Warnings: Some swearing and Tsukishima calls reader a dumb whore
Summary: Y/N was never used to getting phone calls, much less from Tsukishima Kei; they only get left more confused when Tsukishima turns on them after they answer the phone.
A/N: Hiiiiiii, it's me again. I did a thing. I'm not saying I'm back, but this might be the start of something. So, enjoy <3
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There’s many things you don’t understand in the world; extra complicated mathematics, physics, how volleyball actually works, why Tsukishima was calling you at almost 9 pm on a school night.
You blinked quickly, wondering whether you were actually hallucinating his name on your screen. This couldn’t be real. Tsukishima had never called you (sure, you’d called him, but he’d never even answered before).
So why? Why was he calling you? And this late? Nothing made sense.
Still, you wouldn’t leave this phone call ignored, he was probably dying. It would probably be smarter to call an ambulance, though despite the front Tsukishima put on, he wasn’t that smart. Like, sure, he had book smarts, but he severely lacked street smarts.
“What’s up, Tsukki?” You called down the phone after you answered. The silence that followed was surprising; maybe he hadn’t actually expected you to answer the phone. Why wouldn’t you have? It wasn’t like you hated Tsukishima - actually, it was probably the opposite of that but you’d never admit it to him of all people. “Hello? Earth to Tsukishima Kei?”
“What do you want, Y/N?” He almost-yelled down the phone, making you wince. It hurt a little, but you were used to his antics by this point.
You laughed a little, “Tsukishima, you called me. What do you want?” You retorted back, rolling your eyes.
The silence that followed was amusing, until it was filled with, “God damn it, just shut up, Y/N, you dumb whore.” Before the other end of the phone clicked, signalling to you that he’d hung up on you.
But for what?
You hadn’t done anything.
Shaking your head and sighing, you decided to call Yamaguchi, knowing the green haired boy would have some words of advice for you. “What happened this time?” Yamaguchi asked, and you smiled softly, thankful that he knew you well enough. You explained the situation. How Tsukishima had called you, then gotten mad at you and called you a whore.
“- I’m just very confused, rightfully so, like, who does that? I thought I knew him but that sexy little beanpole surprises me every time.” Yamaguchi’s laughter eased your tension. You rolled onto your back and stared at your ceiling.
“Sexy litt-” he cut himself off with his own laughter again. “That is so amazing, please say that to his face.”
“As if. You know I could never.”
In the background of Yamaguhci’s phone, you heard rapid knocking, he excused himself and laid the phone down on the bed, leaving you to wait to talk again. Not that you minded too much. Talking to Yamaguchi was worth the wait.
While waiting, you trailed circles on your bedsheets.
Why did you start liking Tsukishima? It wasn’t like he was exactly the most approachable or caring, or anything. You weren’t sure if he’d ever dated anyone before, damn, you even thought he was dating Yamaguchi at one point. Maybe it was just because he was cute and good at volleyball. Watching him play was interesting.
You shook your head, hoping that Yamaguhci would return soo-
“I fucked up so bad, Tadashi.” Tsukishima’s voice played down the phone, making you jolt up. So that answered the question of who was knocking on Yamaguchi’s door.
“Wait, what?” Yamaguchi responded. You could hear the anxiousness in his voice, and you couldn’t quite figure out why.
“I called Y/N.” Tsukishima was moving around the room a lot, it was almost hard to hear him at some points. “Because I wanted to tell them how I feel. But then I heard their voice and…” his voice trailed off but your heart stopped.
Tsukishima liked you? He likes you? How? Why? You had so many questions, your mind moving a thousand thoughts a second. You could barely focus on any other words that he was saying.
“Why don’t you just tell them to their face?” Yamaguchi asked, slightly condescending, but he meant well nonetheless.
“They don’t like me like that. God, I called them a whore, they probably hate me now.” His voice was muffled slightly.
“I really don’t think they hate you.” Yamaguchi offered, but you knew it didn’t work as much as he wanted it to.
“How would you know?”
“Because they're probably so happy right now.”
“Why? I called them a dumb whore, Tadashi, why would they be happy?” The silence that grew was deafening, and then Yamaguchi chuckled nervously.
“Don’t be mad, but they’ve kind of been on the other end of the phone this entire time.”
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I won't say I'm back, but I'm certainly here. Now who missed me? I missed me. So much has happened in my life but enough with that, have this!
Warnings: Um, I don't think there are any, but do lmk if there are any
Summary: Aone had never been more thankful of the people who avoided him on the trains, especially when they gave him something as amazing as you.
A/N: This was literally meant to be a small idea I had and at some point I just said yeet and, well, here we are. Living our best lives I guess. I don't know, I just love Aone so much, he's such a cutie. I want to hold his hand and sit by him on the train, is that too much to ask??? As always, thank you to @pies-writes-and-more for assuring me I am good at writing. God knows where I'd be without you my love
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Aone was used to people ignoring- no, avoiding him on the train. It didn’t matter what he did, where he looked, or how soft he tried to seem - it was always the same. He told himself that it was fine, even though it really wasn’t.
It had even gotten to the point that people would purposefully avoid sitting down in the seat where he’d sit; women and men alike would choose to stand even when there were two available seats next to him. Very few people knew about these worries of his, and those that did know would make sure to seat themselves next to him.
He’d expected today to be the same. Sit down on the train, try to come off as non threatening, then go to school. The universe had some other plans for him.
He stepped onto the train, immediately turning towards his seat and taking a long step before he froze. Normally, it would be empty (since everyone knew he sat there by now), but today, in his place sat you. Your head resting back against the window with your lips parted. A book loosely held in your hand, teetering on the edge of falling. The light through the window seemed like a halo around you - for a second, he was inclined to think you were an angel. Your eyes were closed, light snores, a sign you’d fallen asleep.
You truly looked at peace.
Aone didn’t move any closer to you, worried you wouldn’t want him sitting next to you. So he chose to stand, sighing internally as people moved out of his way, leaving a large circle around him.
You were wearing the Date Tech uniform, but he’d never seen you before, maybe you were just new? Or maybe you were a first year? He didn’t know - but he wanted to know.
For a second, he thought that you’d gotten on the train too early, that you wouldn’t show up again tomorrow. The thought was almost upsetting and he couldn’t figure out why.
To his surprise, you showed up the next day, and the day after that, and every day for two weeks. Every single time, you were asleep, or too engrossed in your book to notice him. When the third week came, you were sitting with the book in your lap, staring absentmindedly at the floor. The space to your right was open.
He tried not to pay any attention to it, acting as if you being fully conscious on the train ride was completely normal. Acting like you weren't staring at him (because why would you be?). Try his best to not meet your eyes every few seconds (because he definitely wasn't doing that).
Your lips were pressed into a thin line, and your eyes followed him wherever he went. It was almost unnerving- no, it was definitely unnerving. What did you want from him?
Well, that question was answered faster than he thought.
On the Monday of the fourth week, he stepped onto the train to find you standing in front of him. A soft glare on your face.
He glanced at the seat, and it was open, so why were you standing in front of him? And why were you glaring at him? And why weren't you moving? And- OH GOD! Why are you grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the seat? Why are you standing in front of him and pushing him down? And why-
You sit down next to him, the glare on your face practically gone as you smile and nod your head happily from one side to another. He just knows his cheeks are so red from you holding his hand but he can't glance down at you.
But then you're tapping his shoulder, so he has to look because, God, he doesn't want you to think he's rude.
