hi i’m jasmine, (u can call me jaz) i’m 19 & my pronouns are she/her :D
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→ also weird fact i love math. i used to hate it when i was younger but it’s just so fun yk? like it’s fun when you understand it. it makes me feel v smart.
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Does it hurt to learn how to tag properly and not tag every ship in the fandom when you write for only one? It’s annoying.
literally what are you talking about all the people i tagged were in the fic you’re not going to die because of this if you don’t like it block me idc and don’t ever come on here with your pissy attitude go be bitter elsewhere you weirdo 😭
A/N: THIS WHOLE CHAPTER IS A FLASHBACK! OKAY OKAY SO, YES, THIS IS AN SMAU, BUT ITS GONNA HAVE MORE WRITTEN PARTS 😁
NOTE (2024): this was made over 4+ years ago when i was a beginner writer so the writing is pretty much horrible. but im feel nostalgic and this has been sitting for the drafts for years that i thought, why not post? anways pls enjoy my very mediocre attempt at writing. there’s multiple parts so ill post until there are none anymore
flashback.
On December 21, your parents told you that they were separating. Your father claimed he fell out of love with your mother and already had a family in the US. You were devastated, to say the least. But mostly, you were confused. How could he? How could he do this to you, your sister, and your mother? They seemed so happy together. They never argued, well, not in front of you and your sister at least. They were the perfect couple. You looked up to them. You wanted to have what they had with your future significant other, and now your parents were telling you that they are separating because your father fell out of love?
pitiful.
Your father said he was leaving to go to the states in 6 months. Out of anger, your mother decided it was best to move, without leaving a trace of your father. She called this a clean slate. Moving meant you had to transfer schools. You were a third year, who was now going to be attending Itachiyama Institute, while your younger sister who was still in junior high was attending Okojo Middle School. Still, you couldn’t believe it. Your own father, the person you looked up to the most, was abandoning you, your mother, and your sister. Why weren’t you guys good enough for him? How come it’s so easy for him to leave? It just wasn’t fair.
What is love? Well, there are many ways to interpret the word “love”. When we love someone we experience positive thoughts and experiences with them bur we also experience a deep sense of care and commitment towards that person. Love means to be deeply committed and connected to someone or something. The feeling of love should be mutual with you and your significant other.
You loved Sakusa Kiyoomi. He was your first love.
You remembered the day you met. It was your first day at Itachiyama Institute and your previous school was Nekoma High. You were the manager for Nekoma’s volleyball team, which meant that you’d go with them to practice camps, games, and you’d stay after school hours to help out, which was why you were so close to Kenma and Kuroo. You met Kenma and Kuroo when you were a first year, you and Kenma were in the same class and you volunteered to be a manager for the volleyball team, which resulted to you becoming bestfriends with Kenma and Kuroo. You both were now finally third years, Kenma was captain of the team after Kuroo left and Kuroo couldn’t have been more proud. At first, Kenma didn’t want to be the captain because he claimed it was “too much work”, but once you and the other team members forced convinced him to try it out, he ended up loving it.
Your first day at Itachiyama was okay, you didn’t talk much, or really make new friends. It was the same old, you’d introduce yourself in front of the class, then they’d greet you and ask you questions on how your previous school was or why you moved. At lunch, you sat outside, alone, until you saw two boys walk in front of you. One was wearing a mask and the other was smiling and waved at you.
“Hello! My name is Komori Motoya and this is my cousin. We have class together, right?” he said as he brought his right arm out, offering to shake yours.
“Oh, um yes, we do! Hi Komori, my name is L/N Y/N.” you said, shaking his hand. Once you both let go you looked at Komori’s cousin who was standing next to him, but was slightly behind him.
“You must be Sakusa Kiyoomi, right?” you said walking towards him. He didn’t say anything, he just nodded while his hands were placed in his pockets.
“Uh, how did you know that?” Komori asked as he chuckled, scratching the back of his head.
“Well, I know your name too. I’ve seen you and your team play! You guys are really good.” you explained, Komori shook his head in excitement.
“Oh, really? Are you into volleyball? Do you play?” He asked.
“Well, I’m not really good at it. I used to play in junior high, but I stopped once I got into high school. I love watching the games though! I was the team manager at my previous school.”
“Really? That’s amazing! Our team is looking for a team manager! You should really apply, i’m pretty sure the coach would be happy.” Komori said.
“Oh! Well, that’s great! I’ll check definitely come visit tomorrow after school.” You said as you started to pack your things because lunch was ending soon.
“That’s great y/n!” he said, “Well, we’ll see you around in class.”
“Yeah, bye!” You waved at the two and they waved back.
“Everyone, gather around! Meet the new addition to the managers for the team! The coach said.
“My name is L/N Y/N! I’m new here and I just transferred from Nekoma High!” you said, bowing your head. Some of the teammates were whispering once they heard you mention Nekoma. “I’m hoping to get to know you all better! I’ve seen you guys play before and it’s an honor to be working with you all! you said.
“she talks a lot.” Sakusa thinks, having a bored look on his face and makes a mental note of this.
“Trust me y/n, the pleasure is ours!” the coach chuckles.
You suddenly realize how the gym is full of boys who are basically towering over you and awkwardly laugh back, followed by an awkward silence. You then remembered about the homemade granola you had made for the team, which you had been carrying this whole time.
“Oh! I almost forgot! I made some homemade granola bars to show my gratitude towards you all.” You started to pass the bars out to each team member as they thanked you and praised you for how good the bars tasted. You were making your way to give a bar to the last person who hasn’t received it yet, which was Sakusa Kiyoomi.
He was taller than his other teammates, wearing a mask and it almost seemed as if he was giving you a look of disgust, judging by the way his face was scrunched up. He looked intimidating, but you didn’t want to judge someone off of their looks, so you walked up to him and tried to start a conversation with him.
“Hello, Sakusa! I just wanted to thank you and Komori for coming up to me yesterday. It meant a lot considering the fact that I was new and i’m not very good at making friends-“
“You talk a lot.” Sakusa interrupted, his cousin heard him since he wasn’t that far away from you both and quickly walked up to him.
