#Mama Tobio

[rassebers]

Haikyuu jumpscare in 2023 when you thought you'd be safe

[haikyuuincorrecttrash]

daichi: you guys worried about Hinata?

yachi: totally!

kageyama: yeah, he called me in the middle of the night and just yelled, “what do i do, what do i do, what do i do, what do i do?”

daichi: and what’d you say?

kageyama: “i dunno, i dunno, i dunno, i dunno”.

yachi:

sugawara: he’s lucky to have you as a friend.

[blueberrysunflowers]

hinata: im so happy i could kiss you!!

kageyama:

kageyama: neat.

[ later at home ]

kageyama: i cant believe i said neat

kageyama: it’s the 21st century

kageyama: it’s not neat to say ‘neat’ but i said it anyway because im a dumbass

mama kageyama: dont beat yourself up over this, tobio

mama kageyama: do you remember what i said when your dad proposed to me?

kageyama: didnt you like, thank him?

mama kageyama: i thanked him.

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Chapter 1

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: This Chapter: T; Whole Work: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Natsu Hinata, Mama Hinata, Ittetsu Takeda, brief cameos from Yamaguchi and Tsukishima

Word Count: 5.2k

Summary: It‘s an easy trade for Shoyo Hinata, if a little strange: a year living with a talking wolf in exchange for the plants that would save his sister’s life. He expects a new home and friend. What he finds is a cursed heir, a vengeful sorcerer, an act of betrayal, and a dangerous quest. But the most surprising discovery of all? The love of his life.

A/N: Written for the @kagehinabigbang! Special thanks to my beta, Lin, and my artist, Fish!! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

He was in the woods of his childhood, surrounded by papery birch trees with thin moss creeping over their roots. The dirt beneath his feet smelled and felt familiar, as did his father’s old hunting bow; the flexible bamboo was smooth in his hands as he crept along the forest floor.

He couldn’t remember why he was there. He never could. But then, like always, he saw a familiar silhouette flitting between the trees ahead of him, dashing across the path like a ghost, with a swiftness that contrasted the sound of sturdy steps. Shoyo didn’t focus on that. The relief he felt at recognizing those steps overwhelmed anything else he noticed.

“Dad?” he whispered, never yelled—that was the single best way to cut a hunting trip short, and if he was holding his father’s bow, then surely he was hunting. They were both hunting. “Dad, wait up!”

His body instinctively fell into a stance that allowed him to move through the underbrush in silence, chasing the black form like a shadow. “Dad!” His father didn’t stop. Why wouldn’t he stop?

The sturdy steps eventually fell quiet, and he approached the shape from behind, straightening out of his hunting stance to hold out the bow. “Dad, you forgot this! Why’d you—?”

In a flash of motion, the silhouette turned and pinned him under a dark, piercing gaze, freezing him in place. In a flash of clarity, he realized the figure he’d been chasing wasn’t his father. It was some sort of creature, hazy in form except for those sharp eyes. Suddenly, he was the hunted, not the hunter, unable to move as those eyes got closer…and closer…

“Hinata!”

Shoyo jolted awake just in time to receive a faceful of his yukata. “Spirits, what?” he grouched, pushing himself upright and blinking blearily.

“Wake up already! Takeda-sensei’s gonna be here soon.”

Shoyo finally found the speaker—his assailant, his mind supplied grumpily—and frowned at Yamaguchi as he dragged his fingers through his mussed ginger hair. “How are you up before me?”

“Dunno.” The effect of Yamaguchi’s casual shrug was ruined by his smug smile, though it quickly melted into a worried frown. “Were you having that dream again? You kept twitching around in your sleep.”

“I dunno how, but you made that sound perverted.” Oh, perfect, Tsukishima was already awake, too. Why were they both awake before sunrise?

“Gross, Tsukki! Don’t project your dirty mind onto me!”

“Oh? Thought you liked my ‘dirty mind’—”

“Okay!” Shoyo cried out, scrambling out of his blankets in a burst of panicked energy. “Okay, I’m up! Stop talking, Tsukishima!”

“Works like a charm,” Tsukishima sniffed with a satisfied grin, a sharp contrast to Yamaguchi’s beet-red face.

There was a certain routine to returning to the Kageyama clan’s domain after escorting the daimyo from his year-long pilgrimage in Edo. Usually the samurai were given a few days to get settled back in, filling their time with cleaning, unpacking, spoiling their horses, and, in Yamaguchi’s case, recultivating gardens. In between chores were the usual training, Shoyo’s favorite part, and studying, his least favorite part.

But this time, he didn’t have a few days. He only had two, and those days felt like they’d gone in a blink, leaving him a little frantic as he finished packing the last few things. He’d just finished saddling up his horse when he heard a hesitant, “Pardon the intrusion.”

“Oh! Morning, sensei!” Shoyo bent into a deep bow as the healer of the daimyo, Ittetsu Takeda, carefully brought his horse to stand next to Shoyo’s.

Takeda took one look at his face before bursting into laughter. “Oh no, Shoyo-kun,” he laughed, “did the homecoming chores take all your time?”

“Yeah,” Shoyo sighed, swinging himself into his saddle. “I only got to spar a little with Yamaguchi.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure this visit is worth you missing out on training.”

The glint in Takeda’s eye made Shoyo straighten with a small grin and a determined set to his brows. “It’ll be worth it. It always is.”

The healer shot him a knowing, fond grin, before nudging his horse and riding off.

The sky was still a gauzy purple as they left the palace grounds. The journey to the outskirts of the domain’s capital could take an entire day on an efficient trip, with an overnight stop sometimes being required partway through. If Shoyo had been riding with anyone else, anyone on their first journey, he was sure the trip would’ve taken well over a day.

But he was traveling with Takeda, who had made the same trip back and forth countless times. With their combined experience, they arrived at their destination as the late afternoon sun fell lower in the sky.

They dismounted at the opening in a barrier of wood surrounding a sprawling yard with a house at the center. It looked large, though it served as a healer’s clinic as much as a home. Only a few yards separated the property from the thick cluster of trees that was the forest nearby. The shadowy branches and hidden paths looked intimidating, but it was also a perfect place to hunt and a prime hiding spot for a game of hide and seek.

“Hinata-kun?”

Shoyo jolted and looked over at Takeda, who was watching him with a gentle smile. It was only then that he realized his eyes had started stinging with tears. “Ah…sorry,” he murmured, rubbing a firm hand over his eyes. “It’s just…”

“It’s your home. Anyone would be excited to return, especially after a year.”

Gratitude warmed Shoyo’s chest and spread into a smile. “Yeah…I am.”

Home. He was home.

The familiarity of tying his horse just inside the barrier, making sure it had some food and water, and walking up the path to the house helped ease the nostalgic lump in Shoyo’s throat, and by the time he and Takeda were standing on the engawa, he had an eager grin tugging at his lips.

“Hinata-chan!” Takeda called, gently knocking at the wooden frame. “It’s Takeda!”

Shoyo could hear familiar footsteps hurrying through the house, before the front shoji screen slid open. “Ah, welcome Take— Shoyo!”

Takeda was momentarily forgotten as Shoyo’s mother wrapped her son in a warm hug. Shoyo could only laugh and move with her rocks back and forth. “Hi, Mom.”

“How are you here? When did you return from Edo? And Take-kun, you sneak! You didn’t tell me you’d be bringing Shoyo!”

“I’m sorry!” Takeda laughed, raising his hands in a gesture of innocence. “I wasn’t sure he’d be able to come, so I didn’t want to get your hopes up. But here he is!”

“Here he is,” Shoyo’s mother echoed softly, gazing at her son with adoration. Her dark hair was swept back in a bun, with a few strands falling loose around her ears and face. Even though he was used to seeing her a bit weary—it was practically a requirement of being a healer, especially the best healer in the domain’s capital—and even though she was glowing with happy surprise, Shoyo noticed the dark circles around her warm eyes and the sharper lines of her face. But before he could ask her anything, she was pulling away with a kiss to his forehead. “Well, come in, come in, you need to eat after your long journey.”

“Ah, I thought we might discuss the patient you’d written to me about—”

“Nonsense, Take-kun. A year in Edo hasn’t changed what Shoyo looks like when he’s hungry.”

Shoyo flushed to the sound of both mother and family friend laughing. “Well, then…thank you, Hinata-chan.”

Shoyo waited to follow Takeda into the house, falling back on his training despite being at his childhood home. But no amount of protocol could keep him from relaxing with a smile as he breathed in the familiar scent and took in the familiar view of his home.

By far the worst part of the mandated year-long stays in Edo was the distance from his family. He didn’t live with them, and his duties as a samurai kept him from visiting more than a few times a month. But his mother was stubborn about living at the outskirts of the capital, where she would be more accessible to the general populace, instead of in the fancier properties offered to the families of samurai.

Shoyo didn’t mind—he was as proud of his mother’s work as a healer as he was of his late father’s work as a samurai, and the fact she was able to live where she wanted spoke volumes to both her skill as a healer and the respect and love in her marriage.

There was just one thing missing, something that pricked at Shoyo through lunch and distracted him from Takeda and his mother catching up. It didn’t take long for his mother to notice his distraction. “Shoyo? Is everything alright?”

“Ah! Yeah, sorry, just…where’s Natsu?” Usually his little sister would’ve leapt into his arms the moment she heard their mother say his name, clinging to him like a monkey to a tree. It was how she always greeted him, even as a teenager, a routine so familiar that their mother had started calling her “little monkey.” It felt wrong, stepping into the house without having to wrestle her back to the ground.

Shoyo wasn’t sure what he expected his mother’s answer to be. Maybe Natsu was still out hunting, or was gathering some herbs, or back in town to pick up some supplies. Whatever Shoyo expected, it certainly wasn’t the sight of his mother’s face growing pale. “…Mom?”

“Natsu is…” She set her chopsticks down with a care that made Shoyo’s begin to shake in his hand. “She’s sleeping. She…she hasn’t been well.”

Dread spread cold through Shoyo. “Natsu hates naps.”

“She does. But lately, she hasn’t been able to get through the day without the extra rest, and when she is up, she can barely make it out of the house.” As Shoyo’s mother spoke, her focus moved from Shoyo to Takeda, turning his dread to ice as understanding began to set in. “She’s always out of breath and she tells me that it feels like her chest is stretched too tight and won’t let her fill it with enough air. Any time she tries—”

“—she ends up coughing so hard and for so long, you worry she might draw blood,” Takeda finished with a grave look, confirming Shoyo’s nervous suspicions. “She’s the patient you wrote to me about.”

Her lips quivered around a choked-back sob as she nodded. It took a deep, steadying breath for her to speak again. “Nothing I’ve tried has worked. I was…I was hoping you may have heard something in Edo that could help. I know it’s a long shot, and I’m sorry you had to make the trip, but—”

“Nonsense, don’t apologize,” Takeda gently interrupted. “The trip is nothing, especially if it’s to help your family.”

This time, she couldn’t stop a sob from escaping her as she clutched at one of Takeda’s hands with both of hers. “Thank you, Takeda. Thank you so much.”

“Of course. After lunch, may I see her? Checking her condition in person would help greatly, and, well…” A small, rueful smile curved Takeda’s lips. “I’d like to say hello.”

Shoyo’s mother offered a wavering smile, before spooning more meat into Takeda and Shoyo’s bowls.

The rest of lunch passed in a blur for Shoyo, lost in the news as his mother and Takeda’s quiet exchange of ideas faded into the background for him. Natsu—bright, happy, restless Natsu—being bedridden from sheer exhaustion…it didn’t feel real. It would probably continue to not feel real until he saw her for himself, but that just made him feel a sense of foreboding that weighed heavier and heavier as their bowls emptied and were eventually cleared from the table.

It was strange, seeing his mother leave the dirty dishes in the kitchen wash basin instead of cleaning them immediately. It added another detail to the picture of suppressed anxiety that was becoming clearer to him now that he knew Natsu was sick. He didn’t say anything when he saw her pause to lean on the basin with a white-knuckled grip, just hooked his arm through hers and rested his head on her shoulder.

The close proximity let him feel the shuddering breath she took before pressing a kiss to his hair and patting his cheek. “C’mon,” she whispered, untangling their arms and giving his hand a squeeze, “let me take you to her. She’ll be so excited to see you.”

The familiar walk to the room he and Natsu used to share felt off-center, thrown off-balance by the rock of dread settled in his stomach. He had to take a moment to steady his own breath before he slid the shoji screen open and let himself and Takeda inside.

There, curled up in a futon under a worn scrap of fabric he recognized as her old safety blanket, was Natsu. Her bright hair was the only part of her that was visible, peeking out from under her blanket. The sight brought a smile to Shoyo’s lips—she could argue endlessly that she wasn’t “little” anymore, but that would never stop her from being his baby sister.

“Go ahead,” Takeda murmured behind him with a pat on the shoulder. “Say hi.”

“Thanks, sensei.” Shoyo crept carefully across the tatami mats until he could crouch by the futon and lean over the shock of ginger hair. “Hey, Natchan.”

“Mm…” Natsu turned away, her face poking out from the blanket to better burrow into her pillow, as if she could physically block out Shoyo’s voice.

“Natsuuuuuu.”

“Hnnng, whaaaat?” she whined, finally turning back towards him and slowly blinking open her eyes. Annoyance was etched across her sleepy features, probably out of muscle memory more than anything—Shoyo had always had the unique displeasure of waking up Natsu when he still lived at home.

