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Yay requests are Open, and I am here to send in a haikyuu one!! ANGST oneshot for DAISHOU! Him and Mika have been going on and off, so after a big break up Daishou goes to reader for comfort as they are friends. Reader likes Daishou, but since he was dating Mika she never did anything. Now Daishou starts spending more time with reader, complementing her, flirting with her and she starts thinking her love isn’t one-sided. However, after the nekoma vs nohebi game, he and Mika get back together and he actually wanted to make Mika jealous using reader. Reader sees this cries and runs into Kuroo. Eventually she’s moved on with Kuroo, but Daishou regrets his choice and goes to apologize hopefully getting her back saying “I never meant to take it that far” or “I never meant to hurt you.” But it’s too late😊
"y/n? I was just using her"
paring: suguru daishou x female reader; tetsuro kuroo x female reader
cw: angst, fluff, language, kissing
word count: 2500+
a/n: hii hope you liked this, idk why im only posting once a day but as soon as i post this and answer my asks im going to sleep
summary: in which mika and daishou finally seem to have broken up for good, daishou seeks comfort in you and your own relationship seems to evolve until he crawls back to his first love, leaving you high and dry for a certain nekoma player to take you all for himself
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Daishou stayed firm in your arms, his head leaning against your chest as he let out a teary cough, another week and another breakup with his on and off girlfriend. He stayed in your arms, your hand running through his hair, but even with the consistent break ups, it seemed like this was the end of their tumultuous relationship.
“I...I just don’t understand, you understand how much Volleyball means to me, and for her to disregard it.” He spoke finally meeting your eyes, his own glossy as he spoke, the normal cunning smirk he had turned downward into sadness. “I just don’t get it.”
“I know, but maybe it’s good for you to have this break, concentrate on Volleyball and stuff.” You couldn’t lie and say you didn’t have a crush on the manipulative boy, but the way he’d always have such a nice personality but have this deception under it made your heart beat. He never did deceive ever since you met him as first years, he always remained nice and even flirtatious but that was just how he was.
With this final breakup maybe a chance with the two of you could be possible, maybe, “and stuff?” He questioned.
You didn't know what to say, your mouth going dry as he sat on your bed staring into your blank eyes, “just another venture.” You lied, he nodded before dismissing the idea.
“Thanks Y/n, for tonight, you didn’t need to hear about the breakup again.” He spoke ready to leave, even with him spending hours with you, you felt like no time had passed. You already seemed to miss him, but something in your stomach felt immoral for still retaining feelings for him after all these years.
“It’s fine, I’ll always be there for you.” You said standing at the door of your house, he leant against the wall outside, the cool air hitting his face.
He smirked at you having the same cunning look he always did, “I’ll be keeping you to that then.” You shook your head at his easy flirtation, he gave you a tight hug, longer than your normal ones before kissing your cheek and waving a goodbye.
It had been a while since he had left with a kiss, normal a wave would do but his lips felt like they remained on your cheek. You closed the door resting your head against it as you thought about your situation, he couldn’t ever like you, even if they had permanently broken up, he couldn't.
The next week passed with ease, you knew the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers were occurring in two weeks, but something else seemed to be odd in the week. It was Daishou, every morning he’d come pick you up with the callous smirk which he hid under a simple smile, he’d drop you off to class and pick you up every time, eat lunch with you, spend whatever time he could with you. He’d come pick you up from your last lesson and take you to the gym, before walking you home, it was a never-ending cycle. Until the flirtations began, firstly it was subtle, complimenting your hair and then your features before it became an infatuation.
“Y/n.” He dragged out your name, whining as he sat in front of you as you ate lunch together. “You’re so pretty, no wonder every guy is trying to get with you.”
“Oh shut up Daishou.” You laughed at his teasing, playfully slapping his arm.
He brought his other hand to your own, touching the rings that encased it, making you leave your hand on his arm. “I’m being serious Y/n, at least they know you’re mine.”
“Yours?” You questioned trying to not make his flirtatious be true, it was always just him teasing but the way he looked at you, just as he did with Mika it sent something in you.
“Yeah, you’re mine, my pretty girl.” He brought his hand to your cheek, your breath becoming heavier at the close contact, even though he stared right into your eyes it felt like he was staring through you instead. He caressed your cheek softly before speaking again, “we should watch a movie of mine tonight?”
“S...sure.” You coughed out, almost hesitant, with the sound of the next lesson occurring. Daishou left you as you finally took in a sharp breath, but even then, he had left with a kiss on the cheek.
The end of the day came quickly, with practice occurring with ease on the Friday night and not needing to do as much. You grabbed your stuff waiting to meet the boy, he skipped out happily, taking your hand as you both walked past the library. You had not been paying attention, but his grip tightened, and his arm moved around you to bring you closer.
It wasn’t that you didn't like the attention, but you had to be vary of his motives. You both walked to his place, talking about your day and the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers. Finally arriving at his place, you both shuffled inside to get out of the cold weather, he went to get some snacks telling you to set up a movie. You had been in the boys room before, always loving the trophies and medals he had around the room.
You lied against the bed, putting a random movie on, Daishou coming back with snacks. He almost jumped on the bed, deciding to sit on his chest to face you, his hands moved to your own as began playing with them.
“How are you watching the movie?” You questioned trying to pay attention to the boring movie.
“I’m paying attention to you instead.” He gleaned out continuing to play with your fingers, he spent the hour placing his fingers inside yours and smiling right into your eyes. “Fucking hell, you really are gorgeous.”
You were glad the lights were off, seeing as your eyes had gone wide and you had a flustered look on your face. He had watched the movie a gazillion times already knowing how it was about to end soon. He leant against his elbows to come face to face with you, happily grinning at you before tilting his head.
You did the exact same movement in the opposite direction before his lips finally met yours. The kiss was everything you had hoped for in a kiss, the tongue he so often stuck out gliding across your own, he moved himself up to cup your cheeks to have a better hold on you. It was lustful and as your own hands went into his black hair, you gave a small moan at the kiss, feeling his hands move down to your sides in an instant. You let go, heavy breaths fanning against each other as he gave another grin at you.
