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Hey bestie, haven't heard from you in a while, how are you doing?
Heyoo~
I've been doing well! Tumblr just hasn't been in my schedule, so I haven't been posting much. Not only that, but I found writing requests at the time to be a little...draining (haha).
-> Writing block has also gotten the best of me (;-;)
I'm going to adjust according to my own standards, and yeah~! So, I probably will be on here time to time. Posting when I feel like it, along with writing! Thanks for checking in <33
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Hello! As this event takes place, requests will be closed since juggling both will be a little tiring!
-> Thanks: Thank you guys for 100 follows! I’m glad my writing is something others can enjoy, and I’ll keep on doing my best to both improve, and deliver.
Event:
-> Song-Fic/ Song Lyric Event: There are forty five prompts with different song lyrics! Some angst, and others fluff, but all revolve around romance~
->Each fic will revolve around the lyric specifically, or the entire song!
->Eg of fic with just the lyric (specifcially): I may use the lyric as a line you, or another character would say, it might pop up when needed, and etc. A fic example would be: “Before You Go” (Nanami Kento x fem!/reader).
->Eg of fic with entire song: Basically a song-fic
->Eg of fic wihtout lyrics in it: I present the lyrical prompt at the beginning of the fic, and write w/o needing to use it as an actual line, or anything else.
->Whichever is found fitting, will be used!! ^^
->Either way, the fic will be written about that lyrical prompt!! :))
Rules: (A must)
This event is one for (fem!xreader) x (<inserted male reader>)
He needs to be a character from one of the five fandoms I write for!
Jjk, Mha, Haikyuu, Aot, and Demon Slayer
If your guy isn’t on the list, by all means, request and I’ll tell you if I feel like I can write for him!! ^^
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This is a non-nsfw event, and topics over 18+ aren’t allowed!!
You can only request one character per prompt, unless, the prompt calls for two! (Even then, you can choose to only ask for one)
My rules still apply for this event, if you would like specifics, please do ask, or look through the rules post!
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Key:
Angst
Fluff
You can request more than one character (max would be two) = ☆
“She told me that she loved me by the water fountain. She told me that she loved me and she didn’t love him. And that was really lovely cause it was innocent, but now she has a cup with something else in it…”
Notes: This was for my 100 follower event! I will be closing it soon, but until then, if you’d like to request for an HQ boy, or any from the fandoms I write for, please feel free to request!
-> Also, this one was a sad one. I recommend listening to the song, that way, you get the references made!
-> Enjoy the Oikawa angst! ^^
“The water fountain…” he whispered. His lips were slightly ajar, parched, yearning for your presence. He was also frail, frail from the lack of composure, along with the crackling of his heart.
“She told me that she loved me...by...by the water fountain,” he stammered, still not able to face the reality he was met with.
“And she told me that she loved me...and she didn’t love him,” where did it all go wrong, when did it all go wrong, and why did it all go wrong? You told him that you loved him by that water fountain, but the only thing that seemed to flow...were the tears from him.
---
You both were fairly young when getting together. Middle school, eventually led to highschool, and highschool...well...led to college. Oikawa and you were optimistic. Though he would be practicing (lots and lots), you wouldn’t be too far from him. Just a few dorms away. Not only that, but you both would see each other...every now and then You both were ecstatic. A new scenery, a new year, and a new chance for the both of you to experience the life of freshmen. Nothless, together. You both would be doing it together, closer than ever.
Tooru was more than happy that you would get to cheer him on in college. It was always his dream to have a pretty girl praise him from the crowd, especially at the college of his dreams. The prime of his time, the best of his years, or...so he thought.
When he brought you to his first practice, he didn’t like the sight as much as he thought he would. One of the middle blockers, Haru Tamagashi, was too...too friendly. He winked at you maybe three times during the practice. Making small flirtatious gestures, such as: smiling, waving, and indicating that all he wanted was your number. Of course, Oikawa was pissed, beyond that actually. But he decided to focus instead of fusing on his first day.
That is...he tried to focus. At first, his attention was directed towards Tamagashi, and him alone. He had trusted you enough to know that you wouldn’t have responded...right? Even so, mid way...he couldn’t have helped but think of the thought: “what if?” What if you actually hadn’t deflected him, but were instead...enjoying his attention? He felt horrible for looking back, knowing that if he was wrong...he’d be the asshole for thinking twice. But unfortunately for him, he wasn’t...he was right during the time he wished he hadn’t been.
The setter watched as your eyes followed the gentlemen. No hesitation whatsoever. It seemed as if you were interested in the game set before you. Not the match of course, but instead, the show Tamagashi had entertained you with. You yourself had waved back to him, smiling while also grabbing your phone. You were taking a video of the game, but Oikawa knew that it wasn’t of the court. No. It was of...him. The way your fingers pinched the screen, to the way your phone had moved to match his directions. It was obvious to say the least. Occasionally, you would’ve pointed the camera to Oikawa, smiling as he’d give you a frown. Only for you to return to recording the star of the show...dragging his morale as he’d eventually get hit in the face. Something that would never happen...especially if Iwaizumi was off court.
“Oikawa, get your head out of the gutter!”
“...”
“Oikawa, did you hear me!?-”
“Hey, pops, let him off the hook would ya?” Tamagashi said, while placing a hand on Oikawa’s shoulder.
“I, how dare you-”
“It’s the first day back, we could all use less of the hollering.”
“Tch, five laps for you.”
“Damn, alright. Welp, at least I got you off the hook,” the boy smirked, as Oikawa’s expression...wouldn’t change.
“Well, see you soon. Also, I hope I can see you too!” he shouted while looking at you. Only for you to nod shyly. Oikawa could’ve sworn he saw a tint in your cheeks, but regardless, he was too upset to confront it. Even then, maybe he was over analyzing it. The dude didn’t know that you were his girlfriend, and after all, maybe he was just being self conscious.
He was upset that he hadn’t trusted you at all during the game, and felt bad that he instead made you seem...villainy. Even though it might’ve just been his head all along. You see, Oikawa was the type of person who enjoyed praise. It fueled his ego alright, but in all truth, he had never felt like he embodied those expectations.
Constantly pushing himself to be better, believing that he never was really that good. In this situation, he had thought that maybe those feelings...had come into play. Maybe the reason why he was thinking so much...was because Tamagashi seemed like everything he wasn’t. An outgoing, down to earth, charismatic person. He also might've been an even better player than he himself was. Not only that, but did he mention his hair? It looked amazing on him, along with the uniform. The creases folded on his body, each making his figure look...well, great. You could see his toned structure from a mile away, along with his sharp smile. One which struck confidence, and intimidation.
