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“Maybe they’re just resting, that last fight was pretty intense.” Usopp replied.

“Well help me look for them! I need their help with something and I’ve already searched all over.” (Y/N) listened to Nami stomp off, smiling tiredly when they heard Sanji dance after her, promising to help her with anything she ever needed. They waited until they heard multiple footsteps wander away before making the climb back up to the deck.

It was harder than it should have been, their leg felt like it was on fire and they could feel the blood leaking out from the bandages, soaking into their pant leg. (Y/N) finally managed to grab hold of the railing, hoisting themself up to sit still overlooking the ocean.

“What the hell were you doing down there!” Zoro’s loud yell nearly sent them toppling over the edge in surprise. (Y/N) peeked over their shoulder to make nervous eye contact with the swordsman. They gulped as he stomped closer, having no fight left to give as he grabbed them by the back of their shirt and dragged them off the railing. “Well? What were you doing down there?”

“It’s quiet down there.” They mumbled back, head dropped down to face the floor. They were doing their best to balance their weight on one leg without letting Zoro see the obvious favoritism of their injured leg.

“Hey, are you okay? You look sick.” Zoro’s grip on their shirt loosened.

“Yeah I’m fine. I’d better go find Nami, she was looking for me, right?” (Y/N) brushed off Zoro’s hand with a nod goodbye, but with their first step (Y/N)’s leg collapsed beneath them.

They fell into a heap on the deck, blood spattering through their pants onto the wood. Their limbs suddenly felt heavier than lead and a shiver racked through their body despite the hot flush that had taken residence in their head. Zoro let out a shout of shock, crouching down next to them, putting a hesitant hand onto their shoulder.

“Hey, what the hell’s wrong with you, huh?” Zoro continued to shout with worry, pulling (Y/N) up from the floor to rest against his torso. His eyes widened and his breath stopped when he saw the small puddle of blood that was below them. “Where’s that blood from, huh? Answer me!” He shook them frantically, panicking slightly when they just groaned back.

“I’m fine, jus’ leave me alone.” They tried to fight against his hold, but the second they moved their leg (Y/N) let out a shout of pain.

“Just stop fighting, there’s something wrong with you!” (Y/N) stilled, face twisting into a pained scowl, extending their leg out from beneath them for Zoro to see. The fabric of their pants was wet with blood and Zoro could see loose, bloody bandages through the hole that had clearly caused the problem they were now dealing with. “When did this happen? What happened?”

“The ambush.”

“The ambush! That was almost two days ago! Have you been bleeding like this for that long?” Zoro nearly screamed in frustration at their weak shrug. “Why didn’t you say anything, you dumb ass?” By now Zoro’s yelling had brought the attention of the rest of the crew, Nami in the lead as they arrived to investigate.

“What the hell is with this racket, huh?” Nami shouted.

“This dumb ass is hurt and didn’t say anything about it!” Zoro shouted back, making Nami gasp.

“Get them inside then, you idiot!” Zoro scrambled to pick (Y/N) up and follow Nami’s orders. (Y/N) was sat on the dining table in the kitchen and Nami quickly went to work, cutting away the pant leg above the injury, muttering insults to the exhausted pirate as she worked.

“You know, you’re really a pain in my ass when you do stuff like this.” Nami stated when she finally finished, sitting back in her chair and glaring at the pirate on the table. (Y/N) slowly peeled their eyes open, not entirely sure of where they were and how long it had been Zoro had pulled them off the railing. “You somehow managed to get that stab wound infected in two days, probably because it was barely wrapped while wearing those pants that haven’t been washed in who knows how long.” (Y/N) blinked tiredly, swaying a little under the weight of their own upright torso. “When was the last time you slept?” Another slow blink, then they looked down at their hand trying to count on their fingers, vision blurry. “Nevermind. You stay right where you are, I’m going to get someone to carry your sorry ass to bed. You hear me? Don’t. Move.” Nami’s stern voice sent a shiver down their spine and (Y/N) nodded quickly.

Nami soon returned with Zoro in tow, but in (Y/N)’s bleary exhaustion they could barely hear what the two were saying. They could only watch as Nami pointed at them, then behind Zoro who nodded and walked over. Only when Zoro was right in front of them could (Y/N) understand what he was saying, just barely.

“Sorry but I’m gonna pick you up because you don’t really look up to walking.” There was a slight chuckle in his voice, but his pinched eyebrows made his true concern very clear. He leaned in, pressing his shoulder to their torso and hooking an arm under their legs, hoisting them up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and making his way out of the kitchen through the ship. (Y/N) was too tired to protest, letting their head bump into his back with each step, reveling in the warmth that radiated from Zoro’s torso.

Zoro could feel (Y/N) getting heavier on his shoulder as they finally succumbed to sleep and he let out a sigh of relief. He may be an idiot but even he had noticed they hadn’t been sleeping, even ignoring the heavy bags that had been growing under their eyes, he hadn’t seen them enter the cabin in days.

(Y/N) was fully passed out by the time Zoro stopped in front of their hammock, snoring lightly and drooling if that wet patch on the back of his shirt told him anything. He shifted them forward, trying to gently drop them into their hammock, wary of their leg, almost falling with them when their hand grabbed tight to his shirt.

“Hey, c’mon now, let go of me so you can sleep.” (Y/N) made no response, other than a light snore, if anything they tightened their grip. “Hey, wake up and let go of me!” Zoro let go of one of their legs and brought the now free hand up to shake at their shoulder. (Y/N) mumbled something and hooked the now limp leg around his thigh, wrapping their whole body around his torso and clinging to him like a koala, still fast asleep.

Zoro looked behind him towards the door, checking to see if anyone had followed. He had been planning on taking a nap after bringing (Y/N) to their bunk. Zoro laid himself down in the hammock, using his long arms and legs to hold himself up while (Y/N) unconsciously shuffled around into a more comfortable position.

Zoro chuckled when they finally settled in one spot, sprawled out on their stomach on his chest, one leg dropped over the side of the hammock, swinging just enough to add a relaxing sway to the hammock.

“Are you comfortable?” He could barely contain himself when (Y/N) mumbled back nodding into his chest.

Zoro groaned, waking from his nap, pushing at the slow shifting mass on his chest.

“Stop it, ‘m jus’ tryna get comfortable.” A familiar voice groaned out, but before Zoro’s barely awake brain could connect the dots, they tried to roll over and jabbed a sharp elbow into his ribs.

“Well get comfortable while keeping your bony elbows out of my ribs!” He finally screamed, pushing their arm away.

“Huh?” Two shaky hands planted themselves on Zoro’s shoulders and the weight lifted. His eyes opened to find (Y/N)’s tired, confused face inches away from his.

They both seemed to realize the situation they were in at the same time, both trying to scramble away from each other in embarrassment, completely forgetting that they were precariously balanced in a hammock multiple feet above the ground.

They crashed to the ground on opposite sides of the hammock, Zoro landing flat on his ass, watched as (Y/N) landed on their head. 

“Hey, you gotta be careful! You’re still hurt, idiot!” Zoro quickly crawled over to them, dragging them up to sit. They sat in silence for a few moments.

“Man, when did you become such a sap, huh?” (Y/N) finally said, laying back onto the floor laughing.