“Sakusa! It wouldn’t hurt you to be nice and not so upfront all the time!” his cousin said.
“I’m kidding!” sakusa says to his cousin, shaking his head and chuckles, then turns back to you.
“I’m kidding,” He repeats once again, “Sorry that I wasn’t really talking yesterday. I’m not good with people either.” He says and you both laugh. “I’m pretty sure you’re the person i’m supposed to be showing the school around to tomorrow.”
“Oh, yeah. You don’t really have to if it’s going to-“
“You really do tend to ramble a lot.” he interrupts once again. He won’t tell you, but he finds it cute how flustered you get, you seem so innocent.
“Sorry, it’s a bad habit of mine.” you scratched the back of your head and laughed a bit.
“All right everyone, Time to pack up!” the coach said, getting up from the bench.
“See you tomorrow?” Sakusa says.
“Yep!”
“Bye Y/N!” Komori says as he waved at you. You waved back and started to pack things up and went home.
1 and a half years later.
“Omi, have you seen my shampoo? I left it here at your place and I checked the bathroom and it wasn’t there anymore.” you said as you walked out of his bathroom, wearing nothing but a towel.
“No babe,” Sakusa says, “Just use mine. It isn’t that big of a deal. We can buy you your shampoo once you finish taking a shower if it’s bothering you this much.”
“It’s fine. I was just checking to see if you saw it, it isn’t that big of a deal.” you assured him with a smile.
“Maybe I should join you in the shower?” Sakusa suggested, “saves more water.”
“You’re too much.” you laughed, “let’s go shower!”
You and Sakusa finally graduated high school and decided to take a year break before attending college to spend time together since Sakusa wasn’t planning on going to college. You guys didn’t live together, He had an apartment of his own that was near your house and you’d stay there most of the time. Which meant, more sex.
Of course, it took sakusa some time to be comfortable to have sex with you, but he trusted you a lot. he knew you were clean and you took proper care of yourself
not staying abstinent from sex is something you regret, but are happy that you forgot to take the pill that one day. If you had, you still would’ve been with Sakusa. But since you didn’t, you ended up pregnant and gave birth to the person that makes you the happiest, your daughter.
You remember taking the pregnancy test, your heart dropped.
“fuck. i’m fucked.” you muttered.
Your hands were shaking as you held the pregnancy test, which said “positive” and your fingers were slowly becoming more cold by each passing seconds and your anxiety was getting the best of you.
what is sakusa gonna say? he already said he didn’t want kids. what was your mother going to say? Oh, your mother was going to kill you. Sakusa isn’t gonna like this at all. Maybe he will? Maybe he’ll tell you everything is okay and that he’ll be with you every step of the way. Should you tell Komori to tell him? No. Sakusa won’t believe him and it’ll result in him asking you anyways. Kenma! text Kenma. Then text Akira. They’ll know what to do. Wait! you need to make sure you’re 100% pregnant. This is only one test. there’s no way you’re pregnant.
So you took 2 more test. All of them were positive.
“shitt.” you took a deep breath in and closed your eyes. Tears were threatening to spill and the once appetite you once had was now gone. You were in Sakusa’s apartment bathroom, he had gone to go pick up the food you had ordered for the movie night you and him were planning to have.
You quickly got out of the bathroom and made your way to your phone to call Kenma and tell him. By now you were sobbing.
“Y/n, are you 100% sure you’re pregnant?” he said in a firm voice. He too was trying not to panic.
“Y-yes! I’ve taken like th- three test now!” you said, you were breaking down and it was hard for you to even speak clearly. “Kiyoomi i-is not going to be happy at all. I only missed one day of not t-taking the pill.”
“Y/n, i’m going to need you to breathe for me. You may not believe me now, but everything will be okay. You have to tell him. He will still love you. Isn’t it his baby?” he asked, this annoyed you. Why did he even ask that? obviously it was his. Kenma didn’t mean any harm when he asked you, but you took it to offense.
“O-obviously kozume. Why would you even ask that?” you were pacing around in the living room, trying to calm yourself down. “Kenma he’s here. He just texted me he’s outside and he’s-he’s coming. I’m scared, i don’t know how to handle this.”
“Y/n, please breathe. Everything is going to be okay please calm down, okay? You got this. If you want me to come over I can. Do you still want me to stay on the line?” he asked.
“N-no, I’m fine. Thank you Kenma. I’m gonna hang up now.”
“You’re welcome y/n. I love you.” he said, a smile resting on his face.
“love you too.”
you quickly went back to the bathroom to throw the pregnancy test away and hid it further in the trash so Sakusa wouldn’t find it. You quickly washed your face, so it would look like you weren’t crying and if he asked you why your eyes were so red you’d just say soap got in your eyes. Right when you finished washing your face, Sakusa entered the place, immediately heading to the kitchen sink to wash his hands.
“Hey,” he said grabbing the soap next to him and rubbing it with his hands.
“Hey.” you said softly, placing one hand on your opposite arm and walking towards him to embrace him.
“Happy anniversary, I love you so much.” He said, hugging you and burying his head in the crook of your neck.
“I love you more, Kiyoomi.” you said. He pulled away and stared at your face in mischief and then squinted.
“You don’t usually call me Kiyoomi unless you’re upset or worried about something. What’s up?”
Shit.
It was a bad habit of yours. When something was bothering you, or when you were upset, you’d usually call Sakusa, Kiyoomi. Usually you’d call him by his nickname, which was Omi.
“It’s nothing, Omi. I’m hungry! Let’s eat!” you say as you tried to hug him again, but he doesn’t budge.
“y/n, come on, i know you.” he says softly, as you both stood in the kitchen. He stares at you for a little longer, tucking the strands of your hair behind your ear, easing your tenseness so you could feel comfortable enough to talk to him and then cupped your cheek. “Talk to me- wait, have you been crying?”
