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mr-telephoneman · 2 years ago

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Headcanons - How you meet | K.Bokuto

ଘ BUMPED SHOULDERS | Kōtarō Bokuto

ଘ he is my schnuckms

ଘ please don’t steal my work

It was after a game, Bokuto Kōtarō bumped into you on his way to the water fountain. You were surrounded by your friends as you looked up to him to apologies

Bokuto Kōtarō was entranced at the way your doe eyes bored into his owl-like ones, as if he were starting at an Angel. His heart beat quickened as he felt a ticklish feeling in his stomach as if butterflies were swarming in him.

Bokuto Kōtarō had returned to the gym with the dopiest smile on his face swinging side to side drunk on love. His teammates asked what he was on and he cheesily sighed “Love…”

Bokuto Kōtarō who can’t stop daydreaming about you after that (barely) exchange. What we’re you like? Did you like volleyball? Is that why you were coming from the gym? Did you watch him? Did you like how he played? Do you play? Did you think he looked attractive? Did he look attractive that day? What are you like in a relationship? Would you want to get into a relationship with him?

Bokuto Kōtarō who has mood swings just thinking about you even though you’ve barely met, he doesn’t even know your name. His team can’t keep up with his feelings. Just you alone by merely bumping into the dope, managed to throw him completely off his game. So when Akaashi suggested “Why don’t you just look for them?”

Bokuto Kōtarō became determined to find you again, thinking fate would bring the two of you together like red strings tied to both of your pinkies.

Bokuto Kōtarō who went through blood sweat and tears in order to find you again, searching from senior to junior halls, looking in different clubs even asking students passing by, giving a terrible description of you, if they know who you are. It was like you were apart of his imagination, a ghost in his head.

Bokuto Kōtarō who was depressed from not being able to find you, mindlessly scrolling on instagram to get rid of the plague infesting his mind that is you who bumped into him. You that he is going crazy over. You that he thinks about all day everyday. You that he doesn’t even know your name of yet somehow has always been on his mind. You that has an instagram art account. Wait… scrolling quickly up, a picture of you with a bright smile embracing your lips, with an artwork behind you as you hold an award in your hands. He recognised that bubbly feeling he recieved in his stomach and the quickening of his heart. It was definitely you.

Bokuto Kōtarō who scrolled endlessly on your instagram page just looking at pictures like you. He found out your hobbies, what you liked, what you disliked even. He also finally found your name.

Bokuto Kōtarō who keeps thinking about your name everyday, daydreaming about just two words alone. How he would cheesily write his name next to yours, they seemed to be a perfect match, a perfect pair. He would even replace your last name with his, see how it looks. He obviously quickly scratched it out, embarrassed that he is already thinking about the marriage stage whilst he is only in high school and hasn’t even talked to you yet.

Bokuto Kōtarō who, on the same day of his daydreams increasing after learning your name, bumps into a shoulder as he walked in the hallway. He looked to the person he bumped into apologising for his clumsiness, however those same doe eyes that had been driving him crazy looked back up at him. It was you again, you that’s always running on his mind, you that he thinks about everyday and every night loosing sleep, you that he gets constant mood swings about and being thrown off his game. It’s you.

Bokuto Kōtarō who has seemed to forget his words bubbling nonchalantly as a heat started to rise on his face. He tried to look at anything else so he didn’t look like a big doofus in your eyes. He looked down at your hands and noticed green’s and blue’s paint covering your hands which one was also holding two fresh new paintbrushes.

Bokuto Kōtarō who gets taken aback when he hears your voice once more, oh how sweet like honey your voice was, slowly going into his system. “You’re the person I bumped into at the volleyball game!” You state, eager that you recognised him from a month ago. Yet it was funny how you two meet once more with bumped shoulder. Bokuto calls it fate. He sees your face turn to different shades of red when he realised he said the cheesiest thing in the world out loud. (He is really trying :( )

Bokuto Kōtarō who practically melts when he hears your giggles at his words as you push a strand of your hair out of your face. He swears he saw you dressed in a white gown doing the exact same thing. Like is whole future just flashed before his eyes.

Bokuto Kōtarō who actually gets to have a converstation with you in the halls. He already knew you liked art but hearing it come from your lips was a whole other feeling. He tried to talk about anything else but volleyball with you, not wanting to get his special interest in the way of hearing you speak. Yet he couldn’t contain himself.

Bokuto Kōtarō who feels himself falling inlove all over again when he sees you actually engaged in his talk about his favourite sport and not just listening to it half hardly on getting annoyed. You were actually interested in his the sports he holds so dear to his heart.

Bokuto Kōtarō whose heart skips a beat when you ask to exchange phone numbers. He whipped his phone out so quick that if had a loose grip on it, it would’ve went flying. (Thankfully it didn’t).

Bokuto Kōtarō who keeps repeating the same story of how he managed to get your number over and over again to his team mates. They practically know the story off by heart, exact same words and phrases he used in his recount. Even poor Akaashi couldn’t escape from his upperclassmen’s blabbering. At this point practically the whole school has figured out that Bokuto is head over heels for the overachieving art student of Fukurodani.

Bokuto Kōtarō who gets all giddy like a middle school girl when he receives a text from you. He is practically jumping on his toes as his face is covered pink. The grip you had on the big dumb owl-like boy amazes his teammates. You bumped into him, twice and he souly believes the two of you are soulmates.