In your hand is a melon pan (well, two, but the second one you are already happily munching on), you lift it up to him, gesturing for him to take it. And so he does. You seem satisfied for a second, before you pull out a carton of milk from your bag (once again, two), and pass him one.
He doesn't know how to react.
You seemed to have that effect on him; the mystical ability to leave him completely speechless more so than usual.
You take extra care in stabbing the straw through the film on top and sipping violently before you glanced up at him. "What?" You asked, acting far too innocent and none-the-wiser that he wanted to scream.
He shrugs.
You sigh, "L/N Y/N," you introduce yourself and his heart skips a beat because now he has a name to the face. “Don’t worry,” you say in between bites of your melon pan, “I already know your name.” That should worry him more than it does, but he was on the volleyball team. So he guessed it was okay.
Once again, you had that halo around you. So ethereal. God, just looking at you made him blush. Especially when you looked up at him with a slightly confused look in your eyes, tilting your head and raising a brow.
Of course, he looked away quickly - not that he wanted to.
It didn’t stop that day. You stood in front of the train doors every single day for three weeks (until you were sure he wouldn’t run off), and then you waited. Some days you were wide awake with food ready for him. Other days you were on the verge of falling asleep and had barely managed to pass him the food and drink before promptly falling asleep. The rest you were fast asleep, the bag of melon pan on your lap, his name written on the brown bag with a smiley face at the end.
When you were awake, you talked and talked like there was no stopping you. He found out so much. Like the fact you came to school early just because you could (though he didn’t understand that). You were in class 2C; you didn’t have a club, but you always wanted to join one (he almost suggested you become the volleyball club manager, but the words refused to leave his mouth); you loved melon pan, like, it was your own personal obsession; you learned how to bake just so you could make more melon pan. So much more. His knowledge on you was more than his own teammates. You’d walk him to class. He swore, if you had a tail, it would be wagging constantly.
Things only got worse for him the moment Futakuchi saw you walking together. Aone half-expected you to know he was, but then you looked up at him with expectant eyes and it brought him back to the moment of how you’d known his name before. So, if you didn’t know Futakuchi’s name, why did you know his?
He certainly didn’t feel like there was anything about him worth knowing, or worth remembering. But, for whatever reason, you knew things. You remembered them. Why?
After months of this routine, he decided to be confident and ask you.
“Do you want to study together after school?” You asked him before he could get any words out.
“Yes.” He said, not taking a second to question anything. He knew he had practice today, that didn't matter. You could just give him your address and then-
“Great!” You chirped. “I’ll wait for you.”
How could you be so effortlessly cheerful? He almost hated it.
He gave you a questioning look and you hummed, “well, partly because that way I can show you shortcuts google maps won’t show you, partly because I want to see you practice, and mostly because I want to spend more time with you.” There was the confidence that would be the death of him.
Seriously, he wished he could do that.
Instead, he nodded slowly, pretending like it wasn’t killing him that he couldn’t just hold you - because that would be weird.
When you showed up at practice, smiling up at him like he was your world, his teammates were quick to bombard him with questions. Not that he answered them. So they moved to you; once again, if you had a tail, it would have been wagging. You answered all of their questions with gleams in your eyes. You were so endearing this way, but he couldn’t help the spark of jealousy that danced in his stomach. Before you knew it, he was standing in front of you, stopping the rain of questions and to give you a second to breathe. You seemed thankful, especially when you smiled up at him softly before moving towards a wall to rest and watch the practice.
Well, watch was a strong word for what you did.
You watched him play for - maybe - five minutes before you fell asleep. The moment your light snores floated into the air, everyone halted playing to look over at you. There you were in your normal position, hands folded in your lap, lips parted and head rested back against the wall. The only thing that was different was Aone’s jacket that you had draped over yourself.
God, you really were trying to kill him.
Somehow they all silently agreed to practice so much quieter than normal, and every time you stirred, they froze; God forbid you wake up.
Moniwa was amazed you could fall asleep so easily, but he wasn’t going to stop you. Things only got worse when your face scrunched up from whatever dream you were having and everyone had to take a second to recover from how adorable it was - one glare from Aone managed to stop them, for now.
Your obvious discomfort made Aone’s heart ache, but he had to practice, so he just silently watched you from across the court. He tried his best to land softer than normal. If he could make the entire world quiet for you in this moment, he would. He glared at Futakuchi when he spiked a ball and it landed slightly too loud.
After practice finishes, you barely stir awake, smiling up at him lazily. “God, that went by quick.” You say, stretching and yawning. Aone can’t help but smile - just a little - especially when you push yourself to stand up, almost fall over, and grab onto his arm for support.
He would have been perfectly fine with it had you let go of him afterwards. But you didn’t. In fact, you slipped your hand into his. All blood rushed to his face no matter how hard he tried to hide it; Futakuchi noticed it far too quickly, but he didn’t say anything through his little smirk, just turned away from the pair and whistled innocently to himself. Aone knew this wouldn’t be the last he heard of this - not that he minded.
The journey back to your home was relatively quiet - the most prominent noise was his own heartbeat in his ears. So loud and thundering that he was worried you could hear it. Maybe you could, especially when you decided to rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling your cheek against him like a kitten.
Really, you were still a wonder to him. Your body seemed to work like an alarm clock. You could fall asleep just about anywhere, at any time, and still wake up exactly when you need to.
Right now was a good example of that. Just as his anxiety settled in that you were going to miss your stop, your eyes fluttered open and you stood up groggily.
He’d need to ask you one day how you managed to do that.
At this point, your word might as well have been gospel to him; he wasn’t stupid, he knew he probably had feelings for you, and that they were more than just how friends act around one another. He wanted to protect you, keep you safe, to hold you close and never let you go. God knows you’d probably let him. But there were the parts that were worried about how you felt. Because he’d never seen how reacted with anyone other than him, he didn’t know how you were with your friends. At least he’d get to see a little more into your life when he gets to meet your family.
When you lead him up the steps to your home, he isn’t expecting the one bedroom apartment that you lead him into, but it isn’t a bad thing. “My parents are out of the country.” You say, and for the first time, you don’t elaborate. He isn’t going to push you to either. He’s happy with anything you have to say.
You lead him into the living room, asking him if he wants anything to eat or drink; clearing off the coffee table so they’d have somewhere to work. The silence that settled was comfortable - which surprised him, because he’d never had silence with you when you were awake. You filled his life up with so much noise that he loved it - maybe he’d go as far as to say he loved you.
Studying with you is nice, he can definitely see why you’re in a higher class. You help him with any questions he has, even if he can barely ask them to you.
He’s there watching you, wishing he had the words to explain to you how much more full you’d made his life. How much you’d changed everything around him.
Every night, he was silently thanking you for just existing near him; for sitting down in his seat; for noticing him, and bringing him to you; for pushing him just out of his shell enough to be able to call each other friends (even when his heart begged for more). He hoped for so many more moments like these, where he could bask in your glory, in everything to do with you. Even when he could never be yours, he still hope-
“I like you.” You cut off his train of thought so abruptly that he physically jumped. You stood in front of him, in front of his house (because you’d insisted on taking him home). Something flickered in your eyes and you looked away from him - for the first time in all of him knowing you, you were shy. Anxious. Worried. It was so obvious. “I know you probably don’t like me. And I know this is out of nowhere, but I have liked you since the first time I saw you.”
And with that, it was like two worlds collided. His heart was exploding with such overwhelming joy that he didn’t know how to react. So, he let his body react for him.
