#I still really love Haikyuu (the track) though

[vulpiximisa]

The Haikyuu theme but every season it just gets faster

[kuroppiii]

HI HIHIII!! i have a silly request if you dont mind ×_×

there are a few haikyuu boys with longer hair (kenma, bokuto(?) etc.) and i wanted to see some reactions if gn!reader were to put pigtails in their hair heheheh

idk if this is more of headcanons than a drabble but youre the writer so please choose what u think is right T_T

fluff pleaseee >3< thats it!!!! cheers ro!!! laters!!!!

- 🍸 (begging for this emoji pretty pretty please with a huge cherry on top)

  hairdresser ᵕ̈        hq boys ( kenma , bokuto ,        kuroo , sakusa , asahi , yamaguchi ,        suna ) x gn reader ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : putting long-haired   ⋮⋮  hq boys in pigtails

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💬 kuroppiii ─ “ hello my new 🍸 anon (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ this idea is SO CUTE tysm for suggesting it . sorry it took a bit but i did both hcs and drabbles , just for you xoxo ”

︴kozume kenma ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

he doesn't know why you want to but he lets you anyway

i'd say, in high school at least, he doesn't really put his hair up (obvi since he doesn't do it during matches) because he doesn't know how he feels about how it makes him look in public

but when he's at home he'll def put it up if it's getting in his way of his video games

he actually has hairties strewn about his room, but for some reason they're like all different brands lol

"sometimes i run out and just grab the first one i see getting off the train."

you grab one that's hanging off the corner of his pc

"pfft didn't know you liked kuromi like that"

"oh that... that actually came from a set with a my mel tie..."

so OF COURSE you track down the my melody pair and start to comb through his blonde hair

he plays a game but asks you what his next moves should be in-game now and then to stay engaged with you, as you sit behind him and pigtail his hair

tbh i think his hair would feel dead af from the bleach as you style it but its ok you still love him!!!

"okay, done!" you open up your phone camera and hold it out in front of kenma. he quickly pauses his game and lightly grasps your hand holding the phone as he checks himself out.

"hm... i look ridiculous," he chuckles, "i look like a 5-year-old girl."

"yeah i don't think kuromi and my mel are helping with that, either," you joke. kenma shakes his head around for the two pigtails to swing about his head, the little character charms on the hairties clinking about and making you burst out in laughter. you try to line up your phone to take a picture of him, but he catches you in the act.

he gently swats your arm away and swaps the phone in your hand with his hand in the process, "babe, noo."

"just one? please?" you pry.

he shakes his head and takes your hand up to his lips, kissing it but mumbling out against it a firm...

"no."

"ken."

his eyes are still glued to the screen...

"no."

"with a cherry on top?"

he turns and leaves a quick kiss on your lips, looking into your eyes before whispering...

"no."

despite all his protests, though, rest assured you walked away that night with a new photo in your favorites album: kenma covering his face with his controller with the purple and pink sanrio bunnies holding up two blonde pigtails on the top of his head.

but that was inevitable, he could never resist his baby for too long.

︴bokuto kōtarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"anything you want babe!!"

anything to spend time with his favorite person

theres too much fucking gel in his hair so you send him to the bathroom to water it down a bit

he comes out with his hair all wet and dripping and over his eyes screaming

"um, kō... did you even dry your- your hair...? baby it's getting all over the floor"

"oh! oh yeah, sorry about that babe, i'll do that right now for you"

but you see a glint in his pretty golden eyes

the fucking brat

he shakes his head like a dog, hitting you with water and you squeal at him to "go use a towel, idiot!"

nonetheless, once you put him in pigtails, he takes a look at the grey and black sprigs coming out from his head in the reflection of his phone screen and can't help but let out a hearty laugh

"this is great y/n, do another one on me, wouldy'a?"

"wait, really?"

"yes! plus, you like this stuff, right? if you're having fun then make me beautiful, beautiful."

he lets you take a few pictures before you hand him your phone to look for other hairstyles, & he takes the phone with a quick kiss to your lips

he scrolls on your phone trying to find a new hairstyle to have you do as you start undoing the ponytails on his head. his hair dried a bit while the pigtails were in, so you run your hand through his hair and ruffle it up a little bit to get rid of the indent the hairties made.

"oh! what about this one," bokuto beams, holding up a pinterest pin of a manbun, "do you think i got enough hair for you to do it?"

you take your phone back to get a better look at it as bokuto tries to gather up as much of his hair in his two hands and hold it up in an... attempt at a manbun.

you look at him and feel laughter bubble up in your chest, but you manage to make out a, "well we can certainly try, kō."

"really? can we?" he smiles at you. you nod and bokuto dives in to kiss you through your giggling. after a moment, you feel the still-damp ends of his hair fall to brush against your forehead, as his hands go from holding his makeshift manbun up to gently holding the face of his one and only love.

︴kuroo tetsurō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

yeah no this loser definitely has a thing when it comes to people touching his hair

like a DEFENSIVE thing bc no one can convince me it's NOT the longest part of his morning routine

so it takes some convincing but he finally caves bc it's you the love of his life

"fine! but just this once!"

once again, gotta water down the gel

but this time he's like,,, weirdly embarrassed?? and shy?? and cute?? about the fact you're seeing him with his hair wet and undone like this

"baby you cannot tell anyone you saw me like this"

"aww but tetsu you look just as handsome like that"

"ok so we're lying now, i see how it is"

so you sit crossed-legged in front of each other on the floor, and you have him hold the comb and hairties

he sits there all pouty as he has to bend down a bit for you to reach his hair bc he's so tall end me

NO PICTURES!!! the bastard even tries to hide your phone

"tetsu! give it back!" you complain. you've crawled into his lap and yet his arm still holds your phone too high up and out of your reach. "i swear i won't post it anywhere–just one picture, please?"

"absolutely not!" he says through a chuckle. he cranes his neck up and uses your phone to look at his own reflection. he groans at the sight of his spikey locks sticking out from the two pigtails on his head.

"babe," he whines, "this is really messing with my self image."

"yeah right, as if the rest of you isn't literally perfect."

"not true! as long as my hair is concerned right now. but y'know what?" he finally brings your phone back down to his side but holds the side of your face with his free hand.

"what," you deadpan, before trying to quickly grab your phone back. but to your dismay, he holds it out behind his back and out of your reach once again as he continues.

"i'd feel a bit better if i could get a kiss. just a little one," he mumbles with that shit-eating grin you can't help but love, "who knows, maybe i'll feel so much better that i can give your phone back."

"and let me take a picture?" you ask hopefully.

he looks into your eyes and starts to caresses your cheekbone with his thumb, "well... that might depend on how good this kiss goes, yeah?"

least to say you got your photo, and then some other perks while you were at it.

︴sakusa kiyoomi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

"omi, i don't think i've ever seen you with your hair up–"

"i put it up when i have to clean."

"oh right!"

you just never noticed because he wears a little bandana on top of it too cutie pie

but when you ask to put his curls in two little pigtails it takes a little bit of convincing

no one's ever really touched his hair before

he's the biggest sucker for you though so eventually he lets you have your way with him

and surprisingly, he feels so loved having his hair played with by your beautiful self and you just look so cute as you do it and you talk to him about the most generic things that this guy starts to get antsy

like i'm talking hands all over your legs and waist as you're sitting in front of him and as he's starting at you with literal heart eyes

he just needs to hold you you're so adorable to him rn

you can really see his two beauty marks with his hair pulled up and you give them a little kiss when you're finished

"look at him komori," you coo, facing sakusa's phone camera toward him with his cousin on the other end of the line. you had called komori to show off your work, but sakusa couldn't care less as he clings to you now that you're finally finished doing his hair.

"wow cous', this is definitely a new look for you," the brunette giggles through the phone. sakusa tries to hide his face in your neck and groans,

"don't you have anything better to do, motoya? bye."

and with that, sakusa takes hold of your hand and hangs up the call on his phone.

"i quite like it, omi! your cousin agrees with me too," you tease. sakusa can't help but chuckle lightly as his arms wrap around your torso tighter. you can feel the smile creep onto his lips against the skin of your collarbone.

"yeah, whatever. we can do this more often, i guess," he sighs, "the you-playing-with-my-hair thing, not the my-cousin-being-involved thing, mind you."

︴azumane asahi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

omg shut up i will always have a soft spot for this man

ofc since his hair is very much on the long side, he already puts his hair up in a simple ponytail or the occasional manbun from time to time

so yes he agrees to the idea when you bring it up, even if it’s a different style than he’s accustomed to

he didn't think it was gonna be that much of a big deal, after all, he's tied his own hair thousands of times

what he didn’t realize, however, is how different the experience is when you’re the one combing your hands through his hair MMMM

he's absolute putty in your hands shut upppp

deliberately pulls out some strands so you have to sit there and play with his hair longer

"love i think you missed a spot."

"i literally saw you pull that piece out."

he’s between your legs on the floor as you sit on the couch, the volleyball highlights he was watching on his phone still running but now long-forgotten. he uncontrollably tilts his head back with every move you make as you run your hands along his hair, parting it and smoothing it down where necessary.

“‘sahi stop moving,” you giggle. all he can do is hum in bliss as you try to get his hair together amidst him leaning into your touch every other second.

"love, is the first one done yet?" he asks innocently, eyes closed, as if his scheming hasn't costed you an extra 20 minutes or so trying to fix his hair up.

"just keep watching your highlights and keep your head still!" you plea with a hairtie between your teeth, finally managing to gather one half of his hair into a ponytail. and just as you were ready to stretch the hairtie out and make the first loop around the bunch of wavy brown hair that you had in your hand, asahi just so happens to readjust how he's sitting beneath you, making some locks fall out from your grasp.

"asahi!" you let go off the hair and draw out a frustrated sigh. you can hear him chuckle as he leans his head against your thigh, turning his head to look up at you.

his hand is already guiding your dejected one back towards his hair, "oops, sorry angel. i guess you'll have to start all over again."

︴yamaguchi tadashi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

how could he ever say no to you

i think esp senior captain!tadashi started on the habit of tying his hair back for games hot, so he actually does have a few hair ties on hand

but if you use hairties you KNOW he keeps some of yours on his own wrist in case you ever need one (🤭), even if not using them on your own hair like right now

he’s very well behaved as he sits on the toilet seat while you stand in front of him between his legs and get to work

the little piece of hair that sticks out from the top of his head is a pain in the ass tho

every time you think you've successfully smoothed it down, it springs back up again

meanwhile to pass the time, his hands rest on your hips as he asks you about your day, about what shows you’ve been watching recently—anything under the sun

"what happened then? tell me more sweetheart."

in the lulls of your conversation you can feel his thumbs lovingly glide back and forth along your hips im dying i love him

you stand behind yamaguchi in the cramped bathroom, him hunched over the sink as he observes himself and the new look you’ve given him.

you watch him through the mirror as he holds back a smile. his hand reaches about to touch the points at which the tips of his olive hear sprig out from the pigtails of your doing, his stomach peeking out from his worn out white tshirt as it lifts a little at the careful movements he makes.

he finally breaks the silence “yeah… i wouldn’t go out like this anytime soon.”

the two of you can’t help but burst out in laughter, at how ridiculous he looks and the ridiculous way you two have just passed the evening. the sound echoes along the tiled walls of the bathroom.

as your laughter dies down, yamaguchi turns and wraps those same arms that were poking at the pigtails in his hair, around your waist.

he pulls you close, “but they look good, love. maybe just not for me."

you look up at him and he swears he can see a universe of stars in your eyes, "you really think so tada? they were kind of rushed..."

"of course!" he leans his forehead to yours and touches his nose to yours, "maybe we can open a hair salon for you to hone your skills."

his comment makes you giggle, and he can't help but lean in closer to give your smiling lips a quick peck.

︴suna rintarō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

you knew the only way you could achieve getting pigtails on this guy was by ambushing him

"zzz.."

so as he's dozed off on the bed, you slowly maneuver your way behind him

mf's a heavy sleeper so you eventually realize you actually don't have to be super gentle as you pull his hair into two little ponytails

his hair's already parted down the middle so it's pretty easy

goddamn is his hair silky smooth

you gotta ask for what products he uses bc holy shit why's he been gatekeeping them from you

i feel like his hair is long enough that actually they kind of sag down once you put them up in little curves coming out the top of his head like a bunny!!

but just as you're looping the hairtie one more time around the second pigtail, you accidentally pull on it a bit too hard and it quickly snaps against the top of his head ouch lmao

suna groans as he starts to shift and stir awake at the feeling of his head getting bonked. you have to restrain yourself from laughing as he absent-mindedly reaches back to see who it is that woke him up from his nap, hand slowly patting down your side. even through his sleepy haze, he can tell it's you and he lightly hums in contentment before turning around and engulfing you in his arms.

"sorry, rin, i didn't mean to wake you," you whisper.

for a brief moment as he's cuddling into you, he opens an eye to see your face. though you were trying hard to contain them, your laughter starts to escape between your upturned lips and suna's brows furrow in confusion. what's so funny?

he leans back again to find his phone on the bedside table and you watch as he catches a glimpse of his new hairdo before he can check the time.

all you hear is him mumbling something along the lines of, "you're something else," before he's plopping his phone down onto the sheets and he's tucking his head under your chin.

the two pigtails tickle your face like feathers as your ears begin to pick up on the sound of light snores as suna peacefully dozes off once again.

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

i also think he has really silky hair duh but he's definitely shared what products he uses with you

in fact he asks that you use some of the products from his bathroom when you tie his hair

"gotta do these locks justice, baby."

the whole time he's got a little smile on his face, mf is having the time of his life–getting his hair done and being close with the most precious person in the world to him? uhhh YES

he highkey whines about you pulling at his hair tho

"owwiee"

"oh suck it up tōru."

offers to do your hair as well crying

very gentle as he combs through your hair, too!! shit's calming asf, him humming a little tune as you tell him about your day and he lovingly runs his hands through your hair

when he's done doing your hair you take selfies together on his phone

definitely makes one of them his new phone background

pigtails out of yours and oikawa's hair, you're cleaning up the products and hairties scattered across the bedsheets when you accidently brush over the screen of oikawa's phone. the screen lights up with one of the photos you just took with him: you both winking at the camera with pigtails sticking out from the tops of your heads. there's some digital stickers he selected scattered about the photo, as well (a lot of hearts and flowers). he's in another room getting the two of you a snack.

"tōru! can you come over here real quick?"

you hear the pitter-patter of his footsteps as he rushes back to you with chips and drink cans in his hands, "what's up, precious?"

his phone in your hand, you hold it up to him for the screensaver to appear again, "are you serious? did you have to pick this one?"

at that instant he doubles over in laughter, so much so he embraces his arms around your head and falls onto the mattress again, making you both lay down next to each other. he moves his hands to hold your face, "what, why such the long face? you don't like it?"

"no... it's just that everyone who picks up your phone is gonna see it now," you explain, starting to laugh yourself because this boy's laugh is irresistibly contagious.

he leans in to give butterfly kisses to your nose, "yeah, that's kind of the point my love. want everyone to know how happy i am when i'm with you. don't we look so happy in that picture?"

you roll your eyes and reach up to play with his hair again as you two lay there in love, "i guess. but i can't believe you look better in pigtails than i do!"

"i look good a lot of the time," he jokes. his eyes drift down to your lips and after a beat, he presses his lips to yours briefly.

"but not even i can be more beautiful as you are all of the time."

[takes1]

daichi x track team!reader meet-cute

this was really fun and cute to write. love me some daichi. working on an osamu request rn!

warnings. none / sfw info. sfw / fluff / fem!reader / daichi being handsome / sweet daichi / first-year!reader / track team!reader / scaredy-cat asahi / daichi smells good / big hands thirst / 1.6k words 🤍haikyuu collection more links. my ao3 / masterlist / requests open!

"Hey! Volleyball team! Let me see your Captain!"

Many different tones and sing-songy renditions of 'Daichi' sounded, even though he was already crossing the lanes to speak to the track Coach. He waved off his high-spirited team, sparing a glance back to their light warm-up that he left Nishinoya to lead.

Asahi and Suga jumped over to the grass in the center of the field, but Daichi was just stepping into Lane 1 when you came barreling down:

"GET OFF THE TRACK!!" You bellowed with what little air you could afford.

It came out heartless, but with all fairness, was completely called for. This was about to be a PR, you could feel it in your bones.

Daichi stumbled out of the way just in time- he felt a whip of air from your force a second after you were gone, many meters around the curve of the track and gaining distance between yourself and your partner.

The Coach's belly-laughing brought his heart back down.

He tore his eyes away from you and laughed at the situation, much softer and carrying more relief in its resonance.

Of course, a minute after he just grilled his team on staying out of all lanes except for the last two, he gets nearly trampled.

Just now feeling Asahi's iron grip on his upper arm, he patted his fearful friend to reality.

"Man," Asahi blew a shaky breath, "Track girls are so intense!"

Your Coach kept laughing at your ferocity and resolve to not slow down in the face of a great, hulking obstacle in your way.

Suga put his hands on his hips and craned to look at you halfway across the track, snickering, "She was definitely out to get you, buddy!"

He turned to see you already on the other side of the track, in front of your competition by a narrow gap.

"I know she's little, but-" He shuddered at the jet-like wind on his face, "It felt like I was about to get shot, or something."

"That's our (L/n)! She's a pretty promising first-year. On scholarship."

Daichi raised his brows and nodded slowly, impressed, watching you finish 15 meters in front of the guy you were racing.

"Just isn't..." He seethed. They all watched you stumble and wobble to a walk. "-Very polished yet."

You looked a bit pale- chest rapidly rising and falling as you stammered to a pained limp, holding your side. You leaned over the grass, hands on your knees.

"'Ey! Hands over your head (L/n)!! Keep walki- Great."

The Coach began to jog over with superior knowledge.

Daichi scratched his face and looked away as you threw up-- his polite, averted gaze fell to Hinata, who was finishing his race against Kageyama; pale, stumbling, putting his hands over his knees.

"Hinata! Don't-!" He did the same thing all over the concrete. There went a whole lane they needed for practice.

Now they were down to one and Hinata was put out for the time being. Daichi was just a bit too slow on the uptake.

"Hey-!," You were pouring water on the top of your head, one hand on your hip, making your way towards Daichi. Asahi moved back a little, but bumped into Suga and had to stay put.

"'M sorry for yelling at you, man," A glance back to your Coach to make sure he was watching you apologize.

You looked between all of them, still peeved that they were getting in the way when they just got here. "But- seriously."

They all tensed. Some little shrimp being upfront and rude was the last thing they were expecting when they got the chance to train somewhere different. It put a huge damper on their light mood.

Daichi picked up on it quick. Despite everyone being shocked you were so straightforward with their Captain, he stayed cool and carefree with a calculated response.

"Sorry about that, I've already told the team to stay out of your lanes."

Team. I've. 'I've told... the team.' You glanced around again, brain slow to put the pieces together with all the endorphins jumping back and forth. You shook your head with a laugh.

Man, these guys were giant. It hurt your neck to look up at all of them. They all had long arms and legs.

"Wait-wait, you're the... volleyball team. And you're--," You motioned to him with a thrust of your bottle, face steadily sinking, then retracted it slowly, "Oh my god, I'm so sorry."

Your Captain was crystal clear at the start of practice, emphasizing how important it would be to show courtesy and respect to the Boys' Volleyball Team, since they agreed to share the track today for some joint training.

You made yourself a lot smaller being so apologetic.

"It's okay! It's okay, really, I was right in your way!"

"Oh, maaan," You looked back at your Coach, speaking to your Captain with a not-so-subtle head jerk in your direction, "Oh, fuck..."

Daichi's fast reaction left you shocked and standing alone, a bit weak in the knees, as he jogged over with a friendly, distracting wave to the pair.

You were so fucked. A first-year, yelling at the Captain of another team?

The last time you were in trouble, you got drilled so hard your teammates were scraping you off the concrete like a piece of chewed bubblegum. All you did then was line up the starting blocks backwards.

This? This was a cardinal sin.

