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BEFORE SUNRISE ft. Zen'in Toji

synopsis : tokyo, may 1995. she doesn’t want to go home. he doesn’t have one. what starts as a strange encounter becomes a night of wandering until sunrise. and sometimes, one night is enough to remember someone forever.

contains : before sunrise au. soft angst. fluff. right person wrong time. strangers to almost lovers.

warnings : mentions of alcohol/smoking. language. themes of transience and loneliness. mentions of family trauma. suggestivity.

table of content!

✷ CHAPTER ONE. / 8:00 PM - Last Train

✷ CHAPTER TWO. / 9:00 PM - Strangers With Names

✷ CHAPTER THREE. / 10:00 PM - A Toast To Bad Ideas

✷ CHAPTER FOUR. / 11:00 PM - You Ever Let Go ?

✷ CHAPTER FIVE. / 12:30 AM - Someone Else's Party

✷ CHAPTER SIX. / 2:00 AM - Swing Set Ghosts

✷ CHAPTER SEVEN. / 3:00 AM - Nothing After This

✷ CHAPTER EIGHT. / 4:30 AM - First Light

2025 © NANASRKIVES. / do not copy, repost, edit, plagiarize, or translate any of my works on any platforms, including ai.

TAGLIST (OPEN). / @ayatakanosstuff @buckcherried @andysteve1311 @arwawawa2 @itsmeaudrieee

sigh. what if i just become a realtor…

you've set out to prove that love is nothing but an easily manufactured chemical phenomenon. the plan is: by valentine's day, you'll have scientifically manipulated a boyfriend into existence. your unassuming test subject? sugawara koushi, setter on karasuno's volleyball team. only he's not as unassuming as you thought, and before you know it, your whole experiment begins to fall apart...

keywords; sfw, written series, canon adjacent, autism x adhd, minor misunderstandings, fluff, crack, minor hurt/comfort, valentine's day themed, fast burn, whirlwind romcom, strangers to friends to lovers, additional warnings && tags for each chapter

moodboard && taglist 5/50 - (open; fill in the form or comment on this post) @actyl @fushiguruuzzzz @lizbix @ayatakanosstuff @stars4you777

prologue.txt wikihow to make karasuno's #2 fall in love with me in ?? days for science or so help me god i'll crash out and make it everyone else's problem

casefile_1.docx spend a lot of time near him casefile_2.docx win over his friends casefile_3.docx do something adventurous together casefile_4.docx maintain eye contact to make him feel valued and loved

interlude.txt hey siri which shops are open on valentine's day if i need to purchase a glock 19 gen4 pistol in 9mm luger and empty all 15 rounds into my skull && the rat race, etc., or the distinct feeling of being experimented on

casefile_5.docx mirror his movements to show you’re in sync casefile_6.docx touch him often to create a physical connection casefile_7.docx talk about romance or love together casefile_8.docx figure out what makes him feel most loved

interlude.txt wikihow to kill household pests without getting hauled up in front of the magistrate if the pest in my house is the boy i like && this thesis will explore classical conditioning as a faultless form of seduction

casefile_9.docx be your best self to show him how awesome you are casefile_10.docx share secrets to create intimacy between the two of you casefile_11.docx fill a hole in his life so he realises how much he needs you

epilogue.txt your search - beautiful autistic women in stem are falling in love left, right, and setter - did not match any documents && suggestion: did you mean “left, right, and centre”?

© mayyhaps. all rights reserved. do not copy, translate, repost, or otherwise share my work. additional credit to @actyl and @fushiguruuzzzz - the title was workshopped in the gc!!! we r too funny

i miss my toxic ex oliver aiku…

GRAND HEART AUTO VII

GAMER!NAGI SEISHIRO X GN!READER modern au, drabbles, hc and texts

five star rating | one of the most sought out genius streamer, NAGI, is also your boyfriend. he's talented at many things; making you deal with his pr, forgetting that he actually has to stream every once in a while, cutting his livestreams short just for cuddles... okay, maybe his work ethic isn't the best. to make up for it, sometimes he can be a good boyfriend – only sometimes – but he has made it his mission to love you for as long as he lives. sure, it doesn't outwardly show, but just know that he does, okay?

keyboard | modern au, fluff, crack, suggestive (will be marked), nagi is a streamer and pro gamer, often mentions of reo, nagi did not join blue lock, aged up nagi, crude themes, specific warnings will be provided, this is not a series just an au thing iykwim

TEAM

NAGI SEISHIRO [id: niffy] READY

YN LN [id: nelanie] READY

CHOKI [id: um... what?] UNREADY

𖥠 — headcanons | ⊹ — drabble/blurb | ⛶ — smau

MISSIONS ...

