Across The Hall (Oikawa X Reader)
Across the Hall (Oikawa x Reader)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Across the hall lived Oikawa, a smug womanizer who never knew how to confront his one-night stands after their five minutes of fame. To avoid confrontation, he repeatedly seeks refuge in your apartment, or in his case, in your bed. But what happens when you start to grow feelings for this amorous neighbor of yours?
A/N: (It’s not five am! Yay me!) This is an au prompt called “You live across the hall and you hide in my apartment when you want to avoid your one-night stands” I got from this list. My god, I wanted this to be so much better than it actually was. If even a single person likes this, I will be eternally grateful. I sincerely hope you guys like this one!
Word count: 5678
Your apartment complex was filled with… a different kind of people. The tenants below you, one ginger and one blunet, bickered like no other. Meanwhile, the renters above you, one with a buzzcut and one with black hair and a bleached tuft, constantly watched and fawned over Next Top Model. It was all weird, but the most curious one of all was the man who lived across from you.
He was a womanizer with no sense of personal space, and constantly holed up in your apartment to wait out his one-night stands. Over the months, you two became friends, and while you repeatedly offered to let him hide and rest in your spare bedroom, he never seemed to appreciate the offer. Instead, he had a tenacious habit of crawling into your bed space and wrapping his arms around you with the claim that he couldn’t sleep without cuddling something. No matter how many pillows you chucked at him, you seemed to be his most favorite teddy bear.
Tonight was no different, and your heart fluttered when he pulled you tighter into his chest. He had woken you up instantly, and he was lucky that you were too tired to be pissed off by the act.
“Oikawa,” you mumble lazily, rubbing the tiredness away from your eyes, “you know I only gave you that key for emergencies, right?”
“But this is an emergency, YN. The girls never leave unless I’m not there when they wake up.”
“Then maybe you should stop hooking up with random women.”
“I don’t see the issue.”
“Mhm,” you hum, rolling over in his embrace and yawning in his face. He gags at the smell and you smirk. “You know there’s a perfectly good couch for you to sleep on, right?”
“It’s extremely uncomfortable, I can’t stand that thing. I don’t know why you bought it.”
“Okay, then what about my spare room?”
“I’ve slept in there too! And trust me, nothing is more comfortable than this bed right-” Oikawa’s ranting is cut off by a frantic knock on your door. With a sigh, you nod your head towards the hall of your apartment and raise a brow.
“Is that tonight’s expedition?” He gives you a bashful smile.
“Possibly.” Rolling your eyes, you scramble out of your bed and trudge out of your room. The banging is about to rip your door right off its hinges. As it shivers from the force, Oikawa trails timidly behind you and peeks over your shoulder at the sight.
“What, did you bang a pro-wrestler or something?” You’re judging him so hard right now.
“Ugh, YN. So unfeminine. I don’t ‘bang,’ I make love.”
“To a rhino?” You watch with wide eyes as your front door trembles before approaching it slowly.
“Maybe.” Oikawa opts to cower behind the island in your kitchen, which is adjacent to the entrance of your apartment and in a perfect position for him to not be spotted.
“Wonderful,” you mutter, hesitantly placing a hand on the knob and opening the barricade to the beast. “Can I help you?” you ask, plastering on a fake smile.
Your neighbor’s one-night stand looks like she just stepped out of a magazine. With wavy blonde hair and long, tan legs, she seemed like the type to squash men under her designer stilettos and not bat an eye. Exactly his type.
“Yes, I’m looking for my… boyfriend Tooru,” she glances inside your apartment suspiciously, getting a little too close for comfort. “Have you seen him?”
“Umm, nope. Haven’t seen him.” You boredly blink at her and keep a hand on the door just in case she tries to barge inside.
“Well, if you do, could you tell him Sakura is looking for him?” She flashes you a dazzling smile that almost burns your irises.
“Sure.”
“Thanks! I’ll see you around!” Waving goodbye, she disappears inside the apartment across from yours, presumably to relocate her clothes from the night before.
“Not likely,” you mumble gruffly, slamming the door. You step into your kitchen only to find Oikawa casually eating a bowl of cereal on a stool at your counter. He shoots you an incredulous look.
“She didn’t see me, right?!”
“Oh no, of course not.” You snatch the breakfast away and munch on a bite of Cheerios. “Your girlfriend didn’t notice you stealing my food out in the open like a buttnugget.”
“I am not a ‘buttnugget’! And I’d prefer you not speak with your mouth full.” You stick your tongue out at him and he grimaces at the bits of chewed food still visible. “Nasty. Anyways, she’s not my girlfriend.”
“I guess you’re right,” you shrug, plopping onto a stool next to his, “she’s more like the love of your life.” You waggle your eyebrows at him and he scoffs while pushing your shoulder playfully.
“Not in a million years.” He rises from his seat and smoothly presses his ear to the door before checking the peephole. “Coast is clear. You should probably go back to bed, YN. Get some more of that beauty rest you so desperately need.”
“Bite me,” you grumble around a mouthful of cereal.
“I just might.” With a wink, he disappears out into the hall and back into his own home. The feeling of disappointment when he left wasn’t unknown to you, but you didn’t want to mull over it right now. Instead, you purse your lips and stand to wash the now-empty bowl, catching a glimpse of your clock on the way.
“Three a.m! What the fuck?!” Now that you know, the darkness outside your windows makes a lot more sense. Fortunately, it’s a Saturday, and it’s also not the first time Oikawa has required your help in fending off his nighttime companions. You’re used to it, but that doesn’t mean you don’t ream his ass about it every time you’re a little more conscious and awake.
“Goddamnit Oikawa.”
***
It happens again, and again, and again. And every time it does, your feelings for him grow just a bit more, weirdly enough. On those early mornings that you wake up to him sliding into your bed and winding himself around you, you can’t help but wish it was for an entirely different reason. Sadly, reality was that he was just trying to escape his nightly mistakes.
Some days, you rouse to the smell of bacon wafting into the room. Others, he slips in and out before you even stir, leaving only a couple pancakes and a thank you note in his wake.
It’s been more than a year of this. A year of your apartment being used as a hideout, and of you being used as snuggly aftercare. Finally, you’ve decided you’ve had enough. You made a plan to confess at Christmas while you exchange gifts.
“Oh wow!” You hold up the hand-written slip of paper with an amused smile. It had been packaged in several wrapped cardboard boxes, and you had spent twenty minutes removing and ripping open one after the other while Oikawa busted a gut. “A limited time coupon for one free booty call!” You shake your head with a small chortle while he snickers at the gift.
“I even laminated it.”
“Yes, yes you did,” you snort, flapping the “coupon” in the air. Holiday music plays softly in the background and you're both wrapped in blankets. A televised campfire crackles on the screen behind Oikawa, and the only thing brightening up your living room is the medium-sized, ornamented tree near the two of you, tinging the air with the scent of spruce and cinnamon.
“All right, I suppose I’ll save this for later.” You slip his gift under your thigh and hand him your own, in a red and green bag with tissue paper sticking out the top. “Now open mine!”
He smiles and digs his hand inside, crinkling around while he guesses, “Is it… a blanket?”
“Nope.”
“Is it… a t-shirt that says ‘I’m with stupid’?”
“No, you jerk!” You laugh and smack his knee. “Just open it!”
“If it’s worse than my gift, you totally owe me.”
“That’s literally not possible.” He gasps dramatically at you and finally pulls out the clothing. It’s a sweatshirt you had made especially for him. On the front was the logo for Boys’ Volleyball Nationals, and his eyes gleam in delight. Then he flips it around and reads the back.
“‘Number One Spectator’?!” He gawks at you in offense and you can’t hold back your giggles. While you crack up, he repeatedly glances between you and the sweatshirt with a pout.
“You totally owe me for this, YN!”
“I can’t! Oh, this is too good!” you guffaw, wiping tears away from your eyes. Suddenly, Oikawa tackles you to the floor, both hands beginning to attack your sides in a flurry of tickles.
“Oh shit!” you screech, twisting back and forth to try and escape. Your attempts are futile.
“Say you’re sorry!” One of his hands capture both of your wrists and hold them above your head so you couldn’t fight him.
“Never!” Your flabs ache while you wheeze out the occasional laugh.
“You’re so mean, YN!” He scolds with a wagging finger before instantly assaulting your exposed sides once more. “Just say your sorry!”
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry!” you cry out with a giggle, gulping in large amounts of air when he finally stops.
“You’re forgiven,” he nods with a lopsided grin, still holding your hands hostage. A long moment passes as you relax and catch your breath, his gaze never leaving your flushed face, but when you can finally think properly again, you realize the compromising position you both are in.
He’s straddling your hips, one pressed against each side while his face leers over your own. Never before have you noticed just how dark his brown eyes are, and you can’t help but spot the occasional gold fleck while you lose yourself in them. With a gulp, you rub your thighs together and lick your lips. The action instantly grabs his attention, and Oikawa tightens his grip on your wrists before slowly lowering himself closer to you. A small part of you wants to wait, wants to let your relationship grow stronger, but the rest of you yearns to live in the moment and enjoy it while you have the chance. You pick your side, and clasp your eyes shut to brace yourself. Then it happens.
There’s no explosions or fireworks like the books, but every single one of your nerves twinge with sparks. His lips are soft as they gently caress your own, taking their time to memorize the feeling. His brunet locks brush against your forehead and he carefully releases his hold on you, trailing his hands down to cup your cheeks while his tongue begs for entrance. Losing yourself in the moment, you allow it access, teasing and battling him for dominance with your own while you tenderly dig your fingers into his hair, combing and tugging on the strands as the kiss grows more heated. You separate for just a split second and Oikawa doesn’t stray far. In an instant, he’s biting and sucking on the smooth skin along your chin, using one arm to support himself over you while the other angles your head perfectly for his lips. Pain mingles with pleasure as his teeth graze and nip your delicate flesh.