The air was starting to feel cold again and when you turned to look at the team he left behind, they were all looming over you like a bunch of titans, ruminating all the ways they would crush you, cook you up, and eat you for dinner. The hair on the back of your neck went stock-straight and you felt your legs start to wobble.

Now your Captain was looking around Daichi with a violent, ruthless glare.

She pointed at you with a firm, crooked finger, mouthed something, then pointed at the ground. You gave a choked sound and slowly put some distance between yourself and the group of giants.

Your Coach's voice was a godsend and the guilty gavel all in one, "(L/n)! Run some 400s 'till I'm tired!"

"Moving!!!" You dropped your bottle where you stood and quickly sprinted away. The more distance between yourself and this judge, jury, executioner shit, the better.

The next morning you had to be convinced by multiple alarms to get out of bed. Your core, quads, calves, shins, ankles, hips-- they were all useless as you dragged your own body to your classroom.

You took the corner slowly because it was simply all you could do, but smashed the side of your face straight into a firm chest.

There was no give, and certainly no question that you were falling first when your legs decided this was the opportune time to give up.

You began to crumble to the floor like a sack of sand, papers flying out of the beat-up notebook in your arms.

"Watch where you're going--!"

The transgressor barely grabbed your wrist, popping it in the process, which gave you a moment to catch his.

Wide, terrified eyes flew up to an pair of kind, deep brown eyes and soft, forgiving, somewhat charmed smile.

You let go at once, opting for a cold, hard hit to your aching glutes instead of being seen anywhere near this handsome, bad-luck charm again.

"We keep just keep bumping into each other," Daichi- you learned his name after having to run a mile for each of the letters- chuckled and lifted you to your feet despite your protests with a startling ease.

Just for a moment, it felt like you were floating, finally a break off of your twitchy legs.

You stumbled forward again, onto his big shoulder, and he gave an apologetic smile, just as hunky as the last, when he realized why you were so clumsy.

His grip firmed at your waist to keep you steady. A bit warm and jittery at the motion, you smoothed out your shirt where his big hands wrinkled it once he let go.

"Thank you," You mumbled, all confidence dissipating when he leaned down to hear you, "For trying to save me."

Another chuckle. He was pretty easy-going, you learned. It helped your nerves when he bent to pick up your scattered papers.

"It's the least I could do," He held his hand up to keep you from leaning down, "Stop- stop, you must be so sore-,"

You blushed hard at his concern and his huge, rough hand. Volleyball guys were super hot.

"It's my fault you got in trouble," Daichi handed you a neat stack of papers.

The bell sounded, a gentle but dreadful reminder that you wouldn't be able to amble your way to your classroom without being late.

"Where's your class? I'll walk you over," He smiled. No bad blood. No worries.

This guy was a breath of fresh air.

It was the best 70 seconds of your day, having a strong arm around your waist, holding a third of your weight while he carried your bag over his opposite shoulder. He smelled like cotton and green tea, his voice a smooth and reassuring presence that quieted your frantic mind.

The late bell rang just as he deposited you at the door. At this point, you didn't want to go to class anymore. He handed you your bag with a kind smile.

"See ya this afternoon."

Your plans to skip practice today were entirely foiled in just four words. You had to see him much more than you needed your legs in operable condition.

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[kmixer]

stargazing

☆ Tsukishima Kei x fem! reader!

☆ Fluff

☆ sumary: Tsuki gets dragged by his girlfriend to go stargazing. He first doesn't really know what to do, then just stare at some "dumb" stars, but later on, he really begins to enjoy it.

"comon Tsu!" You said dragging him by the hand. You were really excited because the sky was open! That means no cloud was going to be seen, and you could see the stars very well.

"Slow down, you'll pull my arm off like that!" Tsukishima said annoyed, he loves you dearly, but sometimes you're so annoying. "Where are you taking me anyway?"

"Outside of course!" you said exitingly. "i don't want to miss this opportunity for gold!" You said opening the door to go outside and stopping ur tracks, making Tsukishima accidently pump into you.

"What is with yo-" Tsukishima stops with talking and looks at your expression, and then to where you're looking at. "woah, yellow dots" He said mockingly.

"Ugh, you're so boring" You say, walking over to the grass and sitting down on it. "comon don't be extra boring and just stand there, come here and sit" you said, patting the space next to you.

Tsuki groaned but did what you told him to and sat down next to you. "So we are going to stare and yellow dots, and you say i'm boring. Hun you need serious help"

"Oh, shut up and just watch the stars! Look how pretty they are!" You say, looking up, ignoring his comment about that they're just yellow dots

You lean back and let your back hit the grass behind you. You let out a big sign of relaxation. "haa, this is great" you say, smiling up at the sky.

"You're weird. How did we get into a relationship again?" Tsuki said jokingly. "Ah right, you confessed your love to me and-" he couldn't speak any further because you cut him off.

"HUH!? What!? I confessed to you?! nu uh it was you who confessed to me! You lying dinosaur" You said, sitting up and acting dramatic.

You two went on and on arguing about it, and after a few minutes, you two huffed and stopped as you placed yourself with ur back in the grass again.

"Don't you wanna lay down?" You ask Tsuki, glancing at him, watching the sky dumbfounded.

"and get insects in my hair, no way in hell i'll do that" He said, giving you a side eye and looking back at the sky.

"Nawh comon!" you said, pulling him into your arms. "You're such a big softie, just like a titanasaurus" you said, laughing

"it's titanosaurus, and i am not" He said, grunting when he hit the ground as you wrapped your arms around him.

"You know what i mean, now just lay down and relax. Look at the stars they'll help with relaxing." You say, giving a peek on his head, laughing at him when he becomes red.

After a few minutes, you feel him relax fully in your arms as he also wraps his arms around you. "At least let me be the big spoon" He said, mumbling as you giggle and let him be the big spoon.

You two watch the stars and suddenly you see a star figure you regognize. "look thats the little bear! and beside it is the big bear!" You say enthousiastic.

"Why would they name it that even though it doens't even look like it?" Tsukishima said, dumbfounded, looking at the star figures. "Who knows, but they're pretty right?" You ask him. "yea i guess"

and hour passes by, and Tsukihima is still awake. He glances at your direction and sees that you fell asleep. He grins at the sight of your relaxed breathing, and now you head leaning against his chest.

"how cute" he said as he slowly moved to pick you up really trying not to wake you. When he successfully did, he walked back inside and placed you on a nearby couch. He grabs a blanket and lays it over you. He smiles down at you and gives you a soft kiss on the lips.

"Sleepwel, my love"

Hello everyone, i wanted to write a ff about haikyuu bc i already wrote 2 of MHA. I chose a fluff ff about Tsuki bc HES SO UNDERRATED. DINO BOY NEEDS MORE ATTENTION WHOS WITH ME?!

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Yours. | One shoot

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An original Haikyuu! AU Pairing Sakusa Kiyoomi and a female oc (I haven't thought of a name, so she is all of you female readers)

short desc. just thinking of post time skip Sakusa meeting the girl of his dream who is a reporter ??? (idk that came out of nowhere) and... I'm bad at describing my work properly so um... expect yourself to find some hopeless romantic trace, cringe-worthy remarks, and a little toe-curling smut at the end - and so, i wish you all good luck bearing with my work. heh heh.

⚠️warning!! 18+ Minors DNI. NSFW content ⚠️

word counts. 13107 words, good luck :)

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Yours

Supposedly, Sakusa couldn’t possibly remember the last time he favored gatherings, people, and things that would eventually connect him to the public. The search for the word attention had long been eliminated in his terms. If only, that day he did not stop for an interview.

It was the first interview he had ever done in his terms being someone who genuinely hates being put in the spotlight. It was nothing, Sakusa just felt that he had no place in society other than a position as an opposite hitter on a volleyball team... anyway, getting back to the talk, well, actually his first interview was not as what of a disaster as he pictured it.

His first interview was still so vivid in his memory to this day: why he agreed to one (all because of that idiot Atsumu and a particularly tangerine-haired shorty), about the questions, his answers, and most importantly, the who part.

If only he did not stop for that one interview, perhaps his mind would be a little quieter these days.

It was because of a sports reporter for a national television channel that his mind turned into somewhere too noisy for him to hide from the world.

His monotonous and comfortable world fell into a massive transition since the intersection brought them. And don’t get it wrong, Sakusa is one of the many who don’t believe in love at first sight, to tell the truth he would gladly abuse the idea. He would a thousand times rather believe in how good luck charms work than believe in such clichés, until that damned unidentified, unfamiliar oddness struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Logically speaking, she wasn’t really the prettiest girl he had ever seen. And instead of wearing a revealing outfit like some of the reporters on their flirty attempt to get an interview with him, she just wore a track jacket.  Track jacket sets, navy blue in color, white sneakers, a small black watch on the left wrist, hair tied in a ponytail and her hair wasn’t something that of a distinguishing tangerine color though she has some bangs, ideally parted just right, her eyes are the same color as her hair which was deep brown, and less make up. If he would say something, compared to most female reporters that he had ever seen, she almost looks like someone who was forced to do an interview yet there is something very bothering about her.

Something about her was just irresistible.

She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet she knew how to carry herself. She was not the most beautiful woman he has ever seen, yet her eyes whisper of forgotten familiarity. She was not the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, yet when she laughed, it was as if there was a sprinkle of amusement in the air, and before he knew it, his smile unfolded.

From then on, his head never stopped fussing about her. And on the question “Do you have a girlfriend, Sakusa Senshu?” During his second interview with her, Sakusa’s answer came with a firm, “No.”

That was definitely not for the public. Rather, the answer was for her. To let her know that Sakusa Kiyoomi was single, and perhaps, she could consider that.

Another thing about this woman was that she was a professional at her job. Her eyes never went to check on him when the camera was off, but instead, it was Sakusa’s hobby to steal glances in her direction until one time on an off-air interview session that he voluntarily accepted, the PD suggested that they talked with each other while waiting for the set to be ready.

Her gaze then met his, for the first time, behind the wall that they were two professionally connected.

Her smile unfolded, acknowledgement. Her head bowed, politeness and formality. Her voice warm, pleasantries. Then she turns to the PD to say, “I think I know enough about Sakusa Senshu for there is more left,”

She laughed. How sweet. She has a good laugh. He likes that.

“There is though,” Sakusa said.

Her eyes were on his, before briefly glancing at the staff and returning, “You have a question?”

Sakusa didn’t bother answering that one. Purely an impulse from within him prompted by his inadequacy in small talk, his question was blunt, “Do you have a boyfriend?”

He had enough time to see the gradual change on her face just like how she had enough time to take his question in before reacting.

“Oh?” Her voice low, followed by a small nods before, “No.”

The answer came after some consideration, or perhaps confusion—he didn’t know, don’t ask him whatever. He’s never really good at this kind of stuff in the first place.

Sakusa nodded.

“Why do you ask?” She asked, her gaze on him.

“To make sure,” Sakusa said.

He saw the slight change in her eyes to his words, like something flickering, and didn’t miss it.

“That means, I can get your number without a problem, right?”

Her answer came a little too late for it to be, “Um... yeah... I’ll give you my business card later,” then her smile unfolded just as the frown in her brows, but something about it amusing to the sight, “when we’re done.”

Sakusa hummed. His gaze did not leave even though she already did. He didn’t hide the way he looked at her curiously, studying every inch of her face that wasn’t pretty but somehow wouldn’t leave his head silent every night ever since. When her eyes returned to him briefly, Sakusa hadn’t left, reluctant to.

****

The station corridor is where she gave her business card as promised. Her smile unfolded, but this time it was a little awkward when her hand gave it to Sakusa. Rather than her business card, Sakusa lingered on her eyes and everything he could capture on her face.

And perhaps feeling too much of a stare, she frowned and asked, “What is it?”

“Hm?”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

Sakusa shook his head. His eyes leaving as he felt something in his stomach reacting, uncommonly but not uncomfortable, odd yet amusing— who put some damn butterfly and asked them to flap their stupid wings there? He didn’t bother hiding his broken smile, why would he?

“Why are you smiling?”

Her eyes to him, his smile gradually leaving yet it somehow lingered in his eyes, in contrast to the seriousness he masked himself with.  

“Why? You don’t like that?”

He waited quite a while for her answer, and in that long time their eyes locked, captivating each other, and spoke to each other in a language that was easier to understand. Yet then her answer was a rejection.

“Hm.”

She got him.

****

Sakusa knew that she was lying. Obviously she lied when she said she didn’t  like it when he smiled, because otherwise she wouldn’t have been here to see him on the weekend.

To be honest, she could have refused in many ways. Immediately rejecting him outright when he proposes this whatever date, canceling the appointment at the last minute, or pretending to have forgotten about their plans. But instead, the same woman who said that she didn’t like his smile, showed up in a pretty dress, hair styled differently, smelling a little more sweeter, and some hints of makeup on her face.

It was during their first meeting behind the what-so-called professional wall that all the things that seemed to be silenced breaking free, evident through gazes. Suddenly, Sakusa was no longer a stranger to conversation. He suddenly forgets that in general, he genuinely hates conversations, especially those that are called small talk, stupid pleasantries. However, who was he to choose? Before him is a sure thing.

It was also during these encounters that he became familiar with clichés such as questions about the weather, about complimenting the taste of coffee after the first sip or also when seduction was channeled through gazes, and some new things that had never been taught to him. And the one enlightened him the most, was that when he complimented her on her looks, her eyes went to other places but his that then another smile unfolded. 

His heart pounding in joy, a long rhythm of comfort and celebration, yet desperate to jump into her hands, wanting to be held. 

It was clear that the more time passed into something old and decrepit, everything that was done was thick with every element of deliberation.

Sakusa returns to his more accustomed silent self, letting his eyes convey his feelings to each second that is left to tick on its own. His eyes on her, her eyes on him, three, six, nine seconds... isn’t it easy to fall in love? Then after enough of looking at each other as they enjoyed the ecstasy of falling in love, they left each other being even sure of what they wanted.

Sakusa’s smile unfolded when he returned to obviously watching her. The woman, intrigued by his gaze, frowned and didn’t forget to smile back at him as her hand put her cup down.

“What?” She asked, and Sakusa shook his head.

Her brow furrowed, and her gaze on him, as if demanding an answer that was obvious between the two of them. Sakusa is clearly reluctant to compromise, a man of few words yet his eyes speak a variety of languages that she can easily understand. But at times, Sakusa can also be the most vocal and outspoken person she’s probably ever known, and an example of this is when he bluntly asks:

“You don’t have a boyfriend?” he asked, incredulous. 

His words were like a spark, igniting a flame of amusement in her. She laughed, the sound spilling like a cascade over the rim of her coffee cup. 

“Are you really asking that?” she countered, still chuckling. 

His tone and eyes flat, yet flickered with amusement, “What else am I supposed to be asking, then? I’m not a reporter,”

Sakusa Kiyoomi is definitely not a sweet talker. His words would be thicker with sarcasm or teasing rather than smooth remarks which was probably something she sought from men. And amused by his sarcasm, as if all too familiar with it, the woman smiled.

“Of course,” she said. “Rather than asking questions, you’re someone more used to answering, aren’t you, Sakusa Senshu?”

Sakusa smiled, drunk in the way she played her tone and words just right. He hummed in agreement.

Her eyes returned to him just before she started, “There’s something else, like perhaps am I your type, or something like that…” 

He liked it when her eyes momentarily returned to half-heartedly trying to explain a misunderstanding. 

“Well I am clearly not your type,” she mused, her lips quirking in a smirk. He liked it more how she decided to keep  things the way it is the next second, clearly not hiding the seduction in her sarcasm. She is a quick-learner, and he loves it when she takes his remarks and plays it like she owns it. 

Sakusa didn’t miss a beat. “And what makes you think you’re not my type?” he shot back, a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. 

There was a beat of silence between them, each gauging the other’s reaction. The tension was palpable but not uncomfortable. Finally, leaning his head into his palm prompting the arm of the chair, that damned question slipped out of his mouth mindlessly.

“Am I your type?” he asked, his voice soft and calm, knowing what it could cause in what was to come between them.

His eyes didn’t left any movement she made since the question came, as if anchoring her in his gaze and telling her that there was nowhere to hide from something so unspokenly obvious in the air.

But sipping her coffee was her way of hiding. Winning the silence that was Sakusa’s territory was also her way of avoiding the hand that had almost caught her. How he didn’t bother hiding his feelings from her eyes was a victory for her instead, at least to prolong this little catch-me-if-you-can until the last thread of his despair snapped.

Then after quite some log of stealing much of his time, and enough consideration to decide how much she wanted to reveal, she met Sakusa’s gaze head-on as she set the cup down. 

“No,” she said simply, her voice matter-of-fact. 

Sakusa’s lips stretched into a grin. “Liar,” he accused playfully, voice low and gentle.  

She shrugged, the motion fluid and relaxed. “It’s true, though,” she said, meeting his eyes again, this time smiling.

For a moment, they were both silent, simply regarding each other over the rims of their coffee cups.

Sakusa was the one breaking the silence, asking, “What’s your type, then?”

She locked him in her eyes, wooing him with her eyes yet rejecting him outright through a short, asserting answer, “Not you.”

Sakusa was not backing down, he took the challenge and stared right back. He hummed,  “Clearly,”

Just know that cupid did a very great job; they’re just testing their limits.

****

This time her dress was dark red, knee-length and quite covered, and her hair— oh, he didn’t know why women spent their money on stupid things like some big bow clips to wear on the back of their heads, but it gave the impression that they were lovers on their way to have brunch at a fancy restaurant— well, he would love to take her to one, it’s just, let him drink all of the moments during this stupid cringe-worthy date for a little longer, though. He wanted to know her in different ways, from different perspectives, through the traces her feet and fingers left in every corner of Shinjuku. Today it was Shinjuku, next week he could probably take her to Harajuku, then to Shibuya, then have dinner in Roppongi. Perfect.

On their way to a café, Sakusa had asked, “You mean what you say?”

She turned, “Which one?” smile lingering on her face, eyes searching.

Sakusa was silent for a while. Not considering what he wanted to say, rather, taking her in: the look in her eyes, her face, the full picture of her standing before him, halting and waiting for him to come with her, every bit of her in that moment he hung in silence. When his answer came, Sakusa hid a smile behind his flat tone, “That I’m not your type,”

Something just flickered in her eyes and he didn’t miss it.

He knew the answer. It’s just that asserting is important. Oh, and he had yet to add how lovely it was to see her trying to fool him despite the tenderness evident in her eyes.

“Am I still not your type?” Sakusa pressed, his tone laced with a hint of playfulness.

Her eyes on him, letting the silence take over, also letting Sakusa think that he was in control of the situation. Finally, she answered, a clear hum that made the stupid butterflies in his stomach go mad— seriously get the fuck out of there, he’s going to break a laugh.

A huffed laugh, amusing laugh, as he muttered, “Liar,”

She sighed, smiling, “Well, everyone needs a little distraction on weekends.”

“Oh? I’m being promoted as the little-distraction-on-weekends, I see.”

Her gaze on his and the world disappeared on their senses.

Sakusa was the first to break their eye contact as he walked ahead of her. 

“This way,” he said, as his hand opened the door and let her in.

It’s nothing, really. It’s just about two people connected in an unspoken desire, enjoying the sensation of falling into an endless abyss called love, fully aware of it, yet in terms where they are only two little fingers away from each other, they never turn to each other to express what is obvious. And just know when you see cupid with a deep frown on her brows, it’s because of these two.

“What about you, Sakusa Senshu?” she asked, sipping her coffee.

“What?”

Her eyes were everywhere but his when she asked, “your type, I mean.”

Her gaze returning, familiar with how Sakusa had waited and would remain so for some time before he answered.

“Red dress, a reporter,” he replied, immediately without hesitation.

Seconds ticked by in silence, their eyes still locked, but the silence was chased away by an amused huff of laughter. Her eyes returned to him when she finished exploring the other side of the cafe, her hand somewhere on her nose, still not recovering.

