#BE WARNED THAT DAICHI IS VERY DIFFERENT FROM HIS ACTUAL DESIGN BUT

[kaedeakamatsu]

sometimes a family is four oc’s and their three shiba inus

[yoichichi]

How They Cuddle

karasuno x reader

warning(s): none ! :)

a/n: some sweet luv for the hq boys :) I’m planning on doing a part for the other fandoms I write for too - aot, bnha, & jjk - as well as the rest of the hq teams/characters - so keep an eye out if you’d like! And as always I love interacting w you guys :) feel free to leave comments/flood my inbox :D!

characters: daichi, asahi, sugawara, nishinoya, tanaka, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kageyama, hinata, yachi, & kiyoko

Daichi

He’s a hugger for sure! If you’re on your phone, or reading, or doing anything before bed he’s snuggling up behind you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch what you’re doing - he’s nosey like that. Anyways, being the big spoon is a very convenient cuddling position for that, and he gets to wrap you up and hold you close <3

Through the night though he slowly scoots down off his pillow in his sleep, so when you wake up his face is nuzzled into the middle of your upper back with his arms still squeezing around your midsection so tight you know you’d have to wake him up to get him to let go 😭 he’s also for sure a light snorer, but it’s ok he makes up for it by being cute or whtv 🙄

Asahi

Another spooner! He’s not particularly bias to being the big or little spoon but he just can’t face you 😭

There’s a few reasons: 1) it makes him freak out and it’s like he can feel your eyes on him even if they’re closed. He’ll be constantly peeking one eye open to look at your face and he’s half scared he’s gonna open them and you’re gonna be staring at him like 👁👁 LMAO

2) the breath on his face tickles too much and will eventually start to irritate him and he gets pouty cause it makes it tough to sleep

And 3) what if he’s making a weird face in his sleep and you wake up to see it 😭

So spooning for the win it is

Sugawara

I don’t think he’d be a big fan of being held, it makes him feel too claustrophobic and he’d feel kinda bad moving you off of him if he had to use the bathroom in the middle of the night :( I also think he tosses n turns a bit while sleeping so holding him wouldn’t be the best option anyways, however!

He likes touching/lightly intertwining legs - one reason is because you can kind of get away with it from any angle but still find a comfortable position that suits you, the other reason is because his feet get cold in the middle of the night and this is the easiest way to steal your warmth

Nishinoya

Ok ok, so I know it’s cliche - but I do think he’s a teensy bit too excited for bedtime cuddles! Not in a restless way, he’s just too excited with the act of actually cuddling you, like every time. Day cuddles are different! When the two of you have some alone time and he’s snuggled up with you on the couch, leaving a bunch of kisses (his favorite are Eskimo kisses), periodically grabbing your face so your lips pucker and leaving a dramatic kiss there after he talks about how cute you are (“oh my god you’re so adorable I could crush you ☹️🥺”), and then squeezing you so tight sometimes your back even cracks, it’s fine! You’re not trying to sleep so it’s just sweet Noya doting on you - but you can see how this would be a problem when y’all are tryna get some shut eye 😭

Solution: back to back, but touching so you can still feel each other’s closeness <3, bonus: every time Noya becomes aware your guys’ butts are touching he giggles and wiggles a little until you remind him it’s time to sleep 😭

Tanaka

Ok but he needs to have a hand on your ass and not even in a sexual way 😪🤚���� he just grabs on naturally or rests his hand there and sometimes lovingly pats it when he kisses your cheek before either going back to falling asleep or being on his phone or smth :)

He also loves burying his face in your neck, it just feels so soothing to him and he also finds your smell so relaxing and makes him feel all warm inside! Like when he sees you after a long day he loves wrapping you up in a big hug and leaving kisses in the crook of your neck and burying his face there cause he just missed you sm <3

Yamaguchi

Very much like Hinata he also adores being intertwined with you!! He finds it particularly comforting with your face buried in his chest or neck while he has his legs wrapped up with yours. He thinks it’s the best position to lean down and press a kiss to the top of your head (his favorite kind of sweet kiss), which he always does right before he feels himself drifting off to sleep.

He also likes rubbing your back/neck this way until you fall asleep, or while you talk about anything you wanna talk about. Waking up this way is also his favorite, and if you guys have moved in your sleep, you bet he’s pulling you back into a hug. He periodically squeezes you in his arms, leaves feather light kisses to your shoulder, runs his hands up and down your back, sure you probably won’t be asleep for much longer now with all this movement, but he just can’t help it with how sweet you look sleeping! Don’t worry though he’ll keep up the soothing while you wake up and talk about your dreams and what you want for breakfast :)!

Tsukishima

Not much of a cuddly guy throughout the day but when bedtime rolls around you bet your ass he’s expecting some kind of physical affection. His favorite is when he lays on his back with his arm out so you can nuzzle into his side, and once you’re all comfortable he wraps said arm around you to pull you in close.

Your favorite is when he runs his hand up and down your side or draws little designs with his fingers on any exposed skin. His favorite is when you bring your face up to rest in the crook of his neck or rest your head on his chest, any light kisses you leave or the breath that puffs out of you and hits his neck every now and then never fails to give him goosebumps and make him blush.

Kageyama

I don’t think he’s particularly ~stiff cuddling with you but I definitely think it’s not his forte when it comes to bed time! He just finds a comfortable spot - usually on his side or back - and that’s that! He’s found it and is gonna be out in approximately 2 minutes, but he does love feeling you in bed next to him :(

A good compromise he’s decided is reaching his hand out next to him him so he can hold onto your hand while he sleeps, or being the little spoon! It actually feels super comforting to him to feel you all cuddled up to his back and keeping him warm no matter if you’re bigger or smaller than him <3 he also loves the way he has to pry your arms off of him when he has to get up in those early mornings, or the way he feels your face squish up against his back sometimes, he just loves you.

Hinata

He definitely gets hot in his sleep but he love love loves cuddling with you, so you’ll always start off wrapped up in each other somehow. Usually face to face with your legs intertwined cause he thinks talking to each other about any and everything is a good way to wind down before bed - and I mean anything. Sometimes it’s just him asking you odd questions he’s been thinking about recently before one of you remembers you can google it

But no matter how you two fall asleep at first, you always wake up clinging onto his sprawled out body (probably because he’s kicked the blanket onto the floor and you got chilly in your sleep) or far away from him with all the blanket to yourself as he peacefully snores beside you <3

Yachi

Play with her hair and she’s KNOCKED 100%! She also loves either holding you or being held, but there’s got to be SOME kind of holding going on for her heart to feel full <333

She’s also the queen of surprise hugs from behind once you’ve been together for a fair bit and she feels more comfy being publicly affectionate with you! And if you do the same to her it never fails to make her smile or cover her face cause she’s blushing from surprise

“(Y/n)!! You startled me!” And now you have a very excited & giggly gf 😽😽

Kiyoko

I personally see her as a pretty religious back sleeper so the most ideal position is you in her side or you laying between her legs while she holds you and your head is resting on her chest. PERSONALLY she prefers the second one but she leaves it up to you <3

She just thinks it’s most ideal how she could reach down and trace her fingers lightly on the side of your face; or play with your hair if she’s able to; or rub your neck, back, and shoulders to ease any stress from your day. She’s a big giver of private affection and thinks it’s so cute when you’re so tuckered out you she wakes up with a little drool on her shirt. Not to mention your weight and warmth is super comforting to her ! And even if she wouldn’t admit it, she likes being able to use not wanting to move and wake you as an excuse to get 5 more minutes of you cuddling with her.

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Ahhhh hehehehe I hope you like and comments and all that jazz are always appreciated!! Big smooches :)

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[jjuzoir]

Random Kageyama Tobio HCS

Word Count: 1851

Warnings: just... me being in love with a m*n other than masumi 😔 also! these are my headcanons as in,,, what i personally i think he’d be like ‼️ also me projecting my ideal man into him (as if he wasn’t it already 😋)

A/N: i... i love tobio so much it’s literally unreal... i couldn’t wait for a request (i’m still working on the remaining 4 too lolol) so take me projecting my love for tobio >:(

— Kageyama normally wears loose fitting clothes or athletic-style clothing. His favorite go to outfits tends to be a loose tee, some loose pants with an obnoxious Nike logo he swears are super cool but look like two garbage bags sewed together, and running shoes. Throw a hoodie in there for colder weather, even then he still manages to look good.

— He takes very good care of his hair, like freaky good care, because of Miwa. Once she enrolled in cosmetology school and she saw Kageyama use the same baby shampoo from when they were kids she freaked out (if she’d been any later he’d start using 3-in-1) and chewed his ear off about hair care. His hair is super shiny and there’s literally no freeze, he uses nice smelling shampoo and conditioner too. Ugh, I love him.

— He has a very sensitive nose but it gets clogged easily so he doesn’t notice much unless it miraculously unclogs itself and he’s complaining about everything.

— “Eh! Hinata, why’d you smell like a fucking axe bottle?!” “Why does no one say anything about Tsukishima smelling like strawberries?” “Yamaguchi smells like... milk.” “Hah?! Sugawara smells bad-?!”

