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how you left

synopsis. at the end of the day, you’re always your boyfriend’s second choice.

pairing. oikawa tooru x female reader word count. 1.2k genre. establish relationship au, break up au, angst. warnings and notes. mentions of insecurity, part of my prompt list requests.

“You wanna watch a movie tonight?”

There’s a slight pause at your words, a mellow voice echoing throughout the four walls of your shared apartment as your boyfriend, Oikawa, looks up from his phone, his smile slowly fading.

“About that,” he purses his lips, “I’m busy later.”

It only takes those three words, the exact ones that he’s overused for the past three months to make your heart drop. Even without context, you already know that this must be something that revolves around his best friend, Nari, someone who seems to be more important to Oikawa than you.

It’s almost as if they’re in the relationship, and you’re his supportive best friend instead.

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Oikawa Tooru felt a bit dizzy behind his eyes. Maybe the gymnasium lights were too bright.

Or maybe it was her—standing there, just here for your brother Yahaba’s match—lingering by the bleachers after the game, fingers curled around his water bottle like you had every right to be there [you did], and no right to make his pulse stutter [you absolutely did].

Oikawa noticed the exact moment you walked in. Of course he did; he had a sixth sense for these things—he could read the shift in air pressure before a serve, the angle of Iwaizumi’s exasperated scowls, and especially, the gaze of a pretty spectator watching him with quiet intensity that made his skin prickle.

And now, despite his legendary focus, his brain short-circuited like bad Wi-Fi.

Badum.

His heartbeat was obnoxiously loud, the kind of dramatic thud that belonged in a shoujo manga, not in his stupid chest. He tightened his grip on the volleyball, knuckles whitening.

Focus. Serve. Ace. Repeat.

But then—then—you looked up. And smiled. At him? No. No, definitely at Iwaizumi, who was stretching behind him like some muscle-bound shoujo rival. Not that Oikawa noticed. Or cared. Obviously.

“Oikawa!” Coach barked. “You’re up.”

Right. Serve. He could do this. He’d done it a thousand times.

He tossed the ball, leapt—

—and his knee almost buckled when your voice cut clean through his focus.

“Nice form, Oikawa.”

The ball sailed straight into the net. thwap.

Silence.

“Wow,” Iwaizumi deadpanned. “That was embarrassing even for you.”

Oikawa’s cheeks burned. “A fluke!” he declared, flipping his hair. “The air was... wrong. And my shoelaces were—”

“You’re staring at [Name] again,” Hanamaki stage whispered.

“I’m not—!” But his traitorous pulse was already sprinting ahead without him. And it only took one sentence from you to prove him wrong.

“Oikawa.” Your voice, closer now. Too close. He turned—and there you were, tilting your head, a little frown on your face that flipped his stomach inside out.

He couldn’t say when you started affecting him. You were just supposed to help him with notes, as class president, catching him up after missed lectures. So why did your voice shake him more than a punch from Iwaizumi?

maybe it was because he was a keen observer..? He noticed how your pen would hover over the edge of his messy notes, then burst into doodles—bunnies in jerseys, a stick-figure Yahaba mid-sneeze—but you’d freeze when given a blank page.

How you empathized with everyone—the teacher, rivals, even the cranky lunch lady—but turned into a flustered mess when he thanked you. Left ink-smudges on your cheek he ached to wipe away.

And the way you bit your lip trying not to laugh at his dumb jokes, turning your lower lip a soft, tempting pink.

Oikawa Tooru knew exactly why he liked you. He was doomed.

“Are you okay? You look tiptop—just like you do on TV.”

The gym air turned to concrete in his lungs. His brain screeched to a halt like a buffering video.

TV.

TV.

TV.

“…TV?” he croaked, voice cracking like an old vinyl record.

You spun Yahaba’s water bottle cap between your fingers. “Yeah, I caught your match while flipping channels.” A pause. “Right when you said that thing about—”

Oikawa’s entire life flashed before his eyes.

Please no.

“‘If you’re gonna hit it,’” you quoted, eyes crinkling, “‘hit it until it breaks.’”

Nuclear silence. Iwaizumi looked like chrismtmas came early“She knows your catchphrase,” he grinned.

“IT’S NOT A—” Oikawa clutched his hair, executing The Exact Flip mid-panic. “I WAS FIFTEEN! IT WAS METAPHORICAL!”

“Sounded pretty literal before the Shiratorizawa match,” Matsukawa said casually.

“With tears in your eyes,” Hanamaki added.

You blinked. “Wait, really?”

“NO!” Oikawa shrieked, voice hitting frequencies only dogs could hear. “THEY’RE LYING—YOU GUYS I SWEAR TO—”

Through the chaos, you smiled. Soft. Infuriating. “I thought it was cute. Kinda cool, too.”

Oikawa’s brain blue-screened.

Because that was the worst part. You liked it. You remembered him. And now his heart was pounding loud enough to echo across the entire prefecture. He likes you. Oikawa tooru likes you.

“Aw,” Hanamaki cooed. “Captain’s blushing.”

“I’M NOT—!”

“Wait, wait,” Matsukawa cut in, eyes gleaming.

“[Name], you do know our captain has this weird habit of staring at the bleachers during timeouts, right?”

You blinked. “Huh?”

"Like he's looking for someone" Hanamaki singsonged.

Oikawa made a sound like a deflating balloon. “You all just lost your bestfriend priveledges.”

“Oikawa,” Iwaizumi said solemnly, “just admit you like that she watched—”

“NO!” Oikawa lunged, spectacularly missing as Iwaizumi dodged.

“HE DOES THAT,” Hanamaki told you brightly, “when he’s—”

Oikawa’s shoe connected with his shin.

LOSER MEN ON TOP UGHHHHH.

