#Nekoma x female reader

[your-local-simp-writers]

The Heartbeat of Nekoma

Word Count: 809

Warnings: None

Headcanons: Nekoma x Fem! Manager ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The gymnasium of Nekoma High was alive with the sound of volleyballs thumping against the floor, the sharp whistle of the coach, and the occasional cheer or groan from the team. In the midst of this controlled chaos was Y/N, the team’s manager and the only girl among these lions. She moved with a purpose, her clipboard clutched in one hand and a first aid kit swinging from the other.

Kenma Kozume, usually lost in his own world, often found himself watching Y/N. Her ability to anticipate the team’s needs before they even voiced them was something he admired silently. He didn’t say much, but when he did, she always listened, her nods and thoughtful hums encouraging him to share more than he usually would. She knew exactly when to offer a silent nod of encouragement or a gentle nudge to join the team’s activities. Her notes on his gameplay were always precise, helping him refine his strategies without a word wasted.

Tetsurou Kuroo, with his wild hair and wilder schemes, relied on Y/N to keep him grounded. She had a knack for cutting through his antics with a sharp word or a pointed look, bringing him back to the task at hand. Yet, she was always there to share a laugh or a moment of triumph, her presence a steady beat in the rhythm of the team.

Lev Haiba, his enthusiasm often got the better of him, leading to more than his fair share of scrapes and bruises. Y/N was always there, her first aid kit at the ready, her gentle chiding mingling with Lev’s sheepish apologies. “You’re like a guardian angel,” he’d say, and she’d roll her eyes but smile all the same while she patched up another scrape. Her gentle scolding about being careful was something he secretly looked forward to.

Morisuke Yaku, the team’s rock, appreciated Y/N’s quiet strength. Her meticulous records helped him track his progress, and her motivational words before matches always seemed to strike the right chord, pushing him to dive deeper and reach further.

Taketora Yamamoto, would often find himself pouring out his heart to Y/N, her easy manner inviting confidences. She listened with an open heart, her advice always practical yet kind. She reminded him that fire needed air to burn bright, a lesson he took to heart both on and off the court.

Nobuyuki Kai, the vice-captain, saw Y/N as the glue that held the team together. Her organizational skills ensured that every practice ran smoothly, and her ability to juggle responsibilities was nothing short of miraculous.

Shouhei Fukunaga, ever the quiet observer, found a kindred spirit in Y/N. Their conversations were often just shared glances and knowing smiles, but the understanding between them ran deep. He enjoyed the quiet moments he shared with her, often helping her collect the volleyballs after practice. Her soft-spoken advice resonated with him, teaching him that strength didn’t always have to be loud.

Sō Inuoka, loved Y/N’s encouraging pep talks. Her pep talks were the fuel to his fire, her words igniting a passion for the game that he channeled into every leap and dive. 

Coach Yasufumi Nekomata, saw Y/N as a rare gem, her dedication to the team’s well-being reminding him of the true spirit of the sport. Their discussions on strategy and player development were highlights of his day, her insights often illuminating paths he hadn’t considered. 

Despite her involvement in other clubs and her tendency to stretch herself thin, Y/N never let it show. The team knew, though. They saw the exhaustion hidden behind her smile and the way her eyes would sometimes flutter shut during long strategy meetings.

It was during one such after school practice that Y/N’s head began to nod, her pen slipping from her fingers. Kenma was the first to notice, gently propping her up with a cushion. Kuroo signaling for a break, Lev draping a jacket over her like a blanket. Yaku adjusted the air conditioning to ensure she was comfortable, and Yamamoto stood guard, ensuring no one disturbed her rest. As Y/N slept, the team exchanged looks of silent agreement. They would finish practice early today. It was their turn to take care of the person who always took care of them.