Ugh.
you’re crying again. you’re crying really hard. Sakusa starts to panic at the random burst of tears that are falling at a rapid pace and pulls you in for a tight hug, not caring that you haven’t washed your hands yet.
“hey, hey, y/n shh, it’s okay.” Sakusa says, stroking your hair softly. “baby, talk to me. Tell me what’s wrong, please.”
You sob on his chest, he slightly cringes at the thought of your tears wetting his shirt, but he doesnt mention it.
“N-no, I cant. You’ll hate me.” you say, burying your face in his chest. Sakusa lets out a sigh of confusion and continues to stoke your hair.
“I’m pretty sure there’s nothing you could do that would make me hate you y/n. I love you, dummy.” he chuckled, you laughed as well and let go of him and wiped your tears. You took a deep breath and then let a out a forced laugh and then faced Sakusa.
“Okay,” You said letting out a sigh, “I’m,”
“you’re?”
“Never mind, I cant do this.” you walked away from him and ran to the bathroom and locked yourself there and started breaking down. Sakusa was quick to follow you, but you locked the door. You were confusing the hell out of him. He thought you were trying to break up with him.
You couldn’t tell him. Not when he had already told you he didn’t want kids. Did you even want kids? Aborting the baby was not an option. Knowing the type of person you are, you’d probably feel too guilty and you didn’t need that guilt following you for the rest of your life.
“Y/n, I understand you may need space right now. Whenever you’re ready please talk to me, I love you.”
Why was he so good to you?
About 30 minutes later, you finally come out from the bathroom and you see Sakusa scrolling through his phone. The food he had ordered was still on the table, probably cold by now.
“Hey,” you said walking up to him and sitting next to him on the couch.
“Hey,” he smiled, “you ready to talk to me now?”
“uh, yeah.” you took a deep breath, and Sakusa patiently waited for you to speak up.
“So, you know how I’m on birth control?” you asked, he cocked his head and furrowed his brows, wondering what birth control had to do with what was bothering you.
“yes..”
“Oh, okay.” you said, you took another deep breath in, then out, then you closed your eyes because you felt tears rushing down again.
“Y/n,” sakusa says softly, You rest your head on his chest once again, and he continues to softly rub your back. “Y/n, you’re scaring me. Are you breaking up with me?”
“No!” you say as you lift your head up to face him. You cup his cheek gently and give him a soft smile. “no, i’m not baby.” You put your hand down and faced forward, while sakusa was staring at you from your side. Sakusa gives a sigh of relief.
“I’m pregnant.” you blurted out.
“what?” he heard you, he just didn’t know if he heard it right.
“Kiyoomi, i’m pregnant. it’s yours.” you’re facing him now, but he looks away. He lets go of the hand that was once holding yours and faces forward.
“Omi, please say something.” you say, you started to get worried and you felt a weird sensation in your stomach as if you were about to throw up.
“Are you sure y/n? Is this some type of prank because if it is-“
“no, it’s not a prank. i’ve taken three test and they were all positive, kiyoomi. i’m pregnant.”
“holy shit.” is all he mutters, he places both of his hands together and they land on his face and the face he was currently making was unreadable. You couldn’t tell if he was mad or upset, but he certainly didn’t seem happy one bit.
“is that seriously all you’re gonna say?” you scoff, he doesn’t look at you, he’s still facing forward.
“take another test,”
“what?”
“take another test,” he repeats, now getting up from the couch and pacing up and down the living room. “you need to take another test.”
“i already told you, i took three and they were all positive-“
“just take another test y/n, damn it!” your eyes widen at his sudden burst of anger, he’s staring at you, boring his eyes onto you and then he quickly looks away and takes a steady breath in. “i need to see this for myself, just take another test, okay?”
you scoff.
you wipe of the tears on your face and you walk to the bathroom rather quickly, sakusa following not far along.
you open another one of the test that you haven’t used yet without saying a word to sakusa, he’s leaning on the bathroom door with the same bored expression he usually has on his face.
once you’ve finished, you wait a few minutes for the test to see it’s results.
positive.
“are you satisfied? or do i need to take another test?” you mutter, sakusa looks at the test that is now placed on this sink, crossing his arms.
“we can’t keep this baby-“
“what? what are you talking about?” you interrupt him. Is he being serious? He doesn’t have a say on what whether you keep the baby or not.
“y/n, think about it!” he explains, walking closer to you, “we’re 18, and i have a career that i’m working hard on and you have college-“
“are you being serious right now, kiyoomi?” you raise your voice and back away from him with a hurt expression on your face.
“Y/n, it wouldn’t be smart to keep this baby. We can’t be parents right now. I’m not ready to be a dad yet,” he’s not raising his voice because he’s trying his hardest to avoid an argument. “I cant- i can’t do this.”
“w-what?” you feel tears forming again. What can’t he do? What is he trying to say? “Kiyoomi, look, I know this is a lot. Trust me it’s a lot for me too! But i’m keeping this baby. It’s our responsibility since we weren’t responsible enough.”
He scoffs at this and shakes his head “we? we weren’t responsible? last time i checked, you were the one who didn’t do your part. all you had to do was take one damn pill. is it seriously that hard?”
He can’t seriously be blaming you right now.
“I’m sorry y/n, but i seriously can’t be a dad. We already said that we’re not having kids. They’re messy, annoying and not to mention, they cause too much stress. You have to abort the baby-“
“I don’t have to do shit,” you interrupt once again, you were crying, you were so upset. This was so unlike kiyoomi. you felt nauseous, and it wasn’t the baby. “And i never said i didn’t want kids, we never even agreed on that, you just said you didn’t want them. What happened to you? Yeah, we’re young, but i’m willing to make that sacrifice. All you’re worried about is your stupid volleyball career. I told you i’m keeping this baby and if you aren’t okay with that, then maybe we should break up!” You were yelling, too caught up in the moment to realize what you had just said, it was a lot for Sakusa to process. It’s only normal that he’d be suprised but it doesn’t mean he had to put all the blame on you. You were already aware it was partly your fault, and now you were willing to own up for your mistakes. Why wasn’t he? He looked at you in shock, then walked back and forth and you kept your eyes on him wondering what he would say next.