— He says he’s a picky eater to appear cool but as long as you don’t say what’s in the food he’ll down it. He’ll say he doesn’t like carrots but if you give him a salad with carrots he might even say “it’s the best salad he’s ever had”.

— He’s a hot sleeper, and not in the “oh he’s sexy” type of way. I’m talking, he’ll sweat buckets if he sleeps with anything other than a flimsy white t-shirt and his underwear.

— Might be me projecting my love for bunny teeth but he has bunny teeth, his front teeth are a bit bigger than average (not to the point it’s super noticeable but it’s still something Miwa teased him about), his aunties probably squeezed his cheeks and called him “baby bunny” when he was younger.

— He doesn’t go to sleep later than 9PM, he thinks if he does it’ll ruin his schedule (which it will) and fuck up his body - he’s seen Miwa screw up hers after she pulled a bunch of all nighters in her third year in high school and has been afraid since.

— The type to forget people were coming over and come out of his room shirtless asking for his clean underwear.

— His sister forced him to let her cut and style his hair which led to many questionable hairstyles. Tsukishima is genuinely so grateful to Miwa, especially when she was first starting - he’s got some pictures of Tobio with the shortest most embarrassing bangs ever saved in his phone in a file for blackmail if the need for it ever presented itself.

— Likes pissing people off on purpose sometimes, during one of the training camps he probably walked into the bath with socks on and was made fun of but out of spite he just… never took them off. Said he’d done it on purpose and all too. Tanaka cried out of fear for like a hot minute when he saw him standing under the shower with Iron Man socks on.

— He’s so petty too, if you make fun of him for messing up he’ll remember until you embarrass yourself to make fun of you. And when I say he remembers, I mean it - he can’t for his life remember when to use make and do in english but he remembers when Hinata made fun of him for wearing different socks back on their first year and yes he will bring it up on their second year when he did the same thing what are you going to do about it?

— Probably got scouted for a modeling agency once and began running away because he thought they were trying to kidnap him.

— If he had Tiktok… he would’ve gone viral after posting a video of him practicing, he posted for a while for fun and to flex on people that he was hot but then he saw a comment saying they wanted to drink his milk under a video of him drinking milk and he deleted his account, he can’t buy from that brand for a while.

— He’s got a video of a gorilla walking in two legs saved on his phone for when he’s feeling down and watches it whenever he’s not going well. People think he’s texting his S/O but no, he’s just watching a gorilla walk like minecraft Steve.

— He can’t pose for pictures to save his life, his default pose is an NPC stance with his arms stiffly hanging down and his eyes wide in surprise, don’t ask him to smile or else he will look like a serial killer.

— He’s got a bit of baby fat on his cheeks that won’t disappear no matter what. It’s become a pre-game ritual to pinch his cheeks. He’s also got dimples you can really only see when he smiles naturally but he doesn’t know and he’d get shy if he knew and try covering his face so don’t tell him, that’s a fact he told me so himself.

— Cannot dance to save his life. He’s so long (?) his limb control is non-existent, it appears in game and vanishes when he steps out of the court. He really just bounces on his heels and moves his arms like a t-rex, don’t ask more of him.

— Buys his clothes one size bigger just in case and Miwa teases him saying he’ll need them when he gets old and fat.

— Gets asked out often but always rejects, then has the audacity to complain he’s never dated anyone like he hasn’t turned down half of the school's population.

— Can’t sing. He’s got a nice speaking voice but ask him to sing and he’s out of tone, out of sync, out of breath, and out of the room in 5 seconds.

— Sugawara joked about having him singing as his alarm clock and Kageyama actually believed him, probably sent him a new recording as a gift after he annoyed him during practice.

— Surprisingly funny when he wants to but most jokes fly over people’s heads since he seems so serious most of the time, it annoys him to no end. Yachi still struggles differentiating when he is and isn’t joking because his tone literally doesn’t change at all and she doesn’t want to offend him.

— When he was younger he liked to collect rocks, not even the pretty ones he’d pick the most average, raggedy rocks off the ground and clean them up and tuck them to bed because he saw Miwa play with her barbies like that. Still owns his first rock, he named it “Johnson” after Dwayne Johnson, aka the rock (he’s had to explain it so many times he’s exhausted).

— Accidentally drank expired milk once and didn’t notice until his stomach began hurting and he thought he became lactose intolerant and he was inconsolable for days until he realized it had expired like a month ago - he went on a milk shopping spree and the milk sales that week saw a 20% rise from the last few months.

— Tobio had bad handwriting until he was in Junior High because his teachers couldn’t understand him and had him practice calligraphy, his handwriting is now one of the prettiest ones in the team and he’s the official inker of the VBC posters (as designated by Goddess Yachi Hitoka herself).

— His biggest fear for a long time was getting eaten by piranhas because he saw it happen so often in cartoon shows he genuinely thought it was going to be a bigger deal than it turned out to be but for like a solid 6 years of his life he avoided suspicions puddles just in case.

— Kageyama has a habit of rolling and unrolling his sleeves when he’s deep in thought, it soon made way to a habit of checking his wrist watch (he absolutely has a wrist watch, you cannot change my mind on that) but not actually reading it.

— His nails are very pretty, like most setters, he takes very good care of them. They’re filed down to a perfect length and he puts oils and creams, his hands in general are so nice. He takes a lot of pride in them, you know his cuticles are pushed back and trimmed and he could absolutely be a hand model. Kags’ hands are calloused, he’s a volleyball player of course they are, but it’s not to the extent of Ushijima or Daichi’s hands.

— Talking about hands, it’s probably one of his favorite features on people. He loves holding hands with his S/O and tracing the wrinkles in their palm, being able to interlock fingers with them and feel the bumps in them.

— Mumbles to himself when in thought too! Very nonsensical if you’re not informed on what he’s thinking about, if he’s thinking about you he’ll mumble your name or something like “pretty eyes”.

— Has a very healthy diet, like extremely healthy and thought out. He won’t eat anything too sugary or that could throw off his body, but he does have cheat days (which are rare but exist). He also doesn’t drink much soda or alcohol (once he’s of age).

— Things like smoking are a big no, he takes so much care of his body he wouldn’t even touch a cigarette or be near a smoking area, lowkey paranoid of ingesting the smoke too.

— When he’s older I can see him having a dog and a cat, the dog would be a big dog; if they stood on two paws it’d be the same height as you, he’d name or something like Tobias and think he was super clever and funny, the cat would probably a small cat he’d name Milk (it probably would be a black cat too but he does not care).

— Probably tried baby formula because he heard it was a substitute for breast milk. No further comments on this.

— I feel like he doesn’t listen to music, but if he had to choose something he’d pick instrumental music - not orchestral music or anything like that - but more of a chill, no deep meaning just guitar and piano track. I could see him listening to Shego Sekito or Joe Hisashi on occasion, he might even listen to some 2000’s pop if he wants something to pump him up during training (he works out to Brittney Spears’ “Womanizer”).

— A cuddle-bug when he’s sleepy, he’ll throw himself across his S/O and not move at all, he just wants to stay there and not move ever again (or at least until he’s not feeling like passing out). He’ll like to wrap himself around them and cuddle their neck, he’ll attach himself to their arm like it’s a lifeline.

— In other words, Kageyama Tobio… b-boyfriend material.

[tetsvya]

❛ pumpkin guts war! ❜

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷  nothing ever seems to go smoothly when you’re surrounded by your favorite group of people, so why would you think pumpkin carving would be any different?

➼ pairing! karasuno vbc x manager!reader, a little ennoshita bias bc i adore him <3

➼ warnings! none

➼ type! fluff, reader is in their second year, takes place in october 

➼ author’s note! hi! this is my first time posting on tumblr and first time writing for hq so i hope this goes okay. i apologize beforehand if there are any mistakes or the characters are ooc, i'm trying to get the hang of them. anyways, this is a halloween inspired fic and i'm hoping to post some about some of the other schools as well! i'll probably link them at the end of this post if i can! anyways, happy halloween, stay safe, and enjoy this little treat! <3

It was very rare that the Volleyball Club had a day off, and it was even rarer when one of those days were dedicated to a team bonding activity. But it had been a rather long time since you guys had last had one, so with a little planning from you, Kiyoko, and Yachi, it was decided that the VBC would spend a few hours together, and instead of tossing a ball back and forth, it'd be spent carving pumpkins. That's how you found yourself where you are now, sitting on a tarp in one of the school's empty soccer fields, Ennoshita to the right of you and Tanaka to the left of you, Noya besides him, Narita across from you, and Kinoshita besides him. The third and first years were in similar circles on their own tarps a few feet away from you guys.

"Noya-San, what are you carving?" Hinata called from where he sat beside Kageyama, eyes only for the hyperactive second year. Noya shrugged nonchalantly, a cocky smirk turning up the corners of his lips as he cradled his pumpkin to his chest.

"It's a surprise, obviously!"

