#Karasuno x y/n

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Cosplayer!Manager

Manager Who Loves Animals

Seijoh with a Chubby!Manager

Seijoh With A TikToker! Manager

Seijoh With A Florist! Manager

Seijoh Reacting To You Coming Out

Teams Seeing Their Manager In A Maid Outfit

Voice Actor! Reader

Deep Voiced Reader (Male)

Tall!Reader

Nonbinary!Manager

Reader's Fanclub

Manager listens to Girl In Red

Seijoh With An Affectionate Manager

Caring!Manager (who doesn't take care of themselves)

Deep Voiced!Manager (Fem)

Shy But Energetic! Reader

Human Vacuumer

Karasuno and Seijoh's Reaction To You Making Kissy Noises In Their Ears

Animator!Y/N

Reaction To Miya Twins' Fangirls Attacking You

Kunimi Comforting You

Emotionless Manager

Hinata's Energetic S/O

Clips and Stitches (Watari)

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pov: your camera roll if you were part of the karasuno vbc.

[clawsdevour]

both our firsts

wc: 1.8k content warning: established relationship, smut, first time (both virgins !), tsukishima x reader, not proofread

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“Kei..” you whispered, slightly shifting your head back to glance at him.

In a cuddling position with your boyfriend under the cozy blanket. His arms are tightly wrapped around your torso, inching up towards your clothed breasts. His nose just barely grazing the crook of your warm neck, half lidded golden eyes staring at the lit up device in your hands.

“Hmm?” a low voice vibrating along your smooth skin, lips delicately pressed against your bare shoulder.

Pressing his crotch closer to your ass, increasing in size and hardness under your embrace. His large hands cup your soft breasts, fondling them inbetween the thin fabric of your tank top. Biting down on your lower lip in arousal, your hips start grinding down upon the bulge that laid inbetween your two searing bodies.

“Have you done it before?” breaking the intimate silence with his husky voice resonating in your ear.

“No.. have you?” you murmured under your breath, shutting your phone off to focus your attention on your boyfriend.

Putting your phone to the side before shuffling in bed to face his flustered complexion. Arms around his neck as you get lost in his honey gold eyes, his hand on your waist moving lower to grope your ass, pulling your leg onto his hip whilst rubbing your thigh up and down soothingly. 

“I haven’t,” Tsukishima purred, caressing your cheek with his soft touch.

Pulling him in by his collar, you share a passionate kiss just about under the covers. Gradually his hands grasp you onto him, breasts pressed against his chest for his eyes to leer on, your heat emitting core rubbing against his bulge covered by articles of clothing. 

Your lips crashed onto his, just playfully pecking the outskirts of his soft mouth. Rimming the fine line with his tongue, urging you to part your mouth for him. Accepting to his advances and just slightly opening your mouth for his tongue to enter. Your tongues crash and sway together at a consistent pleasurable pace. 

His fingers move quickly, slipping under your shorts, barely making it to your panties from under your restricting article of clothing. Fingers pressing against your damp underwear making you flinch to a sudden halt.

“...Wanna do it?” Tsukishima purs from under you, face flushed from the intensive kissing, completely out of breath the moment you parted lips.

“Yeah,” sitting on his lower stomach, your fingers move up from the hem of his shirt, revealing his toned stone body for your desires to linger further. Wasn’t your first time seeing him half naked, but either way you still gawk at his delicious figure. 

His half lidded eyes gaze at you while you scan his stature from beneath. Raising his hands from your waist to grasp onto your breasts, thumb rubbing over your sensitive nipples that perked out from your tank top. Gasping out a subtle reaction to the stimulation he creates with your nipples, grinding your clothed crotch onto his erection while you both surpressed your groans. 

Hands working down lower to hold onto the bottom of your tank top, helping you take off your top, eyes focusing on the little bounce produced when it’s dropped off somewhere into the abyss of your room. 

Sitting up till his back hits the bed frame, hands pulling you closer by your ass, parting his mouth as he raised his head to lick your rosy nipples while you continue to rock your hips onto his.

“You’re so hard Kei,” hiding a smirk under your breath watching his eyebrows furrow while you felt yourself rapidly wetten on top of him.

“Should I just slip it in?” he smuggly chuckled before tracing a finger down your stomach, tickling your skin as he reached lower into your shorts.

Two fingers sliding down into your panties, stopping at your slit that emitted slick from within as he parted your wet folds with his fingertips. Coming in contact with your clit, just simply stroking it with the tip of his finger that had you wanting to rub your legs together despite hovering right above him.

The more he massaged your cunt with his gentle touch, the more stimulation he created, flooding you with pleasure. You’re holding onto his shoulder while you compress yourself in an attempt to not lose your cool in front of him as you bite down on your lower lip. 

Instead of rocking your hips on his painfully hard erection, you’re rubbing your pussy on his fingers while he watched with pride. Fingers creeping up and inserted into your gummy entrance, you let out a groan of satisfaction.

“Fuck so tight..” he breathed out, eyebrows furrowed as you make eye contact with him. Your fingers never felt as good as his whenever you masturbated to the pure thought of him, but woah his fingers that curled and scissored inside you made you whimper in delight.

“Does that feel good?” his breath tickling the surface of your stomach, pressing gentle kisses up towards your breasts.

“Yeah..!–” yelping when he took over and pressed your back against the fluffy blanket, fingers removing themselves from you to take off your shorts and undergarments. 

“S’kinda in the way,” flinging your shorts and undies somewhere on the floor before using his large hands to part your legs wide open for him to gaze upon as you tried to keep your legs together.

Sliding his hands down your inner thighs to soothe your shaking legs as Tsukishima lowered himself. Tsukishima’s hot muscle making contact with your slightly swollen clit, moving in circles while you held in your moans. 

While his tongue was busy bringing you to the brink of satisfied tears, Tsukishima’s inserting his fingers back into your gaping entrance to fill you back up, immediately moving at a faster rate than before.

Dazed from all the stimulation that pulses through your entire being, eyes starting to daze into a shut as it almost became numbing. His tongue working on pleasuring your throbbing red clit while his fingers worked endlessesly pumping out your juices before taking them out.

“You okay?” inches above your groggly face, checking in on your condition while you came back to your consciousness.

“Just feel so.. good,” placing your arm around his shoulder, the other reaching down to feel the hardness of his growing bulge as he swallowed hard upon encountering your touch, a suggestive smile lingering on your lips.

“You want it that bad?” he said confidently, hiding the fact that he’s inexperienced, the fact that you’re his first and that he’s yours.

“Be my first,” bringing both arms in to hug him, the solid rock laying inbetween your hot bodies.

Falling out each others arms, Tsukishima slides off his remaining articles of clothing leaving him bare and exposed. His cock dripped with precum as it stood tall in all its glory, staring back at you with a fiery pink tip.

Tilting yourself up a bit and onto your elbows. You continued to restrain yourself from keeping your legs closed while you watched him dip the tip of his cock into your wet folds, collecting all the left over juices that coated your sopping cunt before lining himself up.

“Are you sure.. y’know, about this? It might hurt,” looking up from the intimact act to see your quivering eyes filled with anxiousness.

He was right, it hurt. A lot. His girth was no match for your pussy, even upon just the slightest entrance. It was as if he were to pass a sword through you, stretching you out with his pointy tip that felt like it was tearing you in half. 

Taking it slow, Tsukishima grunts like he’s the one in pain. Your plush walls tightened around his cock the more he continued to shove his massive girth into you, almost felt like he was gonna get snapped in half inside.

“Wait– it hurts..” clawing into his muscular shoulder as he comes to a halt, letting you adjust to the shape of his cock.

Slowly, your pussy took the shape of his length, molding it into his own personal cunt. Toughing it out together while you breathed out for air. When he managed to bury his cock deep inside you, he’s praising you for your efforts of bearing the troubles of him.

“Does it hurt a lot? I’m sorry.. You did good babe,” kissing the tears off of your cheeks that flowed down earlier.

“Yeah.. but I want you to keep going,” caressing his cheek with your thumb.

“Okay, let me know when to stop or if it hurts. I’ll go slower,” laying a peck on your warm cheek before starting to grind his hips into yours.

Groaning in pain as he slowly continues to drill into you with concern, you can’t help but be impatient waiting for the pleasure to finally wash over the feeling of being cut into two with his own sword.

“Keep going..” you sobbed, eyes continuing to glaze with tears as he continues to stuff you with his length that scratched your walls like a fork on a dry chalk board.

The pain subsided to a numbing sensation before the contentness you started to feel filling you up. Stimulating your nether regions, though still moving in slow and sensational strokes. Watching his cock slide in and out, getting reapplied in your soaking juices with each gradual thrust.

“Does it still hurt?” honey eyes focusing on your facial expressions that continued to twist and contort while you whimpered.

“No.. well I don’t think–” yelping out a loud moan when he found and hit one of your core stimulating areas.

“..feels good!” you exclaimed, arching your back inches off of the plush mattress.

A bit of a smirk crept up his face, starting to pick up his pace, his hips starting to click more with yours. Repeatedly, his tip started to prod into your sensitive regions, over and over again until you reached your high and saw static completely take over your vision.

Legs trembling as you continued to let him pound into you till he reached his climax. His soft delicate thrusts turned into quick and rough ones the more you called out for his name. His hot rod continuing to impale you before instantly whipping it out the moment he felt like he was about to burst inside you. 

His fiery red angry head spurting out his warm milky goop on your stomach as his low voice groaned with satisfaction. Squinting eyes behind his thick lenses observing his gooey mixture drip down your abdomen to the side from out of his cock. 

His large hand stroking over it to completely empty his load over your bare body, coating you in what he had in store. Your torso glistened with his murky white cum, chest heaving out pants of exhausation while you subtly smile in contentness before his heavy body just barely fell on top of yours.

“..Did you feel good?” lifting his head up to peer at you, his fingers moving the strands of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ears. “Mhm..” you grumble out, too tired for a full response.

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Hi theree!! If you dont mind, can you write iwa, kuroo, akaashi having a major crush on cool reader who is very good in hiding her feeling

kuroo x hard to get!reader p. 1

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"What's a pretty girl like you doing at a training camp?"

That was yet another version of a weak line you heard often. Emphasis on weak. The Nekoma captain lost your attention before he could even begin; made plain as day in a quiet sigh and the way you squeezed your clipboard closer to you.

All Kuroo noticed was how it pressed your chest up, real pretty in that tank top. It was the first time in days he felt an ounce of gratitude for the still heat of this summer, the lack of circulation in the gymnasium.

"What's the matter?" He chuckled, puffing his collar to get some air on his warm skin, "You shy?"

Guys that drooled over you, obsessive but ultimately bitter, made it so hard for themselves. There was nothing more attractive to you than a guy who just told you straight up what he wanted, what he liked about you, how it made him feel. But they always found it necessary to add extra steps.

You didn't have the time.

He followed your eyeline for a second, towards your team warming up, and threw a glance at his own. When he first saw you, he thought this would be quicker. The game would start soon and he needed your number, fast.

"That's alright if you are," Kuroo kept at this line of reasoning -surely the only reason you wouldn't look or speak to him- and leaned closer, "I'm into that."

