spike my heart (haikyuu x male reader)

through a storm (koshi s.)

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reader is koshi's boyfriend and is in the art club.

:oneshot requested:

@strawberryurmom
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being in your last year of high school could bring many different emotions. you're happy, because school is ending, you're sad, because school is ending, or something else.

suga, was scared.

he didn't want to admit it, he didn't want to admit that all his thoughts lately revolved around what would happen to everyone and himself after high school. the fear of the unknown took over his entire being and he was barely able to perform basic every day activities right.

he would wake up and realize that the countdown to graduation was getting closer. he would look in the mirror and realize he wasn't going to be eighteen forever.

he would take y/n's hand in his, and realize that they wanted different things in life. and that never turned out good.

what if they grew apart? what if they fell out of love with each other?

suga knew that he didn't want to continue a volleyball career and instead wanted to be a teacher right here in miyagi. but y/n wanted to go to this high-end art school all the way in hiroshima.

and suga wanted to see all of y/n's dreams come true, but when they had to be apart from each other, he doesn't know how he'll handle it. and he doesn't want to seem like the selfish type if he asks y/n if he could pick a school closer to him, but y/n has been there for him when no else was, they've known each other way before high school.

suddenly not having the one person he knew he could count on just a ten minute walk away was going to be hell.

but did ever tell any of this to y/n?

no.

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suga stood outside y/n's house, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. he crossed his arms and let out a deep breath, the heaviness in his chest never ceasing.

the front door opened, and y/n stepped out, a smile lighting up his face.

"morning, koshi." y/n greeted softly, leaning in to give suga a gentle peck on the lips.

suga returned the smile, albeit a bit strained, and intertwined his fingers with y/n's. in just a years time, he wouldn't be able to do this everyday.

they started walking towards school, the morning air crisp and cool. suga remained stiff, his grip tightening on y/n's hand gradually.

he felt a lump in his throat he tried to swallow back. he didn't want to cry, that's just obscene. was he really going to cry over something that hasn't happened yet?

y/n glanced at suga, noticing the tension in his shoulders and the pained look in his eyes.

"are you okay?" y/n asked gently, squeezing his hand.

suga flinched, then forced a smile, looking at y/n. "i'm fine!"

y/n knew he was lying, but decided not to press further. suga never tried to get him to talk whenever he was having a partially bad day, so he shouldn't do it to him.