“I need to go.” You whisper having seen the time and knowing the last train was arriving in 20 minutes.
“What? Even after that?” He questioned resting his head against his hand as he stared up at you. You nodded, ready to leave, it might've been because you were scared, truly and utterly terrified about the implications of the kiss. “Wait.”
He stands up to meet your eyes again before giving you another more tender kiss, his height being a factor in him having to bend to meet your mouth. He seemed happy, watching how you melted in his touch, you were truly putty in his hands.
You hadn't expected the next two weeks to fly by as quickly as they had, you and Daishou had grown closer. With no labels you both would walk to classes together holding hands and he’d even give you small kisses when you both had to part. It was sweet but you remained anxious about the whole no labels part meaning you both could stop whatever this was at any time.
You stood in the court of the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers having just lost against Itachiyama Academy, you knew what this meant for the boys. Having to play against Nekoma, it was a lot already knowing most of the 3rd years, Kuroo gave a wave as you both had met outside only a mere hour ago. You waved back before Daishou came up to you, giving you a kiss on the cheek, you became flustered but unnerved letting him do what he wanted as long as it meant they won.
Even with his good luck kiss, the team lost 2:0 you could see the saddened look that came on their faces. The third years knowing this was their last high school game, Daishou looked even worse compared to the rest of the team, storming off somewhere else.
“I’ll go check up on him.” The team nodded watching you leave to find the snake like a boy.
You finally heard him, but he most definitely wasn’t alone, “S...sorry I said you were boring because you only care about your club. You looked really cool out there.”
He continues listening to her as you listened in to see what he would remark back, “I think I finally sort of understand why you concentrate so much on your club now and I know you and Y/n are a thing but teach me how to play volleyball sometime.”
“Y/n? I was just using her.” Silence, Mika didn’t question it, hearing a yeah to being taught volleyball, but you, the tears welled up at his confession. “She means nothing to me.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he repeats.
That's when you finally understood, over drop off and lunch you spent together, every evening and late walks home together, Mika was always around, the way he spent lunches looking directly passed you to see if Mika was watching. How he’d hold you tighter than ever before when Mika was around, tears welled up as you ran away, heaving breathing with your chest tightening.
Tears swarmed your eyes before you felt an arm on your shoulder, “Y/n-chan.” Kuroo’s hand rested on your shoulder as you were outside sitting on the steps, “is everything okay?”
He sat beside you and at the sight of the tears, instantly hugged you, “h...he used me Kuroo.” You whispered into his chest, a confession of what had occurred and Kuroo’s look of horror sent out more tears.
“Y/n, he never deserved you, you deserve someone who likes you for you and isn’t using you, he manipulated you into thinking he was the one for you.” Kuroo whispered hand in your hair as he let you cry into his shoulder. You stayed sobbing for a while before Kuroo spoke again, making you look up at him, he wiped the tears with his thumb making you look at him. “My team is getting ice cream; do you want to come? My shout.”
“I...I wouldn’t want to be a burden.” You murmured hesitantly.
“I promise you won’t.” He stands up putting his hand out for you to take, “come on.”
You grab it happily, feeling a different type of warmth than you had had with Daishou’s hands. Even with the loss of Nohebi, you didn’t care anymore, already knowing there was no point in you being manager and deciding that it was best to keep your distance from the boy. And you never know, one door may lead to another one opening, well that’s what you thought as you walked alongside Kuroo.
It had been a couple months since the event of the Spring Interhigh Qualifiers, having quit as manager and distanced yourself from those in Nohebi. You didn’t really care about leaving the team, they had tried to ask questions, but you’d walk away without a care. Even Daishou had asked about you after you had blocked him on everything, but he didn’t care as all he needed was Mika.
Walking into Nationals in Tokyo felt like a relief after everything with school going on, having promised Kuroo you’d watch his first game. He had told you to wait outside the court before he went in just to have some good luck, as you walked inside, feeling a lot happier with yourself.
You saw the red jackets already knowing it was Kuroo, he noticed you in an instant giving you the widest smile. “Hey baby.” He smiled letting his arms out as you hugged him after not seeing him in a week due to practice being later and later in preparation. He kissed the top of your head before meeting your lips, you remembered your first kiss with the boy.
He had asked you out a couple weeks after the incident and with an amazing date where he took you to dinner and then the arcade Kenma had told him about. He gave you the softest kiss filled with so much love and comfort, it was nothing like the brash lustful kiss of Daishou.
“Y/n.” You both stopped kissing at the sound of your name, Kuroo was in full eyeline of the boy who stood behind you. Even you could recognise that voice, Daishou’s.
You turned around to meet his gaze, Kuroo’s arm around your waist holding you close protectively. “What do you want?” Kuroo hated Daishou even more after the incident but the look on Daishou’s face brought him happiness. The cunning boy looked irritated and almost sad at how close the two of you were.
“I wasn’t talking to you.” Daishou muttered, crossing his arms. “You blocked me on everything, what happ…”
“Did ‘I was just using her’ come to mind?” You huffed tired already of having to bother with the boy.
Daishou finally understood why you had gone radio silence, you had heard it all, Kuroo heard his team starting to go onto the court knowing he’d have to leave you with him. “You go, good luck baby.” You gave him another soft kiss on the lips before his touch left you.
Daishou looked at you, everything about him infuriated you, you never knew who he really was and even if he had led you to cry you were glad it happened. Without your heart breaking you’d have never gotten into your relationship with Kuroo. “How long has this been going on?”
“Why does it matter to you?” You were about to walk off when he grabbed your arm.
He couldn't speak, angry that of all people you had to date it was Nekoma’s captain, his rival of sorts. “Y/n, I miss us, I never meant to say…”
You pushed him off your arm in an instant, “I don’t care, your apology means shit to me, have fun with Mika, I hope you treat her right.” Maybe you hated them both, you didn't know but if Daishou truly loved Mika he wouldn’t have come back to you like a chick does to the mother hen.
