Imagine for the Street Sekai, Luka and Kaito get introduced together as a dance duo and they aim to be the best group there ever was and have a rivalry with Len and Rin. They trash talk each other whenever they’re in the same room together but they’re civil about it, partly bc Meiko won’t have any nonsense being done in her cafe.
wakatoshi strikes me as the type of man who wouldn’t even hesitate to open his wallet and buy you what you want.
literally.
he spoils you rotten! trip to europe? anytime. birkin bag? soon to be yours. doesn’t mind paying for your student loans and you might be surprised to find out he’s willing to buy you a new apartment. his birthday gift. wakatoshi is absurdly wealthy and he’s likely to spend it on you and your needs, the price you have to pay is just you spending some time with him every now and then. going on trips with him and while he works, you go shopping, read a book or whatever you enjoy doing. but why is he a sugar daddy? boredom. what do you do when all your friends are just as busy as you are? it wasn’t even his idea to begin with. probably one of his wealthy friends recommended it to him and as doubtful as he was, wakatoshi eventually gave in.
honestly, you end up falling in love with him. wakatoshi is an angel of a man. he’s kind, mannered, he’s insanely attractive and sexy and his voice… he doesn’t even realize he has such an effect on you and that’s what makes him even more hot. it took him a while and few people telling him to understand he oozes sex appeal just by existing. he can be intimidating— wakatoshi is tall, broad and so muscular you turn into a puddle right in front of him sometimes. he’s honest, determined, strong and not much to your surprise a genuine, reliable person.
he always had the best stories to tell you over a glass of wine and for a few moments you forget he’s your sugar daddy. he has weirdly niche hobbies he’s not afraid of showing you. oftentimes he takes you to his penthouse and you act like a married couple. it’s just so natural with him. you cook together, water his plants, he most likely owns a big dog and you cuddle with it on wakatoshi’s couch while he is busy or away. (he gave you a key) he reads to you, you tell him about you day while he’s making you one of the many delicious dishes he learned abroad. he’s also a great listener, wakatoshi doesn’t mind listening to you for hours.
an interesting thing you’ve learnt is that he likes to travel. you take notes. and you’re always more than welcome to join him. you sip cocktails on his yacht while he signs contacts. he’s really hot when he does that.. makes you think of the many ways he can fuck you senseless on that yacht. he doesn’t like to party, so it’s just the two of you, his taste in music and a bunch of fine grapes and wine. he eventually introduces you to his friends and they join you every now then.
he doesn’t ask you to have sex with him. or it’s really rare and you are both extremely drunk. it just happens. he invited you over and you got so drunk he ended up spreading your legs and eating you pussy on his couch. there’s certainly attraction between you, but i see wakatoshi as the old school type. he takes you on dates, he’s quite soft and romantic as soon as you discover him. he enjoys holding you, playing with your hair. there’s a fine line between platonic and romantic and none of you knows where it is. (he’s in love with you)
ー ii. MIYA ATSUMU
atsumu....
he’s extremely entertaining and you can’t deny that from the very first moment you saw him, you were suddenly aware of the raw sexual attraction existing between the two of you. he knew it too. he really made you zone out and think about how hot he is.
atsumu is young and fit — he had this huge smile (i said smile, but it was definitely close to a smirk) plastered on his face during your first date and there was something terribly amusing about miya atsumu that made you feel at ease. probably his jokes, you thought as he was cutting his wagyu steak, he’s indeed funny and he knows how to make everyone in the room aware of his presence. he’s just like me... more or less.
being in atsumu’s presence can be difficult at certain times (not really!) he sure likes to ramble, he tells you ALL about his life, from what his cook made for breakfast— he ate pancakes that morning and it was so unfortunate you weren’t there— to his lunch, to the maybach he eyed and it was surely going to be his car very very soon and lastly to his brother who likes to get on his nerves (don’t listen to him, it’s the opposite way) he’s seriously an oversharer at heart. you don’t mind it. plus he pays you. but you really don’t mind it.
