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No filter – Hinata x reader wc 196 – f!reader

You first met Hinata’s younger sister, Natsu, about two months after you and Hinata started dating. She had taken one look at you and gasped, hands coming up to cover her mouth before turning to her brother.

“She is super pretty!”

The awkward laugh from Hinata was immediate and you pursed your lips, cheeks flushing at the idea that he had told his sister about you. And such flattering things, too!

Hinata took your hand, hoping to pull you further into the house and away from his no-filter sister, but you planted your feet firmly. “Aww, thank you, Natsu!” you cooed, ruffling her hair with your free hand.

“Sho brags about it all the time but I thought he was lying,” she admitted shamelessly, then cleared her throat to seemingly mimic his voice. “My girlfriend is so pretty, her hair is so soft and her eyes are so clear I can see our future in them-“

Hurriedly and with no lack of complaints, Hinata let go of you to wrestle his hand over his sister’s mouth and carry her away.

“That wasn’t in the script, give us a moment.”

You were starting to like Natsu already.

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Passion – Osamu x reader wc 378 – gn!reader

You slumped down into the first free seat you saw at a random restaurant that seemed eerily abandoned. A voice greeted you in the distance when you entered, but the frustrated tears were already pushing at your lashes and you barely registered the owner’s words.

Resting your face in your hands, you silently let the tears flow. Sure, you could write a more general master thesis in marketing, but you wanted to write one on the process of helping a real business. The problem is, no businesses wanted you.

A plate with two onigiri was placed in front of you, and you looked up to see a handsome young man. Hastily and a bit embarrassed, you wiped the tears off your face as best as you could. “Thank you.”

“It’s on the house,” he assured you before turning away and heading back to the kitchen. When he left, your eyes made contact with the poster on the wall, a poorly made commercial poster you had seen hanging around the city and frowned upon.

Glancing down at the food you were given, the smell finally hit you. Heavenly, it was.

Taking a bite of food, you kept looking around the restaurant and using everything you’d learnt in the past four years of your degree to make an assessment.

The food tasted even better than it smelled, and you decided right then that this would be your master project.

Taking Onigiri Miya from rags to riches.

Your eyes now zeroed in on the chef who hummed along to the radio in the kitchen, seemingly making onigiri for no customers.

It all starts with him.

“Miya,” you said a bit loudly, hoping that was his name like it said on the sign.

His head snapped to you curiously. “How can I help ya?”

“I’d like to be your marketing agent, free of charge.”

He scoffed but there was a glint in his eyes, like he recognised the same drive he had for food in you. “Don’t like my posters?”

“You obviously have a passion, or at least talent, for food. Those onigiri are the best I ever had. Marketing, on the other hand, is my passion. Together we could be unstoppable.”

“Sit back down and we’ll discuss the details. I’m… interested.”

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Gorgeous – Oikawa x reader wc 410 – f!reader, angst

In your second year of high school, you were approached by a tall guy who wanted you to be a manager for the volleyball team. You thought he was gorgeous – the kind of guy who would check all the boxes of a magazine, make even a grown woman do a double take on the street and make you reconsider your interests.

Unfortunately, you had no interest in joining another club when you already enjoyed the one you were in, but you were convinced to watch their games. Oikawa knew he was just as gorgeous under the court lights, and it showed.

Learning the rules of volleyball came gradually, and you kept going to the games very regularly, learning the Aoba Johsai chant so you could cheer along.

Oikawa noticed you. Every time, he would find you in the crowd and send you a short wave. Not an overly posed peace sign or a flirtatious wink, just a wave. Then he started finding you in school, showing you every hiding place he knew because he just couldn’t stay away.

“I won't be around after high school,” he informed you one time when you were leaning against him in a broom closet.

“Good. I’m proud of you.” You sighed, lifting your head from his chest to find the chocolate swirls in his eyes. “Would be a pain to fall in love with you now, wouldn’t it?” you whispered while affectionately tucking some of his hair behind his ear. He leaned into your touch, eyes moving away with guilt, just like he would a few weeks after graduation.

Even when you graduated a year later, your gorgeous high school sweetheart was the one who got away. The one who got Argentinian citizenship and recently sent you his monthly update with a picture of the certificate, a silent warning that he wouldn’t come home. Not to you at least. So you start moving on.

Then in ten years, when he’s nearing retirement age and asked more frequently what plans he has for that time of his life, he catches himself thinking about you. You and your husband, Iwaizumi, found each other in your loss of a great friend and recently announced that you were pregnant with your first child.

“I hope to find my peace,” he’ll answer the interviewers cryptically, avoiding any incantation of the word love. Because how can love ever feel the same when it’s not your hand running through his hair?