And you...you looked like you could get with a guy like that. He seemed like a genuine person, and you were a genuine lady. One of which deserved a catch like him. He wouldn’t have denied that he pictured the image in his head. It felt sickening that he even brung up the vision, but even so...Oikawa tried pushing the thought away, thinking:
‘Tch..whatever. He’s not that good looking anyways, Plus, he doesn’t know we’re dating...so I should tell him afterwards. But...that was nice of him to do. Yeah, you know what...maybe we could all be friends? Me, Y/n, and him?’
Maybe you all could’ve been, if only things had flowed a little different. If only the stream hadn’t gone off course, but instead, moved along to the water fountain. One with a secure, and sturdy future. One which wouldn’t have rusted, and collapsed in the moments to follow.
“I’m back!”
“Oh...you seemed tired,” he’d say, watching as Haru nodded.
“Yeah, the old geezer isn’t fun sometimes...but he’s a nice person, I can guarantee that-”
“Hey~” you’d smile, looking in Tooru's direction. He then lifted his hand, a soft, but saddened grin engraved onto his face. Only for it to turn into a sudden frown, as he then watched Tamagashi wave instead.
“Well hello, doll~” you then chuckled, moving a strand to the back of your ear. Oikawa had only seen that on days where he’d made your heart sway, and yet there he was, watching as another man had done so instead.
“Hey babe,” he’d say casually, catching your attention as you approached him.
“Hi...Oikawa.”
‘Oikawa?...not sweetie, or?-’
“Ahh, do you two know each other?”
‘Now’s my chance.’
“Yeah, she’s my girlf-”
“Haru, am I correct!? Thanks for doing that, I thought it was really nice for you to stand up for him like that.”
“Honestly, don’t please. It’s just something that I would do for anyone. Besides, I bet that you would’ve done the same for me, right Oikawa?”
“Hm?...ah, I guess,” Tooru was now staring at you. He gave a stern look. One fueled with anger, and confusion. Yet it also had hints of remorse, and grief. Why had you cut him off, why hadn’t you called him by the name you usually did, and why were you putting the effort to talk with him?...Tamagashi? Just what exactly was running through that head of yours. One of which he thought he knew both in...and out.
“Well...we have to go. So let’s leave Y/n,” he then grabbed your wrist, practically dragging you out of the arena.
“Ah, see you two later then...I guess?”
“B-bye Haru!”
“Byee~”
---
“What was that!?”
“What was what-”
“Why didn’t you call him kawa-kun, or baby like you usually do?”
“Tooru...you’re thinking a little much, don’t you think?-”
“Why did you cut me off when I was going to tell him that you’re my girlfriend?”
“Love, I didn’t mean to-”
“But why did you!?”
“Look, I was just trying to thank him. Plus, we needed to get going. So I thought to make it quick so that we could,” he’d then frown even more, not able to tell if you had told the truth, or, if you had made up excuses to get yourself out of this. He thought he knew what went on in that pretty head of yours, but at that moment, he wasn’t sure of what roamed around in that foreign land. The land, or rather...place he had called his home.
He thought that your mind would’ve at least had a crevasse. One especially built, and reserved for him. One of which would’ve considered how he felt, or how the situation might’ve been interpreted. After all, not only did his thoughts roam endlessly for you, but so did the space in his heart. Regardless, it seemed as if it didn’t as you proceeded to tell him reason, after reason.
“He was being friendly, and so was I.”
“He’s your teammate, and I think it’s nice for me to get to know them.”
“I love you regardless, so don’t worry.”
“Regardless?...” What was that supposed to mean? Even though he would’ve wanted to question, his mouth just...wouldn’t allow it. So because of that, he dismissed the matter. Something he wished he didn’t do.
---
Time passed and though he hated to admit it, he didn’t see both you, and haru, interacting as much as he did the first time. Though, it should’ve relieved him, it most definitely did not. Two things had him tied behind his back. One of them made him feel like a complete jerk for over-thinking, and the second was...that his thoughts had still made him over-think. For some reason, he still suspected the both of you. You both had minimal contact, making it seem like you never talked...but that was the thing, why would you have both stopped your talks? Just what exactly would have sparked such a thing? Still, maybe he was just over thinking.
Regardless, he wanted to get the thought out of his head. He despised that it still lingered there, and that it wouldn’t be on it’s way. He hated the thought of confronting you. After all of that time, that trust should have been established. And even so, he still wanted to assure himself that it was there. So, he sat you down one day. Sometime during the winter where the snowflakes had fallen, along with his heart attached to many strings. Ones which you had placed, and ones which you would remove.
“Hey babe-...Y/n.”
“Hey Kawa...it’s been a while since we last met up…”
“Hm?...really?” the both of you hadn’t talked during the time period. Yes, you attended his matches, practices, etc...but then once he had finished you both made your separate ways. On the days where you both had expected to meet, one was busy, and the other was left on their own. Not making your situation any better.
“Yeah...a month or two I think?”
“Oh..I’m sorry about that,” he said, with a gruffed tone in his voice. He didn’t sound like he was doing too well, whereas you seemed just fine. “Why was that?” he wondered, well...it wouldn’t take him too long to find out “why” soon.
“Hey baby…” a name which he hadn’t called you in so long, felt foreign to his mouth. Even though it should’ve felt...natural...along with your response.
“Mhm?” you responded, reluctantly. That reaction was one he had never seen, not only that, but it was also one he wished he’d never witnessed.
“I’ve had this thought lingering in my mind. I know it’s a little messed up...and I might be overreacting…”
“Yes, what is it?” you immediately said, seeming anxious at the moment.
“Well...it’s just that...there’s nothing between you and Tamagashi, is there? Aww see, I knew it would be dumb to ask,” he chuckled, trying to lighten the mood. Only your reaction...had made it plummet.
Your eyes had widened at the statement. A cough escaped your mouth, along with a scare. One of which, also gave him a fright. There was no way he was right...especially about that out of all things. Why?...Why would you give him such a stare? Maybe it was out of surprise?...maybe even distraught that he would ever bring up such a question. One about your loyalty nonetheless. He wished he could’ve kept on making excuses, but couldn’t any longer as he then heard you say:
“N-no...where would you have heard such a thing? Did he say anything?...oh, he was probably joking. Joking is all, haha. No, I only love you silly, and you alone,” you said, to then grab his hand.
For some reason, it felt off. The way your thumb caressed his skin, it was as if he could feel the guilt which had stroked against him. Why...why was that? He could obviously tell that you were guilty of something, but he wouldn’t confront it. Why...why was that? He obviously wasn’t up in his head, but still convinced himself he was. Why...why was that?...well...even if he didn’t have the answer, he would soon enough. In the way that he would’ve, yet wouldn’t have wanted it to be relayed.
