A/N: this bad boy is dedicated to my sussy little baka @hikariakaashi giggles (derogatory). you’ve been going through a suna brain rot recently and when i told you my fantasy about shotgunning with suna, you encouraged me to write it, so here it is chuckles immensely. i hope u like it ily :biteslip:
big thank you to @kyotarou for beta reading and giving me mini heart attacks & to @hajigumi for making my header after saying it was ugly (/j) <3
The silence of your room was peaceful. The stars shone brightly outside your balcony window, moonlight glistening through the translucent curtains. It wasn’t absurd for you to be all by lonesome, it was only natural for the daughter of a CEO to find herself busy with things that didn’t concern the family. They were raising you to be an heir after all, a feat that required independence to be a shining skill. Still, standing in an empty room, it was a lonely situation to be living in. You were grateful to have such a future practically placed in the palms of your hands, but you wished there was something more. You wanted to experience what it was like to break free from the shackles of responsibility and keeping up appearances. A lot of your time was spent wondering if things would’ve been different had you been given a choice, but unfortunately, life did not give you the option to change the past.
That’s why you were so thankful to have heard the light knock that originated from the wood of your balcony door. A light flinch overtook your body at the sound, like you were anticipating his presence. You tiptoed your way over to the door, your warm hand radiating heat onto cool metal of the doorknob. With your ear pressed to the wood, a soft giggle fell from your lips.
“Who is it?” you teased, knowing full well who was on your terrace at this late hour.
“Why don’t you open up the door and see for yourself?” You could practically see the smirk that played on his face.
Without hesitation, you swung the door open so fast the hinges didn’t have the chance to creak. You jumped into his arms at first glance, him carrying you with ease. “Rintaro! What are you doing here?”
He placed you back down on your feet before taking your hand in his and bringing it up to his lips, “It’s a beautiful night, is it not?”
You blushed at the contact of his soft lips on your skin, anxiety washing over you as you scanned the perimeter.
“What if someone sees us?”
“Well, no one’s gonna catch us if we aren’t here for them to catch,” he whispered, jerking his head to the side as if to insinuate they were going to leave the property.
If someone had caught you with a boy—the boy being Suna, no less—you surely would’ve been reprimanded by your father. On the other hand, the past couldn’t be changed, and the consequences of the future were for a different you to worry about. What was life without a little risk anyway?
“You mean like...sneaking out?” You warily looked around as you shut the door, the click of the knob sealing your fate.
He lightly grabbed hold of your hand and started his way down the stairs of your parapet. “Well how else would we spend today?”
You followed him, hand in hand, through all the twists and turns that presented themselves in your garden, until you reached the outermost edge of the estate.
Suna promptly released your grip, intertwining his own fingers to hoist you over the wall, “After you.”
You held onto his shoulder as you stepped onto him, “Such a gentleman,” and climbed over the wall with ease.
Rintaro swiftly followed you, using his upper body to lift himself above the marble. After dusting his hands off on his jeans, he led you to the street just beyond the backyard.
As you approached the vehicle, he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry it’s nothing fancy. All I had was my mom’s old Honda,” you gave him an apologetic smile to reassure him that trivial things such as car brands didn’t matter. He stepped in front you to open the passenger door, waiting for you to be all settled in before winking. “But don’t worry, she won’t be back home until next month,” then he shut the door.
Your eyes followed him as he walked around the front of the minivan to get to the driver’s side, “What? What do you mean? Sunarin! Why does it matter if she’s not home!”
All he could do was laugh as he opened his own door. Hopping into the car and resting his wrist on the steering wheel, his eyes made a quick glance at the center console before putting his seatbelt on and starting the ignition. “Like I said, princess, it’s a beautiful night.”
The silence of the drive was peaceful. It was a comforting kind of silence, the kind that enveloped you in warmth. Everything felt okay in this abyss of quiet because you were in this abyss together.
You leaned your head against the window, feeling the cold air of night permeating through the glass before you sighed. “Say, how long until we reach our destination?”
Rintaro shifted in his seat, placing his right elbow on the armrest of the door and placing his head in his palm. He darted his eyes to you and back to the road with a smile, “Be patient. Good things come to those who wait.”
Sitting up straight, you crossed your arms over your chest and imitated a child’s pout. “Well can you at least tell me what we’re gonna do?”
He looked at you, then to the center console, then back at you before shrugging his shoulders. It was like giving a dog a bone. You squinted your eyes at him before untangling your arms and snaking your finger over to the medium and clicking it open. In the corner of your vision, you could see Suna trying to stifle a laugh. Curiosity getting the best of you, you leaned over to look into it, and your eyes widened at the sight.
“Seriously?” you rolled your eyes at him.
As you pulled into what seemed like a forest, he threw his head back in a guffaw.
