In which Sakusa Kiyoomi is raised to believe that gay people go to hell but then takes one look at Miya Atsumu and thinks, then why the hell did God make them so fucking hot?
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40k sakuatsu fanfic: haikyuu started this fic as a femme leaning person and ended it realizing that sometimes, i like being masc! cried a few tears and ugh this was so good and based on the seven husbands of evelyn hugo which made it 10x better.
Holy shit. I’m sobbing. Thank you for writing this. I resonate so deeply with Sakusa in this story. My parents are deeply religious and have told me my entire life that being gay is a choice and if you are, you’ll be sent to hell. It’s a terrifying but very real concept I was taught at such a young age. When I was 13 I became infatuated with my best friend and me and her had begun dating a few months later. We dated for 8 months. My parents knew how close I was to her but oblivious to them they never knew just how close. We broke up because her parents, who were also homophobic, found out we were together and forced her to block me on social media and practically wipe me out from her existence. The last time I saw her was the last day of school but we never talked about it. And that was it. I never got closure. I didn’t care that she didn’t apologize, I cared that she never even acknowledged what she did hurt me and never even considered what it might’ve done to me. It absolutely wrecked me. My first year of high school was the worst year of my life. I had lost not only my first love but my best friend all in one. It pained me so deeply and I ached, I ached all the time. My mental health deteriorated and I got extremely depressed to the point where I couldn’t bare the thought of waking up. There was always this heavy pit in my chest and the mere thought of her would bring me to tears. And I had undergo this while my parents never knew the extent to what she was to me. It wasn’t until just recently that I got closure. It was the middle of the night, and out of nowhere I had this feeling to search up her account. Which I hadn’t done in years at this point because every time I did I’d still be blocked. But that wasn’t the case this time. She had unblocked me. I was immediately filled with a blissful sensation. It was 2am when I finally got the courage to message her. I must’ve drafted out a message and reread it for the last hour before sending it to her. She texted back a few minutes later. We talked for a while but what finally led me to the edge was her asking me, “Why aren’t you angry at me, don’t you hate me?” But no part of me felt any anger towards her I just felt content she answered in the first place. I did hate her at some point, or I convinced myself I did. I mean she was the biggest part of my life and then she disappeared without ever saying anything. And for so long I held a grudge against her and felt resentment towards her. I’d plan out scenarios in my head where if I ever saw her I’d slap her or I’d yell at her. But none of it ever made me feel better about myself or the situation. It took me so long to forgive her even without her apology. So getting to hear her apologize and then wonder why I’m forgiving her really did, for the lack of better, made me even more happy. Because for so long I thought she didn’t care enough about me, or that she never loved me at all. When in reality it had hurt her just as much and she had been carrying that guilt with her for just as long as I’d been carrying the burden of not getting closure. When we finally reached a conclusion to our conversation I went to the bathroom and completely broke down. I was smiling and laughing hysterically while sobbing. I had gotten my closure. The heavy weight that had been with me for years had been lifted off and I felt completely content and reformed. It was finally over, and a part of me recognized how much of me was still holding onto her even after all those years. So when reading your story I not only saw myself in Sakusa’s position but also her position. All those years I never once thought about how she must’ve felt. She was outed to her parents when she wasn’t ready to come out. She was forced to leave me and ghost me. She had no choice but to follow there rules. And I never once considered what that must’ve felt like for her. I’ve never been more moved through someone’s writing like this. It’s connected with me in such a way that nothing else has and probably never will. I don’t think you’ll ever read this, nor will any other users considering how long my comment is but if you ever do I want to just thank you. I’ve never felt more seen and accepted.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
I have never watched a single episode of Haikyu Literally the only thing I know about the anime is that its about a bunch of high school/uni(?) kids who are on a volleyball team with orange uniforms. And that the main character has orange hair. But did I read this whole fic? Yes I did
A Liar's Truth follows Sakusa a high school volleyball player whose parents are Christian, extremely conservative and homophobic. Sakusa figures out he's gay at 15 when he first sees Atsumu at a volleyball game, he's extremely attracted and interested in him but he also finds him infuriating. The rest of the fic follows his relationship with Atsumu that he's hiding from the public because he's afraid of coming out to his homophobic parents. The story alternates between the present day, at Atsumu and Sakusa's wedding to the past and flashes of their relationship.
I genuinely adored Atsumu and Sakusa's relationship in this fic so much. They were so obsessed with each other and were both so equally in love with one another. I also love how they have no miscommunication or misunderstanding between them and that the angst was because of actual reasons instead of something stupid.
The story also varies from fluff and humour to angst quite well and has literally the cutest ending ever. While I do wish we got more of their relationship development and high school years, I did like how the author wrote their story and made both Atsumu and Sakusa feel like real people. Despite being only 40k words the writing was beautiful and I loved how it never felt slow or boring. I would've loved reading this fic even if it was longer.
I knew next to nothing about any of these characters when starting this fic and had to google them to paint a picture in my head. However, this was such a sweet story and I'm glad I read it.
I was debating between 4 or 5 stars but I think I'm gonna give it a 5. Overall, this had the most heartbreaking angst while being such a beautiful story and I lovedddd both Sakusa and Atsumu. 5/5 stars ⭐️.
Even tho this is fanfiction, it’s one of the best things i’ve ever read. This story is about accepting yourself and accepting that the world in which we live in and the people that we love might not love us for who we are. As someone LGBTQ seeing the struggles these characters face and how they get their happy ending, it makes me feel that one day i can get my happy ending too. this fanfic means so much to me , i first read it one year ago and it still hits me SO HARD it’s unbelievable. I’d honestly recommend this to anyone as a YA lgbtq book, it differs from haikyuu so much but it still captures the escence of the characters and it’s so well written that i’m sure that even if someone has no idea who Sakusa and Atsumu are, they will enjoy it and get something valuable out of it.
I pushed this moment for a while, because i was worried it would be too angsty for my little heart. (I am one of these person who doesn't read major angst because my mental health would absolutely not survive)
In the end it wasn't too angsty, but the breakdowns were FELT-
NOO INCREÍBLE AHORA PUEDO MARCAR CUANTAS VECES LEÍ ESTA FIC !!!!! “i’m standing here today because loving you is the truest thing about myself” PODRÁN?????