“Oh so now I’m a sap for caring about you?” A nod. “Well I wouldn’t need to be a sap if you just took care of yourself.” (Y/N)’s smile disappeared as they turned their head to the side, pursing their lips in embarrassment.

“Well maybe I like it when you’re a sap..” They muttered back, too quiet for Zoro to understand.

“Huh? What was that?” Zoro leaned closer, face now close enough to feel the radiating heat from (Y/N)’s. 

“I said!” (Y/N) yelled back, quickly turning to face Zoro again, freezing when their eyes met and their noses brushed together.

“You said? Come on, (Y/N), don’t get coy on me.” Zoro was first to recover from the shock, easily slipping into teasing his crew mate. (Y/N) tried to turn their head away to hide their embarrassment but was quickly stopped by Zoro’s strong hands on their chin. (Y/N) tried to stutter out a response, temperature raising by the second as Zoro started to laugh. “Oh come on now, don’t hide now. Tell me what you wanted to say.”

“I said I like it when you’re a sap. I-” They paused for a moment, eyes flashing to make quick eye contact with the green haired swordsman. “I wanna be a sap for you too.”

Zoro’s eyes widened for a single moment before dropping back to their usual tired grin, accompanied by a lazy smile.

“Well that’s good to hear, let’s do this.” He paused, licking his lips. “I’ll be your sap if you’ll be mine.” He leaned a little closer, stopping when their lips were a breath apart, letting go of (Y/N)’s chin, handing the decision of continuing over to them.

(Y/N) surged forward, slamming their lips together, bringing their own hands up to grab the sides of Zoro’s head. Despite initiating the kiss, Zoro was shocked still for multiple seconds, before laying a strong hand on the back of their neck to pull (Y/N) even closer. (Y/N) continued to push forward against Zoro, who let them push him onto his back, both shuffling around each other on the floor beneath the hammock. (Y/N) brought their leg up, moving to sit on Zoro’s hips, right as the swordsman shifted his knee to the side to try and make room for his new partner in crime.

The heated kiss stopped when knee met bandaged thigh, knocking the air out of (Y/N)’s lungs with a pained wheeze. They dropped their face away from Zoro’s, hiding into his neck to try and blink away the tears that formed.

“Shit! Are you okay? You’re alright, right?” Zoro was slightly panicked, unable to decide if he wanted to focus on their pained face or focus on checking for blood seeping through the bandages on their thigh, quickly looking back and forth between the two.

“I’m alright.” (Y/N) laughed, looking up and resting their forehead against Zoro’s cheek. “More surprising than painful. Think we should get back in the hammock? Probably more comfortable than the floor.”

“You’re probably right.” Zoro sat up, pressing a quick kiss against their lips, standing up and taking his spot in their hammock.

“Man, you’re quick to take up my bed, huh?” (Y/N) laughed, still sitting on the floor looking up at him. Zoro peeked down over the side of the hammock, eyes crinkling with glee.

“Last I checked you invited me. Come on now, That was one of the best naps I’ve had in a while, I’m looking forward to another.” (Y/N) climbed up on top of him, laying back on their stomach on his chest face to face. “You look much more well rested, was it a good nap for you?” Zoro’s terrible attempt of small talk made them laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, it seems I’ll have to start stealing you away just to get a good night's rest.” (Y/N) giggled again, tilting their head to rest their cheek against his chest.

“It’s not really stealing if I go with you willingly is it?” Zoro waited a moment for a response, before looking down to see (Y/N) now fast asleep again, snoring and drooling again, lost to the waking world. He laughed again, wrapping his arms around their torso and closed his eyes, drifting into another pleasant nap.

They got up, sick of lying in bed waiting for sleep to come, walking to the kitchen to get some ice water. (Y/N) leaned against the counter, running a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to push it up off his neck. They looked over to the clock on the microwave, deflating at the sight of 3:42 A.M., rubbing their eyes with the back of their hands.

They put the cup in the sink and made their way to the bathroom for a cold shower. When they grabbed a towel from the closet, (Y/N) noticed the small box tucked next to the extra shampoo and conditioner. They squinted, pouting a little at the thought of what they could do with it.

(Y/N) groaned at the sound of the first alarm, blindly patting Yuji on the stomach trying to get him to get up faster. Yuji grumbled, pushing their hand away and shuffling across the bed, tucking himself into their side.

“Baby, you gotta get up. You have work today.” (Y/N) shook his shoulder. “At least turn the alarm off, baby, I didn’t sleep well last night.”

“Okay, baby, sorry.” He finally mumbled, pushing himself up and reaching over to his nightstand to turn off the alarm. He leaned down, pressing a tired kiss to their jaw, before letting out a shocked screech. “What did you do to your hair!”

“Wha?” (Y/N) opened their eyes, staring up at Yuji tiredly. “Oh, yeah, it was too hot last night. Couldn’t sleep.” They pouted tiredly at their boyfriend, reaching a hand up to rub his back.

“So you shaved your head?” He reached over to rub his fingers over the choppy buzz cut they had given themself in the middle of the night. “You did kind of a shitty job, babe.” They both laughed, Yuji leaning down to press their foreheads together.

“You gonna get up and get ready for work?” (Y/N) asked, bringing their hand from his back to Yuji’s cheek.

“Don’t you want me to fix this for you?” Yuji tugged at one of the longer chunks. “It is my job, y’know, as a hairstylist.”

“Apprentice hairstylist.” (Y/N) teased back, pinching at his cheek, leaving Yuji to gasp in fake shock.

“More qualified than your midnight appointment with my hair clippers.” Yuji teased back, moving to sit in (Y/N)’s lap, straddling their hips.

“I told you! I was hot and I couldn’t sleep, what else was I supposed to do?” (Y/N) grumbled, bringing their hands to Yuji’s thighs. “Not everyone sleeps like the dead, Yuji.”

Yuji opened his mouth to retort but was immediately interrupted by his second alarm, making him look over in shock at his phone. He leaned over to grab his phone, still keeping in his spot in (Y/N)’s lap, turning off the alarm and the next one. (Y/N) lightly slapped at his thigh, making Yuji look up from his phone.

“What baby? Do you need me to move?” Yuji dropped down to cage (Y/N) below him, with a sharp grin.

“As much as I’d love for you to stay here all day, you have work today, you can’t be late.” Yuji groaned, dropping all his weight onto their chest, pressing his nose to their neck. He groaned more when (Y/N)’s laugh jostled him around on their chest.

“Fine. I guess I’ll leave the nice warm bed and go out into the cold cruel world.” Yuji sat up, looking away from (Y/N).

“If you want, I’ll get up and get ready with you, you big baby.”

“I’m home, babe!” (Y/N) looked away from their computer, over their shoulder waiting for Yuji to enter their line of sight. “Time for me to clean up your hair! It looks bad, come here.” (Y/N) met him halfway across the room, sweeping him up in their arms, pressing their face into his neck.

“So mean.” (Y/N) smirked, letting teasing hands wander down Yuji’s back.

“Come on, let’s go.” (Y/N) let Yuji slide his hands down their arms, grasping their wrists and stopping their wandering hands, before he led them to the bathroom. Yuji sat them on the edge of the bathtub, before turning to the door. “I’m gonna go get the clippers, stay right here.” (Y/N) could see the glint of his tongue piercing when he smiled, nodding to him and waiting for him to return.

