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it started with ignoring phone calls, akaashi knew this feelings all to well. silence became deafining, he wanted you to be on the other line screaming with laughter.

then you changed your routes to class, swerving around him in halls, having friends cover for you. oh, they had a project, they said to tell you to not wait up.

you made excuses to not show up to games, “homework,” you blankly stared up at him. akaashi only nodded, pushing past you to see his friends.

you had fallen out of love.

it happened so quickly, under the miliseconds it takes for the blink of an eye. the two of you clutching onto each other for little love left.

“we should just break up,” akaashi stated simply. your eyes shifted from the english essay in front of you to akaashi’s eyes.

a sigh fell out of your lips, tilting your head back, “okay,” you shrugged. it was affecting you more than you’d like to show, shovelling your feelings to the back of your throat so your tone came out uncaring, cruel. “whatever.”

akaashi finally met your eyes, “...that’s it? no–no tears, no nothing?”

you shut your laptop, standing and leaving the library room.

the tip of your sleeve was wet, he could tell from the way your hand dropped down to your side.

maybe there was still love, but neither of you were willing to be stuck in the neverending maze of the two of you forever.

— dear god, i wish i fought, akaashi keiji.

“pick up,” you whispered softly into the phone. the soft brightness made your eyes squint, trying to wipe stray tear stains away, “fuck, tooru, pick up the phone.”

a dry laugh pressed through your lips, voicemail.

“hey, um,” your voice feigned worry while anger bubbled its way to the back of your throat. “i just... wanted to call and say i love you.” you managed. your hand clutched tightly around the device, back pressed against the chair. a waiter avoided eye contact with you while passing you, disappearing to the kitchen. embarrassment made your stomach bubble.

“i miss you-um, get home safe.” the copper taste of blood pooled in your mouth after breaking the thin skin of the inside of your lip out of rage. “i’ll make sure to do the same.”

the feelings felt overwhelming, piling over on top of each other until you could burst, “call me when you wake up in the morning,” you hummed softly, “happy anniversary.”

your phone slammed onto the table faster than you’d like to admit, balling your fists together, “dickhead,” anger fell out with your sighs, replaced with disappointment. he always does this.

“from the chef,” the waiter from earlier handed you a plate, “on the house,” he added pitifully.

you smiled up at him, “what’s his name?”

“satori tendou.”

“tell tendou i said thank you,” you nodded. three chocolate covered strawberries sat in front of you, but if you were being honest, you felt like you could vomit.

“he’s not worth it, whoever you’re crying over,” the waiter shook his head, “just a thought.”

you sighed, because you knew he wasn’t worth this. but anyone would’ve been so lucky to end up with oikawa tooru himself.

so why weren’t you?

-- to the first boy i loved, i can’t let go. oikawa tooru

(join my server!)

“can you watch where you’re going?”

a strong choice of words fell out of your mouth, but to be honest, it had been a shitty night and it only so happened that this poor boy in front of you was going to endure your raging path.

“sorry!” he apologized quickly, “are you alrig–”

“he doesn’t need to apologize, maybe look up from your phone and watch where you’re going.” a blonde intervined.

now, more irritated than previously, you turned expecting to face him, but was met with look at someone’s chest.

oh, well how shitty this is, boosting his ego because you have to look up at him.

“tsukki, it’s okay,” the green haired boy started. but ‘tsukki’ raised his hand to stop him.

you rolled your eyes, looking up at cocky grin and yellow eyes, “how about you mind your fucking business? he apologized, we were done with.”

“you should watch your tone, such hard words for someone who has to look up to speak to me.”

“oh, i get it,” your lips formed into a mocking pout, “is your ego bigger than your dick? is that why you tear others down to feel better?”

tsukishima’s eyes shadowed a small sting of shock and embarrassment, “fuck off,” the first year huffed.

“that’s what i thought,” you nodded in satisfaction and continued your stride to work, rushing into the resturant quickly. “hey! so sorry im late,” you called softly into the kitchen.

you set down your school bag immediately, wrapping an apron around your waist and snatched up your paper pad. the thought of that tall blonde–tsukki, was it? clouded your mind. he bit back, snapped, and in the end he only said those strings of sentences because of how you acted towards his innocent friend.

“table seven, (name)! birthday party, they all just arrived go take their drinks.”

you smiled at the cook and nodded, at least you weren’t getting scolded for being late again.

“hey! im (name) and i’ll be your server for tonight-”

you stopped quickly as your eyes scanned the quite full table, sitting at the end was the boy who held the yellow eyes himself. both of you seemed thoroughly surprised but it quickly vanished as a jumpy teenager almosted melted at the sight of you.