When Y/N awoke, she found herself surrounded by her team, their practice finished, each face wearing a soft smile. “We’ve got it from here,” Kuroo said, handing her a bottle of water. “You’ve done enough for today.” Her heart swelled with affection for these boys, her team.  Kai  “You take care of us; now let us take care of you.” They were more than just players she managed; they were her family. And as they walked out of the gym together, she knew that together, they were unstoppable.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Karasuno, Nekoma and Seijoh:

Miss Manager and the Mystery Man

Karasuno x Fem! manager; Nekoma x Fem! manager; Seijoh x Fem! manager

Warnings: jealousy, mostly fluff

AN: this is a request, I kept it kind of generic and mostly platonic

Karasuno

Most chaotic reaction goes to Karasuno 🏆

It happens at nationals

The team is brimming with excitement and nervousness as they prepare to take on Inarizaki

You, on the other hand, are relatively calm

You know your boys and how talented each and every one of them is

There’s no doubt in your mind that they will win

While they stretch, you mindlessly jot down things to remember, stats you want to collect

“YN is that you?” A voice rings from behind you as you turn to see your cousin standing right there

“Omg hi!! It’s so good to see you!” You bellow in excitement as you quickly leap into his arms from a big hug

The team is watching, utterly confused

Why are you hugging this person? Why is this person a man??

They instantly go on guard

Tanaka and Noya are growling low

Suga and Enoshita watch with narrowed eyes

Kageyama isn’t even paying attention let’s be real 😅

Asahi is concerned

Kiyoko is all smiles because she knows who the man is and is happy for you

Hinata looks confused, as does the rest of the team

Daichi narrows his eyes, but decides to approach

“Uhh hey YN, who is this?” He questions, guard up but still giving the stranger the benefit of doubt

Of course, that is before Hinata jumps in and says

“Is this your boyfriend Yn??” He screeches as the entire team stops

Some hold their breath, others just stand there

And some, well some freak out

“Who the heck do you think you are city boy??” Tanaka provinces, getting right into said city boys name

“Some guy who apparently thinks he’s good enough for OUR YN!” Noya shouts, only encouraging Tanaka

Poor Yachi is standing there, no idea how to react

You just stand there, rolling your eyes because of course this is the conclusion they would come too 🙄

You quickly stand in front of your cousin, pushing the two one brained celled teammates back

“This is my cousin! He lives far away and I don’t get to see him often!” You shout

The team instantly relaxes

Daichi quickly grabs Tanaka and Noya, whose mouths gape at the realization and apologizes

“Sorry about this,” he says to you and your cousin

Your poor cousin is probably scared for life 😂

But deep down you don’t mind, you know the team love and care for you

Nekoma

Chillest team? Definitely not 😂

Today was a beautiful day for a run

Of course, your enthusiasm wasn’t shared by all teammates involved

See example 👉🏻 Kenma

But nevertheless the team needed to work on their endurance

Normally you wouldn’t go with them, opting to stay behind and fill water bottles or chat with the coaches

But lev and Yamamoto had been begging you to go so you figured why not

You didn’t exactly hate running (only god knows why) so you thought it would be a great team bonding activity

Per the usual Yamamoto is leading the pack, followed behind Kuroo and Yaku who are silently racing

Kai, Fukunaga, Lev and Inuoka trail behind

And last but certainly not least, is you and Kenma

While you and Kenma run, you talk a little but mostly Kenma tries not to die

Then you see him

As he approaches, you make sure it’s actually him before freaking out

“Omg Hi!” You screech, as Kenma looks from you to the mystery man who is now stopping and smiling back at you

“Hey YN, how are you?” He asks as Kenma continues to stare, taking advantage of the break but still wondering who this man is

Could it be your boyfriend?

By now the rest of the team has stopped and are quietly observing

No one does anything yet, at least not until the mystery man goes in for the hug

“Whoa whoa who the heck do you think you are?” Yamamoto quickly jumps in, halting the man’s movements

“Excuse me?” The man says before stopping and looking at you like you can control these guys 🙄

Then Kuroo and Yaku step up to the plate 🙄 because why not

“This is our manage dude, better back off!” Yaku snarls as Kuroo just smirks

“Yaku don’t be mean to the man, not like he has anything remotely close on us,” Kuroo sneers as the man looks so utterly confused

Kenma is definitely recording this whole thing because he knows something’s up

You just stand there unimpressed

“Guys will you knock it off! This is just my cousin! He lives here but I don’t see him much because he’s in college!” You shout as all the guys freeze

“Cousin??” Some say

“In college?” Others chime

“I’m so sorry about them,” you apologize, “they all share a braincell and it seems it’s not made an appearance yet today!”

Your cousin looks from you to them before speaking, “it was nice to see you Yn, I gotta head out.”