Kuroo x reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild

reader's note : this is the last chapter, make sure to read it in order! Sorry for the angst hehe.

Part 1 : meeting you again | Part 2 : wouldn't you | Part 3 : broken promises | Part 4 : where it all went wrong | Part 5 : enough for now (current one)

“she is a fucking psycopath” kenma sighs, putting the car in reverse as he pulls up in his driveway, eyes fixated on the rear view as kuroo watches the irriated expression on his face.

“dude, chill I know you hate kizumi, but I might marry her” kuroo sips his coffee as he lets out a shallow grunt in annoyance too, what was he doing in life.

“no, just think about it, she specifically asked for the ring you bought to propose to y/n, when she knows you could afford to give her much expensive one right now, but, again I repeat. she asked specifically for that ring, only”

the black hair man groans at the explanation, he knows his friend has a point, but he is trying to gaslight himself into believing whatever kizumi explained to him. “i think she just likes it, she was the one who chose it too, all those years ago—” and before kuroo could finish his sentence, the half blonde cuts him off, swiftly taking out his phone from his pocket and muttering something to it “siri, how do you block people in real life”

“yeah, okay, this is a kuroo hate club, I get it” the man sighs, propping his head back on the headrest, closing his eyes. “honestly I know her behavior is weird, but I’m in a tight spot, my only left family is nagging me to marry her, and you know I could care less about marriage” he pauses taking a deep breath. “dad is legit emotionally blackmailing me, sitting at his stupid hospital bed probably faking his disease”

“they want you to marry, doesn't necessarily have to be her” kenma suggests, opening the seatbelt around him. “i cannot marry a stranger, kizumi is a better option, we have been dating on and off for one year” the rooster haired man replies, honestly he really wants to jump off a cliff, but he will suppress the impulsive urges.

“as a rebutal to that, one thing you said was right” kenma sighs finally looking at his friend, kuroo looks tired, or is aged that appropriate word. “her behavior is weird, it's like she has more attachment to y/n than you, she is insecure as fuck of her. you, me and her, we all know she won't ever level up to the place y/n has in your heart, so she trying to become her, its giving me chills” kenma shudders at that thought, physically gagging.

“do you think it's too late for me to get a therapist?” with that kuroo tetsuro groans one more time.

kuroo sits quietly, hands clasped, looking up with hesitant eyes as he watches you put your purse on the table, stoice face, yet so pretty.

he really meant it when he said you got more gorgeous over the years, there were few lines now adorning your face, mature and elegant glow.

even if he sometimes wonders if it would have been better if you both never met at all, if it would have been better if neither of you had to go through the heartbreak, but he knows,

if there was a spell to go back in time, to where he met you, he would do the same thing. he would make a silly chemistry joke and wait for you to laugh at it, not because it was funny, no it was because it was so bad you laughed at it, it was his fault wasn’t it?

to loose the most precious thing in his life, did you feel worse than him, it wasn't a question, nor a comparison, he wanted to know because he will never forget or forgive himself to give you so much pain over the year.

what did you name the kid? did oikawa tooru’ see how your son took the first steps, was he the one who got called father first, what's his favorite food, does he have a birth mark, does he like volleyball? is your son’ tastes similar to what is his? Just like how he saw the little kid adorning your homely baked goods, similar to what he himself used to do.

it pains him, physically pains him to know he wasn't there for anything, he wasn't there to make you food, hold your hair while you threw up during you morning sickness, not hold your hand while you went into labour, he wasn't part of any of it, six years sometimes means nothing and yet to him, now, it means everything, it means every important thing he lost.

“you don't know how much draining this is for me, to be talking to you, or as a matter of fact to talk about what happened, cause honestly you deserve nothing, not the explanation, not to meet me or ruko” you break the silence first, firmly sitting at your place.

and kuroo wishes he could repent on all the thing you said but the only thought in his mind is what you named your son “his name is ruko?”

“his name is oikawa saruko” you firmly state, a small smile tugging at you lips, you were proud your kid had a father like oikawa, cause you can't imagine anyone else being a better father than him.

tetsuro has never wanted to be in someone else's place as much as he wants to be oikawa now, he sighs at your words. “why didn't you tell me, I would get it if you wanted to get away from me, but don't you think I deserved to know the kid was mine?” his voice quivering as he asks you the question, a weird pang in his chest.

“i tried, I tried so many times” your voice quivers slightly “why do you think I asked for your opinion to have a kid?” that silents the man infront of you, his pupil dilated as he realizes how he explained it, and how it sounded like a definite ‘no” from his side.

“not to mention, even after that I was going to tell you, with my parents kuroo and you didn't show up” he relishes at how defeated he feels when you don't even call him by his first name, so the announcement when you called him was with your parents? his legs tenses up and he stops shaking them.

“i know I don't have any excuse but you know there was a storm that night—”

“yet you left me all alone in that storm, tetsuro” his heart breaks into million pieces, do you even know how much he just wants to pull you close and cry, stain your shirt with his tears of sorrow that he made a mistake and couldn't be in your presence and of joy because after years he was able to see you.

“i—y/n” he tries to put his hands over yours but you are swift to pull away, he knows a million reasons of why your reflex action was right, yet he can't help but feel his throat becoming dry “i’m sorry, I assumed you were with your parents, I had no idea, my phone was dead”

“how can you still lie to me?” your voice croaks, finally looking straight into his eyes, you really don't want to care for whatever his action was or what he did but you can't help but feel wronged.

“what do you mean lie?”

