synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list.
pairing: various x gn!reader [ kags, akaashi, atsumu, kenma ]
warnings: cursing, suggestive language, mild objectification, mentions of cheating, cringe descriptions that aren’t 100% accurate lol
notes: based this off how my friend and i speculate about how the men in hq would be like in bed sooo it’s really just a little jokey joke, so have fun with her :] thinking of making more parts of this with other characters, lemme know what you guys think, and hope you enjoy!!
To be completely honest, KAGEYAMA wouldn’t know much about the list aside from maybe surface level stuff. He knew it was full of nonsensical speculations, nothing but weird projections put onto strangers by other strangers who found them attractive. It creeped him out a little, so that’s as far as he wished to know.
Plus, he had no reason to care about some dumb list—He had you.
“Have you seen this bullshit?!” Well, speak of the devil.
All the training in the world couldn’t have prepared his reflexes for the amount of whiplash you put him through in the span of ten seconds. There he was, minding his business in his dorm room, chilling with a volleyball, then BAM; he’s getting bum-rushed by his 5-foot-something significant other with smoke coming through their ears.
Good thing you had a key because the setter was certain you would’ve smashed right through his door by sheer force.
“Huh??” Frankly, you startled the poor man. The ball that was in the middle of being set toward the ceiling came barreling down on his face, causing him more disorientation. “See—ouch. See what?”
You stood there next to his bed, one hand on your hip while the other practically shoved your phone in his face. He squinted at the harsh light, but eventually his eyes adjusted enough to read the post. His lips formed a confused pout. “That stupid, horny hit-list? What about it?”
“What about it? Some bitch put you on there! Just listen to this garbage, ‘Tobio Kageyama. 6’2ft stoic, and mean Dom who’s pretty damn good with his hands. It’s obvious how much of a perfectionist he is, so be ready for some killer overstimulation. Probably won’t make any noise, and doesn’t know much about aftercare. Overall score: 6/10’. Are they deadass right now?”
Ah. Now he gets it.
He figured it was only a matter of time, homie was very much aware of his status around campus, not to mention being a looker to top it off. However, he figured being in a relationship would lessen his chances of him ending up on it, especially since you weren’t a secret or anything. Guess that list really had no morality after all. Who’d have thought?
“you taught me ruin taste like honey if you close your eyes long enough.”
[Warnings for this chapter: Extreme Misogyny, Domestic/Emotional Abuse, Sexual Violence, Dubious Consent, Coerced Intimacy, Consensual S/M, Hate-Fuck, Psychological Manipulation, Abuse as Coping Mechanism , Graphic Depictions of Violence, Mutual Abuse, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat]
"There is no force so final, nor freedom so costly, as the daughter paying the debt of the sword."
Summary : She was the final coin struck from a broken mold—minted in shame, spent in panic. When the pillars of her lineage splintered, she was surrendered as tender: a breathing, trembling reprieve purchased for the already condemned.
A Note from the Author
This work is a dark and unromanticized exploration of trauma, abuse, and political coercion set within the fictional world of Jujutsu Kaisen.
I must state clearly: I do not condone, romanticize, or endorse any of the abusive or violent behaviors depicted within this narrative. The actions of Naoya Zenin are portrayed as monstrous, toxic, and unacceptable. This story is an unflinching look at a character’s survival against systemic violence, and her eventual, destructive quest for liberation.
This is my personal, non-canon interpretation of Naoya Zenin and an Original Character's journey through absolute political and emotional degradation.
Reader discretion is absolutely essential.
The moment a mother gives birth to a daughter, she was already doomed from the fall of the brutality of this world they lived in.
It does not matter if she was the first in line, if she has a promising future, or she has the potential to be the greatest, in the piercing eyes of the time, the daughter will always be the one to pay for the crimes of men who cowers behind tall walls of their home.
She could only remember how fast the wedding went by.
The wife could remember how heavy the silks that wrapped her body, how she barely moved, her body was constricted in tight clothing, funny how she thought of that; might as well get used to it when she married to the Zen’in clan, because in the next seconds of her life, she’s expected to act as a gentle, obedient wife.
But what stuck to her the most was the sight of her father. He was not in the front, nor even in the middle, but relegated to the far back of the solemn, formal, and quiet Ancestral Hall. That was the true price of the contract: their family, now low-ranking scum who were desperate enough to give away their only potential to be one of the greatest. That was all she was. A wasted potential.
She looked at him, swallowing thickly at his sight, he is really pitiful, wasn’t he? He was once a protector of their clan, a leader, and a core defensive strength that acted as a pillar of this family. Now he was just a pitiful man with burn marks all over his skin, eyes losing its sight, and with a tight deadline on his life. He sustained a debilitating injury that resulted in permanent, severe Cursed energy depletion, he is a useless as lamb for slaughter.
Ever since this happened, his rivals that used to sit back quietly had moved in to dismantle the infrastructure of the family. It was like a domino effect. First, a major funding contract was suddenly and unjustly revoked due to political maneuvering, they took the advantage like hungry sharks waiting for its food. Then the clan took out its generational wealth to fund their small barrier, a safehouse, some guards and essential Cursed Tools, until there was none left.
So what was the last wealth a man to give in times of desperation and humiliation?
His daughter.
The woman could only remember how fast the wedding went by.
Her cheek twitched when she felt Naoya’s hand on her shoulder, pulling her closer, his lips pressed to her ear, the sound barely audible over the chanting. “Smile.” He squeezed her in disguise of affection. “You’re spoiling this happy occasion with that frown on your pretty face.” His hand slides down, slipping beneath to grope her tit, giving it a squeeze.
Fucking shameless.
Her lip twitched before she gave him a side glance. “This entire banquet could almost resemble a damn funeral.” Though there was amusement in his eyes, he squeezed harder as a warning, this made her whimper out of her lips. She could only clenched her fist in her lap. "Maybe it does, woman. A funeral for your former life. And speaking of funerals, do you know why women don't belong at them? Because they can't help but make a spectacle of themselves when quiet composure is required."
She glared at him, only for him to sneer before pulling away, fixing a hair behind her ear. “Just shut up, will you?” It was almost a sin how charming he sound. “Be glad you’re part of this family now, the only reason I agreed to this farce is that your technique is an asset for our defenses, and at least you’re pretty enough to look at when I fuck you later.”