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Secret circle – technically Kita x reader wc 301 – gn!reader

Imagine you’re the Miya twins’ older sibling. The three of you have gathered for your start-of-the-year secret-sharing session. Sitting in a circle and holding each other’s hands, as per tradition, you all glance at each other anxiously while chanting the stupid oath you made many years ago. What secrets will be revealed this year?

It’s a known fact that any Miya is terrible at keeping secrets, and so you made this tradition while growing up where you would share something every January to let the burden of the secret off your chest.

Now the twins are in their second year of high school and you’re in your third. It’s time for your last secret circle before you inevitably move somewhere else for college, as your brothers have been trying to prepare themselves for.

Taking deep breaths, you move a hand to start the countdown of ten seconds on your phone before hurriedly grabbing Osamu’s hand again.

As the time nears zero, you’re all red in the face and not entirely sure if you’re ready, but here it goes…

“I’m quitting volleyball after high school!” Osamu yelled, squeezing his eyes shut.

“I’m bisexual!” Atsumu squeaked dramatically, nodding as if in response to his own secret.

“I’m dating Kita!” you admitted with a sheepish grin.

“Dinner’s ready!” your mother announced from downstairs, but there was no peaceful dinner that day. You barely made it past the bedroom door before Osamu had your ankle in a clutch, pulling you back in while you yelled for your mom‘s help. Meanwhile, Atsumu had Osamu in a headlock and ultimately pulled all three of you back into the twins’ shared bedroom.

You almost missed the years when the worst confession was that someone liked the taste of boogers.

There’s no denying this was your favourite tradition ever.

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Ogre Yellow – Suna x reader wc 465 – f!reader

The first time Suna came home with his new EJP Raijin uniform, your nose did this little scrunch. He could only remember seeing said scrunch a couple of times before, most notably when you smelled food you didn’t like.

“It’s kind of… ogre yellow. Were they forced to pick the last available colour or something? Good thing you look handsome in anything, babe.”

He squinted at you in betrayal, ending the conversation with a grumble as he tucked the jersey and shorts away in his closet, pouting for the rest of the evening.

A couple of months later, after the game season properly started, Suna asked if you wanted to wear his jersey to his game.

While Suna is known to be quite nonchalant, he asked this while fiddling with his fingers, a clear sign that something wasn’t quite right. You frowned, tilting your head slightly as you observed him. “Of course I will. Who else would wear it, your other girlfriend?” you asked accusingly, mostly joking.

Your boyfriend rolled his eyes, crossing his arms to relieve the fiddling, but you could still see him scratching where his fingertips touched close to his elbow. “No, my other girlfriend compared the colour of it to Shrek’s piss, I doubt she’d be very proud to represent my team.”

When your jaw dropped, he took that as his cue to leave the conversation. Grabbing at his wrist, you used your whole body to try and hold him back, a small chuckle escaping you in the process. “Don’t you turn your back on me, Suna Rintaro!”

Suna snorted at the Harry Potter reference, abruptly stopping so you’d stumble a little in your pull. After recovering, you looped your arms around his strong waist and leaned your chin on his chest to look up at him. “I had no idea that got to you, I’m so sorry.” You said it very genuinely, hoping he took this as seriously as that regretful comment.

Naturally, you and Suna had a very playful relationship. It was full of ugly candid photos, stupid nicknames and insignificant insults. You hadn’t thought for a second that commenting on his jersey colour would make him feel insecure.

He looked down at you, hand running through his hair as it got in the way. “It’s my first professional team, I want you to be a super-duper proud EJP girlfriend.”

You smiled, always finding him the most precious when he was honest like this. “Rin, my stinky baby. Can I please wear your jersey so everyone knows the hot middle blocker is mine?” you asked, making your voice extra sweet and standing up on your tippy toes hoping for a kiss.

Suna seemed to consider it for a moment until he returned the embrace and huffed in defeat. “Fine.”

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The Movie

word count; 1078 – f!reader, part 2 of this

Walking out of the restaurant that evening with your friends, you were all laughing about some joke while pulling your jackets on. You only brought a light jacket and planned to walk home at a quick pace to avoid the cold. However, that plan was quickly interrupted by a familiar voice yelling a shortened version of your name after most of your friends had gone their own ways. "Hey!"

"You hate when people call you that," one of your friends said with a questioning tone, but you had no good answer. I thought so too. Instead of admitting that, you only shrugged your shoulders.

Looking across the street, you saw Atsumu side by side with his identical twin. The two made their way across the street to you, and you couldn't shake off how Atsumu’s smile seemed to light up the night just a little. "Hey, what are you doing here?" Perhaps it was a weird question, but you didn't care too much at the moment. Your eyes drifted to Atsumu’s brother, and you nodded at each other in greetings.