“Tooru,” you whimper, and he grunts deeply in response. You yank on his tangled tufts harder, mewling his name repeatedly while he moves lower to leave love bites up and down your neck. He pecks the bruises soothingly and groans at the feeling of your hands pulling harshly in reaction to the sting.
“What do you want, YN?” He coos, words whispered against your skin. The sensation leaves you writhing beneath him.
“You.”
***
That night, the coupon was left forgotten on the floor, but its offer had been used.
The next day, you picked it up with a sniffle and dumped it into the trash while you gathered your clothes from around the living room. Like every other girl he had been with, he left during the middle of the night.
Unlike the mornings where you were shaken awake by him holding you close, you were all alone while viewing the sunrise through your blinds this time.
With puffy cheeks, you made yourself some instant coffee and downed it, ignoring the burn and the fresh numbness of your tongue now. You breathe out shakily and set the empty mug in the sink before preparing to take a shower. Every one of your movements was passively lifeless. Each footstep dragged against the floor, and every heartbeat in your chest pained you.
Under the scalding water, you scrubbed away the memory as best as you could, leaving your skin raw and aching, but you could still feel a semblance of his touch.
In the mirror, purple blemishes littered every inch of your body from your chin to your calves. The sight of them reminded you of what exactly had scared him off.
His head was buried in the back of your neck as he nibbled on the skin there. You sighed happily, reveling in the afterglow of your love-making while relaxing further into the bed. Ever so slowly, you trail a hand down to your hips and interlock your fingers with his own, leading him to peck your nape gently.
“I love you,” you confess quietly. It was the heat of the moment, and you couldn’t help yourself. His body tenses behind you and his hand squeezes yours tightly for just a second.
“Oh.” The word, if that’s what it was, doesn’t sink in, and you fall asleep with a small smile on your face, pressing your back against his chest comfortingly.
At the time, you didn’t know. You had finally been with the man you loved, and he didn’t return your feelings. You wanted to be angry, enraged, or vengeful, but you were just sad. Ashamed of yourself and what you had done the night before.
In the past, you thought you meant more to Oikawa than his one night stands. You had seen the fake smiles he put up around them, and they never compared to the authentic grins he gave you. He joked with you, opened up to you, spent time with you and always seemed to want you around. Oh, how wrong you were to believe he would feel the same.
***
Your employers weren't exactly okay with the fact that you had skipped about a month of work to wallow in self-pity, so they fired you. This unfortunate fact led you to search for a roommate, someone who could help you pay the rent while you job-hunted. You got an offer, and today he was moving in.
“YN?!” A familiar voice echoed from your apartment’s hallway, followed by a knocking on wood. “YN?!”
“Oikawa?” You hesitantly make eye contact with him while hauling your groceries up the stairs. He’s in front of your door surrounded by cardboard boxes, and his face looks flushed with distress.
“YN, are you moving out?!” It’s the first time he’s talked to you since he left, and you want to beat the crap out of him with the hope that it would quell the pain. It won’t work, you know that, but you figure it’d be worth a shot.
“No,” you clench your jaw and avoid his panicked gaze, “I got a new roommate.”
“Oh.” The look on his face falls, but so does every other emotion he had been displaying. Crossing his arms, he nods in understanding while observing the boxes of personal belongings around him. “That makes sense.”
“Yeah, so uh… I guess I don’t really have to tell you this, but you can’t really hide out in my spare room anymore,” you shift on your feet, “You know, if you wanted to.”
“Oh,” he repeats, and a muscle twitches in his jaw. “Okay.”
Awkward silence falls in the hallway, and you gulp while shifting awkwardly on the final stair to your apartment level.
“S-so,” he stutters before clearing his throat, “who’s your roommate?”
“Oh, his name is-” With perfect timing, your new roomie whips open the door to your home and grabs another cardboard box, completely dismissing the existence of the brunet across from him.
“Ushiwaka?!”
***
Your new roommate wasn’t exactly a bundle of fun. And for some reason, whenever he was caught in the hall with Oikawa, the latter would verbally attack him like a rat on a Cheeto. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you had a distant memory of your neighbor complaining about a man like Ushijima. You had both been on your couch, drinking wine and just talking about life when he suddenly grew angry at the memory of a man who “pissed him off like no other.”
In a way, you understood why; they were complete opposites. One was smug and social, while the other was more laid-back and reserved. Fate must have been on your side. Of course your new roommate would be the mortal enemy of the man who had broken your heart. Things were looking up, and it felt good to see Oikawa jealous, no matter how petty it sounded. You were heart-broken. Screw playing nice.
“Hey YN?” Ushijima’s deep voice boomed from within his bedroom. The sudden holler made you jump from where you had been reclining on your couch, binging a new Netflix series.
“Yeah?”
“Can you take out the trash today? I have to get to practice.”
“Sure, I got it.” After hopping off your sofa with a deep sigh, you plugged your nose with one hand and grabbed the trash bag in the kitchen with the other, kicking your way outside and into the hall.
“I’ll see you later snookums!” A feminine tone chimed from behind you.
“Heh, wonderful.” Oikawa. He must have a new lady friend. “Can’t wait, okay byeee!” His words were desperate and rushed as you pivoted to see him ushering a girl with her heels in her hands down the stairs. Wasn’t that… oh what’s her name… Sakura! When she disappears from his sight, he face palms and groans loudly.
“Still having trouble kicking ‘em to the curb?” you snort, rolling your eyes. While you throw your trash down the chute in the hall, Oikawa sighs.
“Umm sort of, actually. I just… I don’t know.” He sounds confused and broken. For some odd reason, you almost want to comfort him. “YN.” A hand drops on your shoulder and urges you to turn around. You do, and regrettably so.
His body language doesn’t show it, but deep in his eyes, there’s an emotion you desired from him weeks ago. No. “Things aren’t the same anymore. And I think I’ve figured out why.”
“No.”
“YN, please just let me explain.”
“No, Tooru!” His name slips from your lips before you can stop it. “You don’t get to do that!” Your heart is racing in an instant and his nostrils flare.
“YN, I love you!”
“I don’t care!”
A painfully long silence follows after your shout. The three words you’ve always wanted to hear from him echo in your head. He loves me. He loves me. Yes, but it didn’t matter. What he’s done… it was unforgivable. Leaving you like every other woman he’s been with. You thought you two were friends, that he wouldn’t treat you like that. But he did, and no matter how he felt now, he had to feel your pain.
“You… don’t care?” His lower lip trembles and his voice cracks. You quirk your mouth nervously and shake your head.
“Oikawa,” you mutter, “if you really loved me, why did you treat me like the rest?”
He stares at you for a while, frozen in shock. The hall grows ten times colder and suddenly it’s hard for you to breathe. You had to get out of there.
Spinning on your heel, you hurry back into your apartment, closing and locking the door just as you felt his fingertips reach and brush your elbow.
“YN! Wait!”
“YN? Are you okay?” Ushijima towers over your form, which had slumped to the ground against the wall. Tears prick your eyes, and you couldn’t remember the last time someone had asked you that question. He meant it too, there was a concern in his gaze you yearned for.
“No,” you croak out, using the door to help you stand with wobbling knees. The wood shivers beneath your hand from the pressure of Oikawa’s knocks. “No, I’m not.”
Desperately, your neighbor's voice still pleads outside, and Ushijima nods. “Okay, I’ll talk to him.” It’s the most words he’s said to you in a day, and they pang your heart.
“Thank you,” you mumble, trudging away from the door and collapsing back onto your couch.
“Of course.”
The door opens behind you, and the lock clicks after it whooshes shut. You hug your knees into your chest and let the tears fall.
He loves me.
“YN please!”
He loves me.
“She doesn’t want to talk to you. Please respect her wishes.”
He loves me.
“Oh, shut up you big oaf. I’m not gonna let you keep her from me! I won’t let you stop me again!”
He loves me.
You breathe out a shaky sigh as the voices finally quiet. Wrapping a blanket around yourself, you fall into a dreamless sleep on the couch, stained cheeks and all.
***
Another week passes. Ushijima has been talking you through the pain, but he’s also made you see reason.
“YN, he can be a pain, but I don’t think you should give up like this.” Was that really what happened? Did you give up?
“Doesn’t he deserve it?”
“Maybe, but I think he might be a person like me. I need time to sort my feelings out about things. Maybe he did too.”
His words shock you to the core. In all the time you’ve been thinking about your own feelings over what happened, Oikawa might’ve only started to understand his own. Okay, you got that. But then why did he sleep with more women afterwards?
“You might be right, but I still need time.”
“Okay.”
In a million years, you never thought a stoic man like Ushijima would become the one to help you understand other people’s minds. He himself seemed aloof, especially when you tried to thank him. “For what?” he would say, “I’m just proposing a theory.” The man didn’t have a single touchy-feely bone in his body, and you began to respect that. It didn’t mean you would confront Oikawa yet, but at least you were getting somewhere.
While you stew over what Ushijima had told you, you hear a racket from in the hall. Ushijima is at practice, so you have to leave the apartment for the first time since last Thursday.
“Hey Shittykawa! Open up!”
There’s a beefy man furiously smacking Oikawa’s door that intimidates the shit out of you. However, you’re obviously not his target, so you lightly set the baseball bat down that you had grabbed for self-defense.