“Ha!” She looked at him in disbelief, she knew he was vile, but not to this extent. “You are really a fucking pig.” Naoya let out a low, smooth chuckle that didn't reach his cold eyes. He leaned back in slightly, the amusement in his sneer now palpable.
"A pig who just purchased the finest broodmare in the region," he purred, deliberately using the most degrading term he could think of. "And you know what broodmare do best? They squeal when they're finally bred, and they keep the farmer rich."
She could only looked down when he raised his sake towards his father’s speech, not even wanting to listen to whatever traditional beliefs they’ll shove down to her throat.
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It was expected of her. She knew that. The women before her knew that. It does not mean she likes it still. The bathing, the oils, the robing, all leads to one road. Consummation.
Or how she likes to call it— a humiliation ritual.
“For a man who’s supposed to be the fastest, you’re late.” She says when she heard the door slide open before closing, she had her arms crossed against her chest, looking outside the window just to watch the leaves moves at the gardens.
Naoya paused, his hands still resting on the shoji screen door latch, letting the silence draw taut. He didn't rush, which was ironic even for him. He turned slowly, his eyes—cold, sharp gold—taking in the sight of her in the subordinate kimono, the new Zenin colors a stark contrast to her freshly washed skin. "Patient," he corrected, his voice a low, smooth purr that was infinitely more menacing than a shout. He pushed off the doorframe and took a slow, deliberate step into the room. "I was giving my newest toy a chance to appreciate her new cage and worry about what happens next."
He let a chilling smile spread across his face, his gaze focusing on her mouth. "I suppose you are more eager for this than you let on.”
“Eager?” she spat, her tone razor-sharp with venom, looking back at her husband who just looked at her with disinterest and somehow that annoyed her more, there was a beat of silence, his eyes looked at her face and linger down to her body before his lips twitched as if he was disgusted she even spoke without his permission. “There’s nothing to be eager about, especially from you—“ And in the space of a single breath, his hand was on her throat. He moved with the impossible, cutting speed of his technique. The other hand violently snagged the silk of her kimono. Naoya made a squeeze that instantly crushed her air, forcing a soundless gasp and twisting her face into a grimace. Her own hand instinctively clamped down on the wrist that held her.
"You know," he spat, his eyes alight with cruel amusement, "I'm getting real fucking tired of that mouth. Makes me wonder if your pathetic family did anything to discipline you to obey, or if I have to teach you from scratch what submission feels like."
There it was, she was wondering why it took him long to snap. She could only laugh mockingly at his face when she hears the word submission. “Fuck you, Naoya. You think you can break me? Me?”
Naoya moved fast, he ripped the silks off her body and he immediately lunged to her neck, his teeth biting down her skin before he pressed kisses frantically down the length of her neck. His hands palmed her tits, humming in delight as he marveled how they fit perfectly on his. A soft moan escapes her and she immediately snarled at him like a ferocious animal who was about to fight back, her one hand clutched his collar when his thumb brushed over her nipple that immediately perked up from the attention of the cold air.
“I don’t need to break you.” Naoya rasped out, pushing her forward the wall and ripped away her panty without hesitation, his leg slotting between her legs, forcing her to grind her clit on him. “I just need to fuck this cunt over and over again ‘till you give this clan a brat.” Her free hand reached out and slapped his face, his head turned and there was only a beat of silence, she couldn’t tell if the heat rising in her chest was panic or rage and she saw— she saw how his lips curled to a sadistic smile, his hand palmed his hard cock underneath his hakama while he still pinned her to that wall.
“Bitch—” he sneered, slamming her to the wall that nearly took her breath away. And her hands grabbed his hair, yanking him back with force but that didn’t stopped him, instead he teared his own clothing off, hell, she didn’t even realized how fast he moved until he spread her when he hiked her leg up his waist and his cock buried inside her pussy without any preparation. “Fuck!” She screams out with tears pricking the corner of her eyes. Gods, he was fucking big, her walls hugged his cock and she hated how it made her feel good.
Naoya didn’t even spared her a damn second at all, the moment he was buried inside of her with his fat dick kissing her womb, he could only sneer down at her before he leans down, biting down to her lips to make sure it bled. “Look at you,” he growled against the shell of her ear, pulling back to make sure she felt every inch of him and slamming it back with no regard for her at all. He was relentless, his thrust rough and deep, each one driving a ragged moan from his wife’s lips that he drank it like it was a reward. “You’re pretty pussy is soaking up my cock, already taking me so damn well. Ha, I didn’t know your family raised a fucking slut.”
She threw her head back, and a sound like a small, dry branch snapping echoed in the quiet room. Naoya hissed a sharp curse, the sickening crack of his nose instantly followed by the hot, metallic slide of blood streaming over his lips and chin. He froze, momentarily stunned. The silence was absolute—then it broke, he pulled out of her and his hand clamping down on the nape of her neck. He slammed her back onto the futon. “You still got some fight, huh?” He spat, holding the squirming woman underneath him. She growled at him and his hand made a sharp contact on her ass, making her mewl out in pain, her hand reaching out to crawl away from. “I’m going to kill you.” She barked at him.
“Whatever.” he muttered at her, pinning her down while his hand pumped his glistening cock before he slides inside her again with a groan. “Fuuuck, you’re tight.” He pressed his chest down to her back, nipping her shoulder as his hand grabbed her waist, he didn’t even care when the blood from his nose splattered down from her shoulder, he rut his hips to fuck her into oblivion.
The woman panted with every thrust, she could feel his cock deep inside her pussy and she knew she hated herself for even enjoying how her cunt sucked him in as if it was desperate to be filled up with him. He snickered the moment his eyes were drawn to her parted lips leaving soft pants, he nipped the shell of her ear. “See, you’re much more better when your moaning like a bitch in a heat.”
This made her turn her head and looked over her shoulder to give him a disparaging smile. “Funny you say that,” she panted. “‘Cause you fuck like one.”
