#serenesolacex

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you weren't drawn to him.

it seemed exactly like the opposite.

you were reserved, quiet but not shy, and overall just in your own world. at first atsumu thought you were shy. he thought, "she'll probably fall for me once I talk to her."

oh, how wrong he was.

he walked up to you, mildly flirting, and all you did was give a polite nod and smile. barely answered. no blushing. no stammering. nothing.

just politeness.

he chalked it off as shy, because surely you were just pretending to be uninterested, right?

except he began to doubt himself when you continued.

you weren't interested, and he was beginning to grow more frustrated with the thought.

especially because he kept coming back, for reasons unknown to him.

whatever those reasons were, it definitely wasn't because he liked you.

..right?

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"she gets on my nerves, 'samu! why can't she just be flustered or somethin' when she's talkin' to me?" atsumu grumbled, trudging through the hallways with a bored osamu walking next to him.

osamu shrugged, not even interested in the rant that his twin was going on about. "maybe you just suck," he commented dryly, entirely fed up with his twin brother. atsumu merely grumbled once more.

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atsumu would flirt.

you would merely blink.

he would get annoyed later on.

that's how it routinely went.

until the day you offered him medicine when he was sick. you held it out to him, after you had caught up to him, and as soon as he took it you left without a word.

that was the day atsumu realized something.

you did care, you just cared in your own quiet way. and maybe you just weren't interested in him, but you did notice things.

you noticed him.

and that fact alone wouldn't stop bothering him for the rest of the day.

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after that he started noticing things. like how you gave the tiniest smile when he messed up a line while trying to flirt with you, or how you hummed sometimes when there was a song you just couldn't get out of your head.

he noticed the way your laugh sounded, the exact way you smiled, how your voice sounded, and how your hair framed your face.

he thought that maybe it was just him being hyperaware, that it would go away.

it didn't.

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he didn't know what to do with himself, especially since you were starting to talk to him now that he'd toned down his flirting a bit.

every time he managed to make you laugh, his heart would race.

when you smiled his way, he stuttered and lost his train of thought.

as soon as you walked into the room, his ears would turn red.

but it wasn't a crush, right?

no way. it couldn't be.

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except it is. and he realizes after he sees you, in the crowd, watching his game.

and once he realizes, it only gets worse from there.

whatever reactions he's been having before?

immediately intensified.

now even his whole face turns red sometimes.

worst part? you merely smile at him and ask if he's okay, while he can already hear osamu's teasing voice.

but he'll keep chasing every reaction from you if it meant one day you'll stop and wait for him to finally catch up.

I have no idea what I wrote thank you and goodbye

he rolls over, shifting all of his weight on top of you, and you groggily open your eyes, a small 'oof!' escaping you, because this man is built unfairly well.

he mumbles something tiredly, before snuggling against you. you can't decipher if it's the rambles of someone who's tired but awake, or just asleep.

and that's your boyfriend for you.

he clings onto you while you move around, making your breakfast, and apparently his, too, as he seems keen on trying to steal bites of your food while you are distracted, despite declining breakfast.

a laugh slips out of you as you catch him red-handed, and he stares at you, before bursting into laughter, the widest grin on his face, beautifully animated.

and that's your boyfriend for you.

god, you think you could watch him all day, with the way he focuses on his task at hand, mumbling to himself as he's lost in thought.

you're about to ask him a question but you hesitate, and settle for watching him instead.

the way he taps his mechanical pencil to the table, his foot tapping to some rhythm that is only accessible to him, the way he huffs in frustration, looks at you for a second, before quickly returning to his task.

it's like a flurry, a whirlwind of emotions, and you chuckle to yourself softly at the sight, the silliest thing you've ever seen.

the sound causes him to look up at you, face blank and oh-so-cutely confused, a small 'what?' slipping out, before you shake your head fondly and say 'it's nothing.'

and that's your boyfriend for you.

his enthusiastic and semi-anxious bouncing is what snaps you out of your thoughts.

he moves, once again a whirlwind, and you smile, grabbing his hand and dragging him along.

there are no protests, he is not some anxious dog waiting to go on a walk.

however, he is very energetic.

he pays attention as you talk to him, nodding and looking at you incredulously when you spout utter nonsense.

his animated and very bubbly laugh blends into your conversation at times, fitting perfectly with the two of you.

he is content, and fond of you.

and that's your boyfriend for you.