---
“YOU BASTARD! SO YOU HAVE BEEN GOING OUT WITH HER!?”
“It was just a couple of kisses, besides, you have so many girls on your plate. I just took one off your hands, no biggie-” Oikawa then struck him across the cheek, furious about what he said. You weren’t just a snack anyone could take a bite out of. And heck, if you were a piece of food, you’d be a piece he’d preserve for as long as he could. One he would never touch because of the beautiful, intricate designs that were placed.
“YOU SHIT HEAD! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND FOR FUCKS SAKE! EVEN IF YOU DIDN’T KNOW-”
“Who said I didn’t?” he cocked a brow, making Oikawa widen his eyes.
“What?...”
“The girl told me herself before coming in to kiss me.”
“You’re lying, take it back. She would never-”
“Oh but she did. But don’t worry, she did feel bad at some point...but we were in too deep for her to back out-”
“SHUT UP!” Oikawa then tried to punch his gut, but Haru stopped him midway. He grabbed his wrist, and held onto it firmly.
“If anything, you should be thanking me.”
“Thanking you!? Are you out of your mind!-”
“Well, I am telling you the truth about your cheater of a girlfriend. Plus, I took her off your hands, so you're free to go to find someone new. I’ll let her go soon, so we both won’t have to deal with her-”
“Shut it...shut it…” Oikawa repeated, unable to comprehend the news he had heard.
“Please...be quiet.”
---
“Tooru, I can explain!”
“EXPLAIN WHAT Y/N!? THAT YOU MADE OUT WITH HIM MORE THAN ONCE!? THAT YOU DENIED MY THOUGHTS, MAKING ME FEEL AS IF I WAS WRONG!? OR THAT YOU ACTUALLY CHEATED ON ME!? I DON’T THINK YOU CAN EXPLAIN ANYTHING Y/N!”
“You know what, MAYBE I CAN’T! AND I WAS SORRY FOR THAT!”
“IF YOU WERE SO SORRY, THEN WHY...why did you do it?...” you then leaned against the door, not sure how to convey your thoughts. You hated the sight of Oikawa being so hurt, but you had your reasons for what you did. Though you yourself knew that conflict could’ve been avoided, you decided to plumit yourself right in it. Maybe it was because you wanted to catch his attention, or that Yamagashi had really attracted you. Regardless, what was done, was done. And you wouldn’t be one to deny such accusations aymore.
“Look...you weren’t giving me the attention I needed...besides...Tamagashi had caught my eye.”
“Caught your eye?...”
“Yeah...even so...it felt wrong the first time I kissed him.”
‘She kissed him?...so he wasn’t lying...she started things…’
“I told him that we were dating, and you know...I did stop myself before going any further. I truly felt lonely during the days that you were gone...and him being there, gave me comfort. In all truth, I had met him even before you introduced us. We were in the same English class...and things built up from there.
He was just...so enticing, something I hadn’t seen for a while. But Oikawa, I still had strings attached to you, and didn’t want to throw them away recklessly. I’m sorry, I loved you, I truly did. But...that connection just...disappeared, along with the spark we used to have. I hesitated out of my affection for you, but I proceeded out of the tiredness that built up from this, us...again, I’m sorry Oikawa. I hope that,” a tear had struck down your cheek. He wanted to reach out and wipe it. Just why...why were you crying. Wasn’t he supposed to be the one tearing up? So...why were you?.... Even though that question should’ve been asked out of rage, it was instead asked out of remorse. Oikawa didn’t know how to feel at that point. He didn’t even know who he was, or...who he had been during that time given.
All that he knew was that if you were willing to fix things, so would he. That if you ever came back to the water fountain, the one you tried so hard to build, even if the handle had rusted, he would do his best to fix it. You know, he thought to himself how he should’ve built a home for the both of you, but alas, your naive natures would’ve never sustained. He questioned if he truly was at fault, not sure as to what was what, and why exactly that was.
“I hope that...you’ll be happy. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but yeah,” you then wiped your own tears yourself. Not wanting to add anymore emphasis to the drama at hand. You lied though. Of course you wanted him to forgive you. He was your first love after all. The only one you had grown up with. The only one you stood by. And the only one, you would truly be grateful for. But then again, you knew you didn’t deserve it (it being his forgiveness).
Although you didn’t regret your choices, you most definitely did regret hurting him. If only talking had been an option, would you have taken it? Well...you would’ve assumed no. Being that it was one of the few options given. Still, watching him stand limply, tore your heart ever so slightly. Reminding you that he was both the sweet, and innocent boy you had hopelessly fell in love with. Not only that, but he was also the distant, and maturing man you had fallen out of love with.
“You...have you forgotten what you told me by that water fountain?”
“What do you mean-”
“The one we built together...have you forgotten?...” In all truth, you didn’t have any recollection because all that you had remembered...was the empty home the both of you shared. One with no running water, nonetheless a water fountain. One built out of your young, and blinded dreams. One which was full of loneliness, and miscommunication. One which was full of “love,” and loads of wishful dreaming. One which you would always remember.
“No Tooru...all I remember...is that empty place we called a home. One made when we were both naive, and one I had left when I matured. I hope you can do the same, and that...you have a great day,” you then started to walk away as he stood there, stunned.
Instead of asking him to fix things, you instead deflected things. Running away as he spoke. Even so, even if it was only a wish, one of which he’d pray for, he would do his best to make it come true. He tried one last time. He jolted your direction, grabbed your wrist, and started pulling you in. Whispering in your ear:
“I know that it’s only a wish, and that we’re not standing by the water fountain...but you told me that you loved me by that water fountain. It’s a shame that your cup...now has something else in it,” you then pushed him off you, but he wouldn’t let you go as he held your for the last time.
Had Tamagashi held you the same way he did? He wouldn’t know, and in all honesty, wouldn’t have cared. He was too lost in his head to even think of the guy, and only thought of you. If only things had been different, would you have come back to him? To the place you both called a home? Sure, it might’ve started when you both were young, but it would’ve stood stronger with the years to come.
Well...he would’ve never got to know, because things...would’ve never been different. He should’ve built a home with a fountain for you both, but he was too young to think such a thought. Just like how you were so young, too young to feel as lonely as you did. The moment that you told him you were in love, he was…:
“Too young...I was too young,” eventually, he did let go. Not just of you, but the thought that you both could return to what you both had. There was no returning. If the handle was broken, what could he have done? Fixing one would need all parts, and if you were one of the essential keys, well...even with the right bolts, and screws, ones that could have replaced you, still wouldn’t have mattered. You missing, would never fix a thing. It could never make that fountain whole, regardless of the patches which tried to stitch up the flood. One of which would eternally flow...never ending...just like his love for you.
