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“don’t you dare laugh, miya,” aran sighed as he walked past both of you.

miya atsumu tried. he really tried. but there you were, trying not to burst into tears, holding them back, nose getting increasingly more red, mouth pulled into a wobbling frown that he just couldn’t help it. 

it was too cute.

it wasn’t like he particularly found it funny that you tripped and fell on your face as you hurried over to him, but goddamn— he didn’t know how else to get rid of this tight feeling in his chest, seeing you all vulnerable and pretty and snot-faced on the ground.

he offered you a hand, fingers shaking from his futile effort, “oi, are yer—” a snort escaped him, “—al—ngh...alri-hi-hight?” 

he was an asshole. 

god, he really was for barely keeping the mirth and laughter away from his voice, for enjoying the sight of you on your knees in front of him, tears clinging to your lashes, the pout of your lips deliciously inviting. he could see himself reach over and tug your hair, collect it in his fist and mess you up even further, have tears and saliva mix until both of you got lost in each other. just so cute.

“my, yer a bastard, ‘tsumu,” his brother’s blank face entered his field of vision, also offering a hand to help you up. 

hell no. 

by then, atsumu was quick to smack his brother’s hand away, his own already sneaking around your waist to pull you up; the sudden swing of strength flushing you close to his chest, engulfing you in his warmth and tackiness of his skin, surrounding you with the scent of his sweat and his deodorant. 

atsumu sent a shit-eating grin towards miya osamu over your head, one big hand of his coming to rest on your head, surprisingly gentle for how unruly and fast he had steadied you. 

his voice was still coloured with glee when he drawled, “get yer own pretty girl to laugh at, ‘samu. this one here’s mine.”

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7 | mystery girl

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[kitassso]

cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

tags: established relationship, fluff

a/n: saw the fem sae leak and immediately wrote this in half an hour

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“i think you would be pretty as a girl,” you murmur. 

sae itoshi’s eyes snap open, glaring up at you from where his head lays on your lap. “repeat that?” his tone is cold.

you meet his gaze, cocking your head innocently. “i think you would be pretty as a girl. with your bangs down, a little mascara on those lashes,” you hum, considerate. “probably a glittery lip gloss.”

he scoffs. “and you'd be fucking ugly as a guy.”

your jaw drops. “what the hell?” you slap his shoulder, wriggling. sae stays put. “get off of me. no way you just called me ugly.”

his only tenses his body further. “as a guy. clear difference.”

you halfheartedly push him again, somewhat offended still. “i think i would be hot as a guy, actually. all the girls would love me. but i would only come home to you, sae-chan,” you lilt the last words, laughter clear in your tone.

sae smoothly rolls off of you, disgust roiling off of him in waves. “you sound like sendou,” he mutters, standing. 

you blink up at him. “i sound- what? is sendou calling you sae-chan? do i have another striker to worry about? are you giving your number to this one too?”

sae shoots you another look. “if sendou called me that, he would be dead in the ground. no, he told me i would make a pretty girl once,” he pauses. “and you don’t need to worry about anyone.”

that possibly did not answer your question. “okay, that last bit was smooth. but- why is sendou thinking about what you look like as a girl?”

he rolls his eyes. “they went through my bag last match. found your makeup. which you should not be leaving in my shit.”

the words take you a second to comprehend. “and they thought you- you’re joking!” you gasp. “tell me you’re joking.”

sae’s face only darkens. “i don’t joke. fucking idiots, all of them.”

that only makes you start laughing, genuine tears pricking into your eyes. “oh my god. they think you wear lip gloss. sendou thinks you would-” you trail off, words dissolving into laughter.

he fixes you with another glare. “it’s not funny. and you’re not funny.”

you pause, studying his face. he raises an eyebrow.

“do you want to try?”

his face scrunches in confusion. “try what.”

“lip gloss,” you beam.

before he can reply, you're rummaging in the pocket of your jacket, ignoring the jingle of spare change in a matter of seconds, there is a shiny gloss in your hands.

sae glares at you in incredulity. “have you lost-” 

he stops, watching you apply the gloss liberally onto your lips instead. 

with a grin and a glint in your eye, your dramatically pucker your lips. “you know you want to.”

sae stares. and then he's stepping close, exasperation clear in his face. still, with the faintest of grumbles, he dutifully leans down, his lips meeting yours.

you've kissed hundreds of time. still, each one only seems to get sweeter.

the gloss is still sticky. he tastes like peppermint gum.

with a sigh, you break the kiss. sae’s eyes stay on yours, half-lidded and intense. 

you smile lazily, studying his face.

“you do look great with makeup.”

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cws & notes. fluff. post-timeskip. iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader, + special guest appearances from the seijoh 4 because i love them. 800+ words.

“Wait. Wait a second.” Oikawa squints at you, then at Iwaizumi, then back at you again. “Something's different.”

“First time we see you in almost a year, and you're already acting weird.” Iwaizumi rolls his eyes, pulling out two chairs for you both to sit down. “Nothing's different.”

“Glad to see leaving Japan hasn't changed you, Oikawa.” You chime in, sliding into your seat. It was a nice little cafe, not too crowded, but not empty either. The table Oikawa had chosen was tucked away in the back, right by a window overlooking the street, giving you a perfect opportunity to watch the people walking by.

“No.... no, something is definitely off.” Oikawa looks over to the other two occupied seats, searching for some sort of agreement from his companions. “You two see it, don't you? Something has definitely changed since our last meet-up.”

“Our last meet-up was last September. I think it would be weirder if we hadn't changed a little since then,” Matsukawa laughs, waving him off. “I mean, look at Makki's haircut.”

Hanamaki looks thoughtful for a moment, nodding at Oikawa. “Nah, I think he's got a point. You two seem a little—Wait, what do you mean? What's wrong with my hair, asshole?”

“Hey, I didn't say it was bad! Just... different.”

“So, different in a good way?”

“Uh... sure, if that's what you want to go with.”

“You—”

“This isn't about Makki's hair!” Oikawa interrupts, pointing an accusing finger towards Iwaizumi. He looks up from the menu in his hands, glaring back at Oikawa. “It's about them. Something happened between you two, didn't it?”

“Maybe they got engaged.” Hanamaki suggests.

“They have to be dating before they get engaged.” Matsukawa pauses, realization on his face. “Wait, is that it? Did you guys actually start dating? Do I owe Makki ¥2000?”

“You're all imagining things.” Iwaizumi says bluntly. “Now, are we going to order or not?”

Oikawa's suspicion doesn't waver, but the mention of food distracts him enough to begrudgingly let the topic go. He waves over a waitress, ordering drinks and snacks for the whole table. Once she is gone, the conversation shifts to Matsukawa's work, then Hanamaki's lack of work, then everything Oikawa has been up to in Argentina.

Throughout the visit, you sit back and relax, chiming in with your own anecdotes and comments every now and then. For the most part, you keep quiet, content with listening to your friends as they catch up. Ever since graduation, when you all went your separate ways, reunions with all five of you were few and far between, so you were just happy to be together once again.

You barely notice the time passing at all, until Oikawa is five-minutes deep into a rant about his new team. Iwaizumi looks at his watch and balks, standing up from his seat.

“It's already five.” He says, cutting off Oikawa's voice. “I gotta get going soon.”

“Me too,” You sigh.

“Already?” Matsukawa groans.

“Both of you?” Hanamaki asks, raising an eyebrow. “You have plans you'd like to share?”

“He's my ride home.” You shrug, gathering up your things. “It was great seeing you guys though. We'll have to hang out again when you're all free.”

After your goodbyes, the two of you leave the cafe and walk the short distance to Iwaizumi's car. Once you're alone, you settle into a comfortable silence, accompanied by the quiet sounds of the city in the background. Without your friends' scrutinizing gaze, Iwaizumi walks a little closer to you, until your shoulders lightly brush. The slight touch sends a shiver down your spine, but you make no effort to move away.

“So, Oikawa seems to think something is up.” You say casually, watching Iwaizumi frown at the mention of his friend.

“He can think whatever he wants to think.” He rolls his eyes, holding open the side door of his car. “We don't owe him anything.”

“We do have to tell them at some point, don't we?” You continue, as you climbed into the passenger seat. “You of all people should know he's not going to shut up about it until we do.”

“Of course I know that.” Iwaizumi grumbled, as soon as he was sat in his own seat.

“So...?”

“So what?” He adjusts his mirrors, glancing over at you.

“Is he right?” There's a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. It's clear you find it much more amusing than he does. You lean closer, whispering the words like they're a grand secret. “Is something different, Hajime?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head a little, but can't hide the small smirk on his face. His hand reaches out to grasp your chin, tilting your face upwards so he can press a slow, sweet kiss to your lips. As he leans back, there's a light pink dusting his cheeks. “I don't know. Has something changed?”

You laugh lightly, savouring the taste of his lips on your own. “Nope. Nothing at all.”

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iwaizumi's favorite shirt is a faded old oversized godzilla tee that he's had since high school. the navy blue fabric has gone nearly threadbare in some places, the neck has certainly seen better days. and there's a finicky hole that needs to be re-sewn in one of the armpits before it gets too out of hand again.

oikawa, mattsun, and makki all learned the hard way at one point or another that one does not borrow iwaizumi's godzilla t-shirt—not even when one is camping and "iwa-chan, you're the only one who has a spare dry shirt left, and it's freezing out, you stingy bastard!"

so when you pad over to the front door early one fall morning to let the boys inside while iwaizumi finishes packing for their hike, you're met with several curious and somewhat dumbfounded stares when they see the shirt you're wearing as pajamas.

“IWA-CHAN, YOU FINALLY DID IT?!” oikawa calls out suddenly.

“does this mean i don’t have to keep it a secret anymore?” makki exhales in relief, fist-bumping mattsun.

“let me see the ring, he wouldn’t show me,” oikawa gestures impatiently toward your hand. “he’s had it for months.���

you blink in confusion. oikawa looks down at your very empty ring finger and also blinks in confusion.

“out. right now. all of you with your big, dumb, giant ugly mouths, get out,” iwaizumi barks from somewhere behind you.

it’s only once the front door swings shut and the entryway goes quiet that you finally turn around.

—and you find your boyfriend on one knee, his shirt halfway on and toothpaste smeared on his cheek.

“i did have this entire thing planned out for later tonight,” he sighs, smiling up at you, the diamond in his hand reflecting in the soft morning light.

(at the wedding, oikawa’s speech is a 5-minute monologue about how a 14-year-old iwaizumi once told him—after punching him in the face for trying to steal that very shirt from his closet—that the only other person he’d ever let wear it would be his future wife.)

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BOTH AIN’T SH!T — WHAT NOW

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NOTES.

both y/n and atsumu haven’t initiated a conversation since what happened

y/n’s dream was a zombie apocalypse dream and atsumu was a zombie, so it counts

akaashi was winning monopoly with kuroo in close second

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 :

ft: baji, mikey, chifuyu, kazutora, hanma.

thought this would be fun to do n it really was! if you want me to do other characters lmk!