I have a crush.

aoba johsai was in need of a manager, and you just so happened to agree.

over time, you learned all of their names.

oikawa tooru, the captain and setter of the team.

iwaizumi hajime, vice-captain, wing spiker, and ace of the team.

kindaichi yutaro, middle blocker.

kunimi akira, wing spiker.

yahaba shigeru, backup setter.

matsukawa issei, middle blocker.

hanamaki takahiro, wing spiker.

watari shinji, libero.

kyotani kentaro, wing spiker, and the infamous "mad dog."

last but not least, coach irihata.

once securing the position of manager, you instantly clicked with aoba johsai's team. you supported them, helped them, and looked after them.

you were quiet and calm, the type of person oikawa wasn't used to.

he was used to loud, squealing, energetic girls. not this, not you.

and yet he liked it. thought of it as a challenge at first.

"don't go falling for me, alright?" he'd said with a grin, when you smiled at him a bit more genuine the first time. you merely rolled your eyes playfully, that smile still on your face.

he was used to blushing, to stammering, to red ears and flushed faces.

not this.

and yet it intrigued him all the same.

you didn't flirt with him, didn't crowd him or ask for his number. hell, you even signed up of your own volition.

you weren't there for him. you didn't orbit around him, like how he was used to. you just drifted in your own unique orbit, like he was a small star.

you smiled politely at him, talked as much as you needed to, and joked a little. you had personality, sure, but you were the calm that was unfamiliar to oikawa.

it wasn't until he actively started seeking you out, did he realize that he had begun falling for you.

and once he started, he had no idea how to stop. like the brakes had jammed and refused to work.

it started with the simple things, like looking at you or memorizing your simple habits. then, he took note of how you acted around others. then, he started following you around like a lost puppy. he started showing off more during games and practice, hoping to impress you (all he got was a 'don't overwork yourself, oikawa.,' but he was content with that).

he hadn't realized he'd focused so much on you to the point where he was surprised by the slight disappointment tugging at his heart strings when you were nowhere to be found. you'd only been a little under the weather for a day, and yet he missed you already.

as soon as you came back, he visibly looked happier, to the point where the team asked him what happened (he made up some lame excuse that the whole team bought, besides iwaizumi, who stared at him with a raised brow).

immediately walked up to you, too, and said something dumb like, "you missed me so much that it took you only a day to recover, right?" and thought that was smooth.

he was not (the whole team started snickering as you stared at him dumbfounded).

he denied that he liked you, claimed it was curiosity, up until you smiled, and oh, he was done for.

honestly, he thought he was smooth up until he met you.

and the worst part?

he would gladly fumble every time if it meant he got to see you smile.

I gave up halfway because I fell asleep and lost my train of thought goodbye

honestly, he came to the cafe every time after because of the pretty stranger that always came on saturdays, the one he couldn't take his eyes off of.

unfortunately for him, he was honestly scared to talk to you, who always looked so lost in thought and serene at the same time.

he'd always be right behind you in line too, enough times to memorize your order.

honestly, when he told his friends, jean had teased him endlessly about being a creep and lacking the guts to actually talk to a pretty woman, connie had laughed at the mention of reiner liking someone, and eren had wished him good luck.

eventually, fate had graced him, because about 3 weeks later both of your orders got switched up. he'd accidentally ended up grabbing yours and you'd grabbed his, to which he'd only noticed by the time he'd taken a sip.

of course, his first thought was to assume it was someone else's, that even though both your orders had been called at the same time, there was a possibility that it wasn't yours, but when he saw you looking around, confused, his heart leapt traitorously despite not wanting to get his hopes up.

reiner had to pause for a moment to gather his thoughts and the courage to even take a step towards you, but he did eventually approach you.

you were confused as to who had gotten your order, and whose order you had accidentally stolen instead, when out of your peripheral you spotted a tall, well-built blonde man approaching.