⛶ "soft" launch

⊹ needy

𖥠 such a showoff

more tba...

taglist — @lizbix

i want focaccia

LAST SEEN WITH:

DON’T FREAK OUT, DENKI KAMINARI

DESCRIPTION: a series of texts leading up to a pivotal moment in you and your best friends relationship.

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION: smau. pls ignore any mistakes. profanity. friends to lovers. they/them jirou propaganda. mina appearance. reader calls denki fat. accidental confessions. brain rot language. ex-boyfriend! yo shindo mentioned.

— atsumu miya ⋮ 03 / 13 / 25. ❝ 𝓕𝑬𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 ❞

content warnings ⨾ assassin!reader. death. conspiracy to kill. assassin!coach kurosu. fake names. bad parenting. feelings of being trapped. word count ⨾ 1.2K ❪ 1,286 ❫

From the ripe age of nine, you were trained to feel nothing. 

“You don’t have time for feelings,” your mother would bark at you, fists raised in front of her. “You are cold, you are organized,” she would grunt, pinning you to the ground for the nth time that evening. “Feel nothing, lose nothing,” she would say, voice demanding and even. Even when she would work you like a dog, spar with you day and night, she always remained composed.

She felt nothing. She was cold, she was organized. She didn’t have anything to lose. Not even her own daughter. She trusted one person; herself.

When she died, the organization she worked for, The Cage, held a funeral for her. You, a fourteen year old with nowhere to go, were taken in by the head of The Cage, Kurosu. He’d worked with your mother for years, trained her when she was your age.

He taught you to feel nothing.

“Feelings are useless,” he would say, rolling his eyes at you. “They only lead to disappointment,” he would grunt, kicking your legs out from beneath you. “They are useless.”

Even when faced with the worst situation possible, he remained composed. Calm, collected, organized. Even when put in the utmost dangerous positions—calm, collected, composed.

By the time you turned twenty, you were the same. Emotionless, calm, organized. You never let your feelings get in the way. Feelings were pointless, weren’t they? They were distracting and disappointing. What was the point? No feelings, nothing to lose—the perfect hit man.

Until him.

Golden hair, brown eyes that one could look into for hours upon hours, a carefree smile. While you were trained to feel nothing, attraction was one you could never get over. 

You stare at him through the scope attached to your gun, finger resting over the trigger, your breaths even and your hands steady. Next to him, an identical boy sits. Different hair, but the same smile, same eyes. You take a deep breath and train your gun back on the blonde boy. For a brief moment, you wish your life was like his. Simple, easy—carefree.

A crackle comes in on your comm and you flinch—something you haven’t done in awhile.

“Is it done?” They ask. You don’t know who it is, you never do. It’s someone different every time. Last week it was an older woman, this week a young man. “Six, is it done?”

You clear your throat and bring your hand to your ear, pressing a button. “No,” you say bluntly. “You do your job, I’ll do mine. I’ll contact you after the fact.” You click the button again and rip the earpiece out, throwing it to the side. You’re sick of them anyway.

With a deep breath, you look through the scope again. You wonder what his childhood was like. Public pools, sleepovers with friends, sports. His mother probably kissed his forehead before he left for school. You wonder why someone would want him dead.

You wonder what it’s like to have a brother—a twin brother, no less. You wonder how his twin will react when he gets shot in the head right in front of him. Would he go on to live his life in honor of his brother? Would the pain be too much for him to bear? And his mother?

His mother. A wonderful woman, probably. Much nicer than your own. Floral sundresses and freshly baked cinnamon rolls. Homemade lemonade and perfectly curled hair. She would be devastated by her son's death.

You take your fave away from the scope and take a deep breath. Your elbows hurt, your core hurts. The wind is off.

Yeah. The wind is off.

You glance over at your earpiece and pick it up, clicking the button. “Wind is blowing the wrong way. Can’t get a clean shot. I’m packing up.” You don’t hear what they say; you don’t care.

