the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞
pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader
warning/s; none
word count; 815
summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.
a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!
“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.
the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.
“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.
“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.
hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”
that was easier said than done.
you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.
but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.
it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.
it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.
“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”
he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”
“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.
“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.
you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”
“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”
and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.
these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.
‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’
‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’
‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’
‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’
apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.
you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.
“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”
the silence seemed to stretch on forever.
his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.
but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”
what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.
no arms could ever hold you || nanami kento, gojo satoru, itadori yuuji & inumaki toge
☆༉ warnings: just fluff, lowercase intended
☆༉ summary: cuddles with jjk men
☆༉ note: repost from my old blog, my fave cos this had inumaki in this one <3
nanami kento
it's rare. getting a chance to feel his warm arms wrapped around you, his breath fanning in your ears. it's rare and it's rushed, because as soon as he initiates the act, an unknown element will always hinder both of your romantic activities. let it be Gojo or his work, something will always drag him and it'll take a long time before you get a chance to cuddle him again. but even if it's just a few minutes, you make it last, tattooed in your mind how it feels to be wrapped around Nanami's embrace. how it feels to be loved and cared by someone like him.
gojo satoru
unexpected, Gojo makes it his goal to surprise you with hugs at any given time. be it while you were out there exorcising cursed spirits, training your students, shopping, or even training with him. It's unexpected yet always welcome. the more time you spend with him, the more you realize that you love how unexpected his cuddles are. even if you almost had a heart attack from his surprises, it's what you always waited for the whole day, it's what makes you smile every day.
yuuji itadori
cuddling with Yuji is an adventure in itself. trying to find a comfortable place, and spending almost half an hour arguing about who'll be the big or small spoon. it always leads to you and him exchanging positions every hour. sometimes you'll end up with his hair covering the entirety of your face while his hands are interlaced with yours, or his chin is propped up on the top of your head, as you lay silent on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as you both drift to sleep.
inumaki toge
cuddling with toge is a daily occurrence. his arms wrapped around your waist, as his chin rests on your shoulder, a predatorial look on his face when one of the first years asks you to help them. he gets jealous whenever they whisk you away. he hates it when you're gone, hates it when you're busy. he loves the feeling of you in his embrace, how you scoot your face closer to him when you both sleep at night. so for them to drag you away is a sign of war, and he's not going to lose, it's a battle he'll go all out with. so it always leads to him clinging to you like a koala, refusing to let go of you for the whole day.
⁰⁰¹.pairings: various x fem!reader | ft. bakugou, todoroki, shinsou
⁰⁰².warnings: none !!
⁰⁰³.genre: fluff, crack + sfw !!
⁰⁰⁴.notes: hello hello !! should i do this on jjk too?? 🤔
⁰⁰⁵.other links: navigation ; gen.masterlist ; bnha.masterlist ; taglist form
𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐆𝐎𝐔
— if bakugou be seeing his kid, he would NOT believe in it. He has a dream to become number one! Why would he settle down and have a kid in the first place?! The little boy looked him dead in the eyes and said, "you look ugly."
His friends laughed out loud at him and asked who was the mother of the kid bakugou. The kid didn't answer and ignored the question. Because he saw you passing by the hallways and hugged you. You were surprised to see the kid hugging your waist.
"Uhh, kid? I think you've mistaken me.."
Bakugou and the rest saw you, and had their jaws wide open, except him. No no, it can't be you.
"Mama, why does dada look so ugly?" he pointed out bakugou. You laughed, "kid, I think you banged your head or something," you patted his little head. You crouched down and asked, "what's your daddy and mommy looked like?"
Bakugou's ear perked up and listened to the kid's answer, "mama was a good teacher and dada was this big scary guy who blasts bad guys to the sky! and! and! i-i wanna be like that too!" The kid said with full energy with the corner of his eyes, started to tear up.
Kirishima and the others stared bawling their eyes out from the cuteness of the kid's answer. Kirishima started clapping, "what a *sniff* manly kid"
The kid began to disappear like a cloud of dust and was gone for ten seconds, probably returned to his original world and home. The bell rang, signaling everyone to go back to their respected classes.
You were about to go back to your calss when bakugou stepped ou and said, "i'll walk you to class."