“so your phone was dead enough to not respond to my texts but it was working when you reposted on social media with your now girlfriend, her friends commenting how cute you both looked” you scoff pausing in disbelief “or should I say fiance”

“whatever are you sayi-” then it clicks, it suddenly clicks how kizumi’s friend has always shipped him with her, despite knowing he has a girlfriend, despite him saying he doesn't appreciate it, that it straight up makes him uncomfortable.

how kizumi knew, that your birthdate was his password to Instagram, he remembers her saying it was so cute, its laughable to think how dumb he has been, how could he not notice her intention. but he wishes you told him, he wishes he could have cleared off the last misunderstanding and if he could take it all back he would.

hell, he would never breath the same air as kizumi if he could go back in time and fix things. but he cannot, all he has is regret and all he can do his atone for his mistake, he was hoping you'd be kind enough to let him see his son, he hasn't been a great partner but he sure as heck wants to have some influence in your son’s life—

after all, it was a part of you and him, back then if he actually heard you were pregnant he'd probably be scared as shit, but he would still fight every odds to raise the kid you made, how could he ever resent a mini you, kuroo knows he has no right to feel wronged but all those years without the little guy or even acknowledgment of his existence makes feel burnt.

his lips shaky and he doesn't know if a explanation would even help at this point, nothing would change and even if kizumi was in wrong– so was he though. his mouth ran before he could know.

he looks up at her. “I know you don’t owe me anything, but there’s something you need to hear" your eyes held anger and he was scared of that, he wanted to scream please forgive me, over and over again in a chant but he knew he didn't deserve your forgiveness.

you crossed your arms, wary but patient. you had no idea how you still held on. but they say but they say old habits die hard, and even after six year you had the same patience for him, you wanted to laugh at yourself “Go on.”

“It was Kizumi,” he begins, voice low but firm. “She… she’s the reason things fell apart. She was jealous of you, of what we had. She deleted your texts that night—the ones you sent me about the announcement. She posted on my social media to make it look like I was with her. And she—”

"You didn't know?" your eyes widened and you had no idea how to feel after hearing that, conflicted feeling filled your lungs and the wall of resolve you have solidified getting cracks of doubt in them, but you remained firm.

“No,” Kuroo says quickly, his voice thick with regret. “I was blind, stupid, and I didn’t see what was happening. I let her control too much. I thought I could trust her. But I swear, if I’d known—” He stops, realizing that no matter what he says, it won’t erase the past.

you stare at him, your face unreadable, but there was turmoil behind your eyes “So, you’re saying it was all her fault?”

“No. No..no.” Kuroo says firmly, shaking his head. “It was my fault too. I let her into my life, I didn’t listen to you, and I didn’t fight for you when it mattered. That’s on me. I just… I need you to know that I didn’t abandon you on purpose.”

you exhale slowly, looking down at you cup, a closure huh? but what does that change ? you know oikawa is much more important to you now, nothing could change that, nothing could make you ever abandon the perfect family you have right now. “I believe you, Tetsuro. But that doesn’t change what happened. You weren’t there when I needed you, and I had to pick up the pieces alone. Oikawa was there. He’s been there for me and for Ruko.”

even if there is a shaky heartbeat you feel around your past lover you know it was not meant to be. there are so many things unsaid and there will be so many things which will be, you are a mom now and you could never be an careless one. and as much as tears were welling up in your eyes for what could have been, you won't risk anything for what it is now.

Kuroo swallows the lump in his throat. “I know. And I’m glad he’s been good to you both. I just… I missed so much, Y/N. I want to know him. I know I don’t deserve it, but I want to try.”

bonus scene

Kuroo sits on a bench, watching from a distance as you and Oikawa playing with your son, Ruko. The boy—his son, biologically—has Oikawa’s mannerisms but your smile. Kuroo’s chest tightens as he watches the little boy stumble, only for Oikawa to sweep him up, spinning him around while you laugh.

They look like a family. They are a family

Kuroo thinks to himself, maybe this could have been you both if he wasn't consumed by the thought that you both would also be horrible parents much like your families.

you notice him then, your gaze meeting his. There’s no anger in your eyes anymore, just a quiet understanding. you approach him cautiously, arms crossed. “You’re here,” you speak, trying to keep your tone neutral.

“I just wanted to see him,” Kuroo admits. “I won’t interfere much. I just… needed to see him.”

You sit beside him, keeping a respectful distance. “He’s happy, you know. Oikawa’s a good father. He loves Ruko like he’s his own.” and that breaks kuroo's heart, as much as he tries to look positively at this. He can't help but feel his heart become empty, can't help but wish to be where oikawa is right now in your life.

Kuroo nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I can see that. He’s a lucky kid.” you glance at him, your expression softening. “I know the truth now, about Kizumi. About what happened. I’m… sorry you were caught in that.”

“I’m sorry too,” Kuroo says, his voice breaking. He knows it's not enough but all he can do is regret it over and over again. “For everything. For not being there, for letting you down. I should’ve fought harder for us.” you look away, your gaze fixed on Oikawa and Ruko. “Maybe. But it’s too late now, Tetsuro. We’ve both moved on.” and he feels a bit happy, you used his first name, God he is so pathetic

“I know,” he whispers, his heart breaking all over again. “But I’ll never stop wishing I could go back and do it right.” and before you are able to say anything you notice a small figure approaching you, you feel at ease when you notice it's your son, oikawa stood a bit away, he felt protective over you both but he doesn't want to snatch away the closure you deserve, and he can't snatch away ruko from his biological dad. so he stays silent cause he knows ruko would pick him for sure, he loves the little guy to death after all.

“Ruko, this is… this is Tetsuro,” you say gently, getting up from the bench only to kneel beside your son.

The boy looks up, curious but cautious. “Hi,” he says softly, clutching his toy dinosaur.

Kuroo crouches down, his heart aching as he gets his first close look at his son. Ruko has Y/N’s eyes and his messy black hair. He smiles faintly. “Hey, buddy. That’s a cool dinosaur you’ve got there. What’s his name?”