“It’s true, though,” Sakusa said, his eyes serious and sincere tracing her gaze, as far as she would allow.

She shook her head, “That’s the lie.”

“Really?” He retorted, amused.

She hummed.

“How would you know?”

Her eyes on his, and she smiled, “You like European women,”

Sakusa’s brows rose at her reply, his eyes trailing to her gaze slowly leaving his the second he decided to think about her words further.

He pulls backward in his head, traces back and quickly searches for something about European women then remembers that one time in an interview with some of the other Black Jackals players, Miya Atsumu, that muscle-brained stupid fox, blurted out a statement about how “Omi-kun likes blonde European women with sexy eyes,” when the reporter asked about their Ideal types. He remembered now.

The frown on his forehead was with a smile that spread across his face, amused. “You... Did you look for some things about me?”

Her eyes returned to him, a pause, and as if it took a lot of energy to say something, she took a deep breath, “Well, my job requires me to look for some things about some of the people I’m going to interview, like some key words and highlighted remarks for reference. And yes. Since you’re one of quite a few I’ve interviewed, I did. I did and I found out some things about you, a lot,"

Sakusa nodded, unconcerned with her overly convoluted explanation, “And if so, you also know that it wasn’t me. That was Miya,”

“Answering on your behalf,”

“Answering on my— no—”

“Since you’re mute,”

Sakusa stopped when she chuckled.

“I’m joking, okay?” She said.

“On which part?” He asked.

When she didn’t answer, Sakusa sighed. “Miya didn’t answer on my behalf,”

“I thought you were agreeing afterwards?” She retorted.

Which was true, “Yes– but,”

Meeting his gaze, her brows raised, “No buts.” She said.

Sakusa frowned, “What?”

“We don’t need buts, Sakusa Senshu,” she said, her smile sweet and thick with innuendo. “You don’t need to explain anything to me in the same way I don’t need to explain why you’re not my type."

“Well– logically speaking,” Sakusa agreed. His eyes on hers, she was sipping her coffee after shrugging playfully. 

“The last one’s incorrect,” he said. When her gaze returned, he continued, “you are my type.”

There was a missing beat before she retorted: a sigh like she was wincing as she closed her eyes and slightly scrunching her nose, “Too bad, I’m not even a European woman.” She looked him right in the eyes as she said, “and you are not my type to begin with.”

Sakusa laughed. He nodded, humming in agreement, “Keep doing that,” his words a gentle mutter of intrigue, “you’re doing a great job.”

She echoed him in a small laugh and returned to her coffee.

The silence that slipped itself between them was another face of comfort, and perhaps a distraction as she said. And in this long-lasting silence, Sakusa’sgaze doesn’t leave her. There was determination in his gaze; something about finding out more about her through the loudness of her silence, a tenderness that didn’t bother hiding, a certain amount of visible affection, and a hint of possessivity.

Shutting out the world was probably the wrong choice, and before he realized, they were being watched. And finally, someone interrupted.

Standing before him were a couple of girls, much younger than him, staring at him with heart eyes, almost drooling.

When he found out that they were Black Jackals fans as they started attacking him with questions about the clubs and the other player with familiar remarks, not to mention that they were getting closer and about to touch him, a horror threat to his privacy, Sakusa immediately went on high alert. His body was pulled away, and the frown on his forehead deepened when he had to cover his face and look away from the camera phone of one of them who was already happily taking a selfie with him.

Without thinking, he quickly grabbed her hand and led her out of the cafe. Then as they expected, the girls ran after them while shouting his name hysterically. They could still keep running, at least until the girls got tired, or Sakusa could carry her and keep running until the girls lost track of them.

Asking why Sakusa Kiyoomi is popular is like asking why romance books are so popular with girls. 

Although he wasn’t the topic of conversation as the hot player like Miya Atsumu, something about Sakusa made girls crazy about him, although perhaps one of the few girls who didn’t like him was this woman.

His senses were too busy alerting for the worst to realize that they were very close.

Later, after making sure that the hysterical screams of those girls faded, Sakusa let out a sigh of relief. As his head lowered to ease his beating heart, and their gazes locked, he realized that it probably wouldn’t be at ease for some time.

The silence that had fit itself between them now was the spokesperson for their feelings that were spilling out of each other’s eyes, and honestly their position was just perfect: her back pressed against the wall, her body locked by his arms, one near her head and the other somewhere that would probably be close to her waist. From then on, in the silence that turned into the ticking of a newly found despair, Sakusa kept highlighting the part that they were in somewhere quiet, far from the public, away from distractions, not even the sunlight could bother them here.

The narrow space created an intimate enclosure, intensifying the connection that seemed to crackle between them. Time seemed to slow to a standstill as they stood there, suspended between reality and the raw, unspoken desire that enveloped them.

Besides underlining the chance in his favor, Sakusa also didn’t stop convincing himself that she was lying when she said he’s not her type— and really, he doesn’t want to ruin anything if suddenly something more than just staring in this damn situation happens. He was willing to put up with it, as long as they could still see each other next week. 

That was a story on a different page, one where her eyes don’t look like they are calling him in.

As the tension mounted, Sakusa’s movements became slow, sensual, as he leaned in closer, his lips just mere inches away from hers. The anticipation hung heavy in the air, electrifying their senses. But just as the world around them faded into a blur, she looked away and said, “We should—”

The fuck? She even for a moment looked like she was mirroring something in his eyes, he swore she was breathless and her words were barely above whisper– damn. 

Sakusa huffed a disbelieving laugh, hiding the embarrassment, humiliation, and the fact that he was so vulnerably lost in the thought of them finally having their kiss. 

“Hotel?” he asked, returning to her. His frown deep but his gaze amused.

Her frown melted into a playful expression, her laughter restrained. “No,” she asserted with a teasing glint in her eye. “Correct yourself before joining me.”

A chuckle escaped Sakusa’s lips as he reluctantly relinquished his grip. He trailed behind her, an invisible thread connecting them. 

Catching up, Sakusa corrected himself, “there’s a good caffe three blocks from here,”

They walked the streets of Shinjuku once more, their laughs intermingling, their eyes holding a secret language that only they understood. 

They entered another cafe, one with dim lighting and comfortable couches that seemed to invite them to stay forever. They sat close to each other, their fingers almost touching, as they talked about everything and anything. 

“You still don’t like the way I laugh?” Sakusa asked, his tone light, as if he didn’t really care about the answer.

She looked at him for quite a while, her eyes taking in every part of him, from the way his hair fell over his forehead to his dark, piercing eyes. It was as if she was studying him, trying to see beneath the surface of the laughter and the smiles.

A flicker of mischief dancing in her eyes. With a subtle lie, she responded, “Hm.”

That was the lie.

Sakusa hummed in understanding, accepting her unspoken truth. His  gaze never leaving hers.

*****

“The setters are undoubtedly the favorite,”

In the bar where they met again,  what the point was of saying such a thing in front of him? Well, women— he knew where the last stop of this conversation would be. A subtle hum was his answer he took a sip of his beer.

“Kageyama Tobio from Schweiden Adlers and Miya Atsumu from your team are on the constant topic,”

Sakusa hummed.

“But Miya-san is undoubtedly the darling of the fans,” she commented.

Under his breath, Sakusa muttered about the familiar call he had just heard. There was no professionalism in that referring, and Miya-san was too much when he was plainly Sakusa Senshu.

His eyes on her, studying every inch of her face in this topic, studying every fiber of the muscles in her face in every second he braced himself as they entered this topic. He didn’t feel like competing with the hot setter or the whatever-darling of the public, but why should she talk about Miya Atsumu in the first place, though?

Another thing to underline during this conversation was that possessivity in his eyes had become thicker as time grew. And she was not unaware that there was a loud displeasure in his silence as he listened to the whole pleasant description that she delivered so neatly about the blonde idiot— oh obviously it tickled the jealousy hiding behind the possessivity in his gaze.

Amused, she asked, “What?”

His tone remaining in a collected demeanor when he asked, “You seem to be enjoying yourself,”

She cocked an eyebrow, still amused, “Excuse me?”

“Well, he is comfortable in the spotlight— he loves it, I bet,”

“I told you, he’s the darling of the public. Reporters are competing with each other to get an interview with him,”

“Which include you in it,”

“Exactly,” she said. Her eyes on his, “I make a living by who I interview, and it could be Miya-san.”

Sakusa’s possessive nature immediately surfaced, and a frown creased his brows. He almost clicked his tongue when once again he heard the referring. Taking a moment to collect his thoughts, Sakusa finally spoke up. 

“Do you really want to do an interview with him?” His eyes on hers, watching.  

“I mean, he’s a great player,” she started, taking the snack they ordered before. His eyes trailing her every movement and stopped in her eyes when she swallowed, ready for another mess she was about to make in him. 

“Miya-san is an outstanding player to begin with. I was looking at some stuff about the MSBY Black Jackals and came across something about the best high-school setter in Japan who had participated in the Youth— ah, the setter of Schweden Adlers also went there if I was correct,”

“I was in youth too,” His competitive nature fired up.

“Yeah, but you’re not a setter, Sakusa Senshu,” She replied, her tone calm and collected. Not bothered at all, purposely.

Her pointer played with the rim of her glass, tracing it as she continued, “I’ve done an interview the Adlers’ setter,” her pointer tapped gently on where she stopped, her tone smiley, and when he shifted, she was actually smiling as she said, eyes tracing the memory of that interview, “he was such an angel.” and she returned to his eyes, a moment before she took a sip of her beer and looked away.

That was the most bothering part.

When she finished, she said, “I think I might have to try harder for an interview with Miya-san.”

He did not like Miya-san, and he swore to let that damned Miya-san knows that he hated him with every fiber of his wellbeing.

“I’m telling you, he’s just an idiot, a simpleton,” he prompted his head with his hand and watched her. 

“And hot,” she added. 

He hummed in agreement and asked, “what about me?” 

Her eyes hesitating, inferior to the piercing gaze of Sakusa’s dark eyes since the last time she referred to Atsumu as Miya-san. And despite still continuing with what she believed was right for her to be doing, her fingers playing with her beer glass told him that she wanted to run from that question, knowing that this time if she wasn’t careful enough, her mouth might betray all her efforts to be in control in their little game of pushing gears.

“What?” 

“I didn't get any of those things coming from you?” he elucidated, his voice low. His stare locking, sharp yet tenderness lurking behind his dark eyes, possessivity an evident truth.

“Like... just, hey, Sakusa Senshu, not Sakusa-san obviously, is such a good guy. Or that I am good at my play, since Miya-san obviously takes all the crunchy parts for himself.”

Her eyes widened, and she burst into laughter, unable to contain her amusement. 

In that moment when time ticked in the clear ringing of her laughter, Sakusa kept his gaze locked on her, taking in the lovely sight of her laughing. 

He was actually intent on playing a little annoyed, but all the walls he had built collapsed when her laughter broke out. And like someone had sprinkled intoxicating smiling powder, he echoed her laughter through a vulnerable smile as his eyes traced all of her.

This time, however, he did not forget to tell her, “I like your laugh,” he said, “since the first time.”

When she finally recovered from her laugh, and when her eyes were tender in silence staring into his, Sakusa is to play the annoying little jerk that he wanted. 

“Though you still hate my laugh and I am not as hot as Miya-san,” he said.

It took a while for the response to come, and for that she smiled as she said, “Well, I think you’ll have to live up with the fact that Miya-san is hotter than you,”  

Sakusa scoffed, childishly retorting with, “yeah, just like the fact that he’s just so amazingly stupid.” 

She giggled. He was ready to sip his beer when he said, “Just tell me if Miya-san is free and up for an interview. If you’re willing to lend me a hand of course,” 

He turned, almost wincing, “Seriously?”

She shrugged.

Sakusa stares at her for quite a while, only to sigh then shake his head. He then turned away, and took a sip of his beer. When his eyes returned to her, he was surprised to find her waiting for him. Her gaze was warm, and welcoming. The significant warmth that bloomed in his chest at that sight almost had him wincing, and his heart was struggling to get away, desperately begging to be released from his body to jump into her palms.

For a while they were immersed in silence, this was the part where they ran away from their egos and immediately declared what was obvious between them. Through their eyes, in the protection of the loud silence, they were free to express what they had delayed through words.

Then in a moment of vulnerability, when her eyes flickered, her hand reaching out without hesitation, as if familiar with all of him. Sakusa automatically closed his eyes and let her, betraying his ego just once would not make him die. In fact, he would probably die if he dared to stop her hand from going where she wanted of him.

He felt it somewhere in his hair, and opened his eyes to see her hand pulled back, dropping something he couldn’t catch somewhere on the floor. His eyes returned to hers, “What is it?”

Before him, the woman smiled as she said, “I already threw it down,”

Sakusa frowned.

“Just some stuff,” she said.

Sakusa immediately left to search for any trace of it. His eyes only briefly on the floor to return and conclude, “you just want to touch my hair.” 

He didn’t miss the way she smiled, and somehow she didn’t even try to hide her smile anymore. But even then, she was still the stubborn woman he knew would say, “No.”

Sakusa stares: taking her in, considering, making sure. Making sure that she was lying. Then the next second was about his hand reaching out to him, his fingers hesitating as they came into contact with her forehead, bringing his eyes back to her briefly before he brought his fingers to just lightly brush her bangs. The blush on her cheeks wasn’t of the alcohol, it was for him.

"Is there something in my hair?" she asked.

Sakusa looked up at her when she said, “No. I just want to touch you.”

Something flushed in her face, the look in her eyes wavered, probably of the alcohol. Clearly it was the alcohol because Sakusa, on the other hand, was also fighting so hard to resist the huge urge of kissing her right away. He shifted, immediately. He was about to take a sip of his beer when he said, “I’ll let you know if that stupid fox is up for an interview.”

“Hm?”

He returned, her head tilted while looking at him in confusion, innocence.

“Miya,” he said, still having enough urge to emphasize, “your Miya-san.”

His eyes did not leave her, locking onto her even as he sipped his beer.

Later when this whatever-date ended, she was drunk enough to be left home alone, so, after calling a taxi, Sakusa decided to tag along and make sure she got home in one piece.

Arriving at the apartment where she lives, Sakusa makes a little dash to open the door for her. And even though she preceded him with her hand opening the door smiling, being familiar and friendly to the taxi driver in the thanks she said, he waited for her. His hand outstretched to help her up, he leaned down. And instead of taking his hand to help herself with, both her hands were brought to cup his face and she warmly brought her face close to his, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek after tracing all the way before it with her warm breath.

“I had a great time.” Her voice was just above a whisper, and somehow fucking unrealistic. Then she pulled away, enough to stare and say, “Thank you, Sakusa-san.”

Her hands are still there on his cheeks.

The world stopped, and Sakusa froze. No, he didn’t. He didn’t freeze. Rather, his entire body was warm. He was so warm and he knew that his face was probably as red as a fuji apple.

Rather than using his hands to help herself out of the car, she helps herself out of the taxi, missing how Sakusa follows her with his gaze, everything she’s done since the moment after she said his name in a familiar calling. Don’t blame him, blame her for making him lose his cool, his composure, his damn self-control– are they something now? Like… what? Was that made her his girlfriend, no?

Sakusa immediately said, “I’ll call you later.”

The woman paused, turning to face him again. She blinked and shook her head, “Not sure If I’m sober enough not to say some incorrect things,”

“You’re correct, I promise,” he replied.

 Her smile unfolded, vulnerable.

*****

Sakusa had never considered that Miya Atsumu was his rival since she had left her trace on his cheek that night. Her kiss was definitely a sign of the new thing they were bonding over. Although no cringe-worthy words like I love you, or stupid confession session happened, they were two adults who loved each other and that was enough. Honestly, after that, Miya Atsumu’s name disappeared from his head.

But today was a different story. At an MSBY Black Jackals match, and she interviewed Miya Atsumu with a beaming face full of enthusiasm, the story took a different turn. Miya Atsumu earned his place on the top list of his rivals— and he swore, from the moment he saw how his hand touched hers as he reached for the mic for whatever he was going to do after that, something in the back of his neck snapped.

He no longer had enough good mood left to linger there, shoving Bokuto Kotaro’s hand off of his shoulder as he walked away, coldly ignoring Hinata Shoyo. Far enough away to exclude himself from the boisterous crowd filled with media, his fingers typed out a message to her, a meeting in a place away from everyone’s attention, where there was no Miya Atsumu.

After the message, he waited in a corridor at the back of the gymnasium leaning against the wall, his arms folded in front of his chest. Greeting the footsteps he heard from afar, his eyes shifted, taking in her arrival which started with how she stopped to reply to what seemed to be a very important message, until eventually their gazes met and her steps quickened towards him. No fair, she was so cute.

“Sakusa Senshu,” she should know that right now is not too good a time to call him that way.

Sakusa straightened up to meet her, seeing the smile on her face that broke out sincerely when she said all the praises for him and congratulated him on their victory. His heart warmed at the thanks for a good game, but he was defeated by the intoxicating jealousy. Then without thinking, he blurted out, “I see you finally got to do an interview with Miya,”

“Oh, yeah. Well,” She smiled, nodding. “I didn’t expect that he would stop in front of me either.”

Sakusa scoffed, “Really? Aren’t you the one who’s purposely lining up on the first row to get his attention?”

Eyebrows raised, she frowned, “Huh?”

Sakusa scoffed, “In the end you are only after Miya.”

And her answer that came had only made everything worse, “Well, everybody’s after Miya Atsumu Senshu after he serves us a good game and I was just one of many reporters looking for the star of the match and I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to say that he was the MVP of this match. He scored 3 aces— and, Sakusa Senshu, I don’t think I need your help to interview Miya-san—“

“You clearly don’t need my help for that,”

Sakusa didn’t care about the hint of confusion in his gaze, his words flowed like a stream of water, “Did he get your number after the interview? Oh, I bet he insisted on shaking your hand,"

“Excuse me?”

Sakusa returned to say, “Which hotel did he ask you to meet at?”

Her brow furrowed deeply, “I don’t like the direction you’re going. This is dangerous,”

“Not as dangerous as you are,” Sakusa cut in quickly, “and I don’t like how easily you go to one person after being satisfied toying with the other.”

“Toying? What are you—“

Sakusa approached, towering over her as his sharp eyes locked onto her, “Yes, toying. You seem to be really enjoying yourself, huh? Knowing you had me under your little fingers while you made your way to another man– what do you want, really? You want me, you—” Sakusa paused, his feelings churning at his dead-end words. He began again, “—you kissed me and I don’t know if you’re greedy enough for someone else or if you were just after Miya from the start,"

There was a silence that made Sakusa even more uneasy. After the answer comes, she laughs, and that’s not really not good. “We’re  just doing an interview,” she said, “After all, weren’t you the one who said that you’ll let me know if Miya-san is up for an interview?”

“No, you’re not going there right away,” Sakusa shook his head, adamant, “you missed the part where you had to tell me if you were greedy enough to want me and Miya at once,”

She  frowned, "What are you talking about?"

Something on the back of Sakusa’s neck snapped, and he was sure that was the last thread of his despair, of his patience, and of his rationality, all at once. 

“My feelings for you are so obvious—”

“No. That’s not—”

“— in fact even blind pig could tell that I stare at you like I would go crazy if I didn’t—”

“—what I mean—”

“— but you had the balls to play with it like it was nothing!”

“No—what?” Something flushed into her eyes, “Repeat yourself,”

Sakusa immediately responded, “no. You heard it.”

Her brow furrowed, “What did you say? Playing with your feelings? And what else was it- toying?" She leaned closer, her gaze challenging, “Try telling me If I wasn’t the one kissing your cheek— and what, playing with your feelings? Do you even know what you're talking about?"

“That’s where all the trouble started,” Sakusa exclaimed, almost snapping.

“What are you talking about, Sakusa?”

All formality, warmth, and respect left her words as she called him by his last name.

“You kissed me and left with Miya, which hotel he asked to meet you at, huh?"

“Sakusa, that one’s—”

“Or did he manage to touch you somewhere before you came to me?”

