It was stupid. You spent maybe half an hour yelling at each other. Just because Osamu wasn't like his frat brothers didn't mean he wasn't a frat brother, and fuck, you just wish he would say something to the dozens of girls who threw themselves at him daily. It hurts! How doesn't he get that?!?
After a couple of months, Atsumu begs to you come back around the house. Just because you and his brother stopped dating doesn't mean that Atsumu had to lose someone he now considered his best friend.
After the blonde twin blows up your phone with invites to a party at the frat house, you decided to say fuck it.
You show up in some tight jeans and a lace-up cami. You don't necessarily want to impress anyone; all you're going to be doing is talking to Atsumu and drinking a couple of beers, but it's nice to dress up sometimes.
You expect to see Osamu in his room like he usually would be. Even before you dated, he never participated in a party, but 20 minutes after you arrive, you see him walk into the house from the backyard with a girl on his arm. Atsumu tries to place himself in front of you to act as a human shield, but it's already too late, and you're making your way out of the house as he yells for you.
Once back at your dorm, you check your phone and see a snapchat from Suna, but you don't bother to open it. Instead, you wash off your makeup and cry yourself to sleep.
You don't get to sleep very long though. A loud knock at your door wakes you, and you check the time to see that it had been an hour since you'd left the party. You assume it's Atsumu trying to make you feel better, so you open the door.
"'Tsumu, I appreciate your efforts but-" You stop talking when you see who it really is.
"Wrong twin," Osamu says, running a hand through his gray hair. He holds out his hands. "I, uh, the store didn't have yer favorite flowers, but I thought ya'd like these ones..."
You only stare at the flowers. "What do you want, Miya?"
"Can I come in?" He asks. "I just want to talk, and if afterwards, ya never want to see me again, I understand."
You let him in, and he thanks you. After he sets the flowers on your desk, you flick on the lights. You gasp as you see a bloody nose and bruised eye. "'S-Samu..."
He chuckles. "It's okay," he reassures you. "It was just 'Tsumu. No big deal." He waits for you to calm down a bit before speaking again. "I miss ya," he tells you. "And I'm so fucking sorry for what I did to ya. I love ya, and I can't believe I ever allowed myself to let ya feel insecure. I should have just told all those girls to back off. If the situation were reversed, I'd want the same."
Your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I don't get it 'Samu," you say. "Why did it take you months to get it? The girl you were with tonight was one of the girls who I asked you to tell to back off!"
He puts his head down in shame. "I know," he admits. "And I..." He takes a deep breath. "I overheard 'Tsumu and Hinata talking before the party, and 'Tsumu said he invited you, and Hinata said he was excited to see you again, and I just... I guess I got upset that ya were hanging out with my dumb brother, and I wanted to make ya jealous."
"You're a fucking idiot," you tell him.
"I know, but I do love ya and miss ya," he says. He walks over to you and holds your face in his hands. "And I promise to be better for ya. Just give me one more chance."
You look up at him, your gaze softening as your hands reach up to brush under his bruised eye. It'll need to be iced in the morning. "You really promise? I can't let you in just to get shattered again, 'Samu. You're the only man I've ever loved."
He nods in response. "And if I break my promise, which I won't, I'll let ya beat me up with 'Tsumu next time."
You laugh at his words and lean up to kiss him. "Okay," you whisper. "One more chance."
Osamu grins like a kid on Christmas and picks you up to spin you around before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. "Ya won't regret it."
He sleeps in your dorm room that night. You lay on top of him with your head on his chest as he plays with the ends of your hair, and he falls asleep with a smile on his face.
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The next morning, Osamu sits on your bed, holding a bag of ice up against his eye. He's got a childish pout on his face.
"Ya can stop watching it now!" He grumbles.
Meanwhile, you're standing across from him, gawking at your phone. "Damn, baby, 'Tsumu really got you this time," you tell him. You wince as you watch Atsumu's fist makes contact with Osamu's nose. "Suna's a great camera man."
A Promise That He Can't Keep (Atsumu Miya x GN!Reader)
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I don't think Atsumu is a cheater. I think when he loves someone, he cherishes them wholeheartedly.
So imagine your surprise when you came home to see him curled up in bed with another. His arms are wrapped tightly around their naked body as they both sleep peacefully, unaware that you had just caught them. He used to hold you like that.
And you don't know when he stopped loving you. Sure, maybe he hadn't been super affectionate or attentive lately, but Tsumu is a hard worker. You figured he was just tired from all the practices and press work he had to do.
But no. The only thing he grew tired of was you.
So what can you do? Leave a note on the fridge, telling him
I'll be back tomorrow afternoon to collect my things. It's okay. I forgive you. Just promise me you'll be happier than ever, or else, my heartbreak will be for nothing.
Love you,
Y/n...
Yeah, that'll work, you think to yourself as you stick it to the fridge with a magnet. You don't realize you're crying until the streetlights become blurry as you drive to anywhere that is not the place you once called home.
When Atsumu wakes the next morning, he goes to get a bowl of cereal, and he finds the note.
Frantically, he scrambles to grab his phone. He calls you once, twice, three times, and up to seven. No response.
He kicks out his other lover without any explanation, only telling them that he can't be with them anymore. He's made a mistake, and he's only now realizing it.
His eyes grow wide in fear as he realizes he won't be able to fulfill your promise.
Pairing: Yakuza!Kiyoomi Sakusa x F!Reader (She/Her pronouns used).