“Cupcake,” Ruko replies, holding it up proudly.For a moment, Kuroo wants to giggle, pondering why a dinosaur would be named Cupcake, but he holds back, his lips twitching into a soft smile. “Cupcake, huh? That’s a pretty unique name. Why’d you pick it?”

Ruko beams, his small chest puffing up with excitement. “Well—it’s not weird, okay? It’s ’cause I love dinosaurs and I love Mom’s handmade cupcakes, so I mixed two favorite things at once!”

Kuroo freezes for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Cupcakes. His gaze flickers briefly to you, you who look away, your expression unreadable. He remembers countless nights when he’d come over to your place, exhausted from work or practice, and the smell of your freshly baked cupcakes would make him feel like he was home. They were his favorite—a sweet, simple treat that reminded him of your warmth.

And now, their son shares that same love.“That’s… that’s actually genius,” Kuroo finally says, his voice hoarse with emotion. “Cupcake is the perfect name for a dinosaur. You’ve got great taste.”

Ruko grins proudly, going on to describe Cupcake’s many adventures and how he takes the toy everywhere. Kuroo listens intently, his heart clenching. There’s an ache beneath his chest—a mix of pride, love, and regret. He and Ruko have so much in common, and yet, this is the first time he’s learning it.

The realization stings, and he resents you a bit for that but it also fills him with a bittersweet joy. Ruko is bright, imaginative, and full of life. He’s a part of you and him—a reminder of what you both once had. And kuroo decides he can live with that. That's enough for now isn't it?

Finally ending this series, I get embarrassed whenever I reread it but it was my first series and it has been in my drafts for years. But here I ending, thank you for everyone who waited for this.

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Kuroo x fem reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE 📝 : well kuroo got a lot of hate from the previous chapter which was a little bit deserved but he was also just much as in love with y/n, as y/n was with him. Also I wanted to show a y/n x oikawa scenario so there you go.

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It was a summer noon— when you first met oikawa. Or what you thought was your first meeting to be more precise. You were sitting under a umbrella at the beach, all alone watching girls around your age enjoy their youth in bikinis where you were in some baggy clothes you found in Brazil. Atleast they looked cute.

Thoughts stammering your brain as the humid breeze was warming your skin. Unlike the cold wind in Japan which freezed your heart to not get broken anymore.

You wonder where it all went wrong? Maybe if you didn't approach the bright chemistry student you recognized from the grocery store you wouldn't be sitting at a beach party all alone at a foreign country. Maybe you wouldn't be worrying about how you will even pay your expenses while something or better someone was growing inside you. You wonder where it all went wrong that you have to cry yourself to sleep everyday because of a heartbreak from a person you could have given your life up for.

“What's a beautiful lady like you doing in those—" the sudden voice startled you, as you flinched due the stranger intruding you peaceful sulking session “–uh those questionable printed pajamas” the cheery voiced man questioned you, his eyes scanning or better judging your outfit as his figure blocked the rays of sunshine hitting your skin. But little did you already know that person was going to bring all the sunlight to your life.

You snapped your head upwards to meet the most beautiful shades of brown pair of eyes, eyes which were so different than those golden ones but with the same vibe, the same mishiveous and softness present in them.

"what do you mean questionably printed pajamas?" you scurred a little away from your mat laid on the sand while your eyes clearly checked him out. He was shirtless and God was not showing any mercy because if given a chance you would have liked to rub your face against those delicious looking abs—

Snap out it. Snap out of it

“by questionable I mean” the said boy squatted to meet your height. A black chain hanging on his chest, that decorated his defined collarbone. His hair looked so fluffy, they looked softer than the clouds floating in the sky and not to mention the natural pinkest tone of lips you have seen on a man. His body was built like a Greek God while his face could even make a woman jealous about how pretty it was.

He moved a little closer, his eye checking you from head to toe again and for a split second you bet his gaze stopped on your lips. “the egg plant sticking to the peach babe” he pointed his finger to the design on your full sleeves shirt.

He quirked his brow at the cohrent mumbles of words falling from your lips. He was too dazed by them to process the ‘you should be glad you are pretty’. The lips looked so tender, he wonder what It would feel like against his.

You glanced down to his pointed finger before squinting your eyes "no one" a whisper at first which made him look at your expression “NO ONE QUESTIONS MY FASHION SENSE” you yelled back at him with a expasreted expression, your eyebrows furrowed and lips formed in a frown. He would have said you looked cute if he wasnt intimidated by the yell.

Oikawa perhaps can be easily scared off but that doesn't apply when it is involving something that would hurt you. Emotionally or physically. So when he saw kuroo tetsurou at your little cafe that you both built together while he mended your heart he had to hold back himself with every ounce of strength left in his body to not go and punch his face.

The man before his eyes who now, even if looked vulnerable and paled, he could care any less. Because he saw you crying, Oikawa saw you all alone depressed with a wall built so high to not let anyone in your life.

And it took him years to climb up and make you love yourself first. Because he could care less about kuroo, especially when he saw you crave for something you couldn't have. Something you yearned so much but had to refrain yourself from trying to reach it.

He knew all too well how it felt to not feel the warmth and touch of the person someonr loved, when he was being friends with the most beautiful girl that he has ever seen and.

And he couldn't do anything about but just watch from afar— yearning for someone else just like you did. Maybe to some extent he can relate to kizumi— maybe to some extent he wanted to take you away from everyone else even if it meant he was selfish. So being friends with the person you loved was never easy. Especially not when it was being friends with the girl he fell harder for than the time he injured his knee no— than the time iwaizumi punched him in the stomach and pushed him into the pool.

“y/n- what—” the golden pair of eyes widened due to shock.

