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Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW
Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi
Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way
Words: 2.3k
Minors dni!
I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!
Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.
It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.
The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.
You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.
Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.
He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.
”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.
You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.
”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.
Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.
”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”
The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.
”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.
”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.
He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…
He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.
Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.
”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.
Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.
Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.
”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.
His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.
”Please,” he gasped.
”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.
He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.
You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.
”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”
Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.
”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.
Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.
”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.
Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.
Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.
He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.
Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.
“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.
“Y/n-“
“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.
“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.
“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.
Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.
”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.
He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.
Cheater Cheater Event!!! - NSFW
Featuring: Timeskip! Cheater Daichi
Warnings: afab reader, power dynamics, cunnilingus, blowjobs, cheating (obviously), y/n is a lil toxic but in a hot way
Words: 2.3k
Minors dni!
I’m so excited to have participated in this event. I really wanted this piece to be perfect and whilst I don’t condone cheating, whew! I’d cheat with Daichi 🤤 go check out @a-kaash-me-outside to see other entries in the collab or to check her stuff out in general! Thanks so much for hosting!
Never again. Daichi tells himself that everytime he finds himself with his hands twisted in your hair, mouth moving possessively against yours. As your hands pull at his hair and nails claw at his back. As he ruts desperately into your heat, cream lining the base of his cock. As he tells you how good you are, how perfect for him, how delicious you taste.
It’s what he tells himself as he opens the door to your smirking face, so much like your sister’s. He had tried to ignore you, to ignore your texts and videos, knowing that his radio silence wouldn’t deter you because time and time again it ended with him sending the same message. A desperate ’I need you’, because all Daichi could think about was the feel of your nails on his scalp, your lips on his neck, and your tight fucking pussy clenching down as he filled you up again and again.
The thoughts plagued him as he kissed Aiko off for work. They were on his mind as they sat through another uppity dinner that Daichi would have rather had at home. Worst of all, they were all he could think about on the occasions Aiko tried to initiate some sort of intimacy between them. All he could think of when he had his girlfriend's lips on his was how much he wanted his lips on yours.
You don’t say anything when you enter, crowding Daichi’s space as he shuts the door behind you. You don’t say anything as you reach your arms around Daichi’s neck, shudders running up his spine as your fingers scratch his scalp before fisting it in your hands to pull him into a bruising kiss. Just like that a flip is switched and Daichi feels like his skin is burning all over. His hands grab and flex at your hips, groaning as he kisses you with lips soft but forceful. It doesn’t take much prompting for you to open your mouth to him and let your tongues move over each other. It’s sloppy and desperate. Daichi can feel how the saliva dampens both your mouths but he knows you don’t mind, always smirking in satisfaction when he spits in it. He doesn’t do that now though. Not yet, he knows.
Instead Daichi reaches his hands around your thighs and hoists you up, shifting so he doesn't have to stop kissing you. He knows you can feel his erection between you when you smirk against his mouth. You hadn’t been there, in his arms, for more than five minutes and already Daichi was hard to the point of pain.
He walks you to the bedroom, their bedroom he thinks with some shame, but then your lips drift to his jaw down to his neck and the thought floats away as he feels your teeth at his jugular.
”Y/n…” he murmurs, the first words that manage to leave his lips since you’d arrived.
You lick a line along his collarbone in response before sliding from his arms. Daichi doesn’t like it but he doesn’t stop you as he sees your arms reach for the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. A curse falls from his lips as your lingerie is revealed to him, the colour standing in beautiful contrast to your skin. He can’t stop staring at your body. The sway of your hips hypnotises him as you walk towards him.
”Take off your shirt.” You demand softly as you fall to your knees before him and Daichi wastes no time following your order. Your pleased hum makes him bite his lip.
Daichi tries to stand still but he can feel his body vibrating with anticipation as your hands slide up his thighs only to lightly skim against his erection and he tries to thrust in the sensation.
”You’re so worked up,” you tut mockingly from your knees. Slowly you undo his trousers and pull them down along with his briefs. ”If you’d let me, I could have helped you out sooner.”
The irony of who’s really in control is not lost on him. Daichi briefly considers responding but then your mouth is on him and it punches the breath from him. Your mouth is so hot around him. You lean back from a moment to spit on his cock and it makes Daichi moan at how filthy it is everytime. Whenever you take him into your mouth it is immediate, mouth sucking him until the head of him hits the back of your throat. Your hands are on his ass helping him to thrust into your mouth, drool spilling from the sides. It’s always too much but Daichi thinks it would be far worse if you stopped. He loses himself in the feel of your tongue licking along the veins of his cock and the light scrape of your teeth on his shaft and the squeeze of your throat. He reaches the peak so quickly with how relentlessly you suck him and then it is gone and his chest is heaving.
”You always make such pretty sounds.” You hum as you rise slowly, nails running up Daichi’s chest and he twitches under your administrations, before reaching your arms around his neck to pull him into another bruising kiss. One of his hands reaches down to grip your ass and the other makes swift work of your bra, wanting to feel your skin against his without any barriers.
”Eager aren’t y-” Daichi cuts you off with a bite to your neck and is rewarded with a gasp.