Your cousin quickly jogs away before he has to deal with anymore crap

“Do you guys have one ounce of chill in you?” You grind out

“Sorry YN,” they all say in unison

But you can’t be mad at them for long and soon you are back enjoying your run with your boys

Seijoh

Definitely the most jealous

It’s the interhigh tournament and you are busy filling water bottles for the team

Usually one of the boys would accompany you but coach needed them for a quick meeting

And your an independent woman, you can handle yourself

As you fill, someone comes besides you and taps your shoulder

“Hey Yn, long time no see!” The guy says as your face lights up and you hug him with all your might

You haven’t seen your cousin in ages, despite living in the same prefecture

“Hey how is it going? I see your team made it to interhighs. Congrats!” You say as you carry on a nice a sweet conversation

But that’s not what it looks like from afar

Because you see, a certain second year setter spots you and quickly runs to tattle on you for having any contact with boys outside the team 🙄

“Some guy is hitting on Yn!” Yahaba screams at the team as Makki, Mattsun, Iwaizumi and Oikawa RUN towards you

Mad dog, Watari, Kindaichi and Kunimi are calm about it but still head out to see what’s happening

Before you know it, your engulfed in a squeezing hug by Oikawa who is glaring at your cousin

“My YN back off!” He shouts as Iwaizumi smacks him upside the head

“What are you doing with our YN?” Makki probes as your cousin seems to be completely and utterly confused

“Umm I was just talking with her,” he says as you try and wiggle out of the caged arms of Oikawa

“Just talking?” Mattsun glares as you quickly make your way through the tall players

“He’s my cousin!” You shout as Mattsun, Makki, Iwa and Oikawa all go stiff

In unison they all say, “cousin??” And look back and forth from you to your cousin

“Yes and I was just talking with him about you guys!”

“Awe you were talking about me YN-Chan??” Oikawa squeals as Iwa again smacks him

“I’m so sorry about them,” you say before budding yourself cousin farewell and pushing the team away

“Sorry YN,” they bellow in unison again as you roll your eyes

Try not to be too mad at them Yn 😂

[k0zumine]

Kenma Kozume x Fem! Reader

when you’re jealous!

Kenma sighed at his rejected attempt to hold your hand as you yanked your hand away from his with a frown. You were in one of your bad moods again, this time you were mad at him for reasons he wasn’t sure of.

You were both coming back from a date, he’d taken you out for a meal as it hit your 6 month anniversary today. As you were both in high school the meal wasn't some fancy 5-star restaurant but it wasn't McDonalds either, and Kenma knew you weren't bothered by that as well. So as he rolled his eyes stuffing his hands in his trouser pockets trying to contain his frustration he thought back to the date thinking back to anything he might have done wrong to upset you, he couldn’t think of anything.

“What’s the matter hm?” he asked looking towards you.

“m’fine” you mumble his irritation growing at your stubbornness.

“having a hard time believing that” he scoffed making you glare at him.

“why are you mad at me? did I do something wrong?” he continued to look at you, it was pretty hard to stay mad at you as you wore that pretty little dress that compliments your body perfectly with his black blazer draped around your shoulders.

Yes, Kenma wore a suit, just for you, he’d never wear something like that but this was a special occasion and he wanted to impress you, he even tied his hair up in a neat bun. If anyone else saw him like this he was pretty sure he’d want to kill himself.

“Who said I was mad at you?” you grumbled quickening your pace, which was quite difficult when you’re wearing heels.

Kenma's jaw clenched as you continued to be stubborn pacing ahead of him, with a frustrated sigh he caught up to you gently holding your wrist. He pulled you into him holding your waist. “Don’t walk away when I’m trying to have a conversation with you please and I’m not letting you go home from our date upset okay? So I’m sorry for what I’ve done” He told you one arm wrapped around your waist the other lifting up your chin so you’d maintain eye contact with him.

“Do you even know what you’re sorry for?” You glared at him your eyebrows furrowing.

“No bu-“

“Then you’re not sorry!”

“Baby can you please just tell me? I want to make this night perfect for you..”

“Well, you kinda already ruined that idea when you let that waitress flirt with you.” You spat back. Kenma's face was full of confusion wondering what on earth you were talking about.