“kuroo you need to leave” you interrupted, your facial expression was crumbling slowly but your voice came out stern. No, you didn't want him to find out. Never, not like this atleast. He doesn't deserve to know. Or maybe he did? But you waited for him. Longer than the time he was supposed to have. He deserved to have.

"But y/n" that almost came out as a cry, pleading voice which sounds alike to the voice mails you sent him that day.

"Please" You begged looking at him, oikawa's hand gripping yours tightly, you were sure there would be a mark left but you couldn't be more grateful that he lets you talk, he supported you silently— the same way you wanted kuroo to when you stood alone in front of your parents. The thoughts of that day gives you shudder of the pain you suffered.

He sighed heavily, you looked so hurt and even if it has been over six years now, he could read your eyes just like the day he did first time when he met you at the grocery store for the first time. He remembered you looked so tired and the puffiness and red eyes was more than enough for him to guess you were crying. He didn't want a beautiful girl like you to be sad all by themselves, he remembers at that time even if you looked messy, he thought you were the prettiest girl he has ever seen in his entire 17 years of existence.

Kuroo also thinks back where it all wrong? that would he have been through less of a heartbreak, if he didn't cheer you up that day? Kuroo also thinks where he went wrong that the love his life leaves town, no— country suddenly without ever meeting him. Cause he knows he might have been the person who hurted you the most but he also knows nobody can love you like he did. So he smiles softly, looking into your anxious hurt eyes and back to the doe eyed boy who was looking at him intently too. Probably wondering why his mommy doesn't like the strange haired uncle. A sad chuckle escaping his mouth as he noticed the cute frown on kid's face, the frown seems similar to the one he saw on the old album of his childhood.

A knot continues to twist in his stomach as he left with a uncertainly feeling, heart clenched with tight lump on his throat barely helping him to breath. Guess the ring in his pocket wasn't going to be warm around someone's finger anytime soon. Guess the ring will stay again cold like it did for six heartbroken years.

"Goodmorning Mr l/n—"

"I don't want imbecile people like you knocking at my door. Leave before I call the cops" startled would have been a underestimated word to describe how shocked kuroo was by the sudden outburst. He knew your parents weren't fond of him but they never behaved disrespectful towards him.

"I don't understand what you meant" he asked shakily, watching the furious man infront of him take a deep sigh. "Where is y/n?" Kuroo still further continued

The older man quirked his brow at that, confusion dancing over his eyes a bit before the emotionaless facade doomed on his face again. "Doesn't she lives with you?" He asked nonchalantly, gritted teeth and squinted eyes as he turned to face kuroo better "and I could care less about that disgrace. She left yesterday evening only" with that the door was slammed on his face.

Yesterday evening? The hell did he mean. Kuroo's mind raced, it was raining and cold as heck yesterday and you weren't home. Did you get a cab atleast? You must be at your friend's right or called kenma. No he will call you once he reaches home.

Anxiousness bubbled in his stomach, he wanted to call you— and pick you up. He knows standing you up wasn't a option yesterday at all. But he was stuck at the shop, when the rain started, coincidentally his phone was dead that he couldn't even inform you that he will be unable to get to the dinner or unable to pick you up. He was going to surprise you. He was going to kneel down infront of you, infront of your parents and make you his for forever. Till death- no— till his soul diminishes into nothing he wanted to stay with you.

Since you were upset over him, he couldn't even get to start his plan— heck, all the while he was on his trip all he could think about is your lips against his, your soft fingers held tightly between his, your eyes locking with him accidentally and suddenly it was turning into a staring competition that he let's you win.

He has been thinking over it for months now, you were a year less than him in the university, meaning the job which is offered to him by the Japanese volleyball association can make him transfer to other side of Japan and you couldn't leave ofcourse. The hell he doesn't trust those college admirers of yours who he had been scaring off secretly with the help of bulky bokuto.

So that's why he bought the sapphire ring yesterday with all the savings he made over the years of university, kizumi was just supposed to help him choose a nice affordable shop, her getting hurt in the process and breaking his phone was not in the plan and neither was her friend shooting the video—

Nature was also playing a dirty trick on him after the vist to the clinic huh? He was held back my kizumi and her friend, they said it dangerous to go outside just yet and you will be alright in your parents classy house, they cared for you enough to not let you go home alone in that bad of weather right ?

Wrong.

He was now loosing his mind, after reckless driving to both of your shared apartment. The door was locked from outside meaning you didn't come home, he already called your friend's phone to ask them were you still living in their house? The answer was no. He texted every friend of yours in the city that he knew— but the same answer kept coming back. No one has heard from you.

He quickly opened the apartment door, hastily searching for any sign of you in the rooms but even the smell of sweetness of yours wasn't there. Its just like he left yesterday noon, shirts scattered over the bed which he piled up in bed while trying to find the black shirt you gifted him after getting your first pay.

Just to add every piece of thing to the day that made him love you more, the roses he forgot to take before living now were staled over the dinning table.

"Kuroo?"

His head immediately turned back, hoping to meet your beautiful face, a small twinkle of hope in his eyes that you were okay. That were still there with him. Still with him.

But he was rather met with a familiar slender pair of eyes, neat and clean hair as always the girl had— they were nothing like the messy hair your have in the morning which makes you look more cuter he thinks. Unlike you who hated them.

But it was tiny litte messy things you did kuroo liked, like the way you try to fix his hair which somehow ends up the same, the way you try to pack him a healthy lunch whenever you don't have morning class— though if he was honest it wasn't the best presentable bento but it tasted so good, and the small cupcake made up for the messiness. Right? You always told him that when he teased you about your bentos.

"Are you okay? You look pale" two pair of heels clicked inside the room, the sound echoing as slim fingers with trimmed nails held his arms tightly.