“Are you really up for the rest of it?”

“And here I am, getting only the scraps of the trace of his hands on you,”

“Sakusa!”

“My feelings for you are real!” He snapped, missing and not caring how she flinched, and subconsciously pulling away when he approached her closer.

“They are fucking real! Ever present, not a past tense! They’re always there to put up with all of your cooing, and tell me I’m hopeless but I sit and dream of the way my hand would traced your face and stupid me for thinking that you would have just a slightest bit of mercy towards me and my feelings but fuck you because my feelings are real for you—” 

“So are mine!”

In the seconds she let drown in silence, she gave him a chance, and his silence was too long for her to deal with. However, before it was too late he quickly pulled her  as she was about to exclude herself from him. The slightest jerk of his grip brought her back to him, into his eyes.

“Did you mean it?”

She did not answer, deliberately silent to punish him. And rather than having any intention of saying anything, she wanted to leave.

His grip tight against her will to break free. Then a little tighter than before, he pulled her, bringing her back to his eyes that were almost overflowing with all the unspoken truth that had been trying to be silenced. His tone broke as he said, “Tell me you mean it,”

Her eyes leaving him while her hands tried harder to break free but he was clearly too strong for her to handle half-heartedly. Her eyes returned after her last attempt was a repeated failure, “You know what, I didn’t. I didn’t mean any of the thing I said—”

The next second, her breath caught in her throat when he had locked her waist possessively.

“You liar,” And though his tone cold, his eyes vulnerable.

Their lips collided in a heated embrace, tongues intertwined and hands exploring every inch of each other’s bodies. In this kiss, where all the feelings that were previously taboo in words, all poured. Sakusa’s grip tightened as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her skin. It had been a long time coming, this moment that they had both been avoiding for so long. But now, everything seemed to fade away as they lost themselves in each other. The world around them ceased to exist as they were consumed by their love for each other.

For so long, they had both fought against their feelings, denying the attraction that burned so deeply within them. But now, with every brush of their lips, every touch of skin on skin, they knew that it was all worth it.

Sakusa, melting in vulnerability under her touch, kissed her like there would be no tomorrow for them, like this was the last day that the world would exist. There was despair in every trace he left on her, but he didn’t rush her, he made sure every touch was enough and providing. Before they knew it, they had stumbled upon the wall, but his hand was quick to get behind her head.

They were fragile, succumbing to this moment.

Her hand gripped somewhere that she could grasp of his jacket, only to fail as she was too lost in their kiss, then she went to trace somewhere on his neck, squeezing on the skin which he responded to with a hum. Her other hand went somewhere on his stomach— really, he didn’t want her to stop touching him, he didn’t want her to be finished with him, he didn’t want this kiss to end. He wanted to forever drink from her scent, fight for air with her, dance with her lips against his, and feel her knuckles tracing every inch of his body. It was only after what seemed like forever, with their breath catching, that they finally let go of each other.

Panting against his mouth, she said, “I think now’s the right time for…”

Sakusa immediately connected the last word, “hotel? Yeah. Me too.”

His hands were on her waist and behind her head, caging her possessively, as he caught his breath, while hers were on the back of his neck and somewhere on his stomach. Again after that, unbidden, they went hand in hand to welcome each other into another kiss that this time was softer, unrushing, something calmer and warmer.

But then just suddenly, Sakusa abruptly pulls away from the kiss, having her whining for the sudden loss of contact. His words come quickly after that, “Now? I’ll have to go first, though,”

“Later, then,” she said, her hand slipping to the back of his neck, pulling him to meet her again at the end of her words, “when you’re done.”

Sakusa smiled before their lips collided. This time, both hands curled around his neck, reciprocating the possessivity that had only been shown one-sidedly before, not wanting to be outdone. Unfortunately, this kiss doesn’t last long, interrupted by a familiar voice out of nowhere, a calling that Sakusa will only hear from a particular party.

“Omi-kun!”

Immediately, still drunk in their feelings, they pulled away from each other, trying not to leave a trace to each other when Miya Atsumu got there for Sakusa. They’re lucky they had enough time to part and to slightly wipe the remnants of the kiss.

When Miya Atsumu got there, he immediately greeted Sakusa with his amusing calling. And he who was also familiar with the reporter also greeted her. But later, rather than listening to Sakusa’s words, the hot setter of Jackals was now preoccupied with his own search and it took him a single glance to understand what happened on the scene before he got there. Then right before he lead the way, he turned, “Omi-kun,”

Sakusa frowned, “What?”

The blonde setter’s face was convincing when he said,“you got lipstick on your mouth.”

Sakusa spontaneously touching his lips, to halt and realize when the setter giggled. When his gaze returned, he heard him, “Gotcha!”

*****

It’s funny how at the end of the day, Sakusa was the one who got her all for himself in a very hotel room. Sakusa Kiyoomi, the one’s filthy of his words, accusing her of having Atsumu taking her to a hotel, was the very man having his mouth and hands all occupied once the door to the room closed, blindly tracing over their way to the bed.

Arriving somewhere near the bed, his kisses shifting, tracing every inch of her face, then down, stopping by her lips, then down to her chin, and away down her neck, nuzzling, kissing, sucking, nipping, and licking at the vulnerable spot on her neck that enlightened him with sweet sounds that are her responses to his good work.

Sakusa gets the determination to play longer there, he loves hearing her voice. And as he continues to explore her neck with new things his lips can do to satisfy her desire, he hears her, “you know, before, when Miya Senshu came,”

Sakusa responded in a hum, not stopping. Wicked thought flashing when he heard that name mentioned. They are making out and she dared to mention that very name– no, he’s going to show her who owns her. In the next second, he had her moaning his name when he licked that sweet spot, sucking on it expertly.

Though she stretched herself even more, giving him more access to do as he please, he was wrong to think that she’s stopping,  “I didn’t use any lipstick,” 

He hummed, still nipping, kissing her neck. “Yeah,” he managed to answer before moving to the other side of her neck.

“And you fell for that one,” she tugged on his hair just enough to make him stop. His eyes on hers, vulnerable, thick with love and lust. In that short pause, he took his time to gaze into her eyes, grateful that they had finally ended up the way he had always imagined. He heard her say, “idiot,” 

Sakusa hummed and then kissed her again. His hands quickly guided her arms to lock around his neck, along with how his hands went tracing down her curves, stopping somewhere in her waist for a gentle squeeze.

His kisses continued down her neck, sucking, small bites or gentle licks that made her giggling in amusement, but when his mouth suddenly sucked hard on the crook of her neck, his name left her mouth as an exclamation.

He chuckled, satisfied with her reaction as he returned to kiss her. In between kisses, he said, “but you like it, don’t you?”

She whines and he chuckles. His hands went to undo the remaining buttons of her shirt, and by the last few remaining buttons, he pulled away her kiss.

He went on to kiss her shoulders, stopping by her chest, and the other shoulder before helping her out of her shirt. Following the shirt that he discarded somewhere on the floor, was her hands that went to undo her bra, his eyes wide with anticipation. And when it completely left her body, his face flushed in redness to the sight of the way she shyly presented herself to him. His gaze long admired her breasts, alternating with his eyes, as if studying what was going on and what he should do with it— obviously though, the hunger he had on his gaze was enough to tell that he wanted to feel them with everything.

Slowly, he brought his hand to touch her breast and watched her reaction. Her eyes were on him at first touch, and when she nodded, he immediately brought both his hands to squeeze them, slow and sensual at the first few, and gradually greedier through each attempt. When she moans, Sakusa gains new determination to repeat what he did. Then he switches to his mouth, dominating.

Sakusa is professional in his work on her breasts. 

He gives them equal attention when he plays with them. When his mouth was busy playing with one, then his hand would keep the other company. Simultaneously gently squeezing the mound as his mouth sucked on her nipple and the mound of the other, greedy for what he could take in. He was like a hungry little baby being served his last meal. But more than that, he knew what he had to do. He licks, sucks, and swirls his tongue on her breast just right the way she wants him. He puts her on cloud nine with every single thing he does to her, not to mention the sounds he makes in response to her moans.

“This isn’t your first time, right?”

On the edge of the bed where he had laid her down, Sakusa, who was about to return to her neck, halted midway at her question. He looked at her with furrowed brows, “What?”

Somehow in his gaze, there was enough dislike- disappointment. And before he could say anything, her hands cupped his face as she said, “Just asking, pretty boy,” 

His frown fading, replaced with a warm dusting on his cheeks as he welcomed her in. A kiss on his lips to soothe him, or an apology for her accusation being so sharp, which brought all over the place below his lips until he finally had to stretch his neck and give her room to go down, tracing him with her kisses.

Her name was warm on his lips, a shudder when she left light kisses in the crook of his neck, and a satisfied hum when she was softly nipping on it.

“Mark me,” he commands.

“Hm?”

She paused, pulling away just enough to ask him, “are you sure?”

He turned, greeting her as his hands tightly hugged her waist, and said,  “yeah, as yours.”

Meeting his eyes, she smiled, then leaned in to leave a vulnerable kiss on his cheek. Then her mouth descended, tracing his chin, under, and his neck, with feather kisses. A moan slipped past his mouth when he felt her sucking on a spot behind his ear, as her fingers moved sensually massaging the back of his head. Her name was in his mouth as she continued to repeat it on several other spots on his neck. His hands moved greedily grasping and squeezing her waist as she sucked his neck, just enough to leave a mark.

“Yes—ahh….” 

Again, repeating it somewhere else on his neck and he called her name in a whimper. She giggled, and went to kiss the marks she had left gently.

Her fingers went to trace the mark, “They are visible,” his eyes met hers.

“And?”

“They’re somewhere you can’t cover with your jersey, Sakusa Senshu," she said.

His hands trailed down her back, pecking them sensually. When he gave a light squeeze on her back, he said, “Just let them think that my girlfriend is a pervert.”

“Girlfriend?” She frowned, amused. 

Murmuring, Sakusa jerks her closer to him, “what are you then?”

She chuckled, “yeah, girlfriend. And clearly they don’t know that the boyfriend asked to be marked as hers,”

"What then?" He retorted. He went to kiss her shoulder and arm.

Coming back to her briefly, he heard her, “don’t make me famous, please.”

He chuckled and went to kiss her collarbone gently, tracing. But while he was so lost and determined to left more trace, she pushed him, then said, “Let me,”

Then her lips were on his chest, tracing them with soft kisses, licking it with her hot, wet tongue, and as she played with his nipples, he moaned her name, his hands tracing her back greedily, possessively.

Her kisses are brought down and her eyes open with anticipation as he gets further down. His hands in her hair, not missing a second of the moment when she goes down for him. His moans a shudder as her hand brushes over his clothed cock, rock hard for her name on his lips. His hands scratching the back of her head and press her to kiss his stomach more. At the sensation that was heating up and making his chest tight with anticipation, she pulled away almost too suddenly for him to even react. Her eyes returned to how she had held him, neck stretched to meet his gaze.

Finally, she said, sighing, “I really am hooking up with a Black Jackals member,”

They stared at each other for quite some time in silence. His hand went to reach her face, stroking it gently. His heart swelled with love and affection seeing how she closed her eyes, melting under his touch, and returned to look at him warmly, mirroring the affection and love he had for her. Finally, he said, “as long as your feelings are real,” voice barely a whisper.

“They are,” she responded immediately.

She pulled away to release her embrace, and brought her hands to start unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants. His chest tight with anticipation as her hand traced his cock while looking up at him. But what makes him throbbing with desperate need is when she goes down to kiss him while locking gazes with him. He’s hot, red, and overcome with need.

Then she strips off his briefs, giving room for his hard, angry cock. In her palm, he couldn’t calm down and instead gets greedier with need. He hissed, subconsciously jerking his hips towards her hand. His moans were a series of disjointed, imperfect shrudders of pleasure, and she quickly cut it off.

Her hand on his stomach, calming him. Then when he looked down, her gaze laced with teasing.

“Relax, big guy,” she said, her voice soft. And he did calm down, completely surrendering to her mercy.

Her hands moved to start playing with his length, leaving kisses on the red tip as his hand ran through her hair, tugging them from time to time. Then other kisses went down his entire length as her hands moved to continue pumping him, and in the end, she made sure to meet his gaze as she gave him a long, hot lick on his length. His cock twitched, his greed firing. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “That was so hot.”

She smiled, giggling. She seems to be enjoying herself as she plays with his cock. Her other help to further lower his pants down, letting him get off of it to rush back and submit himself to her hands. The remnants of his sanity leaving his body in each of her strokes, he was on cloud nine.

“Relax, it’s just my hand,” she whispered, her voice cold and evil.

“Fuck! Your hand… your hand feels… s’good…”

She increased her speed, only to turn him down as he was so close chasing his high, starting over with slower pumps—  this definitely wasn’t the first time she’d done this.

In the midst of his thoughts being solely occupied with his cock in her palm, and he let out a satisfied moan at her work, he managed to say something.

“What about you?” He hissed when he saw the way she pumped his cock in her palm, expertly destroying him.

“What?” He asked, his gaze on the innocent.

“Is this your first time?” 

Their gazes met, and she was not surprised as he was. Her hands remained focused on working him out just how he wanted.

Then her answer came at last, a, “Yes,” as she gave a nasty lick to his cock that almost had him losing his mind, “you are,” 

When her hot mouth captures the entire of his long-hardened length, aching and desperate for her touch, keening for it, his world momentarily disappears from his senses. Suddenly, she is everywhere filling him up. In his hearing, above and below the surface of his skin, lingering on his tongue, everywhere in his entire being filled with her.

Each pump, each of the ways she sucked him deeper into her mouth, taking him flying higher in pursuit of his high. She knew exactly what she was doing when she was working on him, and like someone whose senses were filled only by her every second she was destroying him with her mouth and hands, Sakusa clearly couldn’t hear how desperate his moans sounded with every minute the intensity of her touch felt less and less like enough.

He was desperate as he whines for more, closer to his high, subconsciously helping himself with small thrusts into her mouth and hands.

“Please… please… please…”

She had him going crazy, completely losing his mind in her unforgiving touch. Under her touch, there was never enough. Every time the high felt so close, it was like he had to try harder to beg to be delivered there immediately. His breathing ragging, racing with all the incoherent, uncharacteristic utterance that slipped past his mouth the further she took him. He couldn’t feel anything, just her, and the powdery bliss of her hands and mouth rubbing against his length.

He was at the end of his rise, almost arriving at the place where he could see stars, when her mouth and hands worked doubly fast and intensely in their work down there— oh god, was this heaven? He swore he moaned as loudly as that one of a porn he had once accidentally watched in high school and he now knows why that time the actor had to moan so disgustingly. His eyes rolled to the back of his head he swore he could see his skull. Her name came out of his mouth like a prayer, a mantra dominated by all sorts of begs.

One long suck, and his eyes returned to her at her mischievous hum and he was done, coming in a long, thick white rope inside her mouth. His first orgasm struck him like a tsunami. 

He braced himself towards her, hands gripping on her shoulders, eyes locking with hers. He jerked his hips deeper into her mouth as he chanted her name desperately, and she rolled her eyes whilst taking all of him in. However, he doesn’t stop yet, his first one is probably quite a lot for her to handle and she coughs.

Worried, Sakusa immediately pulls himself out of her mouth while soothing his throbbing length with short, fast pump. He grimaced, groaning, then he returned to her, with enough worry and guilt, cupping her face and asked, “are you okay?”

She was still coughing, her hand somewhere on her mouth, yet she still managed to lick the remnants of his cum on her hand and on the tip of her lips afterwards, a wicked sight that shot right to his cock. Sakusa almost whimpered as the sensation that came over him made him hard again.

“That was pretty fast,” she commented. She smiled at him, her eyes mirroring his own.

Sakusa sighed, “Yeah, you worked really hard for it.”

“It was fun,” she winked.

Sakusa’s voice was low, and his gaze dangerous when he said, “you naughty little demon.”

She laughed at his words, quickly adjusting herself to immediately releasing her bottom without being asked to. He came hard to the sight as she lay down for him, clearly under his mercy. Her face flushed with shyness as he took all of her in, trailing every inch of the full picture of her raw beauty in his gaze.

“Stop gazing,” she said.

And Sakusa immediately stopped, his gaze returning to her eyes as he descended.

“Is it wrong for me to look at you?”

“No,” she replied. Her hand went to move the pillow away, not needing it. She caught him in line with her legs, blushing when she saw him kiss them gently and attentively. Her heart swelling with love and affection at what she had just seen, and when his eyes returned to her, his hand briefly took hers.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispers.

“Because I’m naked, and at your mercy,” she retorted. 

Sakusa shakes his head, contrasting with how his hand slowly, sensually, strokes her leg, going between them.

“You know, even though I really want to fuck you right now, I want you to feel comfortable,” Sakusa said, eyes never leaving her through each strokes. 

Her brow furrowed, catching his words amusingly, “I don’t know whether to be pleased, touched, or honored of what I just heard— is that your confession?” She asked.

“Don’t try,” he warned, his dark orbs piercing through her, “I mentioned every damn word pretty clearly just now.” 

Silence falls upon them, and in the silence, the temperature in their bodies rises along with the tension that is also mounting. Within each touch, Sakusa gives the message that she is his, that no one else has the right to mark what is his and he is quite competitive and determined in this regard. One last touch and he gave her a light squeeze and gentle look in her eyes yet his tone a command, “spear your legs.” 

She spread her legs for him, shyly at first.

“More,” he said.

And more.

“More,” 

“I think that’s—“

Sakusa’s eyes are on her, sharp and coldly piercing, demanding, “More,” his low, deep voice sending shivers down her spine, and something down there throbbing with need. Her eyes narrowed in desperation as she whimpered his name, she felt a quick wetness down there.

“Sakusa-san…” 

Her breath caught in the back of her throat when his mouth cupped her pussy quickly, kissing her in the way he kissed her lips, something that made her mind go on an instant error. Her moan a naughty, reciprocated with a satisfied hum that makes her slowly tighten up. How could she not? His tongue and lips know what exactly they are doing, licking, sucking, then slightly swirling a circle that makes her breath catch in her chest.

“Don’t stop right there— ahh…. Don’t… please don’t….”

He hummed, working his tongue like an expert who never failed in his first try. For a moment, just a moment, she thought that he might be lying about this being his first.

Her hands reached for his, locking his fingers with squeezes every time he did his thing, finishing her with a pleasure that left her only craving for more. His name in her mouth a barraging of desperate whine, needy moans, and though he let her press his head deeper into her welcoming cunt, each time he denied her when she was so close to be done.

“Please… I want to cum,” she whines, eyes glossy with need, despair, lust, and love.

He hummed. 

The next time his name slips out of her mouth in a whine, he slips a finger into her hole, and his name is a satisfied cry as he pulls them out and pumps them in along with his tongue at work on her clit.

Her ragged breathing, needy moans, and words of praise, as well as his name almost a prayer in her mouth becomes music to Sakusa’s ears.

“Sakusa-san… Sakusa-san… don’t stop don’t stop….” She mindlessly muttered.

And when two of his fingers fit themselves into her holes at once, his name a pleased shuddering, begging him not to stop.

Sakusa knows better and does exactly what she wants, gladly satisfying her while pumping himself at every sound she makes on his work. He comes once again just for her voice and the sweet taste of her juices in his tongue— it sounds pathetic and exhausting, but even then, his cock was still too excited to the thought of her.

With increased speed and intensity, his fingers and mouth bring her to the star she’s been desperately wanting to see, and his name a barrage of satisfied cries interspersed with sweet moans. His fingers creamy when he pulls them out, and he licks them in her watch.

His other hand was still pumping himself lazily as their eyes locked together in silence, drowning in the love and lust thick in the air, begging for immediate repayment.

The first to break the silence, she said, “that wasn’t really the fuck part.”

Sakusa smiled, “I know right,” he said. “I’ve been pumping myself.”

She chuckled, “Oh, I bet you really want to fuck me.”

“I’m rock hard just because you call my name, is that a good enough answer to make you let me fuck you?”