He spins you quickly, backing you into the bed until you stumble onto it. Daichi kicks off his trousers and wastes no time following you down. He groans into the kisses. He can’t help but feel overwhelmed by the feeling of your soft flesh in his hands. This is all that he could think about and it was all he could do to hold out this long but now that you’re here…
He pulls away abruptly and you whine lightly but he wastes no time explaining his actions. Instead he yanks at your panties and just barely finds the control to not rip them from your body in his eagerness to get to your pussy. Finally. Finally, he thinks, as his eyes roam your naked form. The rise and fall of your chest as you pant lightly, the swell of your hips into plush thighs, the plump lips of your sex, and your eyes. They stare straight into his, daring him into action.
Daichi parts your thighs and nestles himself between them, the scent of your arousal making his mouth water and his eyes glaze over. He uses his thumbs to spread you open in his bed- their bed, and god does he feel disgusted with himself, but not nearly enough to stop him from grinding his erection into the mattress at the sight of your weeping pussy. Your hole flutters as he stares and Daichi brushes the pad of his thumbs over it, entranced.
”You have no idea how fucking good you look right now,” he groans before diving in and moaning at the taste of you.
Daichi slurped eagerly between your legs, large, rough hands holding your thighs open. It stole the breath from your lungs, how eagerly he licked at you. His tongue worked wide and flat over your clit in long strokes, and then it was at your entrance to catch the grool that dripped from you. The sound of it was filthy and filled the room mixing with the symphony of your gasps and whimpers. Daichi slurped at you like a man dying of thirst. It had been weeks since your last meeting and far too many months since this whole thing had begun. Daichi was always aware of the time limit to get his fill of you and desperation worked in every action.
Your moans only drove him further into insanity as Daichi felt himself get drunker and drunker on the taste of you. You moaned with abandon. You moaned like someone who had nothing to hide. Like you didn’t care who heard you. Like you didn’t care if your sister walked into their home to find you with your legs wrapped around Daichi’s head and it only drove him to lap at you more. Your thighs trembled in his hands, flesh spilling between his fingers, and he used his grip to pull you closer. You were going to cum. He could feel it in the flex of your hole as he worked his tongue into it and Daichi knew he craved the taste of your cream far too much for him to ever stop.
”Daichi!” You gasped desperately, and then your thighs were clamped around his head, hips grinding into his mouth as you came. It tasted so sweet that Daichi was moaning along with you. He licked until your body went limp and then he crawled up from where he lay between your thighs, sucking hickeys and bruises into your skin on his way. Your chest rose and fell heavily in the aftermath of your orgasm but Daichi gave you no chance to recover as he claimed your lips as his own. He worked his tongue into your mouth and grunted when you sucked on it.
His cock throbbed painfully from where it was pressed between the two of you. Daichi ached to be inside you, hips thrusting against you subconsciously. He was so engrossed in kissing you and the sweet friction of his cock rubbing against your skin that he was grunted in surprise when his back hit the mattress and he found himself beneath you. You slid your wetness over his cock, smearing your cum over his hard skin.
”Please,” he gasped.
”Since you asked so nicely,” you said, but Daichi could hear the edge of a moan in your voice and it pleased him to know it was because of him.
He watched as you sat up on your knees and reached down to put the tip of him at your entrance but you didn’t sink down onto him just yet. You were smirking at him, at his desperation. With a growl Daichi used his hold on your hips to thrust up into you, cock breaching your walls and he moaned loudly with relief despite only barely being in you. You’d cried out when he’d done it and now your voice was hitching with whines as you worked your way down his cock slowly. Daichi bit his lip as he watched himself slide into your tight heat. It was the only way to keep himself from moaning so he could listen to you. Hearing the sounds you’d make as you filled yourself up with him was almost as good as the feeling of being inside you.
You let out a soft sigh as Daichi bottomed out that opened into a cry when he couldn’t resist thrusting up. He was back to begging, his thrusts only serving to tease the sensitive head of his cock as it ground within you.
”It’s alright baby,” you whispered gently as you rose until only the tip of him was inside you, ”I’ll take care of you.”
Unlike when you sucked at him, you took your time to slide down his cock again. You weren’t slow necessarily, but you moved with measured strokes up and down and it was driving Daichi crazy.
”So good-” Daichi’s voice broke as he moaned.
Your walls were gummy around him, squeezing and fluttering with each movement. Even now as you rode him, his hips were twitching and rocking up. He couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted to stay inside you forever and each time his hips took on a life of their own Daichi could hear your breath stutter, your moans grow hoarse as he used your pussy.
”Daichi,” you moaned, breath catching in your throat on a particularly forceful thrust that had his cock kissing your cervix.
Daichi felt your rhythm falter. He could feel your walls beginning to clamp down on him and the ring of cream forming around the base of his cock. You were getting close again. You were chanting his name as Daichi tightened his grip on your hips so he could slam you down on his cock. Again and again he pulled you to him.
Your mouth had fallen open in a silent scream and then you were soaking his lap, your cum dripping down his balls. All for him. This was all for him and he loved it. He loved how your nails dug into his skin as he fucked you through your orgasm. He loved how your breath shuddered through you in sobs as you came down. And he loved how your pussy was still choking his dick as his hips refused to slow.
He was falling hard into your body and Daichi wasn’t sure he could find the way out anymore. He sat up quickly, his hips stilling as he claimed your mouth once more.