He wrapped you in a hug and pressed his head into the crook of your neck, ignoring the ache in his neck from leaning down. “I like you too…” his voice was barely above a whisper, yet it was so clear in your ears.
Somehow, you made his days even better than before. Whether you were standing waiting at the train doors with such bright smiles and love filled eyes, or when you leaned up and kissed his cheek in front of his teammates (he’d deal with the teasing from Futakuchi because nothing else mattered when you loved him).
Aone was used to people avoiding him on the train. He wasn’t used to the love you provided. But he’d never been more thankful for people avoiding him on the train, because maybe - just maybe - if they hadn't avoided him, you never would have pushed your way into his life. He’ll always be thankful for that train ride on that Monday morning, and every morning after then.
Warnings: Mild swearing (and by that I mean, like, 1 swear)
Word Count: 927
Summary: Tsukishima Kei hated you. You loved that. Not him. Although the powers the be don't always work on your favour, and you're certainly shocked when you find your soulmate.
A/N: I wrote this a while ago. It's kinda cute, albeit a little cringy too, but ya know. we vibe
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Tsukishima Kei hated you.
Well, maybe it wasn’t so much of a hate, more of a mutual dislike that you somehow found yourself looking forward to.
There were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it; in fact, you relished in this arrangement you had.
The moment you had laid eyes on the smug blond, you knew you were destined to get under each other's skins. You’d toss back and forth snarky remarks and insults as if there were never going to be an end - something his team seemed to enjoy considering all his idiotic brainwaves were focused on you.
Of course, you just had to find your way deeper under his skin by applying to be a manager. Oh how much pride you felt when his face dropped at the sight of you. You were at each other’s throats, not literally, but you didn’t miss the flash in his eyes as he snickering about nearly hitting you with the ball.
Today was no different. You were doing your job, gathering up balls that scattered around the gym. Hinata and Kageyama were still practising, much to your dismay, but you had to give it to them, their energy was endearing.
It wasn’t until a ball flew past you that you realised how zoned out you’d been. “Watch it!” You yelled, tossing a ball at Kageyama who didn’t have a chance to dodge it.
“Tsukki!” Hinata cried with joy, pointing at you with worried eyes.
“What do you want me to do about it?” The blocker asked, pushing up his glasses and shifting his bag. That wasn’t the first time he’d called you ‘it’, it certainly wouldn’t be the last.
“I don’t know! Just stop her before she hurts me, too.” Hinata was joking, you knew that, Kageyama didn’t even look bothered by the fact you’d thrown the ball at him, a little pissed, but he wouldn’t yell.
Tsukishima turned to you, smirking down as you tightly gripped a ball.
“What got you all worked up? You miss me that bad.” Self-righteousness dripped from his tongue.
“As if,” you growled, tossing the balls back into their container, “I was finally starting to feel happy until you showed your ugly snout, pig.”
“At least I’m not a feral dog.”
“At least people like dog’s.”
“Is that your half-assed way of confessing to me?” You rolled your eyes. “Sorry, not sorry, but I’m going to have to say no.”
“Good, because I wasn’t confessing.”
“Then why are you blushing so much?” He leaned in closer and you actually had to think, am I blushing? A soft glare pulled at your features and sighed.
“You wish I was.”
“You look stupid when you’re concentrating.”
“At least I don’t need glasses to pretend I’m smart.”
“Short-stack.”
“Four-eyes.”
“Did you really run out of insults that quickly?”
“I hate you.”
“Same, now we have something in common.”
“I’m going to punch you now.” At least you had warned him. You expected him to move, but he didn’t, just smiled as you threw a punch at him with all your might.
The moment your fist hit him it felt like a lightning shock had gone through your arm, you both stumbled back, hissing in pain. What was- your mind went through the memories of your mother explaining how she’d met her soulmate, ‘it was like lightning, but he was there to comfort me, so nothing else mattered.’
Kageyama and Hinata ran to both of your sides, trying to figure out what had happened, whether you had actually managed to punch him that hard; you looked up, eyes meeting with Tsukishima who had his face twisted in anger.
“What the fuck was that?” Daichi ran into the gym to see the two of you staring at each other, the dynamic duo freaking out.
“Absolutely not.” You growled.
“That did not just happen.” Tsukishima hissed.
“Of all people, why did it have to be you?”
“I know, like, I’m so amazing and you…” He motioned to you, as if it should have been obvious.
Your hand was shaking. Was that really the first time we’ve ever touched? Every other time you’d tried to punch him, he’d dodged you, or you fell over from the impact. Of course the first time he lets you touch him, you find out you’re soulmates.
“I hate you so much.”
“I guess you don’t have a choice now,” he snickered.
“Stop smiling, you look like a tree.”
“Better than being a stump.”
“I’m going to kill you.”
“You just tried to!”
“Can somebody explain what’s going on.” Daichi had his hands firmly on his hips, eyes darting between you and Tsukishima.
“Go on, soulmate,” Tsukishima nudged you. You could have punched him again but the captain just stared at you both with wide eyes.
His mouth dropped open, slowly pulling out his phone from his pocket and calling someone, this is not going to be good. “Hey, Tanaka, who had money on them being soulmates again?”
“You were betting on it!” You and Tsukishima yelled at the same time, turning to glare at each other. “Stop doing that!” The other three burst out into laughter.
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It was true; Tsukishima Kei hated you. Though that was a thing long in the past. He never thought his heart would flutter at the sight of you in a white dress, sneering at his blush that danced on his cheeks.
“You really look stupid right now,” you giggled when you reached his side.
Characters: Kyoutani Kentarou, Reader, Aoba Johsai Club Members
Pairing: Kyoutani Kentarou/Reader
Genre: Fluff, just happy fluffy times
Warnings: I don’t think there are any, but if you see any, tell me please!
Word Count: 2111
Summary: For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school?
A/N: This has sort of been shoddily thrown together to help me get out of my weird funk lately, but I like it, so sue me. UwU. Check it out, I posted it on AO3 too (here)
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Kyoutani hated school. Not for any other reason than the fact that the people just annoyed him - much less the fact that he wasn’t particularly good at his - his grades could attest to that. Sure, he loved volleyball, and that might’ve been his favourite part of the day; except his favourite part was sleeping. That was because during the times of slumber, he could see glimpses of what happened during his soulmates day - what happened during your day.
He’d never admit to anyone how happy it made him. He’d do anything to learn everything about you.
At this point, he was sure he knew just about everything about you. Most nights you’d feign studying to your mom - you’d always end up watching far too many episodes of the latest anime that had you hooked - even so, you somehow had almost perfect grades. Every time you were in lessons, you took notes effortlessly, though he only ever saw those notes during class. When you weren’t watching anime, you were writing, listening to music far too loud; a thousand playlists that he could never wrap his head around - he was never sure how you’d managed to memorise where one song in each playlist was all because it took you too much effort just to like it. You couldn’t sing very well, that didn’t seem to stop you - he thought the same about your dancing - but something about seeing a section of that from your day always made him extra happy in the morning. You got along well with your mom, most of those clips you were laughing about something incomprehensible. You seemed to get along with a lot of people, though your closest friends were a pair of twins by the names of Anaka and Anoko. You lived in Tokyo, which hurt his heart far too much than he’d admit.
The one thing that irked him was your dislike for sports, you put in little effort to gym every time. Waking up after those clips of your day were his least favourite thing - he’d even put school before that.
