part two.
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Ever since that day, things became awkward for me. The girls really tried ruining my reputation and some believed it but some didn't. I didn't care too much because I knew that they'd only be overjoyed if I made a mess out of it.
I would still hear gossips about me doing shit and that's why we broke up but neither him nor I have said anything and let people think the way they do. I didn't have the strength to tell people the truth and neither did anyone ask me about it so I didn't bother to speak first.
He started wearing masks and gloves again, disgusted by every little thing people do. His hate and fear of germs came back only a few days after things ended between us. I don't exactly know if we ended on a good note but, who cares if we didn't?
Probably one thing I hate is being in the same classroom as he is in, I would still see him around me and hear things about him. I always try to avoid getting too involved with things that concern him or our past relationship, I don't like hearing them.
I don't know if what I did was right but I think it was right. I have tried to move on with life and forget about getting stuck in the past, I'm doing well on my own actually. I also wore makeup like how I wanted to and I feel better about myself.
"O-Ow.." I bumped into someone and I fell on my ass. It's him. "S-Sorry.." I held on to the wall to stand and saw his eyes twitch like he was trying to say something.
"Just watch where you're going next time.." His voice was soft and he got my notebook from the floor. He seemed like he was holding back. I took it from him and he immediately left.
"Sakusa-kun! I made you cookies!" He never lost his admirers.. but he lost...
I put my notebook on my desk and head outside, I want to be alone. I went to the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror, fixing and retouching my makeup. I'm only wearing powder and lip balm, it's not much. I felt a metal-like thing on my wrist so I rolled my sleeves up.
I am a shithead, why am I even wearing this? It's supposed to be worn around the neck but it's too obvious if I wear it that way so I wear it as a bracelet, though it's kind of uncomfortable to be wearing it like that. It's his gift.. supposedly it's for our anni... ha..
I stare at the pendant, it's cute. I honestly like it a lot, he picked out the perfect necklace. It's neither too much nor is it too less, never knew he has an eye for things like this. Never expected that he'd ever be in a relationship with someone as unbearable as I am.
Going back to class, I got stared at by random students. I don't know what they're thinking of but they're stares are scaring me, it's as if they were judging me with every step that I take. I just want to live a peaceful life and that breakup was— it just made things worse.
At least he's got his admirers and his friends to cheer him up when I have completely no one to help me out. If I have to cry, I cry on my own. I run up to the rooftop to hide myself from everyone, I'd ditch my classes if I need to breathe. Staying in that classroom while holding back my tears make me suffocate.
They had a switch in the seating arrangement, he ended up right in front of me. No one wanted to switch with me because they said that I'm a curse. I think I know that already, just with those stares people give me. It's obvious and no one really needs to tell me that.
Class ended and I stand from my seat to leave, bumping into him again and I dropped my phone. I let out a sigh as I kneel to take it, biting my bottom lip to stop myself from crying when I saw that the screen is cracked. It's the LCD, mom told me to be careful with my phone..
"I'll pay fo—"
"It's fine, I don't need it." I head for the door and run to the rooftop.
Broke my phone which mom will probably scold me for hours long just because of it, dad won't get me a new one, everyone still keeps staring at me, I'm so uncomfortable with everything..... but no one's helping me out. I guess this is my punishment, I deserve this.
I made a mistake. I know that. I'm stupid and pathetic for doing things without seeking for an explanation before I decided to do that. I never let him say his side and things ended up like this. I hate myself, I do. I lost the only one that was there for me.
"It shattered.. into pieces.. everything.."
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Years have passed and it's still the same, except that I have learned how to properly do things. I was scouted by an agency and they asked me to become an actress for them, the scouting manager told me that I was beautiful and that I just gave off that 'actress' vibe.
I trained and learned how to act, landed on small roles at first which helped me a lot with my tuition fees. I lessened my parents' stress by acting and gave more of them to myself, projects and everything... helped me earn money but nothing worth as much as a gem.
