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Looking back on it now, I saw it coming.

For months I could feel the distance between me and Tooru growing. The distance between the two of us. A silly phrase. Not talking about physical distance. But in reference to the to the metaphorical distance... miles apart while his body was pressed against mine.

I tried to ignore it, the subtle difference. The first time I noticed it.

Tooru had dropped onto his side of the bed, rolling away like he did every night, turning towards my side with a sigh. He'd pulled my body comfortably into his like usual, my front pressed to his, my head tucked under his.

I’d pressed my kiss to his throat like I always did and mumbled words sincerely. "I love you, Tooru."

He'd hummed, pressed a kiss to my sweaty forehead and mumbled back. "Love you, baby."

It was impossible to miss the pang that hit my heart in that moment. My brain immediately tried to convince itself that I’d overthought the misspeak in that split second.

When he tilted my head up, pressing another soft kiss to my lips and whispering against them, "care to join me for a shower, my queen?" I was convinced to ignore it. To write is off as an effect of his exertion.

But in the middle of the night, when it was silent and I had nothing but time to think, I’d think of it again.

Had that moment really been the first time? Or had I missed another moment before that?

It was a constant battle of back and forth in my mind. It meant nothing and it meant everything. Both at once.

And then it happened again.

"I'll see you tonight?" His gym bag was thrown on his shoulder as he was headed off to classes and I smiled as he pressed a kiss to my cheek when he passed me in the hall on his way to the door.

"I'll be here." I joked back, knowing that I was in for a full night of catching up on school papers. I called when he reached the door, "I love you!"

"Love you, y/n!" He closed the door before the pang in my chest could fully settle back in.

And again.

"Are you going to be home for dinner tonight?" I called into the front of the house, leaning out of the kitchen just enough to see where Tooru was.

"Practicing late tonight." Tooru replied as he pulled on his shoes at the front door. "Probably shouldn't wait up."

"Okay," it wasn't ideal but it also wasn't unusual for him to practice late and come home after I was asleep, "don't push too hard okay?" He chuckled at the worry in my tone. "Then I love you, goodnight baby."

"Night," he called back as he stood up, "love you too!" He'd left before I could even fully process the hollow feeling settling in my chest and I’d spent the rest of the night convincing myself it meant nothing.

It was unintentional. When it happened the first time. And the second. And the third. Then it was unintentional when I began to count the amount of times he dropped the "I" at the beginning of the phrase. As I noted his refusal to say the whole phrase.

Something in my mind had told me to pay attention. But each time it happened I pushed that little voice down. Chalked it up to my own insecurities. That he probably didn't even realize what he was saying.

The two of us always had the problem of me 'reading into his words too much' as he would say. He never meant them in the ways that I said they could be taken. I refused to bring it up, to push it more. Refused to start a pointless argument just in case I really was only hanging on by a thread.

But I knew. Deep down I knew what it meant. Thinking back now, the subtle change. An indication.

When I was staring at him now, watching him put physical distance between the two of us, not just metaphorical anymore. When I finally heard him put the 'I' back into his statement. I wasn't happy to hear it then.

"I love you, y/n. But I'm done. I can't do it anymore." I. I. I.

I should have known. That night lying in bed with his body against mine. The first time the 'I' was dropped. I should have known what it meant.

The beginning of the end.

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It had been weeks since that night. Weeks of trying to hide our escapades from our friends. Weeks of being dragged into janitor closets and empty classrooms as I walked down the halls of our university. Weeks of sneaking around with Tsukishima Kei.

At first, I had never been more relaxed. I let him fuck out his frustrations on me, always ending up with my own frustrations fucked out of me too. But, this was also the most amount of time I'd ever spend with him and it was making my head spin.

It was incredibly dizzying to see him on a regular basis and not be at each other's throats. Well - technically, it was always our bickering that led to him dragging me into the nearest available space and slamming me against a wall until neither of me could remember the start of the argument.

Degrading words were exchanged between me and Kei even more frequently than usual. The tone always took on a sexual tilt before I could even notice what I was doing.

It was the way that his eyes seemed to linger on me longer that really made me confused. The way he had no shame in being caught with his eyes lingering on my thighs exposed by my uniform skirt riding up when I reached for something or on my chest as I leaned over his desk to give something to a student on the other side of him.

Every time I caught him, my face flooded with heat in the most embarrassing ways.

I was currently making a promise to myself to stop whatever it was that the two of us were doing. To put an end to the lingering touches that were never there before. To how he more often than not sandwiched me between himself and Aiko when we were out now when before he would've sat as far away from me as possible.

I was vowing to put an end to the backseat of his car and empty parking lots in the middle of the night. To the locked janitor closets and the empty classrooms.

To put an end to the confusing relationship that was now Tsukishima Kei.

This wasn't the first time I was making this promise to myself. I was aware of that. But I was trying to convince myself that this would be the last time I made the promise. That it would stick this time.

I needed it to stick this time. Especially with the look the boy in front of me was currently giving me. He wasn't anyone special, just a boy who usually sat a few rows away from me in class.

I'd been asked to pair off in class and like always, Kei went for Tadashi and Aiko aimed to partner with me. However, this time, unlike most, the boy in front of me had stepped between Aiko and myself before we reached each other.

"Any chance you'd like to be my partner, l/n?" His smile was sweet and his ears tinged pink as he asked me the simple question. Light brown hair fell softly to frame his face and his grey eyes were nothing but kindness.

"I," he cleared his throat, "I would really like to have the chance to work with you." Shock radiated through my body and I locked eyes with Aiko over the boy's shoulder who was giving the boy her own betrayed look.

"Oh," I whispered lightly as I fiddled with the ends of my hair. I took a deep breath and let a smile slip onto my face as I went to let him down gently so that I could make my way to Aiko. "I would love to but-" I was quickly cut off by a voice that sounded from behind me.

"She already has a partner. Fuck off." I snapped my head around so quickly I thought I might break my neck. Kei was hovering above me, glaring at the boy.

I glanced over my shoulder back to Tadashi who was already making his way over to Aiko, his head shaking from side to side. I could see the way his shoulders fell in what he could only assume was him sighing in exasperation at his best friend.

"I'm sure Ms. Maki won't mind if I steal Ms. l/n just this once," he tossed a smile over at Aiko and went to step toward her, intent on asking her permission. He was cut off just like I was.

"Actually, l/n is my partner," Kei tilted his head lightly, a sarcastic smile pulling at his lips tightly. "So," the sweet boy looked back to Kei in shock, "like I said," he bent forward a little bit, his face leveling with the boy in front of us both and dropping his smile, "run the fuck along."

The boy rolled his eyes but turned to leave anyway. My tongue poked at the side of my cheek in annoyance but I waited for the boy to be out of earshot before I slowly turned to face the constant source of my irritation.

"Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me." Each word was paired with a sharp shove to his chest - not that it did much to move him, but it did make me feel a little bit better. He was rolling his eyes at my actions as I continued on. "What is your problem?" I was seething, staring up at him in frustration.

I went to shove him again but he caught my wrist just before I made contact. I scowled as he tugged me closer, leaning down to speak lowly to me. "Shove me one more time. I dare you."

"Screw off," I snatched my wrist away and turned to make my way toward Aiko. "Let's go Aiko," I muttered, anger still radiating off of me, "the stupid fucking lamppost is pissing me off again," I raised my voice just loud enough that the insult could be heard by the boy it was meant for. And then I watched in horror as Aiko stayed in place. "Aiko?"

"I think I'm going to partner with Tadashi this time," she smiled brightly at me like she didn't just stab daggers through my entire back. "It might give you and Tsukki a chance to work on your anger issues."

I stood in shock trying to process what she'd said. I hated her. Oh I hated her so much.

"Try not to break my best friend, 'kay Tsukki?" She smiled as she called the tease with a head tilt. Fake sweetness from my conniving best friend.

"I swear, I'm giving that boy from Seijoh college your number," I threatened and saw her face momentarily pale before she waved off my threat, disappearing into the hallway with Tadashi. "I hate them," I growled the sentiment under my breath before turning back to face Kei.

"I'm going to find that boy, you," I jabbed my finger into the center of Kei's chest and went to move past him, "can partner with whoever the hell else in this class."

He chuckled lowly and it sent shivers down my spine when it was partnered by him catching my elbow. "Like hell you'll be his partner," the possessive tone that edged his voice was one I'd been getting used to coming from him. It seeped into my bones and made me freeze in place.

I tried to ignore it. The voice inside of me telling me to shut up and listen to him. Screaming at me to just sit down with him and give him the control he wanted. I gave in to the smaller voice. The one nagging, shoving the other voice into the corner, telling me to tell him-

"Go fuck yourself," I yanked my arm away from him but didn't continue towards the aforementioned boy.

Instead, I spun on my heel and out of the lecture hall doors. My best bet was to find Aiko and beg her to let me partner with her. I heard his steps following after me and I groaned in annoyance.

"What do you want?" I growled it at him, not even bothering to turn my head to him.

Before I could get even one step further down the hall, I was spun and slammed against the wall. A gasp left my mouth as the sting on my back registered.

Kei stood in front of me now, his breath fanning my face as his arms caged me against the wall. "You're not fucking going off to be with someone else," his voice held anger, tinged with something I couldn't put my finger on and for the briefest second, I felt my chest tighten and beg me to give in.

I refused to listen.

Instead, I felt my eyes widen as I frantically glanced up and down the emptying hallway. "Are you fucking crazy!" I whisper-yelled at him, laying both of my palms on his chest to try and shove him away. "Anyone could fucking see us here!"

He wasn't even phased by my pushing as he moved to press his lips to the curve of my ear. "If you fucking care so much, then why are you so turned on?" The deep vibrations of his voice sent shivers down my spine. I hated that he could tell how I was feeling without even touching me.

I opened my mouth, mind set on retaliating, but the words died on my tongue, breathing faltering as I felt his lips graze the base of my ear, tongue poking out to prod at the spot. My palms on his chest quickly turned into fists, gripping his shirt to steady myself. His mouth moved, teeth coming to nip at the sensitive skin under my jaw. A needy whine betrayed me as it slipped through my lips.

He chuckled into my neck. "Pathetic." His hands were quickly removed from the wall. One arm wrapped around my waist, bringing my body flush with mine. His mouth was still adhered to my skin as his other arm guided both of us down to the nearest door - one that I was familiar with.

Kei released me easily, shoving me into the empty classroom. I stumbled slightly but caught myself against the wall before I could fall.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" my senses seemed to return now that his hands and lips weren't on me anymore. I glared at his back as he went about shutting and locking the door.

"I hate listening to your fucking voice." He had turned back to me and crossed the space easily, a large palm coming to cover my mouth as he pinned me back to the wall, lips reattaching to my neck.

my eyes fluttered shut as he sucked harshly on the skin he caught between his teeth. I sucked in a sharp breath through my nose as his other hand lifted one of my legs with a grip on my thigh, bringing it to curl around his body, giving him access to grind his hips into mine.

I let a muffled moan out against his palm and my own hands tangled into his blond hair. He groaned against my skin when I tugged. His hands moved further up my thigh, dragging my skirt with it.

"You think you'd learn your fucking place already," his voice vibrated against my skin, moving as his mouth did to the base of my throat. His teeth pulled lightly at the thin skin before closing his lips to suck at it, intent on leaving a mark.

His fingers dug into my skin harshly, my cheeks, my thighs. He ground his hips deeper to mine and I tried not to moan at the heat and hardness centered in his pants and how it felt against me.

"You act like you don't come running to get fucked by me every chance you can." He nipped again at the sensitive skin he'd just marred, pulling back to admire his work. "Like these bruises on your skin don't mark you as mine." The possessiveness shot straight to my core.

His fingers released my thigh and gently brushed over the newly forming fingerprints mixing with the fading ones that littered my thighs. All from Kei.

In a single motion, his palm left my mouth and wrapped around my other thigh. He lifted me up off the ground and pinned me back against the wall as my legs instinctively wrapped around him.

"Fuck," my breath faltered as his hips slotted against mine better, letting me feel him better through his slacks and the thin fabric of my panties.

Heat pooled into my center, no doubt beginning to soak my panties as his fingers left rough bruises in their paths up and down my thighs and knees. "I fucking hate you."

It was a weak sentiment with the way my nails dug into his biceps, leaving scratches down them. My voice was breathy, shaky, and my head was thrown back against the wall, opening my neck for the assault from his lips and teeth.

Another whiny moan fell from my lips as his bruising grip found its way to my ass. Palms cupped my ass, fingers digging into my inner thighs from behind, pulling so tight that my cunt spread for him.

"Tell me how you hate me," he breathed the words into my ear as more moans fell from my lips, my body begging to have the clothes between us removed, "go on. Get it out again through those little moans," he was condescending, a familiar tone I loathed. It sent another wave of heat rushing through my core as he pulled me away from the wall.

He walked us both over to the nearest desk, splaying my body out for him as he leaned over me and finally connected my lips. His fingers sloppily undid the buttons on my shirt as he kissed me, trying to expose more of my skin.

A moan slipped into the kiss from him as my hand moved from his arm to rub the prominent bulge in his slacks. He was quick to grab both my wrists in a bruising grip and pin them down to my sides. "Keep your fucking hands to yourself." I whined at the command against my lips.

Pathetic. I lectured myself internally only to be distracted as his lips left mine to find my neck again. He trailed down my neck to my collarbone. Wet kisses and small marks left proof of his path as my hips bucked against my will, trying to find the friction he kept out of my reach.

"Fucking hell, Kei," I groaned as he trailed across my chest, bruising up any skin he could. "Not so many marks," my complaint was quickly met with a slap against my inner thigh that made me squeal.

"Shut the fuck up," he enunciated his annoyance with an eye roll before detaching his lips from my skin. He pulled me to sit up on the desk and I watched as he quickly sank to his knees between my thighs with a smirk. "Try telling me you hate me."

His cocky tone made me want to slap him right there. Before I could even lift my hand, he buried his lower face between my thighs. I gasped as his hot tongue pressed to my center through the already damp fabric of my panties.

"Fu-fuck," I stumbled over the curse as I gripped the edge of the table he'd placed me on. His glasses fogged from the heat that pooled between his mouth and my cunt, but I could still see the way his golden eyes kept locked with mine, the ministrations of his lower face hidden by my hiked up skirt. I could feel the vibrations of his laugh against me and as his fingers pulled my underwear to the side for himself. "I fucking - hah!" I cut myself off with a high pitched moan.

His lips expertly found my clit and sucked harshly. My legs tried to clamp shut but were quickly stopped by his fingers gripping my knees, keeping me spread for him. He was, no doubt, leaving more bruises. But with the way he was switching from flicking my clit with his tongue to sucking it between his lips, I couldn't bring myself to think about anything besides making sure the noises I were making didn't get too loud.

"You wanna cum?" He asked it against my core, eyes scrutinizing me through foggy glass as he watched my eyes screw shut, my mouth hanging open as I panted in air.

I wasn't sure if it was my whitening knuckles against the table that gave it away or the way I was failing to stop my hips from grinding against his face. He knew it from the way my thighs clenched, my clit twitching against his lips, my eyelids looking heavier.

I nodded my confirmation anyways, thoughtlessly bobbing my head up and down as I felt him smirk. His mouth slipped ever-so-slightly lower and I felt his tongue dip into my entrance. A long moan was ripped from my lips as one of my hands wound its way back into his hair, tugging desperately.

"Look at me," his command was muffled but I instantly pried my eyes open to try and stare at him.

He made a point to louden the noises he was making, loving the way my cheeks reddened when he did. The sounds of him slurping up all the wetness from me that he could was one of the lewdest sounds I'd ever heard, but I nearly came on the spot just from watching him.

He hiked my skirt up higher so that I could see where his mouth connected with my core, his tongue dipped into me to encourage my wetness into his mouth. He pulled away slightly, keeping eye contact with me, letting me watch as he drooled all the wetness he'd slurped out, right back onto my clit.

The feeling of the wetness sliding along my slit had a needy whimper falling from my mouth. The way he looked at me, held eye contact as my vision flicked between his eyes and where his tongue nearly touched my clit, my juices and his saliva still dripping from it.

"This all for me?" It was a taunt, not a question, but I answered it like one anyways as he reattached his lips to my clit.

"Yesyesyesssss," I slurred them together, my head nodding frantically, blurry eyes focused on how his tongue worked against me, poking out through smirking lips. "Please, please, need t'cum," I whined out my plea, my hand trying to press his face deeper against me.

I was desperate. The heat inside of me was building rapidly, about to explode, my moans pitching up... only for it all to be ripped away as he quickly deprived me of any and all touch.

"What the fuck," irritation seeped through my voice, quick reminders of why I hated him flooding my senses. "I swear to fucki-"

"Shut up," he growled in annoyance, not even fully standing as he shoved me back into a lying position again. He undid his pants quickly, shoving them and his boxers down just enough to free his cock. I didn't get to see it before he pressed it to my entrance. His fingers kept my panties out of the way as he bucked his hips, sliding his cock through my lower lips, coating himself in the combination of my wetness and his saliva.

This stupid little cunt is all mine." He thrust his cock into me as he growled out the last word, possessiveness pushing him to bottom out in a single thrust.

All the air in my chest left quickly as I clamped down around him, whimpering at the stretch of his initial penetration that never seemed to go away, no matter how many times he fucked me.

A low groan left his lips as his hands clamped onto my hips, bruising them as his head fell into the crook of my neck. His hair tickled my ear and his breath fanned across my throat. "Oh fuuuck," he drew it out breathily, voice vibrating against my throat, "still so fucking tight."

I still hadn't caught my breath when he began to set his pace, deep and brutal like always. Starting slow, he drew every sharp gasp out of me that he could. "Fuck, Kei." I let out a high-pitched squeak as a sharp pain spiked through me when he shifted his hips, nudging against my cervix.

He lifted his head to smirk at me, taking in my form fully. "Right here?" Condescending again, he rammed his hips into the same spot again, a small scream leaving my lips as my head fell back onto the desk. "My little slut wanna get fucked hard?" my head nodded before I registered the movement and the chuckle he gave me in response sounded of nothing but danger. "Beg for it baby." He drew himself out fully, leaving only his tip in my cunt as I tried to squeeze around him.

I squirmed at the loss of fullness and a whine ripped from my throat. I abandoned all shame and let my words fall in whimpers. "Please, please Kei. Kei want you to fuck me please."

He laughed at me, his thumb coming up to graze my bottom lip. He pressed down on it, pulled it back a little before letting it pop back in place. My mouth fell open for him.

I continued to beg. "Please wanna cum on your cock, please make me cu-"

He cut me off by sliding two fingers into my mouth, pressing on my tongue. I tilted my head back for him, pushing my tongue out further and let his fingers slide in deeper. My tongue flicked up to lap at the base of his fingers. The second he felt my throat start to close, my gag reflex activating, he slammed his hips back into mine.

I let out a wet sob around his fingers as his pace became brutal. His hips pounded into mine, his tip bullying my cervix as he kept me in place with a grip on my hip. My body shuddered with shocks of pain and pleasure, the two mixing in every nerve.

The two fingers in my mouth spread, pressing down on either side of my tongue. The wet muscle was forced out of my mouth, the tip of it laying across the dip between his knuckles. He curved his fingers down, hooking them into my jaw. He used his grip to tilt my head to him, keeping it in place as drool pooled around his fingers, leaking out the corners of my lips.

"Look how fucking messy my little slut is." I whined at the sound of the possessive word and felt the coil in my core tightening again. "I can feel you fucking tightening up." He groaned at the feeling and it made him pound into me harder.

Squeaks left my throat without consent every time his tip hit against my insides. I was choking sounds out around my own saliva and his fingers, struggling to keep my eyes from rolling back.