“What? There’s no better way to celebrate, baby.” He unbuckled his seatbelt and gave you a kiss on your temple before pulling the keys out of the ignition. “Are you ready?”
“Ready for what?” You mimicked his actions and took your seatbelt off.
“Look up.”
You questioned his statement for a second before looking up through the panoramic sunroof of his mom’s Honda Odyssey.
“Oh my god. It’s beautiful.” Your eyes were full of wonder, much like a child, as you stared at the dazzling pink moon above you. “How did you find this place?”
He looked up for a moment, pretending to be lost in thought. “I dunno. Just came across it I guess.”
“Who would’ve thought I’d be alive to witness such a phenomenon!” You giggled, gazing at the sky once more. Turning to Suna, who was staring at you, you commented, “For real, it’s so pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you though.”
He was so suave sometimes it made you itch. Scoffing at him, you chose to ignore what he said, instead holding your hand out and saying, “Oh shut up and pass me a lighter.”
Suna dug his hands into the console and once he had everything in his hands, he motioned for you to shut the top. You watched him diligently as he twisted the grinder, once, twice, three times before taking a wrapper out of the packaging and running his tongue on it. He has such nice hands, you thought as the veins flexed against his bones. He laid the paper flat onto the leather and snapped his gaze back at you.
“Hey, pay attention. How’re you gonna do this by yourself if you’re too busy looking at me, hm?” He loved to tease you, loved to see the heat rise to your cheeks when he took advantage of a perfect moment—loved to fluster you speechless. You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He took your silence as you admitting defeat, no retort coming to mind. Chuckling at your scrunched eyebrows and focused eyes, he took the wrapper back into his palm and unscrewed the grinder to sprinkle the weed onto the paper. With a steady hand, he placed the container down and rolled up the blunt. Suna tucked the edges of the paper into itself, and taking the lavender lighter that sat on the dashboard, he ran his thumb across the sparkwheel, running the flame across the wrapper.
Once he was done, he held the blunt between his thumb and index finger, taking a look at his proud work. Placing his elbow on the console, he slowly flicked his wrist to your side, ushering you to take the blunt from his fingers. Holding it with your left hand, he placed the lighter in your right. You paused before placing the blunt in between your lips, “I don’t know Rin, I just can’t imagine a world where you don’t roll for me,” you shrugged your shoulders, finally making contact with the paper. As you lit the end of the blunt in the darkness of the car, you couldn’t help but wither at the flame. You never really noticed in the daylight, how fast the light goes out. It was strikingly more apparent in the dark. Before you knew it, your eyes had shut and the flame was out. Perhaps at this moment you could’ve made some cliche anecdote about how life was like a flame, and it would be out before you knew it, so it was best to make the warmth last, but you were just so entirely encapsulated by it’s light that it was gone before you even had time to think about it.
You took a deep inhale, closing your eyes and clearing your thoughts as you let the smoke simmer in your throat, only exhaling when you felt as though you couldn’t breathe anymore.
“That’s my good girl. Seems like you did learn a thing or two from hanging out with a rascal like me.”
You rolled your eyes at him, increasingly getting closer to his body. “As if I had baby lungs before we met.”
A low chuckle erupted from his chest. Watching you take another hit, eyes drunk on the sight of you, he patted lightly on his thighs. You smiled at him, vapor spilling from your teeth, and lifted your body over the middle separation of the car. With you now straddling his legs, he placed his rough palms on your waist, holding onto your skin as if he was afraid to let go. You wrapped your arms loosely around his shoulders and he brought his hand up to brush his thumb against your lip. Gently pulling you in, he settled your soft lips on his, feeling his lungs fill with the smoke from yours. It was slow, the moment feeling everlasting as your bodies moved in sync and your tongues brushed against each other. You pulled apart for a moment, the taste still lingering while Suna turned his head to the side and exhaled.
He looked back up at you with stinging eyes, words could not possibly describe how beautiful you looked under the glowing pink moon. He pulled you in once more, this time more forceful. Teeth clashing and saliva spilling—he couldn’t get enough of you. You held the sides of his face with the heels of your palms, kneeling on the seat below you, desperately wanting to get closer. Suna drew back from your lips with a pop, only to come back and run his tongue all the way down your jawline and neck. Quiet moans ruptured from your throat as he sucked and nipped at the skin. You brought the joint to your lips and sucked on the end until the tip was bright red, only exhaling when Rintaro bit your shoulder.
Playfully smacking his arm, you winced, “Ow!”
He kissed the area as if to soothe the pain, “Sorry, princess, you just taste so good.”
“Yeah right, you smooth piece of shit,” you said, taking the joint in your lips again.
Suna removed himself from you, taking the blunt from your fingers and taking a hit himself. “C’mon, babe, save some for me.”
