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If he had considered it hard enough, he could have come to the conclusion that a part of him longed for the way he had felt the last time he let Hajime do a little more than touch him. But Tooru didn’t. Because in the end, Iwaizume Hajime was just a boxer. And a boy, at that. That’s all that he could ever be.
And Suga was wrong, really— it wasn’t denial that stopped him from being anything more. It was self preservation. But if there was one thing Tooru had failed to learn in life, it was that the world always bites back just when you think you have it right.
OR: an iwaoi AU where Oikawa is determined to strive for success, and is forced by Iwaizume to a devastating realisation that there’s more to life than ballet :)
(yet another chatfic with way too much writing and an overconfident author who has too many unfinished fics already)
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24 Jun 2026
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When Atsumu severely injures himself on the court, Kiyoomi (reluctantly) agrees to take care of him.
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20 Jun 2026
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Atsumu's pent up after his long line of rejections and unsatisfying hookups so Kiyoomi makes him an offer he can't refuse
Aka: Kiyoomi does Atsumu a favor and completely ruins his perception of sex and relationships in the best way possible
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- Part 5 of The Things We Never Mention
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18 Jun 2026
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Meet Sakusa Kiyoomi. He’s rich, he’s smart, he’s a moron and he’s currently in a three-year-long rivalry with Miya Osamu, the world’s biggest asshole.
Enter Miya Atsumu, the new kid at school — and also, Osamu’s twin brother.
When Sakusa hears Atsumu has joined their school, he comes up with a supposedly “brilliant” plan.
What could go wrong?
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09 Jun 2026
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“Hi,” Kenma murmured.
Kuroo smiled, something soft and beautiful that stole all the air from the room. “Hi.”
Kenma brought his hands to Kuroo’s shirt. He let his eyes drop to follow the movement. He fiddled with the buttons there. Not trying to undo them, but more a nervous tick. Kuroo’s thumb snuck under his shirt and rubbed against his hipbone. It was distracting.
Eyes still averted, because it was safer that way, Kenma whispered, “Do you love me?”
To Kuroo’s credit, his thumb did not falter in its soothing gesture. His hands did not twitch and his breathing did not change. His voice was perfectly even, unreasonably calm, as he leaned forward and whispered in Kenma’s ear, “Yes.”
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kuroo and kenma from middle school to college and all the fluff that comes with them admitting their feelings