"My little slut's cunt feels sooo fucking good." The moan that left his mouth was nearly pornographic as his grip on my hip tightened even more. The sound alone made me moan back in response.

The pain of it all was overwhelmed by the intense pleasure of him pounding into me. I needed to cum so bad. I tried to beg around his fingers but it only came out as garbled words as my vision blurred.

He recognized my struggle and granted me a bit of mercy. He dragged his fingers out of my mouth, pulling my drool with them and wiping it down my chin as he wrapped them around my throat lightly.

"Please, please, fuck, can I cum please," my words slurred as I begged, drool coating my lips as I whined. My head felt light, vision dizzy as I tried to keep a hold of myself.

"You wanna cum on my cock?" The dirty question fell from his lips in a pant as he leaned over me to hit a different angle. I let out a small scream, no longer caring about my noise level as he rammed into me, making me see stars. I nodded frantically, hands gripping his forearms desperately, trying to find something to hold on to, leaving scratches down his skin.

"This slutty little cunt is mine," he growled it in my ear and my whole body felt it as I whimpered. "Say it."

I shook my head, a last act of defiance, trying to remind myself that I hated him. His hand left my throat and his palm connected to my cheek swiftly. I clenched around him at the stinging feeling that spread through my face, pushing me closer to my release.

"Fuckfuckfuck," I cried out, whining at the feeling. "Yours," I whimpered in defeat, my words slurring again. "Yours, Kei. 's yours Kei. All yours. Fuck!"

He pulled my body flush against his, his arm winding around my waist to pin me up, off the table and against him as his thrusts got sloppy.

"Fucking - oh god - that's right," he groaned into my ear and began to suck on my neck again, another mark just under my jaw. "Cum on my fucking cock baby."

I screamed as the permission sent me spiraling over the edge. I whined out curses, words leaving my lips without thought, "'m yours Kei, all yours."

"Such a perfect little-" he cut himself off with a broken moan as he fucked me through my orgasm, my entire body tightening around his. My eyes clenched shut as I tried to stop the scream bubbling at my lips, he kept his on me as he devoured my every twitch, "my perfect little slut."

He groaned and kissed me. He swallowed my scream, his moans mixing with mine as he made a final thrust, pressing his cock inside of me and spilling his release as deep as he could.

my kiss became sloppier as we both came down from my highs. The intent was more to swallow the residual sounds we both made. The last he swallowed was my whimper when he finally pulled out, before he let my body gently back down to the desk.

I stared at the ceiling through watery eyes as I tried to shake the tingly feeling out of my head. Trying to remember why I hated him so much. I could hear the rustling of fabric and I knew it was him silently adjusting his clothes.

I blinked quietly, in shock, as he came to me next, pulling me up slowly. His eyes stayed on his own fingers as they rubbed soft, soothing circles into the bruises that lettered my thighs and hips. He wordlessly tried to ease the ache in my hips as he put them down. Soft actions that spoke against everything that Kei was to me.

I, like him, refused to make eye contact. I chose instead to watch his lithe fingers button my shirt back up for me before dragging me onto my feet. He refused to let go until I was steady again.

The two of us stood there for a second, silent except for the soft panting from both of us trying to catch our breath. The softness of both our motions had become common for this point in our interactions but neither of us had found a way to react to it yet.

"Tsukishima," I broke the silence this time. "Tell me you hate me," I mumbled it softly as his touch left me. I didn't look up, still staring at where his fingers had just been, but I heard him sigh. His footsteps traveled towards the door, away from me. But there was no answer.

I didn't see him again until the next day in class.

He'd left bruises on me where I couldn't possibly even hope to cover them with clothes and they called attention. I was having trouble looking the sweet boy in the eye, the one who came to me at the beginning of class asking if I'd reconsidered his offer to be partners.

I could feel the boy's eyes travel across the marks that had been left by the bond-haired lamppost as I informed him that me and Kei had partnered up. I felt my face heat up when I noticed how his eyes flicked to Kei, his sleeves rolled up to show off the scratches I'd left behind on his arms.

I was having trouble that day with more than just the sweet boy.

I was having trouble remembering why I hated Kei. When his golden eyes seemed to glow behind his glasses as he gave condescending looks. When his lithe fingers gripped his pencil to take notes or when he ran them through his blond hair that was way softer than it had any right to be. When his lips talked so smoothly around sarcastic comments and snarky remarks.

When the nice boy sat down next to Kei, I couldn't help but hold my breath and eavesdrop. "I'm sorry." The nice boy was whispering but I heard him clearly. "I didn't know that you and l/n were a thing."

"We're not," Kei bit back the comment too quickly and my stomach tightened. "She's not even my friend."

And there it was. That was the reason I hated Tsukishima Kei so much. The tightness that quickly spread through my body as he spoke of me with disdain.

As I thought of how his long limbs laid gracefully under his table, he denied us having any sort of connection. The feeling filling my body begged me to drop this circus I was running with him before it ended in my tears.

I needed to call it quits. Either that or find someone to use to rile him up enough that he'd stop with the soft moments. So he would stop giving me those moments of hope that he might have the same thoughts of me that I did of him.

I knew who I could use, and didn't even have to think twice about it. And I knew exactly when to use him. The party that upcoming weekend.

But until then - all I needed to remember…

I fucking hated Tsukishima Kei.

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“What do you think?” I gave a soft giggle and turned around for him, my short skirt barely covering my ass. “Do you like it?”

Koushi stood, staring at me in awe. Mouth hung open and hand still on the handle of the open front door. His work bag hung off his shoulder still, and he blinked a few times to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.

He wasn’t.

His beautiful girlfriend was in front of him clad in a cropped top and the shortest skirt he’d ever seen. My legs were clad in thigh-high socks. And- the door was open. He quickly closed the door to keep any possible prying eyes away from me.

“What are you-” he trailed off, dropping his bag by the door. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me as he moved closer. “Look at you.” His voice was distant, as he ran his hands up my sides, sliding the fabric across my skin. “Where did you get this?”

I giggled again and shook one of my pom poms up by my face. “Dug it out of an old box.” I bit my lip as he marveled at the cheer uniform I wore. “I remember how much you always mentioned you would’ve loved to have cheerleaders back when we were in high school, found my old college uniform, thought I’d treat ya.”

“All for me, huh?” he chuckled as he took a step back, smiling as he took in my whole look.

I smiled as I looked up at him, folding my hands together behind my back-pushing my tits out a little for him. “I just heard how great the vice captain was, I had to see for myself.” My words dripped with syrup as I tempted him to come closer. “You played really great.”

He laughed a little, looking off to the side as his cheeks pinkened before looking back to me. “You really came all the way out here to just see little ol’ me?”

“I don’t know if I’d call you little.” I said dramatically, venturing to run my hand over the muscles of his arm.

“I wouldn’t call me little either.” He chuckled as he put his hand on my hip, rubbing circles with his thumb into my skin.

“You played really great.” I continued stepping towards him. “Just wanted to cheer you on.”

“Yeah,” he mumbled, eyes caught by the way the uniform clung to my skin, “you looked real pretty up in the stands. Kind of distracting.” His fingers trailed up the side of my thigh, under my skirt, eyes devouring the newly exposed skin as he did.

“Any way that I could make it up to you? I didn’t mean to.” I asked innocently, blinking up at him with wide eyes.

“You wanna make it up to me?” He asked, leaning over you slightly as he stepped closer. I nodded up at him. “I can think of something.” Quick to pull me in, his lips crashed against mine, my body forming to his.

The kiss was quick to advance, him stealing my breath as he hooked his fingers under my panties and pulling them down. My hands reached for my top to pull it off for him but he quickly stopped me.

“No, keep it on. My personal cheerleader.” He chuckled, turning me away from him, pinning my back towards his front as he kissed along my neck, hands running up and down my front. My soft pants fueled him to continue, fingers dipping between my thighs. He smiled at the way my legs parted obediently for him.

It was easy for him to slip his fingers inside me. I’d already been soaked waiting for him to come home, to surprise him. I moaned at the simple intrusion, head falling back against him as I let him curve them up into me. I barely even noticed his other hand gathering up my wrists behind my back. Not until his fingers were slipping out of me and he bent me forward.

I gasped at the way I almost fell, Koushi’s strong grip being the only thing that kept me up. “You look so cute in your uniform.” He mumbled, and I shuddered when I felt his cock press between my folds, unceremoniously pushing his tip against my entrance. His  groan filled my ears as he thrust into me.

My eyes rolled when I felt the cold of his belt buckle against my ass. “Fuck, Koushi.” I moaned when I felt his cock stretch me out, head tapping against my deepest spots.

“My pretty little cheerleader.” He chuckled, pulling his hips back to thrust in again.

My breath got caught in my throat. “Oh god.” I moaned, head dropping forward, straining my arms a bit, but I couldn’t care. “Right there please.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, I know.” He continued, pulling out to thrust back in, each time gaining another noise from me, another bounce of my skirt. “You just do what you do best, okay baby?” I whined a bit when I felt his fingers brush against my clit. “Just cheer me on.” He thrust into me again, chuckling when I stuttered out more praise about the spot he hit.

I knew I never wanted to see Oikawa Tooru after the first time. That I never wanted to date him or love him or trust him. I knew that the second I met him.

But he convinced me to ignore that initial decision. He proved himself. Time and time again. Convinced me of his seriousness. Dated me. Made me fall in love with him. Made me trust him.

Looking back now, I should have seen it coming. The end. The inevitable end I'd seen from the very beginning. The one I learned to ignore.

I should have noticed that the way Tooru loved changed after nearly 3 years together. How it stopped being something that he did actively.

There’s a difference, I've learned. Between being loved actively and being loved passively.

Actively loving. Falling in love over and over again. Every action breathing commitment and sincerity. The acknowledgement that you will never in your life stop falling in love with them.

Passively loving. Loving someone, who they are and what they’ve done. Not what they could be and could do. Knowing you will never stop being in love with someone, even when you’ve stopped falling.

Sometimes, without a healthy mix between the two… passively loving someone feels more like a job. That’s what I was sure Tooru felt at the end. That being in love with me felt like a job.

I was sure it’s not what he wanted, not anymore at least, just something that he had to do, to keep up with the promises he'd made, the responsibilities he'd made his own when he stepped into this relationship.

Passive love without active love is like a job. You go in, you complete your tasks and do your chores, follow routines. You give them hugs and kisses, you bring them gifts, you assure them that you’re there no matter what, soothe them when you’re crying.

And god does it feel good for a while, it's fulfilling, a job well-done seeing that you’ve made something better. That you've built a relationship, a beautiful relationship.

But really, truly, nothing feels as good as going home at the end of your day at a job. Not having to have that responsibility anymore.

I suppose that if I was referring to his love feeling like a job, it's only fitting that the signs I ignored leading to the end should have been his two week notice. Even if it wasn't something explicit.

Should have noticed the small things, abbreviations in sentiments. 'Love you' in place of 'I love you.' Things I'd deliberately ignored.

What should have warned me, really, was the argument I had just two weeks before the end.

“Please tell me you won’t be disappointed in me if I can’t do it. If I don’t pass.”

I'd been crying on the floor of my half-packed closet. Trying to pack both his and my things into boxes to prepare for moving apartments. 

The stress was overwhelming me, trying to explain why I couldn't bring myself to finish the biggest exam of my life. The exam I needed to finish, to pass in order to get the job I'd been offered.

The fear of disappointing anyone weighed on me, held me down. A confession I'd just made to him.

"I'm not going to tell you that." He was standing above me and my body seemed to freeze as his voice floated down. "I would be disappointed." His usually soft and playful voice had taken a cold edge. One I'd never heard directed to me, only ever on the court with opponents. He looked annoyed.

I tried to tell myself I was overreacting. Just tough love, I convinced myself.

"What?" I tried to ignore the crack in my voice as I looked up at him. I looked at him, and he couldn't even look at me.

"I would be disappointed. Because you wouldn't have even tried." It felt like the worst thing he could say to me. I wouldn't have even tried. The worst offense in the eyes of Oikawa Tooru. The king of trying and over-trying until he was run down and broken.

"I'm done telling you that I wouldn't be disappointed in you. I would be, because you've had plenty of time to do it. If you fail and don't get this job; yeah, I'll be disappointed in you."

That should have been his two week notice. His resignation. The 'I'm done' that didn't slip past his lips.

I should have known. That's what I kept telling myself now. I'd spent at least a month by the time he left, asking if we were okay. If I needed to help or change or fix anything. He shouldn't have had to tell me, I knew. I knew he would leave. I should have known.

If there was one thing I'd learned from working at minimum wage for the last few years, it was that if people wanna leave, you should let them leave. Making them stay just makes them resent you and the entire situation.

I can't help but wonder if that was what happened with Tooru. If he wanted to leave way before he truly did. If he resented me now.

I'd never ask. Not in a million years. It isn't even really my business anymore. I suppose that I didn't truly need to know why Tooru wanted to go, only that he didn't want to stay.

He had given that unspoken two week notice. The kind you give at a job you know that you'll be leaving. Where you stop doing the maintenance to keep up the appearance. Where you work slower and respond less. Don't pick up the phone when they try to get a hold of you on your day off.

His actual resignation came silently. Like a no-call, no-show to a shift. The kind where your boss has to call and ask 'hey are you coming in today?' only to get your voicemail or your reply that you, in fact, will never be in again.

It came as a pause in the conversation. A 'Tooru, why aren't you replying?'

It came in response to the question I had to ask. A 'are you breaking up with me?'

Only to get silence. Only to get his reply that he, in fact, was done.

God was it infuriating. Like learning my best worker was actually just as flaky as the previous ones. That he wouldn't pick up when I called or answer any texts. That he'd leave silently instead of giving the respect of letting me know.

He made me feel just like a job. All the effort and time I put into trying to be better for him, for my relationship. All of that thrown out the window, disregarded. Overworked. Underpaid.

Yeah, maybe Tooru resented me at the end. Saw me as a job, something to test his patience, to give him more skills that would boost his resume for the next application.

Maybe he stayed to have something where he felt like he did a good thing... that because he worked hard for a while it would make it hurt less.

And his last sentiment. His 'this is the healthiest breakup I've ever had.'

Yeah. That one hurt me too.

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If I would’ve known that letting Aiko convince me to come to our school’s volleyball team’s end of trimester party would end me here - I wouldn’t have come. I would have said no. If I’d have known that I’d end up alone in a room with Tsukishima Kei I would have walked out the second I got here. But here I was. Alone. With one of the people I hated the most. Panting heavily in a post-orgasmic haze. And I was glad that at the beginning of the night, I didn’t know that I’d end up here.

As much as I hated to admit it, he was a fucking sight to see.

Sculpted abs flexing with every movement. Sweat dripping down his perfect, lean muscles. Blond hair damp and mussed without care. And his still hard cock. Fuck. It was fucking gorgeous and glistening with a mix of both his and my cum.

I swallowed hard and met his eyes as he smirked down at me. That stupid fucking condescending smirk that made my skin burn with hatred, and now lust.

"Did you think I was fucking done?" He was inexplicably intimidating from this angle, towering over me. He laughed at my wide-eyed expression and reached to tear off my dress. "What's wrong, slut? No smart remarks this time?"

I groaned and lost my balance on my elbows as he quickly pushed two fingers back into me, watching with sick satisfaction as his cum gushed around them.

I moaned despite myself. "Yeah, I fucking hate you."

The sight of Kei standing between my legs, both of us completely bare of clothes, was something I never thought I’d see. His eyes were trained on the gap he created between my legs, on his fingers that were skillfully pushing into me with a purpose.

“Feeling's mutual,” he muttered as he withdrew his fingers, scooping at some of his cum that had slipped out before pushing it back in as he pressed his fingers right into my g-spot, pulling a stuttered moan from my lips. “But I can admit that this messy little pussy looks so good overflowing with my cum,” he growled, smirk widening as he locked eyes with me.

I whined pathetically as his fingers left me and couldn’t help but let my lips slightly part, drool collecting in the corners of my mouth as my eyes trained on how his fingers looked covered in both of my cum. Ever-observant, Kei didn’t miss the small motion and with a chuckle, he pulled his clean hand up to my jaw.

He pulled my lower lip down with his thumb and quickly pressed his soiled fingers into my mouth, the sudden heaviness on my tongue had my eyes widening. His own eyes watched as my lips instinctually closed around his fingers, a muffled whimper vibrating around them as I pressed my tongue flat against his fingers.

I lapped at the mix of my cum, the mix of tangy and salty sending dizziness through my head and I suddenly wished that I could find myself on my knees before him. To know just how sweet he’d taste like that.

I didn’t have more time to entertain the thought because Kei’s fingers were leaving my mouth just as fast as they entered, an animalistic growl leaving his throat as his hands wrapped around the backs of my knees and jerked me towards him. With my ass barely off the bed, he quickly pushed his cock back into me without warning.

I swore that my breathing stopped for a second, the feeling of him bottoming out pushed every thought out of me. I had thought that maybe the stretch would be less intense since he had just been in me but-

“Fuck, still so fucking tight,” he moaned, pulling out slightly only to slam back into me. A scream fell from my lips as my eyes fluttered shut. “A bitch like you has no - fuck - no right feeling this fucking good.”

High-pitched whines and moans fell from my lips as he picked up his pace, moans slipping from his lips. I felt his grip on my spread knees tighten and suddenly they were being pushed up, further towards my shoulders, allowing his cock to ram into me at a new angle.

The world around me seemed to fade away, I wasn't aware of anything but the small squeals leaving my lips between the curses that couldn’t even really be considered words at that point. My eyes were squeezed shut and I could feel the familiar tightening sensation building in my gut.

I blindly reached to help him hold my legs in place, desperate to curl my hands around something. I could feel the pressure of my forearms against the back of my thighs, nails digging into the skin of the inside of my thighs. What brought my attention back was a harsh shake of my head.

Kei’s hand was wrapped around my jaw, consuming it easily in a single large palm. His fingers were tight on my bottom jaw, shaking my head back and forth. “I’m fucking talking to you slut.”

I blinked rapidly, his smirk coming back into my vision as he looked down at me amused. Had he been talking to me? I didn’t think he had been, hadn’t heard anything over the rapid beat of my heart as he didn’t stop his pounding.

“So fucking dumb you can’t even hear?” he taunted, his fingers rising slightly on my cheeks and pressing unforgivingly into the space between my teeth, forcing my jaw open easily by pinching them together.

The bruising pain of his fingers forced a whimper out of my mouth. “S-sor-sorry.” I whined out, I couldn’t recognize my own voice, slurred from the position of my mouth, a higher pitch than I remember it being. my tongue struggled to move in my mouth, the grip on my jaw and cheeks not allowing it to move into the top half of my mouth. I could feel the tip of it resting on my lower lip, drool beginning to collect there.

He laughed at my fucked out expression and paused his movements, eliciting a whining protest from me. He leaned above me, his mouth hovering above mine and smirked down at me. “How disgusting can you get?”

My eyes widened as I watched him gather the spit in his mouth before opening it and letting it drip off his tongue straight to mine. I squeaked as I felt it hit my tongue. The foreign feeling of someone else’s spit hitting my tongue, hot and easily sliding to the back of my throat, sent a pulse running through my body, my cunt clenching around his cock as my eyelids fluttered.

“You get off on that?” He laughed but picked up his pace again. “Swallow it.” Muffled moans struggled to leave my mouth as I gulped down his saliva the best I could. His eyes focused on how my throat constricted as his saliva disappeared from his sight.

He was hitting such a delicious spot inside of me and I could feel my body tightening. He had released my jaw but my mouth stayed hung open, tongue falling out lightly as I panted out sinful moans trying to remember to breathe.