“C’mon Loserkawa! Tell me what’s going on!”
“Umm,” you hesitantly pipe up. “Is everything okay?” While even though it involved your neighbor… you think, you still wondered if something bad was going on. Did something happen to Oikawa? Guilt struck your heart at the thought. Oh God, what if you never got to see him again?
“Yeah, I guess,” Beefcake replies gravely and gestures a thumb at your neighbor’s door. “My friend just hasn’t left his house in a while. Sorry if I disturbed you.”
“It’s okay.” You figure the muscle man has it handled and plan to return to your daily activities of job-searching and wallowing in misery, but he grabs your shoulder suddenly, causing you to flinch.
“Wait!” He looks over his shoulder at Oikawa’s door, then back to you and your apartment. A deduction has been formed. “Are you YN?” Uh oh.
“Umm, yeah? Who’s asking?”
“Well son of a bitch,” he grumbles with a snarl, brandishing a key from his pocket. After sticking it in the lock and shouldering open the door, the man drags you into Oikawa’s apartment, which looks like ground zero. Pillows and clothing are strewn everywhere. There’s a table flipped on its side and empty food containers are littered on the ground here and there. In the middle of it all, curled up in a ball and covered in a blanket is a tear-stained Oikawa. His eyes resemble that of a raccoon as he peels them away from the TV he had been watching from his perch on the couch.
It’s a soap opera… about two roommates falling in love. Holy shit, he’s broken.
“Goddamn, Shittykawa, it smells like someone died in here!” The man who tugged you in here waves his hand to disperse the aromatic funk, only to waft it into your face. You hold back a gag.
“Something did, Iwa.” He makes eye contact with you for a split second before glancing away. “My happiness.”
You can hear your heart break at the jab, but “Iwa” only scoffs.
“You big sissy,” he folds his arms and raises an unimpressed brow. “Just talk to her and fucking get over it. We’ve needed you at practice for a week now.” Iwa places a hand on your back and shoves you forward through the mess. It’s not a hard push, but it’s enough for you to get the idea.
“Call me when you’re done so I can let the team know you’re okay.” Beefcake begins to exit but halts himself with a hand on the door. “Don’t go dark like that ever again, okay Shittykawa? People worry about you, not just your love life. Let us know what’s going on,” he mumbles over his shoulder before disappearing into the hall.
When you turn back around, Oikawa is sniffling and wiping his nose while avoiding your gaze.
“So…” you trail off awkwardly, standing in the middle of his apartment like a clean lighthouse amongst a beach of crap.
“YN, I’m sorry.” Oikawa takes the initiative, but still refuses to look at you. “God, I’m so sorry for what I did. I knew it was a bad idea from the moment I left your bed.” His voice is absolutely ruined. It sounds like every word scrapes past his throat and rubs it raw. He sounds… broken.
You can hear your heartbeat in your ears as you struggle to breathe at a normal volume.
“I just,” he pauses to hide his face in his hands. “I just didn’t know what else to do. With you, yeah it felt different. God, of course it did. It felt amazing. But leaving after was the only thing I knew how to do, no matter what I felt.”
His words raise the hair on your arms, and you slowly walk around the random objects, taking your sweet time before you slump down onto the couch beside him.
“Okay,” you breathe out shakily, eyes also locking on the television. “I get that.” As you chew on the inside of your cheek, you can’t help your gaze straying to his hand. It’s twitching closer and closer to you and you grasp it slowly, interlocking your fingers like long before. His are cold, and in your peripheral vision you can see him smiling at you while you try to warm it up with both hands.
“But look,” you pull your legs up onto the couch and swivel to face him, grabbing his other hand and rubbing it in the process, “I’m gonna need a little time to trust you.”
“That’s okay!” He nods his head frantically and turns to face you as well, copying your position. “I can give you time!”
Your lips twitch at his excitement and you shyly glance down at your hands, but your eyes catch on something. The sweatshirt you got him for Christmas. He’s wearing it. Your breath hitches at the sight and Oikawa grows confused, following your gaze down to his clothing choice as well.
“Oh. Right.” He forces on a smug smirk. “It’s not that bad now that I’ve tried it on- oof.” You don’t hesitate to yank him into a hug across the couch. To be honest, you were surprised he had kept it. You had expected him to toss it just like you had done to his coupon. Although, to be fair, your gift had already been utilized.
With a sigh, you tuck your face into the crook of his neck and drag a hand up into his hair, combing through the tangled strands. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around your back, then seems to gain a little courage as he suddenly squeezes you ten times harder than your ribs can handle. You don’t mind though.
“I’m sorry for what I said, too,” you whisper against his neck, pressing a kiss against his skin simply because of the convenience. “I love you.”
Oikawa freezes in your hold and digs his fingers into your back. “... I love you too.” You sigh happily into his collarbone, pecking his skin more and more as his breathing grows labored.
“YN.” He pulls away just enough that there is a minimal amount of space between your noses. His eyes bore into your own with utter seriousness as he rubs his hands up and down your back calmingly. “I need you to know that after that night, I haven’t been with anyone since.”
Abruptly, you pull away and snap your brows together. “Really?”
“Yes.”
“What about Sakura?”
“Who?” You roll your eyes.
“Sakura! The girl you pushed out of your apartment?” His eyes widen in realization and he leans back slightly.
“Oh crap, you’re right. She was a nutjob!” You scoff.
“So you did have sex with her.”
“No,” he shakes his head and stares deeply into your eyes so you knew he meant it. “I didn’t. She got ahold of me weeks after I stupidly gave her my number in the first place and I had to kick her out of my house after she barged in.”
“Oh really, snookums?” You sneer at him and he only chuckles.
“Yeah, buttnugget,” he smirks and bounces his forehead against yours lightly. “I mean it. She was an absolute whacknut, and I blocked her right after she left.”
“She was carrying her shoes.”
“You think I’m gonna let her track mud into my apartment?” You glance around with a disbelieving look and nod your head.
“Uh yeah.” Oikawa scoffs and gestures around the living room.
“Ok, this,” he points his fingers in emphasis, “was all your doing, sweetheart. Congratulations, you're the second person in the world to break me.”
“Second? Aw man, who beat me?” You snicker as he smacks your thigh, offended. Then his face darkens and your smirk falters at the sight.
“Is something going on between you and Ushiwaka?” The smirk regains its rightful place and you tug on Oikawa’s cheek teasingly.
“Aww, Tooru, are you jealous?” He bats your hand away and pouts at you.
“Of course! That emotionless bastard told me to stay away from you. Also, everybody knows roommates always fall for each other!” Your face scrunches up at the thought.
“Okay, who told you that?” He huffs and points at the TV.
“Sofia and George fell in love after like two weeks of knowing each other! I mean, yeah, he did put her mother in a coma, but that bitch deserved it!” Your eyes grow to the size of saucers at his theory and you don’t hesitate to click the television off before grabbing his hand and tugging him out of the apartment faster than he can say “telenovela.”
“What are you doing?”
“Bringing you back out into the real world, where stepmoms don’t poison their daughter-in-laws over a lost diamond.”
“They don’t?!”
***
The sun is shining, birds are chirping, and once again, thankfully, Oikawa is right by your- oh shit, he’s gone!
“Tooru?!” you call out in a panic, feeling around the empty mattress for any sign of where he may have gone. “Tooru?! You son of a bitch, I swear if you left again, I will kick your ass!”
“YN?” Oikawa peeks his head inside your bedroom, throwing you a confused look. “What are you yelling about?” Oops.
“I thought your bitch-ass left again.” Your husband rolls his eyes at you.
“Seriously, YN? It’s been five years, give it a rest will you?” You only stick out your tongue and roll out of bed before waddling over to him.
“Never.” You smile sweetly and kiss his cheek while he rubs circles on your stomach. With a shake of his head, he lazily returns your grin and lands a large smooch on your forehead before directing you into the kitchen.
“I was making you breakfast by the way.” He sets the plate down in front of you, and it’s a pleasant surprise to notice he’s shirtless and only wearing a “kiss the chef” apron over his glorious six pack. “Pancakes and hot sauce, just like your nasty, pregnancy-craving ass requested.”
“Mmm, delicious.” You rub your pregnant belly and lick your lips hungrily. “Just like baby Ushiwaka wanted.”
“I told you that joke isn't funny, YN!”
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Okay so I just read your Yandere Zuko hc and I loved it!! ATLA was a massive part of my childhood, so I was wondering if I could request Yandere Sokka hc this time?? Thank you!
Yandere Sokka Headcanons
*GIF not mine*
A/N: (This lowkey got a lil 👀 near the end) Ughh yess I just love him??🥺 Thank you for the request bc he needs more recognition honestly. Hope you enjoy! (Also, thank y’all so much for 900 followers!!! akshfklsd)
Word count: 712
Truth be told, the way he fell for you was quite simple-- you laughed at his jokes.
Since then, he chased after you like a cat with a string (but we all know he’s relentless when it comes to something he wants.)
Everyone, including you, thought it was just innocent pining. You were all wrong.
It was so much more.
You were part of the Gaang, and while traveling with them, he would always watch you with a goofy smile on his face.
Katara would try to make fun of him for it like “Ooooh look who’s got a crushhhhhh...”
“Yep.”
No shame, he’s fallen for you hard.
Then one day, he finally gets you.
He saves you from almost getting scorched by a firebender, and in turn takes the burn himself.
You kiss him afterward as a thank you, and that’s when you two become a couple. (Hey, where’d that firebender go...?)
All right, now to the definition of “headcanons.”
Hickeys. Everywhere.