You sat next to Nekoma’s cheer squad, participating yourself, you watched as Kuroo went onto the court. In an instant his eyes landed on you; he gave you a gleeful grin watching how you smiled back at him with so much love. You were glad you got hurt because now you had everything you truly wanted.
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• Being best friends doesn’t mean you’re gonna fall for that cliché trope, but the Tokyo Representative Playoffs bring that whole facade crashing down. For both of you.
Warnings: mature language, 3k? 😬
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Knowing Daishō was ultimately a blessing in life, he's an incredible companion to those he cares about (like his teammates) and intimate people in his life.
As one of his closest friends, that included you, and as one of his closest friends it meant you saw the rougher edges of his personality too. It was uncountable how many times you'd been roped into his cunning antics, and how many you'd gotten him out of. You don't hang around Daishō Suguru without picking up a few tricks.
Then there were the 'feelings' side of your relationship, it'd be suspicious to be involved like the two of you were for the thought and rumours not to arise. And they did, for you at least.
However you'd given up on the pointless trope of falling for your best friend the moment he'd told you of his crush on Yamaka Mika. It was obvious to anyone, purely by the way he looked at her - Daishō truly liked her, why compete with that?
Hence maturely, you moved on before inevitably being subject to his romantic and confused ranting once they'd begun a relationship since you're 'his person' and all.
Then of course, when they'd broken up you'd been needed to offer support when he'd broke down and replayed it all, with you deadpan sitting on his bed listening to his frustration and heartbreak as he paced up and down his room burning a trail into his flooring. A simple nod or hum was offered as acknowledgment, choosing to speak more once he'd paused until he went off again - but he'd do the same (if not more) for you without hesitation.
The situation wasn't ideal, especially 2 months before the Spring High Representative Playoffs, and the moment you'd caught Nekomas' scheming Captain in your peripheral you knew Daishōs single status would be dragged up.
"Did you ever get over Mika-chan dumping you? Are you sure you're gonna be able to play this next match? You must be pretty hurt."
"Wait, what?! I wasn't dumped! I was the one who dumped her!"
A disapproving glare was sent Daishōs' way, knowing that to be entirely false but you sighed painfully before swiftly intervening.
"Tetsurō, c'mon."
Kuroo spared you a softening glance, he would've smiled since the two of you were considered friends by this point, but Nohebi had riled up his team too much for that.
"Your snake-bastard started it."
"I know, but I'm looking forward to this match so let's make it a good one alright?" A warning glare was sent to Daishō who held his hands up in surrender, tongue darting across his lips leaving you clamping his shoulder forcing him into submission.
"Ah- 'kay! Fine."
Nekomas' Captain was amused, delighted smirk growing slightly when he switched his attention from Suguru to you. "Anything for you, kitten."
"Thank you, I appreciate your cooperation Captain~"
The teams' parted ways with intriguing words from Lev and Yaku, Daishō immediately pulling you to the side when he had the chance, having been somewhat snappy since the recent conversation. Kuroo probably got under his skin.
"What was that?!" It was hissed out, whisper yelled in urgency with his grip remaining gentle on your wrist from where he'd tugged you aside.
"What was what?"
"Um? 'Tetsurō' for a start? Then that scheming bastard called you 'kitten', and you decided to flirt back?"
There was underlying vulnerability lingering despite him trying to be stern, the reason only eliciting a bemused giggle from your lips.
"Yeah so? I'm single, and Kuroo is attractive, I'm allowed to have fun."
It was silent for a second, Sugurus' grip sliding from your skin as he'd looked away from you, his answer leaving a nasty taste on your tongue.
"Yeah just, not with him."
"Oh? Don't start Daishō. I've never berated your feelings for Mika-chan, so you have no right to tell me what I can or can't do with Kuroo."
"No but I—"
"But nothing. Good luck in the game, I'm with you, as always."
It didn't get any better with the match between Nekoma and Nohebi fast approaching and Kuroo having sought your companionship across the court during the warm ups regardless of the fact you were his enemy.
"Don't hold it against me if Nekoma win."
"I won't need to, Nohebi will kick your cute fluffy tails~" Came your quick clap back, proudly observing your team on the court with Kuroo playfully knocking your arm with his own.
"Hm, sounds fun. It's good to see you again actually, Nohebi are lucky to have you as their manager y'know."
"I hope so, I'm lucky to have them too. They're like... my second family."
"I understand that, so good luck kitten. And thanks for calling us cute."
"You too. And I didn't call— I meant like— whatever Tetsurō!" He walked backwards with a flashing grin and mocking salute heading back to his team, yourself exasperatedly groaning whilst Daishō slammed his bottle down beside you with a huff.
"Hey? Direct whatever is going on with you toward winning would ya?"
"Oh you bet."
———
It wasn't until after their match did you get closer to a reasonable answer, congratulating Kuroo and his team as they'd passed you prior to coming face to face with a heartbroken Captain. Suguru put on a brave facade for his team, but you were the one to always read him like a book.
"We lost..." His ghosting statement echoed in the empty hallway, acting as acknowledgment to your familiar presence, no matter how quiet he'd intended it to be.
"We did, but that doesn't mean you weren't incredible Suguru. Don't forget that, you're talented as Hell." Your voice was confident yet comforting, Daishō shaking his head with eyes glossing over slightly which was the moment you'd hugged him, the outside hitter instinctively surrendering to you in silence.
It didn't take long for him to recover, mumbling curses into your neck and pulling back with a frustrated furrow of his brows, darting his glare to the side.
"I really wanted to beat him this time, I was so pissed at him and... you two get on so well."
"Why has that been bothering you today? Is it because you're opponents? You barely see him outside of tournaments."
"It hasn't— I just— It's more than that." It was spoken through gritted teeth, like he'd been trying to avoid this but you knew him better than his cunning tricks would account for.