They let him run the clippers over their head, moving their head whichever way Yuji’s hands prompted. (Y/N) even closed their eyes, relishing in the feeling of Yuji’s hand cradling their cheek, occasionally peeking up at Yuji’s concentrated face.

“You’re really handsome, baby.” Yuji stopped, pulling the clippers from their head, looking down at them, giving them a closed eyed, goofy smile.

“You’re quite the looker yourself, babe.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to their temple.

“Even with my messed up hair?” (Y/N) leaned a little closer with a teasing smirk, making their boyfriend laugh.

He thought the cheer team was sick and cruel. They were loud, overwhelmingly so, and even he had trouble focusing on playing sometimes, he pitied the other teams.

Now he was running far out of bounds to try and dig up a deflected block. He dove, sliding along the gym floor, pushing his hand below the ball and sending it back towards the court, towards Atsumu who would make a perfect set for any one of the team's powerful attackers to slam into the opposing side of the court and score another point. (Y/N) got to his knees, panting, watching over his shoulder as Aran scored another point. While the ball was passed back over for the next serve, (Y/N) jogged back to his spot on the court, crouching down waiting for the ball to return to him.

“You okay?” Osamu called over to him, glancing out of the corner of his eyes, watching him nod back. “Good.”

The serve was returned, but (Y/N) didn’t need to worry about returning it when Atsumu set it at first contact. Somehow the opposing team sent the ball back over the net around the blockers, forcing (Y/N) to dive for the ball, digging it up, but before he could jump up and get out of the way, someone had stepped on his left ankle, stumbling to try and get towards the net. Pain shot through his ankle but he had to ignore it, standing back up and moving to the back row, keeping as much weight off his ankle as he could, running off pure adrenaline.

His ankle throbbed as he watched the ball pass from person to person on the other side of the net, before the blockers led the ball straight to his arms. He crouched down on his right leg, which shook under his weight, his left leg out straight to imitate proper form. It was his first game, he had to ignore the cheer team, ignore the pain, he couldn’t leave his team without a libero. Was the game always this fast? How was the ball already coming back towards him? He could see the path of the ball, he lunged to the left, somehow forgetting the terrible pain until he stomped down on his ankle, collapsing in an instant, stuck watching the ball hit the floor just out of his reach. All eyes were on him as he shakily tried to push himself off the floor, the pain in his ankle getting so bad that his vision was blurring.

Inarizaki’s cheer team screamed their disapproval, despite the large point lead they had, he had just given up an easy point by tripping over his own feet. The noises all blurred together and he could feel his heartbeat in his ankle, and his teammates finally realized he wasn’t getting up. Then suddenly everyone was crowding around him, catching the attention of the coaches and referees, who stopped the game. The crowd had stopped, realizing now that something was actually wrong when their coach ran over, placing a concerned hand on his shoulder, the final push of his overstimulation.

“Don’t touch me!” He blindly smacked the hand away before shouting in pain when the swing of his arm jostled his whole body. The adrenaline from the game was slowly leaving his body, letting the pain hit him like a truck.

“We have to get you off the court, you obviously can’t play right now.” The hand was put under his bicep this time, gently pulling him up to sit. “Where does it hurt?”

“Ankle.” (Y/N) finally whimpered, pulling his knee to his chest to lift his foot off the ground.

“Let’s get you to the nurse, come on.” A set of arms went under each of his arms, lifting him off the ground and barely letting his good foot hit the floor, practically carrying him through the nearly empty halls to the nurses office.

He ended up in the E.R., whoever had stepped on his ankle had fractured something, leaving him stuck in a cast.

He could feel eyes on him as he crutched down the hall, everyone had heard about what happened during the game, and the pity and guilt that (Y/N) could feel in their stares made him scowl harder. No one had approached him, which is exactly what he wanted. He just wanted to get through his day, turn in his jersey, and go home.

(Y/N) could hear Atsumu yelling as he approached the gym, wincing when it somehow got even louder. He waited just inside the doors, not wanting to track dirt into the gym, hoping that only Coach Kurosu would notice his messy figure in the door. His uniform shirt was rumpled, his tie barely tied, one pant leg rolled above his cast, and to top it all off deep, dark circles around his eyes.

“Oh hey.” Osamu was suddenly in front of him, making (Y/N) jump a little. “Didn’t think I’d see you at practice, shouldn’t you be home resting.”

“‘M turning in my jersey.” (Y/N) grumbled back, suddenly deciding that he was done waiting for his coach to notice his arrival, crutching away quickly to hide the growing flush on his cheeks.

“What? Why-”

“Hey, (Y/N)! Shouldn’t you be home resting?” Osamu is quickly interrupted by Atsumu, who shoved him out of the way. (Y/N) ignored them both, listening to them push each other around as he balanced on one leg trying to swing his backpack around and pull out the jerseys.

“(L/N), why are you here?” Coach Kurosu asked, finally looking over, a little shocked to see the libero.

“Turning in my jersey.” (Y/N) presented the folded clothes to him.

“Are you sure?” Coach Kurosu was hesitant to accept them, raising one of his eyebrows.

“Doctor said I wouldn’t be out of the cast for a few months, and even after that I might need physical therapy to get my strength back. I won’t be able to play any time soon, so I might as well give someone else a chance.” (Y/N) scowled down at the floor, hating the feeling of the entire team’s eyes on him.

“I see, I’m sorry.” (Y/N) just nodded, readjusting his backpack on his shoulders.

“Goodbye.” He mumbled.

“Rest up, I hope you’ll be back next season.” (Y/N) nodded again, turning around to leave the gym, only to walk right into the broad chest of the grey haired Miya twin.

“Yer quittin’ the team?” He almost sounded hurt, and it made (Y/N)’s throat tighten.

“Not like I want to.” (Y/N) knew he wouldn’t be able to get out of this conversation, stuck arguing with his crush, also unable to stop the growing heat in his cheeks.

“Are ya still gonna come to practice?”

“Why would I? You gonna miss me or something?” (Y/N) teased with a small laugh, watching Osamu sputter as his cheeks flushed red.

“Well, we’re friends aren’t we? And it’s not like we have any classes together.” (Y/N) stopped laughing, a little shocked. “So, yeah. Guess I would.”

“Oh,” A small smile spread across both of their faces. “Well then maybe not every day, but a couple times a week.” 

“‘Samu! Come hit some more spikes, I wanna see how low I can get below a set!” Both jumped, looking over to Atsumu, who looked ready to throw the volleyball in his hands at his twin.

“What’s your issue with me, huh?” The volleyball players, Bokuto included, all looked over in shock at the very visibly angry third year that had interrupted their lunch time conversation.

“What are you-?” Bokuto was the first to open their mouth, and the most visibly confused. They never even spared him or any of his friends a glance, and he knew his friends tried to steer well clear of (Y/N) and all their friends, who could have a problem with them?

“Quit acting stupid and stop watching me! I have eyes, I’ve noticed!” (Y/N) spun on their heels and left in a huff, leaving Bokuto flushed bright red and staring after them.