His hands found their way back to my hips, keeping me in place as he snapped his hips into me roughly. There would no doubt be bruises left by his fingers and his hips, reminders of how I was feeling. My eyes rolled to the back of my head again.

A sting on my cheek and a quick jerk of my head had a gasp leaving my open mouth and my eyes snapped open to look at Kei hovering over me. His hips didn’t falter as his hand held my jaw open and in place again. I realized that the feeling I had just had was him slapping me to draw my attention back up to him.

“You wanna fucking cum?” he grunted out and watched as I desperately nodded my head in his hand. “You know what to do.” His stupid smirk sent shockwaves down to my core forcing the coil inside of me to get impossibly tighter. “Ask me.”

“Caa- aaah cuuuhhh?” It came out jumbled and slurred, the words refusing to form around my pinched cheeks and the drool collecting in my mouth and spilling out the corners.

I let out a scream from the back of my throat as he pounded into me harder with a laugh. “Sorry, I couldn’t catch that,” he mocked. “Did you need something?” I nodded desperately, another scream tearing through my throat.

“leeease-” frustrated tears started to pool in my eyes at my body’s refusal to form the request. “leease- leh- eee cuhh-“ my pathetic attempt was cut off by another squeal as he switched the angle of his hips.

“Oh you want to cum?” The tone was condescending and if I weren’t so desperate for release I would’ve wanted to slap him. Instead, I nodded fervently and let slurred 'yes's run from my mouth. “Well, you should have just asked me, little slut.”

He chuckled but his voice was breathless. He used his grip on my jaw and my hip to pin me into the mattress as he pounded away at my pussy, drawing choked sobs and screams from my throat. “If you want to cum, I want your eyes on me,” he demanded, forcing me to train my eyes on his as they took in every aspect of my messy state. “Now fucking cum for me,” he ordered.

I struggled to focus on keeping him in my sight as my vision started to blur, the okay being given to me to let go. I could feel my eyes beginning to cross as he ran his hand from my hip to close around my throat. The lightheaded sensation as his fingers pressed delightfully against the side of my neck pushed me towards the edge.

I struggled to keep his face in my sight as my mouth fell open even more, a high pitched shriek falling out as his hand on my jaw left only to come down again on my cheek. I felt his hot saliva hit my tongue again, choking on it as a moan tried to claw its way out.

“Kei!” I squealed his name repeatedly, mixing in slurred 'fuck's as I felt the coil snap, my body arching off the bed. His grip on my throat kept me close to him as his hips started to lose their careful rhythm but never faulting in their intensity or pace.

“Fuck,” he growled out, “look at how cute that stupid fucking face you make is.” He groaned and dropped his hands off my face. He dropped to his elbows, situating them above each of my shoulders.

He used the placement of my elbows against my shoulders to pull me into him harder with each thrust as he dropped his face into my neck. “Oh god,” it came out as a broken moan against my skin, hot breath fanning against the sweat gathered there.

I squeezed my eyes shut as I let out another high pitched moan into his ear. “Fuck, Kei!” Tears fell out of my eyes at the overwhelming pleasure lighting every nerve on fire. “S’good, fuck. More please,” I begged desperately, whining every time I heard a moan fall from his lips, vibrating my skin.

“Fuck,” he responded in kind, his lips connecting to the base of my neck, sucking a piece of skin between his teeth. “Y’feel s’good, s’tight ‘round me,” I whimpered at it as he released the skin and slurred his words into my skin. He quickly reattached his lips to another piece of skin and I hiccuped out another cry. “Fuck, gimme another one,” he begged, “cum f’me again.”

I still hadn’t recovered from the last one, but the sound of Kei falling apart above me sent me hurtling over yet another edge. “Fuck, good girl,” he praised through moans, “fuck!” Kei cried out, pressing his hips into me and holding them as he spilled yet another load into me. He held my spasming body tight against him as my walls clenched him hard, begging to keep him inside.

The two of us laid like that for a minute, both panting and trying to catch my breaths. Trying to let my brains catch up to the reality of what we’d just done. He pulled back first, glancing down at my fucked out form as my chest heaved up and down under him.

His thumb swiped at my lower lip collecting some of the drool before he caught himself and winced at the soft action. He quickly removed his hand and helped me lower my legs from where I forgot I had been holding them. His fingers quietly traced the bruises blossoming across my thighs before he sighed and pulled out.

I bit back a whimper at the sudden empty feeling. I felt his grip on my lower back, helping me to stand and I couldn’t do anything but stare at him as he leaned down to pull his pants and boxers back on. I cleared my throat and he glanced at me quickly, an unfamiliar look in his wide eyes.

I opened my mouth to speak but were stopped as he quickly shoved my dress back at me. I let out a short scoff, followed by a gasp and widened eyes as I felt some of his cum slip out and slicken the very tops of my thighs.

I swore I could see him smirk, like he knew what had just happened but chose to ignore it as I pulled my dress over my body again. I went to look for my underwear when the realization crashed over me.

“You fucking asshole,” I growled out, “you ripped my underwear.”

He did laugh then, his usual mocking and incredibly hot irritating laugh. “Did I? Sorry.” He held up the piece of ripped lace and shrugged, not sounding, or looking, sorry at all with that smirk on his lips. He shoved the lace into his pockets and finished pulling his shirt down his abs.

“I swear to-” he crossed the distance between me in two steps and pulled my body tight to his to cut me off. My breath hitched as I looked up at him towering over me again.

“I swear I just fucked that attitude out of you.” I gulped and he smirked as his fingers traced down the expanse of my throat. “Now, we’re going to walk out there, and we’re going to pretend like this," he waved a finger between both of our bodies, "never happened and have a nice night with our friends." My eyes widened at his words but I didn't dare interrupt.

"And you,” he smirked, one hand tilting my jaw to keep my eyes trained on him and the other pulling lightly at the hem of my dress to make sure it covered everything properly, “are going to keep my cum nice and safe inside of you in case you need a reminder when you want to run that slutty little mouth of yours again.” He slipped two fingers into my mouth and pressed down on my tongue. I froze under his touch.

“Understand?” I nodded lightly, wide eyes staring up at him. He released me then, removing his hands completely from my body and taking a small step away. “Good girl,” he cooed at me mockingly and I pushed him, though it did nothing.

I side-stepped him and were suddenly very aware of how shaky my legs were. I bit my lip and braced myself on the wall as I pushed past him. “Fuck you, you stupid lamppost,” I growled as I left the room. He chuckled under his breath and followed me down the hall and towards the backyard where my friends were all gathered by the pool.

“Hey Yamaguchi!” Kei called over me as we both stepped out the door. “Couldn’t find my stupid towels!” My face burned as everyone’s eyes snapped to watch the two of us rejoin the group, feeling like they all knew what we both had just been doing.

I straightened my posture and took my hand off the wall trying to radiate the same confidence I usually did as I took a step out onto the porch, completely forgetting why I had been using the wall in the first place. My shaky legs buckled under me and I nearly fell.

Kei’s arm quickly caught me around my hips, steadying me. His touch lingered as I found my balance on my own. The burning in my face spread down my neck and up to the tips of my ears as I watched the team stare in shock at his hand on my body.

I tightened the muscles in my legs and my embarrassment heightened as I felt how easily my thighs glided across each other with the help of his cum. He hovered next to me as I took the few steps to reach the back of the outdoor couch that currently housed Shouyou and Tadashi. I tried to ignore the whispers coming from Yuu from across the porch as I gripped the back of the couch to steady myself and subtly swatted Kei’s hand away.

“Did you see that! Kei just willingly touched y/n!” I rolled my eyes at how bad Yuu was at whispering as Ryuunosuke quickly hit him upside the head to shut him up.

“Ah,” Tadashi’s hand came up to rub the back of his neck nervously as he looked up between me and Kei, “sorry Tsukki, forgot I moved them. Thought Maki went to tell you,” his voice came out as a squeak and he couldn’t seem to look either of us in the eyes.

I looked over to Aiko with accusation in my eyes. She only shrugged her shoulders, a small smirk playing on her lips. “Ahah,” she laughed lightly, “I thought I did, oops!” She smiled at me playfully and I fixed her with a short glare.

I trained my ears on Shouyou, who was now excitedly calling my nickname. “Y/n/n! Come sit next to me!” He patted the seat next to him, on the other side of him from Tadashi.

I almost moved to him but paused as my thighs rubbed together and I was very aware of the stain that I would leave on the couch if I sat. The stark reminder of what I’d just done with Kei started to drip onto my upper thighs.

“Uh- I’m,” I took a deep breath to steady my voice, “I’m okay, thank you though, Hinata.” I saw Kei smirk from the corner of my eye and I forced myself to not glare at him right there and to stay nice for Shouyou who was still beaming up at me.

“No! C'mon y/n/n! It’s fine! I’ll make more room for you!” He scooted a little closer to Tadashi and smiled wider.

“Really, Hinata, I’m okay.” My face heated up again as I tried to come up with reasons I could give the boy for why I didn’t want to sit next to him without breaking his heart.

It was like a gear clicked into place for Tadashi and I could see the tips of his ears turn red in realization. “Uh, Hinata, leave her alone,” Tadashi whispered in his friend's ear.

“But she looks tired!” Shouyou exclaimed and my eyes widened as Kei tried to stifle a laugh next to me.

“I really feel like standing will keep me awake more, Hinata, but I really appreciate you looking out for me.” I smiled tightly at him.

He opened his mouth to ask again but Tadashi tugged on the sleeve of his shirt. “Hinata, please,” Tadashi begged, his voice soft and his face turning bright red at his assumed knowledge.

Then Aiko did the one and only thing that I would thank her for tonight. She swooped in and plopped down in the seat next to Hinata. “It’s okay Hinata, I’ll sit next to you,” she smiled at him sweetly and slung her arm over him before her face lit up. “Hey! Weren’t we gonna go swimming!?” She exclaimed before pulling up a, now, re-excited Shouyou and dragging him off towards the water.

Tadashi sheepishly followed after, leaving me and Kei alone again, leaning against the chairs. He let out a light chuckle at my red face and I clenched my jaw, refusing to look at him.

“What the fuck do you think you’re laughing at?” I growled out at him and his smirk only deepened.

“I feel like standing,” he mocked me in a higher pitch, following it with a scoff. “You’re pathetic shrimp. Please, acting like you could even stand on my own right now. Like my legs aren’t still shaking under you.” He taunted me and I ground my teeth together. He wasn’t wrong but that didn’t mean it didn’t piss me off.

“Listen you fucking idiotic lamppost-” I seethed through my teeth. “I dont fucking know who you think you are getting off on talking to me like-“ I got cut off with a gasp. I quickly bit my lip to hide the noise as I felt his fingers brush between my upper thighs.

“Didn’t I just put you in your fucking place, slut?” he whispered, just low enough that I could hear and no one else as his long fingers collected some of his cum that had dripped out of me. “Do you need a reminder already?” I let out a low whimper as he pushed his cum back into me, pressing his fingers immediately into my most sensitive places.

“It’s okay,” he taunted, “you keep fighting with me all night, so they don’t know,” he chuckled as my grip on the couch in front of me tightened, my wide eyes trailing my friends and begging none of them could see what was happening behind the couch, “I’ll be here to remind you of your place - under me and begging for more.” He moved his fingers slowly, like he was in no rush, clearly unbothered by the publicity of it all, he knew no one would see, “Begging to cum on my cock.”

“I still fucking hate you,” I gritted out between my teeth but almost whined in protest as he drew his fingers out of me, wiping most of my mixed cum on my upper thigh.

“Good,” he smirked as he drew his fingers up to his lips. He casually licked them clean, locking eyes with me as he did. I squeezed my thighs together and felt a whimper tear through my throat involuntarily. “I still fucking hate you too.”

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“You did remember to move the towels, right Yams?” Aiko whispered as she barely contained her giggles.

“I don’t keep towels in the guest room, Maki,” Tadashi whispered back, feeling slightly bad that he was setting up his best friend like this. “Tsukki is going to kill me if he finds out what I’m doing with you.”

Aiko laughed and shook her head, “they’ll only kill us if it doesn’t work.” She quickly stepped in front of Shouyou and Yuu as they started bounding down the hallway. “Where do you think you’re going?” She asked, refusing to let them pass.

“To help y/n and Suckyshima,” Shouyou answered proudly.

“Yeah they’re all alone in there!” Yuu exclaimed. “They’re gonna kill each other.”

“There’s no towels in there, are there?” Koushi asked with a laugh from behind the two shorter boys. Tadashi’s face reddened, he opened his mouth to answer but was cut off as a high pitched scream came from behind the door.

The faces of Aiko, Tadashi, and Koushi all turned a deep shade of red at the noise. Shouyou and Yuu, however leapt for the door, each was quickly caught by Tadashi and Koushi, refusing to let them get any closer. “THAT SOUNDED LIKE SHE GOT HURT!” Shouyou yelled, struggling.

“Let us help our precious y/n!” Nishinoya shouted in unison.

“I promise you guys,” Aiko patted both of the boys’ shoulders, “she’s just fine in there.” The smirk on her face told them everything they needed to know and she laughed as both of the boys’ faces slowly heated up to match the shade of Shouyou’s hair. Small little “oh”s fell from their mouths as their bodies went slack.

“Let’s all go outside, yeah?” Koushi started to push the group away from the door and to move the party where they could hear, less clearly.

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I sighed as I fiddled with the handles to the plastic basket in my hands, squinting from the shock the fluorescent lights put on my eyes after coming in from the overcast skies that were ruling the outside this afternoon. I didn’t even know where to start the shopping. Didn’t even know what to get. Then again, really it was up to my companion to decide what to get. My companion who was… already wandering off without me.

I groaned, glancing at the ceiling in small annoyance and immediately regretting exposing my eyes even more to the assault of the lights. I nearly had to jog to catch up to the red head, his lanky legs taking him much faster to the aisles than mine could have managed to move while still looking like I had a lazy pace. That was one thing to hate about Satori, sometimes he could make even the most mundane things look effortless.

Satori couldn’t help but let out a small amused smile when I appeared at his side, huffing a little bit at him. He thought I was cute like this, honestly. Dressed down, because I was supposed to be having a lazy day when he dragged me out. I was still in sweats, one of his oversized hoodies thrown over my t-shirt. I had sworn I wasn’t going to be cold, but when I met Satori outside of the store, shivering, he had insisted that I take the extra jacket from his car. So here I was, in his oversized jacket and stretching to reach the top shelf for the item I was trying to get for my own home.

He scrunched up his face a little bit as he watched me, however, and broke the silence as I settled back next to him, my arm winding into his. “Isn't this... a little weird?” I looked up at him with a tilted head, waiting for him to continue. “I don’t know, doing something so domestic together, like we’re a couple.”

I snorted out a soft laugh, nodding my head in agreement. “It's extremely weird.”

Satori sighed and shrugged lightly. “People usually only do the fake relationship thing in front of those they’re trying to fool.” he mused, scrolling through a list on his phone so that he could direct the two of us toward the correct aisle.

“And friends with benefits don’t usually pretend to date to placate their families.” I shot back with raised eyebrows. I was referring to the way that the two of us had been (for the past two weeks) convincing his family that I was a couple so his parents would stop asking when he was going to bring home a girlfriend.

Satori let out a loud laugh. His head fell back a little and his eyes squinted and I couldn’t help but feel a little proud that I was the reason for it. “Yeah I guess you got me there.” It had been his idea, something he’d brought up in the post haze of one of their escapades in the backseat of his car. He’d joked that he could just tell his parents that he was dating me, they knew me enough, someone that had frequented Satori’s life for years now. It was also this bright idea that brought the two of us to where we were now. Shopping for food to bring to his parents’ house for dinner tonight.

I was terrified for this dinner, if I was being completely honest. It’s not like I hadn’t met his parents before, but to sit down at a proper dinner with them, posing to be their son’s girlfriend. Now that, I hadn’t done before. A proper dinner… I froze. Was this supposed to be formal? Was I supposed to get dressed up? “You know, this dinner. Should I-”

Satori cut me off quickly, with a finger held up asking me to pause. I was about to snap in irritation but my eyes followed his to where there was a little kid jumping to try and reach something off the shelf. “Hey little guy.” Satori easily unwound his arm from mine and stepped towards the boy, crouching to be closer to his height.

The little kid had stopped jumping and was now looking up at Satori with wide eyes, clearly nervous. “Hi.” His voice was small and I smiled a little bit at how cute he was, wringing his hands together as he looked up at the box of sweets on the shelf that he couldn’t quite reach.

Satori was quick to smile at the young boy. “Do you need some help with that?” He nodded up to the box and the little boy paused for a second, looking up longingly at the box before looking back to Satori and nodding softly. “Yeah? Want me to help you out?” Satori opened his arms a bit and waved the little boy forward. The little boy took a step forward and watched Satori’s arm wrap around his waist. “Alright here you go.” I watched as the boy giggled when Satori lifted him high into the air before settling him at the right height to grab at the box of sweets.

The little kid looked really proud of himself when the box settled in his hands and looked up at Satori with a bright smile. “Mister?” Satori hummed in acknowledgement as he watched the little boy get a little more confident in his own voice. “You’re really tall.” I couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at the confused look that painted its way across Satori’s face. It was cute, watching him be so sweet with the young child, warmed me up a little bit. “I wanna be as tall as you are!”

Satori laughed loudly before calming down a little bit with a small smile. “Well, wanna know a secret?” The little boy nodded excitedly and Satori leaned closer to talk. “If you,” Satori finished his instructions in the boy’s ear and I silently cursed myself for not standing closer so that I could have heard what he said. “You got it?” Satori asked as he leaned back.

The kid nodded his determined confirmation and it made a little laugh bubble out of me as Satori set the kid back on the ground. “Can I tell you a secret now?” The boy asked and when Satori nodded the kid rushed to cup his hands around Satori’s ear to spill the words out.

I was a little concerned when both the boys turned to look at me. My eyebrows scrunched together as I looked at them but Satori didn’t address it. He simply smiled and turned back to the little boy. “Yeah she is, isn’t she.” Satori ruffled the little boy’s hair slightly and stood back up to his full height. “Hey now, you gotta run back to your parents now before they get too worried okay?”

The little kid nodded excitedly, bouncing on his feet now. “Bye!” He called over his shoulder as he took off down the aisle.

I was still smiling when Satori walked back over to me, a giddy little grin at how adorable Satori had been. “Well I guess it’s true what they say, huh?”

I tilted my head up at him in confusion as he lifted the basket out of my hands, looking back at his list. “What do you mean?”

Satori laughed a bit, shooting a wink at me before turning away. "The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids."

My jaw dropped in astonishment, left again stuck in place as his long legs carried him down the aisle. I snapped myself out of it and groaned again, rushing forward to catch up. “Don’t get all cocky on me now, Satori. I’ll have to put ya in your place.”

My breath hitched when I felt the cold metal of Satori’s car press into the warm skin of my back. I was just out of sight, pressed between him and his vehicle. His hands were wandering, pressing up the fabric of his jacket on my frame to expose more skin to his fingers. His thumbs were pressed into the front of my ribs, brushing along the lining of my bra, his grip pinning my body as he leaned further into me. I whined when his lips left mine and trailed down to my jaw. “Satori.” His name fell from my lips like a sigh, breathily floating into the air between us two. His lips sucked a small mark into the soft skin by my ear as he hummed his response. “Satori.” I whined again when his teeth nipped at my skin and my nails scraped against the sliver of skin exposed on his lower back from his bending over my form.

“What is it, precious?” Satori mumbled against the skin of my neck, lips trailing to my jugular, sucking marks that claim I as his own along the way. I let out a soft moan when his hands grasped for more contact with my skin, pulling my body into his more.

"Can we just call off dinner with your parents and screw instead?" I mumbled without thinking, head dropped back to the car.