Suddenly your hand was grabbing Daichi’s chin, forcing him to pull away from you. You started to bounce once more with his face gripped in your hand. He could barely make your face out as his eyes narrowed in pleasure, but he could see the cold possession in your gaze.
“Tell me I’m better.” Daichi started lightly at the demand.
“Y/n-“
“Tell me I’m better than Aiko.” You sharply cut off his protest, your hips speeding up as you rode him.
“You- you're better.” Daichi heard himself gasp out, but the words felt like they came from someone else. “So good- so much fucking better.”
“Tell me you’re mine.” You growled and Daichi wanted to whine pitifully as he felt his balls tighten.
“I’m yours. I’m yours” Daich chanted over and over. The words were the ultimate betrayal. White blinded his vision and came harder than he ever thought he could.
Daichi knew he was ruined. That he would never let you go or stop this madness.
”Aiko will never be able to do this to you.” You whispered softly in his ear.
He knew this was a one way ride to misery, but god did it feel so right being in your arms.
𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕚'𝕤 ~ 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓 ~
i literally just did a small, cute, 3k event but i have not been able to stop thinking about cheating fics
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮:
♡ cheating irl? not good at all, horrendous, would never commend.
♡ cheating with fictional characters in fictional spaces? mmyum.
♡ either the character you choose or the reader can be the titular cheater cheater, we don't discriminate. fic can be centered around:
reader is cheating on said character
reader is cheating with said character
character is cheating with reader
character is cheating on reader
they’re both cheaters (read: cheater cheater cheater cheater)
♡ entry due by: august 1st! ♡ fic completed by: september 1st!
𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:
♡ be 18 or older, even if you're writing sfw!~
♡ write anything u want, any format, as long as it's over 500 words! dark content welcome as long as it's tagged accordingly
♡ multifandom!!! hq, aot, mha, jjk ~
♡ anyone can join! send me an ask or message with:
character you're writing about (one fic per character, first come first serve!!)
which type of cheater we're vibin with
genre (nsfw/sfw, smut, angst, fluff)
♡ please reblog this post if you're participating or thinking about participating to get the word around!
𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠:
♡ make it clear that it's apart of the collab! please tag it with #cheater cheater collab so that they'll all be in the same place~~
♡ tag me so that i can reblog it and put it on the masterlist! ~~
𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥
𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 ~
♡ @ultamatrix ♡ ~~ kuroo / nsfw
♡ @a-kaash-me-outside ♡ ~~ osamu / nsfw
♡ @kodzukuroken ♡ ~~ atsumu / nsfw
♡ @haikyutiehoe ♡ ~~ meian / nsfw
♡ @alwaysaslutforfic ♡ ~~ daichi / nsfw
cheater cheater
characters: bokuto, brief mentions of atsumu, akaashi is mentioned once; post! timeskip
wc: 6.3k
warnings: angst!! slightly suggestive for like two paragraphs (it’s italicized), mostly sfw, cheating obviosly
tagging: @a-kaash-me-outside
a/n: in no way shape or form do I condone cheating nor do I think bokuto would ever cheat, the collab was just too fun to pass up... PLEASE head on over to @a-kaash-me-outside’s blog for the rest of the cheater cheater collab pieces!
Bokuto was seated across from you at the small dining table-it only sat four people because he had said a bigger dining table meant more space between him and yourself. You set your cup down, the water doing little to ease the nerves pooling in your stomach. You tried to stop the bouncing of your leg too but to no avail. Your eyes scanned your lover’s face, starting with his eyes that stared at a random spot on the table, down the bridge of his nose toward his lips that were set into a firm line. He was deep in thought, that much was obvious. His hair was disheveled from how many times he ran his hand through it.
Bokuto wasn’t acting like himself, and it’s safe to say he’s been like this for about a week now. His overflowing affection for you is nowhere to be found, and you figured it had something to do with their recent loss. Sure, the MSBY boys were no strangers to the concept of losing, however they had practiced tirelessly for this match and had been so sure of themselves. So, you attributed Bokuto’s uncharacteristic mood to last week’s match and went on with your day.
What else were you supposed to do after he reassured you he was fine and just needed space. You wanted to do nothing more than to pull him into a hug and run your fingers through his hair, telling him he’d win the next match for sure and that you’d one hundred percent be there, unlike the last match.
You felt as though your absence may have affected him more than he cared to admit, and you’re correct. Bokuto did want you to be there, but how could he be upset with you over you not going when you try to go to all of his matches. He understands that you can’t get away from work every time and that your work is just as important to you as volleyball is for him. He couldn’t be selfish, but he had to admit to himself he was disappointed.
However, the loss was the least of his worries.
“Kou?”
He blinked several times before his gaze lifted toward your own concerned one. “Yeah?” His expression was blank, devoid of any emotion.
Your brows furrowed in growing worry and instinctively, your hand reached out across the table in hopes his own would grasp it. You were throwing him a lifeline, hoping he’d catch it.