"is this your coffee? I think we might've switched orders on accident."

his deep and firm voice reaches your ears, right as he brings his free hand up to scratch sheepishly at the back of his neck, a sight that you find to be endearing, considering how nervous he looks.

you manage to nod, expressing that you thought the same, and you both switched coffees. his fingers brushed against yours, and he felt his heart start to race, just from the touch of your fingers against his.

seeing you turn around to make your way back to your signature seat, he mentally panics. the only thing he'd done so far was utter out a couple of words to you, he couldn't leave it at that.

he cleared his throat nervously, mentally preparing himself to spit out the next words that lingered in his mind.

"can I get your number?"

you pause, and reiner feels immediate regret in the second that it takes you to turn around and look at him, really look at him. what if you think he's weird, for suddenly asking you such a thing?

and yet, relief floods his entire being when you give him a smile and nod, agreeing to exchange contact info.

days turn to weeks, and weeks turn to months, and during all that time you two have been keeping a consistent routine of texting and making saturdays both of your designated days to meet and talk over coffee, which reiner insists on paying every time, of course.

since meeting, his feelings have only grown worse, and have been intensified

overtime, you two start spending more time together, going out to eat and shopping, so much so that reiner is constantly getting teased because when asked, he'll always say he's with you.

it gets to a point where reiner is stressing over how to ask you out, because he knows that clearly you return his feelings, otherwise you wouldn't agree to keep letting him treat you and spoil you whenever he could.

one night, when he's dropping you off, he just blurts it out accidentally, as your back is facing him and he's watching you retreat to your home.

"I like you."

his mind lags behind, a second too late, reality catching up to him as he sees you turn around, surprise etched all over your face. he quickly struggles to quickly think about what to say next, now that he's already said this much.

"..I really like you. if it's not too much to ask, would you be my girlfriend?" the question escapes him, sounding a little meek in his ears and he mentally curses himself, because now he sounds stupid through his own ears, but not to you.

a delighted smile forms, the corners of your lips curling upwards as you smile at him, and he knows then, with the moonlight shining and illuminating your features―that he'd marry you one day.

he's certain of it, right as you agree and he immediately lifts you off your feet and into a warm embrace, that one day the hand resting on his shoulder, the very ring finger on that hand, would be decorated with the prettiest ring ever, one he'd be sure you'd enjoy.

but for now, he's content to be able to explore your relationship, one step at a time. from now on, it'll be his mission to devote his heart to learning everything he knows about you so he can treat you right.

hi hello I feel like new gen I finished aot recently

kuroo had a knack for confusing you.

whether it be through random facts he'd say about science, or through his teasing.

like last week, for example, when he leaned in to help you with your homework.

"close, but not correct. switch these two and then that's your answer." he said, leaning in. you could smell his cologne, mixed in with his regular woody scent. your brain almost short circuited from his proximity, from how his scent enveloped you like a warm hug.

little did you know, with your back to him, you couldn't see his smirk. his oh-so confident smirk. he knew what he was doing, he knew the impact it had on you. did he love it? absolutely.

kuroo always teased you. it was so often to the point where it felt natural, and that made you wonder whether it was just something he did for you, or if it was something he did for all the girls he talked to.

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"did you know that giraffes are 30 times more likely to get struck by lightning compared to humans?" kuroo asked, his spiky hair coming into your peripheral as you finished up your notes.