Satori’s face appeared in my sight again with a smirk on his lips. His eyes were half closed, narrowed in on the way I pulled my bottom teeth between my lips as I looked at him. "Yeah.” He breathed, tongue flicking out to wet his lips as he brought them to mine. I whined into his mouth, one of my hands trailing to his hip. My thumb grazed the dip of his v-line, grazing the sensitive skin and he rewarded me with a quiet moan against my lips. “Oh fuck.” He mumbled, pulling away lightly before he got too carried away with me. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea." He was nodding along with his words, but I could see his eyes wandering down my body even if it was largely hidden from him.

I took the initiative to remove myself from between his body and the car and stepped towards my own. “Follow me home?”

I laughed into Satori’s lips and pulled away to unlock and open my front door. I stepped inside and kicked my shoes off to the side, watching as he did the same. “So,” I drew out the word as I smiled, backing away from him and further into my home as he shut the door, “lovely weather we’re having tonight?” I tried and failed to stop the soft laugh that came out of my lips when I watched Satori shake his head at me.

"I'm not here for small talk.” The small smile on his lips gave away his amusement in me as he closed the distance between us. Just a few steps making the distance seem small.

I laughed more, tilting my head at him in faux confusion. “No? I thought you-” I let out a small squeak as his arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.

Satori shook his head and leaned his face close to mine, backing me closer to my room. “I'm here to fuck your brains out." My eyes dropped down to the way his lips formed his words, the heat in my core encompassing my entire torso and spreading further, down my thighs and up my chest.

“Well when you put it like that?” I tried to steady my voice but couldn’t help the way it wavered when my back hit the door to my room.

“Stop talking.” I could hear the laugh Satori was holding back in his voice as his free hand opened my door. His lips were on mine then, walking me back to my bed, eyes closed, knowing the way by heart. My hands tried to come to his waistband but he was quick to catch them to stop me. He hummed as he watched my confusion grow when he gently pushed me to the bed. “No, let me just touch you.”

I watched him with parted lips as he kneeled in front of me. His hands were large against my hips as he pulled them closer to the edge, closer to him. His hands pushed his-my jacket up and let it pool around my waist as he moved his mouth to kiss lazily against the skin of my hips just above my pants. I whined lightly and squirmed when he chuckled against my skin, his breath tickling me slightly. He shushed me playfully, his fingers easily dragging my pants and underwear down in a single move.

I sucked a sharp breath in through my teeth as the cold air hit my core. He huffed a small laugh when I tried to shut my legs only for his hands on my thighs to keep them pried open. I shifted for a moment, eyes squeezing shut when he didn’t move to do anything. “Sa-ahhh.” My complaint in the form of his name was cut short as he pressed his tongue to my clit, flattening the muscle and dragging it up. My hands wound into his hair, back arching slightly when he repeated the motion slowly. “Satori.” I moaned his name out, encouraging his continued attention.

He pulled back slightly and I could only imagine the smirk on his face, not having the guts to look down and make eye contact. “Name sounds pretty comin’ out of your lips like that.” He mumbled, licking my inner thigh and admiring the way I twitched from it. “Say it again for me?”

I opened my mouth to comply but was cut off by my own moan again as his tongue pressed lower against my opening. “Ahhhh.” I gasped when he dipped his tongue inside, tilting his head so his nose bumped against my clit when he licked inside of me. “Fuck,” I breathed, hands tightening in his hair. “‘Tori.” His name on my lips was more of a whine than an actual word, my moans and hands encouraging to bury his face more between my thighs.

Satori continued his motions, constant stimulation from his lips and tongue as he drew me closer and closer to where he wanted me. It wasn’t until he felt my thighs start to clench that he drew away just enough to speak, the vibrations of his voice causing my hips to buck. “C’mon precious, want you to cum on my tongue for me, yeah?”

I whimpered at the thought of it. “Yes, yes, fuck.” I could feel myself getting closer and Satori only encouraged me with his motions, his fingers tensing on my thighs as he held me there. “Gon’ gonna cum.” I mumbled, my abdomen clenching up as he pulled me more into his mouth, keeping me in place as he pushed me over my edge.

Satori chuckled as he watched my chest heave up and down, my breathing uneven as he kissed the inside of one thigh before the other. “You okay up there?” He mumbled, breath fanning against my hip as he adjusted his grip on me.

“Yeah-hey!” I shrieked slightly when his tongue pressed against my clit again, the sensitive bundle twitching a bit. “Ah-wait.” I tried to sit up but quickly fell back against the bed when he pushed his tongue into me again. I tried to speak through my pants and breathy moans but it took a few tries. "Don't you want to get off too?"

Satori hummed against my core. “I will. Eventually.” He mumbled against my skin, tongue laying flat against my clit again immediately after.

“Oh god.” I mumbled, hands fisting up in his hair as I whined.

“The goal is to make you break tonight, though.” Satori confessed, pulling away just enough to his teeth could nip softly at the soft skin of my hip, leaning up just enough so that I could see him when I lifted my head from the mattress. “Wanna see you all cute and whiny for me.”

My eyes rolled slightly when his fingers brushed over my clit and my hips tried to twitch away from him. “Fuck, Satori, god.”

Satori laughed, a smirk evident in his voice as he spoke. “It’s okay to break."

I clenched my teeth and fought the whine begging to leave my throat. "I’m not going to break." Satori’s smirk widened into a grin. That was a full challenge from me, the way he saw it.

I gasped as Satori hummed against my overstimulated skin. "How many times have I made you cum already?" His tone was teasing, his hands smoothing over my thighs and up to my hips. He smiled when I didn’t respond, pressing his lips to the bare skin just under my breasts. His jacket had been pried off my body long ago, and he couldn’t help but admire how he’d rendered me. My skin was covered in sweat, pieces of my hair sticking to my wet cheeks. Tears were still falling from my eyes as I struggled to keep my wits about me under his assault. “Hey, precious, you still with me?” He asked and appeared above me, a blurry figure in my sight.

I nodded eagerly, hands clawing to find purchase somewhere on his body. “Tori.” I whined, drawing out the last vowel and trying to pull him closer.

Satori smirked above me, his thumb playing with my lower lip as he watched my glossy eyes. “You want more?” He asked and I nodded my head up at him mindlessly. “I don’t know, precious.” He teased even though he had no intention of stopping, already lining himself up with my entrance.

I whined again in protest. "You're not going to break me, I promise." My words were mumbled and slurred but I was sure I was making my point, pouting up at him like I was now, just desperate to feel him more.

Satori laughed lightly. “I’m not?” I shook my head no, the words meaning to promise him he wouldn’t dying on my lips when he slowly pressed his length into me. “Well, trust me precious,” he groaned as he seated himself fully inside of me, his head falling into the crook of my neck, forcing himself to take a few deep breaths to calm himself down. Satori groaned into my skin as he bucked his hips into me drawing a loud moan from my lips. “I plan to try.”

I squinted at the bright morning light filtering through my half-open curtains and groaned at the assault on my eyes. I went to turn away from the window and was suddenly very aware of the weight across my torso. I blinked a few times, staring at the arm around my waist. My brain took a second to catch up to my surroundings, foggily trying to figure out who could be there. “Satori?” I mumbled and turned over toward the source of heat behind me. I struggled slightly but were greeted by the pretty sight of Satori’s half asleep form. His hair was falling into his half-closed eyes, messy waves that stuck up a bit in random places. My lips pulled into a small smile as I watched him look at me softly. “You’re still here.”

Satori lifted the arm from around me, brushing my hair out of my face as he looked at me. "Being half-asleep is a very good look on you." He chuckled softly and his voice sounded heavy with sleep, scratchy still.

I chuckled a bit, my body instinctively drawing closer to his warmth in my sleepy state. “You’re not too terrible looking this early either.” I pressed my lips to the base of his throat and felt his lips press to the crown of my head. It was an action that neither of us would have thought to perform outside of the moment I was in, but my half-asleep state encouraged me to nuzzle into his touch further. I hummed my content before pulling back and glancing up at him. His eyes were focused on how his fingers brushed against my cheek. “Pretty cute actually.”

Satori’s lips pulled into a small smirk. “Yeah?” He teased slightly, dragging my body closer to his.

I couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. “Yeah.” I nodded lightly, letting him dip his face closer to mine.

“I don’t think I was supposed to stay the night.” He whispered, staring down at me. I watched a small bit of sadness invade the red of his eyes, circling them easily. He was right. I knew that.

“Not really a fake dating, friends with benefits thing to do.” I breathed a pathetic excuse for a laugh, feeling the sadness infect me too. It crawled into my lungs, squeezed my esophagus. And yet, I was still being drawn closer to him.

“What a title we’ve got there.” Satori’s lips pressed softly against mine, a hand coming up to cup the back of my head as my hands pressed themselves to his jaw.

I pulled back barely, just enough to be able to speak. "I think we both need a therapist to figure out whatever the hell this is." My lips brushed against his as I spoke, my eyes shut softly, refusing to look at him. "It's getting to my head." It was my confession, a small morning weakness. He’d never spent the night before, but having him here, in my bed, I could no longer keep my feelings separate from my actions. I pressed my lips back to his and almost fooled myself into thinking he was holding me tighter now. It took every ounce of my willpower to pull myself from his lips, realization of what I was doing dawning on me as I rushed to detangle myself from him. “You should probably go.”

I was standing now, a step away from the bed. Satori was blinking up at me in shock. He’d had me in his arms just a second ago and now I had put distance between the two of us, like his touch had burned. He cleared his throat, taking his cue that it was time for him to go while he still held a fraction of his dignity. “I have work.” It was true, yes, but both of us knew it was also his excuse. His way to permit him to leave quickly.

I shook my head, eyes raking my own form, his t-shirt from yesterday across my body with nothing else. I glared slightly at it, it wasn’t something I should have been wearing. “You shouldn’t have stayed.” I mumbled, staring at my own feet as I heard him move around my room, collecting his things.

“I know.” Satori’s voice was quiet, compared to the boisterous nature I was used to from him. It was unsettling. It felt like a knife in my heart. This needed to end.

“I’ll see you later Satori.” That was what I'd settled for. I would call him later, tell him that the arrangement the two of me had been having needed to stop.

Satori’s movements stopped for a long moment, just a beat longer than what was comfortable. “Yeah, later.” He sighed as he moved for the door. He’d opened the door and stepped into my hall. He was almost out when he made the mistake of glancing back. The mistake of seeing me there, in nothing but his shirt. Standing there still half-awake, still messy from my sleep. And as beautiful as he’d ever seen me. "Great. Perfect. Nice. Fuck this." He groaned and stepped back in the room.

I finally looked up at him, eyebrows scrunching together as I watched him make his way back to me, dropping his things along the way. “What are you doing?”

“This is stupid.” Satori said as he came to stand in front of me again, lifting my chin so I could properly look at him. “I love you and I think you love me too.” That was his confession, a small morning weakness. “If I’m wrong you can kick me out.” He looked down at me hopefully, his eyes flicking back and forth across my face, begging for an answer. Begging for a confirmation from my lips.

I paused for a long moment, just a beat longer than what was comfortable. Long enough for doubt to creep up into Satori’s throat. “You’re not.” I whispered, watching all the stress wash from his body with the sound of the two words. “I think I do.”

“I love you.” Satori said, much more conviction behind his words this time as he pressed his lips to mine.

My arms wound around his neck on instinct, pulling him closer until I needed to pull away for a proper breath of air. “Good. A boyfriend should love his girl.”

I watched as Satori’s face lit up at my words. “Yeah? Boyfriend?” I smiled and nodded along, biting my lips out of nervousness, hoping he would take it. He laughed a bit, dipping down to kiss my cheek quickly, pulling my own laugh from my lips. “My girl.” He mumbled into my cheek. I could feel his smile against my skin. My laugh turned quickly into a gasp as his hands slipped down to grab my ass under his shirt, pulling my hips against him. “My precious girl.” He mumbled into my skin, his lips making their way to my neck.

I swatted at his hands half-heartedly but felt my eyes flutter shut as I weakly protested. “You have work, Satori.”

“Yeah.” Satori mumbled, pulling back slightly to admire the mark he left on my skin, matching those from the day before. His official claim on me. I shrieked slightly as he suddenly lifted me off the ground, a cheshire grin on his lips as he took the few steps he needed to to bring us both back to the bed. "And I'm gonna be so late but the thought of not tasting you right this very second might just kill me.

“Stop smiling.” I mumbled as I pointedly looked away from the boy in front of me, determined to keep my eyes on my notebook instead.

Tetsuro’s smile shifted into a signature smirk as he leaned on the table between the two of us. “Why?” His voice lulled, mocking me playfully.

I scoffed at the smugness that emanated from him and rolled my eyes slightly. “It does things to me that I’d rather not talk about.”

“Yeah? Like what?” He let out a soft chuckle and tried to tip his head into my eye line, looking to anyone else (and perhaps myself as well) like an idiot. “Why don’t you wanna talk about it?” He was teasing, acting like he knew something more than anyone else at the table.

I sighed deeply and glanced up to him easily. Propping my head up in the heel of one of my hands, I spoke lazily at him. “Like make me wanna murder you, but if I talk about it then it’s called premeditation and I’ll get more time for that.” I let an easy smirk cross my lips as Kenma’s shoulders shook in silent laughter from his spot next to Tetsuro.

Tetsuro did not find it as funny. “Y/n!” He exclaimed, eyes widening and jaw dropping. “How could you wanna murder your best friend?” He stopped leaning on the table and threw his hands up in an exaggerated gesture towards his face. “Look at me! I’m adorable.”

I raised my eyebrows and quickly glanced up and down his frame before looking over at Kenma, my brows still raised. A small smirk graced my lips as I tilted my head, trying to hold back a laugh as I locked eyes with the quiet boy.

“Hey! Don’t look at him like that!” Tetsuro cried, glancing between me and Kenma quickly.

Kenma flicked his eyes over to Tetsuro for just a second before bringing them back to me. Kenma widened his eyes a bit with raised brows, glancing away from Tetsuro for just a moment before giving me a small smirk.

“That’s not fair.” Tetsuro’s complaint was spurred by my non-verbal response to Kenma of an amused nod and half smile on my lips. Tetsuro huffed, crossing his arms and leaning back in his chair with a small pout on his lips. “You guys are so mean it’s like you’ve got your own little silent language.”

My lazy smirk turned into a full smile then and I drew my attention away from Kenma. “We just work at a higher intelligence level than you, Tetsu,” I teased, trying to hold in the laugh that I desperately wanted to let out. Kenma didn’t hold back as much as I and let out a short laugh at his best friend’s flustered state.

Tetsuro groaned and shook his head. Putting his hands flat on the table, he used the positioning to support himself as he stood up. “I hate you both.” He tried to say it with a sense of finality but the small uptick of one of the corners of his lips gave away that he wasn’t as upset as he was pretending to be. “I’m getting coffee.” He declared as he turned on his heel and stalked off to the counter of the coffee shop.

“He’s such a drama queen,” I joked to Kenma as I watched Tetsurou reach the corner. I smiled as I watched him try to lean casually on the counter to chat with the barista, the little slip of his hand on the counter causing him to almost fall before he balanced himself. “And such a dork,” I let out a soft laugh, pulling my lip between my teeth as I watched him.

“You know, eventually, if you don’t tell him, I will,” Kenma mused, watching me carefully as I watched my other friend.

I snapped my attention back to Kenma in shock and shook my head lightly, confused as to what he was talking about. “Tell him what? I don’t know what you’re-”

Kenma sighed and gave me a deadpan look, the one he got when things dragged on for too long and he was ready to get to the end of it. “He loves you too, you know?”

I froze. “What?” The implications of the word ‘too’ processing slowly. The implication that Kenma not only knew about the way I truly felt for Tetsuro, but that he also believed Tetsuro loved me back.

Kenma sighed and glanced over to where my attention previously was, on where Tetsuro was tapping on his phone, waiting for his coffee at the counter. “He’s just afraid of admitting it,” he concluded, his attention coming back to me just as quickly as it had strayed.

“How do you know?” I asked quietly, hope filling my body. Kenma wouldn’t lie about something like this, I knew that. He didn’t really lie about anything. I glanced over at Tetsuro and couldn’t help the funny feeling bubbling inside of me as I did.

Kenma shook his head in mock disappointment, but didn’t try to hide the small smile playing across his lips at his correct guess about my feelings. “He stares at you every time you look away.”

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Kenma’s words sat heavy in my mind for the rest of the day. My brain spending an agonizing amount of time to try and recount any time that Tetsuro might have given the impression that he had feelings for me beyond platonic. I had been notably quieter when he’d returned to the table and had even excused myself from the hang out before the sun set, which was unusual for me to tap out of socialization before Kenma did. There was just too much on my mind this time, too much I was trying to process.

I had been laying in bed for hours now, staring at the ceiling as the tv played in the background, some show on it forgotten long ago. The sound of my phone ringing caught my attention and I grabbed it quickly, hitting the answer button and pressing it to my ear. I opened my mouth to greet the line but were clearly too slow on the draw.

“Are you busy?” Tetsuro’s voice slid through the speaker on my phone and I squinted my eyes in confusion, sitting up in bed.

I pulled my phone away from my ear to check the time before bringing it back. I let out a soft scoff at the time as I responded, “it’s like midnight, Tetsu.”

“Okay.” I could almost hear his eyes roll through the phone. “So is that a no?” He asked after a moment.

I sighed and looked back up at the ceiling of my room. “No, dummy, I am not busy right now,” I sassed as I went to search for the remote, hoping to flip through channels for another show to actually watch this time.

“Could I come over and talk to you?”

My fingers dropped their grip around the remote and I glanced over towards the direction of my front door. “Right now? Did you not just hear me say that it was the middle of the night,” my tone reeked of exasperation as I tried to wrap my head around why he would possibly want to come over right then.

Tetsuro sighed on the other side of the phone. “Are you going to let me in or not?”

I opened my mouth to question him again but my thoughts were interrupted by a knock sounding from the other room.

It only took a few seconds for the dots to connect for me. I hung up the phone and rushed out of my room to the door, pulling it open quickly.

“Are you crazy!” I exclaimed as I looked at the boy standing outside my door. He was casually clad in a zip-up and a pair of joggers, looking like he was going to freeze any second. His messy hair was pushed out of his face, like he’d been running his hands through it. “What are you doing here?”

He tilted his head to the side, his hands burrowing further into his pockets as he slapped a nervous smile on his face. “What if I told you I was just insanely bored and needed to see you?”

I narrowed my eyes at him and blocked the entrance to my home a little more. “I’d call you clinically insane and leave you out on the street like the feral cat that you are.”

His jaw dropped as a look of mild offense crossed his face. “Come on, let me in! Its freezing out here!” He whined but I gave him a look to show how unimpressed I was. “Please?” He put on a small pout and I groaned at my own weakness. I stepped aside and waved him inside.

“An angel, really,” he teased as he stepped past me easily, slipping off his shoes and placing them to the side with mine.

I rolled my eyes as I shut my door. I turned and crossed my arms, leaning back against my door as I watched him exhale hot air onto his cold hands and then rub them together. “Don’t try to flatter me now,” I teased. “I’m mad at you.” Him and his crazy random dropping by when I’d already been thinking about him.

He laughed lightly, genuine smile popping onto his lips. “Again?” His eyes seemed to twinkle with mischievous energy. “Forgive me with a kiss?” He joked, but I saw it as an opening to address what I’d been thinking about for hours now.

I hummed in faux thought as I stepped closer to him. “On one condition.” I smiled lightly. I could tell that he thought I was just playing into his joke. And I was, in a way.

“What condition is that?” He smirked, mimicking me and taking a step to close the distance.