You cupped his cheek with one hand, the other exploring his chest, while you smooched his cheek and nuzzled your face into his neck, “As if you can’t roll one for yourself,” you purred.
Taking the last few inhales, he placed the remainder of the joint in the ashtray that sat in the cupholder. Rin hooked his index finger under your chin and pressed a quick kiss to your nose, “Where’s the fun in that?” He wrapped his arms around your shoulders, your arms snaking around his waist, and rested his chin on your head. “Y’know, I’m really gonna miss moments like these.”
You sighed against his chest, “You’re talking like we’re splitting up.”
“Well we don’t really have a choice, do we? You’re gonna go study at some prestigious school in France, and I’m…” the strands of your hair flew askew as he exhaled above your head, “...staying here.”
You sat up, straddling his lap once again, bringing yourself eye level to Suna. “I’m coming back, you know that.” You caressed your thumb on his cheek and felt your chest ache when he leaned into your touch, like he was desperate for you to stay. “So don’t talk like we’re never going to see each other again.”
He raised his hand to hold yours and kissed the inside of your wrist tenderly. “Yeah, we’re going to see each other again, but we’re not going to be the same again.”
You didn’t know how to respond. You racked your brain for rebuttals, yet nothing came to mind. All you knew was that you couldn’t lie to him—you didn’t have the heart to. What good would come of lying to the person you loved?
“C’mon, princess, say something. Don’t...don’t let me overthink like this. My head,” you heard him sniffle against your ear. “I keep thinking about all these things—about the future, and, baby, I just can’t see one without you.”
He trembled beneath you, hoping that you didn’t have to see him cry. You didn’t want to look up at him either, afraid that if you let go, you’d never feel his warmth again.
“Rin, please...please don’t say that.” You clutched onto the fabric of his shirt tighter, indulging in the scent of his fabric softener. “You’re making it hard for me to say goodbye,” you pleaded.
He was no better, begging with every word that fell from his lips. “Would it be so selfish of me to want you to stay?”
You lifted your head from his shoulder, wiping your cheeks with your sleeves before taking on the courage to look at his face. His eyes were stained red, bloodshot from the tears that poured. He bit his lip as a last ditch attempt to stop it from quivering—he didn’t want you to see him so...weak.
“Baby…” you whispered, hands finding their way to his face, rubbing away the wetness on his skin. You lowered your head and pressed your foreheads together. Letting out a dry laugh, your breath brushed against the tip of his nose. “Why are you making this so hard for me?”
The rest of the night was a blur of grasps and heartbroken refusals to say farewell.
The silence of the drive was anything but peaceful. Both of you dreaded the moment the rumble of the engine would cease—both of you dreaded the moment you’d have to say your final goodbye. The air was dense, with a sort of sadness that was too heavy to feel all at once. Almost like if one of you had spoken, you’d break down all together. It seemed as if the evening was all jumbled together—the car ride was reminiscent of a limbo you were both stuck in, like the minutes were slowed and rushed at the same time.
Like everything in life, all good things must come to an end. As you watched the image of your home enlarge from the distance, your heart sank to your feet. The moment was inevitable, and yet you hoped it would never come.
The minivan came to a stop in the exact same place it was when he had picked you up. Suna remained unmoving in his seat, hesitant to turn the keys in the ignition to the off position. Once the car stilled, your eyes glanced at the man to your right, tears threatening to spill from your waterline. Your hand wandered down to the lock of your seatbelt, wincing with your eyelids shut at the sound of the click—an action that forced streams to fall down your cheeks. The thick fabric whipped to your side, freeing you from the atmosphere that suffocated you, but you lingered in your spot. There was a ringing in your ears, and you were sure that Rintaro could hear it too. The smooth plastic of the door handle which you reluctantly hooked your fingers around burned against your skin. Everything felt sedated. Reality felt altered. Nothing felt real. The second you tore your eyes away from in front of you, Suna unbuckled his seatbelt and threw it to the side. He grabbed a hold on your wrist, using his other hand to bring your face to his.
Your bodies pressed together, fingers tangling in each other’s hair, clothes, and anything you could grab onto to bring the other closer. Your hearts raced, lips embracing in a delicate hold, breaths leaving your mouths in sync. It was no longer static. Everything felt warm. Everything felt happy. For the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt okay.
One last time, you broke free, instantly feeling colder. Your foreheads rested against each other, unwilling to leave the car and unwilling to let the other go.
You kissed his nose, feeling him smile under your touch. “Whatever happens during these next few years, promise me we’ll find each other again,” you whispered in the dark.
He kissed your cheek, releasing you from his grip and rubbing your shoulder, a gesture that let you know he was ready to say goodbye. “I’ll find you in every lifetime, this one is no different.”