𝐛𝐚𝐣𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 :

-super private account, he has over 1k+ requests, feels like your the chosen one when he accepts and follows you back

-does not post, ever. sometimes forgets he even has that app until they tag him in photos

-when he does post (stories) it’s either about a cat or him a bloody mess after a fight (bruised knuckles hand pics, a selfie of him smiling with a bloody nose) and sometimes even the shit he burns

-he doesn’t know how to take photos or bothers to try so it’s usually blurry

-doesn’t pose, just stares at the camera with it angled down, sometimes his hair would cover his face so he pushes it back — that’s the most “posing” he’d do, and an occasional sexxxyyyy tongue in cheek. (i love how he’s unaware over how hot he is)

-if you really wanna see his face you’ll have to check mikey’s, chifuyu’s or kazutora’s posts.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :

-the way he does it is so strange

-you would think he’s being nonchalant and his attention is hard to get but it’s not that at all

-you’d post just for him to see, anticipating to see him view your story or like it but he’s the last person to do so.

-and when he does interact it’s not the way you want it, not even a story like, at that point you’d assume he skipped it.

-he didn’t, he never did, he stared at you for 10 minutes straight, replaying your story over and over and over or just staring at your post without even liking it (he forgets that he can do that sometimes)

-he would reply to your selfie that you took ages to get a good angle with a “where are you” (where are you is a reach tbh he’d say “wya”, yea hes the type to type like that.) like is that genuinely all he has to say to that? 😭 and you’d respond with the location of where you were to try to start a convo with and he wouldn’t even see it.

-the man would leave you on delivered for DAYS but not on purpose, he’s just simply not on instagram, and it drives you crazy.

-y’know what’s crazy though? you’d walk past him / approach him the next day and he would bring up your selfie and how you looked in it.

“you look good with those dark lips you did yesterday.” he says as his finger circles over your lips, pointing out the dark lipliner look you posted on your story.

“really? i was trying out a new look, i wasn’t so sure about that one..”

“you should do that more often.”

-or maybe when you post about a new piercing you got or maybe a drastic change on your hair color, you’d check who viewed it and you wouldn’t even see him in there and it’s already been 24 hours.

-that is until he approaches you the next day as if he’s been searching for you.

-“didn’t think you’d have the guts to do that.” he says as he eyes your new piercing/hair dye. “thought my eyes were deceivin’ me when matsuno showed me those photos.”

-after that you realized that he does pay attention, he just doesn’t show it on social media.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 (𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲) :

-private account

-posts so much that he floods your timeline, but it’s so worth it cause his posts are extremely funny.

-he doesn’t care if his pictures match with one another, if he likes it he posts it.

-you’d be shocked once you find out that he doesn’t take the pictures, it’s usually emma, takemichi or the twins.

-him (next to the twins) is hilarious to have on social media, you look forward to seeing his stories cause you know it’s gonna be chaotic.

-you’d find him under his friends’s comments, bullying or pointing himself out in the photo. “the mysterious guy that took the photo is reaaalll handsome, not you tho.” “who’s the sexy guy in the middle”

-often live streams on random occasions, gets excited when he sees you in it and announces it to the gang, “they joined!!” or secretly points you out to them, holding back a smile once he sees you in the chat, “look who joined” and angles the camera towards whoever’s next to him that knows about you (mostly draken).

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :

-you know you posted something funny or cool when he likes it, you’d lowkey feel proud of yourself.

-when you reply to his story or text him he responds with a video of himself (not necessarily talking or doing anything, just looking down at the camera and showing you where he is, most of the time he’s eating during those) or a voice note of him responding to whatever you said cause he doesn’t feel like typing.

-interactive if he likes you enough, you’d find him tagging you on your plushie that he stole from you, or tagging you on his hair when it’s you who did it for him. “my personal hairstylist.”, posts mirror selfies of himself in your room too.

-whenever he sees you posting that your out somewhere without his knowledge/without him being there he’d reply to your story with a “you went without me?” “how come i wasn’t invited” “guess my invite got lost in the mail, huh?”

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐲𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐨

-public account

-posts the things around him more than himself = lots of cats and friends (takemichi & keisuke)

-the closest thing to him remotely posting himself is when peke j is laying on his face with the caption “an entire bed to himself and this is where he sleeps.”

-either that or a video of him facing the camera for 2 seconds then turns it towards baji doing whatever he does.

-reposts a bunch of cats for adoption.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :

-you started interacting with him after seeing him post peke j, indicating that you LOVE cats, either that or he sees you post your cat.

-that gives him the chance to talk to you more, either sending you cat reels, helping you with your cat since you started using him for cat info or sending you a photo of peke j with the caption “he misses you.”

-he’d send a reel of a cat being stupid with the caption “reminded me of you.” “ok chifuyu.”

-your favorite is when he (rarely) sends you voice notes responding to what you said, you LOVED how deep his voice was and he? doesn’t? get? it? but entertains it for you still.

-will always like your stories no matter what you posted, when you do post a selfie he’d respond with a “hey.” “peke j’s a lucky son” (he’s so cute)

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐤𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚

-public account

-his photos are genuinely so pleasing to look at, he doesn’t post much since he’s more of a highlight/story person. (also a tiktok person, i could imagine him being tiktok famous)

-you’ll see a lot of pre-shower pics or pics of his neck tatt that he loves to show off too much.

-has a special highlight for his friends (mostly baji) and a highlight for the band he’s in whenever they actually do preform, sometimes he’d post himself playing with the guitar.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :

-and that’s what you slid up on, his guitar videos

-AFTER he started commenting on your selfies, cause who are you to be chasing over a guy who never interacted with you?

-“😵‍💫” under your comments.. like does he genuinely think this is flirting..

-they’re annoyingly subtle, keeping his nonchalant facade til he shows the crazy

-doesn’t take long for him to add you to his close friends where he actually posts way more often than you thought.

-sometimes when you’d post something funny he’d reply with that fuckass skull emoji

-then you started doing it back, interacting to his guitar videos, asking if he could play a certain guitar solo

-he made sure you knew that he’s only doing this cause it’s you, whatever that means..

-after a lil bit of subtle back and forth flirting he posted a photo of the band captioning that they’re gonna perform at a warehouse, then dms you asking if you’d like to come and see his very own guitar solo live.

-you would neverrrr say no to that type of offer, eye fucking the guitarist as he plays his solo? yes please

-then the day comes, you post a cuuteee outfit that you’re gonna be wearing at the warehouse concert before you leave. kazutora, chilling backstage on his phone, opening your story and seeing you in that fit.

-now he’s bold

-replying to your story “ima rip that off of you when i see you.”

-very much the type to be bold out of nowhere when he’s about to meet you, making you twice as nervous to see him now.

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐢

-public account

-another only story/highlight poster

-posts consists of dangerous stunts or his bruises after a fight, he’d drop locations of gang fights for people to stop by and watch

-got banned from instagram multiple times

-how he managed to find you is by asking around for your @ after seeing you in someone’s posts/story

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 :

-“seen it, you can delete it now.”

-“what are you doing wearing that out for?”

-“just send it to me if you want my attention that bad”

-the type to only interact when you post something related to your body

-acts like you two are dating already with the way he comments under your posts

-the type to steal your phone and posts himself for every guy in your following to see

𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮’𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

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press start!

after spending a whole year on academic probation, you’re finally allowed to start your position as a manager for the nekoma boys volleyball team. you’re determined to stay focused on your team and academics, but things get a bit difficult when a certain middle blocker makes his way into your life

contains: tsukishima kei x fem!nekoma manager!reader, older brother!kenma, sns au, comedy, fluff, swearing, kinda ooc main cast, set one year after the events of main hq timeline*

*set in the same universe as heads up! but can be read separately

taglist: open! [send an ask or dm to be added!]

start date: january 20 2025

end date: tba

main masterlist | series tag

nekoma | karasuno

prologue

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bf kenma in pictures

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RINTAROU SUNA x gn!reader

c/w: smau, cursing, set in time-skip, suna is lowkey (?) down bad and kinda cringe idk lol, mentions of alcohol, angst (?), bad pick-up line, suna is a loser, sorry if I missed some

a/n: a silly little short idea that came to life through a particular text I received irl and the discord server saying it's high school suna coded (tho I changed it to time-skip suna lol) and I ope you'll enjoy !!

please consider leaving a like, reblog or follow if you enjoyed !! <3

in which rintarou suna got your socials through your friend atsumu..

taglist: @sahrii @dearru @chloiyoomi @angeleilee <3

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p.3 touchy!bokuto flirting with inexperienced!reader

feeling good about this. might have to change the title soon cuz it damn sure won't just be flirting in the next part

warnings. nsfw themes, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / brother's best friend trope / kuroo's little sister!reader / touchy!bokuto / flirty!bokuto / corruption kink!bokuto / virgin!reader / bokuto-reader-lev sandwich / heavy petting / cuddling / bokuto being and staying hard / jealous!bokuto / hand thirst / drinking / house party / praise kink!bokuto / 2.5k words nsfw + future parts to follow, reply to be added to taglist

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my request box. part one here. part two here.

"Oh!" Lev hung over the back of the sofa, biting his lip as he watched you walk away for another drink.

He was already messy-drunk at 10 p.m, "Could you grab two more of those? Pleasepleaseplease?"

You hummed, placid with your own small buzz, and slipped out of Bokuto's needy, heavy-handed grip. A busy murmur fell over the sectional just as you got to the kitchen.

"Sorryyy, make that four!"

You weren't sure why he got an invite, but he -like many of the other team members- was much kinder to you than you expected him to be, so it wasn't a problem. Five ciders, all bullshit flavors because Tetsurou couldn't even pretend to have class, were clutched tight to your chest.

He was still hanging there, only alert when he saw your slippers on the floor in front of him.

A big, wide grin brightened up his face, "Thank youu!"

While he carefully chose four, you noticed how easily he could finger each bottleneck with such long digits. You stared at them, a little heat dusting your cheeks. Something about big hands was doing it for you recently.

Lev was halfway focused on trying to pass back two bottles, halfway gawking at your wet, see-through shirt and your pebbled nipples from the cold condensation of the drinks.

His dirty mind could've been just as see-through, how noticeable all the color was across his face, how he was just short of drooling, slouched to get a better look.

Distracted, you picked up one of his hands, "How tall are you, Lev?"

Bokuto finally stirred next to him, tuned only to the sound of your voice. He missed the question but was deeply suspicious of that big, clumsy idiot so close to you.

"194.3 cm," Lev answered you with pride.

Head craned to get a look at this conversation, he found you playing with Lev's fingers, your pretty pornstar tits, and what was just shy of the freshman heavy-breathing down your shirt. Sure, that giant bastard was more age appropriate, but he'd be damned before he let him steal your favor.

You were just getting to rub his knuckles, close to the webs of his fingers, when Bokuto let out a big, exaggerated yawn and stretched over the back of the couch.

"Ohh! Heyyy Pretty," He bit his lip at you, and spared subtle, but mean glance to Lev.

Bokuto somehow grew funnier, cuter, after sharing a couple of drinks. The little peck from earlier created a sense of fun familiarity between you.

You giggled, still not letting Lev go because you weren't thinking about it very hard, "Hii."

The sight made him feel as though his heart was getting bitten a trillion times- like a bunch of ferocious ants all piled up on a honeybun. His hand shot out to grab yours with an intensity that his smile didn't share.