“Bokuto, what was all that about?” Akaashi finally broke the shocked silence, making all eyes turn to the captain, who was slowly deflating.

“I don’t know!” He started anxiously tugging at his hair with a whine. “I’ve never even talked to them, I don’t know why they suddenly hate me so much.”

“I don’t think it’s very sudden, Bokuto. They kinda just hate everyone by the looks of it, I mean I’m honestly surprised they haven’t gotten expelled yet with how many fights they’ve gotten in.” Sarakui butted in, clapping a hand onto Bokuto’s shoulder, drawing the captain’s eyes.

“Well, I mean yeah, but they can’t be all bad right?” Bokuto’s eyes almost looked pleading while he stared back at his friend. “I just feel like they’re not all that bad, y’know?” He looked back to the hallway where (Y/N) had stormed off to. The rest of the team knew that trying to argue with Bokuto now was a lost cause, either he’d be right or he’d be in for a rude awakening, either way any words they threw his way would bounce right off his thick skull.

And they were 100% right, all the noise around Bokuto was tuned out while he started on his plan to try to talk to (Y/N). That day, after practice, after (Y/N)’s detention that he knew they had, he was going to finally talk to them.

But it turns out that making a plan in your own head is a lot easier than actually executing it, even for Bokuto, who often acts without thinking. He had managed to get out of practice a few minutes early, to collect all his things out of the club room and wait nearby the detention room, unable to sit still. He kept checking his phone, pacing in circles, glancing between the floor at his feet and the door that led to the classroom they were in.

But when (Y/N) finally left the door, Bokuto almost flinched back at the snarl their face was twisted into, making him rethink his decision. He stood completely still, eyes flashing anywhere but in (Y/N)’s direction, waiting for them to leave his sight before he moved.

“Well that went well.” Yukie laughed, making Bokuto jump in surprise.

“What are you doing here!” Bokuto was quick to recover, pointing accusingly at his friend, who was still laughing at him.

“I heard about what happened at lunch today, it’s So obvious what’s going on!” She kept laughing, poking at Bokuto’s sides, making him squirm.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! There’s nothing going on!”

“You have a crush on them! It's so obvious! I don’t know how any of you haven’t noticed!” Yukie kept laughing as Bokuto’s face got bright red. “You two would be so cute together! Hold on, was that why you were out here! Were you going to confess!”

“N-no! What do you mean I have a crush?” Bokuto was starting to get uncharacteristically meek.

“Did you not know?”

“No.”

“Well then go! Go tell them, they couldn’t have gotten far by now!” Yukie started to push him towards the front gate, not that she could move him very far.

“But what if they say no! They yelled at me today, I don’t think they like me!” Bokuto planted his feet into the ground while Yukie threw her whole body weight against his back.

“The worst that’ll happen is they say no, and you move on! But if you never ask you’ll never know, and that’s totally worse!” Bokuto barely noticed Yukie’s continuous pushing, thinking heavily about what she said.

“You’re right!” He finally stepped forward, giving Yukie no warning and making her fall to the ground when she went to push him again. He threw her a quick “Thanks, Yukippe!” before racing off after (Y/N), not noticing her sitting on the floor.

He wandered down the street that he had seen (Y/N) turn onto, searching for any sight of them on the almost empty street.

“Beat it, Asshole!” (Y/N)’s shout caught Bokuto’s attention, and suddenly a somewhat familiar face ran from an alleyway, half limping face covered in quickly developing bruises. “Hey, hey, c’mon little guy, it’s okay.” Bokuto cocked his head to the side, hearing their voice drop in volume and ferocity, walking a little faster towards the alleyways about a block away. He blushed brighter when he noticed how soft it was, the anger and volume that he normally heard at school was nowhere to be heard, it sounded like they were comforting someone. “Hey , c’mon come here, I won’t hurt you.” There was a pause, before finally, “Gotcha!” Bokuto slowed down a little, watching (Y/N) slowly exit the alleyway with their school blazer bundles up in their arms.

“Um, hey!” (Y/N) whipped their head up from the bundle in their arms, sending a deadly glare.

“Are you following me or something? Why are you here?” They tightened their hold on the jacket defensivel.

“I just had something to tell you, is all. But hey, hey, hey, what’s in your jacket? And what were you doing with that guy that just ran off?” Bokuto finally noticed their busted lip and bloody nose in the dim streetlight, instantly getting concerned. “Did that guy hurt you?”

“As if!” They scoffed back. “That asshole was fucking with a kitten, so I beat his ass. He just managed to hit me a couple times.”

“A kitten?” Bokuto was shocked, finally closing the distance between him and his crush, trying to catch a peek at the mentioned kitten.

“Yeah, I mean I know people think I’m an asshole, but messing with animals is sick! And I won’t stand for it.” (Y/N) took the last step, moving so that their shoulders were almost touching, but refusing to look away from the bundle. “You wanna see ‘im?”

“Yeah!”

“Shh! He’s scared you can’t be that loud.”

“Sorry! Can I see him though?”

“Mmhmm.” (Y/N) slowly pulled the fabric of their jacket out of the face of the kitten, who peered up at the two third years with wide eyes. “I gotta take him to the vet and get him checked out, but I think I’m gonna ask my parents if I can keep him.”

“He’s so little.” Bokuto whispered, mesmerized by the little kitten in (Y/N)’s arms. The look of awe on Bokuto’s face made (Y/N)’s face heat up a little, they couldn’t lie he was cute.

“Yeah, he’s still super little, he definitely shouldn’t be out on his own yet, that’s why I wanna take him in, y’know?” Bokuto nodded, slowly reaching a finger towards the kitten, softly petting his forehead.

“He’s so cute!” (Y/N) giggled a little at Bokuto’s reaction, quickly stopping themself, especially when the thought of “But you’re cuter” quickly came to the front of their brain.

“I-It’s getting late, I gotta go! My parents’ll be worried, especially because I have to stop and drop off the kitten. So yeah, bye.” (Y/N) quickly raced away, leaving Bokuto standing on the sidewalk, shocked and a little disappointed, finally realizing that he had never asked them out.

He deflated with a groan, turning around to walk home.

“I blew it, Yukippe.” Bokuto whined into his phone, flopping onto his bed.

“What do you mean! Could you not find them or something?” Yukie was laying on her own bed, textbook and notebook abandoned next to her, all attention now on Bokuto.

“I did but I got distracted and I didn’t even get the chance to ask them.” Bokuto pouted, pulling his pillow down from the top of his bed to press his face into.

“How did you get distracted, Bokuto?”

“They were rescuing a kitten and it was so cute!”

“A kitten?”

“Yeah, apparently some guy was messing with it, so they chased him off, and the kitten was just so small and cute!” 

“So let me get this straight, you have a crush on some bad ass punk, who you then found rescuing a kitten?”

“Yes.”

“You realize how ridiculous this sounds right?”

“A little.”

“Well as long as you know.” Yukie sighed, glancing over at her books again. “I have to get back to studying, so I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

“Wait! What am I supposed to do!” Bokuto shot up, sitting up straight on his bed staring ahead as if Yukie was sitting in front of him.

“I’m not sure, just try again tomorrow I guess. And think about it, now you have something to ask them about. To start a conversation!” Bokuto nodded, forgetting that she couldn’t see him for a moment.