it wasn’t hard to understand miya atsumu. he’s childish, likes it when you return the exact same energy, he thrives off the attention you offer him and he’d never say no to showering you with the attention you deserve. he’s interested in cars, sports, music, even fashion and food— his brother’s to be more specific. he loves spoiling you, many times he picks you up from wherever you are and you go on a shopping trip. you leave with at least three pair of shoes, you bought a souvenir from almost every single store. atsumu lets you pick his clothes. he LOVES it. many of the clothes you get for him end up in your closet, though. more souvenirs.
above all, atsumu loves teasing you. he’s actually obsessed with it. in bed too. and on his apartment’s floor. in his car. when you started having sex with atsumu it just happened and it this point you don’t even care if you’re not back to his apartment. he’s just so good at it. sex is a big part of your relationship, it happens so goddamn often. it would be a lie to tell you wouldn’t date him. he’d date you too. actually, at some point you start dating.
ー iii. BOKUTO KOUTAROU
extremely similar to atsumu, bokuto koutarou has the weird habit of embarrassing himself in front of you. or making stupid jokes. or telling you something inappropriately hilarious you choke on your cocktail. he doesn’t do it on purpose, though. but it’s part of his charm, it would totally be a shame to stop him from being this way.
as he was given the sugar daddy role, bokuto considers it to be full time job for some reason. bokuto makes it sound like his life depends on it when he’s around you (or not? ask his friends) you have an allowance and he will not hesitate at all to send you more money if you need it. he LOVES talking to you. won’t shut his mouth until you’ve heard the most insignificant detail possible. you don’t complain. he’s such a good listener. i’m actually sure he isn’t aware you’re not in an actual relationship. he treats you like his girlfriend.
you wake up in the morning with flowers at your door. whenever he sees something that reminds him of you, bokuto simply has them sent to you. he’s so good at spoiling you. he enjoys kissing you. and cuddling. and again, kissing you.. he doesn’t ask you for too much. you. him. his house, some music and food. he doesn’t cook to often but he’s trying for you. you always help him. he owns two dogs and bokuto treats them like his children. they are your children now, get used to that!
you got to met most of his friends and he simply WON’T shut up about you when he’s with them.
“i miss her. i really do... should i call her? better! should i visit her?”
you’ve spoken to him that day.
if it wasn’t for that stupid meeting, seeing you would’ve been perfect. they all love you. they became YOUR friends and again, i don’t think bokuto is aware he is your sugar daddy and not your boyfriend. he gets so sentimental and it’s just adorable, you can’t help yourself but fall for him and his strange, amusing ways of being.
most of the sex you have with bokuto is just romantic. unless he loses control. and god, how often he loses his control and fucks you so so good to the point you’re incapable of speaking. he worships you in bed and it’s really the best feeling in the world. he takes his goddamn time to pleasure you, he has only a purpose and that is to bring heaven to you. and he does it flawlessly every single time.
ꨄ BOKUTO Kotaro | here’s the thing about Bokuto. when he’s excited about something, and I mean, really excited, words come tumbling out, the rise and fall of his booming voice falling on any listening ear. you could tell by the way Akaashi glanced at the rest of the team that they were all thinking of a nice way to tell Bokuto to shut up without offending him and risk sending into a grumpy mood before the game. as usual, the oblivious captain mistook their shared glances as encouragement to keep talking. you notice Akaashi’s a silent plea as he turns to you. “please” he mouths. you sigh, not a big fan of PDA, especially in front of friends, but you could see Akaashi’s desperation practically radiating off the setter’s body. “Ko…” your boyfriend’s animated voices drowns out your own. without warning, you grab his face with two hands and placed your lips on his. a sudden silence falls in the gym and you quickly pulled back from a dazed Bokuto. “you’re talking too much, you guys have to get ready for the game,” you mumbled. “finally, some quiet” Konoha’s words earned laughters from the team and he turns to you and a still-dazed Bokuto, “y/n, promise you’ll be here before the game from now on. we’ve never seen someone shut him up as quickly as you.” you laugh and nod before looking at Bokuto, “you okay, babe?” he turns to you, his signature smile spreading across his face, “never better.”