Summary: When Kiyoomi left Y/n, she felt broken, dead inside even. It came suddenly, out of nowhere. Sure, Sakusa had never been the most emotionally intelligent, and he’d never been so open with how he felt, but he still treated her the best way he could, and he loved her. At least, she thought he did. Shortly after the break up, Y/n finds out she’s pregnant, and when she tries to reach out to Sakusa, she finds that he’s dropped off the face of the earth. What happens when they find each other again, in the back of an alley, where Sakusa rescues her from a rival gang member?
RATING: PG-13
Word Count: 2.9k+
Warning(s): Drugs, violence, gangs, weapons, crime, blood, death, assault, sexual assault, harassment, suggestive themes, not proofread
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Y/n Goto was excited to start university. She had worked hard in high school, and she had no time to waste now that she was actually trying to work for a career. This meant her classes ran from the early morning into the late-night almost every day. She would only manage to get an hour break between her classes, maybe two or three at most, depending on the day.
November 14, 2014 was one of those days. The sky was dark, Y/n had just gotten out of her dreadful statistics class, and she still had a pile of homework to do when she returned to her dorm. Luckily, she had managed to get a dorm without a roommate. She was meant to have one, but they had dropped out of living on campus at the very last minute, leaving her with a room for two. She couldn’t complain though. This meant she got to stay up for as late as she wanted without being a burden to anyone else.
With her headphones in and her head down, she didn’t notice the group of boys that were approaching her from the other side of the sidewalk. Once they reached the same point, one of them softly tugged on one of the earbud wires, pulling it out.
“Hey, where you going, pretty girl?” One of them taunted as they surrounded her.
“Leave me alone,” she said. Her heart began to beat faster as she tried to look for a way out. It seemed impossible. They had closed in on her. Their bodies brushed against hers, and they began to get handsy. “Hey, hands off,” she yelled.
They didn’t listen, choosing to continue to grab and grope at her instead. “Oh, come on! Don’t be like that,” they said. “Come have some fun with us.”
Before Y/n could say anything else, one of the men had been suddenly pulled away from her. Her eyes shut tight in fear, unsure of what was about to happen. She felt the other two men step away from her, and she opened her eyes again, she saw the three men fighting with another man.
She couldn’t see him that well through the fighting bodies. All that she could see was a tall, broad figure with dark, curly hair, and he seemed to be wearing a face mask.
The mystery man had managed to take down all three men with little to no effort. He was like something out of a movie.
“Next time you wanna harass a woman on the street, think again,” he spat at them. Then, he gently approached Y/n, not wanting to scare her off. “Are you okay?” He asked.
Y/n, still shaken up could only nod.
“Okay, good,” he said. “You live in Dorm B, right?” He asked. “I’ve seen you in the halls before. I live up on the third floor,” he said.
Again, she could only nod. She didn’t know if she could trust this man. Sure, he had just saved her, but for all she knew, it was for his own personal gain. What if he only saved her to take her for himself.
“Let me walk you there,” he said. “I promise that’s all I’m gonna do.”
Y/n nodded again, and she began to walk, making sure to keep some distance between the two.
Once they reached the elevator of their dorm building, Y/n felt a bit more safe. She didn’t completely trust the stranger, but she didn’t feel the need to completely keep her guard up anymore.
“I’m Sakusa by the way,” the strange man suddenly spoke up. “Sorry, I realized I never gave you my name.”
The young woman was quiet for a while before finally saying, “I’m Goto.”
“Nice to meet you,” Sakusa said.
Y/n began to see Sakusa around a lot more after the incident. It was almost like wherever she was, he would follow: in the student square, outside of her classes, in the dorms - she couldn’t escape him. She finally decided to confront him about it when they had entered the elevator together.
“Are you following me?” She asked. The question was sudden, abrupt, and it took Sakusa by surprise.
“No,” he stammered out. “Well, yes, but no,” he continued. “It’s not on purpose. I mean, we live in the same dorm, so of course, I see you here all the time. Everywhere else has been purely coincidental, however.”
“You know, you’re very sketchy-looking,” the girl commented. She stifled a laugh when she saw him tense up, eyes wide in shock of what he had just been told. “I’m messing with you,” she told him.
“I...” He mumbled. “I’m not that scary looking, am I?”
The elevator let out a ding as the doors opened, indicating that they had reached their floor. They began to walk together, seeing as they lived in the same hall, just a few doors apart from each other.
“Well, I mean, you’re definitely intimidating,” Y/n answered. “But hey, that’s a good thing sometimes. It helped me out that one night.” She then looked up at him, smiling through her mask. “Thank you by the way. I realized I never said it... Guess I was just a bit too shaken up to do so.”
Sakusa shook his head. “You don’t have to thank me. I was just doing the right thing.”
“Either way,” she said. “Something really bad could have happened to me that night, and you were there to be my knight in shining armor,” she teased. “Let me thank you properly.”
A blush took over the man’s face. He was glad that he had been wearing his mask. “Y-You don’t have to do that,” he said. “I don’t think it’s appropriate that you give me favors just because I—”
“What?” Y/n exclaimed. “Don’t even finish that sentence; that is not what I was getting at,” she scolded. “I was gonna say that I would take you out to lunch... Like off-campus so that we didn’t have to eat at a gross dining hall,” she explained.
The blush on Sakusa’s face only intensified. “Uh, right,” he said. “Okay, that would be fine.”
Y/n laughed. “Okay, good,” she said as she stopped walking. “Well, here’s my room.”
Sakusa nodded. “It is indeed,” he said. “I’ll see you around.”
