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i love atsumu and tooru

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despite the commotion and the screams of his name, his eyes glance over to see you, in your reserved seat and only then did his lips curve upwards.

he immediately leaves the group hug and runs over to you, pulling you into a hug as he burries his face into your shoulder— muttering "I did it, I did it, baby" over and over. you hugged him back and nodded, "i'm so proud of you" leaves your lips and he cries. the adrenaline rush making him lift you up over the stands to pull you closer as he hugs you hard. he kisses your lips so many times and his heart is so touched by how you were crying for his win.

hours after the game ended, both of you were trending all over social media. the olympics truly raised the bar for men.

he said simply accompanied with a scoff. his hands inserted inside his pockets as he avoids your glare. his lips form into a small pout.

"so, you decided to throw a juice box at him?"

you questioned, your arms crossed as you raised a brow at the man in front of you. he rolls his eyes and huffs.

"did you want me to punch him instead?"

"what!? tobio, no!"

you sighed and rubbed your temple at his anctics. he can be so clueless and stupid sometimes. he doesn't seem to have a clue on what he did wrong too! he just looks at you with his usual bored expression.

"you don't do that to someone, especially to a stranger!"

tobio pouted.

"but he was bothering you"

"he was asking for directions"

you groaned at your mindless husband. he didn't seem to care that he just threw an empty juice box at a random man. he huffs, he doesn't like the way you're defending the random man.

"he could've used waze" he replies bluntly. he wants to win this petty arguement no matter what.

"no one uses waze just to know where the bathroom is!" you groaned, this is getting nowhere.

truth be told, tobio didn't really mind when the man asked you for 'directions' but he started to mind when he saw the way that man eyed you up and down and the way that his eyes were glued to your chest.

he gripped the juice box that he was holding, some of the juice oozing out due to the pressure. he wasted no time and immediately threw it right on the stranger's head.

enough of that flashback.

he doesn't understand why you're defending that man when he's obviously in the right.

"he was weird looking" he simply says, not wanting to let you know about what really happened.

you bit your bottom lip to supress the groan escaping you. "you can't just do that to someone because of their looks, you could get cancelled for that!" he shrugs, "i don't care, i'll just play volleyball like normal"

this man really knows how to push your buttons.

he lets out a scoff as he looks away, his lips form a very much obvious pout.

"i didn't like the way he was looking at you" he mumbled, not wanting you to hear.

you raised a brow at his mumbles, hearing all of it. "how was he looking at me?" you questioned and he clicked his tongue because he got caught.

he ponders, before murmuring "he was checking you out" with crossed arms. this time, you softened at the truth he told.

regrets flood in as he confesses the real situation, you pressed a small kiss to his cheek that totally didn't make his ears red, totally.

"and i know you don't like it when men stare at you like that" he murmurs more and he's holding back a soft smile when you gave him another kiss, as if a reward for his not-so-heroic act.

you hummed softly, "thank you, tobio. you could've just told me from the start. i'm sorry" he wanted to act all nonchalant and go 'i told you so' but instead he let his lips curl into a smile.

actually—

"pft, i told you so. you just keep on defending that man like i was doing the wrong thing—" he scoffs.

"throwing juice boxes like a kid isn't technically the right thing"

"i'm not a kid"

"keep telling yourself that, tobio"

summary, atsumu is being charged for something that he did purely out of self-defense and his lawyer is someone from his terrible past.

MSBY BELOVED SETTER MIYA ATSUMU CHARGED FOR PHYSICAL ASSAULT!

he lets out a harsh groan and clicked his tongue as he read the headline for the article on the daily news website. on one hand, he's quite satisfied at the fact that they call him the beloved setter. on the other hand, what the hell!?

the news was absolute bonkers!

okay, so he was charged for physical assault and is possibly being sued for it but it's not the truth! He was innocent!

"you really messed up this time, miya" sakusa says while shutting the door of his locker in the locker room. atsumu felt his ears burning off when he said that, with furrowed eyebrows and a harsh glare, he turns to him. "don'tcha think i thought that, omi-kun?" he bites and sakusa rolls his eyes.

he quickly took off his shirt that he was currently wearing to wear his practice jersey. he lets out a harsh sigh before groaning and putting his face in his hands. "i'm in total shit right now" he sighed.

before sakusa could ruin the situation by giving him advice or saying things that he should've done, their coach walks in the locker room, making them both stand up straight with full respect.