ꨄ KENMA Kozume | in your relationship, you’ve always been the talker and he’s always been the listener. it was the roles you’ve both settled into comfortably. but now in a cafe you’ve dragged your boyfriend to, you bite the urge to smile as Kenma’s red face contrasts starkly with his faded blonde hair. “can you believe what he said to me?! he was so touched, it looked like he was about to cry.” he huffs and you cherish Kenma in all his glory, talking animatedly across from you as the tokyo sun sets behind him. “I mean, I’m just quiet and I’m not good at expressing those things. but they’re my friends, it’s not weird for me to try. so then Kuroo turns to me and he tried to offer me a banan-” you lean across the table pressing your lips to his. you feel the slight surprise quickly masked by the way he melted into the kiss. pulling away, kenma feels the heat rush to his cheeks once your actions dawned on him. “what was that?” “kissing you to shut you up.” he cracks a smile, “what? you don’t like to hear me talk?” you shake your head, “no, the problem is, I like to hear you talk too much. I couldn’t resist kissing you.” for the nth time that evening, kenma blushes again. “she’ll be the death of me” he thinks to himself and smiles because he realizes he doesn’t mind it at all.
and you don’t mean that—at least not entirely—but he’s standing in front of you, bag slung over his shoulder and a stupid little smile dragging across his lips, and you’re sure if you had a little more faith in your fighting ability you would punch him.
“i’m just asking for one chance—and if you hate it you’ll never have to hear from me again.” he raises a brow and both of you know that’s more than a lie.
“not to be dramatic but i’d rather be caught dead than on a date with you ‘tsumu.”
“oh c’mon, you’re breaking my heart,” he hums.
and you’re sure you could kill him, “good.”
he laughs—breathy and warm and a little more appealing than you’d ever care to admit. and if he hadn’t asked you out three times this week—if he hadn’t brought flowers to your locker and insisted on walking you home and showed up at your door in a thunderstorm—you’re sure you would find him much less endearing.
“what about that coffee shop you like? the one downtown?” he raises his hands in the air, as if that’ll make his offer any more appealing. “i’ll buy you anything you want.”
“and if i order the most expensive thing on the menu?”
he grins, “i guess i’m buying the most expensive thing on the menu.”
oh, and you cannot stand miya atsumu. you can’t stand the way he smiles and you can’t stand the way he stands at your locker and you absolutely can’t stand that now, as he stands at your door in the pouring rain, he still has that pretty little smile on his face.
“and if i hate it i never have to hear from you again?” you ask.
“only if you hate it,” he replies.
you shift on your feet, eyeing him as he stands in your doorway, and you decide that the only thing you can’t stand more than atsumu is the fact that you’re so tempted to say yes.
“i’m gonna hate it.” he shakes his head.
“you think i’d let that happen after all this? not in a million years, angel.”
you sigh, hoping he doesn’t notice the smile that crawls up your cheeks.
(he does)
“you seem a little too sure of yourself right now.”
“it’s confidence. you should try it sometime.” his gaze falls over your face and you already know you’ve set yourself up. “start by having some in me maybe.”
your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.
your palms were sweaty as you adjusted your slacks, making sure the pleats were where they should be with not a wrinkle in sight. you wanted to look professional and put together, at least on the outside, because you knew you were actually about .2 seconds away from falling apart.
a quick glance to the boys at your sides notified you that they weren’t faring much better. atsumu kept fidgeting with his cufflinks, sakusa was so stiff you could knock him over with your pinky, kenma looked like he was about to pass out, bokuto was debating on squeezing under the table in front of you, kuroo was tapping a pattern on his pants (akeelah and the bee style), and akaashi kept reciting ominous poems under his breath.
the only people in the room who looked even remotely fine were osamu, oikawa, sugawara, daichi, and, surprisingly, yachi. osamu was munching on some peanuts that he pulled from... somewhere, while oikawa and sugawara were holding their own conversation by the window. daichi seemed to be minding his own business but you could never really get a proper read on him anyway.
well, you supposed yachi was okay because she knew what to expect. i mean, you were meeting her boss.
after you and kenma had posted your “exposing the hype(r) house” youtube video, an email had come to the both of you, inviting you to visit the “big boss” along with the rest of the crew.