The assumption was a little ridiculous.

You turned your chin away from him as if he wasn't there, then took a step forward, closer to the court, with a resigned hum.

A surprised, breathy laugh at the action. His brow furrowed a moment, not at all used to navigating around this kind of reaction, and finally understood that something was off. Yet, it still didn't occur to him that it was disinterest that motivated your avoidance.

A squeakity-squeak of shoes approaching, quick but heavy, didn't help at thawing your icy demeanor. He did notice that you at least looked at the captain of Karasuno.

Kuroo straightened up to his full height, shoulders squared at his mirrored rival.

"Kuroo."

"Sawamura."

"Is there a problem over here?" The subtle squint in his eyes let Kuroo know that he was suspicious of this bullshit right away.

They were a step away from whipping the measuring tape out. You rolled your eyes but it went vastly ignored.

"Don't know- you should go ask your team." Kuroo tilted his head, eyes low- threatening.

He didn't have the patience here to keep up appearances. Rival school was enough. Now he was cockblocking? There was simply no time to waste when he could already tell you wouldn't be so easy to crack. He liked your challenge, not Daichi's.

"Oh, okay-," Daichi's fake smile fell away to reveal a chilling scowl, "It's like that?"

Kuroo didn't miss a beat.

"Yeah, it's like that."

You cleared your throat, a successful interruption and deterrent: "He was trying to ask for my number."

His jaw almost hit the floor. He couldn't believe how blunt you were.

Daichi, delighted, laughed at Kuroo's shitty, rushed cover-up to hide how surprised he was.

He couldn't stay to keep throwing digs; there was a game to get to and he only had a minute to spare in the first place.

After you waved him goodbye, you turned around and walked towards the side wall for Karasuno's gear, all strewn about and disorganized. You began tidying up before the game.

Kuroo remained.

He stood still, dumbfounded that you walked away from him, at how easily you could speak, and shook his head full of growing doubts. He couldn't believe you didn't want him just yet.

Eyes locked on your pretty figure from behind, bent over while you gathered Karasuno's half-full bottles into the hefty carrier, he ran his fingers through his hair and prepared himself.

He was next to you, squatted down to help you collect every bottle.

For a minute he said nothing. He simply helped you clean up. You appreciated it only to an extent, because you knew it came with conditions.

One of the last bottles sported a message, scribbled in capital letters across some tape, 'DO NOT TOUCH' signed, 'TSUKIshima.'

The corners of your mouth tugged up at how quick he found the means to designate his own bottle. He really did hate it when the other guys drank from 'his' bottle. You sympathized with him, backing him up when he got uppity about the germs.

While they were supposed to share, part of that understanding was that they also shouldn't touch the mouth of the bottle with their lips (and most of them did, anyway).

As you placed it into the upper left corner of the carrier, where he often liked to put it, you smirked again at how the name scrunched up where he couldn't fit all the letters onto the tape.

"So you can smile."

You frowned. He was nothing if not persistent.

Sure, that alone was a turn-on, but it was obvious that he was ill-intentioned and misguided in his thought processes.

You didn't want him to feel like he won you over. You wanted a guy like him to beg a little. Step off the high-horse, get his hands dirty, work for something.

He clearly wasn't used to having to use his brain when it came to women. Guys like him pride themselves on how easy it is; they walk with a certain confidence, a coolness because there's no pressure to make accommodations in their behavior for girls they like. They can spend all their time playing shirtless sand volleyball and wait for girls to get in line.

When you stood, you slid the box of extra rags towards the water case with marked effort. He didn't help you with something so difficult- he was still reeling in the fact that you ignored him again, after he helped you.

If he chose not to chase after you, you could at least be the first time he got turned down so harshly. Both outcomes served in your favor.

He came to his senses a bit late. You both stood, and you had to dodge his unnecessary grab for your team's equipment.

"Let me help you with that, babe--,"

A scoff made him freeze again.

You shouldered the box of rags and balanced the heavy water case on your hip without so much as a word. You made your way outside to go fill the water case and dry out the rags in the sun.

His chest felt... tight.

Why did that hurt so bad? Fuck, what was he doing? Frustrated, he shook his head and walked back towards his team, at the end of their warm-up. He never had to work this hard for some chick's number, or even a laugh. In fact, since he never got turned down, he felt a sense of entitlement to -at the very least- your attention.

The fact that you wouldn't look at him was a unfamiliar mixture of sexy and cruel.

"Having some trouble?" Yaku's suggestive tone grated his nerves like nails on glass.

"Fuck off," Was a defeated sigh rolling off his tongue.

He sounded so gloomy that Yaku found the explicit discourtesy funny.

In your absence, he was able to focus on getting himself and his team ready-- he needed to worry about winning this game. He got the impression you didn't settle for losers.

They were all in position at the start. He took a breath to center himself.

"Let's go!" You shouted. Innocent, encouraging, with two thumbs up towards your team.

It was hardly audible over the constant noise level of the other games going on, but a sharp look still shot over to you.

He was able to dial back that momentary weakness by forcing himself to watch Suga instead, up to serve- literally anything, anyone else, but discovered his own unfortunate reality was that he could not tear his eyes off of you.

It made for a tough time. He had to balance his mind's bias (checking out just how soaked your little white tank top got from filling up the bottles outside) and the objectively greater value of keeping his head in the game.

Yet, his failure to stay focused didn't hinder his team's performance. He was able to translate his desire to an easier task; giving you a good performance.

You didn't have any distraction from it, the way he did.

So, the distance that the game called for made your heart grow fonder of him.

He couldn't keep digging his grave from so far away by opening his mouth, to put it simply. And more importantly, you could recognize how gorgeous he actually was.

Tall, tan, handsome- yeah sure, whatever. That tall, straight nose bridge? His high cheekbones? That dark, messy hair that just kept getting fucked up because he ran his hands through it when he was nervous? The way his jaw flexed, more defined, when the ball went back over the net? How the veins in his forearms grew plumper the longer the time ran? Anytime he touched the ball, really, and the sounds that left his mouth with each impact?

It got hot, pretty fast.

As you scribbled notes for your team's plays, the observations about how an opponent like Nekoma operated became increasingly more impressive. Kuroo wasn't the peacock-superstar you had assumed him to be.

He made room for his little blond friend, and facilitated his team with a kind of responsibility and restraint that you found yourself getting absorbed in. Your clipboard was the only presence grounding you for the last round, usually pulled towards your chest or covering half of your face.

Pearls of hot, dripping sweat made little wet spots on his shirt as he waited for the ball to come to him, completely immersed in the game. God, was he good.

It wasn't the most groundbreaking realization of all time, but it helped your opinion of him shift favorably. Your vendetta against his sly confidence began to chip and crack with every save, every slam, every hasty wipe of perspiration from his face.

The ball once seemed to find its way to you close to the end of the match, in a sneaky curve around the antennae.

You stutter-stepped back as three Nekoma players chased after it. Kuroo dove for it, slamming onto his side-- right where you were standing seconds ago.

He hit the ground with a loud and labored groan.

You watched the ball as it soared through the air, still in play thanks to his sacrifice. He scampered back up and joined the court again all too fast- it made you wish the ball had hit you so he would've stayed for longer.

The final score wasn't even close. Karasuno lost the second round 15 to 25. They were too scattered, trying out too many new things at once.

It didn't even feel like a real win to Kuroo, until he spared his thousandth passing glance to the sidelines.

And there you were. Finally looking at him.

A big grin overtook his face and he had to displace his excitement by running both of his hands through his sweaty hair. It's not like you were obvious, shit you still looked at him like he was the dirt beneath your shoe, but at least you noticed him.

It was brief, but it was enough.

You understood your slip-up just as much and broke away, growing warm at how one tiny moment could be so telling. You moved towards your team.

It took your knowledge of where Karasuno came from to understand that it wasn't a genuine loss, it was only an investment; getting the chance to work out these kinks with real competitors would serve them in the future. That's why you weren't upset with any of your guys when they jogged off-court. You held out their bottles and spoke only to the seniors when they looked like they wanted your commentary.

"You're all getting better. Hang in there," You patted Asahi on the back, who needed the extra reassurance, and nodded to Suga, who barely needed it at all.

Daichi clapped and rounded up the rest of the guys with a motivational shout, the third-years leading the way for their drills, but he made a brief stop to skim your notes.

"Keep your head up," You muttered, focused on the trouble you found in his expression.

He quickly grinned and thanked you- as he faced the exit, the concern was back almost right away. It didn't help having to move past Nekoma's huddle on the way out.

"Oooh, shocker!" Kuroo snickered, still giddy with pride, as Daichi walked by.

He wiggled his fingers at him with a jovial smile. They were almost nose-to-nose for a moment.

Your keen eyes caught Kuroo mouth a sweet and saccharine 'Bye-bye.'

Evil, silly sounding giggles under a bitten lip amused you, but you didn't make it known.

He was funny, quick-witted, and so pretty. You wanted to see how long you could drag this out. Ideally you'd string a guy like him along for the whole camp, if possible. Or break him. Whatever came first- all you knew at the moment was that you were down to entertain this.

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tsukishima kei x gn!reader

a/n: probably ooc tsukki

wc: 1.2k

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TSUKISHIMA KEI had always written you letters.

in childhood, you'd lived a little too far away from him to be able to see him every day, so he would write you a letter.

even as a child, his penmanship was impressive. every letter was printed neatly on special card paper. he would write it in pencil, then seal it up and hand to his mother to send it to you.

dear y/n, how are you? i wish i could see you more often. my mother said i couldn't see you every day, and that i should write a letter instead. i decided to send you some stickers that i thought you would like. i hope we can see each other on the weekend. yours sincerely, kei

you'd send him replies, too — albeit in messier handwriting and with multiple spelling mistakes. you had also been quite fond of using coloured pencils and markers to write yours.

dear kei, thank you for the stikers!!! my parents said we can play in the park on the weeknd. i can't wait to see you!! yours sincerly, y/n

this continued on until you were teenagers. despite everyone having graduated to texting, the two of you still wrote letters to each other. even though you went to the same school, there was rarely a morning when you wouldn't slip a note into his locker, or one where you didn't find one in your own.

you never thought too much of it, and you didn't think tsukishima did either.

it was a habit, after all. it wasn't a big deal.

until it was.

you couldn't pinpoint the exact time it happened, but suddenly, the letters weren't a small matter anymore.

all you knew was that suddenly, the letters meant a lot more than they used to. suddenly, you were rereading every letter you found in your locker, overanalysing every detail, the words on the page, the intricate curve of his letters.

dear y/n, i hope your classes are going well. i heard you did well on the chemistry test; congratulations, i knew you could do it. i also noticed you weren't at math yesterday, i left notes in your locker for you. sincerely, kei

you notice that his handwriting hadn't changed that much from when you were kids. it was neater, and smaller, but it was still so distinctively kei.

when did these letters become so important to you?

tsukishima kei was an idiot.

he knew that he couldn't keep this up forever — pretending that he was writing these letters for the sake of habit. hell, even kageyama caught on. now that you were at the same school, there was no reason to keep doing this.

but you kept writing back.

dear kei, thank you so much for the notes, they were very helpful!! and i couldn't have passed the chem test without your help, so thank you for that too. good luck for your volleyball game tonight! sincerely, y/n

and it wasn't just responses to his letters — they detailed your day, how much you hated a subject, what you were going to do after school.

it scared him. it was a terrifying feeling, waking up every day and thinking i hope there's a letter in my locker today. it's terrifying for him, the way he always tucks your letters in his breast pocket.

falling in love was a terrifying feeling.

this continued on for more than the two of you would like to admit.

you knew that you would have to tell him at one point — there was no way you could continue this forever.

kei, on the other hand, refused to admit anything to his friends.