Every patch of skin your clothes leave bare are smothered in his love bites.
“It’s the middle of June, YN, why are you wearing a scarf?”
Sokka hates confrontation unless absolutely necessary. Aka you’re covered in marks and he expects you to know who you belong to as much as everybody else.
This man will always give you 100% of himself.
Like he will drop anything and everything for you.
You want cuddles? Well fuck, guess there’s no dinner tonight.
“Sokka, you were supposed to catch us some fish to eat!!”
“But my baby wanted cuddles!!”
His baby.
He always tells you how beautiful you are. Every few minutes he jumps up in your face and shouts about how he’s so lucky to have you and that he loves you.
He’s not ashamed of his feelings. Rather, he’s very proud he was able to catch get someone like you. He hugs you to his side everywhere you two go and smirks at people who stare
He’s not really one to hurt you. If anything, he’ll blame himself or everyone else. You’re a goddess in his eyes, worthy of being worshiped (only by him, of course.) Hell yeah he’ll get on his knees for you
Sokka is fiercely loyal to you. We’re talkin’ guard dog mode 24/7. As much as he’s learned that you can protect yourself, that doesn’t stop him from beating the absolute shit out of someone who’s tried to hurt you (or even looked at you).
(Body? What body?)
(The Planner™)
While traveling with the Gaang, Sokka will heavily convince you to sleep in his tent.
Umm yeah. You’re the only one who can’t resist his puppy dog eyes💀
So anyways, every night he cuddles you to sleep (Sokka is big spoon always bc he is a MAN) in those tiny ass sleeping bags (zero proximity is key😌)
“Sokka?”
“Hmm?”
“Where the hell is my underwear?”
As we all know, he aspires to be just like his father, so expect him to umm... want children from you.
Call him daddy, I dare you.
Okay, here’s the deal.
You weren’t quite ready to settle down after defeating the Fire Nation. You wanted to explore the world, visit new lands, meet different people!
Sokka was not okay with that.
So naturally, you tried to break things off, but... oop.
I mean, technically it was your fault.
Sokka is an excellent planner (see “guard dog” tings), prepared for every possible situation. Not even your rebellion blindsided him as much as you expected.
So he kidnapped you 🤷♀️
Come on, you really thought he was gonna let you go that easily?
Oh YN
You poor, sweet little thing.
Sokka loves you🥰
He would never let you go back out into the dangerous world all on your own!
Don’t worry, you’ll always be safe in his room, in his own home, where nobody around can hear your silly little calls for help.
(You are going to be an excellent mother to his children☺️)
Can you please do a part 2 of Pumpkin Eater? With a fluffy ending please, this fic broke my heart 😅
Pumpkin Eater (Kuroo x Reader) ~Part 2~ Second Chance
*GIF not mine*
Summary: Last night, your friend sent you pictures of Kuroo with some girl at a random club. Not only was he a liar, but he was also a cheater, and you couldn’t stand to be with him after this.
Part 1
Part 2 (Never Again)
A/N: Hehe, people can’t handle the angst. I get it, I’m the same way. All righty, as per request, here’s part two of Pumpkin Eater! Enjoy!
Word count: 2478
“We were on a break-”
Click.
“Identity theft is not a joke, J-”
Click.
“I broke it. It burnt my hand so I punched it. I predict in ten-”
Click.
The remote was taken from your loose grip and the television turned black.
“YN.”
“Hmm?”
“This needs to stop.”
“What does?”
Your friend sighed at the sight of you huddled deeply in a mountain of blankets. Dark circles hung like bags under your eyes, contrasting wildy with your ghostly pale face. Every muscle in your body ached with the slightest movement, too stiff from staying in one position for… three days? Four?
“You’ve been sitting on my couch and moping for a week.”
Oh, a week.
“You need to get up and move, or at least do something,” Christie groaned, throwing the blankets out of your reach and grabbing your hand. She gave it a gentle squeeze and softened her gaze. “I know it hurts, and it sucks.” Squeeze. “But maybe you should talk to him-”
“I am not talking to him!” you cry out, ripping your hand away and standing on numb legs. “Christie, he cheated on me. There’s no excuse for that!”
Her eyes widened in surprise and she nodded solemnly. “Okay, but let me show you something first.” Before you could ask, she stood and left the living room, disappearing into the hallway leading to the bedrooms.
To a certain degree, she was right. You needed to get back to it. For the past week, it felt like your life had been set on pause. Every restless hour of sleep you got was filled with memories and nightmares mingling in the most stomach-churning way. Each dream was just about identical. It was always Kuroo and some faceless woman, laughing at you and leaving you behind in a mess of tears and shame as they walked away.
You always woke up with a whimper and forced yourself to stay awake after, too afraid to feel that pain again.
Some days… you wondered if he felt the same ache as you. If he felt just as empty and lost. Like a piece of his own body, his own heart was missing. Did he… did he feel the same way?
Suddenly, Christie storms back into the room and drops an object on your lap. A phone. And with closer observation, you realize it’s your phone.
“Now, I am going out tonight and looking for a man at the club. If you want to join me, great. If you don’t…” she sighs and licks her red-shaded lips, “I guess that’s fine too.”
It’s only then you notice she is completely decked out. In a signature little black dress and ruby pumps, she looks ready to knock men out dead. Bronzer sparkles in the brightness of her apartment’s light fixture and mascara makes her eyes bulge in the most baiting way.
You, on the other hand, are a complete mess. You’re wearing a week-old sweatshirt (Kuroo’s), and very loose, tightly cinched sweatpants (also Kuroo’s). Each piece of clothing has an emphasis on the sweat, and the only thing glittering on your face is the sugar from your cinnamon donut, aka yesterday’s breakfast. You felt like a trash can, and you certainly had the appearance to match.
Christie smooths the skin-tight skirt of her dress down as much as possible before taking a seat beside you on the sofa and grabbing your shoulder. After she turns you to face her, she gives you a tight smile and pulls a Cheeto out of your hair, tossing it to the floor with a heavily disguised sneer. “YN, all I ask is that you don’t let this hold you back forever. Just,” she grabs the phone in your lap and presses it into your hand, “read and listen to the messages. Please. For me.”
She waits for your nod before standing up and grabbing her purse. With a flip of her straightened hair, she throws it over her shoulder and gives you a small smirk. “Now I might be coming back home later tonight, or I might not, we’ll see,” she winks. “But if I do, don’t expect us to be silent.” With one last giggle at your disgusted face, she disappears into the hall of her apartment building, slamming and locking the door behind her.
You watch the exit for a couple more seconds before glancing down at your phone. While heaving a sigh, you press the power button and clench your jaw in anticipation.
Shit.
~~~
99+ texts was the symbol on your message app, along with 65 missed calls. 58 of those were from Kuroo, and almost every single one held a voicemail. It was like he was trying to crank up your phone bill just to spite you.
After a much-needed shower, you were working your way through every one of them, listening and deleting in an incessant pattern. You rubbed the towel through your damp locks, drying them before trying to run a brush through it in a failed attempt at looking tamed. In the meantime, a message played in the background. Kuroo’s voice crackled through the speakers in a broken tone.
“YN… Kitten… I need you back-”
“Voicemail deleted.”
“Hey, it’s me again. Look, please call me back-”
“Voicemail deleted.”
“YN, I don’t care if I have to call you a million times, I’m going to win you back. I love you so much more than you realize. And I’m not gonna stop until you’re in my arms again Kitten. We’re meant to be-”
“Voicemail deleted.” You pulled your trembling finger away from the screen and choked back a sob. The brush clattered to the floor as you snapped up the phone and hugged it to your chest.
You shouldn’t have- Goddamnit!- you should not have let the message run on for that long. But it was just so nice to hear his voice claim that he loved you again. Loved you still.
But that’s all it was. A claim.
“Goddamnit,” you hiss under your breath, clenching your eyes closed as tears trickled down your cheeks. At a slow pace, you mosey your way out of the bathroom, dropping back onto the sofa and crying out the pain.
You wish it was as easy to get over some as they say, but the fact is that it’s not. You loved him, and-
Knock knock.
Shit, she’s back already?! You scrambled to your feet and tightened your robe around your bare form, approaching the door swiftly. You definitely did not want to stick around if Christie had brought home a male companion. That would just be… ick.
Knock knock. The person slammed their fist against the door harder this round, and you yelled back, “I’m coming, I’m coming.”
Whipping it open, you instantly slammed it shut once more at the sight.
Kuroo.
“YN!”
“Nope,” you shook your head, “fuck that.”
His fist bangs against the door once again, almost knocking it off its hinges.
“YN! Please let me see you!”
His voice sounded raw, like it was scraping past his throat with every syllable. You assumed yours sounded the same.
“Just open the door!”
“No!” you screamed back, evidently shocking Kuroo into silence. You stood in anticipation, waiting with your arms crossed for another retort, another plea. But nothing came.
Noises shifted outside in the hall, and you saw shadows moving under the door before the light was snuffed out completely. Kuroo’s back and skull made contact with the wood, echoing a dull thud as he settled into a seat on the floor directly outside the apartment.
“YN, please,” he muttered, quieter this time. As much as you hated him, you hated the sound of him sad even more. Seeing his presence today just reminded you that love doesn’t fade away after a relationship ends. At least not instantly.
You slumped to the carpeted floor too, sniffling and hugging your knees to your chest as you watched the entrance. Distractedly, you petted the fluffy fabric of your pure white robe as you waited. For what, you weren’t exactly sure.
Minutes passed, and all you could hear was the occasional snivel out in the hall. Your heart panged at how close he was. All your pain, all your suffering could be cured by a simple embrace of Kuroo’s. Your body and mind knew this, but your emotions refused to falter.