"We were at the bar across the street, remember I invited you to join us?" His brother seemed to glance at Atsumu curiously for a minute before a lightbulb went on above his head and he looked back at you.

"I'm Osamu, nice to meet you. I heard Atsumu stayed behind for a while to be with you in the library. What were you working on?" You shook hands, your full attention on him now.

"I was reading material for a project, but ‘Tsumu read some Latin history," Osamu’s eyes widened, but he didn't acknowledge the new information out loud.

"What do you study?" You two kept talking for about ten minutes before Atsumu finally got some attention again. Not that he gave you much choice after begrudgingly letting you talk to his brother for so long.

"I guess I should follow y/n home and make sure she's safe. See you later, ‘Samu!" He decided and hooked his arm under yours to drag you down the street before you could protest.

"Bye, ‘Samu!" you called over your shoulder, to which he responded with a wave. Osamu looked at you two with suspicion. Did Atsumu think Osamu hadn't noticed him staring at you for the past year?

After a couple of minutes of walking, you sighed awkwardly and snuck your arm out of his tight clutch as you decided to try and talk to Atsumu. "Wow, he was nice,"

"You think Osamu is nice after ten minutes of talking? I spent all day with you, and you only seem to be annoyed by my presence."

"Firstly, we were only in the library together for about an hour or two. Secondly, how can you two be twins? He's so..." you paused for effect, and Atsumu felt like steam was seeping from his ears. "Cool." You knew you were taking it a bit too far, but he just looked so funny when his pretty face was annoyed. Wait, pretty?

He was visibly upset with you and crossed his arms across his chest while walking. You waited for a comeback of some sort, but he just sped up to where you couldn’t see his face anymore.

"Wait, I'm sorry. I still don't get why you even care so much about me liking you." You stopped walking and looked at the back of his head expectantly.

Atsumu hesitantly turned around, looking conflicted. I don't get it either. "Why does that matter? What I still don't understand is why you're so stubborn about it!"

"How about a movie at my place? We can have popcorn, and I'll try not to roll my eyes every time you open your mouth."

That's how you and Atsumu ended up on opposite ends of your dorm couch, throwing popcorn at each other and arguing about which team you were on in Captain America: Civil War.

"How can you not see that Iron Man is in the right here?" Atsumu asked, exasperated, looking like he had never heard such injustice before as to argue against it. You were sharing a blanket, facing each other.

"Have you seen Steve's ass?!" You rested your case in a loud voice to overgo his. The look that took over the man's face was hilarious, in your opinion. He gaped a little, one eye twitching.

"Well, if you want to bring in their physical assets, that's a whole other discussion." It was somewhat charming that he would be willing to have that discussion too. I could bicker with him for hours and never get tired.

You had somehow managed to scoot closer to each other, bending your knees to shorten the space when engaged in the argument. At Atsumu’s response, the corners of your mouth lifted in a genuine smile. The man was taken aback, and it triggered his smile too.

Suddenly, you kissed the tip of your fingers and pressed it to his cheek, leaving it warm to the touch. "Fine, let's just watch the movie and see who wins," you teased, scrunching your nose and leaning back on the armrest again.

Atsumu bit the inside of his cheek to control his smile, knowing you only said that because you already watched it before. Instead of continuing the argument, he enjoyed the way your legs entangled in the middle of the couch as you got more comfortable with him.

When the movie ended, Atsumu took the initiative to stand up first, picking up his jacket that hung over the back of a chair. "Thanks for having me," he said and scratched his neck awkwardly. "I guess I'll see you around."

"Maybe. Let me know if you need help with Latin history." You were clearly teasing him, and Atsumu couldn't help the little snort from his nose. It took him a second to remember what you were talking about, but he made a face when he realised.

"I will, nerd.” He walked backwards out the door after opening it, looking at your playful squint in adoration.

"Bye, ‘Tsumu."

"Bye, y/n."

The lovestruck looks on your faces when the door closed were like something out of a movie. You had to sit down again as the door closed behind him, smiling to yourself and shaking your head in disbelief, while Atsumu walked with a light spring in his step and a laugh still lingering in his chest.

Your story has only just begun.

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April

word count; 764 – f!reader

As the school year came closer to its end, more and more people made their way to the library. Miya Atsumu was one of them, but he certainly wasn't there to study. Much to your annoyance, he and his friends decided to take up almost the whole table you had chosen for the day. Atsumu was more of a social guy and took part in raising the volume inside the library considerably. His friends occupied most of the table, and he sat on it with half an ass supporting him. They conversed loudly until Agnes came around the corner and silenced them, which is why Atsumu, unfortunately for you, decided to occupy the seat beside you instead.