Bokuto Kōtarō who tries even harder than usual when he sees you on the benches watching him practise. The art club had been cancelled that day so you decided to watch him play. Every strike of the ball gets harder and harder as he tries his best to impress you. Yet you didn’t need him to try this hard in a practise game against his own team mates, you were already mesmerised by the way he plays.

Bokuto Kōtarō who wants to be in a relationship with, but literally has no clue how to pursue you. He practically has hearts in his eyes whenever he sees you but has no clue how to present his feelings. He doesn’t want to scare you away! (Even though Akaashi is guaranteed you know about Bokuto’s fat crush on you)

So when you took matters into your own hands and placed your feelings on the table. The way you poured your heart out to him, hearing you struggling with the same things he was on not knowing how to address these unspoken feelings, and not wanting to scare away the other party. How you rambled and rambled on about different feelings and emotions you felt. When you finally asked the godforsaken question “Would you like to go on a date with me?” Bokuto Kōtarō practically screamed

“YES!”

ଘ I went over the word limit on tumblr 💀🦅

ଘ I loved writing this tho as cheesy as it was :3

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mr-telephoneman · 2 years ago

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PETALS | Yachi Hitoka/Kiyoko Shimizu

ଘ PETALS | in which unrequited love leads to death

ଘ warning/s: mentions of blood, vomit and death

ଘ please don't steal my work

The first petal of pink laced with blood should've rang alarm bells through her brain. Yachi had heard of the infamous flower disease known as Hanahaki spreading amongst young people not confessing soon enough to their crushes but she didn't expect herself to receive the disease as well. Perhaps it was the way she looked at Yachi that cause her heart to quicken, or just the little things like being near each other caused Yachi to forget how to breath. Or the way Kiyoko Shimizu would just find comfort in Yachi being around her. However she didn't expect herself to fall in love with the Karasuno Goddess herself.

Yachi remembered the day she threw up vibrant yellow flower's known as daffodil's. It was in the school bathrooms immediately after Kiyoko told her about her crush on her under classmen Tanaka Ryūnosuke. It was the way Yachi felt her heart shutter as Kiyoko tugged a piece of her hair behind her ear blushing underneath her glasses explaining how she fell for such a person. It was the way Yachi kept listening to her friend talk about her feelings as Yachi practically choked on her own. It was the way she made up an excuse scrambling to the bathroom vomiting out blood stained daffodil petals. She remembered how after she washed her hands she went into a coughing fit and spat out a perfect flower. No loose petals or just the petals on its own. Just one vibrant yellow daffodil sitting in her palm standing strong, and for some reason she kept it. Not in a vas but hard-pressed until it was flat enough to fit in her notebook. She thought writing was the cure, surely it wasn't.

After the daffodil's were yellow carnations. The way they taunted Yachi reminding her of her failures, reminding her that Kiyoko will never love her the way she loves Kiyoko. The carnations appeared the same day Kiyoko announced her relationship with Tanaka to her. The way Kiyoko was practically glowing yet it wasn't Yachi's doing. She felt the flower bloom in her throat as Kiyoko rambled about her relationship to Yachi. The way her smile widened at every recount made Yachi's knees weak. Carnations were harder to spit out compared to daffodil's, they would get stuck in her throat the same way Yachi voicing her feelings towards Kiyoko would do the same.

Yachi never cared for the night sky, until she was lying in hospital looking out to it. It reminded her of Kiyoko's long hair, it made her knuckles whiten. Not only did she have flowers growing in her lungs but now the night sky teased her endlessly. Daytime never helped either because there Kiyoko was in all her glory next to Yachi's bed worried for her friend as she is bedridden and on the verge of death. Kiyoko's heart pinched for her friend possibly not being with her 'til they were old but Yachi's heart was on it's last beats whenever she saw Kiyoko's beautiful ocean eyes wrinkle in worry. She cut her beautiful blue hair off for Yachi's was falling off from how weak her body was. Yachi remembered the tears that came with it as she watched Kiyoko chop it all off in front of her. Yachi's heart panged greatly, why did Kiyoko have to be so good to her? Their were nights she wished she resented her, but oh how Yachi's love for her was as great as Houyi's love for Chang'e the Moon Goddess. She found herself relating to the Mid-Autumn Festival Chinese legend. How Houyi's lover accidentally drank the elixir causing her to be immortal and live on forever as his time will soon come up. It was similar to how Yachi's time was nearly up and the Pink Tulips would sprout from her lungs and staring back at her in her palms.

To most people death was a scary thing. For Yachi, she would rather die with a disease that would kill her from accidentally falling in love than loose her best friend for her stupid feelings. White flowers usually appear at weddings, yet here were white Lilium's in her toilet bowl staining with dark blood starring back up at her. The way the petals were blown so wide welcoming the warmth of death to take her away into forever slumber comforted her.

The idea she would never wake up again and have to suffer watching the one she fell so hard for walk down towards the alter with baby breaths bouquet together, walking towards someone that isn't Yachi Hitoka. In loving memory may her afterlife be as peaceful as the way the Lillium twirled out of her throat. The way the petals would dance in the wind.

ଘ I wrote this instead of doing my pdhpe assessment LMAO

ଘ ALSO if your cool like me you would realise the flowers Yachi coughs up have meanings behind them *giggles*

#kiyoko shimizu #haikyuu kiyoko #kiyoko x yachi #yachi hitoka #haikyuu yachi #angst #haikyuu #haikyuu angst #im silly #hanahaki #unrequited feelings #unrequited love #tanaka x kiyoko #i love angst #fanfic #one shot #hq angst #hq

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