𝐓𝐎𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐊𝐈
— he sees the kid in the heights alliance, which was weird. Who lets their child be lost in this ginormous building? He approached the girl and asked, "are you lost? Does your parents know that you're here?"
The little girl shook her head in disagreement, "i-i just woke up and i was here, i don't know why i'm here because that i- d-daddy will get angry if i got lost..." she cried. Poor little girl.
He offered his hand to her and said, "i'll help you find you parents."
The little girl held his hand gently and giggled, "your hand is cold. Are you sick?" She asked. Todoroki shook his head and replied, "it's because of my quirk," he showed both of his quirks simultaneously, revealing ice on the left and fire on the left.
The little girl's eyes began to widen her smile widened as he sees todoroki power that reminds her of her daddy. "y-you have the same powers as my daddy!" She excitingly said.
Todoroki raised his eyebrows in confusion, "may i ask on what's you daddy's name?" He asked.
"Oh! My daddy's name is Todoroki Shouto," she replied. A good idea popped on his mind, if this was his daughter then, who was the mother? "May i also know who is your mother?" He asked once again.
"My mommy's name is Todoroki y/n. But daddy always calls her darling. Ewww," she formed bith of her index fingers with a 'x' sign and sticks out her tongue.
Oh.
Out of all people, it has to be you. And he likes the idea of it.
𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐔
— the funny bit was that shinsou's eye widened as he sees the kid who has the same face as him. He looked at the kid once again, to see he was not dreaming just simply too sleepy that he was seeing someone.
"Come on dad, don't look at me like that- you're even more creepy," she said. He blinked a couple of times and looked away, "sorry," he apologized. The little girl pointed at him, "I didn't know why mom married you anyway. You always looked sleepy."
He felt like an iron block fell on his head when he's supposed to be daughter roasted him. "Is that how you speak to everyone?" He asked the girl.
"—shinsou! kuro was stick in the tree again!"
The little girl smiled widely with her eyes blaming with happiness, she ran off to the voice where it came from. Shinsou heard your yelling voice so he ran off in your direction. Both of them reached to you to see you panic. Because the cat was on the tree.
Shinsou look above and let kut a small sigh.
"How did he even get there?"
"Well, bakugou earlier tried to go near to Kuro and yeah, he jumped off and rushed out to the tree, and now I can't do that because I can't climb— oh, who's this little girl?" You bend your knees to see the girl.
"Mama!" She exclaimed. Both you and shinsou blushed at the little girl's word. Shinsou blushed more because now he knew the mother of his child. Whoever thought of him and you, having a kid together?
Many would think that he is a man who flirts here and there. Perhaps a playboy who would take his chances to anyone who gaze their way. Though, he is none of those things. Not even close. Everyone close to him very much knows how he’s only been to a few (awful) dates and not even once tried to flirt randomly in a bar. However, the one thing that they don’t know is how Miya Atsumu is in love.
Yes…in love…with you.
When he is around you, he is as quiet as the wind that surrounds him. His confidence becomes a puddle, and he is a tomato if you get anywhere close to him. He is at a loss of words as he finds himself being in the same room with you. It also becomes worse when he is alone with you. This is the reason why he tries his best not to be alone for too long with you. Though, the fact that his twin brother leaving the apartment without telling him before he arrives just literally put him in a pit hole.
Basically, Atsumu first met you when his twin brother invited him to the new apartment he is living in. Osamu is a close friend of yours that Atsumu hasn't met because of the busy volleyball training and tournaments. When Osamu is currently in need of a temporary place to stay while his own apartment is under construction, you offered him a room in your apartment. Hence, here we are now to the state of Atsumu, almost managing to see you more frequently if he wants to.
Though, Atsumu always makes sure that Osamu is there when he comes to visit. He has no idea what kind of foolishness he’ll do if he is left alone with you. However, it seems Osamu forgot that memo at all. So, here is Atsumu standing in front of the open door with you smiling at him.
“Oh, hey, Atsumu. Osamu is not here yet, but I think he’ll be here in around five. Come in,” you said with a smile.
Atsumu took a matter of five seconds to comprehend that you are only a few steps away from you. He basks in your plush figure and your sweet expression before he blinks and tries his best to smile.