"Hey, gorgeous," he whispered to you with a smile that wasn't close to his real one. You could see it was plastered and had no interest in taking up the conversation. "I'm Atsumu. What are you working on?" Atsumu was already persistent in his pursuit of getting you to talk to him.

"Don't think you would understand it anyway. I've never even seen you in here holding an actual book," you jabbed back with an uninterested sigh. However, this didn't make his smile falter; you just became even more interesting.

"So you have noticed me?" he asked. You looked up, frustrated but also mildly amused. He was annoying, that's for sure, but then why were you intrigued to keep talking?

"You're so loud! It would be impossible to ignore you. This isn't a park, Atsumu." You twirled the pencil in your hand to emphasise that this meant the library.

"I totally thought it was. Look at all these plants!" He wasn't saying it in a challenging manner, but rather like he wanted you to laugh, which you did, and a more genuine smile fell on his lips at the sound.

"Sure, Atsumu. Why don't you spike a ball across the room and see what happens." This time, he was the one laughing.

Somehow, hearing you say his name made him feel something. People say my name all the time... "Maybe I will!" His smile and raised eyebrows had you bursting with butterflies, which annoyed you to no end. "W-" His next words were interrupted by one of his friends grabbing his shoulder.

"We're getting out of here, dude. You coming?" The friend, presumably Suna Rintaro, looked at Atsumu expectantly, but he just looked at you. You had turned back to your schoolwork, so he admired your side profile.

"Nah, I think I'll stay a little longer. Text me later, though." They did a small handshake, and the whole group of noisy students left your table.

"Why don't you go with your friends?" you asked him without looking up.

"What's your name?" he answered with a different question, not even acknowledging yours.

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, you looked up with a straight face. "Y/n. Now, please, just let me work."

"I'm here to study too, y/n." Atsumu turned around and grabbed the first book he saw out of the shelf.

"You're studying Latin history?" you questioned the title of the book. Did your school even offer that? He took a moment to look at the book like it betrayed his trust before answering.

"I am now."

Thus, you and Atsumu suddenly sat in silence and read your separate books. Whether Atsumu was reading or not was questionable, and his thoughts were more related to what he should say next to keep the conversation going while he kind of had your attention.

Unfortunately, you could not focus either when he kept pushing your foot under the table. Atsumu closed his book and leaned back in his chair, not minding the sound it made even though some people turned to glare at him. You rolled your eyes instinctively, trying not to lose your word on the page in the process.

"Hey, y/n?" After a second, you looked up to meet his eyes, trying to look as annoyed as possible while lifting a hand to use your pointer finger as a temporary marker of where you were on the page. Your annoyance only made Atsumu’s closed-lip smile widen. "Wanna go out with me and some friends tonight? I kind of have to leave now, but I'm sure they wouldn't mi-" Realization struck, and you looked at the clock.

"Oh, I forgot! Shit, shit, shit."

"Whew, language! Is that a yes?" he asked jokingly.

"I have somewhere to be, sorry." Rushing out, you left Atsumu behind with a frown on his face. You could have just said no...

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The Stars

word count; 992 – f!reader, part 2 of this

Everything fell into place on the last day you spent working on the project. Of course, you still had to make the clothes, but that part could wait for now. Oikawa looked down at the project book like it was his greatest creation.

"I'll be honest, I feel like it's an A," he announced with a confident nod. He looked over at you, taking a moment to admire the tired but satisfied look on your face. Finally, you could lower your shoulders a little. At least the first step was finished.

"I still have to make the clothes," you said and turned to him. It flustered you that he was already looking at you, but you still couldn't take your eyes off him. "But I have a good feeling too." His hair looked so soft that you had the urge to run your hands through it. You two had spent a lot of hours in total sitting quite close to each other and trying to ignore how the tips of your ears were red and how your hands sometimes rested beside each other yet not close enough for your liking.

You held eye contact for a few seconds longer before you finally tore away, clearing away the supplies and journal into your bag. Oikawa tried to help, but you both had to laugh softly as he only made it more difficult. A comfortable silence fell over you until you walked out of the library.

"Will you join me for a walk?" Oikawa asked, doe-eyes giving you no choice but to smile and nod. Luckily, your bag wasn't that heavy, so you welcomed a walk under the stars after sitting inside for so long. Being joined on that walk by this incredibly handsome man wasn't exactly an issue either.

The silence hung over you as your hands brushed lightly against each other. Oikawa looked down at you with a sheepish smile before taking your hand in his with one fell swoop. You knew you were smitten with the sweet man who made you laugh while trying to study and helped you with projects that weren't his responsibility at all. It was inevitable.

However, you were eventually pulled out of the dreamy trance when a man jogged past, only to look at you in passing and stop abruptly. "Shittykawa?" Oikawa turned to look at him, grinning and not letting go of your hand. Instead, you could swear he held it tighter.

