Aone's Romance || Aone Takanobu x Reader

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This chapter contains mature content such as sexual themes, please read at your own discretion. I will include this symbol (+*+*+) when the mature part begins and ends.

A week had passed, and then two weeks, and eventually a month. (L/n) hadn't gone crying to Aones house since that night nearly a month ago, she would visit him regularly with a smile on her face.

By now the entire school knew of (L/n)'s departure in a month, and nearly every student had taken pity on the couple. Aone had learned to ignore all the "I'm sorry"s she revived during the day, but the "Will you miss her?" Question always struck a nerve in his heart.

What kind of question was that?

"Will you miss her?"

Of course Aone would miss (F/n), how could he not? She meant more to him than words could express - as cheesy as it sounded, it was the truth. The white haired boy was absolutely dazed by the girl. This was no short lived infatuation, this would be a lifetime feeling, the way he cared for the overlytalkitive girl - he could never care for another like that.

(L/n) had been extra cheery lately, and Aone was begining to wonder if it was just a facade so that their last memories together would seem happy. He wondered if she was really as happy as her smile was showing. He wondered if she thought of the small things he thought of when they would go on dates. He wondered if she was scared as much as he was.

He was beginning to worry too much.

During his games he would often find himself lost in thought, thinking about everything and nothing in particular, and he would often renter reality and hear (L/n)'s blissful voice cheering him on. She had attended every single one of his games, just as he had attended all of hers.

Today was especially different, it was a game against karasuno - a rematch rather - and (L/n) had been preparing for this game for nearly a week. This would be the last game of the volleyball season, a game to cherish for sure.

She had prepared goodie bags for both teams by taking donations from the Iron wall fan club, and was able to arrange a small party for after the game that Futakuchi agreed to have okay his house. She had spoken to both of the teams conches and asked to keep it a secret from the boys - all except Futakuchi of course.

(L/n) remembered when she had first started planning this entire ordeal, Futakuchi was gushing with ideas.

"What if we add volleyballs into the goodie bags!" He chirped basically bouncing in his seat. The girl had stifled a laugh and raised an eyebrow at the boy. "How much money do you think we have?" She asked teasingly, causing his cheeks to redden from embarrassment.

"Ah, right... well what about -"

"I can almost guarantee what your about to say is going to be ridiculous." (F/n) joked, and then laughed when Futakuchi frowned deeply. "You right, I was going to say booze." He whined, and this made the girl laugh even harder.

"Alright, alright, I'll take care of the goodie bags. You just worry about the party." (L/n) smiled.

"What about-"

"No booze at the party Futakuchi."

"....."

"I'm serious."

"...."

"....okay fine maybe just a little."

"YES!" The boy leaped from his chair, throwing his hands in the air.

He blushed realizing he had caused a scene in the quite library and now everyone inside was staring at him with eyes before quickly sitting down.

"Um... I actually wanted to talk to you about something." Futakuchi smiled, now whispering so that he wouldn't disturb the people in the building any further.