Daishō turned away from you, as a useless attempt and keeping his composure but you were persistent when it came to his well-being, he knew that.
"Because his team beat yours? That doesn't matter, you played skilfully and should be so proud that you're one of the top 4 teams in Tokyo!"
"No! It's— shit..." Regretfully, digits brushed his hair back once you'd cracked his resolve, turning to meet your concerned gaze and reflexively wanted to spill everything to you. "It's because the thought of anyone -particularly Kuroo- getting to be with you, seeing you smile just for them and loving you makes me feel - I dunno - sick? Since..."
"Since...?" You parroted, curiosity and mild irritation laced into it.
"Since I— since I haven't told you how I feel yet and I want to be the one to make you smile, and be the one you fall in love with or whatever. If you'll let me."
The usual cunning gaze was absent, replaced with unnerved sentiment and a wavering hopefulness you'd only seen on the rarest of occasions. The ones where he'd needed you most - except you were speechless, voice cracking in whispered disbelief.
"Wha-what?"
Daishō shook his head, blinking harshly before speaking up again, a deep breath taken to calm his nerves beforehand.
"I wanted to tell you how I felt, I've wanted that for so long - but I waited so you'd know it wasn't just a rebound after Mika. I never wanted that thought to even cross your mind because you're so much more than that to me." Suguru stepped closer, cautiously analysing your reactions and placed a delicate hold on your upper arms before continuing to elaborate.
"You understand me like second nature, and you've always supported my passion for Volleyball even if you aren't as interested as me. I can be myself around you, and I'm so grateful that you accept me for me."
Honestly you couldn't help but smile sorrowfully, tension easing into the familiarity of your friendship with a breathy giggle escaping alongside your next words. "Suguru, if you'd have said this a year ago I would've kissed the hell outta you..."
A faint scarlet dusted his skin, flicking to your lips and back to meet your eyes sensing you weren't finished yet.
"I'll always feel something toward you, we’re good friends for a start but your emotions are running high right now."
"Yeah but, you've thought about us too? Why didn't you ever say anything? We could've— I would've—"
"I didn't think you felt the same, then Mika came along and the rest is history." Came your shrugging justification, Daishō maintaining his contrasting mixture of shock and pleading with dramatic gestures acting as accompaniment.
"You never asked, after all we've done together you don't think it crossed my mind? Because it did -so many times- but losing you wasn't an option and then I loved Mika-chan."
"I know. I was there idiot." Despite your witty sarcasm, your offered another kind smile and a playful punch to his shoulder. "But regardless of this, you're still my best friend Daishō so we shouldn't rush into anything."
"And you're mine too. We should talk about this when we get back then, over food maybe?" He'd caught your wrist, tentative hold lingering longer or maybe you'd only just noticed because of the revelation, and you had always shared moments like these.
"Yeah, alright. I'll meet you in the lobby, take a minute to yourself first."
"I hate how well you know me." Daishōs' signature smirk resurfaced, tone as slick as ever like he hadn't just confessed.
The lobby was dispersed, fellow Nohebi teammates surrounded your perimeter whilst you awaited the return of your Captain. Though seeing his figure stroll through the hallway, hands buried in his pockets and aura downcast like expecting punishment for wrongdoing.
"Saw Mika huh?" Came your precarious voice, not even looking at him when he'd halted before you and remorsefully responsed.
"Oh, yeah..."
"She told me you're fixing things, so I suppose you've changed your mind now?”
"..."
"Tch, I should've known—" It hurt. Evident in everything you exuded, arms crossed and ready to walk away until you were interrupted by none other than Kuroo.
"Hey, how is my favourite Nohebi Academy attendee?"
"Perfect, you can go now." Daishō hissed out, instinctively stepping closer to you with Kuroo mirroring his glare with a fluent retort.
"You're obviously not my favourite, snake-bastard."
"I'm pissed pretty kitty, but congratulations on reaching Nationals. How are you feeling Tetsurō?"
"Look I know losing sucks, but it was a good match so don't be too hard on yourselves." A comforting hand was placed on your shoulder, reaching for it with a grateful smile that soon flipped to flirtatious.
"How about you make it up me then Kuroo?"
"Oya? I'd love that, fancy going to the shopping district this weekend?"
"Good idea, I'll—"
"No way! That is not happening!" Alarmed, Suguru protectively intervened with a distressed look sent toward you as if begging you to reconsider.
"Couples dispute huh?"
"Potentially!" "No!" — The answers to Kuroos' offhanded query were synchronous, leaving the Nekoma Captain rather smug.
"Sorry Kuroo, a lot has happened today, could I text you later? My team need me more right now."
"No worries, thanks again for the game today. See you guys for a rematch sometime, and see you sooner hopefully."
With Kuroo returning to Nekoma, you walked an irritated Daishō outside rolling your eyes at his blatant refusal to acknowledge the previous events. Too much had happened today, like a carousel of mismatched emotions and situations that were dizzying - and the ride wasn't over.
"What now? You don't like my underhanded tactics Daishō? Because I learned them straight from you." Venom laced your voice, ironic considering your teams' insignia, and your Captain reminded you he’d mastered such a tone, cutting your path and scanning your frame with betrayal piercing that resolve.
"I told you about how I felt less than 30 minutes ago, and you do this right in front of my face?"
"Yeah, but I did it right after the part where you reconciled with your ex-girlfriend. Remember that bit?"
"Yes I remember! But we aren't getting back together, we just talked. Mika saw me play and enjoyed it - you got the wrong idea." Suguru desperately defended himself, both out of frustration and fear of losing you more than anything.
"So did you!"
Incredulously he tutted at your reference to Kuroo, the two of you misinterpreting the others intentions apparently a mutual mistake even though he required further convincing.
"Doubt it, you two are—"
"Friends. Not once did Kuroo and I mention ‘date’, we hang out all the time. You'd know that if you asked what I did, instead of if it'd be a good date location for you and Mika."