Despite the fact he knew everything about you, or as much as he could, there were two things he didn’t know: your name or your face. He hated that so much. It was as if you never looked at your reflection, or took any pictures of yourself. He had a basic idea of what your hair looked like, but most of the time the strands were out of his vision.
From what he could tell, you were in the year below him; it wasn’t that that particularly mattered to him, it just meant he’d been seeing your life for a year longer than you’d been seeing his life. For the almost three years that he’d been able to see you, you’d barely had two years.
One night, a week before he’d be transitioning into his second year, he’d dreamt of you:
The world zipped by through the car window; you rested your elbow on the door hands, leaning your head into your open palm, forehead pressed against the glass. The view wasn’t one he was used to seeing, it looked more like the countryside rather than the cityscapes; a gentle wave of sadness mused inside of you.
“I know it’s going to be a lot to get used to-”
“You have no idea…” you cut off your mother, not even bothering to glance in her direction. Sadness was replaced with an eruption of aggression. You hid it, opting to clench your fist. Your jaw tightened so much that it ached.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Her voice was soft. You let out a soft sigh, nodding slowly. “I mean, you were so happy when you found out what high school he went to. Although, even the idea that you’re going to meet your soulmate won’t take away from the fact we’re leaving behind…” she paused, grip tightening on the steering wheel.
You finally tilted your head to look at her. Something swirled in the pit of your stomach and you reached out, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder.
There weren’t any more words needed between the two of you. It was easy.
Kyoutani woke up, running his hand through his short hair. That felt different than normal. He couldn’t explain it, not well, at least. And what had your mom said about meeting your soulmate? None of it made sense. Did you actually move to an entirely new place? Why?
It frustrated him more than it was worth.
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Weeks passed and nothing.
Kyoutani had hoped for something, anything. There hadn’t even been a single sight of you in person. He saw you in his dreams; in class, your stare would be focused out of the window intently; you were quiet, rarely interacting with your classmates. You looked at them with such an indifference.
He loved the days when he could see you at home; you did your usual song and dance, but this time you had a small puppy at home. You’d shower it with endless affection. You didn’t seem to watch as much anime before - he even saw you studying sometimes - but the joy in his heart when he listened to you lazily sing an opening was unfiltered and so pure.
He still had yet to see your face, to hear your name.
At the start of volleyball practise, Oikawa announced that the team would be getting a manager - as long as things went well with them, that is. Most of them were confused, Kyoutani included, until Iwaizumi explained that unlike the others, and there had been so many others, this girl wasn’t interested in Oikawa in the slightest - in fact, she didn’t even know who he was. Kindaichi confirmed this, since she talked to him about this.
Out of nowhere, a girl appeared at the door, she seemed frazzled. Completely in a daze. By that point, Kyoutani had zoned out, choosing to focus on literally anything else.
He missed the looks she gave him the entire practise.
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Sleep could not come sooner for him. He wondered what you were seeing right now, if you were even asleep; he wanted to know so badly what you thought of him, how you felt, he wanted to see your face. Just once. That was all, if he saw your face just once, he would be happy.
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Time passed and still nothing. He hated it. He hated how close you were to him, yet how out of reach. Things didn’t change much. You were still as quiet as ever in class; you were still as loud as ever at home. He memorized each word you spoke like it was gospel, because what if you just happened to talk near him one day? How else was he supposed to recognise you if it weren’t for your voice?
He didn’t learn much about the new manager. She was quiet, too quiet. She agreed to things too quickly and acted like she would break. Because of that, everyone treated her like she was going to.
He had caught her staring at him a few times, something that pissed him off because he didn’t want her, he wanted his soulmate. Wherever she was…
If he were being honest, he’d really tried his hardest to find her. No one in particular caught his eyes. He searched every first year classroom several times a week to make sure that he had never missed anyone on any particular day, the idea that you could be somewhere else other than right there hurt him. He looked at the desk where you normally sat. Every time he went it was empty. It sucked.
Oikawa only noticed his mood get more foul as time went on - even managing to hold off on commenting about it considering how he looked like he might actually kill someone.
One night, during his dream, it felt like all the pieces finally fell together.
You stared down at the ground- were you wearing sneakers? -rubbing your thumbs together nervously. There was light conversation in the background. He couldn’t make out a lot of what was being said. Not until you stepped towards a bench, grabbing a vibrant yellow water bottle. “Thanks, L/N!” Kindaichi’s voice chimed, puffing out his chest. He was dripping with sweat.
You gave him a half smile before your eyes wandered around. This sight had become a typical one for you, watching the volleyball club running around and practising. Your eyes land on someone in particular and your heart races, although it doesn’t last long, not until he turns and meets your eyes, glaring.
Maybe you just had your hopes too high; he clearly wasn’t interested in having a soulmate. You turned your head away quickly. Giving him a side glance. “Oh Kyou…” you muttered, turning away.
Kyoutani shot up awake. Never had his body been more alert in the morning. The volleyball manager hadn’t just been some girl, but it had been you? All this time you never said a word to him about it, and he had just glared at you like you were nothing.
It made him sick. The idea that he had been hurting you.
Never had he rushed to get dressed faster. Never had he been so excited to go to school. His uniform was haphazardly tossed onto his body, he almost forgot his bag. Everything felt heightened. The wind was hitting his face harder than normal - that might’ve been because he was sprinting - the ache in his legs was nothing compared to the excitement in his heart. The closer he got to the gym, the more nervous he became.
“You’re here early…” Yahaba snickered - normally Kyoutani would have threatened the brunette, but not today. His eyes were almost frantic as he changed into his gym clothes, darting around like there was something big he was waiting for. Because there was something big he was waiting for. That was you. For you to finally appear. So that he-
“Good morning, L/N!” Kindaichi cheered towards the door of the gym, waving frantically at you. You smiled and offered him a small wave before yawning, glancing towards Kyoutani. When you met his eyes, you seemed to pause mid-yawn, tears building up in your eyes.
He walked over to you. Not really knowing what he was going to say. Not really knowing what he wanted to say. Just knowing that he needed to be next to you. To talk to you. To hear your voice again, right now, right in front of him.
When he stopped in front of you, you almost seemed scared, sucking in a deep breath and leaning back slightly. You averted your eyes, not wanting to upset him in any way. He didn’t move, not an inch. His eyes danced over you, examining every part of your face that he hadn’t been taking the time to examine. This was his first time actually seeing you.
“Beautiful…” it slipped out before he could do anything to stop it. A warmth rushed to your cheeks as you smiled awkwardly, looking away from him.
“Um… thank you… Kyou…” The look on your face could only be described as elated, even as you avoided his eyes, you knew he meant it.
All of the other members looked at you confused, trying to understand what Kyoutani had said that had made you so flustered. That was quickly washed away when he grabbed your chin, lifted your head up and smashed his lips against yours.
Your eyes shot open wide, body frozen before you seemed to collapse. His arm caught you, holding you against him with such a need that it was destroying you. When he pulled away, the gym erupted into screams.
“Took you long enough.” You muttered, gently punching his chest.
“I… I never saw your face before-”
“You see it every day?” You tilted your head.
“No. I mean… t-this…”
“Oh…” He didn’t need to explain. You knew exactly what he meant, “I don’t really like my own reflection. So I just… avoid it?” An awkward laugh slipped out.
“But you’re beautiful.” He caressed your cheek, such a softness in his eyes that you didn’t know he was capable of.
“Can someone explain what just happened?” Kindaichi yelled, eyes darting between both of you as you shared such a tender moment.