“I’m confused…why would she flirt with me”

“She was literally flirting with you, Ken! That free drink, only talking to you, even complimenting you!! She’s in our year I know she has a crush on you!” You were getting more upset by the minute at his oblivious attitude.

“She wasn’t flirting with me…she was just being kind” Kenma explained completely confused as to why you were getting upset. As you heard him trying to justify the waitress's actions you pried his hand away from his waist and continued to walk back to your house.

Kenma's jaw clenched as he once again grabbed your wrist “I told you to stop walking away from me when I’m talking to you” he told you his patience running thin.

“And I don’t want to talk to someone who lets other girls flirt with him when he clearly has a girlfriend!”

“I’m sorry okay? I didn’t know she was flirting with me, I wasn’t even paying attention to what she was doing I was too busy focusing on you”

“Yeah yeah whatever..” you pout looking avoiding eye contact.

“Can you stop being so stubborn now? You know you’re the only one I have eyes for” He sighed grabbing your chin and leaning in to peck your lips.

“Still don’t like how she flirted with you whilst I was right there…I swear if I see her at school on Monday I’m gonna-“

“Do nothing, you’re not going to get into a fight or an argument okay? If she does it again I’ll tell her to stop.” Raising his eyebrows waiting for you to agree.

“Fine…” you mumbled, Kenma interlocked fingers with yours and continued walking to your house, or so you thought until he walked right past it.

“Uh, you just walked past my house…”

“I know we’re going to my house”

“But I have to go home my parents are expecting me back”

“Yeah, I messaged your mother asking if it was okay to keep you for a few more hours…I can’t let you go home feeling upset, I’d be a bad boyfriend if I did that.” He explained offering you a small smile as you both walked a little further to his house.

As you got to his house Kenma helped take your heels off, you walked into the kitchen saying hi to his mother whilst she bombarded you with questions asking if your date went well and if Kenma treated you well.

“He did but the waitress was flirting with him…” you sigh.

“Oh honey, did he tell her to stop or anything?” She asked.

“No…he didn’t even realise that she was flirting with him” you pout as she brought you into a hug.

“I’m sorry he didn’t do anything but you know how Kenmas like he’s completely oblivious to that kind of stuff, I was even surprised when he told me you guys were in a relationship..surprised he had the guts to ask you out” She chuckled, after another 5 minutes of conversation with the woman she let you go up to Kenmas room.

You opened the to see Kenma sprawled across his bed swiping away on his phone, his hair no longer in that bun, a few of his top buttons undone. “Hi Ken,” you say seeing him glance up at you with a soft smile, you hop on the bed and crawl towards his side laying your head on his shoulder and watching as he scrolled through TikTok.

“You feelin' a bit better after your chat?” He asks stroking your hair and twirling it in his fingers.

“mhm..sorry for overreacting” you mumble watching the cat video that had just appeared on his for you page.

“tis fine m’sorry for not realising what she was doing…I’ll do better next time” he sighed.

“You look so beautiful in that dress if I haven’t mentioned it before” He continues.

“Don’t worry you’ve said it over 10 times today Ken, you look so handsome with that suit you should wear things like that more often” You smile.

“Ha no m’only doin' this for you” He rolled his eyes.

The rest of the night consisted of you cuddling and watching tiktoks, Kenma constantly asking if you were okay pressing kisses to your face. He knew how to lift your spirit up he knew everything about you that’s why you love him.

[romaevelizz]

Crush Culture˖ ࣪⊹

K. TSUKISHIMA x BLACKFem!reader ˖ ࣪⊹

Sum: Tsukishima never found himself interested in girls even though he’s had many confess to him over the years he hated it. Hated how liking someone or having a crush on someone was so important as a teenager. ‘Do you have a girlfriend yet?’ The same question over and over or ‘who do you like? Is it’s her?’ A type of culture that surrounded teenagers how dreadful.. but maybe not as bad as he made it out to be..

Warnings: reader will have the last name Maverick! slow-ish burn, aggressive flirting, cursing, reader is HEAVILY black coded, suggestive moments, fluff, jealousy, older!reader, she/her pronouns. Outrageous jokes idk how to explain kys, nsfw, uhh down right hater vibes, idek chat! Kinda oc reader apologies! ! Mentions of past relationships, maybe more, I will probably not update this regularly please forgive me😞, mentions of suggestive themes (bc I’m writing teenagers as a teenager! Hormones exist) no actual yk smut ofc!