He was ready to walk away, but he felt the young woman grab his wrist, pulling him back. Normally, he would be disgusted that a stranger would dare to touch him, but he didn’t seem to mind too much this time.
“Wait,” Y/n said. “I need your number so we can arrange things.”
Sakusa nodded and pulled out his phone. After quickly exchanging numbers, he quickly and awkwardly walked off. Y/n could only watch, an endeared chuckle falling from her lips before she entered her dorm room.
The two students went out for lunch that week, and they learned a lot about each other.
Y/n was from a humble, small town. She grew up in the countryside as an only child with her parents, who had high expectations for her. It resulted in her throwing herself into her academics. Because of this, she had grown up quite lonely without many friends... She had gotten into university with a full-ride scholarship.
Sakusa was the opposite of her. He came from a family of wealth, but that was as much he told her. “My family is complicated,” he told her.
She didn’t push. It wasn’t her business, so why would she? At this point, she was still technically a stranger to him, and so, she understood why he wouldn’t want her to know about his family. He’d open up as time went on, right?
Sakusa never did open up. He never mentioned his family ever again. When they began dating, Y/n expected him to bring her home to his parents. On their first winter break together, she had brought the man back to her hometown, and her parents had welcomed him to stay with open arms. Spring rolled around, and she asked him about his plans for Spring break.
“I’m going home,” he told her. “My father would like to speak with me. I’ll only be gone for a few days.”
“Oh,” Y/n said. “I thought that we would spend the break together.” She was dejected to say the least. She loved spending her time with Sakusa, and when they were together, he was perfect to her. He was always a gentleman, paying for her meals (no matter how much she protested that she pay for them at least once), holding her doors open, and making sure that she would get to her dorm safe. On the rare occasion that he would spend the night in her room, he was always so courteous to her roommate, always apologizing for intruding... While Sakusa made Y/n feel safe as he held her in her arms as she slept, she couldn’t help but wonder who he really was. It felt like she didn’t completely know him.
By their third year of university, Sakusa had proposed that they lived together, which shocked Y/n. His reasoning was that an apartment would save him more money, and he didn’t want to go through the trouble of finding a stranger to live with. Truthfully, he hated being away from her, and the close he could be to her, the better he could protect her.
Y/n couldn’t complain though. She got to stay up late and wake up early next to him. She got to feel his arms wrapped tightly around her as the two slept comfortably, the only light in the room being the glow of the TV, some random show the two had decided to start watching provided background noise.
Most mornings, Sakusa would wake up first. One time, he had tried to make breakfast, but Y/n woke up the smell of burnt eggs, and she told him that he should just wake her next time he wants breakfast, and that’s how Sakusa learned how to cook. He had felt bad that she was doing all the work, and so he asked her to teach him.
That’s when they established a routine: Sakusa would wake up early in the mornings and make breakfast while Y/n would make dinner at the end of the day. It was a routine that they fell into easily and both enjoyed. Neither of them thought that domesticated living was something that they would enjoy so much, but they did.
To Y/n, Sakusa was sweet, kind, protective, and stable. She could live the rest of her life happily as long as he was by her side.
And for Sakusa, Y/n was calm, soothing, and... normal. This was the life that he had missed out on when he was younger, and now, he doesn’t want it to end.
But of course,
all good things must come to an end.
Y/n learned that the hard way when she had made dinner for her and Sakusa. She sat in their small kitchen area, a table for two occupied by only herself. Her worried eyes stared at the door, helplessly waiting for his return. Eight missed calls and twenty-two text messages later, through teary eyes, Y/n the food away, not even bothering to eat any of it; she’d lost her appetite anyway.
She went to bed alone that night. A distraction is what she needed, and the only way she knew how was to sleep. Her hope was that Sakusa would return sometime in the middle of the night.
Y/n hadn’t realized that she cried herself to sleep until she woke up the next morning, later than usual. Normally, Sakusa would wake her up, but when she felt the other half of her bed cold and empty, no trace of her boyfriend to be found, she began to cry again. Immediately, she picked up her phone to call him again, but it didn’t ring. Instead, she was met with an automated voice message.
“We’re sorry. The number you have dialed is no longer in service or has been disconnected. Goodbye.”
Y/n felt the world stop and her heart shatter at the words. Where could he be? There had to be a mistake? His clothes and other belonging’s were still in the apartment. He had just paid the rent the other night, and he kissed her in the morning and said “see you later,” before he walked out the door, so where the hell is he?
The worst part is that she knew that she would never find him. Sakusa never mentioned any friends. Even his old college roommate didn’t talk to him. The only person that Sakusa ever saw on a daily basis was Y/n, so what could she do?
At first, she was heartbroken, blaming herself for never being good enough. After a few days of that, she became bitter. All she wanted to do was find the man and curse him out, ask him why he had to leave her, tell him how much she hated him... Then days after that, she was scared.
Her leg was bouncing as she leaned against the sink of her bathroom, staring down at a small, white stick with anticipation in her eyes. There was no way that this could have happened, right? What would she do?
Minutes passed by and she watched as two pink lines made their way onto the stick. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.
That was almost ten years ago. Y/n was able to finish her education, but getting a job whilst having a newborn was not in the cards for her. Instead, she had opted for a part-time job and an apartment (nowhere near as nice as the one she shared with Sakusa) with a nice policeman neighbor, Daichi Sawamura, who would help to watch over him when he could.
Going back to her parents wasn’t an option. When she had given them the news that Sakusa had left her alone only for her to discover that she was pregnant a week later, they had cut off contact with her. Her hands were tied, and she took the first high-paying job that she could.