"Come sit next to me!" He rubbed the top of your knuckles, confident, and filling you with a continental migration of butterflies.

You were floating around to take the seat right of him, forgetting completely about Lev, under a little spell. Lev slumped down, pissed, but recovered as quick as it took him to realize you would be sitting next to him, too. He moved his leg so you'd have less room.

You rubbed your arm, looking towards the door, "Well..."

"Tetsu' will need somewhere to sit when he comes back--,"

He sat up and you were soon cut off by a pair of hands pulling you by the wrists, closer to the couch- he used an effective method of gripping your lower thigh, making your knees weak, so you felt like you had to sit down on the edge of the cushion.

"Kuroo can sit on the armrest! No biggie!" Bokuto brushed the tip of your nose with his finger, stirring a very successful smile.

Lev put an arm around the back of the couch, above your head. It was warmer, and he smelled good.

"Yeahyeah, screw'm, he's'not ev'n here."

Bokuto pulled you in with a face to Lev, an arm wrapping around you and settling, steady, firm on your opposite hip. His thumb was jammed into the crease of your thigh- a possessive act, and a tingly feeling that spread across your tummy and between your legs.

You vaguely knew better than to entertain this, but it was so comfortable. You were satisfied, sipping on your cider, sometimes watching the game -sometimes Bokuto-, swimming in attention.

It became evident in the way that Lev wouldn't stop leaning down to talk to you, find something in common that didn't exist, rubbing his leg against your thigh, that he was suddenly interested. Once you understood what was happening, it was fun watching Bokuto pick on him.

"Mayybe you shu'd tryout for the girls' team!" He landed on the only possibility he'd get to see you more often than he already did, considering you were in the same class together.

"Oh," You shied away from his gaze, closer to Bokuto's chest, "I'm not very sporty."

Bokuto huffed, nose scrunched at the underclassman as he pulled you close.

"Yaku-!" He shouted, craning to get a view of the group sitting at the table in a heated game of chess, "Who's letting Lev drink?!"

The loud-mouth's reputation, his skill now spoken for at the practice game, and the fact that he wasn't on the same team, was intimidating already. The way he so cruelly added his seniority into the mix was enough to make Lev much smaller, and stop trying as hard to flirt with you.

Yaku finished his move.

"Lev!" He called from the table.

He flinched. Yaku often sounded like his older sister when he got mad.

"...Yes?"

"How much have you had?"

"Uhh,"

You glanced down, leaning a bit forward to see the preposterous amount of empty bottles on the coffee table and the floor underneath it. No wonder Tetsurou had to go out to grab more. Bokuto pulled you back onto his comfortable chest, eating up that wide-eyed, mousey look he caught.

It was clear that nobody had been monitoring Lev, based on the reactions that slowly began to take throughout the first floor. But it was also just as true that their youngest member was deeply cared about, because they quickly cut him off.

There was still a scattered, loud, shared conversation around that drowned out the sound of the front door opening and closing.

Bokuto tilted his head down at you. You gathered the courage to meet him, but struggled to maintain it. He showed off how quiet he could be.

"I'm still your favorite, right?"

"Yeah!" You whispered, so sincere and so quick that it spurred his hand to twitch.

A heavy, satisfied sigh, his hand was squeezing hard around the widest part of your thigh, and you were sitting straighter despite his strong pull.

It quickly taught you that 1) showing proof that you liked him got you rewards and 2) his attraction was more deep-seated than you thought. You pondered what he want from you, and if you wanted to find out.

Thoughtful, you picked up his left arm, gentle and slow. You could feel him bracing through a shiver.

Something you always enjoyed was when your friends drew on you, or traced on your skin. It was a safe way for you to express yourself- that you were receptive, to whatever he was trying to bring out of you by being so touchy. You liked him so much more than you thought you did at the pick-up game. More than when he first caught your attention, or when you captured his.

So you traced your fingers along his raised, veiny forearm. Down to his wrist, a soft nudge to flip his palm face-up so you could take your time outlining the lines in his rough palm, through to the tips of his long fingers.

You took in his stalled breath. The hair on the back of his neck stood straight. You could hear his heartbeat quicken with your head pressed against his chest.

He had been so sure he could teach you everything. It hadn't occurred to him that he could learn a thing or two from you. It felt good, but in a different way. No girl had ever touched him like this, before.

The noise was a reassuring, monotonous backdrop. Everybody was preoccupied, you had a buzz going, and despite the chaos, it all still felt so intimate.

He muttered to you, lips brushed against your scalp, "You're torturin' me, y'know that?"

The insinuation made you freeze.

"Nono, keep going-," He huffed, voice sickly sweet. The slight panic in his request was lost on you.

Though hesitant, you kept running your light lines down from the thickest part of his arm to his slightly shaky hand.

"How so?" You asked him, morbidly curious, despite all the red flags going off in your head to not encourage his dirty admission.

Bokuto huffed out a tired chuckle- the pain in his lap hadn't subsided since before you sat down. It only worsened at every opportunity you gave him to touch you.

He was in the process of moving his arm away, so you could see the obnoxious print in his shorts, maybe tell him what you thought.

"You're dead."

You both turned, all the warmth drained out of you at once, at Tetsurou's voice behind you. He stood with his arms crossed, keys still in hand. Neither of you were sure whom he was referring to, since it applied both ways.

"Kuroo! Buddy!" Bokuto tried, but it didn't make him budge the way it normally did. There was no fondness left.

He lunged forward, hinged over the back of the sofa between you. There was only so much room to separate, because Lev stood in as a great brick wall.

Thankfully, his attention was not on the heavy petting- he swiped the drink from your hands.

"Hey-!" You began to retort.

"Shut up!" He snapped, "How many have you had?"

You crossed your arms, embarrassed now that you were getting the same treatment as Lev. Somehow, Bokuto's attention made you feel older, more responsible, than you actually were. You chose silence.

In your choice not to dignify him with a response, he looked fiercely to Bokuto.

"How much did she have?"

"I dunno!" He shrugged.

It was true, he didn't know, but he really didn't like the sudden responsibility being placed on his shoulders- and wouldn't have told him, if he did.

Akaashi, sitting on the other side of Lev, piped up before Bokuto could degrade their trust any more. He didn't look away from the screen.

"She only had two, Kuroo."

"Finally!" He pointed at Akaashi, "Thank you," Then he pointed to you, taking the last swig of your drink, "You're done."

It was too much. He ruined everything. He was mean, and bossy, and angry about the dumbest things.

You struggled to stand, a little difficult and awkward because the two heavy guys on either side of you were weighing the cushions down.

"You're the worst!"

You made an ugly face at him, now craving the quiet sanctuary of your bedroom, where he couldn't mess anything up. You made sure to kick an empty bottle out of your way. It didn't break, but it pissed him off, so it was worth it.

Bokuto sat in silent shock, in disbelief that he got away from that whole interaction unscathed by either of you. And that he was still hard.

It was all so frustrating that once you were in your room, it nearly brought you to tears. You fell onto your bed, lying on your stomach, biting your pillow.

You were so close. To what? You didn't exactly know, but you desperately wanted to find out.

It was getting late, and you had to eventually let go of the fantasy that Bokuto would betray his friend and come up here to keep you company. So you decided to take a sobering shower and get ready for bed.

The act gave you time to think. Specifically about those big, bulky arms under your touch, how safe but nervous you felt snuggled up to his side, how every word he uttered was dripping with vulgarity, regardless of how sweet he whispered it.

You let the bathroom door open to vent the steam, and in slipped your brother's calico. She was a big fan of the shower, and the act of her pawing, meowing at the glass made you giggle. You tightened your towel so you could pick her up.

"How'd you get in here, baby?" You cooed, kissing the top of her head.

A thoughtful hum inspired a loud, high gasp--

"Well, the door wasn't locked, so," Bokuto, sat cross-legged on your mattress, grinned at your stunned drop of the cat and the near-nudity he found you in, "-It was pretty easy."

He looked far too big to exist in here. He made your twin bed look like a shoebox.

You put a hand on the wall to keep yourself standing, trying to swallow your heart back down into your chest, where it belonged.

The bed groaned under his weight as he stood up, coming towards you.

"Aww," Was an enamored chuckle at your oh-so-cute reaction.

It was so hard to catch your breath, you couldn't speak to tell him to keep his distance, to remind him that you were undressed- you pressed your back to the wall, gasping at his proximity that he clearly didn't think twice about.

His hands jutted out to grab your waist, rough at first but then softer, a grin fading as he glanced around your big, worried features.

"Heyy," He frowned.

"Don't treat me like a stranger, now."

You didn't want him to go, but you couldn't calm down. You gasped again, trying your hardest to speak this time, grateful he was letting you go, but guilty about the sadness taking over his face.

"Please-," You couldn't look him in the eye, "Please let me get dressed."

Bokuto blinked, surprised, but soon gave an obedient nod. He backed up.

"Yeah! Yeah, uh, of course..."

Maybe virgins weren't as fun as he thought. You were this nervous in a towel?

His attempt to lighten you up by pulling his shirt off and offering it to you only made you stiffen, as if he was handing you a bomb.

So he explained carefully, "How 'bout you put this on? It'd be real cute!"

His finger brushed your nose like earlier. It got a tiny smile out of you.

Bokuto was more tentative to let you grab more clothes, but he didn't voice his concerns. He sat, impatient, as you changed in the bathroom, nursing his aching cock through his clothes.

It helped quell the pain only a bit, while radicalizing his agenda to get between your legs tonight.

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Chapter Five

Summary: Day 3 of Nationals was unknown territory for Karasuno as the top 16 teams continue to climb their way to the top. As Karasuno’s ace, Asahi, could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations on his shoulders and while he knows he’s not completely alone to carry the burden, Asahi found comfort in the memories of the person who became his solace.

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: Some spoilers from manga series. Major fluff. Slow burn. I don’t own anything. Haikyu belongs to Furudate Haruichi!

A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting a new chapter in these last five months. But it has been a difficult time for me. I’ve been promoted at my job where it requires so much supervision and paperwork. Obviously the pay is okay, but it takes a toll on my mental state. It’s a constant state of anxiety each day, and I feel like no one takes me seriously. Each day I try to write this series but it’s like all my motivation is just gone. Again, I’m so sorry for disappointing you guys.

(Y/N) didn’t realize how cold she actually was until she felt the hotel’s heated air enveloped her like a brand new blanket. But the cold didn’t bother her in the slightest. Not when she had a great time spending with Asahi that made her all warm and fuzzy inside. They talked, laughed, and even made promises for the future. 

Azumane Asahi made her feel all sorts of feelings. Excitement, nervousness, flustered and everything in between. He may be over six feet tall and may look intimidating but he was the  sweetest guy she has ever met in her life. 

If there was ever a time to believe in all the love stories and love songs, it would definitely be now. It was ironic because she always believed it was an exaggeration whenever the female protagonist would talk about her feelings for her love interest. The same thing could be said when she listened to a popular love song. In fact, she thought her friends were crazy whenever a specific song sung by a well-known American singer came on the radio. She didn’t see what the big deal was but she’ll admit it was a catchy song.

(Y/N) chuckled at the irony of it all. Maybe those books and songs about love were on to something… 

“Miss? Are you feeling alright?” The hotel concierge asked from behind her desk.