You slowly pulled the door handle and hopped out, leaning over your seat to give him one last kiss. “Don’t forget about me,” you giggled as you shut the car behind you and rushed to make it back to your room before sunrise.
“I love you,” Suna whispered as he watched you fade from view.
Synopsis: The little things they do that make your heart go doki doki
Contains: Mega fluff to make up for the disgustingness that was my last post, a small mention of death
Posted: 1/2/2021
A/N: Hi, hello, I’m Angela, and I go feral for domestic head cannons :) also I didn’t proofread these because I wrote it in math class
𝐊.𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢
Will bring you a cup of tea in the morning
He knows you’ve been having a stressful time at work and wants to try and put you at ease
Always has such a soft tone when he talks to you, its borderline between drooling honey and a whisper
Will give you shoulder rubs when you get home
Always observes you to know when he's coddling you too much
He can tell by the way your nose crinkles ever so slightly and how your shoulders shiver at his touch that it’s time to give you some space
Waits for you to come to bed at night so he can make up for the time you two spent apart
As soon as you lay down and your pretty little head is resting on your soft pillow, he turns over and snakes his cold arm over your waist
“Baby, you’re still awake?”
“I’ll always wait for you, my love”
“Your hands are cold”
“All the more reason for you to warm them up”
The two of you understandably wake up tangled in each other’s arms, grasping onto each other as if you were slipping out of the other’s hands
𝐊.𝐊𝐲𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢
Best hugs ever
You’ll go over to the gym to surprise him somedays and he’ll just stop whatever he’s doing to come up to you and envelope you in his arms
Yes his coach is yelling at him but he doesn't care
Physical touch is definitely his love language
He was a tsundere before he met you, but after you kept pestering him and flirting, he finally gave in
Literally the biggest softie ever
Will come home from away games with like five stuffed animals and plushies for you
“They reminded me of you”
“Ken, we already have a closet full of these”
“I don’t like it when you’re alone and I’m gone”
He pouts
He’s so cute it has you weak in the knees
You can’t resist standing on your tippy-toes and planting the softest kiss on his forehead
He has hearts in his eyes, before a smirk finds it’s way onto his face
He gently grabs hold of your head in his hands and plants kisses all over your cheeks
One for every hour you two were separated
You’re left hugging in the middle of the doorway—your arms around his waist and his chin resting in the crook of your neck
“I love you,” he whispers
“I know you do,” you whisper back somehow sweeter, with your finger ruffling his hair, “C’mon, let’s go unpack your things, because I’m not letting you leave for a long time”
You always say this when he comes back home, but you make sure to let him go without any regrets whenever he steps out of the door
𝐈.𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
Yeah this man mhm *drools cutely*
As much as he makes you laugh and question if you’re growing abs from the ache in your stomach, some days when he comes home from work, your heart breaks at the silence that fills your house
He locks the door a little quieter, his steps are just a little quieter, his sighs are a little louder, and his eyes are just a little more empty
That is until you sit down on the bed right next to him
You take his hand in yours and rub circles into his skin
He places his other hand on top of yours and offers you a sympathetic smile
“What happened today, babe?”
He looked down with his smile a little less...smiley
“It was a kid, Y/N. A little girl.”
You knew his job wasn’t easy—being constantly surrounded by death does that to a person
Constantly being surrounded by death also made him cherish life a little more and in turn let him indulge in your warmth a little longer; hold you a little tighter
Even as he sobbed into your shirt, he held you like he was going to lose you
His biggest fear was that you’d surprise him at work for all the wrong reasons
After he calmed down, you offered to make him some tea, to which he agreed
You promptly left him in your shared bedroom, pressing a kiss to his cheek before your left
“I’ll be right back, okay?” he then nodded, watching your frame get smaller
You were in the kitchen, placing the kettle on the gas stove and listening to the click click click until blue flames erupted underneath the metal
You're leaning on the counter watching the steam escape the spout when you feel a big pair of arms come up from behind you
“Couldn’t wait for me, huh?”
“I don’t want to be anywhere you’re not”
You hold his cheek in your hand and place your lips on his jaw
The both of you wished you could stay like that forever
Wrapped in warmth since Mattsun was all too familiar with the cold
𝐖.𝐔𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚
It’s the way he takes care of you
The way he makes sure you’re well fed, that you’re not overworking yourself, that you’re never too lonely when he’s away for volleyball, that you’re always happy
For he was happy as long as you were happy
He always woke up before you, holding your hand in his and kissing the gold band on your ring finger
“How lucky am I to have the pleasure of loving you?” he breathed, taking in your sleeping form
You looked so delicate with your eyelashes fluttering and your chest heaving up and down
“Very lucky” you whispered with your eyes still closed
“Sorry, Y/N. Did I wake you?” he pulled you closer
“Mmm, no” you smiled against his chest
It was the sweet nothings in the morning that he spoke that reminded you of why you fell in love with him
He’ll be making breakfast while you’re just absolutely gawking at him from behind the counter
“Y/N”
“Yes?”