He glanced at you one time. Just one last time would he stare at his sweet Y/n. The girl who had stuck through with him, through thick and thin. The only person who knew, and loved him for him. And the only woman, who had truly broken his heart. Not caring for him one bit while she tore it all apart.
“You’re right...we were too young,” he said, glancing at the floor beneath him.
“Yes we were, and I was right indeed.”
---
“She couldn’t be at home at the night time because, it made her feel alone-” he choked on his sentence. Though he should’ve been fine, he wasn’t really. He had tried to shield himself with his pride, but it wasn’t working the way he had intended. Regardless, Oikawa realized how the distance between your hearts...was more distant than the distance between your dorms. He thought that moving colleges would’ve made you drift, but in reality, it was the blameless nature, and the naive mindsets you both had. Those innocent gestures...had turned into a guilty, and corrupted bondage. The bond you had both shared was one he would always remember. The only one which had reminded him:
Synopsis: Akaashi is strolling through Tokyo, and on that day, meets a boy who looks all too familiar. One whose eyes remind him of you.
-> Part Two: Is He Mine? (Pt. 2) -> (Link for part one is there ^^)
Notes: Sorry for taking SO long! It’s here!! If you’d like to be tagged in part four…I’ll see if I can make it happen. Until then, enjoy!!
“Y/n…could you please tell me…if he’s…mine?” you then saw the sorrowful expression, which struck him. The guilt which seeped in, had dug even further. Not sure how to tell him, nor how to phrase things. Your hands clenched, inhaling slowly, as your body trembled. He seemed just as scared for your response, to then hear:
“He’s-”
“He’s mine, Akaashi…Ryu is mine,” Kuroo said, for silence to then fill.
—
“Ku-kun! You made it!”
“Of course I did, buddy. You didn’t think I would leave both you, and mama alone now, did you?”
“Nope! I knew you would come!” He said, while leaping into Kuroo’s arms.
“Hehe, good thing you did. Now, Y/n,” he then grabbed your hand, grasping it tightly.
“We have somewhere we both need to be. Akaashi, thanks for watching the two, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Ah…okay…have a good night…” Akaashi responded. You looked at the man sympathetically, but followed Kuroo regardless.
Water Fountain (Oikawa x Fem!/Reader) -> Snipet <-
-> Just a quick snipet of the “Water Fountain” fic that was requested for my 100 follower event. It will be closed soon, but until then, please feel free to join/request!
-> Actual fic will be posted sometime today, or tomorrow ^^
-> Although you didn’t regret your choices, you most definitely did regret hurting him. If only talking had been an option, would you have taken it? Well…you would’ve assumed no. Being that it was one of the few options given. Still, watching him stand so limply, tore your heart ever so slightly. Reminding you that he was both the sweet, and innocent boy you had hopelessly fell in love with. Not only that, but he was also the distant, and maturing man you had fallen out of love with.
-> “Too young…I was too young,” eventually, he did let go. Not just of you, but the thought that you both could return to what you both had. There was no returning. If the handle was broken, what could he have done? Fixing one would need all parts, and if you were one of the essential keys, well…even with the right bolts and screws, ones that could have even replaced you…still wouldn’t have mattered. You missing, would never fix a thing. It could never make that fountain whole, regardless of the patches which tried to stitch up the flood. One of which would eternally flow…never ending…just like how his love did for you.
-> “You’re right…we were too young,” he said, glancing at the floor beneath him.
-> “Yes we were, and I was right indeed.”
If you’d like to be tagged for the actual fic, please let me know by commenting or reblogging! ^^
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Water Fountain (Oikawa x Fem!/Reader) -> Snipet <-
-> Just a quick snipet of the “Water Fountain” fic that was requested for my 100 follower event. It will be closed soon, but until then, please feel free to join/request!
-> Actual fic will be posted sometime today, or tomorrow ^^
-> Although you didn’t regret your choices, you most definitely did regret hurting him. If only talking had been an option, would you have taken it? Well...you would’ve assumed no. Being that it was one of the few options given. Still, watching him stand so limply, tore your heart ever so slightly. Reminding you that he was both the sweet, and innocent boy you had hopelessly fell in love with. Not only that, but he was also the distant, and maturing man you had fallen out of love with.
-> “Too young...I was too young,” eventually, he did let go. Not just of you, but the thought that you both could return to what you both had. There was no returning. If the handle was broken, what could he have done? Fixing one would need all parts, and if you were one of the essential keys, well...even with the right bolts and screws, ones that could have even replaced you...still wouldn’t have mattered. You missing, would never fix a thing. It could never make that fountain whole, regardless of the patches which tried to stitch up the flood. One of which would eternally flow...never ending...just like how his love did for you.
-> “You’re right...we were too young,” he said, glancing at the floor beneath him.
-> “Yes we were, and I was right indeed.”
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A/N: This is my first post on tumblr so I apologize if this seems like it’s a bit cliche… I listened to ‘The Book of You and I’ by Alec Benjamin while writing it and obviously took heavy inspiration. Please feel free to listen to enhance the experience!
I was skimming through my notifs, and pressed on your profile. Good thing I did because this was stunning, and deserves more love!! Almost lost it, but am thankful that I found it.
Hm, in my opinion, Sakusa and you were a fairly healthy couple
Though he was (and still is) stoic at times, that was with anyone but you
Genuinely treated you right, and vice versa
For example, he'd never forget the little “dumb” events you both remembered
Your 6th week anniversary for example
Found it dumb, but still got you something
Now, I think that if y’all are going to break up...it’s probably going to be for two reasons:
In both the long run, and out of his concern
(So y’all would be together in highschool)
Sakusa is a volleyball player, playing for the MSBY
That being the case, since he’s still young, and an aspiring volleyball star...the media will want the scoop on everything
(This time around, he’s getting contracts for photoshoots, interviews, and etc)
Wasn’t very enthusiastic about the attention, but regardless, tried to maintain his relationship with you
But eventually, the media started to press against him
They had spotted the both of you multiple times
Whether it was you using a public restroom, and him waiting, or the both of you grabbing ice-cream on a hot day, or hot chocolate on a cold one
The press caught it all, trying to grab the newest scoop
Especially since Sakusa was very popular amongst the ladies
One day, Atsumu, Bokuto, and Hinata would talk with him
-> Atsumu: “Still going out with her, huh?”
-> Sakusa: “What is that supposed to mean?”
-> Bokuto: “Yeah Atsumu, tell us,” (was agitated since he loved ya and Kiyoomi)
He’d then sigh, and walk to Hinata
-> Atsumu: “Hinata, tell me how many chicks you could pull if I dragged ya into that crowd. Right here, and right now.”