"come on, tsukki, we all know you like her." yamaguchi had been on his back for weeks.

kei decided not to answer.

hinata, unhelpfully, decides to join the conversation.

"come on, tsukishima, even kageyama and i have noticed."

kageyama nods, sipping on his milk. honestly, kei never understood his obsession with milk. it didn't taste any good, and whatever benefits it has to height, kageyama still isn't as tall as kei.

he's still lost in this thought when yamaguchi says:

"what if you wrote a letter to her?"

kei freezes.

and for a moment, he's not quite sure why he does — he writes a letter to you every day. surely it wouldn't be that hard?

but when he picks up a pen and a piece of paper torn off from hinata's (unused) notebook, three heads peering over his shoulder, he pauses.

dear y/n—

"go on," yamaguchi prods his shoulder.

kei glares at him.

he lifts his pen again—

and upon hearing kageyama and hinata snigger, he puts it back down again.

maybe he'd just write it at home.

but when he picks up the pen again, in the safety of his own room, he's stuck.

he'd discarded hinata's scrappy notebook paper and decided to use one of his own — one that wasn't creased. he starts off the same way:

dear y/n...

he almost misses yamaguchi's insistence.

it's fine, he thinks. if it's really bad, just throw it out.

he takes two hours to finish the letter.

dearest y/n, we've been writing these letters for a while. from when we were young, it became a tradition for us to write each other letters when we couldn't see each other. but even when we started at the same high school, you kept writing letters to me. i sort of expected that you would stop, given we were going to the same school. after a while, i started to look forward to receiving your letters. i mean, i always did, it started to become more than it used to. in the morning, your letters would be the motivation for me to get out of bed. i think i've read each letter about three times each, now. i think i like you, y/n. i think i have since we were children. so i was wondering: do you feel this too? yours sincerely, kei

before he can think too much of it, he folds up the note and seals it in an envelope.

kei's sleep-deprived and moody the next morning.

unable to sleep at all that night, he gets to school half an hour earlier than he usually does. there's nobody there, the hallways scarily quiet.

he slips the envelope in your locker, then escapes.

when yamaguchi, kageyama, and hinata get to school, he tries to act as normal as possible, but he can feel their cautiousness around him.

by the time school finishes, he's drained.

he hadn't seen you all day, and he was tired of checking his locker all day, trying not to hope that there might be something there.

as soon as his last class finishes, he practically runs from the classroom, without even saying goodbye to yamaguchi.

but when he opens his locker, there's a flower and a note sitting on his books.

dear kei, i do. i always have. meet in the courtyard after school? yours truly, y/n

hinata and kageyama's faces had identical expressions of shock as kei rushed past them.

towards the courtyard.

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kageyama sighed but it was a pleased sigh. 9 out of 10 times, his sighs are out of frustration (and, more often that not, they are caused by hinata). but you are the exception. in a lot of things. 

he felt you tuck his damp hair away, just so you could see his half closed eyes. 

“is everything okay, baby?” you asked sweetly, as if you weren’t the reason of his messy state right now. 

he just hummed in response, too busy trying to regain his composure. 

it was supposed to be a simple date, watching movies on a laptop in his bed. he had a horrendous week and just wanted to have you in his arms on a cozy friday afternoon, after a long shower.

but before he could realize the movie was playing long forgotten in the background and you were straddling his lap. the lamp in his bedroom must have been a paid actor, as it lit from behind your head and created the illusion of an aureole. it wasn’t a dramatic effect, though: you were an angel in his eyes. 

right now, however… a devil in disguise. 

you leaned in again, pressing a soft kiss on the tip of his nose. 

kageyama sighed softly. despite dating for half a year now, you still made him so soft and powerless. like now. 

he closed his eyes again, breath getting stuck in his throat as he anticipated your next move. 

he didn’t have to wait long. your gentle kisses scattered all over his face, blush blooming on his cheeks. 

“you’re so cute” you mumbled and the corners of his lips jerked upwards. he didn’t even have the strength to fight back. 

a delicate kiss finally landed on his lips, moving involuntarily; his body responsive to yours. his hands rested on your hips. 

you hummed into the kiss, arms traveling to stay crossed behind his neck. opening his mouth ever so slightly, as if to sigh again, you used this opportunity and glided your tongue. 

knocking the air out of his lungs, your tongues lazily danced together. he let you have the upper hand, limbs too soft to protest. your hair tickled his face gently, the smells of your perfume perfectly and his shampoo mixing together. 

“yama…” you pulled away, just a little bit. a small string of saliva connected your lips, causing his cheeks to burn with a crimson red. 

his chest was rising up and down irregularly, swallowing hard. he looked more knocked out than after a long match. 

“hm?” he hummed, afraid that his voice would betray how whipped he is. 

“i love you” you smiled and lurched forward, hugging him close. nestling your head in the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent. 

and kageyama just squeezed your waist, overtaken by your presence and closeness. but he didn’t mind, one bit. 

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Tricky twins – Tsukishima x reader wc 638 – f!reader, twin!Hinata

Tsukishima Kei refused to admit he had a crush on someone in his class. He would never tell anyone about his total focus on every smart word that comes from your mouth at the teacher’s query in history class, nor anything about the way he would pretend to adjust his glasses just so he could divert his eyes to take in your beauty.

But between us? Tsukki was lowkey obsessed with you.

He’s lucky your brain was part of the reason he likes you; the way you distracted him in class would have led to a decrease in grades had your intelligent answers not been what occupied him.

You’re quiet and calm, and everything the volleyball club was not, so he had you and them as two wholly separate worlds. Until one day, disaster struck when you knocked on the gym door and pulled the door open to stick your head in.

Tsukki stuttered in his step, realising he was closest to the door. Honestly, his first thought was that you must be there for him. “Hey. Do you need something?”

You raised an eyebrow and didn’t have to strain your ears to find the person you were looking for. “My brother told me to come here with my house key because he’ll be home late.”

Tsukki’s blood ran cold. No. Way. Any one of these guys could be your brother and pretty much all those options were terrible news. “And who would that be, exactly?”

“Shoyo.”

Right. Because your last name is Hinata. How could he not have put those two inevitable pieces together before?

As he heard his name, the orange-haired spiker turned towards you and grinned, bouncing over and thanking you profusely for lending him your keys. “No problem. Will you make it home to watch the new episode with Natsu?”

As the two of you talked, Tsukishima struggled to move away. He stared from one of you to the other, horrified at the revelation that you were probably twins.

“Suckyshima-“ Shoyo’s voice brought him right back, and he quickly cleared his throat and turned away from you two, going back to serve practice beside Yamaguchi in complete ignorance of whatever Hinata wanted to say.

Tsukki’s ears were irredeemably red, and his best friend would not let it past him.

“She’s in your class, right?” Yamaguchi asked him before picking up another ball from the basket behind them.

“She is,” he confirmed, as nonchalant as ever.

“I didn’t know you two were friends-”

“We’re not.”

“Is that why you didn’t realise she was Hinata’s twin?” Tsukishima sharply turned to his best friend, surprised and quickly switching into a glare as he turned back to the net, taking a while to gather his answer.

“She doesn’t have orange hair.”

“Maybe she dyes it,” Yamaguchi genuinely wondered, glancing over at where you were still laughing with your twin.

“She’s smart. So smart.”

“Twins can be very different,” Yamaguchi agreed, snickering under his breath at the burn on their shorter teammate.

“Yamaguchi,” Tsukki called, making the float server’s throat hitch. The blonde had turned his whole body to him, hands squeezing each side of the volleyball he held. “We will never speak of this again.”

Tsukishima stared at the back of your head in class the next day. It made no sense.

He couldn’t pull his eyes away as you read a scientific paper in the break time, itching to ask what kind of article it was because his glasses, unfortunately, didn’t come with extra zoom.

Before he knew it, he had walked over to the side of your desk, finally noticing the name of a palaeontologist he admired highlighted in green.

You looked up at him in surprise and he inevitably crumbled. “Can I help you?”

Yes, he had a raging crush on Hinata Shoyo’s twin sister.

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tsukishima kei x reader oneshot, fluff/angst, exes to lovers crossposted on ao3 as higashikatas.

his undoing first came in the form of a thick white envelope stamped in curlicues of golden ink.

SHIMIZU KIYOKO WEDS TANAKA RYUUNOSUKE! reads the stiff card inside and he allows a small smile to appear on his face, before opening his messages and congratulating them both. he won’t deny that he’s happy for them; they’re the only high school couple he knew that ever truly worked out. never mind the fact that it felt vaguely like a slap in the face when he thought about his own first romance.

now, kei’s thinking to himself that maybe he should have been a dick and not shown up. the wheedling and whining of all his ex-upperclassmen would have been preferable to the scene unfolding before his eyes right now.

it was stupid of him to not consider that you would be here too… but wasn’t that the point of the last seven years? the amount of time it had taken for him to forget about you felt pathetic in itself. the amount of time it took for all that work to be undone was even worse.

you were laughing. head tilted back, eyes crinkled and your hair cascading down your back. he doesn’t know why he’s surprised to see that it’s grown longer- a lot changes in seven years, he has to remind himself. you’re being twirled around by hinata, who’s own beaming face only seems to amplify your joy. the lighting hitting both of your faces made things worse. kei felt like a side character now- which he supposed he was now. the chapter about the two of you had long been shut.

he doesn’t know how long passes before the song comes to an end. hinata bows low over your hand, pretending to bite your finger instead of kissing it, and you both start giggling all over again. you glance away from hinata for a second, collecting your breath, and your gaze slides onto him.

it’s like time has stopped (as cheesy as it feels) and neither of you have changed and grown and matured; he’s still the sharp-tongued, short-tempered high school boy and you’re still the beautiful, perfect high school girl who would playfully place daisy chains in his hair before a game and grin when he took them off and tucked them protectively into his backpack. the same girl who intertwined hands with his during video games just to mess with him and crow over his loss. the same girl who kissed his swollen eyelids on the rare occasions he let himself cry. the same girl who told him you loved him every single night without fail.

your grin falters and the facade is broken. nodding in response to something kageyama is saying, you duck your head and slip away.

kei doesn’t blame you in the slightest.

the rest of the afternoon seems to pass like a blur. he vaguely remembers sugawara cackling about ennoshita being the one to catch the bouquet and yamaguchi hovering by his elbow for a few minutes talking animatedly before wandering off with yachi, until he ends up at a table alone watching everyone else on the dance floor.

