Others: Jamil and Sebek
It’s almost dark when you finally step out of the library. The entire campus is steeped in the quiet warmth of the setting sun, casting long shadows and filling the air with a golden glow. You spot Riddle just a few paces away, standing by the ivy-laden wall, seemingly waiting for you. His usual composure is absent, replaced by an odd stillness in his posture, a tension that you can feel even from here.
"Riddle?" you ask, concern coloring your voice as you approach him. He turns, and for a moment, he doesn’t seem like himself. His face is flushed, his gaze intense, almost… desperate.
“You’re here,” he says quietly, almost in relief, though the softness of his words belies a turmoil simmering beneath. "I didn’t expect you to come out this late."
You tilt your head, trying to read the unspoken thoughts in his expression, but he doesn’t give you a chance. “I… need to tell you something.” His voice is tight, as though he’s struggling against himself to form the words. His hands are clenched at his sides, and he looks as if he’s trying to steady his breathing. “It’s—it’s been too much lately, and I don’t think I can keep pretending I’m…unaffected by you."
For a moment, he closes his eyes, and when he opens them again, they hold a vulnerability you’ve rarely seen. "You’ve haunted my thoughts, day and night. Every time I see you, I—I’m left wondering if I’ll be able to speak without… without feeling like my heart will burst. I feel like I’m losing control of myself whenever you’re near.”
His cheeks flush deeper, but he doesn’t look away. "I’m embarrassed by it. This—this lack of control.” His voice breaks, just a bit, and you can hear the self-criticism beneath his words. “I’ve spent my whole life restraining myself, and then you—” He takes a shaky breath. “You come into my life, and suddenly… I can’t.”
Your chest tightens at the rawness of his confession, at the deep-seated need he’s barely holding back. Before you can stop yourself, you close the gap between you, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling him close.
Riddle’s breath catches, but he doesn’t pull away. His eyes are wide, a hint of disbelief mingling with hope as he gazes at you, unspoken words trembling on his lips. And in that moment, you realize that there’s no need for more words.
You surge forward, capturing his lips in a fierce, unrestrained kiss. It’s hard, almost desperate, and every ounce of feeling he’s kept bottled up seems to crash over both of you at once. Riddle’s arms wrap around you, and he clings to you as if he’s afraid you’ll vanish.
He kisses you back with the same intensity, almost a little shyly at first, but it quickly deepens into something far more passionate. His hand slips up to cup the side of your face, and you can feel his fingers tremble ever so slightly as he pulls you closer, kissing you like he’s wanted to for far too long.
When you finally part, both of you are breathless, your foreheads resting together as you catch your breath. Riddle’s eyes are shining, his lips swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.
He looks at you with a kind of wonder, like he’s still not entirely certain this is real, and then, almost shyly, he whispers, “I didn’t… I didn’t know it could feel like this.” His voice is soft, reverent, as if he’s savoring each word, the remnants of his vulnerability lingering.
It sneaks up on Leona, this feeling he doesn't know what to name. At first, he thinks it's just irritation—that persistent gnawing that comes with your endless presence. You’re always around, talking, laughing, pulling him into things he swears he doesn’t care about. He assumes it’s only a matter of time before he finally snaps. But then you’re not there one day, and the world feels off-kilter.
He spends that entire afternoon restless, eyes flickering toward every entrance as if expecting you to walk through it. But you don’t. The gardens are too quiet, his naps too still, and he’s left with a strange emptiness that he can’t shake off.
The next day, you’re there again, and the weight lifts. He scowls when he catches himself relaxing, brushing it off, but it keeps happening. Days pass, and it’s clear—he misses you. This realization grates on him, bothers him in a way nothing else has. How could he, Leona Kingscholar, find himself so wrapped up in someone else?
Then, today, he’s back in his usual spot in the garden, the shade cooling his skin as he lounges, pretending to nap. He can hear your footsteps before he sees you, and he opens one eye as you approach, carrying a basket of food, smiling that soft, familiar smile of yours.
"Thought you’d like something to eat," you say, setting the basket down with that easy grace of yours that makes his chest ache.
And that’s it. That ache in his chest spills over, and he can’t hold it back anymore. It all comes rushing out, like a dam breaking.
"Why?" he says, his voice rougher than he intended. "Why do you keep coming here, even when I’ve given you every reason not to?" He’s sitting up now, leaning toward you, the intensity in his eyes making you blink.
He huffs, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "I thought you were a nuisance at first. Always hanging around, always in my space." His voice drops lower, rougher, almost as if he’s frustrated with himself. "But the truth is… I’m the one who’s a mess without you. You leave, and everything just… feels wrong."
There’s a pause, and he looks down, jaw clenched, hands clenched in his lap. "I don’t know what you’ve done to me, but I don’t care anymore. All I know is… I want you here. Always." He raises his gaze to yours, the desperation flickering in his eyes a vulnerability that catches even him off guard.
Your heart swells, and as his words sink in, a smile breaks across your face. Tears well up in your eyes, unbidden, but you can’t help it. Before you know it, you’re leaning in, cupping his face, and pressing your lips to his in a kiss that’s as gentle as it is profound. The warmth of him, the rough texture of his skin against yours, grounds you, and you kiss him deeply, tasting the intensity of his feelings, the rawness he’s bared just for you.
As you pull back, his thumb brushes across your cheek, catching a stray tear. He leans forward, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips, his own lips brushing lightly against the salt of your tears. "Even that," he murmurs, his voice a soft rumble, "even the taste of you like this… I want it all."
And you hold him close, feeling his steady heartbeat beneath your palm, realizing that this is where you both belong.