“you’re cute,” his blonde tuft of hair seemed to brighten with speaking with you. you uncomfortably shifted and smiled politely.

“nishinoya calm the fuck down,” tsukki snapped. a tone of jealously laced in his voice. you chuckled softly at how he realized his mistake and tensed.

“so, drinks?” you straightened your back.

“all waters,” the green haired boy who’s face was littered with freckles as if they were stars spoke up, “and um–sorry we didn’t get any napkins.”

you apologized, rushing to get their waters and throwing together a couple napkins. you debated before scribbling your pen quickly across the thin material.

“here you go,” you passed them out individually, flipping tsukki’s over to the blank side and avoiding eye contact with him.

due to unfortunate luck, your shift ended early. even though you’d love to serve table seven all night, you had a chemistry project that you’d hadn’t even started on.

you met eyes with him one more time, waving goodbye slightly as you pushed through the doors. sighing in discontent because you’d have to admit, he was cute for someone who didn’t know how to shut their mouth.

Unknown Number, 1 Min Ago

– if you wanted my number you could’ve asked

you felt your heart beat in your ears, he’d gotten your poorly written number on the back of the napkin.

You, 10:07 PM

– didn’t need to give you more of an ego boost, a pretty person like me asking for your number, decided this would humble you ;)

“tsukki?” yamaguchi glanced at him, “is your mom texting you-do you need to go home?”

“what? no,” tsukishima almost pocketed his phone. he almost despised himself for the growing feelings of excitement that hummed through his body at the though of you texting back so quickly.

You, 10:09 PM

- payed for your guys’s meal w my tips from tn btw

- hbd, your dick is still small xoxo

tsukishima smiled softly, “idiot,” he whispered and flipped his phone on the table, mentally reminding himself to call the person that made the most admirable first impression.

- slow burn, tsukishima kei

(hi join my server btw xoxo)

warnings ; angst, not that bad though i guess

tsukishima always hated how you smelt after you two broke up.

he hated the fact that you never changed it, and still used the same body wash that managed to catch him off guard walking passed you in the hallways and almost gagging on the suppressed memories that he buried in the back of his head to never be touched.

tsukishima hated that every time he thought of you, he remembered scolding you for not bringing a jacket while taking his off while you smiled at him and thanking him afterwards. saying, “i’ll do better, okay?” even though he knew that was bullshit because you always did some silly shit like that on purpose.

tsukishima hated hearing your laughs in his memories that he muffled with his music on full volume. he despised the idea of you staying the night because you two were studying late and him waking up to soft laughs, you smiling and saying, “i knew you were so soft to me.” since one of his hands were tucked on your waist and holding you close.

he remembered every curve of your body, how your hand fit in his and he used to trace small dinosaurs on your thighs or how you crawled in his lap if he was studying too much. tsukishima would repeat how he hated when you did that as if it were a prayer, but looking at it now, he’d do anything to even play with the hem of your shirt one more time before a game out of nervousness.

the games.

tsukishima missed your screams from the stands, or the days you were quiet but tentatively watching from the bleachers during practice. he missed when he came and saw you after games and how you’d always preach that you were oh, so proud of your boyfrie-ex boyfriend, now.

“fuck-you smell like shit,” tsukishima’s mumbled under his breath after accidentally brushing into you at a coffee shop he didn’t see you post at on your instagram.

“hey, man, what the fuck did you just say?” who was this? tsukishima gaped, “they smell like shit.” he repeated in the same monotone voice. a grin cracked at his mouth, “you’re... you’re semi! from the shiratorizawa game, wow, is this who you’re going out with now? oh, god, you could do so much better.” tsukishima scoffed. to be honest, he didn’t want it to end up this way. tsukishima was ready to buy you a coffee and talk.

“who? like you? because that’d be another one-sided, shit relationship, tsukishima.” you snapped, your hand was shaking, he could see it from the way you were holding your coffee.

silence.

“it’s my cologne dip shit,” semi shoved tsukishima before grabbing your hand and hurrying you along.

you smelt different, and tsukishima hated that.

it’s empty without you, tsukishima kei

“… and he’s really good to me, im really happy this time. it’s gotten to the point where he’s gentle with only me and i think that’s great,” your eyes met the looming darkness of the sky. soft wind brushed small strands of your hair across your face, a smile blossoming at the feeling.

you and the moon, unseperable and kind.

aizawa turned the corner into your bedroom, “oh–are you on the phone?” his footsteps dragged across the carpet, the smell of this slick sweat radiated from his nightly patrols. you chuckled softly before shaking your head. “who were you talking too?”

“the moon,” you whispered softly. aizawa shuffled, hugging you from behind. he hummed as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“what were you saying?”

“a secret,” you giggled as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and relaxed into you.

