DOG I FORGOT ABOUT IT TOO LMAO NO WORRIES

go drink some water you bitch

Based on the fact that you're dehydrated!

But honestly, if u don't kiss ur rival what's the point?

mandatory midnight cupid’s chokehold

Rhythm of The Rain-chp.5

"One.. two." You and Maki lifted the table cloth in unison, spreading it over Yuuta's island table, and setting it up with food and snacks. "Good thing we got here earlier huh Yn? Yuuta has no idea how to set up for a party." "Right? You hardly had anything set up!," you laughed, elbowing him in the shoulder while he chuckled.

"Hey, It's not my fault I've never hosted a party before." "You set everything up soo boring," Maki adds, turning to pour a bag of chips into a bowl just as your phone lit up with a notification. "Oh, Yuuji says he's on his way now," "Oh shit," Yuuta frantically started looking around the room, making sure everything's in order, nothing out of place. "Relaxx, with me and Maki making sure everything's good your party's gonna go fineee."

Turning back around and throwing away the now empty bag, "How much do you wanna bet I'm gonna have to refill this bowl before anyone else gets here." "Awhhh, I love Yuuji but there's no way I can bet money against that." "Ughh boringg, Yuuta?" "I believe in him! $20!" "Wait! make it 40 so me and Maki can split it." "Yn!!" "what??" "Fine, but I'm telling Yuuji you made a bet against him."

"Oh wait," Maki starts going through the kitchen drawers. "Yuuta, where's your bottle opener?" "My what?" "Bottle Opener. The metal thing you use to take the tops off of bottles?" "Oh, I'm sorry I don't have one," he looks a bit embarrassed. "You don't?" "Noo," he let's out a short laugh, "I only drink canned stuff since I don't know how to open it with the thing."

Maki looks at him almost sympathetically, and you almost want to laugh at how she genuinely feels bad for him. "It's whatever, Yn could you go get my keys? There's a bottle opener keychain on it, It's in my bag in the other room." "Oh, sure. I'll be back in a bit." "Seriously Yuuta I can show you how to use it, it's actually not that hard.

When you come back with Maki's keys in hand, Yuuta's gone while Maki's back to the snacks, putting a pause on drinks. "Where'd Yuuta go?" "Oh, Toge just got here so he went out to greet him." "Oh, okay." After you handed her the keys, you thought it would be less awkward of an interaction between you and Inumaki if you were sat on the couch when he got there.

Moving to sit down, you decided to scroll on your phone a bit, at least until Yuuji got there. Soon enough, the front door opens and Inumaki walks in, by himself surprisingly. "Didn't Yuuta go out to greet you?" "Oh yeah, someone else got here so he's outside with them right now." "Oh alright," after that it was hard to hear what they were talking about so you tuned them out, well you tried to at least. Until you're met with the guy who's avoided you like the plague for the last three years standing awkwardly in front of you, with Maki nowhere to be found.

You look up at him, a bit confused, "Hi?" "Hi." Hard to work with but that's all he says, as if he doesn't want to waste his words on you. "Where'd Maki go?..." Not that you're surprised, but all he says in response is, "Bathroom." "Oh.. okay." How did you get here? You specifically went out of the way to avoid an awkward situation like this. Was he talking to you just to be nice? Or did he hate you so much that he'd go out of his way to make you uncomfortable?

Thankfully, your 'savior' (as he’d later call himself when you tell him about the encounter) walked in at just the right moment, prompting you an escape from the tense situation you were in. "Yuuji!" Without thinking, you immediately stood up and practically sprinted toward him in desperation, "Didn't Megumi come with you?" "Yoo! Yeah he's locking up the car, Yuuta's walking him in."

On queue, Maki walks back in with a curiously playful smirk on her face. "Oh, look who the cat dragged in. I'm surprised everything's still in tact in here." "Maki! Haven't seen you in a bit, hey!" "Hey." "I am gonna need to take these though." You laugh as he takes the snack bowl Maki was prepping and sits down onto a chair. Maki turns to you, laughing, "Tell Yuuta to hurry the hell up with my money." You join her as Yuuji looks at the two of you, still snacking cluelessly, "Does he owe you money or something?"

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fun facts☆

• yuuji is often times the one at fault when the trio’s pantry is bare bc he likes to snack while he does literally anything

• his contact in nobara’s phone is “resident muncher”

• maki and yuuji are almost like cousins-even though they don’t talk often, every time they do their conversation flows pretty well

A/N-

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— 1 missed call from [Name] —

Realistically, he knows he shouldn’t call you back. Ignore the missed call, head back to bed, and forgot you forever. Forget the romance you once shared and move on. Forgot all the words of love that ever left his lips. You are not his and he is not yours.

But he can’t. He can’t possibly ignore you when you’re calling him at 2AM, yearning for him in whatever way you do.

So he calls. Like the fool that he is, he calls his ex-girlfriend of one year back.

“Hello?”

“Tsukishima…” you trail, and your voice is distant. So far, so small, so fearful. He hears your hesitance from one word only.

He wishes you could call him your Kei again.

“Why did you call me?” Tsukishima responds with hostility, for that is all he knows. When he lost you, his ways changed and his heart turned to stone. It seems that anger is all he knows these days, a hard tongue made of venom and stone.