“i know being a bitter asshole is kind of your trademark, but could you try to tamp it down a bit?” you side eye him while taking a sip from your drink, passing him an identical glass. “it’s a wedding. be nice. don’t scare the children.”

he’s not sure if he jolted with the surprise, but can you blame him? the last time you spoke was the five minute video call seven years ago when he’d ended the horribly optimistic and unrealistic long-distance relationship the two of you had vainly kept up almost half a year into college. the shitty wifi connection had done nothing to hide the wetness in your eyes and he’d stared at the blank screen for almost an hour afterwards trying to convince himself that he’d done the right thing.

compared to the last version of you he remembers, the you that is now coolly surveying him over the rim of your glass seems almost scarily calm. some of his thoughts must have shown on his face, because you sigh and almost roll your eyes before sitting down opposite to him.

“so what have you been up to?”

he scoffs. “really?”

“really.”

he fiddles with his cuff. “i graduated.”

you nod. “tadashi showed me pictures. your hair was longer.”

“yeah. i’m working at the museum now.”

“just like you’d always wanted,” you murmur, smiling. it doesn’t reach your eyes.

all i’ve ever wanted is you, kei wants to cry out. instead, like the coward he is, he manages a weak nod and watches you take another sip of your wine.

the silence stretches awkwardly and you make to get up, murmuring something about going to get another drink.

he can’t have that. he knows if you walk away now, he’ll never see you again, so he grabs your wrist desperately. “what about you?”

you stare at his hand, an indecipherable look in your eyes. “i graduated.”

“yamaguchi didn’t show me any pictures.”

“yeah. he and shoyo also made me block you from seeing them. they said i should let you die of curiosity while i moved on and that it was what you deserved for being a jerk.” your voice tapers off awkwardly and kei feels like he’s been dunked in an ice bath.

“you and hinata… are you…” he can’t bring himself to say it.

you raise an eyebrow. “this is none of your business, but no.”

“i know,” he says a little too quickly. “sorry.”

“i’m working at that firm, by the way,” you continue. “just like i-”

“-always wanted,” you both say in unison. you give him a faint smile and he tentatively loosens the grip on your wrist, moving to intertwine his fingers with yours. you don’t stop him.

he doesn’t make an effort to continue the conversation from there, terrified of ruining something and making you leave all over again. meanwhile, the party is slowly dying down- the speakers are blaring progressively less aggressive music, and most of the dance floor has split up from larger dance groups to couples swaying together in each other's' arms. he watches as your eyes follow tanaka and shimizu (except technically she’s a tanaka too now) smiling softly at each other in the middle of it all.

the last dance is announced, and kei clears his throat. “do you want to…?”

you turn back towards him, raising an eyebrow. “you don’t dance in public.”

“a lot changes in seven years.”

“fair enough.” you let kei lead you between the dancers, hand never leaving his, and curl your other one around his shoulder. his other hand finds itself gently on your waist, unsure of the exact amount of distance to be putting between the two of you. this brings another hint of a smile to your face, and you effectively close the gap. your head is almost leaned on his chest and he’s sure you can hear his heartbeat as you take a deep inhale.

“was there anyone else?” you ask suddenly, and he almost trips.

“just one,” he says carefully. “girl in anthropology named miyawaki all through junior year. and some one night stands. you?”

you hum. “engineering guy named nakamura for a year and a half. that was all.”

was he better than me? he wants to ask. handsomer? funnier? kinder? what was it that made you stay with him for almost two whole years? most of all, he wants to know why you broke up. apparently you’re thinking on similar lines, because you beat her to the question.

“so why did you end it with her?”

“why did you end it with him ?” he doesn’t mean to rebuff your question with another one- his defense mechanisms are kicking in.

you shoot him an unimpressed look. “why do you think?”

he nods, smiling slightly. “me too. i think.”

“crazy.” your smile reaches your eyes this time. “still in love with me after all this time.”

“how could i not be?” he shifts you closer to him, tucking your head under his chin and wrapping his hand tighter around yours.

“why’d you do it, then?” you mumble into his jacket.

“do what?”

“tsukki.” you graze his knuckle with a sharp nail tip.

he sighs. “it would’ve been hard. i was just trying to stop it before it got too hard.”

“selfish,” you mutter. “considering how it was harder for me without you.”

“it was harder for me too.” he swallows, holding you even closer. “and i’m sorry.”

you don’t respond, but he feels the hand on his shoulder curl tighter into the fabric of his jacket, and allows himself to smile a little.

“you still know me better than anyone else,” you say. “and we’re both never getting over each other.”

“you’re saying you want to…” he can’t finish the sentence, terrified of having misread the room horribly.

“yeah.” for the first time, he hears some nervousness leak into your voice. “maybe we had to grow apart before we-”

“-came back together,” you say together, him finishing your sentence for the second time that afternoon.

you tilt your head upwards, brushing noses. “and i know you better than anyone else too, tsukishima kei”

“can i kiss you?” he murmurs, hand coming up from your waist to cup your face gently. you don’t even respond, simply going up on your tiptoes to meet his lips.

seven years and two broken hearts and oceans of what-ifs and broken promises later, he’s still a boy in love with the same girl. if he imagines it just right, it’s exactly like your first kiss on the steps of the volleyball team’s gym, the warm summer breeze and bright stars above the only witnesses. like then, it’s the best thing that’s ever happened to him, the one thing he knows he’ll never get tired of.

neither of you notice your upperclassmen breaking out into frenzied whoops, money exchanging hands, pictures being taken. but none of that matters- because right here in your arms, he’s never felt more complete. when you pull away, he knows you, the only other person that knows kei more than anyone in the world, who knows exactly how he feels with a single look into his eyes, feels exactly the same way.

beaming like the sun itself, you kiss him again.

[mmisosoupp]

Things I think the haikyuu boys would do before dating you

(Karasuno ver.)

Hinata

•Most definitely confides in you.

•does anything that he can do to attempt to impress you. Weather being trying extra hard in his classes, trying a super cool new attack, or even just talking about things that he did that he deems a cool.

•is pretty touchy, not in a weird way. But he tends to somehow get his hands on you one way or another.

•He gets so hyped up seeing you at any sort of volleyball game, and he tries extra hard to do something cool and / or win.

Kageyama

•I personally believe he pays a lot of attention to things that aren't volleyball and that transfers to you. You tell him about a show you liked once three weeks ago? Yeah, he remembers and asks you about it when a new episode comes out.

•He tries his best to compliment you. He's not very good at it though, but I promise he tries.

•usally isn't a good listener, but for you he is, it's like a switch clicks on when you talk that has him zeroed into your rants and rambles

Yamaguchi

•He LIVES to complement you. There isn't a day where he isn't saying you look amazing or that he likes the way you did your hair that day.

•he's not very fond of touching. Like he would normally be very uncomfortable If someone tried to hug him. But every time you hug him, he melts into your touch, like he could be there all day.

•He will NEVER, and I mean never let you feel left out. He knows what it feels like to be left out and he wouldn't ever wish that on you.

•(metaphorically) dies when you get too close to him. His freckled face turns a bright shade of read.

Tsukishima

•somehow gets snarkier with you. But not in a bullying sense, he doesn't tease you more than anyone else. If you can tease him back, OH he has a field day.

•not only does he get snarkier, but he's also nicer to you. Especially if it's around other people who annoy him (hinata and kageyama)

It's kinda scary how nice he becomes.

•takes geuine interest in the things you talk about, especially if you do the same for him.

Tanaka

•you get the kiyoko treatment I fear. So if you don't like that, sucks to be you.

•another one who tries his hardest to impress you. He tries his best fo score extra points during a game or just look cool.

•is incredibly bashful. Dude, in private, he's internally panicking because he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of you.

Nishinoya

•literally says I love you to you. "I love you, yknow that?" Good morning and goodnight texts "Goodnight, I love you" "Good morning, love youuu"

•gets you things that reminds him of you, a pair of socks with your favorite animal. Bought. A bracelet with your favorite colors on it. Also bought.

Sugawara

•flirts I don't care. you both have definitely made out "as friends"

•uses nicknames on you like "darling" or "my love" again just as friends, right? (No he's deeply in love with you)

•takes so many pictures with you. Like he has an album just of selfie with him titled: K + (your initial), he would die if you saw that folder name

Daichi

•pays extra attention to you, another one who buys things that remind him of you. He's gotten you a key chain of your favorite character that you cherish now.

•is protective of you but not OVERprotective. But he's always making sure you don't get hurt. (Not that he wouldn't mind taking care of you) He's a natural care taker due to being the oldest of his siblings.

•is always subconsciously bringing you up in conversations with the other third years. Poor guy doesn't even realize it.

Asahi

•is always showing you his sketches of outfits he's drawn, somehow they're always very close to your style (I wonder why that is..)

•He reassures you anytime you feel down. He never wants you to feel upset. I mean if he knows what it feels like to not be happy with himself why would he want you to feel the same?

•cuddlebug even before the relationship, you two are latched to each other's hip. Always touching each other.

•let's you play with his hair a the time. Usally he wouldn't let people touch his hair but he can make an exception.

[mumoolin]

— only the sun has come this close, only the sun (kageyama tobio)

tobio kageyama loved consistency. that's why he stayed consistent in living a life with his beloved childhood friend.

THEMES ⋮ f!reader, childhood friends to lovers, bantering, kageyama tobio's love language is gift giving and acts of service kinda, badly written (a repost from a year ago) 3k words

tobio kageyama was probably somebody you could call your best friend. you grew up together, cooped up in the warmth of your mother's homemade soup as its scent lingered around your house's living room. (he always stayed around since his parents were always somehow busy with grown-up jobs)

you could remember the day as clear as his transparent water bottle back in elementary, containing that weird flavoured water (energy drink?) that he always drinks. (he claims it'll help him grow taller, though you think he's already tall enough.) (you like it better when you're the taller one.)

five-year-old you's face was glued to your living room's fan as you watched a movie you thought was interesting (you were bored) your mom was calling from the front door, but you couldn't bother moving. your eyes gawked towards the handsome male lead, eyes seemingly yearning for the pretty female lead. you don't really know the plot, as you came across it though flicking through channels, but you'd take anything over doing another chore under the hot sun. you wondered how actors make emotions look so real.

sweat trickled down your forehead despite the fan cooling you down (sheesh, summers in miyagi were harsh), but you didn't complain. you didn't notice at first, really, but a boy sat beside you, probably wanting a gist of the air coming from the fan too.

"he's staying here with us till dinner. be polite and greet him, okay?. his parents will be busy with work, and apparently, his grandpa went to his sister's practice. they're the kageyama's next door. stand up, would you?" your mom half scolded you when you scowled and pinched your cheeks as she urged you to stand up to greet the boy sitting beside you. you didn't even notice that they walked towards your spot.

"hi, nice to meet you." you looked over to the boy meekly. you've never really had many friends, and you've never befriended a boy, ever.

"i'm kageyama tobio. i'm five. do you play volleyball?" the weird kid asked you, his cobalt eyes looking at you intensely. was he serious? but you were glad your mom finally left you alone.

"no, i don't really like moving around. kinda." you saw him nodding, sitting down again as he joined you to watch the movie right after. he kept fidgeting with the volleyball he had with him (you wondered where he pulled that out from) (he was probably holding it when he introduced himself, but you couldn't really be paid to bother)

"why do you watch people kissing? you should switch the channel to the volleyball one," he looked at you intensely again, so you wondered if that's just how he normally looks at people. with.. passion? you really don't know.

