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GOJO was truly special — in one way or another. yet he always made sure to treat you as his equal, because that’s what you were to him. he loved you more than anything and anyone and he never had any problems admitting that. and you never doubted him because he never gave you a reason to. but now you did. “please,” his voice was muffled behind the door, “please let me in” the second you left the room he was right behind you, his pleads for you cut off by the door slamming into his face. “i love you,” he insisted, his hands outstretched. he wanted nothing more than to step into the room and fall on his knees right in front of you, beg for your forgiveness. and he could — but he couldn’t. he shouldn’t. because this wasn’t about what he needed or wanted but about how he hurt you and what you needed from him.

one of SHOKO’s strengths was being level-headed, no matter how serious or loaded the situation might be. she was always aware of what she was doing and of how it might affect others — which is why this hurt even more. she couldn’t explain to herself why she thought for even just a second that throwing her wedding ring, the one the two of you chose together, at you was the right thing to do. she clenched her jaw, hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. she should turn around, go back to you, apologize, beg for your forgiveness. and yet here she was, running away from the one thing she loved and hurt the most — you.

GETOU was aware of his faults. he was a passionate and smug man, going so far as to call himself condescending. and while he was confident that he was able to control his emotions and be a good person and especially a good partner, he soon realized that this wasn’t always the case. his face was pale, a shocked expression etched into it. he looked stunned, shaking his head in disbelief with his eyes staring on his hand. this had to be a dream, there was no way he would do such a thing. he told himself he was going to be good to you, always keep you safe and happy. this couldn’t be true, it had to be a dream, a nightmare. but if it was a dream, why wouldn’t he wake up, safe and secure with your loving arm around him?

after you put the water back into your bag, you turned to iwaizumi again. he looked out of the window, lost in thought. “do you want a snack? i got some fruit, nuts or gummies, if you’d like,” you offered. “they’re not very harsh in your stomach”

however, the young man only shook

his head. “can we just lie down again?” he asked, eyes darting between you and the pillow, “i don’t want to do anything else really”

“of course” you didn’t hesitate, immediately lying down beside him. iwaizumi raised his torso a little, putting his head on your body.

“you comfortable?” you asked him, a sheepish grin on your face, to which he hummed in agreement. “good”

the two of you rested there without speaking a single word. occasionally iwaizumi’s breathing got deeper with his fists clenching for some time before he relaxed. you didn’t comment, yet still mentally preparing yourself to jump up and get him whatever he needed.

your fingers danced over iwaizumi’s bare arms, drawing over the black lines on his skin.

“i don’t think i ever told you that i love your tattoos” you thought out loud, eyes scanning his arm, “or did i?”

“don’t think so”

“well, they’re amazing,” you stated, eyes still fixed on the ink embedded in his skin with your fingers tapping on it. “they make you look all dark and mysterious,” you teased.

you could practically hear him grin as he raised his head, trying to see your face. “and that’s your type, huh?”

you shrugged. “well, i am here with you,” you said. you paused for a moment after, eyes darting to see a confident smile etched on iwaizumi’s lips. “but turns out you’re not so dark after all”

suddenly he raised his eyebrows and looked at you questioningly, almost offended, but waited for you to continue. “you’re a softie,” you finished with your lips stretched into a wide grin.

“don’t look at me like that, you are”

he rolled his eyes, sinking back down and resting his head in your body again. “please,” he huffed, “softie”

“admit it,” you demanded with a playful voice.

he smacked his dry lips. “no”

“do it”

instead of replying, iwaizumi only yawned, shaking his head slightly.

“come on,” you continued, tapping your fingers on his inked skin. “you do know that i’ll keep annoying you, right?”

“over my dead body,” he shot back instantly with a serious voice.

the seriousness didn’t last long however, just after a short moment the two of you started laughing together.

soon you laid there in silence again, both lost in thought, when iwaizumi grabbed your hand, diverting your attention to him once more.

“thank you for being here with me,” he whispered, almost like he was afraid of what he was saying. he didn’t look at you, instead his eyes laid on your hand as he played with your fingers. “i hope you understand that this means a heck of a lot to me”

“hajime—“

he shook his head, cutting you off effectively. “i really don’t have the energy to argue with you right now,” the young man stated, finally turning his head to look at you. “do you really want to fight over this”

you sighed. “you’re insufferable”

“i can’t lose my spark now, can i?”

