#Hoshiumi

[hinata-boke]

⚠️haikyuu movie spoilers

collection of doodles after watching the movie

[heartfeltarcher]

schweiden adler boys

[haikyu-mp4]

Win her over

Your daughter meets your boyfriend Hoshiumi, and he tries to get her into volleyball, for my Parenting event<3

requested by @dira333. word count; 459 – gn!reader

On your first date with Hoshiumi, you nervously told him you have a daughter, expecting him to be hesitant about dating you after that. But Hoshiumi nodded and seemed concentrated. “I see. So I have to impress her to date you?” he had asked.

The way your heart fluttered, one might think you had a heart condition. Alas, you were just falling for him already.

When the time came to meet your daughter, Hoshiumi looked more nervous than he was for your first date, kissing your lips sweetly when you let him into your little house and whispering “She liked volleyball, right?”

“Not yet,” you whispered back, patting him on the back to make him walk further. Your daughter, about 10 years old, stood dramatically in the living room, tapping her foot while looking him up and down the second he entered.

“I thought volleyball players were tall,” she said, ruthless as ever.

“Not even a hi first?!” you scolded but blinked when Hoshiumi chuckled.

“They are, makes me look extra cool when I win.”

Your daughter hummed, slightly impressed with the response before moving to the garden where you had set up for a little picnic. Hoshiumi was happy you would be outside, as he thought he might impress with some volleyball skills.

You three thoroughly enjoyed the lunch, and watching these two people get along made you swoon.

So after having a bite of food and going over the normal conversation, happy that your daughter seemed to open up to having him around, Hoshiumi got up off the blanket and picked up a volleyball he had seen lying off to the side (totally not because you placed it there for him earlier).

“Want to do some passes?” he asked her eagerly, glancing at you to find your soft encouraging smile. “You too, babe.”

“Yuck. Babe.” Your daughter got up as well and stood some distance away while Hoshiumi held out his hand and helped you up, having to stop himself from engaging in too much PDA.

The man softly served it towards you, and then you did the same for your daughter, only to gasp as she did her best attempt at a spike back to your boyfriend. Yet again, he impressed you as he smirked and received it perfectly. You clapped excitedly before turning to scold the young girl, and just as you realised she actually looked like she was enjoying herself, her face turned to surprise at the same time as you heard glass shatter behind you.

Perhaps your daughter was not so impressed by his volleyball skills after he ruined the piknik setup with the float serve you didn’t catch, but she sure was impressed by how much fun he was to be around.

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for the requester: thank you for your request(s) my friend<3

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[bokutoko]

oomf...,, idk how to request but,, hoshiumi fic,, abt height difference... pleek 🥹? ty

say cheese!

character: korai hoshiumi

word count: 776

warning(s): tall!reader, fluff, summertime (it’s hot)

content: even in the unbearable summer heat, you and hoshiumi are picture-perfect. <3

a/n: hi anon!!! apologies for the late response (i’ve been vacationing before school starts back EW), and thank you for the request (i was at disney for a day so that was my inspiration)! i’ve also actually never written for hoshiumi, so i hope this is to your liking!

Disneyland lied when they said it was the happiest place on earth.

With the heat index at 41°C, you thought you were going to die from heat exhaustion. No matter how much water you drank the day prior, you felt yourself growing fainter by the minute.

“Koraiiiiii,” you whined as you walked through the park to the next ride, “can you buy me a water?”

Hoshiumi cut his eyes up at you, a playful scowl contorting his face. “This is why I told you to bring a water bottle!” He’d been so excited to come visit the park, nothing was going to stop this day—not even your slow death from the heat.

“I did, but could you get me a cold one? Please? I’m dying right now.” You put on your best puppy eyes, your lip jutting out for extra emphasis. He grimaced, trying to stay strong and look away from you.