"I never— oh..." Daishō bit his tongue, brief recollections proving your account to be true. An apologetic look of empathy crossed his features, sincerity flooding the first half of his statement prior to argumentativeness overshadowing it. "Then I'll work on that, but you still openly flirt with each other!"
"We have dumb nicknames and we flirt a bit, if we wanted anything to happen then it would've. You just don't listen do you?"
"What more was there to listen to? It hurt enough already!" Voices we're raising, like a battle of dominance in this heated 'discussion' of yours fuelled by burning feelings for one another.
"He said 'Your snake bastard' and 'couples dispute' — do you really think the scheming Captain would mention that offhanded? No, he was teasing me because he knew how I felt about you Suguru. Jeez..." Breathlessly you finished, flicking up to the sky to take a breath and landing back on your now offended best friend.
"You told Kuroo -that rooster bastard- before me?!"
"Tetsurō picked up on it, he's more intuitive, obviously."
"No he isn't! I just never wanted to make you uncomfortable by bringing it up!"
"And this scenario is sooo much better."
…
"Tomorrow." Composed, and confident. Like he’d already mentally configured an entire plan, one you were currently unaware of.
"What?"
"We do this tomorrow. We should go out, like normal, except we need to talk once we've had time to figure things out. Sound good?"
"Yeah... you're right. Tomorrow."
"Let's uh, get back to our team. They'll get suspicious if we're gone too long."
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Never had it been awkward between you two, Nohebi would testify to that. Even during fights you'd still fire insults at one another before ultimately making up.
Sitting across from him now though, in one of the familiar restaurants you'd frequented to escape the chaos of the city, neither of you could manage even that much.
"So..."
"...So."
"You and Kuroo aren't..." Daishō spoke carefully, trailing off with the rest obviously implied whilst you mirrored the tone.
"No, and Mika isn't your..."
"No."
Silence reclaimed the atmosphere, claws sinking in suffocatingly deeper as if constricting you, choking out your next words with stilted laughter.
"I've never not known what to say to you before. This is really weird..."
"I agree, I mean the only time we've had silence is when we share a look about some scheme we devised in our heads." Grinning at the memory, Daishō understood what you meant, almost like clearing the air to speak freely.
"Exactly! Now all I can think about is-"
"Dating you."
"Dating you."
Simultaneously mutual, the two of you diverting your attention due to sheer embarrassment at the honest nonchalance of it.
"After everything that happened yesterday, would you still want that?"
"Yeah, as your best friend, I strongly recommend myself as boyfriend material." Daishō offered a victorious smirk, leaning forward across the table in bemusement - until meeting your expectant brow. "Ah, seriously though, I'd do anything for you anyway and if we dated I'd try to be the person you deserve."
"Idiot, you're already perfect for me. Don't change or anything okay?" With your quieter reply, he became flustered by your flattery and his confidence faltered with his stammering.
"I— I won't - um, you're... you're perfect for me too so..."
The conversation actually resonated, panic surging through you due the fact you were presuming you’d be together hence your urgent corrections as you reached your hand across the table in surrender.
"Only if we do get together of course! Not that we will - I'm not pressuring you or anything!"
"No no! Neither! I want to, but if you don't want to then that's fine too!"
"Well, I want to too!" It was a peculiar back and forth, voices in acting that of a dispute despite it being the opposite.
"Then this is a date."
"It's a date."
"..."
Again it was ambiguous, staring at one another in thought until you’d spoke cautiously.
"..."
"Actually, how about we just hang out, we can go on our first date another time. I just want to enjoy being with you like this, simply because I can." You were pleasantly surprised to see the tension relieve itself from Daishōs’ muscles at your proposal.
"Whatever you want, I’m happy if you are~"
———
It was no surprise it took about 2 months for him to ask you to be his partner, after a few dates here and there. It came too naturally, being together romantically that is. Even your team weren’t surprised by the development and if anything they were expecting it as some point or another.
It was just the two of you left in the gymnasium tonight, riding the high of Suguru becoming your boyfriend only moments ago having asked you on the court which was one of his favourite places that linked you together he’d said. You couldn’t help but lovingly smile at his cheesiness, agreeing all the same until delicate fingers lifted your chin.
“I officially get to be the one who can make you smile like that from now on y’know.”
"We're still friends first though, you're my partner and my best friend Suguru." You’d leaned in slightly, digits easing to the back of his neck with Daishō melting into your warm touch.
"Of course kitten."
"..." You both froze in place, shooting an unimpressed look toward your boyfriend as if saying ‘Really?’.
"Ugh yeah that hurt me as well - you're far too beautiful for a shitty pet name like that one anyway." Instantly he’d pulled back in mock disgust, internally chastising himself for saying something so cringe in such a lovely moment but found comfort in your echoing laughter.
In a minute you'd caught yourself, pulling the sniggering idiot back to you with tone seductively lower than usual as you angled to kiss him once more - holding back just enough to speak.
"What are you going to call me then?"
"Mine."
"I can deal with that. Which makes you mine, Suguru."
Lips centimetres apart, if you weren't so in tune with him then you'd have missed the wistfully longing mutter escaping his tongue before he closed the gap.
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember
Word Count: 2.9k
Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.
“Bad date?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”
“Yep.”
He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”
“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”
“How… descriptive.”
You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.
Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember
Word Count: 2.9k
Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.
“Bad date?” he asked.
“Yep.”
“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”
“Yep.”
He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”
“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”
“How… descriptive.”
You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.
So it's been a hot minute since I last posted on here...😳 anyway, I'll probably be back soon with more Haikyuu content because ya girl has been inspired. ✨️
“look, i know we don’t know each other that well, but i’m still worried about you. no one deserves to be alone.”
characters: hoshiumi kourai x fem! reader / slight miya atsumu
request status: OPEN / please send any reqs you guys have! my inbox is currently empty and im lacking in any kind of writing inspiration…like seriously lacking lmao. there could be a part two if any of you are interested in one.
