A E V I

she settles into a seat in the stands, scanning the players as they warm up on the court below. her gaze lands on atsumu, who’s stretching on the sidelines, completely unaware of her presence. she’s here for entertainment purposes only. and she’s not sure if he’d like that she’s hoping his team will lose today. she doesn’t know much about volleyball, having never made the effort of learning the rules, so she mainly pays attention to how the crowd and players react. even while dating shion, she rarely came to his games. soon into the relationship, she realized she didn’t care for it.

but she can't help herself now, when she spots shion stumble and miss a save, she has to fight back a laugh, savoring the sour look on his face. she’s debating taking a picture to cherish this moment forever when suddenly her gaze catches atsumu’s across the court. he looks taken aback at first, his eyebrows raising and eyes widening, but his surprise is replaced by a grin as he gives her a quick wave. she waves back, though a little less excitedly. it doesn’t go unnoticed by the libero, whose face turns a bitter and angry shade of red.

soon, it’s atsumu’s turn to serve. she’s caught off guard by the shift in his demeanor. how intense and focused he looks, completely different from how she’s used to seeing him. she finds herself unable to look away, completely drawn in by this unfamiliar side of him. he takes a few steps back and raises his hand to silence the crowd. without meaning to, she’s on the edge of her seat. then, he jumps, swinging his arm to hit the ball with a deafening sound… only for it to lend out of bounds.

she tenses, expecting his teammates or coach to start yelling, but instead, laughter echoes through the team. they’re clearly teasing him, if she were closer, she could hear them make fun of him for missing with his “little girlfriend” watching. atsumu, however, lets out a frustrated groan, flushing deep red as he tries to brush it off.

shion is burning holes in the back of atsumu’s head the entire match, she doesn’t miss a second of it. she might paint his expression to put on her christmas cards, who knows.

when atsumu’s turn to serve rolls around again, she shrinks back into her seat, worried about the outcome. atsumu tosses the ball, eyes locked onto his target and smashes it over the net. it lends perfectly in the far corner on the other side of the court. she releases a breath she didn't realize she was holding, her nerves melting into a small proud smile.

one ace turns into another, and another… after his fourth ace in a row, the energy in the stands is electric. as he walks back for his fifth serve, she sees shion move deliberately across his path. he bumps into atsumu’s shoulder, muttering something under his breath atsumu only scoffs in response, choosing to ignore shion’s petty attempt at provocation.

the other team manages to receive the serve this time, but msby take the point anyway. as the game goes on, she finds herself engrossed more and more. each serve, each spike, each receive pulls her in deeper into the match, hanging onto every point. by the time the match point approaches, her eyes are locked on atsumu, fingers gripping the seat as her heart pounds in her chest almost as loud as the cheering around her.

when the number 12 scores on a ball atsumu passed him, she jumps out of her seat. her eyes meet atsumu’s, both grinning, and her breath catches in her throat. soon his teammates surround him in celebration.

she hurries down the stands and when she reaches the bottom she sees shion inches from atsumu’s face, a taunting look on his features. a familiar, mocking sneer, the same that had caused so many of their arguments in the past. from where she’s standing, she can’t make out shion’s exact words but she can read them in atsumu’s expression, by the way he’s tightening his jaw

his fists are clenched by his sides, knuckles white, but instead of reacting, he turns to leave, a move that only seems to anger shion more. he grabs the blond by the shoulder, forcing him to turn around.

“look at me when i’m talking to you!” shion screams, his voice sharp and accusing. it echoes through the gym, catching the attention of everyone around, who are now staring with wide eyes.

atsumu stands his ground, his expression shifting from anger to an infuriatingly calm, condescending smirk. “stop embarrassing yourself shion,” his voice laced with defiance, challenge.

things escalate in a matter of seconds. shion raises his fist, aiming for atsumu’s jaw. their coach and captain rush in just in time to grab his arm, holding him back as atsumu chuckles and walks away as if nothing had happened.

she joins atsumu, not sparing shion a glance as she walks past him.

“congrats!” she says, her smile warm.

“thank you!” he grins, opening his arms as if to hug her but then pausing, looking down at his sweat-soaked shirt with a sheepish chuckle. he grabs a towel, wiping his face in a towel before continuing, “didn’t know you were coming today.”

