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Hi @mintybogdanow, thank you for the request and the compliment and the well wishes! I will do my
best to write someone with ADD without being offensive or stereotypical. I did
some brief reading on the subject to try to get a gist of what it is and how it
manifests. I have a friend who has it and takes medication to help her focus,
so at least I have some experience with
it in real life. In either scenario, the self-description I give the reader is not how I think all people who have ADD
think of themselves or that I think that of them. It’s to try to add to the
angst request. Please let me know if I completely miss the mark and I’ll do
what I can to change it. Per the request, there is NSFW content so if that
makes you uncomfortable, you may want to skip this one. Also, since there are
two scenarios this is a bit of a longer post.

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Hajime Iwaizumi

“_______-chan, did you hear anything I just said?” Hajime’s
voice makes you start, your eyes darting back to his face. Being together for
as long as you have, you can tell the annoyed look he’s wearing is genuine, not
just his normal “resting stick up the ass” face as Oikawa calls it. You feel
yourself blush, turning your eyes away in embarrassment. Truthfully, no, you
haven’t heard a word for the past few minutes because you keep getting
distracted by the guys playing a flashy videogame.

Tonight, since his parents are out of town and all of the
team are practically their own children by this point, most of the players and
some of their girlfriends have ended up at Hajime’s to hang out. Most just sit
around chatting volleyball (of course) but some opted to actually do something
and turned on the game. Which wouldn’t normally be a problem if you’d
remembered to take your Ritalin but of course tonight would be the night you
forgot it at home. In all honesty, you should have just gone to get it but couldn’t
come up with a viable excuse to leave since no one, not even Hajime, knows you
have ADD. It’s not something you like to talk about.

“Sorry, no, what were you saying,” you finally admit with a
sheepish smile.

“You’ve been acting weird all night, is something wrong?” he
asks gruffly. Hajime never has been one to beat around the bush.  

Your heart rate jumps up a bit; you thought you were doing a
good job until this moment of maintaining focus but apparently he’s picked up
on your situation much faster than anticipated. Still, you feign ignorance.

“What do you mean?”

His frown deepens. “I don’t know, it’s just…you aren’t as
focused. Usually you follow a conversation no problem but it’s not just that.
You forgot where you put your cup at least five times and you never do that.
And when Kindaichi asked you to grab the chips from the kitchen you went in but
came back out empty handed.”

Your eyes widen; were you really doing this badly without your medication? It’s been so long since you’ve
missed a dosage that you’d forgotten how quickly its effectiveness can wear off.
That and you’re surprised at how much Hajime appears to watch you; if you
weren’t so mortified by the situation you’d be flattered at all his attention
you weren’t even aware you’ve been receiving. Talk about ironic.

Hearing all the things he’s noticed, knowing there’s
probably more he isn’t saying, you feel your eyes start to tear up. This is not how you wanted him to find out about
this, in fact, you’d hoped to never need to tell him. But it’s unavoidable now
with him looking at you with less annoyance and more concern, waiting for you
to give an explanation to his observations. Seeing your face begin to scrunch
up in efforts not to cry he silently takes your hand, leading you upstairs to
his room.

Once there he shuts the door, locking it for good measure; Oikawa
is known for bursting in at inopportune moments to tease Iwa-chan about “being
naughty” with his girlfriend. Sitting you down on the bed, he takes his place
next to you, his right knee bent and touching your left.

“Ok, what’s going on?” he asks holding both your hands.

“Um,” you stammer, your tears flowing a bit more now that
you’re alone, “I…I’m sorry I never told you before but…I…I have ADD and…I
forgot my medication s-so it’s hard for me to focus.”

If you were expecting a big reaction from him, he doesn’t
deliver. He waits silently but when you don’t go on asks, “Is that it?”

Shock spreads across your face, followed by irritation.
“What do you mean, “is that it”? What, like it’s not a big deal, or something?”
You rise to your feet, pacing back and forth as you rant, “Do you think it’s
easy for me to admit I have to rely on medication every day, multiple times a day just to function
“normally”? That it’s not terrifying to admit to my perfect boyfriend that I
have a chemical imbalance?” You run your hands into your hair, tugging slightly
in your frustration. You didn’t mean to freak out, but his lack of reaction and
nonchalant attitude about something that really bothers you about yourself
feels like a slap to the face making you groan out, “How can you be so
unaffected that there’s something wrong
with me?”

He interrupts your breakdown by springing to his feet, his
hands wrenching your own from your hair before he grabs you by the head and
kisses you deeply. His tongue slices through the seam of your lips, dueling
with yours in heated passion.