He didn't like her too sweet scent, it was almost like sourness hidden in the sweet smell which made him wanna gag. His facial expression changing to a irritated one as his hands tried to untangle himself from the girl infront of him.

"m'fine" he moved back a little, eyes not meeting hers, he has been avoiding any close contact with kizumi since the trip of his last semester because you didn't like it and what if you walked in right now and saw him in that girl's arms. He doesn't wanna make you feel bad or not good enough about yourself. Again.

"No you are not" the cold manicured hands cupped his face, making them look into the green eyes of hers, quite similar to the snakes he heard who were fake. She inched closer, her breath fanning over his lips. Kuroo was uncomfortable— no he didn't like this, sweats forming on his palm, he could feel the pressure on his blood increasing. He was sick of kizumi's touches.

"kizumi for God sake! Can you please stop touching me" a loud yell, followed with a silent and a shocked paired of eyes. Mouth agape as the woman's body filled with shame.

Kuroo meeting the vulnerable and defeated eyes of the fair girl reminded him of yours. Did he hurt another person again? A friend who was always beside him when he needed. Shit he regretted yelling. He could have asked for space instead.

"I-" he paused, his hands gripping his hair frustratedly. "Kizumi I am sorry I didn't mean that" his voice cracked, body weight dropping, slowly kneeling on the floor.

"It's just I am worried sick about y/n. She didn't— she didn't come home or neither is at any of her friend's house"

The figure infront of him knelt down too, hesitant hands now trying to wrap around the black haired male to give him a hug, to feel his warmth.

"I am sure she is fine— maybe she stopped at a hotel or took a cab?"

"I heard the voice messages"

He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes looked teary but still dry like his life has been sucked out of him.

"What?" the firm spoken girl inquired, shifting a little.

Shaky hands moving into his jacket pocket, as he took out his phone. Typing in your birthday date to unlock his phone, a chat popped up on the screen, he pushed the phone in the hands of the green eyed girl, kuroo could have bet he saw kizumi's eyes twinkle for a moment after reading the last message before the 'this user has blocked you' was shining on the screen.

I am sorry I don't think I can do this anymore. Goodbye I love you.

Dm me for the ending :)

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Kuroo x fem reader x oikawa

Synopsis : After years spent by a certain setter along with a small toddler mending you heart, your life was a just like a blissful movie with a happy ending. But little did you know the person who gave you not only the worst years of your life but also the small ball of sunshine, decided to suddenly make a appearance in your fairytale when fate played a wild card.

READ THE NOTE 📝 : don't you just love when its fluff at first and then boom! ANGST ANGST ANGST. Anyone else has the urge to kill kizumi? Okay only me? BTW there is bit of physical abuse so that's a trigger warning ig. Fun fact neither y/n nor oikawa knew that they first met at the park like this.

Part 1 : meeting you again | Part 2 : wouldn't you | Part 3 : broken promises | Part 4 : where it all went wrong

“can you please stop doing that!” you shoot a glare to the rooster haired man beside you, lips tightening to not let the obvious lovestruck grin be any more visible on your face.

“stop doing what?” a smirk on his red bitten lips, as his eyes glistened in amusement watching you try to hide your flusterness, it's cute how you still get fluster even after three years of your relationship. You rolled your eyes at that, shaking your head and lowering your gaze back on the dish in your hand rubbing it in a circular motion. You knew you couldn't win this argument when it will end up with you admitting you get flustered when his hands meets your body.

But.

A squeeze on the waist to move past you again, this time kuroo was taking the gloves from beside you while his cheeks touched your face. There it was— the subtle squeeze and way he always places his hands on your waist to shift you so he can move. As much as kuroo acted like a dorky stupid kid but there is no denying that he can also be a flirty sneaky bastard.

“kuroo!” you widened your eyes at him, smacking his shoulder playfully while he just returned a sleazy smirk.

He just pulled you closer to him, turning your face to meet his gaze, his thumb on your jaw which was moving closer to your lips. “you shouldn't distra—

“you look beautiful” his thumb on your lips, which traced it's edges and shapes so softly like he would hurt if he pressed it. His eyes fixed on your lips— he was like memorising every details his eyes could capture.

“Wha—what”

He doesn't reply anything just looks into your orbs, the dim light of the kitchen lamp illuminating golden colors over your skin, while the most loving feature on his face. The moment was beautiful just something out of a movie, his face leaning to kiss your lips, your hands gripping on his sleeves but the sudden camera shutter made both of yours head to turn towards the couch.

"Oh sorry didn't mean to disturb you" a owl looking friend lowered the camera, a proud grin on his face as if just he achieved something.

"Bo?" Kuroo moved away from you, raising his brow at the former fukurodani captain. What was he still doing at your apartment. And especially at 2 in the morning, the party ended two hours ago.

"Kuroo?" The said man picked his bag keeping the black camera inside it, the grin still on his handsome face as he walked around the couch to the kitchen. "I know you have a extra key to our apartment but that's for emergency only. when did you return—"

"I never left what do you mean?" the confused owl stepped closer, placing his hands on the counter. You snickered a bit at his cute antics. You absolutely loved when the owl was hanging out with yall and him staying over at your place even if it wasn't informed to you didn't bother you at all.

"Where were you all along then ?" You asked taking your apron off, moving past kuroo who was squinting his eyes at the bulky male. You smiled at him wiping your wet hand on kuroo's pant who returned a annoyed 'hey!' At you. But ignoring kuroo's whining was nothing new for you, so you did that well.

"Oh I was in the guest bathroom my pants seemed to not get on really well I think my booty grew a little bigger" You chuckled at the raw explanations, you knew that was nothing new for bokuto for his clothes getting smaller for himself, because the man gets thicker every year. Remembering the time you gave him a nice shirt on Christmas which after two month at a after party when he tried to dance, teared off from his shoulder and stretched out the sleeves because he has gotten bigger biceps. Needless to say the nice shirt was ruined.