"adult couples kiss a lot, it's normal. i'll switch the channels." you offered so that maybe he would stop pestering you by bouncing the volleyball on his hands (it made a weird sound against your house's wooden floor)

the television screen glitched slightly before stopping on a channel showing a volleyball game

"the number two guy's my favourite. he's good at setting and never misjudges a ball, " tobio rambled. you wondered what he meant by those terms, but at the end of the day, only he can fulfil his volleyball ranting endeavours—maybe until the day you started listening.

you fiddled with the keychain chained to your new randoseru, the one that your dad had brought for you (you gasped at the price tag since daddy dearest forgot to take it off and ended up shocked.)

nervous was an understatement for what you were feeling. it was your first day in elementary school, and you definitely woke up and got up too early. gobbling up your breakfast and brushing your teeth, you bid your father goodbye and kissed your mother on the cheek, setting off to the house next to yours—kageyama's.

you rang their fancy doorbell, and a girl spoke (his sister, probably. mom-geyama leaves early and comes home late, as you have noticed from too many forced sleepovers set by your mom)

before you could hear the girl greet you, she hushed somebody nearby (tobio) for running around the house early in the morning, and the intercom shut off.

tobio kageyama, in all his glory, wacked open the door, speeding towards the gate in front of you. and before you knew it, he was already in front of you, a paper with scribbles on his right hand, his volleyball on the other.

"miwa wrote this down. she said to follow all of the landmarks she described here. you should hold it." tobio handed you the paper, and your gaze immediately swept over the paper, carefully reading its contents.

"i'm sure there are lots of volleyballs there, tobio. why bother bringing that?" you asked, pointing at the worn-out leather-wrapped rubber ball in his hands. six year old you still couldn't comprehend the love and passion the boy had for the sport (it was too intense for a simpleton like you) but you thought it was just as much as the love you had for your gameboy.

"it won't feel the same as this one. i've been practicing with it for years," he said, but you weren't really having it.

"it might get confiscated, tobio." that apparently did the deal, as he threw it back to the front yard of his house.

that year's summer was not spent with your gameboy or your cringeworthy romantic films. it wasn't spent catching bugs or sleeping lazily around the house with your cat, grumpy (who weirdly looks a lot like tobio with his messy black fur and striking blue eyes.) it was spent tossing balls to the ravenette in your small backyard (thanks to your mom who hates your gameboy more than anything in the whole world) but you enjoyed it, probably because you were with tobio.

you were doomed the moment you fell for his adulation.

"tossing balls to me won't require that much moving, don't worry." was what he said a moment ago. now you were dripping in sweat in your snoopy tank top while you eagerly drank cold water from your fridge. tobio was occupied with your fan in your living room. turns out his love for volleyball can't really beat the summer heat.

"stay away from my fan, knucklehead. this is your fault." your actions said otherwise as you hand him a milk popsicle—the one you knew he liked, that's why you pestered your dear papa to buy a whole pack for when kageyama came over—while he steadied the fan to face you.

"we can share, if we don't we're both gunna die of heat stroke." you could see the genuine fear in tobio's eyes. he was dumber than you, after all. you hurriedly set the fan to move it's head around the two of you.

he was always there.

grampa-yama was watching tobio when you came over. there were three chairs set out near their television. tobio ran to the door to greet you, then excitedly schlepped you to sit on the chair next to the one he was sitting on.

"big sis miwa's at practice. this is grandpa. grandpa, this is my friend." kageyama spoke, not facing you, or his grandfather. his eyes were glued to the tv, watching a volleyball game. his grandfather smiled to you kindly, pushing a plate of biscuits towards you.

"nice to meet you, tobio's friend." tobio certainly did not get kageyama kazuyo's smile, as his grampa's was warm and welcoming. his was plain awkward. even his dimples did not make up for it.

while tobio was busy in the toilet, you whispered to grampa-yama, "did you know tobio's really really dumb! sensei made him write 'i will not sleep' many times in the blackboard. but sensei always says i'm a genius, that's why i help tobio in addition."

grampa-yama laughed at you, messing up your hair. "we've all got different strengths, it's nice to know tobio has such a funny friend."

"heh, i am the funniest. hey, which high school did you go to, tobio wants us to go there, but he won't tell me its name."

"shiratorizawa, dear. shiratorizawa." grampa-yama said proudly, taking a sip once more from his tea. "he might've just forgotten the name."

you sat there until tobio came back.

"what team is winning? you asked, taking a bite of the yummy biscuit set in front of you. "the blue one, we cheer for that one." tobio answered, looking at you with a smile.

grampa-yama was sweet and kind.

your afternoon passed just like that, and now you were in tobio's room, full from dinner (takeouts). tobio always insisted on alying out two futons, despite having his own bed, just to lie down beside you (and bug you the whole night, probably).

"why'd you always sleep next to me? you coddle my blanket, too! stupid-tobio!" you scoffed slightly, tugging your blanket away from his pouting face.

"well, this stupid-tobio lays out a futon for you. 'm not stupid! he argued, tugging back the blanket. what was the use of two futons when you shared a blanket, anyway.

elementary passed by in a blink, and now you were fourteen, almost finished with junior high school. the first day was spent with tobio, as per usual. you both made a habit out of walking to school and home together (which didn't really matter to you, he was always around anyway), so he's probably your best friend by now.

you do everything best friends do; he eats dinner at your house, you sleep over his. you let him play on your gameboy and he asks you to toss balls for him.

kitagawa daiichi was pleasant (for you), but you couldn't really understand why tobio's volleyball teammates liked having you around.

"why do i have to sit through your practice? i'm busy," you reasoned, although tobio's teammates, kunimi and kindaichi, probably couldn't care less.

"he's less mad when you're around. he's probably in love with you or something. deal with it for a while longer, please. i can't bear with that stupid guy anymore." kindaichi sighed, walking over his water bottle while kunimi followed. you didn't really understand. tobio was nice, nice to you, and nice to your mom. maybe it was because of grampa-yama not lifting his head from the hospital bed.

speaking of the devil, he entered the gymnasium holding two cartons of drinks. (you assumed the strawberry milk was yours. he always got it for you). he stabs the straws of the two drinks before handing the pink one to you (you were right) and hurriedly sipped on his drink.

"just a few minutes more. we can go home after. sorry."

"i don't mind, i'll wait for you here."

walking with tobio was warm, you thought. it should be cold, but it didn't really matter. your left hand was holding his right, shoved in his jacket's front pocket. you were weirdly flustered.

you don't know when it started. when you checked yourself double in your room's mirror before going out with tobio for his volleyball practice. you started picking out cute clothes to wear whenever he came over to your house. you started to indulge yourself in cosmetics—like all the girls in your class do—to seem more grown-up and mature. tobio didn't get it at all. he also didn't get why you don't change into your joggers when you attend his practices. you'd always sit pretty in a skirt. (which is the reason why you're shivering when you step out of the gym. tobio has to wait for you to change into his extra joggers.)

nontheless, he knew not to bother you about it that much. though he thought you were the prettiest when you were just you.

he spends half of his allowance buying you pretty hair clips, and your favourite was the first one he gave you, the one with a pretty sakura flower on it. he shows up randomly in your house (at 8 am or 8 pm, no in between), just to hand you a pretty hair clip, eat dinner with your family, scowl back at grumpy, and chat with your dad. it's his way of telling you you're pretty. (giving pretty things to a pretty person makes sense to him) (and maybe gaining your parents' approval) he loves how you wear one every day when you greet him in the morning.

grampa-yama has passed away, and tobio has changed a lot. he might be the same with you, but you noticed he shut off practically everyone. you somehow feel bad for kunimi and kindaichi. maybe they were speaking the truth. tobio never stopped being sweet as you mull over the words kindaichi once said.

"he's probably in love with you."

tobio didn't get the shiratorizawa sports scholarship, and didn't pass the written exams, either. you felt guilty, somehow. all those weeks of studying with sticky notes and audio lessons came to waste 'cause you couldn't help tobio.

"it's okay. i'm not really good at studying like you are. i'm glad you're in. I've got a backup school, so i'll be alright." tobio tried to convince you, but the shakiness in his voice said otherwise.

"what's your backup school? we'll take the test together. doesn't matter if i passed the exam, school won't be the same without you, tobs." you said, wrapping your scarf around his neck. he always forgot to bring his own.

winter was coming, but your cold heart just started defrosting.

karasuno is pleasant, nonetheless. (you've been saying 'pleasant' about all the schools you've attended.) you sometimes wonder why you and tobio never went out with other people like normal teenagers do. you guess you could say that it's always been the two of you. high school kids have broken up into cliques back at kitagawa daiichi, so boys and girls being friends weren't normal at all (according to your pesky classmates who dubbed you as 'kageyama's girlfriend'), although you were grateful, somehow. grateful that you're the only one nicknamed as that.

tobio has grown taller, his face more defined. you notice girls staring when he played in the gym. you were glad his face held a scowl as you trudged past the gawking girls, handing tobio a drink

high school is no different with junior high. you still went to school and walked home with tobio, as you always do. but there's this uncut tautness gaining its roots. tobio put more effort and time with volleyball as you did with your studies (and your new psp), and you somehow weren't surprised. walking home was spent alone with your headphones while tobio set balls in karasuno's gym.

there came days when you rarely saw your best friend. sadness was an understatement.

from: tobio :3

about: english

can you help me with english? our captain said i should ask for help from someone who's in college prep class. my teammate won't help me

to: tobio :3

about: english

[unsent] did u miss me

[unsent] why'd u only talk 2 me when u need help

kay, come over.

from: tobio :3

about: untitled

i'm coming over, want anything?

to: tobio :3

about: untitled

nothing

you weren't really surprised when he rang your doorbell, but you didn't get up like you always do. you let it ring three time till your mother answered. you hear quick, quiet footsteps nearing as you busy yourself with your new psp

"i need to pass this or else I'll stay back when the team goes to tokyo. please help me."

"i will."

you couldn't really last long mad at him. not when those cobalt eyes were already doing a good job pleading. on his hands were a carton of strawberry milk, a packet of gummies, and a chocolate bar. he always knew what you liked.

your afternoon was spent teaching tobio with what works with him most. which was in volleyball terms. but somehow, you weren't really surprised to hear that he placed some words wrong in the test and had to stay back. that's when you realised you could never in your life be mad at kageyama tobio.

after thanking tanaka-senpai through the phone, tobio and hinata drove off to tokyo in a car driven by tanaka's sister, saeko. luckiness was a trivialization. tobio, who was almost dozing off, felt his phone ring as he took a bite of his onigiri

from: important (open immediately)

about: tokyo

howd u get 2 tokyo? hotaru told me she saw u and ur ginger teammate hop on in a college girl's car

to: important (open immediately)

about: tokyo

she's my teammates' sister. i'll buy you souvenirs here if we're able to go out. sorry for failing the test, I'll do better next time.

it was dark when he came back to miyagi, ringing your doorbell in a sweaty t-shirt. his right hand was holding a paper bag, and on his face was a nervous expression (his face wasn't really expressive, you just know how to read him from all those years of playing uno) (his face looked sour whenever he lost)

"what's that you're holding?" you queried, holding a towel so that he can wipe off the sweat trickling down his forehead. you knew he'd run to you right after. you knew he'd ring your doorbell three times, and you knew he'd never come empty handed.

