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Best part is, sorcer!reader’s strongest skill has to do with ‘music magic’ ( like Sinister!Strange vs our Strange in M.O.M ) so it just ends with them having a wild goose chase with the music notes, etc etc

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You were the literal definition of a delinquent.

At least, that’s what the parents and teachers in your middle school used to say about you.

Tsukishima’s first impression of you happened when you first transferred to his class, having jumped a grade because you got exceptionally good grades for the last term exams. You were quiet and introverted, not unpleasantly so, but he could tell you didn’t seem to like to the idea of being pulled out of your previous class only to be dumped in one where you didn’t know anyone — who would?

Tsukishima’s next impression of you was you yelling at someone from The King’s class.

He hadn’t quite arrived in time, but he managed to get the gist of the situation with you shouting about how insolent the poor boy was. At first, he just wanted to ignore it, move on with his day and pretend this never happened; but he also realised that, unfortunately, he had a reputation to hold being in the volleyball team. Daichi would kill him if he got another strike of being overly ignorant.

So he stepped in to break you both apart.

What he absolutely did not anticipate was the “Shut up Tsukki.” flying out of your mouth without a second thought. The blonde felt his eyebrow twitch as he refrained from punching you in the your stupid little head. Next to him, he heard Yamaguchi snicker and giggle, scowl deepening at his best friend’s reaction. Alas, he still had to hold his tongue. As he walked away, your shouts of insult echoed through the hallway; only making him more agitated.

This wasn’t the first occasion either. It was around a month into the new school year when Tsukishima came to the conclusion that you really, really did not like anyone. Although he couldn’t phantom why, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were actually alright on the inside. Maybe you were just angry short person — maybe you weren’t — but why did he have to keep running into you??

He could’ve sworn that he and you kept crossing paths every other day ( even outside of school he swore he saw your face among the crowds of store clerks and customers! ) too. It was a little unnerving to him, feeling as though he was either hallucinating or being stalked. Ugh; what a girl you were: harsh and loud to literally everyone around you. Not only that but you even told him to shut up. Him! Usually Kei Tsukishima was the one telling others to shut up — mainly Yamaguchi but still.

One night, as he laid awake in his bed, he began thinking about you again. The more he thought about you, the more frustrated he got. Why were you like this? Did you really hate everyone? Did you really hate him— wait. Why did he care if you hated him? Suddenly, all the month’s worth of frustration and irritation hit him like a truck.

Did he..?

Did he love you..?

No. There was no way. Just because you were different…just because you were so freaking adorable whenever you got angry…because you were the only one that stood up to him…

“FUCK!”

Shooting up in his bed, the blonde slammed his fists on the the blanket beside him. Looking to his bedside drawer, he put on his glasses and switched on his phone; dialling your number. It was only 11PM, surely you wouldn’t be asleep yet right?

You hadn’t. You too were staring up at your ceiling when your phone rang next to you.

“Hello?”

“______________? I need to talk to you.”

You stayed silent for a few seconds in confusion. The sound of Tsukishima’s breathing coming fast and softly through the speaker.

“…right now? Why?”

“BECAUSE—“ you yank the phone away from your ear in surprise before hearing him clear his throat and start again, “because…I like you okay? Like, like-like you. I know you probably hate me for always getting in your way and stuff but—“

“Wait wait wait.” You cut him off, excitement beginning to bubble up through your throat, “You like me? You don’t think I’m rude or arrogant?”

A soft, relieved chuckle escaped the latter, “I used to, but that’s what I like about you I think.”

“Really~? Then maybe I can give you a chance Mr.Tsukishima.”

So I was listening to nabillera by Hyuna and I had this image of a roommate au

So basically everyone at the age of 18 in college is given a roommate and reader who is a famous gamer has a little crush ( Osamu ) and he just so happens to be their roommate-

I am very big brain

Hello there again :)) I really enjoyed writing this ask!! So thank you for sending it in :D and I hope you enjoy reading !

- Chicken with Osamu -

Osamu Miya likes to pride himself on a lot of things. He likes to pride himself that he’s good at cooking, that he has a strong will and that his determination to be the best version of himself cannot be matched. He also likes to pride himself over the fact that he beat his twin in almost every single Super Smash Bros match they played.