He waited patiently for her mind to catch up with her eyes. Sure enough, after an extra few beats, her eyes widened and she shot upright with a gasped, “Nii-chan!”

She lunged forward and wrapped her arms right around his shoulders, which were shaking from his laughter. “Hey, woah, careful,” he warned her, bracing himself on one hand to keep them from tumbling to the floor.

“What’re you doing here?” Shoyo could already hear the threat of a cough under her words, and he smoothed his hand up and down her back in a silent reminder to calm down. It worked, but not without a few choked-back coughs.

He shoved aside the worry pricking at him to focus on the joy of their reunion. “Oh, I’m here to arrest you.”

“No, you’re not!”

“I am, for the crime of not writing enough letters.”

“Nii-chaaaaan,” Natsu whined, burying her face in his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I really did try to write more this time.”

“Uh-huh, sure you did.”

“Don’t be mean to me!” she grouched, pulling away to pout at him, “I’m—!”

Her words choked off as panic fell over her face, before her eyes fell on Takeda hovering behind Shoyo and dread replaced her panic. “Oh. Hi, Takeda-sensei.”

“Hey, don’t sound so sad to see him,” Shoyo scolded quietly.

“It’s alright,” Takeda said with a soft laugh, “I think she knows why I’m here. I’d ask you how you’ve been, Natsu-chan, but your mother already told us.”

“Yeah…” Natsu’s eyes flickered from Takeda to Shoyo and back again. “Is…is that why you’re here, Nii-chan?”

“I’m here because sensei said he was visiting, and I wanted to come see you and mom. That’s all.”

Natsu stared hard at him, clearly looking for something in his expression, and he stared back, letting his face be as open and honest as he could without betraying his worry. Eventually she sighed and nodded, wilting in his arms to rest her head on his shoulder. It reminded Shoyo so much of the times she fell asleep on his shoulder in the middle of housework when they were much younger.

That, more than hearing the news from their mother nor seeing how pale and weak she looked now, made her illness fully sink in for him. His eyes stung as he hugged her close, noting the sharper lines of her bones bumping his fingers even through her yukata.

“Shoyo-kun.”

The soft call of his name jerked him out of his growing despair. “Yes, sensei?”

“I’m sorry to cut your greetings short, but may I have a moment to check over Natsu? The sooner I do so, the sooner I’ll have answers for all of you.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course.” He gently peeled Natsu away, his heart squeezing at the realization that she really had nearly nodded off on him. “Is that okay, Natchan?”

There was no mistaking the reluctance in her eyes, but she still nodded. Shoyo offered her a reassuring smile, waiting for her to return it with a weak smile of her own, before he pinched her nose and stood up. “Cheer up, monkey. Sensei and Mom will figure out what’s going on, and then we’ll get you good as new.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“Stop trying to climb me like a tree.”

“There’s not much for me to climb anymore.”

Shoyo gaped at Natsu in mock-offense, relief spreading warm through him at the sight of her teasing smile. His relief didn’t stop him from giving her a little shove, sending her sprawling back against her futon with an indignant squawk. “You jerk!!”

“Begoodforsenseibyyyyye!” He slid the door shut behind him to the sound of Natsu shouting, “Mooooom!!” and Takeda laughing, and was met by their exasperated mother.

“Your sister is bedridden from illness, and you still can’t stop tormenting her?”

“Nah. She wouldn’t want me to.”

The bemused exasperation on his mother’s face melted into understanding and fondness as she wrapped a warm arm around his shoulders and tucked him into her side. “…We really have missed you, Shoyo.”

“I missed you guys, too.” His arm settled around her waist, and he bent enough to rest his head on her shoulder. It was still comforting, even with the larger height difference between them. “Can I help you with anything while sensei works?”

“Yes, actually.” His mother sounded exhausted, yet another sign of the physical toll Natsu’s illness had on her. “There’s some cleaning that I could use an extra set of hands for.”

Worry pricked at Shoyo again, but he hid it with a comforting smile. “Just tell me what to do.”

He’d been eager to help because he knew his mother needed it, of course, but he would’ve been lying to himself if he pretended he didn’t also crave the distraction and familiarity of his old chores. So when he helped with washing the dishes and sweeping the floors and sorting through the medicine stores, and still found his mind wandering back to the quiet bedroom, irritation began prickling through him along with his worry.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he finally burst out, accidentally startling his mother from where she was hanging bed sheets further down the line. “About Natsu?”

His mother watched him for a moment, before focusing back on securing the rest of the sheets. Only then did she turn back to him with a solemn, carefully blank expression that Shoyo recognized from all the times she needed to have a difficult conversation. “What could you have done, Shoyo? You were all the way in Edo. You couldn’t have left for something like this.”

“Soldiers have gone home for ill family members before! The daimyo himself has given permission!” Never mind that those permissions were typically given to soldiers with ill children or parents to take care of.

“Don’t. You know Natsu would never want you to neglect your work on her behalf.”

“But Mom—”

“Ah, excuse me.”

Mother and son whirled towards the house to see Takeda standing on the engawa with an embarrassed grimace. “I’m so sorry to interrupt, but ah…I’m done with the examination.”

“Oh! Oh, wonderful.” Their conversation was forgotten in their urgency to get back inside and gather around the small table.

Takeda was a brilliant healer, and an incredibly kind-hearted one as well. But Shoyo had grown up learning, from his many visits to the family, that he was terrible at hiding his true feelings. Good news was preceded by a badly-suppressed smile, bad news was preceded by a crease in his brows, and news that he was nervous to deliver was preceded by restless hands.

His hands were restless now.

Shoyo noticed his mother’s eyes flickering down to those fiddling fingers before she asked, “Well…what are your thoughts?”

“Ah, yes, um…I had my suspicions from the symptoms you’d written to me about, but seeing her in person has confirmed them.” He took a slow, deep breath before he continued. “I couldn’t find much information on it, even in Edo. They call it the Crimson Breath, because the coughs it causes sometimes draws blood. It’s a very rare disease; that’s why not much is known about it, apart from the symptoms and a treatment that seems to have been able to consistently cure the few recorded patients who have had it.”

Shoyo’s heart leapt in his chest, and hope kept it pumping quickly as Takeda went on, “The treatment comes from the yamakumo flower. She’ll need a special tea from the flowers, and the leaves need to be burned for her to breathe in their vapor. Recovery will be long and slow, but in time she should be back in good health.”

Hope and relief shone from Shoyo’s mother’s eyes. “She…she can recover from this? Truly?”

“Well…yes…”

Her smile faded the longer she looked at Takeda. “You don’t…sound like you’re giving us good news.”

“Hinata-chan, I’m sorry…I’m so sorry, but the yamakumo flower is almost impossible to harvest, much less in the quantities Natsu would need. I could see how much is in the palace’s stores, but I fear not even the daimyo has enough.”

With that, Shoyo’s mother’s face crumpled back into despair. The sight of her hope being snatched away so quickly made desperation spark through Shoyo. “Why is it impossible to harvest?” he asked, struggling to keep his tone respectful instead of demanding. “Where does it grow?”

“It’s not just ‘where‘…it’s ‘when’ as well. The yamakumo flower grows at the tops of the hills and mountains surrounding the province, and blooms in the coldest winter months. The trek would already be perilous for a human, but with the snow…well, there are only two people who are known to have survived the journey. The rest…they never returned.”

“‘For a human’?” Shoyo repeated.

“Well, I imagine wolves and mountain goats and the like could make the journey, since they are built for that environment. But they wouldn’t be much help in harvesting.”

“No…no, they wouldn’t.” Shoyo fell silent as he thought over the information. There must be something, anything… Nothing came to him, except trying to become the third person to survive the journey. Even as he thought it, Shoyo knew it was impossible. But the alternative was to just…do nothing, and that felt even more impossible for him.

He fell silent as he turned this information over, not realizing how suspicious his silence was until his mother murmured, “Shoyo…Shoyo, don’t even think about it.”

Her low voice jolted him out of his thoughts, leaving him wide-eyed as he stared at her. “What?”

“I know what you’re thinking.”

“I’m not— I wasn’t—” He floundered under her unimpressed stare, unable to string together proper sentences.

His stammering made her heave a sigh, before she got to her feet and made her way outside. “Come with me.”

Shoyo’s instinct was to resist, to insist that they stay in the house to have this conversation, just to push back somehow. But it was useless when he knew why she wanted to talk outside. Natsu was already going to be feeling needlessly guilty over Shoyo coming home and seeing her this sick. He couldn’t imagine what it would do to her, to hear him and their mother argue over whether or not he should be allowed to risk his life for her.

So he shoved himself to his feet and marched outside, brushing past his mother to stand with his back to the house.

“Shoyo, there’s no way in all the heavens that I’m letting you attempt that trek. You heard what Takeda said. All but two people have died trying to get yamakumo flowers. I refuse to let you join those numbers.”

His nails bit into his palms. “Dad would’ve wanted to go.”

“Then I would’ve lost him to the mountains instead of the sea, and Natsu would be no closer to recovering!” Firm hands fell on his shoulders, and he let them turn him around to face his mother. His heart twisted at the sight of tears filling her eyes. “If you want to do something more directly, then you can visit home a little more often and help me take care of her and the house. Just…just not this. Anything but this.”

“Mom—”

“I will not trade one child for another.” Her firm voice made Shoyo’s words freeze in his throat. “You cannot ask that of me. I will do everything I can to help her, but I will not offer you up in exchange.”

“I didn’t…Mom, I would never ask you to…”

Her gaze softened at his wide eyes and guilty words, and she brought a gentle hand up to his cheek, her thumb tracing soft curves into his skin. “I know, love. I know. You want to take care of us, just like your father did. But he couldn’t make miracles happen, and neither can you. No one can.” A small, shaky smile pulled at her lips, and the sight made Shoyo wilt even more into her gentle hand. “You already do so much, and you’ve made us so proud. You don’t need to risk your life to prove something we already know.”

They stood there for a moment in a tense, solemn silence, before she sighed, “Well…we shouldn’t leave Takeda by himself for too long.” She began to move towards the house, not realizing that Shoyo wasn’t following her until she’d already reached the porch. “...Sweetheart?”

“I, um…I was thinking I could stay out here…maybe go hunting? Do you need any meat or skins?”

His mother’s concern softened into understanding. “Not ‘need,’ no. But why don’t you go see what you can find and surprise us?”

Relief nearly overwhelmed Shoyo—he was dreading going back inside and having to pin back his anger and grief into something gentler, softer, less likely to be caught by Natsu. At least now, he could use hunting as a way to work his anxieties into something softer, instead of holding them back at full force.

Even just the familiar act of finding his father’s bow and quiver, replacing the bow’s string and getting the old bamboo and wood to bend smoothly again, let his racing heart slow. By the time he left the yard and ventured into the woods, he had relaxed completely into his well-worn hunting state of mind.

It had been a while since he’d last hunted, especially with his father’s old bow, but he found himself falling back into old patterns. His muscles instinctively worked to let him be silent as he moved through the underbrush, and his ears only needed a few minutes to sharpen and hear every rustle, every chitter in this part of the forest.

What he heard now were the light steps of a deer, most likely a male judging by its weight. Perfect.

As he moved, he could see the faint moving outline of the deer, serving as a guide as he waited for the perfect opportunity to shoot it. He could have shot it while it was moving but he always preferred waiting for it to drink or eat. If it stood still, he would be able to land a perfect shot, killing it quickly and as painlessly as possible.

Then he heard something else, something that made his skin prickle: an extra set of footsteps, seemingly tracking the deer. They were heavy, assured, and measured, unlike any steps he’d heard before. Was there a new predator in the forest? After just a year away? That shouldn’t have been possible, but it was more possible than his ears fooling him.

Relax. Focus. He could aim and shoot quickly, if his mysterious pursuer decided to spring on him. For now, he just wanted to shoot this deer and get it home.

He got his chance soon. There was a small clearing between trees where the deer was able to reach some soft grass and underbrush. Shoyo slowed his breathing as he carefully, painstakingly drew and aimed an arrow at what he knew would be the weakest point in the deer’s skull. Death would be instant, painless, as easy as he could make it.

Breathe in, 2, 3…breathe out, 2, 3…now.

The arrow zipped through the bushes, giving the deer barely enough time to flinch at the moving air before Shoyo’s target was struck, followed quickly by another arrow through the neck for good measure. Perfect.

He slung the bow back in favor of a small dagger, ready to carve the arrows out if they were lodged too firmly. But when he kneeled by the body and grasped each arrow, proud relief filled him from how easily they slid out.

He tried to work quickly, cleaning and putting away the arrows before tying the deer up for him to carry home. And then, just as he finished tying the last knot, he became aware of those unfamiliar steps again, this time coming closer…and closer…

By the time his pursuer emerged from the underbrush, Shoyo was already on his feet with an arrow nocked. But no amount of preparation would have stopped the stab of fear in his chest: it was a wolf. A large, black wolf, with deep blue eyes, thick fur, huge paws, and sharp teeth…teeth that were currently bared at him.

If he were facing any other animal, something that he’d ever seen before, he would have loosed the arrow the moment he laid eyes on the creature. But this…this massive black shape with a piercing gaze…suddenly Shoyo was flung back to the dream that had been haunting him for months, maybe even more than a year at this point. Fear, confusion, and panic clashed within him, making his muscles freeze up and the arrow shake on the bowstring.