“Oh..okay,” he muttered.
You then turn to walk away. Atsumu follows in.
“Do you want something to drink or eat?” You said as you headed to the open kitchen.
“Uh..um..I-uh..yeah…I’m good,” Atsumu winces as his lame answer.
Atsumu heads to the living room and sits on the couch. You walk around the island table and walk to Atsumu. “Your brother made me some onigiri. Perhaps, you want some?” you asked, oblivious to Atsumu’s failed attempt to try to be as calm as possible. You tilt your head to catch his gaze. Atsumu clenches his fists under the pillow he immediately grabbed and turns to you with a (weird) smile on his face.
“I’m good, no worries,” Atsumu managed to say.
“Alright,” you replied. “I’ll just be by the kitchen. If you need anything, ask away,” you said. He nods immediately and you take that as a queue to the open kitchen.
The most awful ten seconds of silence settles in the room. He is sure he’s been to more than that time of silence before and it was bearable. However, the ten seconds of silence felt like it was dragging on and suffocating him. He needs to actually breathe.
Some people may or may not understand why he is being like this. The first time he saw you, he was sure that you were a sweet angel sent by the heavens. Though, it was never at that time when he started liking you. Yes, he found himself undeniably attracted to you, but it was the little bits of pieces he knew about you that he then is sure that he has fallen for you. He knows you are strong-willed. Being a film director and scriptwriter, he has seen you all-serious and strong as you go through those stressful days (as he hears you complaining to Osamu). He knows you are a kind-hearted person. You always seem to make sure that you have quality time with everyone you care and make sure to be there for them no matter what (as he saw when Osamu is doing a anniversary celebration of the restaurant and you come still to the party regardless of just being in a one week hectic shoot…and also managed to buy a gift). He knows so much about you and bit by bit he just finds himself in love with you.
It was like a punch to the heart when he realized this suddenly one morning after having a sweet intimate dream (where you and him are kissing).
“Do you mind if I play some music?” you cut him out from his thoughts.
He turns to look at you who is standing behind the counter. “Yeah, of course,” he said.
You smile and open your phone to play music. Not for long, jazz music plays from your phone.
You like jazz music. He thought and smiled to himself.
The next short silence is much more bearable because of the relaxing music. Atsumu then takes this time to lean back on the couch and grab his phone to make sure he isn’t just there staring out of nowhere. He then scrolls through his instagram and just looks at random photos. Though, it doesn’t take long before he stops on one photo. A photo of you on a location set. It was a set for a film you directed a year ago. In the photo, you were talking to the actors and actresses. The next photo shows you looking at a monitor. He’s always been at awe with how you are so passionate with your work just like how he is with volleyball. It’s one of the similarities he thought you two have. IF you two started dating, he would be the most considerate boyfriend you’ll ever have. You won’t hear a complaint if you are in a long month of shooting (just make sure to call him every night).
It’s rather weird that he then just finds himself grinning like a teenager in love at the thought of being in a relationship with you.
He then takes this time to turn to look at you. You’re still behind the island table, but you are busy reading through papers which he assumed is a script to a possible next film. You are too focused to even know how his eyes soften at the sight of you. On one hand you have a pen you are lightly tapping on the table and another hand grabbing an onigiri and taking a bite. It’s a simple sight, but little do you know, the man in the room is just completely head over heels with you.
He wraps his arms around your waist as he presses his front to your back. You only give him a soft sweet smile, but your eyes remain on the script you are reading. He then softly kisses your bare neck and shoulder. His hands landing on your waist and drawing circles on it with his thumb.
“Hi, baby,” he muttered in a low-tone.
“Just five more minutes, ‘tsumu. I’ll be with you in the bedroom,” you reach his cheek with your hand and caress it with your thumb.
“Okay. I’ll wait for you for five minutes,” He said as he continued kissing you on the neck. His hands continue drawing circles on your hips. After what seems to be five minutes, you turn to him and give him a playful smirk. Your hands slowly travel from his abdomen up to his chest.
"So…what do you have in mind, darling?" You said with a smirk.
He blinks at the unexpected daydream. He can feel his cheeks reddening at the idea. He can't be thinking about that now. You might find him a pervert or a creep.