"Iwa-chan!" Said man gave Oikawa a seemingly friendly punch to the shoulder to which your date complained. "This is y/n, the fashion designer," he introduced, making you bite your lip to keep from grinning. Did he talk about me?

"Oh! Nice to meet you." You shook hands briefly. "I'm Iwaizumi. Did you finish the project?" Oikawa felt his cheeks heat up when he realised how obvious it was that he talked a lot about it. About you.

"We did, it came out great," Oikawa bragged to the other man. "Now we just have to make the clothes," he repeated what you said earlier. Your eyes lit up, so he wants to keep working on it with me.

"You're going to sow?" Iwa pointed at Oikawa and laughed, making him look much more friendly than when he first approached. Chuckling at his doubtfulness, you lifted the hand that Oikawa wasn’t holding to cover your mouth.

"I'm a planner. The brains, if you will," he answered, and you had to keep covering your mouth as you gasped at him. Using your intertwined hands to point at Oikawa, you shook your head incredulously.

"The brains? Don't you need a functioning brain for that?" you teased. Oikawa’s heart fluttered at the innocent teasing. Iwaizumi kept observing you two, noticing the look on his best friend's face. He had to laugh a little at your comeback, but it seemed that you both forgot he was even there when looking at each other.

"I guess I can settle for being your assistant." Oikawa quickly gave in, making your eyes widen in surprise, not expecting the sweet sentiment.

"Well, good luck with finishing it, y/n. Having him as an assistant probably doubles the workload," Iwaizumi chuckled at his own joke, and you nodded in agreement. "Talk to you later!" The man was just about to leave, feeling his sweat turning cold, but Oikawa stopped him.

"Wait! Can you take a picture of us?" he asked, not actually letting him decline. Iwaizumi pulled out his phone and you looked up at Oikawa, blushing. Oikawa looked back at you, his pretty face relaxed, soft eyes taking in every detail on your face. His smile prompted you to do the same while keeping eye contact, once again forgetting everything else. Iwaizumi took a few pictures, trying his best to stand still.

"He's freezing, Toru. Why the pictures?" you asked, gesturing to the other man.

"Just look at the camera with me, please?" You gave in quickly and smiled at the phone in Iwaizumi’s hand. Your arms were entangled, hands holding tightly onto the other.

"I'll send them when I get home, bye guys!" Iwaizumi was finally let go and jogged away in the direction he was going initially.

"I like pictures," Oikawa shrugged and started walking. You followed, content with his answer.

For the next twenty minutes, you walked around the area and ended up back by the school. As you stood by the frozen fountain, your eyes did that thing again where they couldn't look away from each other. After sniffling from the cold air seeping into your nose, you sighed. "Thank you for the walk. It was nice."

"We should do it again sometime," Oikawa declared. His voice was low, almost husky, and it drove you crazy. In only a second, he had leaned down and captured your lips in a brief, sweet kiss. His hand came up to stroke a thumb over your cheek. "Goodnight, y/n."

"Goodnight, Toru."

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February

word count; 585 – f!reader

The end of a dark season left a lot of people tired and full of melatonin, which Oikawa Toru could undoubtedly feel that particular day in February. He wanted to get some schoolwork done in the library and sat across from a pretty woman by a table in the corner. The notes on the page slowly started getting blurry as his studying proceeded, and he eventually closed his eyes and rested his head on the tabletop. You only noticed Oikawa when he began lightly snoring. He was wearing nice clothes, and you could appreciate that along with his other striking features. A laugh bubbled in your throat before poking his arm with the back of a pen until he picked his head up at record speed. While you held your breath, he rubbed his eyes with a small mumble, "Sorry."

Embarrassment crept up his spine, but a joyful sound replaced it as laughter rang in his ears. You chuckled at Oikawa’s sleepy face, and he decided then and there that he wanted to hear it more. For the rest of that evening, he would look over at you every time someone in the library did anything and imitated them dramatically. He emphasised his facial expressions, sometimes even crossing his eyes or repeating their sentences. It made you laugh every time. This man was undoubtedly incredibly charming. "You're distracting me," you whispered, leaning slightly over the table and looking him in the eyes.

"What's the hurry?" he whispered back, genuinely wondering.

"I have a project," you informed him, followed by a heavy sigh as you leaned back in your chair to look at your notepad. "A big one." Instead of leaving you to work, this caught Oikawa’s attention. He switched seats to be beside you and looked at what he had supposedly distracted you from.

To his surprise, drawings of clothing and cutouts from magazines filled the pages. Funky coats and tailored pants seemed to be prominent on the page in a variety of colours and illustrated textures. "Fashion design? Amazing."