“You’re staring”
“Oh, I know” you’re voice is laced with playfulness
“Why don’t you set the table or something?”
“Already done!” you cheer with your eyes shut and your cheeks tinted red, “It’s not my fault my husband is so handsome”
He stops, mid flipping an egg, with his pupils ever so slightly more dilated and his cheeks tinted the same shade
“Awww did I make my Wakatoshi blush?”
He clears his throat before muttering a “No” and continuing his task
He thought you truly were spending too much time with Tendo
𝐓.𝐘𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢
You like to trace constellations on freckles when you stargaze
He took you out to this big, vast, and empty field with a clear view of the sky
The stars were supposed to be especially bright tonight after all
The two of you laid on a picnic blanket, with your head resting on his bicep for comfort
You sat up, just a bit to prop up your head on your hand as you watched him
You’d stare at his face all day if you could
“Honey, if you wanted to stare at me all day, I could’ve just sent you a picture”
You comically gasp “What! No! Its not the same”
He chuckles at your over-dramaticness “How so?” god he was so in love with you
“Baby, it the ambiance”
He laughed once more, the corners of his eyes crinkling with tears
“You’re so dramatic”
“Only because I love you”
He pulls you in with no hesitation, you can hear his heart race in his chest
He starts playing with your hair with one hand, rubbing your back with the other
“For every star in the sky is a lifetime I’d spend with you”
“Simp”
He tugs on your hair lightly, taking you aback “Hey, don’t act like you weren’t just drooling over my freckles”
“Hey now, I never denied that I simp for you too”
You bring your face up and closer to his, softly placing a peck on his lips and caressing his cheek
“For every star in the sky is how much I love you”
𝐈𝐤𝐞𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 | ft. T.Oikawa, K.Tsukishima, O.Miya, & K.Sugawara
Synopsis: After finally getting a place together, you and your s/o go furniture shopping at your favorite store on Earth—Ikea 😍
Contains: Fluff
Posted: 1/5/2021
A/N: Hi um this is my first time doing headcannons and also my first post of 2021, but I don't wanna go to sleep so I’m gonna write these instead! Ikea is one of my favorite places to go to so I think this would be really fun. I also have been binge reading Ikea headcannons. This may or may not just be an excuse to think about domestic life with Oikawa...
𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚
Oikawa is the type of person to go into those little show rooms and say “This is it! This is our apartment right here”
He gets distracted by every little thing, and I mean every little thing
Mans is like a whole ass child.
You guys could be walking by the TV consoles and he’ll just leave the cart in the middle of the aisle to go look at—and fantasize—about where that specific red metal locker-looking TV console would go
He’ll run up to different displays, point to them, and turn to you with literal sparkles in his eyes and go “Y/N! Y/N-chan! Wouldn’t this go great in the living room?”
You enjoy seeing his child-like smile as he eagerly visualizes how your apartment would be decorated so you let him play interior designer
He honestly is pretty good at creating a cohesive room and you firmly believe that if he wasn’t married to volleyball, he’d definitely be doing something creative
Definitely checks himself out in the mirror section
𝐊𝐞𝐢 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚
This man looks bored out of his mind
You’re like running around the store picking up different things and putting them back, throwing stuff into the cart, asking him whether he prefers the canvas or fleece throw pillows, and he’s just pushing the cart and smiling at you
After playing around with the strings of a questionable looking chandelier(??), he remarks that “it’s the ugliest lighting fixture I’ve ever seen”
You’re definitely excited enough for the both of you
He trusts your judgement in the furniture choices for the new place, as he doesn't particularly care, but he makes sure to tell you if something is absolutely horrendous
Acts pretty indifferent until you get to the kids section
He’ll quickly and smoothly slip away from your side to go look at the dinosaur plushies
“You’re a grown ass man and you’re still looking at stuffed animals?”
