#onlyfortheplot

Sugawara

Suga is absolutely the type of boyfriend that checks on you multiple times a day. He’s so used to doing it for his first year ‘children’ that he automatically pulls you into the group. 

You actually have Tanaka to thank, though you probably won’t...that boy’s head doesn’t need to get any bigger. He must have caught onto your sniffling when he was pulling out a well worn copy of “Cat’s Cradle.” So when Suga shows up at the library out of breath and wearing a worried expression you know exactly what’s happened. Part of you is frustrated at Ryu for not minding his own business, but mostly you’re just grateful to see your gorgeous boyfriend.

“It's fine, it was just a book,” you say, though you still might not be 100% you are feeling much better. 

Suga relaxes his shoulders just a bit but pulls you in tightly against his chest. “I know that you love to read and I’m happy about that but I don’t like to see you cry.” 

“Well you could always look away,” you tease, the soft scent of his cologne calms you down almost immediately. 

“Look away from you? I could never.” 

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Tsukishima

Tsuki can be such an asshole most days, and sarcastic as hell. Honestly, those are some of the things you love most about him but it’s not exactly the kind of characteristics you find helpful in your current situation. 

It’s stupid, you know it’s stupid but you can’t feel any less embarrassed or upset about it no matter how hard you try.

Tsuki is not who you call in an emotional crisis, okay? He’s just not. So as much as you hate to do it, you send a text to Tadashi asking him politely to distract your boyfriend until 9 because you know that even Tsuki isn’t rude enough to show up at your house that late. 

Tomorrow you’ll be fine, you just need a little time to adjust. 

Tadashi seems skeptical but promises to do his best and really, that’s all you can ask for. 

Despite his less than chauvinistic traits, Tsuki can be pretty observant, you’re not banking on anything but hopefully the call of volleyball will do the hard work for you. 

When your phone flicks over to tell you it’s 9 pm you breathe out a sigh of relief and then just let yourself go. You cry harder than before, trying to push all your feelings out as fast as you can as if that’s going to make everything better again. 

It doesn’t. 

There’s a knock at your door at nearly ten when you were about half asleep, you think your mother will get it until you remember she has a late shift at the restaurant. You shuffle to the door in your pajamas, looking through the small window to see your boyfriend standing outside soaking wet and wearing a furious expression. 

On instinct you jerk the door open wide eyed and in shock as Tsuki presses against you despite his half drowned state. 

“Tssukii?” You ask, if it weren’t for the cold damp sinking into your clothes and touching your skin you’d swear it was a dream.

“You weren’t there…” he said, sternly like a father almost.

“Huh?” 

“You weren’t there, at practice…” 

“Well I don’t always-” 

“You go when you say you’ll go and you weren’t there,” he says again, this time slowly emphasizing the words. “I knew something was wrong and then Dashi-Tedashi tried to keep me late. Then Suga wanted to go out for ‘a bite’ and then it was late and I tried to be respectful, I did.” 

You’re growing more and more surprised by every word. “But you didn’t respond to my texts and it was raining and I- you weren’t there.” he growls out this time, shaking as he pulls you tighter against him to the point that it’s getting hard to breathe. 

“Tsuki, I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean to worry you. I was embarrassed...about the other day, and I didn’t know how to face you, or the guys.” 

His eyes that had been full of something, heady changed. He relaxed his posture and his hold just a bit before he sighed dramatically. “You have nothing to worry about, it was cute and if anyone dares to say differently…” he paused, his eyes going dark. “They can deal with me.”

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Diachi: Again Trigger Warning for sick grandfather! 

Your boyfriend can be kind of rough on the guys but with you, he is the absolute softest. So when you find yourself unable to hold back the tears you try to keep your distance. He would absolutely comfort you but you don’t want him skipping practice or studying or anything else just because you’re upset. 

You will handle this on your own, you think to yourself. 

Going to school is out of the question, not only because you literally cannot stop crying, but also because you’re too tired to deal with things and you know you wouldn’t be able to escape him if you were nearby. 

Instead you ignore the issue until you notice three missed texts on your phone. 

Message from BF: Brought you a gift today, meet me for lunch? 

Message from BF: Are you okay? Your classmate said you didn’t show up today.

Message from BF: Do you need me to bring you medicine or soup or...umm, y’know anything else? 

You try to smile at the messages and you do because you absolutely adore him, but it doesn’t stop the tears. You text back a short, “I’m fine” before pulling the covers back over your head and trying to sleep your sadness away.

Daichi shows up at your house at 4:23 that afternoon meaning he must have ran the whole way there directly after school was over. 

You answer the door with red rimmed eyes and tear tracks on your face and all he can do is engulf you in his arms. 

Your surprised, “Practice?” catches him off guard but he quickly responds. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong but I’m here...and I’m not going anywhere.” 

You finally invite him in and tell him the news about your grandfather’s failing health and before you know it he’s cradled you in his arms again and is petting your head, playing with your hair, and any other methods he can think of to make you relax. 

“I’m so sorry,” he says, and you know he means it wholeheartedly. 

“What am I gonna do without him?” You ask softly, feeling your heart crack open in your chest.

“I don’t have all the answers but whatever it is, you won’t have to do it alone,” he says, like he’s swearing an oath and for the first time in what feels like hours, your tears gently slow to a stop.