Warnings: THIS IS A SEQUEL to Regrets, intention of suicide, suicidal thoughts and actions [overdose, cutting, falling], mentions of self harm [overdose and cutting], angst, pregnancy, bonding mention, I did not look up Argentina resident rules
The rain was heavy today.
You felt as if it was the universeâs way of saying it was sorry for you. The ride back to school would be in the pouring rain that matched the gloominess of your heart, only to enter a campus where nobody wanted anything to do with you. His scent was all over you; despite being a Beta, you could feel it. You had been claimed and nobody would dare try and claim Ushijima Wakatoshiâs mate, despite the fact youâre not his mate.
Sobbing did little to ease the ache in your chest, eyes blotched from the constant tears and your nose sniffling as you tried to wipe away snot with your sleeves. Your sleeves, not his sleeves of a jacket you stole. Reading stories of how an Alpha would bestow their mate clothing would always warm your heart, but sitting on a dirty busstop with nobody but the rain beside you, your heart felt cold.
âWhat are you doing?â Someone asked. Your head snapped up to see a brunet looking down at you, his attire telling you he was dressed to run. Running? In pouring rain? What an idiot. He was gorgeous, though, hair collecting silver droplets that seemed to only accentuate his features. Your eyes trail down to the black collar adorning his neck, hidden beneath the white and blue jacket he wore. He quirked an eyebrow, giving off a small chuckle. âYou look like youâve seen a ghost,â
âMore like an idiot running in rain. Whatâs up with that?â You sniffle, rubbing at your raw nose and cursing the timing. An Alpha coming on a claimed Beta alone â words donât need to be spoken for the other man to know why youâre crying. But instead of running off, he sits next to you. âYouâre gonna get me wet, weirdo,â
âWell if I sit too close, Iâd get snot on me, so maybe Iâd be better keeping my distance, anyways,â he shoots back, barely batting an eye. You just scoff, rolling your eyes.
âSomeone seems to have a problem with me. I donât even know who you are, stranger,â you give off a grin, trying to keep up the light tone.
âWell, youâre wearing a Shiratorizawa jacket and you stink like Ushiwaka, so can you blame me for being a bit of an ass?â He says, grinning. Though you were keeping a light tone, his words quickly reminded you of the position youâre in. Gloomy day, pouring rain, busstop. Looking back to the ground, you sigh heavily.
âWell, at least itâs the most interaction Iâve had all day. Ushijimaâs got a stick up his ass and no funny bone in his body, so I suppose if this is my last interaction, itâs better than him,â you off handedly say. The man beside you quirks his eyebrow once more, your words settling into his brain before heâs leaning closer to you. His shadow moves towards you, making you jump back. âWhat are you doing?â
âYouâre pregnant,â he flat out says. Before you can shoot anything back, his eyes get sad as he pulls himself back some more. âYouâre going to kill yourself because he abandoned you?â
âHow-â you sputter, tears springing to your eyes once more, âhow did you-â
âYou know if heâs abandoned you, another Alpha can take claim, right? Youâre not worthless,â
âEasy for you to say. Iâm a Beta with an Alphaâs bond mark. An Alpha that doesnât even want to talk to me. My family and friends have turned their backs on me because itâs my fault. I wouldnât expect an Alpha to understand the other partyâs feelings,â you say, wiping away the tears. Despite trying to appear strong, your eyes are wet and thereâs snot running down your face. âNo Alpha wants Ushijima Wakatoshiâs leftovers. Donât make me laugh,â
âWell, a cute little Beta would look better with a genuine smile then tears in their eyes, wouldnât you agree?â He smiles, rubbing your cheek, but you slap away his hand.
âStop patronizing me. You sound like a creepy old man. Who even are you?â
âOh, I didnât think I had to introduce myself. Iâm Oikawa TĆru,â he smiles once more, a genuine smile, as he holds out his hand. âAnd if thereâs someone who hates Ushiwaka more than you, itâs me,â
â[Y/N]. Youâre from Seijoh, right?â You shake his hand, although itâs brisk. His nod confirms your suspicions. The captain of the team that never beat Ushijimaâs team, but always aimed for the top. Ushijima also mentioned how talented Seijohâs setter was, but you never expected to be sitting on a busstop next to the man himself. âWell, youâve gotten my life story and told me you hate Ushijima, so I guess itâs time for you to go back to running in the rain,â
âNah, I canât,â he shrugs, but you look at him confused, waiting for him to continue. Eventually, you ask him why. âWell, I canât leave someone in need alone. If I leave, youâll still kill yourself. Youâre hurting and I canât just abandon you. Iâm not like other Alphas, you know.â You know his reference is to only Ushijima, but it warms your stomach nonetheless, seeing someone actually be there for you.
âIâm sorry you had to meet me then. If you hadnât stopped, weâd both be blissfully unaware of each otherâs presence,â you say, letting a sob wrack your body before covering it with a cough. âGuess Iâm the weirdo getting sick,â
âStill thinking thereâs no other option, huh?â
âWell what do you expect? Youâre the only person who hasnât told me to face my consequences on my own and turned your back on me. There really is no reason for me to stay here, especially if I have to raise a child without a support system. Iâm still in high school, what the fuck,â you huff, running your hand through your hair, looking up at the sky, noticing how the rain has eased up and the sky is brighter. âIâll be out when it comes, but the fact of the matter is Iâll graduate pregnant, who wants to go through that? Iâm basically a cheap slut in everybodyâs eyes. I just wanted to feel needed by someone I admire and this is what it results in? The more I think about it the more I want to down a bottle of painkillers and never wake up.â
âIf nobody is sticking up for you, then maybe theyâre not your real friends. Fair weather friends, only there for good tea and sunny days. If thereâs nobody there for you, reach out for help,â
âI donât want to be a burden,â
âPeople who will help you willingly wonât see it that way. Me sitting here with you isnât burdening me, and I havenât turned from you. I know we just met, but I want to help you. Thereâs a lot to live for and one setback doesnât deserve to sever that line before youâve even gotten to the good part. Good people exist, you just need to find them,â
ââFind themâ? I thought I had, so whatâs the point in trying to find more, only to be disappointed?â
â[Y/N], was it? Iâm right here, you know,â he puts a hand on his chest, a smile on his lips and shining in his eyes. âIâve seen you at your lowest and Iâm still here. Find someone like me,â
âThatâs sweet, but I doubt there are multiple Oikawas running around in the rain,â you sigh, looking back up. Itâs almost time for the bus, but you have a feeling that if heâs still here, then he wonât let you leave. âAre you gonna sit there until my opinion changes?â
âThey donât change that easily, trust me,â he chuckles, but it lacks the merry behind it. Glancing at him, his eyes are downcast as he runs a thumb over his knee. âBut I donât want to see someone die over one thing. Thereâs a lot to live for, a lot to strive for, thatâs why I keep moving even after all my failures. If someone kills themselves for one thing, something I donât see as a reason to end, I wonder if it was deeper than what it was on the surface. Was it a quick way to feel numb for a while? Was it an easy solution? Sometimes the easiest path isnât the right one. Surviving an attempt makes you realize things can change, but what if you didnât survive? If you regret putting the blade to your skin or stepping off the ledge seconds after you do it or seconds before death? You canât change it once itâs in motion.â
âI never.. I never thought about it like that,â you mutter, your hands holding each other, fingers twiddling. A brief meeting with a handsome Alpha suddenly put things in perspective. A laugh breaks you from your trance, his mouth behind his hand.
âIf I see an opportunity to help, Iâll be there, but the fact is I canât change your mind. I would like to put things in perspective and give you options, but thatâs all I can do. If the reason youâre planning to end it all is because you have no friends, I can help with that. Iâll be your friend when nobody else gives you a chance.â
You mull it over, thinking of your options. In the end, the worst that could happen is you end up back on the bench, in the rain, ready to match to your death. âYou know, I was told that if it sounds too good to be true, then it probably is,â you mutter, but rifle through your jacket pockets for your phone. âDonât make me regret second guessing myself, Oikawa TĆru. If you want to be my friend, Iâll take the hand extended to me,â
âWonderful! And just in the nick of time, the bus is here,â he takes out his own phone, ready to swap numbers. As the bus pulls up to a stop, Oikawa waves at you as he pockets his phone, your contact information all piled inside. You really hope you donât regret this decision, too.
In the few days that pass, you find yourself wondering how you could have possibly thought bad of Oikawa. He was sweet to you, introducing you to his friends (who knew about your predicament prior), with their promise theyâd never turn their back. Iwaizumi was also an Alpha, but the other two were Betas. You did think it to be odd about how they seemed to willingly to help you, stay beside you, despite having no reason to. Their only reason was a promise to you. To Oikawa? Maybe, but you never asked him about it; if you did, heâd just shrug and give you a vague answer.
He promised to show you the light on a dark and gloomy evening, and he kept that promise. As your friends turned their backs on you, scoffing about how your decision will affect you for the rest of your life, Oikawa was there when you needed him the most. He was on standby all hours of the day and night, his phone always on and beside him. When your family turned you away, calling you out on your sudden friendship with another Alpha while carrying a child, they kicked you out and you had nowhere else to go, Oikawa was there. When you felt your world crumbling around you, feeling hopeless and desperate, picking up a secret stash of painkillers, Oikawa was there to talk to you. He didnât actively take away the pills, but he sat on the other side of the door and talked to you, listened to you. Even his mom was there for you when your family and friends had left you, but Oikawa stood beside you through it all.
Then your world crumbled again.
âIâm planning on moving to Argentina,â he had said. You were looking into colleges to further your education when he had knocked on your door, his old sisterâs room, sitting on the bed.
âYouâre.. leaving?â You wanted to add to that sentence, but you didnât want to seem clingy. Heâs been with you for so much, youâre not entirely sure you can be independent without him.
âItâs been almost 6 months since you met me. I actually went on that run to decide if I wanted to study abroad in Argentina, but after meeting you, I decided to wait. Iâve been studying the language and keeping up with local volleyball communities, but my dream is over there,â he explains. You click your pen and set it down, ready to ask if you should leave his house, but he continues. âI wanted to know if youâd come with me.â
âWh- What?â
âIâve been putting in extra time so we can both move together, get a fresh start,â his face tints as he speaks, hand rubbing the back of his neck. âIt seems a bit forward, now that Iâm actually talking aloud about it. Sorry âbout that,â he chuckles, before clearing his throat.
