Author's Note: Hi everyone, sorry for the long overdue post. Life has been crazy and so busy I didn't have any time to write or ways to figure out my writers block. None the less I've finally found my way back and want to continue and work on the endings to my stories. But I do want to add this series will not be running long. I hope you enjoy and I'll be back with more soon! 🩵
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Hi! I've been thinking maybe you could write some smaus with hq boys reacting on reader sending them 'i like you'? With Daichi, Oikawa, Iwaizumi and Akaashi?
part one of i'm gone i'm gone i'm gone miniseries. high school graduation is a very bad time to realize you're in love with one of your closest childhood friends.
lol just to clarify, JST means "japanese standard time". i'll also be using EST later on, meaning "eastern standard time" (aka the time zone new york is in). JST is 13 hours ahead of EST !
tings // briefly referenced alcohol consumption, v soft n loving sex :) , a lil angst // i swear this søng is abøut eating øut my best friend's pussy - cøzybøy // dm, ask or comment to be added to the taglist ! minors dni.
— AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 27TH MARCH, 2021. 22:37 JST.
daichi’s always hated obligatory picture-taking, but he doesn’t mind it so much now. maybe it’s because of the thoughts about how these are your last few months together, the questions about whether he’ll see you again after it’s over. it’s been only hours since he realized he loved you, watching you walk across the stage, dazzling smile on your face as you received your diploma. he’s got one arm around your shoulders (and the other around kōshi’s) as parents and friends stand around you guys, snapping picture after picture until he’s sure he’s about to go blind from the flash.
out of nowhere, you pull the brim of his graduation cap down over his face, and he laughs. he loves you. and it’s a terrible time to realize that, because you’ll be leaving for new york by august. he’s lucky, at least, that he won’t be headed off to college until then either; he doesn’t know what he’d do if he didn’t get to see you again before you leave.
your voice, glittery with laughter, startles him out of his thoughts: “dude, y’okay?”
“oh, ha, yeah. i’m fine.” he notices a group of your other friends waving you over, nudges you toward them with a little laugh. “hey, i think you're needed elsewhere.”
you’re like magic, making him smile as he watches you laugh with your friends, exchange hugs, take a thousand more photos.
☾𓆙𓂻
you are like magic. he doesn’t drink often, but hey, kōshi tells him, we graduated, have some fun, man, and a few beers—just enough to blur the line between want and need—in you’re drawing him to you; he literally cannot stay away. he’s going to tell you he loves you. he has to. he absolutely cannot keep it a secret. he cannot keep you a childhood friend and nothing more. he thinks he might implode if he does.
— AFTER AFTER-GRAD PARTY: 28TH MARCH, 01:12 JST.
somehow you’re in his bed, he doesn’t know how you got there, not because he’s intoxicated but because all he can focus on is you. you, as you giggle and press his shoulders back into the pillows, kneeling on his mattress and trapping him between your thighs; you, as you ghost your lips down his throat and allow him to undo the zip on the back of your dress; you, as you stand and let it fall to the floor, leaving him in heaven and the presence of a goddess.
he can’t even fathom how complete he feels when he’s inside you, your arms around his shoulders, tugging at his hair and scratching into his back. he doesn’t understand how there can possibly exist a sound as beautiful as you when you cum, whining and shivering and clinging even tighter to him. he loves the way you say his name, soft, breathless whispers of daichi, daichi, fuuuck, loves the way your lips part when you do, soft and pink as he brings them back to his own.
— 07:43 JST.
was it all a dream? it must have been; there’s no one else in his bed. but there are cumstains on the sheets which prove otherwise. he’s almost afraid to text you.
— 16:31 JST.
☾𓆙𓂻
he arrives to pick you up a couple minutes early, sending you a simple I’m here text and leaning against the hood of his car as he stands outside and waits for you. when you step out the door, his breath catches. the smile you meet him with is mesmerizing.
☾𓆙𓂻
“so… what now?” you ask him over half-finished bowls of udon. after nearly an hour of avoiding it, it’s probably best to address what the two of you came here for in the first place.
daichi sighs, trying to balance rationality with the fact that he’s definitely in love with you. he realizes he still hasn’t asked you what your feelings are, and although he’s almost scared to know, he counters with a question of his own. “what do you want to do?”
“i dunno, what do you think—“
“no,” he says. “forget about what we should do, for now. i wanna know what you want first.”
his eyes don’t leave you as you avert your own, staring down into your soba and thinking. your cheeks flush and he swears he can feel his pulse speed up. when you look back up at him, your expression is soft and almost sad.
“i kinda want this,” you say, and suddenly everything stops except you. “i do want this.”
“okay…” he nods, urging you on vaguely aware of where this is going.
“but. new york. columbia. i already accepted their offer. and, i don’t know…”
“hm?” his tone is gentle.
“i don’t… i don’t think i could do long distance.” you pause to try and collect your thoughts; he waits for you to continue. “i don’t think that would be a good idea. because i don’t even know how often i’m gonna get to come back home. and, um, i don’t know—i mean, like, if we were actually together—i don’t think i’d be able to just not see you, you know?”
you’re right, he knows you’re right. he tells you this.
“but i do really want this,” you say quietly.
“me too.”
“so what do i do?”
“tell me your plans after college again.”
you shrug. “get my master’s, i guess? get a job in sendai or something?”
“okay,” he says. “okay. i’ll wait.”
“what?”
“i’ll wait,” he repeats simply. “i mean, if you’re okay with it, too.”
“what do you mean, you’ll wait?”
“we can, like, just keep things the way they've always been until we can make it work? until we’re both done undergrad, at least.” he stops, realizing he might be going too far too fast. “sorry.” and then quieter, almost shyly, he asks, “i— uh, sorry, i— how much do you want this?”
you shake your head at him, and there’s a tiny smile playing on your lips. “i’ll wait.”
— PRE-DEPARTURE: 20TH AUGUST, 2021. 18:32 JST.
somehow he’s managed to convince your parents to let him drive you to the airport separately tomorrow morning. they probably assume there’s something going on between the two of you already; you hadn’t hung out nearly this much since elementary school, when they’d still been the ones arranging your play dates. no one really minds, though; your families were always close and anyway, it really is just a matter of time.
he’s just finished dinner with your family when he nudges his knee against yours under the table. “spend the night at mine?” he says quietly, although he knows your parents will still hear. it’s fine; they love him. he watches you look to them in question, half surprised when your mother nods and allows you to go.
☾𓆙𓂻
on the walk back to his—just a few streets down, actually, he catches you thinking out loud. “is this a good idea?”
“is what?”
“you know... to, like, stay over. at yours.”
he laughs. “we won’t do anything, promise. friends for now, remember?”
“okay.”
— 23:32 JST.
you’ve fallen asleep next to him, in his bed, midway through the second movie of the night. he notices almost immediately, shuts his laptop and turns out the light. he pulls you into his chest, arms firmly around you. just this night. just for one night, he doesn’t have to let go.