you weren’t necessarily afraid of losing your job; the hype(r) house was already being dissolved and you were (finally!!!) getting to move in with makki and mattsun until you found your own place. you were genuinely excited to put the drama and literal hell behind you and begin to live your life again but...
that didn’t mean meeting the Man™ wasn’t terrifying. it was like being called into the principal’s office, complete with the existential dread and occasional bouts of gassiness.
the door opening made you flinch as you quickly moved out of the way to let the newcomers enter. while they walked past you, you couldn’t contain the shock that overtook your face, your jaw practically on the floor.
the man was massive.
built like a brick wall, the man who you assumed to be the “big boss,” had a chiseled jaw, broad shoulders, and massive fucking pecs, his white button up barely closing around them.
beside him stood a tall, lanky man who was dressed suspiciously un-office-like with a red buzz cut and wild eyes that seemed to cut into you as he took his place at the table.
the final man seemed a bit awkward in comparison to the other two, but he was trying to seem unaffected, his purple bowlcut, despite being rather juvenile, fitting perfectly with his slim but toned build and bright complexion.
yachi hurried to greet them, giving all three a blinding smile before motioning for everyone else to take a seat. you ended up between the redhead and atsumu, the former being way too entertained by just your general being. his eyes rarely, if ever, left your face sending shivers down your spine. the remaining members all hesitantly took their seats and “big boss” began.
“it is an honor to meet you all. i am ushijima wakatoshi but you can call me ushijima or wakatoshi or ushiwaka or toshijima or just ushi or just jima or just waka or just toshi.” for a moment you thought he was joking but his face never moved, not even with the awkward silence that followed. redhead seemed rather amused by the whole display and bowl cut looked like he was on the verge of spontaneously combusting.
it took an uncomfortably long moment for ushijima to proceed but he did as though nothing had happened. “these are my associates, satori—” redhead gave you a mischievous grin “—and tsutomu.”
“goshiki,” bowl cut interrupted, his voice wavering but his eyes gleaming with righteous indignation as though he was challenging wakatoshi to say something in defiance. instead, ushijima just gave him a nod and he visibly deflated back into his seat.
“goshiki is the social media manager for imla and satori is... satori,” big boss continued, not a hint of emotion on his face. the rest of the table perked up at his comment but atsumu was the only one who apparently had the balls to say anything.
“so yer the one who wrote that shitty among us tweet?” goshiki flushed horribly and sunk further into his plush leather chair, his body language showing he must’ve already gotten an earful about it. “thought it was a good idea,” he muttered while averting his eyes, completely ignoring satori’s cackle from across the wood.
ushijima put up a (massive???) hand to calm the both of them and it instantly worked. satori quieted down though he never lost the mirth in his expression and goshiki straightened up, a new wave of determination crossing his features.
you sat up as well, feeling the shift of energy in the room but you were startled to realize the boss had decided to focus his energy on you, his deep baritone voice calling your full name. “i am extremely sorry. we have failed you as a management team and as men. i have failed you.”
he sounded remarkably remorseful, his brown irises conveying heavy emotion and guilt. you had no idea what to say but he wasn’t done.
“although i do not have full control of the decisions that have been made here, i should have fought harder for what i believed was right and for that, i will forever be sorry.” you shifted uncomfortably under his weighty gaze, not that he noticed because his attention was swiftly taken by kenma at the opposite end of the room.
“who is in charge then? aren’t you like the ceo or whatever?” he asked. ushijima took a moment before nodding very slowly, his attention clearly on something in his head.
thankfully, satori rapidly took over the thread of conversation before the room could fall in tense silence yet again. “there’s a board of old, stuffy guys who basically kicked miracle boy wakatoshi to the curb and make all their decisions without him.”
...miracle boy? what did he have to do to earn that kind of nickname? you shook your head and tuned back in, just as the ceo spoke up once again.