He didn’t. His hands remained in his lap. You couldn’t see it, but he was twirling his thumbs around each other in a poor attempt at easing his own nerves. But you could see the slightest of wrinkles on his forehead, and the way his eyes didn’t glimmer as bright as they usually did. You were afraid to speak again. Clearly his inner turmoil was slowly breaking him down, and whatever it was you wanted it to stop. But how? How could you make it stop when you couldn’t even bring yourself to ask him what was wrong, afraid that another push into any direction would be the wrong direction and you’d set him off.
Taking a deep breath, readying yourself to ask him if he was okay, your hand gripped the cup you realized you never let go. You were holding onto it so tight your knuckles were turning white. Maybe you needed the lifeline.
“Kou, are you okay?”
He continued looking at you. His gaze gradually relaxed until a slight smile curved his lips. “Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, was just thinking about practice today.” With that, he pushed his chair back, the scraping of the chair’s legs against the linoleum too loud in the silence. You couldn’t help but cringe as it rang in your ears. Standing up, he picked up his plate and walked into the kitchen, dumping the food into the trash before putting it in the sink. Your eyes followed his every move, and you realized he had barely eaten anything.
Before leaving the kitchen, he stopped at the table and gave you one last look. “I’m gonna shower, ‘kay?”
You hummed and watched him leave as your heart permanently lodged itself in your throat. You could hear his footsteps fade the further he walked from you. You looked down at your food that was probably too cold to eat, and then at your hand that was still holding onto the cup like it could save you from what you were feeling. You let the cup go and massage your hand before it begins to cramp. Tears pooled in your eyes and you blinked them away, not wanting to make this personal…not yet anyway. Sighing, you did what Bokuto had done moments ago in the kitchen. After emptying your plate, you walk over to the sink and stare at the dirty dishes. Well, they weren’t going to wash themselves.
While Bokuto showered, you got ready for bed using the hallway bathroom and when you were dressed in your pajamas, you snuggled into bed hoping that maybe he’d be up for some cuddles. While you waited, you stared at the ceiling, wondering how bad their loss could have been to have your boyfriend in such an awful slump.
You had started falling asleep when your cell phone pinged. You unlocked your phone to see it was a text from Atsumu.
9:48 PM – Atsumu: Hey, are you and Bokuto in a fight?
Your brows furrowed as you read over his text, chewing on your bottom lip as you wondered what could have possibly made him think that. Well, Bokuto’s mood obviously but you would’ve thought he of all people should know why he’s feeling down.
9:50 PM – You: Uh, no. Has he said we are?
As soon as you hit send Bokuto opens the bathroom door, startling you in the process. The scent of his shampoo follows him as he walks around the room. You inhale out of habit, suddenly getting hit with a pang of nostalgia. That soapy scent that clung to him whenever you cuddled him after his shower was strong enough to ease your worries, and suddenly you wanted nothing more than to be engulfed in his arms.
You sink back into bed, leaving your phone on the nightstand in the process. You turn on your side as you watch Bokuto sit on the edge of the bed, his back toward you. You tug on the hem of his shirt to get his attention.
He turns around, a brow raised, and you know he’s waiting for you to speak.
“Atsumu asked me if we’re fighting.”
He swallowed and you could see his Adam’s apple bob, causing you to sit up.
“Bokuto, have you told them we’ve been fighting?”
Bokuto couldn’t bring himself to say no because he knew it was going to be easier for him to handle you being mad at him over this than over why he was truly pushing you away. He wanted to get used to the silence before sealing the deal. He knew it was selfish of him. He was cushioning the blow for himself, but who would cushion it for you?
You mistook his silence for a definitive yes. Why was he telling his teammates that you and him were in the middle of a fight? When you in fact were not. You say his name, this time your voice is a little louder, firmer.
“Bokuto.”
His heart clenched at your use of his surname. There was no love laced in your voice either, only concern and a growing frustration. But you were still at his side. He was still going to get to feel the bed dip from your weight, and he’d savor it; he’d savor every last bit. He didn’t say anything other than a soft-spoken goodnight. He lied on his back and got comfortable under the covers, or as comfortable as he could since you were still sitting up and glaring daggers at him.
“This isn’t over.” You sighed for what seemed like the hundredth time since he had returned home from practice. You reach for your phone to send Atsumu one last text before turning off the lamp on your nightstand.
10:13 PM – You: I guess we are…
By the time you wake up Bokuto’s gone. You look over at his side of the bed, running your fingers over his pillow. There was no use in starting your day in a sour mood, so you swing your legs off the bed and stand up, deciding that your boyfriend’s mood won’t ruin yours. You start to get ready for work, the only noise in your room coming from the open window. Quickly, you make your way toward the kitchen, making breakfast while the TV hums quietly in the background. You needed some form of noise other than the ticking of the clock and the air conditioning, and the news did just fine in filling the apartment with whatever was going on in the world.
While you eat, Atsumu sends you another text.
7:27 AM – Atsumu: Are you okay?
You lock your phone after skimming over the message, not bothering to respond yet. Damn Atsumu and the care he has for you. Being Bokuto’s girlfriend comes with its perks. You both share the same group of friends because let’s admit, who could hate them. Of course, you both have your share of personal friends but for the most part, you’re always around one of Bokuto’s friends.
Throughout the years as Bokuto’s girlfriend, Atsumu and you became close. His friendship turned into one you valued a lot, but you couldn’t deal with his questions at the moment, not before work. Later. Later would be better.
