"How long have you two been dating?" Atsumu asks, still in awe his junior had managed to get such a hot girlfriend. Both of you frown, confused looks on your faces. "Oh, I don't know," Hinata says, and Atsumu internally cringes. "You don't know? What do you mean you don't know your anniversary?" He looks to you, expecting you to be shocked, but instead he finds you looking at Hinata. "Well fuck, Shoyo, you were my only hope. I don't know either. Hmm," you say, "Maybe second year?" That's a long time, Atsumu thinks, being together since your second year of high school. You two were probably only sixteen, seventeen at most. And now Hinata had just turned twenty four. "Wow, second year of high school, that's a long time." You laugh, and he's confused, what's funny about that? "No, not second year of high school. Second year of middle school."
foreword: thank you so much for requesting this!! i really liked this request so i made it a short fic... if that’s okay. i hope you enjoy this!!!
look out for: angst, manga spoilers
Sugawara Koushi hated to admit he had many regrets during his time in high school. He regretted giving up the position as the official setter of his volleyball team to someone more skilled than he. Koushi regretted lashing out at his friends for something more petty than he initially thought, and regretted not helping out his underclassmen as much as he could have. Most of all, Sugawara Koushi especially regretted how he never confessed to you before you both graduated.
Every day after he received that diploma, he imagined what it would have been like if he just pulled you away from your teary-eyed group of friends to whisper a soft-spoken confession into your eyes, and watch you hold your breath as you process what he had told you, laughing as you did so. He wanted to have held your hands as he confessed to you, feeling them warm up, perhaps get slightly clammy, as you stutter out your response. The feeling of regret hammers him down with heavy grief, and some days when he looks into the mirror he can see the sign pierced to his chest that taunts him, saying, “Look at this fool: he never built up the courage to confess to the love of his life.”
On those days he covered up the sign with a button-down shirt, along with a tie for extra coverage. Sugawara taught children with a thought pushed in the deep corners of his mind, wondering what it would have been like if he had started a family with you. Would he be teaching them right now, whining out an embarrassed “Dad! Stop embarrassing us!” as he told the rest of the class about a silly little story of his kids? The regret consumed his thoughts; it consumed his everyday life.
One day, there was a knock on the door of his classroom. He quickly made his way towards it, hushing his students, telling them to continue on with their assignment. Sugawara opened the door, with two figures greeting him. There stood his boss, the principal of the school, along with a familiar face. It was you.
“Good morning, Sugawara-sensei,” the principal said. “This is (L/N)-san, who will be joining us as a homeroom teacher for the classroom next door. I’m showing them the way around the school, and I’d like for them to shadow you as a teacher. Are you alright with this?”
Sugawara, with a blank expression masked over the pain on his face, gave the principal a single nod, muttering out a “Yes, of course,” as he held out his arm for a handshake. You smiled at him gently, the kind he never let escape the abyss of his memories, and you took his hand for a hearty handshake. He felt a cool metal on your skin, and when Sugawara gazed down at your joined hands, he saw a ring adorning your finger. An engagement ring. He remembered seeing the same kind at a jewelry store years ago as he thought about how he wanted to propose to you.
Upon seeing the ring, Sugawara Koushi regretted letting you in his classroom.
foreword: hi! i combined two requests and made a fic for this. i hope u guys enjoy this and if u do plz let me know!!! have a good day yayay
look out for: angst, childhood friends au, unrequited love au
You had two friends growing up. They were your best friends, staying by your side during the worst and the best moments of your life, and you couldn’t wish for better friends. You remembered spending countless afternoons out on the grassy backyard of your home playing soccer with them, which was the one thing that brought you all together.
One of the two was your absolute best friend. She always had a soft smile on her face and no ill intentions. Her eyes always gleamed a soft color; never did her eyes shine a malicious glare. She always gave the warmest hugs and a hardened shoulder to cry on. Only righteous words came from her mouth and never did she speak badly about anyone else. You thought she was an angel brought down from heaven.
The other was a quiet boy named Hyouma Chigiri. Often was his face expressionless and rarely did he speak, and when he did, everything he said made your heart flutter. He grew out his soft red hair to where it graced his shoulders, and every time you braided his hair it stuck to your clammy, shaking fingers. You thought you were in love with this boy. So, so, so, so, so in love with him. You kept these feelings within you, pushing them down so that it was a compressed part of your heart, and you swore to yourself never to tell anyone, not even your best friend, about these feelings that you had.
One day, the three of you arrived at Chigiri’s home to have yourselves a refreshing cup of water— and a working air conditioner— being outside playing soccer the entire afternoon. There he opened a letter, announcing that he was invited to an elite soccer training camp called Blue Lock. You and your best friend congratulated him, and you all decided to have spend the night at your house the night before he moved away to participate in Blue Lock.