Being an “exotic dancer” was something that Y/n would never advertise, but she had to admit that it paid amazingly. She was able to live in a relatively safe area, buy groceries every week, pay her rent, and send her son, Haru, to school everyday. She offered to pay Daichi every time that he had looked over Haru, but he always refused.
“Always a gentleman, Sawamura-San,” she teased him every time she went to pick up her son.
Daichi would blush, putting a hand on the back of his neck as he shrugged. “Please, we’re the same age. You can call me Daichi... Besides, I’ve been looking after him since he was young,” he said. “We’ve known each other for so long now. You guys are practically family.”
Y/n smiled up at him. “Well, thank you again, Daichi.”
Tonight was different though. Tonight was different because just before Y/n was about to get off stage and pack up to go home, a man with short, black hair and an anchor beard had requested a private dance with her.
From across the room, another man had been watching the two, watching as she led the bearded man into the backroom. He didn’t know what compelled him, but he follow them. He waited outside the room.
“What’s your name, handsome?” Y/n asked in a sultry voice as she pushed her client onto the couch.
“You don’t know?” He asked.
“Well, should I?” She questioned as she began swaying her hips in front of him. “I’ve never had you as a customer before.”
“Toshiro Heiwajima,” he answered. “You ever heard of the Schweiden Adlers?”
Y/n tensed up for a moment but tried to hide it as she continued to dance, slowly undoing the straps of her top. “Like the gang?” She asked. “Heard some talk here and there.”
“Well, I’m one of the lieutenants,” Toshiro said to her. “Got a nice, big bedroom in the crib, and a nice big bed too. It gets really lonely.” He reached over to tuck a few hundred dollar bills into the sides of her bottoms. “How ‘bout you come home with me so I have some company?”
“Sorry, cowboy, but I’m not available,” she sighed out as she continued to dance. “I can ask one of the other girls if they’d like to though. I know a couple who might want to.”
“But I want you to come home with me. If I wanted someone else to, then I’d ask them myself.”
“Sorry, still too busy,” she said. Then she turned her back to him for a split second, and he had wrapped her arms around her hips, causing her to yelp. “Hey!”
Toshiro put her hands on her hips, trying to push down her bottoms as she struggled against him. “I paid good money for this dance, and I gave you tips too,” he muttered against the skin of her neck before sucking on it. “I’m gonna get my money’s worth.”
Before Y/n could say anything else, the man that had been following her had burst into the room, firing a shot into the ceiling, causing Toshiro to let go of her. The mystery man quickly grabbed her and pulled her out through the back doors as everyone else inside screamed in panic and made their way through the front exit.
Once outside, the man gave Y/n his blazer so that she could cover up. “Are you okay?” He asked. His voice was deep and monotone, yet familiar.
Once Y/n was covered up, she looked up at the man who had just saved her, and she gasped. The man was tall. His dark hair held curls; two freckles sat above his eyebrow, and half of his face was covered by a black facemask. “Kiyoomi...?”
HI! Yes, I know it’s been a long time coming. I just got super caught up with school, exams, and all that. I almost failed my astronomy class, but here we are! I’m really excited to start this new series, and I really hope you guys will enjoy it. This plot is actually based on an old roleplaying plot that I wrote a long time ago.
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what i would give to be loved by Iwaizumi. I've heard a lot of people have protrayed him as mean or abusive, which is just... gross. Iwaizumi has a hard front. He's blunt and he bullies his best friend, but nobody can convince me that he wouldn't be the softest damn thing for his s/o. like, he's going to protect you like you're the most precious thing on earth (bc you are tbh). he's the type to tell you to dress slutty bc if someone even looks at you the wrong way, he's gonna throw his hands out, and then when you get home, he'll run you a bath, help you take off your makeup and wash your hair, and then once you're in bed his just hold you and make you feel so safe in his arms. Iwa comes off as mean and blunt and scary, but for you? he's the softest damn thing ever.
↠ warnings: Drugs, violence, gangs, weapons, crime, blood, death, assault, sexual assault, harassment, suggestive themes (prologue only), not proofread ↵
↠ RATING: PG-13 ↵
↠ summary: When Kiyoomi left Y/n, she felt broken, dead inside even. It came suddenly, out of nowhere. Sure, Sakusa had never been the most emotionally intelligent, and he’d never been so open with how he felt, but he still treated her the best way he could, and he loved her. At least, she thought he did. Shortly after the break up, Y/n finds out she’s pregnant, and when she tries to reach out to Sakusa, she finds that he’s dropped off the face of the earth. What happens when they find each other again, in the back of an alley, where Sakusa rescues her from a rival gang member? ↵
↠ over and out
↪ prologue (27 December 2021) ↵
↪ chapter one (23 January 2022) ↵
↪ chapter two (14 February 2022) ↵
↪ chapter three (30 April 2022) ↵
↠ extra content
↪ a spotify playlist with all the songs that i plan to list at the beginning of every chapter. if you have any suggestions that you think would fit the story, send them in my ask box. ↵
IMPORTANT: This series is on an INDEFINITE HIATUS. Due to the nature of the content of the series, Tumblr is blocking this from their tags. Until i find a solution, this series is on a hiatus.
