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i think we all know my faves but ill tell you anyway - MIDORI AND ROMEO bc of my love of bickering as flirting, friends to lovers, and uptown girl/downtown boy type beat. they have such a beautiful and grounded dynamic and you know i love that slowburn. also KURIKO AND YUKI bc they balance each other so well, her joy to his calm, and its based off of such a sweet and solid friendship. i just love them so much 🤧 (also forbidden hajime oc x hajime whenever it arises im sure will also be my favorite for obvious reasons 😌)

listen none of these answers surprise me but it makes me happy all the same okay i love them so much sdklfjskldfjsl. (and hajime oc x hajime is coming. eventually. i promise they will klsdjfslk)

Tell me which OC couple(s) of mine you like most and maybe even why!

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ykw i personally think would be Fun. kuriko and yukis wedding. picture it with me bc i think everyone is having the Times of Their Lives.

i like to think yuki would propose on the rooftop where they first got together and he'd do it on new year's because they also got together on new year's. kuriko has absolutely no idea that it's coming which goes to show how oblivious she is since yuki told pretty much the whole team and kuroo kept smirking at her and lev had to physically keep himself from screaming and spilling the beans

kuriko tells everyone immediately. kenma answers his phone and immediately has to move it away from his ear because kuriko is SCREAMING

inuoka, lev, haruka, and laura are all part of the wedding party

it isn't a super expensive wedding, when kuriko tells nekomata that she and yuki are getting married (since she works at nekoma high at this point) and he suggests having the reception in their volleyball gym for the nostalgia and she gets so excited.

due to the amount of people attending the ceremony, they decide to have it outside so they don't exceed any seating capacities or anything, and i feel like it'd be a summer wedding too

speaking of the guests.............oh boy. the thing about kuriko is that she knows everyone and she loves everyone. everyone is her friend. everyone is invited this isn't a wedding it's a haikyuu cast reunion

*john mulaney voice* everyone i had ever met was there

so this is a mASSIVE celebration like yeah it's a wedding but more importantly it's a PARTY

yuki's a bit nervous since there are so many people but then he sees kuriko walking up the aisle (wearing this because she wanted a dress she could easily run in) and all of that just melts away

he also cries during the ceremony sdlkfjsdlkfjsdlk

there is the BIGGEST cheer when they kiss too omg

and then it's the reception where all hell breaks loose. like you have a whole bunch of athletes/former athletes in the middle of a high school gym what do you think is going to happen. like yeah it's decorated to the nines but it's still a gym

"kageyama throw me a toss!" "DUMBASS THIS IS A WEDDING"

i need you to imagine bokuto and kuroo getting drunk as hell and tormenting tsukki because i think it's funny

kuriko dances with absolutely everyone, she barely takes a rest from the dancefloor, and when she does she's talking to guests and making sure they're having a good time and catching up with them. yuki joins her sometimes, and other times he's happy just to watch her

the party goes well into the night and i feel bad for the school cleaners because it is a MESS in there. cups and streamers everywhere. there are smudges on the floor from where the cake toppled over. tora is unconscious on the floor. it's like a hurricane blew through the gym (a hurricane DID blow through there and it's name is kuriko)

but after it's all over and it's just the two of them, they're so soft ok. they fall asleep on each other in the backseat of the car sdlkfjsdlkfj

send me a ship of mine and i’ll talk about their wedding

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1 for kuriko (that's right im coming for my faves 🥰❤)

them with their s/o’s.

i'm so glad you sent this because i've wanted to write it for a while. it got a bit long though i am so sorry.

The cold winter air sends a chill across Kuriko's skin despite the several layers she's wearing, scarf wrapped around her neck and draped across her legs, which she tucks beneath her chin. Around the corner is the laughter of her friends, and while she can't see them, she knows they're leaning over the edge of the rooftop as they wait for the New Year fireworks to commence. She's supposed to be there with them, but her mind is elsewhere. Her heart isn't in it tonight.

"There you are, I was worried."

Yuki's voice has her instinctively holding her legs tighter. She doesn't like being in a bad mood, but she absolutely hates showing those feelings to others. Stewing in it herself and forcing herself to get over it so she can go back to being confident and happy around others is how she prefers to do things.