Friendships. I do admit that being able to interact with many actors and actresses help a lot but the friendships don't last as long as I thought it would. I've seen people use others just to land on bigger roles then they'd create mess between them and now they're not friends anymore.
The acting industry is dangerous. With people being able to act perfectly and can entirely fool you, some actors' or actresses' lives get ruined. They get framed and they're kicked out of the industry and hated by many, not only people around the country but even those international viewers. From fans to haters.
"I'm surprised to hear you come with us, (L/n)-san. You normally decline invitations to come and watch a match." Keito says, giving me a small smile in which I returned the same. "Ms. Big Hit surprisingly has an interest in the sport volleyball."
"What is the reason?" Aiko asks, eyes beaming with excitement. Pretty agitated now aren't we? "I do admit that boys from our nation volleyball team are pretty handsome." She cupped her cheeks as she stared into blank space, probably fantasizing over her crushes. "Kageyama Tobio..."
"I know someone from the team." I simply answer before heading out to the court when the host called my name. Why do they have this?
The net isn't set up yet so the teams Adlers and Jackals are horizontally lined across the court. I wave and smile to the fans when I heard cheers from them. I stand on the middle of the court and the host went up to me, I bow and smile. The crowd's going wild.
I was asked a few questions and I of course modified my answers, I had to create different answers to hide myself. I gave a small speech which is incredibly irrelevant to the event— me giving a speech itself is irrelevant. I don't know why they asked me to but I had to.
I shook the players' hands, bowing and smiling as I went through each one of them. Hinata Shouyou, he's really a bright person, I guess his name does mean sun. One specific hand's grip on mine was tight like they didn't want to let go. He has to.
I look up and give Sakusa-san a smile, forcefully pulling my hand away in which I heard a hiss from him. His injury never healed. I glance at him quickly, moving ahead to the Adlers. Everyone is so pumped for today and so am I. Motoya-san is also around but he's just an audience. We met earlier.
"And there goes Hinata Shouyou! He used himself as a decoy! Just amazing! To be able to think of what to do while you're playing— multi-thinking hmmm?" I cringe at the commentators but hehe I'd be hearing more later.
I had my eyes glued onto the ball but they shifted him when I saw him approach for the ball. He scored. "Apparently, Sakusa Kiyoomi from Jackals injured his wrist years ago. Seeing that amazing spike attack just means that he's fully recovered— and wow that attack from Adlers Ushijima Wakatoshi!" Take me home.
"Hoshiumi receives and Kageyama sets it up, Ushijima steps up and spikes it—! Hinata tries to receive it but it's off! And Sakusa runs for the ball!!" I got nervous.
Okay so basically.... the ball flew to my direction. Well it was shot high up to the ceiling and Sakusa's running for it. He really is. He jumps over the railings and lands right in front of me, bringing the ball back to his teammates.
He lost balance and is now falling over to me, I back away to dodge him but— fucking. He wrapped an arm around my waist and his hand went to the seat above me to support himself. It was empty. He's a few inches away from me and being this close... too close!
We froze in our position and everyone's cheering for us. He quickly pulled away and collected himself. What the fucking hell just happened? I look away, seeing the fans so I smiled at the to assure them that I'm okay.
"A-Are you alright?" He asks and I nod, giving him a smile. He was too close. "Sorry for that."
"No, uhm.. thank you." He gave me a light nod before jumping over the fences or railings whatever they are.
"Oh my god!!! (L/n) he did not just! That was more romantic than a movie." Aiko cheered, slapping my arm in excitement as she fangirled over Sakusa doing that.
I clearly saw him glance at my chest earlier, not in a perverted way but because I was wearing the necklace. It caught his attention. He also looked over his shoulder to glance at me before he ran off to the others. He was too close... too close.
The game continued and I noticed how he was having a difficult time with everything. His wrist must really hurt right now. "Another perfect save by our Hinata Shouyou! The best decoy!!" My head is clouded with thoughts of him.