“I-I wanted to talk to you.”

You stutter. You stutter and Tsukishima knows that you’re drunk. You have a few habits whenever you’re intoxicated, and a stutter is always accompanied with the alcohol.

“You’re drunk,” is all he says.

“I know.”

“Talk to me when you’re sober,” he goes to cut the call, but a quick wait! is enough to halt his movements.

“God, I don’t even know why I even called you,” you whisper, as if speaking to yourself.

He sighs, “where are you?”

“Um, I’m not sure.”

“You went out not knowing where you’re going?” He asks, and it’s that condescending tone you hate. The one that pushed your relationship to its limit.

“It’s not like I wanted to be here,” you whisper yet again, a measly attempt at defending yourself.

Another sigh, another sign of disappointment, and Tsukishima finally speaks up.

“Go to the Maps app.” You mumble a small okay, and do as he tells you. “Now zoom in on your location and send it to me.”

“Why?”

“Just do it.”

You listen to him and soon after Tsukishima gets a notification. He doesn’t bid you goodbye, simply cuts the call and gets up from his bed. He heads for his closet, grabbing two jackets, and heads out the door.

He’ll see you for the first time in a year.

-

And see you he does.

You’re sat on the curb of the road, your knees pushed against your chest and your head resting on your knees. It seems as if you’re asleep, your eyes closed and body still.

He kneels beside you, whispering your name loud enough to wake you up.

“Huh?” You groan, turning your head to look at the man you can’t seem to let go. “Kei?”

There it is. It’s always sounded so sweet on your tongue, so sultry and intimate. It’s his given name, the one he grows to love each time you say it.

It’s bittersweet hearing it from you.

“Why are you just sleeping in the middle of the road? What if some pervert stopped by?”

“But nobody did,” you say, logic leaving you in your drunken state. You move closer to him, seeking his warmth.

You’ve always loved his touch. When you once called him yours, his body was always somehow attached to yours. Your skin on his, his heart in your palm.

He sighs, “get in the car, [Name].”

He pulls you up from your position, easily holding you as gently as he can.

“You never used to call me by my name,” you stop and lean into his shoulder. “I was always your baby.”

Tsukishima knows it’s the alcohol talking. That you’d never say this sober, and that there’s a possibility that you don’t mean any of those words. But his heart still hurts. It hurts so much that he feels as if he has lost himself. Lost all the progress he made to just get over you.

(But perhaps he never really stopped loving you, if he was so willing to pick up your call.)

He lays you on the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt for you. He drapes the extra jacket over your shoulders, and you remember it to be one of your favourites. You stare at him the whole time—eyes on his—but he refuses to look back. Not when he knows how easily his resolve could crumble with you around.

The car starts soon after, and you’re already asleep. Your head lays peacefully on the mirror, and Tsukishima wishes he could stay like this forever. In a world where he is yours and you are his.

-

There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets.

He prefers to live in the present and let the past be the past. What has happened is unchanging, so why worry? Why worry about what he should’ve done, when all he has is the now?

There are not many things that Tsukishima regrets. But he will always regret leaving you.

He knows that now, as he is in your bedroom, trying to find a way to change you out of your clothes and into your sleepwear.

You’ve always been a heavy sleeper, unmoving in the midst of all noise. That trait carries on to now, as he struggles to get your top off your body.

You squirm as he touches you. “Kei,” you whisper. “Why’d you pick me up?”

“You called me.”

“But you picked up,” you slur, “you could’ve ignored me. You were good at that when we were together.”

He winces. He knows you don’t mean it. You’ve always been far too kind to respond with such malice, especially towards him. Even when your relationship was walking on a tightrope, you never once yelled at him.

“Why were you so mean, Tsukishima?” It’s a rhetorical question, he knows it, but his heart burns the more you speak.

“I loved you so much, but you didn’t love me at all.”

“Don’t,” he immediately interrupts, “don’t say I never loved you.”

“You never showed me,” your voice is small, and he knows you’re about to cry. (Even after all these months, your habits remain in his mind.)

“I love you. So much more than you’ll ever understand,” he speaks with so much passion, that he forgets his confession.

He loves you. His heart will always belong to you.

“I love you too,” you cry, and a single teardrop grazes your cheek.

“You never deserved me.”

“I get to decide that,” you grab his delicate face with your rough hands. He always fit so perfectly in your palms. “I get to decide who is good for me.”

He pauses, resting in your hands and cherishing every moment he has with you. And it’s in your calloused palms where Tsukishima realises what he misses. He misses your presence, your love, you. Every habit that made him love you so deeply, he misses.

He will be yours again, he decides, as you hold him close. Somehow, someway, he will win you back.

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<Headcanon>

Suga used to wear braces, but got them off at some point during highschool!

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Bokuto: What’s your biggest fear?

Akaashi: Oh, I'm incredibly arachnophobic.

Bokuto, under his breath: You don’t want spiders to get married?

he also takes sign language classes bc i said so

I love writing toge as the absolute LOSER that he is

for anyone wondering how i’m incorporating his limited speech into my au

Toge Inumaki, absolute YAPPER. only speaks one word sentences at most to yn as of now