“Pfffft no,” he says while rolling his eyes and gently placing the triceratops back into the bin
“It’s okay. It’s cute,” you say while placing a chaste kiss on his cheek and throwing the toy into the cart before running away
𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐲𝐚
Osamu’s favorite part about going to Ikea is visiting the restaurant before the shopping begins, and the little eatery by the registers at the end
This man is counting down the seconds until he can eat one of those warm cinnamon rolls
Nonetheless, he proves to be pretty useful in the decision making between furniture
You can kinda go crazy while picking what to put in your new apartment, but he’ll be there to remind you if something won’t fit or if something doesn’t go with the rest of the decor
Let me tell you, this guy is a whole wanderer
You’re the one left pushing the cart most of the time because he’ll just walk away from it to go look at something else
At the same time, he’s also the type to go into those faux apartments, sit on the couch, and tell you to go look around while he waits there
Will sneak up behind you while you’re looking at picture frames and give you a lil tap on your ass when no ones looking so he can see your cheeks flush red
You guys probably pick plants for each other when you get to the end
𝐊𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚
You’re both equally crazy
Like borderline getting kicked out crazy
At least one of you owns one of those limited edition Ikea bucket hats
Neither of you can be trusted with the cart
You’d both be feeling up all the rugs in the carpet section and then it’ll click
Both of you look up at each other at the same time, your eyes wide, like “Where’s the cart?!”
It’s safe to say that at the end of the day, your place is going to look like an organized mess
Colors and shapes clashing in all the right ways
It’s almost abstract?
Anyway, you guys are probably taking turns sitting on all the mattresses, all the chairs, and all the sofas you come across
At some point, when you both get tired of running around, you find yourself standing behind the counter of one of the kitchen displays imagining what your new life’s going to be like, when Suga suddenly comes up behind you and hugs you by the waist
“Can you believe it?”
“Believe what?” you say turning around so that you’re facing each other with your back against the marble island
“This could be our kitchen,” he took a step forward to trap you between his arms, “We have a home, baby”
“I wouldn't have it any other way,” you whisper into his ear as you snuggle your face into his neck, taking in his scent like there's no tomorrow
He spins you around and says, “Let’s go,” to continue your adventure
You find it really cute that he makes sure to get some of those arts and crafts supplies for his class
SYNOPSIS: You’re in your third year at Karasuno High, and have liked Tsukki for all of them, but after finally being in a relationship with him for the past six months, you realize his cold, careless demeanor, which you once fell in love with, was the same reason you were falling out.
CONTAINS: Angst (?)
WORD COUNT: 2,610
A/N: Anyway, this is my first time writing a char x reader one shot, so hopefully it isn't too dreadful to read. I wanted this one to be about Mr. Kei Tsukishima because the phrase “take it back” sounded angsty, and I have a burning hate towards him, so I thought it would be fitting.
Part two here.
Prompt from here.
Six months.
That’s how long you’ve been in a relationship with Kei Tsukishima, but is that how long you’ve practically been in love with him? Of course not. You’ve liked the blonde boy since your first year orientation, when you noticed how much he soared over the other students. Obviously his height wasn’t the only thing you liked about him. You adored the way he cared about his best friend, Yamaguchi. You found it hilarious when he picked on the other first years (and occasionally the upperclassmen as well). You were in awe of how he almost glowed at the end of a long game. You grew to love his stone cold face, which he wore so effortlessly and so undeniably well. You were fond of the way he’d get annoyed of his short golden curls tickling his forehead. You were desperately in love with every little thing about him. Who would’ve thought that over these past six months, those things that you found so much comfort in, would’ve also become the exact reason you were in the position you’re in now?
You had the grades, you had the looks, but most importantly, you had the boy. What more could you ask for?
It was January when Tsukki had seemed to have forgotten to walk you home—which you thought was strange since he’s walked home with you everyday for the past year and a half—but you made the excuse nonetheless.
Maybe he’s just running a bit late. Maybe practice was taking longer than expected. Maybe he just lost track of time. Maybe—
Excuse upon excuse was running through your head as you sat outside the gym waiting for him, like you did every day you were together. You always asked him why you couldn’t just wait for him inside so you weren’t vulnerable to the elements (and so you could watch him practice).
“You’d only be a distraction,” is what he always said before walking away and leaving you all alone beyond the gym doors.
A forced smile spread across your face as you shrugged your shoulders and turned on your heels to sit on the bench near the vending machines. You wondered why he was so distant with you—no—you longed for a real answer. Was he trying to hide something within those concrete walls? You knew Tsukki had secrets that he kept from you, hell he hardly ever talked about the things that weren’t secrets, but to say you were shocked when you found out the secret he was keeping was you, was an understatement. Because that day, that special winter day, was the day the sky decided cry.
Your legs moved before your brain could think, and suddenly you were running towards the gym’s entrance, seeking refuge from the rain. The sounds of sneakers squeaking against the laminated hardwood floors, the echoes of volleyballs ricocheting off of walls and hands, the murmurs of huffing and puffing coming from the athlete’s chests—they all came to a halt as they stared at the girl who just interrupted their practice.
“Can we help you?” their captain, Yamaguchi, said with a smile and both hands resting on his hips.
“Oh um sorry. I was waiting for Tsukki outside and it started raining so I kind of just ran in here without thinking,” you giggled to hide your nervousness, but your shaky tone was still apparent.