"Oh!" Hinata's eyes lit up at the prospect and, he too, pulled his own pumpkin tight against his chest as to shield it from anyone's searching eyes, "Mine will be one too, then!"

"Idiot!" Kageyama called from his spot beside Hinata, narrowing his eyes at the boy, "You're probably carving a volleyball!"

Hinata's cheeks grew red at Kageyama's words but that didn't stop the shorter boy from scowling at him, "Am not!"

The two began to bicker back and forth and you turned your attention away from them with a smile, averting your attention back to your own pumpkin that rested in your lap.

"He was so going to carve a volleyball" Ennoshita leaned in to whisper to you. You turned to him, laughing with a nod, and Ennoshita couldn't help but join in.

"What about you, Ennoshita?" You asked, leaning closer to peer at his pumpkin. While he hadn't got to actually carving the pumpkin yet, he had sketched a face onto the surface of it. A smile broke out on your face at the cute design, and you looked up to meet his eyes, "It's cute, Chika-Chan!"

Ennoshita felt his cheeks warm up at the sight of your bright smile, but he brushed it off with a laugh, leaning into you to peer over your shoulder. You moved quickly, though, jerking your pumpkin out of his sight before he could take a glance at it. Ennoshita's eyebrows shot up at your sudden movements, "What? I can't see your pumpkin?"

You shook your head, clutching it tighter to you when he tried to take another glance, "No! You have to wait until it's done!"

"Fine" The boy sighed, rolling his eyes at you as he leaned back, picking up a carving knife as he got to work on carving out the face of his pumpkin. You watched him for a moment longer, before glancing back at your own pumpkin. You picked up a marker, popping off the cap before bringing it up to your pumpkin. Unbeknownst to you, Ennoshita glanced at you from the corner of his eyes, smiling to himself when he saw the concentrated look on your face. Your eyebrows were knitted together in concentration, and the tip of your tongue was poking out between your lips. The boy felt a nudge against his shoulder, and he glanced at Kinoshita who was sitting beside him. His fellow second-year winked at him with a knowing smile. Ennoshita rolled his eyes, but he couldn't stop the blush from blossoming on his cheeks. Kinoshita let it go, turning back to his pumpkin with a smug smile. The next few moments were relatively calm. The low chatter coming from the others and your quiet hum that only the second years surrounding you could hear. The boys finished far before you, and the only time you looked up from your pumpkin was so you could look at their finished products. You complimented each and every one, and they all accepted your praise with a proud smile. They, in return, waited rather impatiently for you to finish your own carving.

"Done!" You called out finally, a bright smile on your face as you turned around your pumpkin to show the waiting second years.

"Wow!" Narita spoke first, eyes twinkling as he looked at your pumpkin, "It's really good!"

"Thanks!" You beamed as the others nodded along to their friend's words.

"Yeah, it looks gr—" Noya was cut short as Hinata and Kageyama's bickering grew louder and louder. Your eyes were instantly drawn to where all the first years sat, raising an eyebrow as you wondered just what they were fighting about now. The two continued to argue back and forth, and Tsukki regarded them with a bored stare as Yamaguchi stifled his laughs behind his hand. Yachi could only stare at the two hopelessly. You couldn't quite make out their words, but you figured Kageyama said something that really ticked off Hinata, if the orange-haired boy's next action was any indication.

It was as if time slowed down as Hinata reached down, scooping up some of the pumpkin guts that he had tossed into a bowl earlier. He pulled his hand back, and before you could even try and tell him not to, he flung his hand forward, the mess of orange pulp and pumpkin seeds flying through the air, heading straight for Kageyama. The setter had the foresight to duck down, however. You let out a breath of relief, tense shoulders dropping forward. However, that relief was short-lived when you realized just where the glop of pumpkin guts was heading now.

Daichi's laugh was cut short as the glob of pumpkin insides landed right on his head. He blinked once, twice, three times. Everyone seemingly held their breath, eyes wide as they stared at their captain. Daichi opened his mouth to say something, but promptly shut it when he felt the glop slowly began to droop down his head, inching lower and lower until it finally slipped off his head and landed in his lap with a quiet splat.

You could practically see the anger grow in Daichi's eyes and you made a mental promise to Hinata that you'd stop Noya from photoshopping him into some of those fake clouds because you were sure if Daichi didn't kill the boy himself, Hinata would die of utter fear and embarrassment. May he rest in peace.

When Daichi opened his mouth once more, you had half the mind to shut your eyes and cower away, not really wanting to see the captain's angry outburst, but before he could even utter a word, a boisterous and hysterical laugh broke through the tense atmosphere. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the source of the sound, and when you peered over Ennoshita's shoulder, your eyes landed on Suga. He was clutching his stomach, head thrown back as he laughed and laughed and laughed. You couldn't help but feel your lips twitch up at the sight, and Daichi turned to his best friend with narrowed eyes. He reached out, scooping up the pumpkin pulp that sat in his lap before launching it at the grey-haired boy. Suga's laugh was effectively cut short as the pumpkin guts hit him right in the nose. His mouth dropped open in shock before, he too, flung it right back at Daichi. Some of it hit the captain's shoulder, but the majority of it splattered against Asahi's chest. That was when all hell broke loose.

"Pumpkin guts war!" Noya rose to his feet, pumping his fist into the air before throwing the goop that he held in his other hand straight at Tanaka. The short-haired male gasped, narrowing his eyes at his chaotic counterpart before throwing an even bigger glob at Noya. Noya's eyes hardened before he grabbed his bowl full of pumpkin insides, throwing its contents in Tanaka's direction. The boy ducked, however, and instead, both you and Ennoshita were hit. Tanaka and Kinoshita promptly burst into a fit of laughs, clutching their stomachs as you and Ennoshita shared a look, a mental conversation being spoken between the two of you. You both then averted your attention back to Noya, who's own laughter stopped instantly.

Noya's eyes widened under the heat of both your's and Ennoshita's angry glares. He held his hands up in surrender as he scrambled back, "Uh, wait guys! I'm sorry, I didn't m—"

The boy was cut short as you dove at him, tackling him to the ground, "Now, Chika!"

Ennoshita picked up his own bowl of pumpkin guts before jogging over to where Noya was struggling from under you, smiling devilishly before spilling its contents all over Noya. You giggled, taking Ennoshita's hand as he held it out to you. He hoisted you back up to your feet, and the two of you dashed away from the angry libero who chased after the two of you. The war between the three of you raged on for a few minutes, with Tanka and Kinoshita joining in as well until the boys were eventually drawn into a fight against the first years. You took the moment to catch your breath, laughing to yourself as Hinata was struck right in the face by Tanaka. From the corner of your eye, you noticed someone standing a few feet away from you, and they were far too clean for your liking.

"Oi, Narita!" You called out sweetly, and the boy visibly blanched, tensing up at the sound of your voice. You giggled, before lurching forward, wrapping your arms around him from behind.

"You're the worst" He groaned, accepting defeat as he stood still in your hold. He didn't have to see his back to know that he now had pumpkin all over him.

You laughed, hugging him tighter, "You love me!"

"Mhm," The boy hummed playfully, breaking out of your hold before turning around to face you. He smiled cheekily before reaching out, patting your head sweetly. However, you should have known that the gesture was anything but sweet. Your eyes widened and mouth fell agape as he broke out into laughter. The pumpkin guts that he had plopped onto the top of your head slowly began to slide down, before it eventually fell into a heap at your guys' feet. The two of you both glanced down at it before meeting one another's eyes, promptly bursting out into laughter.

"Ay!" Tanaka shouted, pointing at the two of you with a hard stare, "Get your asses over here and help us beat these losers!"

You and Narita shared a look before jogging over to the boy. The 'war' continued on for a few more minutes, the third years eventually ambushing all of you as Kiyoko stood a few feet away, not a single seed on her, as she watched with an amused smile as pumpkin flew back and forth, accompanied by joyous laughter.

"Well" A voice drawled cynically, and all movement stopped as everyone's eyes were drawn to the sound. There stood Tsukki, a sour look on his face as he scowled at all of you, arms crossed over his chest, "While I'm sure you guys had fun making complete fools of yourselves, I doubt you're going to have much fun cleaning up the mess."

His smug face soon had the entire group of you scowling at the boy, and without a second thought, you all turned your bodies to fully face the boy. The smirk was soon wiped from his face as he took notice of the mischievous looks in your guys' eyes, and he took a defensive step back, "What are you guys doing? I swear—"

"Now!" Noya shouted, cutting off the blonde. Everyone pulled their arms back before launching them forward, handfuls of pumpkin insides flying straight for the bespectacled blonde. Tsukki had no choice but to accept his fate, eyes wide as he stood frozen in place.

A beat passed before Tsukki blinked, glancing down at his clothes now covered in pumpkin guts. He blinked once more, a heavy sigh slipping past his lips before he lifted his head to meet everyone's eyes once more, "I hate you all."

"Oh, don't be such a Scrooge, Tsukki!"

