Pining After You pt. 5 [hc]
Sorry I haven’t posted any of these today! I was working on the Kuroo chapter for Elixir! If you haven’t checked it out yet but enjoy my writing, you can click here to read the prologue! Today’s boys are brought to you in part by Anon’s requests!
Kuroo;
As pretty as Kuroo was, you’d think that he’d have no problems going after what he wanted
But really, he kinda sucks at feelings.
He first met you at Uni at a college party, thought you were hot but left it at that.
Until he started seeing you at every. Single. Party.
Never at the beginning, either. Always always always after he had finished hooking up with some rando in the bathroom.
Then he’d feel so guilty for even doing that because you always had this knowing grin that made shame brew at the pit of his gut despite the two of you never exchanging words previously.
When he realizes this little pattern, all bets are off and he stops fucking every one with legs and instead, kidnaps you to be beer pong partners. You agreed for reasons unknown to him. You totally knew what he was doing at every party and you wanted in
Now every weekend, no matter which party you happened to run into each other, the two of you were always paired up and kicked everyone’s ass at it. “You know, we really should just start coordinating beforehand,” was his corny way of asking for your number.
He never texts you—he wants the basis of whatever relationship you end up having to not solely be built on partying.
A year goes by without him ever sending a text, until you sent one first. “...are you in Ayanase’s Org Chem lecture right now?” How tf did you know that 💀💀💀 “look to your left.”
Kuroo takes the seat to your right while lecture starts and, while chem was definitely right up his alley, the only chemistry he wanted to understand was the chemistry between the two of you.
Fr it’s like his prayers were answered when you both ended up in this lecture because he can finally stop showing up at parties that got busted without ever seeing you.
Tuesday’s became his favorite day because he got to sit next to you in that cold lecture hall. He always brought an extra hoodie for you just in case.
Y’all never pay attention. Instead, you sit all the way in the back, sharing his laptop and ear buds to watch another episode of Parks & Rec. pls don’t actually do this, pay attention in school.
As the semester progresses, so does the nature of your relationship. It starts with subtle touches like your arms being all too close to each other, to him wrapping a leg around yours to “keep you warm”
Homies not exactly subtle.
The end of semester left him feeling empty—how was he supposed to get through Tuesday’s without you?!
But he never knew what to say to you, so he never sent you a text. Kuroo doesn’t handle rejection well.
But he misses the way you’d start to nod off in the middle of an episode during your hour long lecture and rest your head against his shoulder
Or the way you’d try to nestle into his chest over the arm rest trying to find warmth
His favorite memory of you was when you had once accepted his old Nekoma track jacket that was entirely too big for you and you all but drowned in the cloth.
Wait you still had that jacket.
Using it as an excuse to reach out to you, he sends a text to confirm his suspicions. “You’re just now asking about it?” You replied. “I took it so you’d actually have a reason to talk to me.”
Oya?
“And why would you want me to talk to you?” This instigating mother—
“Probably cause I’ve wanted you to screw me for the last year but nooooo you wanted to play coy.”
“I mean, that could be arranged but at least let me take you to dinner first.”
Smooth mfer.
Terushima;
This dude is the BIGGEST fucking simp/tool combination, istg.
He’s the farthest away from being subtle when it comes to you.
And, unfortunately for you, being Misaki’s best friend often put you in the line of fire both directly and indirectly.
If you weren’t present, Terushima would bombard Misaki with questions like, “where’s my future wife, [name]?”
“Avoiding you.” 💀
But these comments never deterred him because he genuinely was head over heels for you.
His favorite thing about you tried to pretend that he didn’t have an effect on you.
Terushima knew better.
The way you licked your lips from a suddenly dry mouth when he would spare lewd comments your way
The way blood and heat would paint your cheeks red in embarrassment from said lewd comments
The way your eyes softened yet shone like diamonds when he said he loved you.
Terushima always laid it on waaaay too thick. “Wanna see where else I’m thick?” 🤡
But when he wasn’t making dirty jokes at your expense, he truly was endearing.
Even if you were just walking by to your own second year classroom, he made sure to go into the hall and tell you how beautiful you looked that day.
Before he left the school everyday, he made sure to leave you a note in your shoe locker, reminding you to have a good day when you found the note.
Teru always has extra cash on hand in case you forget your lunch and need to buy a snack. Not that you would ever have a reason to approach him if that were the situation, but he held onto his hopes.
When you would occasionally join Misaki for practice, he would always always walk with you.
But after spring prelims, the reality sets in that Misaki is no longer going to be manager and you had no reason to attend practice anymore.
The thought actually scares Terushima, like he’s never going to see you ever again even though you both had one more year of school.
The both of you attend Misaki’s graduation—you to support your bestie, and him just to spend one more day with you and her.
Before parting ways, he stops you, grabbing both of your hands with his own. “I’m gonna miss you.” He says with all seriousness.