âYou want me.. to come with you?â You ask, unsure if youâre hearing correctly. Heâs asking you to move to a new country with him, which is exciting! But, the baby.. âHe is due soon, you know,â
â5 weeks, if I remember correctly,â he smiles, looking down at the large bump. You run a hand over it, solemnly nodding. âHeâd be born in Argentina, our new home, if you come with me,â
âBut Ushijimaââ
âHeâs abandoned you, officially. Your bond, itâs hardly noticeable anymore. The scent, I mean,â he corrects himself. âHeâs basically just a sperm donor at this point,â
âThis is.. very sudden, you know,â
âI know. And itâs also a very grand way of asking to court you, while also essentially marrying you, but I will say that if you choose to stay here, Iwa-chan will take care of you. Heâs going to study in California for some amount of time, but thatâs not for another few months. There is Mattsun and Makki, but Iâm not too sure-â
âOkay, donât stress yourself,â you giggle, getting him to stop. âIâll go with you, but you gotta teach me the language,â
âIâve been told Iâm a great tutor, actually,â
âI believe it. Will the bond go away, or is it just the scent thatâs gone?â He raises his brows at that.
âAh, I guess you never took those classes. The bond is permanent, but another Alpha can lay claim on a mate that has been abandoned. Iâd be honored to replace his bond with mine, but Iâm sure youâll need-â
âIâm ready,â you interrupt him. He sputters as he processes the words, but then smirks.
âAre you sure? I donât plan on making mistakes, so youâll be stuck with me, you know?â
âTĆru, Iâve been ready for a while now. Hope you donât mind bonding me while Iâm pregnant,â your hand once more rubs the large bump, settling on the top.
âIt just means Iâll have to wait until itâs my turn to try,â he licks his lips, moving towards the door. The locking sound seals your fate, keeping others from interrupting your moment.
- Years Later
âKoichi, come back here!â you shout, weaving in between the crowds. Aiko is somehow still asleep on your shoulder as you chase your son through the crowd. Heâs been dying to meet his favorite uncle for quite some time, so see as heâs the trainer for the Nationals team of Japan, Koichi ran once the match ended. A brief Q&A with the members of the team would happen exactly right after they left the stadium, which he knew because of his fatherâs position.
You finally come to a stop, grabbing Koichiâs collar as he struggles to get through the crowd. âI told you to not leave me, and what did you do? Uncle Iwa isnât going to suddenly disappear. Heâs been waiting for this day, too, you know?â
âBut mama! I told him Iâd be the first one!â
âThatâs impossible. The paparazzi gets to him first, thatâs how it works in Hollywood movies,â you joke, but you pick him up. Youâre no professional athlete, but you do stay in shape to take care of two children. As soon as you pick him up, heâs shouting as he sees Iwaizumi, trying to talk to the reporters. He catches Koichiâs waving hand and decides to take a break, going towards where you are as the crowd parts.
âHow is the Oikawa family doing? I see Koichi is energetic,â he laughs, taking the boy from your arms.
âUgh, as always. Donât know where he gets it from, itâs not like his sister is bursting with energy all day,â you gesture to the child sleeping, despite the loud crowd.
âWell, definitely Oikawaâs kid. He sleeps through anything and so does she, jeez,â he sighs, but you just laugh. A few members of his team come over, excited by the new people.
âIwa-chan, whatâs this? Wife? Your kids?? You have kids???â A man with white and black hair says, giving Koichi a high five.
âUh, no. Theyâre actually Oikawaâs wife and kids. Iâm the favorite uncle, of course,â
âI wanna be the uncle! âSamu is never gonna get married, I need to be an amazing uncle somehow,â a man with platinum blond hair says, but heâs quickly pushed aside as a familiar face comes into view.
A face you didnât want to see.
â[Y/N], I didnât expect to see you here,â Ushijima says, tone as flat as ever. Iwaizumi takes on a forced smile as yours drops, a frown etched on.
âDidnât expect to see you here either. Actually, ever again,â
âOh?â The owlish man says, eyebrows quirked up as his eyes glance between the two of you.
âI see you moved on. Iâm glad to see that,â
âNo thanks to you,â the venom in your voice has Koichi turning to him, looking at the larger man with large eyes. It doesnât take a rocket scientist to see the resemblance. Heâs got the same hair color and eyes as the man in front of you, taking hardly any features from you. Not to mention, Koichi is showing signs of presenting as an Alpha.
âDarling, thatâs where you were!â Oikawa shouts from over the crowd, them parting so he can mingle with the group around you. âI was wondering where my personal cheerleaders went to,â he smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. His eyes meet Ushijimaâs and despite being unable to smell the tension, you can feel it. Reporters and guests alike back away as the overwhelming tension of two Alphas clash.
âOikawa,â Ushijima says. Oikawa just tilts his head, looking over his opponent.
âI thought youâd look more defeated after I wiped the court with your ass, but Iâm more disappointed in that. Emotionless as ever, arenât you, Ushiwaka?â
âNo, I wouldnât say that,â he says, then looks to you. âIâve been meaning to say something to you, [Y/N],â
âTrust me, I donât want to hear it. Youâre too late, Wakatoshi. Youâre much too late,â you say, before nodding at Iwaizumi. âIâm leaving,â
Despite turning to leave, Oikawa taking Koichi away from his uncle and new âunclesâ, despite being in the middle of a loud crowd, you can hear him. Itâs quiet, almost as if he knows the words are weightless, holding nothing after years of his abandonment. Despite Oikawaâs bond pulsing, your heart still yearns for the other man, what he could have given you and what he did to you. Despite all this, youâve fantasized about hearing those words, yet they do nothing.
âIâm sorry.â
Authorâs Note: Iâm sorry this took forever to publish but I hope it was worth the wait! I didnât keep track of time while writing this, so if something seems wrong just ignore it. I might come back and fix it later but probably not lol ; Argentina residency rules and citizenship requirements were not consulted for this, seeing as it only took up like one sentence, but I might change it if I look more into it of course.
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Warnings: this is angst and nothing else, mentions of readerâs death, miscarriage, Japanese funeral, introduction of [Y/N]âs family (no names), Ushijimaâs bitch of a mother
The week after your suicide was the worst.
The day after is when Ushijima was informed by your distressed father, asking if he had heard the news. With his now-wife in the kitchen, making him breakfast, he listened to your father hold back his cries as he broke the news. Your funeral would be held soon, but family matters came first, so the wake would be held in the next two days. When his wife asked him what was the matter, he told her nothing. It was no longer his business. He left you hurt and broken, but this was not his place anymore. The invitation he received would not be used.
The next day was when he decided he would be attending your wake. A phone call from TendĆ had him changing his decision, his sad voice asking if Ushijima can give the condolences he could not. Of course Ushijima would decide to go after that, giving your family a hefty amount of money and telling them it was his and TendĆâs condolence money. A trip to Japan suddenly was hard for TendĆ, so hopefully your family would understand.
His wife seemed displeased at this event heâd be going to, but she said no more. He knew what she thought. She thought he wasnât over you. Looking at her across the dinner table, he couldnât find himself to blame her. The off-the-shoulder dress she adorned showed off her flawless skin â not a single bruise, hickey, or bond along it. After all, his mother was never bonded to his father, why would he force himself to bond to her?
But he bonded you.
He wonders if deep down inside, he did want to be with you. It wouldâve never worked out, he tells himself when that thought flickers in his mind. A small candle he quickly snuffs out as soon as itâs lit, not wanting the flame to burn to bright nor too hot.
The day had finally arrived. Other Shiratorizawa alumni and peers of yours attended. A wake was held at your familyâs house, to which he was also there. It was hard to ignore, but he felt out of place while people had their heads in their hands and continued to sob until tears stopped flowing. He felt sad, he shed a few tears, but not as much. Some friends of yours would look at him, glaring before looking back towards the altar.
Upon the altar, surrounded by flowers, especially your favorite, sat a picture of you. It looked like you â smiling joyfully as you held up a peace sign. In the back was the rest of the Shiratorizawaâs VBC. The picture was from last year, when he was still attending the school. You were only a second year, but you were the best manager for the team, even if they lost to Karasuno. A smile was plastered on your face, placed so freely and easily as if it was meant to never leave. Thinking back to when you left his house, you werenât smiling.
That didnât sit right with him.
When it was his time to be given a gift from the family members, your mother stopped him. âIâm glad you came. Iâm sure sheâs glad you came, too,â she said through her tears, a forced smile on her face. Ushijima wipes the tears away, before taking the gifts from her hands.
âI hope so, but I doubt it. Satori also gives his condolences. I know heâd be here if he wasnât so far away,â he says, bowing. She thanks him and he leaves, but a friend of yours stops him before he can go too far.
âItâs your fault, you know. She wouldnât be dead if you hadnât left her,â they sneered, glaring at him despite the tears in their eyes and wavering lips. He sighs, but doesnât dispute their claim. It isnât his place to tell them where the blame lies. The blame lies in someone, whether that be him, them, your parents, society, or even you â itâs not up to him to tell them any different.
By the time Ushijima has made it to his car, his phone buzzes. From the hospital his wife goes to for checkups, he notes. Taking the call, he listens to the receptionist on the other end of the call.
âIâm sorry to inform you this way, sir, but your wife has suffered from a miscarriage,â she says. Ushijima feels his heartbeat increase as he feels his chest tighten. He wonât lie to himself and say he loves his wife â an arrangement forced by his mother with no room for love to bloom. However, the news of her miscarriage is news he didnât expect or want to hear.
âWhere...â he gulps, trying to stabilize his breathing. âWhere is she?â
âSheâs at the hospital. She wonât be able to leave for the next day or so, depending if she feels better and nothing is wrong with her. Weâll keep her overnight to check.â
âThank you. Iâll come to get her tomorrow, then,â he ends the call there. He doesnât question how she got there, if he should go, or if he should just sit in his car and watch people leave your wake. Sitting in his car doing exactly that, he decides going home to take in everything would be best.
Your funeral begins the next day at noon, Ushijima in attendance. With nobody at home, he feels as if this is a funeral for you and his miscarried child. He witnesses your family pay a hefty amount of money to give you a more elaborate name, most likely from the condolence money he offered to them. He thinks itâs fitting, given he didnât do much when you were alive; in death, youâd benefit from his existence.