He’d say he’s pretty good at that game.

That was until he met you. You were just supposed to be a simple, average college student that ended up being his roommate… you were also apparently a famous twitch streamer, he had forgotten what you told him your username was, but what he was quick to learn was that you were ridiculously good at playing games — one of those being Super Smash Bros ( who could blame you? It was a really popular game! ).

It started with little jabs at each other about who was truly the best gamer. “I’d totally wreck your ass with someone as small as Kirby.” You’d tell him cockily, leaving him to squint his eyes at you, offering a sarcastic scoff in return. Then it continued to small challenges; bets on who would be cooking dinner that night, or who would clean up the dorm you both were assigned to depending on whoever won the usual set of ‘best of three’. Thing is, Osamu always lost. He swore he was losing hair at the rate by which you consistently beat him level by. Stupid. Level.

As of now, it was an almost nightly thing; a game night, if you would. You and your roommate sat on the carpeted floor, backs resting on the sofa behind you as your fingers mashed at the buttons and joystick on your controllers. “come on come on come onnnn—FUCK!!” The dark haired male cried out as you cackled triumphantly, “No— I can’t believe this— shut up _________ stop laughing!!” he whined, tossing a couch pillow at you. “Ha… I’m — I’m sorry Samu~” you choked out between giggles, “you don’t look very sorry.” He grumbled, putting down his controller and getting up to make dinner — again.

“But I ammmmm!” You announced from where you were still seated to your shared kitchen, “You know I love you~” you teased, not realising that as you got up and headed to your room to stream, you failed to notice the bright red blush Osamu was sporting at your nonchalant comment.

~~

Osamu knew you were streaming, that most likely meant you had your headphones on and wouldn’t hear him knocking — so he didn’t, it wasn’t like he was barging in on anything bad anyways, your webcam was placed away from the door so he wouldn’t be in frame when he entered. Time for some payback. He decided, taking your plate of red roe onigiri on the corner of your desk, “Dinner is served my love~” he declared cheekily, holding a raised brow at your flustered expression before heading out of the room seemingly unbothered.

You swore your face was flaming. It didn’t help that your chat was graciously spamming you with questions about what they all had just heard clear as day:

‘Omg do you have a boyfriend??’

‘Who was that guy? ;)’

‘Show us the boyfriend!!’

God… you were somewhat thankful your face was only half in frame as you politely declined answering all the questions you could read while they zipped by, reasoning that it was a ‘private matter you would attend to later on’ ; it seemed to calm them down for the time being, but knowing your fan base, it would be maybe about a few days? ( maybe hours?? ) before conspiracy theories and edits and the like would be posted about you on every social media platform.

That night you ended your stream with your face in your hands; a silent groan escaping you as you pouted at the empty plate on your desk. The food was amazing, it always was, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty for always forcing Osamu to cook for you — even if he lost fair and square. Truth be told, you’ve liked the guy, ever since you saw him and his twin, Atsumu, and you were beyond excited ( and nervous ) when you heard that you two would be bunking together for the rest of your final semester.

Your comment about loving him slipped out so easily it kinda scared you even, everything felt so…domestic from the beginning; whether that’d be Osamu cooking dinners amongst other meals for you, or you helping out with the cleaning and tidying whenever he was away at practice. He was probably joking when he said what he said, “A taste of your own medicine”, he’d say. The next day, the both of you pretended nothing happened. It felt like a dream of some sort, but you swear it was a real happening that occurred.

A couple weeks pass and you frown when you see the takeout container in Osamu’s hand. “No game-night tonight?” You frown deeper, giving him the biggest puppy eyes you could to trick him into giving in; but your roommate held his stance. “Nope. I hate to admit it, but I’m tired of you beating me over and over again; hell, we even played so many different games and I still lost!” A tiny grin breaks its way out of your grumpy facade, causing him to smile too, “Stop it~! I can’t believe the great ____________ is bullying me~!” he cries dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes for effect; you giggle.

“I wouldn’t have to if you weren’t so bad at literally every single game Samu.” There’s a challenge in your voice, and even though the younger twin is tired of losing, he still was too stubborn to back down from such an obvious invitation. “Name your price.” He countered, a sharp glint in his eyes you couldn’t have mistaken for anything other than determination. “It’s up to the winner,” You shrug, turning your back to him as you begin to head to your room, “a game of chicken.” and with that, you smile knowingly, shutting your door behind you and leaving a stunned Osamu Miya frozen for a good amount of time.