REUNITING WITH THEM AT THE AIRPORT — HAIKYUU.
feat — timeskip!atsumu, sakusa, bokuto, oikawa + iwaizumi.
warnings — just some very teary reunions + me overusing italics as always <3
note — crying realising i didn’t add suna into this ;-;
ఌ ATSUMU felt his feet carry him quickly towards the exit gate, towards you. his headphones flung haphazardly over his neck, messy, platinum hair hidden under a black cap and eyes still a little dark, tired— despite managing to sleep on the plane because he always slept better wrapped in you. atsumu’s grip on his suitcase loosens when he catches a glimpse of the same features he’d always wake up to as they lay smooshed against his pillow, knowing you’d rolled over to his side of the bed during the night to steal his warmth because you knew he’d always pull you closer, paired with eyes that always held the kind of tenderness that he never thought he even deserved, but you taught him he did. so he isn’t ashamed when he feels his gaze turn glassy, his suitcase long forgotten on the ground behind him because when your figure finally runs into his arms, as they open to greet you, he realises this is all that matters. atsumu’s lips find yours almost instantly—eager and a little salty with tears but there’s love as his words come out a little breathless “a missed ya so much baby, did ya watch me win for ya?” he grins, his grip tightening slightly at the unwavering love in your gaze because fuck—he missed this. so miya atsumu cries because in your arms, he’s finally home.
ఌ SAKUSA sighs as he tries to control the racing of his heart— almost there, he thinks, his fingers pulling at the sleeves of his jacket, a habit you always seemed to have before he left for away games but one he picked up because it reminded him of you. he re-adjusts the bag across his chest as his eyes scan the crowd, before they land on a familiar smile that only caused his heart to race even more. his feet carry him before his mind can register the groups of bodies he’s brushing past, because kiyoomi hated crowds but he loved you, his gaze locking on your figure as you stand in a more secluded area of the airport. and a smile breaks from under his mask, for you, because he knows you did that for him. his body finally bringing him to stop infront of you as he softens, his heart rate seeming to finally slow because you were his safe haven as his hand moves to cup your cheek gently— his lips brushing against your forehead when he leans in and although covered by a mask, you smile because you still feel everything, and it was enough. your hand coming to intertwine with his as he finally finds the familiarity he’d been seeking in his months away in the “let’s go home.” that causes a warmth to bloom in his chest, as he realises that with your hand in his, he already was.
ఌ BOKUTO raises his fist cheerfully as a smile beames from his lips, hurried footsteps carrying him from the gate because all he wants right now was you—your head whipping towards the familiar sound of “baby!” that used to be your 6am ballad when he moved to begin the day, lazy kisses peppered to your cheek and a promise to work hard for you, always for you. bokuto’s body moves to you quickly, salt and pepper hair hanging loosely over his eyes, and his cheeks flushed from the heat that seemed to build in his chest at the familiar feeling of love, when his arms reached under your thighs to lift you off the ground. he allows himself to melt against the weight of your body as it presses against his, because there was a familiarity to it—it still fit just as perfectly. bokuto doesn’t notice when the first tear of the day seems to trickle down his cheek, because he still smiles as he nuzzles against your palm when your hand doesn’t hesitate to come up and wipe it, his lips moving to find yours as he groans against them—because the giggly love confessions and the teary “i missed yous” exchanged between breathless kisses, felt just like home.
ఌ OIKAWA yawns drowsily as he stretches his arms above his head, a soft smile painted on his face despite the long plane ride because he knew seeing you would make it all worth it. oikawa bites his lip as he feels tears suddenly blur his vision at the thought of finally being able to hold you again — his hotel bed having missed the familiar warmth that lulled him to sleep at night, a home filled with the familiar scent of your coffee as you hummed a random love song you’d probably both sang the night before. but then he sees it, you—home, still as beautiful as he remembers as his hand rests over his chest, just above his heart and he feels it beat for you before his arms are tightly wrapping around your figure. with a shaky “finally” under his breath, surrounded by that familiar warmth he’d craved for months when he’d lie awake hoping you were proud of him but now — when your hand brushes through his hair, his eyes meeting your own glassy ones he realises that you always are. oikawa’s hand gently rests against the back of your head to push you deeper into his chest as you both cry but he knows it’s because of love, and that’s all he’ll ever need.
ఌ IWAIZUMI groans as he feels every hour of the long journey ache and grind through his muscles, stretching his neck before rubbing the sleep from his eyes. his hands felt restless— as if longing to holding you, the idea of being wrapped in that familiar warmth causing his lips to upturn slightly, before they stretch to a grin when his eyes finally meet your figure across the gate. even years later his heart still skips a beat for you, because love with you still felt like it always had— just like it was supposed to. hajime moves like his luggage is suddenly weightless before he shrugs it off in favour of being able to hold you instead, one of his hands resting on the back of your neck, while the other wraps tightly around your waist as his lips meet your own—melting against yours and solidifying the fact that shit, he really missed this. he finally pulls away to cup your cheek before he smiles once more, his cheeks a little flushed and his eyes a little darker from lack of sleep but you still recognised the love in them, because it never faltered. hajime’s lips dip to meet yours once again, a gruff “i love you” exchanged between breathes before you feel a smile replace it, his hand intertwining with yours because home, really was you.
WARM CONVERSATION (suna x reader)
cw: breakup heavy, light mentions of reader going through it, angst to fluff i promise!!!! best friend osamu <3 kinda long im sorry, titled from sad beautiful tragic by taylor swift because what else would it be
You should’ve known he’d come over. Should’ve expected it the moment you sent the text turning down his offer disguised as a reminder.
A sick part of you almost wants to laugh as you reread the texts on the phone in hand.
From: Osamu
ur coming with me to atsumu’s stupid thing tonight, right?
To: Osamu
absolutely not
Not even twenty minutes later (which is impressive, considering Osamu lives at least thirty away from your apartment), an abrasive knock is on your door and you don’t even need to check the peephole to see who waits on the other side.
The moment you open the door with unimpressed eyes, Osamu is opening his mouth to complain.
“You’re shitting me, right?”
Keep reading
Pt.1 - having an argument with them
The reason why I took so long to post this, was partially because it was my intention to make the readers cool off a little bit, instead of immediately posting the two parts one after another so it would feel a little more like an actual argument. But then came some unexpected circumstances and the post was delayed for longer than I'd like ://
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~The following days were… stormy, to say lightly.
~Both of you suddenly developed a desire to prove to each other that you’re fine on your own.
~The problem was that you were not fine at all.
~Riddle suddenly became much harsher on his dorm’s members. Especially when your absence was pointed out. And, well. It was pointed out way more often than he would have even expected. Turns out, everyone was so accustomed to you being by his side – even students he barely interacted with were bothered by your sudden disappearance.