When the priest finishes the ceremony, the guests are able to see you upon your casket bed. Your mother weeps at the coffin, holding your favorite flowers to her chest while your father cries silently, rubbing his wifeâs back. Itâs a pitiful scene, but it does well to have tears springing into everyoneâs eyes. Ushijima doesnât have your favorite flowers, but rather a purple hyacinths and asphodel bouquet to place beside you. His place of choice? Above your heart, next to the bond he created. Despite the makeup and the kimono, he knows itâs there. He can sense it.
His sorrow comes from the lack of a beat behind the bond.
Once the funeral has come to a close, with your coffin being taken to the crematorium and your family moving to go follow, everyone is dismissed. However, your friend from before stops him before he can retreat to his car. âMay I help you?â
âI saw the flowers you placed around her head. You do have a heart, apparently,â they scoffed, before moving to get off his car. A quick glance shows they didnât damage it. âYou shouldnât have even been here. I wish she had never even met you and I regret telling her about the volleyball manager position.â
Ushijima doesnât say a word back, but he does bow respectfully. They leave without looking back, letting him peacefully get into his car. He takes a couple of minutes to himself, knowing he has to go retrieve his wife from her hospital stay.
The drive home from the hospital was brutal. Silence hung in the air, Ushijima still dressed from when he attended your funeral. His wife sat in the passenger seat, yet had her eyes trained on the window and didnât glance at him even once. He didnât tell her heâd be going to your funeral as well, which might be why sheâs upset, but he didnât push an issue.
Arriving at home, she finally opened her mouth. âYour mother will be picking me up soon. She said sheâll take care of me while I properly recover.â
Once more, Ushijima says nothing. She scoffs, leaving the car to get her things. He doesnât hurry, instead dragging his feet as he enters the house. Itâs big and spacious, easy to feel alone in. When a knock resounds through the front room, Ushijima answers it to see his mother, the constant frown on her face as she looks up at him.
âIâve come to get Mai.â Quick and to the point, as usual. She enters when he allows it, with his wife coming into the room shortly after. With barely any acknowledgement to his presence, his mother guides his wife out, rubbing her shoulder as she sniffles and spills some tears.
A click behind the door shutting really lets the silence settle. Ushijima trudges up to his bedroom, loosening his tie and shedding his jacket along the way. He changes into some more comfortable clothes, sitting on his edge of the bed while scrolling through the text messages TendĆ has sent him throughout the day. Nothing of importance, but some of them do make him smile as it lights up the darkness life has forced upon him.
One of the messages is an old picture, one of TendĆ and you throwing up a peace sign while smiling widely. Your eyes are shut while you grin, absolutely full of joy. With nobody around to witness his confession, nor the tears plinking against his phone screen, he doesnât feel the need to snuff out the candle again. He doesnât shove his feelings deep inside.
âIâm sorry, [Y/N]. I shouldnât have let you go and I should have been honest. I truly do love you. I regret not standing up to my mother. I regret not having the strength to confront my mistake. But most of all,â he wipes a few tears, zooming in on your smiling face, a sorrowful smile on his face to mirror yours.
âI regret letting you leave that day.â
Authorâs Note: This is the direct sequel to Regrets ; the flowers mentioned (purple hyacinths and asphodels) both represent a similar meaning â regret and âIâm sorryâ, which I thought was fitting to the original work, as well as the other piece Iâm working on. However, purple hyacinths also express the bearerâs sorrow and asks for forgiveness, which is where the title comes from for this piece.
Authorâs Note : There are some dark things in here and if you feel suicidal please do not keep it bottled in. Itâs not healthy and needs to be addressed. The really bad stuff isnât until the middle (right before the smut, basically), so be warned! Thatâs where the suicidal stuff is and like I said, if you do any of this or feel suicidal please seek professional help because itâs not worth keeping unhealthy feelings inside ; If you are wondering why Bokutoâs obsessed with licking and biting in this, I have been rereading a doujin where Bokuto does that and, well, itâs hot ; I swear this would not have taken me so long if I didnât keep crying while writing it omg I would be dead if I had a shot every time I had to stop writing so I could wipe my tears and snot. This is why I donât like to read or write angst but wow was that therapeutic.
Warnings: angst, fat shaming, use of the word âpigâ, body dysmorphia (inability to look in a mirror), vomit, suicidal tendencies/intention (via overdose) + implied past actions alcohol, soft!dom Bokuto, choking, creampie(s), mating press+doggy style, licking and biting, facesitting
The cheers of the crowd erupted as the whistle blew. Once again, the MSBY Black Jackals had won. This match was against the Red Falcons, another team in the V.1 division. It was a close call, but Hinata managed to break the deuce with his monstrous quick attack and seal the set with their victory.
The team was jumping and bouncing, giving out high fives as they did. Of course, they had to shake hands with the Adlers, bowing to the audience and thanking them for their support. When Bokuto did his classic âBokuto Beamâ move towards the audience, you could hear the girls squealing and giggling. It isnât like they didnât do the same when Atsumu or Hinata waved to them, but it hit you different. After all, they were beautiful in your eyes, slim and flawless.
Oh, yes. Youâre the MSBY Black Jackalâs manager, being a classmate of Hinata in his second and third year (as in you tutored him and helped manage the volleyball club with Yachi). Hinata was your first friend, which kind of sounds pathetic. It was, if you were being honest with yourself. Being heavier than the average girl at your school subjected you to bullying and pranks that ended with you crying until you threw up. Hinata never made you feel like that, though. He always made sure you were comfortable and every member of the club at Karasuno treated you like an angel. You ended up applying to be the MSBY manager when Hinata asked, saying they needed a manager and wondered if you could apply. Well, it was either that or finding a job at the circus, as your family would sneer at you. Truly, Hinata was the first to accept you.
Once you got the job, it was like being back at Karasuno, honestly. Everyone was friendly and treated you no differently than they would treat others. However, you wished one of them would treat you differently.
Bokuto.
He was the ace of the team, a goofy fella that could make anyone smile. Including you. Aside from Hinata, he made you feel accepted and made you forget about any woes and horrid thoughts you were facing. He didnât know about them like Hinata did, but you were sure heâd treat you different if he knew.
Once everything was packed up, you and the coach headed out, the team not too far behind you.
âShĆyĆ-kun, that was one of yer best sets yet!â Atsumu cheerily piped up, walking behind Hinata. Hinata was right beside you, as he always was.
âIâm glad you think so! I donât know if we can surprise the Adlers next time, though. Kageyama still knows my tricks,â he huffed as he finished his statement, putting his hair down so he could mock Kageyama. You giggled at his antics.
âAlright, change up and meet at the bus in 10 minutes, letâs go!â Coach commanded. Each member voiced their acquiescence. You decided to use this opportunity to go to the bathroom. After all, their match lasted almost an hour, if not more.
In the restrooms, you were almost done when you heard a bunch of girls giggling as they entered. Instead of leaving, you stayed in place, waiting for them to go.
You wish you hadnât.
âGosh, those boys are so attractive!â One of them said. Two voices agreed.
âHave you seen Atsumu and Kageyama? Theyâre both so hot!â
âI was too focused on that number 12,â oh no, âBokuto, I think? Heâs a good looking man, bet he has the stamina of a god, too,â
âYeah, itâs a shame their brand is ruined by that mascot of theirs.â What?
âMascot? Oh! You mean the pig? Yeah, she does put a damper on everything, doesnât she? Imagine being that attractive and having that thing follow you around!â The girl cackled, her friends following suit. You felt your stomach drop, tears springing in the corner of your eyes as you listened to them.
It was easy to forget you were different when you with the team since they made you feel normal, but that didnât mean others wouldnât notice you.
The girls eventually left, the door slamming shut behind them. Whether they came in there to do makeup or just talk shit about you knowing you were in there didnât matter. Not when you were crumpled up on the floor as sobs wracked your frame. Life sucks.
Itâs not like you didnât try! Thatâs the other thing! You try to lose weight and nothing happens, exercising doesnât do much and diets are practically useless. You used to go to the gym, but stopped when you kept getting stares. You also used to run with Hinata in the mornings, but since he was so much faster than you, you stopped. Whatâs the point if youâre panting and breathless after a minute while heâs still going strong after 30 minutes? It felt like nothing would ever help.
A buzzing interrupted your crying fest, you sniffling as you wipe away the tears and look at the screen. Itâs from the groupchat, Hinata asking if youâre okay and they were all at the bus. You typed back a quick âKâ and got up. The best you could hope for was nobody would point out the red eyes and the sniffling.
Hinata knew of your troubles, being there for you when you broke down in school more often than not. When you confided that he was the first person you felt comfortable with, it broke him. Seeing you had bottled up your emotions because nobody bothered to listen or care, it made him want to include you in his life. He would invite you over for dinner and his sister would excitedly talk to you, never making you feel uncomfortable. When he heard that you were in Osaka, he immediately called you up about being the MSBY manager.
He also knew of your crush on Bokuto. It was obvious to him, with how you looked at the ace with longing. Hinata even encouraged you to confess, but that was quickly dismissed when you told Hinata how you felt like Bokuto deserved better than someone like you. Bokuto was muscular, attractive, and charming â in your eyes, he deserved to be with someone his equal. That did not mean you. Hinata knew of your troubles, but he also knew of Bokutoâs. Bokuto has a crush on you, too, finding himself more accepted with you around. Contrary to the aceâs personality, he was insecure in a lot of things. He wasnât very smart, which was often pointed out by others. He knew when someone was upset, though, so he always knew he needed to make you feel better.
Once you arrived at the bus, Hinata greeted you as everyone else had boarded. âWhatâs wrong?â
âThe same old thing, you know,â you sniffle, your voice cracking as you remember the hateful words. Hinataâs face soured as you said those words. Back in high school, he would sit down and cry with you. Now, he was tired of you still being picked on as an adult.
âImmature, thatâs what they are. Come on, weâre gonna stop by that restaurant you love.â Oh great, food. You may have been starving when the match ended, but after the incident, you just wanted to go home and cry. You numbly nodded and followed Hinata onto the bus. The coach didnât bother pointing out anything, but he sent you a sad look when he noticed the red eyes on you. You sadly smiled and continued to your seat, behind the coach as the bus started to move. Curling into your jacket, you tried to think of something else.