~~

This was by far the worst game of chicken you had ever encountered.

It started with the both of you throwing in occasional flirty comments and pet names here and there, careful not to overdo it in case it got too expected — which it did, so you had to step up your game. You moved onto subtle, feather-like fleeting touches that would drive your usually unphasable roommate crazy; purposely brushing up against him when you needed to get something in your ridiculously tiny kitchen, or making sure to bump shoulders with him every game night you guys had, saying it was ‘mini-sabotage’.

Osamu too, stepped up his game after that. Randomly cooking your favourite foods for meals other than dinner ( those meals were exclusively reserved for times he wasn’t forced to cook. ) , leaving his spare warm up sweaters that he knew you enjoyed snuggling in because they were baggy and loose on you at home and nearby your room so you could steal them, and even cleaning up your gaming setup for you when you were too tired from classwork to do so; giving it a nice wipe down before spritzing it with a light spray of sanitizer.

You both forgot about the game after a while, enjoying the company the other had given with immense joy. Then Atsumu came over. He claimed that Suna had kicked him out for being a slob, but a part of you knew deep down that it was really because he missed his brother. What you didn’t expect though, was him commenting on how you and his twin seemed to get along very well, clearly hinting at how he “knew you both were dating” ( if the wiggling of those blonde eyebrows had anything to say about it ). You flushed at the fox’s comment, looking towards Osamu for him to flat out deny it.

It saddened you that you knew your little trick was up, that he’d either hate you forever; or that it would become insanely awkward for the good few months you had left as roommates. But to everyone’s surprise — even Osamu’s — the darker haired male was silent. A pale dusting of pink crossed across his pale features, and he said nothing to disagree with what his brother had assumed.

“I fucking knew it.” Atsumu grinned, “I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!” he all but screeched, almost jumping up and down on the spot as he smiled widely and wildly at the both of you. During the whole ordeal, you tugged on Osamu’s sleeve, causing him to look at you shyly, “Really?” you asked him directly, hopeful, “Really.”

Maybe that game of chicken wasn’t as bad of an idea as you thought it was after all.

( at some point in the beginning they bullied reader in middle school )

Hello again! Thank you for sending one about two of my favourite bois ;) <3

Sakusa !

At first, Kiyoomi didn’t recognise you.

Something about you had seemed familiar, but he couldn’t put his finger on it; you were quiet and timid, always keeping to yourself unless someone had approached you first. Still, he felt a pull at his heart strings when he started noticing you isolating yourself during lunches or breaks, even going to the extent of peeping around corners secretively to confirm that no one was watching you.

As the weeks had gone by, Sakusa hadn’t even realised how curious you were making him. He couldn’t help but notice how such a lovely and helpful — albeit shy — person still had no friends despite being at their school for about a month since you came in. It confused him, both as to why you refused to make friends on your own and why you were so dead-set on having lunch on your own.

Until he saw Komori hanging around with you during lunch.

His cousin seemed very close to you from the get-go, only heightening the Ace’s curiousity; it wasn’t as if Komori was the worst person to talk to, it was just that he hadn’t expected the brunette to approach you out of the blue — considering you were in his classroom, not Komori’s. Alas, Kiyoomi did suppose it was better for him to satiate his curiosity since he could ask Motoya. Which is what he did, not expecting the latter’s eyes to widen, dropping his volume to a mere whisper before asking him slowly:

“Sakusa. Doesn’t the name __________ ___________ ring any bells?” And then it hit him.

Memories of a younger him ranting about you to Komori came flooding back to him; how he commented on how you seemed to scarf down however many rice balls they were given during field trips, or how you’d offer to finish off the last of the halloween candy if the teachers had any spare treats left over. He never taunted you straight to your face, obviously. In fact, he never exactly ‘taunted’ you per say either, all he did was tell his cousin his thoughts in a very ‘matter-of-a-factly’ tone if you were to ask him.