On that night, three of you were all situated in your bedroom, blankets loosely covering yourselves, when you exclaimed, “Let’s play a game of Truth or Dare!” The other two agreed, the red-haired one being slightly reluctant in his agreement.
Several phone calls and a blushing best friend later, you asked your best friend, “What do you look for in a guy?”
“Oh, that’s a hard one,” your friend said, humming as she thought. She placed a finger on her chin to think, and a few minutes later, she answered, “Well, I’d like for him to be nice, you know, and sweet. Oh, uh, nice and sweet are synonymous, so... he should be someone who would love me with everything he has... oh, oh! And! He should have this hairstyle that I think is super cute.” She pulled out her phone to open it up to a picture of a short hairstyle, with loose bangs in the front and the back shaven clean. You peered over at her phone, noting how unique the style looked. She giggled, feeling a little flustered. Chigiri remained silent.
The next day, you and your best friend sent Chigiri off as he went away to participate in the training camp. You weren’t sure when you would see him again, but there was a feeling bubbling in you that the three of you would drift away, now that he was gone.
And that feeling became reality as you and your best friend lost contact with each other, as you went to a school near your house and your best friend traveling a long commute to a private high school suited for her potential career. You remembered texting each other every day, but the texts you and she sent gradually became shorter and shorter, until the two of you stopped talking altogether.
Several years later, your best friend became a ghost to you. The memories you had of her lived in your mind like how all the soccer balls you accidentally kicked over the fence planted themselves into the grass of your neighbor’s backyard, never knowing when you might come across them again. You felt an emptiness in yourself. You felt lonely.
Really lonely.
Until one night, your phone rang. Scrambling to pick it up from being cooped up in your bed all day, you saw that it was a number you vaguely remember. When you answered the call, you recognized the voice right away, even if the static of the phone made it sound a little different.
It was Chigiri.
“Hey, is this (L/N) (Y/N)?”
You told him this was you, hastily and honestly a little too eager for your liking.
“Oh, good. Okay, I... I’m coming over in a bit. Is that alright?”
Again, you told him yes with an eagerness in your voice that sounded like you were begging him to come visit you.
“I’m glad. Listen, I got kicked. From... the camp. The training camp. Blue Lock. You remember that, right? It’s... a long story.” A pause. “Anyways, I’m coming over ‘cause I got something in a bit and I need you to send me off well. Because I’m actually a little nervous.
And it’d be nice if you did my hair again. Like the old times.” He chuckled to himself, and you could hear him breathe through your speaker. He muttered the last few words again to himself. You missed him so much.
Several minutes later, you hear a knock at your door. It’s him. You jump out of your bed and take a quick look at yourself in the mirror, fixing up your appearance in the slightest.
Once you look at least a little bit presentable, you make your way towards the door and you open it to see a boy you don’t recognize. He fits his clothes a little nicer. He’s standing a little taller than he did before; he doesn’t look so slouched anymore. There’s a slight smile on his face. You don’t recognize him at all, but when you look him in his soft red eyes you know it’s him.
foreword: the first part of “ukiyo,” a rircus rerver collab!!! i am so excited for everyone to write their parts and i can’t wait to read them all. i hope this part hypes you guys up!!! :D
wc: 1k
look out for: no warnings!!
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I don’t want it anymore.”
Your friend placed the old video game console in your hands carefully, not wanting to damage it in front of you. You looked down at it, then back up at your friend who gave you an expressionless stare.
“Wh-What do you mean, ‘You don’t want it anymore?’” you sputtered, “I gave you this thing for your birthday!” You motioned to the console in your hands.
They frowned at you, shoving their hands in their pockets, and as an attempt to get around your reason for not wanting to claim the console, they said, “It’s weird. I tried playing the game you gave me along with the console, but… agh, I don’t know how to describe it. You should try playing it, and you’ll see why I don’t want it anymore.”
You replayed the short exchange you and your friend had just not even a day before in your head, sighing as you plugged the console to the TV, setting up the so-called “weird” game you had gifted your friend. The entire bedroom was dark, save for the bright screen of the television illuminating the corner of the room in which it occupied. The depressing silence shadowed over you like the thin blanket draped loosely over your shoulders, making you feel all the more isolated on this lonesome night.
The chime of the game rang, breaking the silence, and you whipped your head in the direction of the television, letting your eyes burn into the bright screen. You squinted not even a second later.