His hesitation should have been the death of him. Instead, something strange happened: the wolf calmed down, even though Shoyo’s arrow was still aimed at it. It sat, fur flattening and ears perking back up, with its tail held close to its sturdy paws. It almost looked…polite. Which was ridiculous, because this was a wild animal, not one of the army’s trained dogs, so why—

“I can help.”

Silence fell over the clearing, man staring down wolf…a wolf who just spoke. If its behavior had been ridiculous before, now it was just wholly impossible. And yet—perhaps because of how utterly dumbfounded he felt—Shoyo numbly asked, “...What?”

The wolf raised its chin, somehow managing to look down its snout at Shoyo despite sitting lower than him, and repeated in a low voice:

“I can help. You need the yamakumo flower. I can get it for you.”

[suna-cerely-yours]

Say you love me (Losing all my innocence in the backseat) ft Tobio Kageyama

Synopsis: What should you do when you're being forced into marriage?

a. Seek ravishment from the most notorious rake

b. Get ravished by a stranger who you thought was the most notorious rake

c. Get married anyway d. All of the above

warnings: fem!reader, afab reader, 18+, mdni, themes of misogyny, historical inaccuracy, dubcon (not really but it's a case of mistaken identity), public sex, dry humping, making out, reader is called good girl.

a/n: think of it as a Bridgerton au. not historically accurate at all, and i might have gone overboard with the dialogue. i also use the phrase 'notorious rake' too much, but there's so much fun to be had in this universe

♛

"She's turning four and twenty next month! She debuted six years ago! She'll be on the shelf if you wait any longer. I've given enough autonomy to you, and clearly, I am the only one who's worried about the poor child!"

Your aunt announces to your mother a fair morning in September, having arrived at your townhouse in London a mere three days after you and your family had yourselves arrived for the season.

You freeze in your seat at the sudden change in topic (they had been discussing lace doilies, for heaven's sake), teacup raised halfway to your mouth. Your mother is also taken aback at this, although she hides it better than you, having years of experience dealing with your father's cousin.

Painting a gracious smile, ignoring your sudden personification of the stone gargoyles that graced the roof of your townhouse, she swallows her sip of tea.

"Surely, you've given this a lot of thought."

Your aunt sniffs, the flamboyant feathers on her dress quivering as you watch, teacup still in hand, " Someone has to! You handle a household so charmingly my dear, but you are too lax with your daughter. I should have known the moment you and my brother decided on teaching the lass Mathematics and Science. Honestly, had she taken up the piano forte instead she might already be popping out her third child!"

Your mother's smile becomes strained as she pats your hand, gesturing you to put down your teacup. "The piano forte is of course, a fine skill to be knowledgeable of. We have been looking for suitable er suitors for her, but you must know how the mart is, there's been a recent dearth of good men."

"What a load of hogwash that is! You know the ladies of the ton have been talking, after that whole ordeal with Lord Miya, especially Lady Evans- she gossips entirely too much for her own good. Either way, I have a perfect gentleman in mind for her, in fact they share quite a bit in common."

You watch in horror as your mother's interest piques at this, and your aunt barrels on. White noise fills your ears as you find yourself rising from the breakfast table, barely remembering to excuse yourself, rushing to your room. Gripping a bed post you lower yourself on your bed. It wasn't as if you were unaware of the fact that you were nearing an age after which you could no longer be looked at as an eligible option, nor were you unaware that your parents wished you married soon. However, you quite liked your life on the sidelines. You had a bit more autonomy than usual for an unmarried woman your age, and after what your friends and neighbors had said about marriage itself, you certainly were in no rush to partake.

You had to get out of this, by any means necessary.

♛

"D'you reckon Lady Wei has a female lover? I didn't know you could do that, Mama always said only men and women can be married, but that's such an old concept, don't you think?" your friend chatters, pointing out various people milling about at the Beauford-Shankar Annual Ball. You had attended every year, since your debut, and so had your friend, and usually the two of you would have a splendid time, pigging out on the different cakes and gossiping about the various characters who showed up each year. However, this year, you could barely stomach the few sips of lemonade you had, stomach turning at the prospect of meeting Lord Grant, the oh-so-perfect suitor your aunt has scrounged up.

"Oh!" she gasps, "and did you hear? Lady Garcia was ruined over the summer, by none other than our favorite rake, Lord Oikawa. She's apparently headed to the continent now, to traipse around, since she can spend her dowry as wishes. I wish I could do the same, Lord Oikawa please ruin me!" she laments, pretending to swoon against the window in front of which the two of you were situated.

Casting another cursory sweep around the ballroom, you turn towards your friend smiling, " And what news about our second favorite rake, Duke Kageyama? I overheard two ladies discussing he saved yet another poor girl from marrying her grandfather's schoolmate."

Your friend's eyes widen as she latches onto your arm, "Did I not tell you? He's so dashing, a libertine of course, having ruined what- at least fifty girls by now-" she stops to fan her face. "But all those women would have been positively miserable, had they married their intendeds. He's done the world a great good, if you were to ask me."

Smiling slightly, you're reminded of a quiet boy. You cannot recall his features very well, but it is rather hard to forget the only man who's ever caught your eye. You hadn't realized he'd turn into a libertine, but at least in your memories he'd always be the shy boy who'd helped his older sister secure her love match.

Lifting the glass of lemonade to your lips, you take a sip, before promptly choking, as you catch sight of your aunt and mother, being followed by a blonde gentleman, heading straight towards you.

♛

Tobio was decidedly not having a good time. Society events were low on the list of things he did enjoy, and after many years of not attending any, the Beauford-Shankar Ball was bordering unbearable.

"Tobio! Smile a little, you'll scare off all your admirers."

"Lord Sugawara, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"It's your first society event in nearly six years, why don't you look around? See if anyone catches your eye, or if you can even find that one girl who you used to stare at."

Tobio sputters, cheeks heating, "I- I didn't stare at anyone, and besides even if I had she would have been married by now."

Swallowing, an unbidden image of an eighteen-year-old girl comes to his mind, laughing at something Miwa had said to her. He'd been nineteen that year, much too young to even think about marriage and too focused on his sudden inheritance of the Kageyama dukedom. Miwa had married that year, and he had been running himself ragged trying to keep everything in order. But he remembered that one ball, the last one of that season, a young woman with a throaty laugh, big eyes and a closed posture, as if she were unsure of being there. He hadn't caught more than a glimpse of her, but her memory had remained, after all these years.

Suppressing a twinge of jealousy and sadness Tobio continued, "There was no one. Besides, it is becoming a little difficult to enjoy myself with all these Mamas glaring at me."

Sugawara tilts his head, surveying the room. "Ah, that must be because you've deflowered nearly fifty young ladies these few years."

"Yes, there's that but- wait, wait a moment, what? What did I do?" Tobio turns to Sugawara, astonishment smeared across his face, eyes narrowed incredulously.

"Deflowered, ruined, y'know all the good stuff." Sugawara shrugs with a small grin.

"No, what- I, no that's impossible. I- yes, there's been one or two women, but not- not young ladies. What are you saying?"

"Well, Your Grace, in the years you've declined to grace, ha, us with your presence, the gossip mill has churned quite a bit. You've prevented many marriages; I am sure you're aware."

Feeling completely discombobulated at the news, Tobio groans, "You have got to be jesting, there's no way- I certainly would know if I had ruined fifty young ladies, and I can assure you I have done no such thing."

"The truth is often not gossiped about my young friend. It seems as if the young ladies of the ton are taking advantage of your absence from society to escape from their intended marriages by using your name. They say they've been ruined by you, pay off a maid to spread rumors of 'catching' the two of you in the act and voila! No unhappy marriages for these women, and an expansion of your sordid reputation."

Scrubbing a hand across his face, Tobio sighs," and you did not think to inform me of these happenings, at least once?"

"I was completely under the impression that you were a right rake!"

Tipping his head back, Tobio sighs again. This was going to be a long season.

♛

"Well? What do you think about Lord Grant? He's the modern sort of man, isn't he?" your mother asks you the morning after the ball, hope evident in her eyes.

"He's nice, I suppose," you mutter, refraining from mentioning exactly how modern the man was. "Sure, if thinking a woman's only role in life is being a perfect wife- then yes, he's perfectly modern."

Your mother frowns at this," darling, you know Lord Grant is a better choice than being a spinster. He may have his faults, but your aunt is right, your father and I have been too careless on the topic of your marriage. You've always been the adjusting sort, surely you can adjust here as well?"

Pressing your lips together you offer no reply, choosing to focus on your breakfast instead. Your mother sighs, pressing her fingertips to her temple.

"All of this would have been easier had you just accepted Earl Miya's proposal two years ago. I don't see how you could refuse a man of his type!"

"Lord Miya had proposed to me because he had lost a wager, Mama. I was not going to marry a man only because he was trying to honor his dignity."

"Nonsense, wherever did you get such an idea!"

"Well, you see, the other Lord Miya-"

"And whyever would you be a wager forfeit, of all things!"

There was no arguing against her. "Mama, I do not wish to marry Lord Grant."

Your mother appeared to have gained selective hearing.

"There's to be another ball tonight. You will dance with Lord Grant and form a more solid opinion on him. Your father is already quite fond of him."

"Mama, why are we doing this now? We don't have to listen to Aunt-"

"And stay away from the edges of the room and other dark corners, Lord Sugawara is friends with the nastiest men, I do not know why, he is a gracious man, but London's notorious are sure to be there tonight. The last thing we need is you to be found with, with that Lothario Oikawa, or worse, Kageyama!"

Rolling your eyes this time you retort, "Mama, the ton hasn't seen Duke Kageyama in years, I wouldn't even know who to look out for. As for Lord Oikawa-"

You stop. Lord Oikawa, notorious libertine, deflowerer of virgins, and all-round suave gentleman. Lord Oikawa, who from the whispers of the ton, was tall and handsome, and never turned a lady down.

You smiled.

"Mama, please be sure to ask Lord Grant to find me before the final waltz."

♛

"You've completely lost it, haven't you?"

You choose to ignore your friend, and continue your search for Lord Oikawa.

"Why is it, that he's our favorite rake, yet we've never actually seen what he looks like?"

"He's tall and handsome and has the prettiest eyes, or so I'm told. There cannot be many men that fit that description, can there?"

You discreetly point to a man standing in front of the painting of a fruit bowl, seemingly immersed in thought.

"There, he fits the bill perfectly, would you not say?"

Your friend follows your finger, before seeming to melt at the sight of the man.

"That's Baron Wakatoshi, he is quite tall and handsome, isn't he?"

"What about the man on the stairwell?"

"That's Lord Kuroo, he's quite a catch too, I must say-"

"What about him?" you whisper urgently, "in the center of the gaggle of mamas."

"That's Lord Kita, any lady who catches his eye would be the luckiest woman ever. And I mean ever-"

You groan, pressing your palm to your face. Why was Lord Sugawara acquainted with so many tall and handsome men? Granted he too was a part of the set, but surely friendship required more criteria? Perhaps a love of Plato, or horse riding?

Your friend suddenly tugs at your wrist, "that's him, oh my goodness, it has to be! Look at the refreshments, in the maroon coat, that's Lord Oikawa!"

An icy shiver bolted down your spine, as you glanced at the refreshments table. Now that you had found him, it was time to seduce him.

"The maroon coat you say?"

"Yes, he's reaching for that pastry look!"

You paused.

"That is not Lord Oikawa. That's Lord Miya."

Your friend looks at you with her eyes widened.

"You turned down a proposal from that man? It's worse than I thought!"

"No, I turned down a proposal from his brother, although they are identical, I suppose."

Your friend moaned," why haven't you introduced me to him, I could have been Lady Miya by now. You're a terrible friend."

"Er, I'm not exactly friends with him, but I'm sure he'll recognize me. Do you want an introduction now, or-"

A flash of navy catches the corner of your eye. You sharply turn your head, to watch a tall, dark-haired man slip out the garden door. Frowning, you glance at the clock, the final waltz would begin soon, and no gentleman would escape to the gardens right before it. It had to be him.

"I- I'm heading to the gardens, if Mama comes looking for me, tell her I'm in the gardens."

Your friend, still fixated on Lord Miya, flutters her hand in a go shoo motion. "Happy ravishment dear, tell me how it goes will you?"

♛

Tobio never should have believed Sugawara. Tonight's ball was worse than the previous and once Tobio caught sight of Oikawa it had been game over. Without looking back, he had rushed out the doors into the cool night. Making his way through the garden maze, he arrives at the center of it, where a small waterfall sparkles under the moonlight. Loosening his cravat, he pulls it off and slips it into his pocket, gulping fresh air. Tilting his head back, he closes his eyes, grateful for the solitary moment. He'd always hated the London ton- the socializing, the small talk, the judgement. Perhaps he ought to retire for the season and return back to his country home.

A rustling of skirts draws his attention, and he turns quickly, eyes flying open and, oh.

It's you. The girl from six years ago.

You don't quite look the same, but you do. Your stand straight now, eyes fixed on him. The same eyes, the same lips. Tobio feels the strongest urge to say something jocular, to hear you laugh again- to know if it was the same. However, before he can open his mouth, you're making your way to him, purpose in your steps. Instinctively he takes a step back, the back of his shins bumping into a stone bench.

"I," you begin, and Tobio's lips part at your voice.

"I," you say again, before stopping to take a deep breath. It takes every ounce of strength to Tobio has to not let his eyes flicker down as your bosom heaves with the motion.

"You're Lord Tooru Oikawa."