However, one day, you just so happened to eavesdrop around the corner from where Kiyoomi and Motoya were talking. The ravenette’s back was towards you, so he hadn’t noticed your arrival as he continued to rant and make harshly true comments about your eating habits. Komori on the other hand, noticed you immediately. He felt bad that you had to stand there and listen to his cousin’s entire monologue, but he dared not interrupt it unless he himself wanted to face the wrath that is Sakusa Kiyoomi. He did give him a lot of shit for it afterwards though.

Guilt unfolded through the present day Kiyoomi. Finally he had satiated his curiousity, finding out why you seemed to have such a hold on him from the time you entered his class as a new student until now. But in doing so, he hadn’t realised he may have affected your future. Komori told him to apologise, but he had refused at the time, saying that it was nothing but the cold truth. Man… he felt like such a jerk now.

The next day, Kiyoomi offered to go and find you in Komori’s place. Not one to leave things unfinished, he felt the sudden urge to talk to you and straighten things out ( the guilt would eat him alive if not ), and so, he did. Finding you hidden away from the public on the school rooftop was easy enough, but when he asked to speak with you, he couldn’t help but feel a bit saddened by how you didn’t seem to remember him all that well. Nonetheless, he apologised immediately, waiting for your reply.

“I’m…really sorry, but what’re you apologising for?”

That hit him like a punch in the gut. You really didn’t remember him? Was it maybe something subconscious then? Now Sakusa just felt stupid. “You really do not remember me do you?” He snapped, fruitlessly trying to keep the insult out of his voice, eyebrow twitching when you slowly shook your head. “I’m Sakusa Kiyoomi from middle school, I’m Komori’s cousin, I’m sure you’ve heard of him at least?” It was like a lightbulb had fizzled up above your head then, expression going from confused to embarrassed almost instantly.

“Oh.”

“Yes. Now there, I apologised.”

“Uhm— thanks..?” You nodded awkwardly, not quite sure what to say to his behaviour, “That’s all? I apologised for telling the truth and all you can say is ‘thanks’?” you squint at him. “The truth hurts Sakusa-san. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but if you really think you can come back and mock me more than you already have—“ That caught Kiyoomi’s attention. “Mock you? When did I ever do that?”

Now it was your turn to look absolutely astonished.

“When have you ever— Sakusa-san, are you telling me all those times I heard you telling Motoya about how unhealthy I am and how I need to stop eating so much before I get a 100 cavities weren’t to insult me?”

“No?”

“I— what? What were they for then?” You ask cautiously, “For your well-being, what else?” you paused for a moment, thinking that over. And then you understood it… a small, quiet laugh bubbling out of your throat while Kiyoomi looked at you like you were insane. “Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You chuckled, slightly relieved, “You, are absolutely terrible at talking to or about people.”

Tsukishima !

Kei will be honest. When you both grew up together, he was a pretty big asshole towards you. He called you petty little names such as “stubby” or “fatty” since you were a little on the plus-side when you first met.

However— the only reason he continued it was because you didn’t seem to mind; it wasn’t like you ever told him off, or told him that it hurt you, so naturally, he assumed it was just a touch of harmless bickering between the two of you. Safe to say that when you had moved away after middle school, he was rather surprised that you slowly stopped keeping in contact with him.

When highschool rolled around, Tsukishima was inwardly delighted when he spotted you sitting peacefully in the back corner of his classroom. Heading over to you, his excitement was crushed when you straight-up frowned at his presence.

“_________?” He asked with concern, wondering if he had done something wrong. “Go away Tsukishima.” You spat, pushing yourself back into whatever textbook you happened to be reading at the time; sensing that you were in a bad mood, Kei decided to trust your wishes and leave you alone for the day. Days turned into a week before he couldn’t take it any longer. You were ignoring him on purpose : refusing to walk down the same hall as him, trying to outdo him in everything academic, hell, even bloody passing messages to Yamaguchi if you ever needed to say something to him.

Enough was enough, the blonde thought; rushing over to where you stood at your locker and dragging you by your arm to somewhere more private.

“Tsukishima what the fu—“

“What did I do ____________?”

“What?”

“What the fuck did I do to piss you off?? You’re the one that dropped contact with me all those years ago!” Tsukishima nearly shouted, frustration about losing a childhood friend bubbling up in his throat like bile. “Hah—“ you huffed, tugging at your sleeves, “I don’t know? Maybe fucking bullying me every day when we were kids?? Man I wish I realised it earlier, would’ve dropped your toxic ass.”