↠ pairing: kotaro bokuto x f!reader x atsumu miya ↵
↠ genre: angst, drama, love triangle ↵
↠ warnings: public humiliation, second year atsumu is an asshole, bullying ↵
↠ summary: When Y/n decided to move to Tokyo with her father after being humiliated in her first year of secondary school, she never expected to fall for Kōtarō Bokuto, and when he decided to go pro for the MSBY Black Jackals, she sure as hell didn’t think she’d ever have to see Atsumu Miya ever again. ↵
↠ past mistakes
↪ prologue (20 July 2021) ↵
↪ chapter one (26 July 2021) ↵
↪ chapter two (10 August 2021) ↵
↪ chapter three (31 August 2021) ↵
↪ chapter four (06 September 2021) ↵
↪ chapter five (30 September 2021) ↵
↪ epilogue (09 October 2021) ↵
↠ extra content
↪ a Pinterest board for how I imagine MC’s fashion sense to be. The body types and skin tones are not the focus of the board, only the clothes. My MC’s are written without much, if any at all, physical description to be inclusive to all bodies and skin tones. ↵
↠ Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x F!Reader x Atsumu Miya ↵
↠ Summary: When Y/n decided to move to Tokyo with her father after being humiliated in her first year of secondary school, she never expected to fall for Kōtarō Bokuto, and when he decided to go pro for the MSBY Black Jackals, she sure as hell didn’t think she’d ever have to see Atsumu Miya ever again. ↵
↠ Genre: Angst, Drama, Love Triangle ↵
↠ Word Count: 4.1k ↵
↠ Warning(s): public humiliation, second year atsumu is an asshole, bullying (kinda but not really) ↵
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Y/n Masaki was unobtainable, or at least, that’s what everybody had thought of her. She had everything: the clothes, the hair, and the money. By her first year of secondary schooling, her father’s little business had really begun to take off, and it was a wonder to everyone why they had stayed on the countryside.
There was only one person who was able to capture the young woman, and many would argue that he was just as unobtainable as she was. Atsumu Miya only cared about two things: his brother and volleyball. Oftentimes, he was too focused on the sport to commit to a relationship. Yes, he would date girls here and there, but you couldn’t really call it a relationship. It was more so, a girl would be tripping at his feet while he ignored her for his beloved sport, and sometimes, they’d hookup, but that was all there was to it.
Atsumu was in his second year and Y/n in her first when they had met for the first time. Y/n had walked into the gym to talk to her classmate, Heisuke Riseki, about a project they had been assigned to together. As per usual, Atsumu had been arguing with his twin brother, and he decided to throw a volleyball at Osamu’s face. Osamu had managed to dodge the ball, and he was about to taunt Atsumu about it, but the gym when silent when they heard an unfamiliar cry.
“Masaki-san,” Heisuke exclaimed, running over to his classmate.
When Atsumu looked into direction of where the cry came from, his eyes went wide. The sight of Y/n Masaki holding her hand to her face with tears in her eyes was enough to send him running over, apologizing profusely. “I’m so sorry! I promise that ball wasn’t meant for you. I-”
His rambling was cut short by Y/n’s hand. “Don’t worry about it,” she sniffled out. Atsumu had thrown that ball really hard.
“Let’s go get you some ice,” Heisuke sighed. He glared at his upperclassman. “Watch where you’re throwing next time, Miya-san.”
Heisuke walked Y/n out of the gym to go get her some ice, as well as talk about their project, and practice continued as usual. Shinsuke Kita, the captain of the team, had scolded both Atsumu and Osamu by the end.
The next day, Atsumu had seen Y/n walking the halls of the school, and he desperately tried getting her attention, but she had chosen to ignore him, pretending not to hear or see him. She knew it was an accident, but she was still pretty upset about the whole ordeal. The ball had left a pretty big mark on her face. The chase went on for about a week straight.
“I don’t understand,” Atsumu whined. “All I wanna do is say that I’m sorry.”
Suna barely looked up from his phone. “It’s Y/n Masaki,” he spoke. “Just give up now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Atsumu asked.
“It means that she’s not going to talk to you. She’s stuck up like that,” Osamu explained. “Are you sure you even want to apologize? You already did that in the gym.”
“Yeah, but I still feel bad.”
Suna laughed at his friend. “I think you just can’t stand the fact that she’s the one girl that doesn’t care to pay any attention to you.”
“That’s not true,” Atsumu pouted. “If I really wanted to, I could get her.”
“Then do it,” Suna challenged. “I’ll pay you 2000 yen if you manage to take her out on a date, and you have to kiss her.”
“I want in on this too,” Osamu butted in. “Getting to see you get rejected is enough, but if money is involved, then I’m in. 2000 yen.”
Astumu scoffed. “Fine. How long do I have?”
“A month,” Suna answered.
Both of their eyes narrowed. “You’re on.”
Another week passed by and Y/n continued to ignore Atsumu’s efforts. Trutfully, she didn’t have anything against the fake blonde, but she also didn’t see why it would be necessary to talk to him. It’s not like they were friends, and they weren’t even in the same year, so what gives?
The girl finally thought that she had been able to shake him off, that he had given up until one day, she had looked up from her spot from the lunch table. Instead of her usual friend, Atsumu Miya was sitting across from her. She quirked an eyebrow up at him before leaning to the side to take a glance at his usual lunch table. There, she saw her friend. They had switched spots for the day in exchange for 500 yen.
Y/n sighed. “Is there something that I can help you with, Miya-san?”
Atsumu almost froze up. You idiot. Act aloof. “Oh, don’t be like that, Masaki-chan.” His signature smirk covered his face. “Don’t be so mean to your upperclassman. I just wanted to say sorry for what happened in the gym.”
The girl blinked at him. “You already said sorry.”