"You could have called us bo" kuroo stepped in placing his hands on the waist as his lip twisted upwards. "Why did you take the picture tho" he continued, his hands going back to ran his hand through his locks.

"Oh I am glad you asked!" Bokuto sounded excited alright. You hummed in return sitting across him on the counter while kuroo took the seat beside you, similarly interested.

"So akaashi has this some time of activity on his photography club" he piped watching the famous couple of campus being engrossed in his story.

"And he had to take a romantic picture of couples" he smiled proudly taking out his camera from his bag, aggressively opening it to show you the image. "But he didn't know any close couple from his campus so I offered to help him being his former captain that's the least I could do right???" He turned the camera to let two pair of eyes scan the picture.

You knew bokuto was not so much of a photographer by the blurry pictures of his pet he showed you but if he was capable of taking the present picture in the camera, you might as well invite him to take your wedding pictures.

It looked beautiful, just out of a magical dream or a fairytale. Even though your makeup was messy after your three year anniversary party and kuroo looked tired as hell from all the working hard recently to get you the platinum pendant. The photo showed the two college students being in insanely love pretty well and it impressed you alright.

So that is why you said bokuto to send you the picture, so that is why you kept it as your wallpaper, which now you were staring at for a hour, in the park all alone as a wet drop of tear fell on the screen.

Was November always so cold? The thick turtleneck didn't help when you were sitting all alone at a park with the cold breeze hitting your skin like needles. You typed nervously on the screen again.

He was yet again standing you up, it was not something which could make you cry but you needed him now. He promised you he would go with you to your family and meet them as you asked him to. He promised he will support the important news you wanted to discuss with your parents and him when you sounded so anxious over the phone.

Kuroo wanted to make up for the small petty fight, he didn't get to make you the apology breakfast or shower you with kisses as he planned— no he was met with a empty apartment the next day, you were gone before 6 am and his texts were further ignored by you all day until a 'I am okay' popped up at his phone late at night.

But that was still alright because kuroo called you and wanted to meet you so bad, he tried to do that many times over the week, just to know why did you sound so strange and anxious all the time but you denied and denied until he further decided to give you the space you wanted but little did he know it was because of the small hospital test which came back positive.

The small ping made you look on the screen again, breaking yourself from your thoughts you were hoping for him to complain about the traffic or how he got late because of a surprise test but it was something which caused creaks to form on you glass heart

Kuroo :

"Hey I am sorry I think I can't make it. Kizumi and me were playing volleyball and she accidentally sprained her ankle so I am taking her to the local hospital"

Not that it was surprising he was bailing you for his friends, because you knew kuroo loved his friend and cared for them just like his family. But he promised didn't he? The being late for one hour was still taunting you on the face but what panged your heart more was because kizumi was the reason. He bailed on you because he was playing with a friend— no cause now you were more mad than being upset.

You :

"But the family dinner plan testurou—"

Kuroo :

"I am sorry I promise I will pick you up love. But just tell your parents the thing you wanted to tell, I am sure they will support you. You can tell me later about it :)"

You huffed, disappointed all over your face. You know your relationship with kuroo is stronger than to let a girl who he only met in college to make you doubt, but it was this things which made you insecure over and over again. How many time has he stood up because of kizumi over the time in your university? You think you lost count by now but he does always make up for it. But that isn't good enough, no matter how much he proves he only wants you he keeps hurting you like this.

You got up from your bench, hands gripping the purse in your hand, conflicted emotions as your mind keeps telling you maybe you weren't meant to be? Maybe he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey mom" you fiddled with the strap of your bag hanging over your shoulder when the blue plastered door of a place you once you used to call home opened, she gave you small greeting smile she gives all the guests, replying a 'hey how have you been'. The pretense on her voice is evident while she walks you into the kitchen where you came to see your father on his laptop working on his paper.

You were about to greet the old man when you were interrupted by his cold, deep voice "so how is living in the small apartment going on with you?" He scoffs, eyes still on his laptop as he checked the paper on his hand again. Your mom calls his name as warning to not let the topic of argument start again.

You hoped kuroo was here to squeeze your hand and let you know that he was there to support you. No matter what. But here you were all alone standing at your childhood home that you left after high-school, while the thick tense atmosphere dooms on you. You weren't ready for this not alone atleast, not when you had doubts yourself, not when you knew your all goals of life will be ruined but, one thing you were sure about was to never commit anything negative and that's fixed.

"It has been fine" You murmured softly, looking at your mom who was bringing the salad on the table, she noticed you look tired must be cause of your studies right? Not that she cared about your health that much if it was involved with school.

"Y/n when is kuroo coming?" She asked, you wanted to say he is just late like the first time you led him to meet up with your family, your remember your dad disappointed that you chose someone who didn't think time was important but he didn't just leave the dinner once he heard that he was actually a good student and liked the fact he didn't prioritize volleyball over his passion for chemistry or grades.

While your mom didn't like him at all, his hairtyle supposedly wasn't as formal in your household nor was his piercing. And you knew your family wasn't positive about the fact that you have a boyfriend. In simple words they loathed your decision, they loathed the fact you were pursuing to become a baker with how good your grades were, they loathed the fact that you wanted to go and live with a boy who you just have been in a relationship with for a year in highschool.

"He is busy in the lab, he took up the job for being lab assistant in the university" You rasped sitting across your father who closed his laptop, putting it aside. "That will look good on his resume" your father commented, you wonder if they ever asked how he treated you or how was his behavior with you. They only cared about his status and studies. Kuroo always treated you nicely but you know if you ever share the troubles of your relationship with your mom or dad you will meet with 'I told you so's '.