“i wanted to keep it a surprise,” she replies with a soft laugh.

“did you like the game?”

“it’s just guys running around,” she shrugs with a smirk, “it’s not as bad as i remembered it.”

“’m glad.” he chuckles.

he takes a long sip from his water bottle, glancing over his shoulder as if checking that shion was gone before turning back to her with a grin.

“come, i’ll introduce you to my roommates,” he says, a playful glint in his eyes. “fair warning though, they’re kind of… a lot.”

“more than you?” she teases, quirking an eyebrow.

he laughs, rolling his eyes, as he swings his towel over his shoulder. “shut up” he mutters, with a grin as they head towards a group of three chatting by the stands.

“you know,” she starts, “i’ve actually met them before.”

“yea?” he looks at her curiously, “when?”

“a few months ago.” she pauses, looking ahead, “i went with shion to a party, after a win. didn’t really talk to them, though.”

he notices she’s evasive, as usual.

“wait- did we meet at this party?” he asks, his playful smirk faltering slightly, “I think id remember talking to ya.” he adds with a wink, but it doesn’t quite mask the worry in his eyes.

“briefly. but you were really drunk. it makes sense that you don’t remember.” she replies, her tone slightly colder than before.

“oh, god.” he groans, hiding his face in his hands. after a beat, he peaks out from between his fingers, “please tell me I didn’t make a fool of myself.”

“no more than usual, don’t worry.” she chuckles, her voice light and playful, but the warmth in her smile doesn’t reach her eyes.

oblivious, he lets out a relieved sigh, “…good.”, after a beat he leans in closer and whispers “if sakusa’s a dick, don’t take it to heart. he’s just like that.”

“um, noted.”

atsumu (re)introduces her to the group, and like he said, they are a lot.

hinata, whom she already knew of thanks to kageyama, and bokuto surround her almost immediately. bombarding her with questions about her life, her interests, and their own stories faster than she can keep up. sakusa, on the other hand, is quieter, watching the scene with an amused expression. he occasionally joins in to add quick jokes at atsumu’s expense, earning a laugh from her every time.

hinata is cut off by a high pitch squeal of atsumu’s name, and she sees an older woman waving in their direction. her brows furrow as she looks at atsumu, confused.

he grimaces, “forgot about that…” he runs a hand through his hair and sighs as the woman, followed by an even older woman and a dark haired man around their age walk their way. “that’s my family, it’s not too late to run away you know.” he whispers as they approach with out stretched arms.

she barely has the time to think about it that they’re standing in front of her, smiling warmly.

“hey mom, gran, ’samu,” he takes them in his arms one by one, then turns to her with a sheepish smile, “um, meet yn… a friend.”

his mother and grandmother’s faces light up, as they share a knowing look, not believing she’s ‘just a friend’ for even a second. he continues, “yn, meet my mom, grandma and my brother.”

before either of them can process it, his grandma clutches her hand warmly, “honey, you gotta join us! we’re celebratin’ the win, and we made way too much food.” his grandma says, her voice soft and warm, her accent even more noticeable than atsumu’s.

he leans in to whisper in her ear again, “y’don’t have to go if you don’t wanna,” but his smile betrays him. she finds herself agreeing without a second thought.

atsumu takes the time to shower and get changed, giving her time to rethink her life choices, and they head back to his family’s house. it’s small, but charming. the floorboards creak under their feet, the walls are covered in pictures, memories. she can easily picture atsumu growing up here.

over lunch, the subject quickly shifts from the win to embarrassing childhood stories. each one making atsumu sink further into his seat. unsurprisingly, osamu is the one who starts the topic, with the tale of the time his twin abandoned him at the playground and tried to convince everyone he had always been an only child.

as the afternoon passes by, she relaxes, feeling more at ease with his family. atsumu offers to give her a tour of the house, thinking she most likely needs a break from his sweet but overwhelming family.

they walk the hallway to atsumu’s childhood bedroom. the walls covered in family pictures. she can see the twins in matching outfits over the years and makes a mental note to never let atsumu live that down. she stops in front of the picture of a man who is the spitting image of atsumu. there aren’t a lot of him on the wall.

“is that your father?” she asks, her tone hesitant.