~After particularly bad tantrums he threw, some students half-seriously began calling him ‘The tyrant Rosehearts’ again. Which fueled his anger even more.
~But that was not the worst part. His fury was one thing, but the pain and loneliness your argument brought him were unbearable. At first, he even dared to think it was even better, because he had a burden off his shoulders. But that was only until an hour later when the reality of the situation finally sunk in.
~Not once, not twice, he caught himself automatically reaching for his phone and opening your contact, beginning to type a message before remembering what happened between you two, deleting it and turning his phone off. In those moments, the loneliness was what struck him the most and he almost ran to you to apologise.
~Despite the despair of his situation, Riddle would actually take his time before approaching you. Not because he doesn’t want to. But because of the sudden rush of insecurities every time he tries to - or even thought about approaching you.
~Luckily, the Heartslabyul students had eyes and brains (mostly) so they quickly added 2+2 and realised the situation.
~Obviously, they couldn’t just stand back and watch their dorm leader suffer (and going rampage), so they split into two groups. Plan A was for the first years to persuade you into talking things through with your lover, while the third years were doing the same with Riddle. In case the argument would turn out to be so bad, there would be no hope, they would seek another solution to ease their dorm leader’s anger.
~It did take some time, but it was easier than they thought. Both groups had meetings to keep each other updated about the progress.
~But of course, something must have gone wrong – due to important call from the principal and other teachers, the teams missed a meeting and failed to inform themselves about the current plans and situation.
~So while Riddle went over to Ramshackle to apologise, you went to the Heartslabyul with the same intention, at the same time. Which resulted in the two of you missing each other. But that was not all! You both also decided to stay at each other’s dorms and wait for each other. But nobody came.
~In the end, tired and annoyed, you went back to your respective dorms, rethinking your willingness to make up. That was until you bumped into each other on your way and spent a good minute staring at each other wide-eyed and connecting the dots.
“...My rose,” Riddle was the first to break the silence. “I understand if you are still mad-”
“No, no, I… I went to your dorm to, well, apologise? But you weren’t there,” you stumbled on your words, unsure what to say, despite going through the plan in your head a dozen times.
“I, I wish to apologise to you as well! I just wanted to tell you, I understood my mistakes and I am willing to improve and be a better boyfriend- If you still wish to, that is,” the last phrase sounded more like a question.
“Obviously! Look, I know what I said was painful and you only had the best intentions in mind. I was just overwhelmed with how little credit you give me, Riddle.” Your eyes softened. This time, when speaking, your words did not come out in angry shouts, but in delicate whispers.
Afraid to break the magical atmosphere, and lost in your need for each other, you didn’t even want to say anything else and let your actions speak the unspoken words of promise, as you found yourselves in each other’s arms.
The evening was chilly, but his body was so warm. You basked in that warmth, doing your best to ignore the happy cheers of the two teams hiding in the bushes. You could almost feel your boyfriend’s growing annoyance. Wait, was that why his body felt so- Oh god, deep breaths Riddle. Deep breaths-!
~Oh yes. Our very mature lion king had an argument with his s/o and is about to make it everyone’s problem. Skipping twice as many lessons, attempting to nap the whole day and growling at anyone who dares to walk up to him.
~Because every time he heard footsteps nearing him, he instinctively woke up with hope that you would be the one approaching. Only to see someone else and remember your argument. Then as they’re gone, he would just squeeze his eyes shut and try to ignore the bitter taste on his tongue for hours and hours to no end.
~For a brief second, he even managed to fool himself into convincing himself that he doesn’t need you and you were really just a fling of his. Well, not so fast. All it took was a distant smell of yours, carried through the wind to make him go insane once again.
~Ruggie at first, did not dwell on the fact, having grown accustomed to his senior’s moody demeanour. Instead, he went to look for you, even going as far as making a trip to your dorm if that meant you’d handle his boss.
~What he certainly didn’t expect, was the “I don’t want to see him. Sorry, Ruggie,” he received after knocking on your door.
~The situation was painfully obvious, but if you weren’t there to take care of his dorm leader, he’d be the one having to do that! And so, the scheming began.
~Questioning Leona was out of question, as well as he didn’t want to scratch at your fresh wounds. Therefore, he opted to ask Grim, Ace and Deuce.
~Separately, they only knew shreds and scraps of what happened, but when put together, they provided a pretty clear picture of the situation. So clear Ruggie almost facepalmed.
~”Really, Leona? They literally told you what was wrong- pushed it into your face and you’re not even trying to improve the situation?” He did not even flinch at the angry growl he received in response. “Come on, everyone sees that you’re unhappy without each other!”
“Be quiet.”
~But the hyena was unwilling to back down, when he was finally getting to the lion.
~And of course, he had his way.
“I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this,” Ruggie could swear, that Leona was purposefully dragging his feet to stall for time.
“You want to get back with them or not?”
“Tsh, they should be the one coming to me to apologise. They were the one who started the mess.”
“You gave them the reason to, in the first place,” even though he was comfortable walking on soft grass, he could feel his life hanging on a thread.
“Whose side are you on?!” A poor attempt to mask the anticipation with annoyance was made.
“Besides, if they did, would you accept their apology and go back to dating them?”
The answer hung in the air unsaid, but obvious nonetheless.
Of course he would.
The trip to the Ramshackle dorm went quicker than ever. At the same time, he wanted the whole ordeal to last a million years so he could die in peace before even coming close to confronting you and just get things over with so he could hug you again.
So to say that he was agitated when he spotted two brave idiots blocking the entrance to your dorm would be a misunderstanding.
“Why are you here outside, guys? Is y/n feeling better?” Ruggie eyed Ace and Deuce with a questioning gaze.
“Good afternoon Ruggie-seinpai. Y/n is resting at the moment. Do you have any business towards them?”
“Well, not exactly me, but him.” He pointed at his annoyed companion.
“Yeah, I gotta talk to ‘em so be good little herbivores and let me pass.” Leona could literally feel his patience growing thinner and thinner with each passing second.
“I’m afraid we cannot do that.”
“No one wants you here so just leave and don’t come back, yeah?
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
“The hell was that?!”
Ruggie quickly got between his dorm leader and the two first years.
“Hol’ up! Why won’t you guys let him in? Did y/n specifically say they don’t want to see him?”