Damn, she’s really making this hard on my part. “W-Well, yeah, I know, b-but—” He got cut off by a chuckle. When Atsumu looked at Y/n, she was covering her mouth, trying to hold in her laughter. “Hey,” he whined as a blush took over his face. “What’s so funny?”
Y/n apologized, shaking her head. “I just never thought that I’d see the day that Atsumu Miya would get flustered over a girl.”
“I-I’m not flustered!” The fake blonde almost shouted.
“Sure, Miya-san, sure.”
Things became a lot easier from that point on. Y/n and Atsumu started to become friends. He would say hi to her in the hallways, invite her to his lunch table where she would meet Osamu and Suna, and he would even ask her to practices just so that he could walk her home. When Y/n showed up to a game for the first time, Atsumu had played his best in hopes to impress the girl.
He walked her home that night too.
The bet ends tomorrow. He thought to himself as the two walked in comfortable silence. All that could be heard was the chirping of crickets and the shuffling of their feet. It was just the two of them...
But it wasn’t really, and Atsumu knew that. He knew that from a distance, there were two pairs of eyes watching him...
Once Y/n and Atsumu had reached her door, they began to say their goodbyes.
“You did really well tonight,” Y/n complimented. “You’re definitely gonna go pro one day.”
Atsumu felt his face get warm. He was glad that it was dark out, or else, she would see right through him. “Ya really think so?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I believe in you.”
The boy’s heart began to beat faster and faster with every word she spoke. Atsumu had a lot of support from his friends and families, but for a reason he couldn’t figure out, it meant so much coming from Y/n. “Cool.”
Y/n giggled at him. “You’re cute, Atsumu. Thanks for walking me home.” She gave him a small bow. “Goodnight.”
She turned to walk into her home, but she was quickly stopped by Atsumu’s strong hand grabbing onto her wrist. Quickly, he spun her around. “Wait...”
With wide eyes, she looked up at him. “What is it?” There was a bit of silence. “Miya-san.”
“Atsumu.”
“I’m sorry?”
“I want ya to call me Atsumu... or ‘Tsumu,” he clarified. “I don’t like that yer always so formal with me... It feels weird; we’re friends, aren’t we?”
“Alright, then,” she said. “I’ll call you ‘Tsumu.” With a small smile, she went to turn around again, but his grip tightened. ““Tsumu, is everything okay?”
There was an indescribable feeling in Atsumu’s chest–a cross between want and guilt. “I like ya,” he confessed. “I don’t just wanna be your friend.”
Y/n’s eyes widen in surprise, but she relaxed once she had processed everything that Atsumu said. “Oh.” Her voice was small. “I... I like you too, Atsumu.”
He let out a sigh of relief. “Thank, God!” He almost shouted. “I thought you were gonna reject me.” He felt his heart swell when he heard her giggle in response. His eyes focused completely on her face before trailing down to look at her lips. “Can I kiss you?” He whispered.
After receiving a nod, Atsumu leaned in and gave her a soft kiss. “Let me take you out,” he pleaded once he pulled away. “I don’t have practice tomorrow. I can pick you up at noon; we can go get coffee or something.”
Y/n felt like she couldn’t be happier. Truthfully, she never thought that she’d ever say yet to Atsumu Miya. He had a reputation for being a player who didn’t care about anything but volleyball, but he had always seemed to make time for her, even before they were together. In her mind, they were perfect for each other. They had balanced each other out. Where Atsumu was hot headed and energetic, Y/n was able to keep her cool and calm him down. He was extremely extroverted, and while Y/n was still an extrovert, she was still a bit closed off and reserved. Y/n Masaki loved Astumu Miya with all of her heart, and she wasn’t afraid to show it.
Y/n practically skipped over to the gym, ready for her daily walk home with Atsumu. Her home was in the opposite direction of Atsumu’s, yet he never seemed to mind.
“Ya shouldn’t walk home so late at night. There’s creeps out here,” he told her. “Just wanna make sure you get home safe is all.”
These walks were something that Y/n had treasured. She loved the feeling of being protected.
She walked into the gym when she heard her boyfriend yelling. Normally, she would think nothing of it. It was common for the twins to fight. She was ready to announce her arrival but stopped when she heard Atsumu yell the words, “Ya better not tell her, ‘Samu. I’ll give ya yer money back. Just don’t tell her.”
“Chill out,” Osamu said with a roll of his eyes. “I’m not gonna tell her.”
“I’m surprised you’ve lasted this long,” Suna commented. “You could have ended everything the night that you kissed her. You didn’t need to drag it out this far.”
“Yeah, you’re not getting anymore money out of us just because you’ve managed to play her for this long,” Osamu added.
“Shut up—” Atsumu began, but he shut his mouth when he heard a soft sob.
It was just like the day they had met... The twins were fighting, and Atsumu had managed to make first year student, Y/n Masaki, cry, but this time, it was much worse because when Atsumu had looked in the direction the cry came from, he didn’t just see a hurt first year. No, this time, it was his girlfriend.
Tears dripped down Y/n’s face as she looked at the three boys with wide eyes. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. More importantly, she couldn’t believe that she had trusted Atsumu Miya.
Her eyes shifted from Atsumu to Osamu and Suna.
I thought they were my friends too.
“Y-Y/n,” Atsumu stammered out.
Her gaze shifted back to her boyfriend. All she could do was shake her head at him.
“Hey,” Osamu started. His ears felt hot as his stomach began to turn. He liked Y/n. She was a good friend, and she treated his brother well. This wasn’t what he wanted.
“I...” She was at lost for words. Atsumu had began walking towards her, trying to keep her from leaving, but she took off, sprinting to her home. She could hear the three boys call out for her, but she didn’t bother to listen. All she wanted to do was hide.