And like that, later turned into never. You were headed home from work and had gone through the day with no text or call from your beloved partner. You can’t say the same for Atsumu. He called you during your lunch break, which you ignored, and he texted several times more after. You ignored them all.
This wasn’t like Bokuto, and you were beginning to get tired of the radio silence. He never pushed you away, especially when he needed you the most.
Then it dawned on you.
He’s going to break up with you. It only made sense considering it seemed like he no longer needed you. Suddenly, an immense weight fell on your shoulders at the thought of having to face the fact that he no longer loves you. When did he stop? You rack your brain for clues, for telltale signs that show he obviously doesn’t want to be with you anymore. And that’s when the confusion settles in because prior to their loss he had never gone a day without telling you he loved you. Not a day had gone by without him looking at you with the utmost adoration. He never stopped loving you.
So, why the sudden change? If it wasn’t you, was it the team?
You pulled out your phone to call Atsumu, feeling that for the first time in over a week you had an idea of what was going on. He answers after the first ring and you can’t help the smile that graces your features.
“Finally, I hear from ya.” You can hear the scowl in his voice and you huff out a quiet laugh.
“I’m sorry, ‘tsumu. Hey, I’ve got a question.”
“Uh-oh, sounds serious. Should I be worried?”
You hold your phone between your shoulder and ear as you unlock the front door of your shared apartment with Bokuto. Atsumu can hear the jingle of your keys as you hum a quiet no in response to his question. He can hear you shut the door behind you and the click of the lock, no doubt your shoes probably being slipped off after shrugging off your coat. You drop your keys in a bowl by the door before making your way to the kitchen to get something to drink.
“Atsumu, I’m the one that’s worried. Did Bokuto get into an argument with any of you guys after your last game?”
Atsumu swallows thickly as he recalls the memory of the last game, shuddering as if you had just rubbed salt into the wound. He thinks about what Bokuto had said after, about how he wished you were there and that he would’ve played better had you been cheering him on. But he can’t remember a fight. After the game, the group hit a bar and got tipsy. The night blurs into a muddied mess he can’t remember.
You wait with baited breath as he silently picks through his brain, trying to gather the pieces of that night. You’re about to say his name to get his attention but he speaks up before you can.
“No, we haven’t fought since then. But that’s what I wanted to talk to ya about. Are you two fighting?”
You set down the cup you reached for and fill it with water. “No, Atsumu, we’re not. Which is why I was hoping he’s been upset with one of you guys.” You take a sip and set the cup down harder than you intended. Water spilled over the edge and you shook your hand to get the water off.
“Hoping?” Atsumu can hear you open and close a cabinet.
You wiped down the counter after having grabbed a napkin. You sigh into the phone as you throw it in the trash. “Yes, Atsumu. I was hoping.”
That’s when Atsumu hears it, the helplessness in your voice.
You’re slowly coming to the realization that Bokuto doesn’t want you anymore. You hear keys jingling and the door knob rattle, announcing your boyfriend’s arrival. The panic you feel terrifies you but you can’t help it.
“I gotta go ‘tsumu! He’s here.” And with that, you hang up.
Bokuto steps in quietly despite seeing that the kitchen light is on. It’s only late in the evening, still too early to go to sleep, but he was hoping he wouldn’t have to see your face or hear your voice. He needed to keep the distance. He holds his breath as he slips his shoes off and drops his duffel bag by the couch, waiting for you to come bounding up to him the way you usually do to greet him after practice. But you don’t. And he’s afraid. He’s afraid to call out your name, afraid that you’ll respond.
You’re frozen in place by the counter, gazing at the water in your cup, vision blurring the longer you stare. Bokuto takes cautious steps toward the kitchen, and when his eyes land on your obviously tense figure his heart deflates. You both were walking on eggshells around each other, and he was to blame.
He could tell you now and get the heartbreak over with, but the devil on his shoulder told him to wait one more week. Just one more. It was awfully selfish and it made his gut twist in guilt but he couldn’t let you go. You’re his everything. You kept him grounded. Who was going to tell him to take a break when he pushed himself too hard during practice? Who was going to wash his hair when he was too tired, or simply because he wanted to spend time with you? Who was going to reassure him every morning and night? No one else would hold him the way you did because you held him as if he’d disappear. No one would love him the way you did.
You blinked several times before shifting your gaze to his face, and you noticed the way his eyes welled with tears.
“Kou? Do you still love me?”
His heart clenched as he registered your words. He wanted nothing more than to pull you into a hug and apologize for how he’s been treating you. You have no idea how much he wishes that’s all he has to apologize for, how desperately he wants to be able to blame their recent game for his awful behavior.
His ears ring with your question. He does still love you, and precisely because he loves you, he should tell you.
You stand there, waiting for Bokuto to answer. His eyebrows furrow as he thinks, and you wonder if he truly has to think about how to respond to a simple yes or no question. He doesn’t speak, but he closes the gap between you with quick strides. He pulls you into his arms, cradling the back of your head with one of his hands while his other arm snakes around your waist.
He holds you close as he wills the tears not to fall, and as he runs his fingers through your hair, he recalls the brief moments he remembers of that night. He shuts his eyes to force the images away but that only makes them more vivid.