That made the two brave idiots visibly falter.
“Well… Not exactly but-!”
“If they didn’t then let me settle things with my s/o. You have no right to stop me anyway.”
And so, the battle began.
Your soldiers fought to their last breath, but failed miserably against the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah. Meanwhile his servant took a nap.
And as your ex-boyfriend was to strike the final blow to the fallen soldiers, when a shoe flew through your front yard and hit him right in the side of his head.
Now he was so irked, he completely forgot the ADeuce and instead, his eyes went searching for the boomed soul he was about to tear into pieces - half expecting Grim - when instead, his eyes locked with yours.
It was rather tough to read your expression in the slowly fading afternoon light, while you were standing a few good metres above him. Well, sure as hell you weren’t pleased judging by the growing dump on his head and the other shoe you were swinging carelessly on your fingers.
A shiver ran down his spine for a brief second before he shook it off. But you spoke before he could even open his mouth.
“What could possibly be so urgent that his majesty dragged his ass all this way and graced my humble place with his presence? You snarked ironically.
“Oi! Watch your mouth after I went all the way here to apologise!”
“You don’t look apologetic.”
“Get down here then so I can show you how damn apologetic I am!”
“Why would I? You don’t even have flowers.”
“Say what now?!” Your glare was able to silence him from further complaints even from your window.
“Last time I checked, a man apologising should dress up, come with a beautiful bouquet of flowers and a personally chosen gift for his beloved. But not only you have none of those things, but you also storm here like a goddamn burglar throwing my friends out of your way and expecting me to run into your arms just like that?”
“They are kinda right though-”
“Quiet, Ruggie.”
“Seems like you learned nothing at all. If you really care so much, try again tomorrow.”
And with those words, his audience with you came to an end.
***
The next few days he spent as busy as ever, running around the whole campus. Attempting to buy back your favour through many different ways. He really felt like quitting sometimes, but then, he saw them. The little mischievous smiles he could sometimes catch a glimpse of after completing some tasks.
Those little smiles were rare treats even back when you were dating. Those smiles made his day and were the reason why you could get away with everything. Those smiles reminded him of one of the many reasons why he was so obsessed with you.
It was a pain, but worth it in the end. He could finally hold you back in his arms, his grip stronger than ever.
You breathed in his strong, pleasant scent and basked in the embrace his hands had over your body.
Some braver students who got accidentally caught in your crossfire even gave him some advice. Dating someone is not the end of fighting for them. You always fight for them and with each day, you find yourself falling in love again and again – each time a little bit more. That’s the recipe for the never ending love.
That’s a hassle, for sure. But if it’s for you, he doesn’t mind fighting for even a thousand years, if it means he gets to see you smile for him.
Also
Don’t worry, Ruggie wouldn’t let himself be forgotten. It barely took any effort at all for him to get Leona to lend him his wallet for a day when he was in a good mood. And everyone had their happy ending(?)
~For a week or so, he laid low.
~You never got the time to feel lonely though. The first years accompanied you everywhere. As well as some of your befriended second and third years would also drop by to say hi.
~In the midst of all the friendly faces, you barely had any time to miss Azul at all. Sometimes you even wondered if the two of you spent too little time together to get attached to each other.
~But then came the nightfall and the tossing around in bed thinking about him. Craving his company. Craving his touch.
~You couldn’t decide which one was more unbearable. The sleepless nights or the nights when you fell asleep to sweet, almost fever-like dreams about him.
~All those things were the reason why you felt so conflicted when gifts started appearing in front of your dorm. The first time it happened, you were with Grim, Sebek and Silver, watching a movie when your doorbell rang. You made your way through the eerily quiet corridors and opened the door only to find no one.
~You looked around for a bit, before you noticed the stuff laying on the ground. It was evening already, so you couldn’t quite make out the details, but your eyes recognised some book, a cushion, some plants, a body sponge and some food decorated in tasteful wrappings.
~While you were standing and wondering what in the world were you supposed to do with those things, your friends came down to check up on you and see what was taking you so long.
~No explanations were necessary when they saw the packages by your door. The sender left no doubts as well by a short note attached to one of the presents. Your friends, who were no strangers to your affair with Azul, quickly got into an argument with each other. One side offered to throw the stuff away (Sebek) while the other part fought to keep the gift for themselves instead (Grim).
~Their bickering was only stopped when Silver woke up from his three minute nap and asked if you wish to make up with Azul or end that chapter of your life.
~You did not know how to answer that question. All you wanted was to just talk things through with him.
~For the next few days, the gifts flooded you from all sides. A mug here, a blanket there, homemade chocolates on your desk…
~It wasn’t long before Jade and Floyd started appearing to give you the gifts personally. Always smiling so invitingly. But of course, no Azul in sight.
~One day you just got so fed up, the moment you were approached on a day before class, you just handed the two eels a note and asked them to hand it over to their dorm leader. They masked their surprise fairy well and wasted no time before visiting Azul in his office.
~He opened the paper so fast he almost tore it.
“Come meet me yourself you coward.”
~The message was short and painfully clear.
The next day, as you were leaving the campus and on the way to your dorm, you met no one else but him. With his hair propped back, dressed in a fine suit, holding the bouquet and the chocolates as his sword and shield.
The moment he saw you, he almost flinched as his face went bright pink.
“Angelfish, I-!”
You opened the door to your dorm and welcomed him in. Greatly flustered, he accepted the invitation, almost reluctantly handing over his last weapons in the fight he was meant to lose from the very beginning.
Your eyes have always been so beautiful, he would surely get lost in their clever gaze had the moment been better.
“Well,” your voice pulled him out of the trance,” since you’re not saying anything, I’ll start.”
You took a deep breath, before yelling the next words in his face.
“I’m obsessed with you!”
“H-huh?” Azul almost jumped at your sudded words, getting even redder than before. But you didn’t let him answer.
“I love everything about you. I love the way your hair shines when you’re working in Monstro Lounge. I love the mischievous glint in your eyes whenever you get a new deal. I love your smug, salesman grin, but I love your happy smile way more. I’d sell my soul to the devil a million times if that means seeing it again. I love your voice and I feel my heart flutter each time I hear it. I swear I could listen to you speak for days without break and never have enough of it. I love the way you dress and the way you walk. I love how intelligent and hard working you are. I love every second we spend together, “ you grabbed his hands and continued,” I just love you so much, there’s no man in the world who I could possibly exchange you for!”
