#jadebat7

You didn't exactly hate parties. In fact, you loved going out with your friends, getting ready before, coming home after and taking off your uncomfortable heels.

College was the time to party, obviously. You were going to party. There's something so cathartic about screaming the lyrics to some 2000s trash pop song.

But this party was not your cup of tea. You always refused to go to frat parties with your friends, doubting you'd even be let in. The frat guys on campus were... to put it simply, assholes.

You saw their sideways stares and snickers with their friends. They never tried to hide it. And really at this point, you were used to it. Too long have you been the punching bag.

It was a miracle that you got in, although it was likely because of your friends. They were both super gorgeous, like, model pretty. You weren't jealous, of course.

That's the thing, you knew you were chubby, you knew you weren't skinny but you didn't care. People can judge you all they want, you think your hot and that's what matters, right?

You followed your friends through the large house, the music reverberating against the walls and banging against your ear drums. The ground shook under your feet, your sneakers were weirdly... sticky? Ew.

Either way, you and your friends found the drinks and made yourselves a random mixture of alcohol in shitty red solo cups.

Your friends had on short skirts and tank tops. They looked amazing, as always. You opted for a pair of jean shorts and a white t-shirt. Simple, and easy. Right?

Wrong.

As you were following your friends through the crowd, you heard laughing and soon someone "accidentally" bumped into you, spilling their drink on you. It was red, of course.

The guy laughed, "Shit- My drink, watch where you're going, hippo"

You rolled your eyes, about to go find a bathroom before,

"Apologize right now," A loud voice spoke, standing in front of you. You looked at him, you could barely see him. All you could see in the darkness was his silhouette and his booming voice.

From what you could see, he was... well, he wasn't too bad to look at.

"What? You seriously asking me to apologize? Maybe if she didn't take up half the room, I wouldn't have ran into her"

You almost laughed, it was a good insult, honestly. A little dramatic, but still.

The man in front of you didn't seem to feel the same. He shook his head, "Fuckin' asshole-"

Before you knew it, he grabbed your wrist and was dragging you away from the small crowd that had formed.

Were you about to get murdered? Possibly. But, like, yolo? His grip on your wrist was firm, but still gentle enough to not hurt you.

As you were dragged away, you heard the same voice shout,

"You wanna fuck that fat bitch so bad"

The man stopped, turning back to look at him.

"And so what if I do? Makes me 10x the man you are."

Eventually, you were upstairs. In a room, which was surprisingly clean. Nice job, mystery man.

Once the door was closed, he looked at you

"Hey! Sorry- Hey, uh, sorry about that."

He was somehow more shy now that the two of you were alone. And now that you got a good look at him, he was actually really fucking attractive, and was pretty muscular.

"My names Bokuto, by the way. Or Kou, maybe Kou is better- I'm not a fan of formalities anyway"

His back was turned to you, searching around in the closet.

"I'm y/n, and, why did you drag me up here? And why did you defend me- I've never met you before"

He looked back at you, "Well, I dragged you up here to get you a change of clothes. And I defended you because no one should talk to a person like that,"

He turned back to look in the closet

"Specially when its a pretty girl"

Did you hear that last part right?

No you were probably hearing things.

You stood awkwardly for a few more seconds before he pulled out a hoodie. It was black with a school crest on the back and some writing on the front.

"This good?"

You looked at the hoodie, sighing.

"Its fine, I'm just gonna go back to my dorm. I don't fit in guys clothes."

He smiled, "You'll fit in mine."

You raised a brow, a small smile forming on your face.

"Really?"

"Really."

You shrugged, taking the hoodie. He turned around and you took off your ruined shirt and put on the hoodie and..

It was actually kind of, big on you?

You looked at it, fighting the smile on your face. "Huh, what do you know"

He turned around, "Told ya"

You rolled your eyes, "I won't admit your right,"

You paused for a few seconds, looking around the room before looking back at him.

"Unless, you go on a date with me?"

He grinned, "You have yourself a deal, pretty girl"

a/n: lowkey also wrote this bc I was SICK of seeing hq x chubby readers where the reader is super shy or not confident, so yeah! The outcome might be a little more cringe than I wanted but whatever!

Reblogs always appreciated!