“yea,” he takes a deep breath, “he died when i was a kid. if you’re wondering why he’s not, um… here.”

“f- i’m sorry.”

“’s okay. there was no way for you to know.”

she stands in place for a moment, staring at the portrait. then she turns to him with the softest expression he has ever seen on her face. “it must have been really hard for you.”

he nods, lips thinning into a tight smile, “yea…”

she doesn’t know what to say, the air is thick. this is too much, too serious, too real. this isn’t supposed to happen, she needs to get out of here.

before she can, atsumu’s hand brushes against hers and, instinctively, she intertwines her fingers with his.

he squeezes her hand tightly, and she thinks that, maybe, she doesn’t need to say anything.

when it’s time to leave, his mom pulls her into a hug, wrapping her arms around her firmly, like she’s already part of the family. it catches her off guard, a warmth she’s never quite felt before, not even from her own mother. she melts into her arms.

“it was a pleasure to meet you sweetheart, come back anytime.”

it stirs something in her, a sense of comfort she’s afraid to lean into.

but the scariest part of all is the quiet realization creeping up on her, maybe, just maybe, she’s getting a little too attached herself.

fun facts

atsumu missed his first ace, but not because he was nervous (totally because he was nervous)

his mom and grandma interpreted 'friend' as ‘gf who's not official yet’.

atsumu knew yn was watching so he acted all cool and calm, but he really didn't want to get punched... he was so scared

after the game hinata called kageyama to tell him everything that happened (the win, shion and atsumu almost fighting...)

and kageyama immediately told yachi, kiyoko and noya

yn left atsumu on delivered :/

author's note

fatherless miya twins is canon to me

more lore on atsumu and yn :0 (even more in the next part)

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she was ordering herself her last drink when she received the text, the sweaty crowd pushing her against the bar. she’s now staring into space, the sounds around blurring into an incomprehensible mess.

the bartender hands over the drink, snapping her out of her daze. she downs it in one go, and orders another one. and another. until she can’t tell what she’s feeling.

when she wakes up, blurry memories from the night before come back to her. her head hurts, she feels heavy, she rubs her eyes, trying to make sense of everything.

except, she’s not in her bed, and that’s not her room. clothes are littered on the ground and giving where she is, it’s unlikely she took them off alone.

she groans and gets up, the room spins and she feels nauseous, reminding her of how much she drank last night. quickly she fumbles through the mess on the floor to find her clothes. they smell of sweat and alcohol. she grimaces, but she slips it over her head anyway. the damp fabric sticking to her skin. her makeup from yesterday is smudged around her eyes, her hair is a mess. she finds her phone half-buried in a pile of clothes that clearly aren’t hers.

slowly, she opens the door, she hears a shower running and takes it as a sign that the coast is clear. she’s not in the mood to face anyone in her current state, especially not her mistake from last night. tip toeing down the hallway to the door, she closes it behind her as quietly as possible. the sun is high in the sky already as she does her walk of shame, not sure where she’s going. she checks her phone, it’s dead. she’s not ready to tell anyone about what happened last night anyway.

when she looks up it hits her that she's wandered to her art studio, well her school’s art studio. her feet seemingly moving on their own, driven by routine rather than choice. she pockets her phone and pushes through the door. the studio is unusually empty, quiet. it should make her feel at peace, but it doesn’t. she hasn’t cried yet and she’s not sure she will.

she moves mechanically, out of habit, she takes out paint and brushes. she stands in front of a blank canvas and stares for a while. the emptiness inside her stretches, threatening to swallow her whole. she knows she should feel something, anger, betrayal, heartbreak even, but there’s nothing. a dull, oppressing nothing.

she hates everything she makes lately, never satisfied with the end result. she doesn’t know why. and she doesn’t know why she even bothers trying anymore. but she knows that if she doesn’t make enough pieces for the exhibition, she will fail. the knowledge looms over her head, and the more the deadline approaches, the more she feels it weighing down on her.

so, she picks up a brush. her grip is tight, too tight, her knuckles whitening as her fingers curl around the wooden handle. her strokes are harsh, slashing across the white surface, trying to force something out of herself, something she doesn’t have.