He met her smile, and she finds herself laid on her back. He grasped her hips, the movement swift and decisive, pulling her back and rolling her onto the futon in one fluid motion. Before she could process the shift, he was between her thighs, his weight settled and familiar, and he bullied into her puffy pussy again. “You just don’t shut up do you?” He grunted with every thrust. “I think I'll have to teach you the difference between speaking and submitting, won't I?"
She reached out, her manicured sharp nails finding purchase on his chest, raking deep trails of crimson along the taut skin, while her other hand flew up and connected sharply with his face, leaving three vivid, bloody scores across his sculpted cheekbone.
And Naoya fucking loved it because he felt how tight, wet heat clenched like she was just made for this, her hips were meeting up to meet his thrusts like she was defying him. His hand wrapped around her neck and his pace turned brutal that she couldn’t even get a word in. He slapped away her hand to pin it down beside her head and he leaned down, kissing her lips messily, she could taste the metal. “Hear that?” He growled against her. “Your needy little pussy wants me, sweetheart, gonna spill every fucking drop inside you and you better take it.”
She spat on him, her saliva and the blood from his nose mixed and he gave her a feral grin from above, he let out a filthy groan as she clenched around him again, his cock twitching inside her. He could feel every ripple of his pleasure, like her sweet cunt was squeezing the life out of him on purpose. “Ha!” he breathed out, he held her cheeks to make her to look at him. “You liked that. You like to hear how much I want to paint this greedy pussy up white.”
His hands slid down to grip the back of her thighs, spreading them just enough so he could see where they were joined. His thumb pressed down to her swollen bud and she twitched at that, sensitive from the way he’s fucking her. “Look a that, got the prettiest goddamn pussy I’ve ever seen— fuck, tight little thing takes me so damn well, makes me forget you’re a disobedient slut.” His thumb brushed over where they were joined again, before slipping between their bodies to circle that sensitive bundle of nerves. It’s not like he cared for her pleasure, but there was a sadistic feeling in him liked how desperate she looked.
“Shit,” he growled out, voice rough and broken. His hips snapped forward with one last brutal push— deep enough to make sure she felt every inch of him before spilling inside exactly where her cunt begged for it. “There we go.” He rolled his hips languidly, the ropes of his cum filled her up while he bites down to her shoulder. The sudden, sharp weight of his body ceased. He rolled off her without a word, leaving the oppressive space between them cold and suddenly vast. She felt the heavy, wet evidence of his satisfaction, but inside, there was nothing. No release, no relief—only a vast, ringing hollow. Her body was still humming from the exertion, but her mind was terrifyingly quiet, the emptiness a stark, cold counterpoint to the heat he had just abandoned.
“You finished. That quick?” She curled her lips, a jab to his performance, her eyes watched him spread her legs to watch the bead of his cum rolling out between her folds before he push them back with his finger. Naoya snickered. “I spent exactly as much time on you as you are worth.”
This made the sneer on her face drop to glower at him. A small, bitter laugh escaped her throat, utterly devoid of humor. "Is that all you have, Naoya?" Her eyes locked onto the blood drying on his face. "Funny. I thought the price was my whole life, not five minutes of your strained performance.”
The wife immediately push him down, she didn’t even let him speak before she spat on his softened cock, pulling a sharp, involuntary hiss of breath from Naoya. Her soft hand wrapped around him, and she felt it twitch. He didn’t even try to stop her; he watched with that same dangerous glint. “If I’m going to be stuck to this shitty family, might as well get my enjoyment for what I’m actually here for.”
She did not look at his face. She looked only at the livid, fresh scratch marks running down his cheek, and squeezed. In that moment, the wife wasn't seeking pleasure; she was simply proving that even his body was hers to violate and control like he will.
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★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.
★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.
★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.
★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.
★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.
★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.
★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"
★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.
★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.
★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...
★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.
★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.
★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.
★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.
★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.
★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.
★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.
★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.
★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.
★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.
★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.
★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.
★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.
★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.
★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."
★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."
★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.
★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.
★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.
★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."
★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."
★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.
★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.
★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.
★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.
★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.
tags : she/her pronouns, fluff, osamu being a menace, just fluff
notes: it’s been a while since I posted! Here’s my draft!!!
Miya Osamu was always dubbed as “the level headed twin” or the “calm twin” when they first met the chef of Onigiri Miya but the truth is;
He’s just as chaotic as his brother, Miya Atsumu. So don’t let the “i’m bored” façade fool you because the chef knows what he is doing.
Especially what he’s doing right now, tightening all the jars from the cupboard mumbling about stupid jars who watched the argument unfold in front of them when his wife is out— buying groceries for today.
He can be reasonable, he’ll say sorry when Osamu knows he’s in the wrong, but today he reasons to himself that; “we’re married for years now! I thought she didn’t want the chicken crispy skin anymore so me, a loving husband, decided to finish it and i’m in the wrong and now she’s giving me the silent treatment, we will have to do this in the hard way!”
which brings him today, finally tightened all the jar of condiments before placing them where they were before with a triumphant smile, feeling smug and mischievous at the thought of his wife struggling to open the jars. But for now, he’ll have to keep his excitement in.
It’s been an hour when Miya (Name) came home and sittimg by the dinner table, Osamu was “reading” some newspaper in the kitchen which he already read this early morning after the silly fight, eyes flickering to his wife who’s still giving him the silent treatment while preparing dinner and looking back again at the crossword puzzles evertime she turns around at his direction.
The silence was defeaning— even the occasionally clanging of pots and pans being prepared and the constant tapping of the pencil against the table in Osamu’s hand that it’s obvious (Name) was getting awkward from the way she keeps giving the pencil a hard look of annoyance before starting to cook.
That’s when Osamu gave a shit eating grin behind the newspaper when (Name) reached out for a jar and tries to open it, strewn of curses left her lips when she realize the jar is too tight (which she was pretty sure it wasn’t this tight before?). He watched in amusement when she tried to do anything to get the jar open, even using her shirt to get it open but alas; nothing works.
That she could only stares in disbelief at the traitorous jar on her hand, words mocking her as if saying “oh you want it? Work hard to open it.” That only made her bit her lips in annoyance, she knows the perfect man for the job, even if her pride is on the line, their food must come first.