“You’re right, I just have to talk to them tomorrow!” Bokuto was practically glowing with excitement, before quickly remembering that he hadn’t eaten dinner yet. “Okay, Yukippe, I have to go see you tomorrow!”

“Bye!”

“Hey, hey, hey!” (Y/N) looked up at the familiar shout of Fukurodani’s Volleyball team Captain, looking back over their shoulder from where they showed their friends the pictures of their new kitten. “Hey, hey, (Y/N)!”

“Oh, um, Bokuto, what’s up.” (Y/N) turned to face him, frowning to try and hide the growing heat in their cheeks.

“I wanted to ask you about that kitten you found last night! It’s okay, right?” He excitedly cocked his head to the side, bouncing on his feet waiting for an answer.

“Yeah, he’s doing good, I should get to pick him up today. My parents said they’d let me keep him too.”

“That’s great!”

“Yeah it is, I’m excited.” (Y/N) paused, face heating up even more when they heard their friends playfully snickering to each other. “Oh wait, Bokuto, you said last night that you had something to tell me?” Bokuto stopped bouncing, cheeks flushing as his eyes flicked between (Y/N) and their group of friends behind them.

“Oh, yeah, I did. I do! I just, um,” He started to stutter as his face got an even brighter red.

“Do you wanna talk privately?” (Y/N) finally interrupted, quickly elbowing their closest friend for laughing a little too loud, sending them a sharp glare.

“Yeah, I would. Let’s go, please?” Bokuto visibly relaxed, smiling happily again and taking a few steps away from the group waiting expectantly for (Y/N) to follow.

“So what did you wanna say?” They had been following Bokuto for a few minutes, walking around the school campus, waiting for him to stop or even just say something. His shoulders jumped at their question, almost as if he had forgotten (Y/N) was there.

“Right, yeah.” He finally stopped in an empty hallway, turning on his heels to face them. “I really like you! And I was hoping that maybe you liked me back and we could go on a date!” His normally wide eyes were screwed tight and his face was tilted up towards the ceiling.

“Really?” (Y/N)’s normally loud voice was quiet, almost like they didn’t believe him, which felt like a knife through his gut.

“Yeah! Of course! I wouldn’t tell you if I didn’t! That’s a type of low I’d never stoop to!” He brought a hand up to scratch the back of his neck, blushing and looking down to the floor next to them. “So if you don’t feel the same that’s fine, but-”

“I do feel the same!” (Y/N) was quick to interrupt before Bokuto could start to spiral into his own thoughts. “I just, didn’t think you’d like someone like me.”

“What’s not to like?” Bokuto sounded appalled at the idea that people wouldn’t like them, which made them laugh.

“I don’t know, but anyways, maybe today you could come with me to come pick up my new kitten? I could wait for you to finish practice, and we could walk there together?”

“Yeah! That sounds great, I’d love to!” They both giggled together, interrupted by the bell signaling the end of lunch.

“Oh, crap, I gotta go get my stuff, I’ll see you later, Bokuto!” Bokuto watched as they raced away in the direction they had walked from with a goofy smile on his face, shouting for them to have a good day.

“Did you do it?” Yukie practically pounced on Bokuto when he entered the gym, finally making him stagger at the force.

“I did!” Bokuto shouted back, practically shaking with excitement.

“And I’m assuming it went well?”

“Yes! We’re going to pick up their cat together today after practice!” 

“That’s great!”

“Bokuto! Start warming up!” The coach called, interrupting their conversation, making them both jump in surprise.

“Baby it’s my desk, I want to keep it how I like it. This is how I like it.” (Y/N) rubbed his hands down his face, trying to keep himself calm. He knows that they’re both tired, that they don’t want to fight. Kiyoomi was late which means they still needed to come up with something to do for dinner before they both crashed.

“The mess stresses me out, I don’t know how-”

“If it stresses you out, just don’t look at it!” (Y/N) knows it’s an unfair thing to say, it’s Kiyoomi’s home too, it shouldn’t stress him out.

“That’s not how it works! Even if I could just not look at it, I still know it’s a mess!”

“I know, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have said that. I’m just tired and hungry, let’s figure out what to have for dinner and-”

“And I’m not? I had to stay longer at practice today and I thought that I’d at least come home to see that the one thing I asked you to do would be done!” Kiyoomi still stood above him, arms crossed over his chest, glaring now.

“One thing? Kiyoomi, you asked me to clean the whole apartment! That's more than one thing! I scrubbed the kitchen and the bathroom, I cleaned our room, I swept and vacuumed because I know that’s what you prefer. I get that you’re busy but I can’t do everything!”

“So asking you to help out when you aren’t doing anything means I’m making you do everything?” Kiyoomi sneered back.

“That’s not what I meant!” (Y/N) stood up finally, face to face with his boyfriend.

“It’s what you said.”

“If you aren’t going to listen to me, then I’m not going to have this conversation.”

“So you’re going to run away?” Kiyoomi took a step forward.

“I’m saying that I won’t let you purposefully misinterpret my words, Kiyoomi.” (Y/N) stood his ground.

“I am no-” (Y/N) rolled his eyes and pushed past Kiyoomi before he could finish his sentence. “Where are you going?” He followed after (Y/N) as he made his way to the door.

“I told you I didn’t want to fight, Kiyoomi. I need to cool down before either of us say something we’ll both regret.” (Y/N) wouldn’t look at him as he grabbed his keys, phone, wallet, and anything else he’d need. “I’m going for a walk.”

Before Kiyoomi could say a word the door had shut behind (Y/N) leaving him standing alone in the entryway. He suddenly felt gross, from practice he told himself, he just needed to shower. (Y/N) probably wouldn’t be home for a while, so he needed to figure out what he was eating for dinner too.

The minute he entered the bathroom he felt even worse, it was spotless. Everything was in it’s spot and he noticed (Y/N) had even lit a candle for him, which hurt Kiyoomi more knowing that (Y/N) didn’t like the smell of candles.

After his shower he ate some leftovers he found in the fridge in silence, sitting alone in the quiet apartment. Every few minutes he would look between the front door, the clock on the microwave, and his phone that sat on the table next to his plate. Waiting for any sign that (Y/N) was coming home.

(Y/N) however, got out of the apartment complex and just started walking. It was almost dark out, the city slowly coming to life. He walked for 20 minutes before remembering that he hadn’t had dinner yet. He veered off his path down the sidewalk into a restaurant. He put his mask on as he entered out of the habit of soothing Kiyoomi’s nerves, before someone called his name.

“Hey, (Y/N)! Where’s your other half? Or are you picking up for both of you tonight?” (Y/N) hadn’t even noticed that his feet had led him to Onigiri Miya, and the one and only Osamu Miya behind the register.

“Oh, um, just me today.” (Y/N) took a seat at the bar near Osamu. “But yeah the usual, thanks.” (Y/N) threw him a small smile, fishing out his wallet and handing over a handful of bills. Osamu accepted them with a skeptical look but went to make (Y/N)’s meal without question.

He ate in silence while Osamu cleaned up, getting ready to close and go home. The food was as good as always, but it wasn’t the same without Kiyoomi sitting beside him.