"souvenirs, for you. i told you i'd buy you souvenirs. i gave money and pleaded to takeda-sensei to buy merlot for your mom and dad. i like you."

"what?"

"i like you. hinata and yamaguchi saw your message and thought you were my girlfriend. they told me that you might be jealous that i went to tokyo in another girl's car. so there, i like you. please don't get jealous."

you swore you felt the air shift, as your hands got numb and your head went through an information overload. were you jealous? you thought. maybe a bit. a college girl with a car was a hundred times cooler than you, nevertheless you never really thought about it. but tobio just confessed, should you answer? (gee, you were just fourteen) (if only you knew that your ominous text message gave him all the push) you chased after his retreating figure at your gate, the paper bag filled to the brim with snacks and hairclips dropped at your front door as you hugged the back of tobio kageyama, who claimed to like you.

"knucklehead, you can't just say that out loud and expect me to watch you leave."

for the first time in his continued existence, tobio's heart feels full and whole

to: tobio :3

about: untitled

get home safe, suitor. :)

[sonderingdreams]

Tsukishima head cannons because I love that man (bitch)

-he’s emotionally intelligent.

Hear me out. I know we’re all used to that trope that always gets put onto Tsukishima, but he’s not dull guys. Unlike Kageyama/j 😭

I genuinely believe if he really loves someone he notices the smallest details he just doesn’t voice them out loud. He speaks through actions. He’s the type of guy who gets mad when his s/o is talking and someone just interrupts you or people aren’t listening to what you have to say.

I swear it could be the smallest flicker in your emotions, you got a bad vibe from someone in the room? He felt it too. You get a text and your brow twitches and your shoulders sag slightly? He notices. You’re stressed and tired from work/school? He sees it all. This man will never be oblivious to anything about you. He knows you inside and out.

I do believe he still struggles to show emotion/verbally express and be transparent to you easily but he really is trying. -he loves playfully bickering/teasing until it’s anybody else

He starts throwing those nasty side eyes and ain’t having it. I do believe Tsukki likes to have fun with you. In his own asshole way. He knows boundaries, he doesn’t cross those. That consists of making fun of you on test scores, making up lies and laughing when you believe them, scaring you with his height, mocking you under his breath, wrestling you, ETC.

But anyone else? Uhhhh…no. How dare someone else try to one up him on his job??

-he’s a total nerd when he’s comfortable. He’s already such a cute annoying little nerd bruh. He geeks out on his interests and hobbies when he’s comfortable and can trust you enough he’ll share everything under the moon with you. In his tsukki way of course. I really don’t think tsuki is the quietest person in the room, tbh. He is an introvert (don’t get me wrong) but he just likes having ACTUAL good conversations. He think small talk is bullshit so he rarely speaks unless necessary. He is a theorist and does like deep talks maybe not the vulnerable ones but they still feel really intimate and special to him because it’s you. -he finds intelligence attractive

I do feel like if he were to have a type it wouldn’t ever really be focused on looks or characteristics. He believes that love doesn’t focus on stuff like that and he’d learn to fall in love with however his s/o looks. Okay, I worded that in my sappy indulgent way but Tsukk’s words are a little more like, “I literally don’t care.”

Now it doesn’t have to be your everyday intelligence, book smartness. Because I’m lowkey a bit of a dumb bitch so in that context tsukki would be repelled by me. 😭 It can be anything really. As long as you have passion and put hard work into something it pulls him in. I think this applies to like how over time in his volleyball career he started to care and invest more of skills and time into volleyball and his friends. He does care, he’s just learning, healing and growing as a person over time.

-his love language is gift giving

Now we all know tsukki isn’t the most verbally or physically affectionate person out there, not saying he doesn’t have his moments. But kinda playing into what I said earlier, about how observant and how he’s a good listener because of this too. I do think he picks up on what you like very early on the relationship. You don’t have to be a yapper and talk about everything you love to him, you could be as quiet as him. But he notices, the little things. your favorite snacks, tv shows/movies you gravitate to, scents you indulge in more and ones you tend to avoid, your favorite colors and colors you don’t seem to like as much or hate, your favorite characters, and everything that makes you up. He’ll act all nonchalant about it tho. He’ll hand you his small token of love/gift out to you like it’s nothing. Like he hasn’t been secretly lurking while you watched your favorite shows/movies. Or watching you playing your favorite “brain rotted” video games and obsessing over a new skin or character that just got released. Or the book/book series you’ve been really wanting, he goes on to yap about how easily influenced you are but he is not a sly mf.

[storytimewithnina]

Tension (Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader (Manager!Reader x Karasuno)

Summary: A slow-burning connection sparks between y/n and Nekoma’s captain during a training camp.