It was dangerous, that mischief in his eyes. It drew me in like a siren’s call, until I was standing chest to chest with him, looking right into that mischief. The siren’s call that taunted me to take the leap into the deep end. And I followed it. “Kiss me like you mean it, Tetsuro.”

I watched as my words registered for him like it was in slow motion. “What?” The smirk fell off his face and he looked at me in shock. Disbelief evident on his face, mixed with a glimpse of hopefulness.

“Kiss me.” I pulled my hands up to his neck, linking my fingers together behind it. “Like you.” I pressed my body against his gently and swallowed harshly at the warmth that radiated off of him. “Mean it.”

My name fell from his lips breathlessly, in the form of a question, as he brought his hands up to cup my face, thumbs brushing against my cheekbones. “Tell me you’re being for real?”

I could feel my eyes fluttering closed as I sunk into the soft touches of his hands, a sensation I’d only dreamed about before. “ I’m being for real,” I whispered.

A gasp drew from my lips as they were suddenly pressed to his. It took barely a second before he was backing me up against the door again, pinning me to the surface with soft movements. His hands cupped my jaw firmly, his kiss growing more desperate as he leaned his body into mine. Millions of unspoken words bleeding from his lips to mine. My hands slid down to his chest, fingers coming down to play with the zipper on his jacket.

A low groan came from his lips as he reluctantly pulled back slightly to breathe. “We should-”

“Talk about it later,” I muttered back, both of my words coming out in pants. I pulled my shirt off quickly and he couldn’t help but let his eyes drop down.

“Right,” he nodded along in a daze, “later.” He let out another groan and reconnected my lips, he was quick to lift me up. I quickly wrapped my legs around his waist and held onto his neck as he moved my connected forms from the wall.

His hands cupped against my ass as he stumbled my way further into my place, navigating blindly to my room. It was quick, a blurry sequence of movements as my clothes were lost until my bare back hit my bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he mumbled into the skin of my neck, trailing kisses to my chest and down the center.

I let out a sharp gasp as he pulled one of my nipples into his mouth, quickly but softly rolling his tongue over it. “As long as I have,” I whined in response.

He lifted himself onto his elbows, hovering over me as he spoke, eyes blown wide as he looked at me, taking in all of me finally. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you are?” I whimpered lightly at his comment as he brought his lips back towards my chest. He kissed across the skin as his fingers gripped the band of my underwear. “Can I?”

I nodded quickly and he wasted no time in complying with drawing them off my body. “Tetsu,” I whined as his fingers brushed against the inside of my thighs. My hands found purchase on his body, one winding through his hair as the other pressed to his bare shoulder, both tugging and pushing his body lower, begging his head to be between my thighs. “Please.”

He smiled lightly and readjusted himself, ignoring how his sweats shifted uncomfortably against him as he laid between my legs. “Anything for you princess.” His hands cupped the back of my thighs, easily lifting them and hooking my knees over his shoulders. His thumbs spread me open for him and I whimpered at the sensation. He made sure to lock eyes with me.

“Tetsu,” I drew his name out in a desperate moan as he flattened his tongue against me and dragged it slowly up. Long and slow. I threw my head back at the sensation as his eyes rolled slightly.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he mumbled into me, licking again. His tongue carved its way into me as I cried out, juices spilling onto his tongue as he moaned. Curses and moans tumbled off my lips as one of his thumbs brushed against my clit. “So so fucking good.”

“Please, please don’t stop,” I cried out as he moved his mouth up. His tongue flicked gently over my clit as his fingers trailed lower. Eased by his spit and my own slick, he pressed two of his long fingers inside of me.

Immediately curling his fingers up caused me to squeeze around them and he let out a strangled moan at the feeling of it, his hips stuttering against the bed. “Oh god.” He licked quicker, careful to not be too harsh but desperate to make me tumble over an edge.

His name came from my lips like a prayer, a mix of moans and whines, begging and pleading for more of him. He was diligent and consistent with pace and placement and when I finally came, I did so while calling his name.

“Fu-uck,” he let out a broken moan, his lips pressed against the inside of my thigh and his eyes squeezed shut. He pulled away quickly, leaning up on his knees as he tried to catch his breath, his hands braced on my legs, just above my knees.

It took me a second to come down from the dizziness in my brain and to notice the growing stain on the front of his sweats. “Did you just-” I whispered in shock as I glanced at him.

He was panting still, eyes squeezed shut and blush sitting high on his cheeks. “Yes.”

“Do you-” I cut myself off as I realized how inappropriate that question was, but he answered anyways.

“No I do not always cum in my pants, that was the first time.” He glared lightly at me with a sassy tone and I couldn’t help but laugh lightly at the situation. “Oh you think it's funny?” He teased, laughing a bit too as he leaned back forwards towards me.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at-” I was cut off by my own gasp as he pressed his fingers against me again. They slipped in easily now but felt just as filling.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, lips grazing against the crease between my thigh and core, forcing my body to arch into him. “The way you look right now.” He pressed a kiss to the indent of my hip and I let out a strangled noise at the sensation mixed with how he curved his fingers inside of me. “The sounds you make.”

“Tetsu,” I whined out his name as his thumb brushed against my clit, his teeth sinking lightly into my thigh.

He groaned at the noise. “My name falling from your lips like that is straight out of my dreams.”

“Please, Tetsurou,” I whimpered, fingers tugging at his hair and begging for him to look up at me again.

“What do you need from me, love?” He mumbled into my skin, looking up at me through the hood of his lashes.

“Tell me you love me like I love you,” I begged then. I watched him process the words. Eyes widening at first, clearly not being what he expected before he relaxed into a smile.

“Princess,” he mumbled, kissing my hip again, “I fell in love with you when I met you.” He dragged his lips across my skin to press another sloppy kiss just above my navel. “I love you now.” He dragged his lips again, a wet kiss just between my breasts as he drew his fingers out of me, despite my protests. “I will love you forever.” He kissed the base of my throat as his hands gripped my waist, arching my body to fit against his.

“And when ‘forever’ ends,” he hovered his lips above mine, looking me in the eyes so that I could see his complete sincerity, “I’ll love you some more.”

His lips crashed down against mine again and it felt like everything in my world fell into place.

The first time that I met Oikawa Tooru, I knew right then, in an instant, that I never wanted to see him again.

I'd been running late to watch Tadashi's first practice match on the college team. I'd made a promise to make it even despite the current tension between his best friend and myself. Both me and the best friend had made a promise to him that our breakup wouldn't affect our friendship with Tadashi.

I had gotten stuck bringing extra water bottles since I was already running late. An unfortunate circumstance that had landed me where it had now, on my ass on the floor with bottles scattered around me.

"Woah there cutie," the smooth voice surrounded my ears and I saw him for the first time, the boy had just caused me to fall, "let me give you a hand?" His smile was too sweet in combination with how he bent towards me, one hand leaning on his knee and the other reaching out for me.

From the way his pretty brown eyes sparkled down at me to the way his silky curls bounced when he tilted his head, I knew immediately that I wanted no part of knowing him. But my hand was moving towards his on its own.

My fingers barely brushed against his own and I could immediately see him holding my hand a million different times. On cute dates, anniversaries, a whole lot of firsts, watching myself fall in love with him easily, over and over again. His fingers were slowly wrapping around mine before I was abruptly interrupted.

"Senpai!" There was a shout from a couple different girls and my hand quickly snapped away from the boy in front of me to watch the commotion. Squealing girls that immediately begged for his attention, awestruck eyes staring up at him.

And, suddenly, all those moments that had flitted through my mind shattered right in front of me. I mentally watched it fall apart. The quick fallout, the tears that would stream down my face, the feeling of my chest tearing in two.

I shook my head clear and used the girls as my distraction to gather my things again and quickly making my way inside. Praying to never see him again.

Of course, the world would never have been so kind to me. The second I watched him step into the gym I'd let out a soft groan of annoyance. I'd known instantly he'd be able to pick me out of the crowd if he'd try.

Unreasonably attractive boy who I had zero intention of ever speaking to. The one who tried to call out to me as I hurried out of the game when they were finished with their game. Calls of 'cutie' greeting my ears as his friends kept him with his team and I dutifully found my way to Tadashi outside.

The second time I saw Oikawa Tooru, I was out with my best friend. Easily flitting about the shopping center with her, giggling over clothes and what would look good on each of me. Toshiko had just convinced me to buy a new dress and to swap the clothes I'd shown up in for the soft fabric that now brushed against the tops of my thighs as I walked.

"It looks so good!" Toshiko cried out as she pinched some of the fabric, smiling at me as she hauled her back higher up on her arm.

"Hey!" The shout from behind the two of us caused us both to turn our heads in curiosity. After seeing the culprit, however, I snapped my head back to look away. "I thought that was you, cutie."

I groaned lightly and tried to tug on Toshiko's arm to get her to walk faster. "Ignore him, please." I begged quietly as she only tilted her head in confusion, glancing between me and him.

"But he's cute!" She whispered back in exasperation, keeping us in place. I winced as you felt his presence stopping next to me.

"Amazing coincidence, us running into each other here right?" He smiled and I winced at how bright it was, rolling my eyes as he looked down at us both with a playful glint of his own. "Our conversation got cut short last time."

"Last time?" Toshiko questioned, looking back at me like I'd betrayed her. "You didn't tell me you ran into a cute boy, l/n."

I groaned almost immediately as the boy, now in front of me, started to speak. I cut him off. "It didn't get cut short. I left the conversation."

His smile only widened as he looked at me. "L/n's a cute name." I groaned as he ignored my comment, staying on his own track. "So, l/n-chan-"

I immediately stopped him. "Do not call me that."

"I just want to take you out, just once." I narrowed my eyes at him and turned around quickly, starting to walk away, whether or not Toshiko followed was her own business. "Awe c'mon cutie." I could hear his steps pick up to follow as he whined at me. "Just one date?" I ignored him and kept walking, rolling my eyes as he persisted. "Please, cutie?" I shot him the best annoyed look I could muster and smiled when I saw a few girls heading toward the three of me.

"Sorry," I muttered to him in fake sympathy before stepping back to watch immediately as the girls quickly surrounded him. He immediately couldn't help himself from being nice to them and I took it as my excuse to slip away.

As soon as he was out of ear-shot, Toshiko was all over the interaction. "You know that cute guy?" She asked, her voice squealing and I rolled my eyes quickly. "Oh my god, why didn't you accept his offer? He's so cute and charming. He thinks you're cute!"

"Toda, stop." I sighed and glanced over at her confused face. "That's just how those types of boys act. I'm not interested. Please drop it."

Toshiko sighed but relented in her teasing for the day. She quickly changed the topic and didn't even mention it when I knew that she caught me glancing over my shoulder at him, locking eyes easily through his crowd of girls.

I didn't have time to think much of him in the next few weeks, busying myself with college courses and plots with Tadashi to hook up our two best friends. It wasn't until our plan had succeeded that I'd realized how much of my time had been taken up by trying to hook up Toshiko and Tsukishima.

The only time I'd even thought about the boy was when Toshiko threatened to 'give the cute boy from the other college' my number. But now, with my time suddenly incredibly freed up... I had nothing better to do.

I'd decided the easiest thing to do was to wander in and out of shops at the mall with different acquaintances from school. And every time, without fail, it seemed like I ran into him.

He, who insisted that I talk to him so I made a point to do anything but that. He, who insisted on adding 'chan' to the end of my last name. Calls of 'l/n-chan' always making me press my fingers into my temples and groan.

It seemed to me that he tried his hardest to annoy me every time he saw me. Trying his hardest to convince me to take him up on his offer for a date. Today was, surprisingly, no different. No different except for the fact that my 'friends' were watching from afar, taking up camp in the food court and making no attempt to help me.

"L/n-chan, come on." He whined, leaning casually on the railing next to him, a smooth smirk gracing his lips as he tilted his head towards me. "Just one date please." I sighed and rolled my eyes again, wanting so desperately to leave. "L/n-chan wou-"

"Y/n." I cut him off, tired of the name he'd been calling me. His smirk fell and one nearly picked up on my face as he pulled a confused look across his features, head tilting to the side. "It's my name. You know, like how yours is Oikawa Tooru. Mine is l/n y/n. Not l/n-chan."

His mouth dropped open. All his smoothness seemed to have disappeared as he floundered to find something to say. I sighed and shook my head before turning to walk away.

I missed the whisper under his breath as I stepped away. "She knows my name." If I'd bothered to turn around, I would have seen him trying to fully process what had left my mouth. I would have seen the dopey grin on his face as he played with the sounds of my name on his tongue, as he swooned over how his name sounded on mine.

Maybe I would've even seen the gears turning in his head as he suddenly turned into a 12-year-old girl, imagining how Oikawa y/n might sound.

"You can't date him, you know." One of the girls said as I reapproached the group I'd been with for the day. I tried to open my mouth to reply, to assure them that it wasn't even remotely in my plan, but she continued on before I could. "You'd just break him, kinda like you did with Tsukishima."

I froze at the words.

Break him? Did I break him? No. He was fine, sure we didn't talk for a while but that was normal at the end of relationships. Right? Things just hadn't worked out, we'd grown out of each other, it was fine now.

"Isn't he dating Toshiko now? But he was always quiet, was he not before?"

I stopped listening to their conversation, letting them carry on at their own pace, my opinion not needed - or wanted - on the matter. My fingers found their way to the necklace resting on my collarbones, dragging the charm back and forth across the chain easily as I thought.

I couldn't help the thoughts turning in my head.

Was I really scared Oikawa would break me? Or was I scared of what I would do to him? Either way, it was a good reason to stop going to places I would run into him.

It worked fine, my plan to stay away from Oikawa Tooru. Really, it did. Right up until I let Toshiko convince me to go support Kei and Tadashi during their official match against Seijoh.

I knew it was over the second that he locked eyes with me during warm-ups. Knew that I'd be hearing from him at some point during the course of the day.

I watched as the team I held dear to my heart slowly lost the game. The smug grin on Oikawa's face was enough to know he would be insufferable if I let him speak to me. And he was.

He was atrociously forward as he tried to catch me while I was grabbing Toshiko's things so she could go comfort Kei in his loss. It was easy to avoid him, really, his teammates trying to corral him as girls from all schools tried to fawn over him.

It was incredibly hard to want to hold my resolve to avoid him when he looked so incredibly attractive, high off of his win. He was so sure in himself and his team's abilities.

I knew that I couldn't ever admit it. Admit that he was wearing me down. That the constant attention and compliments he provided me with were getting to me. I knew that the second I admitted that I could fall for Oikawa Tooru, then my life would be over instantaneously.

As easy as it was to avoid him, I still found myself in the stands after my team's loss. Watching from my hiding spot behind taller bystanders as Seijoh went against the infamous Shiritorizawa.

It was painful, to say the least, watching Oikawa's confidence falter as his team lost. Watching the irritation on his face as his team wore faces of defeat to mirror his.

I felt bad for him, I did, but I still couldn't let him talk to me. I'd already pressed my luck by sticking around, by removing the safety net that was my friends.

I blamed myself, really, for the chain of events that happened next. Taking a back hallway with the hopes of avoiding any run-ins with Oikawa. How I'd run into a face I'd never seen before - an over-enthusiastic boy in a Shiritorizowa school uniform. A fan from the stands. A boy who couldn't take a hint, hovering over me, vulgar compliments leaving his mouth - anything but appealing as he cornered me against a wall.

I was quickly growing uncomfortable as his arm leaned on the wall near my head. "Come on, someone as pretty as me can't leave this place alone." He laughed loudly and I flinched from the sound. "Come home with a winner." I winced as I saw his hand moving closer to my arm.

I waited for the contact that never came. "You weren't even on the team. Honestly, taking credit for someone else's win? How pathetic." Oikawa's voice sent a wave of relief through my body. His hand was still mid-air in front of me from where he slapped the other boy's hand away. "Why don't you find someone from your own school to stroke your ego." Oikawa's harsh words were coated in sugar as he smiled at the offender. His arm slung around my shoulders casually, like it belonged there, and pulled me into him. "Now run along, she's spoken for."

The boy in front of me rolled his eyes violently. "Whatever," he scoffed, turning on his heel, "not worth the effort." I grimaced at the implication but trained my eyes on my own feet.

"Thanks, Oikawa." I whispered, not moving, still frozen in place, taking in the heat he was giving off.

"You can call me Tooru." I didn't have to look up to know he was smirking down at me.

I simply sighed and nodded. "Right, thank you." I sniffled lightly and stepped away. He, surprisingly, didn't protest as his arm fell from my shoulders. "See you around." I barely made it a step away.

"Why won't you give me a chance?" His voice was quieter. Not whiny like it usually was when he begged me for a chance. It was a genuine question. "Honestly, am I that bad? So bad that you want nothing to do with me?"

I didn't know what made me do it. What made me turn around and look up at him. But I knew what made me speak... the genuine search for an answer written on his face. I sighed and let my shoulders fall.

"Listen, Oikawa." I turned my head so I didn't have to see him, but I could feel his eyes burning into the side of my face. "I know what I'm like." It came out quiet, and it was a miracle that he'd even been able to hear me. But the hall was dead quiet, no one but the two of us.

"I know what you're like and that you have options. So," I took a large inhale and held my breath, "even if I was interested in you, even if you really are interested in me right now. One day you won't be anymore." I shook my head lightly, my fingers twisting the trinket around my neck again. "I don't wanna have to deal with that one day." It was like when I started talking that I couldn't stop.

I felt like my pauses were too long but for all I knew they could have only been a millisecond. I could have been speaking a mile a minute and I wouldn't have known. I wouldn't have heard over the sound of blood rushing into my ears to the beat of my heart.

"I know that the second I let you know that your stupid charm works on me, that you so effortlessly can wear me down, my life will be over." I sighed deeply, rubbing my hands over my cheeks. "Everything but you would cease to matter as much as it does. Please, I don't need that."

The silence in the hallway was deafening. I couldn't even know if he was still there, refusing to turn and look. My nerves felt like they'd been set on fire, painfully burning away one by one.

"Give me a chance." My head snapped up so that I could watch him with inquisitive eyes. There was no smile on his face, no teasing glint in his eye.

"Listen," it was his turn to sigh, "I know how I come off." He shifted awkwardly on his feet, a change from the graceful movements I was used to seeing from him, and his hand came up to scratch at the back of his neck. "But all I'm asking for is a chance. Just one." He gave me a hopeful half smile. It was awkward on his face, boyishly charming.

Fuck.

"I swear I'll try my hardest to never hurt you. That's not what I want. Not ever."

"Oikawa," I started but he cut me off again.

"Please. I just," sigh, "I can't get you out of my head. So just, one chance." He was dangerously close to begging, genuine begging, and I winced at the implications of what that meant for my resolve. "Just one chance, please. One date. And if it's awful and you never want to speak to me again then I'll leave you alone."

He stared at me, hopefully, and I could feel my resolve crumbling, like an old wall that he'd just laid his hand on, pulling pieces down. Fuck.

"One date." I watched his smile widen immediately and my eyes widened a bit in fear. Oh god... What had I done? "Only one date Oikawa. And then you leave me alone."

"It'll be the best date you've ever had!" I glared at him as he perked up. "Cross my heart!" He snapped a dopey smile on his face and threw his hand on his chest dramatically.

I sighed and shook my head in defeat. "Friday." He nodded enthusiastically as I rattled off my address. "God don't let me regret this." I muttered to myself.

"Could I walk you home?" He asked excitedly.

"No." I sighed as I started away from him finally. "I'll see you Friday."

The week that followed passed by excruciatingly slow. I didn't tell anyone about the date with Oikawa. Not even Toshiko. Especially not after Karasuno's loss to Seijoh. It felt wrong. Honestly, especially with how excited I actually was to see Oikawa.