-> Hinata: “I’m sorry, what?-”
-> Sakusa: “Atsumu, you’d better shut it unless you have a point for what you said earlier.”
Sakusa was fuming
So much that the other three backed away out of fear, and because of that, Atsumu decided not to be cockish
Settling down, to then walk towards Sakusa
-> Atsumu: “Sakusa...I don’t wanna seem like the bad guy, but hey, there are many other fish in the sea. Ones you could pry on from time to time, no strings attached ehhhh~”
-> Sakusa: “Shut it, I’m not interested-”
->Atsumu: “Kiyoomi, have you considered that your relationship could ruin your career?”
Sakusa was about to throw hands, but didn’t as he let Astumu speak (surprisingly)
->Atsumu: “You know, if you have a relationship, especially with someone who would be considered “a fan,” your own fans would be furious. If you couldn’t tell, they already are. And from there, your image will diminish-”
->Sakusa: “That’s none of my concern. If they aren’t there to support me, they can make their way. Along with agencies-”
->Atsumu: “You didn’t let me finish.”
The two exchanged a cold stare, as Astumu eyed the player with true intent, concern, and sympathy for his situation
->Atsumu: “It may not be your concern, but it might turn into Y/n’s problem. Yes, you’re an athlete, a player who can sustain, and protect himself. Although I say that, that’s the only thing you really have in control. Yourself. You won’t be able to protect Y/n from those vicious vultures, ready to peck right at her.”
Sakusa would then quiet down, as he sweat behind his mask
For once, Atsumu wasn’t being a complete idiot, but instead...was spewing facts that Sakusa hadn’t considered himself
It’d agitate him, as Atsumu would speak (yet again)
->Atsumu: “Like pEw! Her eyes would be gouged out, and then it leads to her death!”
He’d then laugh, to become serious
(He truly does have that type of duality ;-;)
->Atsumu: “My point is, keep in mind that your relationship puts both you, and Y/n at risk. For you, it’s your future in the court, for her, it’s her future in general. Remember that, Kiyo.”
->Atsumu: “Plus, there are many other pretty ladies out there~”
-> Hinata: “Atsumu, I think that’s a bit much-”
Before they could talk more, Sakusa would leave, phone in hand...ready to make the call
“Hey…”
“Hey baby, what’s up?”
“Nothing much...you?”
“I’m great. Also, are you sure hun?...you don’t sound well.”
Imma head cannon sakusa as someone who hyperventilates
So while calling you, he’s trying to keep his breathing steady
He doesn’t sob/tear up, but his wailing...sounds rather excruciating :((
His hand on his chest, trying to calm him down, for his breath to hitch as he said:
“I think we should...break up.”
“Haha, is this a joke? I’ve never heard of this one Kiyoomi-kun.”
“No...I’m serious Y/n.”
“Sakusa...you’re scaring me. Tell me this is a joke, you can stop pretending-”
“I’m not Y/n. I think we should split-”
“Why...did I do something!? Why would you want to split all of the sudden!? Did something happen to you!? Sakusa-”
“I just...I think it’s best if we do. I’m sorry,” he’d then hang up, sobbing to himself silently
His body slouched on the floor, and his hand without his phone
He had thrown it as his knees would draw together
The others would come, and comfort him, while you...oh hun...you sat on your couch dazed
Questioning just what exactly happened, why it happened, and if this was all a joke
Even though you knew, Sakusa Kiyoomi was a person of his word
And meant everyone of them
“Let’s break up,” being just one of those phrases
And the another being...“I love you, and will never leave you.”
Hola I not sure if been asked but I wonder how many part “𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐞” have??
In all honesty, I'm not sure. I just thought of the prompt one day, and wrote it out. I wasn't able to fit everything into one part, and yeah. It'll probably have a couple more though. I've thought about how it'll end, but not the events that lead up to them.
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Synopsis: Akaashi is strolling through Tokyo, and on that day, meets a boy who looks all too familiar. One whose eyes remind him of you.
-> Part Two: Is He Mine? (Pt. 2) -> (Link for part one is there ^^)
Notes: Sorry for taking SO long! It’s here!! If you’d like to be tagged in part four...I’ll see if I can make it happen. Until then, enjoy!!
“Y/n...could you please tell me...if he’s...mine?” you then saw the sorrowful expression, which struck him. The guilt which seeped in, had dug even further. Not sure how to tell him, nor how to phrase things. Your hands clenched, inhaling slowly, as your body trembled. He seemed just as scared for your response, to then hear:
“He’s-”
“He’s mine, Akaashi...Ryu is mine,” Kuroo said, for silence to then fill.
---
“Ku-kun! You made it!”
“Of course I did, buddy. You didn’t think I would leave both you, and mama alone now, did you?”
“Nope! I knew you would come!” He said, while leaping into Kuroo’s arms.
“Hehe, good thing you did. Now, Y/n,” he then grabbed your hand, grasping it tightly.
“We have somewhere we both need to be. Akaashi, thanks for watching the two, and we’ll be on our way.”
“Ah...okay...have a good night…” Akaashi responded. You looked at the man sympathetically, but followed Kuroo regardless.
“You too-” you said.
“It was...it was nice seeing you again, Y/n.”
“Yeah...same here Akaashi...same here.”
---
“I know you’re upset..but he needed to know.”
“There was nothing for him to know,” you said, annoyed. His hands were clasped on the wheel as he sighed, in a sarcastic tone. Although you were glad for his response (since it got you out of the situation), it still pissed you off. You didn’t like the interaction one single bit.
“But Ryu is my son,” you eyed him, nodding as he then started to laugh.
“But then, he also technically isn’t,” you smiled as he rolled his eyes.
“He technically is~ he’s my God son, so that is a type of son,” you shook your head as his eyes averted towards you.
“What!? C’mon, I wasn’t lying to Akaashi. He is my son...just not in the way that he was thinking.”
“Whatever whatever. Regardless...thanks for getting us out of there.”
“No problem...but Y/n.”
“What is it Kuroo?” you eyed him, wondering what he had left to say.
“I hope I won’t have to get you out of that situation again...you know...especially after all he’s done to you.”
“Yeah...I do-”
“So as your friend, I’m hoping that you’ll stay away from him. Especially since...what he had done was, and still is...unforgivable.”
‘Unforgivable hm?’ Kuroo had always been the protective type, but only every now and then, would he actually be serious about his opinion of others. Akaashi was no exception, and in truth, Kuroo despised him for what he had done to you.
“Kuroo...you know that-”
“Y/n...you know that you’re still biased even after all this time. Don’t try to defend him because you know that won’t work on me.”