"that means you and I get more time together compared to if we were giraffes," kuroo grinned, not missing the way your movements faltered, or the way your cheeks flushed a pretty pink.

you merely huffed, playing it off. "shut up, tetsu." you continued your writing, barely conscious of the nekoma captains' staring. his eyes trailed after your every move in a trance-like state. if anyone else had seen him then and there, they'd know he was in love.

but you didn't, because every time, his teasing seemed to make you overthink.

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kuroo had practically begged you to go to his game, explaining why you were sitting in the stands, cheering along nekoma.

the score was 23-21, and barely on the first set. the match was pretty interesting, but the thing (or person in this case) that caught your eye was the captain himself.

with his 6'1 towering frame, you watched in awe as he stopped spikes from going past the net. sometimes he'd completely stop them, other times he'd slow them down for his teammates to get them.

and when he scored a point? he'd flex his arms, his back muscles practically showing against his jersey as he flexed, leaving you to helplessly stare.

you only snapped out of your daze when he turned, giving you a subtle wink and a wide grin as he caught your gaze.

kuroo, ever the flirt.

was it real, or was this what he did for every girl he talked to?

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you wondered this, even as he nervously stumbled over his words, a huge blush coating his cheeks and ears.

where was the flirtatious and teasing kuroo you knew?

who had replaced him with this imposter that was a nervous wreck?

truth be told, you didn't know.

and so you remained confused, even as he pulled out a whole gift basket for you. even as he struggled to get out the words to ask you out, his eyes flitting around nervously.

you barely registered his confession, leaving kuroo nervous.

was this a joke?

was this real?

you couldn't tell the difference between either.

however, you took a few moments to further inspect kuroo.

he wasn't teasing. his eyes looked different, more sincere. more genuine.

it shocked you, but not as much as it did when you said yes, when the words escaped from your lips without much thought.

an action produced from the depth of your heart.

something you didn't know you wanted, up until now.

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teasing or not, you and kuroo ended up together.

teasing or not, your paths were intertwined, weaved together by that golden thread of fate.

and maybe, that wasn't such a bad thing. especially when the ring on your finger glinted so beautifully in the sun.

kuroo certainly didn't regret this one bit either.

I have no idea what I just wrote don't come after me please

till was constantly thinking about mizi, never you.

despite all the love you held for him, how you always waited on him, he never returned it once.

you would bring flowers to him when you were little, but you stopped when you saw them discarded as soon as he saw mizi. with your heart broken, you trudged over to a tree and cried your eyes out, hidden from sight.

despite having your heart broken, you couldn't stop. you hated how you loved him, hated how you were always overshadowed by mizi, hated how he thanked you half-heartedly to your compliments while stammering and blushing like a lovesick fool when mizi so much as talked to him.

he didn't stare at you for long, but when he thought nobody was looking, he stared at mizi. stared at her for long periods of time, with that look in his eyes that you could only hope would one day be directed at you.

accidentally, you'd get your hopes up when he seemed to be in a slightly good mood because he'd act the tiniest bit nicer to you. only for it to come crashing down when he gave you those looks that made you feel rejected.

you could only hope for the day when he finally looked back.

unfortunately, when he did, you weren't there.

you had finally looked the other way, and he was all alone.

there you were, on the stage against till. your attention was elsewhere as you directed all your feelings and emotions towards the song. your eyes didn't meet his for the first time, and for the first time, he felt a piece of your pain. the very pain that he had given you.

because even though you were a few feet apart from him, you felt like you were miles away. hell, even worlds apart.

you didn't feel like the person he knew you as. you felt new, different, and foreign. he didn't like how it felt, to no longer be the person who was the source of your affections.

and when you did finally look at him? there was hope in his eyes as you finally lifted your head, as you finally met his gaze for the first time that night.

that hope didn't last long.

your eyes looked different. they lacked that warmth he was so used to, the warmth he didn't know he had taken for granted.

it was then that he had realized that he should've looked back. should have noticed you, waiting for him this whole time. should have, before it was too late.

because now it was.

because now, you were just someone who didn't love him anymore.

those thoughts repeated over and over in his head as you collapsed, blood spilling from the side of your neck and abdomen.

you smiled at him weakly as the only thing he could do was stare, stare at your dying body that he couldn't bring himself to touch, stare at the very person that had so much love for him died.

the stage lights suddenly seemed too bright for him and he blinked, his eyes now meeting your lifeless ones. the ones that used to crinkle when you smiled or laughed, the ones that held so much love for him.

you were gone, and there was nothing he could do.

can you tell that I'm hopelessly in love with someone who's been giving me mixed signals but probably doesn't even see me that way anymore?