Tobio blinks. It cannot be, there's no way. No fucking way.

Before he can inject, you continue, effectively quashing any opportunity for him to rectify your mistake.

"I'm going to just say it, so please listen. I need to be ravished, right now."

Tobio's head has stopped working, and clearly so have his ears. There is no way in actual hell you said what he thought you did, and not to someone you thought was fucking Oikawa.

"I know it's improper to ask, and I'm not sure how these things go exactly, but I really need you to- to," you stumble over your words, clearly unsure what a ravishment entails.

Tobio finally finds his words and raises a hand to stop you.

"You have the wrong person, and I'm not sure why you're here, but your reputation would be ruined if you were to be found with me. Please let me leave you alone."

Heart pounding, he goes to move, but you quickly close in on the few paces that separate the two of you. Startled by your sudden proximity, Tobio drops down on the bench behind him.

"No, please. You don't understand- I need you to, to ruin me."

"You want to be fucked by Oikawa?" Tobio asks incredulously, feeling too confused and hurt to register the use of profanity before a young lady.

You frown, brow furrowing.

"Er, yes- I want to be ahem fucked, by you," you whisper the word, and a shiver runs down Tobio's back.

You move closer, placing your hands on his shoulders, and nudging his legs apart so that you can stand between them.

"Please, fuck me."

♛

You had no idea why Lord Oikawa was referring to himself in third person, but you decided to move on to more pressing matters. The man in question was looking up at you, eyes darkened, and mouth parted.

The rumors weren't wrong, and with a face like that- you could see why the ladies of the ton were queuing up to be ravished by this man.

There was something so curiously familiar about this man as well, although you suppose that was a part of his charm as well.

His hands rise to hover around the vicinity of your waist- hesistating.

Impatiently you guide his hands to your waist, heart backflipping as he immediately squeezes and pulls you closer to rest his head on your stomach.

"You don't know what you're asking for."

You shiver at his dark tone, acutely aware of his hands wandering, stopping occasionally to press into a particularly plush part.

"I know what I want."

"What if I were to tell you this is it? This is all there is to ravishment?"

"No!" you blurt out, sinking your hands into his hair and pulling, "it's not enough."

Inhaling sharply, he tugs, pulling you fully into his lap, knees on either side of his hips. Wrapping an arm around your waist he leans in, lips brushing yours as he speaks, warm breath fanning across your face.

"Say it again, tell me what you want."

Heat pooling in your lower stomach, you swallow once before you're able to get the words out. You feel your nipples peak, pushing against the thin silk of your dress.

"I want you to fuck me," you whisper, "I need you to fuck me."

His eyes flutter shut as slowly exhales, one hand sliding up your back to rest on your nape. Tilting your head back he leans forward and presses an open-mouthed kiss right in between your collarbones, then lower. You gasp as he licks across your décolletage, nipping at the swells of your breasts. Your nerves feel on fire, liquid lava coursing as he continues his ministrations.

"Who?" he murmurs, "Who do you need to fuck you?"

Whimpering you grind down on his lap, desperate for some sort of friction. Cursing softly, he rolls his hips up, and you whine as something hard presses against your core, at just the right angle- leaving you incapable of coherent thought.

"Please, again, just-" you cry, desperately searching for that rhythm again. Panting, he grips your waist again, lifting and moving you on his lap so that you're able to chase your pleasure.

The two of you rock together, Oikawa cursing under his breath as he scrambles to untie the laces holding your dress together. A faint part of you wonders why a rake with so much experience was struggling with a mere corset, but that thought vanishes the moment he slips his hands into your dress. Grinding against him, you frantically get rid of your gloves as he pushes your bodice down, baring yourself for him and the cool night. Sinking your hands into his hair you gasp again, as he nips at the edge of your nipple, before enveloping the entire thing.

"I. I'm-" you feel something building inside you, gasping for air.

"Yeah, just from this? Fuck, let go darling, I have you, just-"

You moan as your pleasure crashes over you, panting. He holds you close through it, pressing gentle kisses wherever he can reach. Panting, you come down from your high, hands gripping his shoulder for purchase.

Cheeks warm, you lift your head to look at him, finding his dark eyes trained on you.

"Open your mouth," he whispers, breath fanning over your face. Swallowing, you follow his orders.

"Wider."

You part your mouth even more. Pausing for a heartbeat, his eyes flicker down to your lips, before the corner of his mouth lifts- just barely- the beginnings of a half-smile. Leaning in, he licks into your mouth, muffling your whine. You move to kiss him back, but he sharply draws back.

"Did I say you could do that? Sit on my lap and keep your mouth open, just for me."

Eyes flickering shut, you part your mouth once more, waiting.

"You're such a good girl."

Saliva pools in your mouth as he continues licking, one hand gripping your jaw, palm resting against your neck, to keep you in position- the other slipping under your dress, flirting up your thigh.

Which is exactly how your mother, your aunt, and Lord Grant find the two of you.

♛

Your aunt's shriek pierces the night, causing the two of you to fly apart- well it would've, had Lord Oikawa not held firm on your very naked back. There was certainly no way to misconstrue what was happening here.

Biting your lip to hide a smile, you glance up at Lord Oikawa, who seems shell-shocked.

"What on earth is this! I cannot believe it, this- this is a mistake," your aunt continues, as more people start trailing over, alerted by your aunt's shriek. Your mother rushes over immediately, "Your dress, button up your dress, my god."

Oikawa seems to spring into action at this, sliding his coat off and covering you, ensuring you're completely covered before helping you slide off his lap and stand on your own. As more people crowd around, hushed murmurs and gasps fill the air, the rake strikes again!

The crowd parts as two tall gentlemen make their way.

"What is the issue here-"

"Oho? What indeed is the issue here?"

"Lord Sugawara, Lord Oikawa," the man behind you (still standing so close) begins, before stopping short.

You decide to take over, your plan had worked splendidly, might as well help the man out a little.

"Lord Sugawara, Lord Oikawa," you begin as well, curtseying to the best of your ability in the oversized coat.

Wait. Lord Oikawa?

You whip your head back at the man behind you, and then at the men in front of you.

"Lord Oikawa?" you ask again, hesitantly, and the man beside Lord Sugawara makes a noise of affirmation.

"Tobio-chan, it looks like you've surpassed me and Lord Miya!"

Dread fills you as you realize why Lord Oikawa, no, not-Lord-Oikawa had been speaking in third person and had been so insistent on names.

You turn to your mother, who looks like she's taken to praying, and then back to the man behind- now beside you.

Lord Kageyama.

Thoughts racing, you breathe. No harm done anyway, all you needed was to be ravished- what did it matter if it just so happened to be the quiet boy who had caught your eye six years ago, who had somehow turned into a rake. How did you not recognize him?

"Alright everyone, let's let the family handle this. Back to the ball, off you go," the other Lord Miya's voice cuts through the chatter, and you catch his bemused eye as he winks at you.

Your aunt comes forward, anger visible on her face.

"I will marry her."

Everyone stops.

Lord Kageyama turns to you, " Let's get married."

[matchagirliris]

Our little gentleman | kageyama x f!reader

Timeskip au, established relationship (married), fluff

Not proof read sorry! Based off this video

You, kageyama and your 5 child kyo had just finished getting back from a dinner as kageyama parked the car and walked over to the passenger side to open the door and let you out you thank him and stand there waiting for tobio to take out kyo from his car seat when kyo gets out he runs to you crying and fussing you can’t seem to understand why “what’s wrong my baby” you say with a worried expression on your face with more fussing he drags you to the passenger side and pulls and tugs on the door signaling for you to get in, so you do as he wants and you start to see a smile form on his little face as he shuts the door and then opens it once more and offers his little hand out to walk you out “oh thank you my little gentleman kyo” you say as you giggle, tobio stands there a bit jealous after watching this all go down and he crouches down to Kyos level and says “kyo you didn’t have to do that momma is my wife I can do it for her” he looks at kyo with a stern look, he earns a giggle from kyo all kyo says is “mama mine” as he hugs your leg and runs into the house, tobio stands up “im gald i made him a gentleman but at what cost if he’s trying to take my lady” he says wrapping his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek, you giggle “im really happy you did too tobio but you heard the little man mama his.” and with that you take off running into the house as tobio chases you wondering how he got stuck with such a hyper yet perfect family.

[xcalkenf]

minors dni

"mmh fuck, your pussy so good mama." He muttered before pressing his face back into your cunt and sucked all the juices into his mouth. Your pussy tastes like heaven, sweet and juicy. Your angelic moans and whimpers were like music to him, which turns him on even more.

He doesn't seem to care about his aching cock, face too deep into your cunt. His tounge deep inside massaging your velvet walls, making you arch your back for more. you tried to buck your hips towards him but his hand placed itself above your stomach pushing you down.

"hmm, whaddya want?" He moved away from your cunt, making an eye contact with you demanding an answer from you.

"n-needa cum.. please?" Tears fell from your eyes to your cheek, choked sobs and whines escaped your mouth. He stared at your puffy clit, giving small kisses to it.

"my mama wants to cum huh?" "please.. please!"

two fingers were inserted into your cunt, moving in and out with inhuman pace. loud squeak then left your mouth as your thighs starts shaking by the sudden speed. You grabbed his hair forcefully as you felt your fourth orgasm coming.

"o-oh! 'm-'m coming!!"

"go on, cum for me mama."

BAJI, HANMA, draken, ran, KATSUKI, kirishima, dabi (?), ARMIN, EREN, jean, suna (hq), tobio, toru, kuroo.

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[bumbledi]

♡ Olympic Games 2024 ♡

Pairing: time skip! Ushijima Wakatoshi x fem!reader

Genre: fluff

Summary: once again, you get to see your husband playing at the Olympics and he’s happy to have his two favorite cheerleaders cheering for him.

*In case you feel confused about some things… This is a sequel of “The road to parenthood/The road of parenthood”, you can still understand if you haven’t read the series but I do recommend it!

Note: I can’t believe I haven’t posted in like 10 months… I hope I can do it more often, specially because I have so many ideas in mind.

I hope you enjoy this little slice of life scenario.

I apologize if there are any misspellings 😩

*I might write something about Wakatoshi and (Y/N) actually making a baby during the Olympics… I’ll think about it 🫣

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

“Mama, where’s papa?” A 5-year-old Megumi asks again while she hugs you and waits to see her dad.

“We’ll see him soon, baby…” you kiss her forehead and fix her hair out of her face “will you cheer for him extra loud?” Megumi’s eyes sparkle with excitement while she nods happily.

“You’re wearing your Ushijima jersey, I bet that’ll make him feel extra motivated” Tendo, who gladly joined you in the opening ceremony, says tickling Megumi’s belly, making her giggle with you.

“Satori-nii!” She giggles trying to push away Tendo’s hand “are Marie and Theo coming?” Megumi brushes her hair out of her face and asks about the twins

“Not today, Gumi… you’ll see them tomorrow, tho!”

“Good!” She high fives Tendo.

You continue waiting for some time to see all of the Japan athletes, along with some other family members and you let Megumi down for time to time so she can play with Shoyo’s and Tobio’s daughter, that they adopted a couple of years ago.

Everyone sees how some other countries parade in the Seine River until they announce Japan coming and Megumi runs to your arms so you can pick her up.

“Where’s papa?”

“Near the center… look for him” you both look for Wakatoshi while you swing our little Japanese flags. “There he is! See?” You point to where Wakatoshi is, hoping Megumi can see him too “do your best, Wakatoshi!!” You scream and send him kisses with your hand.

“Papa! I love you!” Megumi swings her little flag like crazy and screams loudly “you are super cool! Do your best!”

Even from afar, Wakatoshi can spot you for a brief moment and he waves at you.

“I love you, papa!” Megumi keeps screaming while sending kisses to Wakatoshi with her little hand, making you giggle.

The boats follow its course and you stand there and continue watching the opening ceremony

“It was super short, mama” Megumi says with a pout on her face, and you let out a laugh

“I know baby… but we’ll se daddy later tonight, alright?” You say fixing her raincoat’s hood and she nods.

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

Later that nights, Tendo, Wakatoshi’s dad, Megumi and you arrive at the hotel where you’ll be staying and where you’ll meet Wakatoshi.

“Megumi, baby… come sit down. Papa’s team hasn’t arrived yet”

“But he what if he arrives NOW?” She says jumping all around, making you sigh… She’s not disturbing anyone so you let her be.

“Wanna go get a snack, Gumi-Chan?” Her grandfather asks and she instantly runs to him

“Yes, Oji-Chan!” He picks her up, gives her a warm smile and walk to the snack table with Megumi in his arms. He has let you know multiple times, how grateful he is with you for loving his son and giving their family a granddaughter.

“She’s totally a mini (Y/N), huh?” Tendo jokes and sits next to you.

“Don’t even mention it, she’s only five and she’s such a little rascal”

“Are you two still planning to have another baby like you wanted at the beginning?”

“We’ve talked about it… specially since Megumi can’t stop talking about how she has some friends who have siblings and she love spending time with your twins…”

“But…?”

“But… even though Megumi has adapted amazingly to Poland, I’m scared of having a baby and going through postpartum in another country, without my mom or sister…”

“Understandable…”

“AND Wakatoshi is on his top game right now, I don’t wanna pull him away from that”

“I don’t think you should worry about that… He loves volleyball but I know for sure he loves his family more”

“Thanks Satori…”

“Mama! I got banana chips!” You hear Megumi say and you see her walking back to you while holding hands with her grandpa and waving the bag of chips in the air.

