wishing i was a ball in hq

- ☼  [anon] Can I get some Ushijima fluff 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 maybe some angst with a fluffy ending

⋆┊ ft. ushijima wakatoshi x reader

⋆┊ tw. angst sort of! maybe a little kissy kiss

Ushijima Wakatoshi was a busy guy. 

It’s something you come to know the longer you’re with him, and it’s something you learn to live with as your lives go on; from graduating high school together to moving into the same apartment. You grow with each other, even when he’s miles away playing volleyball. 

But, god is it frustrating. 

     atsumu x reader, osamu      genre. angst      warning. death      synopsis. you take your boyfriend’s letter to the one person it’s addressed to, hoping that it would help you avoid the one thing you’re scared of the most — losing him.      word count. 2.1k

author notes. i saw a screencap of the recent episode and i just couldn’t help myself, i just love the miya twins’ brotherhood and i wanted to write something about it, i hope you guys like this, let me know what you think! <3 + thanks to clio & nikki for reading through this first mwa

“Thank you, I really appreciate this,” you tell the groundskeeper for letting you in before turning to lay your eyes upon the person you’ve been aching to meet.

The name etched upon the gravestone is none other than Osamu Miya, your boyfriend’s twin brother.

A ghost of a smile graces your features as you set the flowers down on his grave. They didn’t put his picture on the headstone, but you can still picture his smile anyway. You hadn’t interacted with him an awful lot, given his busy schedule as the owner of Onigiri Miya, but whenever you did it was always meaningful, and he was always the same old Osamu — patient and understanding, albeit a little hot-headed sometimes, but that was always reserved for Atsumu.

Despite their constant bickering whenever they met, you knew all along how much Atsumu really loved his brother, how he initially wanted to take over the world stage with him in volleyball, but how he ended up ‘losing’ that to Osamu’s food dreams. (Atsumu doesn’t really view it as a loss, considering how they both ended up happy, but you know that sometimes he wonders what it would’ve been like if Osamu were still his teammate.)

Atsumu had told you there used to be friction between them because of that, but by the time you came into the picture they were already back to normal. Everything was going great for both of them.

Until that night.

You had only been dating Atsumu for two years when the accident happened, when that fire broke out in the store beside Onigiri Miya. You swallow the lump in your throat as you recall the events of that evening.

A/N: Friendship fics are definitely okay! I enjoy doing these. Tell me if you guys wanna see more. Gonna make this HCs ‘cuz my brain is just melting…I– no more brain juice.

“Happy Not-Birthday Dinner” (Miya Osamu x Reader but mainly Platonic!Miya Atsumu x Reader) (HCs)

Warnings: Mentions of sex and alcohol, drunk shenanigans

Note: Chutoru (中とろ) is fatty tuna.

Onigiri Miya finally fully expanded into Tokyo with five branches and you wanted to surprise Osamu with a celebration. Well, it’s not really much of a surprise since Osamu knows you very well, and you two aren’t really fond of surprises. “Just pretend to be surprised,” you say to him. He pretends to practice shocked expressions in front of the mirror as you throw a pillow at him.

Atsumu, of course, is very proud of his brother and wants to celebrate too (fat chance he’s saying that to Osamu’s face though). It’s off season so he has free time in his hands and hangs out a lot with you.

You two get to planning about what to do for the celebration at his apartment (to hide from Osamu). “Why don’t ya just give him sex?” Atsumu asks, wondering why he has to come up with ideas. You throw a fork at him but he dodges much to your irritation. He discreetly slides the cutlery (especially the knives) away from you.

You two come up with the idea of a small home celebration; but Atsumu roasts you for your cooking skills, specifically your lack of cooking skills. You indignantly retort that you can cook basic things (arguable); and hey, it’s Osamu’s fault for being such a good cook! Also! Look who’s talking – Atsumu’s even a worse disaster than you in a kitchen. You two bicker about both of your dismal cooking skills, ironically ordering lunch at the same time. You shout, “Yeah? ‘Samu’s teachin’ me how to handle knives. Ya wanna see that?” Cue Atsumu running to the door just to be greeted by the delivery guy. (They both yelped in alarm. You tip the delivery guy generously as apology.)