Queen of Diamonds (Chapter 6): Kisaki Tetta x Fem!Reader
created by: @sirthisisa-wendys and @thehypestdeano
synopsis: you're in love. he's in love. and no one else seems to matter.
wc: 1.9k
tw: angst, violence
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Laughter.
It fills your house, fills your mouth, fills your heart with joy.
Tetta kisses you in the morning, evening, and night without fail. He comes home right on time for dinner every night. And more recently, took you on a date to one of your favorite art galleries. (It was also there that he proceeded to purchase a painting right off the wall and have it shipped to the house because you made that little noise that told him you liked it.)
And now, as you're watching it be installed on the second floor, you inhale the exhilaration of feeling a little closer to the man you married. Even so, you're still allowed your dalliances here and there, but you rely on them less and less for the extra comfort your husband has started to show for you.
So you suppose that's how things came to a head that night.
Saito is unusually quiet as you step out of the shower, and normally, you would think he's just enjoying his post-coital bliss in silence. But tonight had been one of the nights where you'd asked him to be a little rough with you - despite Tetta's orders that no one manhandles you. And while you're placing the bracelet your husband bought you on, Saito stands up slowly.
"He doesn't love you."
You shake your head, ignoring the words coming out of his mouth and dismissing them as ignorance. He'd said similar things before, but it'd gotten to a point where he was saying more and more, even though it was obvious that you know differently.
You even started to shower before you went home, but not to hide the smell of another man. No, you showered out of respect for your husband, who would surely be waiting on you with dinner when you arrived home tonight.
"Saito," you begin slowly. "Don't start."
"You know it, deep down. He just sees you as a trophy. Don't you get it? You're nothing to him. If you left, he'd just get another pretty girl to replace you." You grit your teeth and turn to the man, who is standing miserably in the lowlight of the hotel room.
"You don't know anything about our marriage except that he lets me fuck who I want."
"Yeah, but does he ever want to fuck you? If I was your husband, I'd never let another man look at you like that."
"Saito--"
"Who's to say he's not fucking some broad while you're here fucking me?"
"He doesn't have time for that," you scoff. "If you knew my husband, you'd know his work consumes him."
"He's manipulated you into thinking that, hasn't he?" You slam your hands down on the dresser, shaking the thought of Tetta fucking someone else. If only Saito knew that Tetta enjoyed watching you get fucked, listening to your moans, holding your hand, worshipping your body like he did the evening you went shopping...
"You're delusional," you grit out.
"Please, y/n," Saito cries out, chasing after you as you walk towards the door. He grabs your wrist and pins you to the wall, breathing heavily. "You deserve so much better." The man uses his free hand to reach into his pocket and pull out a box. "I'm not as rich as your husband, but I can satisfy you. You won't need other men. I won't neglect you in bed, nor will I sleep around on you. Please, just don't go home to him." He shakily opens the box, still keeping one hand firmly on your arm. The ring inside is nothing close to the opulence of your current ring, but it's not the lackluster ring that puts you off and terrifies you.
It's the frenzied look in his eyes that sets you on edge.
"Let go of me, Saito." You say forcefully, trying to rip your hand out of his grasp.
"So you can go back to that fucking asshole?" His grip tightens on your arm and you cry out, feeling his sharp nails dig into your skin. "I don't think so." With your free arm, you swing your purse against your assailant's face repeatedly, until he finally releases you. You sprint for the door and toss it open, then jog down the back stairs, heart pumping wildly.
I have to get out of here, I have to get out of here.
You barely have enough time to catch your breath before you exit the hotel, straight into the rain and cold. Tears run down your face rapidly as you walk through the biting chill, shivering furiously. You can't form a thought as the cold cuts through your thin coat and you're halfway down the street when you remember that your phone is in your purse. Hurriedly, you duck under an awning, weeping as you press the call button on your phone.
Kisaki's heart drops into his stomach at the sound of your quivering voice. Something's wrong.
"What's wrong?" And then he hears the sound of your keening cries. Not like the ones you shed in the restaurant on your anniversary. No, you're crying because you're terrified. Tetta finds himself standing up from the dining room table, tossing the napkin onto the wood before making his way toward his keys. "Where are you, sweetheart?"
"I don't know, I-- I was running so fast and--" Kisaki pulls the phone away from his face and marches toward the garage, pulling up the GPS on his phone. He thanks his past self for putting an emergency tracker on her phone, just in case something like this occurred.
"Okay," he breathes softly, seeing the little blue dot hone in on your location. "I'm on my way. Just stay on the phone with me, babe."
"O-okay."
Blood rushes through Tetta's veins rapidly, causing him some lightheadedness but sharpness of mind as he drives through the streets of the city at an ungodly speed.
Tetta's mind runs through the various possibilities as you continue to cry on the other end, but when he says that he's only one minute away from you, you sober up a little.
When he sees your distraught face under the awning of some closed-up pawn shop, it's then that he feels rage mixing in with the fear and heartbreak. He snatches the umbrella from the passenger side, puts the car into park, and dashes out into the rain.
He doesn't even remember getting his suit wet. All he can recall is being five paces, four paces - why can't he move any faster? - three paces, going up the stairs, and then, finally facing you.
"Come on," he chants, pulling you close and finding that you're terribly cold - freezing, almost. "Let's get you home."
You're silent the entire car ride home. Tetta blasts the heat and half-expects you to tell him what happened immediately. But you don't speak, preferring to huddle in his warm coat and stare out of the window at the passing scenery.
And Tetta won't push you to speak. He never has, but only because he knows if he pushes you, you might snap at him and be irritated with his presence. And he can't have that; not when he's worked so hard to get you to talk to him in the first place.
There's nothing to say when he walks you past the kitchen, your eyes dead as you're guided up the stairs and to the master bath. Hands begin to work at running the water, tossing in the Epsom salt, the bubbles, even the oil you like. Tetta checks, rechecks, and checks the temperature again, his hand dipping into the water every so often to make sure it's just right.