"miya" he shudders at the way their coach called his name. without hesitating, he answers "yes, coach?" and what the coach was about to tell him was something that would ruin him.

"whaddya mean i can't play for the time bein'!?"

which led him to being on a long, long break until his case is settled and he's possibly not behind bars.

"the world is harsh, tsum. cheer up, you ain't gon end up behind bars" the voice of his brother chimes in as he's set back in reality. this has been his life for the past couple days after the news broke out.

sitting and whining at the countertop table of his brother's restaurant, dressed in hoodies and sweatpants, having to wear a cap and sunglasses everytime he goes out. he often thinks just how bad things are going for him as of now.

of course, his agency had already or currently searching for a lawyer to plead his case because he's innocent, godammit! how was he supposed to know that the person he beat up for harrassing a woman at the bar was the son of a hotshot sports company director?

his lips curl into a prominent frown at his brother's words. "or maybe ya will. only time wil' tell, nah?" his brother continues, implying that he will end up in jail and making him twitch.

"yer a piece of crap. ya ain't helpin' in the slightest!" he lets out a harsh scoff pass his lips and before he could retaliate further and call him every curse word in the urban dictionary, his brother places a plate of minced tuna rice ball in front of him. which did distract him and made his mouth water.

osamu lets out a chuckle as he gobbles it up like a starved man. osamu is just playing with him, he wouldn't want his idiot brother to end up in jail for something he did purely out of self-defense. the world is too cruel for letting something like that slide.

besides, he'd want his brother to be there for his wedding (which won't happen anytime soon)

"ya said ya didn' do anythin' wrong, right? then, calm yer ass down and just wait for yer agency ta' find a lawyer. yer ain't gonna end up in jail" he says, as a matter of factly. atsumu swallows the food in his mouth and ponders over his brother's statement.

in a way, it did comfort him even if it came from his idiot twin brother. "people think i'm a jackass now" he sighs out, taking a slow bite that represented his mundane thoughts.

"that's normal. yer already a jackass before ya got accused" osamu's words made him send a harsh glare.

truth be told, he really hopes the world will know the real story and his career will be fine.

it was a monday morning when he got a call from his coach that they found a lawyer. a real professional lawyer that is known for winning many cases. a real hotshot that's popular in the law industry, or whatever they call the department. the pure happiness he got from that was immaculate.

he immediately kicked off his blanket and ran to his shower to get ready to meet this lawyer that his agency found.

he thanked heaven that his case could possibly be resolved and everything would turn out normal!

he'd get his fame again, being able to play again, going on interviews, not having to wear the stupid disguise again!

oh how he can't wait!

until he saw who the lawyer was.

she was all too familliar. the same woman that made him wanting to pull his hair out, the same woman that drove him crazy, the same woman that made him scared of commitment.

who else but you.

he didn't know what his agency was thinking when they hired her. yeah, she was a real hotshot, has her own law firm and is extremely good in what she does but don't they know the history that they both once had? the amazing history that ended on terrible terms.

who else but his ex.

a small smirk curls up on her face, her arms crossed as she looks at him.

usually, atsumu would hate when people look down on him in that way. especially when you do it, but he can't comprehend why the hell he finds it attractive and somewhat fine.

and suddenly, all the memories came crashing down of when they dated back in high school. she's grown so much and she accomplished her dreams, he's somewhat proud? she's still as gorgeous as always, in a way that makes you wanna sigh dreamily at the sight of her and he almost actually did let out a dreamy sigh before he registered who it was.

the way her blouse hugs her body and her skirt wraps her curves, oh god— what it does to a man as weak as him.

wait what the hell.

he can't be thinking this of her! her! (l/n) (y/n). the (y/n). the (y/n) that tore his heart and stomped on it.

"what a surprise to see you again in this way" she says in a lighthearted voice. most people would think she's being nice but he knows that she uses that voice whenever she wants to mock him.

holy shit, the one who will determine his future is his ex that ended on bad terms.

husb!oikawa who helps you do the taxes and puts his glasses on and brings a calculator only for him to get bored after 20 minutes and whines when you don't give him attention

husb!oikawa who is your plus one to any events your office is doing and your female coworkers gawking over him only for him to show off his ring before wrapping an arm around your waist, swiftly saying "i'm taken, ladies" with a smug smirk

husb!oikawa who panics and screams whenever he thinks he lost his wedding ring bc he can't wear it in games!