“Teru,” he doesn’t miss the nickname, “I’m just going to be down the hall from you. I’m not dying.”
“Yeah but now you’re never going to be at practice or our matches and I’m never gonna see you again.”
“How am I supposed to be your future wife if you’re giving up now?”
Oikawa;
Lmao this guy
Is so actually bad at feelings it’s laughable
He lives in complete and utter denial about his feelings for you, which contributes to him engaging with his fan club and him being a serial dater
Oikawa can’t be single, otherwise his thoughts float back to entertaining the thought of you two dating.
But the thought is always present in the back of his mind because it’s not necessarily entertaining, per se. it’s closer to the idea that Oikawa literally fantasizes about you.
He imagines it was your hand holding his when he would walk his now ex-girlfriend to class, or its you asking how his day is going, if his knee is hurt, and how his university entrance exam studies were going.
Nobody understood where the obsession came from or when it started. All that his friends knew is that if he saw you on his way to practice, he was even more intense than he normally was.
Iwaizumi is the first one to figure how his little obsession when Oikawa came by every day to pick him up from class to walk to club together. The captain would always stare a little longer beyond the doors and casually wait until you exited behind before falling a few steps behind you.
“Do...you want me to introduce you two?” Iwaizumi asks with confused hesitance—he’d never seen his best friend like this.
“I can do that myself, Iwa.” He retorts with fake confidence, like it was so stupidly obvious that could just walk up and talk to you and that he didn’t need to be introduced but he totally did.
The first time you ever talk was thanks to Iwaizumi’s interference, of course. The ace had asked if he could join her for lunch, knowing Oikawa always sat with him.
“Nice to officially meet you!” Was the first thing you had said to him that day. He remembers it, but he remembers noticing your nose cranked in authenticity just a little bit more.
“Officially?”
“Kinda hard to talk to someone when they’re too busy indulging in their fans.” Oikawa wanted to pull back the skin on his fingertips until his bones were showing—he had never imagined nor wanted to hear those words from your lips. In some way, shape, and form, he was the reason you were weary to approach him.
He stops doing it immediately. No more fan pictures, no more talking with them before matches—he was serious about you.
Knowing what his endgame was, Iwaizumi invites you to watch a match, which lights a fire under Oikawa’s ass and he doesn’t stop until Seijoh takes straight sets.
“I’m surprised I didn’t get murdered when you gave me a hug after the match.” You muse as you took up Oikawa’s offer to walk you home afterward.
“I’m sorry about that by the way,” he all but splutters, “I just get really excited when—“
“I’m not complaining! I’m just saying, I could feel at least three people wanted me dead when they saw that.”
“They’d have to get through me first.”
Mattsun;
Alright so this ones kind of a prequel to Mattsun being a dad
But you’re definitely on the meme team see: Pining After You pt.2
Mattsun has been in love with you since first year, even more so the closer the two of you got in second year.
It was easier and more natural than breathing and, he supposed, it was due much to your flirtatious nature.
You’re so comfortable with him and Makki that as you walked them to their club room, you were always holding their hands while you walked between them, swaying them in almost childlike wonder.
After succeeding in your daily mission, you’d kiss each of their cheeks. Always Makki first, which was what prompted him to think you preferred the shorter of the duo. But he swears he’s imagining when you press you lips closer and closer to his each day.
He noticed the day you stopped doing it for Makki, opting for only kissing him before you leave.
But insecurities always prevented him from ever asking why—you and Makki were a perfect fit. Why in the hell would you like him?
When you came to watch matches, he pretends he doesn’t notice the way you cheer for him three times more than you do for his best friend and pretends even harder that it doesn’t bring him satisfaction.
By third year, you’d grown tired of overtly displaying your affections for the man.
Mattsun pretends his heart doesn’t break when you stop walking him to practice, or holding his hand, or kissing him on the corner of his mouth. Maybe you and Makki finally sealed the deal?
The two of you distance yourselves, and he pretends he doesn’t see the way you’re nearly in tears every time you look at him.
“Dude, you need to fucking talk to her.” Makki says adamantly, all humor gone in his expression.
“Why me?”
“She’s upset because you won’t fucking ask her out when she’s been trying for the last year.”
Clown
“Wait you guys aren’t dating?” Or ffs.
“I know we’re kinda dumb, Mattsun, but you are BIG dumb.”
After class, he waits for you. No Makki, just him. He couldn’t tell what emotions were at the forefront of your expression; a cross between fear, relief, and joy.
“Is it true?” He doesn’t have time nor the patience to beat around the bush anymore, not for the sake of his sanity. “You’ve been waiting for me to confess?”
“Please don’t tell me you just now realize that?”
“...”
“Please don’t tell me Makki had to tell you for to realize that?”
“...”
“Oh for the love of god, Mattsun.”
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