I want to check on him— as a decent human being that's worried for other people. When the game ended, their court was on our side. He was drinking his water with his eyes on me. I smile at him and he turned around. They won against Adlers. I'm proud— of everyone.
When I saw him pack his things, I stand from my seat and went closer. I called him just 'psst' something like that. It caught his attention and he just raised his brow as he stared at me, I gesture him to come and it took him a while before he obeyed.
"What?" I take his hand and massage it, smiling at him when his cheeks turned red. He must be tired. "We're in public, (Y/n)." I just nod and ignore his words. "It's fine."
"It's not, your hand's not fine. You never fully healed." I comment, letting go of his hand when he tried moving it. I guess it feels better now. "You really don't listen, huh?"
"Like you?" He replies, turning around to leave.
I'm sorry. I'm doing this. "Kiyoomi—"
"It's Sakusa, (L/n)-san. Don't call me that, we— you broke up with me 7 years ago. Don't act like we're friends." He says as he looked over his shoulder. I don't know if that was loud enough for other people to hear but, that hurt.
"Just wanted to ask if you wanted have coffee with me?"
"With you? No."
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I don't know how I ended up getting dragged to the cafe but I'm here. Komori dragged me into coming here because of her. She's thinking of something and I don't understand that, or maybe I don't want that to happen. Whatever it is.
I'm seated at the table and (Y/n) stood to get our coffees. I don't want to be here. I want to be home now. She gave me my coffee and Komori his, I take a sip, it's a latte. She still knows what I like to drink, tch. I don't like this. I want to leave this instant.
"Uhm..." I just drink my coffee while taking a look at my phone. "You guys really need to talk. Before there was more talking and accusing than listening." It wasn't me who refused to listen, it was all her. "I'll be right there." Why?
(Y/n) and I are left at this table and he went over to the one just a few tables away. He'd be here to calm either one of us down if shit just arise from the conversation. We never had proper conversations before.. after we started arguing.
"How.. are you?" Better without you. "I-I just.. I'll start I guess?" I don't even want to say anything. "I've been pretty well... aside from stress over work, acting and modeling.. I have landed on huge roles but I never accepted them if they included romance.. the stories always seem bland and empt—"
"I've been good. Moved on from you, play volleyball professionally and I live a peaceful life." She took a sip of her coffee and held on to the cup, just staring at it as she gently shook it. "You never listen, so why now?"
"Your eyes were speaking to me.... earlier when you shook my hand and when you saved me from the ball." She held on to the necklace and smiled as she looked at the pendant. "I've been wanting to hear you out for years."
"And you never mustered up the courage to do that before things had less effectiveness?" Or maybe she never wanted to fix us. "Things could've been different if you asked before."
"On that day, who was the girl?" I hate this topic. I don't think I should answer this, I didn't cheat on her but I was with a girl and it's.. "You can tell me, nothing will change either way." Tch, you said it yourself.
"Your best friend, Kara. She told me to cheer you up and for me to stop getting infuriated over every little detail. So we went to the mall to buy you... that." She's wearing it. Why is she even wearing that? To show appreciation? For fashion?
"And the reason why you never said 'I love you?'" I swear if this cafe was filled with people then many might've heard our conversation already.
"Because I wanted it to be special..." I really hate this but if she wants to talk then okay. "I never said it but it never meant that I didn't love you.." I hate having heart-to-heart conversations, they make things too emotional and cheesy. "I hate your job, honestly."
"Figured you'd say that."
"You always wanted to be something else, you were already special just by being yourself.. I felt safe and I was safe.. up until you called me over just to do that."
Coming over and crying right in front of her house is better than breaking up through a phone call. I was fired with hope that we would be fixing our problems that day, the moment she asked me to come. I was excited to say sorry and for us to be okay again.
Turns out that she just did that to end us. It wasn't the best but it was the best for our situation. The timing was the worst. I was ready to give her that necklace but she kept cutting me off and never listened to what I have to say. She always avoids talking about them.