"That's Christmas, you idiot!"

other halloween fics:

what’s new, scooby doo? - aoba johsai

scaredy cat - shiratorizawa

[imo-chan-imagines]

『 Haikyuu!! Week 2020 | Day 3 』

· Sept. 27th → Irresistible Force ·

Characters: Karasuno team

Prompts: A. favourite team + B. crossover/AU

Tags/warnings: Haikyuu!! (anime), PG, fluff, crack, a teensy bit of angst (because who doesn't love a sad superhero backstory), headcanons, AU, superheroes, HaikyuuWeek2020

A/N: Again, I love all the teams and didn't want to pick, but life is cruel, so here I am. This is headcanons about my fav team (Karasuno) in an AU (superheroes). I was thinking of a Hero Association, kind of like in 'The Boys'? But less corrupt... Maybe more like in 'One Punch'? I think you get me.

All of my Haikyuu Week 2020 posts will be SFW, but I have NFSW content on my blog if that butters your biscuit. Feel free to check it out! Thanks for reading! Please enjoy ♡ Imo~

Karasuno / Superhero Association AU

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☆ Sawamura Daichi ☆

Powers: nigh invulnerability, super strength, enhanced healing

If he's not the ordinary cop that somehow befriends the heroes I was tempted then he's definitely the leader of the superhero group

Kind of like Superman in the old-school Justice League, just not as OP lol

Looks damn good is spandex those thighs *sweats*

Cape!! so ✨majestic✨

Probably wears dark-ish, neutral colours with a dash of blue

A bit serious. Not the kind of hero to go around making quips all the time, but will make light of his own suffering like Captain America

Takes younger heroes under his wing like the true Dadchi he is

Strong moral compass. Unbreakable

Won't hesitate to lay down his life for others

Who am I kidding. He's basically Captain America with a cape

Poster-boy for the Hero Association

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☆ Sugawara Koushi ☆

Powers: telekinesis

A soft, pearly aesthetic with his suit, hair and skin. Lots of white and silver

A favourite among the ladies he's just too pretty, damm it T T

Very plucky and adorable

People in the vicinity will literally faint when he goes all serious to concentrate and use his powers

Has a duo move with Daichi where he literally throws him like a missle YEET

Has the most followers on Twitter and TikTok and his fans can be pretty nuts

Has a perfume line named after him and models for the adverts

Will smile like an angel right before bringing a building down on top of you fuck, I find this one really funny

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☆ Azumane Asahi ☆

Powers: regeneration, enhanced stength

Kind of like Wolverine or Deapool but, like, much, much softer on the inside uwu

Wears green and black

Messed up big time back in the day and dropped off the grid out of guilt some people died :(

Was convinced to come back when his old teammates finally found him again because they needed his help in a crisis

Literally shed tears of relief when heroes and citizens alike welcomed him back instead of hating him mah heart *sniffs*

Can withstand seemingly anything and fully heal within a matter of days

Doesn't know the full extent of his powers himself. How exactly do one test it? 🤔

Still has to psych himself up for a fight, though big softy, really

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☆ Shimizu Kiyoko ☆

Powers: electrokinesis, flight

Powers like Storm from X-Men, and kicks ass like Wonder Woman

Refuses to wear a revealing suit, but looks bomb af anyway

Kiyoko = absolute queen

One of the most powerful heroes, but doesn't throw her weight around unless she's kicking bady-guy booty

Stella gynamast, and has mastered several martial arts

Can literally throw a guy three times her size, all without any strength powers Tanaka: 👁👄👁

Somehow has perfect hair all the time secret superpower??

Is active on the political stage as a human rights activist, headlining women's rights yes, yes yes

Will strike you with lightning for sexual harassment

Comes up with really good mission plans

Is a soothing balm for Tanaka when he loses it

Black and gold aesthetic✨

Asymmetrical cape! super fashionable

Poster-girl for the Hero Association

☆ Tanaka Ryuunosuke ☆

Powers: fire generation and manipulation

Tanaka brings the heat literally

A bit of a chaotic-good, but what's new there?

Can get out of control if he loses his focus, so his friends have to keep him grounded Kiyoko is a literal angel when that happens

Kiyoko: Sun's getting real low...

Bonus points if you get the reference

Is terrified of hurting innocents if he gets out of control

It rarely happens, but if he loses his self confidence, his powers don't seem to work

Shouts cringy lines at the villains before roasting their asses lmfao

Wears a black and orange flame-retardant suit, and actually looks pretty fine in it 😌👌

Literally head over heels for Kiyoko just imagine it. Biggest hype man

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☆ Nishinoya Yuu ☆

Powers: animal metamorphosis, enhanced speed

Think Beast Boy from 'Teen Titans', but less green he's more likely to be yellow or orange, lmao

Handy in lots of different situations. Very versatile

Incredibly cheeky and joins in with Tanaka's cheesy jokes and one-liners

Absolute maniac, but the people love him, especially schoolkids lmao

Has his own energy drink flavour, and he's STOKED about it

Yellow and black suit, kind of like his hair

Has a surprisingly large following of fans

Laps up the attention, but it doesn't really go to his head

Quiet and serious when he's on a mission/fighting

☆ Hinata Shouyou ☆

Powers: self replication, super speed, levitation

His powers took a while to properly manifest, which left him feeling isolated as a teen

Was pretty lost until Ukai helped train him

Got into a fight with Kageyama in an alleyway when he first met him MET HIM IN THE STREET, LMAO

Argues with Kageyama a lot at headquarters, but they work together like a dream when taking down bad guys

Has a heart of literal gold precious baby

Is contantly amazed when he helps significantly

Was inspired to become a hero by his idol, the Little Giant and it's his dream to inspire someone else 😭😭

Uses his replication ability to confuse the bad guys ULTIMATE DECOY

Levitates around the room when he's excited like Aang from ATLA, hahaha

Wears an orange, white and yellow suit with little wings on his heels cuuuute

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☆ Kageyama Tobio ☆

Powers: water/ice generation and manipulation, breathing underwater, superhuman reflexes

I was tempted to give him fire/ice powers like Todoroki, but I didn't want to detract from Tanaka

Has problems focusing his powers, and can be quite turbulent in the heat of battle

Finds it hard to work well with others initially, but really makes an effort

Has hurt people close to him by accident before and never wants to do it again it would tear him apart

Becomes a power duo with Hinata when Ukai helps train them, even though they don't seem to get on well at first

Broody boi on the surface, but a cinnamon roll deep down

Wears a dark blue and deep purple suit that has fins to assist in underwater escapades which are his forte

Freezes Hinata's feet to the floor when he pisses him off or anybody's feet, tbh

Can dodge almost anything because of his reflexes don't ever try to punch him. You'll look stupid

Is surprised by the number of people in his fan club especially the number of women asking to marry him??

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☆ Tsukishima Kei ☆

Powers: telepathy, superhuman intellect, mind control on weak-willed individuals

Prefers to outwit his enemies rather than getting into a brawl

But his self-designed gadgets and tech help him out if he has to a bit like Tony Stark, wink wonk

Sometimes makes you question if he's really a hero or not Tsukki, please

Doesn't take orders well

Baits villains by insulting them and getting the better of them with his words it's hilarious

Comes up with good plans, but improvises well with whatever he's got

Probably wears suits over his spandex most of the time fancy shmancy

Is prepared to die to protect Yamaguchi waahhh

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☆ Yamaguchi Tadashi ☆

Powers: invisibility, force fields, teleportation

Susan Storm with added teleportation, lol

Often finds it hard to value his powers because they're not as visually strong and impressive as other people's

Rather than squaring up to a battle, he often has to 'hide' from it by literally going invisible

But he gradually becomes aware of how vital his powers can be, and learns to control them and make them as advantageous as possible

Is a highly important and valued member of the team

Soft bean that gets nervous and throws up before a fight

But he's hella determined and won't back down

Honestly, just wants to protect Tsukki and make him proud PROTECT HIM

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☆ Yachi Hitoka ☆

Powers: size manipulation

She can shrink and enlarge herself and objects she touches at will, including other people

Sometimes shrinks really small to avoid social situations she doesn't want to be in samez, honey

The clumsiest and least experienced on the team

But she tries her best, gradually getting to grips with her powers

Sometimes uses her powers by accident, like when she's nervous

Once touched a watermelon slice on the refreshment table and accidentally blew it up to the size of a car Hinata, Kageyama and Noya fully dug in with their faces 😭😭

Nearly passed out when Daichi, the literal god of the Hero Association, told her she had great potential

Don't worry, Yams teleported and caught her

☆ Ukai Keishin ☆

Powers: laser vision, metal mimicry

The has-been hero who lost his enthusiasm for hero-ing and retired some years ago

Was really cool back in his hayday. Big hot-shot with a fan club

Has been working as a convenience store attendant to pay the bills and is bored out of his mind but refuses to admit it

Was convinced to get back in the game when he found Hinata and Kageyama fighting, both struggling with their abilities. He broke up the fight and agreed to coach them

Doesn't do much of the flashy hero stuff anymore, but will occasionally get stuck in when he's needed must protecc his children