“Is that so?” You chuckle and she skips to you.

“We can share if you want”

“That’s so kind Megumi, thank you”

Cheers and tons of camera flashes can be heard while we eat some banana chips, these make you all turn to that direction, noticing how some volleyball teams are arriving.

As they enter, you see the Japanese team at the end of the line. Once they enter, you finally let Megumi know his father has arrived.

“Megumi-Chan… look ever there!” Megumi follows your finger as you point to the entrance, where Wakatoshi enters the building.

“PAPA!” Her little eyes light up and she starts running towards her dad.

All of the team step away while they see little Megumi run through the crowd all the way to her dad.

“Hello, honey…” he says picking her up and throwing her in the air, making her laugh “how are you, my love?” He kisses her cheeks

“I’m good, papa!” Megumi says between laughs “I missed you!” She hugs him by the neck

“I missed you too” he holds her little hand and kisses it.

“Me and mama cheered so much for you!” Megumi says while opening her sweater to show him her Japan jersey.

“If you keep cheering for me I’m sure I’ll win the best medal” he smiles at her and she hugs him again.

“No hugs for me?” You says walking to your husband and child

“Mama!”

“Hello, handsome…” you say hugging Wakatoshi and Megumi and kissing your husband right after.

“Thanks for cheering for me” Wakatoshi gives you a kind smile

“It’s always my pleasure…”

Megumi hugs you both by the neck and you start walking next to your husband who’s still carrying Megumi and you go greet the rest of the team. For an instant it feels like not a moment has passed since you were in high school and spend time with the monster generation but now you’re all here, some of you with families of your own and some of them playing so far away from Japan.

[stars-tonight]

Okay so imagine an accidental confession scenario where the reader is humming the lyrics of guy.exe around some of our dense pookies (like ushijima, bokuto,kageyama...) and they're like, "i have those exact qualities why wont they date me then?????" and thats how their confessions happen lol. Feel free to add whoever you think fits, i just thought it's silly

ALL YOU'RE LOOKING FOR

"oh i, wish i could synthesize a picture perfect guy, oh i, oh i. . ."

he startles as you sing softly under your breath, turning to look at you curiously. you're wearing earbuds, so he can't hear the music. intrigued, he scooches a little closer to you and strains his ears to listen to you sing.

"six feet tall and super strong, we'd always get along, all right, all right," you whisper-sing as your pencil moves across your homework book.

he frowns. was this your way of hinting at something? he had been the one to suggest you study together after school, and he'd been secretly delighted when you agreed. he'd liked you for a long time now, but you seemed so . . . natural around him. you treated him like you treated everyone else. he was nothing special to you. it almost pained him to spend time with you--he wanted you to himself so bad, you were right there, you were right there and still not his--

he focuses on your voice again as you sing to yourself, unaware of his inner turmoil: "ooh, he'd pick me up at eight, and not a minute late, 'cause i don't like to wait, no."

he'd never make you wait! he thinks to himself. he'd be a perfect saint, always walking you home and bringing you your favorite flowers. he'd learn to cook your favorite food for you, remember every important detail and every important date, he'd be the best boyfriend! he's everything you're looking for, why can't you see it?

"kind and ain't afraid to cry or treat his mama right, that's right, that's what i like," you continue to yourself.

that does it for him. he sets his pencil down, a little harder than intended, and accidentally catches your attention. you look up at him, surprised to see him staring at you intensely, and take out an earbud. "what is it?" you ask curiously. "you okay?"

he blankly stares at you for several seconds. "what about me?" he blurts out.

you frown, creasing your eyebrows in confusion. "what do you mean, what about you?"

"i'm everything you're asking for," he mumbles. "i'd never be late. i'm nice to my mom. i'd treat you well too."

you blink slowly, registering his words. your eyes widen, and a giggle bubbles up in your throat. "where is this coming from?" you ask, grinning a little.

his face flushes, and he rubs the back of his head. "you were singing about the kind of guy you want," he mutters. "i have all of those qualities."

you giggle again. "are you saying what i think you're saying?" you tease him.

his face is beet red. "what do you think i'm saying?"

you say his full name. "i think you're confessing to me!" you tease. you'd been hinting at your crush for a long time, waiting for him to confess first, and now he's finally done it.

he fiddles with his fingers stubbornly, as if it's not obvious that he's hopelessly down bad. ". . . maybe."

three different types of guys who might react this way:

the whiny -- BOKUTO KŌTARŌ, MIYA ATSUMU, suna rintarō (as one may guess, they'd be a lot more whiny about it)

the genuinely confused -- kozume kenma (confidence will dwindle after that point about being six feet tall tho. . .), tsukishima kei (but he’ll be more sassy / nonchalant about it)

the dense -- USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, KAGEYAMA TOBIO

A/N: hi anon! thank you for your request, this was so fun and silly and i loved writing it

also am i tripping or is "scooch" a real world? because istg it is a real world but i can't figure out how to spell it

[astro-can-write]

Hi hiiii, back again to req some head cannons with the Pretty Setter Squad ™ and their ways of showing affection? I.e. love languages, pet names, etc. 🫶🫶🫶

PLEASE AND THANK YOU POOKIE!!!😻😻😻😻✨✨✨✨

hey pookie wookie dookie kookie bear ofc id make those hc for you

The Pretty Setter Squad includes: Tooru Oikawa (Aoba Johsai) Koushi Sugawara (Karasuno) Kenma Kozume (Nekoma) Tobio Kageyama (Karauno) Keiji Akaashi (Fukurodani)

I know setters like Atsumu and Shirabu are in it as well, but just for time purposes I won’t be including them, sry ^^

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS (fem!reader)

Oikawa:

He is whipped for you.

Like, whipped whipped. Even more whipped than whipped cream.

He loves getting tiny little gifts for you, as well as cuddling literally everywhere and anywhere. He loves PDA and will not pass up the chance to kiss you.

He loves showing you off, especially to Iwaizumi. “My girlfriend is so much prettier than yours!” “I DON’T EVEN HAVE A GIRLFRIEND TRASHYKAWA!” “Oops, I forgot! Ehe~”

He’s scared that you’ll leave him, just like his ex, so he tries his hardest to make you happy. 

Oh my gawd he loves kissing you

He will kiss you on your lips, on your nose, on your cheeks, even on your fucking eyebrows (unless you don’t have eyebrows but thats a bit weird)

He praises you for the littlest things, and it's all genuine. He may make it seem like a joke, but you can tell that he means everything that he says to you. 

He always texts with emoticons like (ɔ◔‿◔)ɔ ♥ and ≧◉◡◉≦. He texts you very frequently and replies almost immediately. Every morning and night, he texts you “good morning” and “good night”

He gets very jealous. Whenever his teammates come near you, he (very loudly) tells them to back off and hides you from them. He doesn’t reveal to his fangirls that you're his girlfriend, because he knows that they’re probably gonna harass you. 

He’s extremely affectionate and touchy, like I said before. He showers you with love and loves giving you piggy back rides. 

If you were fine with it, he would probably make out with you in the middle of the street without shame

He’s gotten hit in the face with a volleyball before because he was too busy admiring your face.

Pet names: baby, babe, [nickname], and he’s probably called you sexy mama before

Your guys’ first kiss was during New Years. You guys were way too tired to go to the festival, so you guys crashed at his place and watched alien/action movies all night. At one point in the movie, a kissing scene came on and Oikawa was like “Hey wanna try that” and a second later, yall were making out. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Sugawara:

He’s very protective and caring towards you! His mama instincts kick in and he always makes sure you’ve eaten and slept a proper amount.

He loves you to the ends of the earth. He’s aware of all your boundaries and respects you, but he also teases you a lot.

Head pats

He gives you a lot of head pats

He likes holding hands and giving tiny little pecks on the lips in public, but he won’t do anything outlandish like making out (unlike Oikawa). It's all up to you whether you want to be publicly affectionate or not. 

He listens to all your problems and gives you the best advice.

He’s pretty affectionate. He always smiles at you whenever you’re doing something, because you're just so pretty. He can never stop himself from blushing whenever you guys make eye contact.

His first priority is your happiness and comfort. He’s willing to sit with you in silence or have deep conversations about relationships.

He’s so insanely cliche, but you love that about him. He’s always finding new pickup lines and actions that make you cringe but laugh.

He texts long messages like “hi baby! Hope your having a good day <3 remember to eat your lunch and get your full eight hours of sleep! I’ll call you later so just text me if you need anything! Love you <3 - your hubby” and then you’ll probably reply with “ok”

He gets jealous really fast, but he doesn’t show it or do anything until you get uncomfortable in the situation. At that point, he would glare at whoever made you uncomfortable and drag you away. He is very scary when he’s mad, so that person would probably never come near you guys again. If you’re simply just talking to another guy, Suga snaps whatever he’s holding in his hand and he starts mumbling to himself angrily. Daichi and Asahi tease him a lot about his jealousy issue. 

Pet names: honey, baby, angel, sugarplum, sweetheart, [nickname]. 

Your guys’ first kiss was after Karasuno won against Shiratorizawa. You had specifically told him you would kiss him if he won, so right after the game ended, you ran up to him and slammed your lips onto his. All his teammates whistled and clapped (Noya and Tanaka cried tears of envy) ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Kenma:

“She’s just my girlfriend, you guys are being overdramatic” *has an entire album with pictures of you*

He’s not a big fan of PDA, nor is he physically affectionate. He shows his love through gifts and small, short texts like “eat” or “sleep” that may not seem meaningful, but you know that it’s just his way of saying “i fucking love you and you better take care of yourself”

He’s fucking rich so he gets you whatever you want

(sugar daddy?)

He’s usually quiet, but becomes a big chatterbox once you guys start talking about games. He talks the most when he’s with you, and he loves spending time with you.

He likes it when you put your head on his lap while he’s playing games, but he gets distracted by your gorgeousness and loses his game

Like I said before, he’s not into PDA but if there’s not that many people around/there’s too many people around, he’ll hold your hand. He’s much more intimate in private and loves cuddling with you.

His kisses are very soft and short, but they make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. He pecks your lips or kisses your forehead when you're sleeping.

He’s a little awkward when it comes to deep conversations, but he always manages to say what you want to hear.

Bro could not care less if another guy started talking to you. He doesn’t get jealous easily, but he’s willing to do anything to get you out of an uncomfortable situation. ‘Anything’ ranges from “c’mon, we’re gonna be late for dinner” and dragging you away to tripping the guy and making him fall flat on his face, then running away together.

Pet names: [nickname], baby (if he’s feeling particularly perky that day)

Your guys’ first kiss was sort of forced upon by Kuroo. The stupid rooster boy was like “lol you guys should kiss if you're really dating” and you and Kenma stared at him and then at each other. There was a moment of silence, and Kenma just kinda kissed you on the cheek, and that was that. (“ON THE LIPS!” Kuroo had yelled “I MEANT ON THE LIPS!”) ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪�� ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Kageyama:

Pretty shy when you guys started dating, but he’s warmed up to you now and he loves spending time with you

He knows everything about you, from your favourite colour to your favourite type of turtles. He always buys you your favourite drink at school, and makes mental notes whenever you say that you like/dislike something.

Like Kenma, he’s not a big fan of PDA and he’s not very physically affectionate either. He’s bad with his words as well, so his love language is mostly quality time and gift giving. 

He’s rough (interpret that however you want)

He’s a pretty slow texter and he never checks his phone

At home, he’s fine with cuddles but he gets restless and wants to move after five minutes.

He doesn’t even hold your hand in public, unless there’s a lot of people around and he doesn’t want you to get lost

He’s the small spoon most of the time. I don’t know why, he just is.

You tutor him! He’s pretty stupid so you help him with his tests and stuff (unless you're stupid too.)

He’s pretty oblivious and doesn’t notice if a guy is flirting with you unless it's his teammates. When it comes to the other first years and second years, Kageyama blows a fuse when you’re hanging out with them and not him. He glares at everyone from behind you, making them all skedaddle. 

Please be understanding of his volleyball obsession, if not he might break up with you

Pet names: [nickname] (that's it. he gets embarrassed when you use pet names on him, and he never really uses pet names on you)

Your guys’ first kiss was after his game against Bluecastle (the one that Karauno won). When the game ended, you screamed so loud that everyone stared at you, and you probably lept off the stands to go give Kageyama a kiss. Hinata, Noya, and Tanaka watched with envying eyes while Yachi squealed loudly. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

Akaashi:

This just in but this man would look so hot in a turtleneck–

Moving on

Akaashi is very sweet and very attentive. He’s literally the definition of perfection. He redefines perfection. PERFECTION WANTS TO BE HIM

He listens to all your problems and offers you very constructive feedback, not holding back to expose you if you happen to be in the wrong. But he does it in a very polite and “i’m not trying to be mean, i’m just being honest” way so you never get mad at him

He makes all the meals, cleans the house, gives you a ride wherever you want, makes the bed, and does the laundry. He is literal husband material.

He doesn’t hate or love PDA. He’s fine with little kisses, holding hands, and back hugs, but he’d rather not do anything too intimate when there’s people around. That being said, once you guys are alone, he’s willing to go all out.

CUDDLES

C U D D L E S

Please cuddle with him

His kisses can be soft and be rough. Just tell him what you want and he’ll oblige because he’s amazing like that

He doesn’t get jealous a lot. He just doesn’t feel the need to be jealous, because he has faith and trust in you. If you're uncomfortable, he’ll step in right away and tell whoever’s making you uncomfortable to back off.  