His eyes blinks once more when you move from behind the counter and to the other hand as you face a magnet board hanging on a wall. Your back is leaning against the counter as you read through the index cards pinned on the board.
You are in your own world of working through some scenes in the script you wrote. Your face is all serious and practically a kind of boss-like expression as Atsumu describes. You are more than just attractive. Everything about you is just perfect for Atsumu. He can't help being at the mercy of simply feeling hot at the sight of you.
"SHIT!" His thoughts are cut off. He doesn't even realize that you went to the sink. The knob on the sink just suddenly goes off. A fountain of water comes off from the broken faucet which then had you try to cover it.
Atsumu immediately stands up and walks over to the kitchen. He is focused on trying to find something to cover where the water is coming from. He turns and grabs a towel to plug the broken faucet. Then he opens the cabinet under it to find the knob to turn off the water pressure. As the water turns off, you finally breathe.
Atsumu stands up and he looks at you. "Are you alright?" He asked.
"Uh…yeah," you look down on your shirt drenched in water. Though, you notice Atsumu's wet shirt.
"You're all wet," you take a step forward as you grab a towel. However, you didn't notice the puddle of water on the floor. Without a second, you suddenly lose balance and slip up. Atsumu's reflex is not as quick as he thought it would be. He lunges forward trying to grab you by the waist. However, you seem to have grabbed him by the arm and pulled him with you.
Thud.
Silence.
Everything seems to stop moving at all for Atsumu's case. Can you blame the man when he finds himself on top of you and his lips touching yours? When you two realized the situation, you two were both wide eyed.
"Did I just miss something?" In all of the times Osamu could have appeared, he decided to arrive at this time.
Atsumu immediately pulls away and kneels down beside you. "I'm so sorry! I…it was an accident!" His face is all red and he honestly could just melt like a puddle. Though, a part of him still feels the lingering touch of your lips against his…and your plush body against his.
Get a grip. He told himself.
You then sit upright without saying a word. "It's um…it's fine," you said in a muttering voice which only makes him feel much guiltier than he already is.
Silence sinks in for a moment. Though, the thing is, Osamu knows both of your situations (with his brother crushing hard for you and you crushing on Atsumu). He therefore breaks the silence.
"You know what can fix this awkward situation?" Osamu simply sighs and crosses his arms. You and Atsumu turn to him innocently.
"Is if the two just damn confess and go on some cheesy date," Osamu said and left the kitchen.
None of you talk for a while. Though, Atsumu thought that Osamu was right. There is no more use putting himself in awkward situations. He just had to make it official.
"Um…y/n, I-" he is cut off with your lips planting softly on his cheek. A sweet kiss that sure coloured his already reddened cheeks. He slowly turns to you who's avoiding his gaze.
"There's…a new coffee shop nearby that I really like. Perhaps, do you want to have a cup of coffee with me?" You said. You can't believe you're doing it. You're actually asking someone you like out. This is not a normal occurrence for you. You just tend to think that you have no chance at all; however when she hears what Osamu said, her courage is boosted up. Though, the moment those words slip from your lips, you can't seem to look at him.
However, his hand is suddenly on your cheek and he makes you face him. His face is all red and he smiles. Before you know it, he is kissing you on the lips.
It seems Atsumu doesn't want to let go of the kiss, but he still pulls away a bit and says "I would love to" before going back to kissing you again.
It only took a sigh and a groan from Osamu to finally stop the two of you from the almost make-out session.
"Get a room," Osamu groans.
"Oh sure we will," Atsumu smirks, which only brings you to a blush.
7:21pm - timeskip!Kenma x f!reader; fluff, friends to lovers, 0.8k
You scrunch your nose and twist your lips, staring at Kenma’s monitor. There are nine minutes left on the opening countdown to his stream, the one you edited for him.
“You can’t be serious right now,” you tell him.
He ignores you. He’s on his phone sharing the stream’s link to his other social media platforms. You sigh, shift some granola bar wrappers lying on his desk and place the bowl of rice porridge in front of him.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this right now.”
“It’ll be fine,” he replies. His voice is hoarse and scratchy when it leaves his throat, causing you to wince as if you’re the one in pain.
“You can barely even talk right now.”