“because i have not succeeded in doing my job properly, i have something to give to you,” ushijima deadpanned, sliding a thick envelope towards you. you carefully grabbed it and opened it up to reveal a thick, thick, wad of cash.
a gasp caught in your throat, words not coming to you as you thumbed through the money. there had to be at least $60k in there, your eyes filling with tears while you took in his generosity. “thank you,” you whispered, not trusting your voice to speak any louder.
wakatoshi nodded at you before addressing the rest of the table about something but you weren’t even listening.
you were so overwhelmed. for the longest time, you’d hated whoever management was for ignoring your pleas for help and trying to placate you with nice dresses and fancy dinners so meeting ushijima was quite the welcomed surprise.
despite everything that occurred, you could tell he felt horrible for letting things slide even though it was technically out of his hands and you couldn’t even articulate how much that meant to you.
the fact that he had gone out of his way to pay you extra, assumingly without the permission of the board, was heartwarming, confusing, shocking, and staggering all at once.
i mean, you could probably describe the past few months as exactly that. so much had happened, so much had changed, and while you could do without some of the life adjustments (the nightmares, spare trauma, and fear of public bathrooms to start), you felt blessed with new friends and the experiences that helped shape you to the person you were now.
the boys didn’t hate you anymore (well, not all of them at least and none were actively antagonizing you), you were seeing dr yamada again, you were getting to move in with your two best friends, you were just given enough money to expand your channel drastically, and you were finally feeling good. better than good.
meiko was behind you and though you missed the person she once was, you were so glad she was out of your life in a way where she couldn’t harm you or the boys any longer.
a grin spread across your face, your cheeks nearly burning from the intensity of it. things were definitely looking up.
a soft call of your name jolted you from your thoughts, your eyes landing on all the boys already standing as they got ready to leave the room. you could sense their worry and you shot them a genuine, reassuring smile before standing yourself.
you waved goodbye to the three men at the table, thanking ushijima profusely for his kindness but he shook you off, insisting that he had just been doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.
what a nice guy.
as you followed the boys out of the building, you took a moment to observe them together with fondness written all over your expression. they were laughing and joking around, the happiest and most carefree you had ever seen any of them. bokuto was begging yachi to get them ice cream, the rest of them piling on until she gave in with a playful roll of her eyes, giggling at the cheer that went up from the group.
atsumu seemed to notice you lagging behind, falling back to join you. “ya okay angel?” he asked, eyes focused on your feet as he slowed down to match your pace.
you didn’t answer for a while, instead focusing on the sun warming your cheeks, the cool breeze messing up your hair, and the sounds of pure joy swirling above you.
“i’m absolutely perfect.” you replied and you actually meant it. “race you to the van?” you sent him an impish grin before taking off, his yells of indignation making you laugh freely as the rest of the boys joined in, right on your heels.
this is it, you thought. no matter what, i’ll have this moment and i’ll be okay.
you’d been through hell and back and you’d survived. you’d been cursed at, choked out, hospitalized, and been beaten at mario kart more times than you could count and you had still made it through. you were resilient and strong and you’d never given up, despite how badly you’d wanted to, multiple times over.
things weren’t perfect, they rarely are, but you knew that if you could make it through all that, you could get through practically anything, especially with the boys by your side.
yeah. i’ll be just fine.
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“told you it sounded stupid as hell.”
“gah, stop talking about it!!”
“you sounded sooooo old ‘shiki, what are you, 92?”
“AAAAAAAAAA!!!”
“satori...”
“what’s up miracle boy?”
“...what is ‘sus’?”
℗ poker face
i’ll be just fine
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she was supposed to show up, apologize “sincerely,” and the boys, her boys, were supposed to welcome her with open arms and swiftly discard of you.
instead, she was sitting in the back of a cramped police car with two pigs, one of which had a horrible b.o. problem and an affinity for sauerkraut.
it was so frustrating.
and, of course, it was all your fault.
you’d been blocking her from true happiness ever since the beginning when you’d first met in middle school. it was crazy because you’d actually seemed nice; kind, understanding, and you didn’t judge her for what her father did to her mother or for how she acted out because of that.
sure, you were a little weird and sometimes you could be downright rude to other kids in your class but you cared for her in a way that no one else had before.