He tutors you. He also tutors Bokuto, but sometimes the latter gets too annoying, so Akaashi kicks him out and only tutors you instead.

Pet names: baby, honey, [nickname], and he’s probably called you little gremlin or something like that just to tease you

Your guys’ first kiss was on your fourth or fifth date. He asked for permission first, since he’s a gentleman like that, and he gave you the sweetest little kiss on the lips, making you practically melt into the floor. You guys happened to be at a cafe, so everybody that saw clapped and ‘awed’. ┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

┊┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ 　　°

as you can tell i love akaashi

thank u for reading!

[noonajoe]

When you use dress that shows your back scar

Synopsis: Y/N is wearing a backless dress for the first time to their college farewell party. The dress showed her back where there is a big scar on it. She's pretty insecure about it but their boyfriend tries to comfort her.

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Reader, Kuroo Tetsuro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Miya Atsumu x Reader

Word Count: 608

©noonajoe (Published on 20 March 2023 - 23:10 Bangkok Time) this story is not going to be sold, modified, or translated in any manner.

Kageyama Tobio:

“Oh…” He is shocked when he saw you in a backless dress, standing in front of the mirror.

“Oh my gosh, Tobi! What are you doing here?”

“You are… so… pretty… and we’re late”

“Can you please give me another 5 minutes, hon? I’ll be quick”

“That’s the 7th time you said and it’s already been an hour. Is there any problem?”

“I… uh… should I use a cardigan?”

“If you’re ok with it just use it. But if it’s uncomfortable just take it off”

“No. I mean, my back scar….”

Kageyama just realize her scar, he didn’t pay attention to the scar that she has been insecure about for years

His mind went blank, trying to search for comforting words when he knows he was not good at it.

“You’re pretty. With or without a cardigan… To be honest, I even didn’t notice your scar when I looked at you in this dress for the first time”

You look at him, and he blushed.

“So.. without a cardigan… are you ok with it?” you teased him with a happy face, grabbing his hand playfully.

“Yeah… more ok…” he just kept blushing

In the end, you chose not to wear a cardigan

Kuroo Tetsuro:

“Damn mama you look good”

He startles you because you don’t know he’s been there

You quickly use a jacket/cardigan to cover your back

“What? No honey you look much hotter without these,” he told you while taking your cardigan

Then you use your hair to cover your back

“No! Just keep your hair like before!” 

Debate with him because you’re insecure about your back scar

In the end, he doesn’t want to force you, lets you still use a cardigan

Until you reach the party hall, you still use a cardigan with a pinned-up hairstyle

He just keeps complimenting you because this is the first time you use that dress

Until you found the cardigan is uncomfortable, you took the cardigan off

People look at you, but he didn’t mind to always grab your hand tightly

“This hottie is my woman”

Bokuto Koutaro:

“Y/N are you sure to wear that?”

“H-uh? Is it ugly? Is it because of my back scar?”

“What? No! I’m sorry honey but you look so…. hot, I almost didn’t recognize you”

“Don’t worry Kou. I will use a cardigan later at the party”

“Is it because of your scar?”

Suddenly your face turned red with a sad expression

“No no no don’t cry, honey. I mean, I…. uh… just… stay beside me, ok? I don’t want any of our guy friends flirt to with you”

“Huh? Why another guy wants to flirt with me?”

*Bokuto clearly understands his Y/N is too innocent to men*

"Well- because, you're soo hot in that dress! Our friends may never see you in this look"

"So, maybe it's weird as well because this is somehow not my style, Kou?"

"What? No! I mean, you're not just a pretty girl right now. Plus, you showed your back-"

“Well I know this scar will make me uglier, so they will no-”

“Just stand beside me Y/N! You’re too hot in this :(“ he pouted childishly 

Miya Atsumu:

“Lookin good, woman”

You only smiled sheepishly because he smirked.

You quickly search your cardigan in your wardrobe

“Did you see my cardigan?”

He already has your cardigan in his hand, and showed it to you, “I know you’ll search for this when you use that kind of dress”

“Well… I’m still not ready for my back scar”

He gave you his suit and put it on your shoulder”

“I’d rather give you my suit rather than you use a cardigan”

“Hah? You’re weird. Why?”

“Cause you’re more more hotter in my suit honey”

You smack him because in the end his dirty-minded still hasn’t changed.

“What?! C’mon even the most stupid man in the world would agree with me!”

“That’s it, I’m using a cardigan, give it back to me, tsumu!” You take his suit and try to grab your cardigan from his hand

“No. You’ll wear my suit and that’s it”

“Really? Don’t argue about this dumb thing, tsumu”

“No, it’s not! Your looks will never be a dumb subject to discuss”

[ayyyez]

Haikyuu headcannons of who you think would be the best at cooking? Like who makes delicious meals and likes to cook (other than, ya know, Osamu lol). Could be any meal types (breaky, brunch, lunch, dinner, dessert, etc)

Bonus if ya include who shouldn't be allowed within 10 feet of a kitchen <3

a/n: omg can I?????? ABSOLUTELY I CAN! thank for request as always ehe ily <3

tags: cooking headcanons, fluff

characters: Iwaizumi Hajime, Bokuto Koutarou, Miya Atsumu, Kageyama Tobio, Kunimi Akira, Kozume Kenma + Honourble Mentions at the end

Iwaizumi: The practical allrounder. Can cook most things in theory and quite well. The food itself doesn't always look pretty but he always adds plenty off flavours and spice. Good enough to add his owns twist on recipes too. Learnt the basics from his parents and then most of his recipes he found and adapted himself. Had to fend for himself cooking wise as a teen and has been cooking since then. LOVES cooking for his s/o and his friends and family. Big smiles, holding his head high with a little blush when you compliment his food or cooking skills. Big on nutritional meals too and researching how to make them healthy and delicious. It's the athletic trainer coming out.

Bokuto: The rising star. A learning curve in his teen years with a few messes and averted disasters but a pretty good cook in adulthood. Taught by his mama and big sisters (one is a bit of disaster the other is very good). Genuinly loves cooking and I think finds he loves it more once he learns a bit about nutritional aspects at college/through V.League. Doesn't always follow recipes but somehow is food always tastes amazing. You can tell he puts love into his cooking. His dishes burst with flavour. Dancing in the kitching while cooking you breakfast in nothing but his briefs? Yep! That's him. He's also the guy in the kitchen with mama and gran at family events helping cook all the meals and getting in on the family gossip. He's also really good at mixing drinks but will make them a really strong ratio that have a great taste (they knock you on your ass too).

Atsumu: The somethings always off menace. He can cook in theory. He and Osamu grew up in the same household after all but there's always something up with his dishes. He puts too much spice in there or not enough. Overcooks it, undercooks it, burns it—never can get the timing right. See Atsumu cooks with with the same love Osamu does but with none of the same care. You can get something edible out of his dishes most of the time though. He just doesn't have the same skill or dedication so it's a bit more basic. Better at doing the quick breakfasts or if he's doing dinner he's doing the curries and egg rice omelets. Less likely to overcook things then because they're a bit easier. He can do onigiri too though just not the fancy tasty ones Osamu does. If you compliment his cooking though he will love you forever! This man lives off words of affirmation and praise lol.

Kageyama: The basics otherwise a disaster. Can definitely cook rice after his sister taught him how to use a rice cooker. He needed to know once he moved out of home. Can fry up vegetables in a pan and make other basic dishes. Although the first time he cooked with oil in a pan he burnt the top of his hand the poor boy. Why did no one warn him not to turn the heat up too high and that hot oil can bubble up like that? (Miwa totally did Tobio sweetie! He was just so hungry at the time he wasn't paying close enough attention). He panicked so much for his poor setter hands he didn't use the pan for days. Called his sister to come to Tokyo. She laughed her ass off at him because he eyed the pan like a skittish cat. Totally a pro now though. Not great at big recipes and dishes. Just basic basic things. Also doesn't like cooking things he has to monitor for long periods of time. Just makes sure all the food groups are there. Meat? Check. Veges? Check. Throw in pan. Add sauce/spice. Done. Eat with rice. lol. Simple. Panics if you ask him to cook for you. Just kind of goes 'I only know how to cook me things.' as in his basic ass bitch meals lmao.

Kunimi: The lazy king of life hacks. Learnt how to make tasty meals in a rice cooker from his dorm room. Hacked his way out of social interactions and walking anywhere once he found out that even if he got food delivered he'd have to walk downstairs to go get it. Big on easy noodle meals like your ramens, rice noodles, potato noodles, etc. Doesn't like too much spice and prefers adding a bit of sugar to his dishes. When he's got access to the facilities (like as a teen at home or an adult out of the dorms) he will make certain kinds of minimal effort desserts once in awhile. When he's craving certain sweets like fudge that you can just chuck somewhere cool to set. Not super big on baking but likes the end reward of it. Doesn't like super involved cooking by himself but is more willing to be part of the process with someone else like a s/o or friends/family. Has to be someone close who can convince him to do it though or he will just watch from the sidelines. Prefers easy but tasty recipes and is very good at perfecting his own. Want something quick and delicious? Kunimi is your man.

Kenma: Can't cook but can kind of bake wildcard. Growing up he never had to do anything like helping out with the cooking. Knows how to boil water and pour it into a noodle cup. Knows how to cook rice in a cooker from Kuroo showing him a volleyball camp. Knows how to grill meat and put things in hot pot from outings. Would overcook things because he's so anxious it wouldn't be cooked enough that he'd leave it too long. Just hates the idea of him cooking anyway because he's worried he'll mess it up and it makes him anxious. Might try if you show him basic things and don't just leave him on his own. Baking though, that is something he did want to be apart of growing up. Used to be that kid sitting in front of the oven waiting for his pies to bake. Liked helping mixing and putting everything together. The smell of things baking really relaxes him.

HONOURABLE MENTIONS:

Can cook well/delicious flavours: Miya Osamu (duh), Kita Shinsuke, Tendou Satori

Can cook basic dishes/good flavours/spices: Oikawa Tooru, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sakusa Kiyoomi,

Can cook basic dishes/what is adding spices? Yamaguchi Tadashi, Suna Rintarou (he barely cooks and forgets lol) Eita Semi

Adds too much spice! Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Nishinoya Yuu, Futakuchi Kenji, Yuutarou Kindaichi

Tries to cook but burns things: Asahi Azumane, Koganegawa Kanji

Experimenter wildcard 50/50 of being good meal: Sugawara Koushi, Yachi Hitoka, Hinata Shouyou, Yaku Morisuke

[haikyuuincorrecttrash]

sugawara: why is Hinata in the box?

yamaguchi: he thinks he’s being delivered to another country.

sugawara: what?! can he breathe in there?

kageyama: he’s still making noises.

sugawara: …and he has water and food?

tsukishima: yeah.

sugawara:

sugawara: alright then.

[leraaoo]

"its so simple!" — kageyama tobio

fluff

fem!mom!reader

warnings ;: none (?)

tobio, your husband who just got a break from work, got home, and is currently teaching your son how to play volleyball.

"you do this, this and this, and there!" tobio insists, showing the actions hes pointing out. "what?!" ruko (your 5 yr old son) tilted his head and yelled slightly. "what do you mean by 'what?!' you just gotta do, this!" tobio once again teaches his son using actions. "i cant understand anything papa!" ruko said, and imitates his fathers action but miserably fails. tobio facepalmed, "cant you understand it?! its so simple!" tobio said as he scratched his nape. "tobio, your explanation is bad. no one could understand it." you complain, leaning at the frame door. tobio glares at you with a weird face. "mama!" ruko yells out. "can you teach me? papa is soooo bad at teaching." ruko said, slightly raising his voice at the end to be overheard by his father. tobio frowns, "what?! im better than explaining you dumbass! your mothet doesent even know how to play volleyball!" tobio growls as he grumpily stomp his way inside the house. while ruko just look at you and shrugged, following his father closely.

BONUS !! :>

"teaching that kid was trouble." tobio complains, burrying his nose deeper to your neck, you chuckled, brushing your fingers through his hair. as tobio was continuosly ranting about his son, you heard the bedroom door open. "mama- mama?!" ruko yells out in disbelief as he saw his father's arms around your waist, "papa what are you doing?! mama is supposed to hug me to sleep!" ruko says as he pushes his father away from you. tobio frowns and pushed back his son. "tobio!-" you scold but got cut off. "hmpph- mama is mine!" ruko yells. "noO- shes mine!" tobio yelled back. as you just watched them quarrel right infront of your face.

[pearlsephoni]

At the End of the Sun, Chapter 2

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: This Chapter: T; Whole Work: E

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, Natsu Hinata, Mama Hinata, Ittetsu Takeda, brief cameos from Kazuyo Kageyama

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: In the light of Natsu’s illness, Shoyo is presented a way to give her the impossible cure.

A/N: Written for the @kagehinabigbang! Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

Shoyo had seen some incredible things in his life. None of them were a talking wolf. Certainly not a talking wolf offering to help him save his sister. “How do you…how are you talking? What are you talking about? How do you know about the…the plant, the…any of this?”

The wolf’s ears flicked, drawing Shoyo’s attention to the fur beginning to rise along his neck. He wasn’t very familiar with wolf behavior, but it didn’t take much to guess that he was a little annoyed. “I…I heard you and your mother speaking outside. She said something about the yamakumo flower and the risk of gathering it. But the risk only exists for humans. A wolf…I could retrieve it for you.”