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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SUGAWARA wished he had an answer for you. you, the person he claimed to love the most, only to betray them in the worst way possible. he couldn’t even look you in the eyes as you kept pleading, almost begging for an answer, only wanting to know why he did what he did. after long minutes of you asking over and over with tears welling up in your eyes, he broke, yelling whatever came to his mind. “they were different! just… just different” he turned away as he continued. “they make me feel so wanted, they give me everything i want, no matter what” he could only hear you chuckling sadly. “i gave you everything i had, but that wasn’t enough?”

MATSUKAWA knew that he couldn’t fool you forever, it was only a matter of time until this blew up in his face. you noticed how he suddenly became clingier again, louder, and seemingly happier. you hadn’t expected that it was because of somebody else though. “i didn’t know how to tell you,” was all that he could say with his lips pressed into a thin line, “i still love you it’s just—“ he took a deep breath, turning around, not wanting to see the look on your face. “i’m not in love with you. i don’t want to be with you anymore” he kept telling himself that it was alright, that he did what he had to just to be happy. but after seeing your facial expression, so full of hurt, he wasn’t sure anymore.

you couldn’t stand being in the same room as YAMAGUCHI anymore, constantly telling him to get out and leave you alone, but he wouldn’t listen. instead he trailed behind you like a lost puppy or a duckling behind his mother, fingers itching to hold on to you by the hem of your top like he has done countless times when he got overwhelmed. he kept apologizing, always repeating the same few words over and over, whimpering when you ripped yourself away from him. he didn’t care about what you would say or do to him, telling himself that he would endure everything just to keep you by his side, praying that you would forgive him his one mistake. he swears that this was all that it was, a mistake — but the chats in his phone say differently.

alhaitham is the only person who can interrupt kaveh while he is working & get his ass to home when he overworks himself. even though he has tons of workload; when the time gets late, haitham knows when to stop for the day. so he always finds kaveh completely drown in his work only to make him stop & have him take a break.

we all know that their bickering is famous all around sumeru. but after they got together, even though their bickering didn’t stop, the affectionate gestures has started.

still to this day, people of sumeru couldn’t find out if they are together or not. one day, a brave & a young soul tried to ask kaveh about their relationship status. kaveh being the cheeky mf, he answered his question with a question: “what do you think, huh?” he winked.

their friendgroup of course knows that they’re together but whenever they’re approached with the questions “are they together? , are they friends? do they still live together?” etc etc; they never respond to those questions.

one time tighnari would say “yes they are together” and the other time cyno would say “wdym, they are not together ofc”. kaveh and cyno are having way too much fun by confusing the poor souls.

yes they force tighnari and alhaitham to play along with their antics. yes i do not make the rules.

they go on picnic dates on weekends !!! sometimes they ask their friends to come, sometimes they just ask nahida & wanderer to accompany them. even though wanderer complains when he gets asked, he always agrees. he doesn’t have the heart to say no to nahida. (he loves spending time with kaveh & aihaitham idc. those four are a family together)

when kaveh brings his work to home, alhaitham accompanies him by reading his book while kaveh works. yes their love language is quality time.

kaveh gets jealous way too easily than haitham and he does not hold himself back to when it comes to showing his emotions. alhaitham may be the silent type but we all know that he is a one possesive fucker when it comes to kaveh.

he knows kaveh gets all the eyes on him whenever he enters the room. he also knows that kaveh loves the attention. but what he also knows is that kaveh loves his attention the most.

he knows how possesive alhaitham is, so some days (especially when he gets jealous of him) he tries alhaitham to his limits. we can all guess what happens when they get home after those days ;)

alhaitham braids kaveh’s hair !! they get into a routine & every morning haitham braids his hair. kaveh knows perfectly well how to style his hair but he loves when haitham is the one doing it.

alhaitham has softer hands when you compare them to kaveh’s. (yes kaveh takes perfect care of his hands but because of his job he can’t help but have more rough hands when he compares to haitham)

so kaveh loves playing with alhaitham’s hands. one can safely say that doing this calms his always-working mind. since kaveh loves it, alhaitham doesn’t mind being extra when it comes to his hands. he always keeps them soft for kaveh.