(un)fortunately, you didn’t come alone — you were a packaged deal. your childhood friend, daishou, came into her life right along with you. she didn’t mind at first; daishou was fun when he wanted to be but he was mostly full of snarky comments and sarcastic quips.
the three of you spent all your time with each other; from playing at the playground to helping her begin her makeup youtube channel in 8th grade.
you all got along pretty well up until you got to highschool. once there, you threw yourself into your studies, sort of retracting yourself from her and daishou.
how selfish.
she couldn’t help but feel betrayed by you—you knew how bad she was at making friends and you didn’t even care, leaving her all alone to fend for herself.
well, not all by herself.
daishou was a constant. no matter where she was, or how alone she was feeling, he was there to provide entertainment at the most, and his presence at the least.
it wasn’t always the healthiest, most functional friendship, she could admit that. there were weeks that daishou would choose to ignore her for no apparent rhyme or reason, citing his explanation as he just didn’t feel like it.
obviously it sucked but he was her only friend, ever since you so cruelly abandoned them. i mean, you still ate lunch with them every day and invited them over to study and hang out, but it was not the same.
with you so absent, she grew closer and closer to daishou to the point she was spending almost every waking moment with him. and, as the story so goes, she fell for him, head over heels.
she knew it was a bad idea, if their friendship was anything to go off of but she didn’t care. she was desperate for love and physical affection and he seemed willing to at least give her the latter.
after she decided to confess, nerves all the way in her throat and a box of chocolates behind her back, daishou took her virginity in the back of his ford fusion, hard, fast and nothing like she’d imagined.
the next day, she’d cornered you in the library (where you always seemed to be) to tell you the good news. your face was unusually blank as she detailed the best night of her life to you, your response being less than stellar when she was done. “please be careful,” you had said.
what did that even mean? you clearly wanted to keep daishou safe from her which was ridiculous because weren’t you supposed to be her friend too? she’d stormed out of the library after that, determined to demand a kiss from daishou to make her feel better.
that day was one of the last that she’d see you for a while. you got caught up with clubs and schoolwork (and apparently therapy for god knows what) while she got caught up with daishou.
things with him weren’t... great. they never really were but things were getting even worse. his random bouts of silence got longer and though it was only freshman year and they’d been dating for less than 5 months, he’d meet with her after school with a hickey plastered on his collarbone that she knew she didn’t put there (she sucked even harder over the spot to claim it as her own).
as she said, things weren’t great but they weren’t horrible either. they remained that way all the way up until sophomore year.
you and her had drifted even further, hardly speaking to one another unless it was for a project or to vaguely greet one another in the halls. it was okay though. you had all your other friends and she... well she had daishou.
speaking of, her “boyfriend” had been more distant than usual. she wasn’t an idiot and she knew he’d been seeing other girls on the side, but she believed she would be the one he’d end up with, the one he’d marry.
how foolish she had been.
it was prom night and she felt beautiful. her beauty channel had finally begun picking up traction (she’d just hit 13k subscribers the night before!!) so she filmed a prom night makeup tutorial, making sure that every square inch of her face was perfect. donning a silky blue floor length dress, she felt like a princess and she certainly looked the part.
she showed up to daishou’s house about 30 minutes before the event, ringing his doorbell with an elated grin painted all over her face. he had mentioned in passing that his parents and older sister would be out for the weekend, leaving the house for themselves. that meant sex and sex meant being wanted.
after the third ring of the bell, she started to get nervous. maybe he wasn’t ready yet? maybe he needed help with his tie? just when she was about to wring the bell again, the door swung open to reveal daishou... not in his suit.
“oh, it’s you,” he’d grumbled. “‘m not goin’ to prom.” she felt her breath catch in her throat. she’d protested and begged for an explanation but he wouldn’t give one to her. eventually, she’d followed him into his house, furious because how could he do this to her? on her night?
it didn’t take very long for him to get fed up, his snake-like eyes honing in on her, filled with venom. “‘m not goin’ because i don’t like you anymore. you still look pretty though.”
just like that, with just a few words, he’d shattered her heart. she was frozen in place, completely disconnected from daishou, her love, as he not-so-gently pushed her out the door, slamming it in her face.
she felt tears stream down her cheeks and before she knew it, her legs were carrying her to a place she hadn’t been in months.
banging frantically on the door, she cried out, begging for someone, anyone to hear her. the door opened quickly and there you stood. you’d clearly been studying but as you took in her frazzled appearance, it seemed as though your heart broke.