“Kuroo-”
“Tetsurou,” he corrected tightly.
You sighed deeply and continued, ignoring the swift beating of your heart. “Why did you do it?”
A long pause left you dropping your chin down to your knees, and Kuroo cleared his throat before responding in a croaky voice. “I… I don’t really know. I was wasted, and I should’ve never drank that much. And she looked like you. And I- God, I was an idiot. But she was nothing to me, meant nothing to me.” His head banged against the barrier before he kept going.
“YN, you need to know you’re the love of my life. You’re,” he huffed out a breath, and you could hear him adjust his position on the floor. “You’re it for me. I can’t function without you. For the last week, I haven’t slept more than an hour, or eaten or anything. I just… please, I need you by my side.”
Not in a million years would you ever admit it, but you felt the same. Like you needed him to think straight, to help you focus, to keep you grounded. He was the one for you too. You just didn’t understand why he did what he did.
“I don’t know if I can trust you again.” You struggled to keep your words steady, and dug your fingernails into your knees when they cracked up at the end.
“I’ll work to gain back your trust, YN, God I swear I will. I just need you to give me another chance. I’ll never hurt you again, ever.”
Tears streamed down your cheeks, but you pushed yourself up to your feet and approached the door anyway. It was the only wall you had left between you and him. He had broken down every other, and this was your last layer of protection.
With your hand on the doorknob, you hesitated to open it. You didn’t want to be hurt again. Never. You never thought he would betray you like that. You thought he loved you just as much as you loved him. You couldn’t even think about being with another man.
So that’s why you pulled your hand away.
~~~
Four hours had gone by. You figured Kuroo had gone home a while ago, and you had settled onto the couch, forcing yourself to laugh at a comedian’s stand up just to feel better. A hot chocolate steamed in your hand as you curled up in a blanket, trying to erase the pain in your heart.
Footsteps clicked outside. Stilettos. Then whispers occurred. You sighed at the inevitability of getting kicked out so Christie could get it on with her new friend, but then she knocked.
“Hey YN, you mind getting the door for me?” Her voice didn’t slur in the slightest. In fact, she didn’t even sound buzzed. Shaking away your suspicion, you rose and opened it for her, keeping your gaze locked on the television to wait for the comedian’s punchline.
“Christie, did you even drink while-” You were cut off by the feeling of someone’s long, strong arms embracing you.
The sensation was too familiar to be her. It was tight and warm and loving and comforting. It sprung tears in your eyes and washed a wave of uncontrolled contentment over you.
“Kuroo,” you choked out. Said man’s arms tightened around you.
“Don’t,” he whispered, his low volume muffled against your neck. “Please don’t call me that.”
“Tetsurou,” you breathe out, “you were out there that whole time?”
He chuckled bitterly and brushed his lips over your bare shoulder. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much. I would do anything for you.”
You snorted lightly into his own shoulder, running your hands up and down his back comfortingly. You enjoyed the feeling of him. You missed it. “I love you too.” Lips curling into a grin, Kuroo leaned back and began to pepper your face in kisses at the words. Then his hands crept up to the back of your head and tugged you closer, slamming you against him in a passionate kiss.
You both moaned at the feeling. It had been too long, way too long since you had been with each other.
When a loud clearing of a throat sounded, you pulled away, giggling when Kuroo tried to follow you. Your forehead pressed against his and you both stared deeply into each other’s eyes, watching with adoring gazes.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too.”
“Yeah, that’s great and all,” Christie chimed in, “but can y’all move in together again? YN, I don’t know if you noticed, but you made my place look like a rat’s nest.” You snapped away from Kuroo in a split second and glanced around the room. You finally had enough clarity to take in your surroundings and- shit- she was right.
Blankets and wrappers and clothing were thrown haphazardly around the room. With a nervous giggle, you shrugged and gestured to the sight. “Umm, sorry?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Christie scoffs with a smile before tossing you your backpack. “Just get outta my sight, lovebirds.”
Kuroo unraveled himself from you and intertwined his hand with yours. “She’s right,” he mutters, nuzzling his nose against your ear. “Let’s go home.”
You nodded and gave Christie a grateful nod before waving goodbye.
In minutes, you were downstairs and outside, walking home in the chilly, midnight air.
“Shit, it’s cold out,” you whined, huddling closer to Kuroo’s side.
“Maybe it’s cause you’re only in a robe,” he snickers. Your eyes widen in realization before you glance down and shriek.
“Shit,” you swivel around and lock your eyes on the apartment building, “we gotta go back to Christie’s!”
An arm winds around your waist and halts you mid-journey, tugging you closer to a nice source of heat. “Oh hell no,” Kuroo shakes his head before throwing a hand under your knees. In one swift movement, you’re up off the ground, being carried bridal style in the opposite direction. “We’re going home. I finally have you back, and I’m not gonna spend another second without you in my arms.”
You are literally an amazing writer!!
Thank you so much, you're so sweet!! I'm so glad you like my work! (I promise I'm trying to get better so just u wait!!)
Would you be interested in writing about something with Garou and a werewolf?
definitely depends on the prompt/idea, but i'd for sure consider it. My only concern is that w Garou i like using a reader without powers bc writing as though the reader is on even ground w Garou power-wise feels unrealistic and a little unappealing for me. I've done it once before, but now that the manga has moved on to show he's turning into a really powerful character, i'd hate to start dropping mary sues all over the place
if the idea of a possessive werewolf!garou x innocent human!reader aint the hottest thing i've heard of in a while tho👀
*not a request* I JUST READ YOUR GAROU FLUFFS AND OH MY GOD THEY ARE SO GOOD!!!!! YOU'RE SO TALENTED!!! I LOVE YOUR WORK 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
Akxbskncksnw thank you so much!! I’m so glad u like them🥺💜
Ngl I’m at that point of being a *writer* where all I can do is look back at my old work and c r i n g e🥴
hello! I read your reborn series and I'm in love with it, the plot and story is just immaculate. if it isn't too much, can you add me in your taglist? thank you!
Of course! Thank you so much, and I’m glad you’re liking it!🤗💜
Do you think you can do yandere Tomura and yandere Dabi who had to tell their darling to run because they had to fight and when they find their darling they think they tried to run away from them only to be wrong when their darling hugs them crying because they had got lost and grew scared of being away from them
He Tells You to Run During His Fight and You Get Lost (Yandere BNHA Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
Bakugou, Shinsou, and Todoroki Version
A/N: Yes yes yes! I LOVE writing yanderes! Especially this kind of angsty/petty shit. It hits me in my feels y’all. Anyways, I sincerely hope you like it!
Word count: 1075
Shigaraki Tomura:
The heroes-- those fucking heroes!-- they found the lair.
He didn’t want you to get caught. He didn’t want them to steal you from him, so he told you to run.
You were so scared.
“RUN!”
You did.
But… where were you now?
He had barely escaped the fight with his life and now all he needed was you, but you were nowhere to be seen.
Shigaraki was pissed, constantly scratching his neck and mumbling your name while he searched the streets nearby.
But he was scared too.
He thought he was finally getting to you! Just recently, you had finally responded to one of his kisses, so how could you abandon him now?
Oh, you were so going to be punished after this.
“YN! WHERE ARE YOU!”
But there’s no response. The streets are empty at the sight of a man covered in disembodied hands and blood. Not even the slightest scuffle assisted him in finding you.
Hours passed without a sign, and Shigaraki’s heart grew more and more pained.
How… how could you?
“Tomura?!”
His name is called in the distance, barely audible, but in the most heavenly voice.
“YN!”
“TOMURA!”
You sounded so scared. You should be.
When he finally caught sight of you, you were already sprinting toward him at full speed.
Rage filled his chest.
“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING- oof.”
Suddenly he’s tackled into a hug, with your arms wrapped tightly around his neck. You squeeze him so close, afraid he might slip away and be lost forever if you let go.
You! You were-... you were... hugging him?
Oh.
His arms fumble to wrap around your waist and he hugs you. A relieved sigh falls from his lips.
Oh.
God, he loved you so much.
“My sweet darling, are you okay?”
“I thought I lost you…” you mumble against his chest, sniveling voice muffled.
His heart beamed at the words, and he runs comforting hands up and down your back to soothe your shaking.
“Never.” He pressed a dry kiss to your scalp. “I’m not letting you go ever again. I promise.”
You both stand in the middle of the street for a moment longer, Shigaraki grinning and you trying to slow your tears.
When your body seems to calm in his grip, he leans back and scans your beautiful form up and down.
“Now let’s go home, love.”
“Okay… and Tomura?”
God, he loves the way you say his name.
“Yes?”
“Thank you.” His heart flutters.
Oh no, you were never leaving the house again. Shigaraki could never let you go after this. You were his. He would be the only one to hold you ever again.
“Of course, darling.”
Dabi:
It was the first day he had finally let you out of his home.
He had taken you on a “date” of sorts, going up deep into the woods to watch the stars. It was far enough away that no one could hear your screams if you tried to get away.
Thank God you didn’t.
In fact, you seemed almost happy, holding his hand and swinging it back and forth as you both traveled home. He couldn’t help but smirk at the smile on your face.
The peaceful night was ruined when a hero recognized him. A battle was on, and Dabi was forced to let you go.
“YN, run!”
“B-but I-”
“RUN!”
He loved a good listener, and he loved you even more, but he couldn’t afford to let someone take you away.
You disappeared into the night, dashing away as he’d ordered. Good girl.
The hero, if you could even call him that at this point, was burnt to a smoking crisp in minutes, because how dare he ruin Dabi’s first date with you?