The manager snapped out of her thoughts and managed a convincing smile. “Oh, sorry! Yes, I’m fine.”

The older woman relaxed and smiled in return. “That’s good. If you don’t mind me asking, was that your boyfriend you were speaking to outside?”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm up under her scarf at the question. Asahi wasn’t her boyfriend but she wasn’t against the idea. “He’s a friend.”

“Oh, I see.” The lady smiled warmly when she recalled the time she met the love of her life when they were young. She can tell that this young girl is going through the same ocean of emotions she went through at one time. She looked down at the ring around her finger, a symbol of love she shared with her husband of twenty years. “Well, he seems to have a kind soul.”

“He does.” (Y/N) confirmed. “He’s a gentle giant with a glass heart. He’s the ace of his team but he keeps doubting himself a lot. I just wish there was a way I can help him… Help him see that he’s already amazing even with his flaws.” She mumbled the last phrase to herself. “At least to me…”

The hotel concierge mentally cooed at how adorable this high school student was being. If she was her grandchild, she would make her march right back out there and confess her feelings to that boy. Instead, she cleared her throat and gave the young girl what she thought was wise advice, “Dearie, this is just a thought, but perhaps instead of using your words, you should use action. Actions speak louder than words. After all, boys can be oblivious at times, especially high school boys.”

(Y/N) perked up, her eyes seemed to glimmer with hope. “Use action, huh? Hmm. I guess that could work.” She looked back at the older woman and bowed down in respect. “Arigato!”

She turned around and made her way to the elevator. Luckily, there was one still available but it seemed the universe decided she had enough luck for today as the metal door began to slide closed. 

Or maybe there was still hope because her eyes caught a person wearing a bright red track jacket inside the elevator.

“Please hold the elevator!” (Y/N) called out to the person as she sprinted her way in. Once inside, she sighed in relief before turning to the person. “Thanks for that. I owe you one.”

“I-It’s n-nothing.” The guy squeaked out a reply. He cleared his throat, hoping it was enough to get rid of the stutter in his voice. Though it only made his voice squeak at a higher octave as he asked, “W-What f-floor?”

“Fifteen- Oh, you too, huh? That’s cool.” She mentally kicked herself for saying that last part but she didn’t show it. 

“U-Um, y-yeah, so c-cool.”

They rode the elevator in silence for the first five floors. (Y/N) decided to pass the time by texting Kita and Aran that she was on her way back. She smiled to herself when Aran began to send a barrage of questions, one after another. She shifted from one foot to the other and the simple motion was enough to cause a strand of hair to fall in front of her face. Annoyed, (Y/N) tucked the strand behind her ear and continued on with her texts.

But in the corner of her eye, the guy right next to her kept stealing glances at her. He was fidgety as if he was scared of her. His hands acted like they couldn’t be still for five seconds. They were either fidgeting by his side, squirming inside his track jacket, or running his fingers through his dyed mohawk. 

‘Oh well. Maybe he’s just socially awkward. He looks like a high schooler like me, albeit a bit younger than me. Perhaps a second-year?’

Lost in her own thoughts, (Y/N) didn’t realize the effect she was having on Nekoma’s ace. 

Yamamoto didn’t know how to act. He felt as if he was breathing funny right next to the very pretty girl. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and it was getting louder and louder with each minute that passed by. The soft glow from her phone illuminated her facial features and he had to swallow the hot ball of nerves in his throat. This was exactly how he felt when he saw Karasuno’s beautiful manager for the first time.

‘Does she realize how beautiful she looks?’ Yamamoto asked himself, stealing another glance at the girl right next to him. ‘I wonder what’s her name? What school does she belong to? She has to be here for the Spring Tournament, right? Or maybe she’s here to cheer on her boyfriend? Because there’s no way a girl as pretty as her could be single. Lucky bastard!’

Apparently the last thought was enough to let out a small gruff escape his lips and the noise caught her attention.

“I’m sorry. Did you say something?” She asked kindly, turning off her phone giving Yamamoto her full attention.

“Er, n-no?” 

“Oh, okay then.” (Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. “My bad.”

“W-WAIT!” Nekoma’s ace all but shouted at her, causing her to jump. “A-Are you here for the tournament?”

(Y/N) smiled. “I was. I’m the manager for my team. We just lost today’s match though. My name’s (L/N) (Y/N). I’m from Inarizaki.”

“Yamamoto Taketora.” He tried to subtly puff out chest as he pointed to himself and confidently said, “I’m Nekoma’s one-and-only ace.”

He hoped his title of ace would impress her. Maybe give him a compliment or two. Or maybe even admire him for having such an important role. 

“Nekoma? Oh! From Tokyo, right?”

Yamamoto felt like he was on cloud nine, ten, heck maybe even twenty because the pretty girl knew about his school which means she must know how much of a powerhouse his school is. 

(Y/N) continued. “That means you’re up against Karasuno!”

“Um yeah?” Yamamoto was taken aback at how excited her voice became, especially when Karasuno made its way into the conversation. He had a sinking feeling that she already had a favorite team. “Wait? You said you were from Inarizaki? Didn’t Karasuno- Well, um, beat your team today?”

“Yeah. It was a close match but they won fair and square. Plus, they’re great people. I hope they make it far in this tournament.” (Y/N) then winced and offered an apologetic look. “Not that your team isn’t good, Yamamoto. I’m sure your team is cool too.”

“Thanks but we’ll show you how cool we are tomorrow. Maybe you’ll change your mind on who to cheer for.”

(Y/N) smiled at how confident Yamamoto became in such a short amount of time. He was the complete opposite with his Karasuno counterpart. And while she might sound biased, she thought Asahi was the better ace. 

Still, she didn’t want to crush this guy’s confidence especially when his match is tomorrow. Luckily, the elevator came to a slow stop on the fifteenth floor. 

“Well, good luck tomorrow, Yamamoto. I think you’re going to need it.” 

And with that, the Inarizaki manager made her way down the corridor and entered her hotel room. She didn’t realize how her words seemed to cast a spell on the wing spiker. Yamamoto stood there, almost rooted to the spot. Soft elevator music filled the air but the only thing that held his attention was the Inarizaki beauty that wished him luck, minus the part where she was obviously a fan of Karasuno.

Yamamoto sighed, clearly frustrated. “Man! Why does Karasuno get all the cute girls?!”

With a raging fire burning inside of him, he didn’t notice the elevator doors closing on his floor until it was too late.

~

Asahi sneezed the moment he entered his room and for a split moment he felt his stomach drop. Was he getting sick? He hoped that wasn’t the case. He was just about to brush it off as a simple sneeze when he remembered a common superstition about sneezing and how it meant someone was talking about you.

A shiver of mixed emotions traveled up his spine when he thought of her. 

(L/N) (Y/N). The Inarizaki volleyball manager. The girl he fell for since day one. One of the few people who didn’t flinch or run away from him because of the way he looked. Instead, she took the time to get to know him, listened to his worried ramblings, and even gave him meaningful advice that helped him through his anxiety.

It might be wishful thinking but Asahi hoped she was thinking of him just as he was with her. And while it’s only been a few minutes since his conversation with (Y/N), he longed to see her again. A pang of disappointment made its way to his heart. By tomorrow morning, she’ll be gone, returning back home with the rest of her team.

‘At least, I can still text her. (Y/N) did say she would visit Miyagi one day. And I can pay a visit to Hyōgo too.’

The small ray of hope shined a bit brighter on the future as it was enough for Asahi to smile. 

“Oh? You’re back, I see.” The familiar voice of the innkeeper brought him back to reality. The woman gave him a brief smile before asking, “The girl you were speaking to must have been your girlfriend, wasn’t it? You two looked adorable together. I must admit, I didn’t peg you to be a romantic when I first saw you but you certainly proved me wrong.”

Asahi’s mind went into a frenzy upon hearing the woman’s words. He couldn’t help but feel uncomfortably warm and stutter out. “W-What?”

The female innkeeper chuckled at how obvious the high school boy was being. If he wasn’t the epitome of a boy in love, then she didn't know what else could be. 

“Oh, don’t be so modest!” She told him. “Girls love nothing more when their boyfriends make the effort to be romantic. I say you did well. Dare I say, confident even. Your friends were trying to peek and listen in but I sent them back to their rooms. I’m sure a couple like yourselves wanted privacy.”

Asahi opened his mouth to correct her whole perception of him and (Y/N) but for some reason he didn’t. Instead, he thanked the woman with a bow.

The innkeeper smiled at him. “Keep it up, young man! And good luck on tomorrow’s match! Make your girlfriend proud of you!”

Stuttering out another thank you, Asahi left the small lobby and made his way to his room.

“Hey guys! I’m back-” 

“ASAHI’S BACK!” 

The volleyball ace could feel the metaphorical spotlight shine on him when he was surrounded by his friends, each of them asking all sorts of questions.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“How was it?”

“Hinata said you guys were holding hands, is that true?”

“Did you kiss her?”

“Asked her to be your girlfriend?”

“When’s the first date?”

Overwhelmed, Asahi was grateful when Suga and Daichi put an end to the interrogation. They led him to the outdoor balcony where they had a good view of several illuminated skyscrapers. His eyes automatically looked at the sky, hoping to see a single constellation or at the very least the North Star. But he was greeted once again by the cloud-filled sky. 

The disappointment didn’t stay too long when he let his eyes wander to the exact spot where he and (Y/N) had their conversation. He smiled to himself when he saw the outdoor string lights that helped serve a warm atmosphere; he didn’t blame the innkeeper for thinking they were a couple. 

He just wished it was true.

Like clockwork, he felt Daichi and Suga flank on either side of him. He didn’t have to look at them to know they wore identical knowing looks. Instead, he placed his arms against the balcony and waited for the questions to start.

“Sooo?” Suga began, grinning up at his friend. 

“How did it go?” Daichi asked. 

“It went okay.” Asahi said as he rested his chin on his arms. “We talked about today’s match. I wanted to make sure (Y/N) was actually okay.”

“And was she?” Suga asked, genuinely curious since he knew Asahi was worried about it earlier today.

Asahi nodded. “You were right all along, Suga.”

“See? You had nothing to worry about! That just goes to show you should count on me for relationship advice! What else? I need more details.”

“Calm down, Suga.” Daichi laughed at his friend’s barely contained excitement. “Didn’t you learn anything when the innkeeper scolded us earlier?”

“That was you guys?” Asahi asked them with a chuckle. “I thought Nishinoya and Tanaka would pull that stunt. But you guys?”

“Hey! In our defense, we… Well, we… Daichi, tell him our defense. You’re good at defense.”

Daichi rolled his eyes at Suga’s poor excuse. “We were nosy. There. That’s our defense. But someone just had to be extra extra nosy-” He gave the vice captain a quick glare. “-That the innkeeper caught up on what we were doing and sent us back.”

Asahi laughed at his friends as he could only imagine that moment. He replayed his conversation with (Y/N) once more and a soft smile played on his lips. “She wished us luck for tomorrow.”

“Really? That’s nice of her. Is she coming to watch our match? I bet you would want her to cheer you on from the stands.”

It was a nice thought but Asahi knew better.