Lunch time finally brought back the conversation to the original topic at hand. Brainstorming is quite futile since there’s really not much Osamu wants? (And you’re both bad party planners.) You two agree Osamu would just want to have a quiet celebration with friends and family. Maybe some game night or drinks to get a chance to see everyone hammered. Sex with you is definitely on top of the list. Food is up there too. But what food? Rice. Pudding. ...Anything. Osamu will eat anything.

You ask Atsumu what he’d want if he was the one celebrating. He racks his brain. “Pretty much the same, I guess? Just with ya guys, friends, Kita-san, the team? Would be nice to spend it with someone I love, er…like, ya know?” You clap your hands, “Oho! Is Atsumu thinking of someone?” He glares at you but you continue goading, “Someone Atsumu…likes? Or…loves? Does their name start with– Ack! ‘Tsumu! Give! I give!” You yell in his (light) chokehold.

So you two start listing down friends to invite. A good chunk of the day was spent coordinating with them for their schedules. Listing the food was surprisingly the hardest part. “Onigiri and pudding are a given. But really, he’ll eat anything.” Atsumu nods, “Yeah. That pig’s never been picky with food. Hey, add chutoro on the list.” You give him a look, “This is for Osamu. Not you.” “He’ll eat it too!” Atsumu grabs your list, “Katsu? Isn’t that your favorite?” You wrench the list from him, “Osamu will eat it too!”

The pudding choice was tricky. Atsumu insists on his favorite brand, while you counter that Osamu’s only been buying this other brand. You two end up going out to buy different brands of pudding to try. After more than a dozen brands, you never want to eat pudding again; while Atsumu happily opens another pack. You two compromise with your top three choices.

On the day itself, Osamu was actually…surprised but for all the wrong reasons. Well, not exactly on the day itself. Because you and Atsumu got the dates wrong. You had told Osamu, “Come home early on Friday. Everyone’s coming over for dinner.” (To which Osamu replied with the shocked expressions he’s been “practicing” matched with exaggerated fainting. You chucked a book at his head but he catches it easily.)

But you and Atsumu didin’t realize you both mistakenly ordered the food for Thursday afternoon and for Atsumu’s address. So there was Atsumu on that Thursday afternoon going, “What the fuck? Ah, shit.” as he tries to figure out how to store all the food. He called you over and you just echoed his, “What the fuck? Ah, shit.”

Might as well celebrate now. So there you both are calling your friends. Three hours later, everyone had rushed over to Atsumu’s and Osamu is the only one missing. You call him and tried to explain but all Osamu heard was, “–date wrong so– ‘TSUMU– NO! TURN IT OFF! IT WILL CATCH FIRE!” The call cuts off and Osamu rushes to Atsumu’s, leaving his staff in charge.

He’s surprised seeing his friends are all there; but he’s also just relieved you’re okay and that the place hasn’t burned down. (He later found out that Atsumu attempted to reheat some food that’s covered in foil in the microwave.)

The dinner went well – Osamu’s really happy seeing everyone, everyone enjoyed the company and food. Noteworthy events that happened (mostly after hours): Bokuto singing ‘Happy Birthday’ way too loudly because he doesn’t know any congratulatory song; Hinata proving to Akaashi his strength by carrying Bokuto on his back; Atsumu daring Hinata to carry him (his exact words, “Yeah? Bet ya can’t carry the handsome Miya.”), so Hinata cheekily lifts Osamu instead; You and Suna competing who finishes a line of tequila shots first; Kita drinking everyone under the table (You wonder if Kita ever gets drunk); Aran and Bokuto arm wrestling; Sakusa got drunk and slept on the floor (Atsumu and Hinata took pictures); Suna and Osamu dyeing a sleeping, drunk Atsumu’s hair with neon pink temporary dye while Aran records the whole thing; Bokuto getting said dye and doing it on his hair.