He knew it was wrong as his fingers danced along her skin. Was he that upset about your absence from his game? He understood you were busy, and yet he couldn’t stop thinking about what could’ve happened had you been there. Perhaps they would’ve won. Perhaps they could’ve made it further into the tournament. Perhaps they could’ve stepped onto the court once more. All these maybes and what ifs were useless, he knew that. And yet…
He was too far gone to care as he let himself indulge in the girl beneath him. She clung to him tightly as he continued to take the stress and the disappointment of the day out. A light sheen of sweat was present on both of their bodies, and the moon illuminated them throughout the entire time, like a blanket meant to keep Bokuto Koutaro’s secret. The pleasure was short lived as he realized that she didn’t fit perfectly against him the way you did. You two were like puzzle pieces that fit every time, two souls bound together. He couldn’t bear to keep his eyes open. He squeezed them shut tight and his ears rang with the lewd sounds that tumbled past her red lips.
Bokuto opens his eyes as he clings to you. A single, guilty thought sat in the back of his mind, however. What she doesn’t know won’t kill her. Bokuto’s arms slightly tighten at the intrusion. He shouldn’t be thinking like this. If he loved you, he wouldn’t be playing with your emotions the way he currently was. He saw the way your eyes looked at him after asking him if he still loved you. The way your eyes, glassy with unshed tears, were like an open door. He could see the fear, the confusion, the hope-your life was hanging on the balance of that one question. He knew his answer would either lift the current weight off your chest or would weigh you down until you couldn’t breathe.
So, he decided to wait.
He let out a shaky breath as he pulled back to look at you. “Of course, I still love you.” He turned you so that he could lead you toward the room. “Come on, let’s get some sleep.”
You eyed him warily, unconvinced despite his reassurance, but for tonight you’d play along. You were tired, both mentally and emotionally. So, you wait for your boyfriend to turn off the kitchen lights, then let him lead you to your bedroom. Bokuto gulps as he walks down the hallway with his hand on the small of your back. He felt worse than before, and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to make it through another week. He desperately wanted to give himself a few more days with you, but the guilt was eating him alive.
The atmosphere is tense as the both of you get ready for bed, opting to take turns using the bathroom unlike your usual routine, which consists of the two of you shoving each other to get to the sink first. Tonight, there’d be no playful shoves while brushing your teeth, just your own pair of eyes with dark bags under your eyes staring back at you.
You settle into bed, both of you staying on your own side. You’ve been with Bokuto long enough to know he can’t sleep without holding you, so you’re very aware of the dark bags under his eyes too. Neither of you have been able to get much sleep, and tonight is no different. He tosses and turns, kicks the blanket off then pulls it over him again. And this continues well into the early morning, until finally you give in and reach for his hand.
He tenses up, then slowly starts to relax. You turn on your side so you can wrap an arm around his torso, and you can tell he isn’t fully relaxing his body into the mattress. You pull him close, your hand rubbing circles into his lower back, and his breathing eventually deepens. Sighing, you kiss his forehead and cup his face in your hand, your thumb smoothing out the wrinkles on his forehead, then rubbing over the apples of his cheek.
He was distraught and you weren’t sure why. It had to be more than having lost a match. He’d lost games before and never reacted like this. You kiss his forehead once more before wrapping his arms around you so that you too could fall asleep. Maybe tomorrow during that split second after waking up where your memory is foggy, you’ll think that it’s just another morning waking up in his arms. And maybe you’ll be able to trick yourself, for even just the briefest of moments, that you’re happy.
Bokuto may have had the same idea because after waking up the following morning, the sky still a pale blue, the city still quiet, he forgets what’s been plaguing his mind. He pulls you in close and kisses your forehead like he always did before. A smile graces his face, and it’s a genuine smile. The one where his eyes turn into crescents and his lips pull back to reveal his teeth. He’s happy, truly happy, for a few seconds. And then the weight of the world collapses on him and he feels like he’s falling. He rubs his temple with a hand then untangles himself from you, giving you one last longing look before stepping into the bathroom to get ready.
He always goes to the gym before practice, and if not the gym, then he goes for a run. He gets ready for the rest of his day as quietly as possible so as to not wake you up, and before he leaves the room, he leans over your sleeping figure and presses a kiss to your forehead, then the tip of your nose. He looks at you and feels his chest tighten because this is what he threw away. He risked the unconditional love and safety you gave him all because he was upset that you couldn’t go. There was no excusing that. It was a ridiculous reason really, because it makes him sound selfish. And he was, in that brief moment, he was selfish and it was going to cost him a relationship he never thought would end. Because when he pictured his wife, it was you. You two were supposed to grow old together. It was supposed to be you and him in this life and every other life that was to come.
He blinks the tears away, leaves a chaste kiss, and turns to leave the room when you reach out and tug at his shirt. Sleepily, you mumble a soft I love you then let go. You continue sleeping as if you hadn’t just ripped his heart out. Bokuto covers his mouth before he can let out a choked sob. He deserves to feel this torment and more, because what you’d be feeling would be a thousand times worse. He turns on his heels and leaves the room, not bothering to grab breakfast before leaving the apartment. He had to get away, because being inside your shared dwelling was suffocating.