He then sighed, knowing he lost this fight. With an overly dramatic eye roll, he walked to the nearest stand to buy you a water, grumbling, “I knew we were gonna end up spending $100 on water. I’d much rather buy a lightsaber, but noooo…” Ignoring him, you tried taking a picture of the castle, but your phone didn’t seem to do it justice. You frowned, unhappy with the pics, and quickly deleted all the ones you took.

Upon his return, you smiled at the two water bottles he held. “Thank youuu,” you sang happily with a chaste kiss to his cheek before taking a big swig from your new bottle.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said, his blush blending in with the slight sunburn on his cheeks, “Okay! Now it’s time to go ride—“

“Excuse me?”

You both turned to see a smiling cast member holding a camera, and Hoshiumi let out a quiet, exasperated sigh. He just wanted to ride some of the rides!!!

“I saw you taking a picture of the castle, would you two like a photo together in front of it?”

Your eyes lit up at the idea—you and Hoshiumi didn’t have many pictures together, so you wanted one that was special. Even though you were sweaty and overheated, you agreed, “I would love it!”

After the photographer placed you both in the best angle with the castle perfectly behind, she called, “Say cheese!” On cue, Hoshiumi flashed his winning, slightly crooked, smile that still made you giddy. His confident, yet cheeky, eyes gave him the boyish charm that you adore.

The photographer was pleased with the result, so she then added, “Now a silly one!”

Without thinking about it, you reached your arm over, resting it right on his head, as if using him as an arm rest. You looked to the camera with a shit-eating grin. An immediate half-annoyed, half-amused expression crossed Hoshiumi’s face as he met your eyes, before you both started laughing. You were the only one able to tease him about his height without any repercussions; he knew—coming from you—that it was all in good fun. His only scolds came halfheartedly when he joked, “So rude!” with a gentle push.

When the photographer showed you the photos, you noticed your eyes were closed in the silly picture when it was taken. Before you could ask for another, though, you looked at them one more time.

Upon closer examination, you noticed, unbeknownst to you at that time, how Hoshiumi looked up at you. In one specific picture, he had a cheeky smile that was full of laughter as he gazed up at you. He was taking in all your features, with the thin sheen of sweat that gave you a slight glow. Seeing the hearts in his eyes, you felt a blush creep on your face. You knew that look in his eye, the love radiating from the picture. He didn’t need to say the words, “I love you;” his eyes did it for him.

It was perfect timing—a picture captured of him falling in love with you once again.

“And how exactly can I get these pictures?”

—

Beaming at the new photos in your camera roll, your mind was completely distracted from the heat that prickled at your skin. Maybe Disneyland was the happiest place on Earth…

You were getting ready to post the pictures at the same time as you and Hoshiumi finally reached the line for your favorite ride—it would’ve been his first time riding it!

Until you heard the young attendant snicker and ask, “Ya sure you’re tall enough to ride this, kiddo?”

You just sighed when you heard Hoshiumi’s red-hot, “What did you just say?”

… It was gonna be a long day.

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[5iyoomi]

✧˖ hoshiumi bf hcs 🕊️

taller gn!reader, fluff & nsfw, rough sex, a bit of praise

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who's always buying you things he thinks you'll like, whether that's a random trinket from the store at a tournament that reminded him of your eyes or stopping at a bakery to get your favorite

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who instantly forgets anything he was upset or annoyed about when he sees you smile, pretending he isn't over the moon about it if you pull him into a hug that lasts long enough that your scent lingers on him when you pull away

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who gets pouty when he can't see you, somehow even more snappy with reporters and sporting a frown on his face that all of his teammates can see through from a mile away

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who purposefully forgets his hoodies when he comes to your house and insists you can keep them when you text him that he left it there. He won't admit it's just because he likes seeing you in his clothes despite them not being that big on you, but he doesn't need to

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who gets even more fired up whenever you come to watch him play, spotting you in a crowd full of people wearing his hoodie or t-shirt and holding up a sign with his name written on it (and a heart drawn off to the side)

