#saeko x reader

“you okay?” she asked casually, kicking off her boots. “you look kinda wiped.”

you nodded, slow. “yeah. just… feeling a little sensitive today. i kinda need some quiet.”

you were just being honest.

but saeko froze mid-step, eyebrows shooting up like you’d said something ridiculous. “seriously?” she huffed a little laugh. “babe, i’ve barely walked through the door.”

you tried to smile. “i know. i’m not mad. i just—today was a lot.”

she tossed her keys onto the counter, shrugging. “yeah, well, so was mine.”

you swallow. “i’m not saying yours wasn’t. i just… could use you being a little gentle right now.”

that’s when she says it.

not cruel. not sharp. just careless in the way someone is when they speak faster than they think.

“i’m not your emotional babysitter.”

the words hit so fast your breath stutters.

you go still. completely still. like someone pressed pause on your whole body.

saeko doesn’t notice at first — she’s already heading toward the fridge, muttering about how she hasn’t even had a beer yet and the house already feels “tense.”

something in your chest quietly folds in on itself.

you nod even though she isn’t looking. “right,” you whisper. “sorry.”

she grunts something in response — distracted, dismissive — and doesn’t catch the way your shoulders sink, or how you suddenly can’t quite meet her eyes.

you turn away under the excuse of grabbing laundry from the bedroom, but really you just need a minute where she can’t see the way your throat tightens, the way your stomach twists like you’ve been stupid for feeling anything at all.

behind you, saeko’s voice floats casually from the kitchen.

she doesn’t know she just wedged a crack somewhere deep inside you.

she won’t notice it yet — not tonight, maybe not tomorrow.

but the damage is already there.

and you close the bedroom door gently, quietly, because somehow making any noise feels like too much.

Sawamura Daichi

you hadn’t even raised your voice. you’d just asked — calm, careful — why he hadn’t told you he’d be late again.

he looked up from his phone, brows pinched. “i told you this morning.”

“no, you didn’t.”

he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “then i must’ve forgotten. it’s not that deep.”

you stared at him. “i waited for you for three hours, Daichi.”

“yeah,” he said flatly, “and?”

the silence that followed made the walls hum.

“and i just wish you’d told me,” you said softly. “i made dinner—”

he groaned, standing, voice rising just enough to cut. “you’re overreacting.”

the words hit fast, sharper than you expected.

you blinked, forcing a laugh that cracked halfway out. “i’m not—”

“it’s one night,” he snapped. “one. night. stop acting like i abandoned you.”

your mouth went dry.

he exhaled hard, muttering, “jesus, it’s always something with you lately.”

that one landed harder.

you felt it — the heat creeping up your throat, the way your chest started to ache in that slow, quiet way that always made you feel stupid for caring.

you nodded once, pretending it didn’t hit. “okay,” you whispered. “got it.”

he turned away, already picking his phone back up, the conversation over in his mind.

you stood there for a moment, staring at the uneaten dinner on the table — the candles you’d lit, the wine that had gone warm, the silence he didn’t even notice.

and when you finally blew the candles out, your hands were shaking.

Sugawara Koushi

you’d been watching him all evening — the way he kept rubbing his temples, the way he barely touched his food. you knew that look; it meant something was wrong.

“rough day?” you asked gently.

he didn’t look up. “just long.”

“you wanna talk about it?”

“not really.”

you nodded, trying to give him space. but the silence pressed down until you couldn’t take it anymore.

“you’ve been quiet lately,” you said softly. “like… not just tired quiet, but distant.”

he sighed through his nose, the kind of sound that made your stomach drop. “can we not do this right now?”

you hesitated. “Koushi, I’m just—”

“I said not right now.”

the words came out sharper than his usual tone — low, clipped, final. you froze, trying to keep your voice steady. “I wasn’t trying to start anything.”

he set his chopsticks down a little too hard. “you always say that,” he muttered. “every time I’m tired, every time I just want a moment to breathe, you turn it into a problem.”

you blinked. “I don’t—”

“you do,” he interrupted, finally looking at you. His eyes weren’t angry, just cold. “not everything needs a talk, or a check-in, or whatever. sometimes I just want to be left alone.”

each word felt deliberate. controlled. and it hurt worse than if he’d shouted.

you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to nod. “okay.”

he went back to eating like nothing had happened. you sat there, staring at your plate, trying not to move, trying not to let the heat behind your eyes spill over.

the quiet stretched until you couldn’t stand it anymore.