Their gazes locked together.

“Or should I just keep pumping myself on my own with you watching me?” He asked.

Sakusa waits quite some time for her answer, and his hand doesn’t stop pumping his still hard and very excited length. His heart racing, and honestly, he’s at the limit.

“Why would I watch you pump yourself?” She said finally, spreading leg open for him.

Sakusa smiled. Still pumping his cock lazily, he brought his length closer, lining against her entrance.

Sakusa doesn’t immediately insert his length into her, he lets the tip in for a while, then pulls it out, kissing her awaiting cunt with the tip and repeating it a few times until she says, “don’t tease.”

Sakusa smiled, not stopping what he was doing, this time locking his gaze with hers.

“Sakusa…. Please…” she begged, face flushed red, desperate.

“Please what?” He didn’t stop, “I didn’t recall that you’re desperate to be fucked.”

He enjoyed the sight of how her breathing was ragged and her gaze was pleading. Her hands reaching for him desperately, and though he won’t stop teasing her until she begs for it, he didn’t leave her alone and catches her hand in his.

“What is it, babygirl?” He cooed, tone gentle, fingers intertwining with her own. “What do you want, hm?”

“Please… I want to feel your cock inside me…”

He groaned.

“Fuck me, Sakusa-san, please,”

Her words shot right through his hard rocking cock. He groaned as she giggled, realizing she got him again. This time, though, he let it be. 

“Fuck, I want to fuck you so bad…”

The next second was their moans coming together in satisfaction as he finally slid himself into her cunt. His hand fell down to hold the weight of his body beside her head, the other still locking with hers, squeezing each other in bliss. 

“Fuck! You’re so tight!” He hissed, having trouble going deeper with his size inside her tightness, not yet used to him.

Underneath she softly whimpered. Her hand looping on his arms, clinging to it, squeezing like her life depends on it. 

“F-fuck— Just a little more,” he peered down, then left a kiss on her forehead, “ahh... just a little more and I promise it’ll feel good.… f—shit! You’re so tight— is it hurting you? Are you okay?”

When she didn’t answer, Sakusa called her name, panic evident in his eyes. His hand went to guide her back to his eyes, “Hey,” his voice soft. “Talk to me,” he said, “are you okay?”

She smiled, chuckling, “Yes… I am okay.” 

His eyes on hers for quite some time, searching for something that spoke of doubt or fear to find nothing. His hand then went to wipe her sweaty face, his touch gentle.

“It’s… started to feel good now,” she said

Sakusa hummed, obeying with a few slow thrusts as he helped himself in. His free hand immediately sought her out, spreading their fingers together to lock back  as he brought himself in deeper with each thrust. His hand tightened against her, locking possessively and protectively.

With each thrust, he gambled with what was left of his sanity not to do this depravedly in one go, but the looser and more accustomed her walls became to him, the less he could resist turning up the intensity of each of his thrust. Their moans were in sync, something that spoke of satisfaction and blind, raw pleasure, where love and lust melted into one. He drew himself closer to her as he left her hands, leaning down, longing for her warmth and she welcomed him with a hug. He murmured her name in her ear, nuzzling further into the crook of her neck, and nipping. Her hands snaking on his back, gripping, scratching sensually.

“Oh my god you feel so good, baby…” he moaned, increasing the speed and intensity of his thrusts.

“You want my cock to thrust deeper into you, don’t you? You want it to keep filling you, don’t you? You want it to fuck you, don’t you? Should I continue fucking you?” He rasped in her ear, 

“Yes please, Sakusa…” Her head nodding mindlessly, she moans desperately, begging, almost crying with need.

“We gotta say it, baby,” he said.

“Yes please, don’t stop fucking me, Sakusa—ohhh….” She says it clearly in his ear and Sakusa completely throws his morale after that, gone brutal in the pace he sets as he manages to hit the spot that had her moaning even more desperately in a barrage of his name.

His name a barrage of prayers, greedy whimpers, pornographic moans and everything else in his hearing the entire time his cock hitting that spot perfectly on each attempt and all praises, whatever it is:

“Oh good it feels so good Sakusa… please don’t stop…. Oh yes right there… Sakusa…..!!!!!”

She came once more, creaming the tip of his still rock hard cock with her sweetness. Sakusa groaned, his cock hard. He’s about to come once again. His hands quickly flipped her over to bend, exposing her ass to him, her hands and knees on the bed. She gasped for air when he immediately inserted his length without a warning. He groaned at the familiar, welcoming sensation. Her walls were still pulsating and still warm, the imprint of his cock still there. His hands held her waist steady on the first, intense thrust and made her gasp for air in an imperfect moans.

Sakusa positions himself better before he thrusts again, this time having her perfectly moaning. Before his next thrust, he stops and kisses her back, curing his longing for the warmth of her body. Welcoming him who traces along her shoulder with a soft kiss, she reaches towards him. Her hand scratched his head as he squirmed on her shoulder, and he hummed to acknowledge her. He briefly kissed her arm. 

When he finally pulled away, their room was again filled with their colliding moans as his waist continued to help him push himself deeper and deeper into her, deep where he remembered a spot that would make her moans in contentment.

It wasn’t long enough for him to stay in that position, as he was quickly missing her warmth to him, craving her touch. He went closer, hugging her while calling her name desperately, longingly. He kissed her back and shoulders, the back of her neck while his hands went to trace her curves as his waist continued to work to bring his thrusts home, repeatedly hitting that spot that had his name slipping out of her mouth in a mindless plea, a satisfied, pornographic moan.

He began to lose his rhythm as her walls pulsed, squeezing him in. He groaned at his name as a desperate call in her mouth when she was close.

“Sakusa-san…” she called out, desperate, glancing through her shoulder.

He responded, calling her name in each of his thrusts.

Her hands reaching out, calling out to him once more. And he greet her, kissing her fingers and letting her touch him.

“Sakusa-san….” 

He called back to her name, and said, “I’m close…” voice trailing, unable to contain himself for any longer. His rhythm was messy, just a raw need of wanting to be done, to see those stars again with her walls wrapping him.

“Me too…” she said.

He pulled her into a short, intense kiss. Then in the midst of their hazy thoughts of exploding lust, she asked breathlessly, “Are you mine?” hands still tangled in his hair, squeezing him. 

Sakusa replied, catching his breath, “yours… yeah… forever…”

And she asked again, “you promise you won’t leave me the next morning?”

Sakusa nodded breathlessly, “I won’t leave you, I’m yours…. I’m yours…. yours to take…”

Then she pulled him into an intense kiss and ended it with a desperate moan, “Oh…. So good— god I’m so close!!!”

“Yes…. Yes…. Have me with you, baby… I’m so close too…” Sakusa answered.

She responded with an incoherent hum, a proposal, “Inside please,” 

Sakusa’s mind was foggy but he managed to make sure, “Huh?” 

“Inside,” she asserted.

“Y-yeah?” he asked, breathless.

She nodded, “cum inside me, please,”

Sakusa doesn’t need to be told twice, he picks up the pace and lets her cream on him as his name slips out of her mouth mindlessly, and shortly after she comes, he follows, breaking into the rhythm of his thrusts as her name is the final fragment of satisfaction on his ride. He did not just see stars, heaven was all along in his every sense.

He fell, his body limping against her on the bed as exhaustion finally rippled their muscles. For some time they are silent, focused on calming themselves and catching their ragging breaths.

Sakusa is the first to recover, and is calm enough to bring himself to kiss her back, her shoulders, the back of her neck, and whispering a thank you in her ear, and was responded with a hum and a soft kiss.

After that there was only silence, and also love bubbling in the air as they became too tired to talk. However, when Sakusa slowly trailed his arm to cage her, he had enough urge to say, “I bet your hot Miya-san can’t do something like this,” 

“I will bet that he’s the type to last longer in bed though,” she retorted. 

Sakusa chuckled, “yeah, clearly. Atsumu’s a bed master. A professional playboy.” 

“And you?” She asked, hunching her shoulder slightly as she peeked on her shoulder. 

He welcomed her affectionately, nuzzling his nose into her cheek, “I’d say a dedicated lover.”

She hummed, a skeptical hum, then added, “Or you can also say, a jealous, possessive, hyper protective, high-guarded little brat.”

Sakusa hummed, finding his comfort in the crook of her neck.

Then she said, “Now get off of me.” 

Silence, then, “No,” he said, giggling against her shoulder. 

“You’re going to hurt my back, Sakusa-san,” she said.

“I’ll massage you later…” He gently muttered, a cute plea with a pout as he peered into her. 

She sighed, “I warned you. We’re not sleeping like this.” 

Sakusa hummed. 

She turned to meet him, and just like that he understands what she needs and gives it immediately. Another kiss on the lips. Tender, unrushing, a promise.

[best-underrated-anime]

Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 4: Tonari no Seki-kun: The Master of Killing Time vs Run with the Wind

#B7: Tonari no Seki-kun: The Master of Killing Time

Kid epicly procrastinates during class

#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)

Amateur college track team aims for big race

Details and poll under the cut!

#B7: Tonari no Seki-kun: The Master of Killing Time

Summary:

All Rumi Yokoi wants to do is focus during school, but she is constantly distracted by Toshinari Seki, her neighboring classmate. Paying attention during class is the least of Seki's worries, as he obsesses over intricate setups created using an assortment of items, from an elaborate domino course on his desk to a treacherous war played out with shogi pieces. Yokoi desperately attempts to focus in class, only to be repeatedly sucked into his intriguing eccentricities; however, they always seem to end up with her getting in trouble with their teacher. Fortunately, lessons will never be dull with Seki's antics around!

Propaganda 1:

Seki-kun is the sort of anime that stays underrated because it seems overly simple, but it really shines in its simplicity. The episodes are short tales of Seki’s epic procrastination and they’re absurdly amusing. Both the opening and ending are super funny and really well-thought-out.

It’s the anime equivalent of a hard candy. You can have an episode at the end of the day or between tasks, and it entertains you well without asking for much.

Propaganda 2:

It is a really short anime with very short episodes but is still very entertaining, and we never hear the character whose name is in the title speak but we still get a really good feel of his personality. It’s just really funny and a lot of fun to watch.

Trigger Warnings: None

#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)

Summary:

Former ace runner of Sendai Josei High School, Kakeru Kurahara is chased away from a convenience store for shoplifting. Shaking off his pursuer, he runs into Haiji Kiyose, another student from his university. Haiji is impressed by Kakeru's agility and persuades him to live in Chikusei-sou, the run-down apartment where Haiji resides along with eight other students. Having lost his entire apartment deposit at a mahjong parlor, Kakeru accepts the offer reluctantly.

However, Haiji reveals a secret during Kakeru's welcoming party: the apartment is actually the dormitory of the Kansei University Track Club. He unveils his ultimate goal of participating in the Hakone Ekiden—one of the most prominent university marathon relay races in Japan. Unfortunately, all the residents apart from Haiji and Kakeru are complete running novices. Worse still, none of the inhabitants are even remotely interested in being involved with Haiji's ridiculous plan! With only months before the deadline, will the fourth-year student be able to convince them otherwise and realize his elusive dream of running in the Hakone Ekiden?

Propaganda 1:

Okay so, finally a sports anime that isn’t set in high school. (There aren’t nearly enough set in college.) MC is basically Older Running Kageyama, in both looks and personality. He has to overcome his past issues with his old track team, and learn to open up. I love the relationships that form between the team members. There’s one who is just Not Here for It and struggles A Lot, who just wants to go home and read manga. (Hey it me.) There’s also a cute dog, and a lot of the bg music is by the same folks as Haikyuu.

Propaganda 2:

I genuinely think this might be the best sports anime out there. It’s an amazing anime in general, with good animation, a beautiful art show, and a great premise, though what really makes it stand out is the characters.

RWTW is a character-driven story at heart, with all the main characters given their time to shine. The main cast is very lovable, and their relationships with each other are depicted in a sweet but realistic way. The protagonist, Kakeru, goes through a great character development over the course of the show, from being a lonely outcast at the start to accepting the other team members into his heart as found family.

While I’m not a runner personally, I still found this interesting to watch, since along with the training there’s a lot of thoughtful discussion on the nature of running: what it means to run, to be a runner. There’s a very philosophical aspect to it, which makes sense considering that RWTW is actually adapted from a book. The last thing I’ll say is that as a college student myself, it’s really nice to watch an anime focused on people in college and not high school. Oh, and the soundtrack is incredible.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol and Smoking

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Know one of the shows above and not satisfied with how it’s presented in this tournament? Just fill up this form with your revisions, and I’ll consider adapting those changes.

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Pick some good images please. Don’t send any blurry or pixelated ones.

You may send up to 9 screenshots, but not all may be used.

[bokutos-last-brain-cell]

This is sorta random but your and tired-o-fighter's interaction is so sweet ajdhdj this is what I love about fandoms how we coincidentally find each other and how our mutual special interests can bring that sense of joy and excitement. To think I almost didn't send that ask because I was shy ajdhdj I'm glad I did send it then

-sunshinebokuto

I totally get being shy about that kinda thing lol, though that tracks given my anxiety! I’m glad you sent that ask too!

I love talking with people about the things I enjoy but it’s admittedly been somewhat difficult to establish that people are welcome to converse with me here (and even on my main blog) because of how inactive I can be which I worry makes me appear more aloof and unapproachable than I actually am. Mostly it’s because of how sometimes I feel I’m just dropping fics and art into the ether and no one is seeing them, which makes me feel like no one’s interested and so I don’t post things like this where it’s just my rambles about stuff or even what’s going on in life because I find myself thinking “Does anyone even care about just my thoughts by themself? Why? It’s just me talking.”

It’s one of the mindsets I’m working on changing but unfortunately that takes time and I won’t magically improve on it overnight, and when you add my neurodivergency and mental health issues to the mix, it’s a pretty gnarly combination to try to combat. It’s definitely prevented me from being more bold in trying to cultivate a social circle here and grow my audience, such as how I’ve been wanting to find a beta reader for my Haikyuu fics (or even just my fics in general) but don’t know where to look or how to go about asking. I’ve been working on the Ennotana story for the Soulmates of Sleep series for the last 2 years since posting the Yakulev one (well, I haven’t really attempted to do so for the past year because of the massive writers block I’ve been dealing with but still) and have kind of stalled on it because I haven’t been able to get any feedback on it from people, and this applies for a lot of the other stories I’ve had in the works as well, such as the multiple BAKK AJR series WIPs I have going

I feel like I managed to go off track of what your original message was saying lol, but I’m pretty sure that’s just bound to happen with me given my ADHD. Anyways, agreed, fandom space can really be such a unique and wonderful thing! Thank you for sending me these asks and getting me out of my shell a bit more than I’ve been able to do on my own, it means a lot that you’re reaching out and please feel free to keep doing so! (Also that applies for all y’all, I really promise that I love getting asks and whatnot from you guys)

[dira333]

Hellooooo! I come with an angsty idea for the plotbunny game!

Haikyuu this time. Reader is seijoh’s manager and resident “mama” for the team. She’s the same age as the Seijoh 4 so she’s the plus one. Gets along swimmingly with everybody on the team. Thinking about Matsukawa falling for her silently with Makki trying to bridge the two together and they eventually end up being in a relationship before they graduate highschool. Whenever they’re together they always end up being mistaken as cousins or really close friends. They like goofing around a lot + Makki’s always tailing them 🥹 They both get a dingy 1 room apartment in college all the way to adulthood. Of course, Makki gets a slice of the cake too. He has his own little spot in the apartment to come back to sometimes.

Now, Matsukawa’s a funeral guy, right? He applied for the first job offering he saw so he really never fully wanted it. He had to take it though. I read they’re always on call for funeral stuff so he rarely gets to spend time with her. She ends up doing all the housework, ends up cooking and always setting aside a portion for Mattsun only to find it uneaten with Mattsun knocked out on the couch; Makki comes along to munch on the leftovers so nothing’s fully lost, I guess.

With the heightened stress and their ever changing environment, they get into fights; more often than they normally should. If anything, they never really argued before. They end up (reluctantly) breaking up with each other. Mattsun moves out. Makki stays with reader to keep her company. He realizes she needs him more than Mattsun needs her atp.

just UGHDJDJDJ I’m struggling to figure out the ending. Fluff? Angst? Do they get back together? I hope they do. Would Makki mend them back together after a few years apart like how he did back in highschool? Super Makki to the rescue!

(Apologies for the length ;~; I just love the idea of Makki being the glue and Mattsun clumsily navigating his rapidly changing young adult life with the reader struggling to keep up. It’s realistic and heart wrenching to me. I love your work!!!!! I read your Daishou fic just now and made me Feel Things. I see him in a new light.)

- 🫀

Angsty Mattsun anon here! That was a little diddle me and my best friend thought of (and keep thinking of TO THIS DAY) a few years ago lol I’m glad you liked it!!! We are ready to cry all over again if you decide to go with it!!!! A detail I didn’t add was mattsun was taking cooking classes in his free time without telling reader about it. He wanted to surprise her because she always did the cooking and cleaning. Might as well help her out right? To cover his tracks (and the scent of food on his clothes) he ends up covering his scent with copious amounts of perfume (he rarely ever spritzes more than two) and takes a bath at those little capsule hotels. She completely thought he was cheating lol little did she know mattsun and makki already went out to shop for an engagement ring months before they broke up. (Makki wanted the Shrek ring for her. Mattsun was THISSSS close to being convinced HAHAHA) OH AND FUCK. They broke up, right? Of course they still care for each other. So the day before mattsun moves out, they decide to cuddle on their couch one last time. Whispered apologies, crying, the works. When she finally wakes up, mattsun’s boxes and belongings are gone. She’s alone again. Time heals all wounds and changes people and all that. So to mend me and my bestfriend’s wounds, we decided they got back together after years of separation HAHAHAHA what was once an innocent little story for us, wounded us deeplyyyyyUH. - 🫀

I couldn't hide this story in my asks, so to celebrate part 2 of Swings and Snakes I wanted to share the inspiration of it with the world.

Thank you @togament for sending it in

[isagiis]

The Essence of Blue Lock

A Thesis on Blue Lock’s Standing in the Sports Genre

I just want to say that Blue Lock isn't anywhere near close to being done. It is only getting started. The Blue Lock battle royale may have been the beginning, but we still have a long way to go. We still need to get to Worlds. In the beginning, Blue Lock makes a seemingly ridiculous and insulting ideology: you need to have a big ego to be the best. The story isn’t that simple, obvious, or single-dimensional, though.

It is true that every Blue Lock player must surpass and outclass the rest to be number one. The key point that everyone misses, however, is that Blue Lock actually forces its players to adopt a champion mindset. The point of the champion mindset isn't to think you are better than everyone else (i.e., in Blue Lock, every player is constantly reminded that there is someone better them); the point is to focus on and make conscious the systems you rely on and continually improve them in order to be better today than you were yesterday. This is the key to becoming number one. The reality is that there will always be players who are better than you, but if you cannot focus on your own improvement and you lack the drive to get better, then you don't deserve to be number one. By recognizing this, taking initiative, and using your peers as a metric to gauge how much you’ve improved, you're on the right track to becoming a champion. That, my friends, is ego. This, in my opinion, is the essence of Blue Lock.

Though Blue Lock -in its early stages- may not accurately represent football at its best, Blue Lock certainly represents SPORTS at its best. The reason why people love, and play sports is because sports show us the epitome of humanity’s effort to transcend our limitations and develop new capacity in real-time and in a simplified, focused context. Put simply, sports illustrate humanity at its best. We are winning when we are bettering ourselves; hence, the champion mindset is realized and best depicted through Blue Lock's storytelling. This is the "football's most critical moment" spiel that Ego was trying to impart to his players. Isagi is a likeable main character because he is respectable and admirable for adopting the champion mindset. He is an exemplar of humanity being at its best.

For these reasons alone, Blue Lock should surpass Haikyuu because it gets down and dirty with some of the most intimate aspects of sport, which is human greed. Unfortunately, most people are just blind, horny, or both. All I can say is that the future is uncertain in terms of Blue Lock’s chart-topping ability. I won’t delve into this.