“Hm...you’re right, it won’t ever,” he then nodded as he gassed the petal, moving even further.
‘Just what exactly...happened again?’
---
“Y/n...let’s break up.”
“What!? Why!? Akaashi what happened-”
“I just...I don’t think we’re good for each other in the way you would want-”
“What do you mean!? Of course we are!”
Your eyes had desperately tried to lock him down, but he himself deflected such a stare. In all honesty, his heart had hurt during the incident, but he knew that him being the “villain” for once...would be the only way that the both of you could ever move on.
“I’m being serious Y/n...let’s end this.”
“Akaashi...was it something I did? Why all of a sudden-” he then inhaled sharply, which led him to remove his hand from his pocket. He let it land in your palm as you squeezed it tightly, hoping that this would be your chance to fix things. Even so, it wasn’t really...instead, the grasp was a call to reality. One which had shaken you a little too harshly.
“It will never be because of you...you’re perfect in every aspect...it’s just me Y/n. I can’t see this going any further...because your wishes...are ones I could never make come true.”
---
“Hah...you were wrong about that…” you murmured to yourself while walking out of the doctors office.
“Very wrong...Akaashi….”
You sobbed as your hands clenched the piece of paper. Why, out of all times...why now? It had only been two months since the both of you cut contact, and there you were...receiving the news you would’ve never expected to hear. You couldn’t even contact Akaashi since you both had blocked each other, knowing it would’ve been the best to do so.
You honestly felt as if you had no one to turn to, well...that was until you remembered Kuroo. Your bestest friend, there for you no matter what. It was surprising how much you had forgotten about him, but at the same time, it didn’t shock you. You were so self centered after the split, and tried focusing on you...blocking anyone who tried making their way in.
Even so, this wasn’t the time to be selfish. After all, you would have to start thinking about two heads and not just your own. You dialed Kuroo’s number, hoping he would pick up. Not only that, but that he would also forgive you...for being such a grouch. Even though your behaviour was expected after a split, it was still something you had done so selfishly.
Fortunately for you, the young man had picked up (almost immediately). He had been extremely worried about you since you were avoiding everyone, and was more than glad that you were ready to make connections (yet again). He was ready to hear your voice, which gave him relief. He expected the greatest of news, yet even so...when hearing you express the details to him, it instead gave your friend...anxiety. Something that the cocky boy didn’t feel too often.
“What do you mean!? Have you told Akaashi about this!?”
“I...I can’t-”
“What do you mean you can’t!? Of course you can-”
“Kuroo...we’ve blocked each other and everything. He really wants nothing to do with me...I don’t think I should bother him with this-”
“Yes you should! He needs to share responsibility, plus...I’m sure that he would be more than willing to talk to you, especially about this. Y/n, give him a chance.”
At the time, Kuroo had truly believed that Akaashi would come around. Even if the news hadn’t been announced, Kuroo’s gut assured him. Akaashi was a nice soul, and people like that came around to spread the greater good. Plus, if he had truly loved you, he would’ve been more than okay to talk with you. Open up, and speak about your feelings or whatever.
Not only that, but he believed in the better of people. Akaashi being one of the greatest examples. He really did look up to both Bokuto, and Akaashi. Not just as opponents, but also as friends. So he was sure that Akaashi’s reaction would be mature, and the right one. He also deserved the chance of taking care of what you both would have, and it wouldn’t be fair if you didn’t give him the opportunity.
“I guess you’re right…”
“For goodness sake, you didn’t know that already?” he joked as you cracked a smile.
“Thanks Kuroo-kun…”
“No problem. Call me when you’ve done the deed.”
“Will do,” you assured, as you then got up...ready to tell the news yet again.
---
You walked into Akaashi’s workplace. It was a large glass building. One of which had vibrant colours, digital screens, large lounging areas, and many people. You remembered him mentioning that he actually had a decent position there. He was lucky that he had been recommended right after university, and that he was climbing the latter as you spoke. It wasn’t that you didn’t take interest in his work, rather, he never gave you the chance to.
You see, since he had been so busy with projects, promotions, and plans...he had never brought you to see his work area. The only reason why you were able to make it there, was because you had remembered the name of the company. Googling your way to the building. Akaashi also didn’t want to involve you in the work environment. It wasn’t the most ideal for someone like you. Not only that...but he had planned the break up ahead of time, so he thought it was best to leave his personal affairs separate.
You walked into the building, watching as people passed you. One by one. You were lucky to have reached the receptionist without being trampled. You clenched onto your torso. Not sure as to why, but it felt like the only way you could protect yourself in such a big, and foreign place….
In all honesty, Akaashi was right about one thing, that environment was not made for you. The thought of the crowd stomping all over you was only one of the few things which gave a scare. You had known no one there, not only that, but you watched as a few people gave you judgemental stares. Not a pleasant surprise, rather...an intimidating warning. One which had told you that...you didn’t belong there.
Your grip had tightened, hoping to find some security in that open space. Even during that crisis, you were glad that you weren’t alone. That your special little someone was there with you, and that you would protect them no matter what. As your hands stiffened, the receptionist started to speak.
“Hello ma'am, what brings you to our company?”
“Ah yes...I was hoping I could meet with someone?” she could tell how uneasy you felt, and tried to soften her tone. Hoping that things could be done in a much kinder way.
“Hm, and who would that be?”
“Akaashi Keji…”
“Well, do you have an appointment set up?”
“Ah...no I don’t.”
“Are you at all related to the worker? Whether you’re his family, friend, or whatever else?” Your lips parted, ready to give an answer.
“I’m his girlfriend,” was something you couldn’t say. Though it felt natural to the mouth, you still felt stoic. As you knew that it was something you would never get to say again.
“I um…”
“Akaashayeee!”
“What is it Bokuto-san?”
‘Bokuto is here?’ you then darted your eyes towards the two. You watched as they casually conversed. Akaashi in business attire, and Bokuto in his uniform. It seemed as if Akaashi was doing really well...a little too well for your liking.
“I need to use the washroom. Wait for me would you.”
“Bokuto, you can’t just show up randomly. I have work-”
“Pleaseee!”
“Fine, hurry up.”
“Thank you Akaashi~” he then skipped into the stalls as Akaashi stood there, frustratingly looking at his watch.
You glanced at the gentlemen. His suit was tailored just for him. The folds creased ever so slightly, and hugged him quite nicely. His hair was done up for once, and his glasses gave him a sharper, and more professional look. Not only that, but his shoes seemed to shine from where you stood. Maybe the sun was playing tricks with you, but you were sure that the glint was there.