The restaurant was a disaster. Everyone had been excited and gotten off the bus when a bunch of fangirls came up to them. You had just smiled and shook your head, feeling better already. At least, you had been until the girls noticed you and gave you looks of disgust. It was short lived, their attention turning back to the boys, so you briskly walked off, into the restaurant, away from the crowd. It took almost 5 minutes for the girls to leave, but you refused to eat anything other than a salad and drink water. Even then, you excused yourself to the restroom to take a break, crying and attempting to force yourself to throw up. Once home, you locked the front door and let your emotions spill out. Crying and screaming was common, so thatâs what you did. Then came the process â getting rid of any reflective surface. Turning off the lights, turning on the tv, covering the mirrors with sheets, closing the blinds, shutting out any possibility of looking at yourself. Even with nobody around, those words and looks stuck and struck deep, you eventually curling into yourself on your bed as you cried yourself to sleep.
The next day came, your alarm ringing and the sound bouncing off the walls. You turned it off, completely turning off your phone. Instead of dealing with alarms and people, youâd suffer alone behind the comfort of your home.
The team was worried, you were never late. Bokuto was more pouty than normal, your cheerful greeting missing from his morning and his bear hug. Atsumu also missed your cheerful greeting, asking Hinata if he knew of anything. When Hinata said he did not, he texted and called you, receiving no answer.
Okay, then heâd go to you.
Hinata had stayed at your apartment before, spending the night or just to hang out. Sometimes he brings you food and snacks when you need it, or he just checks on you. He has a spare key in case of anything and heâs glad he does when the doorâs locked with no answer. He calls you once more time, knocking until he hears something. Itâs faint, but it sounds like movement. So, youâre awake. But not answering the door. Sighing, he unlocks the door.
The apartment is not surprising to him, the windows covered and reflective surfaces covered. He was afraid of this, but he continues on. When he reaches your room, he hears more sniffling and crying. â[Y/N]?â
âLeave me be, ShĆyĆ,â
â[Y/N], please. The team misses you,â
âFuck off. Iâm a charity case to them, I know it. Why else would they keep me around? I should just wallow away,â your voice sounds tired, the thought of the boys sticking with you out of pity a common thought youâve had.
A thought that isnât true, but breaks Hinataâs heart. âYou know thatâs not true. Everyone loves you! Even Bokuto,â
âShĆyĆ, shut up. Empty words do nothing. Maybe itâd be better if I just... stayed here. Maybe I should just end the misery,â
âDo not. Talk like that. Please.â Hinataâs voice cracks with each word. He knew you were bad, but you could pretend like everything was fine. He shouldâve known the harsh treatment yesterday would affect you like this. He shouldâve spent the night with you when you ordered a salad and a water. He shouldâve told the coach or Meian when you went to the bathroom for 10 minutes that you were trying to throw up. Your lie of there being a line was obvious, a common excuse after a long time away. Hinata felt his chest tighten as he realized you didnât answer him. âIâm getting Bokuto.â
âShĆyĆ! Donât you dare!â Your screams do nothing as he basically runs out your apartment, you flinging the door open to see him gone. You start crying more, afraid that Bokuto will see just how pathetic you are. If he ever looked at you with disgust, the way everyone else does, you donât know if you could continue on with your life.
Maybe itâd be better that way.
Bokuto doesnât really know whatâs going on, one moment heâs stretching and the next heâs running to the train station with Hinataâs words repeating over and over again.
â[Y/N] needs youâ
Bokutoâs first thought immediately went into the gutters, a blush coating his cheeks until Hinata continued.
âI think sheâs in troubleâ
With those two sentences, Bokuto ran off, forgetting his bag and just taking his phone with him. He only needed his phone, really. Strange stares from the public didnât bother him, he knows heâs still wearing his practice clothes and his knee pads, the material looking like leggings. He made it to the train station before it left, getting on and calling Hinata back.
âBokuto?â
âIâm on the train, is everything okay?â He was panting, the train station being a bit away from the practice gym. He didnât even bother sitting, just standing beside the doors.
âI donât know. Sheâs.. Sheâs in a bad place. She wonât listen to me, but sheâll listen to you,â Hinataâs words are slightly muffled, sniffling accompanying his sentence. The words make Bokutoâs chest tighten.
âI donât know what I can do, youâre her best friend. What could I do?â
âSheâs in love with you. Has been for a while, actually. I know you can help her where I canât. Just â Iâll give you her apartment key when you get to the station. Once I do, please go to her. Please,â
âIââ Bokutoâs eyes are wide, his face definitely pink now. Heâs still worried about you, but the idea of you actually liking him â no, loving him the same way he loves you, it makes him giddy. It gives him the push he needs to make it to you.
As soon as the doors open, thereâs Hinata, holding a key ring for him to take. Bokuto doesnât hesitate, a quick nod in Hinataâs direction before he rushes off to your apartment complex. All of the boys have been to your apartment before, but Bokuto and Hinata are the only ones who know the way to the place. Bokuto has gotten a bit drunk before and ended up crashing at your place, as well as just staying there when practices run late since his place is the farthest away from their practice gym.
Arriving at the apartment, he slides the key in and turns the knob, momentarily confused at the sheets covering your glass coffee table and the TV, but he continues in. He knocks on your bedroom door. â[Y/N]? Are you in here?â When he gets no response, he freaks out. Turning the knob, he notices youâre not in there, but there are more sheets covering things, as well as the blinds being shut. Even more confused, he turns back to the hallway and notices the bathroom door is closed. Fear strikes him as he thinks he knows why youâre not answering â he hopes heâs wrong.
When he opens the door, he realizes he was partially right. With a bottle of wine pressed to your lips, an empty pill bottle in one hand, your eyes wide as Bokutoâs golden eyes met yours. A brief moment of anger flashed across his face before you were forced over the toilet, his thick fingers going down your throat.
âShtap!â Your muffled voice comes out, gagging around his fingers as he attempts to activate your gag reflex. He doesnât stop, your squirming easily quelled against his strong grip on your arms pinning them back. You feel the bile rise and then youâre expelling the contents of your stomach into the toilet, coughing and sputtering as the painkillers you just took are now emptied into the porcelain bowl. Bokuto doesnât let go of you as you cry, trying to get out of his hold.
He doesnât know what he should bring up first, the fact Hinata called him over or the fact he caught you in the middle of a suicide attempt. Youâre screaming and telling him to get off of you, but he instead holds you closer, your sobs fading as tears spill out of his own eyes, staining the hoodie youâre in. âWhy would you do that?â He whispers.
You donât know how to respond to that, instead choosing the phrase, âwhy not?â His face scrunches up and you donât know if heâs in pain or angry as he shakes you.
âWhy would you do that?! Donât you know how many people would be distraught over you? Hinata would be inconsolable! Who would TsumTsum and I joke with? Did you even think about that? Did you think about me?â His voice is loud and it makes you cry harder, the weight of his words hitting deep. Bokutoâs been there for you through a lot and youâve been facing all your problems on your own. âYou canât just do that! Thatâs selfish!â
âWhy would it matter, Bo? Whatâs the point? I canât face myself let alone face my feelings! Why not just stop hurting?â Youâre both crying, him holding onto you tightly as you dry heave a bit, a stinging in the back of your throat and an arrow in your heart.
âWhy canât you face your feelings? You have Hinata and me!â Before you can tell him something else, he presses his lips to your forehead. You freeze. âI donât know what Iâd do if you left me. I donât think I could live without you,â He dryly chuckles, tears still streaking down his face. You hiccup and look down, afraid to face him.
âYou donât mean that. Youâre trying to make me feel better, I know. Just be honest with your feelings. Iâm already low enough, no reason to keep up appearances,â more tears come out as you try to not break into another fit. Bokuto would never look at you the same you looked at him, especially not after seeing you like this. You couldnât blame him, you look like a mess in your old sweatpants and the old hoodie that felt too tight even if it was one of the largest sizes you could find. Your hair is no better, hasnât been brushed and youâve been in bed for a while.
âHinata said you loved meââ
âStop,â
âSo I came because he said he was worriedââ
âYou donât need to say it,â
âIf I had been a second laterââ
âStop it, please,â
âI wouldnât have been able to tell you my feelingsââ
âPlease, donât,â you cover your face, tears blurring your vision anyways. Bokuto removes your hands, looking into your eyes. His own are full of warmth and love, not disgust or regret. It makes you cry more, a horrible wail as you dive into his chest. He laughs as his arms wrap around you, comforting in these dark moments.
âI love you, you know? I have for a while,â
âWhy? What do you see in me? What could I possibly have to attract you? Iâm notââ
âDonât say it. Donât say âIâm not like other girlsâ, because everyoneâs different. You make me want to be a better man, you make me excited for each new day. Nobody can compare to you,â
âI canât.. Iâm sorry, I canât trust you. Iâveâ Iâve been made fun of for too long, I want to trust you, I want to love you, I want to be with you, but I donât know if my heart can take another one,â
âAnotherâ what?â
âItâs a long story, I donât want to bore you,â
âBaby, Iâm not going anywhere,â he nuzzles your cheek, more tears spilling out as your chest tightens with love.
You decided to explain to him what happened in the past and how you trusted Hinata. Bokuto brought you to your room and made you some tea, brought a bottle of water, and also made you a snack. The thought of eating made you feel sick, but a pouty buff man had you slowly nibbling on the piece of toast. You hadnât eaten since dinner the previous day, so you wanted to inhale it, but you didnât think you could stomach it.
After explaining everything to Bokuto, you tried to laugh it off, saying it wasnât a big deal, but he refused to accept that. A quick call to Hinata to let him know you were okay and that Bokuto would be taking a day off was the next step, letting Bokuto stay with you for the rest of the day. He didnât want to leave you alone, the fear of almost losing you still making his heart race in a bad way. Even as you just scrolled through InstaGram on your phone, he worried if he left youâd go back to the dark headspace. He couldnât stop it, but he figured he could prevent it.
The first thing to change your mood is get you in the shower.
When he bounced back into your room, you looked at him from your position. You looked exhausted, the toast only half eaten but the glass was empty. Bokuto shook his head and clicked his tongue. âYou need to refresh yourself. Time to take a shower!â
âWhat are you, my dad? If you want me to do it then make me,â You muttered, snuggling back under the covers. Bokuto closed his eyes and sighed, trying to not say anything sexual.