“That’s what a pair of soulmates looks like,” Oikawa mused, wrapping his arm around the first year, “well, at least she’s cute. Sucks she has such a… strange soulmate.”
Kyoutani slipped away and pounced on the setter.
You simply laughed at them.
After all this time, you’d finally met him.
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Summary: This doesn’t really have a summary, just something I wrote when I was feeling alone
A/N: I haven’t had any motivation to write anything lately, so I’m slowly working through that. But! I figured I could post this instead, something I put on AO3 just over a month ago (literally 8 days before I broke up with my boyfriend so as you can see, baby noodles was in her feels)
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You were alone, and that was okay, you were used to being alone.
There were always times when you didn’t feel alone, and there were times you were suffocated by your sadness. Despite being in darkness, you still look for the light, even in your husband, Tsukishima.
You didn’t know when you two started to grow apart, you were so happy in high school, you were alive and filled with love. And then slowly, so slowly, things started to change. Maybe it was because he said ‘I love you’ just a little less, or when his eyes didn’t linger on yours after a kiss, or maybe it was when you started to see the marks on his neck after he’d come home late; you were hopeful, but you weren’t stupid.
Some nights you wondered what you were waiting for; there wasn’t going to be any grand gesture that could change his mind, so why were you still here? Why did you bother setting up a candlelit dinner on your anniversary?
Maybe it was your last hurrah. Giving him a chance to prove that he did still love you. Giving you something, anything to work with.
Tears rolled down your cheeks as the door echoed throughout the home - he was late, the first time in a year you’d asked him to be on time and he couldn’t even do that. You didn't try to hide your disappointment as he sat down opposite you, not even looking bothered by your tears.
“Happy anniversary.” You mumbled, standing up, dinner untouched.
His fork froze in the air, meeting your eyes for a second before he returned the gesture. It was empty. Everything he said had no meaning.
You’d tried to talk to his friends, but they said that was just how he was. That he didn’t show much love to those things he cared about. They were blissfully unaware of everything. And yet you couldn’t hate them. You couldn’t hate him. But you knew being alone, truly alone, was better than pretending you were okay.
The divorce papers were heavy in your hands, taunting you of everything you were. You’d always wanted to be a married once type of woman, and maybe that would be true, you doubted you could heal from this. But wounds heal.
“I got you a present.” You gently placed them next to his plate - he barely glanced at them, carrying on eating your food.
That was your sign. You moved throughout the house, once happy memories long vanished into a thick tension. Your room made your heart ache, you’d cry by his side as he slept peacefully, blissfully ignorant to you. Legs were heavy, the eggshells you walked on broke beneath your feet as you started to pack up your clothes.
You lightly stroked the front cover to your photo album that held the times where you were so pure, too innocent, in love and naive. You knew that soon the smile would fade on your lips, you’d be surrounded by people, but alone.
You tried not to react when he came into the bedroom and sat next to you, the papers in his hand. If you were honest, you’d expected more of a fight. “Are you sure?” He asked, voice shaking lightly as you opened the photo album, dropping tears on its contents.
“Yes.” A lump formed in your throat.
“Okay…” he was quiet, watching you with tender eyes as you ran your hands over his smiling face. That once warm smile would soon be good.
“If only we had known,” you said, brushing away the tears. Looking up to meet his eyes. You’d expected sadness, and maybe there was, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to try and search for something that wouldn’t help. You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek, teasing your heart. He closed his eyes, reminiscing about the first time you did this. He’d felt such a joy that day; now he just felt nothing. “I used to tell myself we would be okay, that we’d get over this, or I’d listen to your friends when they said this is just how you were.” He opened his eyes again, some sadness trickling in them.
“I know.” He sighed. There was a moment of silence before you dropped your hand and he spoke again, “I wanted to love you.” His grip on the papers was tight, crinkling the edges. You hummed, smiling softly.
“I know.”
He didn’t try to stop you as you finished packing away your things. He stood by your side as you called Daichi to come pick you up. He walked you to the door when he arrived, holding you once more, it almost made you stay. But you pulled back; he held on for a second longer before dropping his arms.
As Daichi drove you back you held back your break down, he put on music to distract you, and for that you’re so grateful.
You broke down in Suga’s arms, finally confessing everything that had been happening. They were so disappointed in themselves that they hadn’t tried to help, that they hadn’t listened to you. But you didn’t blame them. They were just doing what they thought was right. How could you hold that against them?
Hey Jess!!! Can you do a 10 or 20 for your ask game??
Oh me oh my, I saw 20 and my heart shattered in angst-y glory. Lord save us all. Please enjoy!
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“Y/N?”
How could your own name instill so much panic and sorrow in the depths of your soul?
In front of you now stood Kageyama Tobio, the man who tore out your heart two years ago, leaving you to bleed out with no medic in sight. You’d watched so long ago as he casually burnt down the home you’d built together. He’d left you with nothing. You were empty. And now he finds you again, after you’d spent so long finding the pieces of yourself in the rubble, holding them so dearly and using them to fill in your heart.
In his eyes, you see he’s already forgotten it, or maybe he thinks it wasn’t a big deal. It probably wasn’t to him.
After him, you’d become a master in the arts of pretending you were okay.
That’s how you manage this little beauty without a falter:
“Kageyama!” You smile widely and open your arms for a hug, as if his body touching yours doesn’t make your skin burn, “it’s been way too long, we should have a catch up sometime.”
And he smiles, completely unaware of what’s happening inside of you.
Of course, he agrees to have that catch up, even says he’s not busy right now if you’re free. You agree, only after pretending to call a friend to reschedule because “my life has just gotten so busy”.
But that was a lie.
If anything, you left the house once every two weeks and took enough photos to last a lifetime.
You’d put on an outfit even if you were staying home and come up with a catchy enough caption just to post on Instagram, even if the chance he actually sees it is slim.
You were a shell of your former self. Less alive inside, more accepting of the dark things being sent your way.
Your friends knew it.
And for a second, you wondered whether he knew it, too.
While Kageyama seems to be able to forget the past, you haven’t. It’s burnt a hole in your memory and chained itself there. Threatening to never leave despite constant begging on your end.
You’d been dating since high school, your second year. You’d think being with someone for 4 years would be enough to settle in your future together, but no. With all the stress of his work, and yours, your futures colliding all at once. You really shouldn’t have been shocked when you came home from work to find him with another woman.
Normally, you would have been an uncontrollable fire of rage, ready to attack and destroy because she ruined your life. But seeing that just broke you.
There was nothing left inside you that was actually you.
A shell, through and through.
He’d always known how to hurt you the best, even if he didn’t really know what he was doing in terms of a relationship. You’d figured it out together and then he’d used those newfound skills to destroy you. You’d call him an evil mastermind if you didn’t actually know what he was like.
And now here he stands, pretending like history hasn’t happened. Like he wasn’t the one to ruin you. Like you were nothing.
“So, how have you been?” He asks, casually.
“Super busy, you know, like my life is just-”
He stops you, “I meant since two years ago. I know things ended kinda quickly, and you know, but I hope you’ve at least had it good.”
And your breath catches in your throat, your mask starts to slip and fall. Just for a second, he can see the pain that shatters your soul with every waking moment.
Still, you move on. He hasn’t deserved your feelings. You know that now.
“You know, I didn’t miss you as much as I thought I would.”
And you watch a little piece of him crack inside his eyes.