"What was the thing you wanted to talk about?" Your mom settled, putting the pasta on the table while taking the seat beside you.

Palms sweaty while your leg shaked uncontrollably, were you prepared for their reaction? You didn't want to beat around bush. But they were always unpredictable and never talking with them about any problems you faced since childhood made the emotional and mental relationship with your parents worse.

"Uhm" You picked up the fork to dig in to your pasta, eyes on your plate as your mind wondered what will be the right word to declare about something growing inside you. This wasn't going to be easy no matter what, you only have your parents and kuroo to support. Yet you knew deep down both parties will most likely leave you.

"I took pregnancy test at the hospitals few days ago—" You said abruptly, the sound of spoons clanking the plate or moving anything stopped. Silence on the table as you didn't dared to look up. You were sure your parents weren't expecting anything good from you but you knew they weren't expecting something like this too.

If you had one word to describe your feelings right there it would have been fear. Utter fear of ruining everything you thought you had.

"It came back positive" You said it— licking your lips as you felt the blood strain away from your body, hands trembling while tightening your grip on the fork you had. Yearning the support you always wanted from the successful couple but to no one's surprise you were met with just silence. The quietness in the room dawned for one to two minutes until a loud slapping sound echoed through the room.

A rough hand hitting the fat of your face as your eyes widened in disbelief, sure your parents didn't show the support or care you always asked for but they never hurted you physically. Eyes watering, as shame started filling your lungs as you look up to see only disappointment and anger on the old man.

"Leave" he muttered, not a ounce of emotion in his voice as your mom looked horrified, not because your father slapped you— rather it was due to your announcement.

You stand up hesitantly, tears rolling down your cheeks involuntarily while the food of the table grew cold.

"Dad pleas—"

"Y/n leave right now and never come back here ever again. Forget you had a father. Forget you had a family" he yelled on your face as he gripped the table cloth tightly. Stern glare and cold expression.

Lips quivering at his response, you bring your long sleeve to rub the tears off your face, gripping the purse in your hand so hardly that your knuckles turned white, you turned around in a rush to leave through the door, you wished your mother would have atleast something through the whole process or calmed down your father but she just gave you bitter look when you turned back to look at her.

Your hiccups could be heard through the pavement, even during the heavy rain. You always thought your life was like a movie, but you didn't want to live the part where the actress breaks down while suddenly nature also decides to cry with her. A rain in November? You don't remember if you ever saw that happening. You havs called kuroo for ten times by now and yet every one of them went to voice-mail.

Calming your breathing, the red print of hand was still pretty visible on your cheeks. You voice messaged him to pick you up, sharing your address but he didn't respond. How many hours has it been you have sitting there all alone? Maybe his phone died, yeah that's probably it. You opened your Instagram to text kizumi? She was with him right— she will give her phone to kuroo so he could speak with you right ?

You searched her profile, shaky hands trying to press the message button once you opened her page but when you accidentally opened her stories, your glass heart lost a piece yet again. Someone, some friend of her probably, had tagged her in a stories which she reposted.

It was of kuroo and her, kuroo carrying her in his back as they both looked smitten, voices of someone laughing at the background. The story tagged both of them while they added a caption saying "can we get a bestfriends to lover trope??" Which kizumi infact reposted with a text which said "maybe we can ;)". The suggestiveness in the comment was obvious, she was finally showing her true colors? You immediately went to kuroo's page to see if he did repost the story too.

The answer was yes, while he didn't suggest anything and just wrote a "lmao". But would a warning to her friends that he is taken would have hurt anyone? He uploaded the story forty minutes ago huh— and he deliberately ignored your calls— for what now? atleast past two hours. Anger filled your lungs, you wanted to scream at him, let him know that he could go and fuck himself.

But you found calling him once again, but to no avail it reached to voice-mail. You loved him so much that you can't even think what will happen if he lost feelings so you do the last thing which you hoped he would respond to. You asked him to meet you. Meet him at the same place you both met for the first time. No not school— it was a snack store which was opened till late at night. You both going for the same snack as you made eye contact. He had the same mischievous grin you remember, a flirty chemistry remark was also thrown at your way which made you laugh hysterically and lifted your mood after you were scolded by your parents right before that. From that time onwards kuroo was like your support system to escape from reality.

"Hey! are you alright?"

The new hoarse voice makes you look up to meet a man standing in front of you, tall and huge frame, his face was not visible as he wore a mask and the light of the street lamp was barely making out his body.

"Yes I am okay" You softly said back, the tears stain on your face says other wise and the stranger knew better. You were wet alone late at night at park which couple usually used for dates.

"It's raining cats and dogs out here at a chilly night" he pauses as you seem to realize that the rain was still hitting your skin and you were soaking wet. "Do you want me to walk you home?"

As much as the person seemed polite, you wouldn't trust a stranger at late night to walk you home. You shake your head as a 'no'. That was expected the stranger thinks, as a call of a absurd name yelled at the way of both of yours direction. Something along the way of trashy or shitty but you were too engrossed in your emotion to notice.

The man sighed, looking back at his friend, he takes another look at you. He can't just leave you like this— but you won't obviously leave with him. "Here" he stretched his hand towards you as you looked up at him confused. The wet tears of the sky stops falling on you as you wondered What did he mean?

"Here keep the umbrella— its cold I have my car parked right there I can run fast enough to not get wet much" he mumbled handing you the umbrella quickly. What? You wanted to say no but he was running away before that, screaming things like if you end up in trouble call the police immediately or take care it's not safe out here this late at night as he slowly grew smaller and smaller, joining a grow of people, which you only could make out that the numbers were three.

That's the least he could have done for you right? the Argentina player thinks while driving back to the airport to finally leave after the last day of his vacation back home.

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