bristles bend and split under the pressure, damaged by the force of her hand, she doesn’t care. she paints because she has to, because she has nothing better to do.

after a while she stops, she’s not finished but she can’t find it in herself to keep going any longer. her eyes trace the lines on the canvas, neither satisfied nor dissatisfied with what she made, just a heavy indifference. without thinking, she wipes her hands on her pants, leaving streaks of paint behind.

she picks up a half empty paint bucket from a shelf nearby and walks out the door.

sounds of balls hitting the floor lead her to her next destination. she drags her feet to the entrance of the gym, paint bucket swinging as she walks up the steps. confusion and curiosity can be read on the faces of the people she passes by, and she stops in front of what will soon be her ex boyfriend. he’s stretching below her and before he gets the chance to speak, she dumps the entirety of the red paint in her hands over his head. gasps and laughter echo in the background but she doesn’t pay attention to them, instead focusing on (and savoring) the bewildered expression he’s now wearing.

with paint seeping down his face and pooling around him, he stays still, blinking up at her in shock, mouth agape. she doesn’t smile or laugh, her expression cold and distant. the sight of his face triggering a surge of anger, boiling under her skin. the first emotion she’s felt since she heard the news.

and she walks away.

fun facts!!

the girl sent proof to yn about the cheating (pictures, stuff like that)

they spent an hour looking for yn before kageyama told them they could stop, but without explaining why (because he was really drunk but also because he didn't want them to annoy him about him talking to hinata)

hinata and kageyama were in high school together (along with everyone else from karasuno) but ever since they graduated they grew apart a little

yn is a woman of very few words

when she came home she locked herself in her room

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“your mother wants-” 

“damn what she wants!” he cracked, shaking in anger as your lips wobbled at the flash that crossed his face, he rubbed his hands over his tired eyes, looking away, trying to calm himself down as his hair fell into his eyes, “have you ever stopped to think about what about what i want?”

you didn’t know what he wanted. you had always thought that the gojo satoru would pick somebody spectacular to be his equal, somebody whose name was just as prominent as his. you thought that his wife would have been a child of a god as well, somebody who could match him on his every level. 

but now you weren’t sure, your past judgment slipping away as you took in his disheveled state.

“i,” he sighed, looking at you as he shook his head, “i want you so much that hearing you say you want to leave damn near tore my heart out. i want you so much that my every waking moment is spent thinking, dreaming, wanting you. you are the only person that i care for.” he choked out, his voice raw as he pushed the strands away so he could see you.

you couldn’t find anything to say as your lips trembled as you tried to conceal your cries. if only he knew your petty tears came from years of these words being muttered in the back of your head, from the people around you, and only tonight did they finally spill. you were strong, and you could control your emotions better than most, but seeing him tonight with the woman blatantly trying to win his attention proved the fragility in your mask. you knew that accepting his hand in marriage meant having to have skin thicker than before, but after months of hearing the crude rumors of why he picked you out of anybody else chipped away at you before this was all that was left. 

“i didn’t want you to be my wife out of spite,” he takes a tentative step forward, hoping that you don’t cower away because of it, “i wanted you to be my wife because i loved you too much for you to be anything but.” he walks again, his long legs reaching you in a matter of milliseconds as he’s now closer than he was before, his striking eyes taking you in better as you look at him from above your lashes, not wanting him to see you this way.

“you are so smart yet sometimes you can’t see beyond what people tell you,” he murmurs, pulling you into his chest as you let him, this warmth something you knew you could no longer live without, “i will not let you leave.”

“but-” 

“listen to me,” he murmurs firmly, his fingers grasping your jaw as he lifts it up so you can see him. 

“i will not let you leave…unless you want to,” his thumb swipes away at the corner of your eyes, searching for answers, “do you want to?”

no, you don’t.

you want to stay. you want to wake up to his kisses and his gentle touch, the honeyed words he’d tell you as he held you close to his naked body. you wanted to stay and experience what it’s like having the strongest soldier as your husband, to know that he wouldn’t let a fly land on your head. you want him.

