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tw: toxicity

“I don’t want to be with you anymore”

“what?” Ran whispers, just barely audible.

“you exhaust me, you tire me, i’m done”

it’s all a lie. obviously. you can’t get enough of him, your life is revolved around him, he is your joy and your sadness. he is your comfort after being your pain. and that’s what you have to run. run far away from it.

“don’t be ridiculous.”

but you’re not being ridiculous. the countless ex’s lined up in his contacts cause a whirlwind within your mind. a turmoil. the nights where he prioritises his friends and drugs and alcohol above you. you are not what comes to his mind when he thinks of love. or at least that’s what you think.

“I do not deserve this”

ran looks at you with dull eyes, reflecting his thoughts — ‘after everything…?’

“you’ve led me on, for so long, if I wasn’t the one you wanted, why did you stay with me? why did you stay?”

“but I love you. I want you.”

your mind goes back to the night where he raised his voice beyond a simple ‘outside voice’. where he stared at you whilst your eyes could have filled oceans. stared with nothing. the harsh words that spilled out his mouth were a string of daggers.

“you don’t love me. you never loved me”

again, the night of your anniversary crossed your mind. the night where he came home, drunk. slurring. with nothing but an empty beer bottle within his hands. you remember yesterday, when he bought his female friend that he’s particularly very and too close with, a dior perfume. no reason really — just to treat her.

“but I wouldn’t have been with you for so long if I didn’t want to be with you”

you sat there staring at him with your heart free, but aching. the night you both sat in the sleek back uber haunted your mind next. the utter silence that shrouded the car, rather than comfort, was a deafening ring in your ear. it was uncomfortable. you didn’t even share the same passions.

“I tried so hard for you” ran smirked, in disbelief.

you scoffed. the night after your last argument found its way into your mind — his hands creeped onto your waist, cold and uncomfortable. he whispered ‘i’m sorry’ into your ear. but you were laying besides him, turned away, silent, crying. his hands creeped down further. ‘what’s wrong baby?’ he’d whisper. he was your first everything, but he didn’t love you. a person who loved you wouldn’t treat you like this.

“you tried for everything but me, you didn’t love me, you just loved the idea of having me.”

ran just stared at you; facial expression unreadable.

“you didn’t love me. if you did love me, I wouldn’t feel hard to love. I wouldn’t feel like i’m begging for you”

the countless nights where you had to beg for a call back from him flashed by you. where he said he’d try and be better for you, but ignored all your pleas to call you back.

“you led me on”

“well i’ll always miss you-”

“cut the bullshit. don’t say anymore”

you gathered your things, and swiftly stood up.

“you were nothing but an obstacle in my life, I loved you so much, and you never ever made me feel understood or reciprocated that. ever”

he snickered as he watched your hard eyes. he grabbed the shot of alcohol and downed it.

“alright darling”

darling. well. you’ve left all that behind now.

—————————————————————————

Ran Haitani was sat on the stone wall, glancing over at the relatively vacant streets, simply reflecting on his day. it was a peace of his mind and a routine of his.

and usually, he’d be undisturbed by the people below but tonight was a bit different. you had just exited the small convenience store nearby your just as small apartment; upon seeing ran, you chose violence.

flinging a minuscule pebble at him to gain his attention, you smiled a bit too brightly on mundane and prosaic night for his liking.

“why’re you smiling so brightly for?”

“sorry ran, I didn’t know it was a sin for me to smile!”

“never said that”

despite his monotonous tone of voice, he helped you up onto the wall.

ran and yourself had been friends for what seemed like years now. there was an unexplainable connection. romantic or platonic? it was something the two of you failed to establish since the very beginning of high school. but maybe you wanted more.

“it’s been a while sweetcheeks”

ran smirked at you, knowing you hated the stupid nicknames he gave you.

“sure has, fathead” you retaliated smartly.

“your boyfriend been mistreating you?”

“now what imaginary boyfriend have you decided to place in my life?” you snickered.

“well with the way you’ve been avoiding me like the plague-”

“now come on,” you cut him off, “if anything, I’ve been running away from you”

“come on, you know I don’t bite”

“ran, you’ve been giving me an extraordinary amount of attitude these days”

“because you haven’t been giving me attention”

“I’m in uni now for God’s sake you numpty”

“let’s not be mean now, you’re hurting me feelings”

he dramatically put his hand to his heart and dropped his head onto your shoulder. he then looked up at you.

the moonlight didn’t fail to cast a surreal glow upon your cryptic beauty. and despite the insults you continuously threw his way, he never took his eyes off of you.

although you didn’t know where you two stood, he knew very well how he’s been feeling for you. he longed for you. he craved for you.

“hey,” he poked the side of your head and you didn’t retaliate in a futile manner this time yet you gave him a longing stare.

“I think I’m in love with you”

and the two of you sat there in a comfortable silence.

“since high school” you began, “I think I’ve loved you since then”

and you don’t know how the conversation eventually led to this, maybe it was the ethereal feeling that hung lowly and discreetly in the air but it pushed ran to this.

“you don’t understand, I want you so unexplainably bad, all to myself”

“all yours, ran”

“all of you?”

“all of me.”

and there you both sat, for another few minutes or so. taking each other in, appreciating each other like no one else could. knowing you were both shaped for each other. he wouldn’t mind making this part of his daily routine too.