“Did you two get into a fight or something?” Osamu finally called out, leaning against an upside down chair he had just put on a table.

“Yeah, something like that. Just a dumb fight so I just wanted to go for a walk.” (Y/N) looked over at him, pushing the empty plate in front of him away.

“Are you going home tonight?” Osamu made his way over, picking up the empty plate and moving to the sink.

“Wasn’t that serious of a fight. At least I don’t think it was.” The last part was mumbled, and sounded like (Y/N) was trying to convince himself more than Osamu.

“Well you have my number if you need a place to stay.”

“Yeah ‘course, thanks for the food, delicious as always.” (Y/N) stood from his seat, making his way to the door. “Have a good night, Osamu.”

“Of course, get home safe.”

“Yeah.”

The apartment was quiet and dark when he got home, not that he expected Kiyoomi to be up and about. (Y/N) just went into their room, looking over at Kiyoomi who was curled up in bed, before grabbing his pajamas and going to take a shower.

Kiyoomi was a light sleeper in general, so the second the door clicked open he was awoken from his already fitful sleep. He was going to get up and meet (Y/N) at the door but quickly scratched that idea, worried that he might still be upset. He stayed in bed, listening to (Y/N) move around the room, and eventually the shower starting. He waited for (Y/N) to come into the room after the shower stopped, but all he got was the hall closet opening and footsteps going past the half closed door, before the apartment went quiet.

Kiyoomi sat up in bed, finally realizing what had happened. He had driven his boyfriend out of the house and then onto the couch. He slowly got up, quietly walking out into the living room, stomach twisting at the sight of (Y/N) curled up on the couch, back to the rest of the room.

“Beloved?” Kiyoomi’s voice felt too loud in the soundless apartment, especially when he saw (Y/N)’s shoulders tense. “Why are you out here? Why didn’t you come to bed?”

“Sorry Kiyoomi, I didn’t mean to wake you up when I came home.” (Y/N) sat up, avoiding eye contact.

“You don’t have to apologize.” Kiyoomi walked into the living room slowly, waiting for any sign that (Y/N) wanted to be left alone. “I should actually be the one apologizing. I overreacted earlier and I didn’t appreciate all the work you did today, I’m sorry.”

“Thank you, but I overreacted too. I was an ass and I wasn’t listening to you about how you felt.” (Y/N) pulled his knees up to his chest, finally looking over to Kiyoomi, who stood a few feet away shuffling his feet and pulling at his fingers.

“I thought you were still mad at me when you didn’t come to bed.” Kiyoomi’s eyes were tied and sad as he inched a little closer. (Y/N) straightened his legs back out before holding a hand out to Kiyoomi, who quickly accepted it and climbed into his lap.

“I’m sorry I worried you.” (Y/N) mumbled into his neck after Kiyoomi settled.

“I know, but I think it was good that you went on that walk. It gave us both time to cool off and rethink.” Kiyoomi wrapped his arms around (Y/N)’s shoulders, relaxing against him. “But it felt weird eating alone.” (Y/N) chuckled at that, pressing his nose tighter to Kiyoomi’s neck.

“I know, it felt weird walking around without you.” (Y/N) clasped his hands together over Kiyoomi’s lower back. “Felt weird going to Osamu’s restaurant without you.” Kiyoomi pushed himself up, giving a playful pout.

“You went without me?”

“I didn’t even realize I had walked all the way there, I guess my stomach was more in charge than my brain, huh?” They both laughed, relaxing into each other’s warmth again.

“We should probably go to bed, Beloved.” Kiyoomi finally murmured, though he made no move to get up.

“Why is it past your bedtime, Omi?” (Y/N) teased lightly, making Kiyoomi smile fondly at the return of his nickname.

“Yes.” (Y/N) laughed harder at his quiet response before gently pushing at his stomach.

And when (Y/N) left the bathroom after emptying his stomach, he was greeted by Kiyoomi, wearing a mask and gloves, quickly ushering him into the guest room. (Y/N), fevered, half asleep, and still recovering from throwing up, groaned at the thought of sleeping in the guest bed. It wasn’t that it was uncomfortable but it wasn’t right.

“I know, I’m sorry, but I have a game coming up and I can’t get sick. And even if I didn’t have a game, someone needs to be well enough to take care of you.” Kiyoomi gently pushed (Y/N) onto the bed, pulling the covers up over him.

“Don’ wanna sleep alone.” (Y/N) pouted back.

“I know I’m sorry. I’m going to go get a washcloth to cool you down and in the morning I’ll go out and get you some medicine.” Kiyoomi tried to comfort him, but (Y/N) just grumbled and rolled over, showing Kiyoomi his back. “Goodnight, I’ll be back in a minute.”

(Y/N) woke up a few hours later with a slightly damp washcloth on his forehead, very confused as to why he wasn’t in his own room with his boyfriend. But a fever chill wracked through his body reminding him that he had been quarantined to the guest bedroom after throwing up in the middle of the night. (Y/N) looked over to the nightstand, grabbing the glass of water Kiyoomi had left him in the middle of the night and drinking the whole thing quickly. He stayed sitting against the headboard, considering if he could get away with getting up to get more water, when Kiyoomi opened the door.

“Oh, you’re awake.” (Y/N) could see his eyes crinkle into a smile above his face mask, and his frown deepened. “Don’t make that face at me, I brought you some medicine.” He came to perch on the bed right next to him, opening up the bag and pulling out all the medicine he had bought, “liquid medicine” (Y/N) cringed, watching as he poured out the proper amount. “Drink up, please.” (Y/N) continued to stare up at him as he held out the little medicine cup, which was dwarfed by his large hands, before sliding down under the covers and rolling over. “Hey! You need to take your medicine so you can get better.”

Kiyoomi was almost 100% sure he was just being stubborn for the sake of being stubborn. And (Y/N) was. Kiyoomi sighed, setting the little cup on the nightstand next to the empty glass.

“I’m going to get you some more water and some crackers.” Kiyoomi rubbed a gloved knuckle over (Y/N)’s shoulder, only leaving when he heard the soft grunt of acknowledgement.

When Kiyoomi walked back down the hallway with the water and crackers and cringed when he heard retching from the mostly closed bathroom door. He sat everything down on the nightstand in the guest room, before going in to help (Y/N), who had finished throwing up nothing and rested his against the toilet seat. He crouched behind (Y/N), softly rubbing his back, whispering comforting words.

“Do you want to take a bath? Do you think that would help, beloved?” Kiyoomi was careful to keep his voice low, thankfully guessing correctly at the state of (Y/N)’s throbbing headache. (Y/N) nodded, weakly pushing himself off the toilet to lean back against the wall, bringing his knees to his chest to rest his chin on. Kiyoomi smiled, starting the bath, taking the gloves off finally to check the water temperature. “Come here, let me help you in.” He finally called when he was happy with the water temperature, helping him stand up and get undressed, and keeping him steady as he sat down in the tub. Kiyoomi gently washed (Y/N)’s face with a washcloth, wiping away the thin layer of sweat that had collected on his brow.

Kiyoomi stopped wiping (Y/N)’s face when he started to readjust himself, leaning his face against Kiyoomi’s arm with a small smile. Kiyoomi took this chance to wash his back.