“I wasn’t trying to fix you,” you whispered, voice shaking.

he didn’t look up.

you pushed your plate away, the sound of porcelain against wood louder than anything he’d said that night.

Asahi Azumane

he’d been quiet all evening — pencil scratching, fabric draped over his work table, that faint smell of coffee going cold. you’d been sitting nearby, scrolling on your phone, just keeping him company.

when one of his sketches started slipping off the edge, you reached out automatically to steady it.

“please don’t touch that — you’ll mess it up.”

his voice was quick, sharp, too loud in the quiet room.

you froze, your hand still in the air. “I was just—”

“I know,” he said, exhaling hard. “just don’t. you always move things around when I’m working, and it’s distracting.”

you blinked, stunned. “I was trying to help.”

“yeah, well,” he muttered, still not looking up, “not everything needs your help.”

the words hit like a slap.

he was still sketching when you dropped your hand back into your lap, staring at the floor because looking at him hurt too much.

“sorry,” you said, barely audible.

he didn’t respond.

you sat there, the air heavy with the sound of graphite against paper. it was the only sound left, the rhythm of someone creating something beautiful while you tried not to fall apart two feet away.

your chest burned, throat tight — that ugly, quiet kind of hurt that doesn’t make a sound.

you stood slowly, careful not to bump anything, and his chair didn’t even creak when you walked past him.

he didn’t look up when you grabbed your bag. didn’t notice the way you lingered in the doorway for half a second, waiting for him to realize you were leaving.

he never did.

the door clicked softly behind you, and the silence you left behind was the only thing he seemed to want.

Shimizu Kiyoko

you notice the distance before she ever says it.

the quiet. the way she moves around you without really looking at you. the way she answers every question with one or two words that feel like they were rationed.

finally, when the silence gets too heavy to pretend you don’t feel it, you try:

“are you… upset with me?”

she doesn’t look up from folding laundry. “no.”

you wait. she doesn’t add anything else.

“okay,” you whisper. “you’ve just been a little distant.”

this time she pauses — just barely — hands stilling at the hem of a shirt before she smooths it out on the table.

then she says it:

“i just needed some space from you today.”

there’s no sharpness. no coldness. just calm.

so calm it hurts worse.

you blink once, twice, chest tightening in a way you weren’t ready for. “space… from me?”

“yeah.” she folds another shirt. “i just needed quiet. it’s nothing big.”

you stand there, hands loose at your sides, feeling something slowly, quietly drain out of you.

nothing big.

she finally glances over, only long enough to add, “you don’t have to take it personally.”

but you already did.

you swallow, forcing your voice not to break. “right. sure. okay.”

she nods, satisfied with the simplicity of your answer, and goes back to what she was doing.

you watch her for a moment — the neat movements, the careful creases, the way she doesn’t look at you again — and the hurt settles in your ribs like a stone.

you turn away before she can see your expression.

she doesn’t ask where you’re going. she doesn’t notice how quiet you’ve gone.

she just keeps folding, like nothing she said mattered at all.

and for the rest of the evening, she doesn’t check on you once.

Nishinoya Yuu

the call was bad from the start — choppy connection, too much background noise, his voice faint under the roar of wherever he was this week.

you smiled anyway, curling deeper into the blanket. “you sound tired,” you said softly. “rough day?”

“nah,” he said, grinning faintly through the screen. “just long. you know how it is.”

“i miss you,” you said. simple. honest.

the grin faded. “you knew what you were signing up for.”

you blinked. “what?”

he sighed, like it was obvious. “this. the traveling. the distance. i told you it wouldn’t be easy.”

“i didn’t say it was easy,” you said quietly. “i just said i miss you.”