You aren’t supposed to be here right now. Typically you’d be at home on your own desktop, moderating his stream. Kuroo told you Kenma was sick so you assumed the stream would’ve been canceled.
“Tell your followers you can’t do it.”
You know why he’s doing it. It’s the last day the character he uses gets a boost in his attack and he wants to show what he could do with his newly enhanced weapon.
He picks up the spoon and eats some of your porridge. “I don’t need to talk,” he says, coughing right after. “The stream will be fine even if–” He coughs three additional times.
“Kenma, stop talking,” you say. “You’re making it worse.”
He switches to a different window to check if the stream is performing well. All of the settings look fine.
“You know it’s going to be weird to have a silent stream.” Over the years of him being a regular streamer, Kenma got a better response when he chatted with his followers and revealed his face. Kuroo encouraged him to try it.
Kenma opens a text editor and types his response to you.
You can talk for me.
You twist your lips, knowing how people act on streams. People love speculating about others’ personal lives.
“They’re going to ask if we’re dating.”
That’s fine.
“Wouldn’t that bother you?”
Not really.
You ignore the fluttering feeling in your stomach. There are five minutes left before Kenma's stream goes live. You sigh and plug in the second set of headphones into his computer. He scoots a bit to the left, but you tell him you don't want to be on camera.
He pulls out a stool anyway and places it beside him. You groan, sit next to him, and adjust the camera for both of you to be in the frame.
One minute left and you rehearse Kenma's intro in your head, the one you've heard many times on his streams.
"They're going to ask if I'm your girlfriend," you complain. "I just know it."
You can say yes if it makes it easier.
“Why would that be easier?”
It’s easier for me.
If you were my girlfriend.
Your eyes grow wide at him, you're halfway to putting on your headphones. Does he know you like him? Why would he say that?
Kenma purses his lips and turns away from you, but you can see the tips of his ears peeking out of his tied hair. They're red.
There are three seconds left.
"Kenma, do you like–”
The stream starts and the words you've rehearsed disappear from your mind. You're a deer in headlights, seeing your face live on the stream.
Yeah, I do.
The chat begins to converse with each other before realizing there’s a new face on the stream.
You groan before turning to the camera. Why would he say that now? Your palms are sweaty, your body is turned up to the highest degree possible, all while you're trying to remember those lines you've heard a hundred times over.
"Welcome to Kodzuken's stream. As always, there are three rules during streams. Number one: Be respectful to the mods. They will time you out..."
As you continue explaining the rules, the chat starts asking questions from the corner of your eye. Out of habit, you start muting people spamming the chat, resisting the urge to block everyone asking about your relationship.
An announcement pops up in your ears. Someone has donated a generous amount to his channel with the comment asking you the question you didn't want to answer right now.
"Are you Kodzuken's girlfriend?"
Of course they’d insist on asking. You can't run away from this now. It's easy ignoring the chat, but after the computer-generated voice sounds in both of your ears, Kenma glances at you as he fidgets with his controller.
You bite your lip. You really hate him right now.
"Yes, I'm his girlfriend."
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ushijima, tsukishima, oikawa, yamaguchi, ukai jr x gn!reader;
platonic and/or romantic fluff; 0.3k; no warnings; jjk version
a/n; hope y'all enjoy it!
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USHIJIMA would catch you, of course—he's a gentleman, through and through. However, you would probably have to spend quite some time explaining to him what was happening. He'd cock his head and look at you like a confused puppy, still trying to figure out why you had fallen into his arms. (Unless Tendou's already done it with him, of course)
TSUKISHIMA would walk away 💀I think that one of the other first years (or even Sugawara, really), would have subjected him to doing it with them before and he's too salty to do it again. Of course, he wouldn't let you actually fall, but good luck getting him to hold you up for more than five minutes.
OIKAWA would either a) catch you with great vigor, scooping you up and spinning you around in his arms or b) be pouty if he hadn't gotten to do it on you first. He'd boop you on the nose lightly and say something cheesy, like, "Don't worry, Y/N! I'll always be here to catch you!" Yeah, this man is proud that you trust him enough to let him catch you.
YAMAGUCHI would be genuinely surprised. In the split second where he realized what you were doing he was probably terrified—what if he didn't catch you? All the horrible scenarios would fill his head up, but then of course, he'd catch you and you would be perfectly fine. Please give this boy cuddles and words of affirmations, you gave him a real scare.