With a heavy sigh and an equally heavy heart, he told them how (Y/N) and her team were leaving tomorrow morning. He waited for his friends to say something that would cheer him up but was greeted with silence. Until, Daichi spoke what was on everyone’s mind.

“Well, that sucks.”

“Yeah.” Asahi couldn’t agree more with his situation. “Am I a bad person for not wanting (Y/N) to go back home?”

“Course not!” Suga exclaimed loudly. “I think it’s normal. I mean it’s not like you have no support. You have us, the team, the coaches, and the fans.”

“But it’s different when it comes to (Y/N),” Daichi suggested, catching on to what Suga was doing. “She already means a lot to you, huh?”

Asahi felt his ears turn red and he wished that his hair was in a low bun to hide the obvious giveaway. Still, what they were saying was the truth. He would have liked nothing more for (Y/N) to be there tomorrow, cheering him on. He wanted her to see that their agreement still stands. A promise where he’ll do everything he can to help his team win. 

It’s hard to explain it but he always had trouble seeing himself as the team’s ace. Obviously, he can see why he’s the ace as he dealt with persistent blocks, less-than-ideal sets, or nasty serves most of the time. But sometimes, when his anxiety was too much, he had doubts about his abilities. He couldn’t voice this to Daichi and Suga or to anyone on the team, he hated being an inconvenience.

He was- No. He is grateful that he met (Y/N). Someone who understood him and his problems. Someone who sees more than the title of ace on his shoulders. Someone who took the time and effort to get to know him.

“Yeah. She does… More than she actually knows.”

Asahi didn’t notice the way his fellow third-years shared a knowing look behind his back but if he did he wouldn’t care. He was a storm of emotions on the inside. It was almost funny how this new year was treating him and it hasn’t been a full week yet. Whatever the case, he counted his lucky stars to have made it to Nationals. 

~ The Next Morning ~

The sun’s morning rays were the first thing that greeted him when Asahi opened his eyes. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t back in Miyagi, sleeping in his own room and yet it hit him all at once of all the events that happened in the last 48 hours. 

Asahi sighed, swinging his arm over his eyes and letting himself smile when he thought about her. (L/N) (Y/N), the third-year manager of the Inarizaki volleyball team. In the few encounters they’ve had, she never failed to bring a new perspective, which he found refreshing compared to his usual anxiety-inducing outlook on life. 

His heart began to beat a bit faster when he remembered every little detail from last night. How she tugged her scarf a bit tighter each time a breeze blew by. How the snowflakes danced around her, while a few of them were caught in her hair. In his eyes, the snowflakes looked like mini diamonds in her hair, sparkling each time they caught the light of the outdoor winter illuminations. Or how she would tuck her hair behind her ear whenever she got excited- Wait… Now that he remembered that detail, Asahi recalled (Y/N) did that a lot during their conversation last night. She smiled a lot too… And the hug she gave him, wishing him luck on today’s match…

Feeling the tips of his ears begin to warm up, Asahi sat up on his futon. His hair tickled the back of his neck, a few strands made their way in front of his face. He let out a yawn before running his hand through his long hair. And by that simple action, Asahi was reminded how sore his body actually was. Especially his shoulder. Despite his body begging for more rest, the ace slowly but surely got up and headed to the bathroom. 

He was greeted by his own reflection in the mirror. His long brown hair was definitely giving him a wild look. He’ll have to make sure his hair looks decent today. After all, he didn’t want to look savage wild. More like cool wild… If that made any sense…

Asahi let out a quiet groan when he removed his shirt, the very shirt (Y/N) bought him when they first met. After carefully folding his treasured shirt with great care, Asahi looked at himself in the mirror where his eyes immediately found a three-inch bruise on his shoulder, a reminder how intense Ojiro Aran’s spike was. He gently pressed his fingers to the injury and grimaced at how sensitive it was. The ice pack he used yesterday did its job but it looks like he might have to ask Kiyoko for another one. He looked at the rest of his toned body, hoping there weren’t any other major bruises like the one on his shoulder. To his relief, there wasn’t any except for the minor bruises on his forearms and biceps. Bending his arm back and forth a few times, Asahi noticed how large his biceps were. Have they always been this big? They weren’t obscenely large but it was enough to compliment the rest of his body. He looked… Strong. 

‘Does (Y/N) think I look good? I mean, she did call me cute last night. So that’s a good thing. But what if she was being nice. What if she likes guys with huge muscles?’ Asahi frowned, before shaking the thought away. ‘Maybe I should work out more...’

Asahi began his morning routine and while his body moved in automatic motion, his mind kept replaying what (Y/N) told him last night.

‘First, you can stop feeling bad. I’m okay, really. And second, if you really want to make me feel better then take the win. Take it and do the same thing tomorrow. Play each set and win some more. I promise if you do that, I’ll be more than okay because I’ll be rooting for you.’

‘Win the next match for us.’

‘Think positive! Remember you’re not alone. You have your friends and the rest of your team that you can rely on. And if it helps, you have me too.’

‘I might not be there in person but I’ll be cheering for you.’

‘You got this Asahi. I know you do.’

Asahi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, replaying (Y/N)’s words on loop while also imagining the warmth of her hug, the sincerity in her eyes, and genuine kindness in her smile. After a minute, the ace opened his eyes. He made eye contact with the mirror’s reflection of himself.

“You can do this, Asahi.” 

~

When he returned to his room, he was surprised to see most of his team already up. Maybe he wasn’t the only one with nerves. It was the third day of the Spring Tournament and if what Coach Ukai told them was true then today was going to be hell because both the third round and the quarterfinals are to be played today. 

So if they win against Nekoma, an already great team, then they will have to compete with another powerhouse school who most likely have been to Nationals each year. 

“Morning, Asahi.” Suga greeted as he was making his way to the bathroom. 

“Morning, Suga. Are you ready for today?”

“Give me half an hour. Nishinoya kept me up with his snoring and I think Tanaka was talking in his sleep. I think he was dreaming of being in a match because he kept saying ‘nice receive’. I still slept okay but I woke up again at around 5 A.M.”

“Why?” Asahi asked. 

“So you know how my futon is close to the outlet where we all charge our phones?” Suga asked, a yawn quickly following afterward.

“Yeah.”

“Well, someone’s phone went off, waking me up way too early! And you know how I am, when someone wakes me up before I actually have to.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re not really a morning person.”

“Exactly!” Suga mumbled as he tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes. “I didn’t even care whose phone it was, I just grabbed it and put it on silent mode. No one should be calling anyone that early in the morning.”

‘Well, there goes my plan to call (Y/N) right now.’

Suga made his way to the bathroom, leaving Asahi to wonder what his next should be. Perhaps he could just check his phone for any messages he may have missed… Maybe… Just maybe he might be lucky to find a text from her.

The moment his phone lit up was when he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet because it was there on his phone’s screen that he, in fact, did receive a text from (Y/N). He quickly tapped on the message and waited with a rapidly beating heart and bated breath to see what she had to say.

New Message from (Y/N) (5:20 AM)

Asahi! I’m so sorry for texting you so early in the morning. I tried to call you but I guess you disconnected or something? Again, sorry about that. I probably woke you up and you need all the sleep you can get for today’s matches. I just wanted to talk to you but I guess this message will have to do. 

First of all, I really wanted to be there and wish you luck. But I’m sure you and your team will give your opponents a hard time. 

Right now, I’m sitting on our team’s bus, getting ready to go back to Hyōgo. The coaches are taking their sweet time though but for some reason I’m okay with that. I don’t want to leave Tokyo… Not yet at least. 

Anyways, this message is getting too long even though I have so much more to say to you, but I’m sure you need to focus. Just remember that it’s okay to be nervous. You’re not carrying the burden alone, okay? You have your team. 

P.S. Is it weird that I’m still looking at the sky for stars? Obviously, I’m not an expert like yourself but I think little-kid-you would be proud of me. Good luck. I believe in you.

Asahi couldn’t help but smile widely when he read the last part of (Y/N)’s message. He felt like his whole body was glowing with positive energy. Maybe he can do this- No. He will do this. For himself. For the team. And for her.

He checked the time and realized that it had been almost two hours since (Y/N) had sent her message. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Asahi clicked her contact number and waited to hear her voice. He counted each second that passed by as his phone dialed her number. Ten seconds have passed when his phone connected the call. There was a brief shuffle and Asahi wondered if he woke her up. 

“Hello?”

This was definitely not (Y/N). In fact, it sounded familiar. Asahi wracked his brain to try to match the voice with a face. It had to be one of the Miya twins. But which one?

“Uh, hi? Um, is… Is (Y/N)-san there?” 

“Yeah, she’s here. Who’s askin’?” 

“Err. This is Azumane Asahi. I’m trying to return her call-”

“Azumane? Why does that name sound so familiar? Oh! Wait! Karasuno’s samurai, right?”

Asahi let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s me. And you’re one of the Miya twins, right?”

“Guess which one, samurai. If you answer right, I’ll wake up sleeping beauty-”

“You’re Osamu.” Asahi wasn’t sure in the beginning but he was absolutely sure that this was the calmer twin. “I think your brother would have ended the call after knowing it was me.”

“Atsumu can be an ass sometimes but he means well. It’s just that… (Y/N) is more than just our manager to us. She’s our friend. We want her to be happy and from what I’ve seen you’ve been doing a good job at that. Especially what she did last night after you guys had your little talk.”

Asahi furrowed his brow. “What do you mean-”

“‘Samu? Who are you talking to with my phone?”

“In my defense-”

“You have no defense.” Asahi smirked at (Y/N)’s quick retort. He can only imagine what kind of expression she was wearing. He wondered if (Y/N) was the kind of person that loved her sleep. Was she an early bird or a night owl? “Hello? Asahi, is that you?”

Her voice sounded soft-spoken yet rushed, as if some cosmic misfortune might happen to prevent them from talking. Which to be fair wasn’t so far-fetched but hearing her voice once more made it all worth it.

“(Y/N)! Hey!” He cleared his throat, trying to sound somewhat calm. “I saw that I missed your call but I was asleep and-”

“That’s completely my bad, Asahi. I should have known better than to call you, especially on a day like today but I couldn’t help it.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m actually glad you called and thanks for the message you sent. It helped a lot.”

There was a sigh of relief before she spoke again. “I hoped it did. So how are you feeling?”

“Better than yesterday.” He confessed. “I don’t feel like I need stomach medicine before the match.” 

(Y/N) giggled and Asahi swore his heart stirred around his chest. “Well, that’s a good start. How is everyone else? Is everyone ready to play two matches today?”

His brain short-circuited. He couldn’t find the ability to talk till he heard (Y/N) call out his name. “Two matches? Isn’t it just one match?”

There was silence on the other end of the line and Asahi hoped he heard her wrong. He already had a small pit in his stomach going against Nekoma today but if what (Y/N) says is true then…

“I… I thought you already knew.”

“So today…”

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but that’s why they call day three of Nationals, Hell Day. The third round and the quarterfinals are going to be played today.”

“... I think I’m going to need that stomach medicine.”

“You can do this, Asahi. Believe in yourself.”

Asahi smiled to himself at her words. He hoped when the moment comes, he can share her confidence. He just hoped that moment was soon.