By the end of the night, some (who’s still sober enough) have left; while you tuck the others in. Osamu and you take Atsumu’s bed (who’s passed out on the living room couch, hair now a shocking pink). Osamu attempts to thank you but only manages a slurred, “’Ank yaaa...Love ya, y/nnnn–” before falling asleep. You just snort before passing out on top of him.

A/N: Couldn’t help myself after this.

Normally, Osamu doesn’t worry or fuss much about you. You’re a strong, independent potato person who needs no person to fight and conquer the world (you fistpump as you cry from stress but we don’t talk about that right now). For some reason when you’re with Atsumu, your IQ drops and you two share a single braincell. So when you hang out with Atsumu, Osamu messages you every now and then to make sure you two are still alive (and out of jail).

Atsumu just manages to bring out your chaotic side. It doesn’t matter how much you try to reign in your wilder side. With Atsumu, your control is just g o n e.

Osamu can no longer count the number of times he had to fetch you two at the middle of the night. It always amazes him how much you drink when you’re with Atsumu. He tries not to worry so much, since he trusts Atsumu enough to know you’ll be safe with him. But man, can you two hold off the alcohol for a bit? He’s strong, but he’s getting tired of hauling both of your drunk asses home (not to mention Atsumu’s heavy as fuck).

Osamu asks you to turn on your GPS when you go out with Atsumu; because there’s so many times already that he spent hours looking for you two. It didn’t help that the clues you send to him in your drunken state are totally unhelpful and barely readable – “samu. stniks here tsumu stkns luv u <3”; “m @ grass. water? lots watre. cn i drkni dis? m thisryty samu.”; “samu am dizzy. tsumus lyin on d sidwlk. hes droolin.”

Speaking of trust, it was admittedly awkward at first. With the whole, “If you think I’m hot, then you also think he’s hot.”; “Do you like me? Or do you actually like him?”; “What if you like him better?” But Osamu comes to realize that you genuinely love him for him, and that you also really care for Atsumu as a friend (and perhaps future brother-in-law). And Atsumu understands how much Osamu cares for you, and that he has come to trust you in regards with his twin. Atsumu genuinely enjoys your company and would make sure you come home safe to Osamu (safe but maybe more than a bit drunk).

Clowning. Lots of clowning each other. You and Atsumu roasts each other. Especially when it comes to Atsumu’s love life (or lack of). You’d tease Atsumu and he’d begrudgingly tell you about the person he’s interested in. Cue his regrets when you make fun of him more, and your panicked yells as he tries to shut you up. But you’re also his #1 wingman, so yeah Atsumu would suffer through your teasing since you help him out a lot.

You’re always at Atsumu’s games, usually helping out at the Onigiri Miya stall. Osamu and you finds it funny how you two try to conceal your obvious bias for the Jackals. You both discreetly fistpumps when Atsumu scores. It’s just really hard not to cheer for the Jackals.

During his off season or free days, you sometimes stay over at Atsumu’s to play video games. It’s a way of relaxing and it helps relieve stress as you two scream, rage, and trashtalk (each other or the enemy team). It gets better when Osamu’s also free and joins you guys. There’s so much chaos and shouting. “DIE YA FUCKWIT!” Osamu shouts as he attacks Atsumu’s character. “EAT SHIT YA PIGFACE,” Atsumu shouts back. You silently keep playing, ult-ing and killing both of them. “OI! Y/N!” “SHIT! Y/N!”

You often come over to Atsumu’s, bringing food from Osamu (he claims it’s leftovers, but he always cook way too much to make sure some of it can go to Atsumu).  One time, you catch Atsumu dyeing his har; and you tried to help him, ending up with Atsumu teaching you a lot about haircare. You start to apply this newfound knowledge to Osamu’s hair. Osamu lets you, liking that his hair is way softer and glossier than ever; but he doesn’t let you but the same products as Atsumu. “I don’t want to smell like that shit,” Osamu firmly says.

Osamu cringes hard and tackles Atsumu to the ground when he caught him telling you all about his embarrassing experiences. You ignore their grappling on the floor as you receive a message from their mother (the Mama Miya). She just sent you a dozen baby photos of them. You let out an unholy sound between a coo and  a cackle as you save all the photos.  The twins find out about it later, calling their mother indignantly. “Ma! Why?!” “Did ya really turn ‘em into digital copies?!”