Word count: 6000~

~~~~~

The smell of floor polish and sweat welcomed you the second you stepped into the gym. Another training camp, another round of chaos. But this time it wasn’t just Karasuno.

Nekoma was here too.

You juggled towels and water bottles, dodging Hinata sprinting after a loose ball while trying not to trip over Tanaka’s gym bag.

“Sorry, Y/N!” Hinata called, ducking past you. You laughed and shook your head, adjusting your grip on the crate of drinks.

“Need a hand with that?”

The voice was unfamiliar, smooth, and playful. You turned—straight into the chest of a tall figure, lean and broad-shouldered, with messy black hair and the kind of half-smile that spelled trouble.

You took a cautious step back. “I’m fine, thanks.”

“Ah, you’re Karasuno’s manager.” He grinned, sharp like a cat. “I’m Kuroo. Nekoma’s captain. But I’m sure you already knew that.”

You didn’t answer right away. Instead, you looked him up and down, then smiled politely. “I figured. You’re the one who keeps glaring at Tsukishima during blocking drills.”

He chuckled. “Glaring? Nah, I’m just testing him. That one’s got potential.”

You raised a brow. “Or maybe you just like provoking people.”

Kuroo tilted his head, still smiling. “Maybe. But you’re the first one to say it out loud.”

Before you could come up with a clever retort, Daichi called out, “Y/N, we need towels over here!”

You gave Kuroo a nod and turned to go.

“Hey, wait,” he said, half-jogging after you. “What’s your name?”

You paused, glancing at him over your shoulder. “Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He repeated it slowly, like trying it on for the first time. “Nice to meet you. I’ll try not to distract you too much.”

You laughed softly. “You say that like you think you’re a distraction.”

“Oh, I know I am.”

~

The next few days blurred into a blur of drills, scrimmages, and late-night stretches. You’d never admit it aloud, but you found yourself scanning the gym for Kuroo more than once.

He didn’t always approach—but when he did, it was never without a comment or smirk. And you always rose to meet it.

“You always this organized?” he asked once, watching you re-tape Karasuno’s water bottles with names.

“You always this nosy?” you shot back.

He had that way of smiling, like your words had just made his entire day.

Karasuno, of course, noticed.

“Why does he keep looking over here?” Noya muttered during a break.

“Maybe he’s scouting,” Tanaka growled. “Or maybe he’s a predator.”

You rolled your eyes. “You guys are being dramatic.”

“We’re just saying,” Daichi chimed in, “he’s clever. Watch out.”

Tsukishima, nearby, snorted. “She can handle herself. Unlike some people.”

~

One evening, after everyone else had gone off to shower or collapse into futons, you lingered behind in the gym, re-stocking first aid supplies and double-checking the floor for forgotten water bottles.

Kuroo appeared in the doorway, towel draped over his neck. “You ever take a break?”

“I could ask you the same thing.”

He walked over, glancing at the half-packed boxes. “You do all this every day?”

You shrugged. “Karasuno’s got big dreams. Someone’s got to hold it together.”

Kuroo was quiet for a moment, the weight of his gaze resting on you in a way that made your fingers fidget with the edge of the medical tape.

“That’s… kind of admirable,” he said finally. “I figured you were just—”

“Just what?”

He rubbed the back of his neck. “Honestly? A manager who cheered and handed out towels. But I was wrong.”

You gave him a half-smile. “You’re not the first.”

Kuroo looked at you like he wanted to say more—but Bokuto suddenly burst into the gym yelling something about forgetting his lucky socks, and the moment vanished.

~

The training camp’s final night came with the soft hum of cicadas and the warmth of a modest campfire the coaches had reluctantly allowed—“Just one hour, and no shenanigans,” Ukai had warned.

Everyone gathered around, tired but buzzing with that specific brand of energy that comes after a week of sweat and near-tears. Hinata and Bokuto were swapping ridiculous stories, Noya and Tanaka were challenging each other to one-armed push-ups, and Kuroo… was looking for you.

You were a few feet away from the fire, perched on a rock, jotting down notes about injuries and rest rotations into your worn little notebook.

“You’re something else, you know that?”

You looked up, startled. Kuroo sat down next to you, close but not too close. There was a pause where your shoulders brushed—barely—but enough for your heart to hiccup.

“Something good or something irritating?” you asked.

“Both,” he said with a lazy grin, watching the firelight catch your features. “But mostly good.”

You snorted softly. “That’s the most honest thing you’ve said all week.”

He tilted his head. “I’ve been honest the whole time. I just didn’t expect you to be so… hard to read.”

“Most people don’t try,” you murmured, not quite looking at him.

“Well,” he said, voice quieter now, “I guess I’m not most people.”

The silence that followed was surprisingly gentle—not heavy, not awkward. Just two people sitting near a fire, hearts quietly doing their own dangerous things.

~

The next morning brought an unceremonious end to the magic. The gym was being cleaned out, bags were being packed, and Karasuno was already halfway through organizing equipment. You were tired, your limbs aching, and your heart was still trying to sort itself out after last night.

Kuroo caught your eye as you loaded the last of the ice packs into the team cooler. He gave you a short wave, a smile you couldn’t read, and then disappeared behind Lev and Yaku arguing about who misplaced the last tape roll.

You turned back to your team—Daichi was calling for you, and the bus was almost ready. Reality was returning with a vengeance.

You didn’t see Kuroo again before the buses pulled away.

~

It wasn’t like you expected daily messages. You weren’t even sure if Kuroo had your number—though you had a sneaking suspicion he could get it if he wanted to.

But when a text popped up a few nights later, your breath hitched anyway.

Unknown Number:

Hey.

You’re hard to forget.

–Kuroo

You stared at it for a minute before answering.

You:

I thought cats liked pretending they didn’t care.

Kuroo:

I tried. Didn’t work.

That conversation didn’t end. In fact, it grew. Some nights it was memes and sarcasm. Other nights, it was late conversations about nerves before matches and which teammate was secretly the most annoying (you both agreed it was Lev, but lovingly so).

But neither of you brought up what happened at the campfire. Not yet.

~

A few weeks later, Karasuno traveled to Tokyo for another match, this time in a small joint training event with Fukurodani and Nekoma. You knew he’d be there, but still—you weren’t prepared.

He found you almost instantly when you arrived at the gym, striding over like he’d been counting the seconds.

“Did you miss me?” he asked, casually reaching for the clipboard in your hand.

“I didn’t even know you’d be here,” you lied.

He raised a brow. “Ruthless.”

You rolled your eyes. “You’re the one who texted ‘You’re hard to forget.’ So dramatic.”

He grinned, that spark dancing in his eyes. “Can’t help it. You bring it out in me.”

And again, just like before, Karasuno noticed.

Kiyoko raised a brow at you across the court. Daichi watched Kuroo with the suspicion of a man who knew trouble when he saw it. And when Tanaka caught you smiling at your phone later (yes, Kuroo had sent a meme of a cat knocking over a volleyball), he nearly choked on his energy drink.

~

It happened after a rough match Karasuno lost in a close set. You stayed behind to clean up, furious at yourself for forgetting to restock the cold packs.

Kuroo found you crouched beside the open cooler, your hands trembling from exhaustion and frustration.

“Y/N,” he said gently. “You okay?”

You didn’t answer right away. You hated crying over small things. It wasn’t the ice packs. It was everything—wanting to be enough, not knowing where you stood, always being fine for everyone else.

He crouched next to you.

“Hey,” he said softly. “You don’t have to be strong all the time.”

You blinked back tears. “It’s just ice. I’m fine.”

He touched your arm. Not demanding, not assuming—just grounding.

“You know,” he said quietly, “I tried to ignore it. But I like you.”

You looked at him, heart pounding. “You… what?”

“I like you,” he repeated, his voice steady. “And it scares the hell out of me, because I don’t want to mess it up. You matter.”

You stared at him, the words flooding warmth through your chest, slow and aching and so, so real.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

And he smiled—genuine, not teasing.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

~

He didn’t kiss you right away. It wasn’t rushed.

It was texts at midnight, long glances before matches, late conversations in gym hallways, and quiet support when the pressure got heavy.

It was Noya threatening him playfully. It was Daichi giving a nod of reluctant approval. It was Lev awkwardly yelling “are you guys dating??” across the court, and Kuroo just smirking and saying, “Maybe.”

It was slow. It was warm. It was butterflies in your stomach every single time he said your name like it meant something. Like you meant something.

And you did.

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! characters react to you confessing ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here’s a little smau of the karasuno boys reacting to you confessing :)

[clawsdevour]

̩͙ ͜ ɞ sugawara bf hcs

wc: 0.5k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, my shitty writing, slight mention of praise, not proofread, BOYFRIENNDDD sugawara

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-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to definitely show up at your doorstep with flowers because he walked by a floral shop and a specific bouquet made him think of you. Every date you go on with him, he's also bringing flowers to give upon meeting you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to cook you some warm yummy soup whenever your sick. Even if you tell him not to visit you when you're sick, he'd always make time to rush over to take care of you and check up on your current condition.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to head over to a grocery store to get your favorite sweets and chocolates to create a little basket whenever you're on your period. He'd also fill all of your period cravings with your faves even if it means running out to the restaurant nearby for your sweet treat.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to always hold the door open for you and pull and push out your chair. He doesn't have to do large grand gestures to show his love when he'd rather do the simple little things consistently to show how he cares for you in other ways.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to post you all over his social media or just genuinely always have your name rolling out of his mouth. He just loves updating his family and friends on your guys' relationship because he wants the whole world to know how lucky he is to be your boyfriend.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to never have his eyes on other women to which he also trusts you to do the same. He'd always tell women who ask for his socials that he has a partner right from the bat nicely. If the women who ask are more pushy, he'd completely remove himself from the room.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to have your parents on their knees begging for him to be their son-in-law. He's very soft-spoken and great with his words and actions. His parents would love him as a person. The plus is how much he'd talk about you and how he'd word his love out.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to go at the most slow and consistent rate because he doesn't wanna cause you any discomfort. He also knows that the gradual build-up lets you feel more than when he goes at a faster pace, loving whenever you sob out how good and sensational it feels when it rubs against your gummy walls.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to praise you when you manage it take it's all in. He'd enter you slowly while peppering his gentle kisses on your skin. His eyes are always laid on your expressive facial features while you let out your cute whimpers and call out for him to kiss you.

-Sugawara, the type of boyfriend to sweet talk you as his big warm arms are wrapped around you under the sheets. He loves having his nose in your hair to smell the scent of the shampoo and conditioner you use.

masterlist here

[takes1]

Hi. Could you do a Kuroo x reader? She’s Nekoma’s manager and she collapsed during practice and has to have emergency surgery? Kuroo has had a crush on her for a while and Kenma is tired of him dancing around it?

prayyyying you like this one. because this felt incredibly niche, but i know u a real one so that's why it got done. also: i've got some experience with dehydration, and found it an easier plot device, so i just went with that. i feel like i hit all the beats regardless?

warnings. injury/blood/hospitals, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / very angsty, then fluff / hurt-comfort fic / manager!reader / pining!kuroo / kuroo crushing on you / reader gets hurt trope / kuroo has to deal with big feelings / kenma is a great friend and wingman / nervous!kuroo / confession fic / flirty!kuroo but it's not the focus / 2.8k words

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

The heat was getting to you.

You were slower, quieter, and had to pause often to catch your breath after standing up.

After carrying a case of water across the gym, your vision was getting splotchy again, and you placed a heavy hand on the wall. It was a nice, quiet, empty corner of the crowded gymnasium.

Kuroo had been watching your heavy-footed shuffle to the door ever since you dropped it off to Nekoma's distracted, tired players.

You had been less vocal, less silly, the way he liked to talk to you.

He called to you, thanking you, but you didn't hear him.

Your breathing was horribly loud in your own ears. Real ragged and difficult to just inhale. Your heartbeat was pounding against the sides of your head, adding to your near-permanent headache. The grip on the wall slipped, thanks to your sweaty palm, and you doubled forward.

The room started to spin as you did so.

"(Y/n)!"

"Woah-woahwoah!!"

Kuroo didn't wait to just standby, to watch you collapse. He was already moving when you didn't answer him. He just had too much distance to cover before your limp body smacked the hardwood floor.

He was first to get you by a mile-- he rolled you over and flinched at the sight of blood from where your head hit the floor.

"Coach!! Hospital!!"

It started an echo, and a lot of quieter questions. Coach Naoi was sprinting over as Kuroo, scared but steady with adrenaline, pulled off his jersey to put pressure on the gash.

"Ice!" He swallowed the wobble in his throat, "I need some fucking ice- somebody get ice!"

The matches on the far side of the gym were not effected, but one closest had to be paused because of so much confusion.

About five guys, some from Nekoma, some from Karasuno, were ready with ice in 20 seconds. Your eyes were a little bit open, you were breathing, but were otherwise unresponsive. Not even a gasp at the cold.

There was only so much room in the car. The whole team wanted to come with, but only Coach Naoi, Kuroo, and Kenma were able to.

"Back up- Back up!" Kuroo barked at the growing crowd around you as he took you in his arms to carry you outside.

Coach Naoi had the car as close as he could get it; Kenma sat in the front seat, giving him directions, while Kuroo kept your head supported in the backseat, careful to keep pressure on you. Kenma passed him the extra ice bags he managed to stuff in his bag last-minute.

Having to sit in the waiting room was much worse than holding you.

At least, back at the training camp, or in the backseat of the car, he knew he could have an active role in getting you better, if he could see you, touch you.

Their trio sat in limbo, waiting for any news.

Naoi glanced down at the incessant tapping sound. His sigh was short and bothered.

"She'll be okay."

Kuroo made no indication that he heard him, nor that he cared. His heel kept thudding and his knuckles stayed white, gripped to the sides of his arms.

"Kuroo- I'm sure she'll be okay. I've seen worse. They'll get her up, they'll get her hydrated."

It was quiet, except for the sound. Kenma scrolled through the digital schedule they had all received of the training camp, trying to answer his own questions: How had it spiraled to this level? They didn't see you as often as each other, and somewhere along the line, they lost accountability of your health.

"'S'been 40 minutes," Kuroo immediately regretted saying anything, because now he felt nauseous.

Naoi cleared his throat.

"She's probably got rhabdo. When you get that dehydrated for that long, your veins are harder to stick an IV in. It's got something to do with that, I'm sure."