The next few days go by like a blur. You’ve gradually become accustomed to the quieter responses you get from your boyfriend. He’s somewhat responsive now and reciprocates the featherlight kisses you press to his cheek whenever he arrives or leaves your home, and you think that maybe he’s beginning to get over it. However, you can tell he’s not completely back.
So, when Bokuto asks you to wash his hair after one of his practice sessions, you think finally, his sour mood is gone and the Bokuto you know and love is back. You hope he’ll be cuddly after because you miss being in his arms-his arms that kept you safe and warm. Nothing would ever beat being held by him because he held you like nothing else mattered, as if nothing more important would ever exist at the same time as him.
Little did you know, Bokuto was savoring the last few moments he was allowing himself to share with you. He’d tell you tonight. He didn’t want to tell you, but my god, the guilt was gnawing at his insides. Every time he looked at you his stomach would turn, and seeing the hopeful look in your eyes when he’d press a kiss to your cheek was like a punch to his gut. He knew you deserved better.
You follow Bokuto into your shared room, a small smile raising the corner of your lips as you walk past him and into the bathroom. “I’m gonna start your bath, Kou.”
He hums in response as he starts to pull his shirt over his head, but stops and pulls his shirt back down so he can scan your shared bedroom. He’d probably never see his room with your belongings again. His place won’t feel as inhabited considering he was gone for long hours most of the time, whether it be for training or practice, matches at home or out of the country. You made his apartment feel like a home, with your clothes thrown over the chair in the corner of the room, your skincare a disarray in the bathroom cabinets after the two of you would have your weekly skincare date because sometimes it was all he’d have time for but at least you were spending time together. He noticed the books on your nightstand, one a little more worn out than the rest because it was your favorite. He knows if he were to open it, he’d find your messy handwriting, which was usually neat but because of the limited space it looked messy, in the margins of the pages. Your glasses sat atop the book and that’s how he knows you had been reading it before he arrived.
He looks over to the closet where your clothes are clearly overtaking his half. Once you leave, he’ll have room to spare. He finds the rest of your books sitting atop the shelves in the closet, and he recalls you shoving them in any place they’d fit because you just had so many. His eyes wander to the photos of the two of you, some plastered to the walls while others are placed in picture frames that sit atop both of your nightstands, your vanity, your bookshelf, anywhere that has enough space for a frame. He hopes you’ll let him keep a few, for his memories’ sake.
You peek your head out from the bathroom after having called out Bokuto’s name twice, only to be ignored. “Hey Kou, did you not hear me?”
He turns around, tears falling down his cheeks. Your frustration is long forgotten as you walk toward him, pulling him into the tightest embrace. “Kou, whatever it is that’s bothering you…you know you can tell me, right?”
At that, he sobs. Loud. His shoulders shake uncontrollably as the dam he had built throughout the past two weeks crumbles. His resolve shatters as his tears soak your shirt. His fingers grip your shirt tightly as he holds you impossibly close. He manages to quiet down, choking on his whispered response. “But I can’t tell you.”
You try to pull back, but his grip only gets tighter as he buries his face into your neck. “Kou, you need to tell me why you’re so worked up. Baby, I’m worried about you.”
He lets you pull back just a bit, and you cup his face so you can thumb his tears away. His heart constricts at both the pet name and at the way you’re gently holding his face. He continues to speak in a hushed tone. “I can’t tell you because you’ll hate me and never want to see me.” At his admission, tears well in his eyes again and you can’t wipe them away quick enough. You settle for just cupping his face in your hands.
“Why would I hate you? Did you do something worth hating?”
He squeezes his eyes shut, not being able to look at you as he nods. At this, your own heart constricts, and the concern your heart held for Bokuto slowly turned into anguish. What had he done?
“Bokuto…what did you do?”
He opens his eyes, the anguish in your heart somehow reflected in them. You could see the fear, it was the same fear you had last week, the fear of losing one another. He stumbled over his own words; the panic evident. “I-I’m your Kou!” He choked on his own sobs as he clung to you once more.
You were at your wits end though. You were tired of feeling like something was being kept from you. “Bokuto, please! Just spit it out!”
His eyebrows were furrowed and his eyes were shut tight as he confessed. “I cheated! Okay?!” His chest heaved as if he had just run a marathon. “I cheated…” he repeated, quieter this time.
Your hands fell to your sides, your body numb as you processed what he just said. He cheated? Cheated when? With who? No, you didn’t want to know who. You felt your knees begin to buckle, so you sat on the bed before you could fall. You stared ahead but not really seeing. You couldn’t tell if you wanted to cry out of disappointment, out of sadness, or out of anger.
Despite clearing your voice, it still came out strained when you spoke. “When?”
Bokuto looked at you with wide eyes. “When what?”
“My god Bokuto, don't be an idiot. When did you cheat?”
He grimaced as you called him both by his last name and an idiot. It hurt like hell and he wanted nothing more than to fall to his knees to beg you to talk about something else, about how you two were going to get over this. But he was glued to his spot. “The night we lost.”