“You feeling better?” Kiyoomi finally whispered, leaning down to press his masked cheek against (Y/N)’s clammy forehead, smiling when he felt him nod. “Does that mean I can get you to take your medicine when I get you back in bed?” Kiyoomi sighed when he felt (Y/N) shake his head no this time. “Why?” (Y/N) only grunted, nuzzling his face tighter against Kiyoomi’s arm. “Let me wipe your face down one more time, then you can go lay back down.”

Now Kiyoomi was at his wits end, yes, he loved (Y/N) but he was being ridiculous. It was almost dinnertime and he still hadn’t taken his medicine, he refused to eat, and barely drank any water. He’d called out from practice to tend to his sick boyfriend, but said boyfriend refused to be tended to.

“Why are you being such a stubborn ass!” He finally snapped when (Y/N) refused the little cup of medicine for the umpteenth time. Kiyoomi had to grab his arm to stop him from rolling over again. “Answer me or I’m taking you to the hospital.” (Y/N)’s face twisted into a bitter pout, staying quiet for a minute.

“I don’t feel good.” He finally croaked.

“I know bu-“

“Got kicked out of my bed at three in the morning after pukin’ up my dinner.” (Y/N) interrupted him, shaking off Kiyoomi’s hand to cross his arms over his chest. “Y’don’ even wanna be near me.” (Y/N) finally dropped his head to the side, refusing to look anywhere near his boyfriend. “Bed doesn’t feel right when ‘m not sleepin’ next to you.”

“I’m dumb, aren’t I.” Kiyoomi finally sighed, hiding his face in his hands, laughing a little when he heard a soft ‘mmhmm’ from his boyfriend. “I’ll be back in a second, I promise.”

Kiyoomi left to the kitchen, making a bowl of soup as fast as he could, bringing it, some water, and the dreaded medicine into their bedroom before going back to the guest room.

“Hey, come on. Let’s go to bed.” Kiyoomi pulled (Y/N) out of the guest bedroom and into their bed sitting up against the headboard. Kiyoomi pushed his hand away from the soup he had pulled into his lap with a small chuckle. “I said that I was going to take care of you and I meant it, even if I did such a horrible job of it today. If I can’t feed you soup, what good am I?” (Y/N) blinked at him slowly, finally letting out a small chuckle and accepting the offered spoonful of soup.

The soup was gone, the water drank, all that was left was the medicine. And the room was too dark for Kiyoomi to see if (Y/N) still had that defiant twinkle in his eyes. (Y/N) was starting to shuffle around, trying to get under the blankets without fully laying down.

“Beloved?” (Y/N) stopped, looking up at Kiyoomi like a deer caught in the headlights. “Will you take your medicine now?” (Y/N) averted his eyes, fiddling with the blankets. “You’re acting like a child you know.” Kiyoomi’s tone was mostly teasing, but even in his fevered state (Y/N) could still hear his annoyance.

“Don’t like liquid medicine.” He quietly mumbled, still looking away.

“No one likes it, beloved, but please. Just take the medicine.” Kiyoomi put a gentle hand on his knee. “I want you to feel better, I don’t like seeing you miserable like this.”

“Will you get me some water then? To wash it down.” (Y/N) put his hand right next to Kiyoomi’s on his leg, fingers centimeters before touching.

“Of course, beloved, you just had to ask.” Kiyoomi stood up, pulling his mask down to place a gentle kiss to (Y/N)’s sweaty hairline. “I’ll be right back.” He grabbed the empty water cup as he left, filling it up and getting back as quick as he could.

“C’mon, medicine, then you can go to sleep.” Kiyoomi whispered, sliding into the bed next to (Y/N), handing him the little cup of medicine again. (Y/N) shuffled down, tucking himself under Kiyoomi’s arm, letting him push the little cup against his lips. He took the medicine without a fight, coughing and sputtering at the taste once he drank it, then taking a few sips of water before snuggling even further down into the covers, turning on his side to rest his cheek against Kiyoomi’s thigh, throwing an arm across his lap as well. “Good night, beloved.” Kiyoomi whispered, running his fingers through (Y/N)’s hair, smiling as he felt the tension leave his sick boyfriend’s body.

“Night Omi.” (Y/N) slurred out, snuggling even closer to Kiyoomi and falling asleep quickly.

That was until he entered his life. (Y/N) was a transfer student who decided he needed to be Kiyoomi’s new best friend. And despite how pushy (Y/N) was about becoming his friend, he was nothing but respectful of Kiyoomi’s strict boundaries. Never laid a finger on Kiyoomi without permission, and didn’t make a fuss if he was told no, which a surprising amount of people did, (Y/N) had even bought his own bottle of hand sanitizer to use around Kiyoomi, despite the very visible pain in his face when he used it, most likely, Kiyoomi assumed, from hangnails or other small cuts on his hands.

It was a surprising outcome for Kiyoomi to say the least. So many people scoffed at his boundaries, and it was refreshing to find someone who actually respected them without a fight. And it didn’t help that (Y/N) was handsome. Very handsome. Distractingly handsome. Kiyoomi found himself staring at (Y/N) during class when the teacher was lecturing.

And Motoya found the entire situation hilarious. Kiyoomi didn’t have to say anything for his cousin to recognize the love struck look on his face when Kiyoomi thought no one was looking. But he was a merciful cousin, so he kept whatever teasing comments he had to himself. For now. Motoya would let his cousin come to the realization on his own and come to him when he was ready.

“Hey, hey, Kiyoomi! How was your weekend?” Kiyoomi glanced up from the book on his desk, watching (Y/N) plop down heavily into the seat next to him.

“Fine.” He turned his attention back to his book, hiding his slowly warming cheeks.

“That’s good! Sorry I missed your game, had to go to a family member’s house. I heard y’all won though! You must be excited for that, right?” (Y/N) started pulling out his notebook while he spoke.

“It’s not like you’re obligated to show up to every game, you aren’t on the team.” Kiyoomi mumbled back, cringing a little at how harsh he sounded. He just wanted to assure (Y/N) that he had nothing to feel bad about, but he really did like looking up to see him in the crowd. “But yeah, I guess it is exciting.”

“Oh I know I don’t have to be there for every game, but I like to go! It’s nice to see you in your element, anyone can tell by the look on your place while you play that you really enjoy it.” Kiyoomi’s face flushed dark at that and luckily he was saved from trying to figure out a response by the bell ringing, signifying the beginning of class.

But Motoya heard everything, and the awkwardness was almost painful. This was the end of his silence, at lunch he would begin his teasing.

“Don’t even open your mouth, I know you heard all that.” Kiyoomi didn’t even let him let out a sound when they met up to go walk to their normal lunch spot. Motoya laughed, sitting down on the bench and pulling his lunch out of his bag.

“I didn’t need to hear it, I could see it. In both of you.” Motoya shot back.

“Both of us?”

“Yeah, did you seriously not notice? He’s definitely into you.”

“Well it- I don’t… I don’t know what I’m even supposed to be looking for in all that.” Kiyoomi pulled his mask down to start eating his own lunch with a pout.

“Well I do, and I say you need to confess.” Motoya said back, very matter of factly.

“We’re barely even friends though.”