“you think so?”
“There’s no point in being together if you don’t want to be in this baby’s life, Kiyoomi. You know this.”
“So what, you’re just gonna let go of what we have that easily?” he asked, everything he was saying was getting on your fucking nerves.
“You think it’s easy, Kiyoomi?” you let out a humorless laugh, “You think it’s easy for me to let you go? You are literally my the love of my fucking life. The first person who made me have butterflies in my stomach when all you’d do is just stare at me. Now that a baby is on the way things are obviously going to be changing and i need to put this baby first before everything and you’re obviously not willing to do that and It hurts- it fucking hurts that you didn’t even assure me that everything was going to be alright. That you’d still love me and be right by my side even though Ive decided that i am keeping the baby. I had to call kenma right before you came and even he said you’d assure me, but you didn’t. I’m not even upset at you for being suprised, but there are better ways to react Kiyoomi, especially in situations like this. You saying you’re not ready to be a dad is okay, but the fact that you aren’t willing to make the sacrifice hurts. So don’t say it’s easy for me when you’re the one that’s letting go.”
By the time you finished speaking, you were choking on your own sobs and you could barely even speak clearly. Sakusa looked like he was on the verge of tears, but he probably didn’t want to cry in front of you. He didn’t say anything either or make eye contact with you either. He just headed to the kitchen and started cleaning out any leftovers that were too old in the fridge. You aren’t even suprised. You see, Sakusa doesn’t like opening up to people. The thought of being so vulnerable and opening up like what you had just did scared Kiyoomi. He wanted to be the one that would cheer you up when something was bothering you but when it came to him, he’d keep his emotions or how he was feeling to himself. It was a bad habit of his but you still loved him and understood that it would take some time. Yes, it does hurt that he didn’t say anything after you literally opened up, but maybe this was how it was supposed to end.
You looked at him with such disbelief. You scoffed and then wore your jacket and shoes and left.
He didn’t chase after you, it’s not like you would listen anyways. All he did was say that he wasn’t ready to be a parent and how you should abort the baby. Did he think you were ready? Because you weren’t. But you were willing to make a sacrifice for this baby of yours. There’s no point in forcing him to become a father if that’s clearly not what he wants. That’s fine though, you know you’d have other people support you, even if it meant that Sakusa wouldn’t be supporting you anymore.
genre: post timeskip! au, fluff, angst, slight smut every now and then, ex to lovers?
Summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi was your everything. You were Sakusa Kiyoomi’s everything as well. You were so madly in love with him, just as he was with you. But when you find out that you’re pregnant, does the way Sakusa think about you change negatively or positively? Well, it changed, negatively. Now you’re a single parent. You both were end game. Or so you had thought.
NOTE: this was made over 4+ years ago when i was a beginner writer so the writing is pretty much horrible. but im feel nostalgic and this has been sitting for the drafts for years that i thought, why not post? anways pls enjoy my very mediocre attempt at writing. there’s multiple parts so ill post until there are none anymore.
A/N: Hey ya’ll! this is a fatherhood series? I don’t know if that’s what it’s called lol. Just know Sakusa is a father. I hope people like this story! Uncle Kema = Kenma, Uncle Kaashi = Akaashi, and Shima = Tsukishima by the way. this is just how Kimi pronounces their names.
hi! i checked an this wa s literally 59 days ago…. i’m so sorry 😭 i haven’t been very motivated to write recently so i gave up on this blog unfortunately:( i do pop in every now and then bc this blog is so nostalgic for me
a/n: hi hi i privated this and now i’m unprivating this today (07/18/21)
Around 6, just like you promised, you planned to head to the park. The park wasn’t that far, about 15-20 minutes if you were to walk. You decided it was fittest to take a car in case Takeru would be too tired after playing in the park.
The community park was hosting a mini get-together with the neighbors who had younger kids, so you decided to take advantage. It would be good for Takeru since he wasn’t the best when it came to communicating with others.
“I cannot go to a children’s park in this,” Kuroo complained, “What kid goes to a park in this weather anyways? It’s freezing cold. For someone who gets paranoid easily, I’m surprised you’re letting Takeru out in weather like this.”
“Kuroo, stop nagging. You sound more like a mother than I do.”
Kuroo had only come in sweats and a short sleeve tee, which obviously was not convenient for such wintry weather. You can’t say you’re surprised, only Kuroo could do something so senseless.
“Why didn’t you bring a jacket knowing you’d have to drive an hour to get here in this weather?” You suppress a laugh, folding extra clothing in Takeru’s play bag.
“Y/N,” you look up at him from where you’re kneeling across the room. “Stop laughing. You’re packing Takeru extra clothes as if he’s hosting a sleepover. Do you think it’s normal to be doing this?” He sounds so concerned, you weren’t even sure if he was being serious until he burst out in laughter, leaving you looking unimpressed.
“You know what’ll be funny? Seeing you freeze to death because you have no extra clothes.” you sigh in faux disappointment, zipping up Takeru’s play bag.
“C’mon, I was just kidding.”
Your eye twitches before turning to face Kuroo, checking to see if he was cracking jokes again.
“Do you really want me to freeze to death out there? I don’t want the parents at the park thinking I’m immature...”
“You are,” you grin when he frowns, “But I think I have a jacket that’ll fit you. It’s oversized before you ask questions. I’ll be back. Don’t do anything stupid.” You put your pointer finger out as a warning before walking up the stairs.
Kuroo waits for you patiently, walking around your place and carefully looking at the portraits as if he were in a museum. He examines a small portrait placed on the island in the kitchen, it’s of you, Takeru, and what looks like your mother at a hospital. Your mother was seated in the hospital bed with tubes coming from her nose. You were positioned next to her on a chair with Takeru, who barely looked 1 in that photo, seated on your lap.