Is only, like, ten years older than the other heroes, but they treat him like some fossilised sensei out of Natuto, or some shit

Tbf, he has the back problems of one 😭😭

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☆ Takeda Ittetsu ☆

Powers: power absorption

Transferred from being a hero to hero management after having having issues with the effects of his powers he has a conscience :(

He felt guilty and responsible for permanently taking the powers of others, even if they were criminals

It was like removing a piece of their souls it kind of broke him

These days, he makes sure nobody knows about his powers, so it can't be used against him

He helps in any other way possible

He would only use his powers again in dire circumstances he knows he'll eventually have to

Is generally chipper and good natured, though

If he was ever captured by a villain, they'd probably send him back because he talks too much omg, hahaha

Helps gather info for the team and direct them on missions and in fights

Gives bomb inspirational speeches ✊

© imo-chan-imagines 2020

[renaxwrites]

Eleven

.07 - Night Changes 

synopsis: the number Eleven had always appeared in milestones of your life. it was a constant, and you didn’t know why. but you would soon find out when you study abroad in japan and meet Him.

pairing: tsukishima x fem!reader

warnings: none!

masterlist: here :)

a/n: hello again! it’s been a minute, and I haven’t been posting as much due to spending most of my spare time keeping informed on everything going onion world. it really has been stressful and overwhelming at times, I’ll be honest. however, if ANY of you need anyone to talk to or rant, don’t hesitate to message me! the best thing we can do is support one another as human beings. sorry if this chapter is long btw, lol. hope you enjoy <3 (English will be in bold) (here’s a link to the song in this chapter)

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Moon is lighting up her skin. She's falling, doesn't even know it yet. 

Tsukishima was the most difficult person you’ve ever tried to read. Silent but deadly. It was the things he wouldn’t say that would leave you both curious and afraid all at once. 

Yet you were falling deeper into his schemes. 

You weren’t sure what to make of your short, yet intimate, moment with the boy. And it wasn’t helping that the number Eleven kept conveniently popping up more often, as if trying to send you signs about the situation. Tsukishima, being the wild card that he is, wasn't helping either. However, as time went on, you began to learn to read between the lines of his behavior. 

At home, there would be light brushing on shoulders. Stray hairs being tucked into the back of your ear. The way he can’t seem to look you in the eye when he acknowledges the quality of your photos every so often.

At school, it was just like nothing happened between you two. However, even though he kept up his salty demeanor, the others could tell there was a smidge of a soft spot reserved for you. 

As the trip to Tokyo was getting closer, the team started to kick their practices into high gear. You had decided change your photography time of the boys a bit shorter than normal from then on, so you can help out Yachi and Kiyoko. 

The boys were on their break, and many of them went outside to indulge in some energy drinks being passed out. You sit on the sideline and begin to zone out, not noticing Suga saunter over and plop down next to you. 

“Sounds like something’s troubling you. You alright?”

You turn to see a him offering a curious smile, with a light touch of concern. 

“Sound? Did I say something out loud? Aw man, that’s great,” you sigh, suddenly embarrassed.

Suga shook his head. “No, you didn’t. Thinking can just appear very loud at times. Wanna talk about it?”

You ponder for a quick moment, deciding it was safe to confide in the vice-captain. “Just...boy trouble. Basically the summary.”

“Ah, I see. Well, I can relate to you there,” he tips his head back and sighs. 

You flinch in disbelief. “What? You’re joking, right? And why would you be having trouble? I can’t believe it.”

He laughs. “Me either, sometimes. But yeah...”

There’s a beat of silence before he suggests, “I’ll share if you do. That is, if you’re comfortable. If not, totally understandable.”

“Actually, it would be nice to confide in someone with a different perspective. I mean, I love Yachi, but I don’t want to keep bombarding her with my guy troubles. So, sure,” you admit. 

“Yeah, it’s been a while for me too. So, go ahead.”

You explain the whole spiel with the number Eleven. You were careful when mentioning your family’s background. Although the conversation was light-hearted, you trusted Suga with your past, and were rewarded with comfort as he held your hand in support. He didn’t give you the familiar pity you usually got. Instead, he intently hung onto your every word. From the very beginning with your parents, to the linked pinkies with Tsukishima, Suga nodded along, waiting until you finished to offer his insight. 

Once you were done, you heave a big sigh. “Whew, that was a lot. Sorry for just dumping the whole shebang on you.”

“No need to be sorry, y/n-chan. I’m glad you trusted me. Now, regarding Tsukishima, I definitely can see something’s happening. Not just me, either, the whole team kinda figures he is feeling something about you that he doesn’t with others. But, now that you explained it, it makes perfect sense.” 

He places his hand on his chin in contemplation. “I totally feel how you do with not being able to ‘figure him out’. There are signs that I feel are really special with this guy, but then I overthink it, which then leads me to wonder if it’s simply signs of being nothing more than a friend, ya know?” 

You nod, “Exactly. Do you mind if I ask who it may be that’s leading you in circles?”

He chuckles. “Want to take a guess?”

You tap your lips, trying to recall any details he might have given. “Well, the only people I see you consistently hang out with outside of the club is the other thirds years. Definitely not Asahi. And you’re not pining for Kiyoko-chan like Nishinoya and Tanaka, so I’m assuming it have to be...Daichi?”

Suga playfully shoves his shoves his shoulder against yours. “Well look at you, big ol’ detective, you. Your first try. And yeah, it is.” He sighs. “At least that explains a lot that I’ve mentioned, huh?”

“Yeah. Seems like we’re both in a rut.”

You both laugh, then sit in a comfortable silence for a moment. 

He lights up. “What if...there was a way...to tell them how we felt...but without actually telling them?”

Confused, you look at him with furrowed brows and curious eyes. “What do you mean?”

“Well, next week the whole team and a few players from other schools are all going to get together at this little place downtown, just to have a ‘last hurrah’ before the tournament. Arcade games, karaoke, food bar, all kinds of fun stuff!” he starts to ramble about the place.

Gently cutting him off, you question, “But what exactly does this have to do with ‘confessing our feelings without actually confessing?’” You gesture little air quotes.

He goops your nose. “Did I not mention there was karaoke? Every year there’s a little tradition between everyone of having a karaoke session. Everyone has to sing at least once. Managers don’t have to, but there’s always exceptions!”

“So? Oh wait, don’t tell me...Suga noooo...”

“Suga yes.” he counters, knowing that you both know where this was going. “You and I will be up there together! Confessing without confessing! Is that a great plan or what?”

“Sure, Suga, but I don’t sing,” you try to worm your way out of his plan.

“Oh hush! Not everyone knows how to sing, but everyone knows how to karaoke. And besides, I’ve heard you sing before. You’re awesome! Those vocal chords could give an angel a run for their money.” he gives his blinding smile. 

You flush a deep red. “You’ve...heard me sing before? Where?! When?! HOW?”

He puts his hand up in defense. “It was outside the gym. A few days ago. You and Yachi were singing your favorite Ariana Grande song because you were both loudly trying to decide which album was better.”

You hide your head in your hands. “Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing. Let me just launch myself into the face of the earth real quick.”

“Y/n-chan, you sing beautifully, there’s no need to be embarrassed. Suga takes your hands and makes you look up. “How about this. Today we were going to Ukai’s store to get some meat buns anyway. Let me walk with you and I’ll sing for you. I heard you sing, so you can hear me. We’ll be even that way. Okay?”

You consider it before agreeing. Once you said yes, Suga engulfs you in a hug, which you wholeheartedly reciprocate. 

“Alright, seems like the break is over. See you in a bit, y/n-chan!”

You break the hug just as the team walked back in the gym. A few people saw, but didn’t think much of it. 

The ones who did think of it were the two boys you and Suga just talked about. 

           ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

The whole team was in spirits for the most part. Who wouldn’t be when Coach Ukai was treating them all to meat buns?

Most of the boys were following close to the coach, eager for their treat. Especially the freak-quick duo, who obviously felt like they needed to have a race to the store.

Most players were walking in their respective groups and pairs, but the you and Suga managed to fade to the back of the pack, almost unnoticed. You both decided to slow your pace, to widen the gap a little between you and the others.

“Well, I promised you a song. Which one should I do?” Suga asked. You remember that he heard you sing but don’t remember what song it was that day.

“Sing the one I did when you heard me that day?” you suggest.

He laughs and puts a hand on the back of his neck. “You were singing it in English, so I only understood a couple words...would you translate maybe?”

Suddenly you remember. “Oh! It was ‘Moonlight’ by Ariana. Some of it I could only do in English for some reason.”

Suga let’s out a noise of realization, forming a small ‘o’ with his lips. “I know that one! My classmate showed me that song, it’s really good! But I don’t remember much to be honest.”

Feeling a tad bit braver, you suggest you sing it together, you with what you know in English and him Japanese.

“Good idea! Then we can kinda see what we sound like together. Okay let me hey look up the song on my phone...”

By this point, the team was way ahead, so it was assumed they wouldn’t hear you two. You both designate your respected parts to be organized in the vocals. Once you thought it was safe, the audio starts.