His hands move from your head to wrap his arms around your
waist tugging you against his firm body. Your own encircle his neck, your head
tilting to grant him more access to ravish your mouth. Hajime pushes you back
against the wall, trailing his fingers until the hem of your shirt with teasing
touches making you squirm.

When you pull back for breath you pant, “What are you
doing?”

He nips your neck making you gasp. “Distracting you,” he
murmurs against your flesh before latching on and sucking firmly. Your hands
grip his large biceps, knees quickly turning to jelly.  

Between hot open mouthed kisses against your neck his husky
voice says, “I never want to hear you talk about yourself like that again.” His
hand deftly unzips your skirt sending it pooling to the floor at your feet. “I’m
not perfect, you are and don’t you
ever say otherwise,” he commands kneeling and taking your panties with him.

Before you can protest, he’s lifted you off the ground,
throwing your legs over his shoulders, his face buried between your thighs.
Looking up he grins mischievously. “The only thing I want to hear you moaning
is my name.” With that, he kisses you once before opening his mouth and licking
you firmly.

“Oh god,” you breath.

He pulls back just enough to say cheekily, “That is an
acceptable substitute,” before going back to working your core with his
skillful tongue. He pushes deep inside, swirling around making you fidget but
his strong arms are wrapped firmly around your thighs keeping you secure. You
throw your head back letting out a deep moan as his sucks your clit just like
he knows you love it.

Your hands are clenching his hair, tugging slightly with
each new sensation he gives making him groan into your flesh.

In little time at all he has you reaching your peak and you
move one hand to your mouth to cover your scream. He keeps up his attentions,
drawing out your orgasm until you gently push on his forehead to indicate
you’ve had enough; your voice isn’t working at the moment.

Setting you down, he stands back up, wiping his mouth on the
back of his hand before tugging you towards his bed. Without a word, he takes
out a spare pair of shorts and a t-shirt he keeps in his room just for you. As
you change he does too, into a muscle tank top and pajama pants.

“What about the guys?” you ask.

“Tch, they’ve learned by now to leave us alone, they can
stay as long as they want, I’ll deal with the mess tomorrow,” he mutters
turning off the light and climbing into bed with you.

As he pulls you into his arms, your head on his chest, he
says lowly, “I’m sorry you thought I didn’t care about what you told me. That
isn’t what I think at all.” Taking a deep breath, he goes on, “Honestly, and
don’t you ever tell him I said this,
but I think Trashykawa may be a little right when he calls me a worrywart.” His
confession makes you giggle and he pokes your side in retaliation before going
on, “I mean, my head immediately went to something serious, like, I don’t know
a brain tumor or something. And knowing you,” he squeezes you tighter, “that is
something you’d be just as likely to keep from me because you worry about
burdening other people.”

Moving his hand to cup your cheek he tilts your head so that
your eyes meet his, giving you a smile he saves just for you. “I don’t care if
you have ADD, babe, it doesn’t make me love you any less.”

“I love you too, Hajime,” you whisper kissing him lightly.
Before you can draw back he deepens it, rolling over on top of you.

Looking down into your still flushed face he grins. “I don’t
know why I bothered letting you get dressed,” he says pulling you up just
enough to take off your shirt, “I’m nowhere near done with you.”

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Yuu Nishinoya

“But _____-chan,” whines Yuu as you walk together from
class, “why can’t you come? It’s been ages
since you have and I want to show you my “crash of lightning” receive!”

“What happened to “rolling thunder”?” you ask avoiding his
question.

He puffs out his chest a bit. “That’s been perfected, so that’s why you have to come and see the
new one!”

Of course you can’t make him forget his request/demand. He
may be hyper, but the boy is nothing if not focused, especially when it comes
to something he wants; unlike you, particularly today. Ever since second year
started you’ve felt like your normal dosage of medication isn’t helping as much
with your ADD. It will be a week before you can get in to your doctor to get
your prescription changed and since you’re not comfortable upping the dosage on
your own you’ll just have to make do until then.

“Yuu-kun, you know I would if I could but I have a ton of
homework to get done. Why don’t you just come over when you get back?” Being an
exchange student with your own living quarters has its advantages since there
are no parents, siblings or roommates to distract you; you do that enough on
your own and don’t want Yuu or the rest of the team to see you struggling to
stay focused.

“But I’ll be gone the whole weekend! Because it’s so far, Kiyoko
arranged for us to stay so we could have two days there! Just start your
homework on the bus! I already asked coach if you could come and since Yachi-san
is sick he said it’s fine!” he says enthusiastically. “Please?! And hey, I
promise I’ll help you, not that you’ll need it because you’re a genius but
still.”

