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the act of falling in and out of love © toorusexual




(m/n) never believed in love.

He just couldn't understand it. How someone could love one person and one person only, no matter who else came and went from their life. All his life, he had been surrounded by nothing but failed love.

His parents, his grandparents, hell, even his own siblings.

They all thought they were in love, only for their hearts to be completely and utterly shattered, leaving them broken and lost.

Even his own relationships had never been successful. He's had moments where he thought that maybe love really was real, that he just hadn't found the right one yet.

Not even a week into all of those relationships, though, someone else would catch his eye and that would be the end of it.

(m/n) didn't believe in love, until he became hopelessly infatuated with him.


. · * · .


When he was asked where he planned to go to high school, (m/n) didn't have to think about his answer.

"Shiratorizawa, obviously. I'm going to play volleyball; I'm going to be on top."

He'd seen countless matches on TV of Shiratorizawa against other teams that he never bothered to remember; he didn't see a reason why.

The other teams never won anyway, they had no purpose when they walked off the court at the end of the match.

When he decided he wanted to go to Shiratorizawa and become powerful, he didn't believe he'd actually get accepted.

He wanted to be powerful, but he didn't feel like others believed he had the potential to become something great.

A month before his first year of high school started, he was handed a letter at breakfast.

He had been accepted to attend Shiratorizawa.


. · * · .


High school wasn't as difficult as (m/n) had been told it would be. He passed all his classes with flying colors, easily becoming an all A student. The boy didn't care all too much about his classes though, nothing was interesting to him.

Volleyball had all his attention.

The team was just as he had imagined; strong, intelligent, and absolutely tiring.

(m/n) let out deep puffs as he took sip after sip from his water bottle, resting against the gym wall. The coach had made them run three miles to see what they were made of, to see if they were cut out for the team that came from a powerhouse like Shiratorizawa.

People were dropping like flies, the coach telling them that they had to work on their physical build if they wanted to be powerful, to be strong. (m/n) was nervously waiting around for his turn to be told to leave, that he wasn't cut out for the team.


"Hey, (l/n), right?" A voice sounded as a pair of sneakers entered his vision as he stared at the floor, stopping right in front of him. He shot his head up, coming face to face with another first year.

The male was tall, taller than he was, with ash blonde hair and piercing brown eyes. When the other rose an eyebrow at him, (m/n) realized he was asked a question and he felt his face heat up.

"Ah, yes, that's me. And you are..?" he trailed off, waiting for the first year to introduce himself.

"I'm Semi Eita, nice to meet you. You're also a first year as well, correct?"

(m/n) nodded as Semi made himself comfortable beside him against the wall. "What made you decide to come to Shiratorizawa?" Semi asked, stretching his legs out in front of him. (m/n)'s tired and lazy expression formed into a serious one at the question.

He turned toward the other with a determined look in his eyes,

"I'm here to become strong. I want to be on top; I want people to get chills when they hear my name, when they see me on the court," he furrowed his eyebrows, "I came here to win."

Semi stared at him blankly before a smirk slowly made its way onto his face. He reached out and slapped (m/n) lightly on the back, his eyes glinting in the light of the gym, "That makes two of us."

Before he could reply, a whistle sounded through the gym. Immediately, all remaining students quieted and turned toward the coach, waiting anxiously.

"Now that I have everyone's attention, I've managed to narrow down the options into the people who qualify for the team," the coach cleared his throat and flipped a page on his clipboard beginning to read off names.

(m/n) could tell when he was nearing the end of the list and his name had yet to be called. Semi's had been called near the top, but he was giving (m/n) side glances as if he could feel the other's worry radiating off him.

He probably could.

"And lastly, (l/n) (m/n). Congratulations, you're all the new members of Shiratorizawa's Male Volleyball Club."

(m/n) let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in as Semi turned to him with a grin.

"Looking forward to playing with you, teammate."


. · * · .


By his second year, (m/n) had improved his skills greatly; he even managed to make it as a sub for the first line-up, but with new found skills came new found feelings.

Feelings that scared the ever-living shit out of him.

He didn't know what to call it, but he knew he only felt this way around a certain setter.

Semi had easily become his best friend during their first year and halfway through the year, (m/n) started feeling different around the other. He wasn't sure exactly what he was feeling, all he knew was that he definitely didn't mind it.

When he asked others for their advice on the matter, he was given the one answer he never thought he would hear, that he never wanted to hear.

"You like him," they said.

"You've developed feelings for him," they said.

"You're in love with him," they said.

"Love doesn't exist," he said.

He wasn't sure if he believed that anymore.

. · * · .


Halfway through second year, (m/n) accepted that yes, he was in love with Semi, and decided to do something about it. He confessed.

When the words first left his mouth, (m/n) thought he was going to run away, that he didn't return his feelings.

I knew it, he had thought bitterly, love doesn't exist.

His thoughts were cut off as a pair of soft lips connected with his own.




. · * · .


(m/n) and Semi were together for the rest of high school and into college, moving into a small apartment together instead of staying in the dorms. They had been lucky enough to get accepted to the same school.

They were happy and (m/n) truly loved him. He didn't understand how love worked just a few years ago, but now he did.

He's seen his fair share of attractive men over the years, but he hasn't felt the need to flirt and be with them like he used to. He couldn't imagine loving anyone other than the man he was currently with.

He was in love, but over the years, (m/n) seemed to have forgotten just how easy it was to fall back out of love.

It's happened in his life before, he was very aware of the signs that meant you and your lover were drifting away.

And (m/n) was afraid that that was exactly what's happening.

It was their third year of college and up until then, they hadn't had any problems in their relationship.

Nearing the end of junior year is when he started to notice. The two of them had practically stopped all sorts of communication.

It had started out with just a little less talking than usual, not ask many texts and phone calls. Then, they stopped eating and studying together.

Friday night movie nights stopped happening and Semi began to sleep in his own bed instead of sharing with (m/n).

He convinced himself that his boyfriend was just going through a rough time, like a family member passing away and him not wanting to mention it because it made him sadder.

Looking back at it now, (m/n) couldn't help but feel pathetic.

He was seated on the couch in their living room, Semi standing in front of him, wringing his hands nervously. He told the other that they needed to talk.

"Are you just gonna stand there twiddling your thumbs or are you gonna say what you need to say?" (m/n) asked, raising an eyebrow as he tried to keep his cool.

Semi nodded his head, pulling his hands apart. "Uh..." He started, looking away from him. "Before I start, I want to say that I've thought about this long and hard before making a final decision—"

"Eita...what—"

"—and this doesn't mean I never loved you, because, fuck, I loved you more than anything in the whole world."

loved.

(m/n) hated the past tense he used, it told him exactly what was coming. "Eita, listen—"

"And I honestly think this is the best for not just me, but for you as well. I just, I tried really hard to keep it going, I really did, (m/n), and I—"

"Eita!" (m/n) called, standing up and grabbing him by the shoulders. "Please, " he said, looking him in the eyes as he tries his best to keep tears out of his own.

"I...please," he repeated. "Just tell me, I know what you're going to say. Just get it over with."

The other nodded and the look Semi gave him hit him just as hard as his next sentence did. He knew it would happen, he should have seen this coming.

To think he actually believed he would be happy forever.

"I think we should break up, (m/n), I'm sorry."

I knew it, he had thought bitterly, love doesn't exist.

It's nothing but a fairy tale.
Saturday was my one year anniversary on here whoop






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