When Atsumu crashes your dates with Osamu, Osamu makes sure to be all clingy and disgustingly lovey-dovey. You ride with it, and Atsumu just scowls at you two. He got’s an album on his phone of his disgruntled-slash-disgusted selfies as a third wheel.

Overall, Osamu’s extremely grateful that the two most important persons in his life also have their own friendship. He’s amazed at how you support both of them; but honestly he’s more amazed at the lack of rational thinking when you and Atsumu are together. He told you this and you just chuck a pillow at him, wailing that you don’t understand either.

Atsumu’s really grateful you’re taking care of his twin; and amazingly, you’re also caring for him. He thinks Osamu’s extremely lucky, but he also thinks himself lucky for having you as his friend. He’s definitely egging you both to get married soon, unsubtly hinting he wants to be the best man – he already bought a mug saying “Best fucking Best Man ever.” Osamu scowls, telling Atsumu, “Better give that to Kita-san then.” “FUCK YOU ‘SAMU!” You chime in, “You can be my Maid of Honor though, ‘Tsumu.”

he still looks good, there is no doubt.

only he is ushijima, japan’s canon, and not toshi, the man who twisted your arm into adopting a stray kitten.

“toshi,” you say, bringing your phone up. the hour is golden, and you are by the sea. the red scarf he had gifted you tries to escape its knot on your neck, playing touch-and-go with the wind that blows. “smile.”

you see his face on your screen. you laugh, sounds of it rippling out of your chest. he blinks at you. “what?”

“smile, toshi.”

he tries again.

you laugh again. “no, you — haha,” you love him, ardently, from the ends of your lashes to the tip of your toes. “toshi,” you put your hand on his knee. your fingers move outwards.

he jumps. he breathes out in surprise, eyes wide. he tries hard to hold it in, but it still escapes, his giggle. he’s ticklish there. the dimple on his right cheek waves at you. you click the camera.

“Ushijima + last breath” 🥺🤧

*cries already*

aw don’t cry,,,, HAHAHAH but of course! thank you for requesting,,, uwu

warnings: death (well, you’ve been warned,,)

mafia! AU

ushijima’s eyes are bloodshot. sounds of gunshots echoed in the alley where he was in, but all his eyes could focus on was on your bloodied figure.

his ears were still ringing as he grasped your hands, his knuckles turning white. tendou’s voice just echoing from beside him.

“toshi, please never blame yourself.” you said in staggered breaths.

“please don’t speak, we’re getting you a doctor.” he said, his eyes piercing through tendou as they called for the family doctor.

“we both know i won’t be able to,” you said, smiling as you feel the pain in your stomach, and your heart.

“don’t you dare tell me that! you’re not going to die on me, y/n!”

you smiled, trying with all your might to reach for his face and feel him, for one last time.

“i love you, toshi.” he screamed, his arms immediately clutching you as you breathed your last breath. 

“i love you, y/n.” he whispered, a tear escaping his eyes. his eyes glossed over, and tendou shuddered as he looked at his friend, the bloodlust clear in his eyes. he’s going to kill every single one of them, and they will pay.

miya osamu is, objectively, a good roommate.

he’s more than capable of cooking nearly anything you could possibly imagine, though he has a knack for onigiri. he’s tidy and he smells nice, like fresh linen with woodsy undertones (not that you were paying attention, of course). he wakes up early each morning to prepare coffee for the both of you because his “body clock just doesn’t let him sleep past 7am.” he’s respectful and he’s a momma’s boy; the list goes on.

not to mention the fact that he’s “totally dreamy,” to quote your friends. “you hit the jackpot,” they tell you, groaning about their jealousy over your living situation.

the truth of the matter is, though, that osamu’s goodness, from his looks to his habits, is more of a curse than a blessing— you can’t help yourself from falling for him, despite knowing that you can’t be together (you’re roommates, after all, and you’re positive he’s out of your league.)

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⇀ 𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓: next time you try contacting your tinder date the day after, remind yourself to double check the number. because men like ushijima wakatoshi hate being interrupted and as a matter of fact, they’re always too busy to sext. busy doing what, though?