“no,” you look away, your cheeks heating up under his heavy gaze, “but-” 

“then don’t leave.” he cut you off again, shushing your doubts as he shook his head. his fingers trailed across your shoulders, long as you felt them travel down the cloth that covered your back, holding your waist as he ran them across the expanse of your body. 

he knew the things you told yourself sometimes, he’d comforted you those nights when the darkness sheltered your tears and all he could do was tell you that you were wrong and hold you close to his thumping heart. 

this was the furthest it had ever been. his heart was thumping erratically and he was sure it would jump out of his throat if you actually left.

“‘toru, i really think that….” you trailed off as he dropped his head down, his lips finding your neck as he littered wet kisses on your skin, mouth curling into a smile as he heard your breathing hitch. 

he gripped your hips tightly, undoing the knot that met in the middle of your collarbones, watching as your robe fell to show off your supple skin to him. you wanted to hide, never getting used to that hungry look that would take over his face as he eyed your breaths, his cheeks glowing pink as he nudged his thigh in between your two legs. 

“do you really think i could live without these?” he asked, his hands cupping your tits as he flicked his thumb over your pert nipples, your lips catching between your teeth to hide your whines, “without you?” his hands ran down your stomach, his nose rubbing against your cheek as he teased his lips over yours, a cruel grin threatening to make its way onto his stunning face as you tried to meet him where he was. 

“now you’re eager?” he taunted, getting drunk off of your helpless whines, enjoying knowing the fact that neither of you would be able to survive without the other, that he needed to breathe your air in order to live. he could taunt and tease you as much as he’d want, but in the end, he’d always oblige. 

he kissed you like a man starved, his lips crashing against yours as you let out a small gasp. he took the air from your lungs, your teeth clashing against each other as he held you to him, your nipples rubbing against his chest as he moaned into your mouth, wanting more. 

“want you, always want you,” you murmur against him, your fingers curling at the stray hairs at his nape, pulling him closer to you as you press up to kiss him again.

“then don’t ever say anything like that again,” he whispered, and for the first time that night you heard the vulnerability in his words, “i want you so bad that i can barely think straight without you.”

you wanted to apologize but he stopped you, already knowing the words that were going to come out of your mouth. He nipped at your lips, stealing your apology away silently, not wanting to see your pretty tears anymore, the sight hurting him more than any wound he’s attained in all his years as a warrior. 

dropping down to his knees as he breathed in your scent, his eyes rolling back as you tried to look away in embarrassment. He’d press kissed to your inner thighs, stopping just where you needed and wanted him most, taking your knee as he guided it upwards to rest on his shoulders, looking up at you as he rolled and smirked. 

“you think anybody else will love you like i do? treat you like this?” you shook your head, your fingers curling into his white hair as your head thumped against the wall, his hot breath fanning over your fluttering entrance as you whined out for him. 

“mmh, fuck,” he loved seeing you like this, beautifully naked, sweat dotting on your skin as you wrapped your leg around his back, “hurry up ‘toru,” you were impatient and he loved that about you. 

“anything for my wife,” he said, his mouth finally finding your clit as you let out a pleased cry, his fingers prodding at your dripping entrance as your eyes squeezed shut. this is where he loved to be most, the saccharine taste of you on his tongue, washing over his body as he grew taunt against his stomach. 

he sucked, his two fingers reaching deep in you as he curled them, switching them with his mouth occasionally as your grip on his hair grew tighter, guiding him up and down as he slurped your juices away, the sound echoing across the chamber. 

“just like that!” you moaned when he reached your spongy spot, your walls clenching around his fingers, your essence staining his chin as he looked up at you with a dopey look in his eyes, “fuuuck ‘toru,” your words were the sin that he longed for, tainting his existence with the presence of your love. 

he could feel you getting closer, his movements getting faster as he held one against your ass, cupping it as he brought you even impossibly closer to him, eating you out as he had never eaten a meal as good as this, and you did try to stop the noises that fell out of your mouth as you squeezed against him, creaming on his fingers as he brought you to your high, crying out his name as you tried to dig yourself against the wall.

your heavy breathing filled the room, your grip on his hair loosening up as he kissed your inner thigh one last time before disconnecting himself from your spasming pussy, grinning like a fool as he balanced himself on his haunches. 

“good?” 