And then he turns his attention to you, helping you undress slowly, carefully.
"Go ahead," he whispers as you approach the waiting bath. "I'll help you in." Your skin is still cold to the touch, but when you step into the bath, your mouth pops open a little to let a small breath escape. "Too hot?" Kisaki wonders, but you shake your head and sink into the water. Nimble fingers work at his sleeves, tugging them past his elbows before he kneels down beside you and picks up a washcloth.
"My face," you slur, and he nods, placing the cloth back down on the edge of the tub and picking up your face wash.
"Do you want me to do it?"
"My fingers are numb," you reply. Tetta quickly works the wash into a lather and covers the left side of your face before working on the right side, each of his motions slow and gentle. You're not fully with him yet, but as he proceeds to wash your body, he finds the little nail marks in your skin, the drag marks of nails across your forearm, and the beginnings of a nasty bruise on your wrist.
It takes everything in your husband to not let the rage bubble up and erupt at the signs of injury on his wife. But he knows if he shows any anger, that you'll take it as if he's angry with you. And that just won't do. Not when you looked at him with the most loving expression the other night. Not when your mouth opened to say his name like your hopes and dreams rested on his shoulders. Not when you mumbled "I love you" when he kissed you goodbye as you lay in bed.
Not when his whole life rested in the palm of your hand and his emotions were wrapped around your ring finger.
The time between the bath and tucking you into bed seems too short, but as his fingers course across your hair absentmindedly, he thinks long and hard about other things.
First, he needed to know what happened.
Second, he needed to find that son of a bitch - which wouldn't be too hard, considering the fact that you'd already told him everything about Saito.
And third, a call to Hanma would be in order.
"He tried to propose," you whisper into the void of the room, and Tetta perks up. "I told him he was delusional but he told me... he told me you didn't love me."
"You didn't believe him," Tetta replies and you shake your head, eyes becoming glassy once more. Your lip begins to quiver but Tetta shushes you, placing a kiss against your forehead.
"I ran so fast," you add, wiping your eyes.
"Did he say anything else?"
"That you see me as a trophy but I'm easily replaceable. But I told him he was wrong." Tetta clenches his jaw, thinking about all the things he's going to do. "He's wrong, right?" Your plea for affirmation tugs at Kisaki's heart and he leans down to press a very tender kiss to your lips, your nose, your eyes, your forehead.
"He's a fucking liar. No one comes before you or after you, my love. No one."
You fall asleep with his hand on yours, but Tetta knows he can't stay here all night. He's got work to do.
"Hanma," he speaks into the phone as he closes the door to the master bedroom, leaving you behind. "We're going hunting tonight."
"Sounds exciting," the man murmurs on the other line. "What should I bring?"
"Your fishing line... bait. And maybe some rocks. I think I'd like to skip some across the lake for a while."
summary: kisaki returns to your secure hotel after a long day of work only to have his worst fear become reality. what will he find in the hotel room? his happiness or a future too dark to fathom?
cw: MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH. ANGST. NO HAPPY ENDING. blood, death, angst, fucking sadness, grief, Kisaki is a simp what else is new, also I gave him snippets of family history (mentions of abuse)
a/n: i cried writing this. holy hell. this was inspired by a wonderful anon and i hope this is what you wanted :) also if you want to feel it listen to The Departed by Michael Nyman on repeat
minors do not interact. this work contains mature themes and if you continue reading you have agreed you are willing to see such content
Kisaki knew something was wrong the second he stepped inside the hotel. The hotel he had specifically chosen because it came with five extra layers of security.
The reception area was empty and the front desk all but abandoned, except for a fresh smear of red splattered across the countertop.
It all made his pulse quicken as he made his guards run off to sweep the area because the most important thing in his life was supposed to be secure in this hotel. His only reason for living, for breathing, was on the top floor.
He ignores his men’s calls for him to leave as he races over to the elevator, hitting the button over and over with an urgency he didn’t know he possessed. His calm and cool exterior giving way to the beast underneath.
The elevator ride is too long. It lets him rethink every facet of his day; every small thing that went wrong that led him here. The way you practically pushed him out of bed because he was going to be late, how you prepared his morning coffee for him as he showered, the twinkle in your eye when you saw him put on his suit jacket, and the gentle shove out the door without even a kiss, your voice saying, “You can get your kiss when you get home! You're already late.”
The promise of your lips when he was done with all of this bullshit was the only thing keeping him going throughout the day. And now this.
He palms the gun he has hidden away; he shouldn’t need it, right? The elevator is going to open and he’s going to be greeted by Hanma’s smug grin as he carries a dead body or two.
The elevator doors ding open to the empty hallway, and it does nothing to quell the rising bile in his throat. It’s quiet, far too quiet. He pulls his gun from its holster and makes his way down the still hallway to the large wooden door at the far end.
He places his hand on the doorknob, the cool touch of the metal grounding him.
Inside, you're wrapped up in blankets on the luxurious couch, the soft plush of the blankets making a stark contrast to the elaborate wooden molding along the back of the couch.
As soon as you see him walk through the door, your eyes light up, “Tetta! You're home early!” You always say that, even if it’s not true. You try to get up from your blanket cocoon but almost fall over. Good thing he’s there to catch you, his arms wrapping around your back as you wrap yours around his neck.
“Did you have a good day, love?” he whispers into your neck, before taking a deep breath of your hair, letting the scent calm him.
“It would have been better if you were here, but Hanma helped me make dinner.”
“Oh, is Shuji still here?” Kisaki asks, looking around for his second in command.
You wave him off, “No, he left earlier. Something about being needed elsewhere or something.” You give him one of your dazzling smiles, before raising your eyebrows suggestively. “But Tetta, that means we’re all alone for the rest of the night.”
His hands cup your face, pulling your face close to his. “Oh yeah? And what happens if some bad guys come to attack us?”
“I know you’ll protect me.”