“But…why?” Shoyo’s hold on the bow and arrow weakened, letting the point of the arrow drift towards the ground. “Why would you do that for us?”

“Because you can give me something in return.”

His fingers tightened around the bow, but he kept it aimed down. “What could I give a talking wolf?”

“Company.” The wolf drew himself up, looking somehow regal as he met Shoyo’s gaze. “The mountains are a ways away. If you want to be able to prepare the plants for your sister, you’ll have to come live with me, prepare them there, then get them home.”

Uneasiness prickled through Shoyo. “For…for how long?”

“A year.”

“A year?!” he repeated. “The flowers only bloom in the winter, why would I need to be there for a year?”

“It’s not just for the plants. It’s…I’ll need the company for a year. That’s all I can tell you.”

It was ridiculous. It didn’t make sense. He still didn’t know why this wolf was able to speak. And yet… “So…if I come and live with you for a year, you’ll be able to harvest enough of the yamakumo to…to save my sister?”

“Your sister?”

“Yeah…she’s the one who needs it.”

“I…I see.” The wolf’s paws shifted in the soil. “Yes, I’ll harvest as much as you need, in exchange for a year.”

Shoyo’s throat clicked around his swallow as he nodded. “Okay…good. Then…I need to let my mother know.” He looked back the way he came, before whirling back towards the wolf. “You need to come with me.”

The wolf blinked. “...What? Why?”

“I can’t go home and tell my family that I’ll be gone for a year to live with a wolf who spoke and told me he’d get the flower. You need to come as…I dunno, as proof or something.”

“Oh. Right.” The wolf looked down at himself, almost as though he were remembering what he was. “Alright. Lead the way.”

Shoyo’s uneasiness around the wolf persisted as he slung his bow across his body and prepared the deer to be brought home. Even though his training demanded that he not hold a bow with a strung arrow outside of active combat or hunting, Shoyo still itched to hold some sort of weapon in his hands. But instead, he was stuck hauling the deer across his shoulders, keeping his hands completely occupied.

It felt surreal, to be leading a wolf back to his home, especially one so large and dark and similar to the creature that haunted his dreams. Really, the past five minutes–had it truly only been five minutes?–didn’t feel real. A talking wolf materialized in front of him, offered a way to save Natsu, and demanded Shoyo live with him for a year in return.

A year to save his sister. A whole year of his life, spent away from home and the palace and his work. Then again…what was one year in exchange for Natsu’s life?

“Shoyo?” His mother’s voice snapped him out of his musings, and he looked up to see her gaping at him from the porch. “Oh my goodness, will you look at that! Where on earth did you–?”

Her words choked off as her eyes drifted away from the deer Shoyo was slowly lowering to the ground. “Shoyo,” she breathed, eyes wide with alarm, “don’t move. There’s a wolf right behind you, oh spirits.”

“I…I know. You don’t have to worry.” It wasn’t until her eyes snapped back to stare at him in disbelief that he realized that he…did not have a plan. His mother suffered no fools, and the thought of telling her that he was planning on leaving for a year to live with a wolf who had offered to save Natsu…well, it sounded pretty foolish.

“What do you mean, you know? You knew you were leading a wolf to our home?!”

Then again, the alternative was worse.

“No! I mean, yes!”

“Which is it?!”

“Yes, I knew I was leading him here, but he’s not dangerous, I swear!” His mother’s disbelief was giving way to anger, and it only made Shoyo flounder more. “I– he– he’s going to help!”

“...What?”

“He’s telling the truth.”

The wolf’s words fell like a rock in the Hinatas’ yard. It took everything in Shoyo to hold back his grimace as he watched his mother’s eyes snap back and forth between him and the wolf. “Who…?”

“Your son’s telling the truth,” the wolf repeated, moving up to stand next to Shoyo and the deer. “I can help get the yamakumo flower for your daughter.”

“Shoyo.”

“...Yeah?”

“Who just said that?”

“The, uh…the wolf.”

“Ah.” His mother’s expression was impassive as she stepped down from the porch and weakly sat on its edge. “I…I was hoping I’d imagined that.”

“Yeah…I did, too.”

She could only nod for a moment, driven to silence as she visibly processed what she’d just seen and heard. And then, slowly and deliberately, she asked, “What do you mean, you can help get the flower?”

The wolf repeated what he had told Shoyo: that he could embark on the journey that would be life-threatening for Shoyo and harvest the flower that Natsu needed. Hope bloomed in Shoyo with the hope he saw widening his mother’s eyes.

Then the wolf mentioned needing something in return.

Shoyo watched with dread as his mother straightened in her seat, eyes flickering to him just long enough for him to see the foreboding settling in them. “What would that be?”

“A year,” Shoyo murmured, bringing her attention to rest on him. “I…I would have to live with him for a year.”

“No.”

“Mom–”

“Absolutely not.”

“Mom!”

“A year, Shoyo? Do you hear yourself? A year with a wolf? What on earth does he want a year with you for?”

“If he lives with me, he’ll be able to properly prepare the flowers before transporting them from the mountains to here,” the wolf spoke up. “And…well…I need the company. Never mind the reason.”

“I think I will mind the reason,” Shoyo’s mother bit out. “That’s my son you’re talking about. He has a family, a job, a whole life you are asking him to leave behind for an entire year. You want him to give up all of that without telling him why?”

“What does it matter?” Shoyo cried. “Can’t the ‘why’ be Natsu? If this is the only way we can get her that flower, then why shouldn’t I agree to the deal?”

She stared at him in silence, letting him watch emotions flicker like fireflies over her familiar features: disbelief, anger, understanding, grief, and finally, determination. It was with that emotion in her eyes that she finally looked back at the wolf. “Prove it.”

Both Shoyo and the wolf stared at her. “...I’m sorry?”

“Prove that you can get the yamakumo. Then I’ll know that you can uphold your side of the deal, and maybe, maybe I’ll let Shoyo go with you.”

Shoyo could count on one hand all of the times he’d seen his mother’s eyes harden and jaw tighten quite like that. An instinctive part of him felt nervous at the sight, but it didn’t stop him from protesting, “Mom, I can make my own choice! If this is the best way to help Natsu, then I want to do it!”

“Then you’re a greater fool than I thought,” she snapped. “Think of what he’s asking of you, Shoyo. He’s asking you to give up a year of your life for something we’re not even certain he can do. And it’s not just you. He’s asking me to give up my son, asking Natsu to give up her brother, asking the daimyo to give up one of his most promising samurai.” She turned her eyes back on the wolf, whose fur, Shoyo was surprised to see, had started raising. It immediately flattened under his mother’s glare. “Go get a yamakumo flower. Prove to us that it’s possible. Then, and only then, will we seriously consider your offer.”

When the wolf spoke, his voice sounded strained, and Shoyo wasn’t sure if he was trying to conceal the waver of fear or anger. “The yamakumo flower doesn’t bloom for months.”

“Then get us the plant. I’ll be able to identify it without the flower.”

Silence fell over the clearing, so heavy it was almost oppressive, as Shoyo’s mother and the wolf stared at each other. “Alright,” the wolf eventually conceded. “I’ll return in a week with the plant. Will we have a deal then?”

“We can discuss a deal then,” Shoyo’s mother corrected.

The wolf’s ears twitched, but he nodded. “...I can see why you became a warrior,” he said, looking at Shoyo. “It looks like ferocity runs in your family.”

A smile curved over Shoyo’s face despite the frustration still brewing in him. “Yeah…yeah, I know.”

Something made the wolf pause, dark eyes watching Shoyo for a beat, before he quietly ordered, “Be ready to leave in a week. I’ll see you then.”

His confidence and casual command startled Shoyo into simply nodding. Nothing else was said. The wolf nodded back, first to Shoyo, then to his mother, then turned and disappeared into the forest. Shoyo waited for the underbrush to return to still silence before he let out a low whistle. “Geez, Mom. Who knew you could make a wolf nervous?”

“Never mind that,” she huffed. “Who knew wolves could speak and try to steal away my son?”

“Mom.”

“Don’t ‘mom’ me.” She pinched at his nose, though she couldn’t quite match his warrior’s reflexes, and she ended up pinching at air when he managed to dodge her fingers. “I can’t believe you were so ready to just…give up a year of your life like that.”

Shoyo shrugged, stubbornly ignoring the warmth creeping across his cheeks. “I was just…I was desperate. It sounded like a better way to get the flower, instead of, uh…dying.”

His mother shook her head with a fond, exasperated smile. “My goodness, that brain of yours. Have you even thought about your work? What army would let one of their most promising soldiers disappear for a year?”

“I’m not going to disappear,” Shoyo huffed, pointedly ignoring her actual question. “I’ll go back with Takeda-sensei tomorrow and let Captain Ukai know. I can tell him that Natsu is sick and I need to help take care of her. It’s not really a lie.”

“Shoyo.”

“It’s not! I…I might have to speak to Kageyama-sama directly, though.” A slow shudder slid down his spine at the thought. He had only ever seen the daimyo in person a handful of times. The old man somehow struck a balance between having a kind demeanor and regal air about him. It made him one of the more-approachable daimyos in the country, but it also made it more difficult for Shoyo to guess what his response to his requested absence would be. “That might be my only chance to be allowed back after a year.”

The idea clearly unnerved his mother—her face paled and her eyes widened as he spoke. “Shoyo, you can’t even guarantee that you’ll get an audience with him.”

“No, but…I have to try.”

“Oh, my darling boy,” his mother sighed, cupping his face and making him meet her sad eyes. “Are you absolutely certain about this? It would kill Natsu, knowing you lost the work you love for her sake.”

“We don’t know that I will!” he tried to reassure her. “Maybe I won’t! Just…please don’t tell her anything about that, not until I know for sure?”

His mother gazed at him for a moment before sighing and nodding. “Alright. But the moment we know, you have to tell her. Promise me.”

“I promise.” The words came instantly, quick as an instinct.

“Good.” Her hands slid away from his cheeks as she heaved another sigh. “Well now…let’s get to work on this beauty.”

The reminder of the buck was a relief. Shoyo was only too ready to begin the familiar, arduous work of taking the body apart, but just as he began sharpening his carving knife, Takeda stumbled to the still-open shoji screens. “Takeda-chan?” Shoyo’s mother asked, her voice nearly cracking on her surprise and worry. “What’s going on?”

“I…I thought I heard…” His eyes looked borderline-crazed as they scanned the yard, until the craze was replaced by defeat. “Ah. I thought I heard a familiar voice. I must have been mistaken.”

Shoyo and his mother exchanged a shared look of alarm and confusion–had he heard the wolf? Did he recognize the wolf’s voice? How would they even begin to explain everything that had happened in the past hour? Then his mother slipped into a practiced smile as she joked, “Familiar voices? Do you mean ours?”

“No no, I, ah…well, never mind.” He straightened up as he adjusted his glasses, before shooting his own practiced smile at mother and son. “My, Shoyo-kun, that’s quite the kill!”

“Oh, thank you, sensei,” Shoyo said with a shy laugh.

“We’ll finish carving it and we’ll be right in,” his mother told Takeda, “unless you would like to help?”

“Oh! Um. Perhaps I could help with things…inside?”

Shoyo struggled to bite back a laugh as his mother smilingly asked Takeda if he wouldn’t mind sweeping the floors, please? She didn’t turn back to Shoyo until the other healer had closed the screens behind him.

“Tomorrow,” she murmured, smile sliding off her face. “We’ll tell him everything tomorrow. And when you come back in a week, we’ll tell Natsu everything as well, alright?” She phrased it as a question, but Shoyo knew better.

“Alright.”

For the rest of the evening, he could almost forget about the wolf and the strange, impossible deal he’d offered. He could pretend that this was just another visit home, helping his mother with familiar, difficult chores.

But when Shoyo finally crawled into his old futon and drifted to sleep, it was to visions of sharp teeth, black fur, and dark blue eyes.

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By this point in his life, at 21 years old with a few years of being a samurai under his belt, Shoyo knew that the first day of any endeavor was never the hardest day. But he really felt he could be forgiven for hoping the exception would be finding out his sister was struggling with a potentially-fatal illness.

Of course that wasn’t the case. The next morning, once Shoyo helped Natsu get settled back into her futon after breakfast, he attempted to explain the…situation to Takeda. His mother let him do the talking, either because she thought he ought to take responsibility for making a deal with a talking wolf or because she still didn’t fully understand everything. Shoyo couldn’t be sure, but he didn’t really blame her either way.

Strangely enough, while Takeda definitely looked stunned by the whole ordeal, he didn’t seem specifically surprised by the news of the wolf. If anything, he was more curious about the how of the speaking wolf moreso than the what. “If he was the voice I heard last night,” he murmured, staring hard at the table as he thought through everything, “then why did he sound so familiar? I really feel as though I’ve heard that voice before.”

“Well…regardless,” Shoyo’s mother gently piped up, “do you think you’ll be able to help Shoyo get a year off approved?”

“Ah! Yes! I mean…it will be difficult, and there’s only so much sway I have as the daimyo’s healer,” Takeda warned, “but I can at least be there to vouch for the severity of Natsu’s illness.”

“That’s perfect, sensei, thank you!” Shoyo shifted away from the table to bow low to Takeda, ignoring the healer’s stammering attempts to get him to stop. “Anything I say about Natsu wouldn’t be believed as much without your help. Thank you.”

“Of course, Shoyo-kun. I only wish there were more I could do to help.”