By the time you were finished, you were out of breath and just as red as the man in front of you.
But out of all the reactions you could expect, you surely did not expect tears to start streaming down his cheeks.
You eyed your lover wide eyed and slowly panicked, as the man still standing in front of you began to sob.
“Wait, no! Hold on, I didn’t mean to-!” Your body acted on autopilot when you pulled him into a strong embrace and sat both of you on your dorm couch.
You stroked his back gently and let him get it all out, silently freaking out. ‘He was crying. Was that good or not? Well he didn’t really push you away, so maybe I didn’t screw up as bad as I thought, but he’s not stopping to cry. What am I supposed to do? Keep holding him? Give him some space? Maybe a glass of water? Man, I really gotta go to the toilet.’
And so, you wondered what you should do next.
And you would have been wondering for a long time to come, had it not been for your boyfriend, who spoke up, suddenly.
“Does that mean we're dating again?” His shockingly strong hands were gripping hard your back, as he was slowly calming down.
“Of course we are.”
***
A few days later, you were invited by your boyfriend to the Monstro Lounge. For what, you weren’t sure, so you threw on something comfortable and made your way over to his dorm.
Once you arrived, you were led by grinning eels to the vip room where Azul was already waiting. You gave him a peck on the cheek before your attention shifted towards the monitor taking up the whole wall.
“Are we watching something?”
“Well, you could put it this way. Now please, make yourself comfortable. The snacks and beverages are ready and waiting. Please don’t hesitate to let me know if you need anything.”
You were taken to the plush armchair you shared a certain fondness towards, with your lover joining soon after.
You didn’t even have the time to ask about the title of the thing you were going to watch, because the title screen answered your question quicker.
100 Ways Why I Love Y/N The Most In The World
You chuckled awkwardly and shifted in your seat.
This was going to be a long evening.
~Vil was restless.
~He couldn’t even remember that much from your argument. It was so… Unlike him to lose his temper like that.
~He couldn’t help it, but replay the last few weeks in his head, in search of any answers. How did it come to this? What caused the argument? How could have it been avoided?
~Naturally, Rook came to his dorm leader’s aid. Of course, he couldn’t leave him in misery!
~After a bit of asking and prodding from Vil’s side, he pointed out a few subtle changes in your behaviour he noticed. The other man listened to his words carefully and it came to clear sight that your “sudden outburst” was not in fact a sudden outburst, but rather something pretty much logical and expected.
~And the ever so helpful hunter of love, of course pointed out every single little mistake his friend made on his path of love, as if they were the most obvious things in the world.
~It made Vil a bit… Icky, to realise that Rook was there to witness each mistake of his. And then let them go uncorrected! But then he was reminded that his friend was in no place to interfere much between you two and no matter how much he disliked it, he had to accept that arguments are also a part of relationships.
~The whole issue was giving him a headache, therefore he decided that he was done with the issue for the day and opted to go to sleep.
~What he didn’t predict though, was that the issue was not quite done with him.
~The whole skincare routine of his was going painfully slow that evening. His thoughts kept spiralling mercilessly- he almost applied bath foam instead of cucumber lotion on his eyes. Then, after the Seven knows how long, when he thought he was nearing the end, it turned out he was barely reaching the half.
~But would his pride let him ditch the skincare and go straight to bed like he probably should? Nope!
~That being said, not going to school the following day was not an option as well. He’ll crawl there if he has to, but he will prove to you and the whole world (but mostly just himself) that he’s fine on his own.
~I suppose we could even say that he succeeded? He’s an experienced actor, after all. Surely, a slightly disturbed night’s rest will not affect his performance?
~Even if it did, no one noticed. Except for Rook, but we don’t talk about Rook
~Still, he caught himself scanning the crowd of potatoes, in search of the particular one more than once.
~And when he did spot you, it took him every last bit of self-restraint he had, not to rush to you approach you like he usually would.
~You two truly were a match made in hell. Both held your pride in regard too high, to miss the next day of school. So of course, you made sure not to overdress, but still, subtly show off what the other one lost.
~Nothing to see here. Just two idiots too proud to apologise to the other one going on about their days, secretly waiting for the other one to approach first. Rook couldn’t decide whether it was purely comical or hysterically heartbreaking.
~The thing dragged on for days and days. Vil could pretend all he wanted, but your absence by his side bothered him all the same. His thoughts always found a way to come back to you. When he was putting on makeup in the mornings, he caught himself wondering which eyeshadow you would appreciate the most, which lipstick shade would look the best on your lips after you kiss…
~Even when he’s arranging his schedule, the first priority in his mind is to get as much free time to spend with you as possible. It was surprisingly tough to get rid of the lingering thoughts in his head. What kind of spell did you put on him?
~The loneliness soon became unbearable. While the dorm leader of Pomefiore took comfort in his friend, the dorm leader of Ramshackle took comfort in theirs.
~And so, the unexpected hero became no one else but… Epel! i say unexpected, but he really had no other choice with his leader going twice as hard on him just because he was close to you As your mutual friend, he could hear out both sides of the conflict and take the role of something like a mediator, but with lots of plotting. Naturally, Rook and the rest of the first years were dragged in as well.
~What was the plan? Well, the rough idea was making you and Vil lose a bet or something which would result in you two having to fill a single wish of theirs. And then…
“Let me check if I understood correctly. What am I supposed to do is just stay in my room until sunrise and not leave the bed, unless it’s necessary?” Your past lover raised his eyebrows when he received an enthusiastic confirmation from his vice. He was just finishing the last activities before going to bed.
“And am I not allowed to ask why you would ask me for that?”
“Non! Please remember your promise to fulfil one wish of mine, it cannot be taken back now.” The man chirped, and the other scoffed.
“Obviously, I won’t take my word back. Who do you take me for?” Vil sat up on his bed. He was getting more and more suspicious.
“Très bien! Good night to you, Roi de Poison.”
“Good night to you as well.”
And just as his vice left his room, someone else was pushed inside.