You push yourself up on your knees with a huff. Without your scope, you can’t see the blonde boy clearly anymore. He’s just a blob of beige. Maybe this is for the better. You don’t need the money—your mother had left a fortune in her passing. You’ll make Seven take the job. At least then you won’t have to deal with the guilt you feel.

Feelings. Stupid, distracting, disappointing. You pack your gun away and hike it over your shoulder. This isn’t your problem anymore, you decide. You pull out your burner and type a number in. Kurosu answers in three rings.

“Is it done?”

“Give it to Seven,” you state simply. “I’m off my game. Getting sick, probably. Wind was off direction, couldn’t get a clear hit.”

He sighs, then clicks his tongue. “Fine.” He hangs up.

Something you’ll admit to yourself; you hate this line of work. What else are you supposed to do, though? Work at a grocery store? A daycare? The thought almost makes you laugh.You, working somewhere domestic? Please. You don’t even know how to function with actual people. All of your colleagues kill people for a living.

Your joints ache as you make your way down the stairs of the building. You drop your gun in the bathroom, where someone will pick it up later, then walk out the building. The wind on your face feels different than it did when you were on the roof.

People walk the streets, going about their normal lives. None of them know you were about to kill someone. None of them know how many people you have killed.

A mother with her daughter. An old couple walking their dog. A little boy and his friends playing in a puddle.

You walk down the street, nowhere in mind. The wind picks up, you shiver and wrap your arms around yourself.

“You’re gonna freeze out here without a jacket, pretty lady.”

You freeze for a moment, unsure if he’s talking to you, then you turn and all the breath leaves your lungs. Atsumu Miya—your target from moments earlier. How did he get down here so fast?

“What?”

He laughs, giving you a sheepish smile. “I said you’re gonna freeze.”

He has an odd accent, something you’ve heard before but can’t place. You watch him shrug off his jacket and hold it out to you. “Here. I don’t need it.”

You blink a couple times, then look down at the jacket. Tan skin, strong forearms. You’re not sure why, but you take it from him and pull it over your shoulders. It’s warm, soft. It smells like expensive cologne.

“Thanks,” you mumble, sticking your hands in the pockets. “You.. shouldn’t trust strange people. What if I steal your jacket?”

He shrugs. “Keep it. I have others.” He pauses, then smirks. “What’s your name?”

Your name. For the past ten years, you’ve been called Six, part of a class of twenty kids. You don’t have an identity. You don’t have a name. You don’t have anything, nothing.

“Lina,” you lie, averting your gaze. “And yours?

“Miya. Uh, Atsumu,” he corrects, shaking his head. “You can call me Atsumu.”

“Atsumu,” you repeat. It feels foreign in your tongue. Sour, like a lemon squeezed on a swollen taste bud. You rub your fingers together inside the pocket, a nervous habit you picked up as a young child. “Listen, Atsumu, I have to go, but-“

“Give me your number!” He exclaims, cutting you off. He laughs nervously and takes a deep breath. “If you want, I mean.”

“I don’t have a phone,” you blurt. Another lie. That’s all you do, isn’t it? Your whole life. “I really have to go.” You turn and walk away from him, ignoring the calls of Lina that follow you. 

Feelings. Stupid. Distracting.

KUROO TETSUROU doesn’t get it.

you’re around all the time—at school, after school, walking home. you're his neighbor. he sees you practically every day. so why does it feel like he misses you?

and not just a little. like... really misses you. the kind that sits in his chest and doesn’t let up. but calling it “missing you” doesn’t feel right.

one late night, he spirals down a google rabbit hole and finds the word: ‘longing’. that’s it. it’s not just about seeing you. it’s about the way you make things feel okay without even trying. the way he wants more than just friendship, more than what you already give him without realizing.

so, in a moment of zero forethought, he calls you. after three rings, you pick up.

“hello?”

“y/n, i think i’m in love with you.”

there’s a beat of silence, then a soft laugh. “you’re real funny.”

“i’m not joking,” he says. “i’ve been sitting with this for weeks. i miss you, even when i’m with you. and i don’t know what that says about me, but i needed to tell you.”

the silence stretches. regret starts creeping in.

“…forget i said anything. that was—”

“kuroo,” you cut in, “you’re such an idiot. i love you too.”

after yet another beat of silence, he speaks up again.

“can i see you?” he asks, like his mouth’s moving faster than his brain can keep up.

“try not to wake anybody up.” you reply with a soft smile.

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