"I think so too, but we have to make a small collection, and I've created so many pieces that I'm struggling with making it all work," you rambled, and Oikawa showed that what you said genuinely interested him. His intrigued eyes almost made you lose your words.

"Can I help? I'm Oikawa, by the way." His look reminded you of a soft puppy as he held out his hand. What he said was interesting, though, and you didn’t expect it. He did dress very well, from what you had seen so far.

You took his hand, lingering for a second too long. "Y/n. I would like that, but don't you have anything you should work on?"

"It's not nearly as interesting," Oikawa answered quickly, closing his books for dramatic effect.

Thus, you met again one day later, in the same seats, looking at what you had so far. Immediately, it felt like you were old friends, not afraid to ask questions or make jokes.

Arms crossing over each other’s, moving cutouts and exchanging ideas in hushed voices made you forget everything around you until you finally agreed on one outfit. Oikawa even had some exciting ideas for each piece. Sitting back in your chairs with wide happy grins, you gave each other a high five. A loud clap rang through the room, and several heads turned, so you acted like you didn't know where it came from either. A dynamic duo in the making.

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lifehack for fic readers who don't know what to comment on fics -- if you just like copy-paste like... 2 lines that u liked in the fic u just read and comment that with the simple prequel of like "i rly liked these lines" ???? brother.

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The Snowball Fight

word count; 818 – f!reader, part 2 of this

"I'm so sorry, Bo. I don't know if I can take another step.” You breathed heavily, leaning your hands on your knees. You two had been jogging for a few kilometres, and your legs were already complaining. Although the sudden nickname flustered Bokuto, he wordlessly trotted over and squatted in front of you. Weirdly enough, no part of him was annoyed at your tiredness. Probably because he enjoyed your company so much, but he wouldn't say that out loud.

"Jump on," he encouraged with a glance over his shoulder. You were the flustered one now, shocked at his offer but nowhere near declining it. Jumping on his back, he grabbed under your thighs when your hands hung around his shoulders. The rest of the way consisted of Bokuto walking with long strides, deciding not to speed up too much with you on his back. Very distractingly, you kept sending shivers down his spine by talking into his ear, asking questions about this or that. He would take the questions way too seriously, giving unexpectedly long answers, but you enjoyed that even more.

Because you were suddenly closer to his height, you noticed that he was wearing the scrunchie you lent him the day before. The detail made your smile broaden, and you hugged him just a little tighter.

Konoha was walking from the store after getting some breakfast and almost dropped his tote bag when he saw Bokuto carrying around a woman on his back. He quickly yelled and waved you over. "Kotaro!"

"Huh?" Bokuto was surprised and almost dropped you to the ground. Fortunately, you caught your footing and stayed upright before following Bokuto to meet Konoha halfway.

"I don't think I've met you before?" Konoha said, glancing at his old teammate with a look Bokuto hadn't seen before. "I'm Konoha," he immediately introduced himself, holding a hand out to you.

"Y/n, nice to meet you," you answered confidently.

"Beautiful name, where did you find her?"

Bokuto laughed nervously at Konoha’s blatant teasing. "Library,"

"Ah! You're the one who told him to draw his notes!" A light went off in his head, remembering that Bokuto told him about you the other day. This woman helped me even after I disturbed her studying. She must be very nice, then. She’s super nice. Cute, too. "The cute one."

You chuckled nervously this time. The cute one? "I only gave him the idea," you said, rejecting any credit.

"I bet he's grateful anyway." Konoha winked at his friend, not hiding the gesture from you at all.

"We should go now," Bokuto announced and pointed somewhere behind him.

"Sure, but I expect that you'll tell me next time you're taking her on a date." Konoha dropped that last bomb before walking away with an amused smirk when his friend started laughing nervously once again.

"He's weird." Bokuto looked down at you, and you smiled at each other with warm cheeks.

"Did you tell him I'm cute?" You decided to take advantage of the situation, loving how the man laughed nervously when he was embarrassed. I'm smitten.

"We should jog from here, so we're not late for class," he stated, trying to avoid the topic and jogging away from you. You stopped without him noticing and picked up a chunk of snow, forming it into a ball. Throwing it at his back with a mischievous smile, you laughed as it hit him square between his shoulders, some of it probably going down the neck of his shirt. He stopped abruptly, and when he turned around the look on his face had changed. This meant war.

Bokuto quickly made a snowball and threw it at your back when you ran away. The snowball fight didn't cease soon, and you both learned how competitive the other one was the hard way. You were running around and getting closer and closer to each other for the more fatal attacks. Cold snow melted on the skin under your clothes, and your chest heaved with both laughter and exhaustion. Bokuto finally ended it by tackling you into the pile of snow beside the road. Your breaths came out as smokey clouds, and you looked at each other with admiration.