"Did you regret not begging me to fix us?"
"It wasn't me who said we should part, (Y/n). It was you."
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Pictures of him and I scattered in the internet and all over all the social media websites. We were the talk of the town. He never messaged me about it and I didn't bother to message him too. The only way to communicate was through Instagram.
My manager asked me a few questions about how I knew him and I never told her he was my ex-boyfriend, nor about anything that he and I talked about. He needs his privacy to be protected and safe, if he's violated by people then I'll take responsibility.
I'm at home, locking myself in here to avoid any stalkers and reporters about that issue. Word really does fly, it can fly faster than a bird and an airplane. It can bounce and jump off to different places at once and it's crazy.
I'm listening to music when it got interrupted by a notification. I open it and I don't know how to react.
ylndsk: how are you holding up?
I'm good, just stuck at home. :me
ylndsk: we should've chosen a more private location.
ylndsk: are things going well with your career?
don't worry about that. btw how about you? :me
ylndsk: i'm worried about you.
ylndsk: if there's anything I could do to help, let me know.
thank you but it's really fine. don't worry about me. :me
"Because worrying about me means that... you still care when you said you don't."
He didn't reply after that so I figured that he gave up. He should because my hopes will rise too 100% if he keeps that up. I can't have it. I can't keep expecting for something to happen when clearly there will be nothing between us, he said he's moved on.
I regret everything. Maybe he and I could've lived together and planned the future together, just casually hanging out at home. Cuddle dates and simple dates to a restaurant or a park, the beach and just be as comfortable as we could get.
But things are different now so, it's now how things will be for us. I just really want something else to happen. I want things to be fixed right away for me to be okay again between us. Even for the slightest bit, just to see him smile and live a peaceful life.
I hope that my manager could handle this soon so that we could freely walk around town again. I want to go out and shop for makeup and clothes without having to worry about being bombarded with questions from the reporters.
The doorbell rang and echoed all over my apartment. I ignored it at first because I thought that it would be just a persistent reporter. I stand from the couch and head for the door. Praying that I made the right choice by opening it up instead of leaving it be.
The door opened and I immediately saw him. "How are you?" He held bags of food and he just pushed himself in. "I brought fruits and almonds, your favorites.. also brought beer." He tossed me a can and I luckily caught it.
"How did you know my address?" He didn't answer and just sat on the floor in front of the couch.
I got the sushi out and heated them up, placing a plate in front of him and another for me. He opened his can of beer and drank, he hasn't even eaten yet. I take one sushi into my mouth, taking a bite of my onigiri too. I take a sip of my beer and just waited for him to say something.
"You said you wanted to live in this apartment complex because the apartments were beautiful here. I figured out what floor you'd be in.. the guard told me." That was just plainly violation of privacy but I'm not complaining.
"So why'd you come over to your ex's place? Don't you hate seeing me? I'm only a part of your dreadful past." He didn't answer so I just ate.
I got more onigiri from the kitchen and gave two to him, I hope he likes it. He ate it without saying anything so I hope that his silence means they are yummy, I'm still learning how to cook. I take another sushi in to my mouth, choking out of a sudden.
He pat me on the back and got me the beer. I drank it but it wasn't helping, he held his hand in front of my mouth. I couldn't hold it in and he got everything from my mouth into his hand, he stood and went to the kitchen. He washed his hands and even got me water.
"Sorry... that was gross.."
"I've been through more than your spits (Y/n), vomit even. I don't complain." I just nod and drank the water, using two hands to support the glass, it almost slipped from my hand.
"Uhm, I hope you'd leave and just go.. staying and doing things make me hope for more." I tell him before standing to go to the bathroom to wash my face and gargle water.
It's embarrassing and very gross... the fact that he's not even complaining makes me want to complain why he's not complaining. It's really weird to be drinking with your ex and right now, things like this... it's not right. He has to just go out there.