“I wish you were still here.” He admitted, wanting to let her know how he felt (at least somewhat). “You guys must be halfway back to Hyōgo.”

“Well… About that-”

“Everybody! Downstairs! We need to be there early to practice!” Coach Ukai’s authoritative voice filled the room before he left.

“Sounds like your coach is getting antsy.” 

Asahi laughed. “Tell me about it. I think he was up all night watching old Nekoma matches.”

“He’s not the only one. Nekoma’s libero is very skilled. So be careful with him even if you spike the ball past the blockers. Oh! Nekoma’s captain is going to be so annoying with his blocks but don’t get discouraged when you get blocked. Try to do some wipes or rebounds if you can. Wait! I have my notes in the other room. Don’t hang up!”

Asahi had his mouth open the whole time (Y/N) started giving out pointers. Did she do research on Nekoma prior to Nationals? She had to, right? Just in case Inarizaki played against Nekoma, right? Because there was no way she went through the effort of researching-

“She did it for you.” It was Osamu again. “Stayed up late last night. Watching Nekoma’s matches over and over again. Said she wanted to help your team but I think we both know she did it mainly for you.”

“I-I don’t… I swear I didn’t make her do that.” Asahi said earnestly.

“Course not. You’ll see soon enough (Y/N) is the type of person you’d want in your life. Shit, she’s coming back. See you later, samurai.”

“Later?” Asahi didn’t have time to question the twin’s words when he heard the phone being picked up.

“Hey, Asahi, are you still there?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

‘With you.’

[kitassso]

Chapter Five

Summary: Day 3 of Nationals was unknown territory for Karasuno as the top 16 teams continue to climb their way to the top. As Karasuno’s ace, Asahi, could feel the weight of everyone’s expectations on his shoulders and while he knows he’s not completely alone to carry the burden, Asahi found comfort in the memories of the person who became his solace.

Word Count: 5.2K

Warnings: Some spoilers from manga series. Major fluff. Slow burn. I don’t own anything. Haikyu belongs to Furudate Haruichi!

A/N: I’m so sorry for not posting a new chapter in these last five months. But it has been a difficult time for me. I’ve been promoted at my job where it requires so much supervision and paperwork. Obviously the pay is okay, but it takes a toll on my mental state. It’s a constant state of anxiety each day, and I feel like no one takes me seriously. Each day I try to write this series but it’s like all my motivation is just gone. Again, I’m so sorry for disappointing you guys.

(Y/N) didn’t realize how cold she actually was until she felt the hotel’s heated air enveloped her like a brand new blanket. But the cold didn’t bother her in the slightest. Not when she had a great time spending with Asahi that made her all warm and fuzzy inside. They talked, laughed, and even made promises for the future. 

Azumane Asahi made her feel all sorts of feelings. Excitement, nervousness, flustered and everything in between. He may be over six feet tall and may look intimidating but he was the  sweetest guy she has ever met in her life. 

If there was ever a time to believe in all the love stories and love songs, it would definitely be now. It was ironic because she always believed it was an exaggeration whenever the female protagonist would talk about her feelings for her love interest. The same thing could be said when she listened to a popular love song. In fact, she thought her friends were crazy whenever a specific song sung by a well-known American singer came on the radio. She didn’t see what the big deal was but she’ll admit it was a catchy song.

(Y/N) chuckled at the irony of it all. Maybe those books and songs about love were on to something… 

“Miss? Are you feeling alright?” The hotel concierge asked from behind her desk.

The manager snapped out of her thoughts and managed a convincing smile. “Oh, sorry! Yes, I’m fine.”

The older woman relaxed and smiled in return. “That’s good. If you don’t mind me asking, was that your boyfriend you were speaking to outside?”

(Y/N) felt her cheeks warm up under her scarf at the question. Asahi wasn’t her boyfriend but she wasn’t against the idea. “He’s a friend.”

“Oh, I see.” The lady smiled warmly when she recalled the time she met the love of her life when they were young. She can tell that this young girl is going through the same ocean of emotions she went through at one time. She looked down at the ring around her finger, a symbol of love she shared with her husband of twenty years. “Well, he seems to have a kind soul.”

“He does.” (Y/N) confirmed. “He’s a gentle giant with a glass heart. He’s the ace of his team but he keeps doubting himself a lot. I just wish there was a way I can help him… Help him see that he’s already amazing even with his flaws.” She mumbled the last phrase to herself. “At least to me…”

The hotel concierge mentally cooed at how adorable this high school student was being. If she was her grandchild, she would make her march right back out there and confess her feelings to that boy. Instead, she cleared her throat and gave the young girl what she thought was wise advice, “Dearie, this is just a thought, but perhaps instead of using your words, you should use action. Actions speak louder than words. After all, boys can be oblivious at times, especially high school boys.”

(Y/N) perked up, her eyes seemed to glimmer with hope. “Use action, huh? Hmm. I guess that could work.” She looked back at the older woman and bowed down in respect. “Arigato!”

She turned around and made her way to the elevator. Luckily, there was one still available but it seemed the universe decided she had enough luck for today as the metal door began to slide closed. 

Or maybe there was still hope because her eyes caught a person wearing a bright red track jacket inside the elevator.

“Please hold the elevator!” (Y/N) called out to the person as she sprinted her way in. Once inside, she sighed in relief before turning to the person. “Thanks for that. I owe you one.”

“I-It’s n-nothing.” The guy squeaked out a reply. He cleared his throat, hoping it was enough to get rid of the stutter in his voice. Though it only made his voice squeak at a higher octave as he asked, “W-What f-floor?”

“Fifteen- Oh, you too, huh? That’s cool.” She mentally kicked herself for saying that last part but she didn’t show it. 

“U-Um, y-yeah, so c-cool.”

They rode the elevator in silence for the first five floors. (Y/N) decided to pass the time by texting Kita and Aran that she was on her way back. She smiled to herself when Aran began to send a barrage of questions, one after another. She shifted from one foot to the other and the simple motion was enough to cause a strand of hair to fall in front of her face. Annoyed, (Y/N) tucked the strand behind her ear and continued on with her texts.

But in the corner of her eye, the guy right next to her kept stealing glances at her. He was fidgety as if he was scared of her. His hands acted like they couldn’t be still for five seconds. They were either fidgeting by his side, squirming inside his track jacket, or running his fingers through his dyed mohawk. 

‘Oh well. Maybe he’s just socially awkward. He looks like a high schooler like me, albeit a bit younger than me. Perhaps a second-year?’

Lost in her own thoughts, (Y/N) didn’t realize the effect she was having on Nekoma’s ace. 

Yamamoto didn’t know how to act. He felt as if he was breathing funny right next to the very pretty girl. He could feel his heart beating in his ears and it was getting louder and louder with each minute that passed by. The soft glow from her phone illuminated her facial features and he had to swallow the hot ball of nerves in his throat. This was exactly how he felt when he saw Karasuno’s beautiful manager for the first time.

‘Does she realize how beautiful she looks?’ Yamamoto asked himself, stealing another glance at the girl right next to him. ‘I wonder what’s her name? What school does she belong to? She has to be here for the Spring Tournament, right? Or maybe she’s here to cheer on her boyfriend? Because there’s no way a girl as pretty as her could be single. Lucky bastard!’

Apparently the last thought was enough to let out a small gruff escape his lips and the noise caught her attention.

“I’m sorry. Did you say something?” She asked kindly, turning off her phone giving Yamamoto her full attention.

“Er, n-no?” 

“Oh, okay then.” (Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. “My bad.”

“W-WAIT!” Nekoma’s ace all but shouted at her, causing her to jump. “A-Are you here for the tournament?”

(Y/N) smiled. “I was. I’m the manager for my team. We just lost today’s match though. My name’s (L/N) (Y/N). I’m from Inarizaki.”

“Yamamoto Taketora.” He tried to subtly puff out chest as he pointed to himself and confidently said, “I’m Nekoma’s one-and-only ace.”

He hoped his title of ace would impress her. Maybe give him a compliment or two. Or maybe even admire him for having such an important role. 

“Nekoma? Oh! From Tokyo, right?”

Yamamoto felt like he was on cloud nine, ten, heck maybe even twenty because the pretty girl knew about his school which means she must know how much of a powerhouse his school is. 

(Y/N) continued. “That means you’re up against Karasuno!”

“Um yeah?” Yamamoto was taken aback at how excited her voice became, especially when Karasuno made its way into the conversation. He had a sinking feeling that she already had a favorite team. “Wait? You said you were from Inarizaki? Didn’t Karasuno- Well, um, beat your team today?”

“Yeah. It was a close match but they won fair and square. Plus, they’re great people. I hope they make it far in this tournament.” (Y/N) then winced and offered an apologetic look. “Not that your team isn’t good, Yamamoto. I’m sure your team is cool too.”

“Thanks but we’ll show you how cool we are tomorrow. Maybe you’ll change your mind on who to cheer for.”

(Y/N) smiled at how confident Yamamoto became in such a short amount of time. He was the complete opposite with his Karasuno counterpart. And while she might sound biased, she thought Asahi was the better ace. 

Still, she didn’t want to crush this guy’s confidence especially when his match is tomorrow. Luckily, the elevator came to a slow stop on the fifteenth floor. 

“Well, good luck tomorrow, Yamamoto. I think you’re going to need it.” 

And with that, the Inarizaki manager made her way down the corridor and entered her hotel room. She didn’t realize how her words seemed to cast a spell on the wing spiker. Yamamoto stood there, almost rooted to the spot. Soft elevator music filled the air but the only thing that held his attention was the Inarizaki beauty that wished him luck, minus the part where she was obviously a fan of Karasuno.

Yamamoto sighed, clearly frustrated. “Man! Why does Karasuno get all the cute girls?!”

With a raging fire burning inside of him, he didn’t notice the elevator doors closing on his floor until it was too late.

~

Asahi sneezed the moment he entered his room and for a split moment he felt his stomach drop. Was he getting sick? He hoped that wasn’t the case. He was just about to brush it off as a simple sneeze when he remembered a common superstition about sneezing and how it meant someone was talking about you.

A shiver of mixed emotions traveled up his spine when he thought of her. 

(L/N) (Y/N). The Inarizaki volleyball manager. The girl he fell for since day one. One of the few people who didn’t flinch or run away from him because of the way he looked. Instead, she took the time to get to know him, listened to his worried ramblings, and even gave him meaningful advice that helped him through his anxiety.

It might be wishful thinking but Asahi hoped she was thinking of him just as he was with her. And while it’s only been a few minutes since his conversation with (Y/N), he longed to see her again. A pang of disappointment made its way to his heart. By tomorrow morning, she’ll be gone, returning back home with the rest of her team.

‘At least, I can still text her. (Y/N) did say she would visit Miyagi one day. And I can pay a visit to Hyōgo too.’

The small ray of hope shined a bit brighter on the future as it was enough for Asahi to smile. 

“Oh? You’re back, I see.” The familiar voice of the innkeeper brought him back to reality. The woman gave him a brief smile before asking, “The girl you were speaking to must have been your girlfriend, wasn’t it? You two looked adorable together. I must admit, I didn’t peg you to be a romantic when I first saw you but you certainly proved me wrong.”