yes this also means that haitham is very capable with his hands.

whenever they argue, kaveh goes to cyno & tighnari for help. and alhaitham goes to nilou when he needs breath after their arguments. nilou always helps him calm his mind. sometimes she listens, sometimes she gives advices; she is always there for him. (yes i hc haitham & nilou as best friends)

nahida learns what true love actually means from them. i know this sounds cheesy as hell but this is the truth. they crash, they kiss, they fight, they make up, they make out. they’re each other’s biggest critics. they’re each other’s biggest fans & number one supporters. they’re each other’s home, comfort.

after giving him one last fond look you turned to your bag and pulled out a notebook, immediately starting to immerse yourself in your studies.

you don’t know how much time has passed when you looked up to see iwaizumi still sleeping soundly. by now you felt a bit drowsy yourself, your lower back hurting from the uncomfortable position you contorted your body into when you started studying.

your eyes quickly glanced on your phone, scanning over the few notifications from your friends. deciding to give yourself a break, you picked your mobile up and answered the messages, engaging in various conversations.

the sound of loud and cheery chatter in front of the room’s door distracted you from your notebook, head shooting up as you furrowed your eyebrows.

soon after the white door opened and three people stepped into the room.

“hello iwa-ch—“ the cheery voice stopped as soon as the person noticed you in the room, eyes immediately making contact with yours. “who are you?”

“oh, hi,” you casually replied, looking at each one of them directly. the three guys were definitely the same age as iwaizumi, one with lighter brown hair and a beautiful tan on himself, the one on the left with thick eyebrows and dark hair and the on the the right with bright, pinkish hair. all of them seemed rather confused and surprised as they stepped in, definitely not expecting someone in the room other than the man sleeping on the bed. “you should be quiet,“ you chided, “he fell asleep again. are you hajime’s friends?”

“yes” the tall man in the middle — the same one that spoke as the three entered the room — said, narrowing his eyes at you. he examined you for a second before speaking again. “and you are (y/l/n)?”

out of curtesy you stood up from your chair before affirming the question. “i am, nice to meet you”

you smiled at them, a gesture that all of them returned. “likewise”

silence settled over you all, you sitting back down on your chair as the three men found a chair — or any kind of stable surface — to sit on while they introduced themselves to you.

“he fell asleep about an hour ago, i think,” you broke the silence, looking at iwaizumi’s sleeping figure, “he’s been doing that a lot lately”

“he told us that might happen,” matsukawa spoke, “before that he did nod off during conversations with us too while we were texting. made us worry way too much for our own good”

hanamaki laughed as oikawa added to the memory. “i almost got security called on me because i just bolted down the hall” he raised his arm, scratching the back of his neck as he saw the way you were holding back a grin. the man rolled his eyes. “not my smartest move, i know”

the four of you exchanged some pleasantries in the following minutes, engaging in a light-hearted conversation before you decided that it would be probably best if you were to leave. iwaizumi was still soundly asleep and he wouldn’t be alone if he would wake up, so that eased your mind. additionally, you wouldn’t be able to study anyways and you certainly didn’t want to intrude in the friends’ conversations and antics.

“sorry, i should probably go now that you guys are here. usually i leave before you arrive,” you said, putting your already closed notebooks back into your bag.

hanamaki perked up, leaning his upper body towards you in interest. “how often are you here?”

“well, often. whenever i have the time, i suppose,” you thought out loud, shrugging, before you turned to iwaizumi. you smiled fondly at him. “although he doesn’t like it”

“of course he doesn’t, he’s an idiot,” matsukawa hummed.

“but he’s glad that you’re here,” oikawa added, turning his head to the sleeping iwaizumi immediately after with an almost panicked expression. “don’t tell him i told you that”

you grinned and shook your head as you got up from your chair, shouldering your bag. “don’t worry, i won’t. it was nice meeting you, oikawa, hanamaki, matsukawa” you looked at each one of them as you said your goodbyes, waving at the three young men before walking towards the door. “see you around sometime”

evanescent

/ɛvəˈnɛs(ə)nt,iːvəˈnɛs(ə)nt/ — “soon passing out of sight, memory, or existence; quickly fading or disappearing.”

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