“‘Samu.” He finally looks up, biting the inside of his cheeks to stop smiling and raised an eyebrow to his wife who was looking at the jar with so much hatred. “Open this up.” It wasn’t a question or a plea, it’s a demand that part of him wants to deny just to see her struggling but decided not to.
“Aw, sure, c’mere.” Osamu said and stood up from his seat, trying not to smile that will give him away when he puts down the newspaper, motioning (Name) to come forward and with a dejected sigh, she walks over to his direction, eyes still at the jar before placing it on Osamu’s open hand, eyes glinting mischievously when he easily opened the jar in one twist.
Before (Name) could reach out for the jar, Osamu held it over his head and grabbed her arm with his free hand, pulling her toward to his chest at ease, making (Name) yelp in surprise at the sudden contact then wrapped both of his arms to keep her in place.
“Ha, got’cha, baby.” Osamu said and (Name) didn’t give a chance to glare at him when he began peppering kisses at her cheek, jaw to her neck that the wife couldn’t help but let out a merry laugh that Osamu loves so much as she tries to pull away from her husband who showed no signs of letting her go, still attacking her with affection.
“Stop.” She whines, her hand on his broad chest and lightly pushing him away but his arms tightened around her, head burying on her neck with a satisfied grin when he finally made her smile. “I’m still mad.” (Name) jest, arms wrapping around him and patting his back when the chef groaned at her statement and shake his head with a playful pout. “No, yer not.” He mumbles before relaxing at her arms.
Moments like this in household Miya was something to cherish and Miya Osamu will make sure to keep this specific event in mind so he could tell them to his future kids, imagining how they’ll react and laugh at their poor mother who was just victim of Osamu’s mischievousness, will they inherit his personality?
He hopes they do but (Name) hopes not, she wish that they’ll get his good looks instead! There’s already two chaotic Miyas in Japan and she’s not planning to add more, God help this country if their kids ends up inheriting both good looks and personality from their father—
“You’re so lame for eating my chicken skins, love.”
“Oh shut up,” Osamu pulls away and pressed a quick kiss on (Name)’s soft lips, finally sending a playful grin at her when her eyes full of love met his. “Ya married this lame person.”
“This is the only way I’ll be sure to protect you without them targeting your back: Marry me.”
“Don’t shackle yourself like this, ‘Toru.”
FIVE THIRTY AM
Gojo (Name) will always wake up earlier before her husband, Gojo Satoru, and find herself in the same exact intimate position every morning ever since the chaotic duo got married for the past seven years, where Satoru’s arms are wrapped around her waist, pulling her to his embrace, head buried in the crook of her neck, letting his soft snore muffled under her embrace.
(Name) would always reciprocate his touches because it brought her so much comfort and security in his arms she craves so much.
After a minute trying to wake herself up, she let her chin rest on the top of his head with her arms wrapped around his neck, stroking the soft white hair between her fingers because she loves how it feels to hold him like this, making Satoru snuggled up to her more, craving warmth every second that has passed.
Maybe this is one thing that’s uncharacteristic of him she likes him about the most, that only (Name) could see— he’s touch starved that he practically melts under his wife’s touch, seeking them every chance he gets when they’re alone.
(Name) naturally understand her other half of course, this man besides her always has his infinity on everytime the two step outside and the only way Gojo Satoru, the strongest, gets to rest is when they are behind closed doors. Humming to herself lightly at the thought, the woman could almost find it endearing and almost fooled herself to think he’s in love with her.
They could say they’re in love, but not in the way people think of their definition of love is just because they were married.
Gojo Satoru and (Name) love each other where they fool themselves they’re still in their highschool, acting as if they’re still young and joking around, pranking and such, never growing up from that phase. Refusing to grow up in the part of their lives love the most.
But to say they’re in love with each other so much where they share their mind, heart and soul? (Name) thinks it’s cute if he would do that for her, his wife, but she knows he wouldn’t and not one bit did (name) mind, it’s not very much like him if he would do that for his close friend who only married her because she’s only a blink away from death.
(Name) stopped caressing his hair and stared at the clock by their bedside, it says five thirty five am.
Right.
(Name) was supposed to be executed. She’s supposed to be dead— because she was framed of aiding Geto Suguru for killing one hundred and twelve people in his hometown, she could almost laugh in disbelief because she didn’t knew anything about her junior’s crimes yet.
She vividly remembered the night where she invited him inside her apartment to have some tea because he looked so tired. (Name) was so oblivious that she didn’t want to acknowledge his sudden change of demeanor and the off beat energy that surrounds him and she wished she had asked, almost every day the woman blames herself for letting him go down to a path he can’t come back.
“But what would change? I know him like the lines of my hand, he wouldn’t stop once he’s set onto something, I can’t even convince him to stop because we both knew. We both knew what he did was unforgivable and cannot be looked past.” She told herself, chest burns where she can still the stinging betrayal.
Pressing her lips against Gojo’s head and taking a long deep breath after that haunting memory, she continued to caress his white hair again that eased her nerves, the night came flashing in her mind of how exactly she’s alive right now.
One faithful day in March 2010, fresh out of graduation, (Name) was placed in Tokyo Jujustu High to become a teacher for the second years sorcerers, where she had her own office and everything looked so perfect, she was beyond happy to finally help young students because it’s been a dream of hers to change the future of the Jujutsu society but what goes through her mind was as she looked in the four corner room with tears threatening to spill is; “what a waste, and here I was excited to be a teacher.”
(Name) is going to get executed in the next 48 hours— now only have less than 30 hours. Sinking in her couch, she looked up in the ceiling, obviously defeated and spent that she couldn’t do anything about it, even her mentor, the man who took care of her she was a child, Yaga, accepted in defeat and she couldn’t exactly blame him, no matter how painful it is. (Name) is merely waiting to greet death as if they were old friends.
“I haven’t even gone to disneyland with Gojo yet.” Murmuring to herself, recalling the moment that she wants to go to Disneyland with him because of a stupid joke they had back in college. She stretched her limbs, hearing the joints make a soft crack before closing her eyes to relax one last time.
Three minutes in her slumber, a familiar presence chilled the woman’s body but she didn’t have to open her eyes to see who it was when they sat on the couch opposite of her, it’s funny how (name) memorized Gojo’s action naturally as breathing.