When Friday finally came around, I couldn't help but feel happy all day. There was a giddiness consuming my demeanor through my classes as I got closer to being able to go home.

I couldn't stop fidgeting with my hair, my clothes, my jewelry. Nothing felt perfect. And I kept feeling like he was late, but every time I looked over at the clock to prove myself right, I wasn't and he still had plenty of time to appear.

And appear he did. Five minutes early. A quick knock on the door that I probably answered way too quickly.

God did he look good too. He was out of his school uniform, in nice jeans and a button up. There was a sly grin on his face as he pulled flowers out from behind his back.

"Wow." I laughed lightly, warmth flooding across my skin as I took the flowers. "Really pulling out all the stops?"

"Hey," he shrugged and mirrored my laugh with a soft one of his own, "I only have one chance to convince you to give me another date." I failed miserably at pushing down the smile that creeped across my lips at his effort. "If we could, m'lady."

He half-bowed and gestured his arm out for me to walk down the stairs first towards where his car waited at the curb. I rolled my eyes as he opened my door for me but couldn't help the happiness that clouded my head. Maybe he wasn't all bad.

Actually, he was nothing but sweet and genuine all night long. He excitedly talked about his interests, starting with volleyball (of course) and spouting off into other topics. I heard the pride in his voice when he spoke of his nephew and listened to how he loved his friends. And he always, always, made sure to ask about my interests - assuring me that he was listening with a genuine sparkle of interest in his eyes whenever I feared I might be talking too much.

I knew he'd done it before the night was even over. Knew that he'd slipped under my skin and made his home there. Knew that he'd ended my life that easily. Erased the importance of everything other than him.

I hated him for it. Except... I didn't. I couldn't hate him, not one bit. Not even when I was staring at him in disbelief as he walked me to my front door again, rambling about aliens. I was laughing along with him, genuinely laughing and he was beaming about it.

"How about," I started, pausing in front of my door to turn and face him fully, "the next time we do this, I get to choose where we eat?" I was smiling as I watched him freeze, his face contorting through a million emotions as he processed my words before settling on excitement.

"I get another date!?" he exclaimed, wide-eyed and smiling.

"Hmm," I hummed in faux consideration, "why don't you ask me?"

I let a soft smile quirk at my lips as he cleared his throat and slapped on one of his charming smirks. "L/n y/n, would you do the honor of going on another date with me?"

"Yeah," I laughed softly at the formality of it, "yeah I'd like that, Tooru." I smiled as he beamed at me, in awe. "So," I drew out the vowel of my word, glancing at my feet as I spoke the next, "you gonna kiss me goodnight too?"

He laughed heartily and wrapped an arm around my waist, easily pulling me to collide with his chest. My hands rested against it steadily, one of his arms holding me in place by my waist while the other hand tilted my jaw up softly.

His kiss was nothing but sweet. Lips soft and warm against my own. He was all-consuming.

I went inside on a high that day. The dizzy feeling only fizzing out when I hit my mattress for the night. The high that was the feeling of being absolutely wanted by someone who I wanted too. Of being absolutely wanted by one of the most wanted men.

Suddenly, as I hit my mattress, the feeling was calmed by the reminder of what the girl had said to me mere weeks before.

You're just going to break him.

The giddy feeling washed away by the reminder that I'd be disowned if my friends knew. If they knew I let him take me on a date once, let alone that I was doing it twice.

So the sneaking around began.

It was easier than I thought, really, to hide him and my relationship from my friends. Most of the places we frequented together weren't any places that my friends would show up. His friends seemed to warm up to the idea of me being around quickly too. Once they realized that I could snap Tooru out of a funk faster than even Iwa could, they basically begged to have me around more.

It took Tooru a whole month to officially ask me to be his girlfriend, wanting to show that he was serious about me. But then only one week after that for me to wind up with a new piece of jewelry around my wrist, a small 'T' dangling from the chain. And only one more after that for him to start sporting my initial around his own neck.

It felt like it was a whirlwind. Like every day I fell in deeper. All-consuming.

I hid it well. I both hid it well. Right up until Karasuno's match against Seijoh for the spring tournament.

It had taken Iwa, Mattsun, and Makki to pull Tooru away from my giggling form in the back hallway. Him trying to convince me to give him his 'good luck kiss' before the match. My playful refusal threw him into a whining fit that had Iwa threatening to punch him if he didn't get it together.

In the end, the whole fiasco had resulted in me giving him a kiss anyways. And in me being late to meet Toshiko in the stands on the Karasuno side. Something that Toshiko wasn't letting go.

"Where were you?" She stared at me warily as I shifted in my seat. "You're not usually late to things."

"Oh." My eyes flicked over to where Tooru was standing on the court, a small smirk crossing his lips when he caught me looking. I brought my attention back to my friend as quickly as it had strayed but my fingers fidgeted with the charm on my bracelet.

"How long?" Her voice came out irritated and I nearly jumped in shock as I met her gaze. I tilted my head in confusion and she let out an irritated puff of air. "How long have you two been dating?" She nodded her head to where my eyes had just lingered, where Tooru was practicing sets, and I sighed in defeat.

"Almost four months."

She nearly shrieked but quickly regained her composure, not trying to draw attention to the two of me. "Are you fucking kidding me?" I winced as she seethed the words out. "I thought you hated him."

"I tried to." I sighed, upset with myself as I finally confided in my best friend. "The first time I saw Tooru, I knew I never wanted to see him again. I knew what would happen if I did." I groaned and let my head fall in my hands.

"I signed my death warrant Toshiko, I know I did. I know boys like him. I know he'll leave me one day. They never stay." I tried not to look at her, knowing she was looking at me with pity.

"Even if he does leave one day though," I dragged my eyes up to watch him on the court, his eyes immediately finding mine with a proud smile after landing a particularly perfect practice serve. A smile carved its way onto my own lips, "I can't help it."

I looked at my friend and her features were softer now as she watched me. "I'm so goddamn head over heels in love with Oikawa Tooru."

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If I would have known that letting my best friend Aiko convince me to come to the university volleyball team’s ‘end of trimester’ party would end with me here, like this… then I would not have come. I would have said to hell with her begging and her crocodile tears, the pout on her lips that was replaced with a huge smile the second I gave in and said yes.

I loved her… but she was manipulative.

“You’re worse than that Oikawa boy,” I’d accused her, just to watch her face twist up in disgust as she gagged and protested.

“Never compare me to him again.”

“You know he likes you right?” I joked, hoping that maybe if I pressed the right buttons and irritated her enough then she’d rescind the invite. It didn’t.

She’d only waved her hand at me in dismissal, “you’re not gonna make me uninvite you. You’re coming.”

So yeah… if I’d known that this is where it would have gotten me, I would have said no. if I’d have known that Aiko’s ex boyfriend would have been at the party (a fact I would put money on that Aiko neglected to mention on purpose), I would not have come.

And if someone had told me that I and the aforementioned male would be forced to actually interact thanks to my bitch of a best friend? I would have pushed her down the stairs the second I got here and ran for the damn hills. Because here I was… Alone… With one of the people that I hated most. The one person I argued with the most.

Honestly, knowing who was throwing the party, I could really only blame myself. I mean he was on the team. I should’ve expected him to be here. Really I just didn’t think he’d be the type to come to a party. The type to let himself be convinced to come. It was stupid. Really truly. I realized it the second I pulled up to Tadashi’s house with Aiko.

Because the same way that I would always show up for Aiko… Tsukishima Kei would always show up for Tadashi.

I had determined that the best way to avoid Kei was to drink with Aiko. To glue myself to her side because I knew he wouldn’t want to come around both a girl that he hated and his ex-girlfriend at the same time. As long as I didn’t let myself get pulled away by a teammate then I should’ve been fine. Golden.

Should have been.

What I hadn’t accounted for was being shoved down the hallway after him by the traitor I thought would be my safeguard. Being told to help find extra towels in the guest room because a couple of the boys wanted to jump in the pool.

It had taken me all of five minutes to give up on finding the towels and to sit myself on the bed, eyes trailing after the stupid bean pole as he kept digging through cabinets that I’d already been through.

“Would you care to repeat that?” he sneered out and it occurred to me that maybe I hadn’t called him that insult only in my head.

“Nope,” I popped the p on the word and rolled my eyes. I was suddenly aware of how stupid it was to have that many drinks with Aiko. It wasn’t that I was drunk, far from it, but I was compromised enough to have no filter between my mouth and my brain. No impulse control. “No one really wants to talk to you anyways,” I giggled then as I let the name Shouyou had recently taught me slip from my lips, “Suckyshima.”

I was trying so hard not to laugh at the glare he gave me as he heard it. He let out an annoyed huff of air as his tongue poked at his lip in irritation. He was towering over me then and my eyebrows cinched in confusion. When did he move in front of me? Why did he have to be so tall that it hurt my neck to crook back and look up at him? He was looking down at me with that signature condescending smirk that made my blood boil.

“Listen, shrimp,” his smirk widened as my eyes narrowed into a glare, “I’m sorry the simple task of looking for towels is too hard for that dumb little brain of yours to understand,” he emphasized his words with a flick to my forehead and I nearly growled as I swatted at his hand, “but don’t take it out on me.” He laughed and stepped away.

I clenched my jaw as I stood up, not that it helped much because he still towered over me as I straightened to my full height. I tried to keep my tone unbothered as I lashed out, trying to hit a nerve, “ya know, lamppost,” I couldn’t help but smile as I saw the slight tilt of his head and eye roll at the sound of the nickname I’d never once let up on since the first time I’d met him all those years ago, “if you weren’t such an ass maybe someone would actually enjoy talking to you.”

He scoffed, continuing to look around the room, for a third time. “Like you? I’d rather be deaf and mute for the rest of my life.”

I felt an amused sound vibrate at the back of my throat, “at least I’d never have to listen to your stupid voice again.” It was a childish jab, I knew it and he knew it, but I really couldn’t help myself. The need to piss him off, to annoy him, it was just too overwhelming. I really had to do it. “I mean, doing the world a favor really. Maybe knock that smug look off your face, sitting there, thinking you’re better than everyone.”

“Like you’re any better?” He turned to look at me, eyebrows raised and lips twitching, mocking as he re-closed the distance he’d just put between the two of us. Why did he have to be so stupidly tall? “Walking around, acting like a bitch, like the world owes you everything.” He glared down at me and I looked right back up at him in defiance. “Think you’d know better since you haven’t been able to attract a boy since high school - yeah Maki’s told me alllll about it. Walking around like you’re the shit just because you’re a pent up bitch.”

I felt my face heat up in anger. Embarrassment coursed into my system as I silently cursed Aiko for sharing that information with the enemy. It wasn’t like I had been actively looking for someone and had been turned down, so it wasn’t like it was something to be ashamed of. But knowing that Tsukishima knew about it suddenly made all rational thought leave my brain.

“You don’t know shit!” I shoved at his chest and he took a half-step back at the force. He let out a soft scoff, almost like he was impressed that I even had the gall to lay my hands on him. “Like you’ve landed a girl since you were with Aiko in high school?” I shoved again and watched as his tongue poked at the bottom of his cheek, a telltale sign that he was holding back his words, his insults. “You’re nothing but an ignorant,” I shoved him again, “arrogant,” shove, “asshole,” one last shove, “and I hate you.” I rolled my eyes and pushed past him, “not worth my fucking time.”

“I’m real fucking sick of you mouth,” Kei’s voice cut through the air and I barely registered the feeling of a hand on my arm before my back slammed against the wall. It took me a moment to register his frame caging me in but he was already speaking. “Watch your attitude,” the words were formed more into a growl as he pushed them through his teeth, one of his hands keeping me pinned to the wall by my upper arm.

I let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak at the motion and almost felt the need to submit overcome me before I snapped myself out of it. My mind was begging my body to ignore the proximity between the two of us. Begging my body how hot- I mean annoying it was that he was towering over a foot taller than me, caging me against that wall.

I felt the heat travel past my face and start down my neck. My head spun trying to figure out if it was still just anger or if there was a blush starting on my skin too. I hated the thought. I pushed at his chest again and tried to yank my arm away. “Fuck off!” I seethes at him and a final tug of my arm almost set me free only for him to catch me again and pull me back.

“I wasn’t fucking done talking,” I struggled against him but he didn’t let up, my body twisting in his grip. I groaned as I was once again pinned between him and the wall. But this time, my hands rested against the flat surface, just barely keeping my chest from being fully pressed against it.

"I don't fucking care what you have to say," I struggled to move and only grew more irritated when I couldn't quite get away before I was slammed back to the wall, again. "I'm fucking leaving, you asshole," I took a chance and tried to press my whole body weight back against him to throw him off and create a larger gap between him and the wall but it backfired quickly.

His quick reaction made me realize my mistake. He'd read my movements and his whole body quickly pinned mine to the wall, making it near impossible for more to move. I was reminded again of how bad I had messed up by drinking alcohol. The stupid alcohol that removed the filter between my mouth and my brain, between my body and my brain, as a desperate moan involuntarily clawed its way out of my throat. I froze and my eyes widened as I realized what I had just done, my body tensing up immediately.

"Oh?" I could almost see the smirk etching its way onto his lips. A light chuckle vibrated out of his chest against my back as he refused to move. "I get it now," he leaned down, lips leveling with my face, breath tickling the top of my burning ear as he taunted, "you're just a desperate little slut."

"I fucking hate you," I growled at him, jerking my body away from the wall, trying to get away from the embarrassing situation I'd just put myself in. "I'm fucking leaving," I barely got two inches away from him when his muscles tightened and slammed me right back against the wall. I groaned in irritation.

This time, however, he pulled me up on my toes and purposefully ground his hips into my ass. "You're a bitch."

I let out a pathetic whimper against my will, the heat crawling its way across my skin as I could feel him harden against me. The feeling of my core heating up was one I would have welcomed in any situation but this. Any situation where it wasn't Tsukishima Kei pressed against me from behind, I would have already given in. But it was him and I hated him.

My voice was weaker this time, "Get the fuck off me." I pushed again, struggling to escape his grasp.

His weight lifted off my figure and I thought I was home free. I wiggled against him, trying to escape the predicament I had gotten myself into. Of course, if I’d been thinking a little clearer, if the scent of his cologne wasn't fogging up my senses and the heat of his body wasn't suffocating me, I would have realized that I was only making it worse. He stifled a groan as I brushed against his hips a little too hard and suddenly it felt like I was even more trapped.

He slotted his thigh between mine, using it to separate my legs and keep them in place as he leaned down, pressing his cheek to mine. Even the slightest movement from either of us created a delicious friction that had my breath hitching and my panties dampening.

"Someone should put you in your fucking place," the way he growled sent shivers down my spine, the heat of his breath bouncing off the wall and fanning both of our faces.

I reached behind myself to try and push his thigh down and away, the heat in my body becoming unbearable. "I fucking ha-"

I was cut off by one of his hands snatching both my wrists and pinning them to my lower back. He forced me to arch against the wall, the motion causing my dress to hike up and me to lose my balance on my toes. He pressed his thigh up, angling it just right so that when I slipped off my toes, I unintentionally ground myself against his thigh. I let out a strangled moan and internally cursed my body for giving in so easily like this.

"Don't know where you think you're fucking going now."

I took a deep breath and bit my lip, trying to stop another moan from escaping as he began to move his thigh, the friction sending electricity through my core. There was no way I would let myself fall apart in front of fucking Tsukishima Kei.

No fucking way.

I ignored the pleasure flooding my body as I struggled to get my wrists released and get away from him. "I'm fucking leaving." Why did he have to be so fucking strong. "I swear to god Tsukishima-" a quiet whine interrupted my threat as a particular struggle of mine lined up perfectly with the movement of his thigh and the fabric of my underwear caught against my clit just right. "Let me go," it was supposed to come out as a hard demand but with the way my breathing couldn't steady, it came out more as a pathetic plea.

The cold of his fingers met the heat of my upper thigh and I gasped out as I felt them quickly trail up to pull my underwear aside. "Why don't you tell me to stop then," his condescending tone sent shocks straight through the center of my body in all the ways I hated but his movements slowed as he gathered the slick that had pooled in my underwear, like he was waiting for me to actually say it.

I couldn't. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't move. Couldn't stop the disgustingly needy whimper that clawed its way out of my throat. "I fucking hate you," I protested, but my body worked against me, pushing into his hand a little more.

A breathy chuckle left his lips, "Yeah, and that's why you're so fucking wet, right?" he mocked and sunk two fingers into me without warning. My mouth dropped open and my body lifted onto my toes as my hands clenched at the sudden feeling. "That's why your stupid little cunt is squeezing my fingers like this?"

"Fu-fuck," my breath stuttered and I didn't notice when his hand released my wrists, my hands finding purchase on the wall, holding myself up as he slowly curled his long fingers towards the perfect spot inside of me. A whimper left my lips as he pressed hard into me with his fingers.

"Go on then," he started with an amused huff, "thought you were going to leave." Reality crashed on me again and I snapped my jaw shut. I squeezed my eyes and begged myself to pull myself away from him now that I had the chance. But the way that his fingers kept rubbing so perfectly against my g-spot kept my mouth from forming the words, kept my body from leaving the dizzying sensation.

"You're dripping down my hand, you know," he taunted, twisting his wrist slightly and hitting a new angle. He pressed deeper and a cry left my body as I felt his thumb brush my clit. "Here I am, knuckles deep in you," my eyes began to roll back as the pressure in my gut started to build- God why were his fingers so long? Why did they move so well? "Bet you wanna cum on my fingers now, like a little slut." He laughed again as I let out a broken moan, nails starting to claw at the wall. "Go on and tell me you hate me now."

I bit back another moan and clenched my teeth. I reminded myself that there was no fucking way I was letting fucking Tsukishima break me like this. "I fucking hate you." I gritted out and pushed off the wall, going to separate myself from him.

He was quick to catch me by my waist with his free arm, pinning me against himself, this time with no help from the wall. He removed his fingers from my warmth and brought his newly freed hand to my hips. He pushed my dress up further and before I could register what was happening he had turned both of us and was throwing me down onto the bed.

I was pinned facedown on the bed before I could think. "You need a fucking attitude adjustment," he growled in my ear as he hovered over me, his hands still on my hips, trapping them in place under him.

"Fuck off," once again, it didn't come out as harsh as I meant it to, my out of breath tone ruining the purpose.

He only laughed at me and both of his hands left my hips, seeking out and finding my wrists quickly. He pinned them against my lower back, once again, holding them in one hand with a bruising grip. He used his other hand to pull my hips up, lifting the rest of my body onto the bed easily and pushing me forward, forcing my knees under my hips and my back into a deep arch. Easily, like I was a fucking ragdoll. The thought pissed me off but sent a new wave of heat rushing for my core.

I hated it. I hated him.

I could barely hear the rustling of fabric, and I definitely didn't recognize its meaning, over the blood rushing in my ears, the position I was in making me feel vulnerable to the one person I would swear up and down the coast that I hated the most.

I realized almost too late that his hand had left my hips and instead it was his knees and thighs holding me in my position. "You don't need these, right?" It was a mocking question that he didn't let me answer, that I didn't even register before the sound of fabric being ripped and my now-ruined panties were removed from my frame.

"You assh-" the sound caught in my throat and turned into a squeak as I felt the head of his cock brush against my clit. I couldn't see it, couldn't even shift my hips back to try and gauge how big it was. But the feeling of it, spreading my lower lips slightly made me want it inside of me.

"Why don't you keep quiet and let this slutty little pussy have what it wants." It wasn't a question. His fingers dipped back into me barely, just barely past the pads of his fingers and I let a needy whimper slip out at the teasing. He chuckled again, pressing the head of his cock right against my clit, sending a jolt through my body again. I couldn't move and I hated it. Wouldn't even if I could and I hated that too. "C'mon shrimp," he taunted, leaning down and lowering his voice, "tell me how much you want me to stop."