I still love him... that's the problem.
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With everything going on, knowing how (Y/n) is she would just lock herself in her apartment and do nothing at all. We go into this mess together so might as well get out of it with her. I knew where she lives, I asked for her address from her manager— I made up a reason.
She finished eating her sushi and right now, she's just drinking her beer. She got tipsy after one can, her alcohol tolerance isn't that high. It rather is incredibly low and she might het drunk once she finishes it. I just watched her drink, I'm pretending that I'm drinking too.
"It's crazy.... people reacting to our relationship— the reaction stayed the same but our relationship changed." She says, drinking more from the can in her hand. "Everyone had their eye on us when we first got together...."
"And?"
"But!" She's already drunk. "The eyes are still... mainly.. focused.. on me..... I get watched and judge.. everything I do." The eyes are even on her, they're on me for saving her and now the whole cafe thing. "I just.. want... to be with y..ou..."
I let out a sigh and just watched her fall unconscious on me. I take the can from her hand and carry her to the bedroom. She's really tired, she doesn't look like she has slept for the past few days, the bags under her eyes are really obvious.
I gently lay her on the bed, brushing her hair away from her face. She's still really pretty, she's prettier without makeup. I smile to myself as I watch her sleep, I hope she rests well. I give her a kiss on the lips and on the forehead, nuzzling her nose a little bit. I miss you.
"I love you, goodnight."
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We got interviews and more things but I never really said anything yet. I didn't accept the offer of being interviewed and guesting on live shows on TV because I want to avoid things from getting worse. We were already having difficulties so I couldn't really afford to make things more complicated.
I look over to my schedule and found that the V-League will have an event special for Jackals. I think it's to save Sakusa's ass from the world. I already planned on going so I decided to look for something to wear, I really want to watch and make people believe that we're just friends now.. I hope we are.
I get changed into a white dress, puffy sleeves and it's hugging my waist. I look at myself in the mirror and complain that I look too extra, so I got changed into something else. I wore shorts and a crop top, scrunching my nose in disgust when I saw my reflection.
I remember having Hinata give me a gift because he's a fan so I got a jacket from him. A bomber jacket, pretty nice. I wear a black tube top and some waist high-waist denim ripped shorts. I wore boots and I'm in love with my outfit! I tie my hair into a messy bun and I look lovely!
I change back into my clothes to hang those on the rack for this Friday. I plop myself to the couch, groaning when I realized that I left my phone in my bedroom. I stand again and head there, seeing an incoming call flash on my screen.
It's him. "Don't come. There will be more reporters and fans by then. Some are camping outside already. It's not safe." He called me to tell me not to come? I hum a 'no' and he sighed. "You never listen, do you?"
"You ain't my boyfriend man, stop bossing me around like I'm your girlfriend." I wish I was your girlfriend, it'd be better that way. I lay on my bed and hug a pillow close. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I have to go, see you if we can." And he hung up.
When I found out that he endorsed a few sanitizing products, I laughed my ass off. I was really surprised to see him endorsing rubbing alcohol, sanitizers.. That was really cute and I really want to say that to him but he might be uncomfortable.
My manager said that she's asked many people to keep their cool with the current issue about the two of us. I haven't gotten any messages from fans or any hate from his fangirls, his fangirls from back then are still his fangirls now. He has some loyal fans out there.
Back then, Sakusa looked cute. His features were softer and I liked it that way, he was less intimidating. But now, he's matured and a whole lot handsome but in my eyes I still see the one from back in high school. I wonder who he's planning on dating, he said he's moved on.
I decided to do a live on Instagram, some were haters and some were my fans.. but somehow I saw more hate than I should've. I honestly started shaking and I couldn't look at the camera anymore, there were countless hate comments... why do I have to get these?
"What is the truth.. about you and athlete Sakusa Kiyoomi..?" Why did that catch my attention? I shouldn't have read it. "He was a classmate in high school, we were classmates for three years." I simply answered, finding more comments about the 'truth,' if it was easy for me to say that.