He didn’t say anthing but that piqued her interest more. “Hmm?” Cracking one eye open, she took note on how different Gojo is, his eyes looked tired just like that day and he’s frowning deeply, looking at her quietly, watching her every moves like a hawk.
“You just got dumped again, huh, ‘Toru?” She murmured, letting a small teasingly smile onto his way but he didn’t bother to smile back and this is how the woman knows he’s serious that she dropped her smile, (she mentally notes that you don’t fuck around Gojo Satoru if he’s dead serious about something and vice versa.)
He says her name quietly and she immediately straightened up in her seat, concerned when she heard how tired he sounds right now, eyes looking at his blue ones (she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses today.) “I know you didn’t helped him, you wouldn’t hurt non-sorcerers, and I won’t let you die because they failed to kill him.” He explained slowly, his words processing through her brain before nodding to let him continue.
“I won’t forgive myse—“ his breath hitched in his throat, eyes suddenly looking at the floor like it was an interesting thing before shaking his head, “you were just caught up in some trouble that doesn’t have anything to do with you in the first place and i’m not letting those old geezers have their way.”
Inhaling deeply, this was the first time (Name) saw him nervous, he reached something in his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, straight to the point, he wasted no time to let her know his intentions.
She stiffened and hold her breath at the sight before her, (name) knows what’s about to happen as Gojo flipped open the box, revealing a diamond ring between the soft black cushion, “since when did Gojo had that ring? That’s unlikely of him.” She thought, humoring herself as she thought of him looking at jewelry shop for diamond rings as if he was buying groceries in one Sunday afternoom.
“This is the only way I’ll be sure to protect you without them targeting your back: Marry me.”
It wasn’t a question, more of a demand.
(Name) couldn't hold her laugh, it brings no humor, only disbelief because she knew Gojo will do something about her situation but she didn't expect this. For forcing himself to settle down when they both knew he can not commit to a relationship, let alone marriage. This is like sending a huge middle finger to the higher ups and to his family.
Gojo? Marriage? For her? A grade 1 sorcerer who likes to cause trouble for others? (name) covered her face with her hand, a pained smile evident on her lips, tears forming in the corner of her eyes because she wasn’t prepared for the sudden help she’s receiving from the Gojo Satoru himself and with this sudden proposal. (Name) finds herself to humor that she wanted a proper proposal, like under the moonligt candlelit dinner and not on some lonely office before her execution, though it could make a great story to tell to the kids under Gojo’s wing; Megumi and Tsumiki. Seeing Tsumiki smile and Megumi uninterested look would make her day.
Stopping herself from her stupid thoughts when the man in front of her was serious, the guilt was starting to grow dreadful in her chest and she couldn’t help but allow her tears fall freely down to her cheeks, not minding one bit acting helpless in front of her junior.
It’s a pretty good plan, (Name) admits. If the two of them gets married, no one— not even the higher ups will dare mess with the strongest and the person he got married to because if they did, Gojo Satoru wouldn’t waste his time being a pacifist, he will destroy them if it’s needed, he’s just finding a reason not to obliterate them to dust and that reason is (Name). The woman he wants to protect. Yes, it’s a good plan but something ugly reared on her head that she forced to swallow a sob and let out a shaky breath.
“I know rebound is your thing, ‘Toru, but at least invite me to dinner first.” She jokingly said, but her voice wavered, chest tightening that she would almost forgot how to breath and somehow, it hurts really bad.
(Name) loves Gojo Satoru really, she loves him as a friend that you would ride and die for, go to jail with, the white haired man has done so much for her that she’s ashamed to show her face around him because she hasn’t repaid all the help he gave her, and now he’s doing such lengths again for her as if he’s not aware he’s going down with her.
When Gojo says her name again, her heart dropped to her stomach and that’s the second time she saw him vulnerable because this time he was desperate, he doesn’t need to say anything when his eyes on her could tell her everything she needed to know.
“Please,” she whispers softly, moving her hand to look at him, her eyes meeting his blue ones to show she’s okay, that she can put up with a brave façade and refusing to act weak around him because she knows he despised the weak, ‘at least let me go looking strong one last time for you.’ She wants to say but (Name) couldn’t find herself to lie to his face, not when they’re vulnerable to eachother’s presence for the second time.
“Don’t shackle yourself like this, ‘Toru.”
“Just this once,” he says, (name) could only let out a bitter frown when his voice goes quiet, his playful personality wasn’t present in this room, another lone tear streamed down her cheek when she looked at him because she’s scared for herself and what will Gojo do if they finally killed her off.
“He lost so much, what will finally push him to the edge?” She asked herself, the thought of him losing another love one was unbearable to think about it, she still remembers how broken he was when Geto Suguru betrays them. Is this his way of redeeming himself because he couldn’t help his one and only straying down the path he cannot pull himself off?
“Yes, maybe.” she thinks. It’s painstakingly clear as light of the day. Geto Suguru and (Full Name) were his closest friends, the ones who understand him when no one can and everyone will be damned if they took (Name) away, she knows that Gojo can’t imagine without her in this lifetime because whether they like it or not, (Name) had placed herself in his life.
The ring is now between his index finger and thumb, his other hand reaching out for her. “Let me protect you, I can’t lose you, anyone but you.”
This was surprisingly uncharacteristic of him but at the same time it’s so much like him to do this that she smiled, it didn’t reached her eyes but she smiled. (Name) reached out, her hand was shaking so bad because she knows what she wants and knowing the ugly consequences of it but is it so bad to be selfish of wanting to live and make more memories with her love ones? She wants to be save, he knew that and he will.
Her hand grabbed his delicately, his thumb caressing her knuckles attempting to calm her down because she was shaking so much, whispering words of encouragement, telling her that it’s alright, he’s right here, let him handle this. Gojo slipped the diamond ring on her finger and (Name) admires it and was genuinely surprised it fits her perfectly.
“You’re so cruel, ‘Toru.” (Name) meant differently when she uttered those words but for now, she’ll let her fate be at the palm of his hands and maybe soon, she’ll explain what those meant.
six a.m when the alarm ruined her thoughts.