I didn't even know I could write angst till today ..

gojo might be the strongest sorcerer, but when it comes to you, he can ignore his duties peacefully.

with you, gojo is not the strongest sorcerer in jujutsu tech. he's not gojo satoru, a jujutsu sorcerer, either.

he's just satoru.

your satoru.

your sweet, loving, playful, sometimes immature satoru. you treat him like a normal person.

there's no fear in your eyes, no hatred, no awe. he's human around you. and he feels so grateful to find a beloved that doesn't take his powers for granted.

there's something so serene when he's with you. he doesn't have to worry about his students, or his missions, or anything.

most of the time when he's free he ends up trailing you like a lost puppy. he's so used to being busy and needed for extra work and missions that he doesn't know what to do with his free time.

usually he sleeps in, too. even when you complain and insist you have to get ready for either work or your day, he doesn't let go. he'll cling to you up until noon, occasionally convincing you to skip work when he's off.

he only releases you when you say you need to go to the restroom, and he still has trauma from the last time you said that, only for him to find you 8 minutes later getting ready for work...

either way, satoru loves you a ton, like really does.

you mention something once, and he's conveniently in the area for a mission? well, he returned with 15 bags once, with ijichi in tow, carrying the rest of the 20 bags.

he's not exactly the type to shy away from spending a lot, given his status, but he appreciates when you tell him not to spend too much.

however, he doesn't really mind if he gets to see that look on your face every time you open his gifts.

satoru is someone who loves boldly and unashamedly, someone who proudly presents his partner without any hesitation.

guys I'm 3 days late to his birthday help,, I tried getting back into writing again..

this man would DEFINITELY be protective of you [ maybe a little over protective ?? ] no but like seriously he doesn't wanna lose you ever :(

not exactly the type to get easily jealous, I feel like he'd place a lot of trust in you and have faith in your relationship but if someone bothers you by flirting, he'd scare them off for you

obviously would talk to you more than he does to the others, but not to the point where he yaps to you

I've seen someone write how blade would probably be excellent at taking pictures, and I totally agree. if you were half asleep and barely waking up, if blade took a picture you'd look absolutely stunning no matter what

would have a picture of either you and him together, or just you as his phone lockscreen

if either one of you are on a mission following a script, blade would actually keep his phone on him at all times. he wouldn't even allow kafka or silver wolf to steal it from him, only because he needs to be available if you run into trouble

doesn't listen to music ever, but will listen with you if you ask him to

can cook, probably will do anything you ask of him [ he just loves you so much ]

glares at anyone if they so much as look at you the wrong way

would drive you anywhere and let you drag him to places if you asked him to

doesn't care much about holidays or anything of the sort but will make an effort to try, just for you

his first priority is protecting you, and he makes sure to not be near you at all times when the mara strikes

not good at physical affection at all, so you'll have to teach him. won't initiate it first unless he gets confident about it after you teach him

would enjoy sitting there in silence as you brush out his long hair and untangle all the knots [ often does not have time, nor does he make the effort to ]

would let you put silly bows and ribbons on him, draw on him, and put stickers on him as you please, as long as it makes you happy [ he enjoys seeing you happy ]

wouldn't know how to comfort or reassure you using his words, but will show it with his actions [ holding you for long periods of time, rubbing small circles on your back, etc. ]

doesn't like many things but for you he tries his absolute best to give them a chance, only because you insist.

hihihiihihihihi guys