“You’ve already been an immense help,” Shoyo’s mother reassured him. “We would not have even known what was ailing Natsu, much less how to cure her, if it hadn’t been for you.”

Any hope Shoyo felt following breakfast began to seep out of him once he and Takeda began the journey back to the palace. With nothing else but riding his horse available to occupy him, it wasn’t long before he began thinking a little too hard over everything: Natsu’s illness, the wolf, being separated from his entire life, his entire world, for a year.

It didn’t make sense that so much could have changed in 24 hours. He had come home ready to simply spend some time with his family. Now he was leaving home with his entire future up in the air.

His return to the palace grounds spurred a series of news and explanations that he repeated countless times: to Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, to his other friends, to Captain Ukai. The news in turn spurred a series of reactions: pity, sadness, exhaustion in the captain’s case, acceptance from all.

Which left the daimyo himself.

By some stroke of luck, Takeda was able to arrange an audience with the daimyo for Shoyo the day before he was due back at home. Shoyo’s things were already packed and ready to go, but he couldn’t let himself think about the fact that he might never be able to bring them back to the place that had been his home for so many years.

His pulse sped up with every step he took towards the throne room, until he was kneeling in front of the daimyo with his heart practically leaping out of his throat.

“Ah…Hinata, was it?”

“Yes, Kageyama-sama.”

“Please, look up. Let me look at the samurai trying to escape for a year.”

“Your Grace, I would never–” The words died on Shoyo’s tongue when he looked up and was met with a kind, if not a little teasing, smile on Kazuyo Kageyama’s face.

“There he is. Captain Ukai and Healer Takeda tell me you are planning on leaving us for a year?”

“Yes, Kageyama-sama.”

“In order to help your mother take care of your ill sister?”

“Yes, Kageyama-sama.” Maybe he should’ve felt alarmed by how easy the lie was becoming to say, but the time to dwell on that was not when he was face-to-face with his daimyo.

“And you are hoping to be able to return to the samurai forces in a year?”

His use of the word “hoping” made the small kernel of hope in Shoyo get slowly buried by dread and defeat. “...Yes, Kageyama-sama.”

“You can understand why that idea gives me some pause.”

“I…yes. Kageyama-sama.” His fingers curled into the folds of his kimono over his lap.

“Have you given any thought to what you might do if you were not allowed to return?”

The lord’s eyes were not unkind, but the question still made Shoyo’s stomach clench. “Yes, Kageyama-sama. I would try to find work as a ronin, or…” The knot in his stomach tightened. “...or I would commit seppuku, if you saw fit. I understand what I’m asking could be seen as a slight to your family, though I would never deliberately cause such an insult. I…I only ask that, if this punishment is decided on, Your Grace allows me to ensure my mother and sister are healthy and safe before I go forth with the act.”

Lord Kageyama didn’t allow any emotions to slip through his kind features as Shoyo spoke, though his eyes did widen the tiniest fraction when Shoyo uttered the word “seppuku.” Once Shoyo finished speaking, the daimyo started with, “Young man, your concern for your family would never be seen as a slight to my own.”

Just like that, the knot in Shoyo’s stomach eased as he let out a slow sigh of relief. But he kept his hands clenched in his lap, hesitant to let hope in just yet.

“Your loyalty and honor belong to my family. Your love belongs to yours. Go, take care of them.” Before joy could fully wash over Shoyo, Lord Kageyama’s dark blue eyes sharpened, and his mouth curved into an almost-indistinguishable frown. “But when you return next year, I will expect your skills to be as they were when you left. There is no place for an untrained, unpracticed samurai in the ranks of my army. You’d do well to keep that in mind.”

“Yes, Kageyama-sama. I…I would never neglect my training.”

“Good. Well, then…I suppose we’ll see you in a year.” At Shoyo’s wide eyes, Lord Kageyama let his lips pull back into a kind smile. “May your sister enjoy a swift and thorough recovery, Hinata-kun.”

“Thank you, my Lord. Thank you!”

Shoyo wasn’t fully in the clear: he still had some things to discuss with Captain Ukai regarding who would cover for his duties, as well as finally let Tsukishima and Yamaguchi know about his departure.

But when he made his way back home to meet with the wolf, Shoyo left the palace grounds assured that there would be a place for him to return to, which was more than he had believed he would get.

His joy and relief was a fragile thing, though, weak enough to be dashed when he was returned home with Takeda and saw his mother already waiting for him on the engawa.

“Shoyo-kun.” He looked up at where Takeda was still perched on his horse. “Do you want me to come with you?”

“No. Thank you, sensei, but…I should do this alone.”

And so, with a shaky attempt at a reassuring smile, Takeda rode away, leaving Shoyo to cross the yard by himself.

As soon as his mother caught sight of him, her eyes widened and her mouth opened to ask a question. “I’m okay,” he told her, grinning when her mouth slowly shut again. “Takeda-sensei got me an audience with Lord Kageyama, and he gave me permission to return. I…I’ll be able to go back in a year.”

“Oh, Shoyo,” his mother gasped, bundling him into a tight hug. “That might be the first bit of good news I’ve heard in months.” Contrary to her words, when she pulled away, Shoyo could see her posture tensing up again. “Are you ready to tell Natsu everything?”

“Are you sure? We still haven’t see the wolf, maybe he–”

“Hello.”

His mother’s head snapped up, and Shoyo whirled around to see the large, dark shape of the wolf approaching up the path. Around his neck, he wore a small pouch, and from the way he held his head high, it wasn’t difficult to guess what was in it.

Still, the wolf announced, “I’ve brought the yamakumo.”

“Oh.” Joy and dread clashed across Shoyo’s mother’s features–joy of a possible cure for her daughter, and dread of what that meant for Shoyo. She was silent as she carefully opened the pouch around the wolf’s craned neck and drew out a leafy stem. Her silence grew heavy in the yard, stretching on with every second she took to inspect the stem, the leaves, even the roots that still clung to small clumps of dirt.

When she finally spoke, her soft voice melted the silence instead of breaking it. “You did it. This is yamakumo.”

The wolf let out a quiet huff before asking, “Then does that mean our deal still stands?”

Shoyo’s mother bit her lip as she turned to look at him. “I…I think that’s up to you, love.”

His answer was instant, even as his throat ached with it. “I’ll do it. But I need to tell my sister first. She needs to know about…about everything.”

“...Nii-chan?”

Shoyo’s stomach dropped. He whirled around to see Natsu peering at him from just behind the shoji screens, eyes wide with shock. “Natsu…shit, I…what’re you doing down here?”

“I heard your voice, and I…Nii-chan, what’s going on?”

This wasn’t how Shoyo wanted this to happen. He’d planned on telling Natsu everything after he had a few moments to figure out exactly what he was going to say. He was going to see her in her futon, so she’d be able to turn away and burrow back into her comfort if the news upset her.

Instead, he was coaxing her to sit with him and their mother, and clumsily explaining to her that he had figured out a way to get the yamakumo flower, but that it would keep him away from home for another year. No, he wasn’t going to risk his life to get it himself. Yes, he really did have to be gone for that long. No, he wasn’t being blackmailed into doing this. He wanted to do this, wanted to do whatever he could to help Natsu heal. No, this wasn’t her fault. He was doing this because he wanted to, not because she’d asked.

None of his reassurances could hold back her tears. “B-but you’re going to be alone,” she cried, looking almost furious for him despite her soaked cheeks. “A whole year alone, Nii-chan, that’s not fair! No one should go through that!”

“I won’t be alone, Natchan!”

“Then who–?”

“I’ll be there.”

Shoyo didn’t think it was possible, but Natsu’s eyes got even wider when she stared at the wolf. “You…you talked.”

“I did. I do.”

Natsu’s eyes bounced between the wolf, Shoyo, and their mother, before they settled back on the wolf. “Are you…how we’ll get the yamakumo?”

“I am.”

“Oh…thank you. But um…why do you need my brother for a year?”

“Natsu,” Shoyo hissed, “don’t worry about that. It’s nothing compared to what we’ll get in return.”

“It’s a whole year, Nii-chan! That’s not nothing!” She was pale and skinny and wore dark circles under her eyes, and she still looked as fierce as the strongest soldiers Shoyo had marched beside. “I don’t want you to do this!”

“It’s my choice to make. Let me make it, Natchan.”

A deep furrow appeared between Natsu’s brows the longer she glared at Shoyo, but Shoyo stared back just as resolutely, and eventually his little sister wilted. She never could out-stubborn him, no matter how much she tried. “Then…is this the last time I’ll see you?”

“I think so…but it’s just for a year! I’ll be back before you know it, and you’ll be all better by then, you’ll see!”

Natsu didn’t say anything to that. She just gazed at Shoyo, eyes flickering around his face like she was carving it into her memory, the way she always did before the daimyo’s year-long pilgrimages to Edo.

Then, without warning, she was flinging herself into his arms, burying her face into his shoulder. “Easy there, monkey girl.”

For once, she didn’t complain about the nickname. She just murmured, so soft he almost didn’t hear her, “I’ll miss you, Nii-chan. You really won’t be able to visit?”

“I dunno…we’ll have to see. But don’t get your hopes up, okay?”

“Okay.” She squeezed him tight, like he was her old plush bunny. “...Love you.”

“What was that?”

“You heard me!”

“I don’t think I quite caught that.”

“Nii-chan!” Natsu whined, pushing away from Shoyo and pouting at his laughter. “Don’t be mean!”

“I’m not being mean, I’m just making sure you won’t miss me too bad!” His laughter faded into a melancholic smile as he turned to his mother, who was already watching him with tears shining in her eyes.

She silently held her arms open, and he silently fit himself into them, pressing his forehead to her shoulder as she rocked him back and forth.

“Whatever happens, Shoyo,” she whispered at his ear, “you can always come home. Do you hear me? If you want to get out of this deal with the wolf, or if you can’t return to the daimyo, you can always come back to us. Always.”

“I know,” he whispered back, his breath nearly catching on the lump in his throat. “I love you, Mom.”

“I love you, too, my little sun.” Shoyo’s heart ached at the tears glistening in her eyes when she pulled back to press a kiss to his forehead. “Stay safe. This year will feel even longer without you.”

“It will for me, too. But I’ll be okay, I promise.” His eyes stung as he stepped out of his mother’s arms and turned to his sister, and they began brimming when he reached out and ruffled her hair. “I love you, Natchan.”

His solemn words made fresh tears fill Natsu’s eyes, and Shoyo caught the first drop falling just as she pressed her face to their mother’s shoulder. “Go,” their mother whispered, already crying, even as she nodded at the wolf waiting behind him. “You have a long trip. Don’t keep him waiting.”

Everything in Shoyo screamed to steal one more hug, press one more kiss to Natsu’s hair and their mother’s cheek, murmur one last goodbye. But their mother was right. It was time he began the journey to what would be his home for the coming year.

So, with a last sigh, he shouldered his pack and turned to the wolf, wiping at his eyes before shakily declaring, “Alright. Let’s go.”

The wolf didn’t move for a moment, just sat there and watched Shoyo in silence. He only stood when Shoyo met his eyes, giving himself a little shake before echoing, “Let’s go.”

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GENRES: this does tie in with maturity level, but also a bit different. I will write for any genre, though I do believe my skills heavily lean on smut, fluff, and angst. Whump is a genre I’m still developing. So, really, you can request any genre!

LIMIT: I have no limits! You can send as many requests as you like, with as many characters as you want. Spam me! Fill my inbox! I am a-okay with it. Though, I am a mama to a toddler, and writing is more of a hobby, so depending on length/detail it may take me a while to finish a request. Patience is much appreciated, beautiful ;).

CHARACTERS: I am deeper into and more familiar with certain fandoms that are listed (BNHA, Haikyuu!!, and One Piece) and as such, it is easier for me to write for essentially any characters within those fandoms. Though, for a more comprehensive list, here’s how it looks:

(Names in bold are characters that I am most familiar with/easily able to write.)

BNHA: Izuku Midoriya, Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Denki Kaminari, Todoroki Shoto, Aizawa Shota, Hawks, Dabi, Shigaraki

HAIKYUU!!: Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Nishinoya Yuu, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Bokuto Koutarou, Kozume Kenma, Akaashi Keiji, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Ushijima Wakatoshi, Atsumu Miya, Osamu Miya, Kiyoomi Sakusa

FAIRY TAIL: Natsu Dragneel, Gray Fullbuster, Laxus Dreyar, Freed, Sting, Rogue, Jellal/Mystogan, Gajeel Redfox (I’ve actually never written for Fairy Tail as of yet.)

BLACK CLOVER: Asta, Yuno, Yami Sukehiro, Finral Roulacase, Willaim Vangeance, Fuegoleon Vermillion, Nozelle Silva, Gauche Adlei, Zora Ideale, Luck Voltia (also haven’t written for this fandom yet.)

JUJUTSU KAISEN: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi, Yuji Itadori, Sukuna, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro (I’m not entirely familiar with this fandom, I will have to rewatch the anime.)

ONE PIECE: Roronoa Zoro, Vinsmoke Sanji, Monkey D. Luffy, Portgas D. Ace, Mihawk, Shanks, Crocodile (more than likely some others, but these are the main characters I enjoy writing for.)

So, yeah! Here’s all the rules. Like I said, I basically go for anything. So whatever your desires are, I’ll do my best to fulfill them! Also, if there are characters other than the ones listed that you’d like to see, I’ll do my best to write for them!