Gojo groaned distastefully at the annoying blare of the alarm, eyebrows furrowing and forcing to pull away from her embrace to turn it off before snuggling up to her again.
They may not love eachother as a married couple but they do love to act intimate with eachother. As of lately, (Name) noticed he’s been clingy (not in a bad way, of course.) ever since he brought out the idea of spending time with eachother few months ago.
“We’ve been married for like— seven years? And we didn’t get to spend time together because of our job— hey! Stop giving me that look, I know! I know we don’t like eachother that way but I think it’ll be nice.” (Name) recalls how Gojo acted one night, a smile appearing on her lips at the sudden memory, the thought of Gojo genuinely helping her made her feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Ever since Fushiguro Tsumiki got comatosed around in April, (Name) starts to blame herself for not protecting Megumi’s older sister and would distance herself from her social cirle that her husband starts to appear on her side almost everyday that he brings her along to a mission or meeting that didn’t really require her presence— but Gojo doesn’t want to let his wife to be alone in a thought when she feels like she’s useless and he helped her get back on her feet. He really means it when he said he wants to protect her and that made her feel safe, something she longed for the longest time.
This physical touch of intimacy and his words of affection helped her, slowly building up her confidence and she couldn’t help but seek to him more and more.
Gojo started to run his thumb across her back as if comforting her, something he likes to do everytime they’re together and this made (Name) let out a small hum, her nails going down on his back, drawing circles and such. “Good morning to you too.” She murmured and tried to sit up, but he groaned playfully, he tightened his arms around her to keep her in place.
“Five more minutes.” Gojo grumbled and (name) lets out a hearty laugh, she pats his back softly, he really does love to act like a clingy husband, she loves it but if (Name) admitted that out loud, she wouldn’t hear the end of it that she can already picture Gojo with a shit eating grin and teasing her in front of their students.
“You can stay five more minutes in the bed, because i’m not, I have to cook for our breakfast and i’m starving! I went grocery yesterday because i’m tired of you taking me out almost everyday on a restaurant.” She complains, prying away from his arms and he still didn’t budge.
“Eh, we’ll try the new restaurant down the street.” He murmurs but that didn’t convinced her.
“New restaurant?” She teased, looking at Gojo who’s looking at her expectantly, a lazy smiled adorned his lips. He looks so ethereal, his white hair is all messed up but still manage to look pretty, he looks like he wants to get back to sleep from the way he struggles to open his eyes but she can see how it lits up when she gave a teasing smile. Pressing her forehead against his, she playfully poke his nose with her finger. “You just want to eat something sweet, so no, eat vegetables ‘Toru.”
The two of them noticed their innocent intimate act is natural between the two of them, as if they’re doing this for years, from the way he holds her hand, a rare soft smile plastered on his lips when she pinched his cheeks playfully. “Eh…” he pouted that earned another laugh out of her.
“You’ll live, ya big baby.” (Name) finally pried off his arms around her and stood up from their shared bed, making her way to the kitchen and ignoring Gojo’s soft whining about her needing to give him affection or else he would die.
What a drama queen, she thought. But that drama queen is her husband that she finds herself falling in love with but refuse to see it.
Hello, Calla Lily here! I’m the same author for this one! If you love JJK, please give this one a chance! I remember season 2 is now coming! I’ll hop onto this one after i’m done with my activities !
oh i actually like to write my men just a little bit utterly and irrevocably obsessed with me to the point i’m the center of their universe and they would lose all sense of purpose and desire to function if i wasn’t in their life, ya know? as a treat
summary : in which (Name) throw curses at Osamu Miya for being the reason she’s in pain.
tags : pregnancy labor, (name) pushing out the baby, soft fluff, mentions of sex, cursing and crying, (name) being an absolute menace
a/n: don’t ask me why i created this, idk why, i dont have baby fever ok i just find it hilarious on tiktok when the wives are saying the most out of pocket words when delivering a baby 😭 anyways quick one shot because I haven’t written anything
Fat tears were strolling down (Name)’s cheeks and nothing hurts more for Osamu Miya to know he’s the reason for her pain.
“You did this to me!” (Name) screamed in pain, her hand curling around Osamu’s large one, trying to comfort his wife in labor, ignoring her iron grip that could tear out his hand away from his body, trying hard to supress the pain appearing in his features because (Name)’s obviously having it worse. Yes, she’s pushing that baby with all her might, trying not to dissapoint the doctors who’s helping her trying to get her baby out of her.
“You’re doing amazing, my love.” Osamu whispered, eyes looking at his wife’s feature, even she looks like a messy teenager who got her first heartbreak in seventh grade, she’s still so breathtaking especially she’s the one who carried his kids. Alas, even with words of encouragement, he married a dragon.
“Fuck you, Osamu! We’re never having sex again!” Another whimpered was dragged out to her lips, more fresh tears coming out. “Oh my God, this baby better be cute!”
“I can see the hair—!” The nurse exclaimed but (Name) was quick to retort. “I don’t care! Get her out, I don’t think I can do this anymore—“ another scream of pain shot out through the room. Yes, that’s the woman he married that he can’t help but smile at her lovingly, he wonders if their baby would look like him or her, but he hopes the baby would look like her mother, (Name)’s beauty is a timeless one that he wants their baby to have one, she could get his personality and torment her uncle Atsumu, that would be quite a sight. “Osamu, holy shit you better make me food after all this.”
“We’re about to meet our baby! Few more push, love, you can do it.”
Soon, a small cry could be heard and (Name) slumped down on the bed, exhaustion finally taking over her body. “I’m so proud of you.” Osamu said, his lips pressing her knuckles and (Name) finally calmed down, a tired but small smile graced her lips when she spotted the nurse placing the baby between her chest, she feels so small.
A peaceful feeling bloomed on his chest, seeing his daughter and wife, his family completed, he couldn’t help but fall in love again and harder for Miya (Name) who made his dreams come true, and he promised— all of her hardwork, he will make it up for them. His eyes searched for hers and she looked back at his grey ones with the familliar warmth and love, her hand never letting go of his.
“Look at her, she’s so beautiful.” Osamu whispers and (Name) hummed, eyelids growing heavy. “And heavy too, must got it from you.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
after Kuroo Tetsurō broke the former captain of Nekoma girl’s volleyball team (Name)’s heart after a year being together and having a new girlfriend the month after while she’s still haven’t moved on.