You smile despite your discomfort; he really is too sweet. “Yuu-kun,
you have your own homework to worry about, gotta keep those grades up so you
can keep playing volleyball,” you say squeezing his hand.

He tugs you close, throwing his arm around your shoulders
and kissing your temple. “_____-chan, please come! I want to introduce you to
the Nekoma guys. Most of them don’t believe you’re real and I have to show off
my gorgeous girlfriend!” Normally you’d be laughing but the thought of meeting
new people while you’re dealing with this has your anxiety spiking.  

“Yuu, I can’t. I’m sorry but they’re just practice games, right?”
you say more firmly pulling from his embrace. The last thing you want is to end
the day on a sour note, especially with him leaving for the entire weekend, but
his pestering is starting to get to you; you already said no twice, he should
accept that.

“Just practice
games?” he repeats and you suppress the impulse to groan. That was pretty much
the worst thing you could have said to him; every
game is important to these boys and Yuu-kun is one of the most intense,
particularly because this is Nekoma and it’s very rare for them to be able to
get together. That and no doubt he’s hurt that you seemingly don’t want to meet
his rival/friends.

Before you can explain he storms off to the gym and you rub
your temples. Dating the hyperactive libero, as much as you love him, can take
its toll on you. Sighing you make your way to the train station alone. As you
walk you text a brief apology to your boyfriend and wish him good luck with his
games. When you reach home, you start reheating leftovers before getting down
to business with your work.

An hour later you’re still struggling with the same
assignment, your mind a jumbled mess not only because the noise from your
neighbor’s TV is distracting you but because you’re thinking about Noya being
mad at you which frustrates you because he’s not even here and he’s become a distraction! At this rate, it would have
been better to have just gone to Tokyo since it’s unlikely you’ll be able to
get much done thanks to both your ADD and your anxiety plaguing you.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts. Opening
it, you’re surprised to see Yuu standing there, a serious look on his face.

“What are you doing here?” you ask as he walks past you,
shrugging off his jacket, “I thought you’d be on your way to Tokyo by now?”

Over his shoulder he replies, “Coach decided to leave hella
early in the morning, we’d get there too late to do anything tonight and some
of the guys have stuff they need to finish.”

“Oh,” you say, unsure where to go from here.

A beat of silences passes before you both say, “I’m sorry.”

He turns to look at you. “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything
wrong! I’m the one who acted like a jerk. Plus, you already sent me this,” he
says showing his phone with your apology on it.  

You shrug. “I shouldn’t have acted like these Nekoma games
aren’t important. They are and I know that. I just…” you trail off, unsure you’re
confident enough to confess why you were so snappish about going.

Yuu takes your hand, tugging you to the couch where you sit
together face to face. Blushing a little he says, “I should have figured something
was wrong when you were so resistant to come with us but I was only focused on
myself and what I wanted.” He sighs, swallowing once before continuing, “But I
do think there’s something more you’re not telling me about why you don’t want
to go.”

You turn your head, unable to look him in the eyes. He
shifts his head down, coming into your line of vision until you finally look at
him. “Please, _____-chan, whatever it is, you can trust me,” he says quietly.
It’s the most serious you’ve seen him in a while, maybe ever.

Taking a deep breath, you say, “You’re right, Yuu-kun, there
is something I’ve been keeping from you. It’s not because I don’t trust you but
because I’m embarrassed.” Steeling your nerves, you finally confess, “I have
ADD and the medication I’m taking is starting to not work as well and I can’t
get a new dosage until I see my doctor next week. That’s why school has been a
lot harder for me these past couple months and getting homework done even while
I’m alone takes me forever, so trying to do it while traveling or away from
home feels impossible. And because my attention span is waning more and more I’m
really nervous about meeting new people. What if they think I’m weird or rude
or annoying because I can’t keep up or focus on what they’re saying?”

Yuu is silent for a moment before swiftly pulling you into
his arms in a crushing hug. Despite his stature, he’s exceptionally strong and
you’ve never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. His hand runs through your hair
as he kisses your cheek. “I had no clue, no frickin’ clue you were dealing with
something like this. And all by yourself! You don’t even have your mom or dad
or sisters here to help you!”

Pulling back and wiping some stray tears from your eyes you
snicker. “If you didn’t notice, Yuu-kun, I’m pretty independent. I can take
care of myself.”

He cups your face with both hands, his intense gaze boring
into your eyes. “I know that, but _____-chan, everyone needs at least one person they can rely on to tell
everything to. To cry or get angry with and, well, I know I’m not the most
serious guy out there, but I’d like to be that person for you. Please don’t
keep stuff from me, let me help you, even if you feel like you don’t need it.”