âI will throw you over my shoulder and into the bathroom. Donât underestimate me, [Y/N],â the bed dips as he sits on the edge. âIâll strip you down and wash you if I have to,â
âWhy are you so forceful? Damn,â you made it sound like a bad thing, but you were smiling. âFine, Iâll shower. You donât gotta wash me, Iâm not a baby,â
âBut youâre my baby?â He sounded so confused, you freezing half out of the bed. Clearing your throat, you continued.
âUh, sure. Are you planning on leaving soon? Or..â
âNope! Iâm staying over. Iâll change the sheets while you shower, too!â
âOh, okay,â you say, numbly getting up to get clothes. With the lack of clean clothes, you have a few shirts and some pajama pants, but your stomach twists as you realize why theyâre clean. They donât fit as nicely as the other clothes, so you face two options: reuse the hoodie youâre wearing or face the humiliation of putting on a tight shirt. Thinking of the restriction, you decide the hoodie would be best. A large pair of pajama pants and a pair of panties is all you take, but Bokuto notices the lack of clothes.
âAre you just changing your pants? Youâre showering, right?â Hes rifling through his bag, planning on changing out his practice clothes while youâre in the shower. He doesnât want to get your clean sheets dirty, after all.
âUm, Iâm out of shirts, so.. Iâll just reuse the hoodie,â you shrug, not seeing a problem. His eyes light up as he holds a finger up, digging through his bag once more. Apparently, Hinata dropped it off while you were taking a nap, all that crying had exhausted you. Bokuto smiles brightly as he pulls out his own hoodie, the black hoodie with the golden MSBY brand and the Black Jackal claws. âI donât thinkââ
âIâve been dreaming of you in my hoodie for some time, so this is a perfect opportunity! Iâd prefer you to wear this,â
âUh, Iâm pretty big, Bokuto. I donât think itâll fit, if Iâm being honest,â you look down at the ground, the disgust from earlier rising in your chest. Bokuto just tilts his head to the side.
âI think itâll fit. Itâs pretty big on me, so itâll fit. If it doesnât, let me know. Iâll get you something else,â he just shrugs, holding out the hoodie. His name is on the back and in a way, it feels like heâs marking his territory. You take it, thanking him as you head towards the bathroom. If it didnât fit, you didnât know what youâd do.
When you finished washing up, you put on the clothes. As big as Bokuto was, you still didnât expect the hoodie to fit. When it slid on easily, you were highly surprised, but also it took you a moment to collect yourself. Seeing you in his hoodie was something out of your wildest dreams, him even telling you heâs fantasized about it making your body hotter than it should be. You had to calm yourself down before exiting the bathroom, entering the bedroom to see him lying on the bed in sweatpants. Thatâs it.
âWhere the hell are your clothes?!â You cover your face, spreading your fingers a bit to see him stand up excitedly.
âYou look so good in my hoodie!â He hugged you tightly, lifting you up a bit.
âDonât pick me up, put on a shirt!â The only thing separating your skin from his was the hoodie which, well, wasnât very thick. The zipper itself was as high as it could go but still felt too low.
âWhy? Donât I look good? Are you uncomfortable?â
âYes, you look good and Iâm uncomfortable. This is just a weird situation,â you try to explain... as if you had a shred of dignity left. The laptop propped open with the opening of your favorite movie caught your attention. âAre you gonna watch a movie?â
âWeâre gonna watch it! To make you feel better, of course!â He seemed so proud of himself, standing with his fists on his hips as he smiled. You shook your head, rolling your eyes.
âOkay, then. Do you want snacks?â
âSnacks?!â
After getting snacks for the movie, to which he fed you some while you fed him, you ended up falling asleep as you watched the movie. It was nice and warm under the covers and Bokutoâs body heat right next to you helped to lull you to sleep. He didnât seem to notice you falling asleep until your head hit his shoulder, eyes closed as you peacefully slept. After pressing a kiss to your forehead, he closed to laptop and got comfortable under the sheets. The worry of him losing you was still there, but he kept his arms around you tightly in case it was a dream. Like you, he hoped it wasnât.
Waking up wasnât that bad, an urge to quench your dry throat a common thing to wake up to. What wasnât common, however, was the thing poking your butt. Now fully awake, you tried to shoot up in bed to see what was going on but Bokutoâs arms held you down. It was then you realized what was poking you. Attempting to get his arms off of you was a hard feat, trying to squeeze out of the grip when he moaned. You froze and looked at his face, still asleep. Attempting to move again, he let out another one. It didnât take a genius to figure it out.
He was having a wet dream. In your bed. Beside you.
Your immediate thought was who? Your next thought was me? You dismissed that idea, rolling your eyes as if that could happen. Well, until your name came past his lips. You were surprised to hear it, even if he showed and attempted to prove his feelings for you. Him dreaming of you subconsciously? It gave you confidence.
Enough confidence to wake him up and let him continue his dream in reality? No.
But, you didnât think youâd have another dark episode anytime soon. He didnât seem to relent his grip on your body, so you dealt with it, staring at the wall in the dark as he continued his noises. Well, at least until he bucked his hips. You gasped as he did, him waking up to your noise. âYou âkay? Somethinâ wrong?â
Wide eyes looked at him, before glancing down and flickering back up. He follows your eyes and his face goes red. Itâs hard to tell in the dark, but the moonlight coming in from the uncovered window illuminates enough. âI am so sorry, Iâll leââ
âWhy?â You canât stop yourself from asking, immediately smacking your forehead. Heâs a bit confused from your actions, but you continue. âUm, Iâd, uh- Iâd like to know what you dreaming about.â Confidence? Yeah, right. Youâre practically shaking from the fear of his answer. Of course, it was your name but you couldâve heard wrong, right? Yeah, youâ
âMy boner speaks for itself, doesnât it?â Does he have shame? You just look at him so exasperated as he just stares at you, not too sure what you were expecting. âOr do you not know?â
âIâ Okay. Was it me?â
âWho... who else would it be?â
âOh, okay. Why?â Youâre both so confused, you not understanding the appeal while heâs not understanding why itâs so weird. Or confusing.
âWhy not? Iâm in the bed with my girlfriend, longtime crush, who I find extremely attractive? Is this too much? Is it wrong for me to, um, wanna do that? Or dream about it?â No shame!
âIâm still having problems seeing things from your perspective, but okay. Still cannot see the appealing side of me, so itâs just... itâs weird for me to actually realize you like that. You actually,â you gulp, âlike me,â
âIâll say it as many times as I need to, [Y/N]. Youâre perfect in my eyes. I want you to see that in your eyes, too,â
âI cannot, if ever, do that. Sorry,â you just shrug, going back to lay down. It isnât long until heâs straddling you. âWhat are you doing?â
âI want to make you see things how I do. You gave me this,â he gestured to the bulge in his sweatpants. Looking at it too long scares you, the size scaring you more. âI want you,â
âOh my god, Iâm being dead serious now: you are not gonna like what you see. Iâm not attractive, Bo,â
âLet me be the judge of that, hm?â Itâs the only thing he says, but you hesitantly nod. He smiles and as much as you want to enjoy it, youâre still shaking. You have no idea whatâs coming next, you donât know what heâs gonna do once he sees whatâs underneath and it scares you. So badly. His hands go underneath yourâhis hoodie, running over your skin. âIf youâre scared, I can stop. I donât want to push you into anything,â
âItâs not that, I just canât see what you see. But I want to. I want to see myself in your eyes, if you can do that,â
âAll you gotta do is give me a signal if you want me to stop. Iâll try my best but youâre gonna have to relax, baby,â he has no idea what his words are doing to you. You just nod as he smiles, leaning down to kiss your forehead. He isnât rough and excited, but rather gentle and soothing. Hands running under the hoodie eventually go up to the zipper, slowly pulling it down. Itâs a small thing, but you notice his eyes flickering to your face for any sign of distress. Evening your breathing, you let him completely pull the zipper down as your skin is completely bare to him. You hide your face in shame, ready to apologize and have a million excuses lined up, but he doesnât let that happen when he starts licking your chest.
âOh!â Your hands thread through his hair, softer than you expected as it barely brushes against your skin. His eyes are still on you, your fingers moving his strands away so he could clearly see you and you, him. The way his predatory gaze latches onto your face has heat pooling between your legs, rubbing them together to create some kind of friction. Keeping his tongue connected to your skin, his eyes on yours, he moves onto one of your breasts. Popping your nipple into his mouth, he swirls the perked nipple in his mouth as his hand tweaks your other nipple. Youâre panting, your head is thrown back as he continues. Soon enough, just rolling your nipples in between his fingers is not enough.
Gathering spit in his mouth, he lets it dribble onto your skin. Itâs warm and slick, when he smears it across your other breast as goes back to tweaking your nipples. You look down at what heâs doing only to find him grinning devilishly at you. He then goes down to your stomach, biting into the flesh there. âBokuto!â
âWhat? I just wanna taste you,â he shrugs, before licking the area he bit. He has a lot of spit, too, sucking into your flesh and leaving behind a bite mark and his saliva. Itâs.. kind of gross, but hot. When he comes back up to your face, he pushes his lips against yours so forcefully that youâre reeling back, mouth opening as he slips his tongue in. Itâs a deep, passionate kiss as he runs his hands over your body, squeezing anything he can as he slips his fingers into your pants. âMay I?â
âOf course.â Once he has the okay, he moves back down, occasionally leaving love bites as he does. Pulling down your pants, he finds himself face to face with your damp panties. You donât have time to get embarrassed, however, when he sticks his nose into your crotch and licks the fabric. âWhat is up with you and licking?â You giggle, finding humor in it. He just pops back up, shrugging. You giggle again, throwing your head back in the pillows. He goes to pull down your panties, sliding them down your legs until theyâre completely off. Except for his hoodie, youâre completely naked.
Now if only you could have his cum in you, then would his wet dream be complete. However, there was one more thing heâs always wanted to try, but heâs worried youâll be against it. âBabe?â
âIs something wrong?â
âNo! No! Nothingâs wrong!â He hates how your mind immediately goes negative. Your shoulders relax and your wide eyes slowly lessen as you realize nothing wrong, yet. âUm, can you sit on my face?â
âBokuto, I donât-â
âCâmon, please? Iâve always wanted to try it! Especially between them delicious thick thighs of yours,â he then licked his lips with a resounding moan. Although embarrassed, you roll your eyes.