husb!oikawa who ties the ring to a necklace so he can wear it during games, he'll also give the ring a kiss before any serve

husb!oikawa who watches horror movies w you, expecting for you to hide your face in his chest from the jumpscares and he can act all tough and cool by protecting you from said jumpscares— only for him to be the one hiding in the crook of your neck when watching them

husb!oikawa who picks you up from the bar that you and your coworkers went to bc he doesn't trust anyone on returning you home when you're drunk as a sailor

husb!oikawa who makes hangover seaweed soup along with some hot chocolate when you wake up all lightheaded bc of the drinks you had and nags you for drinking too much

husb!oikawa who will reserve you a VIP seat for his games and will shamelessly kiss you in front of the whole crowd, he could also shamelessly make out w you too but that would earn him a smack

husb!oikawa who gets upset when you can't go with him to his overseas games because of your work, muttering a "you can be a housewife instead, yknow!! I'll be the source of income!!" which he got smacked for because you didn't work your ass for a degree just to be a housewife

husb!oikawa who'd act all tough and nonchalant when both of you have a fight and he's lying on the couch with crossed arms but in reality he's thinking about the fight and he hates getting into arguements with you

husb!oikawa who will beg you to listen to his explanation bc he doesn't wanna go to sleep with you being mad at him

husb!oikawa who just grins and wiggles his eyebrows at you whenever your parents start asking for grandchildren when you both come over to visit

husb!oikawa who will not show up to work if you're sick and will take care of you

husb!oikawa who whines when his mother and his older sister treats you like their own family to the point they forget about him (he's actually happy that the important women in his life get along)

husb!oikawa who has an ID photo of you in his wallet and has a polaroid of both of you on your wedding day in his clear phone case

husb!oikawa who comments on ALL your instagram posts and shares it on his story. he will also reply to every men in the comments section that dares to flirt with you

husb!oikawa who always has a hand on one of your boobs when he's sleeping because he says it's comfy! (he just wants to feel something soft)

husb!oikawa who spoils you rotten and sends bouquets to your office on a weekly basis

tw : mentions of the deceased, funeral, pda, allergic reaction

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matsukawa issei never thought he'd find the person he wants to spend the rest of his life with. he always thought he was destined to be alone and he really doesn't like to socialise with women that much.

some might say he's a nonchalant robot who doesn't care about others unless they are important to him, some might say he's a wild fuckboy who hooks up with a lot of women. but in reality— both aren't true. (or at least he thinks so)

to summarize, he doesn't think he's a loverboy at heart and no woman would make him lovestruck.

yet here he was.

it was the wee hours of the morning, around 6am or so. he can be a lot of things but an early bird is not him. bonus points, he's a heavy sleeper too. so, it'd take him a long time to wake up.

he has a busy day arriving. a newly delivered deceased had arrived at the funeral home yesterday evening and today is the day of the funeral. his boss wouldn't want him to slack off and actually arrange the funeral properly.

a ringing sound broke the tranquility of your shared bedroom. it must be your alarm. he groans lightly as his eyes started to flutter open, it's always your alarm that wakes him up with a sour mood.

he sighed and sat up on the bed, careful not to wake you up. he had one hand behind your head so you could stay rested on his chest while he deals with your phone.

before he could press the button— you had fluttered your eyes open. you brought your hands to your eyes to rub the sleepiness away. "mmh— issei?" you mumbled followed by a yawn.

he huffs as the alarm stopped ringing before joining to lie down beside you. he leaned down a little to press a kiss on your forehead. his fingers gently stroke your cheek. "m' sorry baby, didn't mean to wake you up" he murmured against your skin.

but something wasn't right. when he attached his lips onto your skin, he felt like his lips were burning. it couldn't be that he had an allergic reaction, right? that doesn't make sense. he really shouldn't have slept during biology class back in high school.

his fingers that were stroking your cheek also felt hot. then, he moved his hands to feel the rest of your skin. your whole body was burning!

he pulled away slightly to take a good look at you.

"baby, are you having a fever?" he asks gently, his eyebrows furrowed together. a small cough escapes pass your lips. that was enough proof to let him know that you are in fact— sick.

in a flash, he gently gets out of bed— making you confused. "issei?" you called out, where is he going? he walks to your side of the bed and pressed a kiss on the crown of your head.

"i'm gonna take some pills and make you breakfast, okay? just lie down and rest your pretty head" he murmurs, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead.

despite his usual affection, you can't help but to let the blood rush in your cheeks. not just because of the fever.