But… where did you go?
The stitched man wasn’t sure where you had gone, even after searching for however many hours. It was like you had disappeared without a trace.
Surely you didn’t… leave, did you? No. No, you would never.
Another hour passed.
YOU BITCH!
“YN WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!”
Blue flames licked at his palms as he charged down the street, eyes darting back and forth.
“I WILL FIND YOU!”
“Dabi?”
A meek whisper sounded from the dead-end alley across the street.
“Dabi?” Just a tad louder, your fearful voice mumbled his name, but he stayed silent.
He could hear the blood pumping in his ears. Fury settled in the pit of his stomach, and he wanted to pounce on you so bad.
But he wouldn’t. No, he wouldn’t.
He would much rather you come to your predator like a lamb to the slaughter.
Blue eyes glowing in the light of his flames, he narrows his gaze and skims the murky street for even the slightest movement. Then your head pops up from behind a dumpster.
“Dabi!” your voice shouts in… relief?
Dabi’s fingers itch to wrap around your throat, but the urge falters when you cry out in joy, standing up fully and dashing towards the confused man.
“Wha…?”
Any air he had gathered is forced out of his chest when you shove his blazing hands away and trap him in your arms.
“YN-”
“I was so scared when I couldn’t find you!” You whimper against his chest, leaving his mind a muddled mess. “I thought- hiccup- I thought that hero killed you and started coming after me.”
The rest of your words grow into a panicked rambling as you break down against him, hands gripping his upper back tighter and tighter with every gasping breath you take.
You were so terrified, trembling and shivering and crying. It was so beautiful.
A sly grin works its way onto Dabi’s face and he sneaks a hand up to brush through your hair.
“Shh. Shh. You’re okay now.”
You were so perfect.
“It’s all gonna be okay.”
God, he loved you so much.
“Nobody’s ever going to take you from me.”
“Promise?”
Oh fuck.
You were such a good girl, so obedient.
Dabi’s fingers twitch while combing through your hair, tangling deeper into the strands. Then his other arm encircles your hips and stiffens like solid metal.
Dabi simpers finally, pressing his upturned lips to your cheek.
“Oh, I promise, darling. I swear my life to it.”
Break Up Prank (Haikyuu!! Fake Texts)
(Captain Version) Part 1
A/N: okay so Kita doesn’t have any screen time either wtf. And nobody told me that fake texts were so damn fun to make😔 A knee ways, enjoy!
Oikawa, Kuroo, Terushima
Yandere KageHina x Reader (Haikyuu!! Headcanons)
*GIFs not mine*
A/N: Just the one, but I really wanna do more for other pairs like Daichi-Sugawara and such. Not really sure how I feel about this one in general, but I hope y’all like it!
Word count: 1157
Hinata Shouyou and Kageyama Tobio:
With ease, these two take up all your attention.
One minute, Hinata’s trying to show you his improving math grades, and the next, Kageyama’s trying to show off his power serves.
Neither one leaves you alone for long but as soon as they come together on you, everything turns into a zoo. Kageyama’s shyly holding your hand, purely for the peer pressure of Hinata draping his entire arm around your waist.
Let’s face it--you’re just another contest between them.
However, as soon as a new boy even looks like he’s trying to come into the picture, they’re gonna scare him away. (This is one of the few times they work together for a common goal--how sweet!)
Hinata will try his best to politely ask the man to leave you alone… but that doesn’t work. So now it’s Kageyama’s turn.
He glares. And then he glares some more.
All silence. Just glares.
And then the boy never bothers you again! Really, it’s that easy.
They’ll never kidnap you unless absolutely necessary, but that really never happens considering they’re already the only men in your life.
Kageyama’s terribly awkward in showing his affection to you, but Hinata is the complete opposite. The shorter has no shame in tackling you in a hug, while the taller most definitely is terrified of even brushing the hair from your face.
But Hinata has much to learn too. While Kageyama understands your desire to not stand out, Hinata just loves to show you off to the world!
This includes kisses (bordering on making out) in the middle of class--a huge no-go for you.
All it takes is one “You know she hates that, dumbass!” and Hinata’s learned his lesson, but he’s still antsy to show you off.
To volleyball games, your attendance is mandatory. Some days they wouldn’t even dare to play if you weren’t there to watch.
They love to see you cheer for them, no matter how much it makes Kageyama blush while Hinata jumps up and down. One successful quick attack and both boys’ gazes search the crowd for you, finding home and waiting for your approval like a pair of puppies.
They’re such good boys.
However, this totally presents a problem the minute you all graduate high school.
It would be a lie to say they completely hated sharing, but there was still a small rivalry of who would get you once the inevitable split happened.
Whose games would you go to more? Who would you live with? How would the other have to compensate?
You didn’t want to leave them either. After all, it’d been three years. In that amount of time, there was no way their love was still completely unrequited.
A compromise was met.
You lived in an apartment in a city exactly halfway between both boys’ teams. They paid for your living expenses--because of course they loved to spoil you--while you went to the local college. It was perfect!
Until it wasn’t.
There was a boy.
In one of your classes.
He was nice. Too nice.
But he wasn’t the only one.
Suddenly you had friend groups you were hanging out with, people who had no idea what you liked or what to keep you away from.
When Hinata and Kageyama agreed to meet you one Friday night at your apartment and you weren’t home, that was the last straw.
Clearly you couldn’t be trusted on your own. Clearly, you didn’t deserve that freedom.
And then they found you, smiling, chatting, laughing with what could only be described as undeserving scum, Hinata and Kageyama snapped.
“Please don’t!”
“It’s for your own good, YN. You didn’t listen to us!” Normally, Hinata couldn’t bear to see you cry without shedding a few tears of his own, but tonight his eyes were dry. His face was still sad though as he handcuffed you to Kageyama’s bed.
Kageyama enters the room, a suitcase in each hand. “Here,” he hands one to Hinata. “This one stays at your house while I keep this one here.”
The new plan: you were to be locked up in one of their homes, switching every week.
Hinata accepted the bag with a nod, tossing one last glance at your crying form.
“YN.” He couldn’t resist, brushing the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs. Hinata cringed in sadness at the way you flinched away from his touch, but he didn’t mention it. “Please. You know I hate to see you cry. Look at it this way,” he forced a smile, caressing the skin underlying your cuffs, “now you don’t have to wait for one of us to come to you, because we’ll always be here. And if you want to see the other, we can FaceTime!”
Kageyama clenched his jaw at the scene, wishing he didn’t have to keep you locked up just to keep you in his apartment.
But he knew it was for your own good.
Finally, when Hinata couldn’t take anymore of your crying face, he rose from his crouch at your side with a whimper and made his way to Kageyama standing in the doorway.
“Remind her that I love her every day.”
“Okay.”
“And that she can always call if she needs to.”
“Okay.”
“And don’t forget that she’s almost on her-”
“I know that, dumbass, you don’t think I have that marked on my calendar?”
“I was just saying, Kageyama!”
“Whatever.”
And with that, Hinata left with a suitcase of half of your possessions in hand.
Kageyama sat by your side on his bed the minute his front door closed, one of his hands reaching up to brush through your hair. “You understand why we needed to do this, right?”
You couldn’t hold his blue gaze for long before more tears sprung to your eyes. “Please…”
Kageyama shook his head, dropping his hand to cup your cheek. “It’ll be like this for a while. At least… at least until we can trust you again. All right?”
When he saw your bottom lip begin to quiver once more, he knew reasoning with you was pointless. Even though he’d known you for years, handling your emotions was still foreign to him.
Hinata was so much better at that stuff.
Kageyama huffed and rose to his feet, pressing a hesitant kiss to your forehead before moving to the suitcase sitting on the floor. “I’ll help you unpack, and tomorrow maybe you can come with me to practice if you’re good, okay?”
Kageyama and Hinata were always going to struggle with sharing you, but it was an issue they were willing to work through. After all, they shared one common goal: keeping you by their sides.
Reborn (Bokuto/Akaashi x Reader) ~Chapter 5~
(Supernatural/Soulmate AU)
*GIF not mine*
Summary: How do normal people react when they get kidnapped by a vampire and a wizard claiming to be their soulmates? Because you try to choke them out with their own breakfasts. But maybe that’s just you.
A/N: Bro. Bro. Bro. Okay, so y’all are either gonna love me or hate me for the end, but that’s okay. I’m really sorry I haven’t updated in a while, but I promise the story is gettin’ good! Once again, I hate to use this excuse, but life has gotten surprisingly hectic in the last week, so I hope you’ll excuse my lack of updating. Nonetheless, please enjoy!
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Word count: 4364
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.”
When you were younger, you used to play at your neighborhood park with another boy around your age. His name was Kenma, and he was one of your first friends. And right now, the man currently unlocking the cuffs around your wrists looked like his spitting image, just a decade older.
“Give us some privacy, Kenma.” Well damn.
The blond man only nodded in acknowledgment and left the room. It looked a lot like your bedroom back at Akaashi and Bokuto’s house. There was a large bed up against one wall, and you currently sat on it while Kuroo pulled up an armchair in front of you. A chandelier hung from the high ceilings, and it buzzed with artificial light. The only art in the room was ancient and weathered, depicting either roses or oceanic views among the cream-colored walls. The remaining furniture was a simple, carved wooden closet across from the bathroom’s entrance, and a long, velvet sofa opposite a mounted television.
The only difference was the atmosphere. It wasn’t friendly or loving, no matter how many times Kuroo smiled reassuringly at you. At a certain point, you lost your patience.