How could they?
That night, Y/n locked herself away in her bedroom, her father softly knocking on the door every once in a while. He was worried for the well-being of his only child, but ultimately, he had to give her space.
She had to turn her phone onto “do not disturb” mode after Atsumu had decided to blow up her phone.
Y/n
Please let me explain everything.
I promise I wasn’t just using you for a bet.
Well, at first I was, but the feelings I have for you are real.
Call me, please.
Answer your phone. Please don’t let this be the end of us.
I’ll do anything you want me to, just please hear me out.
I love you. I promise that I love you. I would do anything for you.
I’ll even quit volleyball for you if that what it takes. I just don’t want to lose you. You’re the only one who gets me.
‘Samu is making extra onigiri for you for lunch tomorrow, so don’t pack much tomorrow, okay?
Goodnight. I love you.
I’m so sorry.
Eventually, Y/n had turned off her phone, as Osamu and Suna decided that it was their turn to bother her. Instead of text messages, however, they had settled for phone calls.
The girl didn’t know what to feel. She wanted to be angry, but she just couldn’t. It was all taken over by heartbreak and humiliation. I really loved him.
The next day at school, Y/n was back to ignoring all of Atsumu’s advances. When it came around to lunch time, she went back to her normal table—the one she sat at before making the switch to sitting with Atsumu and his friends. She did everything for him.
Sheepishly, Atsumu walked over to Y/n’s friend, 500 yen ready in his hand, but he was only met with a glare.
“Get the hell out of here, Miya,” the friend spat.
Atsumu was dejected, his shoulders slumping forward as his head hung down in shame. “Okay,” he said before putting his hand out. In it was a lunchbox, presumably filled with onigiri. “But at least take these, Y/n... Masaki-san.” it felt weird calling her by her last name. He had gotten to used to being close with her. “’Samu made them for you as an apology. I tried to help him, but all of mine were really bad and had to be thrown out.” After feeling the weight of the lunch box leave his hand, he bowed. “I’m sorry, Masaki-san. I never wanted to hurt you.” He then walked away.
Everything felt off for the rest of the school year. Atsumu’s fangirls called Y/n an idiot for not taking him back, and everybody else saw Atsumu as nothing but a heartbreaker, only valued for his volleyball skills and nothing else. Osamu and Suna had it a bit easier, but they weren’t free of any criticism either.
The summer following that school year, Atsumu had walked to Y/n’s home, flowers in his hands. He had to try one last time. However, he was hit with confusion when the name plate was no longer outside of the house. He had taken a peek through one of the windows to find it completely empty.
“Excuse me,” he called out to one of the neighbors. “Do you know what happened to the family who lived here?”
“Oh, you didn’t hear?” The neighbor asked. “Masaki-san got a really good business offer, and they made the move to Tokyo.” They glanced at the flowers in Atsumu’s hands. “Were you a friend of Masaki-san’s daughter?”
Atsumu swore he felt his heart shatter, and he thought it had already been completely destroyed. “Yeah,” he answered. “But it doesn’t matter. Thank you; have a good day.”
He began his walk home with tears welling up in his eyes. He refused to let them fall until he got home and was able to shove his face into his pillow. Osamu sat in his bed, across from Atsumu’s, and all he could do was listen to his brother sob his heart out as his chest filled with regret. I never should have made that damn bet.
While Atsumu threw himself into volleyball with hope in his heart that Y/n would come back to him one day, she spent her summer trying to forget him. She studied hard to get herself into Fukurodani Academy, and she did it, not that it was any surprise to her father.
“You’ve always been such a smart, hardworking child. You probably didn’t even need to study all summer,” he insisted. “You could have been having fun.”
“I’m new to Tokyo dad,” she reminded him each time. “I don’t have any friends here.”
“Well, Fall will be here before you know it. I’m sure you’ll make lots of friends.”
Y/n thought that her father was some sort of master manifester after that because he was right. She had made some of the best friends that she could have ever asked for.
She met Keiji Akaashi and Kotaro Bokuto on the first day of school. It was the end of the day, and Y/n was getting ready to walk to the train station when she was suddenly knocked down, her books scattering everywhere.
“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi chastised. “I told you to look out.”
Once Bokuto came back his senses, he profusely apologized to the girl in front of him. “I’m sorry. I just really wanted to get to the gym.” His cheeks began to turn a light shade of red as he made eye contact with her. “I...I...”
Akaashi rolled his eyes at his friend. “Bokuto-san,” he sighed before walking over to Y/n. He began to help her gather her things. “Sorry about him.”
“It’s okay,” she said quietly. Once her things were gathered, Akaashi helped her to her feet. “Well, thanks.”
After the girl had walked off, all Bokuto could say was, “Pretty.”
Akaashi simply grabbed his friend, ready to drag him to practice.
The next day, Akaashi had spotted Y/n in one of his classes. With both of them being in the same class and year, it didn’t surprise him. He had taken the seat next to her.
“Hey,” he greeted. “Sorry about my friend yesterday. He’s a bit of a moron,” he chuckled.
“It’s not problem, really. It was an accident; it happens,” Y/n dismissed. “I’m Masaki.”
“Akaashi.”
The two had become friends after that, sitting next to each other in class, studying together when they could, and just overall spending time together. The two had lots in common, and Akaashi thought it was nice to have a friend who was just as level headed as he was.
When Y/n walked into class, huffing as he sat down in her seat, Akaashi became concerned. “What happened?”