You smile and nod, kissing him gently on the lips to express
your appreciation. Glancing to the table you sigh. He follows your gaze, eyes
landing on the piles of books and papers. “Still working on it?” he asks and you
nod again. Shifting to face the table he looks over what you have left to do.

“Tell you what,” he says after a few minutes, “Ennoshita-san
really helped me understand these types of problems. I can do these while you
keep working on your essay.”

“That’s sweet Yuu-kun, but I won’t learn it if you do it for
me,” you say nudging his shoulder with your own.

“Just this once,” he says, “I’ll explain it to you after you
get your new meds.”

Appreciative of your non-studious boyfriend being willing to
do your homework you finally give in. When he’s finished with what he could
help you on, Yuu is surprisingly helpful with keeping you on task if he notices
your attention starting to wander. You never knew he could be so focused on anything
besides volleyball. After two hours, though, he starts nuzzling the back of
your neck from his position behind you on the couch. Little peppery kisses dot
all over your skin making you sigh and lean back into his embrace.

“Yuu-kun,” you say in a soft whisper, “you’re supposed to be
helping me focus.”

He hums in discontent, reaching his arms under yours and
hauling you to your feet. Spinning you around he sits back down, pulling you
onto him to straddle his lap on the couch. Insistent lips meet yours in a deep,
long kiss. Moving down to your neck he says throatily, “You’ve been working long
enough and got a lot done. You deserve a reward.”

His fingers work the buttons on your blouse, pulling it open
and shirking it down your arms. He tosses it away, his hands on your bra before
the shirt touches the ground. When your breasts are free he nuzzles his face between
them before placing soft, delicate kisses over every square inch. Your hands
trail through his hair, your core grinding down against the growing erection in
his pants.

Your head tosses back, giving Yuu full access to your body,
his lips sucking and tongue lapping over your sensitive flesh. When he suckles
your nipple you cry out his name, clamping your hand to the back of his head
while his other hand squeezes your waist. You trail your hand between your
bodies, rubbing through his clothes and making him groan. Unable to resist any
longer he rotates quickly, tossing you on the couch before standing up. In
rapid succession he relieves you of your pants and underwear, shredding his own
clothes in record time. Covering you with his warm body he kisses you again,
tongue rolling over and around yours.

He moves again to your throat, latching onto your pulse point
and sucking hard as his hand reaches between your legs to tease you. Your hips
buck up, desperate for his touch, for friction, for anything!

“Yuu, please,” you moan and he rubs firmly making you cry
out again. His fingers are magic, working you over until you’re a panting mess
begging him to drive into you and give you what you really want. Grinning down
at you, he kisses your nose.

“One sec,” he says and grabs a condom from his bag. Slipping
it on he’s back in a flash, shifting your hips to just where he wants you. He
takes a firm grasp of your hair pulling slightly; you love it when he gets
dominant. “What do you want, _____-chan?” he whispers in your ear.

“I want you, I want you so bad,” you beg making him smile
wider. Keeping his eyes locked on yours he slowly enters you, making you inhale
sharply. He starts a slow and steady rhythm but it quickly turns into a rapid
pace, his hips slamming up against yours in the most delicious way as he cradles
you close to his body.

“Oh, oh Yuu!”

“_____-chan, I…I love you so much,” he pants before kissing
your lips.

“I love you too, oh! Oh!” you cry out as he hits that one
spot in you that makes your insides quiver with pleasure. He picks up the pace
again, reading the signs on your face and the noises you’re making. Soon he’s
got you there, your body shaking in blissful release as he too comes to the top
of the mountain. When you’re both starting down from your high, he crawls off
of you and heads to the bathroom to dispose of the condom.

You follow, intercepting him as he exits to pull him to your
bed. Falling onto it, he covers you both, pushing you to your side so he can
spoon up behind you. Kissing your cheek, he says, “I have to get up really early
tomorrow to go home to pack. But I’m glad we were able to be together tonight.”

Rotating in his arms you face him. “Me too, Yuu. And,” you
add after a moment’s pause, “I’ll come with you to Tokyo.”

His eyes grow bright, his former sleepiness flitting away
like mist on a hot morning. “Really? Oh that’s awesome, this weekend just
became the best ever!”

Hugging him close you nuzzle into the crook of his neck, falling
asleep to him talking about all the guys on Nekoma’s team you’ll be meeting and
how much they’re going to love you and how jealous they’ll be of him. He can’t
wait.

From near the beginning of the blog, hope you enjoy!