“Airi...” Kuroo clutches the miniature portrait in his hand tighter. He recalls you informing him about your mother’s disease when the two of you were together. The last time he had seen your mother, she looked extremely vigorous, he could barely tell she was ill. She looks more petite than Kuroo remembered in the photo and extremely pale. He wonders how your dear mother is, after all, Kuroo considered your mother as his own.
He’s instantly drawn from his thoughts when he hears discreet chattering coming from the bathroom.
“How is she? Is she okay?” He overhears a muffled voice, very similar to yours. He figures you’re probably on the phone, so he tries ignoring it to prevent himself from eavesdropping on the conversation. “She isn’t getting better... is she?”
Kuroo’s head jerks up. She? Is Y/N talking about her mother? The thought alone makes his heart heavy. He rotates his head to better listen to the private conversation, surreptitiously taking a silent step near the bathroom.
“What about dad? Where is he?” Your voice falters. Kuroo winces at how delicate it sounds, as if you're on the verge of breaking down. “What? What do you mean he left!?”
Should he check up on you? He doesn’t want you to know he was eavesdropping, he’d know you’d get upset,merely saying something along the lines of ‘it’s not your business, Kuroo.’ He knew how much you despised opening up about personal problems.
“Are you spying on my mama?” Takeru’s head tilted to the side with an unmistakable look of confusion on his face.
This was disconcerting. Well, for Kuroo. Takeru has barely looked his way ever since he’s been over here. Kuroo’s head immediately jerks down to Takeru to see the toddler and offers the little boy a self-conscious smile, the boy smiling back as he walks towards him.
“Shit — Of course not, I was just —“
“You said a bad word!” Takeru is nearly talking on top of his lungs and Kuroo’s pretty sure that Takeru isn’t even aware of it. He swiftly carries Takeru back to the kitchen before placing him down on the floor.
“Listen,” Kuroo breaths heavily, “Let’s.. not tell your mom about that, okay?”
“So I should lie.” The boy deadpans.
“No — no. Of course, not. Lying is bad. Never lie.” He puts his pointer finger out, and Takeru executes a firm nod.
“Do you like legos?”
Kuroo’s eyes widened a bit before gulping harshly. Did he seriously overlook what had just happened that easily? “Uh, yeah. I do, actually.” He stands to his maximum height. The little boy nods before looking away from him. Kuroo tries starting a conversation with the boy. “What’s your favorite set?”
For goodness sake, Kuroo. He’s 3. How would he know which set—
“The one where they beat all the bad guys!” The boy gleams, putting his small hands into little fist.
“Ah, cool. Do you know what the set is called?” Takeru puts his little pointer finger to his chin and thinks for a moment, nodding firmly.
“Uh Huh! It’s called ‘Ninjago’. It’s my favorite show,” the Takeru announces. Kuroo can’t help but smile when he sees Takeru’s eyes glimmer as he rambles about the show. “It’s about ninjas with super cool powers and they fight evil!”
“Really? That sounds cool!”
“Mhm. It is.” he nods, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move!” The boy dashes to his rook before Kuroo can respond and comes back with two lego figures.
“See! Look. These are my favorite ninjas, Lloyd and Jay. Lloyd is the green ninja and Jay's the blue ninja.” Kuroo crouches down as Takeru hands him the little lego, examining the lego with genuine interest. He nods every now and then as Takeru continues to explain in heavy detail, just for Kuroo.
“So you really like legos, huh?”
“Yep! I even build the sets!” Kuroo chuckles before stroking the little boy’s head. Although Kuroo had just met Takeru, he can already tell that the boy is very passionate when it came to lego sets. It’s good, he thinks. At such a young age, he already has a hobby.
“Dude, you’re honestly so cool. I don’t know any kids your age as cool as you.”
The boy gasped in excitement, “Really?”
“Really. I think you’d love engineering.”
“Here,” you throw the jacket at Kuroo and he quickly captures it. “And I don’t think Takeru knows what engineering is yet, Kuroo.”
“Yes, I do! Kenma-san told me. It’s when you build and create things.” Your eyes widen and you pick him up, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and adjusting his jacket.
“You’re right, Takeru. You’re so smart!”
“He gets his smarts from me.”
“Please, if that were the case, I’d be concerned.”
It hasn’t even been a minute since you parked the car and carried Takeru out of it and he’s already dashing to the empty swing sets.
“Hold on, Takeru! I forgot your mittens in the car. I need to get them.”
“I can watch over him, that is if you even trust me to do so.” Kuroo taunts. You only roll your eyes.
“No, I don’t. I’ll be back.”
“Okay, bud.” Kuroo carries the toddler and places him on the swing, making sure he doesn’t accidentally slip off the seat. He starts with slow and shallow pushes, afraid that if he pushes any harder Takeru wouldn’t enjoy it.
He watches the other kids playing around while pushing Takeru, His eyes drifting to a couple taking a photo of their daughter attempting to go down the swing set. She looked frightened at first, until the father eventually coaxed the little girl to finally slide down, the couple cheering when she did so.
He smiles to himself, now mindlessly pushing Takeru. He wants to experience moments like that with his son, too. He knows it’ll take time, given the fact that it’s purely been a day since he’s met Takeru. He’s happy Takeru is slowly opening up to him.
“Tetsuro?”
“Tooru?”
Kuroo grins, holding the swing set to prevent it from swinging back and forth, then greeting Tooru with a hand shake. “What are you doing here, man?”
“Ah, you know. My sister and her husband are on vacation so I offered to look after him.”
“Kuroo?!”
“Oh, God. She’s coming.” Kuroo declares, just loud enough so you can hear it, Tooru on the other hand furrows his brows in confusion.
“Calm down. I already know what you’re gonna say,” Kuroo pats your head before you quickly swat his hand away. “He’s fine, see? Already making friends.” He points in the direction of Takeru, who’s sharing a lego figure with a boy that seems to be his age.
You smile at the sight; Takeru was never one to even converse with someone his mama didn’t know. You’re thrilled he’s making friends.
“Don’t get emotional with us, now.” Kuroo waves his hand in front of your face, shifting your gaze from the two boys. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just relieving to see that Takeru is actually socializing. He would never willingly do that. I guess I’m just excited.” You look up at Kuroo and smile, he grins back before hugging your side to which you surprisingly accept.