Tsukishima saw red.

“Bullied you?! ____________ are you crazy?!?”

“Oh great! First you make me feel insecure about my body, and now you try to gaslight me into thinking that I’m crazy!! Amazing Tsukishima!” You clap your hands sarcastically, swinging your head in one round from shoulder to shoulder as you look at him, fuming. “Made you feel insecure about your— wait,” The blonde paused his screaming abruptly, “do you mean all those times I called you ‘fatty’ ?”

“Obviously! Who in their right mind would enjoy being called that??” You respond, volume also lowering at his confusion. “I don’t know?? You never said anything!” Kei countered, raising his arms in a defensive position as he looked at you, “I was too shy! It’s hard to tell someone who’s twice your height not to do something yknow!” you argue back, tears now threatening to spill over your lashline at all those memories about how you used to cry yourself to sleep some nights, or how you used to cringe whenever you looked at yourself in mirrors or photos.

Tsukishima noticed this too, silently coming closer and pulling you into a hug, large palm lightly caressing your head. “_________, I never meant to make you feel horrible about yourself. I thought it was all just harmless bickering since you didn’t say anything about it. I’m sorry.” You sniffled into his chest, “It’s okay… just— just try not to call me those names anymore ?” “Okay.”

But they were childhood friends and once Highschool started kuroo had moved to Korea for some reason 4 years later your favorite kpop group is making a world tour and having a fan sign and you run into kuroo- 👀

[ A/N : I am so sorry this is late :,) I’m not good at writing fluff and I’m not in the Kpop fandom, but I tried my best! ]

- Memories with Kuroo -

You sigh as you clean out your old Google drive and USB photos, the highschool-life having taken a serious toll on your storage ( so, so many notes and test papers you had to scan and keep into pdfs ). Luckily however, among the countless class work folders you had to empty out; you did manage to uncover some beautifully chaotic memories from throughout your middle school age up until today — your highschool graduation.

A familiar face catches your eye.

Tetsuro Kuroo, your absolute childhood-come-best friend stuck close to your side in almost every photo. You smiled solemnly at them, thinking back to all the memories the two of you had shared before he had to head off to Korea for his father’s business. Though the text messages and occasional late night calls between you both didn’t stop completely, you couldn’t help but feel him slowly detaching himself and forgetting about you. At first, you played it off as him being too busy adjusting and moving into his new life in a new country, but as the calls grew shorter and the messages less frequent, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting your mind wander.

Back to the present and shaking yourself out of it, you realise you had been tearing up slightly, a sole, stray line of salt dripped down from your eye to your chin as you stared at the last photo you both took before his flight; his arms wrapped tightly around your curved form while you both smiled from ear to ear. It had been what, 4 years? Man, you really need to get a hold of yourself, you reason; wiping away your sadness before continuing to tidy up your digital storage some more.

About an hour or so more passes before you consider yourself done with whatever you needed to sort out, leaning back into your swivel chair and cracking your back as you feel the back of the chair lean to your comfort as well. Yawning tiredly, you rub at your eyes, deciding to get some much needed shut-eye before tomorrow; it would be a big day after all, you smile to yourself, sparing a quick glance at your calendar to reconfirm the time and place for the nth time, – you were headed to your favorite Kpop group’s fansign, so you were justified for your constant rechecking of the details – after all, it wasn’t every year that they chose to do a worldwide tour including Japan amongst most other asian countries.

Tossing your wallet, self-defense tools ( cause you never know when you might need them ), and powerbank into your purse you head to bed, sleeping peacefully with the knowledge you were gonna have a great day tomorrow. The next morning, you woke up extra early to put together an outfit you felt cute in. After mixing-and-matching multiple sets of skirts, pants, tops and sweaters, you finally settled on a combination you liked, slipping on your purse and shoes before heading out to the convention.

~~

The place is bustling with, well, everyone.