“Tsukki?” Yamaguchi questioned.
“Yeah...” you trailed off thinking of what to possibly say. Tsukki wouldn't be very happy if he found out that you actually came into the gym and showed yourself in front of his teammates, but then again it’s not like he ever got upset about anything, “it’s just that me and my boyfriend usually walk home together and he still hasn’t come out.”
If according to routine, Tsukki typically would’ve been done with practice about two hours ago. At this time, It would usually be just Yamaguchi left alone with the first years, as he liked to spend extra time working with them and their skills.
“B-boyfriend?” the green haired boy almost couldn’t contain his laughter in his reply.
“Yes...” you tried to laugh with him, but the awkward tension in the air kept getting thicker and thicker.
“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, “it’s just that Tsukki’s never told us he had a girlfriend, or even liked anyone before.”
Oh. So that’s why he wanted to keep you out of the gym.
“Say, how long have you two been dating now?”
“A little over six months.”
His expression went a complete 180. What was once the look of light, friendly banter, was now riddled with fear, shock and a jaw nearly touching the floor.
“Oh my god,” Yamaguchi looked as if an apology was on the tip of his tongue, but before he could get the chance, you opened your mouth.
“Uh well since Tsukishima obviously isn’t here, I’ll just walk home myself. Thanks for the help Yamaguchi,” you hurriedly replied, one foot already out the door.
Step after step, the time it took between your strides became shorter and shorter, as you broke into a run, making your way towards home. Why would he keep you a secret from them? Why is he always so cold? Why does he always push you away? Why does he always tease you with that same monotone voice? Why did he not love you?
You stopped mid-step as you took in your surroundings. You knew exactly where you were. This was the intersection where you and Tsukki would part ways. You debated: left or right? My house or his? Where should I go?
You took a minute to think about which direction to take, when suddenly your phone rang. Pins and needles ran through your skin and a chill went down your spine as you read the caller ID.
“Tsukki”
You stared at the phone in shock, eyes wide, mouth agape, and skin turning paler by the second. He never called you first, so why start now? Ah. That’s right. Yamaguchi probably told him what happened.
“Hello?” you practically almost whispered.
“You went inside the gym today?”
“Uhm yes?”
“Why do you sound like you’re not sure,” his words said one thing, but his tone said another. Like he was trapped trying to scream in a place where the volume was muffled.
“Yes,” you said, more stern this time. Today was the day you were going to get answers.
“Why?”
“Take a fucking guess, Tsukki.”
Silence.
“I was waiting for you. Outside the gym. For four fucking hours,” you all but yelled into the phone.
“You could’ve just stayed outside.”
“Are you blind, four-eyes? Did you forget your glasses or something? Its raining!”
“Y/n,” he didn’t say your name often, maybe that's why it always had you so weak in the knees, “where are you right now?”
“Why?”
“Well you sound upset and it seems noisy in the background,” maybe he actually did care about you?
“The intersection.”
“Theres thousands of intersections in Miyagi, Y/N, try being a little more specific,” there it was, the passive aggressiveness he was so good at using.
“I know that, dumbass,” annoyance dripping from your lips, you tried getting across to him that you were fed up with his attitude, “the one where we always split up.”
“K,” was the only thing he uttered before you heard the dial tone.
Could he be on his way here? Did he want to talk to you? Did he want to see you?
One ounce of you. All it took was one ounce, one sliver of hope, for you to be waiting out here in the rain, not entirely sure if Tsukki was going to show up or not. You made a deal with yourself: if he wasn't here in the next fifteen minutes, you were leaving, and the two of you would be over. Right then and there, you hadn't realized that one of those things would have been inevitable anyway.
Five. Ten. Fourteen.
You cautiously watched the clock on your phone as your anxiety grew more and more intense with every passing minute.
There it was. Fifteen.
Some part of you must have known he wasn’t coming, because when the clock struck exactly fifteen minutes, you did not hesitate to get up and take the right to finally go home.
As you turned the corner, you heard the faint tap, splash, tap, splash, tap, splash, coming from behind, growing louder and louder the closer it got. You thought it was just a dog, or maybe some sweet, innocent child playing in the rain. Then you heard the volume of a voice you never thought you'd hear.
“Y/N!” Tsukki cried while running towards you, “Wait!”
You did not stop. You did not wait. Your steps did not waiver the way your breath hitched at the sound of your name. You continued on as if nothing was said at all.
Though this plan of yours didn’t work as you had forgotten one important factor: Tsukishima was an athlete. You forgot how fast he could run if he really wanted to...but maybe you wanted him to run after you? This was all you wished for after all. For once you wanted him to understand how it felt to chase after someone with no requiting in sight.
You didn't stop walking until you felt a heavy hand on your shoulder and an audible exhale against the nape of your neck.