Asahi’s mind went into a frenzy upon hearing the woman’s words. He couldn’t help but feel uncomfortably warm and stutter out. “W-What?”

The female innkeeper chuckled at how obvious the high school boy was being. If he wasn’t the epitome of a boy in love, then she didn't know what else could be. 

“Oh, don’t be so modest!” She told him. “Girls love nothing more when their boyfriends make the effort to be romantic. I say you did well. Dare I say, confident even. Your friends were trying to peek and listen in but I sent them back to their rooms. I’m sure a couple like yourselves wanted privacy.”

Asahi opened his mouth to correct her whole perception of him and (Y/N) but for some reason he didn’t. Instead, he thanked the woman with a bow.

The innkeeper smiled at him. “Keep it up, young man! And good luck on tomorrow’s match! Make your girlfriend proud of you!”

Stuttering out another thank you, Asahi left the small lobby and made his way to his room.

“Hey guys! I’m back-” 

“ASAHI’S BACK!” 

The volleyball ace could feel the metaphorical spotlight shine on him when he was surrounded by his friends, each of them asking all sorts of questions.

“What did you guys talk about?”

“How was it?”

“Hinata said you guys were holding hands, is that true?”

“Did you kiss her?”

“Asked her to be your girlfriend?”

“When’s the first date?”

Overwhelmed, Asahi was grateful when Suga and Daichi put an end to the interrogation. They led him to the outdoor balcony where they had a good view of several illuminated skyscrapers. His eyes automatically looked at the sky, hoping to see a single constellation or at the very least the North Star. But he was greeted once again by the cloud-filled sky. 

The disappointment didn’t stay too long when he let his eyes wander to the exact spot where he and (Y/N) had their conversation. He smiled to himself when he saw the outdoor string lights that helped serve a warm atmosphere; he didn’t blame the innkeeper for thinking they were a couple. 

He just wished it was true.

Like clockwork, he felt Daichi and Suga flank on either side of him. He didn’t have to look at them to know they wore identical knowing looks. Instead, he placed his arms against the balcony and waited for the questions to start.

“Sooo?” Suga began, grinning up at his friend. 

“How did it go?” Daichi asked. 

“It went okay.” Asahi said as he rested his chin on his arms. “We talked about today’s match. I wanted to make sure (Y/N) was actually okay.”

“And was she?” Suga asked, genuinely curious since he knew Asahi was worried about it earlier today.

Asahi nodded. “You were right all along, Suga.”

“See? You had nothing to worry about! That just goes to show you should count on me for relationship advice! What else? I need more details.”

“Calm down, Suga.” Daichi laughed at his friend’s barely contained excitement. “Didn’t you learn anything when the innkeeper scolded us earlier?”

“That was you guys?” Asahi asked them with a chuckle. “I thought Nishinoya and Tanaka would pull that stunt. But you guys?”

“Hey! In our defense, we… Well, we… Daichi, tell him our defense. You’re good at defense.”

Daichi rolled his eyes at Suga’s poor excuse. “We were nosy. There. That’s our defense. But someone just had to be extra extra nosy-” He gave the vice captain a quick glare. “-That the innkeeper caught up on what we were doing and sent us back.”

Asahi laughed at his friends as he could only imagine that moment. He replayed his conversation with (Y/N) once more and a soft smile played on his lips. “She wished us luck for tomorrow.”

“Really? That’s nice of her. Is she coming to watch our match? I bet you would want her to cheer you on from the stands.”

It was a nice thought but Asahi knew better.

With a heavy sigh and an equally heavy heart, he told them how (Y/N) and her team were leaving tomorrow morning. He waited for his friends to say something that would cheer him up but was greeted with silence. Until, Daichi spoke what was on everyone’s mind.

“Well, that sucks.”

“Yeah.” Asahi couldn’t agree more with his situation. “Am I a bad person for not wanting (Y/N) to go back home?”

“Course not!” Suga exclaimed loudly. “I think it’s normal. I mean it’s not like you have no support. You have us, the team, the coaches, and the fans.”

“But it’s different when it comes to (Y/N),” Daichi suggested, catching on to what Suga was doing. “She already means a lot to you, huh?”

Asahi felt his ears turn red and he wished that his hair was in a low bun to hide the obvious giveaway. Still, what they were saying was the truth. He would have liked nothing more for (Y/N) to be there tomorrow, cheering him on. He wanted her to see that their agreement still stands. A promise where he’ll do everything he can to help his team win. 

It’s hard to explain it but he always had trouble seeing himself as the team’s ace. Obviously, he can see why he’s the ace as he dealt with persistent blocks, less-than-ideal sets, or nasty serves most of the time. But sometimes, when his anxiety was too much, he had doubts about his abilities. He couldn’t voice this to Daichi and Suga or to anyone on the team, he hated being an inconvenience.

He was- No. He is grateful that he met (Y/N). Someone who understood him and his problems. Someone who sees more than the title of ace on his shoulders. Someone who took the time and effort to get to know him.

“Yeah. She does… More than she actually knows.”

Asahi didn’t notice the way his fellow third-years shared a knowing look behind his back but if he did he wouldn’t care. He was a storm of emotions on the inside. It was almost funny how this new year was treating him and it hasn’t been a full week yet. Whatever the case, he counted his lucky stars to have made it to Nationals. 

~ The Next Morning ~

The sun’s morning rays were the first thing that greeted him when Asahi opened his eyes. It took him a moment to realize he wasn’t back in Miyagi, sleeping in his own room and yet it hit him all at once of all the events that happened in the last 48 hours. 

Asahi sighed, swinging his arm over his eyes and letting himself smile when he thought about her. (L/N) (Y/N), the third-year manager of the Inarizaki volleyball team. In the few encounters they’ve had, she never failed to bring a new perspective, which he found refreshing compared to his usual anxiety-inducing outlook on life. 

His heart began to beat a bit faster when he remembered every little detail from last night. How she tugged her scarf a bit tighter each time a breeze blew by. How the snowflakes danced around her, while a few of them were caught in her hair. In his eyes, the snowflakes looked like mini diamonds in her hair, sparkling each time they caught the light of the outdoor winter illuminations. Or how she would tuck her hair behind her ear whenever she got excited- Wait… Now that he remembered that detail, Asahi recalled (Y/N) did that a lot during their conversation last night. She smiled a lot too… And the hug she gave him, wishing him luck on today’s match…

Feeling the tips of his ears begin to warm up, Asahi sat up on his futon. His hair tickled the back of his neck, a few strands made their way in front of his face. He let out a yawn before running his hand through his long hair. And by that simple action, Asahi was reminded how sore his body actually was. Especially his shoulder. Despite his body begging for more rest, the ace slowly but surely got up and headed to the bathroom. 

He was greeted by his own reflection in the mirror. His long brown hair was definitely giving him a wild look. He’ll have to make sure his hair looks decent today. After all, he didn’t want to look savage wild. More like cool wild… If that made any sense…

Asahi let out a quiet groan when he removed his shirt, the very shirt (Y/N) bought him when they first met. After carefully folding his treasured shirt with great care, Asahi looked at himself in the mirror where his eyes immediately found a three-inch bruise on his shoulder, a reminder how intense Ojiro Aran’s spike was. He gently pressed his fingers to the injury and grimaced at how sensitive it was. The ice pack he used yesterday did its job but it looks like he might have to ask Kiyoko for another one. He looked at the rest of his toned body, hoping there weren’t any other major bruises like the one on his shoulder. To his relief, there wasn’t any except for the minor bruises on his forearms and biceps. Bending his arm back and forth a few times, Asahi noticed how large his biceps were. Have they always been this big? They weren’t obscenely large but it was enough to compliment the rest of his body. He looked… Strong. 

‘Does (Y/N) think I look good? I mean, she did call me cute last night. So that’s a good thing. But what if she was being nice. What if she likes guys with huge muscles?’ Asahi frowned, before shaking the thought away. ‘Maybe I should work out more...’

Asahi began his morning routine and while his body moved in automatic motion, his mind kept replaying what (Y/N) told him last night.

‘First, you can stop feeling bad. I’m okay, really. And second, if you really want to make me feel better then take the win. Take it and do the same thing tomorrow. Play each set and win some more. I promise if you do that, I’ll be more than okay because I’ll be rooting for you.’

‘Win the next match for us.’

‘Think positive! Remember you’re not alone. You have your friends and the rest of your team that you can rely on. And if it helps, you have me too.’

‘I might not be there in person but I’ll be cheering for you.’

‘You got this Asahi. I know you do.’

Asahi closed his eyes and took a deep breath, replaying (Y/N)’s words on loop while also imagining the warmth of her hug, the sincerity in her eyes, and genuine kindness in her smile. After a minute, the ace opened his eyes. He made eye contact with the mirror’s reflection of himself.

“You can do this, Asahi.” 

~

When he returned to his room, he was surprised to see most of his team already up. Maybe he wasn’t the only one with nerves. It was the third day of the Spring Tournament and if what Coach Ukai told them was true then today was going to be hell because both the third round and the quarterfinals are to be played today. 

So if they win against Nekoma, an already great team, then they will have to compete with another powerhouse school who most likely have been to Nationals each year. 

“Morning, Asahi.” Suga greeted as he was making his way to the bathroom. 

“Morning, Suga. Are you ready for today?”

“Give me half an hour. Nishinoya kept me up with his snoring and I think Tanaka was talking in his sleep. I think he was dreaming of being in a match because he kept saying ‘nice receive’. I still slept okay but I woke up again at around 5 A.M.”

“Why?” Asahi asked. 

“So you know how my futon is close to the outlet where we all charge our phones?” Suga asked, a yawn quickly following afterward.

“Yeah.”

“Well, someone’s phone went off, waking me up way too early! And you know how I am, when someone wakes me up before I actually have to.”

“Oh, yeah. You’re not really a morning person.”

“Exactly!” Suga mumbled as he tried to rub away the sleep from his eyes. “I didn’t even care whose phone it was, I just grabbed it and put it on silent mode. No one should be calling anyone that early in the morning.”

‘Well, there goes my plan to call (Y/N) right now.’

Suga made his way to the bathroom, leaving Asahi to wonder what his next should be. Perhaps he could just check his phone for any messages he may have missed… Maybe… Just maybe he might be lucky to find a text from her.

The moment his phone lit up was when he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet because it was there on his phone’s screen that he, in fact, did receive a text from (Y/N). He quickly tapped on the message and waited with a rapidly beating heart and bated breath to see what she had to say.

New Message from (Y/N) (5:20 AM)

Asahi! I’m so sorry for texting you so early in the morning. I tried to call you but I guess you disconnected or something? Again, sorry about that. I probably woke you up and you need all the sleep you can get for today’s matches. I just wanted to talk to you but I guess this message will have to do. 

First of all, I really wanted to be there and wish you luck. But I’m sure you and your team will give your opponents a hard time. 

Right now, I’m sitting on our team’s bus, getting ready to go back to Hyōgo. The coaches are taking their sweet time though but for some reason I’m okay with that. I don’t want to leave Tokyo… Not yet at least. 

Anyways, this message is getting too long even though I have so much more to say to you, but I’m sure you need to focus. Just remember that it’s okay to be nervous. You’re not carrying the burden alone, okay? You have your team. 