Ran accompanied you on the way home from a wretched day of work. your endless yapping plagued his ear.

“baby, please”

you cocked your head up towards your husband and your face instantly morphed into one of disgust.

“please what?”

“shhhhh” he brought his slender finger up to your lips.

you were too baffled to even speak, that was until you did.

“nope, I don’t think you’re talking to me, try again”

ran returned that same face of disgust and pinched your lips shut together.

“I am talking to you, mrs”

you imitated the sound of incorrect buzzing. this got him to laugh.

“you’re so childish-”

“no way the manchild is calling me childish.”

continuing to walk, he grabbed your purse and held it for you. he flashed you a boyish grin, the same one you’ve known since forever.

“a manchild wouldn’t do this,”

and that silenced you. you resorted to admiring his sharp features reflecting the intimate pink of the setting, autumn sky.

rummaging through your purse, he whipped out your plumping gloss.

“want me to help you put it on?” you smiled with wicked intent casted all over your face.

“what is it?”

“it’s lip balm, you need some anyways”

he struck a look of annoyance at you and retaliated by flicking your forehead.

“whatever, I don’t need your stinky help.”

as grown as your husband likes acting, he was a child at heart — he expressed it endlessly when he was with you, which was one of the multitude of reasons he wifed you.

using the wand to apply the plumping gloss, he slapped his lips together in satisfaction, throwing it back in your purse.

and he was satisfied. satisfied before his face instantly was mutilated into one of horror.

“why’s it burning, y/n”

you let out an ugly cackle in the middle of the relatively quiet road. you smacked his back and tears had been brought to your eyes.

“you’re laughing and my lips are being burned off right in front of your eyes?”

he attempted to lick it off, but it just started tingling his tongue instead.

“I swear I’m never touching your stuff again”

he started violently rubbing the sticky substance off his mouth and spat at you.

“RAN. that’s disgusting”

“yeah this burning on my lips is also disgusting.”

despite his state, he enjoyed seeing you laughing because of him. even when you’ve had such a bad day at work. he’d burn down the world if it meant you could laugh like that. but he’d never let you know that.

“want me to kiss it better?” you mocked him.

“yeah, I do actually”

and that caught you off guard.

“gosh, I always have to baby you”

reguardless, you put your hands on his chest and gently placed your lips on his.

whilst it was a quick kiss, your lips immediately healed his.

“damn maybe I’ll put some more on”

“you’ll get my kisses either way” you giggled at his determination.

to that, he smiled brightly - and only for you. grabbing your waist to steal more from you.

Kuroo had volleyball practice after school today and had kindly asked you to stay and watch him the entirety of the time. if dragging you and begging you counts as kindly anyways.

“y/n why are you making that face” he whined.

“I’m tired tetsu”

“what you’re not enjoying my awesome guns in action?”

he flexed his arms and smirked smugly but you could only reciprocate that with a sickened face.

“don’t do that.” he said distraught.

he took his seat next to you and nudged you.

“what now?”

“you can go home, if that’s what you want”

despite your cold attitude and persistent complaints, that was just a facade to hide your clinginess.

“I don’t wanna”

he gawked at you, but that face was mutilated into a look of annoyance.

“make up your mind lady”

“I said I don’t want to, egg”

“you’ve fallen for my charms I see”

“whatever you want to think pretty boy”

“I knew you loved me, it’s fine” he brought his face suspiciously closer to yours and had a devious smile on. with instinct, you immediately slapped his face away — the connection could’ve made anyone cry.

the whole hall went silent.

yaku broke that silence, bursting into laughter, in tears. kenma couldn’t help but let out a snicker himself.

kuroo covered his face without a word. panicked, you held his face and rocked it side to side thinking that would make him feel better.

“i’m—”

“he’s speaking!” you rejoiced, but it was short-lived.

“I’m going to kill you”

kuroo got up with such melodrama, it silenced everyone yet again. in defence, you ran behind kenma who immediately got out the way.

“fight your own battles, y/n”

“tetsu! RELAX”

“relax?! you’ve hurt my pride!”

“SPARE ME”

“should I spare them, kenma?”

“why do I always have to be involved in your silly couple arguments?”

both you and kuroo stared at kenma.

“ewwww, that’s disgusting, I have a girlfriend!”

kuroo fake gagged and you kicked his bum.

“shut up. you know damn well no girl wants your ass”

“yeah but I know you do”

kenma pulled a face and walked off sighing.

“pfft that’s funny.”

“funny. yeah. do you want to go out with me this weekend?” he said abruptly.

ears reddening, you crossed your arms and studied his movements. his own ears turned pink and he just averted his eyes. you could tell despite his outrageous ego, he was skittish.

“now why would I say no?”

“see, I told you I knew you loved me.”

“I swear I’m going to kick your ass again.”

“sorry ma’am”

Sure thing my queen 🙏🙌!!

(I am hoping for my lovely shy boys request come in soon before i tweak out.) BUT no pressure darling!! 🫡😘

YALL IM DROWNING IN THESE STUDIES BRO 😫 ITS GONNA TAKE ME SO LONG but for you guys… I will deliver.

ESPECIALLY RIN.

🙏🙏😭

Hope your doing well! Waiting for ya everday 😘😍