//end

this is so rushed im sorry yall but im trying to write anything that comes to mind to get back in the groove.

He texted them before he even reached his home. Agreeing to the date with eagerness that made him cringe a little. But that’s between him and the four walls of his car.

and they live happily ever after

Motoya stands alone in the locker room when the two of them leave. His shoulders burning from where Suna had touched them. Face flushed from the wink.

“What the fuck”

“Sorry I came onto you like that. I should’ve explained better.” He walks past him to join Osamu in the doorway.

“Think about it for a second. Give us an answer whenever yer ready. ya know where to reach us.” Osamu winks at him

“Like with the three of us. Rin kinda forgot to mention that,” Osamu laughs “Can’t imagine what kinda image that must’ve given”

Motoya stared at him, still not able to form a single thought.

It’s Suna who pulls him out of it by grabbing his shoulders.

“We both wanna take ya out, together” Osamu says, making Motoya’s head spin.

“What?” Is all he can get past his lips. His brain feels like it’s short circuiting.

“Well you do it then.” He huffs at his (probably not ex?) boyfriend. Motoya still isn’t quite sure.

“well get on with it then or let me leave.” He crosses his arms, trying to appear persistent. Like his entire body isn’t on fire.

Except, the door is being blocky by a different body. Osamu to be specific.

“Rin that was so incredibly tactless. Ya gotta lead with what ya wanna explain.” Motoya spins around to see Suna’s defeated figure sitting on the bench.

He sees the extended hand pausing right in front of his arm. Suna lets it fall next to his body.

He stuffs his clothes into his bag. Leaving the room with half of it threatening to spill out.

“Right because that makes everything so much better.” Motoya sighs.

“Just- Please give me a second to explain.”

“I don’t wanna hear it Rin. What you’re doing is wrong.” Motoya pushes past him. Grabbing his stuff.

“You’re not listening, Motoya please.” Suna walks after him.

“Just let me explain. It’s not what it looks like.”

Motoya rolls his eyes at this. It’s almost cliché. The only difference being Motoya not being the one that’s cheated on.

“Osamu knows,” Suna starts.

A week goes by. It’s a blur of awkwardness and avoidance. So imagine his surprise when he’s being cornered by Suna once more after practice.

“Look, I know this seems bad-“

“That’s quite the understatement.” Motoya huffs.

“what the fuck”

Practice becomes quite awkward after this. Suna seems nervous everytime Motoya looks in his general direction.

Motoya assumes he’s nervous that Osamu will find out. Which Motoya plans to do. When he finds the balls to do so

“Oh i’m so sorry, I totally read this wrong didn’t i?” Suna takes a step back, giving Motoya some room to breathe. “Forget this happened please.”

Suna bolts out of the locker room. Leaving Motoya staring at the now empty space in front of him.

his (maybe ex??) boyfriend. The situation alone was horrible. And now it’s even worse. If that’s even possible.

He really is flattered. All though all possibilities are horrible. His long time crush is asking him out. Which has to count for something.

If only he wasn’t conflicted between crushing on Suna for the longest time and his recently developed interest towards Osamu,

Maybe he and Osamu have broken up? that would make Motoya a rebound. Sure he’s had a crush on Suna for ages, but does he want to be a rebound? not really.

“I’m flattered, really, but uh-” Motoya mentally facepalms. Tact isn’t really his strong suit.

Well maybe his final moments is a bit dramatic, but it sure as hell feels like it.

“ Rin, I uh-” he stutters out. Every possibility flies through his head. Is he cheating on Osamu? Or well trying to. And why does he think Motoya would go with that.

osasunakomo // misunderstandings

“Do you wanna go on a date?”

Motoya’s eyes seem to flash before his eyes. he never thought his final moments would be after practice in the changing room. but yet here he is.

found an old atsuomi band au wip with atsumu as lead singer. i will be looking into this again

this is the cutest thing ever pls

I colored it HIHIHIII 🤏😍

#sakuatsu #atsuomi

atsumu actually loved him. and that mattered more than any stupid piece of clothing ever could

but atsumu wasn’t like that. atsumu noticed him. atsumu told him that he didn’t have to fit a specific image to receive love. atsumu showed him that what matters isnt the clothes he wears. it’s him being the person who wears them.

and he realized his rejection of the image wasn’t because he had to dress up. instead it was his parents not showing up the way he had to for them. he realized it wasn’t the clothes that he hated so much. it was being forced into something without any consideration

and suddenly he noticed that he didn’t even have one shirt laying around. he noticed how his pants don’t really fit him properly because he never bothered to get the right size. he noticed that he felt the urge to dress up for someone who would do the same for him

but also a kiyoomi who met atsumu. who lights up his world like he’s never had before. who makes kiyoomi do and feel things he never thought he would. an atsumu who makes him everything he wasn’t

a kiyoomi who never had the urge to dress up because he shouldn’t have to. maybe it was defiance. maybe it was laziness. maybe it was both. but he left those clothes behind with his wish to be the son his parents wanted.