“well,” aizawa started softly, “i guess everytime i tak to the stars about you it’s a secret, too.” he felt your vibrations from your laugh. it was these moments where he felt insanely happy with you.

the four of you, he’d suppose, you, him, the moon, and the stars.

— you have the universe in your eyes, aizawa shouta

tamaki thought of you as the tangible version of relief.

he found anxieties dripping from his lips, thought after thought spilling from the depths of his mind to you hearing intentively.

you always cupped his face in your hands, pressing your forehead against his lightly.

that’s when it hit him, the calm after the storm. your aura brought his shaking to a minimum, his muscles relaxed at the tranqulity your presence held against him. tamaki knew, and he was terrified of it, if he lost you he lost everything.

“(name)?” tamaki called softly, “are you here?”

something tamaki barely saw though, was you conveying any sign of weakness. it was always you trying to be strong for him.

the door to your dorm was barely opened, he felt his heart drop to his stomach at the echoes of your sobs. “please talk to me,” his voice was barely above a whisper.

you shook your head, repeating small no, no, no, no’s over and over until it was the only thing your brain saw. “it’s fine,” you quickly wiped your tears away, “it’s okay. it’s fine, it’s fine.”

tamaki sat at the edge of your bed, his thumb brushed over the palm of your hand drawing small circles. a small moment of silence before you burst into tears again. tamaki tugged at your sleeve, pulling you closer.

you choked on tears as your head met his shoulder, tamaki sighed and wrapped his arms around your waist softly, rubbing small circles on your back. “do you want to talk about it?” tamaki asked quietly.

you shook your head, “no.”

tamaki nodded, “that’s okay, baby.” he smiled, “that’s alright, let’s go get your favourite food, okay?” he felt you shuffle slightly.

“i love you,” you suddenly cut in, “i love you, a lot. im sorry, im sorry, im sorry.”

“don’t apologize,” he squeezed your hand, “i love you more.”

you giggled softly, “noooo,” you playfully teased. tamaki smiled softly.

maybe one day you’d finally let him in like he did to you, but seeing you smile after his small gestures of comfort knew you two were getting there.

slowly but surely — tamaki amajiki

07 ; BITCH

SUBTWEETS.

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*.:｡★ authors note : me ; no angst !! happy time !! funny smau !! me bc im bored ; angst !! lots of angst !! anger grr snarl bark ruff ruff

the hardest part about breaking up with someone was being the mature one.

atsumu stood in front of you, a confused expression blanketed over his now stiff features. “...what do you mean we’re breaking up?” he whispered.

you sucked in a breathe, the tips of your finger tips brushing under your eyes. you were so desperately holding yourself together, doing everything you could. he tried to read your facial expression to seek a not-so-funny joke that’d end up in the two of you heading to the locker rooms to “laugh it off.”

but he saw your bottom lip tremble, the sadness that glazed over your eyes, and he knew in his gut this was real.

“what did i do? is there anything i can do?” atsumu’s voice was small for once.

you reached out softly, grabbing his hand, “maybe one day we can try again,” your voice cracked. atsumu always adored how strong you could be, but right now he wanted you to cower out of it. he wanted you to say no, nevermind, let’s work it out.

“but for now,” you swallowed thickly, “we’re better off working on each other.”

there it was.

the moment where air thins between the two of you and every second is the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. every thought is screaming this isn’t real, this isn’t how we’re supposed to end, we’re forever like you promised. his heart wrenched under his jersey. something was screaming at him from under his ribcage, his broken heart.

atsumu blinked away tears, his hand falling to the side. he stood in physical pain watching you say im sorry and leaving down the hall.

where did he go wrong?

— we were (supposedly) soulmates, atsumu miya

“(name), are you here?”

sero called outside your dorm. he groaned, shivering. he wanted his hoodie back that you had taken about a week ago and said you’d give it back but here he was, ready to pry it from you.

sero huffed and opened the door himself, eyes widening slightly. your eyes were shut, gliding around your room as if it were nothing. your earbuds played music so loud he heard it across the room. he chuckled at how your mouth moved with the words slightly, prancing around the room. you basked under the cheap light of your dorm, dramatic poses here and there. you were dancing.

sero smiled softly, you were always so uptight. another version of iida, as some would say. but watching you relax and smile for one made his heart swell.

his laughs caught your attention, you turned and yelped. “get out! get out, get out!” you grabbed his arm and threw him outside your dorm, his hoodie following after.

“it was beautiful,” sero called, laughing at your small noises of frustration.

“fuck you!” you screamed. you played with your hair in stress.

sero hummed softly, strutting down the dorm halls. poor boy, oh how he adored this polar opposite of himself.

— it’s a secret, okay? sero hanta