"Uhm... please.. don't send hate.. to the athlete.. I'll shoulder everything if I have to." I say, bitting my fingernail to calm myself. "I dragged him into this.. so please.. I can take everything." Like how it used to be for me. "S-Sakusa-san has.. is..." Nothing's coming to mind. "He was a.. friend that I.. used to study with.. uhm.."
I suddenly saw a DM flag notification, it's Sakusa. He's watching the live, I must look so idiotic to him right now. I hate this... the shithead is still a shithead.
ylndsk: Just end it and stop. You can't take it.
I know that I couldn't but I don't want him to take it. I was selfish for begging Motoya-san to drag him to the cafe, it was my fault that we broke up and things ended up this way. I brought him there to talk to me out of his own will, he never wanted to be included in this issue.
I still did as he said, I said a few more things before saying goodbye. I lock the front door and went back to my room, locking the door behind me. I turn the AC on, letting it sit at 16° C for it to be cold. I want it to be extra cold, I just feel like I'm suffocating in the heat.
I fell asleep after crying myself to sleep, I woke up sick and dizzy. I tripped on myself a lot and hit my head too, I really feel sick. I forgot that I'm not allowed to sleep in the cold and cry, I get sick after that. I look at today's date and it's the game.. I have to go.
I took a hot shower and that made things worse for me, I got changed into my clothes and did my makeup. Not too much, I felt sick from random smells. My incredibly and insanely sensitive nose is activated, I have to go there. I want to be there.
I managed to drive to the venue without getting into an accident. I was given an ID Pass or whatever that is by Hinata, he wanted me to watch him play. I couldn't break a promise. I went to the same seat, earning a few stares from the audience. They're gossiping..
I wore a cap and a mask, finding Hinata waving at me. I wave back and smile, I forgot that I have a mask on. I hold on to my head, I'm really dizzy. The game soon started and everything was going well, I would try to cheer for them but I always get dizzy so in the end I just stayed quiet.
Sakusa did a spike attack and his hand, it's still injured and he's still playing even though it hurts. A lot. I just admired him while he played. He was already a good player back then but now he's better, I wish I have the rights to say, "I'm proud of you."
He dived for the ball and I got worried for some reason, he rolled over to his back. His wrist might've hurt, he did the wrong thing. He taped his wrist and was subbed out for a while, he got back when it was the second set. He's wincing in pain, he should stop.
The game ended and Jackals won again, Hinata ran over to the railings and jumped in excitement. I clapped my hands and he smiled. Just then, Sakusa approached the railings and rested his elbows on them. His eyes are on me. He's telling me to come.
I stand from my seat, trying to balance myself first in which I failed and tripped but he supported my fall. My face landed on his chest and his arm was around me. I push him off a little and faced him properly, he raised his brow like I did something wrong.
He removed my cap and placed his palm on my forehead. "You're sick, go home." I shake my head and list my balance, but again, he caught me. "You can barely stand on your own."
"I want to stay and watch you play." There are more games later and I want to watch. He shook his head and I remove my mask, it's hot. "I want to.. this was something I didn't do.. when I was your girlfriend." He furrowed his brows and his piercings caught my attention. "Can I finally touch them?" He leaned over a little and I touched his piercings, weird. "So this is how...."
He held my hand as he leaned back. I'm hoping too much for things to happen. "Go home and rest. You are sick, (Y/n)." He called me by my first name. I shake my head and he hissed, I take his hand and massage it. "(Y/n)..."
"This might hurt.. you overworked your wrist."
"You're overworking yourself." I just smile and chuckle a little, coughing when I felt my throat itch. He pulled his hand away and turned around, he went to get his bottle for me. I drink from it and felt better. "You haven't drank your medicine, have you?" I shake my head and he sighed.
"I want to stay and watch you play...." Then he suddenly kissed my forehead, a hand on the back of my head. "Sa—" He pressed a soft loving kiss on my lips, looking at me endearingly.