“And you’ll never become more if you don’t say something.” Kiyoomi stayed quiet, thinking over all of his new information.

“Hey can I come sit with you guys?” The cousins looked up at (Y/N), who was now approaching with his lunch. Motoya glanced over at Kiyoomi with an almost evil look before nodding.

“Yeah! You can take my spot, I need to go get something from the club room anyways!” He smiled innocently to Kiyoomi who shot him a slightly terrified look. Motoya even squinted his eyes a little, a silent threat of ‘you better tell him’, before collecting his bag and walking away. (Y/N) sat down at the edge of the bench, trying to give Kiyoomi as much space as he could.

“What’s that face for? You and Motoya have a fight or something?” (Y/N) picked at his food before quickly adding on, “You don’t have to tell me if you did! It’s none of my business, I just don’t like seeing you upset.” He smiled awkwardly into his lap.

“No it’s nothing like that. I’ve just been thinking.” Should he tell him now? “I’ve been thinking that…”What if Motoya was wrong? “I don’t want to be friends with you…”

“Oh. That’s fine I guess.” (Y/N) stopped picking at his food, “Could’ve said something earlier.” He stood, grabbing his bag and storming off, not letting Kiyoomi get the rest of his sentence out. Kiyoomi was so caught up in his own processing, he hadn’t even realized how slowly he was talking. And just how awful it sounded. “I want to be something more.” 6 extra words would have changed the entire reaction, he was sure of it, he just couldn’t spit it out fast enough.

Kiyoomi Sakusa was not good with words, and now it actually mattered. He had just told the boy that he liked more than he had liked anyone else, that he didn’t want to be his friend. He sat on the bench alone, feeling sick to his stomach. How could he have fucked this up so much so quickly? Motoya made this seem so easy, why couldn’t anything ever be as easy as people said it was?

Kiyoomi didn’t realize how long he sat in shock, not until the bell rang and all the students started collecting their things to head back to class. At his desk he waited for a cheerful greeting, even though he knew it wouldn’t come. (Y/N) wouldn’t even spare him a glance, not that Kiyoomi could blame him. He just sat slouched back in his chair glaring at the front of the room. Kiyoomi could feel the anger and pain radiating off of his crush and it made him hang his head in shame.

“What happened after I left?” Motoya broke the awkward silence between them and he and Kiyoomi walked to the club room to get ready for practice.

“I-“ Kiyoomi’s voice wavered and he dropped his head again, hiding his face behind his hair. “I fucked up. You made it sound so easy and somehow I fucked everything up and I don’t know how to fix it.” He explained everything to Motoya, still refusing to look up. “And I don’t know why but it feels worse that he’s angry at me, being sad is easier to fix.”

“You have to fix this.” Motoya finally said.

“I know! Do you really think I don’t know that? I don’t know how! I can barely talk to him, he makes me so nervous, and now he’s mad at me and he has every reason to be. All because I’m so stupid and couldn’t just lead with the fact that I liked him.”

“You need to explain. You shouldn’t expect an apology but-“

“I don’t!”

“I know, but it’s always good to clarify. But you need to actually talk to him and make sure he hears you out. You should do it now. Catch him before he leaves campus. It’s not like you’re going to be able to play well anyways.” The last bit was supposed to be light hearted but Kiyoomi knew he was right. His head felt like it was stuffed full of cotton and the only clear part was the the pain in (Y/N)’s voice right before he stormed away and the almost scary glare on his face during their last class. Kiyoomi nods before veering off the path to the volleyball club room towards (Y/N)’s club room.

The student who opened the door when he knocked looked confused at his slumped form.

“Um, aren’t you- Don’t you have your own club to be at?” He was trying to hide behind the door while still blocking his view into the club room.

“Could I talk to (Y/N)? It’s important, please.” The boy hesitated behind the door, looking back over his shoulder. A hand pulled him back, and a new figure quickly replaced him at the door. (Y/N) stood in front of Kiyoomi with a blank look on his face.

“Why are you here? You should be at your own club.” (Y/N) tried to close the door in his face but Kiyoomi grabbed it.

“Please, I need to talk to you. You don’t have to forgive me, you just need to listen.”

“Fine.” (Y/N) opened the door again, stepping out into the hallway. “Let's go.” (Y/N) didn’t make sure Kiyoomi was following before he started walking away.

He stopped in the courtyard, his back to Kiyoomi, looking at the bench they had sat on at lunch that day.

“Well, are you gonna say something? Or did you bring me out here to lead me on some more.” (Y/N)’s voice was hard and unwavering, but Kiyoomi could still hear the hurt in it and it broke his heart even more. “If you didn’t want me around you should have said it from the start, I know you aren’t shy about telling people to get away from you. It’s kinda fucked that you let me make a fool of myself for so long.”

“I do want you around.” Kiyoomi’s voice was barely above a whisper, so low that (Y/N) could barely hear him. He finally turned around to face Kiyoomi.

“What’s that supposed to mean, huh? ‘Cause you kinda said the opposite earlier!” (Y/N) stepped forward, lips curled in a snarl. “You can’t say shit like ‘I don’t want to be friends with you’ and then double back on it right after!”

“You never let me finish! I had more to say but you just ran away.” Kiyoomi glared back at him. “I’m not good with my words, and I didn’t get the chance to think out how to say it, but I like you as more than a friend. That’s what I wanted to say!” They stood in silence together, Kiyoomi’s face flushed dark, staring at the floor. He couldn’t move when (Y/N) stepped forward. And then again. And again. Until their toes were almost touching.

“Kinda a shitty way to say it, y’know.” Kiyoomi nodded at his words, preparing for the worst. “If you had just led with that, we could have avoided all that drama. I like you too, y’know.” The black haired volleyball player looked up in shock.

“Really? Even after all that?”

“I mean, yeah. I know you aren’t really great with words, and I tend to overreact and shut down a little when I get upset. So I’m sorry for that, for not hearing you out.” (Y/N) offered him a meek smile. “Would a date make it up to you?”

“It’s not all your fault, but yeah. I think it will.” Kiyoomi smiled back behind his mask.

“I’ll let you pick what we do, yeah? Oh! And here’s my phone number.” They were both so giddy, exchanging phone numbers, both blushing when their hands would brush together while exchanging their phones. Kiyoomi watched (Y/N) as he messed with his phone a little longer, both held a stupid smile on their faces, but Kiyoomi saw his chance. Pulling down his mask, Kiyoomi pressed his soft lips against (Y/N)’s cheek before quickly pulling back and hiding his bright red face behind his mask again. (Y/N) looked over with a shocked and flustered face, which quickly melted into another smile and laugh.

“We should both probably get back to our clubs now, I’ll talk to you later though!” With that (Y/N) scrambled off in the direction they had come from, silently cheering and fist pumping his own accomplishment in getting a date. Kiyoomi followed soon after, making his way to the volleyball gym a little slower.

By the time Kiyoomi was dressed in his practice clothes and in the gym he was well past late. He gave his teammates no time to question his absence before going straight into warm ups and practice.

Motoya walked over to him during their water break with a smug smile on his face. Kiyoomi knew exactly what was coming, but he was in such a good mood that he didn’t care. He was just excitedly waiting for practice to be over and for (Y/N) to text him.