you ushered her inside, sat her own the couch, and began to make her a cup of tea, your parents having been out for the night as well. once the kettle went off, you quickly prepped her drink and gave it to her, the words flowing out of her like liquid once she had taken a sip.
she didn’t know why she was even there but despite the animosity between the two of you, you seemed like you truly... cared. (neither of you mentioned the tears that stained your favorite t shirt or the quiet apologies you muttered into her hair).
that night quickly went and passed and by the next day, she was feeling rejuvenated and more like herself. however, that feeling quickly dissipated when she caught you in the hallway between classes speaking with daishou behind the stairwell in hushed tones.
within the span of a few hours, her heart had been broken twice and she was sure she’d never felt such heartache before.
she turned on her heel and darted away, avoiding your every attempt to talk to her for weeks and weeks until you just... stopped trying. after you’d cut off conversation, yet again, the sadness quickly festered and morphed into anger.
that anger only grew when she watched you graduate at the top of your class in your senior year, your smile blinding as you accepted your diploma. it only grew when she saw that you had made it into the university of your choice on your instagram story, her own rejection letter torn up in the bottom of her wastebin. it only grew when she saw you’d made your own youtube channel, her own going untouched and neglected (her last video had been a half-assed “get ready with me” that had more dislikes than likes due to her horrible makeup and even worse attitude).
soon enough, the rage had intensified until it had taken over her whole being. she was just so angry at all that you’d done to her, all the ways you’d ruined her life that she couldn’t keep herself from plotting your demise.
when she got the email from the hyper house management team that invited her into the house and offered the option that she could pick someone she wanted to move in as well, her anger turned into excitement.
this was her chance. this was her moment to turn your life into a living hell, to make it at least a fraction of what she went through by your hands.
she was going to make you pay and god, was it going to feel great.
the metal of the handcuffs chafed her wrists as she adjusted herself against the cool leather of the cruiser, the discomfort removing her from her reverie.
yeah, right. it seemed as though she was the only one “paying” right about now.
she tilted her head back to stare at the ceiling, tears filling her eyes but refusing to fall.
things definitely weren’t meant to turn out like this. not at all.
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the house was completely quiet, for the first time in what felt like weeks and osamu felt very out of place.
despite being so far removed from everyone besides his girlfriend, he enjoyed the noisiness and bustle that came from all the other members.
osamu never had been a fan of the quiet.
all it did was remind him that he was alone — that he was the lesser twin, the one always left behind, the one that would remain alone while his brother basked in the limelight.
but now, that wasn’t the case! osamu had meiko and he used to have daichi and iwaizumi but ever since iwa was fired and daichi disappeared off the face of the planet, he was down two friends. that was okay! his was doing what he loved with the woman he loved and that was all that mattered.
a loud clang followed by a quiet curse shook osamu from his thoughts. he gently placed the knife he was using to prep his vegetables down before following the noise to the pantry where he found... you.
you were sitting on the floor of the pantry wearing hello kitty patterned pajama pants, fuzzy socks, and a hoodie with your hand in a bag of chips and a pan sat by your foot. belatedly, osamu recognized that you must’ve knocked over the pan after falling while trying to grab your snack.
you were cute, with your sleep mussed hair and confused expression, he briefly thought but he swiftly squashed that line of reasoning down.
he was in a happy, committed relationship and he didn’t need you to change that like you changed everything else in his life. after all, you were the reason atsumu hated him now and never spoke to him anymore. you were the reason he had to avoid going home for fear of his grandmother asking what atsumu was up to because he had no idea. you were the reason he and his twin drifted apart. it was all you.
before osamu knew it, that moment of endearment had passed and was instead replaced by anger.
“what the hell are ya doin’ here?” osamu scoffed coldly, staring down at you with fire in his eyes. you sighed and stood before skirting past him and walking out into the kitchen.