You’ll go home later tonight and scream at your own reflection for letting him see a moment of your soul. Because you’ve grown and changed, everything is different. You are different. But deep down you aren’t, you’d always wanted answers, you needed them to understand what happened then. You felt like you were back in high school, falling in love with the idea of falling in love. With none of the answers to your questions.
SELF INDULGENT TIME so like what would happen 👀if you surprised the boys 👀👀 with new hair👀👀👀
I DID IT LOOK!!!! LOOK I DID IT!!!! Yes yes yes yes yes yes yes.
This is for Daichi, Sugawara, Tsukishima, and Bokuto. All with a Gender Neutral Reader! Please let me know if anything is gendered <3
ALSO THANK YOU TO @pies-writes-and-more FOR LITERALLY HELPING ME WITH THE IDEAS FOR THESE GOD KNOWS HOW LONG AGO!!! I WOULD NOT HAVE SURVIVED HAD IT BEEN FOR YOU
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Daichi -
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“You really think he’s going to like it?” You fiddled with the ends of your hair, biting your lip and looking at Kiyoko in the corner of your eye.
It was that time of year again where it was getting too hot to be able to deal with your hair, so you cut the majority of it off.
The VBC manager looked over at you, sighing a little with a smile dancing on her lips, “he’ll love it.” She affirms you, though you can’t help the hesitation in your returned smile.
You hadn’t been able to see him all day - the only reason you’d met Daichi was because of Kiyoko, she just accidentally introduced you when you needed to return a pen to her and did it by showing up to her club after school.
After that day, the volleyball club boys showed up to your classroom more often. Somehow Daichi’s eyes always managed to find you. The rest was history (history being Kiyoko telling you to suck it up and ask him out).
It had barely been a month, Summer break was nearing with each passing day. You let out a soft sigh, walking with Kiyoko to where the boys hung out during lunch.
You really didn't know how he was going to react, but you hoped it was good.
When you rounded the corner, you saw him sitting in all his glory, drinking something you couldn’t quite make out from here. Asahi smiled and waved you over.
You watched Daichi turn his head to see what Asahi who Asahi was calling over.
Time seemed to slow down for this moment. You really wished you’d recorded Daichi’s reaction as he spotted you. His eyes shot open to their fullest - he was still mid-drink, but that stopped as he spat most of his drink out while gasping.
Suga - upon realising that Daichi probably choked - proceeded to smack his friend on the back. Hard. “I’ll save you!” He called out, only making things so much worse.
Asahi had the most disgusted look on his face as he yelled at Daichi for spitting some sort of juice on him. You were stifling laughter, but Daichi wasn’t even throwing any insults at Asahi for being a wuss, his eyes were glued to you (and one arm was focused on shoving Suga away).
“Hey,” you giggled, sitting down next to him.
You’d never seen Daichi speechless before, there’s a first for everything you suppose. When he doesn’t answer right away, you wave a hand in front of his eyes. He blinks quickly, doing a deep intake of breath and smiling so wide you’re worried his face might split in two.
“Hey.” He breathes out, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “This is new.” He hums, running his hands through your hair. You lean into his touch.
In the background, you can hear Suga gagging at your signs of affection, but you didn’t care. Especially since Daichi was here and looking at you like you were everything. “Yep, it’s getting warm so I;m doing some preventative measures.”
“I like it.” Somehow, three simple words managed to set off butterflies in you that were almost too overwhelming. Feeling the warmth spread to your cheeks, you turned away, stifling anxious laughter. He cupped your cheek and turned your head back. “It looks so beautiful.”
You really loved Daichi, especially since you knew he meant it with every part of him.
Sugawara -
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Suga barely caught sight of you when he knew something was different - and he knew it was your hair in a second. That mischievous smirk pulled at his lips when you walked into the gym, greeting Ukai, who complimented your hair and then turned back to yelling at someone for… something?
He sauntered over you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to. “You’re new around here.” An obvious flirty tone made you quirk your brows up. Catching his drift, you smirked up at him.
“Just thought I’d come see some cute boys play volleyball,” you hummed, leaning against the wall, “L/N Y/N.” You held out a hand to him, which he gladly took and used to pull you closer.
“So, you here to see anyone specific” He let out a low whistle as you brushed your hair out of your face. Internally, you were snorting - this happened every time you tried a new hairstyle - still, it made you feel good.
You took your time glancing around at the boys, making sure to give the best flirty look possible to Daichi (who was now thoroughly used to how your relationship with Suga was). “No one in particular, why? Are you interested?” You teased him.
“Of course,” he chuckled, capturing a few strands of your hair between his fingers and humming happily, “how could I not be when you’re stood here looking so beautiful?”
“Suga,” Ukai called out to him, pinching the bridge of his nose, “this is cute and all, but get back to practise!”
Suga tossed you a wink over his shoulder as he jogged towards the court.
“Why’re you like this?” Ukai asked you, and you only shrugged.
“He started it.” And he didn’t need to respond, because that was the whole truth.
It was one of the things you’d had to get used to when being with Suga, the fact that he liked to mindlessly flirt with you at any second - either that or he’d tease you to no end - but he’d never tease you about your appearance, that was one bridge even he wouldn’t cross. Well, unless it was Asahi.
His eyes constantly floated over to you, making sure you were definitely watching him today. As if it would be any different to say any other day. With each successful set, you were shooting him a thumbs up and a big smile; every receive, spike, dig. It was all so mesmerizing to you.
You’d be sure to thank your friend again for dragging you to a volleyball game in your second year and getting you hooked on it (well, mostly Suga).
If it hadn't been for that, you never would have introduced yourself to him. “L/N Y/N!” You held your hand out to him and smiled. “I loved the way you played, and I think you’re very cute.” That was all it took and you and Suga were wrapped around each other’s fingers.
Whipped. He had you whipped, you had him whipped. But it was perfect. So sweet.
When his practise finished, he pranced over to you and wrapped his arms around you in his disgusting sweaty hugs he insisted on giving you every single practise. You gagged and tried to push him off.
“You really like it?” You asked when he finally let you go. You motioned to your hair (which you’d recently dyed grey to support him in his final year, like the good partner you were). He hummed happily, kissing your cheeks and the tip of your nose quickly.
“I love it,” he hums. You were ready to die from the love, but he had to ruin the moment. “Like a sexy little old person.”
You slapped Suga on the arm and stormed away from him. His laughter made your stomach flip as he chased after you.
Sometimes Suga was an asshole. Sometimes he was the sweetest boy to ever exist. But he was yours all the time, and that made you happy.
That’s what you kept telling yourself when he wouldn’t stop teasing you about how cheesy it was to dye your hair like his.
Tsukishima -
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You weren’t sure what you expected. Of course, Tsukishima didn’t care about your hair. Why would he? He probably thought something like this was lame.
Still, that didn’t stop you from trying to get his attention (he was your boyfriend, after all). So, you spent so much time in every interaction with him fiddling with your hair. Running your hand through it? Did it. Twirling the ends in your fingertips? Check. You name it, you’d done it.
Nothing worked. It honestly left you really disappointed. It wasn’t like you’d cut a small amount of your hair off; you’d gotten a decent amount cut, and yet, nothing.
“Maybe he just hasn’t noticed.” Yamaguchi said, trying his best to be helpful. The look you gave him radiated really? and he nodded slowly. “Yeah, you’re right, well… it looks great. So, he’s just lame.” His attempt at making you feel better worked a little.
“Thanks Tadashi.” You hummed.
