#blackjackal

Disclaimer: Don't own the pic, just the plot~ Hope you enjoy!

You were the perfect couple as what your friends always say.

The ever burning passion of Atsumu can only be cooled down by your logical and calm side, prefering to look at things in different perspective before making a decision contrary to his rather impulsive and brash attitude.

However despite the differences, you managed to co-exist peacefully with the said man, even reaching two years of living together with him without much of a fight between the two of you.

"Hey love" Atsumu exhaled in relief, face brightening when he saw you as soon as he came home, "I miss you. God, Bokuto is so handful to deal with" He complained, breathing in your scent he always adore.

You reciprocated the gesture, embracing him even more tightly before letting go and pinching your nose. "I'm happy you're back but take a shower first please. Your smell is killing me"

Atsumu playfully pouted before tackling you, this time the both of you falling on the cold, hard floor.

"Well then, let me spread my manly smell all over you!" He proclaimed, nuzzling his face to your neck and tickling your sides.

Giggles and squeals erupted from your mouth as you heave and tried to get away from him.

"Now I smell just like you!"

"Its okay! We'll take a shower together" He smirked, winking suggestively.

You feel your face getting hot. "Get off, you're heavy"

He pulled himself up before swiftly carrying you bridal style, earning a squeak of surprise.

"Seriously, you're hopeless" You sighed, smiling exasperatedly at your man who often acted more like a playful dog.

"Heh, I'm hopelessly in love with you Yn-chan~" He sang cheekily, causing you to push his face away.

I'm head over heels in love with you too Tsumu, You thought as you stare at the blond haired setter preparing the bath.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Ever since the MSBY team had won the Olympics, they've been getting more opportunities to play against other countries. With their increasing fame, interviews and commercials have been common nowadays especially with Atsumu given his extraordinary looks that gathered lots of fans in the country, some even international.

You couldn't be more proud of him. Of your Tsumu who is living out his dreams since he was still in high school. Seeing your man achieve the dreams he work so hard for made your heart swell with happiness.

If only things could have been more simple.

With his growing popularity, Atsumu slowly started to change.

Cancelled date plans, unanswered messages and calls, lack of attention everytime he was home, and sudden burst of anger that was unfairly projected at you become the norm for him.

Trying to carry on the relationship by yourself despite of this, you only smiled and still give him the benefit of the doubt, promising to have real conversation on the matter in order to solve it like real adults

"God-what is it again? You're always nagging and nagging. Sheesh, why are women like this?" Atsumu complained, crossing his arms in distaste as you frown at his reply.

"Tsumu, you're always prolonging this talk. You know we need to approach this matter between us as soon as possible. I don't want this relationship to end so lets work this-"

"Well what if I'm tired of it all!? Can't you see I have so much potential but you're only holding me back!"

"How am I holding you back?" you snapped, voice almost cracking at his accusation. "I've been doing nothing but support you all this time"

"Maybe I don't want your support! Maybe I just want you here, waiting patiently for me when I got home instead of uselessly blabbing your mouth at me everytime we talk! You don't even pay the bills-oh right cause you don't have a job so why not just shut up and let me do my work properly without your ass bothering me every single time!?"

"First of all, you don't have the right to tell me all that. We talked about this before and YOU were the one who basically told me not to work and insisted I clean the house. Second, I was doing my job as your girlfriend, that's why I always worry for you. I love you Tsumu. If you don't like that, you should have told me. Third, I never bother you nor nag you as much as you make it out to be. If you haven't noticed, the last time I talked to you was last week because I was being considerate of you and don't want to discuss this when you're tired. But I can see our relationship is crumbling and if I still delay this talk with you, I'm afraid it will only make matters worse" You placidly explained.

Your calmness and the way you reason your side logically only spur on Atsumu's anger. His pride not taking your words.

"You know what, fuck you! I don't want to hear whatever shit you're spouting right now! Get out of my sight!" He raged. His frustration from practice and pressure to be the best setter all combining into a big ball of fury he decided to unleash on to you.

Your heart felt like breaking into pieces when you heard his words. This was not your Tsumu anymore. He changed. Biting your lips to prevent the oncoming tears, you nodded and left his side, going into the guest room to sleep alone for the night.

Days after that, everything returned to normal as if the fight never happened. However, gone was the usual loving atmosphere inside their home- a cold, empty tension replaced in its stead.

With Atsumu's tour around different countries to play volleyball, you often were left alone to watch him shine on the television screen in your living room. He didn't text you back like the way he used to when he was on his trip abroad. Back when things were simpler.

A tear stream down your face when you saw him getting interviewed about a celebrity being paired with him. He didn't deny the claims of them dating but only wink and said some catchy lines that make the fans swoon around him. Soon after that, the reporters had him take a picture with the female celebrity who gets too handsy with the setter, blush on her cheeks as she cling too closely to him. To your man, Atsumu, who only pulled her closer by the waist as they took pictures.

You can see it clearly, how he revels in the attention. But with the two of you in a serious relationship, you'd hope he has somehow outgrown that habit and acted accordingly.

That night, you waited for even a message coming from him, deep inside hoping he explains what happened on the interview as he knows you always watch him on the TV.