P.S. Is it weird that I’m still looking at the sky for stars? Obviously, I’m not an expert like yourself but I think little-kid-you would be proud of me. Good luck. I believe in you.

Asahi couldn’t help but smile widely when he read the last part of (Y/N)’s message. He felt like his whole body was glowing with positive energy. Maybe he can do this- No. He will do this. For himself. For the team. And for her.

He checked the time and realized that it had been almost two hours since (Y/N) had sent her message. Not wanting to waste anymore time, Asahi clicked her contact number and waited to hear her voice. He counted each second that passed by as his phone dialed her number. Ten seconds have passed when his phone connected the call. There was a brief shuffle and Asahi wondered if he woke her up. 

“Hello?”

This was definitely not (Y/N). In fact, it sounded familiar. Asahi wracked his brain to try to match the voice with a face. It had to be one of the Miya twins. But which one?

“Uh, hi? Um, is… Is (Y/N)-san there?” 

“Yeah, she’s here. Who’s askin’?” 

“Err. This is Azumane Asahi. I’m trying to return her call-”

“Azumane? Why does that name sound so familiar? Oh! Wait! Karasuno’s samurai, right?”

Asahi let out a nervous chuckle. “Yeah, that’s me. And you’re one of the Miya twins, right?”

“Guess which one, samurai. If you answer right, I’ll wake up sleeping beauty-”

“You’re Osamu.” Asahi wasn’t sure in the beginning but he was absolutely sure that this was the calmer twin. “I think your brother would have ended the call after knowing it was me.”

“Atsumu can be an ass sometimes but he means well. It’s just that… (Y/N) is more than just our manager to us. She’s our friend. We want her to be happy and from what I’ve seen you’ve been doing a good job at that. Especially what she did last night after you guys had your little talk.”

Asahi furrowed his brow. “What do you mean-”

“‘Samu? Who are you talking to with my phone?”

“In my defense-”

“You have no defense.” Asahi smirked at (Y/N)’s quick retort. He can only imagine what kind of expression she was wearing. He wondered if (Y/N) was the kind of person that loved her sleep. Was she an early bird or a night owl? “Hello? Asahi, is that you?”

Her voice sounded soft-spoken yet rushed, as if some cosmic misfortune might happen to prevent them from talking. Which to be fair wasn’t so far-fetched but hearing her voice once more made it all worth it.

“(Y/N)! Hey!” He cleared his throat, trying to sound somewhat calm. “I saw that I missed your call but I was asleep and-”

“That’s completely my bad, Asahi. I should have known better than to call you, especially on a day like today but I couldn’t help it.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I’m actually glad you called and thanks for the message you sent. It helped a lot.”

There was a sigh of relief before she spoke again. “I hoped it did. So how are you feeling?”

“Better than yesterday.” He confessed. “I don’t feel like I need stomach medicine before the match.” 

(Y/N) giggled and Asahi swore his heart stirred around his chest. “Well, that’s a good start. How is everyone else? Is everyone ready to play two matches today?”

His brain short-circuited. He couldn’t find the ability to talk till he heard (Y/N) call out his name. “Two matches? Isn’t it just one match?”

There was silence on the other end of the line and Asahi hoped he heard her wrong. He already had a small pit in his stomach going against Nekoma today but if what (Y/N) says is true then…

“I… I thought you already knew.”

“So today…”

“Sorry to be the bearer of bad news but that’s why they call day three of Nationals, Hell Day. The third round and the quarterfinals are going to be played today.”

“... I think I’m going to need that stomach medicine.”

“You can do this, Asahi. Believe in yourself.”

Asahi smiled to himself at her words. He hoped when the moment comes, he can share her confidence. He just hoped that moment was soon.

“I wish you were still here.” He admitted, wanting to let her know how he felt (at least somewhat). “You guys must be halfway back to Hyōgo.”

“Well… About that-”

“Everybody! Downstairs! We need to be there early to practice!” Coach Ukai’s authoritative voice filled the room before he left.

“Sounds like your coach is getting antsy.” 

Asahi laughed. “Tell me about it. I think he was up all night watching old Nekoma matches.”

“He’s not the only one. Nekoma’s libero is very skilled. So be careful with him even if you spike the ball past the blockers. Oh! Nekoma’s captain is going to be so annoying with his blocks but don’t get discouraged when you get blocked. Try to do some wipes or rebounds if you can. Wait! I have my notes in the other room. Don’t hang up!”

Asahi had his mouth open the whole time (Y/N) started giving out pointers. Did she do research on Nekoma prior to Nationals? She had to, right? Just in case Inarizaki played against Nekoma, right? Because there was no way she went through the effort of researching-

“She did it for you.” It was Osamu again. “Stayed up late last night. Watching Nekoma’s matches over and over again. Said she wanted to help your team but I think we both know she did it mainly for you.”

“I-I don’t… I swear I didn’t make her do that.” Asahi said earnestly.

“Course not. You’ll see soon enough (Y/N) is the type of person you’d want in your life. Shit, she’s coming back. See you later, samurai.”

“Later?” Asahi didn’t have time to question the twin’s words when he heard the phone being picked up.

“Hey, Asahi, are you still there?” (Y/N) asked.

“Yeah, I’m still here.”

‘With you.’

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CHAPTER EIGHT: the "not date" | pt. 1

main masterlist | now playing: Call It Fate, Call It Karma by The Strokes

[keijiii]

Hey, I’m here!

Where are you?

Um, the movie is about to start. Where are you?

hellooooooo?

is this thing on?

“Great.” You huffed, stuffing your phone back into your pocket. You were currently at the place Akaashi had told you he would meet you at. You hated to admit the number of times you’d gotten a notification, you’d secretly hope it was him. Instead, it was Tsukishima and Yamaguchi asking how your "date" was going.

It’s not a date.

You replied, checking the time again and frowning.

10:20

God, you had been stood up. You had been stood up by your “not date.” You peered over at the big bucket of popcorn you had stupidly purchased and stupidly hoped to share, stomping your way over to the nearest trash and dumping it. Your phone buzzed in your pocket at that moment, and without checking it, you tossed it, too.

You didn't process what you done until you heard it thud against the metal. "Shit."

“Y/n, what are you doing?” A voice spoke up from behind you.

It was Suna. And there Hana was, her hand interlocked with his while yours was elbow-deep in thrown-out food, drinks, and something squishy that you didn't want to ponder on for too long. It was a pathetic display, really. There was no way to play this off other than telling the truth.

“I, uh, dropped my phone.” Well, maybe not the whole truth.

There was no way of having a conversation right now while you were practically fishing through garbage. Nonetheless, the couple acted as if there was nothing weird about this interaction at all despite the concerned exchange of looks. “Suna and I came here to see the movie night. I didn’t know you liked this movie too.” Hana adjusted herself against Suna, leaning further into his side with a smile.

“I’ve always loved this movie. You even gifted the book to me for my birthday, remember?” There was a sudden lump in your throat after saying that. In the background, you heard gunshot come from the screen, and even though you weren't paying attention to the movie anymore, you knew.

Hana huffed out an awkward laugh, “Oh right, I must’ve forgotten.”

Bang!

Right in the heart.

“Well, it’s been a while so…” You put on your best reassuring smile before finally finding your phone and pulling it out with a faltered expression.

“Yeah.” She nodded along, mouth forming into a thin like she didn't know what else to say until, “Anyways, are you with someone or here by yourself?”

“By—”

“Y/n!”

The three of you turned to your left to see Akaashi sprinting at full speed, hair completely pulled back by the wind and his coat flailing behind him, one hand waving at you and the other occupied with something you couldn’t quite make out in the darkness. He halted to a stop, hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. His face was flushed when he peered at you, half exhausted and entirely apologetic. “I’m—sorr—y” Akaashi was doing his best to explain himself while also still trying to breathe the air back into his lungs. The most you could make out were “work,” “late,” “phone died,” “taxi asshole,” and “ran here,” so you pretty much got the gist of what happened.

He straightens, inhaling one last huff of air and exhaling. He extends the item you weren’t able to see earlier but now in good lighting you knew exactly what it was. The plastic crinkled as you took it. “I am so sorry. I ran into a flower cart while I was running here so I brought you—”

“Tulips.” You gasp softly, tracing a finger over the delicate pedals. “How did you know I liked these?”

“I told you I’d remember, didn’t I?”

Oh.

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parfum d'étoiles | k.akaashi

"you're the only friend i need - sharing beds like little kids, and laughing 'til our ribs get tired, but that will never be enough."

parfum d'étoiles is an old playlist made by two childhood friends who drifted apart ever so suddenly after a small misunderstanding at the end of high school. now, two years later, her tumultuous presence is intertwined with his once again, and although everything’s different, the two can’t help but miss what they used to be. they’re both lost in the comfort of the past and stuck between choosing each other or the future which awaits them. but everything has to change eventually, right?

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

trope; childhood friends to lovers

warnings; modern au, characters are alluded to be in university , miscommunication , angst , fluff , slightly suggestive , ooc , swearing , intoxication/alcohol. warnings will be displayed at the beginning of each chapter.

on hiatus until mid january😛

main playlist | akaashi's playlist | yn's playlist | moodboard

introductions; hysteric glamouristas | the miseducation of bokuakakurotsukkiken

track one; parfum d'étoiles

track two; sarah

track three; ARE WE STILL FRIENDS?

track four; show me how

track five; i know it's over

track six; pale september

track seven; a burning hill

track eight; girl song

track nine; but not kiss

track ten; i bet on losing dogs

track eleven; アラベスク （arabesque）

track twelve; bouquet

track thirteen; YEAH RIGHT

track fourteen; just like a woman

track fifteen; shadowboxer

interlude

track sixteen ; the thrill of loneliness

track seventeen; jonny

track eighteen; rose blood

track nineteen; ribs

track twenty; in a good way

track twenty one; lovesong

epilouge; moon river

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heads up!

kuroo’s got his priorities straight: make the battle at the garbage dump happen, win nationals, go to university, and maybe win the heart of the rival team’s cute manager along the way.

contains: kuroo x fem!karasuno manager!reader, sns/smau, comedy, fluff, angst, chronically online humour, swearing, sugar mommy jokes, mostly follows hq timeline but based in present day

taglist: open! [closing at chapter 20]

start date: dec 10, 2024

end date: tba

main masterlist | series tag

karasuno | nekoma

prologue

part one: country roads

part two: aw dang it :(

part three: i'll buy you big way

part four: two weeks notice

part five: oh that’s not-

part six: queen never cry

part seven: #KurooIsCancelledParty

part eight: nekoma from kuroo

part nine: i’m not crying you are

part ten: sprinting as we speak

part eleven: becoming parents

part twelve: takeda-sensei my goat

part thirteen: stay focused

part fourteen: midnight escape

part fifteen: caught something

part sixteen: fuck off yaku

part seventeen: three peas in a pod

part eighteen: bless your hearts

part nineteen: chat, am i cooked?

part twenty: your favourite manager duo

part twenty-one: interesting…

part twenty-two: MY BOYS

part twenty-three: let me cook

part twenty-four: i’m friends with idiots

part twenty-five: it’s a WHAT