“Y/N, I’m pretty sure you remember Tooru.” The brunette produces a tight-lipped smile.
“Of course I do. He was the one who forgot to pick me up from work that one time, no?” Your sarcasm causes Tooru to laugh nervously, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“Don’t mind Y/N. You remember how she gets when she’s hungry.”
“Oh no, it’s totally fine!” he chuckles, “Uh, what’ve you been up to?”
“Nothing much. You?”
“Just training.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
Kuroo looks at both of you curiously before glancing cautiously at Tooru. “The hell? What’s wrong with you two? You guys hate each other that much?”
“Uncle Tooru!” a little boy rubs up to Oikawa, as Takeru runs next to you and promptly takes a secure hold of your hand. “Meet my new best friend, Takeru!”
Your head immediately whips towards Takeru’s specific direction, a blatant shock laboriously written all over your face. Takeru nods in excitement as if he already knew what you were going to ask him.
“It’s true!” We also have the same name. His favorite character is Cole, Kuroo! Jay and Cole are best friends, which is extra proof that we are best friends.” Kuroo smiles at Takeru before patting him on the head, briefly recalling how Takeru had notified him about his favorite Ninjago character.
The other Takeru walks up to you with a grim look, his back facing the others.
“I promise to be a very good and dedicated best friend to Takeru.” He respectfully salutes, placing his small fist on his heart. You can only smile at him warmly, crouching down to the same level as the toddler.
“That’s a really big word.” you whisper playfully to him before tapping his nose gently and he giggles at the contact. Thank you for your dedication, Takeru.”
“I promise to be a good best friend to Takeru!” you drift your attention to your son, who’s lowering his head before Tooru. Tooru thanks him, giving him a thumbs up.
“I bet you are. It’s definitely not a coincidence that we came to the park today.” He comments and you chuckle lightly.
“I want Kuroo to push us on the swings!”Your eyes widen at your son's request, but you nod your head in approval as Kuroo gratefully accepts, chasing after the two boys, leaving you and Tooru alone.
There’s an awfully awkward silence. You don’t bother making eye contact with Tooru, although you do feel his ablaze eyes boring into the side of your cheek, making you bite the lower lip nervously. You try your best to focus your attention on Kuroo, who’s struggling to push both boys at once, smiling softly to yourself when he has to hold the boys so he could start over.
Tooru’s burning gaze is strong, you know he’s not going to let down until you acknowledge him.
“Y/N.” your breath hitches at the gruffness of his voice, along with your smile that falters. “Y/N, we need to talk.”
You reluctantly take a sharp intake of air, cocking your head to the side, almost in annoyance, your eyes still trained on Kuroo and the boys. “About?”
“Are you seriously going to act like I’m some stranger to you?” He scoffs, “Drop the playful act and grow up, Y/N.”
Your posture stiffens, and you finally make eye contact with Tooru. You’re unable to read his face. He looks... hurt? Or more like pitiful. Either way, it doesn’t ease your distressed state.
“Your mother called me last night.” He averts his eyes from you, “Your mother... She still thinks we’re together.”
a/n: hi hi i privated this and now i’m unprivating this today (07/18/21)
Around 6, just like you promised, you planned to head to the park. The park wasn’t that far, about 15-20 minutes if you were to walk. You decided it was fittest to take a car in case Takeru would be too tired after playing in the park.
The community park was hosting a mini get-together with the neighbors who had younger kids, so you decided to take advantage. It would be good for Takeru since he wasn’t the best when it came to communicating with others.
“I cannot go to a children’s park in this,” Kuroo complained, “What kid goes to a park in this weather anyways? It’s freezing cold. For someone who gets paranoid easily, I’m surprised you’re letting Takeru out in weather like this.”
“Kuroo, stop nagging. You sound more like a mother than I do.”
Kuroo had only come in sweats and a short sleeve tee, which obviously was not convenient for such wintry weather. You can’t say you’re surprised, only Kuroo could do something so senseless.
“Why didn’t you bring a jacket knowing you’d have to drive an hour to get here in this weather?” You suppress a laugh, folding extra clothing in Takeru’s play bag.
“Y/N,” you look up at him from where you’re kneeling across the room. “Stop laughing. You’re packing Takeru extra clothes as if he’s hosting a sleepover. Do you think it’s normal to be doing this?” He sounds so concerned, you weren’t even sure if he was being serious until he burst out in laughter, leaving you looking unimpressed.
“You know what’ll be funny? Seeing you freeze to death because you have no extra clothes.” you sigh in faux disappointment, zipping up Takeru’s play bag.
“C’mon, I was just kidding.”
Your eye twitches before turning to face Kuroo, checking to see if he was cracking jokes again.
“Do you really want me to freeze to death out there? I don’t want the parents at the park thinking I’m immature...”
“You are,” you grin when he frowns, “But I think I have a jacket that’ll fit you. It’s oversized before you ask questions. I’ll be back. Don’t do anything stupid.” You put your pointer finger out as a warning before walking up the stairs.
Kuroo waits for you patiently, walking around your place and carefully looking at the portraits as if he were in a museum. He examines a small portrait placed on the island in the kitchen, it’s of you, Takeru, and what looks like your mother at a hospital. Your mother was seated in the hospital bed with tubes coming from her nose. You were positioned next to her on a chair with Takeru, who barely looked 1 in that photo, seated on your lap.
“Airi...” Kuroo clutches the miniature portrait in his hand tighter. He recalls you informing him about your mother’s disease when the two of you were together. The last time he had seen your mother, she looked extremely vigorous, he could barely tell she was ill. She looks more petite than Kuroo remembered in the photo and extremely pale. He wonders how your dear mother is, after all, Kuroo considered your mother as his own.
He’s instantly drawn from his thoughts when he hears discreet chattering coming from the bathroom.