Your ex boyfriend almost gasped when he saw you standing in front of him, looking like you had just been forced to swallow your own pride by tiny, aeroplane spoons.
“Remember our deal!” You heard the shout of your so-called “friends”.
“I think I’m having second thoughts.” You turned around and headed towards the exit when you were stopped by Ace.
“Oi, Prefect! It's not fair to make a promise and then take back your word. AND, don’t you owe us? Think about everything we’ve done for you so far. Isn’t it only right for you to pay us back now?”
“That’s manipulation!”
“Maybe! But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re bound by your word now.”
“My word? What does my word matter to you? You have it on paper?”
Ace scowled, “We knew you’d say that. That’s why…”
He moved to occupy your ear and whispered a few words, only audible to the two of you. You gasped.
“You wouldn’t dare!” You said so, but you knew damn well he would. “Besides, what do you even get out of this?”
“Epel paid me.”
“What?”
“Nothing!”
“Deuce!”
“This is for your own good, prefect!”
And then, they were gone.
You stood there for a minute analysing your situation while Vil, who was silently observing the whole thing and putting the puzzles together until now, sent you a neutral glance.
“I’m taking the floor.” You decided in the end, and sprawled down on your back, with your arms under your head and closed your eyes.
“There’s no way you are spending the night on the floor-” He announced sterny, stopping himself from adding ‘potato’ at the end of the sentence.
“Yes, there is. Goodnight.” You closed your eyes.
You could almost hear him exhaling an exasperated sigh.
Meanwhile he tried to think of ways to approach you. He remembered your words about him imposing his will on you. Dragging you on the bed - no matter how much he wished he could- was a bad solution, no matter how he thought of it. Persuading you to get on the bed would also probably be really time consuming.
At the same time, he genuinely didn’t want you to lay on the floor.
But the situation still appeared delicate, so he simply stood up and turned off the light.
“...You are always welcome in my bed,” he only added, before laying down. The memories of when you spent nights together cuddled in his bed came flooding his mind and lulling him to sleep. He could only regret that he didn’t have you there with him anymore.
Some time passed and he was almost sleeping at this point when he heard your voice. So faint that he could almost mistake it for an illusion.
“You said that I only gain any worth when I stand by your side. Did you mean it?”
At that moment, Vil really wished to drink poison so he could perhaps choke on his words. He took a deep, quiet breath.
“I did not. Not that, nor anything else.”
A few more moments of silence passed between the two of you. This time he didn’t allow himself to give in to the sleepiness.
“...I didn’t mean the insults I said either. I was mad. I wanted to be your equal for once.”
“I never intended to make you feel like that. I never thought of you as anything less than my equal.”
“Now that I think about it, I really shouldn’t have bottled it up for so long.”
“I was also at fault for not seeing the signs.”
“The signs, huh?”
A few more minutes of silence.
Then he could feel you climbing into his bed.
He felt as if a boulder was taken off his shoulders.
You fell asleep on distant sides of the bed, but woke up clinging to each other.
~Good thing Ortho wasn’t there when you were arguing. You didn’t even know where exactly he was – you could only vaguely recall Idia mentioning that he’s running an errand for him.
~Soon after you left, the younger brother in question bursted into their room, alarmed by the sudden, drastic abnormalities in his brother’s vital functions.
~But when he found him, there was no panic, no screams and no tears. He was just sitting in front of his monitor playing the game, his fingers mechanically pressing the buttons. He stared blankly at the screen, but he didn’t register a thing. Not even Ortho’s arrival.
~The day after, in the very morning, the same precious adopted child of yours, appeared out of nowhere and started asking questions. You really wanted to tell him. You wanted to clarify the issue and ask how was Idia… But you felt drained.
~”Sorry Ortho, I just, I just need some time, ok?” He accepted your answer and didn’t pry any further, but a pang of guilt flashed through your chest at the silent worry in his voice.
~Two hours haven’t passed since then, when you were hit by a wave of nausea. You knew it was going to come to this, eventually. You knew too damn well that you have been pushing yourself too hard for the past week and kept telling yourself that you would take a break soon.
~But there was always something getting in the way. A test approaching, an errand to run, a new in-game event… Man, no wonder you were feeling so under the weather lately.
~Welp, it was Friday anyway. You decided to take a while off and prolong your weekend. Take your mind off some stuff (Idia) and just enjoy a bit of relaxation.
~It was all fine and dandy until the afternoon when you realised that you had run out of stuff to do. You took a nap already and ate something as well. You tried to think, what would you usually do when you had a free minute?
~Your brain immediately put on a neon sign in front of your eyes and it said Visit Idia. Whenever you had the time to, you would make your way over to Ignihyde, where you were always welcome for whatever you wished to do. A few weeks after you started dating, you stopped even bothering to text him to ask if you could come over, because the answer was always yes.
~The following days were quiet. Eerily so. Not a peep from him, not a world from you.
~While you were picking up new hobbies to pass the time somehow, Idia was shutting himself off. All he did was game, but avoided the ones you two played together like fire. He wanted to push it off on you. He wanted to believe you were the one to blame. But there was always that bitterly persistent voice in his head, saying that it was all his fault.
~He kept instinctively glancing at his messages, hoping to receive one from you before remembering that there will be no more messages. Maybe except the one which approach he dreaded – Let’s break up.
~He was somehow convinced to attend the lessons, but he barely paid them any mind. His attention would only return when he’s “walking” through the corridors, the camera scanning the place for you, but averting his eyes the moment he’d spot you.
~He kept opening your messages to text you about some new anime releases or promising manga. Even almost sending the text several times. Each time ending up breaking him more and more.
~Eventually, after his longing for you became unbearable, he started going through your texts. He laughed at your inside jokes and recalled the memes you sent each other. It lifted up his mood temporarily before crushing him all the way down, but it was still some kind of relief.
~But then there were texts that didn’t sit right with him. The ones where you seemed so excited for a new chapter release he almost shared your enthusiasm, but then, he saw his replies, where he just brushed it off and changed the subject. He could find a fair amount of texts like that, and now that he recalled them, they even irked him. What must you have felt?
~He wanted to run to you and beg for forgiveness. But at the same time, he wanted the earth to swallow him whole so you would never have to watch his pitiful self again.