âIf Iâm too heavy, let me know. Iâllâ Iâll get off,â you prop yourself up on your hands, feeling his spit ooze down your body. âYou have a lot of spit. Reminds me of how much you sweat,â
âI produce a lot of liquids, yâknow?â If it wasnât for his wiggling eyebrows as he widely grins, you would not know he meant it to be sexual.
âLay down!â
âYes, maâam,â he excitedly gets on his back, his bulge much more prominent than before now that itâs just there. You can see it. Youâre still hesitant, but eventually move to straddle his face. He helps you, easily maneuvering your dripping cunt over his mouth. With his strong hands, he forces you down on top of him to the point where your legs canât keep you up. You attempt to get up, afraid youâre crushing him but he keeps you firmly planted on his face.
A growl erupts from his throat when he gets tired of your squirming, you halting your movements as you try to calm down. His thumbs run over the skin of your thighs to try and soothe you. And it works. Youâre feeling lightheaded as he sucks and licks your cunt and probably makes it messier than it is. He brushes his teeth over your clit, sending shivers down your spine as you moan from the feeling. With a grin, you can tell, he gets to work on tongue fucking you as well as sucking on your clit. It isnât long until your fingernails are digging into his abdomen as you let out a high moan as you come undone on his face. He moans himself, using his thick tongue to gather up every ounce you produced. He also makes a loud slurping noise as he cleans it up.
You move off of him, panting as you look at him. He looks absolutely blissed out, like he saw Nirvana and Heaven all at once. You smile at him, his own smile wide and proud. He immediately gets up, pushing hips lips against yours once more as he licks the corners of your mouth. He is quickly moving to pull down his sweatpants and boxers, but hesitates. âYou sure you want this?â
âYou arenât allowed to stop now,â you giggle as he glows, pulling down his pants. Your eyes go wide as you realize how big he actually is. The bulge in his pants was nothing. It is scary, you wondering if itâll fit.
âEverything okay? Do youâ Do you not want it?â He sounds so sad, you immediately coo at him, forgetting the third leg he has.
âNo, no, no baby! Itâs justâ youâre very big. I did not expect that. Just be gentle, yeah?â
âOf course!â Another kiss to your lips, this one more of a peck than a passionate open mouthed kiss. âCan you get on your hands and knees?â You listen to him, rolling over on your stomach before getting in position. This way, you donât have to worry about seeing him and can focus on what heâs doing, so itâs better in a way. Really, Bokuto just wants to end the night with you on your back and he plans on having you shaking from multiple orgasms before itâs over. He guides his cock to your entrance, a shaky breath leave him as his tip brushes against your folds. You shiver yourself, feeling yourself about to cry, but you wait.
Once he pushes into you, the tears come out for a different reason. âIâm sorry, itâll feel better in a moment,â he licks your cheek, nuzzling you. You nod as you try to relax, him continuing to push into you. It isnât until he nudged against your cervix does he stop. Even then, he is still not completely in you. He focuses on evening his breathing, inhaling your shampooed hair. Itâs hard to not blow his load so quickly, you squeezing him so tightly. Youâre nice and snug, though, your walls eventually relaxing as he stays inside.
âYou canâ you can move, Bo,â
âFuck yeah,â he grunts, pulling out only to roughly thrust into you. You lurch forward from the thrust, immediately dropping your mouth open to moan as he sets a steady pace. Itâs not fast or slow, but heâs definitely rough with his thrusts. Itâs the grunts that really do you in, the way his hands grab at your ass and hips, sounds of pleasure coming from his as sinks his cock into your cunt that has you tightening around him. With a mewl, you have another orgasm and he curses, a low âshitâ coming out as he struggles to pull out. He leans down to put his mouth next to your ear, biting the shell as he continues. He doesnât even break a sweat as he does, stilling himself deep inside you as he lets out a low groan, your eyes scrunch together as you whimper. His cum fills you up to the brim, his hips swiveling to make sure heâs all done.
Well, for that round.
Youâre panting heavily as he leaves you, leaning back as he watches your legs shake. His cum oozes out of you, your cunt clenching as it makes more pour out. Itâs a beautiful reality, but he wants more. Youâre soon flipped onto your back as he is over you again, his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them up. Itâs not uncomfortable, but itâs not a very comfortable position, either. Confusion is etched in your face as he does, but his lidded eyes as he licks his lips tell you heâs not done. Youâre exhausted, but heâs not.
He wastes no time in sinking himself back into you, his eyes focused on your face as you moan. His grin is almost evil, the way his lips stretch as he bottoms out inside you before roughly thrusting into you. It didnât take long for another orgasm to start to buildup in you, your head thrown back as your back arches, your head turned to the side as he leans down to lick and bite your collarbone, sinking his teeth into the soft flesh. His hands find yours, intertwining his fingers with yours as he brings them up to your head. You focus on the way his arms flex, the muscles bulging with each thrusts as he puts every ounce of effort into the action. It really shows to how much he loves you and your body.
Even with all the marks on your body, even with all the places heâs touched and licked, that gnawing thought of you worrying nags him. The thought that youâll still not know just how much he loves you. The thought that youâll think it was a one time thing. He needs to know you know. He needs to know youâre seeing things in his perspective now. One hand leaves yours, it finding itself around your throat.
âSay my name,â he grunts, alternating his gaze between your face and his cock disappearing inside you. Itâs something heâll never get over. Maybe next time, he can record you two.
âB-Boââ
âNo, my given name. I want you to scream it,â his grip on your neck gets tighter, your walls tightening at the same time. He groans as he throws his head back, his thrusts slowing down as he drags his cock against your walls. âI want your neighbors to know whoâs fucking you,â
âYou, KĆtarĆ!â You loudly moan, humming in pleasure as he picks up the pace.
âWhoâs making you feel this good? Who does your little cunt belong to?â
âGod, you! It belongs to KĆtarĆ!â You scream, your eyes rolling back as his hands go back to under your knees, pushing them up to your chest. Itâs hard to breathe, but youâre clamping down on his cock as a sheen of white forms around it, your slick dripping down your ass and down his balls. The last urge he needed to fuck you like an animal was that, you screaming his name. Your ands wrap around his neck, the material of his jacket rubbing against his thick neck as your nails take down his back. Hissing, he fucks you faster and harder, determination set to get you to one more orgasm. It doesnât take long, your mouth hanging open as you come undone for one last time, him burying himself as far as he can as he spills another load into you. Itâs heavy and fulfilling, but itâs wonderful. A wonderful feeling of being loved.
As you both come down from your highs, he gives you another sloppy kiss. Instead of pulling out, he released your legs and lays on his side, taking you with him.
âShouldnât we clean up?â
âThat can wait. I donât wanna leave quite yet,â he pants out, another sloppy kiss. Like he canât get enough.
My brain told me I need something angsty, fluffy but also spicy todayâđŒ So uh could you pls write a small scenario where Iwa, Satori and Bokuto sees their s/o with someone who is actually flirting with them and they think that their s/o is cheating? Because its mostly where the reader thinks that the boys are cheating and I thought it would be interesting if its different this time đ
Ngl anon reading this made my heart hurt a bit esp Bokuto Iâm sensitive when it comes to him đŁ but only TendĆâs isnât fluffy. I tried to make the other ones a bit fluffy. Mostly angst and spice. Bit of hcs + drabble mix again.
Hints of possessiveness, implied spiciness, TendĆ has no shame
Miscommunication
Iwaizumi
> Itâs Oikawaâs fault, as usual. He got sick the day before he promised to go with his sister to some orchestra show and to sightsee. It was supposed to be a bonding day for them, but he came down with the flu and Iwaizumi was kindly volunteered to take his place. As in Oikawa begged him.
> It was fine, they got ice cream afterwards and she wanted to take a picture to remember the day. He took the picture and sent it to the group chat, letting Oikawa know his sister was having fun. The boys all laughed and congratulated Iwaizumi for going on a date with such a âbombshellâ, as Makki said.
> You think it was an accident, which makes the pain sting more. Heâd share his cheating with his friends so easily, itâs sickening. You immediately shut off your phone after that, deciding to not deal with it.
> The next day, when Iwaizumi goes to greet you, you continue walking. Itâs something everyone notices, but nobody says anything. Makki and Mattsun give each other similar looks of âoh shitâ while Oikawa is still missing.
> Once Oikawa is back to proper shape, you welcome him back with a big hug. Itâs the most emotion youâve shown all week and Iwaizumi gets pissed. He continues to ignore you, though. He finds it hard to continue, though, when you start flirting with Oikawa.
> Mattsun fills Oikawa in on the situation while a plan forms in Iwaizumiâs head. He knows he did something wrong, but what? He decides to apologize anyways. Not having you talk to him was putting him on edge, worrying him.
> The next day, Oikawa tells you Iwaizumi wonât be attending since heâs busy. At first, you got worried, but when Oikawa winked at you, your face felt hot as anger boiled. You figured it would come to this, but it still hurts more than you thought. Then, Oikawa tells you he forgot his knee pad and could you go get it for him. As the helpful manager, you oblige. Itâs not like anyone is in the locker room.
âWhatâs this?â Your voice cracks as you stare at Iwaizumi. Heâs standing in the room, holding flowers and an apology note. His face is a dark shade of pink, his eyes glancing at you before going back to the floor.
âAn apology. Iâm sorry for being a bad boyfriend,â he says, clearly and cleanly. His palms are sweaty, but he is able to at least speak properly. âI donât know what I didââ
âOh, please. Youâre tired of me, I get it. You donât have to go apologizing on my account. Shouldnât you be with the brunette girl?â You feel hot tears streaming down your face, quickly wiping them away as Iwaizumi looks at you, dumbfounded.
âBrunetteâ do you mean Shittykawaâs sister?â A confused look crosses your face as he groans, running a hand down his face. âFuck, I forgot to tell you. Shittykawa made me fill in for him and go sightseeing with his sister. He didnât ask before telling her, but she watched over us as kids, so I figured it wouldnât hurt to just hang out. I didnât think itâd be a big deal,â
âNot a big deal, Hajime? Not a big deal? I honestly thought you were bragging! It didnât help Makki was all like âoh man sheâs so hotâ in the chat!â Tears are freely falling now, as your blink away the blurriness. âI thought you had just gotten tired of me,â
âBaby, no, never,â he shushes you, hugging you. Itâs nice to be talking to him, wrapped in his arms. Itâs a sweet and tender moment, relaxing in his hold as he whispers apologies and sweet nothings into your hair, shifting on the balls on his feet as you follow suit. Itâs not until youâre pressed against the cold metal of the lockers do you look at him. His face sports a familiar look, one that always has your knees buckling to his command.