"You win, Bo." Your voice was low and tickled his spine with sparks. The words gave him a sudden bolt of confidence.

"Maybe we should go out for real sometime," he suggested. The words shocked you, and a smile split your cheeks as you rested your head on the snow.

"I would love that."

"Cool. I really should go now, though, or I'll miss class." You looked at your watch and took Bokuto’s hand so he could pull you up.

"Go on, I'll text you." Blowing him a kiss, he stumbled but caught himself before turning and jogging away from you. That was smooth, Bokuto, real smooth.

"Bye, y/n!" He yelled over his shoulder.

"Bye, Bo!"

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January

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Bokuto Kotaro learned his lesson last semester; he could not leave studying until the last minute. Thus, he begrudgingly put on an extra layer of clothes and walked through the snow to the library. He took a seat by a table in the back after smiling at the woman who occupied the other end. Outside the window, snow was falling slowly, and Bokuto wished he had enjoyed it more on his walk there before shaking his head and opening his books. Then he picked up a pen, which is where the struggles started rolling in. He could never figure out how to learn, which is why he ended up writing out words he didn't understand with no purpose for hours (minutes) on end.

You quickly had to look up again at the man who joined you at the table, and not just because of his handsome face. He was making a lot of noises and pressed his pencil down so hard that the paper moved and rattled along with the table. How were you supposed to focus like this? It wasn't long until you picked up your books and stood from your seat.

Bokuto looked up with an apologetic expression on his face, thinking you wanted to leave, but it quickly turned to surprise when you sat down across from him instead. "Hey, I'm y/n." His body got stuck in a seemingly shaken state. You looked at him expectantly until you decided to keep talking and picked up his notebook. "Wow, I don't know what any of this means." A chuckle left your mouth, and he finally gathered his thoughts.

"Me neither. I'm Bokuto." You happily shook hands and kept talking for the rest of the hour. An hour might have been a bit too long for a study break, but it was only January after all. "-I also like drawing, but there won't be any time for that this semester if I can't figure out how to learn stuff and actually remember it later."

"Why don't you draw it, then? Two birds, one stone," you said, pitch going up in the excitement of helping your new friend. "I draw all my notes. Writing is so boring and does nothing for me." Bokuto looked at your notes when you showed him the pages covered in different drawings and colours. He couldn't help but think that even though he couldn't tell what you studied, he kind of understood what the page tried to teach him. Are you some sort of guardian angel?

"That's brilliant."

You and Bokuto met at the library a few more times, and you watched him become more confident with his studying. You peeked at the pages sometimes, and he even inspired you with his little arrows and other additions to help remember. One day when you sat across from each other, you noticed that his hair kept falling in his eyes. He hadn’t had the time to gel it, nor cut it lately, and it had grown quite fast. Rummaging through your bag, you found a small scrunchie and placed it on the table between you. "Here, take this." He looked up wide-eyed, glancing at it and then back to you before shaking his head.

"Thanks, but I don't think so. I'll look stupid," he whispered while leaning slightly over the table.

You shrugged your shoulders and went back to your notes. "Suit yourself." After a couple of minutes passed, you saw a hand reach out and grab the scrunchie. Amused eyes stayed on him with a fond smile as Bokuto gathered some hair on top of his head and secured it with your hair tie. Because the sun had gone down outside, Bokuto could turn to the window and easily see his reflection, a burst of childish laughter bubbling in his throat at the sight of his hair. You could only watch him from your side of the table, shaking your head and sighing affectionately.

"I don't think I can read another word," Bokuto admitted hours later and closed his book. "I've had enough for today." You chuckled and nodded in agreement. You both began packing up your stuff, standing up to get the last books into your bags. When that was successful, you looked at each other and frowned. Bokuto seemed frozen with a blank expression.

"Bokuto? You okay there, bud?"

"Huh? Yes." He still looked like he was thinking about something, contemplating. Instead of keeping you waiting anymore, he just asked. "Want to hang out sometime?"

You smiled at him, taken off guard but happy he asked. "Sure, what do you want to do?" Bokuto had not thought about that part. What do you ask a woman to do? What's normal? He said "Hang out", where do men and women just hang out? His mind quickly tried to figure out an answer, and the first thing that came to mind was-

"Maybe a morning run? Would be nice to have some company." He grinned at you, satisfied that he didn't say anything too weird. You squinted at him, confused about the unexpected suggestion. I'm not exactly a runner.

"That sounds fun. When?"

"7 a.m.? I have a class at 10." You pushed away any negative thoughts when he smiled so innocently.