“oh, shut up,” you muttered, still trying to catch your breath as he chuckled, standing up as he brought you to his chest once again. you would never get tired of him like this, your juices on his lips and chin as he looked at you like you were his god. 

he would argue that you most definitely were. 

he pressed his lips to yours once again, letting you taste yourself on him as you whimpered against his rapid movements, grasping onto his arms for support as you hooked a leg around his waist, your lashes fluttering against your cheeks.

you could feel him hard against your stomach, and you looked down, his robes not doing much to hide his length. 

“see what you do to me?” he said against the shell of your ear, your fingers running up and down his clothed cock, his eyes fluttering shut at the feeling as you continued your motions, enjoying the way he dropped his head in the crook of your neck, “you’re mine.” 

“you flatter me,” you teased, your eyes still a little puffy but you cracked a smile, feeling him puff out a laugh as he shook his head, grasping onto your waist as though that was the only thing that could keep him standing. 

if only his enemies could see him like this; reduced to a mere mess all from your fleeting touch. 

“i’m being honest.” he sucks onto your neck, his nose nudging your jaw as you tug onto his clothing, your fingers grasping onto the sturdy fabric as you push it down, your eyes taking in his physique as he stands naked before you, the two of you finally even. 

“you’re so pretty,” you say, the words tumbling out of your mouth as your eyes rake over his abs, the faint scars that litter his torso, the white hair that leads down to his angry cock that leaks pre all over his stomach.

he snorts, rolling his eyes as he wraps your legs around his hips once again, hoisting your upwards like you weigh nothing as he rested his dick in between your puffy folds, cocking his head as he looked at you through his long lashes. 

“me?” he asks as you giggle softly, nodding as his heart flutters at the sound, “i wish. look at your eyes,” he presses a kiss against your lids, “and your nose,” he kisses the tip of your nose as you try not to laugh even louder, the giddy sound something he hopes the gods could hear so that would envy him and the woman he has in his hands, “and your lips,” he pecks them, “and your smart, smart head,” he presses another kiss against your hairline, balancing your body in his arms, “my beautiful wife.” he finishes, looking back at your flustered figure, proud of his work.

“stop,” you whine, not making any motion to actually stop him, bathing in the endless attention as he tapped his cock head against your clit, your laughs seizing as you look down, forgetting where you were, “you’re such a tease ‘toru.” 

“only because i love you so much,” he said, thrusting up into you as your mouth dropped open into a wanton moan, your head falling back as he took in a sharp breath between his teeth, never getting used to the way you clenched so tightly around him, making it hard to not come in just a matter of seconds. 

“f-fuck,” he moaned, his hot breath hitting your breasts as he dropped his head down to see where the two of you connected, slowly moving his hips as he moved in and out of you, his mushroom tip catching in your fluttering walls as your nails dug into his back, dragging red lines down as he began to rhythmically pound into you, “you’re so fucking tight,”

“mmmh!” you could only whine out, your words slurring in your mouth as you squeezed your eyes shut, the feeling of his dick thumping against you was better than any other feeling in the world, you could barely try to raise your hips up to meet him, but he took care of it for you, his strength never failing to amaze you, “l-love you so much ‘toru, m’sorry for w-what i said!” 

even if he was still caught up over it, he fucked you as if to make you forget about it. 

“my wife,” he’d mutter over and over again, searing the words into fate as he fucked you with so much love that it seeped out of his pores. Sweat caught on his brow and his cupids bow and you ducked down to kiss it away, the salty taste on your lips welcoming back as he feverishly kissed you back, “my wife.”

you loved the way his veins dragged up and down your walls, the rings of your essence and creams that frothed around the base of his cock, the way his thighs clenched as his fingers dug into your ass. 

this was something you knew you could never find anywhere else. gojo satoru was something you could never find anywhere else. 

“say your mine, f-fuck, say it,” he muttered against your skin, “need to hear you say it.” 

“m’yours!” your fingers tugged at his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as he welcomed the sting, “i’m only yours!” 

His eyes rolled back as you continued to flutter against him, his high coming faster than it usually would, but he knew that he couldn’t control it with the way you kept crying out his name in that honeyed tone of yours. 

“shit, i’m ‘gonna cum, cum with me, need to feel you cum around me…” he rambled on, your pussy made him crazy. And you were nodding your head, not knowing how to speak anymore as his hips shuddered, your releases spraying each other as he cummed deep into you, white trickling out from where he had you plugged out as you cried out from the pleasure that washed over your body. 