The club was crowded, people dancing and grinding to the beat of the music. You were sat at the bar, your friends long forgotten dancing with some frat guys. You were wearing a dress you didn't feel confident in, but you friends swear you looked good. It hugged you in all the places you hated and showed all the things you wanted to hide.

You twirled the martini glass in your hand, your other hand holding your head as it rested on the table, propped up by your elbow. Your legs were squished together, sitting on the barstool. You heard nothing but chattering and singing behind you as you spaced out. Just trying to wait til your friends eventually got bored and you all took a drunk walk home.

As you were staring at some dripping glasses being filled with drinks, a bartender placed a shot of tequila in front of you. Looking up at him confused, your brows furrowed.

"Sorry, I didn't order a shot-" he nodded, gesturing to a tall man on the other side of the bar.

"That man over there bought you a shot."

Your gaze followed his gesture, finding a man who was, quite attractive. And that was honestly an understatement. He's trying to pull some kind of joke you thought, not used to guys hitting on you. Still, you had to be polite. Right?

You took the shot, swallowing it in one gulp. You wiped your lip from the excess liquid and stood up. You had to adjust the tight dress back around your mid thigh where it actually belonged. Dresses like the one you were wearing tended to grip the excess skin where you least wanted.

The click clack of you heels sounded in the guys ears as he turned to face you approaching him. A smile formed on his face as he saw you approaching him. He licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair before turning and finishing his own shot.

He was big. His back was broad and you could see muscles clearly through his tight shirt. His hair was a mess, with black and white frosted tips. Honestly? The hairstyle worked. He was hot. Really hot. Like, the kind of hot where you'd have to take a triple take to make sure you saw him right.

"Thanks. For the shot" You looked at him, trying not to admire the way his sculpted arms showed through his tight tshirt. Or the way he stretched and the shirt rode up, you could see a happy trail and a bit of pudge where his stomach met his jeans.

"Pretty girls deserve shots" He looked you over, eyes lingering too long for your comfort. You rolled your eyes, assuming he was joking.

"Is that so?" You crossed your arms, brows furrowing at the attempt.

"Yeah, actually," He let out a laugh "Sit down"

You held eye contact for a few seconds before sliding onto the barstool. His brows raised as he admired shamelessly the way your thighs touched together at the hem of your dress, the way your tummy looked in the tight dress.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You teased

"Shit, if you're offering?" He smiled, looking back up at your face.

"What're you getting at here?" You asked with raised brows.

"What do you mean, pretty girl?" He replied, faux innocence and confusion painted on his face.

"That. The nickname? Looking at me like.. that? Just get whatever elementary dare you have to do out of the way and go back to your shitty frat house."

He was silent for a few seconds, genuine confusion now on his face. Then, and get this, then he laughed. He had the audacity to laugh in your face. It was hardly a laugh, honestly. More like a shocked gasp.

"Baby, you're fuckin' hot, is what I'm getting at." He leaned back in the chair, bucking up his hips slightly to adjust fully.

For the first time tonight you were speechless. Just staring at him. Mouth open slightly in shock like a fucking idiot, eyes filled with a mix of confusion and realization. He smiled, arms crossed.

"And, for your information, my frat house is actually quite nice. You could come check it out if you wanna fact check me?" His voice was quieter than before, sounding like a genuine offer. He looked you over again, his gaze burning into you.

"... shit, if your offering?" You finally spoke, looking at him.

He grinned, showcasing a set of sharp canines. As he stood up, you realized just how tall he was. Eyes raking over his torso, watching as he grabbed his wallet and paid for his tab.

Once you made it to his frat, he wasted no time. No introductions were made, no tour of the place. He barely made time to take off his shoes. His room was dark, lit up only by a small lamp next to his bed.

His door was hard, especially since you were being pressed into it by a 250lbs man. His hands held your waist tightly, squeezing your soft curves and rolls like he was praising them. His lips were desperate against yours, deepening the kiss even when you thought it wasn't possible. He eventually backed up, trying to lift you.

"C'mon, let me carry you, baby"

"No, I have perfectly good legs." He laughed at you. Again.

"Let me carry you, pretty."

"I-"

"You think these muscles are for decoration, baby? Let me fucking use them on you." He looked at you, his eyes holding all heat and desperation. He scooped you up like nothing, throwing you over his shoulder and carried you to his bed.