“I’ve been advised to join a club,” She answered. “And that wouldn’t be an issue if all the clubs I’m actually interested in weren’t full.”
“Why not join the boy’s volleyball club?” Akaashi suggested. “We need a manager. Our current one is about to graduate.”
Y/n frowned. “I don’t know,” she told him. “Volleyball isn’t really my thing.”
“It’s not like you’d be playing,” Akaashi said. “You’d just be cleaning up, taking care of our uniforms from time to time, and helping the coach.” Y/n only continued to frown. “At least think about it, alright? I’ll be there with you, and the team is friendly.”
Y/n did think it over for a few days. “I really don’t have any other choice,” she whispered to herself one night, and the next day, she had met up with the current manager to work on the transition from one manager to the next.
Y/n was glad that Akaashi had made the suggestion. At first, she had been anxious given her past with a certain volleyball player, but the Fukuroani Boy’s Volleyball club had welcomed her with wide smiles and open arms, and after a couple of weeks, she had begun to do the same.
However, there was one person that she had found herself opening up to more than anyone else on the team. That person was the same one who knocked her on her ass the first day of school.
Maybe it was the fact that he was constantly flustered around her, or maybe it was the fact that he had always managed to be so energetic and uplifting (aside from when he went into emo mode), but there was something so special about Kotaro Bokuto. Y/n didn’t know why she cheered for him more than she did for anyone else on the team; she didn’t know why she was so adamant in her own head about giving the wing spiker his towel and water bottle before anyone else; she didn’t know why her heart swelled every time he smiled. All she knew was that he was special to her, and she wanted to be special to him.
After most games, Y/n, Akaashi, and Bokuto always walked home together, the two boys wanting to make sure that she would get home safe, especially since she had to ride the train at night, but one night, Akaashi had insisted that she and Bokuto leave without him. He had some sort of business to tend to, but he wouldn’t say what.
Bokuto had been quiet that night, remaining close to Y/n. Usually, he’d be talking non-stop about how strong of a player he was, but there was something off about him, up until the two were outside of the girl’s home.
“Thank you for walking me home, Bokuto-san,” she said. “I’ll see you Monday.” When she went to turn away to walk into her house, she felt Bokuto grab onto her hand. His grip was tight, yet gentle at the same time.
“I like you, Masaki,” he suddenly confessed. “A lot.” His face was red, and his eyes refused to meet hers. “If you don’t feel the same, I understand, but I needed to tell you.”
The situation felt so familiar, yet so different. Y/n couldn’t help but think of him.
Bokuto was sweet; he really was, and Y/n didnt think that he could hurt her even if he tried, but...
“Bokuto, I like you too.” She felt her heartbreak when he finally looked at her, hope and relief in his eyes. “But...” I’m scared that you could be just like him. “You graduate this year.”
Bokuto’s face fell. “Oh.” He said. His hand let go of Y/n’s, and he stepped back from her. “It’s okay. I get it.” He could feel his hair falling. “Well, I’ll see you on Monday. We can just forget that this happened; don’t worry.”
Bokuto had fully expected to walk away, ready to pout on his walk home. Instead, he felt something pull him back, a soft hand gripping onto his index finger. “Hm?”
“But if... if we’re still in contact, and if you still have feelings for me after I graduate, I’d love to give this a shot,” Y/n said.
Bokuto felt his hair spike up as a smile took over his face. He nodded excitedly.
And so Bokuto graduated and went off to university, choosing to stay in Tokyo so that he could come back to both Akaashi and Y/n when he had the time. He even had made time to see them graduate, and soon enough, the three of them were going to university together.
Bokuto had been scouted for volleyball while Akaashi had become a literature major. Y/n had decided to photography and sports management. The first passion, she had found in her third year of secondary school. Being a manager for the boy’s volleyball club had helped her find the second.
As Y/n had said back in high school, she and Bokuto had taken a chance at a relationship halfway through her first semester at university, and she was glad that she did. Bokuto treated her better than she could have ever asked for. He was supportive, loving, and all around sweet, and she was the same towards him. Every once in a while, she’d show up to his games, and she was always there for him if they ever lost.
Bokuto worked hard to get scouted by the MSBY Black Jackals while Y/n worked hard to graduate early, wanting to start her life with Bokuto as soon as she could, and they both did it. After they both had graduated, they had moved into an apartment together.
The only thing left was for Bokuto to get ready for the season, training hard each and every single day, while Y/n had gone out job hunting. She managed to land a job working for one of the biggest sports magazines in all of Japan. Bokuto couldn’t have been more proud of his girlfriend.
“I can’t believe we made it this far,” Bokuto sighed as he laid in bed one night. “I’m so proud of us.”
Y/n hummed in agreement. “It’s only up from here, Ko.”
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honestly just thinking about fireman!daichi who constantly keeps you up whenever he suddenly is on call, but once he finally comes home to you, it’s the best feeling in the world. it’s tough being married to someone who works in such a dangerous force, and you know that he would do anything to make sure his team and the families he’s saving make it out alive, even if it means that he might have to put his own at risk. that’s just him. what can i say? he’s got a heart of gold. anyways, he comes home, looking a little worn and tired, but that’s how you both know that he did well. his buddies insisted that he slept at the station that night, told him it was too dangerous to drive home, but all he could say to them was “gotta get back to my girl.” and he does. he always does. he comes back home to you, and he sees you on the couch, watching some stupid show on netflix, and he immediately scoops you up in to his arms, carrying you into bed. he spends the rest of the night inside of you, letting you know he’s really there. he’s really home.