You scoffed after realizing it’s the only game you missed this season. “So, let me get this straight…I miss one game and you screw some random girl that looks your way?” You stand up, realizing if you stay beside him, you’ll cave. Because with that look of utter remorse you’re sure he could convince you to stay, but you won’t. As easy as it is to forgive Bokuto Koutaro, you know you’ll never forget. You can try and work this out with him, but this is something you’d hold over his head for the rest of his life. You knew that’d only make your life miserable. So, you walk to the closet and grab a duffel bag, throwing in a few changes of clothes to get you through a couple of days until you’ve completely moved out.
Bokuto sees the resolve on your face, and he knows that no amount of crying and begging will get you to stay. He stands in the doorway of the closet, effectively blocking your only way out, and he foolishly asks you a question he already knows the answer to. “Can’t you stay? Can’t we work this out? Because it wasn’t like that I swear!” He tentatively reaches his hand out, but you retreat.
You finally look at him, angry tears spilling down your cheeks. “So, what am I supposed to make of this then?! Huh?!” You turn your head so you can blink the tears away.
“I don’t know! Think of anything other than me not loving you because I swear, I do!” Warm tears run down his cheeks again, this time in defeat.
You angrily wipe at your eyes. “No, Bokuto! If you loved me, you wouldn’t have done that! How could you have been so selfish?! You knew I was busy and yet you couldn’t keep it in your pants long enough until you got home!” You dropped your duffel bag after zipping it closed. “You came home to me right after, Bokuto! I took care of you that night because of how wasted you were! You came home and slept beside me after doing God knows what!” This time you let the tears flow freely, hoping that the hurt in your eyes and the pain laced in your voice hurt your now ex-boyfriend tenfold. You wanted him to hurt the way you were and more.
He reached for you, pulling you into his arms, and you had never felt more repulsed in your life. His arms that once promised security and safety, his arms that you could call home, no longer were any of that because those same arms embraced another woman. You shoved Bokuto off, pushing him as hard as you could but it didn’t faze him. “Bokuto, move.”
The look in your eyes was enough to kill, and so he stepped aside. He was frozen in place as he watched you grab the duffel bag from the floor and walk past him as if he’s not there. He watches as you grab your phone to call God knows who, but when he hears you say Atsumu’s name, his stomach flips. Atsumu would hate him for this, probably for the rest of their lives.
You continue surveying the room and the bathroom for any necessities you may need as you wait for Atsumu to stop talking. Your voice is hoarse when you speak. “I’m leaving in a minute or so, Atsumu. I’d rather drive myself then wait for you to get here. I can’t spend another second with him.”
Bokuto balls his hands into fists because now you won’t even address him by his name. He knows he’s the one to blame, yet he can’t help the tinge of jealousy.
“I know I’m in no condition to drive, but I just can’t stay!” You let out a frustrated breath. “Sorry ‘tsumu. I’d just rather risk it right now. Look, I finished packing. I’ll see you soon.” You hang up the call as you sling the duffel bag over your shoulder and start walking down the hallway.
Bokuto knows there’s nothing worth saving anymore, you have made your decision abundantly clear, and yet he follows you anyway. He stands a few feet away from the entrance, giving you plenty of space so you can put on your sweater and shoes. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse too, and he has to clear it several times so he can speak clearly.
“Can I…can I keep a few photos?”
You pause midway of tying your shoes and look up from your crouched position by the door. His figure is blurry from the tears you’re holding back, so you let out a humorless chuckle to mask the hurt because you would not give Bokuto the satisfaction of knowing that you too felt like your heart had been ripped out. You notice him flinch at your indifference and feel a small sense of pride, but the feeling doesn’t last nearly as long as you hoped. “Do whatever you want with the photos, Bokuto. I don’t care.”
You stand up, suddenly not wanting to leave. This had been your home for the last few years, he had been your home for the last few years. You take in a deep breath, readying yourself for whatever it is you’ll feel once you leave. You put your hand on the door knob and pause, looking at Bokuto over your shoulder. “I hope it was worth it.”
Bokuto can only watch from where he’s glued to the floor. His limbs feel too heavy to move. Your figure is blurry to him as well, but he shamelessly lets the tears fall. He wants you to see that he’s sorry despite knowing that won’t change the outcome of the situation.
You step outside, the cool air allowing you to breathe freely for once in the last two weeks. Before shutting the door, you give him one last, good look. “I’ll come get my stuff when you’re not home, and since you’re never really home it shouldn’t be that hard.” You couldn’t help the jabs that you were throwing his way.
“I’ll have ‘tsumu accompany me, so I can be sure you won’t be here. I know you won’t wanna face him any time soon.”
Bokuto just nods, because he hears you but doesn’t quite understand. His ears are ringing after every sentence you speak. He doesn’t hear the soft goodbye Bokuto that tumbles past your lips before closing the door with a soft click. And he wishes he had, because his name coming from your lips would always sound heavenly no matter in what tone you said it.
He walks toward the window and pushes the curtain aside. He watches you pull out of the driveway, and just like that, you’re gone. Just like that, his relationship is over. He pulls out his phone because there’s only one person he could talk to right now that would hear him out.
He puts his phone up to his ear and impatiently taps his foot as the line continues to ring. Finally, they pick up, and the breath Bokuto is holding to keep his composure is released. He lets the curtain fall closed as he begins to cry again and somehow, he manages to spit out a few words through choked sobs.
“Akaashi…she’s gone.”