“Go to college, they said,” you lean back on your hands and sneer at the man. “You’ll be fine, they said. You won’t get kidnapped twice in the same fucking year, they said!”
“Language.”
“ENGLISH!”
Kuroo chuckled, less than impressed with your manic temper. You could tell he wanted to sit closer to you, but he respected your space. Every few seconds, his eyes would fall to the empty space on the mattress next to you, but they would flick back up to yours just as fast. His arms stayed glued to those of his chair to keep him in place.
“You need to calm down.”
“I don’t need to do shit,” you snarled. “Once again, I’m locked up in another…” you waved your arms around wildly, “ancient, supernatural freak’s mansion, which I don’t even know how you guys can even afford this shit!”
The black-haired man raised his brow and pressed himself deeper into his seat. “I was the king of an entire kingdom, you know.”
“Yeah, like a thousand years ago,” you nodded, lip curled back in vexation. “What, did you pay with doubloons, or with gold coins?”
He only snickers and shakes his head, leaning forward while you tilt back on your palms. Your legs still hang off the edge of the bed, though, and Kuroo seems about two seconds away from fondling your kneecaps. “Kitten, you don’t have to be afraid of me-”
“Thanks, kidnapper.”
“-because I won’t treat you like they did.” Your nostrils flare at this. He was talking about Bokuto and Akaashi; he had to be….
Were they okay?
“Are they…” you trail off and clear your throat. The skin of your thighs seemed very interesting at the moment. “... Did you hurt them?”
“They don’t matter right now, Kitten.”
“Of course they do!” You rear back and narrow your eyes at him in an instant. “What did you do to them?!”
“They abducted you and held you in a cage for months, YN!” Kuroo finally snaps, his teeth baring with his desperate tone. “I won’t treat you like they did.” Your speed didn’t matter. He still managed to snatch your hands in his and hold them in a death grip. Thumbs ran over your knuckles in what was hoped to be comforting, but actually ran a chill up your spine. “You’re not some prisoner to me.”
His touch, it felt so wrong. Unlike the wizard, it wasn’t gentle and calming. Unlike the vampire, it wasn’t adoring and playful. It was… you didn’t know the word, but you did know it was just plain wrong. But his words… were they right? You mulled them over for a minute, but a million memories, emotions, feelings, they all crashed against his one argument in an overpowering wave.
“No,” you drop your face and set your jaw. “I wasn’t a prisoner to them.”
“Months, YN,” Kuroo sighs, “you sat in a cell for months.”
“They had to!”
“Why?” His voice lowers and he gazes deep into your eyes. The intensity makes you shift and squeeze his hands subconsciously.
“I-I don’t-” you stutter for an answer, but come up empty. You’re at a loss. Lower lip trembling, your eyes dart around the room as you scour your brain for anything. They said they loved you. Cared for you. Would never hurt you.
So then why was I trapped in a cell like that?
Your eyelids lowered in defeat, and you let out a shaky sigh.
Kuroo was a smart man. He knew when a battle was won.
A small shuffle signals his movement, and the comforter under you dips with the weight of a second presence. Only one of your hands has been let go; the other has intertwined with his and adjusted to his change in position. You were cold and abandoned; your thoughts left you feeling cheated.
Why did they hold me in a cell like that? You were only a young college student. You couldn’t have harmed them.
But they were so kind yesterday! So loving and wonderful and-and….
They were your soulmates. The mark on your wrist, on the wrist Kuroo brushed against, told you so. Every mental image of them left you feeling fuzzy and warm.
But thinking about how they had held you like that? They shouldn’t have treated me like that. If they loved me, that wouldn’t have treated me like that. Like an-
“Like an animal.” Kuroo’s smug voice interrupts your downward spiral, but when he turns to face you, he is the spitting image of utter sincerity. A large palm cups your cheek, and in your scrambled state, you lean into it, yearning for some form of comfort. No matter how wrong it felt.
“YN,” he continues, “I saved you. You needed to be saved from them.”
No I didn’t. They were so kind and gentle with me. They never tried to hurt me on purpose, or lie to me. Everything they did, they did so they could keep me around. Because they-
“I love you.” Kuroo himself seems surprised at the admission, but he gulps and keeps going. “I have loved you for centuries, and I would do anything to keep you safe.” His fingertips run along the side of your face and push a strand of hair behind your ear. His hazel orbs, round ponds akin to pure gold, are so enchanting. You find yourself lost, willingly. Because losing yourself in someone else felt a lot better than crumpling deep inside on your own, wondering if you ever should have fallen in love with them.
Was that how fragile the love between the three of you was? So easily undermined by a black cat with an arrogant smile? Of course not.
“No.” Your heart swelled up to your throat, and your eyes slipped down to the mark. The spiral of three arms. And not a single one of them were disconnected. The bond between you and the others was something that should never be underestimated. Akaashi had told you that.
“Excuse me?” Kuroo draws back, his hand hovering over your flushed cheek with surprise.
They loved you too. They would do anything to keep you safe too. You just had to trust them. Bokuto had told you that.
“They’re here,” you hissed, narrowing your eyes. “Bring me to them.”
The cat’s gaze hardens, and the proud look falls from his face. “YN, I’ll let you leave the house. I won’t treat you like an animal. I won’t lock you away!”
“I don’t care!” you shout, snapping up on your feet and towering over him. “Show me where they are!”
“No!” “Why not?!”
“Because you don’t need to see them!” He rises as well, and his more intimidating presence almost makes you falter.
Almost. Your gut tells you to not back down. To fight.
To find them.
“Yes I do, Kuroo,” you snarl, standing your ground when he stomps a foot closer. Hot breaths puff against your face angrily, and you flare your nostrils in defense.
“Let them go, YN!”
“No!”
“Just give up on them!”
“Never! Bring me to them!”
The banter continues for a while. You won’t take no for an answer, and neither will he. Your face grows redder and redder as time passes, and Kuroo’s pupils slim into feline-like slivers.
Then finally, his patience slips. With four swift strides on his long legs, he makes his way to your bedroom exit, whipping open the door.
In one last turn of his head, he mutters three words that break your heart.
“I killed them.”
~~~
Bokuto is a fighter. He stays headstrong in his ways, loves to the max, and never falters in his beliefs. You could always depend on him to cheer you up, or encourage you. On days where you felt down, he would always sit by your side on the sofa and watch a sappy sitcom with you. He is your sun.
Or he was.
Akaashi was almost the polar opposite. While he wasn’t the best to confide in for comfort, he was always willing to help. The wizard was selfless, almost like a mother. If you wanted to learn how to cook, he would oversee every move you made and provide small tips. He kept you safe when you were less than careful, and showed his love more through actions rather than words. He is your rock.
Or he was.
You didn’t truly know how much time had passed since Kuroo had broken the news. Much like when you had first met your soulmates, you felt trapped. The bed-headed man had given you free reign to the world. Your door was unlocked, and you could leave at any moment. But you didn’t.
No, instead you wallowed in self pity. What could have been would now never be. You didn’t want to believe it. Your gut told you so. But the fact was that Kuroo had spat those words with complete and utter hatred. Hatred… and honesty. An angry man will say anything to feel better about himself, but the next day, when Kuroo re-entered your room, he spoke a truth you couldn’t deny.
“What purpose would I have for keeping them alive?”
Those words struck your heart worse than the first time you had to face his facts. Before, you could hold onto the small sliver of hope you had. He could’ve been lying through the pain.
But now? Now, there was no hope.
Poison coated your tongue. You didn’t want to eat, no matter how much your stomach begged. A constant ache settled in your chest. You didn’t know how to solve it, and you didn’t know how to move past it. Could you?
Every hour that passed, you huddled deeper into your cocoon of self-deprecation. You shouldn’t have doubted them before. You should have loved them better before you lost them. You should have-
“All right, YN. It’s time to stop moping.” Your door slammed open, and surprise surprise, in walked Kuroo. Under one arm, he lugged a pile of clothes. In the other, he balanced a tray of pancakes and other morning delicacies. The meal, no matter how ordinary, still made your eyes water.
He plops the food right down on your lap just as you peek out and hiss, “You have no right to tell me what to do.”
“Don’t test me, Kitten.” A playful glint his eyes previously held darkens. The outfit in his grasp also falls onto the bed, directly on your toes. It’s the same kind of clothing you would wear to your college, scrambling around campus and fumbling with your homework.
That felt like so long ago. You had almost forgotten you lived a normal life. You used to be human.
“We’re going back to school!” The words leave you frozen in shock, and you snap your head up to face him.
“What?! Why?!” Kuroo sniggers and pats the top of your head patronizingly.
“You’ve missed so many assignments, Kitten. But don’t worry, I’ll catch you up. I was very attentive while you were away.”
~~~
It’s harsh to be thrown back into the real world after feeling like your own has broken apart. Nobody around you knew what you had been through. They didn’t know you’d loved. They didn’t know you’d lost. All they knew was that you were back and alive.
Your old, fellow students surround you like fans with a backstage pass. Someone even snapped a photo of you.
Well, of you and Kuroo. He hadn’t left your side once since popping into your “new” bedroom approximately forty minutes ago. You had always assumed both your soulmates and Kuroo had their mansions (rich bastards) miles and miles away from Tokyo, when in fact it was only about a ten-minute drive. They didn’t seem to be too worried about being found by the authorities any time soon.
Or, at least Kuroo didn’t.
The sheer volume of people around you was intimidating, and you couldn’t help but default into Kuroo’s form. Claustrophobia. Wonderful, just another perk from your kidnappings you couldn’t wait to test out in society.
So far, it was a trainwreck.