Also, for anyone who says that Blue Lock completely defies one of the primary virtues of football (teamwork): you may be correct, but you are also missing the point of the story. Teamwork is inevitable and it's constantly shown throughout the manga. What is unique about Blue Lock is this thesis that individual greed and hunger actually catalyzes the formation of teams. One's selfishness fuels the fire needed to power a team sport. You can't expect to form a team if everything is fine and dandy, where players are equally strong or equally capable. Why would you? If everyone were good at everything, if no one struggled, then there would be no problem to solve that requires the contribution of multiple minds. If teamwork is the virtue that football prides itself upon, then what comprises teamwork? Well, we first need to ask: what is the purpose of teamwork?

If you asked me, it is to actively pursue the realization of one’s own strengths and combine these with the strengths of others who have also actively pursued their own realizations in order to achieve a common goal.

Have you ever struggled on a homework problem and had to ask others for help? Have you ever witnessed victory in a war without an army? Teams don't form if there is no struggle, no problem. If everyone’s ego were well-fed, then there really would be no struggle. We all know that this can never be the case; therefore, the source of struggle is in the need to satisfy one's ego. Without the ravenous individual ego, there will be no team. Competition also results from the need to satisfy one's ego. When you clash two different egos together, the natural hunger and selfish desire to be better than your opponents will not originate from outside the individual; it comes from within. The desire to “level up” or “become stronger” is the unconscious acknowledgement of the discomfort you feel when knowing that you are inadequate. Thus, to be less inadequate: you feel the need to surpass those who have proven they are capable, hence minimizing your initial discomfort. Yet, the difference between a champion and a loser is settled by how one internalizes and deals with their discomfort. Again, here comes our champion who seeks their own development through rigorous self-reflexive analysis and uses their peers as a metric to gauge their growing capabilities. Here comes our champion who strives to be better than they were yesterday, to develop the systems that produce outcomes they want to improve. This champion knows that if they want a better performance, then they need better systems that provide the foundation for their performance. This mindset, however, is very tricky to handle and adopt, though. Some people can easily get caught up in wanting to destroy others around them, which is the wrong way to go about doing things; you will only set yourself up for severe disappointment when embarking on that path. The point is: there's a fine line in the sand that tells you whether you're focused on yourself or on others.

Now, let's say you have a bunch of egos smashed into one team and now two teams are pitted against each other. What happens then? Would the champion still outshine everyone? Would the team with the champion win? See, that's where things get interesting, and the beauty of Blue Lock really starts to shine. Everyone should act like a champion. The winning team will be the team that can address and support each champion's strengths and weaknesses. In other words, the synergy and mutual respect/understanding for each champion's ambitions will most likely result in a culmination of egos that can be observed as one entity.  It's similar to constructive interference, which is a description of particle/wave behavior. Every wave has an amplitude; thus, when two waves that are in phase with each other combine their different amplitudes, you observe a single wave that has a much larger resulting amplitude. The opposite could be said of destructive interference. Thus, the winning team, among a sea of champions, will be the team that exhibits constructive interference. This is a phenomenon that pro-league teams exhibit at the World Cup, and we have been leading up to this point in Blue Lock throughout the manga. This is the whole purpose of Blue Lock and the hidden meaning or implication behind Ego's brief speeches.

With all that being said, Blue Lock is a gem for conveying so much wisdom within a short amount of time.

Lastly, ISAGI #1.

[yanderecrazysie]

request:

yandere alphabet for shirabu

So many Shirabu requests! I think this is the last one, but I'm so glad I got to write for him!

Shirabu Kenjirou (Haikyuu) -The Yandere Alphabet

👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️ 👨‍⚕️

Warnings: yandere themes, murder, accidental injury

A is for Affection: How do they show their affection for their darling? How often do they show it?

💖Shirabu is not good at expressing his affection. He wants to be, but he’s just not.

💖He likes to play with your hair and stroke the top of your head a lot, but that’s pretty much the extent of it.

💖He’s inadvertently tsundere a lot of the time, so that probably adds to the issue of affection.

B is for Blood: How messy are they willing to get for their darling? Why?

🔪Shirabu prefers to use other methods, such as blackmail and threats. But he will stoop to murder if necessary.

🔪It would be a quick, efficient kill with very little mess and very well-covered tracks.

🔪He would get away with murder. He’s smart enough to and very careful at covering his tracks.

C is for Care or Cruelty: How would they treat their darling when they kidnap them? Would they mock them?

💔He’s mainly kind, in a way. Kind of tsundere about it somehow.

💔But a little mocking. More like teasing, but sometimes he goes too far. He’ll feel bad if you start to cry or something.

D is for Delusion: How delusional are they when it comes to their darling? Do they believe their darling loves them?

💭He’s not delusional at all. He’s extremely aware of everything and remains that way.

💭He’s often disgusted by his own actions, but he finds them necessary and worth it in the end.

E is for Expose: How much of their heart do they bear to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? How much time will it take to trust them?

💧He builds up pretty tall walls for everyone, including you. It’ll be hard to break them down, but you’re the most capable of doing so.

💧He doesn’t want to share any of his heart with anyone, because it makes him feel weak and powerless.

💧He may never trust you, depending on how you behave, but there is a possibility. He’s still very careful, even when trusting you.

F is for Fight: How would they react if their darling fought back?

👊He would be surprised at first, because he expected tears, not punches.

👊I think he’d get super pissed after the shock wears off though and skip immediately to punishment time.

G is for Guilt: What would it take for them to feel guilty about their actions? Or do they feel guilty from the start?

😔Like I said, Shirabu sees all of his actions as worth it in the end, so he doesn’t really feel guilt. 

😔The only time he feels guilt is when he acts impulsively and hurts you (emotionally or physically), because he knows he messed up and did something stupid for no reason.

H is for Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

🔥Making Shirabu angry is not pretty, to be honest. He rages pretty badly and loses his temper easily.

🔥He might accidentally grab you hard enough to leave bruises or say things that make you cry. He’ll apologize eventually, but only when he cools down.

I is for Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

👩‍❤️‍👨Shirabu doesn’t entirely care about things like getting married or having kids, his end goal is simply being with you. 

👩‍��️‍👨If he had to choose more than that, he’d at least get married. He doesn’t particularly love children, but if you wanted them, he’d be fine with one or two.

J is for Jealousy: How easily do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

💢He’s a “happy” medium. He doesn’t get jealous too easily but it does upset him. 

💢He 100% lashes out, and he may say something he doesn’t mean.

K is for Kidnap: How would they go about kidnapping their darling? How much do they plan it out?

🔒He prefers to have a happy relationship simply because it’s simpler, but he will resort to kidnapping if he thinks it’s necessary.

🔒If he does, it’s planned to a T. Mistakes just simply won’t happen with how prepared he is. No chance of escape at all.

L is for Love Letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

💌He’s a tsundere and a bit shy when it comes to love, so he’d probably be very bad at it. That’s why he may resort to threats, blackmail, or kidnapping to force a relationship.

💌He finds most “romantic gestures” too sappy, so he’s probably not going to win your heart through traditional ways at all. Probably just a blunt “go out with me?”

M is for Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they acted before?

🎭He can get kind of blushy and shy/embarrassed around you, in a way he’s not with any other girl. His teammates would definitely notice this change if you come around, even if it’s not obvious to others.

🎭He also shows off more, especially in volleyball. He usually doesn’t care if he’s noticed while setting, but if you’re there? You sure as hell better notice him.

N is for Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

🚓Isolation is a go-to for sure, but so is screaming in your face about how stupid and ungrateful you are. You’ll probably be in tears by the time he’s done with you.

🚓If he’s especially pissed, he may physically lash out at the time, but he will seriously regret that later.

O is for Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling? What rights can be earned with time and trust?

📜Shirabu is somewhat controlling, but only to make sure you can’t run away from him. He’s a lot more lax with rules when he has a way to make sure you can’t escape.

📜He’s very strict with his existing rules, however, and can kind of flip out when some are broken.

P is for Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

🕊️Not very much at all. At first, while you’re settling in, he forces himself to be calm and gentle with you, but after a while he’ll lose that initial patience.

Q is for Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

🏃‍♀️Shirabu would be a shell of his former self, to be honest. He’d go on living, if you can call it that, but he’d miss you every day and never truly move on.

🏃‍♀️If you escape, he’ll be both terrified and furious. Terrified that you’ll turn him in and all his careful planning will go to waste, and furious that you dared to leave him.

R is for Rage: How do they act when angry? How do they calm down?

👿He yells. A lot. He can get pretty insulting with his words to the point of breaking you down to tears.

👿He isn’t usually physically violent, but he can lash out when extremely angry and can accidentally grip you too hard.

S is for Soulmate: What made them fall in love with their darling? How did they first meet? When did they realize they loved their darling?

💍Shirabu probably met you during either school or work. It’s during those settings, where he’s serious and concentrating, that he truly notices when something is distracting him. 

💍He goes into denial for quite a while, not over how he feels but over how deeply he feels it. He tries to bury these feelings deep down but they keep resurfacing until he can’t ignore them any longer.

💍When he accepts those feelings, he immediately starts pursuing you, which might be confusing. He goes from “I don’t care about you” to “okay maybe I really, really like you” in a snap.

T is for Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

😭If he’s angry, he’ll feel like you deserve it. If he’s not, he’ll feel like garbage and apologize.

😭He does feel sympathy for you, but he’s more of a logical person instead of an emotional one. Tears won’t sway him.

U is for Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

👌Shirabu is both logical and hot-headed, which is kind of interesting. It’s easy for him to snap when it comes to anger, but otherwise he’s very stoic.

V is for Visit: Would they allow anyone else to visit their darling? Do they trust their darling to talk to their loved ones (in person, on the phone, etc.) or not at all?

🧳No. Shirabu is nothing if not careful, he’s secretly terrified someone will turn him in for kidnapping.

W is for Weakness: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

❌ Shirabu is pretty well-balanced and very intelligent, so it’ll be difficult to exploit a weakness.

❌ However, if you make him angry, it can sometimes put him off his game and make him careless. Unfortunately, you’ve got an angry Shirabu to deal with in that situation.

X is for Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

🛐 He’s not a worshiper. He loves you, yes, but he doesn’t worship you. He’s not that kind of guy.

🛐 He will do his best to win your heart, but he’s awkward and tsundere-y about it.

Y is for Yearning: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

😍 Quite a while! He tries to deny his feelings and how deep they go for a very long time.

😍 He also takes a very long time to plan everything he does out, so after he snaps, you’ll still have time.

Z is for Zero Tolerance: What is the thing that always makes them snap? What things will they not allow their darling to do under any circumstances?

0️⃣ Personally, I think out of all the many things that makes him snap, saying “I hate you” is the quickest way to both piss him off and break his heart.

0️⃣ He’s trying not to cry through his anger, reminding himself that you don’t mean it- you’re just scared!

[ciaossu-imagines]

Yeah. Like I watched seven episodes the first day (so six after I initially sent you the message) and finished it the next. Like I wanted to get to Lawless’ episodes because I just wanted to know what he sounded like and then the episode ended with a small bit of him and I just needed to watch a bit more but after episode 7 I knew I could take a break. I just couldn’t stop because of how much I loved it  and wanted to see what would happen next. I see. I might be wrong here since I still haven’t touched the manga and have only watched the movie today but from what I saw on the wiki and in the movie, it seems like the movie takes place after the events of the 12th episode but covers events that happened before the Greed pair appeared (like it literally says it covers those events on the wiki so I’ll see for myself at some point). So it’s a bit different. But either way it was a really good movie and I definitely enjoyed it and hope you do as well. And that’s totally cool. Like I also took days to respond last time because I wasn’t able to find the time before then. And I sent so many messages this time, with sure some images but it’s still *a lot*. And thank you for saying that 😊 It also takes me really long so don’t feel bad  about it or anything. Take all the time you need.

I love how you’re surprised by Lawless since for me loving him just made sense. Me too when it comes down to Mikuni. Like the movie revealed some stuff about his past and even though it answered some things, I’m still really intrigued about him and just want to see his full life and how he got Abel. No. For a change you’re absolutely wrong. It’s Lawless’s constantly caring and protective side even though I know he doesn’t always say the best things (and can be quite merciless at times). Also like, he’s the only one who disagreed with all of his siblings about that thing in the past after the vote had been then so it shows how good his heart is. Licht is just not my kind of guy and he’s just far too aggressive towards Lawless at times for my liking. Like even if Lawless wasn’t one of my faves, I’d still think that. But I do really like their song. And yeah. Like I loved his voice first and then him. Which was a bit unfair but it is what it is. I love that the opening is so inspirational to you.

I think the anime might’ve gotten ahead in some ways but yeah, I’ll see. And it’s nice to hear that the manga is just as enjoyable. I don’t know when I’ll get to it, maybe in a few weeks or so, but I’ll definitely let you know then.

Thank you so much for the last bit of your message as well.

Also, on an entirely different note I wanted to check your fandom list to see whether there were any other anime I might liked and went to look up ‘Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun’ since that’s one of the first ones on your list. Upon seeing the poster and images, I was like “Too colourful for me” but I still scrolled down to see which voice actors it has and Lawless’s voice actor voices a main character (Alice Asmodeus) so I’ll probably also try to check that out and some point. Not only that but Hugh’s voice actor (who does Hinata in Haikyuu!!) is the main main character so yeah, no chance of resisting that.

C

So, because I don't know if C is actively keeping track on the replies, and to kind of group everything into one post to make it easier for them to read it, I'm going to group the replies on the post, the ones that came via inbox, and this reply to them into one big post! I hope nobody minds and that it all makes sense to read!

So, to start replying to C! I'm so glad you enjoyed the anime enough to speed through it like that. I love also that wanting to hear a particular voice actor in their part made you so excited for the upcoming episodes and I really enjoy how much voice actors work means to you, how you have all these favourite voice actors and really recognize and respect their hard work in bringing these beloved characters to the screen or their work in making these characters so beloved. I know there are active fandoms out there for particular voice actors, but I still always feel like they're a little underloved and not as recognized as they should be within fandom as a whole, so your excitement and love for them is great to see. As more of a manga reader myself, like I've said, I honestly don't know a lot of the voice actors as well as you do, but even I have my favourites (just as I have my favourite podcasters, because their voices soothe me and make me feel comforted). And I will definitely look forward to watching the movie then and am glad you enjoyed it!

And thank you, as always, my dear, for being so chill and patient when it comes to me taking a bit to reply to our messages. It's very appreciated, and please don't worry about taking your time to reply last time too, I knew you were celebrating with family and busy with holidays and really was surprised with how quick you had replied, considering it was the holiday season and I knew you had family around (and while I'll talk about it in our messages, really hope the trip was super fantastic).

And I was surprised! I love the fact that you surprise me, even as well as we've gotten to know each other. And I will guarantee that the manga goes more into Mikuni and Abel and it's really lovely (and some beautiful manga panels just artistically speaking, just giving my opinion here). And see, I think that might be another way the anime really differed from the manga, in reagards to the vote, because there were multiple siblings in the manga for sure who had been against it. And that is interesting to read, your views and interpretations of both Licht and Lawless so thank you so much for sharing that! It was a great read!

Lastly, before we get into the other messages and really getting into what thoughts people had on Servamp anime versus Servamp manga, I'm going to answer C properly on her last paragraph. Again, I'm trash with recognizing different voices (and do watch Welcome to Demon School! Iruma-kun dubbed, sue me, it's easier to do as I often sit and do my embroidery with the episodes) so I hadn't realized they shared a voice! Or that Hugh was also Hinata! That was cool to learn. I will say I love Alice and definitely think you'll enjoy him if you do end up trying Iruma-kun, though I'm actually making a pretty solid bet that he won't end up being your absolute favourite, even with the voice being an actor you love! Just not enough in common with your normal favourites, and I do think at least one of the staff will be among your favourites lists. I do see your 'very colourful' comments on Iruma-kun, but honestly, it's one of the more recent anime/mangas that really remind me of the classic Big 3 (Naruto, Bleach, One Piece) that were huge throughout the time I was coming into fandom proper and even being new, it has this great nostalgic vibe to me probably because of that. I would really recommend it to anyone who loves any of those.

Now into the actual comments and views on the manga versus anime for Servamp! Like I said, I don't know if C saw these on the actual post, so just reposting them here to make sure they do!

And this one came through the ask box!

I think I'm realizing that I'm actually probably really lenient on what I consider a good adaptation, haha, but maybe that's because I've suffered through some really terrible adaptions (2016 Berserk, which remains one of the worst I've ever seen, Deadman Wonderland's anime adaption which turned a largely horror based manga to kind of straight shounen, Bleach where the anime was at least a good 40% filler and which really did water down a lot of the battles, the dub of Ghost Stories which like…it's so bad it's funny and I honestly do feel bad for anyone who wanted and still wants a good dub of that, the Junji Ito anime collection which was doomed from the beginning because I really don't think there's a good way to properly translate Ito from page to screen, the way Soul Eater ended makes it to me a horrible adaption because fuck that ending, Saiyuki in a way because even though I do love the anime I'll admit it severely watered down a lot of things and did censor a lot to make it suitable for broadcast, the reminder that the 4kids dub of One Piece exists, Eyeshield 21's anime). So maybe I have been too forgiving because the general consensus does really seem to be that the manga and anime diverged greatly and that the best bet is to read the manga from the beginning to really get the full story. And, since I admit to being mostly manga now on that, though I do enjoy watching the anime every now and then, I do get and appreciate everyone's views on that! Thank you so much for everyone who chimed in on that, and I'll ask C, if they start the manga and decide to read it through, to let me know through ask box so all those fans who took the time to weigh in can know how C likes it and if they agree on the manga versus anime!

[danniluisee]

~just passing through~

~.*Sakuatsu Fic Masterlist *.~

[for my personal use to keep track and close tabs from my browser. But, feel free to read them as well ( ^ω^ ) Contains my fave lines or quotes from the fic, will update regularly hehe ★〜]

Legend:

♡彡 ~ Timeless Personal Favorite

★彡 ~ Favorite

★彡 play me like a movie (that you’ve never seen) by lunarins (G, 13.2k, 1 ch, entertainment industry au)

Blurb: It’s not that Atsumu doesn’t get along with Sakusa Kiyoomi. Miya Atsumu is someone who gets along with everyone. He’s an idol, after all. They just…well, they just don’t really get along.

Fave Quote: “Sakusa Kiyoomi and I are very good friends,,

Personal Note: Okie, paying homage to the first Sakuatsu fic I have read. Cut to me not knowing how to navigate AO3 that much and just looking up the haikyuu tag and coming across this fic *wheeze*. It was really cute and I was hooked, led me to the rest of these fics and I’m never looking back. Really cute, fluff and all (*´꒳`*).

♡彡 Four Vlogs and a Wedding by lettersinpetals (T, 15.6k, 4 ch, canon, pt 3 of this love isn’t crazy series)

Blurb: Sakusa and Atsumu go road tripping in California. What could go wrong?

Fave Quote: (Atsumu, ch 2) “When I say I cried, I mean I f*cking cried. And then...I fell to my knees and practically begged him to marry me,, (Kiyoomi, ch 3) “To those who are inevitably going to ask, ‘Have you gone insane? Were you two drunk?’ I want you to know that I made this decision with eyes wide open,,

Personal Note: Alright this fic— I advise that you read the series in order to get the full effect. This is pt 3 out of 4 in the series [link with title]— this fic has and still remains my favorite Sakuatsu fic I have read, ever. When I think of them, I think of this. I have cried reading almost every chapter. No regrets (*´∀｀*). CHAPTER 3, GUYS CHAPTER 3, I swear I cried the most there. The writer, lettersinpetals, if u have tumblr pls I want to send u my regards <33, you have every right when being that good AAAA kudos kudos!! PLS, I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE >_< Though shorter, this barred a little bit higher than my other timeless fave “ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend”. For the quote, I couldn’t pick just one. But, the ones above really just sunk to me. Luv luv luv this fic, could and would read it anytime, how many number of times, and it wouldn’t get old. Pls send it and the author some love (*^ω^*).