⇀ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒: mentions of sex, swearing.

⇀ 𝐈𝐈𝐈. HE MIGHT BE IN LOVE WITH YOU?

thanks for tagging me jen!🤍

no one i like is evil tho🥺

i hate it here lmaooo

kyoutani i am looking directly @ u

did you mean: iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer?

FUUUCCCKKKK (read: dabi)

this made me say “really?” out loud dhdbbsbs

damn,, now if anyone can fill that spot... thanks 👍🏻

terushima yuuji x reader

synopsis: in which terushima learns falling in love tastes like monster

word count: 2,822

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“Taste,” he says. He holds the cold rim of a freshly opened can to your lips, and first it’s metallic, salty, but then it’s sweet. 

You take a sip. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve never tried Monster before?” he asks, taking a drink himself. The two of you are sitting on a park bench across the street from a gas station. He licks his lips– the silver ball embedded in his tongue winks at you, a shallow token of youthful rebellion that somehow seems more significant on him. 

“Never. I’m more of a Dr. Pepper girl.” You reach for the can again, letting the saccharine liquid sloshing inside coat your tongue. It’s really too much for me, you think. But of course, you won’t tell him that. 

“Not anymore,” he says, and he slips a firm hand around the back of your neck, pulling you towards him and daring you to look away with a wicked grin– it’s attractive, to say the least. “Now you’re my girl.” 

You’ve barely parted your lips to respond before his mouth is on yours, tongue halfway down your throat, and you’re whimpering into the kiss as he snakes a hand down your back and presses your body to his. The whole ordeal tastes like Monster and feels far more energizing than the packaging promises. 

Within your first day of meeting him, Terushima Yuuji has already claimed you as his own. 

And you’re okay with it.

⩺ in which an unfortunate encounter with your new neighbour might not be such a bad thing …

♪ Mariposa - Peach Tree Rascals

pairing(s): ushijima wakatoshi x gn!reader

genre: fluff

warning(s): -

word count: 1.19k

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The days following your first meeting with Ushijima calmed down significantly. 

You met him once again the following week in your office to finalize the details of the promotionals he would be doing for the company and it went fairly smoothly. You were able to talk to him without having to look away or feeling the embarrassment in your stomach. You also learned that he was a straightforward person, not wasting his words and only speaking what he deemed was necessary. 

He was intriguing, you thought. It wasn’t as if he didn’t have any emotions or feelings – you were sure he was genuinely surprised during your little run-in last week when you pointed out the suggestive undertone in his words. Rather, he was exceptional at controlling them. Or was he just not accustomed to showing his emotions in general? Either way, the impassive front he often wore only added to the layer of mystery surrounding Ushijima Wakatoshi.

And you had to admit, it only made you want to know him more.

kuroo:

bokuto:

akaashi:

tsukki:

atsumu:

mattsun:

oikawa:

ushijima:

semi semi:

tendou:

warnings    obscene language, child abuse

word count    3.8k

It was one of those rare days that Tadāo felt weirdly generous. When you woke up, he was still asleep in his half of the bed. When you were making breakfast, he was still in bed. When you were done and waking Tarō up, he was awake and trudged to the kitchen with a somewhat fresh face. Your son was walking on eggshells as he crept to the breakfast table, eyes watching his father carefully like the façade could drop any second. It was a Monday, so that meant that Tadāo was bound to be back in the office, which was why it was a surprise to everyone at the table when he asked what time Tarõ’s daycare ended. You fought back the urge to bite back, to reprimand him that he should know as his father, so you gave him a practiced smile instead.

i. will rules

— Dearest Daddy is a collaboration with many other writers about Haikyuu boys. At the bottom of the chapter, I will link the material list to Dearest Daddy and you can find other stories to read. Thank you!

TW: Character death

You gather with friends all the time and think about the future. You’ll guess who will get married first, who will be the one to have children, the one to stay single and travel the world. Have you ever gathered and thought about who might be the first to leave this world? Because you don’t want to think of what you know will be a reality. At one point, everyone will pass away.