“you’re so perfect,” he whispered after a couple of seconds passed, and you were still trying to recover from your second orgasm of the night, his words warming your soul as he kissed your cheeks.

you looked up at him, suddenly bashful despite what happened, and he had the audacity to cackle at the sight. 

you were stunning always, but he loved this look the most. the sleepy but pleased look in your eyes as you clung to him, your arms draping from his shoulders as he walked with you connected to him, just as you should be. he loved the little smile that would always litter your lips after sex, knowing that if he were to die now he’d die a happy man.

“come on,” he kept you wrapped around his waist as he kept one hand under your ass and one tightly around his waist, “i’ll let you rest, but i need to get some things to clean you up.” his eyes trailed to the mess he made, trying not to let his cock harden at the white that painted your thighs and seeped out from your pussy, knowing you were too tired for another round. 

“i love you,” you muttered into his neck, pressing a kiss where your lips were and he shuddered. 

he squeezed you tightly to him, not knowing what he’d do if you were to leave. he was a man far gone, you had too much control over him to ever submit to any other king again. you were the only being who could tell him what to do, what to feel, and what to love. 

there’s a beat of silence before he speaks again, “do you want some water?”

you hum in affirmation, your throat sore. “please.”

reluctantly, he untangles himself from you and stands up to get you a glass. he heads toward the kitchen, once he’s out of your sight he exhales deeply, as if he’d been holding his breath since you came home.

your mind drifts, you can’t help but wonder if things somehow got worse since you last checked social media, you look around for your phone but it’s nowhere to be found, so you settle for megumi’s.

weird.

he got a text from kugi a few hours ago. ‘if you don’t tell her today, i will’

tell what? to whom?

you hesitate for a moment before curiosity overcomes you, you unlock his phone to read through his texts with her.

your pulse quickens, a knot forming in your throat. the words seem to blur together, your hands trembling as you piece together the truth. your eyes widen as the realization crashes over you.

it can’t be real.

as you stare, dumbfounded, at the screen, megumi walks through the door “here you-”

“what did you do” your voice is cold, your eyes are piercing through him.

he feels his heart drop, the words are hard to get out “w-what are you talking about?”

“don’t. i saw the texts.” you spit the words out, your tone cutting through the air like a knife.

he shakily puts down the glass on his desk, taking a deep breath before speaking. “i didn’t think- i’m so sorry…”

“you’re sorry??” you get up from the bed, you don’t mean to but you’re already raising your voice. “well, as long as you’re sorry… who cares that the entire world thinks i’m a slut, right?”

his lips tighten into a thin line. “let’s talk about it tomorrow, you’re tired and obviously hungover and- and we’ll both think more clearly after some sleep…” he reaches out, attempting to walk you to your room but you stand your ground.

“no, let’s talk now.” your voice is firm, you cross your arms, waiting for him to speak.

he runs a hand through his hair, trying to find the right words, if there exists any that’ll excuse what he did. he sits down on the bed. “i’m so sorry, i don’t know what crossed my mind. i- i saw you and gojo and i got so angry? it’s blurry i can’t remember clearly, before i knew it, it was done.” as he finishes speaking, he looks up at you, hoping to see you face soften, looking for a hint of understanding in your expression.

“so… it just happened? that’s your explantation? you got mad and now my life is ruined?” he doesn’t respond, his silence a clear admission of guilt and as you speak again your voice cracks “why megumi?”

he sighs, his head in his hands, “fuck.”

that’s not how he thought he would tell you, not how he wanted to tell you. you deserve better than this. when he looks up at you, his are eyes are glistening, tears on the verge of falling. “i- i love you. i’ve loved you for as long as i’ve known you, i’m sure. these past few years, seeing you run around with guys like sukuna, like gojo, who treat you like you’re worth nothing, it drove me crazy.”

your jaw falls slack, it’s everything you’ve wanted to hear, 24 hours too late. you choose to ignore the part where he basically calls you a whore, for now.

“you could’ve just told me.” in a moment of weakness, you cup his cheek, your touch gentle despite the anger boiling under your skin. a few tears fall from his lashes.