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who's on you in an instant the second that the ref signals their win, nearly tackling you in the process and asking you excitedly if you saw that last play of his

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who kisses you in private to tell you that he missed you, even if it hasn't been that long since he'd last gotten to take his sweet time with you, hooking a finger in the belt loops of your jeans and pulling you onto his lap, smirking at your barely contained surprise

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who's anything but gentle as he deepens it, one hand firmly behind your head and the other sneakily snaking up your shirt. He has you at his level like this, completely at his mercy and turning into putty beneath his fingers

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who fucks you from behind with a bruising grip on your waist and a hand wrapped loosely around your throat, pulling you up to kiss you upside down. He sucks down on your tongue in time with every rough grind of his hips, each deep thrust leaving you breathless and grasping at the sheets

-Boyfriend!Hoshiumi who praises you and tells you how good you were for him afterwards, running a thumb over your own and pressing a kiss to your forehead. Words will never be able to fully describe how much he loves you, but he hopes the giddy grin on his face as he cuddles you while you both fall asleep suffices

[tunyeta]

Dad! Korai Hoshiumi HCs Post-time skip!

Notes: fluff, you are the mom, hoshiumi's mom appears here, mostly if he had kids HCs, sometimes plural for kids i couldnt word it properly LMFAO, + little self-indulgence for myself. I ALSO DO HC REQUESTS FOR KORAI GUYS (rq some pls)

Dad! Korai Hoshiumi, Mom! Reader, and kids!

☆ Each kid of his is like a splitting image of him ESPECIALLY if it's sets of twins or triplets. (basically, imagine him as a kid but there are several of them)

☆ Korai would definitely be a girl-dad if he had a daughter, and would be there at every event she's in. Ballet performance? on time. Honor ceremony? Right there. Graduation? Tears in his eyes as he watches his daughter walk on stage. Would literally buy the kid anything she wanted if she asked nicely, he can't say no to his precious princess even if you scold him;

☆ now if he had a son he would definitely let him try everything to find his interest, anything is good to Korai as long as his kid is passionate about it! Pretty much the same if he had a daughter.

☆ He would set his social media profile picture to his kids and you posing silly.

☆ He has a picture of his kids in his wallet for good luck for his games.

☆ Tucks his kid in bed and tells them all about what happened in VNL in such an exaggerated way:

"And then I went BAAM! And the ball flew to their court!"

"Wow Dad!! Did you guys win??"

" 'Course peepling! Dad won just for you!"

☆ Would always Facetime with you guys whenever he's away.

☆ Korai would kiss you guys on the forehead goodnight.

☆ His heart throbs a bit whenever his kid says 'I love you Dad.' he just mutters back I love you too as he shuts the door;

☆ He tells you about it, feeling like the number one Dad in the world!

☆ In crowded places, Korai would carry his kid on his shoulders so they wouldn't get lost.

☆ Would teach his kids volleyball to pass some time in the morning, he encourages them all the time, and if his kids don't feel like they are doing their best he always recalls what his mother taught him early on to motivate them.

☆ Whenever you guys would go to the mall, they would always eat ice cream together at a random shop. Going home with bags of Kappa Ebisen and other snacks to munch on.

☆ Father's Day would make Korai sobs tears NO MATTER WHAT!! Breakfast in bed cooked by his kid even if it's kinda burnt?!? Eats it like it's his last meal. Badly drawn picture of him and his family??! Hangs it up with a magnet on the fridge. He's so grateful for his family. (yells!!)

☆ Korai's mom would dote on his kid like crazy whenever they visited their home. Asa nags Korai to visit more often, and whenever they do it goes like this:

"Come here sweetie, I have something to give you..."

*Hands her grandkid a 10,000 yen bill*

"Don't tell your dad I gave this to you, okay? Visit soon!"

☆ I feel like Asa would pass down childhood items of Korai to the kid, like his pajamas, stuffed toys, and the volleyball he bought as a child to practice.