"Shut. Up." I panted it out, my cheek pressed against the mattress. It wasn't a stop. I knew that. He knew that. I could almost picture that stupid smirk on his face as he leaned back up. Picture him shaking his head in amusement, running his hand through that stupidly pretty blond hair of his.

"Have it your way." The feeling of something cold and wet dripping down onto your hole with perfect accuracy brought a loud gasp out of me. But before I could register how lewd it was that he'd not spit on my pussy, but let it drip onto it, he pushed the self-made lube in with the tip of his cock. "Fuck," he breathed out as I let out a pathetic squeak. He was thick. So deliciously thick. "Fuck you're tight."

He released my wrists and my hands instantly flew to fist the comforter by my head as he pushed the full head of his cock in. "Think you can take it?" His voice was breathy but the condescending, challenging tone in his voice was still there. I was nodding before I understood what I was doing. He laughed at me and I heard spit leaving his mouth again before I was distracted by both his hands on my hips. "Good." He bottomed out in a single thrust and my vision went white.

A choked moan escaped from me as I was suddenly engulfed by the feeling of being split open. He was seated deeper than I had ever taken anything and the pain that jolted through my core had never felt so delicious. And nothing had ever sounded as good as the moan that left his lips as his fingers on my hips tightened, no doubt leaving small bruises in their wake. I opened my mouth to say something but all that left was another cry as he moved his hips, starting at a brutally fast and hard pace.

I couldn't call the sounds that left my mouth moans, couldn't even call them whimpers. They were shrill cries of half-formed curses and pleas, desperate whines as he pounded into me. My hips were bruising as I tried to hold on to the comforter to ground me to reality. The pain and pleasure of the pace and force that he was rutting into me was making my mind go hazy.

He wrapped one of his hands into my hair and yanked, keeping my back arched but pulling my chest off the bed. My arms scrambled to find their way under my body, begging to hold myself up but failing as his hips refused to slow their pace. The new angle that his hips slammed into me at had my mouth left open, eyes finding a home at the back of my skull while pathetic, shrill moans left my body unfiltered. "Please, please, please," I begged without shame, heat burning all of my nerves.

"Please what?" he growled out, "what do you want slut?" I whimpered at the derogatory term. "Oh? Feel that?' he taunted, slowing down slightly to let both of us enjoy the way his cock stretched and rubbed against my inner walls, "the way your cunt just tightened when I called you a slut?" I cried out and tried to nod but couldn't due to the hold he had on my hair. "So tell me what you want, slut."

"Ple-" a cry left my mouth, "please wanna-" another broken moan escaped, "wan' cum." I slurred the words out as he tightened his grip on my hip and in my hair.

"You wanna cum on my cock?" I tried to nod desperately, a flurry of slurred "yes"s leaving my mouth. He laughed and halted all his movements. A frustrated groan ripped its way out of my throat as the heat dissipated ever-so-lightly. "Look at your cute little cunt drooling all over my cock." He laughed when I whined, trying to push my hips towards him to get him to move again. His grip steeled, making it impossible for me to move. "Ask me then." I widened my eyes at his words. "And don't you dare fucking cum without permission," he growled in finality.

"Wha-what?" He gave a harsh tug on my hair and my eyes fluttered. Fuck it. "Please," I whimpered lightly. He moved his hips lightly, drawing out and pushing back in ever so slightly. Not enough. "Please can I-" he cut me off by resuming his previously brutal pace as the heat returned in full force to my belly, tightening pressure building quickly.

I remembered his threat and struggled to get my tongue to form the question. "Can I-" a scream ripped through my body at a particularly hard thrust, "can I please." The last word was drawn out with a long whine, trying to catch my breath. "Please," I tried to catch my breath as moans fell effortlessly from my mouth, "wan' cum, wan' cum, cum ple-ah!" my mindlessly babbled pleas interrupted by my cry.

"Can I- can I- please," he mocked me, shifting his pitch up before laughing. "God so stupid you can't even ask a question?" His voice was strained but collected as he pounded into me impossibly harder, cries falling from my mouth, eyes rolling back again, tongue flipping past my bottom lip. "Fucking cum then. Cum on my cock like a good little slut." Like a command.

"Fuck!" I cried as I felt every one of my muscles tighten around him, his movements refusing to let up on my body as I started to shake. He released my hair and my upper body crashed down to the sheets as he resumed a two-handed grip on my hips, recklessly starting to lose his rhythm as he pulled my body to meet his every thrust, fucking me through my orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Kei!" His given name fell from my lips in a shriek and almost immediately I received a response.

"Fu-ck." The word left his lips in a broken moan. A higher pitched one leaving right after I felt his length twitch inside of me, spilling his load deep into my core. He paused for barely a second before pushing me flat onto the bed, disconnecting our bodies easily.

So that was that.

Or so I thought, preparing to catch my breath and lay there in my shame.

That plan, however, was interrupted as Kei gripped my legs by my knees, easily flipping me onto my back and drawing me towards the end of the bed. I leaned up on my elbows, looking and watching, speechless as he rid himself of the pants that had been half-on this whole time. My breath hitched as he tore his shirt off next.

As much as I hated to admit it, he was a fucking sight to see.

Sculpted abs flexing with every movement. Sweat dripping down his perfect, lean muscles. Blond hair damp and mussed without care. And his still hard cock. Fuck. It was fucking gorgeous and glistening with a mix of both his and my cum.

I swallowed hard and met his eyes as he smirked down at me. That stupid fucking condescending smirk that made my skin burn with hatred, and now lust.

"Did you think I was fucking done?" He was inexplicably intimidating from this angle, towering over me. He laughed at my wide-eyed expression and reached to tear off my dress. "What's wrong, slut? No smart remarks this time?"

I groaned and lost my balance on my elbows as he quickly pushed two fingers back into me, watching with sick satisfaction as his cum gushed around them.

I moaned despite myself. "Yeah, I fucking hate you."

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I giggled as Eita pulled me into his lap, my legs clumsily straddling his as he situated me hips over his lower thighs.

“C’mon sweets, take another hit,” he twisted the joint in between his lips. I licked my own lips as I watched him suck another breath through the filter before he turned it around, offering it to me.

I didn’t answer him, just made eye contact as I leaned forward. My lips wrapping gently around the end of it and watched him watch me. Filters of smoke floated up between us, coupled with the warm feeling of his breath brushing against my chest. I exhaled my own smoke soon after, the two clouds mixing together in the air.

He gave a lazy smirk when I coughed slightly, and pressed the joint back between his own lips. “Easy now sweets,” Eita chuckled a bit as he inhaled another lungfull of smoke, pulling my head forward towards him.

It wasn’t the first time that my lips had pressed against Eita’s, and it definitely wasn’t the first time that he’d exhaled his breath into my lungs. His lips slotted against mine easily, naturally. I breathed in his smoke slowly, some slipping between the tiny gaps our lips created.

I hummed softly, my eyes falling closed as he cupped the back of my head, keeping my mouth against my own.

He distracted me for a few more seconds, the press of lips that had been for breath turned into true kissing. He was easy with it, pulling my body closer to his as I felt his tongue slip into my mouth.

I gasped slightly when I felt his hips grind up into me. The action and my reaction forced my lips to part from his, smoke exhaling from my mouth. Eita smirked and it took him barely a moment to have his lips right back there again, breathing more smoke into my lungs. I couldn’t help but giggle at the way the smoke felt against the back of my throat.

My mind was already hazy from the influence I’d been under for the past hour. Eita and I had been with friends when we’d begun, but they’d since left, gone home for the evening. Leaving me and Eita alone while smoking… that always ended this way.

Eita’s lips on mine, arm wrapped around my waist, keeping me pressed to his chest as our kiss got sloppier.

He leaned past me, snuffing out the joint on the coffee table and leaving it there. He relaxed back against the back of the couch, bringing me to lean forward with him. His hips bucked up into me as I whined directly into his open mouth.

It was messy, uncalculated and instinctual, as his lips slid easily against mine, saliva on our lips. His tongue licked along my bottom lip again, slipping inside. I was happy to let him control the pace, the drugs making my body willing to submit to his every touch and beckon. I was much too concerned with sliding my clothed core over his bulge, over and over, trying to give both of us the friction I was sure he wanted too.

My focus made my lips lag, and they quickly became too slow-moving for his impatience. I felt his kisses dip lower. Lips gliding against my jaw, teeth nipping at skin. Small noises slipping from my throat as he went.

My head fell back as he moved down to my neck, gasping as he sucked a bit of sensitive skin between his teeth. He worked it between his lips, only satisfied when the skin blossomed another color. He moved on to make another oneness my hips pressed down harder into his.

I could distantly feel the vibration of his groan against my skin. I barely noticed his fingers tugging at the button and zipper of my shorts, my mind only able to focus on one thing at a time.

“Hey, hey,” Eita drawled lazily as he pulled back, tapping at my hips. My head tilted forward, trying to take his expression in. He wasn’t even looking up at me, his eyes focused on where my hips ground against his, over and over again. “Up, clmon, just for a second, c’mon lemme just…” he trailed off, licking his lips as he got distracted by my movements.

I didn’t question him, easing myself up onto my knees and giggling as I toppled to the side a little when he helped drag my shorts and panties down in one movement.

I pulled myself back up and moved myself back up over his lap before he even finished, my shorts still hanging haphazardly off one of my ankles. My hands moved towards the band of his sweats as I caught his lips with mine again. I moaned as I desperately pulled down the top of his sweats and boxers, just enough to pull out his cock.

He hissed against my lips as my hand stroked him messily, smearing precum around his tip as I lifted back onto my knees over him. His hands stayed focused on my hips lifted over his, grip tight with barely-held control.

I dragged the tip of his cock through my soaked folds, trying to tease like he usually did to me. But impatience got the best of him, his hips jerking up, his cock sinking into me easile and without warning. He swallowed my cry and ate the moans that followed as he tugged my hips down further, until he was fully inside of me.

One thing at a time. That’s all my brain could focus on, fog covering everything except the most pertinent feeling.

Currently?

The feeling of how his cock felt pressing against my inner walls, stretching and dragging.

He groaned into my mouth. Mumbling something that resembled a curse of my name as he twitched inside of me. “Just relax, sweets, promise I’ll take care of you,” he mumbled, pulling my arms to wrap around his neck before grabbing my hips again.

I dropped my head again, unable to keep up with his kissing, my face buried against his neck. It was easy for him to move my hips up and down at his own pace, soft, whiny moans from my lips as he moved slowly, deeply, his thrusts stirring at my insides.

I whimpered and rolled a bit of his skin between my teeth, intent on making a mark that matched the one he’d left on my own. He couldn’t care less, he was focused on fucking his cock deep into where my cunt was sucking him in, over and over. His head tossed back against the couch, groans and curses leaving his mouth, eyes squeezed shut. Mumbling about how good I felt, too good for him.

I could feel his jaw clenching as I kissed messily along his neck.

“Fuck, wait, hold on,” he groaned when my hips started to move on their own, craving a quicker pace. It was slope but it was enough for me, his fingers were digging into my skin, broken moans coming from deep in his throat as I whined against his neck.

I could feel his cum fill me up, his length twitching inside, but it didn’t stop me. The broken jerk of both out hips only spurred me on as I chased after my own high. His cum leaking out of my, dripping down my thighs and pooling on his lap with my own juices.

“Sorry, sorry,” I whimpered, my hips still rocking against his as his hands finally caught on to the rhythm, “want more, please more. Feels sooo good,” I panted.

Eita’s curses slurred, spilling easily as his hands forced my hips into a slightly faster pace, his own hips finally moving up to meet mine, fucking up into me harshly. “Yeah, yeah I gotchu,” he groaned, “I’ll give you more.”

Becoming friends with the MSBY team was inevitable. Going to Fukurodani for high school meant that eventually I had run into Koutarou and honestly, it wasn’t easy to avoid a friendship with the man. Our friendship was a small one, not being in the same year meant we only talked in passing or if I ended up showing up to a volleyball game - which I often did. And then, when I moved to Osaka, it was only a matter of time before I was being dragged to hangouts with the MSBY team by my old high school schoolmate.

Those hangouts always provided a second familiar face from my school days. Sakusa Kiyoomi. I’d known him longer than I’d known Bokutou, since middle school thanks to a friendship I’d made with Komori. I liked to think that those outings with MSBY were a little nicer for Kiyoomi when I was around, maybe that was delusional, but maybe it helped him to have someone who had known him so long that they could tell when he was uncomfortable without even looking at him. Because, well, if there was one thing his teammates liked to do, it was drag him into situations he’d never have comfortably wandered into on his own.

Like today, for example.

Standing in the middle of the county fair that was in town for the summer.

Koutarou, Shouyou, and Atsumu had decided to drag a whole group out to the fair since it would be ending in a few days. How they’d convinced Kiyoomi to go was beyond me, truly. All three of the boys had dragged along dates as well, which had left me and Kiyoomi on our own as they all linked hands with another.

Kiyoomi had shoved his hands awkwardly in his pockets long ago and I could tell by the way his eyes flicked around the crowd that he was wildly uncomfortable. Most of his face was covered by his mask, per usual, but the little crease between his eyebrows as they scrunched together gave him away.

The glares he was sending to Atsumu were becoming more and more frequent as the time went on, and if I wasn’t so worried about him and how anxious I could tell he was getting, then I would have found it all amusing.

“Omi-Omi!” Atsumu yelled, trying to swing an arm over Kiyoomi’s shoulder - a movement he easily dodged. “Bokkun!” Atsumu whined over his shoulder to Koutarou when he was rejected by Kiyoomi. “Omi-Omi’s bein’ mean!” But Koutarou was too busy dragging his girlfriend to the cotton candy stand to care about his teammate’s whining. As I watched Atsumu turn towards Shouyou to complain to someone else, I felt a warm hand wrap around my wrist and drag.

I gasped and pulled my eyes to look at my abductor and saw only the soft black curls that laid on the back of Kiyoomi’s head. He maneuvered easily through the crowd, practiced and methodical, touching the least amount of people possible as he dragged me along with him.

He kept the distance between us small, leaving very little room for someone to possibly step between us and ruin the flow of our movements. I glanced behind us and noticed that I was easily losing the heads of my other friends in the crowd the further we got.

“Kiyoomi?” I called softly in question once I noticed his pace starting to slow. We’d finally settled into easy movements and he glanced over his shoulder, waiting for me as I caught up to walk side-by-side with him. “What was that about?”

“They’re annoying me.” His words were blunt as he continued to lead us away, now seemingly without direction. “Didn’t want to leave you alone to deal with them either.” I smiled slightly as he cleared his throat. I tried to get a good look at his facial expression under his mask but he turned his head too quickly. “I find you tolerable.”

I let out a loud laugh at that, I couldn’t help myself. I barely registered that his head whipped towards me in surprise at my outburst, but I was too busy letting my smile split my face to mind the bewildered look he was giving me. “I’m sorry,” I giggled as I attempted to take deep breaths and calm myself down. I beamed up at him and saw a soft look pass over his eyes when they connected with mine. “Thank you for tolerating me. However, I do really want to be at this fair, and if you would rather go home, I would understand.” I laughed a little more, “I don’t mind being the extra wheel with them for a day so you can get out of here.”

His soft stare turned into a glare for a second and I momentarily thought I’d offended him before he rolled his eyes and looked forward again. “We’re already here,” he continued to walk with me, slowing his gait to match mine, “you enjoy yourself and I’ll try my best.”

I bit back my laugh, but I couldn’t help my smile. “Okay,” I agreed, nodding, “you let me know when you tap out.”

It was then that I was suddenly hyper-aware of the fact that Kiyoomi’s hand was still lightly wrapped around my wrist. The warm weight was foreign but not unwelcome as we walked. I decided to test the waters, letting my hand slip slowly into his. I gauged his reaction carefully, his eyes widening slightly and his grip tightening in mine for a moment before he relaxed into it. He didn’t say anything, but I could have sworn I could see the tips of his ears turn pink beneath his curls as we walked.

“Let’s get cotton candy!” I exclaimed then. If Kiyoomi was willing to trail along the county fair with me, then I would be making the best of it. I dragged him along by using our conjoined hands, finding my way to the front of the nearest stand. I bounced lightly on my toes, excited, as we waited to get to the front of the line. I was acutely aware of Kiyoomi’s eyes lingering on me but I chose to ignore them - worried that if I looked over, I would see him giving me one of the looks that he gave Koutarou when he was doing something Kiyoomi deemed as childish.

When we got to the booth window, I rattled out my order for cotton candy and went to reach for my wallet but was stopped by Kiyoomi. Kiyoomi who was already handing his card over to the boy who was running the booth. “A bottle of water as well, please.”

I smiled up at Kiyoomi and saw him glance down at me quickly before redirecting his eyes back to where he was being handed back his card. He sighed and released my hand as he grabbed my treat and the water.

My hand felt weirdly cold and I couldn’t help the small frown that pulled at my lips ever-so-slightly as I trailed after him and away from the booth’s line. My eyes were trained on the back of his shoes as I made sure to not lose him in the crowd. The sudden stop and turn of his shoes had me drawing my eyes back up to his face. He was holding my bucket of cotton candy out to me, the seal already broken off and ready for me to start eating.

“That stuff is awful for you so make sure to drink some water after.” I stared at him in awe for a moment but he just rolled his eyes and directed me to turn towards some of the enclosed tents nearby with a hand on my shoulder. “Don’t look at me like that.” He sighed at me but left his arm across my shoulders as we walked into the building. “I want to look at the shopping booths.”

I could barely hear his explanation over the blood pounding in my ears at the weight of his arm on my shoulders. My heart pounded furiously as I stood close to him. I had never been this close to him for an extended period of time and I could feel my skin heating up, the anxieties of possibly doing or saying wrong to ruin this moment rattled around inside of my head. I tried to keep the appearance of being calm on the outside as I placed a small piece of cotton candy in my mouth.

We wandered around the shops, chatting idly about the items we saw and how useless or ridiculous some of the things that were being sold were. I made a point to stick another piece of the cotton in my mouth anytime I thought I might say something dumb. I was determined to not ruin the rare moment I’d been blessed with. The moment of having Kiyoomi in public with his arm around me. I was sure that this chance was once in a lifetime.

As the shopping booths ended, so did my cotton candy. I winced at my safe-guard disappearing but I was left with yet another shocked expression directed to Kiyoomi. “Water please.” Kiyoomi requested, easily removing the empty container from my hands and replacing it with the bottle of water he’d bought with it. The same bottle that he’d been drinking out of every now and then.

I stared at the bottle in shock for a moment as he disposed of my trash. I brought it hesitantly to my lips to take a sip, washing out the sugary aftertaste left on my teeth from the pink candy. I expected the bottle to be mine now but felt my eyes widen as he took it back and pulled his mask down slightly to take his own sip before screwing the top back on it.

I watched in curiosity as he wiped a little bit of water off of his lip before pulling his mask back up. It was ridiculous for me to find the motion attractive and I quickly averted my eyes to look away from him when I noticed him glance over at me. “Let’s go look at the different games.” I gripped his hand easily and led the way this time. Pushing off the anxious feeling of touching him when he didn’t protest and instead let me drag him along.

I smiled as I pointed out the games and the cute couples playing against each other. I was oblivious to the smile he grew under his mask as he watched me coo at how cute the stuffed animals were that people were carrying through the crowd. Oblivious when his fingers started to rub circles into my hand, suddenly neither of us conscious about the way that our fingers were intertwined and felt warm as we made our way through the crowd.

The bright colors of the fair blurred out everything except Kiyoomi and I and whatever new thing I was pointing to and raving about. There was a pull on my arm and I watched as Kiyoomi dragged us to a booth to throw darts at a wall of balloons.