“That works. Meet you outside the main entrance at 7 a.m. tomorrow,” you repeated to check that you had all the facts, also realising how early 7 a.m. was for running.

"Cool." Bokuto bounced on the balls of his feet, looking like he was re-energised by the agreed hang-out. "See you, y/n!" He quickly turned around and walked out of the library, roses on his cheeks before he even got outside.

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The Drink

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When you duo arrived at the small bar, you each took one side of a booth. Kenma quickly stood up again, offering to buy two beers. "Thanks, Kyanma," you said, using a silly nickname that made said man look over his shoulder with a surprisingly soft glare.

The seat beside you dipped a minute later, and you looked over to see a guy named Kuroo Tetsuro, an acquaintance of yours. "Hey! Y/n, right?" His aura immediately lit up the room.

"Indeed. How are you, Tetsu?" You immediately started the small talk. Facing each other on the same seat, you talked like you knew each other much better than you did.

"I'm great! Are you here alone?" He tilted his head in question, gesturing to the seat across from you where Kenma’s bag stood. Kuroo did a double-take, recognising the bag with a little Pokeball keychain on the zipper. Not even a second after he realised who it belonged to, Kenma walked up to the table with a glass of beer in each hand. You only observed wide-eyed when you couldn't read what Kuroo was thinking. "Kyaaanma!"

When Kuroo yelled, sounding happy to see him, Kenma tripped slightly and spilt some beer on the floor before steadying the two cups. He looked up, confusion switching to timid annoyance. "Kuroo," Kenma responded, not nearly as loudly. "What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Kuroo answered with raised eyebrows, looking from his friend to you and back. Kenma sat down with his head hanging low so that his friend wouldn't notice the blush that exploded on his cheeks. He slid one beer to you, and you took it gratefully.

"Thanks! How do you know each other?" you asked, noting that Kenma seemed less than happy to see the charismatic man who sat beside you and you wouldn't have imagined that they hung out.

"Best friends, knowing how you two know each other is much more interesting."

"We studied together in the library and decided to get a drink." You kept the explanation short. Surely he didn't need to know about your sweet conversations and stolen glances.

Kuroo nodded weirdly as if he wanted to say something he couldn't. "You were ready to go back to bed from the second you woke up today, Ken. What happened?"

Kenma knew he couldn't stop himself from answering, but he also couldn't admit that you had any influence on him. "The beer here is cheaper, and I fancied a beer," he stated, keeping it simple.

"Okay, I see." Kuroo was, unfortunately for Kenma, terrible at hiding his emotions. "I won't interrupt your rendezvous then; See you both another day!" He smiled from Kenma and back to you, wiggling his eyebrows for emphasis, and walked away after you bid him goodbye. Kenma kept thinking, is this a rendezvous? But defining it fell to the back of his mind when you started telling him a funny story about something you did with a friend the other day.

Kuroo was impressed because this woman somehow had Kenma smiling warmly every time he looked over at you two. His best friend looked at you like he didn't necessarily want to go home and sleep just yet.

After you downed at least two beers each, the conversations became weirder and weirder. Everything from giraffes being tall horses to worrying about the environment was on the table. "I just don't think our generation will ever be able to make up for it anyway, no matter the efforts we make," Kenma said holding up his new drink and keeping a serious face.

"Not with that attitude, we won't," you answered, grinning at how clever you thought you were. Several hours had gone by, and you didn't grow tired of each other at all. It was almost like you were on the same wavelength. Kuroo had made his way home a while ago after telling you not to do anything he would do. That won't be a problem; you have way too much energy for me to copy anything you do, Kenma answered him.

"I'm telling you too much," the man mumbled into his glass as he took another sip, smiling and thinking about how he didn't mind it at all.

"You're smiling too much as well. It's crazy." You understood what kind of person Kenma was, and somehow managed to say exactly the right things to keep him interested.

"It's all intentional. I have you exactly where I want you," he said, voice a little raspy and teasing as a tiny smirk fell on his face. You fought your own body to stay in your seat, instead of leaning all the way over the table.

"Oh, you do? Then why are your cheeks so warm, kitten?"

"Don't call me kitten. I'm too cool."

"Cool guys aren't always good guys, though." It looked like there was something more behind your words, making Kenma want to learn more about you. Learn everything.

"Well, I'm not a particularly good guy," his answer was serious, but his eyes were warm and welcoming to you.

"I feel like there is a little kitten in you, Kenma," you argued, voice weirdly serious aside from the hint of teasing.

"You haven't unlocked that level yet."

"Challenge accepted."

"How about you? Is there a little lion in you, y/n?"

"Let's just say I'm not exactly a good girl," you smirked, somehow still looking sweet and soft to Kenma, and he answered with an amused smile.

"Challenge accepted."

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