On one half of the long hall, there’re people selling various Korean goodies such as snacks and street foods along with an array of ice-blended or hot drinks to wash it all down – you feel your mouth tingling as you eye the stacks of crazily flavored marshmallows, there was even a marshmallow coated ice cream stick!! ( you were totally buying a few of those home ) – and on the other half, fans and idols alike were either stationed upon stages with long tables set for them to sit and chat with everyone, or perched happily at their own stalls selling merchandise and conversing with fans alike. A warm, fuzzy feeling settled in your heart when you watched everyone converse and share their experiences with people they’d otherwise call complete strangers; to you, it was super cool how one person’s interests could connect them with others so easily and vice versa.

Getting some snacks, you headed over to the booth where your idols were seated, slowly pushing through the crowd of excited and energetic fans to try to get to the front. Your plan seemed to be working until you ended up stuck behind a very tall man; he looked around 6”3 which intimidated you a little since you weren’t the tallest or scariest person out there ( you were a 5” pudgy little person ) but you were still determined to get to the foot of the stage since it would give you a better chance of getting picked to go on stage with your idol, so you continued your mission, trying to squeeze through the unknown giant and the person next to him. Unfortunately, you seemed to misjudge your own strength, knocking into the giant way harder than you had planned to, hearing an irritated grunt and a “Hey!”, you moved as fast as you could away from him, which… wasn’t very far since the place was swarmed by people everywhere.

Adrenaline rushed through your veins as you felt a firm grip close around your wrist, immediately reaching down to the pepper spray hanging from your bag strap. The sudden panic in the guy’s voice caught you off-guard, “Hey wait– I just want an apology. You don’t have to spray me– wait… ____________? ” the words trailed off as you turned around, squinting to try and figure out who this guy was; after all, he seemed to recognize you almost instantly… it was tough though, trying to match a voice to a face that you could’ve sworn you knew like the tip of your tongue, but couldn’t quite place until–

“Tetsu??”

~~

The two of you had slipped out of the crowd to chat, – with the deal that you would both be back before your idols had left of course – you awkwardly offered Kuroo some of your snacks in a desperate hope to start a conversation after being deprived of it for quite some time. Thankfully, he accepted it, smiling warmly at you before beginning, “First things first– do you always run away after bumping into someone?” he huffed out a small laugh, enjoying the view as your cheeks bloomed into a soft pink color. You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, explaining how you still aren’t the best with people even after all these years, a feeling of guilt washing over you when you saw his expression go from happy to sad in a matter of moments, “N-no!!” you cry out abruptly, making his eyes widen as he silently urges you to continue; you collect yourself, “I mean… I’m getting better with people, it’s just that people don’t take too kindly when someone who doesn’t fit their standard of ‘normal’ tries to correct them.” you sigh, carefully gauging his expression.

To your surprise, he places a hand on your head, giving you a few reassuring pats before looking back at you thoughtfully, “Hey, listen, I know you’re doing your absolute best ________, and I’m sorry I never had the chance to tell you how proud I am of you.” you feel your eyes welling up with tears, all your bottled up pain surging up through your stomach and throat fast before Kuroo continues, “And if anyone, and I mean anyone, tries to change that about you… you can tell them to fuck right off.” you break out into watery giggles at that, relief washing over you that your once best friend had truly never changed a bit, even after all these years. Alas, just as fast as it came, it left along with the man himself as he excused himself to some “very important business”.

As he jogged away, you heard him yelling to you that he would definitely make it up to you soon, but you couldn’t really process it as tears started to pour from your eyes from all the memories – both painful and joyful – that came flying back like a crashing airplane. You rushed to the bathroom to calm yourself, missing your own idol’s meet-up during the time. You felt like shit, not only had you missed the main reason you came here, but you had royally messed up your once-in-forever meet-up with your childhood friend who you had not seen in ages. Feeling defeated, you washed up your face and redid your makeup, heading out into the convention center again, preparing to take your leave when you heard your name being called from the crowd.

“__________ __________? Is there a _____________ _______________ out there in the crowd today?” A voice you now knew all too well called out. Timorously, you shuffled on your feet, making eye contact with the tall ravenette who now sat on the stage with who you assumed to be his other band members, before being beckoned over to join him. What? Is this some fever dream or something?? You ask inwardly, pinching yourself hard while you take shaky steps onto the stage; taking a seat across from your highschool bestfriend, the dull white timer ticking away from 3 minutes next to you both.