@tunyeta — 2024 ✧

[yurifier3000]

up thinking abt hoshiumi kourai…. born to analyse hoshiumi kourai as a volleyball player forced to write uni applications…

hoshiumi caught dead in a glue trap

[eternally-tired-muffin]

Nature documentary voice: and here you can see two loud birds, who were somehow in academically selective schools despite their . questionable studying capacities

@virtualstrangerpanda and I were trying to classify the different schools (based on how academically competitive and prestigious they were) and the presence of these two in otherwise "smart" schools really threw us in for the loop. And thus, the somehow "academically selected" duo was formed. By coincidence, they have white-ish hair, so Lev and Osamu also fit right in, making a group of 4.

But the real question is: who would win in a game out of the "academically selected" and the idiot quartet from karasuno?

[vynl1xo9]

hoshiumi doodles :p

[tsunabi-art]

😭💙💙💙Look at my boy!!!

At last they give us a little more hoshiumi, how happy I am! I made a quick sketch because I loved his costume.

[dira333]

Big Dreams - Hoshiumi x Reader

From my Haikyuu Request Game - I got to pick the Character

A/N: Let me gift you my inspiration picture: Hoshiumi

Big Dreams - Hoshiumi:

You’d never have met Hoshiumi Korai without your need to prove yourself.

He’d never fallen in love with you if not for his competitiveness.

-

“Hey!” Hoshiumi steps in front of you, sweat still dripping from his hairline. “Aren’t you going to interview me?”

Hirugami turns around instantly, not as tuned in to his antics as his little brother had been.

“Why? Do you have something to say?” You flick your notepad back open and eye him, but he can’t quite figure out how you feel about the task.

Are you sassing him? Criticizing his height? Here? After a win like this?

He takes a breath before he knows it, the words spluttering out of him with well-known speed and aggression. 

He can’t really tell what he’s saying, just that he has said it all before, to other faces.

Only your smile does not turn awkward or frightened or insulted. 

Your smirk only seems to grow, edging him on.

And then there’s Hirugami’s hand, grabbing the back of his shirt, lifting him up like a misbehaving cat.

“Hoshiumi! Apologize to the nice lady.”

“No nice lady here, I’m sorry.” You quip back and Hoshiumi blinks, stunned for a moment.

“Now, I know my boss and with the material I already have, I won’t be able to fit any of that impressive speech in this week's article, but I might be able to arrange some things.” You flip your notepad close again, and pull a card out of your pocket, holding it out to him, still dangling two feet above the ground.

“You can call or text me, or you can yell really loud, I’m sure I’ll be able to hear you.”

-

He calls you the next day, going straight to voice mail.

With anyone else, he might have dropped it after that, but he can still picture that daring smile on your face, the challenge in your eyes.

He won’t be defeated this easily.

It takes him an embarrassingly long time to craft a message he feels comfortable with.

Thank god for training, though, the one place he can serve and spike and jump until the nerve endings in his body no longer feel like they’re on fire.

-

Your smile is going to be a problem, he realizes the third time you meet for the article you’re now working on now. You had spent one evening talking about his childhood and how it felt, growing up and playing Volleyball as the shortest on the team. The second time your conversation had drifted more into your past, the two of you quickly engaged in a game of twenty questions.

And now, on your third meeting, he can barely focus on the food in front of him, too engrossed in the pull of your smile, the hook of your lips.

It didn’t matter if you were talking or listening, you always looked like you were thinking about some great joke you were not willing to share.

-

“What are you thinking about?” You ask, head cocked to the side as you eye him over the table.

“How’s the article going?”

“That’s not what you’ve been thinking about.”

“What? You’re able to read my mind now?”

“Hmm, learned it just yesterday.”

“Oh yeah? Tell me what I’m thinking about.” He regrets his words the moment they’re out of his mouth, your eyes widening in way that makes him feel like he’s the prey and you’re the predator, ready to pounce.