Your heart hadn’t stopped hurting, but the heat gathering around you made its pace quicken. Every chatter among the crowd pecked your ears, and you struggled to contain the occasional whimper.
A few faces you recognized among the group, but none that seemed to care about your well being. Instead, they were all excited.
“Where have you been?”
“How was your vacation?”
“Did you really leave with Mr. Akaashi and return with Kuroo? Ugh, slut.”
The name leaves your mind in shambles. Not once had you heard it aloud since… well, you didn’t really know. But as soon as it fell from that girl’s… Sakura’s lips, you couldn’t think straight.
With one arm wound through Kuroo’s, you gripped his bicep harshly in warning. Get me out of here, your eyes pleaded. The black-haired man dropped his attention to you and nodded in understanding.
Sadly, his definition of escape was much different from yours. While you would’ve preferred his house or, if you could be picky, Paris, Kuroo was much more realistic. “Escape” was up twenty in-classroom steps and placed in your old seats.
As you settled down behind the desks, the cat stayed by your side, constantly brushing up against you when given the chance. You could breathe up here, but barely. The fluorescent lights buzzing in the ceiling grew less and less blurry, so you counted it as a small win for now.
In your seat, you laid out all the necessary tools for learning. Pencils, pens, scratch paper and a notebook, all neatly organized and generously provided by your new kidnapper haphazardly in a backpack just before stepping into the classroom. Their perfect placements felt like the only thing you could control right now, so you moved them around with trembling hands.
A smooth tune whistled behind you while you fondled your number two pencils. Then a heavy weight fell on your shoulders. Literally, of course. Kuroo’s hand massaged the skin of your upper arm, thankfully protected by thick sweatshirt material, and he grinned when you threw him a glare.
“Don’t worry, darling, I’ll keep you safe.”
An involuntary gasp slips between your lips. No. No! How fucking dare he?! Without a second thought, you grab his bicep and rip his arm away from you, leaving a trail of red lines in your nails’ wakes.
“Don’t call me that.” All emotion has slipped from your face, but the tone in your voice speaks volumes. It’s hard and stiff and angry and loud. And he had no right to throw that shit in your face.
Your pupils hesitantly glance back at the outburst, but Kuroo is unfazed. His eyes flicker with something, but it’s gone before you can gather the will to identify it.
The classroom door opens and closes, and you suck in a breath at Akaashi’s substitute. He’s about ninety years young, wearing corduroy pants attached to suspenders that strap him into his crisp, button-down shirt. There’s not a wrinkle in sight, but every two minutes he pushes up his glasses and smacks his lips together.
“I think he’s just trying to keep in his dentures,” Kuroo whispers in your ear.
The old you would have snickered, maybe even added to it. You still could. After all, his lenses were thicker than you would ever be. But you couldn’t muster the energy to speak.
Because you just… you couldn’t stop picturing him up there. Back when you were just his student. You could’ve noticed his lasting glances, his gaze staying on you for just a second too long. The quirk of his lips anytime you finally found the courage to raise your hand, to answer his question.
Suddenly, your chair grows ten times stiffer. You can’t stop licking your cracked lips with your dry tongue. Your fists curl and uncurl against your tense thighs, and your knees bounce against the desktop.
It’s so hot in here. You feel like you’re on fire, but you don’t want to try and get out of the sweatshirt. You want to stay hidden.
If they were here, they would know what was happening. They would sense it, and they would help me.
But they could never be there anymore.
Your breathing quickens and shakes. Sweat dribbles down your temple as an ache focuses directly behind your forehead.
Bokuto would notice right away, and give me a comforting hug. Akaashi would hold my hand, and not hesitate to take me home.
But they couldn’t save you right now. They were gone.
Oh God.
Oh God.
They’re gone.
You can feel sweat festering everywhere. Even your palms clam up enough to secrete liquid. Is that even normal?
Kuroo relaxes in the seat next to you. The occasional pink bubble appears between his lips and pops noisily before chomping back into his mouth. His eyes are dull and bored as he zones out.
Your own are locked on the front of the classroom, twitching and darting around.
He should be up there. They should be by my side. But they aren’t. They’re gone.
You can’t stand it. You needed to get out of there. In a dead panic, you snatch up all the utensils on your desk, scaring the life out of the cat beside you. The scrambling is quiet enough to leave the rest of the students undisturbed, but Kuroo snaps straight up and hovers his hands over your frantic arms.
“Are you okay?”
Your cheeks feel green, and your throat seizes up. After everything seems to be carelessly crammed into the small backpack, you finally take one deep breath and zip it closed. Then you turn to face him with begging eyes. “Please take me home.”
You weren’t prepared for this. You weren’t ready to be shoved back into the outside world. Just five days ago, you were happy and in love. And now, you were broken and in pain.
Kuroo complies with ease, his eyes glowing in delight. “Anything for you.”
His response accompanies a smirk, something you would never hope to see in your state. It’s devious and cruel, and you feel tortured like a plaything. The words themselves break your heart. You wished they were in another voice, falling from another’s lips.
But they weren’t.
~~~
Kuroo has no chance to get another word in as you aimlessly sprint to your room. You just barely remember your way back from this morning, but after twenty minutes of a headless chicken imitation, you finally find your way.
The room is colder and emptier than you remember somehow, and its unfamiliarity breaks your walls. Tears trail down your cheeks as the door clicks to a close behind you. With stumbling footsteps, you kick off your tennis shoes and crawl into the bed, falling into a restless sleep.
At some point in your forced nap, Kuroo tries to shake you awake, but you clench your eyes shut and bite your lip, feigning unconsciousness. After a few more pointless attempts, he leaves and allows you some alone time with a sigh, but not before a clang signals he’s left you something on your coffee table. You ignore it.
After lying motionless for hours on your colder mattress, you give up on your dreamless sleep. By now, the sky outside your window is pitch black and sprinkled with minuscule circles of pure white. Your cheeks are stiff and the corners of your eyes are crusty from your breakdown.
Hesitantly, you wipe the remnants of sleep away from your eyes before worming your way out of bed. Your muscles are sore, and your clothing feels disgusting, doused in dried sweat. On wobbling knees, you clamber off the mattress and scuff your feet against the floor until you find it. Your toes make contact with a light pile of silk, and in a last ditch effort to keep them alive, you change back into Akaashi and Bokuto’s provided nightgown.
A wave of calm washes over you, its familiarity leaving you comforted and reassured. You squint your eyes and allow them to adjust to the darkness of your room. There, on the coffee table, is what you assume was Kuroo’s gift. Dinner.
A plate with cold, steamed broccoli and a grilled cheese sandwich.
“Wow, they really go all out here,” you mumble bitterly. Slumping onto the carpeted floor, your thighs raise goosebumps at the shift in temperature as you pick through your meal, chewing and swallowing thoughtfully.
You seem to have lost all self-control at this point. Not even two seconds later, tears cloud your eyes. You couldn’t help but think about them.
I wonder if they’re-
Your heart thumps in your chest harshly, startling you. It speeds up for no apparent reason, even as you search through the dark for anything that might have scared, well, your body.
Then it hits you. This must be what happens when soulmates die.
The thought hammers in the final nail in your coffin of grief. More tears, just when you thought you ran out, trace paths of anguish down your face. Then your heart thumps again, almost shifting your whole weight forward.
What the hell?
The pumps grow harder and harder, each more powerful than the last as you jolt forward, dropping your food and pushing up to your feet.
Your heart. It’s pleading with you to move. To do something.
All you can do is follow as it smacks frantically against your rib cage. It doesn’t hurt, but as you move in the direction of your door, a rush of fuzzy feelings flow through your body in response.
When you place your hand on the knob, it beats encouragingly, directing you out into the silent hall. Not a sound can be heard as you play a game of hot and cold with your body. There is no drawback, only rewards in the form of pure jubilation setting your body aflame. Tiptoeing down the hall, you follow the excitement, padding your bare feet against the hardwood floor as softly and swiftly as you can.
You hold your breath and let it out in small streams through your stuffy nostrils, knowing that even the smallest noise could awaken the hypersensitive werecats around you. The halls are much more bare than Akaashi and Bokuto’s, and you're thankful that there are no vases to stub your toe against this round.
The irregular bursts of elation lead you down a banister of marble stairs, past the large front entrance, and through a dark, forgotten hallway you had never seen before on your two adventures throughout Kuroo’s home. There is only one door, and it’s at the immediate end of the dusty corridor. While gnawing on your bottom lip, you creep closer and closer, finally reaching it with a relieved sigh as one large wave of endorphins hits you like a freight train.
In here.
Past the rusty door is another staircase, leading deep into the basement of the mansion. The walls are covered in unidentifiable gunk, and you try not to gag as a slimy feeling brushes your forearm on the railing. The smell is less than desirable, almost akin to rotting meat, but your heart doesn’t want you to stop anytime soon. Finally, finally, you come to one final door at the bottom of the stairs.
Pushing past its splintered wood, you slip inside and involuntarily smile as a wave of pure joy wracks through your body. The room is large and freezing cold, with concrete floors and red brick walls. The light of the moon shines through a single window directly across from you, split in half by a row of metal bars.
There’s two cells, empty only for two hunched over forms. One breathes out visible clouds of air while leaning against the wall, asleep on the musty floor. In the other cell, a body with wild hair is curled into a ball, hugging its stomach and letting out the occasional whimper. The sight was the definition of miserable, but your heart loves it nonetheless. It rewards you for winning the treasure hunt with one heavy surge of euphoria, leaving you breathless and holding back a squeal.
Bokuto and Akaashi. They were alive.
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