♡彡 ATSU101: how to fall in love with your fake boyfriend by solyn (M, 110.6k, 11 ch, university au)

Blurb: Atsumu needs a fake date. Sakusa needs a fake boyfriend. What could possibly go wrong?

Fave Quote: “Kyoomi, d’ya trust me?,, “Yes,,

Personal Note: This fic *clap* I just can’t— omg. Though it is a (very) slow burn, it was very enjoyable to read. It was really hard choosing my fave quote cause there are a LOT. But, I think what I have chosen encapsulated the fic as a whole (to me). Definite must read!

The Story of Us by thesweetestners (M, 98.2k, 11 ch, canon)

Blurb: Atsumu has spent the last year falling in love with Sakusa Kiyoomi, but it's a secret they've never told anybody else. When a car accident snatches Omi's memories from the past two years away, Atsumu is left as the only one in the world who ever knew their relationship existed.

Fave Quote: “Ya remember my team motto, right? I don’t need the memories,,

Personal Note: I AM DECEASED. I— i cried a lot. It actually took me a while to get to this for fear of the plot, like the blurb sounds so good but idk there was a fear of me reading it. Actually, as i look back, its probably the angst tag that scared me HAHAAHHA but im so glad i did read it. Would recommend if you want to cry. Especially the last 2 chapters \(//∇//)\

The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (syailendra) (M, 11.4k, 2 ch, canon)

Blurb: In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.

Fave Quote: “What is wrong with people,,

★彡 The MSBY Black Jackals Take a Lie Detector Test by sifuhotman (T, 12.4k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: The MSBY Black Jackals test their friendship as they probe deep into each others' personal lives.

Unfortunately for Sakusa, that means confessing to a number of accusations: who he thinks is currently the best V. League player, if he thinks he'll make the Olympic Volleyball team, and whether or not he has feelings for Miya Atsumu.

Fave Quote: “It’s you, it’s always been you,,

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (T, 10.4k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.

Fave Quote: “But why is it that I don’t give more than two f*cks about your advertisements, or the fact that you give me the best tosses, or that you’ve perfected three serves, but I can’t stop thinking of the day you gave me onigiri?,,

Take Me Home by thesweetestnerd (T, 4.1k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Atsumu and Kiyoomi decide to keep their relationship a secret from the team, but when Kiyoomi gets drunk, he might blow their whole cover.

Fave Quote: “Don’t answer that, Omi,, “Yes,, “Ah, damn it,,

Clipped to You by littleboat (T, 8.1k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Sakusa starts wearing hair clips and Atsumu is more than a little obsessed

Fave Quote: “Can I put one in your hair?,,

all my life, been wanting this forever by comfortcharacters (T, 1.0k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Nothing seemed to be out of place. Except, of course, for the small fact of Atsumu facing his own personal hell come to life, taking the form of one Sakusa Kiyoomi perched happily in his lap.

Fave Quote: “Atsumu, does it look like I care?,,

Call Me Maybe by kitkatwrites (T, 1.8k, 1 ch, ER visit au)

Blurb: “What caused your nosebleed?” Dr. Sakusa asks, typing something into a computer next to him.

“M’ brother smacked me in the face with a Wii controller,” Atsumu tells him. “We were playing Just Dance 4,” he adds.

Dr. Sakusa raises an eyebrow. “What song?” He asks, and suddenly Atsumu feels very awkward.

“Call Me Maybe,” he mumbles.

Fave Quote: “Call me maybe,, “No thank you,,

The Wisdom Tooth Incident™ by allinadayofiwaoi (G, 4.8k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: “I dun think ma boyfriend will ‘preciate ya touchin’ me like that,” he whispered, dead-serious. “ ‘m not a cheater.”

Fave Quote: “And you call me Omi,, “Omi! Thank ya omi. Omi-Omi-Omi-Omi,,

have my heart, my love by samugiiri (1.7k, 1 ch, canon songfic)

Blurb: “Mm, Omi?” The setter’s voice is muffled by the spiker’s shirt as the former buries his head into the latter’s chest. Kiyoomi gives a soft hum in reply and Atsumu continues speaking.

“This song reminds me of us.”

“How so?”

“Listen ta the lyrics, Omi!”

Fave Line: “I love you because you have those Polaroids of me inside your nightstand,,

★彡 Last One to Midnight Loses! by evelynwrites (T, 14.9k, 2 ch, canon)

Blurb: The year may be new, but this love story was many in the making. Miya Atsumu vs His New Year's Resolutions: Speedrun Edition

Fave Quote: “What would you want to have if it didn’t cost you a damn thing?,, (wait,,, i ask myself the same thing (＞人＜;) )

tooru talks by floatyyourself (T, 5.5k, 1 ch, alternate profession au)

Blurb: Sakusa Kiyoomi, best-selling author of the Memento Mori series, has been confirmed to be making an appearance on late-night show Tooru Talks, staring Oikawa Tooru. The news has been confirmed by Sakusa's agency Itachiyama, who had just recently released a schedule of the author's promotional schedule.

According to Oikawa, Sakusa will also be joined by another guest but the identity of the guest will remain a secret. "The guest is someone we're all big fans of," the talk show host reveals. "But that's all I'm going to be saying about the topic because I don't want to spoil the fun."

Tooru Talks airs live nightly every weekend.

Fave Quote: “Who would want to listen to love songs over and over?,, “You talk a lot for someone who just published a romance story for the twentieth time,,

Champagne Problems by TwilaFrost (T, 3.0k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Atsumu struggles with depression and how it affects his self-worth in the eyes of others, especially his boyfriend who he thinks deserves so much more.

Fave Quote: “Share your burdens with me, I’ll take them. I’ll hold them all,, (pls get me someone like sakusa kiyoomi T^T)

Yours if You Want It by keenbean (G, 2.4k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Sakusa asks Atsumu out. Naturally, Atsumu panics.

Fave Quote: “Then tell me. What do you want?,, “You,,

One Time Thing by awkwardedgeworth (G, 1.6k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: "Hey. Is your face okay?" Atsumu leans back slightly, brows pulled together in concern, "You look like you're emotionally constipated."

"Shut up."

Then Sakusa leans forward, closes his eyes and presses his lips against something cool.

Fave Quote: “Remember, Omi? Just like old times,, “Idiot,,

atsumu and his love for kisses by sakusakym (T, 1.5k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: “Absolutely insufferable. But, you’re also absolutely beautiful, Miya.”

Fave Quote: “Have I told you how much I love you, Omi-kun?,, “You have, multiple times.,, “I know,,

you stole my heart (with just one look) by yearningbi (T, 2.3k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Kiyoomi proposes, accidentally. Title from 'stole my heart' by one direction

Fave Quote: “Good, because I have a no-return policy,, “I wouldn't give you up for anything in the whole world,,

penny for your thoughts (dollar for your smile) by blulights (T, 3.3k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Their nightly outings have taught Atsumu three things. 1. Bokuto Koutarou has a liver of steel and trying to outdrink him will result in alcohol poisoning (see subject no. 1, Hinata Shoyo, for proof). 2. Meian Shugo is a highly coordinated volleyball player but can’t get his head out of his ass long enough to actually land a shot in pool. 3. Sakusa Kiyoomi is a happy drunk.

Or: Atsumu learns that Sakusa has dimples

Fave Quote: “Thank you Bokkun for sendin’ me into the early stages of liver failure.” ( it’s not sappy, but this one is just hilarious XD )

Curiousity killed the Jackal by yamaguchis_ahoge (T, 2.6k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: “Oh sh*t.” Atsumu exclaims, panicked look on his face. Bokuto cocks his head to the side,

“What?” Atsumu pulls at the ring on his finger, it doesn’t budge.

“I can’t take it off!” He whispers, though there’s no one to reprimand them. Hinata’s eyes widen,

“Take it off.” He says, unhelpfully. Atsumu scowls,

“I can’t! I just told ya! It’s stuck.” He whines.

Fave Quote: “Marry me?,, “Yeah, I think I will,,

hands that heal by n33ks (G, 1.5k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Sakusa somehow sprains his wrist during practice. Atsumu is the first to notice something is wrong and offers to help.

Fave Line: “And dimples. He has dimples,,

Your b*stard by TroglodyteMonologue (T, 6.9k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: Atsumu has asked Sakusa Kiyoomi to marry him three times. The fourth time, Kiyoomi beats him to the punch.

Fave Quote: “You’re not the only one scared of being vulnerable,,

Read the Receipt by hhhhhhhappycow (G, 6.6k, 1 ch, canon)

Blurb: “I think we’re done here, thank you, Osamu. If we could just have the bill?”

As though waiting for those words, Osamu removed a small square of paper from his pocket.

And leaned over to slam the paper down on the table in front of Sakusa. “You’re paying tonight.”

“What?”, Atsumu squawked, his eyebrows traveling further up his forehead. “Why?”

“He knows why.”

Fave Quote: “Maybe they’re involved in something shady. You know, like the mafia,,

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Sixty Seven

Caput in Nubibus

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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"It's started. He got it off the ground. Let's go."

"Iwa? No fucking way!" you gasp.

Suna reaches for your hand and grabs onto you tightly. The two of you run through the airport to the gate where Iwa's been fixing the plane for the last week. However, just as you get there, you stop dead in your tracks.

"Y/N, what're you doing? Don't get cold feet on me now, baby. We're fucking out of here. Let's go!" he pleads with you.

"I'm not getting cold feet, Rin. It's Hinata. He's at gate 25. I don't think the others know where he is. I've got to go back for him," you say.

"Y/N, we can't make that fucking mistake. We'll get left behind. We have to go!"

"You go," you say, ripping your hand out of his. "I'll get Hinata and we'll meet you."

"I'm not messing around, Y/N. This guy isn't fucking waiting. He'll be gone by the time you find Hinata!"

"We're wasting time by arguing this," you shake your head as you turn away and run off. "Go to the plane! I'll be right there!"

"Y/N, I won't leave without you!" he shouts back.

"If you love me you'll get on that fucking plane, Rintaro! I'll be right there and you better be on before me!" you shout as you rush down the hall.

"I'll stall for you, but don't fuck around!" he yells back. "I'm waiting for you, Y/N!"

Even though you've lived in the airport for the past week, it's still confusing as hell to maneuver around. It takes you a good ten minutes to find Hinata. And when you do, he's curled up in the corner of the room.

"Fuck," you huff out when you finally find him. "Get up, Hinata. Time to go."

"What do you mean?" he sniffs as he looks up at you.

"Sadness is letting go, right? So let's fucking go. We gotta get up on our fucking feet again, man. And I'm serious. Iwa's got that plane goin' and Suna can only hold them off from leaving for so long. He doesn't give a shit 'bout waiting for us."

"Seriously?!" he responds as he scrambles to his feet and wipes his eyes. "Right now?"

"Yeah, right now! Let's fucking go!" you shout as you grab onto his wrist and pull him down the terminal hall.

When you finally get back to where Iwa's plane is, the damn thing is already moving. The two of you race as fast as you can down the track to catch up to it.

As you draw near, you see Suna leaning out the door and screaming your name. It gives you the last boost you need to run as fast as humanly possible before tossing Hinata up the emergency exit on the side.

"Y/N, grab on!" Suna calls out as he and Hinata work together to extend out their hands as far as possible.

"Shit, I'm coming Rin!" you cry out as you reach your arm toward theirs. "Don't leave without me."

"I'm not going anywhere, baby. Take my hand!"

And just like that, without another word or another step, the plane lifts in the air. Suna's hand that was just so close to yours floats upward and out of your reach.

You jump as high as you can into the air, your fingers finally grazing his palm. But that's all you get. Instead of him catching you, you slide right out of his grasp and begin to fall to the ground.

Just then, you let out a loud gasp, and your eyes open wide. Somehow, you're facing the clear sky with your back against the ground- a grassy field all around you. But this isn't an airfield. Not in the least. Instead, you're in a small garden with a horribly placed fence.

When you tilt your head to the side you watch as a rabbit squeezes under the fence and hops right onto your stomach, sniffing. And when you look back up at the sky, you see a large bird circling overhead.

Once more you close your eyes, hoping this is all some kind of practical joke, but the only thing that changes when you open them once more is that now a small Tailed Judy flutters past you.

Your face feels hot. Really fucking hot. But the rest of your body is freezing cold. What happened to the winter?

When you try to move your head again, you're unable to. You then try your fingers, hoping they'll twitch and move at least a little bit, but they stay perfectly still like they're glued in place.

Hot town, summer in the city

Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty

Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city

All around, people looking half dead

Walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head

You begin to hear the same song you heard about a week back, but this time it's not only being played on a radio. You hear someone else singing it, too. Someone whose voice you don't recognize at first until it hits you and your eyes begin to widen.

"No fucking way."

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not sure if you're taking requests but-

haikyuu character/s comforting you when you've had a bad day?

i don't really mind which character/s you choose, but i would prefer a sakusa please and thank you. <3

𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐃𝐀𝐘? - kiyoomi sakusa. 

hi love !! thank you for the request, i’m always taking them <3 i’ll make this just a sakusa one for you. though i’ll branch out and make some for the other boys, eventually.

warnings : it’s fluff :) post-timeskip sakusa , and semi-proofread !

wc : 0.8k

it felt like forever for the day to end when you got home. you seen better days, but today just wasn’t one of them.

by the time you set foot indoors, you dropped your handbag to the wooden floors, a glass breaking into fragments reverberated the hallway. wish you had the energy to care for the nameless article that had broke within the carrier—

something to worry about later you dismiss dragging your feet down the hall, to the nearby bathroom where you stepped foot into the tub, fully clothed, shoes and all. 

sakusa had mentioned earlier that he’ll be arriving later than usual because of the boys need for practice for an upcoming game. to the both your dismay, meant seeing each other less. in the meantime, you lean on the white tiled of the bathroom wall using it as a guide on your way down, taking seat on the floor, the clear rubber mat creating a comfortable cushion for you. 

tugging your legs to your chest with the aid of your jeans and the crescents of your fingers pressing gently on the inner part of your ankle while your head made a home on top of the curve. it’s been a while since you sat in the tub, fully clothed to reflect on your day being that you had sakusa there who let you play with his fascinating black coils of his hair.

now you listen to the sound of the water droplets of the sink faucet just feet above you, making a plink noise as each one hits the dark porcelain base, failing to hold at the ring. you didn’t mind the sound, though, it had given you a kind of tranquility overtime. the silence around the nearby rooms of the apartment was even better— nothing to interrupt your thoughts.

it was until the front door from the other side of the wall opened with the click of the lock, the voice you knew too well registered in your ears, “y/n?” 

you would reply with a strained, ‘ in the bathroom ’ before he headed just that way. 

and there you sat, work attire still attached to your person, he leaned against the frame, bag slung across his shoulder and rested at his hip. he could tell something was wrong with you, either you don’t know how to correctly take a bath or, of course, didn’t have that good of a day.

“ i don’t think that’s how you take a bath,” he conversed after the intervals of silence give him an unsetting feeling in the pit of his stomach. even so, he pulls off the bag setting it on the floor outside the bathroom and his shoes atop of the bag. he tracked up the upon entering, cringing at his shoe design that melted into your smaller ones, “bad day?”

“yep,” 

you phrased popping the p at the end of your singled response. you lifted your head following his figure as he sat on the opposite side of the tub. he seemed as if he was stuck in that position from the limited room he has to extend his sore legs. though he didn’t seem to mind it, “would you like to talk about it?” 

the shake of your head was enough for the corner of his lips to tug downwards. he would usually pester you into giving in, particularly how he would when the two of you initially got together a few years back. but over that time, he learned that can be overwhelming for some— for him even, “okay, but if you want to. i’ll listen.” 

he wasn’t sure if he— or you wanted to be in his arms or the other way around. so he does what he always do, 

“would you like to play with my hair?”

and it gets you every time. a little grin replacing the frown that sported on your lips, nodding your head with it. he stands up, with lead of the his hands pressed to his knees before turning around, his back back pressed gently against your chest. your fingers happily meshing with his soft strands that always captivated you to see the pretty inconsistent curls.

he tries to keep his curls soft and coiled for you, knowing how you find it oddly entertaining to make pigtails and random braids that he has to discover on his wash days.

the player never seemed to mind, regardless of the hassle it was to pick at his hair with the end of one of your pointy combs, or when you put an unnatural amount of gel in his hair to slick it down. it made you happy, and as did it make him.

“can you get the gel and colorful rubber bands— oh the brush and comb too!"

thanks for reading! reblogs, comments and such are always welcome <3

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Sad M/C headcanons Part 2 (Leviathan, Satan, and Asmo)

Hello lovelies!!!! I hope you guys are having an amazing week so far!!

Okieee so here is the next part for this Head canon set. I know Mammon and Luci got their own. It was just cause I couldn't control how much I was writing hehehe so yeah anyway its not favouritism, I promise. 

Again so sorry it took so long! Lord knows i’m kind of stretched thin and its funny since I am thinking of writing a Haikyuu fic that I can’t get out of my head lol.

Anywhoooo Enjoy, Reblog and pretty please Request thankuuuuuu. 

Summary: Leviathan, Satan and Asmo x Sad M/C and how they react to her crying + how they cheer her up!

Trigger warnings: Not anything but i guess Homesickness and just yeah being a bit sad. (unedited)

LEVIATHAN: 

Oh dearie me!! 

Honestly, I can see this being a hard situation for Levi to navigate solely because he doesn’t leave his room often enough to even realise whats happening. I mean, yeah, one of the brothers could tell him that you aren’t your normal self but even then. I can’t see Levi coming to you solely because he wont think he could be of any help. I mean he sees himself as a recluse so like yeah. 

I think in Levi’s case it would be a sudden realisation when you are playing games. Even if you've been feeling this way a long time. Its not because he doesn’t pay attention and thus didn’t notice, but when you are around him, it was a distraction for you and so you were more upbeat than you had been with the others. He also was so focused on showing you his new anime that he doesn’t even realise. I feel like Levi could be one of those friends/ boyfriends who aren't great at problem solving but really good at distracting and listening and then they would do their best to dote on you.

So like, you've been upset for a while now. All the other boys know and though they've tried to help and alleviate some of the things weighing down on you it hasn’t worked. You have still been avoiding them and keeping to yourself. The only one who doesn’t realise is Levi. Its because whenever you come over to his room to play games and watch anime you’ve been fine; listening to him and watching with amusement. So when the brothers come to him telling him to help he doesn't even take them seriously or really understand. 

But somewhere in his brain he starts keeping an eye out and he does notice. The signs aren't super significant but still they take away from your personality so much that it scares Levi. It starts with when he is opening the door to let you into his room. It takes you a minute to get that tired look of your face and to smile. When you had been sitting and watching anime’s the dazed off look you get where you don’t even register him saying anything. Oh or the one time you fell asleep and he saw smudged up mascara stains and tear tracks. He assumed you were super touched by the anime but then it happened more often than not. 

The biggest thing though was when you had stopped encouraging him to leave his room. Usually when you would tempt Levi out of his room by promising to hang out with him and only him if he left the room. Now however you would just trudge into his room and flop onto the couch or his bed. It started to concern him deeply but at the same time he didn't think he could help nor did he know how to. I think he is the main one who wouldn't do a huge gesture, not because he didn't want to but I think out of all the demons he understands best the negative feelings of self worth. 

He understands that someone making a big deal out of it is probably the exact opposite thing you needed sometimes. Sometimes, the right person asking you at the right time whether you're okay is all that you need to open up and then to pretend it isn't a big deal… a distraction. It may not be problem solving and therefore not the healthiest but it is helpful in not bottling things up. And thats exactly what happens. 