“yeah, well,” he muttered, glancing off-screen, “it’s not like i can do anything about it, so what’s the point in saying it?”

your throat tightened. “the point is that i feel it,” you said, voice breaking.

he laughed once — dry, humorless. “yeah, you always feel everything too much. it’s exhausting sometimes.”

the silence after was deafening.

you stared at him, the edges of your vision blurring, the ache behind your eyes sharp and immediate. “i didn’t know my feelings were exhausting.”

“that’s not what i—”

“no,” you cut in, voice trembling. “it is.”

he opened his mouth, but you’d already hit “end call.”

the screen went black, his frozen image fading into your reflection — eyes red, jaw clenched, phone shaking slightly in your hand.

he’d call again, maybe. tomorrow, next week, whenever it was convenient.

but you knew this feeling — that hollow, punched-through ache that came from loving someone who mistook your heart for noise.

you locked your phone and set it face down.

the quiet that followed was the loudest thing in the room.

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

you’d had one of those days — the kind that eats away at you in small ways until you feel brittle all over. you told him that when he came in, voice quiet, already smiling a little to make it sound like less of a big deal.

“rough day, huh?” he said, toeing his shoes off, grin already in place.

“yeah,” you said. “i just… feel off today.”

he leaned in, trying to kiss your forehead, but you shook your head. “not right now,” you murmured. “i just need a minute.”

his grin faltered. “oh, come on. don’t start that again.”

“start what?”

“that whole mopey thing.”

you blinked. “i said i was tired.”

he laughed — short, sharp, not amused. “yeah, you say that every time something doesn’t go your way.”

you stared at him, heartbeat thudding in your ears. “excuse me?”

“you heard me,” he said, shrugging. “it’s always something — too tired, too stressed, too much. maybe you’d feel better if you actually did something about it instead of sulking all the time.”

the words hit before you even processed them. you felt them land deep in your stomach, cold and final.

“i’m not sulking,” you said, but it came out small.

“whatever,” he muttered, waving a hand. “you act like the world ends every time you have a bad day. it’s exhausting.”

you went still. completely still.

he didn’t look at you — didn’t see the way your lips parted, or how your fingers twitched like you were holding on to something that wasn’t there.

you swallowed, forcing air into your lungs. “i’ll stop, then,” you said quietly.

“what?”

“being exhausting.”

you walked past him before he could answer. your throat burned, your chest felt tight, but you kept moving — to the bathroom, to anywhere the sound of his voice couldn’t reach.

he called your name once, confused.

you didn’t answer.

you shut the door, locked it, and stared at the sink for a long time until the first tear finally dropped, hot against your hand.

you turned the faucet on so he wouldn’t hear.

Ennoshita Chikara

you’d dropped by his clinic again, lunch bag in hand, smiling even though you could tell he was busy. you always timed it for the lull between patients — fifteen minutes tops, long enough to hand him food and steal a few minutes of quiet together.

he was talking to a coworker when you came in, and you waved, setting the bag on the counter.

“look who’s here again,” one of the other therapists teased, grinning. “you’ve got your own personal cheerleader, huh?”

you laughed along, cheeks warm. “someone’s gotta keep him fed.”

but Ennoshita’s smile was tight, awkward. his coworkers chuckled, and for a moment, you thought he’d join in. instead, he said, flat and quiet, “can you not act like that here? you’re kind of embarrassing.”

the laughter died immediately.

you felt it before you understood it — the heat crawling up your neck, the sting behind your eyes. you forced a smile anyway. “oh. sorry.”

“it’s fine,” he muttered, already looking away, straightening papers on his desk like he hadn’t just gutted you in front of a room full of people.

you nodded once, small, mechanical. “right. well… i’ll just leave this, then.”

you set the bag down and turned toward the door. no one said anything. the silence felt thick, too heavy to breathe through.

the moment you stepped outside, the cold air hit, and it almost helped — almost.

you blinked fast, staring at the concrete under your shoes until the world stopped spinning.

you told yourself he was just stressed. you told yourself he didn’t mean it. but the words still looped in your head, over and over, quieter each time until they didn’t sound like words anymore.

can you not act like that here? you’re kind of embarrassing.

you walked the whole way home with your hands shoved deep into your pockets, your heartbeat loud in your ears, and the taste of humiliation still sitting sharp in your throat.