âHajime, not now,â you whimper, feeling his warm hands sliding underneath your shirt. Had you been in your uniform, youâd most likely have his hand down your panties right now. He just presses a kiss to your temple, hands moving the waistband of your pants.
âI gotta remind you that Iâm all yours, baby. And youâre all mine, so donât ever go flirting with Shittykawa again,â he growls out, sending heat down to your core.
TendĆ
> So first off, your relationship with him is on the down-low as in the only person outside the relationship who knows is Ushijima because TendĆ cannot keep a secret from his BFF. You wanted it to be a secret because you did like him when he confessed, but your friends would tease you for dating him. Coach Washijo didnât allow his player to date, so it was a secret relationship.
> However, when a girl ended up flirting with TendĆ because she wanted a free pass to see the games, you wished it wasnât so secretive. He was obviously flirting with her, enjoying the attention, while you listened from the girlsâ bathroom. When he called her a âpretty ladyâ though? You felt your world shatter. He never called you that.
> The following practice, you passed by the gymnasium doors to see that girl standing outside them. A brief glance in her direction before continuing on your way, back to the dorms. You didnât text TendĆ the rest of the day.
> TendĆ was frantically looking for you, wondering what he did wrong. When that girl was outside the gym and not you, he panicked. It was lunchtime, so he expected you to be in your class. When he got there, you were gone.
> He asked your friends, but they didnât give him an answer, asking him âwhy does it matter?â So he went back to perusing the halls, looking for your familiar hair color or your voice. He heard a maleâs voice first. Then your laugh.
> Turning a corner, he saw your hand on some guyâs bicep, a smile on your face. He recognized the stranger as the dude who tried to date every girl in his grade. Why were you talking to him? Another giggle had him moving towards the two of you.
âWhy donât you and I, I donât know, meet up for some drinks after school? Thereâs a good milkshake joint nearby,â he grins, flashing his bright teeth. It would make most girls keel to his demands, but youâre different.
âOh, Iâd love toââ
âBut sheâs my girlfriend, loser,â TendĆ sneers, his hand gripping your elbow as he drags you away.
âTendĆ-san, what are you doing?â You attempt to resist his pulling, but he doesnât let up. âI thought I was barely a classmate to you,â
âYeah, well who gave you the right to flirt with some fuck boy?â He looks down at you, anger flashing across your face. The guy is still standing there, watching.
âOh, I figured I wasnât a priority to you. After all, you called that other bitch a âpretty girlâ, so whatâs up? I donât get a cute name like that, except âgirlfriendâ?â You wrench your arm free. âLeave me alone, TendĆ. Go to that other girl,â
âYou mean Hana? Ćno Hana? The girl whoâs crushing on Wakatoshi-kun?â He raises a brow. âAs if sheâd like me. I was complimenting her because she was anxious about talking to Wakatoshi-kun,â
âWell, it didnât seem like that. I listened to the conversation. Leave me alone,â
âWhy would I want her when I have a perfect little girl in front of me? Who else could trust me enough to bind them so tight, or who could cream on my fingers so easily?â He smirks as your face gets hot. A swift smack to his chest is useless when he turns to the guy, holding your arms. He maneuvers you to face the guy, smushing your cheeks together. âTell him who youâre a good girl for, because itâs not gonna be him,â
âTendĆ, this is so awkward,â your muffled voice comes out, dealing with his fingers pushing your lips together. âIâm not gonna say it,â
âThen he can watch as you cream on my fingers. Front row show, you know?â He snickers, moving his hand off your face and moving it underneath your skirt. A brief flash of your underwear towards the boy has you submitting properly, squirming as you practically shout what TendĆ wanted you to say. âSee, not that hard? Oh lookâ heâs running away! I hope he enjoyed the show!â TendĆ waves happily, smiling all the while. Youâre finally released from his hold.
âWhat is wrong with you?â
âWhatâs wrong with you? Thinking you can go be a whore?â
âYou want the relationship on the down-low! You wanted it to be a secret!â
âWell, if that means boys think youâre available, weâll have to change that, wonât we?â He smirks, once again dragging you off. As he heads towards a closet, you know youâre not going back to class with steady legs.
Bokuto
> It was unusual for Bokuto to miss practice, so the managers and Akaashi were asking if you had seen him. You had not, but offered to go looking while everyone else started practice. Akaashi thanked you, leaving to fill in for his missing captain.
> Roaming the school, you checked the bathrooms to see if he was in there and even checked the classrooms to see if he fell asleep. When you didnât find him, you went through checking the halls only to find him walking next to some girl with his arm around her shoulder. The scene hurt you, but a part of you knew he wouldnât ditch practice and cheat on you, it was not in his nature.
> When the girl laughed at one of his jokes, you felt tears prick your eyes and ran off, back to the gymnasium where Akaashi was the first to greet you. You explained what you saw, after he took you to sit down on the bench, while the team continued. He said it probably wasnât what it seemed like, but the scene kept replaying in your mind.
> The next day, you didnât meet him on the roof for your normal lunch date so he got worried. Bokuto can usually read your moods, since you wear your heart on your sleeve, but he hadnât seen you at all. He went looking for you, ignoring the strange looks he got as he ran through the hallways. Once he got to your class, he expected you to be sitting at your desk. Instead, he turned to your friends for help.
> One of them mentioned a dark haired student invited her to eat with him in his class and after he got a description, he went looking for the mystery man. He thought it might have been Akaashi, but he didnât have brown eyes and a mole beside his right eye. It was finding a needle in a haystack, looking in each class until he saw your familiar hair color sitting in an unfamiliar class.
> He just kind of looked at you and the stranger through the window, watching as you laughed at the guyâs jokes. It was the same laugh you used at his jokes. It made an strange feeling in his chest burn, it made him jealous. Walking inside the classroom, you continued talking to the boy as he moved behind you.
> You closed your eyes for a moment but when you opened them, you saw the boyâs face drop as a shadow loomed over you. Looking behind you, you saw your boyfriend standing behind you. âWhatcha doing?â He asked. His voice seemed to be bright and cheerful, normal to the innocent bystander. To you, with the fake smile on his face, it sent shivers down your spine as you looked up at him.
> He wanted to talk to you alone, a hand on your back as he guided you to the stairs leading to the roof. You tried to ask him questions, but he didnât answer. He didnât turn to look at you. He just stared forward as anger simmered in his chest and his eyes.
> Once the roof door had shut, you were roughly pushed against it as his eyes finally met yours. His eyes bore into you, demanding an answer.
âWhatâs wrong?â
âWhy were you flirting with him? Do you no longer love me? Did I do something wrong? Are you tired of me?â As his questions poured out, the anger in his eyes melted into sadness, guilt forming into a ball on your chest. His hair drooped down as he put on his pouty face. âDo you wanna break up?â
âN-No! Not unless you want to, that is. I saw your arm around that g-girl in the hallway. Iââ you gulped, unshed tears on your lashes, catching the sunlight as you look at him. âI thought you were tired of me,â
âWhy would I be tired of you? Youâre the love of my life!â He shouts, you flinching as his booming voice made your ears ring. He apologizes, hugging you tightly into his chest. You do a heaving motion, fighting back the tears as his words play on loop in your mind. âI could never see anyone replacing you in my life,â
âThatâs nice, Bo,â you mumble, rubbing your nose into his chest. Itâs warm and comforting, a nice contrast to the brisk wind in the autumn air. When he moves, you look up to see him grinning at you, a glint in his eyes. âWhat are you thinking?â
âWeâre all alone and obviously my little bird needs to remember just who she belongs to,â he murmurs, rubbing his nose against yours before he quickly drops to his knees. Itâs a sudden movement, his face in front of your skirt and then itâs under your skirt, a leg hooked over his shoulder. Heâll make sure youâre screaming his name before lunchtime is over.
Iâm gonna do this but I donât think Asahi and TendĆ are getting any hoes except Nishinoya and Wakatoshi respectfully. Love them, but these guys are dorks. So, ball bunnies! (Chicks who are only into guys who play volleyball)
Akaashiâs is the only one with implied spicy
Insecure s/o + someone hitting on the boys
Asahi
-> This man is large and scary, heâs probably surprised heâs with you and so in love with you. Heâd never do anything to hurt you on purpose. If he did it on accident, itâd kill him for a long time. So when it does happen, it really hurts both parties.
-> Youâre the manager for Karasuno, helping out Kiyoko and thatâs how you got with Asahi, learning he isnât as scary as he looks. There is a practice match going on between Karasuno and Date Tech, so a few girls are watching the match from the sidelines. It isnât normal, but itâs appreciated.
-> At least, until one of the girls comes up to the boys during their timeout. Itâs an unspoken rule that you donât do that, but there she is. Rubbing Asahiâs bicep as his face goes red, completely stunned. Kiyoko has to restrain you, Daichi telling her she needs to stay on the sides.
-> You and Kiyoko have to go refill their water bottles, so youâre outside filling them up while the girls start talking. Itâs fine, until one of them mentions how upset you got when her friend touched Asahi. Kiyoko, once again, puts her hand on your shoulder to restrain you.
-> When the friend mentions youâre not âa botherâ, as in youâre not an obstacle in her way, it hurts. It hurts even more when she says Asahi could do better, hitting an insecurity of yours. Kiyoko knows this, sadly watching you stop refilling the water bottles and telling her youâd be back. A quick trip to the restroom, you say.
-> Well, 10 minutes later, youâre back and that girl is still all up on Asahi, crossing her arms to push up her breasts. Asahi isnât backing up from her, nor telling her no, giving her no reason to back off. Combined with her earlier statement, you feel your chest hurt.
-> Itâs too late when Asahi notices you, your back hurrying out of the gym as your bag is suddenly missing. He panics, telling the girl to finally leave him alone. Sheâs offended, watching him run off. Kiyoko decides to tell her to kindly leave.
