seijaku

The world is not fair. Shitty things happen to good people and bad people and everyone in between. In this day and age, financial debt can ruin lives in the blink of an eye. Backed into a corner, desperate people will do desperate things in order to survive. This story doesn't have a happy ending, but it is interesting to watch the choices people make when they know the ultimate outcome will always be the same.

To put it simply, Oikawa Tooru was straight. As an arrow, as a whistle, as a million other similes that could build the hill he'd die on. However, from an outsider's perspective, all of that was put into question by the way he moaned into the mouth of the man who currently had a tongue shoved down his throat and a very happy little problem poking into his thigh.

Oikawa tries something new and maybe likes it a little bit.

“Instinct is a marvelous thing. It can neither be explained nor ignored.” ― Agatha Christie, The Mysterious Affair at Styles

Unspoken laws are set in place by a society that fears change, let alone admitting it was wrong. Navigating a world like that can be dangerous. Sometimes you just have to rely on instinct.

When Oikawa Tooru's perfect life comes crashing down around him, he's faced with the moral quandary of burning all bridges with his best friend, or standing idly by to watch him wither away. Along the way, he discovers a few more unsettling truths about his friends, catches a glimpse into the disturbing underground of an otherwise pristine city, and finds himself faced with impossible decisions that simply don't have any clear outcome. Self-exploration, challenge, and mistakes await him, and oh, will he make many mistakes. Who is Oikawa Tooru if not a man who makes mistakes?

The Japan V.League goes on a trip to Italy to train at a professional beach volleyball camp with players from other national leagues. Osamu tags along at Atsumu's insistence, but when they all arrive at the hotel they'll be staying at, a problem surfaces: they're one room short.

"Huh... Guess I forgot t'book a room fer ya," Atsumu confessed without sounding all that sorry about it. Osamu gritted his teeth and narrowed his eyes.
"Are ya tellin' me ya dragged me all the way to another country without a place to stay? Did ya lose yer last brain cell in the empty milk carton ya left in the fridge yesterday or somethin'?!"
"Quit yellin' at me! I jus' said I forgot, okay?!"
"Both of you knock it off," Meian chided. "We'll just have him room with one of us. It's not a problem."

Komori didn't expect himself to volunteer, but he found the words leaving his mouth before he knew what he was saying, anyway.

various ships and kinks as an excuse to write smut i guess. maybe more chapters to be added past the initial 12 i have planned right now idk. warnings posted in the notes at the top of each chapter