You weren’t sure if you should’ve approached him. He looked very content with his lifestyle, and the news...might’ve dragged him down. Maybe it was the wrong choice to be there, but then...you remembered what Kuroo had said. That being the case, you made your way over. One step, following the next. It felt as if each foot was made of cement. Both dreading the walk, and practically dragging you to the confrontation you weren’t quite ready for. Not only did your body make you pessimistic, but so did his reaction when watching your approach.
Akaashi immediately darted the other direction, hoping you wouldn’t have approached him. Even though he did, you still made your way. Making his already frustrating day...even more upsetting. Why now, why did you have to show up at the worst timing possible?
He usually wasn’t one to think like that, but at that time he was very annoyed. Not at you (solely) of course, but at the day he had in front of him. His superiors were already giving him a hard time. Hollering at the gentleman, and doubling his workload. Not only that, but Bokuto had shown up and was being an inconvenience.
If he was relaxed, he wouldn’t have been so negative. He also would have found some type of balance, or, middle ground. But the stress was really getting to him...along with the effects of your split. He wouldn’t deny that it was one of the reasons he had been slacking, and slightly losing his composure. Regardless, your appearance was also something he couldn’t have dealt with, well... not at that moment at least. Yet, you still came...at the time where he needed a breath the most.
“Akaashi?...” he inhaled deeply, scrunching his brows as his body then turned around.
“Yes Y/n?...what could you possibly need?”
“I,” the tone of his voice shook you. Was he really that pissed at you for coming to him? Even if that wasn’t the case, his face just...said so.
“I don’t have all day. I’m sorry but I’m busy-”
“It’s important though,” he sighed (yet again).
“Alright, please make it quick,” your thumbs twitled as his foot thumped. Impatient with the amount of time you had taken trying to think of what to say.
“Okay Akaashi...I know we split, but we-”
“We cannot get back together. I’m sorry, I just...we can’t.”
You weren’t even going to say that. Rather, if he had let your finished, you would’ve instead said:
“We have a responsibility, one which calls for the both of us.”
You understood and respected the concept of you both splitting, but even so...it hurt hearing him confirm the idea. Just why did he have to be so...so cruel? Even if that was what you were going to convey, couldn’t he have said it any nicer? You then stepped back, offended by his statement...and obviously hurt.
He could tell what his words had done, but knew that it was for the best. Though, if he was in a better mood, he would’ve worded things differently. In a much more gentle way. One of which would have satisfied the both of you. But alas, he was not. He wouldn’t deny that his answer caused him to enrage even more. But even so, he decided to ignore it as the issue was about you, and not him. You needed to know that he really was done with this, and that he wasn’t going to change his mind...no matter what.
Yes it was harsh, but he honestly couldn’t make you happy. Not with the way life was taking him as of then. He had a career he needed to build, not only that, but his head was nowhere even CLOSE to settling down. Your thoughts had been the opposite. Around this age is when couples would consider getting married. Of course, you had gestured the thought to him a couple of times, but he never responded. Not ready for the responsibility, nor the commitment just yet.
In all honesty, he wanted to accomplish his goals first. After doing so, he would’ve definitely proposed to you. The problem was, that even though he wanted to wait, he knew that the pause was something which saddened you. In truth, your perspective about the topic was just...so different. He hated the idea of you not feeling content, and felt helpless knowing that he couldn’t do anything about it. So that’s why he split with you.
Hoping that you would find somebody else. Someone who would actually accommodate your dreams, and do his best to make them come true. Not only did he wish you happiness, but that your painful smile...the one which lied to him about being fine with things, the one which had enlightened him, the one which he adored...would instead be a beautiful, and truthful grin. Free of the reigns which he had placed, and ready to start a newer chapter, without him being your captor.
“Akaashi…”
“If that’s all, I need to go now,” he said as strongly as he could. Not wanting to make a weakness out of him, and the decision you had both made.
“But what about Bokuto?-” you watched as he strided, making his way. The further he stepped, the more you took notice of the company around you. Stares which observed the scene, questioning the commotion while looking down at you. Wondering just what would happen next. Because of that, you then gripped onto his coat. Your palm had latched onto his sleeve, as you quivered:
“A-Akaashi...please stay...l-listen,” of course he wanted to say...but doing so would’ve made everything pointless. His anger, decisions, along with the break up. Even though he knew of your fear, he also knew of his own. Knowing that, he then turned around, making you release the clothing.
“I’m sorry...Y/n…” he then walked, making his way.
“I’m...you’re a parent Akaashi!!” You yelled for him to turn your way. He gave you a stare, one which had expressed both resentment, and hatred. One of which, you would never forget. As those same eyes then trailed the other direction...disappearing into the crowd, along with him himself.
“Y/n, what are you doing here?”
“Bokuto!”
---
You didn’t tell Bokuto anything, and he didn’t bother to ask. He tried keeping quiet instead of bursting like he usually did. It seemed as if you needed space, and he tried to give you as much as he could. While driving you back to your house, he could tell how upset you were. Tears trailing from your eyes, along with sniffles escaping your nose. He felt horrible. He hadn’t supported you during the time one single bit, being that Akaashi was his friend, and he had to comfort him.
It wasn’t that he wasn’t yours, rather, he and Akaashi were a lot closer. Plus, you did also cut ties with almost everyone he knew. Still, he felt guilty that he couldn’t even say a sentence, or anything for that matter. The only word which had slipped from his lips, was the one which you didn’t want to hear. Being that you didn’t want to be alone, and he was the only person with you.
“Goodbye, Y/n,” his car then backed out of the driveway. Racing into the night, along with the many thoughts which traveled through your head.
---
“You told him, and he walked away...Y/n...you’re fucking joking.”
“I’m not...Kuroo-”
“That bastard! I’m going to-”
“NO! Kuroo please!”
“But why Y/n!? He deserves it! I honestly thought he would do better...but he does this instead!? He deserves hell for all I care-”
“I know...I know he does. But just...not now…”
“I...okay...someday though.”
“Mhm,” you agreed, as you tried holding in your sob.
“Cry silly, I’ll be there in ten.”
“Alright Kuroo, thanks,” you teared, ready to hang up.
“Don’t end call, I’ll stay with ya.”
“Haha, okay...thanks.”
“No problem.”
---
Kuroo was there for the whole process. The naming, the shopping, the building, almost everything you could think of.
“What about, Takane?” you questioned, as he shook his head.
“It makes me think of an old man-”
“Hey!” you slapped his shoulder, as he laughed hysterically.
“Haha, I’m sorry! Old lady...” he joked, barely above a whisper.
“Tch. Well...then what do you have in mind?”
“Ryu, Ryu sounds cool.”
“I guess so...but it’s so short.”
“Hm...I guess you’re right,” you both sighed, for your head to then strike an idea.
“What about Ryosuke? We can call him Ryu for short.”