~A few more days passed and he could swear, had it not been for Ortho, he would have gone insane. It was truly a miracle that his little brother was there to cheer him up and keep him company in his misery.
~Except he would bring you up a bit too often for his liking. Suggesting that he could talk to you or sharing ideas about how to approach you. And he really wanted to! But the whole thing was stressing him out without any mercy at all. And one day, he just bursted it out without thinking.
“I’m fine, Ortho. I don’t want to talk- don’t want to see them. Not now, not ever!”
“Really?” The door to his room opened, revealing no one else but you.
At that very moment, all the alarm bells went off in his head. A spark of understanding jumped between you and Ortho. You stepped further inside as he left to give the two of you some privacy jk, he was watching on camera
Meanwhile Idia crawled to the furthest corner of his room in a futile attempt to escape, before his back hit the wall.
When his gaze met yours, he almost shrieked.
“Ca-can you go away? Please go away!”
“I will,” you sat down on his floor, cross legged, “but first, I want us to talk things through.” You took a deep breath. “When I left that time, I didn’t really explain anything to you. I just kind of- took out my frustration on you, instead of communicating what was wrong.”
You thought Idia couldn’t get any more wide eyed, but there he was. He listened to you with an expression as if you were speaking an alien language.
“I-went through our t,texts!” He bursted out suddenly.
You sent him a questioning look.
His hands started fondling the edges of his hoodie, but he kept talking.
“I saw it-! When you were so excited and just, I just shrugged it off like it didn’t matter. No wonder you were so mad. I just can’t do this stuff right! I wish I could just reset and reload,” the tips of his hair turned orange.
“I wished you’d notice me.”
And so, you talked things through. It was a slow process, but you were getting there.
It soon became clear that Idia would do anything for you to get back together. You were genuinely surprised to see the desperation in his eyes when he told you how much he missed you. It made you want to envelop him in a tight hug and never let go.
And you did. God, you missed his comforting warmth so much. And he probably missed you too, if how hard his hands were gripping you had anything to say about it. You could already feel the bruises forming, but it didn’t matter. You were just happy to have him back. (Ortho with his camera teared up)
The rest of the evening, and then night, the three of you spent gaming, but you didn’t do much gaming yourself, because your lover insisted you hold him. And how could you possibly refuse?
But then everything went into ashes with a single question.
“Say, did you get some sleep this week?”
He was betrayed by his own little brother’s accusatory voice.
“He didn’t!”
Suddenly, the relaxed atmosphere became heavy and unbearable and your hold on his body had grown uncomfortable.
Idia could only tremble in fear of what was going to come next.
at inarizaki high school’s sports festival
DROPPING THEIR CHILDREN AT THEIR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL — HAIKYUU
feat — timeskip!atsumu, iwaizumi, bokuto, osamu + sakusa.
warnings — dad!au + them being big softies !
note — sob a little hq dads since it’s almost valentines day <3
ఌ ATSUMU grips the smaller hand in his own a little tighter as he stops at the school gate, squatting to meet his daughters height as her glassy eyes stare back at his. there’s a slight tremble to atsumu’s hands when they move to adjust the straps of her backpack, because he doesn’t want her to go either. “just ya remember angel, boys are gross alright? and as soon as they mention volleyball ya better show em all how it’s done for daddy.” he breathes, a trembling undercurrent to his voice and he doesn’t even realise he’s blinking with his words, but his daughters hand on his own grounds him. “fo’ daddy.” she replies. the words repeating in his mind as he drives home, where you are, a few stray tears running down his cheeks and his eyes a little red but he doesn’t care, because he knows it’s for love.
ఌ IWAIZUMI smiles softly as he hugs his son goodbye, feeling the way his smaller hands curl tightly at his own shirt, a little tighter than usual before he hears a sniffle—seeing his son wipe his eyes with the sleeve of his favourite godzilla hoodie that looked like a smaller version of his own. he remembers how this morning he insisted wearing it because it would “keep daddy wif me.” replacing his sons finger with his own as he wipes at the tears gently. “come on buddy, you’re brave right?” hajime grumbles, his voice smooth and reassuring but his heart warming when his son nods, despite his eyes still looking glassy and cheeks flushed — but he still puffs out his chest just like his dad. “‘m brave.” he replies and iwaizumi softens as he thinks of his own godzilla hoodie he has folded in the living room, because he knows he’ll put it on when he’s home, to keep him with him.
ఌ BOKUTO giggles as he lifts his son over to the school gates in his arms, setting him down with a grin that quickly falteres when he notices the pout on his smaller frame. “don’t cry! schools so fun and you’ll make so many friends okay!” your husband cheers as his son sniffles, trying to hold back his tears, the sight making bokuto feel his own gather in his eyes. “i’ll miss you but i’ll pick you up okay? promise, we can even get ice cream!” his dad grins — both their bright giggles bubbling from their lips after even though they still tremble a little. but with the goodbye high fives and the waves as he leaves, bokuto thinks that maybe it’ll be okay— and although his cheeks are a little damp, with your cheerful voice on the other side of the phone as he walks back to his car, he knows that everything will be.
ఌ OSAMU crouches to the ground as he tilts up his daughters chin, cupping her cheek softly before he hands her the bento that’s a little shakey in his hand. “it’s yer favourite, ya better eat it all, no sharin’ or tradin’ cos daddy’s cookin’ will always be the best alright princess?” samu smiles and she nods sniffly, her lips pursed to hold back a pout because she always tries her best to be good for him. “‘ll miss you daddy.” she whimpers and he softens, “a know baby, but al see ya when ya come home.” his voice smooth before he places a gentle kiss on her forehead and stands to full height again, waving her off with a small grin and a final “no boys, or else they’ll be meetin’ daddy ‘nd uncle ‘tsumu.” but with his daughters cheerful grin, he feels the world settle into place.