“How is she? Is she okay?” He overhears a muffled voice, very similar to yours. He figures you’re probably on the phone, so he tries ignoring it to prevent himself from eavesdropping on the conversation. “She isn’t getting better... is she?”
Kuroo’s head jerks up. She? Is Y/N talking about her mother? The thought alone makes his heart heavy. He rotates his head to better listen to the private conversation, surreptitiously taking a silent step near the bathroom.
“What about dad? Where is he?” Your voice falters. Kuroo winces at how delicate it sounds, as if you're on the verge of breaking down. “What? What do you mean he left!?”
Should he check up on you? He doesn’t want you to know he was eavesdropping, he’d know you’d get upset,merely saying something along the lines of ‘it’s not your business, Kuroo.’ He knew how much you despised opening up about personal problems.
“Are you spying on my mama?” Takeru’s head tilted to the side with an unmistakable look of confusion on his face.
This was disconcerting. Well, for Kuroo. Takeru has barely looked his way ever since he’s been over here. Kuroo’s head immediately jerks down to Takeru to see the toddler and offers the little boy a self-conscious smile, the boy smiling back as he walks towards him.
“Shit — Of course not, I was just —“
“You said a bad word!” Takeru is nearly talking on top of his lungs and Kuroo’s pretty sure that Takeru isn’t even aware of it. He swiftly carries Takeru back to the kitchen before placing him down on the floor.
“Listen,” Kuroo breaths heavily, “Let’s.. not tell your mom about that, okay?”
“So I should lie.” The boy deadpans.
“No — no. Of course, not. Lying is bad. Never lie.” He puts his pointer finger out, and Takeru executes a firm nod.
“Do you like legos?”
Kuroo’s eyes widened a bit before gulping harshly. Did he seriously overlook what had just happened that easily? “Uh, yeah. I do, actually.” He stands to his maximum height. The little boy nods before looking away from him. Kuroo tries starting a conversation with the boy. “What’s your favorite set?”
For goodness sake, Kuroo. He’s 3. How would he know which set—
“The one where they beat all the bad guys!” The boy gleams, putting his small hands into little fist.
“Ah, cool. Do you know what the set is called?” Takeru puts his little pointer finger to his chin and thinks for a moment, nodding firmly.
“Uh Huh! It’s called ‘Ninjago’. It’s my favorite show,” the Takeru announces. Kuroo can’t help but smile when he sees Takeru’s eyes glimmer as he rambles about the show. “It’s about ninjas with super cool powers and they fight evil!”
“Really? That sounds cool!”
“Mhm. It is.” he nods, “I’ll be right back. Don’t move!” The boy dashes to his rook before Kuroo can respond and comes back with two lego figures.
“See! Look. These are my favorite ninjas, Lloyd and Jay. Lloyd is the green ninja and Jay's the blue ninja.” Kuroo crouches down as Takeru hands him the little lego, examining the lego with genuine interest. He nods every now and then as Takeru continues to explain in heavy detail, just for Kuroo.
“So you really like legos, huh?”
“Yep! I even build the sets!” Kuroo chuckles before stroking the little boy’s head. Although Kuroo had just met Takeru, he can already tell that the boy is very passionate when it came to lego sets. It’s good, he thinks. At such a young age, he already has a hobby.
“Dude, you’re honestly so cool. I don’t know any kids your age as cool as you.”
The boy gasped in excitement, “Really?”
“Really. I think you’d love engineering.”
“Here,” you throw the jacket at Kuroo and he quickly captures it. “And I don’t think Takeru knows what engineering is yet, Kuroo.”
“Yes, I do! Kenma-san told me. It’s when you build and create things.” Your eyes widen and you pick him up, placing a quick kiss on his cheek and adjusting his jacket.
“You’re right, Takeru. You’re so smart!”
“He gets his smarts from me.”
“Please, if that were the case, I’d be concerned.”
It hasn’t even been a minute since you parked the car and carried Takeru out of it and he’s already dashing to the empty swing sets.
“Hold on, Takeru! I forgot your mittens in the car. I need to get them.”
“I can watch over him, that is if you even trust me to do so.” Kuroo taunts. You only roll your eyes.
“No, I don’t. I’ll be back.”
“Okay, bud.” Kuroo carries the toddler and places him on the swing, making sure he doesn’t accidentally slip off the seat. He starts with slow and shallow pushes, afraid that if he pushes any harder Takeru wouldn’t enjoy it.
He watches the other kids playing around while pushing Takeru, His eyes drifting to a couple taking a photo of their daughter attempting to go down the swing set. She looked frightened at first, until the father eventually coaxed the little girl to finally slide down, the couple cheering when she did so.
He smiles to himself, now mindlessly pushing Takeru. He wants to experience moments like that with his son, too. He knows it’ll take time, given the fact that it’s purely been a day since he’s met Takeru. He’s happy Takeru is slowly opening up to him.
“Tetsuro?”
“Tooru?”
Kuroo grins, holding the swing set to prevent it from swinging back and forth, then greeting Tooru with a hand shake. “What are you doing here, man?”
“Ah, you know. My sister and her husband are on vacation so I offered to look after him.”
“Kuroo?!”
“Oh, God. She’s coming.” Kuroo declares, just loud enough so you can hear it, Tooru on the other hand furrows his brows in confusion.
“Calm down. I already know what you’re gonna say,” Kuroo pats your head before you quickly swat his hand away. “He’s fine, see? Already making friends.” He points in the direction of Takeru, who’s sharing a lego figure with a boy that seems to be his age.
You smile at the sight; Takeru was never one to even converse with someone his mama didn’t know. You’re thrilled he’s making friends.
“Don’t get emotional with us, now.” Kuroo waves his hand in front of your face, shifting your gaze from the two boys. “You okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just relieving to see that Takeru is actually socializing. He would never willingly do that. I guess I’m just excited.” You look up at Kuroo and smile, he grins back before hugging your side to which you surprisingly accept.
“Y/N, I’m pretty sure you remember Tooru.” The brunette produces a tight-lipped smile.
“Of course I do. He was the one who forgot to pick me up from work that one time, no?” Your sarcasm causes Tooru to laugh nervously, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.