“Tetsu what–”

“Hold on– Let me explain–” He cut you off, raising his hands in a surrender motion before moving on, “When we were 17, my dad had a business trip in Korea, and that’s why I had to move so suddenly, that was true. What I didn’t know was that this business involved sending me off to a music industry so I could ‘be like one of the stars we see on TV one day’. Well, it looks like he got his wish.” you frown while listening to his story. So all this time that he had dropped contact, or said he was too busy; he really was, he hadn’t forgotten about me… fighting the tears away, you opened your mouth to ask him if he was happy doing this, but what came out instead was: “So why were you in the crowd earlier? Don’t you have a backstage pass you can use anytime?”

Smooth. Real smooth ___________.

Luckily, he seemed to find your confusion funny, chuckling softly before explaining it to you, “Just because I’m a star now doesn’t mean I have endless authority _________, I mean, I do, but that only applies to my own band’s shows and meet-and-greets.” “Still doesn’t explain why you were in the crowd then…” you counter, watching as he raises an eyebrow at you, “What’s there to explain? I happen to like that idol very much.” Now it was your turn to laugh, “Yeah, sure, not as much as me though.” you challenge, watching his eyes light up.

“Oh yeah? Try me.”

The both of you spent the next 2 minutes and 37 seconds throwing trivia questions about your shared favorite back and forth before the beep of the timer shattered the fun – you won though, and although you got a few seconds to gloat and rub it in your best friend’s face, he easily contradicted you by saying that he was too busy to keep up with the recent news anyways, so it wasn’t a fair game –. You smile sadly, getting up and bidding him goodbye with a cheesy “I’ll text you!” to which he just beamed back and nodded.

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The next day you had work. Clocking into the cafe you worked at, you sucked in a breath as you tightened the apron around your waist a little too tightly; accidentally turning it into a corset for a split second before readjusting it to your comfort. You had always been a foodie, but since you didn’t really enjoy interacting with people much, a friend of yours suggested this pretty vintage cafe! It was perfect, the days were relatively quiet and comfortable, and you were allowed to take back any pastries or drinks you wished for after you took stock count. ( and hey, they were the bomb! ) Looking up at the bell chime, you said your usual greeting and welcomed whoever had entered.

“Hi there! Welcome to Bear’s Coffee and Cookies! What’s on your mind today–” You nearly shrieked when you recognized the person who had entered. “Tets–” “Shh, I’m not supposed to be here!!” Kuroo whisper-shouted, quickly readjusting his beanie and mask in a feeble attempt at hiding his identity. You giggled slightly, still too in shock to really process what just happened as you recollected yourself, “What’s on your mind today Sir?” “One americano and a slice of chocolate cake please.” he ordered quietly, careful not to catch anyone’s attention. You nodded cheerfully, “Please take a seat! I’ll have that out for you in a bit!” true to your word, you whipped up the order as quickly as you could, bringing it over to him as discreetly as possible; starting to head back to the counter before you heard him calling back to you.

“Stay, please.”

“I really shouldn’t–”

“No one’s here, and it’s not lunch hour. Come on, I even ordered this cake for you.” He all but pleaded, catching you off guard as you stared at him. He ordered you a slice of cake..? You felt your heart warm at the thought, shyly sitting across from him while he slid the plate across the table, moving to take a sip at his drink. “Your favorite right?” He asked, eyeing you carefully, “Yeah…You remember?” “Of course I do, I never forget about the stuff you tell me y'know.” Kuroo grinned, a sense of pride filling his ego to the point you could’ve sworn it would be tangible. Laughing at his display of victory, you thank him, offering to pay him back when he stops you.

“It’s okay. Take it as an apology from me.”

You squint at him, “An apology? For what?”

“For leaving my best friend alone without any news or knowledge of what might have happened to me. When I ran into you yesterday, I couldn’t help but feel guilty for never being there for you when you needed me. I wanted to shield you from all those assholes that said whatever they said about you. I wanted to shout at them and call them idiots for not noticing how amazing and beautiful of a person you are, even if you can’t see that for yourself.”

You open your mouth to say something, but he holds up a finger to tell you he isn’t done yet.