Your eyes move over his face, brush over his lips - it’s as if he can feel it, a touch as soft as feathers - before they move back to his eyes and you smile, daring, blazing.

“Do you want to go hiking with me this weekend, Korai?”

-

It’s not that he’s never been hiking before.

He’s just never seen the thrill of it before. Sure, he can be the fastest on the way to the top, but he’d rather be at the beach instead.

That is, until he meets up with you at the ass-crack of dawn, dragging his brand-new hiking boots through the dirt to make them look a little less shiny.

He forgets all about that when you step out of your car, your adorable little sun hat a stark contrast against the way your shorts accentuate your legs.

“Did you put on sunscreen?” You ask.

“Aren’t we going to walk through the woods the whole time anyway?” He asks, looking up at the mountain they’re going to be climbing today, the trees still cast in darkness.

“Sure. But it’s important.” You pull something out of your bag. “Hold still.” 

He freezes when he feels your hands on his face, blushing under the tender care of your fingertips. He blushes even more when he sees the cheeky grin on your face.

“How long’s that hike?” He asks.

“About five hours, I think:”

“We could do it in three.” He boasts. “I can carry you if you get tired.”

“Oh, I’m sure you can.” You tease, but let him take the lead.

-

You stop him about halfway into the hike, your hand warm on his bicep.

“Tired already?” He asks, realizing that he does hope you’ll say yes.

You smirk and shake your head. 

“Not at all. But if we keep up this pace we’re going to miss the best part of the hike.”

You take his hand without asking and pull him along, away from the marked path. 

It probably says a lot about him that he follows you without questioning it, that the way your hand feels in his wipes any doubts from his brain.

-

They don’t have to walk far until he can hear the water, until the trees open up again to a waterfall, the water collecting in a small, deeply turquoise pool.

“Wow.” He says and you squeeze his hand, the smile on your face so different now, yet even more beautiful.

You don’t say it but he feels that this is something important to you, that this moment means more than you let on.

“We could swim.” He offers, trying to break through the sudden shyness that’s taking a hold of him.

Your teasing grin is back again. 

“I don’t know if you can.” You say and he furrows his brows at that wording, slipping out of his shoes before he can talk himself out of it.

The water is icy. He manages to keep a straight face and get in until it hits his knees before he realizes that he will never be able to swim here and turns back around to you pressing your hand against your mouth to stop the laughter from spilling out.

“Very funny.” He tells you, his voice dry but the grin spreading on his face betraying his words.

“I’m sorry.” You giggle. “But you were so eager to prove yourself, I couldn’t resist letting you try.”

-

They reach the peak in a bit over three hours. 

“You could convince me to like this.” He tells you when you put down a blanket and share a simple meal and a breathtaking view with him. 

Something in your face changes. “That’s good to know.”

You look at the view for a second and when you turn your face again, you’re smiling again.

“What’s your biggest dream?”

He laughs, surprised by the sudden change of topics. “You’re really thorough in your work, aren’t you?”

“I’m not asking for the article.”

His jaw clicks shut as he catches your tone, your eyes never leaving his. Blood rushes to his head and his first words are a stuttering mess.

Your hand curls around his and squeezes and his lungs feel as if you squeeze them too, order them to work again.

“I-” He stares down at the valley below, at the tiny houses and the even smaller cars.

It makes him feel so small, but in a good way, for the first time in his life.

“I guess I should say win the Olympics or something like that.” His eyes get caught on a little blue car that’s zooming down a street, disappearing around a corner and appearing again. 

For a weird moment he feels like that, alone on the way of life, trying to catch up with the others yet unsure were they left him behind.

Your hand squeezes his again, just as another car turns onto the winding road that leads down the mountain. Hoshiumi smiles, not sure at what, the soft pressure of your fingers or the fact that the little blue car is no longer alone on the road, no longer trying to catch up.

“My parents are so in love, you wouldn’t believe.” He tells you, his voice a bit raspy from emotion. “It used to make us sick how lovey-dovey they can get, my brother and me, I mean.”