I smiled as I grabbed my assigned darts, only to miss horribly each time. I laughed and shrugged easily but watched as Kiyoomi furrowed his eyebrows and took my place, grumbling. “Kiyoo?” I questioned as I watched him hand over some cash to the man running the stand.

“Color to color, right?” Kiyoomi ignored me and directed his question to the booth manager. I tilted my head in confusion as he lifted his hand to aim. I watched in awe as he hit every balloon perfectly and a small little alarm went off at the top of the booth signaling a perfect score.

I jumped up and down in excitement, my confusion easily forgotten as I felt a rush of adrenaline at his win. “Oh my god! You won!” I jumped in front of him excitedly, smiling widely and I swear I saw his eyes glimmer at my excitement.

“That one right there.” He pointed to the stuffed animal hanging above us. The pink and fuchsia fabric catching my attention as the booth worker pulled it down and put it into Kiyoomi’s hands. “You know,” Kiyoomi sighed, turning towards me as he turned the animal in his hands, looking at it, “you should have just said something.” I tilted my head at him, pausing my movements to analyze his. He was holding the stuffed animal out to me, presenting it like a gift. “I saw you looking at it, I know you wanted it.” He cleared his throat and brought his hand up to scratch his neck as I slowly took the stuffed animal and turned it around in my hands, analyzing it while a small smile grew on my lips. “I mean it’s kind of weird, but it’s for you.”

“It is not weird!” I exclaimed, holding the stuffed animal to my chest protectively. “It’s an axolotl and it’s adorable!” I exclaimed with offence. He raised his eyebrows at me in curiosity and amusement as I began to jump up and down again. “It’s so cute! Oh my god!” I squealed and hugged the stuffed toy even tighter. “Thank you thank you thank you!” I exclaimed, beaming up at him.

He coughed awkwardly, adjusting his mask as he looked away from me. “Re-relax,” he muttered, looking anywhere but at me as I refused to look away, “it was whatever.” He cleared his throat and I tried to calm myself down. The light blush that had begun to creep up my own cheeks was burning my skin as I realized that he was beginning to feel awkward with my attention so plainly on him like this.

“Did you want to…” I trailed off and tried to glance around the fair, trying to spot something that we could do next that wouldn’t cause him too much discomfort. He’d been nothing but accommodating to my whims and wishes that I wanted to pay him back a little for it.

My eyes locked on the spinning lights of the Ferris Wheel that I could see in the dimming sky, just over the tops of the booths. The idea was instantly pushed out of my mind, however, because as fun as it looked, as much as I wanted to go on it, I was scared it would be too much of a “couple thing” for him to want to do it with me.

“How about the Ferris Wheel?” He offered, interrupting my thoughts as he already started to guide me with an easy hand on my back towards the line for the ride. My eyes followed his movements carefully, a small smile tugging on my lips as I trailed after him. “There’s um, there’s less people up there,” he reasoned softly and I nodded along to him, not having the guts to protest the words.

When we got to the front of the line, he let me into the small cart first, pausing to speak quietly to the ride worker. When he slipped in next to me and shut and locked the door, I swear my breath caught in my throat.

I could feel the heat radiating off his body and wrapping around my own. His side created a soft pressure against mine and I watched his curls bounce lightly as he nodded at the ride worker. His curls looked so soft compared to his hardened outside personality, that mask of stoicism he wore.

“What did you say to him?” I questioned softly as the ride jerked to life, pushing us up towards the top.

“He was telling me that the fireworks were about to start.” He pulled his mask down under his chin and relaxed against the back of the cart, his arm lazily draped over the seat behind me. “I asked if he could make the ride go a little slower.” He smiled and tilted his head to look at me easily. “No need to look so surprised.”

I quickly realized that my jaw had dropped open and I was staring at him. “Sorry,” I laughed breathily as I looked away from him, the heat returning to my cheeks. “It’s quiet up here,” I mumbled, looking out at the lights of the fair, “it’s pretty.”

“You’re pretty.” My eyes widened at the compliment that seemed to float easily out of his mouth and my head snapped back to look at him. “I’m not taking it back,” he said quietly, eyes analyzing my shocked features. His cheeks, tinted a soft pink, were the only giveaway to his current nervousness. “Actually,” he cleared his throat and turned to face me directly, the cart rocking slightly as he did, “you’re beautiful. And I thoroughly enjoyed my time today.”

“I-” I swallowed the extra saliva in my mouth and had an issue keeping the eye contact he was holding as he leaned closer to me, a soft smirk on his lips. “I enjoyed my time as well,” I whispered, my grip tightening on the soft animal he’d won for me still in my grasp.

His hand came up to cup my face, his thumb brushing gently against my cheekbone and his eyes trailing its path. “Could I kiss you?” he whispered softly.

I nodded quietly, not trusting my voice to respond to him. I let my eyes flutter shut as he tilted my head up, angling it towards his.

The first pop of fireworks went off just as his lips fit against mine.

His lips were soft, warm, as they pressed against mine and my body instinctively leaned in more towards him. That warmth from his lips sparked like wildfire, spreading across my face and setting off fireworks in my stomach, mimicking the fireworks now going off in the sky. I pulled away in shock as the cart came to a stop at the top of the wheel.

“I may have also paid him to give us a couple minutes at the top while the fireworks went off,” he confessed as he took in my expression. I was watching the colors of the fireworks light up the sky, a blush spread across my cheeks.

“Are you a romantic after all?” I teased him lightly, but he just rolled his eyes and pulled me back towards him with a gentle hand on the back of my neck.

“Shut up and kiss me again,” he whispered against my lips and I happily obliged.

The cold air that brushed against my skin was a stark contrast to the warmth Kiyoomi provided me. One of my hands wound its way into his curls - as soft as I’d imagined - and the other kept hold of the plush toy he’d won for me that I was sure I’d never let go.

When he finally pulled away, he refused to take his arm from around me, using it to occasionally pull me in for another kiss. The fireworks going off in the sky made me smile at the movie-perfect moment.

“We should come back,” he suggested as we started to move back towards the ground again.

I tilted my head to lock eyes with him, smiling softly, “but you hate being at the fair.”

He shrugged his shoulders, “I can make an exception for you.” He smiled at my lit-up face, “it isn’t so bad when I’m alone with you.”

“Is that Omi-kun!?” I heard a voice shout from the ground and laughed as I saw a mess of orange hair pop up from above the crowd to look at us.

“I’ll pay you to make it go around again,” Kiyoomi said to the ride worker as we almost reached the bottom. I laughed as he nodded and sent us back up. Warmth filled my body as he kissed me again. “They’re annoying,” he grumbled.

He didn’t have to justify himself. I didn’t mind if we never got off the ride.

COMPATIBILITY ASSESSMENT

Why They Work: Each of them fulfills a different emotional need without asking the others to become someone they’re not. Endo brings movement and excitement, Togame brings stability and quiet reassurance, and Kazemi bridges the gap between them—understanding both the need for adventure and the need for peace. Strongest Shared Traits: Fiercely loyal once attached. Comfortable with quiet companionship. Affection shown more through actions than grand declarations. Most Important Difference: Endo seeks out the world; Kazemi and Togame are content letting the world come to them.

DOMESTIC OBSERVATIONS

Who Cooks: Togame handles actual meals. Kazemi likes baking or making little treats. Endo is banned from unsupervised kitchen experiments. Who Cleans: Kazemi and Togame naturally tidy as they go. Endo gets “assigned tasks.” Who Wakes Up First: Endo, mostly because he simply has an idea and refuses to wait. Who Says "I Love You" First: Endo. Kazemi says it quietly later. Togame says it through actions long before he ever says the words. Who Reaches for the Other's Hand Automatically: Endo reaches first; Kazemi and Togame unconsciously hold onto him once he does. A Completely Ordinary Day Together Looks Like: Hanging out at someone’s place, one person reading, one person scrolling on their phone, one person talking about something ridiculous. At some point they leave the house for snacks, despite two-thirds of the group insisting they didn’t want to go anywhere.

HISTORICAL RECORD

How They Meet: How They Fall in Love: Slowly, through shared space more than dramatic moments. The relationship grows from simply existing together until one day they realize they’ve become each other’s first choice. First Date: Accidentally wasn’t called a date until much later. First "I Love You": Endo blurts it out without planning to. The other two need more time—but they stay, which says enough. A Defining Relationship Moment: The moment Endo realizes the quiet girl he thought he had to coax out of her shell is, in fact, just as chaotic as he is once she feels safe. Their Future Together: A quiet life interrupted by very loud decisions.

ARCHIVE NOTES

Pet Names: Shared Hobbies: Reading together, wandering bookstores or convenience stores, sharing music, people-watching, and simply existing in the same space. Comfort Routine: No pressure to talk. Sitting together, sharing snacks, reading or doing separate activities side-by-side until conversation happens naturally. Gift-Giving Style: Endo: “I saw this and it reminded me of you.” Kazemi: Thoughtful little trinkets collected over time. Togame: Practical gifts that quietly solve a problem. Favorite Tiny Detail: Kazemi and Togame can communicate almost entirely through eye contact, which drives Endo absolutely insane because he is convinced they’re having full conversations without him.

ASSOCIATED MEDIA

Primary Playlist: "Supporting Women's Wrongs" Instagram Page: "It was like buy one get one free" Photo Album: Pictured | Yakijo ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Collected Works: "The Company We Keep" Associated Aesthetics: Chunky boots by the front door. Three convenience store drinks. A book left open on the couch. Someone’s hand reaching into frame. Lavender evenings. Convenience store lights. Oversized hoodies. Messy bookshelves. Found family. Soft grunge. Comfortable silence. Sudden bursts of laughter.

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COMPATIBILITY ASSESSMENT

Why They Work: They see the version of the other that existed before life hardened them. Where everyone else sees the intimidating gang member or the girl who keeps accepting pain, they remember the softer truths underneath. They become a refuge from the stories they tell themselves about being unworthy of love. Strongest Shared Traits: Fiercely loyal to the people they care about. Emotionally observant, even when they struggle to express themselves. Willing to carry burdens alone rather than inconvenience others. Most Important Difference: Togame believes he would ruin the people he loves; Kazemi believes being hurt is simply what she deserves.

DOMESTIC OBSERVATIONS

Who Cooks: Togame, or the two of them making something simple together. Who Cleans: Kazemi starts cleaning; Togame quietly finishes the parts she leaves half-done. Who Wakes Up First: Togame. Who Says "I Love You" First: Kazemi, accidentally, in a quiet moment she doesn’t realize is important. Who Reaches for the Other's Hand Automatically: Both. It’s become instinct before either of them notices. A Completely Ordinary Day Together Looks Like: Sitting in the same room doing separate things, sharing snacks, trading quiet comments, falling into comfortable silence, and eventually ending up leaning against each other without ever discussing it.

HISTORICAL RECORD

How They Meet: Childhood friends who grow up together before life eventually pulls them onto separate paths. How They Fall in Love: They reconnect years later to find that neither of them is quite the person they used to be. While Kazemi remains trapped in an unhealthy relationship, Togame quietly becomes the place she escapes to. Friendship turns into late nights, shared silence, and eventually a desperate friends-with-benefits arrangement that neither of them can honestly call casual. First Date: Neither of them is entirely sure which day counted. First "I Love You": Comes long after they both know. It slips out quietly and changes everything. A Defining Relationship Moment: One of them says, “You deserve better than me.” The other answers, “I deserve worse than you.” Their Future Together: Learning, slowly, that love is not something they have to survive. Building a quiet life where both of them can finally stop bracing for impact.

ARCHIVE NOTES

Pet Names: Shared Hobbies: Comfortable parallel play, late-night drives or walks, sharing music, existing quietly in the same space. Comfort Routine: Checking in after bad days, sitting together in silence, physical closeness without pressure, and the simple reassurance of “Text me when you get home.” Gift-Giving Style: Practical, thoughtful things. Replacing something that broke, bringing home a favorite snack, remembering tiny details the other person forgot mentioning. Favorite Tiny Detail: They communicate through touch almost as much as words—linked fingers, a hand on the shoulder, playing with each other’s hair, the unconscious habit of checking that the other person is still there.

ASSOCIATED MEDIA

Primary Playlist: "and I keep you" Instagram Page: “me and the bad bitch i pulled by being socially awkward…” Photo Album: Pictured | Joana ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Collected Works: "The Space We Kept" Associated Aesthetics: Hands • Hoodies • Bruises fading • Tangled limbs • Sleepy selfies • Half-hidden faces • Quiet intimacy • Dimly lit rooms • Purple hues • Touch-starved romance • Refuge

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COMPATIBILITY ASSESSMENT

Why They Work: Kiryu has spent most of his life watching Kazemi love people completely, often at her own expense. Over time he becomes uniquely skilled at recognizing when she is shrinking herself to survive. Rather than trying to change her, he quietly creates room for her to return to herself. Meanwhile, Kazemi offers Kiryu unwavering loyalty, warmth, and a kind of wholehearted affection that makes him feel trusted, needed, and deeply understood. Strongest Shared Traits: Deeply observant and emotionally intuitive. Fiercely loyal to the people they love. They find meaning in small moments that other people overlook. Most Important Difference: Kazemi’s instinct is to carry burdens alone. Kiryu’s instinct is to notice when she’s carrying them.

DOMESTIC OBSERVATIONS

Who Cooks: Both. Kiryu frequently uses food as an excuse to make sure Kazemi has actually eaten. Who Cleans: Kazemi accidentally starts six projects at once. Kiryu follows behind restoring order. Who Wakes Up First: Kiryu. Who Says "I Love You" First: Kazemi blurts it out accidentally. Who Reaches for the Other's Hand Automatically: Kiryu. A Completely Ordinary Day Together Looks Like: Kazemi arriving after work exhausted, immediately stealing Kiryu’s Switch and flopping onto his bed to check on her Stardew Valley farm. Kiryu pretends not to be emotional about the fact she voluntarily picked up a controller. The evening is spent sharing snacks, talking about nothing important, and existing comfortably in the same space.

HISTORICAL RECORD

How They Meet: They meet as children and immediately clash. Kazemi challenges boys to races, wins, gets teased for it, and learns how to be mean right back. Kiryu finds her suspicious, stubborn, sensitive, and impossible to ignore. Somehow they keep ending up beside each other anyway. How They Fall in Love: Over the course of years. Through school lunches, phone calls, shared history, heartbreaks, growing pains, and a thousand ordinary moments. Kiryu watches Kazemi slowly lose pieces of herself to criticism, insecurity, and bad relationships. Kazemi watches Kiryu become the one constant presence who never asks her to be smaller. First Date: Something so casual neither of them realizes it’s a date until afterward. First "I Love You": A confession that had been living in both of them for years before either was brave enough to say it aloud. A Defining Relationship Moment: The first time Kazemi laughs after failing a game level instead of freezing. To everyone else it’s two words and a snort. To Kiryu, it’s proof that a piece of her has come back. Their Future Together: A life built from a thousand tiny kindnesses. Grocery trips. Shared apartments. Matching outfits disguised as coincidences. Long phone calls. Flowers on random Tuesdays. A home where neither of them has to earn being cared for.

ARCHIVE NOTES

Pet Names: My Love. My Lover. Pretty Girl. Sunshine Shared Hobbies: Gaming together. Wandering cafés. Trying new drinks. Window shopping. Flower shopping. Talking for hours about nothing. Collecting little routines. Comfort Routine: Kazemi sprawled across Kiryu’s bed while he games nearby. Sometimes she’s playing too. Sometimes she’s just talking. One hand inevitably ends up tangled in her curls while they drift between conversation and comfortable silence. Gift-Giving Style: Kiryu: Notices what is missing. Replaces it before being asked. Buys matching shirts to create excuses for Kazemi to wear dresses. Makes care feel casual instead of transactional. Kazemi: Grand gestures. Handmade meals. Thoughtful surprises. Gifts that say, “I know you.” Favorite Tiny Detail: Kiryu secretly owns shirts that match several of Kazemi’s dresses and pretends this happened accidentally.

ASSOCIATED MEDIA

Primary Playlist: "The way you deserve to be loved" Instagram Page: "You look like you've eaten the sun." Photo Album: Pictured | Kimitsu ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Collected Works: "You Were Here" Associated Aesthetics: Shared drinks. Flowers. Tangled hands. Skating together. Sleepy couch cuddles. Grocery runs. Soft lavender. Sunsets. Healing love. Domestic romance. Handwritten notes. Sleepy cafes. Curly hair appreciation. Matching outfits. Learning to be cared for.

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COMPATIBILITY ASSESSMENT

Why They Work: Neither of them demands that the other be louder, softer, or easier to understand. They communicate through presence more than words, building trust in a thousand ordinary moments instead of dramatic declarations. Kazemi draws Kaji gently out of his shell, while Kaji offers a kind of quiet understanding that lets her simply exist without expectation. Strongest Shared Traits: Both value quiet companionship over constant conversation. Both show affection through consistency and small acts of care. Both are hopelessly awkward when it comes to realizing their own feelings. Most Important Difference: Kazemi’s warmth and emotional openness gradually pull Kaji into the world, while Kaji’s steadiness gives Kazemi a place to rest.

DOMESTIC OBSERVATIONS

Who Cooks: Kaji, usually. Kazemi helps and keeps him company. Who Cleans: Kaji starts cleaning; Kazemi joins in after insisting she “was about to do that.” Who Wakes Up First: Kaji. Who Says "I Love You" First: Kazemi… probably by accident. Who Reaches for the Other's Hand Automatically: Neither at first. Then one day Kaji does it without thinking and neither of them recovers. A Completely Ordinary Day Together Looks Like: Walking home after classes, stopping by the convenience store, sharing snacks and headphones, sitting somewhere quiet while Kazemi talks about whatever is on her mind and Kaji listens with the occasional small comment, both secretly thinking this is the best part of their day.

HISTORICAL RECORD

How They Meet: Two introverts end up sharing the same spaces often enough that silence becomes comfortable before conversation ever does. How They Fall in Love: Very, very slowly. Friendship comes first. Then they become each other’s default person—the one they save a seat for, wait for after things end, text first, and instinctively search for in a crowd. By the time either of them realizes it’s love, everyone else figured it out months ago. First Date: Neither of them realizes it’s a date until afterwards. Probably an aquarium trip or a local event they were “just going to together.” First "I Love You": Quietly. No grand confession. More likely it slips out through something smaller: “I always feel calmer when you’re here.” A Defining Relationship Moment: The day they realize that sitting together in comfortable silence has become the safest place either of them knows. Their Future Together: A life built from ordinary things: shared apartments, late-night convenience store runs, playlists traded back and forth, small routines, and the comfort of always having someone waiting beside you.

ARCHIVE NOTES

Pet Names: Mostly each other’s names. The occasional quiet nickname slips out when they’re alone. Shared Hobbies: Listening to music, concerts, wandering around the city, aquarium dates, late-night walks, people-watching, parallel play. Comfort Routine: Sitting together with shared headphones or simply existing in the same room while doing separate things. Gift-Giving Style: Small, thoughtful things. Favorite snacks. Trinkets that reminded them of each other. Songs added to a playlist without explanation. Favorite Tiny Detail: They both get flustered and look away at exactly the wrong moment, meaning neither of them ever actually sees the other blushing.

ASSOCIATED MEDIA

Primary Playlist: "Quiet Voices and Loud Music" Instagram Page: "some hearts understand each other even in silence" Photo Album: Pictured | Reki ˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ Collected Works: "Left Unsaid" Associated Aesthetics: Quiet train rides • Shared headphones • Lavender evenings • Bus stops after sunset • Aquariums • Concert crowds • Convenience store snacks • Parallel play • Friends to lovers

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