“Thank you Takahashi. Any expenses on Wakumi, I will pay you.” Sakusa said. The collar from his suit pinched the skin on his neck. Emiko Takahashi, the babysitter, has stayed with Wakumi since Yoichi and Tadema arrived at the hospital. “For now, you can go rest. Wakumi’ll be under my care.”

“Ah, no worries Sakusa.” Takahashi said, “Yoichi and Tadame were your friends. Not mine. I will gladly take care of Wakumi until a family relative fixes up adoption papers.” Sakusa exhaled.

After the funeral, everyone went to (L/N)’s home for a repast. She sat in her living room, bags under her eyes shown noticeably. (L/N) seemed to not listen to what everyone said. What could she be hearing? The sound of Yoichi and Tadema’s flatline? Her piercing scream that awakened Sakusa from his slumber?

“My condolences (L/N).” Takahashi gripped her hand. “If you need anything, you’re allowed to call me.”

“Thank you Takahashi.” Her lips moved, the dry tears on her cheeks stretching. “Did Wakumi fall asleep upstairs? If she did, you can spend the night here.” Sakusa subtly rolls his eyes.

‘Just say you want someone by your side.’ Sakusa maneuvered through familiar faces, unknown friends, and family members to get to the kitchen. He feels more secure, still hating large crowds. Leaning on the countertop, the male checked his notifications. A bunch of missed calls in a thread from an unknown number was at the top.

Sakusa’s head cocked to the side. Whoever was the caller left a voicemail too. He clicked on his phone, heading to the back door in the kitchen. His foot was wedged between the door, keeping it from closing on him, the sound of a male voice entering his ear.

“Hello Mr. Sakusa. My name is Hansuke Fujioka. I’m leaving a voicemail hoping you can call me as soon as you can. An urgent matter needs to be spoken about. Thank you and have a nice day.”

Sakusa went to his missed calls and clicked the top notification. It began dialing.

“Hello?” Said the same voice.

“Hello, this is Sakusa Kiyoomi. You called me about an urgent matter?”

“First, I’d like to give you my condolences on your loss. Secondly, yes. I am Hansuke Fujioka, the Suzuki’s family attorney.” Sakusa leaned in closer to the phone, pulling down his mask to his chin. “My reason for calling is because I’d like to discuss their will with you. The information is much to process over the phone.”

“Understood. Would you like to make a meeting?” Sakusa mentally remembered his free days. “I’m available to meet up this upcoming Thursday. Maybe around ten in the morning?”

“Works well for me. Come to Fujioka Attorneys.”

“Thank you.” Sakusa said, hearing a ‘You’re welcome’ and Mr. Fujioka hung up. Sakusa entered the house through the way he came out. He quickly typed out a reminder in his calendar for Thursday. He heard the clicking of heels and a ringtone. Sakusa’s eyes darted up to see (L/N)’s figure exiting through the back door. He wondered what that could be about but he dismissed it as uninteresting.

“It’s good to meet you.” Fujioka shook Sakusa’s hand. “Please, take a seat.” The male sat on the left chair. Fujioka quickly aligned documents spread on his desk. He stacked them together and cleared his throat. Sakusa sneakily checked the time from his Black Jackals coat.

“We’ll start? I assume?” Sakusa sat up straight. Mr. Fujioka spared him a glance and held up a finger.

“Just a moment, Mr. Sakusa. I’ll be right back.” The attorney ushered out the room, leaving Sakusa alone. He craned his neck to see through the small crack the door had left. Sakusa’s foot anxiously bounced on the floor. What could it be? What could they have left?

“No worries! You arrived at a good time!” Sakusa heard the voice of Mr. Fujioka say, “Come right in and take a seat! We’ll start immediately.” The door opened, revealing her. Her fake smile she would throw on for photo shoots and movies. Her face he wished he could stop seeing everywhere.

(L/N) (Y/N).

“Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Fujioka!” You said, unaware of Sakusa’s presence. “We can—” You stopped mid sentence, making eye contact with Sakusa. He glared, clearly giving a look of annoyance from under the mask. You returned it, replacing it instantly with an even faker smile.

