Summary: under the bed, inside a box, it awaits to be found: a collection of letters from sakusa who was recovering from amnesia, addressed to atsumu, his fiancé.

ʜᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ's ʜᴇ's ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴀ sᴜᴘᴘʟᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ. ʙᴜᴛ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇɴ ғᴀᴋᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ʜᴇ ᴡᴀɴᴛs ʀᴇᴀʟ ʟᴏᴠᴇ. ~~~~~~ I DON'T OWN ANY IMAGES USED. I DON'T OWN HAIKYUU OR ITS CHARACTERS. PLEASE SUPPORT THE OFFICIAL RELEASE . (Please don't me sue, a teenaged 16 year old girl doesn't have much to give to give you) ~~~~~~ Yandere! Kenma kozume x reader ~~~~~~ Note: Legitimately only half way through season 2 at this time and I haven't read the manga so please be cautious if I get something wrong- ~~~~~~ ⚠️!warnings/triggers⚠️ ~~~~~~ - Gore/Blood -details of dead bodies -Sexual themes -Stalking - Abuse -Drug use

[ace is online] "so what's ruining your life today?" "my addiction, obviously. also, lack of serotonin" in which iwaizumi joins a support chatroom for people suffering with various addictions. they turn out to be dumbasses though. _______________________ [this is somewhat of a crackfic but with a serious undertone] tw: includes mentions of drugs, self-harm, abuse. note: this is in no way romanticizing serious addictions. if you have an addiction that is bad for your health, please seek out help. ©️hqheaven

Summary: "Hey, Miya-" "I saw the sex stuff in your bathroom," Atsumu violently blurts against his will. Time stretches out, eternal, unending... the void at the beginning and end of all things coming to claim Atsumu as he stands in his borrowed house slippers by Sakusa's door. There's a ringing in his ears, or perhaps it's the laughter of some vengeful god. Sakusa's expression doesn't outwardly change. His eyes feel like they're drilling holes in Atsumu's head. "It's not sex stuff. It's bondage gear."