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(part one of two, part two here)

new series alerttttttt... hi yes sticks and stones break bones but words will always hurt worse :)

first time so far doing angst, how is it? don't worry, a fluffy follow up will follow sometime

You and Saeko have known each other since the two of you were three, and you’ve grown up alongside each other and done everything together. You used to take baths together when you were little, cried to each other when you got your first periods, and were even each other's first kisses (even though you always thought it didn’t technically count). The bottom line is the two of you did everything together and now you live together in a small shitty apartment near the university campus. Your schedules are hectic for your second year of college so you really only see Saeko for breakfast and dinner. You’re not really one for going out, especially if you weren’t invited so when your classes end you head back to the apartment. Saeko is the exact opposite, so this is how you ended up with this scene before you: Saeko begging you to go to some random house party being thrown by a person neither of you had met. 

“Please, we have to go!” Saeko pleads, “It’ll be so much fun and you barely go out. Please just for a little.”

“Who is even throwing it?” You counter, “Who do we even know? I can’t just cling to you all night!”

“But you can! Please, you can leave early if it’s really horrible.” She flashes her pleading eyes at you again, and you can feel your resolve crumbling little by little. 

“What time does it start? I’m going to leave after an hour!” Her eyes light up and your heart gives an involuntary flutter.

“It starts at ten, but no one will really be there until like eleven. But this means you’re going, right?” She looks at you expectantly.

“Yes, yes. You wore me down, but I’m only staying an hour.” You say this sternly while Saeko basically jumps for joy. She bounds over to you and gives you an obnoxious and wet kiss on the cheek. You groan while you wipe it off as she throws her head back, laughing.

“You won’t regret this! It’s gonna be so fun.” She’s still laughing so her tone sounds as though it is laced with sunshine. You roll your eyes at her, hoping she’s right, but expecting everything to be mediocre.

---

Saeko is practically buzzing with excitement as the two of you get ready to go out. She’s chatting nonstop about all the people who will be there and who she’s planning on taking home. You let her chatter faze out and use it as white noise as you try not to think about Saeko with other people. You can't stop her from doing what she wants to do, so you must resign yourself to ignoring any mention of it.

"... like how does that even make sense, you know?" Is all you hear as you tune back into whatever tangent Saeko has gone off on. You fumble with you your words for minute before you just shrug and blow a raspberry through your lips. "Exactly!" She exclaims, like you had actually contributed to the conversation. She goes back to applying her makeup in the mirror as you walk over to pick out a shirt to wear from your side of the room. Saeko rolls her eyes as you pull out a plain black tank top from your drawers.

"You know, you can borrow whatever you want from my closet?" She says playfully.

"I actually didn't know that," you shoot back, matching her tone, "Is my shirt not appropriate for what's-his-face's party?"

"Absolutely inappropriate, take it off right now!" Saeko is hiding her giggles behind her hand as you pull your shirt over your head.

"Well. what should I wear?" You ask standing in your bra. Saeko looks you up and down like she's really evaluating what shirt would be absolutely appropriate for tonight's party. After a few moments of her calculative staring, she speaks up.

"I know just the one." She goes to her drawers and rifles around the first drawer, knocking some very small shirts to the floor. She roots around until she pulls up an impossibly small and triangular red shirt.

"Is that really a shirt?" You snark, Saeko just laughs as she walks over to you.

She is standing so close to you that you can faintly smell the almond oil she uses in her hair. She throws the shirt over her shoulder and lightly runs her hands along the waistband of your jeans. It takes everything in you to not completely melt into her soft caress. When her hands meet at the curve of your low back, she runs her hands up to undo your bra in a quick snap. You involuntarily let out a hushed gasp, she smirks just a little bit as she pulls your bra off the rest of the way. Her eyes rake over you in a way that can only be described as hungry, before she removes the shirt from her shoulder and holds it over your exposed breasts. She leans into your ear and whispers,

"Perfect." You giggle nervously, as you back away to pull the shirt over yourself.

"It's alright, I guess," you chuckle, still with a nervous tone. Saeko is still staring hungrily, and you can't help the faint heartbeat you feel between your legs. "Saeko," you start, "whatcha looking at?" She shakes her head and steps a little closer.

"Can I..." she trails off, and you don't know what to do with that.