Your voice is so filled with love and trust it makes his heart hurt. He can’t not be kissing you for any longer. His heart bursts out of his chest when your lips connect with his. Your fingers loop through the belt loops at his side and you pull him closer to you.
Fuck, you’re so perfect.
It repeated in his head like a mantra as he kisses you over and over again. Until you're pulling away from him.
“Tetta, I love you.” It’s whispered breathlessly across his lips, straight into his soul, and you know it from the way he freezes.
Every time you say it, it catches him off guard; he doesn't feel worthy of your love, but the way you giggle and whine, “Say it back!” lets him pretend that he is.
He nuzzles his face into your neck, causing more giggles. He says it over and over again like a mantra, “I love you, I love you.”
I love you.
His hand is still on the doorknob, the metal warm from his grasp because he can’t bring himself to open the door. The echoes of your laughter fade from his mind as he pushes past the lump in his throat and turns the knob.
Broken glass crunches under his shoes when he enters the dark room. With only the city lights outside to guide his way, he steps over bodies, broken pieces of wood paneling, bullet casings, and smashed furniture while making his way towards the couch.
Your blankets are still there, thrown across the back molding. The plush now filled with rips and tears hangs limply against the wood.
Tetta walks towards the adjoining bedroom door, past a large, smashed vase with flowers strewn about on the floor. The same flowers that he surprised you with just a day ago. The pinks and blues of the buds clash wildly with the dark hue of blood coating the petals: a horrifyingly, beautiful dichotomy of life mocking him.
He hears a shuffle, spinning around to see Hanma trying to sit up. He’s clutching his side, blood oozing between his fingers and dripping on the floor. His feet are trying to push himself up the wall but failing to have enough strength.
Hanma’s voice is garbled and Kisaki can barely make out what he's saying. Between the blood pouring from his lips to the white noise coating Tetta’s brain, he can only register the small apologies as he keeps moving.
He needs to find you, or find evidence that you're truly not here. If you were taken, maybe you’re not—
He throws the door to the bedroom open, scanning the room. The four poster bed is collapsed, clothes thrown about the room, a spatter of bullet holes line each wall, and his men lay unmoving at his feet.
He cares about none of it when he moves further into the room.
And then he sees you.
His soul shatters as he runs to your side, collapsing to his knees next to you. He doesn't know what to do, his hands hovering over your body. He sees the holes in your chest, the deep red staining your shirt and now his knees as he kneels in it, in your blood.
“No, no, no,” he whispers over and over, taking your hand in his. This can’t be real. This isn’t happening.
He squeezes his eyes shut, willing himself to wake from this nightmare of reality. But nothing works. The image of you laughing as he kisses your neck still hangs in his mind and now that's all but a memory.
A small whisper of his name has him opening his eyes; your eyes are barely open, and your voice so small he almost misses it.
“I knew you'd come.”
He can feel himself start to lose it, the grip on reality he has slipping away and he questions if this is really happening, but he won't squander this moment. He can’t.
“I’m here! Of course I'd come for you,” he says feverishly. He has, he always will.
You try to gather your strength, lifting your other hand up to his cheek. He holds it gently against his face, staring down at you.
“Please don't leave me. Don't go. I can’t go on without you,” his voice is a small whisper but you still hear him.
“I love you, Tetta.” Tears stream down his face, and you try to wipe them away with your thumb.
But Tetta can’t breathe; his whole life lies before him dying and he can’t do anything to stop it. You don't deserve this, you never deserved this.
“Come on Tetta, you have to say it back.” The soft smile on your face breaks his heart even more.
“I love you, I love you so much. I'm so sorry, I'm sorry,” he sobs, every cell in his body begging for this all to stop. For this to be a terrible joke that someones playing on him.
With as much strength as you can muster, you pull him down to you, guiding his lips to yours. The kiss is weak, your lips barely moving against his, all of your strength draining from your body as you spend this last moment with him.
He pours his love into you, giving everything he can to make this millisecond drag on longer and longer. It never has to end if this second goes on for eternity. This is enough, it has to be. It has to be. This is all he has. No amount of smarts or money can fix this fixed point in time.
He pulls away from the kiss to cradle your body in his arms, all of you drained out and gone, leaving behind an empty body that he knows every secret to. The way you like your tea, the look on your face when you have a secret to hide, how you take steaming hot showers and tease him about not being able to take the heat. You're his everything. Every piece of him is a part of you and now that you're gone, those pieces are too.
Fuck he can’t do this. He really can not do this.
Pulling you impossibly closer, he screams. He screams until he can’t anymore, until his voice is hoarse. And then he screams more. Anything to feel something that isn’t this. That isn’t this emptiness where you should be. The hole inside him that you carved out yourself is now painstakingly empty.
He forgot what it was to not feel. The change that you caused in him only dooms him now. He never felt like this before you. Not once when his dad was beating him, or when his mom abandoned him. Never before in his life has he known this feeling.
The thought of living without you for one second would have broken him so easily before, but now this? This eternity that he's doomed to live without you? He won't move past this. He can't. The only thing in his life worth living for is gone forever.
Kisaki lets his head fall, taking in your beautiful face one last time. Running his fingers along your lips, the lips he will never get to kiss again, he lets all of his tears fall. Let’s the river run through him as he builds a mental dam around everything that is you.
Every memory, every laugh, every joke. He builds it up brick by brick. Preserving it in place to hide it, to push the pain so far away from him so that he can stand and do what needs to be done. So that he can get revenge on the person that took everything from him, from the person that took you away from him.
He protects your body in his arms, carrying you out of the bedroom, past the flowers and the broken vase to lay you down on the couch. He covers you with the tattered blanket and gives you a kiss to your forehead.
“I love you, fuck, I love you,” he whispers against your skin before he puts the last brick in place, sealing you up in his mind before turning to leave.
His new numb state is preferred to the hole you pierced in his heart, and he will end the people who did this to you, to the both of you. The elevator door dings as it opens, and he takes one look back before stepping inside.
The world will know his fury for taking the only thing he has ever loved.