"I'll come over later to take care of you, just go home and rest.. that's my request, (Y/n)." He pecked my lips and kissed my forehead, pulling me into a hug with him patting my back. He kissed the top of my head and I push him off gently, having him cup my cheek and lightly nuzzle my nose. "I love you."
"That's a promise....?" He nodded and gave me a kiss.
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I'm just on my bed while waiting for him to come over. News immediately spread that we are together but he probably only did that to make me obey. If that was his method then I'm weak, he took advantage of my fever. I watched them live on TV and they won.
I felt worse so I had to go to my bedroom. I crawled on my way there. He's taking quite a while and I'm falling asleep already, I want to get a hug right when he gets here. I want to clear things up between us.. I want to know why he kissed me and why he's doing this.
I fell asleep and I cried the moment I woke up, I wanted to see him come. I walk over to the kitchen and found him there. I started to cry harder which caught his attention, I feel like a baby who just woke up without his or her mother around. He walked up to me and pulled me into a hug.
"I didn't see you come in..." He pat my back and kissed the top of my head. I kinda wanted him to carry me.. I reach my arms out to him and he did carry me, I wrap my legs tight around his waist and he brought me to the couch. I just sat on his lap. "Sakusa..." He hummed in response. I look at him and traced his face with my finger.
"Go back to bed." I shake my head, feeling my tears fall when I realize he was real. "I came just like I promised, why are you crying?" I push him down to the couch and he grunted, I laid on him. "Oi (Y/n)."
"I still love you.... I'm sorry..... I always wear this necklace.. I love you.. I love you.." He wiped my cheeks and kissed my lips, the kiss turning into a make-out session. He's doing everything by himself.
And from then on, we did it. I don't know why we did it. He also came in me and I don't know if it's my safe day, but why did we do it? We're not even together and hey I'm sick! So why did we do it? We're just on my bed and we're both bare under the covers.
He hugged me close and cupped my cheek, pressing a kiss on my lips. How many rounds— uhm.. He really took advantage of my state, I swear if I get pregnant then.. I don't know. If this is just once and we'll never interact again then I don't want it.
"Sakus—" He kissed me.
"Kiyoomi. It's Kiyoomi..." He's still panting and so am I. "I love you.. Stay.." He pressed another kiss as he cupped my cheek. He hovered over me and it turned into another make-out session, but he stopped before we got too carried away. "Take a hint... Love."
"What are we..?" He pressed another kiss and rested his forehead on mine, smiling as he looked at me with love.. we are?
"You'll be my wife, unless you de—"
"Wife..." He smiled and kissed my forehead. He got off me and took a towel to wrap around his waist. "Kiyoomi...." He hummed. I hug him from behind and he kissed me, ruffling my hair a bit. "I love you.. I'm sorry.." He didn't answer, all he gave me was a kiss.
He got me a shirt from my closet and made me wear it, I don't want to wear any underwear right now. I just sat on the edge with the blanket covering my legs. He kneeled in front of me and his hand was on my nape, he pulled me in until our foreheads were against each other's.
I smile seeing him look so happy. He nuzzled my nose and we both chuckle. He leaned in and gave me a kiss, he's smiling. Things might've went too fast but seeing him smile makes me happy, his cold and intimidating eyes are soft and warm. He still... loves me even when I hurt him.
He pressed one last kiss before heading to the door. He stopped walking and turned to me, smiling. "Kiyoomi?"
"You'll be my wife, you don't have to carry everything by yourself anymore. I love you.. (Y/n)."
charan! doneeeeee~ here's part two! i'm going to be active here while i haven't started on historia yet, but next ones will be:
- terushima / tendou (remaining request)
- suna
- tsukishima
i hope you enjoyed reading this! i'll write more don't worry! i'll also start writing chapters for historia in advance! see you all soon, i love you all and thank you for reading! good mornight sweethearts~! <////3