And of all people, it had to be Shibayama.

She must take too long to answer as she hears noise against the wall and a warm presence presses lightly against her left side. It takes everything in her not to lean into it.

"What's wrong?"

His voice is soft and so full of understanding that any protests become stuck in her throat, lodged there and forced down by his tone. She lifts her head, but only slightly, and she still doesn't look at him. She can already feel those beautiful eyes staring at her, so full of understanding, and she has to maintain at least some of her composure.

In the end, she says, "What am I supposed to do after graduation?"

They're third years now, almost three years since they first met, and it's gone by in a blink of an eye. She thought they had more time. She thought her days of afternoon soccer practice and cheering for her brother's team (though she supposes it hasn't been his team in almost a year now) in the stands would last longer. Now the next step in her life is rapidly approaching and honestly? She's scared.

"Whatever you want," Yuki says, and he says it with such ease that she's almost jealous.

"And if I don't know what I want?"

The brush of fingertips against the back of her hand is so light she may have imagined it. "Then that's okay, too. You don't have to know."

"Not according to our teachers."

"They can be a bit forceful, can't they? At least I know coach has my back with the whole keeping up with volleyball thing."

Despite her inner turmoil, she smiles. She'd been so proud when he'd proclaimed, nervous but firm, that he would be attending university and aiming to enter a divisional volleyball team. He can achieve it. She knows he can.

"I think everyone expects me to play soccer professionally," she says, and it's the first time she's ever even implied that it isn't what she plans to do.

"And you don't want to?"

She shakes her head. "I love soccer. I love when I score a goal and the dynamic with my team and the feeling of winning, but... I don't know, whenever I try and picture it, it doesn't seem right. And then people doubt that I can get into university just because I'm always so focused on the team, so maybe that isn't the right path for me either."

"Hey, hey." The fingertips against her skin return, but this time there are two entire hands holding the one closest to him, and she turns to him on instinct. His gaze is earnest and true. "If you want to go to university, you can. You can do it. You're taking the entrance exams, right?"

"Yeah. I haven't actually told anyone else, though. Except my homeroom teacher."

"Not even Kenma and Kuroo?"

"Nope. Kuroo's asked, but I keep changing the subject. The two of them have noticed it and they haven't asked, but Kenma keeps looking at me in that way. Like, you know when he just stares at you and he's perceiving you? But he doesn't say anything."

There is a weariness to Yuki's expression. "Oh, I know it. He did that whenever he was using me in his newest strategy."

She manages a flicker of a smile, but she can't maintain it when she speaks again. "And even if I get into university, what would I do? Where would I go from there? What would I study?"

"Well, what do you like?"

"Soccer," is her instant answer, but then she thinks on it a bit more. "It's not just that, though. I've been at my happiest when being with my team and meeting teams from other schools and the friendly rivalries and when you guys have come to support me, and when I would watch your games, too. It's more than just the sport itself."

He hums, not looking up from their joined hands. He's playing with her fingers now. It feels nice. "Maybe you could be a school soccer coach? Or maybe even a P.E. teacher."

She pauses. A teacher? She'd never even considered it, assuming teachers had to be smart and strict and everything she isn't, but then she thinks about it. Encouraging children to participate in what she loves, teaching them at the same time, experiencing their wins and losses with them. Why has she never thought about that before.

A surge of energy passing through her, she rips her hand from his only to launch herself at him, arms around his neck as she pulls him into a hug. "You're a genius! Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

His movements are more hesitant than hers, his arms slowly winding their way behind her back as he allows the hug to happen. "You don't have to thank me. I'm happy to help."

"Please, I would have been lost without you." She pulls back but continues to hold on, their faces a few inches apart (and isn't that a bad idea, her heartbeat reminds her, and her face warms despite the cold air) as she grins at him. "And who knows, we might end up going to university in the same city!"

Yuki's features are soft as he takes her in. She has a brilliant view of his eyes from here, and there is happiness in them, but also something else can't recognize. She doesn't have time to dwell on it when he speaks again.

"And, um, even if we don't," he starts, averting his gaze, "I'd still like to be part of your life and stuff. Just as much as I am now."