"thank you, 'sei" you mumbled as he smiles against your skin.

the next thing he knew— he had to call his boss to let him know about his absence today. yeah, he didn't like hearing the old man's nagging first thing in the morning but on the plus side, he gets to take care of you.

and it was so worth it when he got sick the day after. now, it's your turn to take care of him!

summary, akaashi helps you on a rainy day.

— mutual pining, minor swearing, fluff, akaashi being a geek in love

they say that rainy days are the best way to see someone's love for them. at that moment, their love would be displayed to the public and everyone can see how much they love one another.

even if they shared an umbrella, there would be a certain angle where someone would be more exposed to the droplets instead of the other one.

and it was obvious that akaashi keiji displayed love for you.

you looked at the grey clouds that are coming your way, your hands on your hips as you examine them. multiple coulds are nearing and indicates that they bring a huge storm.

a sigh escapes your lips as you crossed your arms, thinking wether to wait for the rain to stop or just run to the nearest store that are a couple blocks away. you should've watched the weather forecast this morning before going to work.

and then it hits you. you left your clothes to dry out on the balcony of your apartment. crap— and it seems like you can't be going home right now.

"something on your mind, (y/n)?" a familliar voice asked you to which you turned around.

a small smile forms on your lips to show that you're alright, although it's quite evident that it's faux.

"i forgot my umbrella and it looks like heavy rain is coming" you muttered to which he just nodded and walked towards you.

"you can borrow my umbrella, if you'd like" he says, voice coated with worry. you shook your head and flailed your hand.

"no, it's fine! how are you gonna go home if i take your umbrella, akaashi?" he pushes the bridge of his glasses and crosses his arms.

"we could go together, if that's fine with you?"

he really wanted to blurt that sentence out but the words got stuck in his throat. he wants to have a chance at helping and getting closer to you!

ever since you both started working here together, he's had a teensy little crush on you which eventually grew and drove him crazy. he's never felt like this before and he's so nervous right now.

he opened his mouth to talk but he gets nervous. what if she thinks i'm weird? what if she already has someone else? what if—

"but if you don't mind, maybe we could go together? you can just drop me off at the nearest store! i wouldn't want to bother you" you said sheepishly and he thanks the heavens that you were the one who said that instead.

"of course it isn't bothering me, i'd love to" he says with a small smile.

crap.

how the hell did his umbrella got stolen? he could've sworn he put it in the basket with the other umbrellas but right now— he's looking at an empty basket.

he examined further, maybe it was buried deep inside the basket? nope it wasn't. he sighed and watched you looking at the rainy clouds. suddenly, an idea popped up.

"(y/n), i have another idea but it might be a little crazy"

which led to this.

"just a little more (y/n)! i can see 7E from here!" he whisper yelled as he ran with you to the 7E with him holding his jacket on your figure.

"ugh, you try to run in heels!" you pouted but ran anyways. he almost lets out a laugh when you whined in complaint.

maybe to some people the action of running together in the rain is stupid. maybe it was sweet.

but to akaashi keiji, he thinks it was the best rainy day that ever happened to him. he doesn't mind being drenched in the pouring rain if it means he gets to be your knight in shining armour.

he doesn't mind letting you use his jacket (which he offered in the first place) as an umbrella. he doesn't mind running together with you in the rain.

both of you walked into the convenience store, drenched. you laughed and before he realised it, he's smiling too at your laughter.

"thank you, akaashi" you mumbled and he just gives you a small smile in return. "keiji" he mumbles to which you raised a brow.

"call me keiji" he says, again with a small smile and red cheeks.

the whole running in the rain act was worth it, even if it meant he had to take a sick leave the next day and rot in bed.

though he felt like it was good to confess it, he's sure he didn't mean it. not when everything reminds him of you back in his small apartment in argentina. the instant noodle packet— it reminded him of when you used to laugh at him bc he couldn't handle the spiciness only to stop him after that bc you're worried abt his health. his white setter quotes shirt— that you used to always wear and he'd whine bc that's his favourite shirt but he didn't mind at all. what sucks most is that it still had your scent.

he cursed under his breath, a sigh escapes his lips before he rubbed his temples. he swears— he swears that he doesn't miss you. it was his decision to end the relationship, it was his move, it was him who became the asshole.

yet why?— why is tears welling up in his eyes and he keeps his head up to avoid his tears escaping? his bottom lip quivers as he bites down on it— hard.

"fuck, i made a mistake"