She finds herself starting a new but messy life again in Osaka. With her emotions all over the place, finding new hobby by drinking her heart’s content in a bar and switching courses tells her enough that her decisions didn’t helped her at all because it puts so much stress in her that beer seems to be her only friend now.
Who knew (Name) would meet again with Sakusa Kiyoomi, or AKA, “that cute ace who has a pretty name.”
status: on going.
only posting it on ao3 :D the link should be in the title !!
an : so if anyone remembers that corny one shot i’ve made with kuroo and like… have read the author’s note, i, calla, made a decision to write a book about it because i want to improve whatever writing skills i have before publishing my original work
im not really good in english, i still find myself struggling writing a full blown work in ENGLISH (if pwede nga lang dati ko pa tinagalog yan) so constructive criticism is welcome (though u should message me about it /srs i can get really insecure if it was broadcasted in the comment section 🥹)
tags : fluff, angst, slowburn, established relationship, break up, post break up, break up talk, mc being an emotional wreck, sakusa trying to avoid the said emotional wreck, university au, alcohol consumption, she/her pronouns used for mc, f!mc, not actually unrequited love, attempt at humor, girlboss mc, falling in love, misunderstandings (but not the annoying one, i hope), more tags to add in the future!
summary : in which (Name) throw curses at Osamu Miya for being the reason she’s in pain.
tags : pregnancy labor, (name) pushing out the baby, soft fluff, mentions of sex, cursing and crying, (name) being an absolute menace
a/n: don’t ask me why i created this, idk why, i dont have baby fever ok i just find it hilarious on tiktok when the wives are saying the most out of pocket words when delivering a baby 😭 anyways quick one shot because I haven’t written anything
Fat tears were strolling down (Name)’s cheeks and nothing hurts more for Osamu Miya to know he’s the reason for her pain.
“You did this to me!” (Name) screamed in pain, her hand curling around Osamu’s large one, trying to comfort his wife in labor, ignoring her iron grip that could tear out his hand away from his body, trying hard to supress the pain appearing in his features because (Name)’s obviously having it worse. Yes, she’s pushing that baby with all her might, trying not to dissapoint the doctors who’s helping her trying to get her baby out of her.
“You’re doing amazing, my love.” Osamu whispered, eyes looking at his wife’s feature, even she looks like a messy teenager who got her first heartbreak in seventh grade, she’s still so breathtaking especially she’s the one who carried his kids. Alas, even with words of encouragement, he married a dragon.
“Fuck you, Osamu! We’re never having sex again!” Another whimpered was dragged out to her lips, more fresh tears coming out. “Oh my God, this baby better be cute!”
“I can see the hair—!” The nurse exclaimed but (Name) was quick to retort. “I don’t care! Get her out, I don’t think I can do this anymore—“ another scream of pain shot out through the room. Yes, that’s the woman he married that he can’t help but smile at her lovingly, he wonders if their baby would look like him or her, but he hopes the baby would look like her mother, (Name)’s beauty is a timeless one that he wants their baby to have one, she could get his personality and torment her uncle Atsumu, that would be quite a sight. “Osamu, holy shit you better make me food after all this.”
“We’re about to meet our baby! Few more push, love, you can do it.”
Soon, a small cry could be heard and (Name) slumped down on the bed, exhaustion finally taking over her body. “I’m so proud of you.” Osamu said, his lips pressing her knuckles and (Name) finally calmed down, a tired but small smile graced her lips when she spotted the nurse placing the baby between her chest, she feels so small.
A peaceful feeling bloomed on his chest, seeing his daughter and wife, his family completed, he couldn’t help but fall in love again and harder for Miya (Name) who made his dreams come true, and he promised— all of her hardwork, he will make it up for them. His eyes searched for hers and she looked back at his grey ones with the familliar warmth and love, her hand never letting go of his.
“Look at her, she’s so beautiful.” Osamu whispers and (Name) hummed, eyelids growing heavy. “And heavy too, must got it from you.”
author’s note: i really wanted to make a book out of this so it would be heart wrenching but i got lazy 😿 also this was inspired by this photo and it’s also inspired by my ex boyfriend because i got my heart broke 4 months ago <3 well some bits of it (especially the one month thing :D) but basically thats how we ended BUT AT LEAST I CAN USE IT PRACTICING WRITING ON FANFICTION AND LAUGH IT OFF <3
Tags : angst, hurt, break up, classmates to bestfriends to lovers to exes troupe, it won’t make you cry but you’ll understand
Characters : Kuroo Tetsurou x F!Reader , Sakusa Kiyoomi X F!Reader
Ever since first year high school, after being in the same class and being seatmates for three years straight, making memories every where they go, playing the same sports, share the humor, they instantly became best of friends.
Kuroo Tetsurou was… a special someone to (Name).
Because to (Name), Kuroo was the one who:
would listen to her endless rambles about this and that, her interest or the plot of a badly written movie which he responds with such interest, urging for her to continue since he “always looking forward to hear about her day.”
took care of her when she experienced her first break up, crying her eyes out, letting her tears fall to his chest as he hugged her tightly, promising an ice cream to make her feel better even though it was midnight.
would constantly tease her when she got one answer wrong from their quiz, telling her if she keeps falling asleep she would soon fall behind him and she has no choice to study with him— which she instantly said “you would love that now do you?” Remembering how his face turned red when she smirked at him.
took her to the nurse’s office because she received the ball with her face when Kuroo distracted her during their practice, letting out a loud laugh as he gave her a piggy back ride, teasing her that “so much of a volleyball player” that (Name) was to embarrassed to say anything because the student are looking at them, whispering “such a weird couple”
would always checks up on her and knows (Name) like the back of his hand.
would take care of (Name).
He was the one. That’s why it was no surprised to all of them when they graduated, where he asked her to become his girlfriend, with a properly arranged bouquet and love letters (Kuroo spent so much time writing those by the way. “I wrote them evertime I think of you.” She remembered him telling her that.) making her smile so wide that it hurts her cheeks and everything seemed so perfect.