“Sure, sounds great!”
--
“Blue or green?” you asked, as he pondered.
“Blue looks cool, the green...I don’t know.”
“Aww, but I think it’s so cute~”
“Then let’s get both. I’m sure he’ll rock both,” he smiled, grabbing the clothing, along with his card.
--
“Ugh, this crib...I wish it would build itself,” he wallowed as you tried reading the manual.
“Yeah but it won’t...come on, we can do this!”
“Heh, okay fine. Give me a second though, I need to rest,” you rolled your eyes as he cocked a grin.
“Okay, whatever...and I thought volleyball players had stamina-”
“Hey, I most definitely do! Here, I’ll get back to building, right now!”
He made sure to support you the best he could, and kept his mouth shut when in front of Akaashi. Though he was pissed, he had to remember that one, he needed to respect your decision, and two, Akaashi was still his friend.
Though disappointed in his response, he decided to keep his mouth shut. Instead he had observed him from afar. Making sure that Akaashi was nowhere close.
“Y/n...don’t panic, you can do it,” you nodded anxiously, as Kuroo held your hand.
“I’ll be there the whole way through, so don’t be too scared...okay?”
“Yup...okay….”
--
“Aww, he’s so small,” Kuroo said, while holding Ryosuke. The baby lay peacefully in his arms, not aware of his surroundings. Still, it surprised the both of you how calm he was. Baby’s usually cried when not with their parents...and well...Kuroo wasn’t his father.
Regardless, the little guy didn’t feel indifferent about the person holding him. Instead, he seemed to enjoy it as his head snuggled into Kuroo’s chest. Kuroo was still having a hard time with handling him, but he tried to hold him the way the nurse had taught him. Though he was a little stiff, he got the handle of it. Holding the small Ryu in his arms, pleasantly. Waiting for you to sit comfortably.
“Ryosuke Akaashi, eh, rings a nice bell,” he said, while giving him to you. The boy clung onto his shirt, which made him smile softly. He slowly removed his fingers, one by one. Making sure not to hurt him, transferring him easily.
Maybe a was more aware than the both of you that thought. Giving you both a reason to protect him even more. One day, he would be fully aware of the world around him, but until then, you would guard him with the world that you would give him. One of which you both would do your best in.
“He’s just as quiet as his pops,” Kuroo joked, saltily.
“Yeah...like his father….”
--
When Ryu had joined the both of you, Kuroo decided to move in. He helped with watching him when he could, chores were also a given, and he also made sure that you were getting the time you needed (alone). He was a great help, and without him...you wouldn’t be where you were today. He made you an even stronger person, and you were ever so grateful for a friend like him.
Not only that, but during the time where the three of you would walk, many would compliment him. He would have Ryu in one arm, and a bag on his other. The ladies who strolled by would always boast about him, making him a popular father figure amongst the city folk. Constantly being slathered by support from other people...made him smile. He was glad that he was performing his role the best he could, and that it was getting the recognition he wouldn’t have dreamed of. One of which Akaashi should have been commencing. Regardless of that upseting thought, seeing his hard work pay off...was enough for both him, and Ryu.
“Aww, your son is so cute! He looks just like his father.”
“Ma’am...I’m really not his father-”
“Oh, don’t be so humble! We can obviously tell, I mean, look at that smile. He resembles you so much!”
“I,” you then placed a hand on his shoulder. You nodded at him as he sighed. Ryu had cooed while his eyes lazily followed Kuroo. The small baby himself smiled, leading Kuroo to as well. He planted a kiss on the child’s forehead, and grasped his tiny little hand. Giving them both comfort, and a moment of bonding.
“Yeah, he’s one heck of a handsome baby. Just like his father…”
Kuroo would always see Ryu as his own. Even though you had told Ryu that Kuroo wasn’t his real father, Ryu would still treat him like one. The both of them had a very strong relationship, and continued to build it with the time to come. Kuroo had taught him how to hold a volleyball, recorded his first steps, and everything in between. Regardless of genetics, Kuroo would always see Ryu as his son. His first, and his only...well...for now at least.
Once Ryu had grown a bit (at the age of three), and Kuroo’s career called for him, you sent him back. Assuring that things would be fine even without him there. You both knew it was time for him to face reality. But even so, he didn’t want to leave either you, or Ryu. He had hoped he could’ve extended his stay for a little longer, but alas, you wouldn’t let him.
“Are you sure?-”
“Yes you piece of chicken, go! I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure? I could stay another week or-”
“No no, go! I’ll call you once you make it back.”
“Okay okay! Please Y/n...be safe and...don’t be too hard on yourself.”
“Don’t worry Kuroo, I won’t. Now go!” He smirked as Ryu tugged on his leg. Ryu frowned, and began to cry. He didn’t want Kuroo to leave, and Kuroo also felt the same. He would’ve loved to stay with the boy, even for a tad longer. Yet instead of wailing, he made the best of their goodbye. Laughing as he launched the boy into the air, leading the both to hug.
“See you Ryu, you be good to mommy...okay?”
“Mhm, I will, d-daddy! I’ll protect her while you’re gone!”
Ryu seemed hesitant when calling him that, but Kuroo made sure to reassure him. Being that it was more than okay for him to call Tetsuro “dad,” because after all, he really...was. He was more of a father figure to him than anyone out there, and was extremely happy to know that Ryu had felt the same.
“Daddy? Heh, I like that. Also, yes...don’t let the ogres get to her!”
“Never!” Ryu sniffled as Kuroo then hugged you. Making you smile as you held them both closely.
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“So you’re really never going to let it go?” you questioned, as his brow cocked.
“I’m assuming you already know the answer to that.”
“Yeah...I do.”
“Well, whatever you do...remember that you have Ryu. Do whatever is best for the both of you, okay?”
“Mhm…” you nodded, as he then tried to lighten the mood.
“He called me Ku-kun...and not Daddy...ah, makes me kind of sad.”
“Aww, don’t be-”
“Was I really away for that long? It’s only been two years, right?” you nodded as Kuroo sighed.
“Aish, hopefully...he’ll call me it sooner than later,” you put a hand on his shoulder, assuring him as his grip lessened.
“He will, so don’t worry about that Kuroo. Now, let’s hurry. Ryu needs to sleep in an actual bed,” you smiled, looking at the boy behind you. His hair disheveled just like his father’s, his arms crossed, and his eyes closed. The sight made you relieved, helping you to also remember that you both...were in it together.
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→ (Meanwhile, after Kuroo drove off) ←
‘Pick up...come on…’
“Hey, what-sup Akaashiiii~”
“Bokuto...I need to talk with you.”
-> (For those who wanted to be tagged/reblogged) ^^