“i’m so sorry, please believe me. if i could undo it, i would” he takes a deep breath, his voice breaking. “i tried telling you but you were never available.”

as if you got burned, you pull your hand back. “is that how you see me? not ‘available’? am i an object to you?”

as he wipes his tears, frustration creeps into his tone and he rolls his eyes. “you know that’s not what i meant. and don’t act like you’re so pure.”

“what?” your fists clench at your sides, you want to punch him. you’re pretty sure you’re going to if he doesn’t stop talking.

“look at yourself y/n, your neck is covered in hickeys, you look like a fucking teenager. with gojo? of all people?”

“you wanna talk about my sex life, let’s talk about it.” you’re pacing now, the adrenaline coursing through you makes it hard to contain your rage. “yeah we had sex. cause he has the balls to tell me he likes me.” you pause, your breath coming in sharp, angry gasps. “and you know what? it wasn’t the first time!” you’re looking down on him as you continue, “what are you going to do? tweet it??”

he scoffs, “you’ll really sleep with anyone who gives you the slightest bit of attention. first sukuna, then gojo… are you that insecure? or are you just that easy?” his voice is a harsh, accusatory whisper.

he stands up, pointing his finger at you, his eyes burning with a mix of anger and hurt “who’s next huh? geto? yuta?”

“anyone except you right?” your voice trembles, your eyes are filling with unshed tears yet you can’t help but laugh bitterly. “do you hear yourself right now megumi? and i’m the insecure one?” you push against his chest, hands shaking. his jaw tightens, a muscle twitching in his cheek as he glares down at you.

“you’re so self centered, and such a fucking coward.” the words spill out before you can stop them, before you can think about what you’re actually saying, each one a dagger aimed at his heart. “do you know who you remind me of?” your voice drops to a whisper, laced with venom, you tilt your head up towards his, knowing you’re crossing a line but too blinded by your hurt to care. “you hate him so much but you’re acting just like your father.”

his jaw drops and you can see the pain flash in his eyes. it hits him like a punch to the gut.

deciding you’ve had enough. you turn on your heel to leave, but megumi grabs onto your wrist, his grip desperate despite how hurt he feels. “please, don’t-”

“let me go.” you hiss through gritted teeth, struggling to free yourself, you stumble backward, colliding with his desk chair, knocking it over with a loud crash.

the sudden noise startles you both, making him loosen his grip enough for you to get out of his grasp. the glass he brought earlier drops off the desk and shatters on the ground, shards scattering across the floor. you run off without looking back.

he stands frozen in shock of what just happened. the sound of a door slamming somewhere down the hall brings him back out of his daze. he knows you need time. he knows he’s wrong, knows that he’ll have to find a way to make amends. he’ll never forgive himself if he doesn’t.

too preoccupied by his thoughts, he reaches down to pick up the pieces of the shattered glass, he doesn’t notice the sharp edge until it slices into his palm, “fuck-” he mutters, wincing at the pain as he wraps a shirt around his hand to stop the flow of the blood.

on his way to the bathroom, he walks past your bedroom door, it’s slightly ajar, the crack revealing the emptiness inside. he hesitates, then pushes it open with his uninjured hand.

“y/n?”

the silence is deafening, the drawers are open, half empty, a few lonely hangers lay on the ground. you’re gone, and so is most of your stuff.

he stands there, staring at the mess he made as the blood-soaked shirt drips onto the floor boards below. he swallows thickly, feeling the weight of his mistakes crushing down on him.

[tl:dr : you discover megumi betrayed you, you argue, he confesses his feelings but you're too hurt so you run away.]

fun facts :

blowing smoke by gracie abrams is pretty close to how megumi’s feeling about y/n and gojo

toji was absent in megumi’s life until he died when megumi was in his early teens, toji was an addict and neglected him for most of his life. megumi resents him a lot for it.

maki was a little surprised that y/n went to her and not megumi but she knows y/n will explain why when she's ready

author's note

i’m sorry 😁😁 i promise i do love megumi

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as an aspiring solo artist, you dream of making it big in the music industry. With your talent and unwavering determination, you find yourself entangled in a web of romantic pursuits amidst rumors and betrayal. Will you emerge unscathed and manage to navigate your love life in the chaos of fame?

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