Still, being with the Tsukishima Kei came with its own wave of insecurities. Maybe you would have faired better today if he had said it looks stupid (at least he would have noticed it then). But…
You sigh, running your hands through your hair, regretting everything now.
Little did you know, Tsukishima had noticed your hair. In fact, he thought it was lovely. That was what he was repeating as Yamaguchi yelled at him down the other end of your phone.
“-their your partner, you really couldn’t say anything?” Yamaguchi was pinching the bridge of his nose and sighing heavily.
“It looks nice, do I really need to tell them that every time they change it?” Tsukishima sighed; he really didn’t understand the rules of being in a relationship. Why did he need to tell you you looked beautiful every day when you knew he thought you were? Did he need to do that?
“Yes!” Yamaguchi - unknowingly - answered both of his questions.
It seemed to click in his head. That was why you spent all day messing with your hair more than usual. He just thought you were extra anxious today (although maybe he’d made you anxious).
“Tsukki, you’re an idiot.” Yamaguchi laughed after the middle block made a noise of realisation.
“Shut up, Tadashi…” Tsukishima grumbled, because God forbid he admit he was wrong.
So, like the good boyfriend he was, he started making his way to your house at 7 o’ clock to make sure you knew he loved your hair. He really did put in so much effort for you - not that he’d ever tell anyone it.
He spends the walk to yours thinking about how he was going to say this, or how you’d react. He does love you, and sure, he doesn’t say it as much as the next guy, but he shows it in so many more ways, right?
Tsukishima tells you he loves you by buying you your favourite drink from the vending machine every day at lunch; he tells you he loves you by trying out your favourite foods even when he insists he doesn’t like them; he tells you he loves you by linking your pinkies together in the school hall; he tells you he loves you by making you a playlist of the songs that make him think of you.
So why did you need him to tell you that you were beautiful no matter what? Day or night; rain or sun; no matter how old, he thought you were beautiful, from the bottom of his heart.
He supposed it was nice to hear - because he did love to hear how handsome you thought he was.
Knocking on the door to your house left him just a little anxious, that feeling only heightened when you opened the door with red-rimmed eyes, looking up at him so sadly. “Kei?” You called out, unsure why he was here so late. He hadn’t even told you he was coming, it wasn’t like him to just… show up, so, why?
“I can’t believe I have to tell you this,” he grumbles and looks away, cheeks tinted red (it would be him blushing, but he’d blame the cold air when you teased him later), “I think your hair is amazing, idiot.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, making sure that he can catch your expression in the corner of his eye.
Your mouth drops open before quickly pouting, trying to fight back tears as you throw yourself at him, squeezing him in a hug.
“Wh-”
“Thank you…” your voice is so weak, shaking ever so lightly. He makes a point to run his fingers through your hair and gently massage your scalp, leaning down to kiss your head.
Tsukishima thought you were beautiful, and right now, that’s all that mattered.
Bokuto -
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If you’d have told yourself yesterday that your boyfriend would spend the entire day avoiding you, you’d have laughed in your own face. Because why would he do that?
Well, maybe it’s what you get for surprising him with an entirely new haircut. Or, more so, you’d dyed your hair black and white to match his. Your entire plan to see him get so excited had completely backfired.
To give him credit, at least you knew he would never cheat, because the moment you tackled him in a hug and he didn’t recognise you immediately, he pushed you off exclaiming, “you can’t do that, I have a partner!” Before running off.
At first, it hurt a little. Every time you tried to go near him, he’d run in the opposite direction. You told Akaashi about it - he was in your class, after all - and the two of you started a bet as to when he’d figure out it was you and not some random person. There was that general worry that he wouldn’t figure it out.
The funny thing was that he still texted you throughout the day, telling you about this random person (read: you) and how they wouldn’t leave him alone. You laughed at his texts, rolling your eyes and promising that everything would be okay.
Of course, you had to surprise him at the end of the day. He didn’t react too well, but you and Akaashi shared a knowing smirk, “they’re here, too!” He dove behind Akaashi - the spiker only sighed and stepped towards you.
The gym waited with baited breath for what would happen. “Hey, did you finish studying already?” He spoke casually to you. Bokuto gasped in betrayal - because how dare he talk to you after you’d stalked him all day - and started stepping towards the two of you.
“Yeah, it wasn’t that much anyway.” You shrugged, trying to hide your excitement.
If you looked closely enough, you could see the cogs turning in his head. You just knew he was trying to figure out when Akaashi got a partner (and why his partner looked so much like you). His eyes widened as he tentatively stepped closer to you.
With each passing second, more tension grew. Akaashi was trying his best not to burst out laughing - subsequently making it harder for you to not laugh.
A switch flipped in his head and he gasped. “Wait a minute! That’s my partner!”
That broke you, both you and Akaashi finally letting out your howling laughter. Bokuto threw himself at you, hugging you like his life depended on it.
“Took you long enough.” You rolled your eyes, wrapping your arms around him and humming happily.
He pulled away and pouted at you, “why did you change your pretty hair?” He fumbled the strands in his fingertips. “Not that it isn’t pretty! It’s very pretty, but a different kind of pretty.” You snorted at his phrasing.
“Well,” you smiled sweetly up at him, “I wanted us to match.”
Once again, the wheels in his head turned before he gasped, lifting you up and spinning you around. Such wonder in his eyes.
Sure, you’d spend later comforting because you were prettier than him now, and he’s the ugly one in the relationship (his words, not yours), but it would be worth it to see the way his eyes would light up so much more at every single match you attended. After every win, he’d parade you around and explode with so much joy. He’d brag to Kuroo that his partner’s hair matched his.
Pairings: Reader/Miya Atsumu and Reader/Suna Rintarou
Warnings: arguing, one sided pining, defo OOC but who am I to care. If there’s any other let me know!
Word Count: 1893
Summary: NGL idk how to summary this. Atsumu took your little relationship for granted, that much you knew, what you didn’t know was that you desired a greater dance, a graceful one. You didn’t know that until you met eyes with Suna Rintarou
A/N: Kinda shooting in the dark with this one, think it’s a little weird but I’m trying again so that’s nice. Enjoy my 2 am, chocolate hedgehog fuelled ramble fest that ends too quickly but eh because I am WRITINF!
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It was a dance.
Nothing too complicated; a simple sway with his arms around your waist, a little too fast for the pace of the song. Was he really in a rush to end this little thing you had going on?
You remembered it used to be different. Neither of you could fall in line with each other’s movements. Arms were so straight that they were painful. So, obviously, you agreed to loosen the slack, and then suddenly you were stamping on each other’s feet.
Oh, Atsumu, where do I fall in your world? You thought to yourself.
A silent agreement: in school, you could smile and greet him, but his world was larger than yours. His stars shone brighter. You’d be burnt alive if you stepped any closer. Outside of school, he’d be climbing over you, trying to get the advantage in a game of Mario Kart that he would inevitably lose.
Maybe you yearned for more. Was that such a bad thing?
Not that you’d ever admit it.
“Are you sure you aren’t dating?” Your friends would tease you, to which you’d laugh softly - a well paid actress for the metaphorical camera - shaking your head as they continued, “he’s normally at your place after school. Maybe he’s just too shy to…” and then you’d all be laughing, because Miya Atsumu was anything but shy.
His focus in this dance depends on the time of day, but you pretended it was fine. You had other things to worry about too. Maybe not as cool as volleyball, but important nonetheless.