-> Asahi chases after you, your form at the gates of the school as your rub your face. He stops you and panics even more because oh my god why are you crying??? When you tell him about the girl, he feels his heart break, especially when you agree with the girl, saying he deserves someone better.
-> Heâs quick to deny that statement, telling you he canât see himself with anyone else. Heâs hurt that you would think that, especially since you knew he wasnât very confrontational. Even knowing that, itâs hard to push past your insecurities. As someone who has insecurities, he understands. He grabbed his bag before leaving, so he walks you home, hand in yours as he squeezes it occasionally, letting you know heâs not going anywhere.
TendĆ
-> This man has two moods with his hair down: sex god or greasy mop. Personally, heâs probably more like a greasy mop. For this time, heâs a sex god. His hair is smooth and fluffy and itâs like heâs a new person. You donât like that.
-> One thing you donât have to worry about with TendĆ is that he isnât conveniently attractive. Heâs tall and lanky, heâs kind of weird and an otaku/weeb, so the VBC is really his only group of friends. With his hair down, strutting through the hallways and turning heads, itâs easy to forget heâs the same guy who sings out of nowhere.
-> When you go looking for him, hunting the hallways so you guys can study for an upcoming test, you donât expect him to be surrounded by a bunch of girls in the hallway. Itâs an odd sight for you, your heart clenching in a bad way as one of the girlsâ hand runs through his hair, a giggle coming from her. TendĆ is oblivious to your presence, absorbing all the positive attention.
-> You want to run up and pull him away, but as your legs move, you hear some girls talking to him. âWow, youâre so attractive, TendĆ! You donât need to force yourself to be with that weird girl, you know?â An arrow to your chest, it is.
-> One thing that TendĆ loved about you was the fact you were inconveniently weird. Itâs what attracted him to you, the weird girl in his class that matched his own weirdness in a similar, yet different way. Well, he loved it, but you tried to pretend to not be weird. TendĆ didnât mind stares, but you did. It didnât help that TendĆ turned his head, thinking before nodding his head.
-> Thatâs all it really took, tears springing to your eyes as you turn heel and run away. TendĆâs eyes watch your retreating form, following you as you run into the girlsâ restroom. He follows you in, not minding heâs not supposed to be in there. Heâs not quick enough to make it into the stall, you quickly locking it.
-> Itâs not what you think, he explains. He was going to tell her that he liked weird, but you denied his confession, telling him you saw him nod at her. So, in your eyes, he was agreeing that he didnât need to be with you.
-> Once again, he explains. He tells you he was nodding because he agrees he doesnât have to force himself, because he isnât forcing himself. You still find it hard to believe him, but you hear a cap clicking open as he hums, moving to the sinks. Leaving the stall, you see his hair styled up like normal.
-> âI was trying to look good for you, but I guess that didnât work out too well,â he tells you, rubbing his neck. You shake your head. âI like you better with your hair up. It suits you,â you tell him. He smiles and hugs you, promising he wonât ever let you feel bad about yourself. Or feel like youâre not worthy of being with him.
Akaashi
-> Fine ass man, probably has a fan club. Heâs probably gotten at least a few love letters and confessions before, but he never cared for them. No, he cared for the girl who sat next to him in class. You were different from those girls, which is what had him drawn to you. When he confessed, it was a surprise and put a target on your back.
-> Gossip was common, often hearing girls talk about you in the bathrooms and in class, the lunch line and on the walk to school. You got the hottest guy in school and every girl (some guys) hated that. What made you special? Well, that was the problem. You werenât special, you donât know why he liked you. It was a common thought, but you often thought it was an elaborate prank.
-> You though you were right when you turned a corner to see Akaashi talking to some girl. You recognized her from your class, her sitting behind Akaashi. She was twirling her brown hair, fluttering her eyelashes as Akaashi smiled down at her. When her fingers lightly trailed down Akaashiâs arm and he didnât move, you felt your heart shatter.
-> âJust break up with her. Sheâs not special, you know. Weâve all laughed it off, itâs not funny anymore.â Instead of running away, you collapse against the lockers as you listen to their conversation, tears staining your blouse.
-> âNo, sheâs not special, but that doesnât matter. Iâm not special, either. Our relationship isnât supposed to be funny, Sara-san. Now if youâll excuse me, my girlfriend is waiting for me behind those lockers.â You hear her gasp as his footsteps come closer, stopping in front of you. You look up at him, eyes red from crying. âDonât look like that. Thereâs no reason for it.â
-> He walks you home, hand in yours as you slowly walk. Youâre still not convinced he wants to be with you, which he notices. Practice was cancelled today, so he has a free afternoon. When he arrives at your house and your parents arenât home, he has a plan.
-> Setting your bag beside your bed, youâre not expecting Akaashi to wrap his arms around you and kiss you, head tilted to deepen the kiss. âYou wanna know how much I love you? Let me show you.â You donât expect to fall against the bed, but you donât deny him when he has a hunger in his eyes.
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oh please that's so cute but ofc fight between couples is inevitable and when that happens what would s/o do đ„ș
im planning on availing an instax printing service, its worth one dollar per instax akdhsjjs im telling this because im planning to you know bokuto's picture aodjskdjsjjw please
BRO LIVIN THE LIFE UP IN HERE I have a powerpoint presentation of bokuto and ShĆto todoroki manga panels that I look at when Iâm sad and not watching the training camp for the twentieth time because I canât stop staring at Bokutoâs fine ass
I donât know which pair is fighting, so Iâll do all of them!
Bokuto v. Akaashi : hardly fight, usually only raise their voices at each other when one of them is super stressed or one of them crossed a line (maybe getting physical when they get jealous [Bokuto]). S/o usually calms them down by literally turning on the waterworks because shouting at them makes them more pissed off, trying to get their attention by touching them ends with the other one getting more upset (âchoosing a favoriteâ). Once calmed, they are able to talk things out and decide what to do from that point on, but Bokuto and Akaashi can agree that they donât like seeing their s/o cry.
Bokuto v. S/O : Never lasts long, is usually over Bokutoâs jealousy and insecurities. Maybe he saw her getting friendly with Atsumu when she brought him lunch that day and almost started a fight. Maybe she didnât give him cuddles that day, it could be something trivial. Sometimes itâs not trivial, like maybe sheâs stressed and calls him stupid or something insulting. She tries to take it back and apologize, but he usually shuts himself away to cool off or snaps and yells at her. Hearing her yelp and tear up makes him cry, though, so Akaashi is usually the middle man. I love this man to death but if he raised his voice at me I would literally be on the floor in tears
Akaashi v. S/O : the rarest of the rare fights. It only happens when Akaashi is really stressed, him getting snappy and quick with his retorts. Bokuto usually holds her to make her feel better, and Akaashi apologizes to her later. Thatâs a good day. The bad days are when heâs stressed AND sheâs stressed. Sheâs sarcastic and pessimistic, heâs snappy and rude, it just clashes. He says something hurtful and she shoots with something right back, making it turn into a shouting contest. They scream at each other until their throats hurt, but itâs all they can do. Bokuto doesnât like it when theyâre both stressed because itâs like theyâre a lit fuse, ready to blow. He doesnât get in the middle of it either, usually ordering takeout and putting in a movie so when theyâre exhausted and both of them cry a bit, heâs there to hold them and let them just calm down.
hi birdie-san can i request for hcs about y/n overcoming her insecurities but fails everytime because some people body shames her everytime. and then akaashi is there for her. sorry this is v self indulgent but 'kaashi is one of my comfort character that idk if it is weird but everytime my insecurities are making me feel so small, i just love looking at him and bokuto and kuroo and tsukki.
i hope this is not too much birdie-san.
Of course it isnât too much! Everyoneâs got insecurities and all these boys would be very happy to be brighten your days. Very analytical of them (except Bokuto).
At this point all requested hcs might turn into hcs + drabbles but I felt like this needed a little drabble instead of just headcanons
Akaashi w/ Insecure s/o
-> Akaashiâs careful to know when youâre having a bad day or if your spirits arenât that high. Heâs had to watch out for Bokuto, so youâre not a bother to him at all. He knows you have insecurities and is always there to shut down those negative thoughts, making you feel weightless, happy, and loved.
-> One day, he isnât there to stop the spiraling. Heâs at work, while youâre at home. You message him, a quick âHey are you busyâ and he doesnât respond because, well, he is busy. It isnât until later that he sees your message, packing up to go home. He tells you heâs off work, but no response. As a loving boyfriend, he decides to stop by your place before going home.
-> Your apartment has two rooms, one for you and one for your roommate, who happens to be there when he knocks. Sheâs surprised to see him, but letâs him in regardless. Offering him some tea or anything, he denies it and walks to your room instead. Instead of knocking, he opens the door when he hears your sniffling.
âDarling, whatâs wrong?â His voice startles you, jumping as your furiously wipe your eyes. âYou canât hide from me, you know,â his weight on the bed letâs you know heâs beside you, his hand coming to rest on your side. Youâre laying down on your side, facing the wall.
âItâs the same old thing, Keiji. Youâre probably tired of hearing it,â you sniffle some more, continuing to wipe your face. The tears wonât stop flowing, and it breaks his heart. Which one, whether the tears or the fact his love canât keep you safe forever? He doesnât know, but heâs there now. âI.. It happened earlier today, itâs not a big deal anymore, though,â
âIâm sorry I couldnât be there, today was a busy day. Iâll take off tomorrow so we can spend time together, okay? I love you, so everything is a big deal for me,â he whispers to you, voice warm and comforting. The door to the apartment shuts, signaling your roommate left for work. âIâll make you feel better, would you like some tea?â
âArenât you tired of me? Why do you stick around? Keiji, be honest,â you finally turn to him, and he feels his heart break. Youâve been crying for a while, eyes all red and glassy, a bit of snot on your nose, still sniffling. Your face is expecting a harsh reality, when in fact the reality is much warmer. His love for you is true.
âTired of you? Arenât you tired of me? Iâm always working, I canât shower you in all my love all the time. But I do love you. I love the way you smile when you see me,â his long fingers wipe away more tears, using a tissue nearby to wipe your snot. âI love the way you giggle when I tickle you,â as a show, he dives his fingers under the covers to tickle your stomach, immediately getting you giggling and squirming. âI love the way you aim to improve yourself and I love that you let me be there with you. Please, never doubt yourself again, dear. Youâre perfect for me,â and he seals his words with a kiss.