You yelped, your hands balancing yourself on his broad back. His hands found your thighs, only exploring a bit before gently throwing you onto his bed. You looked up at him, a pouting look on your face.

"Oh, there's more where that came from."

The restaurant had closed by now, the usual dinner costumers leaving with small bags in hand of to-go food. Today was an especially busy day at Onigiri Miya, especially with the lunch rush.

You helped your boss, Osamu, clean up the kitchen. Soon enough, he sent you out front to pick up the dining area. You grabbed a spray bottle and clean rag.

After cleaning the tables, you put the chairs on top. Your nose burned slightly from the strong lemon scent of the cleaner.

Now, you had the mop and were cleaning the far side of the dining area. You hummed a random song, slowly getting a little louder. The ding of the bell on the front door broke you out of your thoughts.

You were still turned away, speaking to the person, "Sorry we're... closed?"

You looked at the man in confusion, shaking your head. He looked exactly like your boss, except for the platinum blonde hair on his head.

He grinned, "I didn' know 'Samu hired a new employee," he moved slightly closer to you.

You held onto the handle of the mop, holding it close to you. Maybe not. That was weird. You let go of it slightly.

You still looked at the man, perplexed. Now that he was closer, you could see some minor differences in their appearances but nothing too dramatic.

"I'm Atsumu, or 'Tsumu. Either works," he looked back towards the kitchen, almost cautiously.

"Whats yer name, pretty?"

You were taken aback by his comment, although mentally laughing at the shared accent of Osamu and his twin brother.

"Y-" Your voice cracked, and you cringed. Clearing your throat, you looked at him, "y/n.."

Soon enough, Osamu came out and scolded Atsumu for flirting with his employee. You went back to mopping, trying to ignore the two.

"That's my employee, 'Tsumu!"

"So what? She's not my employee"

"Doesn' matter"

"Does too"

"Does not!"

"Does too-"

You stopped mopping, looking at the two, "I don't think it matters, sir-"

Your voice was timid, shy. You didn't want to overstep a line, but to be honest this Atsumu character piqued your interest.

The blonde man's lips curved into a smile, "I win, again!"

Osamu crossed his arms, before looking back at you "Go finish cleaning"

You frowned, nodding.

Soon enough, you were free to leave. Atsumu left sometime in the 20 minutes it took to wrap everything up. Yet, when you walked out into the parking lot, you saw the bright blonde hair, even with the sunset behind him.

He came up to you, holding his phone. "Mind if I get yer number, gorgeous?"

You rolled your eyes at the nickname, taking the phone. "What do I get?"

Running a hand through his hair, he looked at you, "Ya can brag 'bout dating an Olympic athlete?"

You scoffed, "That was the most obvious brag ever." You handed him back the phone

You turned away, walking to your car. Atsumu had looked at his phone once he thought you couldn't see him and saw your name and number saved as a contact.

He jumped, doing a silent fist pump before looking around, trying to play it cool. What he didn't notice was you watching him in the rear view, smiling.

Maybe this wouldn't be too bad.

The sink was piled up, almost using both sink bays to hold the dishes. It was disgusting, no doubt. How did you even let it get that bad?

No, no you knew. It was him. It was always him, wasn't it? Or was it you? He's convinced it's you. Your fault. Everything. All the time.

Your shared apartment was empty the last 4 days. No word from him. God knows where he's been.

The night started so sweetly. He made dinner, greeted you at the door with flowers and a kiss on the forehead. He lead you to the rose decorated table where a plate of your favorite food sat.

"Tetsu-"

"Happy anniversary, my love" He smiled his usual toothy grin, hair falling out of place.

You grinned. And it was genuine. It was sweet. It was pure.

He pulled out your chair so gently. He pushed it in for you, handing you a napkin. Poured your wine slowly so it wouldn't spill.

He sat across from you, running a nervous hand through his hair. He poured his own wine, lighting a candle and looking at you so lovingly. Soft music played in the background

"Tetsu, you didn't have to do all this-"

"I wanted to, hun- I wanted to" He grinned as he cut up his food.

"My thing isn't nearly as great as this" You smiled sheepishly, eating your own food.

"Don't worry, love. Just eat before it gets cold"

You nodded, eating the food he made for you. Was it perfect? Absolutely not. Did it need salt? Absolutely. But he made an effort. That's what mattered. Right?