He turns and there’s a different kind of smile on your lips, like you know exactly what he’s meaning to say before he says it. Like you’re really able to read in his mind, like you’re the red car following him down the street, telling him without words that he’s not alone in this race.

“I want what they have, one day. I’m just not sure I can, well… there’s no manual to that, right?” 

He can’t help turning shy again, his usual confidence pooling out of him.

“My biggest dream was to prove myself.” You say, your voice as clear as the mountain air. “That I could be what I wanted to be even if everyone told me it was impossible.”

“It’s not that my time in High School was that terrible.” You explain, your voice still light but a certain heaviness coats your words. 

He squeezes your hand. You tell him of your past, of the comments, made in passing or directly to your face.

“What’s that like?” He asks. “Dyslexia?”

You look at him but your eyes seem to look through him as you speak.

“It’s certainly a disadvantage in my field but it does not automatically imply incompetence or ineptitude.” You tell him, the words sharp enough to cut him if he had not spoken them himself before.

He wants to tell you that he gets it. That he knows exactly what it’s like, even if he has not experienced exactly the same thing.

But his brain and his mouth seem to be unable to agree. He squeezes your hand instead and you smile, the smallest smile he’s seen on you so far.

-

He does not hear from you for three days after that.

On Monday he’d played like a madman, still fueled by the press of your lips to his cheeks.

On Tuesday doubt had begun to creep in, to dig its nasty roots into his heart.

On Wednesday he could barely focus on anything except the one thing he was good at - Volleyball.

He sat in his car after training, chewing on his lip as he stared down at his phone, trying to get you to call him through telepathy alone.

The hike had felt like it meant something. He needed it to mean something.

When the street lights flickered to live around him, his car the only one on the parking lot, he pressed down on your contact and swallowed down his nerves, begging the universe that you’d pick up.

“Hello?”

“Hi, it’s- uh, it’s Hoshiumi.”

“I know.”

Silence. He could hear his own heart beating in his throat.

“Can I come over?”

“Sure.”

-

You had sounded tired. He takes a detour and picks up some food he had seen you eat before, hoping his instincts aren’t leading him astray this time.

When the door opens, he barely recognizes you. Your hair’s messy, your shirt stained and the bags under your eyes the color of bruises.

“I brought food.” He says, raising the bag in his hand.

The pull of your smile is hard now like your body is made of granite, your lips cut into it with steel. 

“I’m not that presentable.”

“I don’t need presentable. I want real.”

There’s a beat of silence, a quiver of your lips. You step aside and let him in.

That night he learns that you cry when you write and you learn that you all hurt the same way when you bleed for the things you love. 

-

Months later

“Hey.” He walks over to where you’re checking your bag one last time. “Ushijima says they made the trip in four hours last time. Iwaizumi says that it normally takes five hours.”

“It’s a team building exercise, Korai, not a race.” You remind him and rub sunscreen into his cheeks, sticking your tongue out at him when he crosses his eyes at you.

“I know, I know.” His hands find your hips as he holds you, and grounds you in the middle of it all. The world around you never stops spinning, no matter how much you want it to take a break sometimes.

You share a look, a knowing smirk on his lips and the familiar pull of yours, like you know a joke you won’t yet share. At least not with anyone but him.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

[heartfeltarcher]

hoshiumi and kageyama during a training break.

they had those promotional ice creams that are supposed to look like them but they melt and look horrible iykyk

[haikyu-mp4]

The art of flirting

word count; 1583 – f!reader

Everyone else on Kamomedai’s volleyball team would probably say that their second-year manager’s relationship with Hoshiumi Korai was very flirty. However, you and Korai saw it more as a rivalry. You would always be bickering back and forth, throwing insults and annoying comments at each other like it was breathing. Being a manager was truly rewarding, but you and the one-man army simply couldn’t get along.