Too perfect.
That (Name) wonders where it did all go wrong? It’s only been a year in their first year college? Was it the lack of time together? Was she clingy? What was it? Her eyes that used to be so full of love everytime she saw him was replaced by sorrow and confusion and he hated that he was the reason, but there was no going back and letting the silence of the night envelopes them.
She saw this coming but refuse to acknowledged it. The short messages? The cancelled dates? Him being distant? She wished it was just her imagination, but unfortunately… it really happened.
“You didn’t… do anything bad— you were the perfect girlfriend I could ever have but… I—…” Kuroo whispers, looking down at the pavement, because he can’t look at her in the eyes with love and adoration anymore and he knows that would hurt her more.
“… you what?” She asked, (Name) didn’t mean to be harsh but she was genuinely asking because if she didn’t get her answer now, then this pain she’s feeling right now, it would just haunt her.
Taking a deep breath, he finally looked at her, clenching his fist to see her tear rolled down to her cheek and he badly wants to wipe away her tears but he holds himself back and it was painful for him to see her like this because of him. Kuroo cursed himself, that he broke his promise to her— that she could trust him.
“I just couldn’t see you in my future.” She stares at him helplessly, like she’s been slapped in the face with reality after living in fantasy for so long.
It was true. At first, he saw her getting married to him, having a life together, building a family but then the next— it feels it wasn’t right.
(Name) could feel her heart dropped to her stomach and she felt sick standing in front of the man who thought who loves her the way she does to him. She doesn’t know what to say, what to feel or what to do but she couldn’t bring herself to be angry at Kuroo, even after he breaks her heart and his promise so she musters a forced smile, trying to blink away the tears. “I… see.”
She remembers how miserable she was back in college, she went so much in her stage of grief and after hearing about Kuroo actually finding a girlfriend after a month of breaking up, God… she was a mess. Had her worth question, asking herself if he really did loved her, made her look in the mirror so many times to see what was wrong with her and it was so painful to hear what the their former classmates says about her.
“They were literally so perfect.”
“Maybe she was the problem, to see that Kuroo moved on after a month?”
“Or maybe Kuroo cheated on her?” (No, he didn’t, she thought harshly, because she knows that he will be honest with her if he did cheated. Why is (Name) still defending him—)
She was angry at herself for being so vulnerable, angry at Kuroo for making her feel this way where every night she keeps telling herself that “If I only knew how much pain I’d been in. I wish I never met you.” She cringes everytime she remembers that, (Name) admits she was being dramatic.
But soon her anger turned to nothing after years goes by, because someone picked up those pieces and put it all back together slowly and safely to the point (Name) was ready to fall in love again, and this time, there was no doubt and no hesitance in her relationship, making her fall deeper and he’s there to catch her. (their love story was something else— the whole campus knows about it too). She knew this time, she’s making a right choice and happy that faith brought them together. (Name) is finally herself again.
—
When she saw Kuroo again in the MSBY VS Schweiden Adlers match, still tall, hair still the same but so much different now, it all feels that the world slowed down when their eyes meet after years of not seeing eachother. The moment feels like the first time they met but so much more special than it should.
Even though the ex-lovers were shocked, there’s no bitterness hanging on the air and (Name) was the first one to give him a soft smile, walking towards him with confidence and crossed her arms against her chest as she stopped in front of him.
“Hey.” She says softly and Kuroo has to snap from his trance after seeing his ex-girlfriend walks in the room, still beautiful since the day he lost her.
Kuroo fixed his sleeves that was rolled up to his arms, nervousness was seeping through his bones before resting his hands on his hips to calm himself down, sending a smile to (Name). “Hey you.” He breathed out.
(Name) looks at him, there’s the note of familiarity in her eyes as she looks at him with the same sparkle when they were highschool students but so much different now that they’ve grown matured and he feels his breath hitched when he felt her eyes looking every inch of his body. He freezed up when he heard (Name)’s snort, letting him know a teasing comment was about to brought up.
“Look at you with your silly little suit, you finally made it, huh? What’s your next plan? Forcing our old players on highschool to play together?” (Name) teased and Kuroo lets out a laugh, he genuinely didn’t know if it was a laugh of relief but he knows that he’s happy to see her again. “This is the first time we saw eachother and the first thing you do is wound my heart?” Letting out a playful gasp, she turned her head and pout. “You wound mine first!”
“Oh come on, that’s not fair.” Kuroo pouted but it soon fall to a soft smile when she lets out a laugh, he hasn’t heard that laugh for years and he didn’t know he deserves to hear it again, but some God probably blessed him and he’s thankful every second that passes by. “I’m kidding you rooster, I missed you.” He felt oddly comforted by those words.
“I know you do.”
“… I’m so glad you broke up with me.” She said, giving him a rose of a brow and a teasing smile.
“(Name)! I’m kidding! I missed you too!” He opens his arms for a hug and (Name) entertained him, wrapping her arms around his body and he squeezed the life out of her, making her squeal, slapping his back lightly. “You’re gonna kill me!”
Kuroo, hates to admit it, but he missed this feeling, the warmth of her embrace that made him relax and that made his heart race just like back then, before he could even relish this moment, she quickly pulled away and flashed a wide smile, the same smile when he asked her to be his girlfriend. “I’m so glad I saw you. Because look!” She showed the diamond ring resting on her ring finger. “Kiyoomi proposed to me!”
There it is… that familiar look on her eyes, the same one she used to give Kuroo back then. So full of love and adoration.
“ah right.” Kuroo thought and a small smile appeared on his lips. He remembers the stories, that Sakusa Kiyoomi was the one who mended her broken heart, that they had the most unusual love story (just like them) that took place back then in college, and the one who’s now making her happy and love.
Kuroo Tetsurou used to be (Name) special someone.
But now, it’s Sakusa Kiyoomi that completes (Name).
It was years ago, he moved on, (Name) moved on, but it feels bitter for Kuroo because he missed her so much but when he saw her happy, finally living the life she has always wanted, made him happy.
But that doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt but he could only blame himself. Ignoring the tight feeling in his chest, he smiled like how (Name) smiled at him when he broke up with her.
“Am I invited to the wedding?”
And she happily replied; “of course!”
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