Suga begins the first verse.

“The sun is setting, and your right here by my side...And the movie is playing, but we won’t be watching tonight...”

To say he sang beautifully was an understatement. His voice was velvet, light feather tips tickling your eardrums. The soothing tones of his voice washed all your fear away, giving you the courage to continue with your verse.

“Every look, every touch, make me want to give you my heart. I be crushin’ on you baby, stay right where you are...”

Once you started, he eyes sparkled with wonder. Seeing his reaction be full of awe encouraged you to keep going.

“Cause I never knew, I never knew... You could hold moonlight on your hands, till the night I held you...”

Suga joins in to harmonize as you hold out: “You are my moonlight...Moonlight...”

The song eventually ends. Just in time for you two to arrive at Ukai’s store, where the rest of the team was already chowin down on there snacks.

You and Suga flatter each other with praise, with you even throwing in a pun of how his voice was like ‘suga’.

Your loud compliment-competition caught the eyes of the teammates.

“Well, that’s new,” Daichi states before biting into his meatbun.

The second-years, first-years, and Asahi glance over to the two of you intensely conversate.

“Do you think something’s up?” Asahi suggests.

“I’m not sure. It’s not bad, I’ve just never seen them talk one-on-one, so it’s surprising to see them together like that, that’s all.”

“You don’t think y/n-chan and Suga-senpai...like...like each other. Do you?” innocent and naive Hinata says.

Nishinoya and Tanaka immediately go on defense mode. “Not our precious manager!! She must not be tainted with the sins of men!! We must protect her at all costs!!”

A big sigh is heard, and the boys turn to the culprit, only to find Kiyoko and Yachi look exasperated.

“They’re not into each other. Just because they’re having a conversation about something they’re both passionate about doesn’t immediately assume that they’re into each other,” Kitoko shakes her head, causing them to second-guess their assumptions.

Yachi also shares her piece. “Boys. So gullible.”

“Agreed.”

The two girls turn and head home, leaving the boys to reconsider their assumptions.

“Probably not that big of a deal.” “Yeah she’s right, what’s the harm.” “Eh.”

Tsukishima, although he didn’t offer any comments, only showed his thoughts when you two walked home. Short answers. Slightly colder silence than usual. Bidding you a short “‘Night” before going to bed, instead of his usual “Goodnight y/n”.

You were unsure at his sudden change in behavior, but once you tucked yourself in, you see that Suga sent you a text: “So, are you in on the plan?”

The time on your phone changed to Eleven o’clock.

“Let’s do it.”

Does it ever drive you crazy...Just how fast the night changes?

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[spring-emerald]

tell me who you loyal to

For KuroDai Week 2018 Day 3: Partners-in-crime / Moral Ambiguity

Summary:

Kuroo is staring up at the barrel of a gun, held directly on his forehead.

They’ve got to reach the end somehow and Kuroo starts it by putting his forehead against the cold metal. And with a deep inhale, he closes his eyes and waits.

Warning: Rated M for Violence and OC Deaths.

AO3

Present

Kuroo is staring up at the barrel of a gun, held directly on his forehead. He remains defiant, despite the overwhelming panic and fear for his life. His body has long ceased trembling, only awash of unexpected calmness in the face of his impending death.

But then again, it’s better like this. Better him than Daichi.

Better him than the one holding the gun with trembling hands, so tight and nervous and utterly afraid.

Kuroo follows the waves of tremors shaking Daichi’s arms, up to the tensed shoulders and neck. A face so beautiful, so fearful and guilty. His eyes are shining, tears streaming freely down his half swollen face, upper teeth biting down so hard on quivering lips that Kuroo is sure it’s so close to puncturing the skin.

He doesn’t have to wait long before it finally does, and blood bloomed from where his lips cracked. It trickles down the curve of his abused lips, slowly sliding down his chin and Kuroo watches it with rapt perverseness. He meets Daichi’s eyes and gives him a painful and hopefully reassuring smile.

“It’s going be alright, Daichi,” he rasps and nods lightly. Daichi sniffs as he shakes his head, but doesn’t move the gun away.

“Kuroo-”

“Anytime now, boy.” The ringleader drawled with threat from behind Daichi, before taking a drag of his freshly lit cigar.

Daichi stiffens at being addressed, and helplessly looks at Kuroo. He mouths something, to which Kuroo only ruefully smiles at.

They’ve got to reach the end somehow and Kuroo starts it by putting his forehead against the cold metal. And with a deep inhale, he closes his eyes and waits.

———-

A few hours earlier

Kuroo trails after the Boss’ most trusted hired muscle, as the burly man leads him to the house’s designated office. Well, house would be an understatement. While Kuroo hasn’t seen the whole traditional house, he’s pretty sure that it’s on the large scale- a mansion. The rows of sliding doors painted with landscapes and winding hallways made of highly polished wood he walks on and passes by, attest to that.

He’s only been allowed in the house a handful of times. The first time, he was blindfolded and only allowed his sight again when he’s already facing the Boss, sweating buckets and scared to his wits. It’s only after the third successful deal using his mixture was he allowed to walk about, accompanied but with his eyes seeing where he’s going.

Nevertheless, it’s probably due to only being here a few times that he can’t shake the oppressive feeling surrounding the mansion. And understandably, the bust operation that happened only a few weeks ago is still certainly looming over the household. The Boss hadn’t been happy with the failed transaction, but he’s angrier with the mole that sold them out. One he still hasn’t sniffed out.

Kuroo remembers being terrified then. What if he’d been wrongly accused of selling them out? But he knows the truth that he didn’t, and so he held onto that steadfastly, as he meets the Boss’ eyes when he straightforwardly asked him. The courage he’d shown then when he answered him had been his saving grace, one that the Boss had grudgingly admired and praised him for.

The Boss probably just have a new work for him, he assures himself. Probably big time too, to gain back the loss they just suffered. Although his worry is only partly alleviated. Since after the initial meeting and accompanying threats, most of his instructions have then been relayed through calls from different numbers, to a non-descript Nokia that he keeps closer and safer than his actual and expensive smart phone.

His growing anxiety was cut off when the hired muscle slides the door open and tips his head in a motion that tells him to go in.

Kuroo swallows and takes a deep breath before crossing the threshold, the sound of the sliding doors closing seem too final for his liking. He stays a respectable distance from the mahogany table across the room. Behind it, the Boss is sitting on his leather swivel chair, elbows resting on the table with fingers laced together in front of his somber face.

He doesn’t look much, but he’s imposing, the Boss. He doesn’t smile much, nor are there traces of happy lines on his face and he takes to growling and yelling a lot. And from what Kuroo had heard from some of the members with lips looser than their morals, the Boss has a penchant for throwing things when he’s angry.

It’s why he doesn’t keep expensive things around him, because it would be such a waste of money. In real illegal leader fashion, however, while he’s not surrounding himself with expensive things, he does splurge on what he consumes, particularly on his vices- cigars and alcohol.

It’s one or the other that’s usually on top of his table, but there aren’t any at that moment.

“Sit, boy,” the Boss says gruffly.

Kuroo walks as confidently as he could and slowly sits on the chair. He doesn’t say anything and wills himself to keep looking at the Boss in the eyes.

“I remember meeting you for the first time, here in this very same room,” the Boss starts conversationally, loosening his laced fingers then reclines on his chair. “Do you remember?” Kuroo nods.

The Boss continues. “You were a small time dealer then, selling drugs to get through your expensive college education. Inventive and resourceful. That’s why I took the gamble and took you under my wing. We had an agreement then, right? You work for me, I pay for your Chemistry degree, win-win.”

Right. As if Kuroo would forget that day. But it’s definitely not because of the promise of good education that got him to agree to doing this in the first place. Because if it was, then Kuroo would have been gone the moment he got his diploma. No. The Boss was sure to not make it just about him.

“I remember,” Kuroo replies.

“I’m pretty sure you also know how I don’t take betrayals lightly. It was just a few weeks ago, I’m sure it’s still fresh in your memory.”

“I know. I told you I had nothing to do with it and you believed me.”

The Boss hums and peers at Kuroo. His gaze sharp and studying. “I suppose I did. I always admire those that don’t cower, and despite your initial behavior towards me, you’ve done greatly. I almost fancied you as my own son, because I see some of me in you.” The Boss’ demeanor changed as an ugly sneer curled on his lips that sent off warning bells inside Kuroo’s head. “But I guess I was wrong.”

It takes everything of Kuroo not to show his fear or bolt out from his seat, but willed himself to remain calm. It wouldn’t do well to appear guilty. He’ll just incriminate himself needlessly.

“I had nothing to do with it.” His voice remained steady despite the feeling that his intestines are reorganizing itself inside his body.

The Boss just scoffs. He tips his head to the side and his hired muscle slides the door that leads to the connecting room, open.

Kuroo feels like he’s been dumped with cold water when he sees Daichi lying unconscious on the tatami, arms bound behind his back, blindfold covering his eyes, a bruise swelling on his left cheek.

His hands clench tight on his knees.