“i live here asshole,” you muttered, searching for your phone in order to go back to hiding in your room until the boys got back. you wanted to avoid conflict as much as possible but unfortunately, osamu had different plans.
he slid out in front of you, keeping you from leaving the kitchen and effectively trapping you in the encounter. “ya know that’s not what i meant. what were ya doing spying on me? gonna report back to yer little harem?”
you felt your face curl up in confusion which osamu apparently wasn’t a fan of, judging by the deepening of his sneer. “i have no idea what you’re talking about osamu, now let me go.” you attempted to push past him but he was too tall, too large, too strong and you were forced further back behind the island.
“no, i know ya tell em things about me. what were ya gonna make up this time, hm? what were ya gonna say to tsumu to make him hate me even more?” he spoke down on you, his words filling with more and more venom, and as much as you hated it, you couldn’t keep yourself from cowering in front of him, your eyes filling with tears.
“osamu, please let me go, i don’t know what’s happening and i don’t know what to tell you to make you leave me alone,” your voice came out as a whimper, despite your best efforts and osamu faltered.
he’d never seen you like this, not once in your whole time living in the house, not even when most of the members were against you. you never showed weakness — you had a quiet strength most of the time and when you really got mad, as evidenced by your fight with meiko, you got violent.
but this? this was nothing like you. you were practically curling in on yourself, your arms wrapped around your chest protectively as if you were afraid he would... hit you.
oh god, oh god, osamu thought as he took a step back. what the fuck was he doing? he’d just been yelling at you, cornering you and not giving you room for escape, even though your body was clearly begging for it. you viewed him as a legitimate threat to your safety and that thought chilled him to the bone.
“yn, i—“ osamu was interrupted by the door slamming open, revealing everyone returning from the mall with atsumu at the head of the group.
“tsumu!” you choked out before pushing past a now distracted osamu and running right into his twin’s arms. he wrapped them protectively around you while whispering reassurances to you before pressing a soft kiss to your temple.
the two of you held a quiet conversation that no one else could hear but osamu could guess the contents when atsumu glared up at him, looking absolutely furious.
sakusa, kuroo, and kenma gently took you into their arms, allowing you to cry quietly while atsumu stomped over to osamu before jamming his finger into his twin’s chest.
“what the hell did ya do to her, samu?” he growled, shoving osamu’s back into the island behind him. osamu allowed him to, too in shock and ashamed to protest, much less fight back.
that didn’t stop atsumu from pressing, asking question after question, none of which osamu could answer. “answer me! open yer fuckin mouth asshole and answer me!”
“atsumu, i-i’m sorry, i-“
“baby!”
a force barreled into his chest, thin arms wrapping around his waist and shoving her face in between his pecs. “it’s okay baby, i’m here,” meiko whispered in between kisses to his collarbone, her presence doing little to soothe him as his eyes darted around the room.
atsumu still looked as angry as ever but he kept his mouth shut as meiko rubbed more of her makeup on osamu’s black t shirt in her attempts to comfort him. you were staring him down as well with tear tracks staining your cheeks as sakusa rubbed circles into your back and kenma wrapped his arms around your waist. sugawara, bokuto, and kuroo were standing at your sides, eyeing him with contempt while oikawa and akaashi were deep in conversation with yachi who seemed to be stressed out of her mind.
osamu searched further and his eyes landed on daichi standing the furthest away, his eyes fixed on where meiko lied in osamu’s arms, his face full of hurt and... disdain? anger? disgust?
it was confusing so osamu quickly averted his eyes, instead choosing to focus on the woman in his arms who was now whimpering and shaking in her 4 inch heels. hesitantly, he lifted his arms to hold her closer before bending his head to breathe her in, his eyes fluttering shut at her unique smell of hairspray, brown sugar perfume, and chinese food.
“osamu,” sugawara spoke up after a moment of silence, “there’s something i need to tell you. we saw meiko ki-“
“babe? what’s going on?” a new voice rang out from the still open doorway, meiko clearly recognizing it as her head darted up to watch as the group moved from the door to reveal...
“...suna?”
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disruption
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Kenma kept his life as private as he could. While you didn’t particularly care one way or the other about being known as Kenma’s s/o, he wanted to keep some aspects of his life to himself.
Tonight, Kenma was exhausted as he was ending a particularly long stream. He set down his headphones, burying his face into his hands. Out of frame, you saw just how tired he was and thought about ways you could help him unwind.
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