“Don’t mind Y/N. You remember how she gets when she’s hungry.”
“Oh no, it’s totally fine!” he chuckles, “Uh, what’ve you been up to?”
“Nothing much. You?”
“Just training.”
“Cool.”
“Cool.”
Kuroo looks at both of you curiously before glancing cautiously at Tooru. “The hell? What’s wrong with you two? You guys hate each other that much?”
“Uncle Tooru!” a little boy rubs up to Oikawa, as Takeru runs next to you and promptly takes a secure hold of your hand. “Meet my new best friend, Takeru!”
Your head immediately whips towards Takeru’s specific direction, a blatant shock laboriously written all over your face. Takeru nods in excitement as if he already knew what you were going to ask him.
“It’s true!” We also have the same name. His favorite character is Cole, Kuroo! Jay and Cole are best friends, which is extra proof that we are best friends.” Kuroo smiles at Takeru before patting him on the head, briefly recalling how Takeru had notified him about his favorite Ninjago character.
The other Takeru walks up to you with a grim look, his back facing the others.
“I promise to be a very good and dedicated best friend to Takeru.” He respectfully salutes, placing his small fist on his heart. You can only smile at him warmly, crouching down to the same level as the toddler.
“That’s a really big word.” you whisper playfully to him before tapping his nose gently and he giggles at the contact. Thank you for your dedication, Takeru.”
“I promise to be a good best friend to Takeru!” you drift your attention to your son, who’s lowering his head before Tooru. Tooru thanks him, giving him a thumbs up.
“I bet you are. It’s definitely not a coincidence that we came to the park today.” He comments and you chuckle lightly.
“I want Kuroo to push us on the swings!”Your eyes widen at your son's request, but you nod your head in approval as Kuroo gratefully accepts, chasing after the two boys, leaving you and Tooru alone.
There’s an awfully awkward silence. You don’t bother making eye contact with Tooru, although you do feel his ablaze eyes boring into the side of your cheek, making you bite the lower lip nervously. You try your best to focus your attention on Kuroo, who’s struggling to push both boys at once, smiling softly to yourself when he has to hold the boys so he could start over.
Tooru’s burning gaze is strong, you know he’s not going to let down until you acknowledge him.
“Y/N.” your breath hitches at the gruffness of his voice, along with your smile that falters. “Y/N, we need to talk.”
You reluctantly take a sharp intake of air, cocking your head to the side, almost in annoyance, your eyes still trained on Kuroo and the boys. “About?”
“Are you seriously going to act like I’m some stranger to you?” He scoffs, “Drop the playful act and grow up, Y/N.”
Your posture stiffens, and you finally make eye contact with Tooru. You’re unable to read his face. He looks... hurt? Or more like pitiful. Either way, it doesn’t ease your distressed state.
“Your mother called me last night.” He averts his eyes from you, “Your mother... She still thinks we’re together.”
Hey bestie!! I just wanted to say that you will NEVER be a disappointment for doing what’s right and healthy for you!! I’m so glad you’re safe from your ex now, but now it’s gonna take time to heal n all, meaning that at some point sooner or later you might need to take more time away/for yourself and yknow what? That’s perfectly fine, so don’t let anyone, including yourself, make you feel bad for that!!
I’m wishing you nothing but the best🥰💕
bestie, this was so kind oh my goodness! you are the sweetest, thank you so much for this. i’m really thankful that you’re happy i’m safe like that makes me feel so happy and loved omgggg ily <333 thank you so much for understanding it means so much to me i can’t even explain how much it means to me i hope your day or night is wonderful
oh honey, I am genuinely so sorry about everything you're going through. that anon was disgusting, please don't think too hard on what they said. they're ignorant and hateful and don't know anything. you dont deserve any of this.
I genuinely hope you well, and the best of wishes to you. your boyfriends a disgusting prick who doesn't deserve you. it's likely the same anon coming back again and again to attack you.
please get some rest and take as long as a break as you need.
thank you so much you’re too sweet. i know i shouldn’t think too hard on what they said but it’s just like hard yk? like the fact that someone actually thinks that way is kinda sad tbh. thank you so much for checking up on me it really does mean so much to me. i’m definitely gonna be taking another break from tumblr, i hope you have a good day 💗
Dude I'm so sorry you have to deal with that, it doesn't matter what they think and I may not know the whole situation with your ex but its okay to break up with someone even if you just don't feel like you should be together, if you have any reason or feeling as to why you shouldn't then it won't work anyways. But above all your health and safety is what matters most. Anyone commenting otherwise is completely irrelevant. You did what you decided was best for you and thats all that matters. For what its worth I'm so proud of you for being strong enough to leave a relationship that isn't right for you. And its okay to be sad even if that relationship wasn't right for you, its still something you're losing and thats sad. Don't let yourself fall to far because of someone else's unnecessary opinion. You did what you needed to do and thats not a bad thing. Be safe and remember you're important and your feelings are valid <3
i’m literally getting emotional omg thank you so much for this. thank you for going out of your way just to message me such sweet words you don’t know how impactful they are to me. i just wish people will understand that i left because i personally didn’t feel safe, there was a reason as to why i decided to even though it was probably the hardest descion ever. you’re a sweet and kind person i honestly hope you have a great day/night.
WELCOME BACK BABE !!! i’m so happy you’re doing well and i’m so proud of you 😭 take as much time as you need to get back on track <3 we’re here for you
AHHH TYSM 💗 thank you for checking up on me and thank you for being proud , i really needed to hear that ily <333
Sorry I haven't been that active on your page recently. I was on leave for the past 2 weeks, and I was just enjoying time with my family. I just read Happy Birthday, Manager... and my birthday was last weekend and oh my god.. I loved it so much!! Aaaahhh I love your writing so much! I can't wait to catch up on everything you've written. Love you! ❤❤ thank you for writing such amazing things
omg it’s totally fine!! happy belated bday ily <333 thank you so much! i’m so happy you enjoyed it have a good day love 💗