“He has nothing do with this! We had a deal!” Kuroo openly glares at the man. His blood boiled more when the man only laughed, delighted at the pure hatred Kuroo is showing him.

Everything he did, everything he’d gone through was just to ensure that they, would finally have the life that had been robbed from them since childhood.

“Don’t worry, boy. I won’t kill either of you. At least not yet. Not here. The blood will be hard to get off the tatami, and I don’t want to soil it uselessly. But I will know the truth soon enough,” the Boss threatened.

Adrenaline spurred by anger and desperation surged through Kuroo’s being. He stands abruptly, aching to hurt the man responsible for this. But before he can swing his arm, a heavy blow slams at him, followed by a sharp pain stemming from behind his head, and the world turns dark.

—–

A few minutes ago

Kuroo’s woken up by a punch on his face. It was hard enough to strain his neck and send pain signals to wake his brain and catch up to his surroundings, but not too hard for him to fall over with the chair he’s currently tied to. He takes a laborious breath and spits out the blood the formed on the inside of his cheeks. He turns to glare at his offender, only for him to get punched on the other side of his face.

His torturer pulls on his hair roughly and tilts his head back. “Glad ya’ can join us.” He cackles before pushing Kuroo’s head harshly. He then walks over to Daichi’s prone figure on the dirty floor and kicks him on the stomach.

Daichi curls on himself from the impact, but now awake like Kuroo.

“Get away from him!” Kuroo bares his teeth at them despite the pain, jostling his chair in attempt to reach Daichi, but it was futile, and just served the other men delight, as they cackle and jeer around them.

“Wakey wakey~” says a goon, pulling Daichi roughly in an upright position, and removes his blindfold.

Daichi startles, eyes squinted as he looks around his surroundings in panic, groaning in pain when he moves his body the wrong way.

“Kuroo!” He yells, eyes widening upon seeing him. He tries to get to Kuroo, but the pain had him doubling over and lurching forward. Without his arms to brace his fall, he hits the floor chest first. Another round of cackles echoed around them.

He’s pulled up by the same goon, but this time, he holds onto the back of Daichi’s shirt to prevent him from going to Kuroo.

“I’ve never been a fan of dramatic reunions,” the Boss said, standing up from his seat and walks over to Kuroo. “I’m more interested in learning the truth and finally getting rid of traitors.”

Like his good did before him, he pulls on Kuroo’s hair and inches closer. “Tell the truth, boy. Are you the one who sold us out?”

“I. Am. Not.” Kuroo says through gritted teeth. He earns a heavy backhanded slap that has got his ear ringing.

“I see you insist on making this difficult than it should be.”

The Boss nods once and Kuroo hears a gun cocking. When he turns to look, he sees Daichi’s horrified face because the man holding him earlier is now pointing a gun at the back of his head.

“No… No. NO! DAICHI! He has nothing to do with this!” The Boss steps away from him, avoiding his renewed and intense struggle to free himself.

“He has nothing to do with this! What do you want from me?! WHAT?!”

The Boss regards Kuroo as if he’s a petulant child. “I want the truth, Kuroo,” he answers calmly.

Kuroo swallows. “Fine! I did it! I fucking did it! Just- Don’t hurt him! I did it! There! Are you happy now?!” He finishes his tirade, breathless and desperate to say anything just so they will take that gun away from Daichi.

“Not quite. Bring him here.”

The man behind Daichi roughly pulls him up and pushes him towards the Boss, who held out his hand in front of the closest bodyguard. The bodyguard pulls out his gun and puts it on his Boss’ waiting hand.

“You, untie him.”

Daichi struggles at first, but freezes once he feels the threat of the cold gun near his temple. Soon he’s untied, but doesn’t dare move, aside from bringing his arms in front of him to wrap around himself.

“You, boy, are going to kill him instead.”

“I won’t do it. You can’t make me,” Daichi seethes, glaring spitefully at the Boss, much to the ringleader’s amusement.

“Well, one of my men can always do that.” On cue, the man behind Kuroo cocks his gun and Daichi watches in fear as he lines it up behind Kuroo’s head.

“No- wait!”

“Or we can always take you out first.” The man pointing his gun on Daichi bumps the mouth of the gun on his temple.

“Don’t! Daichi, please!”

“So, what’s it going to be?” The Boss waves the gun he’s holding in front of Daichi, taunting him. A grim reminder of the hard truth that either way, they’re both going to die. It’s only a matter of who gets shot first. Or who can bear to see the other die first.

Daichi desperately looks at Kuroo, already tearful and shoulders shaking from the overwhelming tragedy that has befallen upon them.

“Kuroo…”

“Daichi, please. Just take it. I’d rather you do it than one of them.”

“I can’t.”

“Please,” Kuroo begs, now crying too. “I can’t bear to see you die.”

“And you think I can?!”

“I’ve had enough!” The Boss bellows, making all of them flinch. His voice echoed around the empty hideout. “Choose. Now!”

Everything was silent after that, apart from the rustling of the wind outside, grazing the sides of the building. A beep from someone’s watch sounds. Daichi and Kuroo share a look, sending across messages that doesn’t have to be said to be completely understood. Kuroo nods and Daichi chokes back a sob, as he holds out his hand to take the gun.

The Boss exhales deeply, in a show of calming himself after his outburst. “I must warn you, boy, my men are faster than you so don’t try anything stupid.” He cocks the gun before handing it to Daichi, who takes it with shaking hands and was forced to walk closer to Kuroo, by the man holding a weapon on his head.

Daichi grips the gun with both hands, and slowly points it at Kuroo.

———-

Present

The plume of smoke the boss exhaled starts to clear.

The hired muscle behind Daichi starts to cough. It’s small enough, like he inhaled the smoke and it had made his throat scratchy, like he’s just clearing his throat. Until it doesn’t. Because the coughing doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop. As if a ripple effect, all the other men starts coughing too.

The gun behind Daichi is lowered, as the goon behind him had gradually reached severe coughing, curled into himself, making hacking noises, as if he’s coughing up a lung. Which is what it seems somehow, because during his next great hacking cough, blood comes out of his mouth. He crumples to the floor, and stays there until he stops coughing and stops moving altogether.

Like domino effect, the rest of the men followed suit. Until it’s only the Boss, Kuroo and Daichi are left.

“Wha-What happened?!” The Boss looks around his fallen men in panic and horror, his cigarette lying forgotten on the floor. “What happened?! What did you do?!”

Daichi starts laughing. The silent, breathy kind that’s got his shoulders shaking, until it gets louder, booming. Its echoes shaking the large hideout. It sounds mirthful, it sounds maniacal.

He lowers his guns and turns around to face the Boss. The Boss shivered at the glazed look on Daichi’s eyes and the chilling smile etched on his face.

“Don’t worry. The poison we gave you is a slow acting one. It won’t kill you. At least not immediately.”

Kuroo, having successfully untied himself from his bonds, stands up, making a show of rolling his aching shoulders and stretching his arms and neck. He smirks at the Boss over Daichi’s shoulder.

The Boss backs up as Daichi starts stalking forward, but in his haste, he falls on the floor. Although that doesn’t stop him from sliding back and away from Daichi, but his back inevitably hits the wall.

“Who are you?!” The Boss demands. “What did you do to me?!”

Daichi squats down in front of him. “I suppose you don’t remember me. Then again, you might not have seen me. I was hiding in the closet that night, you see. The night when you killed my parents. You also don’t probably remember them, which is sad,” he pause, eyes having that faraway look, before he blinks and returns to the present.

“They begged you, but you didn’t listen. I saw them die before my eyes. I saw you kill them. I never forgot. I’ve spent all my waking days since then, waiting for this moment. Waiting for the day that I can finally have my revenge.”

Daichi dares inch his face closer to the man just to spite him. The Boss, in his anger tries to claw at Daichi, but Daichi’s quick to back away. The man is about to grab at him again, but then something in his chest ached, burning and suffocating. He grabs at his neck instead and looks at Daichi in horror.

“It’s just starting, so you have few more hours left to feel like that, the slow, painful kind of death. But you’re not a fan of that, are you?”

The Boss only looks at him fearfully, eyes wide as saucers, unable to speak as the poison continues to kill him from the inside. Daichi just coldly stares at him, then he lifts his gun and points at the man’s head and pulls the trigger. Again.

And again.

And again.

He stays in that position even after he’s run out of bullets. Kuroo moves behind him and gently lowers Daichi’s hand to the side, dropping light kisses on the side of Daichi’s neck.

Daichi throws the gun down, before turning to properly face Kuroo. His cold demeanor has changed, as his worried eyes raked over his lover’s features, wincing at the bruises forming on his face.

“I’m sorry about your face,” he comments, carefully touching it.

Kuroo hums. “I’m fine. I’m digging it, actually. It makes me feel like I’m dangerous. Don’t you think so?”

Daichi snorts. “Well, yeah. That’s because you’re not the one looking at it. It’s a good thing you have other things going for you.”

Kuroo mocks gasp. “I sacrificed my face and this is what I get?” His expression turned worried. “…It looks that bad? Because if it is, then I still have my charming personality.”