Their assistant coach seemed like he understood what was going on. Kuroo looked down at his own forearms, and for a moment, his foot stopped tapping. Naoi's face lightened with a longer, softer sigh.

His veins looked as plump as ever. He squeezed his cold, shaky fingers and watched how it changed the muscle under the skin.

The door opened and his head shot right up.

He was first to stand, first to go through the doors, trailing a little too close behind the aggravatingly slow nurse.

As they navigated the winding, twisting hallways, he was living in the past, wishing, he had said something about his feelings sooner.

He saw you every day. Multiple times a day. He could name 300 instances where he could have told you he liked you, and still didn't. He thought he would have all the time in the world to. But you were on the ground in seconds, and it was suddenly ripped away, an option he might never have again.

Why would he ever assume it was just something he'd always be able to? That you'd always be around?

They pulled up two chairs next to the hospital bed, sitting as close as possible without getting in the mess of wires on the floor. Some were connected to you, some not. Kuroo paid close mind to the IV in your arm, the clear bag hanging- he glanced to your vitals on the monitor many times.

You looked not great, but way, way better. He took what felt like his first breath in two hours. He prayed Kenma and Coach Naoi would never mention -better yet, forget- his intense, and ugly panic attack in the car.

You were looking at the needle in your arm, too. Sleepy, and slow.

"How are you feeling?" Kenma asked, just before he could.

There was no rush to his words. It was for the best. If Kuroo had asked, it would have sounded interrogative.

You smiled, a precious sight for him, "Uh... really gross."

They laughed, but it was more at the opportunity, in relief, that you were speaking and aware, again.

Coach Naoi's voice could be heard just outside. You turned your head to see him carrying a clipboard with some paperwork to fill out. He thanked the nurse at the doorway and entered, wagging his finger at you.

"You're a lot of trouble, you know that?"

Your frown wasn't the reaction he was after. He patted your ankle, good-natured, with his signature smile that made everyone feel a little better.

"I'm jokin', kid," He chuckled, taking the pen to scribble some information down.

"They'll have you out of here after you get through two of those. If you look good to go, that is."

'Those' must've been referring to the bags of fluid getting pumped into you.

"No stitches, either," He drawled, halfway distracted by his writing, with just a small glance to the tape and bandaging on your forehead, "That's good, that's goood,"

He furrowed his brows, squinting at the third, then fifth page. A silly moment of quiet.

"Alright, uhh, I'm gonna go finish this b.s. out there. Keep her awake, fellas."

"Will do."

"Thanks, Coach."

Your headache kept you feeling fuzzy. You assumed you hit your head at some point, thanks to the bandages and how Naoi alluded to it, but you still weren't sure how, or when.

Kenma filled the momentary quiet.

"So, what happened?"

Again, it felt like you were guessing, trying to piece odd fractions of an incomplete puzzle together. The last three days of the training camp were beyond busy on the admin side. You had your own training to keep up with. Things had gotten away from you.

It was a struggle to get your words out. You looked mostly at Kenma, because he looked like he actually wanted to know- Kuroo looked like he was waiting to interject.

"I guess-... um, I haven't eaten, in a while--"

Kuroo looked completely beside himself. His anger was out of place over his usually calm, collected features.

"Why-wh-what-?! Why not? Why would you not eat when you--?"

"Kuro," Kenma pushed on his forearm.

One look told him to back off- he was being way too loud, way too much, way too emotional. Your passive, ghostly voice was only scaring him more.

His nostrils flared. A big, shaky sigh- he had to stand up, pace around in a circle, and rub his neck.

The fear screwing up his brow, tightening his jaw, glossing over in his eyes, was brand new. You didn't know that he was capable of a volume, like that. It made you feel horribly guilty for what was an honest, albeit stupid, mistake.

Kenma watched him walk out, angrily wiping his eyes.

It was quiet again for a few minutes.

"He cares," Kenma lightened your dark spiral with just a couple of words.

All you felt was frustration. It hurt to speak, and more-so to think hard enough to explain yourself. His demands were out of your range of abilities at the moment, and he was somehow dissatisfied? After all the work you had been putting in for the team, you halfway felt like you didn't owe them anything at all.

"I wish he wouldn't sound so angry about it," You muttered.

A light shiver at the cool sensation pooling in your forearm, and you were meeting Kenma's downcast eyes again, with a feeling that you, somehow, said something wrong.

"He carried you out."

Shock hit you in big wave of nausea. You swallowed, dry. You didn't remember that at all, and could only speculate how scared everyone must've been.

What could you even say to that? This was all a big, stupid, accident that too many people were concerning themselves with. The guilt was so thick that you were wishing he would walk back in, so you could apologize.

A lighter, shakier tone this time, "I'll- make sure to tell him thanks."

Kenma looked like he had more to say, something on his mind, but only gave you a hesitant sigh to work with. His company was enough. Thanks to the IV and the medication, you were feeling better, so you tried to lay back, close your eyes, and enjoy it in silence.

He let you rest for 10 minutes, squeezing your shoulder every once in a while for a reaction, to make sure you were awake.

Kuroo was generally very sweet to you, and you thought you had a good rapport, but nothing tangible enough to get him this upset. You chalked it up to whatever happened while you were out of it.

When he returned, you were on your last bag of fluids. Kenma had his Switch with him, so you were watching him play, giggly, and in better spirits.

It must've been a cosmic-like trade, because he looked like a wreck duct-taped back together. You tried not to stare.

"Kuro, take my seat--,"

He threw him a look. Kenma explained as he stood up, "Dude I gotta pee, I'll be right back."

They linked arms. You couldn't hear what was said, but you did watch, as Kuroo leaned down to listen to Kenma, telling him something quietly, in his ear. You desperately hoped it wasn't about you, but knew deep down that it was wishful thinking.

In his friend's absence, he sat, unsure, of what to say, or what to do. His eyes were dry from his second, thankfully less intense, episode in the bathroom down the hall.

Part of him didn't realize the extent of how much he cared about you, until there was a reason to.

Kuroo tried to hand you the Switch. It was halfway an attempt at conversation, halfway an apology. It begged something to be done, or said, at least.

You shook your head and made your best effort to be kind about it, "No, thanks."

It was impossible to look him in the face, "I'm not as good as Kenma. Wouldn't be very fun."

He chuckled, but it sounded sad, and only existed on the basis of filling empty space.

Odd, unnatural, mutual silence. You glanced at each other. Neither able to address it or ignore it enough to talk about anything else.

He was biting the inside of his cheek, looking around the room, every exhale sounding like a soft sigh.

"Kenma told me that-," You cleared your throat, "Uh- you, carried me."

When he looked at you, it was filled with an attachment you had not been conscious for. You faltered under the sudden pressure, tired heart picking back up again.

"Thank you. I'm sure it was hard."

His brow furrowed as he, first, took you literally- after he realized you meant it as a concept, or maybe emotionally, he smirked. He tilted his head a little, like he always did before he teased you.

"Well, you know I work out, right?"

A genuine laugh left your lips. His goofy, disarming humor so ill-timed, but so desperately needed.

He smiled at you, soft, and comfortable again.

"You know what I mean," Was a familiar groan that he loved generating.

"Yeah- yeah, I know," He moved to place the Switch in the empty chair next to him, and was reminded that he only had a short time alone with you. His hand lingered in the space above it, just for a second, enough for him to make up his mind.

You jumped a little at the warmth and weight of his palm in yours.

"It was."

Kuroo didn't look you all-over like you did to him; you were trying to find the joke, or the punchline, in his body language, but he kept his sincerity incredibly clear and unwavering.

His thumb rubbed, light, against your skin.

You looked down at your joined hands, panicked, chills all over your body, "Kuroo-?"

"I know this isn't a great time, but I realized-- I-I shouldn't keep waiting around, for nothing, like I was. We could die tomorrow, so like- what's the point? You know?"

You adjusted to sit up straight, getting warmer, a little dizzy, at his words.

"I-h," He looked at you one last time, taking in the shock on your brow, the slack in your jaw, and knew he shouldn't stop talking, because he'd never be able to start it up again if he did.

"I really like you. I tried to wait for it to go away. Then, I just... didn't want it to."

This smooth-talking, silly, composed guy was falling apart, piece by piece. You didn't realize his super-nice demeanor had anything to do with a crush, but hindsight as it is, found your obliviousness a little embarrassing, now.

Your voice failed you, "You've had a cr-ush on me?"

He snorted at your voice crack, but looked no less infatuated. His other hand was pushing back some hair from your face.

"For a long time."

DING DING, DING DING, DING DING--

You yelped at how loud the alarm was, right next to your head, and how serious it sounded.

A very high, constant ring came from something electronic that you were hooked up to. The source was ambiguous and reason to be very concerned.

Kuroo had a better view of the screen. As you craned, shaky and weak, to see, he squeezed your hand.

His laugh helped to calm you down, "It's just your heart rate."

"One-fifty," He trailed, his pretty, proud grin audible, "Nice."

A nurse rushed in, followed immediately by your coach, then Kenma- you were quick to try and demonstrate that you were fine, but there were not many methods at your disposal, other than waving your free hand.

"I'm okay! I'm- I'm just nervous."

You shared a glance with Kuroo.

It was impossible to keep either of your laughs down once he started giggling.

The nurse could tell what was up immediately-- she muted the machine with a half-concealed smile, then left when she saw you still had some more to go with the IV.

Naoi was a little more clueless, but saw your hands, and made it his business to not know what was going on by taking his own leave. One tiny look told Kuroo everything as he turned- the good, old, 'keep it professional' look.

Kenma stayed, waiting with arms crossed, until it was just you three again, and spoke over your nonstop giggling.

"I told you so."

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comfort for your longest and hardest days ft. kageyama tobio

part 3 of this series of how haikyuu men comfort you after having a bad day cw: sfw, fluff, kageyama x gn!reader, established relationship, angst to fluff, comfort word count: 973 author’s note: this is part 3, come back to read part 4! taglist

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you’re laying on the sofa late into the evening, drowning in your own thoughts, until the silence in the room is broken by the sound of jingling keys and the front door opening. then follows the sound of shuffling, a large gym bag falling to the floor and shoes being moved around in the genkan. kageyama is back from training.

“i’m home!” he calls out to you from down the hall, the pitter-patter of his feet growing louder as he gets closer to the living room.

“welcome home,” you call back to him, but your voice comes off much weaker than you had intended. to say the least, today had left you absolutely exhausted. you were completely drained, no ounce of energy left in you. the list of things that went completely wrong today stretched out for eternity, and you felt worse every second you spent dwelling on it. it wasn’t something you could help, though. you just couldn’t get yourself to think about anything else, the complete silence in the empty house making it hard for you to take your mind to a happier place.

kageyama walks into the living room, sitting himself down next to you with a quiet and weary sigh. you notice the look in his eyes as he glances at you, paired with the subtle furrow of his brow and pout of his lips. he definitely noticed something is wrong with you. he always does. he describes it as something like a sixth sense, and despite being emotionally constipated a lot of the time, he does know exactly how to read you like an open book.

he decides not to comment on it though, reaching over to the coffee table and grabbing the tv remote. you watch as he swipes through a dozen channels until landing on something he likes. some random volleyball match, to no surprise.

you two sit in silence, one that’s relatively comfortable except for a small amount of lingering tension. he knows well the general extent of what’s going on in your head. you can tell by the subtle glances he gives you every now and then to assess your facial expression. you can imagine how you look right now. you feel the small frown dawning your features, complimenting your droopy and tired eyes that are struggling to stay open.

a while goes by where you blankly stare at the volleyball match happening on the screen. you have no idea what’s going on, of course, because the inner turmoil in your mind is what has been occupying your thoughts. kageyama has been slowly inching closer to you, to the point where his shoulder and his knee are now brushing against yours in a featherlight touch.

the match has apparently grown uneventful, because he’s lost interest and shuts the tv off. he turns to you, voice low and soft from the tiring day he’s probably also had, “do you want to tell me what’s wrong now?”

busted. of course. “nothing’s really wrong, it’s just, i had a bad day,” you reply with a strained voice that lacks the assertiveness you were hoping it would have.

his brows knit even tighter together at your response, a flicker of concern crossing his face, “a bad day? you look exhausted. what happened?”

“well, nothing in particular really happened. just had a really tiring day, y’know? it kind of felt like everything was falling apart.”

he gives you a small, understanding nod, “yeah, i know. come here.” he wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling you against his chest and resting his chin on your head, “do you want to talk about it?” he’s not great at using his words, but he’ll never fail to offer to listen to you. no matter what the topic is, he always sits through and listens intently to your rambles, good or bad.

you think about his question for a moment, before silently shaking your head, your cheek brushing against the soft fabric of his shirt. you decide it would probably be better for you to just stop worrying about it. everybody had bad days, and a small setback like this wasn’t worth your energy dwelling on.

kageyama feels your movement against his, and he hums in response, tightening his grip around you. he basks in the subtle scent of your shampoo, peppering light and reassuring kisses on the top of your head. his hand runs up and down your back in a soothing motion, allowing the two of you to sit in silence for a while. you relax against him, calming down your mind in his warm embrace. the way he says nothing tells you everything. his firm hold on you is grounding and reminds you that he’s here, even when neither of you have anything to say. the reassurance just his presence provides to you makes you feel safe, like you’re right where you belong.

after a long moment, he breaks the silence to speak, his voice a low murmur, “you okay?”

“yeah, i’m okay. how was practice today? i didn’t ask how your day was,” you say, pulling away just enough to look him in the eye.

he tucks away a few strands of hair behind your ear that went loose, replying softly, “it was okay. long as always. sorry i kept you waiting this late into the evening.”

you shake your head firmly, “it’s fine, it’s not like it’s your fault anyways. want me to start on dinner?”

he presses a short and sweet kiss to your lips before resting his forehead on yours, his breath tickling your skin as he speaks, “don’t worry about that. you should rest. how about i order all your favorites?”

a smile tugs on your lips, and he reciprocates with that cheesy one of his own that always makes you laugh, “okay, deal.”

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