"Can you what?" You're searching for Saeko's eyes as she leans forwarding crashing her lips into yours for a lustful kiss. You have never been so quick to kiss someone back, pushing your body into hers, hands exploring. Saeko carefully pushes you to the bed, still kissing passionately as you both fall gracelessly onto the mattress. She pushes off you momentarily, rolling you to your back as she straddles your hips as her hands push the tiny red shirt up.

"Fuck," she whispers breathlessly, biting the inside of her cheek.

"What?" you whisper back, trying to not roll your hips up into hers. But it's too much, you have whimper desperately, " Please."

This sets something off in Saeko, she responds almost immediately with lips and teeth, sucking and biting at your breasts, expertly pulling out each gasp and moan from you. You hands scratching at her back as your hips tilt upward, not asking anymore just demanding. Saeko wastes no time, fingers quickly unbuttoning your jeans and pushing them down with your panties. The cool air hits you like a truck as Saeko pushes your legs apart, kissing and nipping at the insides of your thighs. She teases as she lazily kisses over your pussy, smirking as you gasp and back your hips.

"You might have to beg for it, baby," she says, with her cheek pressed against your thigh as she looks up at you. And you don't need to be told twice.

"Please, don't tease me," you beg, "I promise I'll be a good girl. I just need you." You don't know what you're saying at this point, you're only goal is to get Saeko mouth on your aching cunt. And judging by the smug smile on her face, she is more than happy to oblige.

She licks a strip up to your clit lightly sucking before pulling away, and your face goes red at the guttural moan that rips away from your throat at this action. Your hand slapping over your mouth to hopelessly hold back any more noises that threaten to escape. Saeko pulls your hips forward to slowly run her tongue over your folds. You jerk your hips upward with a high pitched moan, only to find them being held down on the bed by Saeko’s unrelenting hands. Her expert tongue is pulling sounds out of you that you didn’t even realize you could make, as she carefully avoids getting too close to your clit. You open your mouth to beg for more when you feel Saeko tongue begin to thrust in and out of your pussy.

"Ah, fuck, fuck," is all you can manage to say as your head begins to spin with pleasure. You feel yourself begin to drip onto the covers below as you lace your fingers into Saeko short blonde locks. You tug at her hair as you grind in slow circles against her tongue, Saeko moans into this pressure. You throw your head back at the sensation and grip the sheets trying to stay grounded in the moment, but you fail miserably as Saeko inserts two fingers roughly into your pulsing cunt. Saeko's mouth pulls off, and she watches as her fingers work their way in and out of you.

"Fuck, do you know how pretty your pussy is wrapped around my fingers?" Saeko is starting to speed up the rhythm of her fingers, and you find yourself unable to answer her with real words.

"Ahn, mmh, I just..." Your eyes are beginning to roll back as you finally manage to say an intelligible string of words, "Mmh, so close, fuck."

At that Saeko pulls her fingers out, you whimper at the loss of contact. Saeko coos at the pathetic sound and slowly inserts one finger, whispering,

"Show me how bad you want it."

You roll your hips, pulling away slightly to rock back onto her finger. Your right hand moving to rub quick, small circles on your puffy clit. Saeko smiles at this, watching you take her finger and touch yourself, so eagerly seeking pleasure. She adds two more fingers, relishing in the loud moan that comes deep from your chest. You feel something hot and tight forming in the pit of your stomach. You rock faster on Saeko's fingers, stretching yourself more and more open, orgasm swelling in your stomach. Your fingers furiously stroking your clit as you feel your cunt leak, Saeko returns her head between your thighs, licking where your slick has been dripping around your pussy.

It all feels like too much. You can't hold back your orgasm anymore as your cunt gushes and squirts in Saeko's open and waiting mouth.

"Ohmygodddd," you're moaning so loudly, the neighbors can definitely hear you. But you can't seem to care as Saeko puts her mouth back on your clit, sucking, and thrusting her fingers through your orgasm until your moans are breathless and silent. She keeps going until you are spent and shaking on the bed. She pulls her fingers out of you and you shiver as your cunt gushes at the movement. Saeko leans in close and whispers, practically begging, in your ear,

Saeko, the savior of Karsuno first years🙌🏻

Please the fact that she just pulls up for these boys

Perfection 🥰

We love her so much

And you know who she loves?

