haven't had any time to write anything for return to sender lately, so here's the opening paragraphs from my scrapped sakuatsu fic!
Kiyoomi was so, very, irrevocably, screwed.
Being on the MSBY Black Jackals meant being surrounded by obnoxious, extroverted, gaudy, and downright horrendous teammates. If Kiyoomi could go back in time to 2 years ago, he would ask – nay, beg – his past self to sign a contract with the Adlers instead. He often had maladaptive daydreams (Some would say hallucinations, but he digresses) of playing with the level-headed and civilized Ushijima. He would even settle for Kageyama, even if there were rumors of his… less than adequate social skills. But who was he to judge, anyways?
But no, being surrounded by the Bokutos, and Hinatas, and Inunakis of the world twenty-four-seven wasn’t the problem. The problem was that he was starting to grow fond of the worst of them all. The wretched, dreadful, horrendous, downright repulsive Atsumu Miya.
He had come to this consensus (Conclusion? Verdict? He wasn’t sure what to refer to it as) after much thought and tribulation, i.e., laying in his bed under his covers listening to his favorite white girl music and calling his cousin, Motoya, in 20 minute intervals. In his afternoon spent panicking, he had successfully tracked the change across 5 phases. WIth this, he could just work backward until he found the root of the problem, and just extract it. Kiyoomi had gone to university for a reason. In his very insightful 4 years spent post-high-school-graduation, he had learned that every problem has a solution, and the solution is always to do something about it yourself.
The 5 phases, he had determined, were as listed:
The only thing to do now, was to track down how this started and rid of the parasitic affection he had suddenly garnered towards Miya.
- a/n , i might finish this, who knows? i really like the idea, but i couldn't find a good way for it to flow last time i worked on it.