Not a single text came.

You thought back to the times, you always waited for him with food prepared on the table and how he brush you off, saying he's tired. The weekly date nights that slowly turned to once or twice in a month before he started to stood you up without informing you beforehand.

The memory was still fresh on your mind. Waiting for him for almost 4 hours, the restaurant staff giving you sympathetic looks before you saw on an Instagram story a picture of him with the members of the Black Jackal team, partying with no care in the world.

You tried several times to discuss the issue with him but each time receiving only insults about how sensitive and dramatic you are. It wasn't even that big of a deal. Why do you blow things out of proportion?

You couldn't count how many times you reach out for him, trying to ground him back to reality as he was getting sweep up in his career and fame. He's slowly getting farther and farther away from you and try as you might, you slowly start to lose the hope of ever reaching him again.

The space between you growing miles apart.

It didn't take long for you to decide after that. Crying on your bed as you play even sadder songs probably doesn't help you too much with the situation but it did manage to release some of the sadness out of your system.

You love Atsumu. You truly do. But you wouldn't stand for this kind of treatment.

Glancing at both your picture on the bedside table, smiling happily, another fresh wave of tears poured out your eyes as you turned it upside down, hiding the picture as you looked one last time at the bedroom you two used to share.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Atsumu opened the door to both your apartment, expecting to see you. Somehow the moment he step inside, a feeling of loneliness creeps on his back, the atmosphere too quiet. He placed his shoes on the rack, noticing the lack of your shoe wear.

Maybe you went outside?

Walking along the hallways, he couldn't help but feel something amiss. He put down his luggage on the living room, along with some surprise he got for you as he felt guilty with how he treated you for the past weeks. And for what happened with the interview along with the female celebrity. He knows you've seen what transpired and he was planning to explain it but got caught up with the volleyball practice that he failed to do so.

Its okay, you'll understand, right? Despite what he did, you'll always be there anyway right?

Atsumu finally entered their shared room. The bed was done and he went straight to the bathroom to shower when he noticed your things missing in the counter. A sense of dread fills him as he hurried to the closet and pulls it open to see your clothes gone from their place. Scrambling frantically, he almost tore the whole place down as he check each room and places you usually have your things but an empty sight greets him instead.

It can't be, He thought, fingers shaking as he called your number on the phone. It ring twice before he was sent to the voicemail.

Did you finally realize you deserve someone better and left him for good?

Atsumu paced back and forth before sitting at your shared bed, hair messy from how much he anxiously brush it over and over in distress. He saw the framed photograph, lying upside down and he righted the position, a picture of your smiling face along with his, greeting him as if mocking him for what he lost. He looked around the room, opening each drawer and hoping for a letter you left for him.

There was none.

At this point, he helplessly cried on the bed, hands covering his face as he continuously calls for your name in regret, apologies spilling on his lips with no one to hear them.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Five years later~

Atsumu had reach the top of his career, his name famous all over the country, the MSBY team winning several times in Olympics. He had a luxurious penthouse he's currently living in, sports car that many only dream to have, and a net worth of millions. Everyone envies him while also admires his success in life.

But despite of that, he never felt more empty than before. Sitting at the top of the world means nothing when he saw his teammates and friends getting happily married, some of them having children while his heart remains fixed on you, on what he lost.

He never heard from you after that.

Thinking back to all he's done only serves a painful reminder on his regrets, the things he wished with all his might he can change, if only he can turn back time, he'll appreciate you more. He'll be the perfect man for you. He'll serve you as you deserve to be treated as his queen. But-

A sound of soft giggling broke him out of his thoughts, the sweetest melody that only appears now in his dreams. He turned his head to see you in front of him coming out of a store in a busy street, a smile drawn on your lips as you carry a baby, no more than 2 years old. From beside you, he spotted Akaashi Keiji with his arms protectively placed around your shoulder as he smiled at what you're saying. He noticed it as it glint mockingly at his face, a couple of matching band on your finger and his.

Ah, Atsumu thought with a bitter smile, you're married.

Time seemed to slow down for him as tears spilled down his cheeks, torn heart feeling like breaking again into tiny, more pieces.

You've moved on and he can't blame you for that.

As he was still wearing his disguise so as not to draw attention, you didn't recognize him, your focus solely on your husband and child as you passed him, Atsumu, now just another stranger on the street.

The wind blows just at that moment, letting your scent linger in the air. It was still the same after all these years, opening up the memories hidden safely in his mind, back when it was the two of you, back when he took for granted what he had.

I hope you're happy, Atsumu thought with a wistful smile, staring at your back as it disappears among the crowd of people.

I hope he treats you right, way better than I did back then...

Because you deserve it..

Because even now I still love you, Y/n

Fin

man lotsa medabots recently

I just received this month’s Metalhead Box in the mail. I must say that the packaging on these things has become amazing over time. Love the Slayer comic!

Patch: Tribute to Trevor Strnad from The Black Dahlia Murder.

Pin: Dissection

Shirt: Tribunal (not pictured)

Tape 1: Vacuous Depths - Corporal Humiliation