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Maybe it was the constant fighting that left you in the hospital. Everyday it was get home, fight over the stupidest things, and then sleep on the couch. But not today, after he yelled it out, you started feeling weak, and soon collapsed. What ever happened, it landed you in the hospital. "Fuck, I'm so sorry I'm such a shitty boyfriend," he apologised. But all you could do was smile weakly and try to patch things up. "I really love you and I really want to fix things," you intertwined your hands with his. Looking you straight in the eye came his response,"We can learn to love again."

Warning: Excessive Cursing Why’d you come? You knew you should have stayed. I tried to warn you just to stay away. And now they’re outside ready to bust. Hanamiya sat with critical eyes watching for a misplaced toe or wobble of the legs. The sooner he gave (Y/N) her critiques the sooner he could get out of this frozen hell. It looks like you might be one of us… The music finally died out and (Y/N) remained in her final pose for a few seconds before breaking and looking up at her boyfriend panting through a smile. “How was that one, babe?” “I actually liked this song but after listening to it this many

Hanamiya Makoto, AKA… Bad Boy. Always full of evil thoughts and plans. Everyone knows that he is a player who loves to see other people’s dreams get crushed and try to avoid playing match with him if possible. However, not what everyone knew that something… or should say, SOMEONE, could made him change into so out of character… and that someone, was you. You are Seirin’s little mascot and you and Hanamiya started dating when he confessed to you after he had lost to Seirin. You remembered the time when he confessed to you, his face was flushed red and shaking a lot, very different character when he was in the gam

"Hey! Let her go!" Kagami shouted at the male in front of him. He couldn't recognize the person, but judging from the outfit he wore, he was probably one of the players of the upcoming match between Kaijo and Fukuda Sōgō. He saw how he gripped his hand tighter around Alex's neck and laughed, making his blood boil. Like seeing Himuro completely beaten up wasn't enough already. "You.. You're the one who just won against Atsushi. I was watching.. You're pretty good." The guy commented and smirked. 'He knows Murasakibara? Who the hell is this guy?' Kagami thought with widened eyes and clenched his fists. [At the same time elsewhere:]

“…And did you know that if you brush activated charcoal on your teeth for five minutes it’ll make them whiter?” Kenma sighed. You’d always been insecure on your appearance – your hair, your teeth, your nose, your body shape – all of it weighed you down to the point where there were days that you’d just wallow in self-pity. Kenma noticed all of it, but he never had the words to comfort you. Honestly, he didn’t even think his words would help. Though your relationship was less than six months long, he picked up on a lot of your personality traits in the brief time you had together. It wa

“Makoto, dear… Where’s ____-chan?’ ‘I don’t want to speak to you ever again!’ Stabbing his food in anger, he glowered, “I don’t know. Nor do I care.” His mother raised an eyebrow, sensing something was troubling her son, but continued eating in peace. If he wanted to talk about it, he would do so on his own. The dinner table held a tense atmosphere, but Hanamiya’s mother seemed completely oblivious to it. His father already excused himself from dinner, talking about a business meeting, and he just continued to play around with his food, his stomach churning with different em

five kinds of kisses. | tsukishima kei x gn!reader i. after practise kisses Tsukishima has practise every day after school. You'd wait for him every day. He tells you not to, but you do anyway because what kind of lover would you be if you went home, leaving your boyfriend alone to work hard and walk home by himself? (You don't tell him though that the reason why you always insist on waiting for him is that you like to watch him play, like to see his eyebrows furrowed in concentration and how his muscles strain with every movement.) After practise ends, he is drenched in sweat and his breathing is a little heavy. You walk up to Tsukki, a t

If it was one problem he had, on the rare occurrence that Tsukishima took a liking to someone, it was his shitty lack of communication. He had the eyes and smirk that would make any girl tremble, and he had such a carefree attitude that some girls actually found it attractive. But it was never those girls he found infatuating. To be totally honest with himself, he's never seen anyone in that sort of light. A relationship wasn't essential when you were balancing a job at the on-campus cafe, a sport, and trying to get an education. It was when he was finally contemplating his incompetence in relationships when you walked in and changed the who

author's note: this fic contains spoilers regarding Ushijima’s family situation (ch. 176). *            The ambiance of the airport is excessively festive, with an obscenely large Christmas tree placed at the center of the waiting area, and under it are neatly wrapped presents, which Ushijima quickly deduces are merely empty boxes inside. Crowds of people are bustling about, carrying with them heavy suitcases while greeting their loved ones with affectionate kisses beneath the bright, glittering Christmas lights dangling haphazardly on white, sterile walls; some have gone inside the duty-free to do their last minute shopping amid the