“Why are you running away from me? I know you heard me,” he said, his monotone tone of voice almost slipping...was he...pleading?
You hadn’t turned around yet when you spoke, “You have some nerve asking me that,” you all but spat.
“W-what?” Oh so now he was stuttering? Was this even the same Tsukishima you fell in love with all those months ago?
You turned around so fast, you could have sworn he winced when his arm was violently whipped to the side.
“Isn’t that all you’ve been doing for the past six months?” You raised your voice—something you’ve never done in front of him before—but little did you know that this day was going to be full of firsts for you two, “Just look at today. You forgot about me. You didn’t tell your team about me. You barely even talk to me.”
“Wait, that’s not true—”
“Is it not? Your best friend didn't even know that you had a girlfriend,” you cut him off.
“Well if you would just shut the fuck up and let me explain you would know why I did all of that!”
What a terribly heartbreaking sight: to see two young lovers yelling at each other in the rain. Tsukishima grabbed your wrist and turned around, making an effort to start walking in the opposite direction.
“Just follow me,” he sighed, putting his headphones on and dragging you along behind him.
You were tired—exhausted really. It was draining to be the only one putting in effort to stay together. You genuinely believed that if you stopped initiating, the two of you would fall apart. That’s probably the reason why only a mere whisper could be heard from your lips.
“Do you even like me?”
With the sound of the rain’s relentless smacking of the puddles on the floor and the music coming from Tsukki’s headphones, he wasn’t entirely sure if he heard you correctly, or if you had really said anything at all. Still, although his pace never faltered, he still felt a pang in his heart from your supposed words.
You used your free hand to ever so lightly tug on the hem of his shirt, and that’s when he realized you truly did utter those broken hearted words. It was like he nearly came undone at your touch.
“What?” he said as he slowly lowered his headphones to rest on his shoulders.
“I know you heard what I said,” suddenly the sky wasn’t the only thing crying that day, but unlike the heavens above, your tears were warm, livid, and came slowly down your face—inaudible to the human ear.
“Y/N—”
“It’s a simple yes or no answer, Tsukishima,” you said this despite already knowing the answer. He was either going to tell the truth or lie.
“Yes.”
He lied.
It was true: you had the grades and you had the looks, but life could not grant you the boy.
“Let’s,” your voice almost broke at the thought, but you kept yourself together for just a little longer, “break up.”
Tsukki swore his heart stopped beating for a second. Surely you weren’t serious.
“W-what? Why?” His voice was shaky and panicky—two things you wouldn’t dare associate with him.
“You’re smart! Do you need me to spell it out for you?” You looked up at him, eyes glossy from oceans spilling out of your lash line, and the sound of defeat flowing out of your throat. “I’m so tired of this whole relationship being one sided! Do you want me to start coughing up rose petals for you until I can’t breathe? Because surely I’m getting there.”
“Do you seriously think I don’t like you? I wouldn’t be standing here if I didn't care for you,” he half-screamed. Tsukki was offended that you’d doubt him, but he was the one who gave you every reason to.
“For the first time in six months—six fucking months—you came for me. Where was this attitude yesterday? Or the week before? Or months ago? The fact of the matter is,” you took a deep breath as to not unravel right then and there, “your heart is the one thing that will never be mine.”
You turned away from him and whispered, “So let’s just end this here, before any of us—before I—get hurt,” and you walked away. It wasn’t until you were out of earshot when Tsukki’s heart wrenching three words slipped from his mouth.
“Take it back,” he held his hand out for you, watching as your petite frame got smaller and smaller with every stride.
When you disappeared from view, he slowly turned around and slumped in his step. He went back home and dropped to his knees when he opened the door to the reminder of your absent presence.
Why had he left early?
He planned a special surprise for you at his house for your six month anniversary. A banner, chocolates, roses, teddy bears, and all of your favorite movies. It took him all of six months to build up the courage to do something as heart warming as this—but unfortunately, he was six months too late.
Why was he so cold?
He knew that’s why you caught feelings for him. You told him all about how you fell in love with his distant demeanor. How you thought it was cute when he cringed at people trying to make conversation with him. He never changed because he thought that's what you wanted. After all, that is the reason you liked him, wasn’t it? Maybe he was just too inexperienced to recognized what you truly wanted—no—what you truly needed.
You see, Tsukishima was the type to love in silence, the way you did all those years ago. He left you love letters in your shoe locker, the ones you assumed to be from random secret admirers. He’d leave practice thirty minutes early so you wouldn’t have to wait for him too long. He’d make sure to shut anyone up who dared speak a single negative thing about you, because he too, was in awe of every single aspect you had to give.
Neither of you could have predicted that that unassuming day six months ago was truly the beginning of the end.
