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Yaku Morisuke || Claustrophobic

WARNING: claustrophobia ahead, and like a mild panic attack, so if that could trigger anybody at all please don't readddd

Yaku was requested by chubbypanda10 -- I hope you enjoy it :) 

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 It was a good plan, alright? The Nekoma team was going to gather up (f/n) and Yaku, throw them into the supply closet, and force them to talk about their feelings, because the dancing around their accidental kiss was getting a little ridiculous, and the other boys just wanted their ship to sail already.

They didn't take one thing into account, though - Yaku was claustrophobic. They all had a hunch - when they had matches far away, ones they had to take the bus to, he preferred to sit alone, and if he had to sit next to anybody (especially someone that takes up a lot of room, like Lev or Kuroo) he got more antsy than usually, and tried to drown himself in music. Everyone just thought it was him being annoyed with the proximity because they were all loud, which was also true, but he didn't mind that as much as he minded the thought of everything being too close, too small.

They didn't know, though, so they proceeded with their plans and threw the two in the supply closet without so much as an explanation, besides the encouraging words of "Figure this the hell out!" from Kuroo.

The reaction from Yaku was near immediate - once he'd realized he was in there with somebody - (f/n) for that matter - he started panicking. He didn't want anybody to know, didn't need anybody to know what happened when he was enclosed somewhere for so long, but it was about to happen because Kuroo and his fucking lackeys couldn't mind their own damn business. That slipped Yaku's mind quickly, however, and then he was only focused on one thing - getting out.

Now, Yaku was always a rather composed man - (f/n) had only ever seen him break when he was yelling at Lev, and while that happened quite often, it was understandable; Lev liked to push at Yaku's buttons, and if (f/n) were in his shoes she would break and yell and kick the taller boy too. But this, Yaku's immediate nosedive from annoyed at his team to absolutely terrified was something (f/n) never expected. His eyes widened, his face drained of color, and his fists were immediately pounding on the door.

"Open the damn door, Kuroo! This isn't a joke!"

(f/n) sighed, an annoyed tone to her voice when she spoke. "You know how they are, Yaku - they love to fuck with us more than anything, and this is just another one of their dumb jokes. They'll let us out of here as soon as they decide they'd much rather pick on each other again."

Yaku didn't listen to her, even though he knew it was true - the other boys on his team couldn't focus on much for a long time; aside from volleyball they were too energetic, too preoccupied with everything around them to focus on one thing for long enough. In about ten minutes the other players would grow bored of this and let the two third years out of the closet. Right now though the only thing running through Yaku's mind was escaping the enclosed space - getting out.

The door wasn't locked from the outside, so Yaku pushed on it to get it to open. He heard Lev's laugh, and then some words. "Good luck, Yaku-San! We're holding the door closed until we hear nothing but kissing!"

Yaku's limbs were starting to feel weak, his palms growing sweaty and his heart rate picking up. "Please, let us out," he tried again, voice so quiet that even (f/n) could barely hear him.

"Don't act so upset to be in here with me - we don't have to talk or kiss, just a little bit of waiting."

"I-I can't wait," he said, turning to look at the girl. He pressed his back against the door, trying to create as much space for himself as he could. "I can't even breathe we just -" he paused to breathe, something he hadn't done much of in the last minute. "We gotta get out." He slid down the door to being sitting down, his knees to his chest and his palms resting over his eyes. "Please, we need to get out soon."

Realization struck (f/n) then, and she was moving into action immediately. "Yaku, what's wrong? Are you claustrophobic?" Yaku nodded, the movement one (f/n) could barely see in the dark. "Here," she said, moving her hand around on the wall to find the light switch. Once the light was switched on Yaku saw that the supply closet had much more room than he had originally thought, but it didn't help his impending panic - they were still, for lack of a better word, stuck. "Look at me, Yaku." It took a few more tries for the boy to listen, but when he did he was relieved to find (f/n) smiling down at him. "What else can I do to help you?"

That question made Yaku's mind start racing even more - usually when he was feeling panicked because of small spaces he distraced himself; reading, music, homework. Anything he could pick up, divert his eyes or mind to, and right now he didn't have anything.

"When my little sister has panic attacks I sing to her or get her to do breathing exercises, but I'm sure you already know proper breathing techniques, and I'm also sure you don't want to hear me sing children's songs out of tun-"

"Just, distract me please, or get those idiots to open the door."

"How do I distract you?"

If he weren't panicking, he would have blushed. Because, as embarrassed as he'd be to admit it, he'd thought about how (f/n) could help him a lot - he thought about how (f/n) could hold his hand and rub his back to help calm him down, or how the feelings of her lips on his, one he'd only experienced once, could help ground him; bring him back to the real world.

He went to reply, but he could only stutter. Through the embarrassing thoughts and the panic he was feeling, he couldn't properly form words anymore. His tongue wasn't cooperating - it was metaphorically tied in his mouth, useless to him in this moment.

(f/n) seemed to read his mind, though, because she was kneeling down next to him soon enough, her hands hesitating in touching his shoulders. "Is it okay if..." (f/n) looked at her hands, and Yaku's eyes followed before he was nodding frantically. His breath seemed to steady a bit as (f/n)'s hands rested on his shoulders, the right one immediately going to rub at his back. "And it's alright if I kiss you now?"

Yaku nodded again, clenching his eyes shut. "(f/n), please, I need something else to focus on."

So, she did.

The kiss was familiar in a way that (f/n) didn't think it would be - it'd been months since she had kissed Yaku, but it felt natural, like she'd been doing it all her life. Yaku's lips were a sensation against her own that she never wanted to forget, and she hoped that after this situation she wouldn't have to forget it.

Yaku seemed just as eager for the kiss as (f/n), though she wasn't sure if that was because he saw it as a good distraction or he was happy it was her. (She was hoping it was a mixture of the two, but she wasn't sure and she wouldn't be sure until she actually talked to Yaku, but that could wait until a time that they weren't kissing.)

She let Yaku lead the kiss, which left it a little messy, a little rushed, but it was still good - (f/n) figured kissing Yaku would be good no matter what, because even with his unpracticed tongue and his distracted mind making it as sloppy a kiss as it was she loved it.

The kiss was ended when the door was opened and Yaku fell backwards, (f/n) falling on top of him. When they looked up they saw the other volleyball members, all looking smug at the revelation of their plan. (f/n) went to speak, to yell at them all for locking them in a closet when Yaku was claustrophobic, but she was stopped when Yaku spoke. "There, we sorted it out, now leave us be."

They all listened, a few of them leaving at the insistence of Kuroo to give the couple some privacy. "You don't want them to know?" (f/n) asked, looking down at Yaku with disbelief.

"They're annoyingly worried about everything all the time - if they found out they'd be so insistent on giving me my space that I don't think they'd touch me in team huddles anymore. It's not that big of a deal, as long as they don't lock me up ever again we'll be good."

(f/n) hummed and moved to get off of him, and they stayed sat on the floor for a moment before the girl was speaking again. "So, we sorted it out?" she asked, trying to be nonchalant and completely failing.

"Uhh yeah," his hand met the back of his neck, "if you'd like to, I would love for you to be my girlfriend."

(f/n) smiled wide and took Yaku's other hand. "Yeah, I'd love that."