When Korai stepped out of the locker room, very ready to get on the bus back so he could rest, he saw you. His eyes always found you, even if the room was filled with other people. You were there to make sure all the boys came safely out of the locker room and went in the direction of the bus instead of wandering off.

Korai automatically scoffs and adjusts his bag up on his shoulder. “What a difficult job you have,” he said sarcastically, raising a brow as he walked over to look at the notepad you were writing on. You jumped slightly at his sudden presence and looked up, but Korai was surprised when you first met his eyes and then looked up at his hair. And to top it off, you blushed. It looked sweet on your soft skin, making the boy a bit dazed even though he was frowning.

You were flustered because he wore his hair down after a shower.

“It would’ve been easy if I didn’t have to look at your ugly face all the time,” you said, but it sounded much less annoyed than usual. The warm colour on your face made you much less convincing.

“Good one, tomato face,” he said back and rolled his eyes, stepping past you towards the doors. You looked at him over your shoulder, mentally beating yourself up at how ridiculous that was while also getting another good look at him because when did Hoshiumi get so handsome?

The short boy sat down in the bus seat beside Hirugami with a heavy sigh. His friend raised an eyebrow. “I assume you met y/n on your way out?” he asked rhetorically, amused with how he crossed his arms stubbornly.

“She’s so freaking annoying, looked at my undone hair and suddenly acted all bothered,” he grumbled, making faces at the seat in front of him from thinking about it.

Hirugami almost got annoyed with how oblivious his friend could be. Obviously, you two found each other attractive and refused to admit it. After all this time, you finally revealed a crack in your resolve, yet all Korai saw was a challenge. “Probably thought you looked hot,” he said casually, looking out the window where you followed the last players out the door, laughing at something one of them said.

Korai was looking as well, but his eyes widened at Hirugami’s theory. Now his cheeks were even redder than yours were earlier as he grumbled something under his breath and turned away, staring at the floor instead. “What do you know anyways...”

However, there was no denying – despite your continuous attempts – how the atmosphere changed around you two after that. Perhaps even you two could admit it was flirty now, as you laughed at his missed serve during practice and he came over to playfully punch your upper arm and mess up your hair before going back to the practice game. There was always a light air of laughter around you now that wasn’t there before, a discreet way to tell the other please, don’t stop giving me your attention!

Who could blame him for never doing his hair after showering anymore to watch your red cheeks and smile at you before going home for the day? All so he could be recharged for another day of foolery knowing he still had your attention.

And who could blame you for targeting his height with your teasing just so he would come closer to you and make you repeat it to his face? All so you could bat your eyelashes and then push him away while the others gaped at how much differently he reacted when you did it.

Hirugami wasn’t sure which one was more frustrating, before or now. Because both of you were still too stubborn to admit your feelings first. Will he intervene? No! Maybe... Most definitely.

He started with his best friend. Korai was telling him about some observations from their last match at lunch when Hirugami very obviously diverted his attention elsewhere. Korai followed his gaze and found you, smiling and laughing with your friends like you always do. With a small tsk, he turned back around quickly. “Am I boring you?” he asked with the usual attitude.

“Think that guy likes her?” Korai had to ignore how frustrating it was to have a question answered with a question in favour of turning back to where you were. Hirugami smiled at the shift in Korai’s expression.

Korai never took the time to look at your friends, not when he could be looking at you. So he hadn’t really noticed how some of your friends were guys and one of them was leaning particularly close at the moment. It shouldn’t annoy him, because he totally doesn’t like you like that, but it did. “I don’t care.” he insisted, but it wasn’t very convincing when he didn’t stop staring.

Hirugami let out a fake dramatic sigh, spooning another portion of rice into his mouth. “Doesn’t matter, I heard that she likes someone in the volleyball club anyways,” he said as if it was just a throwaway line. Of course, it wasn’t just that to Korai, whose neck looked like it could have snapped from how quickly he turned back to his friend. He was squinting, as if trying to spot any hints of a lie on his face.