Daichi laughs, and Kuroo smiles, pulling him closer. “I don’t know about charming, but don’t worry. You’re still the most handsome man in my eyes.”

Kuroo smiles, even if it hurt a bit. “Good,” he says, wiping away a speck of blood on Daichi’s cheeks, before lowering his head down for a kiss.

—–

Later, they find themselves kissing again, against the backdrop of the hideout going down in flames.

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show and tell (AO3)

For Kurodai Week, Day 1: First Meeting/Next Time ***ao3 link is working now sorry about that guys***

Pairing: Sawamura Daichi/Kuroo Tetsurou

Summary: Crown Prince of Karasuno, Sawamura Daichi, is called back to the castle from during his outpost checks for reasons unknown to him. Nekoma’s Heir Apparent, Kuroo Tetsurou, arrives at Karasuno with an exhibition to perform and a promised show.

Tags: Alternate Universe- Fantasy, Pre-Relationship, slightly First Meetings

Warnings: None 

Word Count: 1,605

Kuroo fiddled with the small golden earrings in his hand, rolling the three cartilage rings between his fingers and watching.

Around him the rest of his team were in the process of preparing for their exhibition; putting on their body paint and uniforms, warming up, stretching and going through the familiar motions that was ingrained into their muscles at this point.

It wouldn’t be Nekoma’s first time performing an exhibition in Karasuno- but it was certainly the first time Kuroo ever felt uneasy about performing.

The last time he had performed in this hall, on this very same stage, had been less than three months ago and under the calculating eyes of the nation’s king. And yet, why was he this nervous? It was a routine he could do in his sleep and he had already braved the cutting eyes of Karasuno’s King.

The memory of a firm hand, warm and sure, flashed across his mind-a pair of challenging brown eyes- and he stared at his hand. He curled it into a fist, tight, but it wasn’t as tight as the handshake that he recalled, gripping his own in a steady confidence he was rather envious about.

He was pulled back to reality as a brush attacked his hair and he hissed. Kuroo stared balefully up at Yaku, who held the brush like a weapon.

“For once you’re not the first one to finish,” Yaku commented, yanking the brush through a heavily knotted area. Kuroo winced but grinned up at Yaku nonetheless.

“Are you worried about me? You’re finally showing your true caring self, Yakkun.”

Yaku rolled his eyes, giving his hair a tug. “Why are you nervous? We’ve done this before and it’s not even as important as last time.”

“Nervous? Who me?” Kuroo tapped his chest in mock offense before reaching up and taking his time with putting his earrings in. He didn’t look Yaku in the eye.

Yaku gave a noncommittal hum and merely continued brushing his hair into a more purposeful mess.

“At least you’ve got your uniform on,” Yaku grumbled without any real irritation. Kuroo flashed him a grin, smoothing down the silky fabric of his red vest; it had golden designed sprawled around the edges, symmetrical and gleaming under the torch light. His pants, loose and seamless, was also red with a gold trim that ran up his legs- it would mimic a live flame when he moved.

“Here,” a voice muttered as a bowl of black paint was dropped into Kuroo’s lap. He gave a snort as he picked up the bowl and turned to Kenma, who had plopped himself down beside Kuroo.

“Wasn’t Yamamoto supposed to do this?” Kuroo asked, dipping his fingers into the cool black paste. Kenma shrugged as he put on a gold bracelet on each of his wrists. Beside him, Kuroo began drawing out the designs they wore for any performance they did, the paint cold against his skin.

“Arms up,” Kuroo prompted with a nudge. He carefully finished the circle that ran around the other’s arms and wiped his hands, finished. The design was something they all knew how to paint- lines and patterns that accented their movements and drew eyes.

Kenma finished clasping on his anklets- gold once again and adorned by bells- and Kuroo passed him the bowl. Dutifully, Kenma took it and returned the favour. His fingers were steady as he went through the familiar motions.

“Don’t forget these.” Yaku quickly handed Kuroo his set of bracelets and anklets before darting away. Kuroo offered him a quick ‘thanks!’ before reaching down to clasp the anklets on. The bracelets and anklets were tight against his skin, but it would prevent them from sliding whenever he did the flips and jumps of their routine.

“Ready?” Kuroo asked Kenma as the other ran his finger down for the last line needed on his body paint. Kenma glanced at him as he wiped the excess paint off his hands with a towel.

“I think I should be asking you that, Kuro.”

Kuroo leaned back, hands grasping the stool underneath him, and claimed airily, “I’m always ready.”

Kenma gave a silent scoff, walking away. Kuroo huffed at his departing back before leaning down and picking up his bo staff, its smooth wood familiar and comforting. He spun it in his hand, adjusting himself to the similar, yet different, weapon and tapped it on the ground.

“I’ll be ready. I promised to perform a good show after all.”

“This is your first time seeing Nekoma’s exhibition, Daichi?”

Daichi nodded, turning slightly in his seat to face his father, who drew an intimidating figure when seated on his velvet black throne; its gleaming silver armrests and detailing adding to that vibe.

“Yes, I was at the borders last time Nekoma visited.”

“Mm.”

Seeing no further attempt at conversation, Daichi leaned back into his own throne- smaller and more simple than his father’s but no less elegant- and eyed the empty stage.

The raised stone platform was already lit by numerous torches around the edges and on the walls. The hall was filled with a good number of their citizens, from what he could see on the balcony, and a rush of anticipation ran through him.

The show had yet to start, and the audience softly chatted below them, but Daichi swore he could hear the clicking of wood on stone. The sound was faint yet ringing. Distantly, he thought he imagined the familiar jingle of bells.

Suddenly, all the torches blew out. There was an accompanying bang and silence fell upon everyone. Daichi jumped, reflexively reaching towards his belt, stopping only when his father gave no reactions beyond an amused smirk.

In front of them, the stage wasn’t empty anymore. Though the darkness, Daichi caught sight of movement and, as his eyes adjusted to the lack of light, he spotted many figures darting around.

With a pop of air, the torches were lit up once again- with a another bang- and a person rushed out. The person, with one hand pushing off the ground, twisted into the air with a bo staff staff, unhindered. He landed flawlessly in the middle of the stage, staying crouched as he glanced up.

Daichi sucked in a sharp breath as he met sharp amber eyes, his own widening in surprise as he unconsciously leaned forward. He knew this person.

Kuroo Tetsurou, heir to the throne of Nekoma, slowly stood up. The fluttering flames around them casted shadows over his face, played with the gold accents he wore and brushed him with a soft, pale orange. Behind him, more members of Nekoma ran out, uniform and coordinated.

Keen feline eyes stared at him and Daichi recalled the moment he had first met the owner of them- the very same amber eyes gleaming and mirthful.

“So you’re the future flock leader?”

Kuroo’s eyes snapped away as he reached down to brace himself for another flip. Daichi slowly exhaled. His eyes were glued onto the dancer-like movements and the flashing gold on red. While he marveled at all the performer’s abilities and skills, his eyes were drawn back towards Kuroo- whose black designs flexed along with his muscles and skin shone with a layer of sweat; whose hands skillfully handed the wooden staff just as well as he did the spear he wielded in combat.

Daichi’s heart pounded with the beat of wooden staffs on stone, bells chiming, and he held his breath as he watched. It was fascinating to see a shadow of their fighting style in every movement. To see Kuroo whirl across the stage, deceivingly harmless. His movements were exaggerated and staged, practiced and consistent.

It was a difference from what he remembered, the two of them hidden in the dark and fending off attackers with curt and immediate actions.

The dance- very heavily based upon Nekoma’s fluid and aerobatic fighting style- ended with an abrupt bang of wood on stone and a quick gesture that extinguished the torches, dropping them back into the darkness, just as they had done in the beginning.

“Cats do pretty well in the dark, Sawamura. Trust us.”

As the hall filled with applause, Daichi took a solid breath and leaned back into his seat, his heart still racing and staring at the now empty stage.

“Interesting isn’t it?”

His father’s comment startled him and he turned, smoothing down his surprise and coughing. “It’s very- flashy.”

“Yes. It’s unlikely they’d show us their actual fighting style this easily.”

Daichi murmured his agreement, though his mind was nowhere near assessing Nekoma’s abilities and skills. For a moment, he wondered if he should mention how Kuroo wielded his spear, not unlike the way he handled the bo staff, how utterly dangerous the other man could be.

It wasn’t something he was sure he wanted to share with his father- with someone who watched everything with a suspecting eye and an even more cautious mind; who, despite signing the peace treaty, was more than eager for any advantage over their allies.

No, his father would have to look somewhere else for a weakness.

“See them out would you, Daichi? Through the south exit. Make sure they don’t linger.”

Daichi swallowed down his disapproval and curtly nodded, standing. His father’s curt dismissal of Nekoma disrespected how much work and travel their allies must have done; it didn’t sit well with him at all.

And as he left, feeling vaguely offended on Nekoma’s behalf, that one last parting sentence he heard weeks ago, echoed through his mind.

“We’ll put on a show you can actually see next time.”