He opens the door one day and this time you couldn't even be bothered to cover up the exhaustion and underlying sadness. You trudge into a room and flop onto the chair next to his gaming one. He got an extra one for you. He queues up an anime. Halfway through the movie he hears you sniffling but he doesn't say anything. It’s the small hiccups that make him look towards you. You're burying your face in your sweater paws. Your eyes trained on the anime but they have a far away look. Levi has kind of had it so he finally pauses the anime. He turns you towards him and though he is blushing he says, 

“M/C… are you okay? If you are then its fine and it’s also fine if you aren’t but… I mean you can talk to me you know?I… I wont judge...I want to help thats all...” 

You look at him for a minute. All the others had tried to get you talk and as much as you love them you don't think they are great at accepting human flaws so you always waved them of. For some reason though Levi asking made you want to tell him everything and you knew he would understand. With that realisation you dropped your hands and started wailing. At first Levi panicked almost getting ready to call one of the others but then, you collapsed into his lap, your arms wrapping around his neck while you curled your knees inward and your head tucked into his neck. Levi tried his best not to have a nosebleed as he very hesitantly put one hand around your upper thighs, the other hugging you shoulders as he lifted you further into him. It took him a while to loosen up but after half an hour or so later he was stroking your hair and cooing at you to shhh while you kind of sobbed into his jacket.

See with Levi its not about the sadness being little or big, its not about wanting space or not wanting it. Its solely distraction based. Its about getting away from it for a while. Its kind of Levi’s whole thing you know.  

Eventually Levi could tell you were tired and wanted to sleep so he stood you both up. No pressure to talk or tell him everything. He let you cry it out so that at least the exhaustion wasn't bottled up. He felt better about it and knew you would feel better even if you hadn’t solved anything. You got rid of your skirt and shirt, changing into the hoodie Levi threw in your general direction. Levi changed out of his pants into pyjamas. He settled into the bathtub and before you could complain about being heavy on him, he pulled you in like he had seen many of the guys do in anime. The entire time his cheeks were red and he was stuttering. You were still teary eyed and crying, but just the general warmth of Levi’s skin against your palm, the way in which he kept stroking your hair and the way he kept whispering reassurances. It wasn't long before you had kind of knocked out. 

Though it took some time eventually Levi also knocked of, not before kissing your forehead. The following morning, you stretched out in Levi’s arm almost smacking in the face which made you giggle and him flounder. For a bit you both just chilled in each others arms talking about recent Manga’s and anime’s but this is the part where he would get a little serious and the part where he would hope you start talking. Again he isn't the types to force it out of you like Luci or Mammon but he also wants to help which is exactly why he is the easiest to talk to. While still laying with him, you start to open up to him and let him know everything thats been bugging you. 

Regardless of wether its small or big, Levi kind of just listens with no other notions. I think if you are looking for solutions then you need to specifically tell him that in which case he will give his two cents but otherwise his only plan of action was to listen. After you've gotten everything of your chest, its anime marathons and just spending the rest of your day in bed. 

Overall yeah, I think with Levi its hard not to just talk to him because as much as he would like to pretend differently he is very open and it makes you open up to him in equal amounts. 

I think his also clearly involves the others least because he doesn't want you to feel suffocated. So yeah overall absolute cutieeeee. 

SATAN:

Okay so with Satan I think its a no brainer that this demon would know from the get go if something was wrong. 

He is incredibly intellectual and incredibly observant. He would see the signs before anyone else really did. He didn’t even have to attached to you by the hip like Mammon is. He saw it in your interactions with others.  

It started small like at the dinner table. In Satan’s eyes you are an absolute heaven sent with the way you can manage and entertain not just Mammon but Lucifer and all of his rowdy brothers. You indulge them in a way that keeps them happy and has them listening to you. So for the first time when he sees the dull way in which you respond he already knows something is up. He doesn’t miss the way the loud banter that usually you partook in was making you twitch and rub at your eyes.

Your distance from others is made more obvious when you stop hanging out with them in large groups. Usually you all hang out together or in sub-units. It started with you leaving the big group to you not being able to handle hanging out with more than one or two of them at a time. You were shy and hesitant and it was very reminiscent of when you had first started getting close to them. You were hiding away and Satan disliked it very much so. He hated feeling as if you didn’t trust them.  

One of the big things about your relationship with Satan and his with yours was trust and faith in one another (be it a romantic relationship or platonic). What that means is that when Satan feels like indulging in his sin or when he feels that overwhelming wave of rage you trust him to come to you and know that you can help. That means that when you're having a tough time he expects you to come to him so when he sees you not giving him the same courtesy he feels angry with you. 

You continue to pull away and unfortunately for Satan it feels like he can’t do anything about it. He has learnt not to push you too much because usually you would come to him on your own. Think of it as his way of giving you space. He just continues to keep a watchful eye over you whenever he could and he made it so that that was ninety percent of the time.

It finally comes to head in one of the school council meetings. You had barely been able to get yourself there. The anxiety of so many rowdy boys all in one room gave you a headache before the meeting even started. You were sitting between Mammon and Levi and it seemed they planned on being the loudest today. Everyone was talking all at once, there was so much noise and so much chatter. Amongst all of the chaos Satan’s eyes didn’t leave your figure. He watched the way you lolled your head forwards using your hair to hide your face as you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt your breath get short as the noise became too much. You stood up abruptly and before anyone could question you, you were out the door and running for the closest empty classroom or bathroom. 

For a minute there was the silence that you had desperately wanted before once again all the boys were shouting at each other. Each shouting for why they should be the one to chase after you. Satan shared a quick look with Solomon and Simeon to let them know he was on his way and both boys understood to keep the others distracted as Satan quietly slipped out of the room and then dashing in the direction he thought you went in. It took him some time to check all the empty classrooms before he stumbled on the muffled sounds of sobbing from the art room.  

He opens the door to find you on your knees, your legs splayed on either side of you as you tried fruitlessly to wipe your eyes while tears kept pouring out. You let out a frustrated groan at that as you kept repeating the phrase ‘Stop crying!” over and over again. Satan sighed. You were so busy in your own head you didn't even recognise that someone had come in. You only looked up when you sensed a presence in-front of you. You lifted you head to say something when you met Satan’s worried eyes trained on you. You really didn't have it in you to push him away. He had taken to kneel in-front of you, knees touching yours, his hands resting on his thighs as we waited for you to let him know it was okay to touch you. 

For a second there was complete and utter silence between you two, before you let out a loud sob as you buried your face into Satan’s chest, hands grabbing at his sweater front. He quickly wrapped one arm around your shoulders the other going to hold your head, gently stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest.

Satan would be very upset that it had gotten to this point but at the same time he is happy that he is the one there to help you and take care of you. He would let you cry it out sitting there even though he wanted to get you guys back home and safe in one of your rooms. He knows you need to get everything out of your system or at-least some of it before you're ready to brave the world again. Its only when your sobs have dwindled to sniffles that he would pull away to hold your face. There really isn't any point in hiding away or shying away cause Satan’s grip on your face is strong. His thumb stroking under your eyes clearing away the tears as best he could. He would sit and observe the way your eyes are puffy and red rimmed, your cheeks splotchy and your nose raw. He would simply sigh and kiss you lightly before getting up and helping you up as well. His silence would make you nervous but you didn't have the strength to say anything either so it would remain quiet as he interlaced one hand of yours tightly with his. 

You two would make your way home and Satan would let you hide in his shoulder if you bumped into anyone you knew on the way. He trusted one of the others to grab your things as he led you into the house and straight to your room. He would seat you on the bed before first throwing some of your nightly sweats and hoodies in your direction demanding for you to change. He would then first head to his room and grab a book, then the kitchen where he would fill a basket with snacks and various different types of drinks and lastly stop by Belphie’s room to grab a comfy blanket before returning to your room. He would leave everything on the bed before getting himself on there. His back to the headboard. He would manoeuvre you into bed with him and this is all without any words shared between you two. He would have you straddling his waist arms around his neck as he hugged you to his chest. You two would just breathe for awhile spending some much needed time together. He had missed you. He would finally pull away, before you could say anything he would hold a hand up, 

“M/C, I won’t pretend to understand why you have been behaving the way you have for the past few weeks... just... just know that firstly if you ask for space the most you'll get is me sitting on the other side of the bed... outside of that I'm not leaving until we have a conversation and you tell me what is wrong... Have I made myself clear?”

You shyly nod your head fiddling with the bottom of his shirt as you do so finding it hard to look him in the eyes. He would lead you back to his chest stroking your hair and just sitting and relaxing with you, something the two of you haven't done in a while. You may or may not cry a little more but through it all Satan would just hold you. At some point he might say, 

“Whenever you're ready my heart, there is no rush”

His soft voice and his worried eyes would finally make you pull away, resting on his thighs as you take a big breath and begin to talk. 

I feel like Satan would be in the top three in terms of understanding you and your reaction if it was something small. He wouldn’t become condescending or judgemental. His main objective would be to sit and listen. I think the only time frustration might settle in is when he realises you could have come to him and the intensity of the negative emotions wouldn't be so strong but he decides to bring it up later. He also would be the best in understanding that sometimes you just need a good cry and so he would understand that things were just building up. He would only go into problem solving mode if you specifically asked for it. Its not that he doesn't want to help you solve things, its just he knows that it may not be what you want to hear right then and there. 

I think he would handle big problems the same as small ones though I feel like he might be more geared to making a plan to avoid you hiding away from him like you did earlier. His main aim unlike the others would be to find a way to make sure you will come to him for help and if you still feel like having a breakdown at least you can do it with someone who can make sure you're in a safe space and have things you need to work through it. He knows he cant prevent all your breakdowns for the rest of you life but he at least wants to make it easier for you.

Overall I would say your relationship is one of few words. Satan and you are just oh so trusting of one another that even a big breakdown with him is still small compared to the others. He just has so much understanding for what you may go through as a human in a dimension that you technically weren't meant for and so he just wants to help make it as much easier as he could... such a cutieeeee. 

ASMO:

Asmo-chan is such a cutie. Truly an absolute sweetheart BUT he is also so self absorbed that honestly I'm sorry but he isn’t noticing your building sadness on his own. I know everyone has a lot of faith in him and I do to... However he really wont see it. This baby is always wearing rose coloured glasses figuratively and so it would take one of the more observant brothers like Satan or Luci telling Asmo that you may not be in the best spirits for him to realise. I can see one of the two pulling Asmo aside to let him know that they have noticed you weren’t being upbeat and cheery as you used to and that you have been pulling away. Asmo’s first reaction is to brush it aside since he still hasn't seen it and honestly around him its easier to just forget about all your responsibilities and the useless chatter that sometimes fills your head. So you dont act any differently. That doesn’t mean it doesn’t stay with Asmo and like Levi he starts to keep an eye out for you and to see whether you were acting differently. 

At first he thinks Satan and Luci were just being overprotective birdies since your behaviour wasn't any different but slowly the signs start to bleed into your interactions with Asmo. You become quieter, it takes you some time to react as excitably to him as if there is a lag in your system. You start to wear baggier clothes and you start to shy away from physical touch from all of the boys which was honestly the biggest one. 

You hadn’t always been physically affectionate with the boys. It had taken time to cultivate that trust with you and it was understandable since each one had put you in danger one way or the other. However, you had finally gotten to the point where you weren’t hesitant anymore. The boys still talk to each other about how excited they get when you hug them first. So the distance you are trying to put between yourself and them becomes clearest when you no longer search them out. You were skittish like a child nervous to be touched by strangers. 

One day you were all collected in the den for a movie night and everyone had chosen a spot around the couch. Like always they left the centre empty for you where they would all in some way hold you. However when you entered, you quietly placed yourself on the outside of the bundle sitting on the floor besides Luci’s legs. Usually when you would do that you would lean on his legs and huff until he was petting your head and hair through the movie until you slept yet this time you stayed as you were, body rigid and never relaxing. Luci and Satan shared a look with Asmo and he furrowed his brows. 

It slowly got to the point where you couldn't handle any form of holding or touching for more than a minute. The strange behaviour that had earlier alluded Asmo now showed itself in full form. You were quick to upset and you had a hard time being around people for a long time. Your clothes become heavier and long sleeved as you tried to hide yourself away from the world. Asmo did not know how to approach you about the problem when he didn’t really understand what it was or where it was stemming from. He tried to be gentle about it at first plopping his head in your lap as you sat on his bed but with a quick excuse you managed to evade him. He tried to be whiny about it but that got him nowhere either. Again one could think of it as space as Asmo tries not to corner you too much feeling that it was fair to treat you like an adult who would ask for help when they need it… However it never came. 

It finally blew up a few weeks after you had gotten this way. You thought you were having a fairly okay day and didn’t think too much into going on a shopping trip with Asmo. He had been begging for it for a month now and though he wanted bonding time alone with his favourite human he begrudgingly let Satan and Belphie tag along... as long as they promised not to hold them back. Asmo dragged you through store after store picking clothes he knew would look uber good on you. All three boys showering you in constant praise. As the day went on and on, you couldn’t pinpoint what it exactly was but you felt yourself getting more and more upset with each new shop. The boys’s praise falling on deaf ears. You didn’t realise it until you saw a young demon girl who looked like she was shopping with her mother. The teenage girl beamed up at her mother who playfully pulled her cheek. The daughter groaning in protest. Her father and brother held bags filled to the brim with clothes and other things. The boys though exasperated with the women in their lives clearly held endeared smiles as they watched the women gush… You didn't even feel the first few tears as they slid down your cheeks. Your eyes following he family as they walked out of sight. You had been homesick for a while now but you hadn’t realised the intensity until now. The deep yearning that bloomed in your chest triggered all the other things that had you feeling miserable. 

Your chest starting to heave as you pulled your arm from Belphie. He had been sitting in a chair that you had been standing against. Belphie watched you aggressively wipe at your cheeks as you started to cry out. But before he could jump up Asmo threw what seemed to be a million shopping bags in his hands. Asmo didn’t pay any mind to the grumbling of his younger brother as he cupped your soft cheeks in his hands. He watched for a minute as you cried out, cries turning into full blown sobs. You worked your way into Asmo’s arms as he quietly watched his best friend and the love of his life break down in the waiting area of a clothing store. Asmo jumped to action soon wrapping both arms around you shoulders, one hand pushing your face into his shoulder. With Satan and Belphie’s help Asmo managed to get you into one of the private showing rooms where everyone left the two of you alone. All the while you stayed buried in his chest never once looking up as you continued to cry saying muffled words that Asmo couldn’t hear. He sat the both of you down in a spacious loveseat. Asmo let one arm wrap over the tops of your thighs as you sat diagonally on his lap the other around your shoulder pulling you in further. He stayed silent as you cried out and finally Asmo heard the words “I want my mom! I want papa... I want them now”. You called out for your parents gripping Asmo’s shirt in your hands. Asmo sighed clearly you had reached a breaking point and it was driven by homesickness. He hugged you tighter, 

“Oh M/C darling... oh my its okay sweetie, i know M/C I know, its okay I’m here just cry it out okay dove... no one will come in so its okay say whatever you want to” 

Asmo knew that there was more to the situation but for now his heart and gut twisted in his body at the way you cried out for your family. He does his best not to cry with you but he can feel a few tears slip from the corner of his eyes. You stay that way for a while. Eventually your cries dwindling to sniffles as you wipe your nose on the back of your hand. You go to whisper, 

“I am sorry Asmo... I ruined our shopping trip...”

“M/C absolutely not, you take that sorry back right now! Sweetie look the whole point of this little shopping trip had been to get you to open up about whats been upsetting you... You haven’t been yourself for awhile now and I’m sorry... clearly you were hurting and I should have stepped in but now I’m here okay and we aren’t leaving not even if the store closes, until you feel comfortable telling me what is up and how I can help okay? Now clearly you are homesick but I can’t believe this is the only thing there is it?” When you shake your head he sighs resting his head against you shoulder.

“Please M/C you'll talk now lovely yes? please my skin can’t take this stress anymore”

You giggle before finally complying, both of you becoming more serious as you begin to talk. Asmo would be the type to be more frustrated if the issue has been small things. I dont think he would realise the need for a breakdown or a good cry session. If it’s small things that made you distant all he will see is seemingly simple solutioned things that kept you form him and so he would definitely whine but of course playfully. He would start pointing all the ways in which those situations could have been avoided and fixed. You would definitely have to tell him to shut up but eventually he would understand. He would definitely talk it over with Satan a few weeks after the situation has passed and Satan would help him realise how things piling up can feel overwhelming. 

If it were big things I think Asmo seems like the kind of person who would call in all the favours he could, and no matter what he has to do manage a way to resolve the issue even if you didn’t ask for it. Like for homesickness thing he wouldn't even try with Lucifer, going all the way to Diavolo and working hard to plan with him a way for you to visit your family. 

So yeah overall with Asmo, yeah its definitely messy and chaotic because I think he himself is a little. Maybe not in how he presents himself to the world but more in that he is laid back and has too much faith in the people around him. I would peg him as the only one out of all seven as the biggest optimist so you would definitely have to learn to be more communicative with him but as you get better at that the more after crying cuddles you get. so yeah overall super tender and sweet!!! 

I don’t think you guys realise how long this has been in my drafts good lord but finally posting it. I write way too much haha btw can someone tell me what is happening in the Obey Me world cause honestly the lessons have gotten so hard that i dont play as often (Doesn’t mean I’ll stop writing hehehehe)

Anywho as always enjoy you guys and request or submit something just to say hi and reblog and like!!!! 💜💜

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Best Underrated Anime Group B Round 1: #B4 vs #B5

#B4: Human falls in love with an android

This anime is a 13-episode Sci-fi romance story about eighteen-year-old Tsukasa Mizugaki, who lands a job at Sion Artificial Intelligence Corporation ( SAI Corps). SAI corps has created Giftias, androids that are nearly identical to humans. Giftias have one major difference from humans in that they are only allowed to live for 9 years and 4 months before they start to break down.

Tsukasa is partnered with a Giftia named Isla. Slowly, they begin to fall in love.

#B5: (Mostly) unexperienced college track team aims for big race

It’s a sports anime which focuses on a college running team. Their goal? To run the Hakone Ekiden, a famous marathon relay race. The catch? With two notable exceptions of their captain and their latest recruit, this team is composed entirely of amateurs. Does this mess of a team stand any chance of even qualifying for the race?

Titles, propagandas, trailers, and poll under the cut!

#B4: Plastic Memories

Propaganda 1:

This anime is a heart-wrenching masterpiece. It is slow, tender, and incredibly cathartic. The art is beautiful, and the story is enchanting. Of all the random anime I watched in middle school, this one really stuck with me.

Propaganda 2:

My brother and I watched it together. He ugly sobbed at it so hard, he had to go stand outside and weep down the phone to someone and my mom thought that he’d received news of someone’s actual death. He was okay, though, I promise

Trigger Warnings: [Not Stated]

#B5: Run with the Wind (Kaze ga Tsuyoku Fuiteiru)

Propaganda 1:

Okay so finally a sports anime that isn't set in high school. (There aren't nearly enough set in college.) MC is basically Older Running Kageyama, in both looks and personality. He has to overcome his past issues with his old track team, and learn to open up. I love the relationships that form between the team members. There's one who is just Not Here for It and struggles A Lot, who just wants to go home and read manga. (Hey it me.) There's also a cute dog, and a lot of the bg music is by the same folks as Haikyuu.

Propaganda 2:

I genuinely think this might be the best sports anime out there. It’s an amazing anime in general, with good animation, a beautiful art show, and a great premise, though what really makes it stand out is the characters.

RWTW is a character-driven story at heart, with all the main characters given their time to shine. The main cast is very lovable, and their relationships with each other are depicted in a sweet but realistic way. The protagonist, Kakeru, goes through a great character development over the course of the show, from being a lonely outcast at the start to accepting the other team members into his heart as found family.

While I’m not a runner personally, I still found this interesting to watch, since along with the training there’s a lot of thoughtful discussion on the nature of running: what it means to run, to be a runner. There’s a very philosophical aspect to it, which makes sense considering that RWTW is actually adapted from a book. The last thing I’ll say is that as a college student myself, it’s really nice to watch an anime focused on people in college and not high school. Oh, and the soundtrack is incredible.

Trigger Warnings: Alcohol and Smoking

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