“Whatever.” Hirugami’s job was done here, now he just had to talk to you. Unless Korai got to you first, that is. His friend wasn’t exactly known as a patient guy.

The middle blocker passed by you in the hallway on the way to the volleyball club, and he thought fate might be with him. “Y/n, wait up!” he said and fell into step with you while you smiled at him. “Korai was looking for you earlier.”

“He was?” you asked, making Hirugami smile even more.

“Think he wanted to ask you something,” he added casually, and he could swear you walked with a spring in your step now.

You stood beside Korai while they had a break, giving him his water bottle last and wondering what he had wanted to ask you earlier. “So what’s up?” you asked, making him look at you with a raised eyebrow. That was unusually civil of you.

“Nothing, weirdo,” he answered. Maybe Hirugami shouldn’t have intervened…

“Oh, okay,” you said, suddenly looking oddly dejected. Part of you was embarrassed at the hope you had felt when you heard he wanted to talk to you. You’re supposed to deny any feelings, but it was getting more and more difficult every day. Korai was facing the court but didn’t stop looking at you in the corner of his eyes.

Silence fell over you as you tried to think of something else to do, but the other managers were already hard at work. “You look good with your hair like that,” Korai said, making you look at him quite stunned, but he was already jogging back out on the court as the coach blew the whistle.

It made you dizzy. You were thinking constantly about how confusing Korai was today. Did you do something wrong? Did you do something right?

Once again, Korai didn’t style his hair after practice, looking for your attention on his way out of the locker room. He walked over to you while you were gathering your stuff to leave. “Who is it?”

You stop your movement of trying to fit the stupid shoes in your bag, slowly turning your head to look at the boy you wished wasn’t so handsome. “Who’s the dumbest person in this room? I’m looking right at him.” you quipped. It wasn’t a very good insult, but it was all you could manage in your state of attraction mixed with confusion.

“Ha ha. No, who do you like on the team?” he said, or more like insisted. You straightened up and a blush covered your cheeks the way he liked, but he was looking at you with such a deep frown that you felt nervous.

“I like all of you. Even though you’re a bit of a turd sometimes,” you answered childishly.

“You should like me more.” It was a confusing statement, and now you were both just staring at each other as if trying to decipher what the other one was thinking.

“Why?” you finally asked, nose scrunching as you gained some attitude back.

“Because I like you more. It’s only fair,” he said like it wasn’t a confession. It was.

“Fine, then I like you more,” you said stubbornly. If Hirugami saw your matching frowns right now, he would probably laugh.

“Good.”

“Great.” And then Korai couldn’t take it anymore. Curse you and your sweet red cheeks. He put his hands on the sides of your face, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin, and the second he saw how your expression softened, he pulled you in for a kiss.

Fortunately, Hirugami didn’t miss this part. He chuckled under his breath and shook his head before leaving the gym. “Finally.”

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Haikyuu Boys and Their Scent

A/N: I went out shopping with friends to a market and passed by candles and lotions along with perfumes and thought about Haikyuu characters and what they would smell like in my view. I enjoyed writing this and I might do this to other characters too. Enjoy these everybody these are just Headcannons on what I think they’d smell like. List: Miyagi Boys, Tokyo Boys, [Here]

Inarazaki

Aran: Ginger, Clove, and Lemon Kita: Cedarwood, Patchouli, Balsam Wood, and Vanilla Ren: Guava, Peach, and Lychee Atsumu: Bergamot, Neroli, and Orange Osamu: Tonka, Amaretto, and Musk Ginijima: Apple, Lemon, Lime, and Grape Suna: Lemon Zest, Lime, Lemon grass, and Malt Riseki: Grape-Jasmine, Violet, and Strawberry-Geranium Akagi: Brandywine, Raspberry, and Rose Kosaku: Vanilla, Caramel, Sandalwood

Kamomedai

Hoshiumi: Orange peel, Blueberry, Lemon Zest Hirugami: Blackberry, spun sugar, milky notes

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