You read in big, bold letters: “ARE YOU READY TO PLAY?” It was a menacing sight, for some odd reason, and it made you begin to feel slightly nervous. You shifted your position on the floor in front of the television.
After selecting the option “YES,” you blacked out.
When you awoke, you were standing on a surface that you couldn’t see. All around you was a pastel pink void. You felt awake, a vast contrast from your sleepy self, attempting to play the game on only four hours of sleep. Putting a hand to your chest, you tried to feel your heartbeat, but to your surprise, it seemed as if you did not have one.
Were you dead?
As soon as the thought crossed your mind, a thunderous sound loomed over you, similar to someone clearing their throat. Instinctively, you positioned yourself to fight, with whatever strength you had. You knew that if you had a heartbeat it would have been beating like there was no end.
“Are you fully loaded…? Alright, uh, okay.” A masculine voice boomed over you, shaking your entire self. Despite the lack of your heartbeat just seconds ago, you could feel it ringing in your ears, and as you placed a hand on your chest again, you felt your heartbeat once more. At this point it seemed like you were hallucinating.
“Okay, yes. Now you’re fully loaded. Welcome to Ukiyo, the video game of your dreams! As soon as you selected ‘YES’ on the starting menu, you were transported to the video game. Don’t ask how. That’s… science you don’t need to know. Now, a couple of questions to get you started. Are you ready?”
You opened your mouth slightly, not knowing if you were supposed to answer out loud, or if whoever this person was speaking to you could read your thoughts. “Yeah, I guess so.”
“Alright. What’s your dream date?”
Huh? Your dream date? But why? What kind of game were you playing?
“Uh, I don’t know. Can I say I don’t have one? Just, uh, surprise me, I guess,” you reply, shrugging your shoulders.
A pause. Then, a different voice. “Oh, is it my turn to speak? Okay! Pick a number between one through five.” You think for a minute. Why should you choose a number? Right after a ridiculous question like what your dream date was, too?
“Three,” you say, after some hesitation. Another pause. You think that you hear a whisper of a “Darn it,” but pay no attention to it.
“I’m speaking now.” Another different voice. “The game has fully finished loading. We will now explain the rules of the game. You are in a video game where you wake up in a different scenario each day and create relationships with different characters each time.
“You have chosen the number three; therefore, you will create up to three relationships. Whichever relationship you have strengthened the most at the end of the game will win your heart. Does that make sense?”
You nodded, and blinked. When you opened your eyes, you found yourself standing in a small room with only a bed that made up more than half of the room. On one of the walls was a window, signifying that it was nighttime outside. Across from the bed that gave the room a little more color to the walls was a door, to where you didn’t know it led. You couldn’t move.
The same voice said, “This is your bedroom for the duration of the game, so get comfortable. After every scenario you will come back to this bedroom and sleep in here. When you exit through the door, you will begin the next chapter of the game. Does that make sense?”
You nodded again.
“Alright. That’s everything I have to tell you. You are ready to begin the game. Now go to sleep.”
A force overtook your ability to walk, and you made your way to the bed, tucking yourself to sleep. As you closed your eyes, the only thought running through your mind was the disbelief of what exactly you got yourself into, not fully comprehending the situation.
You woke up the next morning, jumping out of bed immediately. There was a spring in your step as you made your way out the door. Upon opening the door, you fell out and landed on a cold, tile floor. You yelped at the sudden contact and when you looked behind it seemed as if you came from inside the closet of a classroom of a school you attended. A broom fell out a moment later, hitting your back.
“Woah! Are you okay? Here, take my hand,” a voice said above you, and as you looked up to take his hand, your eyes trailed up to take a good look at the student’s face.
After things brought to out attention by our recent anon (thank you so much bb!!)
the other heads and I got together and decided to give Koca her first warning for failure to properly credit the artist in our pinned directory post.
(we are so sorry you had to witness this, koca used all of her braincells making the net and messed up ;p)
(This was a genuine slip up, and we’re sorry for that . This is a multi-fandom net that we’ve kept under wraps for weeks and just launched today. As previously stated, all art used in the edits, save for our pinned post, is from official art. We’re so sorry to anyone who has questions, we are turning off anon for the time being on both this and the @mknetadm blogs.)
(for now the post has been taken down until we can fix it, however we can’t do much about the reblogs to the post and apologize for that, but we are sorting this out right now. We are truly and genuinely sorry and we are doing our most to rectify this. Thank you to the anons who brought it to our attention and are helping us improve and fix ourselves.)
EDIT//
The post is back up using a different graphic made by Koca using official art from the manga
EDIT-2//
more information brought to our attention about the graphic used in our post, again, we are again, very sorry about this. We’re doing something about it right now. Koca is on her second warning.