She laughs. "Of course you will be, silly." She pokes his arm. "I'm not about to let you go that easily. We're friends!"

The hands on her back tense momentarily. "Yeah, of course, but... You see... I, uh... Nevermind."

"No, no, no!" She tilts her head when he tries to move his. "You're overthinking it. Don't do that. Don't think at all if that's what it takes. Just... do or say what feels right. From the soul."

She says it dramatically, intending to be funny and lighten the tension of his mind, even if she does mean her words. What she doesn't expect is his expression to change, morphing from surprised to determined in a matter of seconds. His eyes bore into hers and she can see herself in them. The image distracts her long enough for her not to notice either of them moving closer.

Then his lips are on hers and all of her thoughts scatter.

(Maybe not all of them. She thinks that he's softer than she'd imagined and that she still has reservations about her future, but knows without a doubt that she could do this for a long, long time.)

When he pulls back, she's warm all over, the winter wind no longer affecting her. His determination has disappeared, an overwhelming look of concern replacing it instead.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have --"

She holds him tighter. "No, you should have. You definitely should have."

She's the one to kiss him this time, and when she does, it's to the sound of fireworks lighting up the sky and her friends cheering from around the corner. Exclamations of Happy New Year are lost on her as she blocks it all out.

Happy New Year, indeed.

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'An accidental kiss on the lips' for your current fav couple.

Kuriko enters the gym as she usually does: loudly and with fanfare. Her shoes scuff the wooden floor as she leaps in with an energetic, “Hellooooo!” that most in the building are used to by now. Several members of the volleyball team lift their heads and wave (Kenma ignores her completely, the meanie) and she eagerly waves back.

“Koko!”

The nickname is one she’s become familiar with in the recent months and she beams at Lev, waving her arms energetically as she starts towards him. “Lev!”

Yaku, who is giving Lev the stink-eye after Kuriko’s presence has distracted him from drills, says, “You two saw each other in class several hours ago, stop acting like it’s been years!”

This, of course, only causes Kuriko to up the dramatics. “Oh, Lev, my beloved! How I have missed thee!”

Arms lifted in preparation for a hug, she starts dashing towards her best friend, not for the first time forgetting just how fast she is and just how many people are in the gym at this current moment. Her brain doesn’t register a ball bouncing in her direction and the cry of, “I’ll get it!” from nearby. What she does see is Lev’s eyes widening and his mouth opening, but any warning he’s about to deliver arrives too late, and she runs into something hard with a yelp.

The floor rushes up to meet her, but something sturdy wraps around her before it can, and she’s flipped over so she lands on something -- or someone -- else. This, however, leaves her facing a new problem: the soft touch of lips against hers and the wide eyes of the person beneath her. She’s sure her expression mirrors his.

Always quick to act, she leaps back, knees hitting the floor as the arms that held her protectively loosen and drop. Heat rushes to her cheeks and she’s sure they’re as red as Shibayama’s are. He blinks at her from his spot on the floor, laying still, as though any sudden movements will make the situation worse.

“Sorry! I’m sorry, I should’ve watched where I was going!” A nervous laugh escapes her and she tries for her usual smile, though she’s sure the embarrassment is written all over her face. “Are you okay?”

“No -- I mean, yes! Yes, I’m okay, but I should’ve watched where I was going,” he says, then clears his throat.

“As adorable as this is, can we have our junior libero back, Kuri-Kuri?”

The new voice has Kuriko’s head shooting up, cheeks puffed out. Kuroo’s smug grin is exactly what she expected, but that doesn’t mean she’s happy about it, and she launches herself off the ground in his direction. She reaches for his face, but when he pushes her head down, she changes tactics, swinging around to jump on his shoulders instead.

“Shut up!”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“You were thinking it, you meanie --”

If Kuriko was paying more attention, she would see the way Shibayama slowly lifts himself off the floor and, out of view from the rest of the team, gently touches his lips in wonder.

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💕 for kuriko 👁👄👁

kuriko smells freshly mowed grass (she loves playing on soccer fields that smell like that), omurice (shibayama's favourite food that reminds her of him), and winter night air (specific to a headcanon i have for the two of them).

Send me a 💕 + an OC, and I’ll tell you what the Amortentia potion would smell like to them.