ఌ SAKUSA gently slid the small strawberry scented hand sanitizer into his daughters bagpack before he zips it up “boys are dirty okay?” kiyoomi grumbles, allowing his hands to readjust the butterfly clip in her black curls that looked just like his, so he could see more of her eyes that looked just like yours. he smiles when he feels her small hands clasp at his shirt, his hand tracing featherlight circles into her back after because he always knew the quickest ways to soothe her. but with a final “daddy will miss you angel.” spoken more to himself and a subtle rub at the corner of his eyes — kiyoomi watches his world, finally begin to make her way in her own.
synopis: waking up to their embrace after staying at their place last night.
characters: childe, diluc, itto, kaeya, kazuha, xiao, zhongli
content warnings: suggestive + gn!reader
childe: when you wake up with sleepy eyes after coming home, to childe’s apartment you feel a loose arm around your waist. already noticing that the dull eyes have been staring at you before you had awaken. you cannot help but get flustered, as he presses a kiss to your head.
diluc: your back would be to his chest while he holds you by your waist, sleeping and nuzzled deep into your hair. he loved your aroma and scent and adored it so much. waking up to him is nice and cozy because he hardly snores and he usually wakes up after you do to say good morning.
itto: waking up to him is basically like being held by a huge teddy bear. he does snore a bit in the morning but perhaps it’s a sound you can get accustomed too. though if you wake up before him, he’ll just encourage you to go back to sleep.
kaeya: waking up to him feels like a short blessing, because he is so warm and hearing him praise and flirt with you at dawn is like the cherry on top. though a majority of the time his flirty comments makes you nervous so you end up burying your head into his shoulder.
kazuha: he always holds you upon his chest carefully, stroking the strands of your hair and saying good morning once your eyes meet the sun peaking through the windows. he’ll ask simple questions and always asking if you wanted to catch breakfast with him.
xiao: he generally likes to watch you fall asleep but the temptation and the urge to hold you, is way too strong which is why you awake in the morning to him pressing your head upon his chest while he tells you to go back to bed and kisses your forehead.
zhongli: oh archons, he is so gentle. he holds you very carefully and softly, making sure that you are safe in his warmth and embrace. he either has your head placed on his chest or shoulder to guarantee you comfort.
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[11.35pm]: under the moonlight
akaashi keiji x reader, college au, drabble <3
you rub your eyes tiredly as you step out of your study room. clad in sweats and a hoodie (and your favourite pair of fluffy socks), you pad over to the kitchen only to see your boyfriend there, already pouring a glass of warm water for you.
“taking a break?” Keiji asks. you nod, humming in response.
you walk up to him and he wraps you in a gentle embrace. it feels like the warmth of the sun, a soft loving blanket enveloped around your form, smelling of love and like home. his soft lips place a sweet kiss on the crown of your head as he slowly rocks you two back and forth in the middle of your kitchen.
you’ve been stressed because of exams recently and he’s always been there to help you destress and remind you to take breaks. he’s ready to provide you with food, cuddles, hugs, a listening ear, a shoulder to cry on - anything you need, despite his own hectic schedule. you couldn’t be more grateful for a boyfriend like Keiji.
so now in the tiny kitchen of your tiny apartment, you and keiji are in each other’s arms. he’s telling you how proud he is of you for working so hard, but also how proud he is of you regardless. you’re still rocking gently, but now his hands are on your waist and and yours are slung over his shoulders. your foreheads are touching and he occasionally dips his head to plant soft kisses on your honey lips.
the outside world is abuzz with nightlife, a stark contrast to the quietness and serenity in your small apartment. the moonlight peeking through the window sills only enhances your beauty, and keiji is enraptured by you for the nth time that day.
your heartbeats beat in sync, and you’re both swaying to the beat of the music only for the two of you. he twirls you slightly before pulling you back into his chest, resting his head on top of yours. “i love you,” he murmurs.
a/n: i AM NOT USUALLY A KEIJI SIMP but i can safely say that i am now 😌 first time writing in not past-tense so i hope it’s okay :”)) ty for reading mwah mwah
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𝟓:𝟒𝟕 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔.
you’re not too sure what time it is, but you know it’s early when osamu lays himself over you, head digging into your chest as he steals your warmth. you groan, wrapping your arms around him as you pull the blanket higher over your bodies.
“what time is it?”
“almost six,” he hums. it’s quiet for a moment, you seem to be drifting back to sleep, and osamu grins in victory against your shirt that all’s gone according to plan as he drifts off himself.
until you speak up.
“wait a second. aren’t you supposed to be on the couch?” his body freezes for a moment before he’s clutching onto you tightly while you’re trying to shove him off. “samu! get off!”
“no!”
“i’m serious, i’m still mad at you,” you huff. he frowns (though it’s more of a pout) and simply shakes his head.
“‘m not lettin’ go. ma back hurts. i’m cold too.”
“miya osamu—”
and before you can finish your sentence, there’s a soft bite at your chin that makes you stop.
“don’t call me by ma full name,” he grumbles, settling back down into your chest. “‘s rude.” he has the audacity to grab your hand and plop it into his hair too, gesturing at you to play with the dark brown strands.
“did you just bite me?”
“and what if i did?” comes his quiet mumble, voice muffled by your shirt.
last night wasn’t exactly a big fight, it was a petty one if the both of you were being honest, but osamu should’ve admitted he was wrong, and his attitude was what landed him a spot on the couch. and to his dismay, you seem to fall asleep much easier without his embrace than he does without yours.
“what do you—you bit me,” you repeat incredulously. you smack his shoulder when he snickers quietly at your shock.
“didn’t even hurt, ya drama queen.” and you want to keep your facade of being mad, you want to tell him to go back to the couch until you’ve deemed he’s earned his spot back, but something about the way he nuzzles into you and kisses your collarbone before trying to fall asleep makes you give in.
he’s stubborn, you’ve come to know this a tad bit too well, but he’s also gentle. he plants one more spoonful of dinner to your plate when you tell him to stop, he pulls the sun visor down for you when the light shines in your face as he drives, he wakes up and puts socks on your feet when they feel like icicles against his calves, and he’s the only person who easily forgives you for your own stubbornness too—every time, without fail.
so you wrap your arm tightly around him, stroking through his locks as you mumble “you’re such a weirdo, you know that?”
“well, ‘s just the way i am, deal with it,” he mumbles back. and then you giggle, he laughs, you kiss his forehead, and he kisses your jaw—and you’re back to your usual routine, last night all forgotten.
“i love you,” you whisper.
“love ya too. and i also love yer cheeks, ‘m bitin’ them next.”
still firmly believe osamu’s love language is biting
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