“I wanted to apologize when you came up on stage, but then we ended up playing trivia and talking about me. I don’t regret it at all, trust me; I don’t, but I couldn’t help but wonder… What if we had more time? What if I had one more chance to tell you what I wanted to say all these years? And then today I was sneaking out to get a snack since our company puts us on a strict diet, and it was like the universe heard me.”

For a few minutes, you sit in silence, just looking at each other while you think about what to say; how to react. Then you take a deep breath, “You don’t need to be sorry for anything Tetsu. I never needed you to be my knight in shining armor, in fact, I was totally fine on my own; and I mean that in the nicest way possible mind you– I really appreciate that you wanted to be there for me.” you twirl your fork in your hand before continuing,”I always knew you were busy doing whatever you needed to, and I don’t blame you for it and I never will.” You watch your best friend's eyes begin to water, a tiny sniffle escaping him before he smiles at you; a huge weight surely having been lifted from his shoulders.

“It’s kinda funny to think about,” you huff after a little while, catching his attention, “I used to think you were getting tired of me; that you were forgetting about me.”

“You don’t forget about people you love.” It was so quiet you nearly missed it despite the silence of the cafe

You choke on your chocolate cake. “I- What?”

“You heard me _________, I love you, always had and always will.” He repeated, tone dead serious.

Unexpectedly, your eyes start filling with tears as you look at him sadly, “...Don’t do that.” you sniffle, hating yourself for the way your voice comes out all wobbly. Kuroo’s eyes widened, concerned that he had said something wrong, did– did you not love him? Shit, did you already have someone else? By the time he’s done calculating the possibilities of what could’ve gone wrong; you were gone. In a blind panic, he shot up from the table, eyes flicking from here to there in a desperate hope to try and spot you, which he did thankfully. You were seated on a bench outside the cafe, it was well hidden and shaded by a few tall trees; you always sat out here when days got rough or when you just weren’t feeling it so you could collect yourself before heading back to work.

Today though, you were too lost in your thoughts to even notice the frantic man running towards you until it was too late. Kuroo took his seat next to you, still panting lightly as he reached out to you slowly, drawing his hand back when you flinched away, “Please tell me what I did wrong ________.” he pleaded, trying to get you to look at him, but you refused, “Don’t do that.” you repeated. “Don’t do what?” He urged on, “Treat me like I’m one of your fangirls! I don’t know what they want to hear from you, but I’m not some sort of damsel in distress Tetsuro! I forgive you for not being there, but for the love of god do not lie about loving me!”

Now it was Kuroo’s turn to be hurt.

“Now what in the fuck, makes you think I would lie about that??”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe the fucking fact we just met after lacking contact for so damn long, and now you’re here telling me ‘oh whoops! I actually love you, sorry about that!’??”

“That’s because I fucking do love you?!”

“Why would you?! I’m nothing special! I was never anyone’s first pick, nor was I their last. Hell, I was never ‘pretty enough’ or ‘social enough’ to make even the smallest difference! What in the world do you even like about me, let alone love??”

Kuroo let out a laugh of disbelief, “Wow, is that really what you think I care about?” seeing that you were speechless – whether that be because you were genuinely hearing him out, or because you were that angry he didn’t care at the moment – he carried on, “__________ I couldn’t give two fucks about whether you’re the prettiest or the most social person I’ve ever met. I do not fucking care about whether you weren’t anyone’s first or last choice because what matters to me is that you are my last. At this point, I don’t know if you believe me, but I love you.” he took a deep breath. “I love you so much that it made me feel like absolute shit everytime I had to end a phone call with you early because some fucking producer was calling me, I love you so much that I thought I was seeing shit when you bumped into me yesterday. I thought I was going crazy when I saw you in this cafe today and I’d be damned if I let you go now; so please, for the love of god. Give me a chance.”

Before you could break down into tears again, you turned to face him in what seemed like hours. “Fine. But only because you’re my best friend, but if you ever break my heart, you can forget about it, Kuroo Tetsuro. I mean it.” Your voice was hoarse and crackly, but it still held the threat heavy within them. Kuroo nodded, “Understood ma’am. Now if you’d do me the honor, I believe we have a meal to finish?” he offered gently, raising from his seat and holding out a hand for you to take, which you do with a soft smile, “And a lot to catch up.” you nod.

Maybe giving him a chance would be worthwhile.

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