As you both finished your dinner, he took your plate with a kiss on the head and brought them to the kitchen sink. He put them in the sink, turning around and coming back to the table.

You looked at the kitchen, the pile of dishes that now filled the sink. You sighed, you'd probably be washing them that night.

He came back to the table, "So what'd you get me?"

You smiled, giving him a bag. Inside was a small, sentimental gift. "It's not much"

He grinned, "No, I love it."

You smiled, "And, I have news.." you looked at him, a spark in your eyes.

"Oh really? I'm excited" He smiled

"Well- Okay, so... I got a job offer a month ago and today I decided to... accept it!"

He stood up, "What, baby, that's amazing!"

You grinned, standing up as well. He pulled you into a tight hug.

"So, where is it? Is it closer to my office?"

You fidgeted with your hands.

You looked away.

You sighed.

"Well. Actually... It's... In America?"

You replayed the night over and over in your memory. The fight. The pure anger in his eyes. Your hands gripped the glass tighter.

You put it down, pushing off the kitchen counter you were leaning on and standing in front of the dishes. Even though they were days old and probably starting to smell, they had a happiness lingering over them.

They were untouched by anyone except him. They were the last living thing of him in the apartment. Everything else was pointless.

The air was crisp. Cold. Even for the late summer, it was chilly. You helped Iwaizumi pack his bags into your small car, it was pretty easy considering he only had a few.

You looked at him across the hood of the car as he thought how to fit in a few more things. He looked up at you, making eye contact.

"What?"

"Nothing." You smiled.

He shook his head, closing the car door and coming to stand next to you.

"That should be it, I think"

You nodded, "So... It's really happening? Our Iwa's going to college in the big USA?"

He rolled his eyes, hooking an arm around your shoulder. You both looked at the sky, the sun slowly starting to descend from the sky. You leaned against his shoulder.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"... I'm gonna miss you too"

You looked at him from his shoulder, "I can't believe you and Oikawa are moving at the same time, leaving little old me here alone"

He laughed softly, "We're always a call away, y'know"

"Yeah.. 's not the same though"

"... I know"

You sat in silence for a few more moments, enjoying the quiet together. A few kids went by on their bikes, chasing after each other. One rang the bell on her bike as she tried to keep up with the other boys.

You smiled, biting the inside of your cheek. It reminded you of when you and Iwa were kids. Staying out on the streets late to play games. Chasing eachother around the yard. All that kid stuff.

You wiped a stray tear from your face, "Well... Ready to go?"

He nodded, not acknowledging the lone tear. You both climbed into the car and you drove to airport in silence. Comfortable silence, of course. It was never awkward with him.

Eventually, you were at the airport. You helped him unload his bags.

"I'm gonna be back, you know."

"I know."

"I'll call you every night"

"No you're not" You grinned, knowing he wasn't a fan of calls.

"You're right. Once a week."

You nodded, "Deal"

You stood there looking at him for a beat before he sighed, "I should probably..."

"Right, right-" You frowned, pulling him into a small hug.

"Don't have too much fun"

He laughed, "I won't-"

You pulled away, a lump forming in your throat that you couldn't fight. You said one last sad goodbye before watching him walk away, into the airport.

You sighed, wiping away your tears and turning to walk back to your car. You clung to yourself as you felt your patience slip.

"Y/n!" Wait!" You turned, hearing your name.

Soon enough you were engulfed by his arms. He hugged you so tight you thought your head might pop off.

You wrapped your arms around him and squeezed, unable to stop the flow of tears.

"I love you, y/n- It's so hard saying goodbye- You know I hate this mushy stuff, but-"

"I love you too, douchebag"

He smiled, somehow pulling you closer.

"I swear, I'll visit all the time"

"You better."

He smiled, pulling away and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

"Don't get into trouble while I'm gone"

"Oh my God I wont," You laughed, wiping away your tears.

He smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. He looked at his watch, "Okay- I really do have to go-"

"Alright"

The silence filled for another few moments,

"Anyway, uhm... Don't be a stranger, really."

He smiled, "Of course."

And he was gone. Walking back to the airport and you walking back to your car. You sat there and watched his plane take off, taking him away from you.

You drove home, a piece of you now on the way to California. That night, you slept with the teddy bear he got you for your birthday when you were 8, wearing the shirt he gave to you a week ago when you got stuck in the rain.