Your own friends, own studies, own activities. Yes! You thought, though this shouldn’t have been a big revelation. I don’t need him, I can do my own things.
And then…
Like that every day internal struggle never occurred, he’d be back by your side halfway through the walk from school.
Because you always subconsciously waited for him.
You decide - with confidence you’d have to search for again later - that today would be the day that you’d confess your feelings to him.
This dance would no longer be something simple, something childish - if you were honest. It would be something mature, something with power and grace that could warm the hearts of everyone that merely glanced in your direction. Yes, this dance could be… a pas de deux.
Confidence was your name for all of five minutes.
You opened the gym doors, ready to get burnt and blinded, the suffocation of his atmosphere meant nothing to you. Not right now. Because you were a woman with a goal. With power. With meaning.
You searched for the blonde, not that it was difficult, but your eyes - for reasons you don’t know - didn’t collide with his.
Suna Rintarou.
Your eyes met his first.
And, for the first time ever, your eyes shifted away from Atsumu’s figure and this little dance of yours.
———
You aren’t a clumsy dancer.
Atsumu knew this.
You knew their little routine by heart.
You’d wait in the library after school until he texted you that volleyball was done, then wait by the tree that was perfectly halfway to your house. It was something you’d done religiously for many years - though some places differed between middle school and high school.
But since you met Suna’s eyes, it seems like you can’t get anything in your dance right.
You stood on his foot for the first time in years when you waited in the completely wrong spot for him.
Slipped a hand from his shoulder when you forgot to check the forecast and bring a spare umbrella for him.
Completely dropped your grasp when you went home straight after school.
“What is up with you lately?” He asked, almost worried, like you could have been sick. And maybe you were, in a sense, though you’d have to argue that you were more sick of him.
“Nothing,” you blatantly lied, “school is just… you know.” It was a lame excuse, but what exactly could you tell him? That you might have feelings for his teammate?
Ha.
That would be funny, you could almost picture his expression, especially since you were his little secret. Even Osamu didn’t have a hook in you.
So you’d do what any little smitten vixen would, and lied to the one boy who’d meant something to you. “You know,” a quick change of subject, subtle so he won’t question anymore, “my mom got me the new mario kart and switch.”
“Oh, it’s on.” He grinned, and you managed to pretend you were dancing for him now.
With little lies like that, you managed to keep his worries at bay.
But your head in the clouds didn’t mean you’d forgotten about your studies. You had big things you were working towards, no one could stop that, no matter how small they seemed to your dance partner.
The thing was, you didn’t see the fruits of your efforts sprouting until they landed in the palms of your hands. “- that’s what we think, do you have any objections?” Your home room teacher said, looking at you proudly.
“I-I’m sorry, could you repeat that?” You stuttered lightly, to which she chuckled and nodded.
“We think, considering how much your grades have improved, that we should try moving you up to class one.” And there it was. The delicious fruits of your labour. God, you wish you could savour this flavour more, but they needed an answer, and you were more than willing to give!
“Yes!”
You were floating. Glowing and radiant all at once. Nothing can stop you.
You pick up the pace in this dance and twirl you both around, “hey Atsumu!” You greeted him at school, smiling so brightly that for a second he was blinded. He was with Osamu and Suna - but you’d only realise that later, “guess what just happened.” A sing-song voice so pitch perfect pulled from your own throat and shocked you somehow.
His face was covered with a mix of shock and disgust, not that you cared right now, because you should be allowed in the spotlight sometimes too.
Does he not understand that?
Your dance was pulled to an immediate halt.
A standoff between the two of you.
The way he looked at you… God, it should have hurt more than it did. But it didn’t, so you continued. “Wow, aren’t you a supportive friend?” Sarcasm filled your tone, but that didn’t stop you from glowing. You were on a high and no one could drag you down.
“What are you doing?” He asked you in a slightly aggressive hushed tone that you could only counter with a scowl. This always happened when you were kids. But you weren’t kids anymore. There wasn’t any excuse. Deep down, you knew that, but you couldn’t find it in your heart to care.
“Oh, right, sorry. I almost forgot my place.” You heard a sharp intake somewhere to your left. “But since I almost forgot it, I realised I don’t much like it. I’m not a toy you can play with when you want. I’m a person, I have feelings. I have a life beyond you, not that you would know anything about tha-”
“Hey! That isn’t true. I know plenty about you.” Atsumu tried to counter, but you knew you had him in a corner, and so did he.
“Really?” You questioned, brow perfectly quirked. “Then tell me, Miya, tell me one true thing about me: what have I been working towards for the past few months?”
And there it was. A pause you knew was coming, one that was long and uncomfortable. One that fills you with a passion for hatred that consumes you.
It wasn’t surprising. He didn’t know you. He never cared about you. Honestly, you were dumb to think he did.
You scoffed, stepping away from him. “I should have known. I did know. Guess I just wanted to believe it was true, that you cared about me as much as I cared about you.” Deep in his eyes looked heart broken, you could see that. “But I don’t need that. I deserve better than that.”
When you turned away from him, you pulled away from the dance, leaving him watching you as you started to dance by yourself for the first time.
———
Every victory is bittersweet.
The bitterness was that you no longer had someone to completely thrash at Mario Kart, and that your mom would question where that sweet Miya disappeared off to.
The sweetness was that you rarely had to see him. You were now in Class 1. Your dreams and aspirations slowly come true and you can almost taste it.
The future you have is coming over the horizon.
But, for a second, it pauses.
Across the dance floor, you meet eyes with Suna Rintarou as he watches you spin and dance. You watch him take a step forward, his feet touching the same ground as you as he sways playfully around you.
“Hey.” Suna was seated on the opposite end of the room as you, but he’d taken the time to come and approach you. If that wasn’t beautiful, you didn’t know what was.
“Hi.” Your little crush flickered back to life as you got to finally speak to him.
“L/N, right? Atsumu’s friend?” He said, and you couldn’t help but scowl.
“I am L/N, that much is true, but I am not Miya’s friend.”
He pulled up a chair next to you, “he told me about you. Something about how you’d known each other forever. I don’t know. I just thought it was cool how you stood up to him.” Suna said, your breath hitched in your throat.
“Uh, thanks?” The little laugh that escapes is far too close to cutesy that you can only imagine how painstakingly obvious your crush is.
“Yeah,” he looked away, how you wished he didn’t, his eyes were captivating, “hey, I was thinking-”
Sneakily, he’d danced up to you, you didn’t even know when, but suddenly he was beside you; his hand reached out for yours-
“-maybe, you’d wanna hang out after school?”
-and suddenly, you were dancing all over again.
“Yes.” You replied, breathy and nervous. “I would like that.”
“Cool.” He met your eyes. “I would too.”
———
Suna Rintarou doesn’t just sway.
Despite how it may seem, when he dances, he puts all his effort into it. He twirls and lifts you, dipping you carefully underneath the crystal ball, in tune - maybe even a little slower pace, as if he hoped it wouldn’t ever end - and when you were too dizzy, he’d slow down, letting you lead the pace.
Of course, you twirled him, too. Though they never went nearly as gracefully as he did, though that was because you were so much shorter (still, he bent down under your arm and chuckled along).
You felt lucky, loved, and appreciated.
Except when he’d beat you at Mario Kart, but you could forgive him when he sends you a gift on your Animal Crossing.
“Are you two dating?” Your friends ask, and you can only sigh weakly in the best of ways.
They all knew your response, and they were all so happy for you.
Dancing with Suna, was everything you’d ever dreamt.