“Ms. (L/N), I’m not sure if you know Mr. Sakusa. The two of you were mentioned in the Suzuki’s will.” Mr. Fujioka went around his desk, scooting up in his chair. You slowly sat down in the other open seat beside the volleyball player. Fujioka grabbed the file nearest to his computer, “And with that being said, happen to be in the same sentence.” In cue, both you and Sakusa gave each other a confused look.

“What do you mean by that?” Sakusa asked. Fujioka opened the file, picking at the corner of a sheet and pulling it from the pack.

“Oddly enough, the Suzuki’s requested in their will that if they died,” Fujioka said, “You two would have custody of Wakumi.”

“What?” You and Sakusa both said at the same time. And here you were, planning on asking Fujioka where a family member could get custody on Wakumi. “That must be a mistake!” He glanced up from the sheet, eyebrows raised and shook his head.

“I’m sorry. There’s no mistake.” Fujioka said, “I have a copy of the transcript. You can read it.” Sakusa extended his hand, getting a small packet from Fujioka. He brought it back, seeing the words that were typed up. Sakusa flipped through the pages. It was only three stapled all together.

“Is that even possible?” You ask. “And wouldn’t it be better if a family member got custody?” Mr. Fujioka placed the sheet at the top, only holding the top right corner. You could feel the scowl from Sakusa burning holes on your temple. Maybe even hurling insults internally or planning on doing it once the meeting was over.

“Yes. It’s rare but possible to happen.” Fujioka stated, “What’s not possible is the law giving Wakumi over to a family member. Yoichi and Tadema’s will is signed by a judge. I’m to execute these requests. Along with that, all money left in the Suzuki’s accounts are to be saved for Wakumi until she is eighteen or unless the two requested guardians need to use it.” Sakusa hummed, flipping the small packet in your direction. “She also inherited their house.”

You read the first page, Yoichi asking for the money to be under Wakumi’s name. In the second, Tadema asked her husband if they were still going with what they agreed. Finally, near the end, Fujioka confirmed he’d written down ‘(L/N) (Y/N)’ and ‘Sakusa Kiyoomi’ to be Wakumi’s legal guardians. Your breath hitched, feeling conflicted. You felt your eyes begin to swell, placing the stapled papers back on the table.

“Mr. Fujioka, can we change this?” You said. Fujioka clicked his pen repeatedly.

“Look, from an outside perspective, would you really want to defy your friend’s last wishes?” Fujioka asked. “There’s a reason why you were picked. They trust you with Wakumi. I can’t deny this request nor can you. Make this process easier.”

“I just— I just can’t fit a child into my schedule.” You exclaimed. “I love her but my life is busy as it is. A child would only add more stress.”

“Give it time Ms. (L/N). When leaving, you’re allowed to discuss your next moves. Of course, a process for adopting Wakumi’ll happen. We will meet again to finalize more things. I’ll give you both a call.” He gave a nod. Sakusa agreed, his chest rising as he stood up.

“Thank you for your time.” Sakusa said, shaking his hand. “And for informing us. Ms. (L/N) and I are going to talk this out.” Fujioka seemed pleased, seeing the two of you out. Your heels clicked on the wooden flooring as you stormed out.

You fetched for your keys in your purse, muttering curse words under your breathe. Using your shoulder to push the door open, Sakusa trailed behind you with a growing headache.

“(L/N).” Your head whipped around, baring an angry look.

“Yes?” You harshly said, making Sakusa’s eye twitch. “Hurry up Sakusa, I don’t have all day!”

“Fujioka said we need to discuss.” You grunted, turning away and coming closer to your car. Sakusa’s eyebrows raised, a look reading ‘Are you serious right now?’ behind the mask formed.

“Just follow me to my place.” Your voice cracked, fumbling your keys to get inside of the car. “I’d rather talk there than burst out crying in a parking lot.”

❝A tragic accident brings two enemies together under one roof as sole guardians of their late best friend’s baby daughter. Will they survive together and find happiness through the bundle of joy in their lives? Or will their hatred for each other win over the worst?❞

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