Why you our sweet YN 😍

You are literally the complete opposite of Saeko

You are soft, kind, sweet, simply freaking ADOREABLE

When you first started dating Saeko, it was an adventure 😬

Everyone wondered how you two made it work

But you somehow did 🤷‍♀️

Probably because you were the calm and Saeko was the one who handled the badassery of your ship

When you first came over to meet her parents and Ryunosuke

Let's just say, it was nothing like you've ever experienced in your entire life

Hear me out 🤚🏻

You pull up, walk up the walkway and that's when you hear it

A loud crash and a BANG

immediate panic 😱

You forgo the customary introductions for literally running through the front door of the Tanaka household and straight to the kitchen

There stands Ryu, holding a pot and pan and staring at you

🎶 when he looks at me, and I look at him and he looks at me and I LOOK AT HIMMMM 🎶

"Are you ok???"- you scream loudly

Ryu 👉🏻👁👄👁 ummm yes...

Please who is this hotty and like why did you just run into his home

You put your hand over your chest as you struggle to catch your breath

"Oh YN hey babe- wait did you ring the doorbell?"- Saeko says coming up from behind

"I- I heard a loud crash and I was afraid someone was hurt"- you say

Ryu looks back and forth between you and his sister

"Nah that was just Ryu trying to cook"- Saeko says waving her hand as she goes in for a sweet kiss

Tanaka 👉🏻😳 this is YN???

"Oh Ryu, this is my girlfriend YN. YN my brother Ryu!"

You smile and go to shake Ryu's hand

"It's so nice to meet you. I'm sorry for frightening you"- you

Ryu 👉🏻👁👄👁 you didn't frighten me

"Ryu stop gawking at my girlfriend! And clean up this mess! Come on YN"- Saeko says pulling you towards her room

After that, you and Ryu became fast friends

In fact, you had asked if it would be ok to attend a game with Saeko

Ryu was so excited you were going to come

Please the bby needs all the support yn 🥺

You show up and see Ryu and the team getting ready for their match

"Hey Ryu!"- you shout, waving and running towards Tanaka

The guys all look up and stop ✋🏻

Because holy crap 😳

Literally them 👉🏻🥵🥵🥵

"YN hey you came!! Where's Saeko?"- he says looking around you

"She's parking. I'm just heading up to the bleachers to save us a spot! Just wanted to wish you and the team good luck"- you say smiling

"Thanks YN!"- Ryu says

"Good luck guys!"- you say to the team as you smile and wave 👋🏻

Karasuno 👉🏻👁👄👁 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

Before the team can even say anything, Ukai comes and tells them it's time to get ready

Literally the entire match, these boys all play at the top of their game

You are standing up their watching

Who are you? They have zero clue but the fact that YOU are watching THEM??

Oh boy, it's all over

After the game, you and Saeko come to congratulate the boys 🥳

"You guys were amazing! That game was so awesome!"- you shout

"Hey thanks YN!"- Ryu says

Please Noya and Hinata can not

"YN you are so pretty!"- Noya and Hinata 😍

Them 👇🏻

"Awe thank you so much cuties"- you 🥰

"MARRY ME YN"- Noya blurts out

Please, we all know it's a reasonable request 😅

"Did you just propose to my girlfriend"- Saeko days, crossing her arms

You 👉🏻😅

Ryu👉🏻 oop 👀

"Your girl-GIRLFRIEND"- Noya says, stunned 😲

"Yes Yuu, MY girlfriend"- Saeko 😑

"Babe chill- they don't know I'm dating you"- you trying to defuse

Saeko 👉🏻mhmm 😠

I think it's time we make an exit YN 😅

"Well" you say clapping your hands together 👏🏻 "it looks like it's time we leave! See you guys at the finals tomorrow"- you say pushing Saeko towards the door

Saeko @ Noya 👇🏻

Please YN gain control

"I didn't like the way he was looking at you YN"- Saeko

You 👉🏻 😐 he's a child!

"You know I only love you babe"- you say hugging your girlfriend