UKAI JR. would stare at you, unimpressed, after having caught you and put you right back onto your feet, not giving you any opportunity to linger. "Really? Y/N?" He's used to the volleyball boys pulling stunts like this, but now he knew to also be on guard for you. Suddenly, he cracks into a grin. "You should really be faster next time, I could see you coming from a mile away."
i’ve fully accepted what i am now, i am a monster + angst, there is no reprieve, don’t expect one + nothing but heartbreak !
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USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI
ushi’s so tall, he’s a pillar of strength and dignity.
but when you tell him it’s over, when you reason out why, laid it all bare in a practiced speech you’ve gone over your head— he blinks once.
“i don’t understand,” he says. its the only words he can say, going back into his head through all the moments and memories of you and sees nothing but loved. all your shared promises, echoed back in a space of warm and hope, they’re loud in his ears.
and despite your reasons broken through justification and iron-clad whys, explaining as best as you could over and over again through a clear gaze and a pleading tone to understand— they all feel like white noise, hounding his senses but unable to break through glass.
because he held you in that forever. your promises that burrowed itself in his sinew and bled through every cell. it’s what he held onto when his practices ran long, when his time with you became shorter, and when he skipped out on a special occasion or two.
forever meant forever, right?
so why were you leaving him as if everything you’ve ever told him didn’t mean a thing?
DAICHI SAWAMURA
daichi’s silence quivers the room with it.
his thoughts go mute and loud at the same time, as if a bomb had exploded in the damn near vicinity and his ears are ringing from it. there is no shelter in no man’s land. only destruction and desolation.
he can fight, he wants to fight. but he’s stockstill frozen in the image of pre-heartbreak. during heartbreak. everything inside of him is crashing, and the air is knocked out of his lungs as if you had kicked him.
you might as fucking well have.
but he doesn’t fight. he doesn’t beg. he doesn’t ask you to stay.
because this looks like you’ve been planning this for so long, waiting to do this for so long. your determination cracks through his desire to fight. it breaks the sword he’s ready to parry like its nothing but thin glass.
so who he is to fight when you had already let go of your own sword?
he’s a fair man. he curses himself for it.
so he nods, letting his sword crash to the ground alongside yours.
“okay. okay.”
KYOUTANI KENTARO
kyotani is already shaking his head before the multiple “no”s leave his mouth.
there are tremors all over his body, like the earth inside of himself, his own core, is shaking from the force. the disbelief.
denying heartbreak— the end of you and him together is easier after all as you stand there, pleading; frustrated at him to listen because kentaro is so good at ignoring what he doesn’t want to hear or see. you grasp his clothes as you make him understand, force him to see the cracks that have splintered pass what he thought was still fairly okay hits. force him to see the broken promises and hopes, and the end of the story that he didn’t see coming.
force him to understand that this is the end.
you think it falls on deaf ears, think that he’s not listening to you again, will you listen kentaro, for god sakes please— but despite the ringing in his own mind, the shaking of his head, the “no. no fucking way.”— he hears it all.
his heart will always hear you, even when you’re breaking it into crushed rubble. you’re a songbird he’ll always find after all.
kyotani hears.
he just doesn’t want to believe.
KAGEYAMA TOBIO
“you can’t,” is what comes out of his mouth after your entire spiel.
you blink at him, see nothing cross his face as if you didn’t just tell him it was all over. that you love someone else, that you can’t do this anymore.
he’s not angry, surprised, or even happy.
he looks up at you from where you told him to sit, and you blink at his owlish stare. “i love you.”
it’s a matter of fact, it’s what’s in his heart after you had broken through his barriers, his busy schedule and focused mind. you were an exception he had never expected and had moulded along his future.
and none of this— pass this staring, the heartbreak unwilling to sink in through the hollow in his own fucking chest. it’s sourceless and loud and he wants to claw at it. his hand moves, as a matter, but it doesn’t feel like he’s doing it. it feels like he’s not present in his own body as his hand closes on his chest, on top of his shirt, and clench past the fabric into skin.
he can’t feel it. there’s nothing there.
because he had given it to you, and in your pity little look at him, you’re giving it back.