.˚₊‧ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ‧₊˚.

I. nervous.

II. spill my guts.

III. bloodrushing.

IV. just open your mind.

V. Idk if I’ll see you again..

Vl. love lies.

VII. warmth.

[treufurz]

first hug with the nekoma members

I happened to do some research and apparently it’s considered rude in Japan to hug people :’) and it’s something usually only couples do, so why not write some first hug prompts with my fav team, yay! i always see first kiss but my touch starved ass believes in hug supremacy 

type: fluff, gn!reader (implied female at yamamotos) x nekoma boys (unfortunately no teshiro)

warnings: none! maybe yamamoto being silly 🤗 also lowercase intended, not proof read so sorry for any typos !! 

summary: you hugging your friend (who happens to have a crush on you) for the first time!

#1 TETSURŌ KUROO

when you approached the captain after practice, he wasn’t surprised. you guys would often walk to the train station together with kenma, so he assumed this was the case. “hey! finished everything up already?” you chirped, arriving in front of him and smiling. he nodded, gesturing at his bag and humming. “kenma’s still getting changed.” taking the chance of him extending his arm, you slipped below and pressed your body against his chest. he froze up for a second, about to hug you back until you had already slipped away from his touch. he beat himself up about it later </3

#2 NOBUYUKI KAI

“need some help?” his voice echoed in your ears and you spun around in surprise. “ah, kai! good morning! yes, i’d appreciate that.” you had been trying to build up the net for practice and kai had luckily arrived shortly after you. he fixed your mistake with ease, finishing it up faster than you expected. “all done.” he spoke, giving you a thumbs up. you hesitated, but gave him a quick hug that was extended by kai tightning his grip around you and patting your back a few times, before finally releasing you. in the end, you were more flustered about it than him.

#3 MORISUKE YAKU

“y’know, yaku, i think you’re a bit harsh on lev sometimes.” you spoke, facing the 3rd year. he stayed silent for a second, before speaking. “he deserves it.” before he was able to move on, you continued. “i don’t think you’re that short though, yakkun. it’s great for hugging!” a light red hue spread along his cheeks, him turning away from you. that was, until he felt your arms wrap around his body and he completely froze up, somehow being able to reciprocate your touch. “see?” 

#4 TAKETORA YAMAMOTO

it’s no secret that yamamoto was scared to talk to girls, but you wanted to change that. when you found out why he was avoiding you, you did your best on befriending him and somehow managed to do it after two weeks of being the manager. yamamoto had insisted on walking you home, so you complied after his constant begging all day. arriving in front of your home, he bowed before you and wished you a good night. he started walking off until you grabbed his wrist and pulled him into your embrace. let’s just say, you broke him.

#5 KENMA KOZUME

with kenma, the hug was out of nowhere. the boys had just returned from their run (even though it was very cold outside) and most of them were warmed up, except for one certain member. he was pathetically standing next to kuroo, shaking like a madman, and you shook your head at his carelessness. you approached him, looking at him one last time before pressing your body against his in an attempt to warm him up. his cheeks heated up, but he didn’t really know what to do so he simply wrapped his free arm around you lazily, enjoying the heat. the rest of the boys couldn’t help but feel slightly jealous.

#6 SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA

when you saw shōhei getting the balls with inuoka, you just got hit with the urge randomly. he was there and you were cold, so why not? you got up from the bench, putting your notebook and pencil down and jogged over to him. he looked at you in silence, waiting for you to say something until you opened your arms and looked at him expectantly. he tried to understand what you were doing, inuoka having to come for help and pushed him forward slightly. finally getting at your idea, he shyly complied and wrapped his arms around you. when you parted, he was as red as a tomato.

#7 SŌ INUOKA

in this case, inuoka was actually the one who initiated the hug. while on a walk, he saw a couple hugging and his mind immediatly wandered to you, happy with the idea he just got. once he entered the gym building after changing into his correct attire, his eyes landed on you and he jogged over to your side, grinning at you. “ah, good morning sō! do you need something?” you smiled up at him. he nodded. “can i hug you?” he asked, you blushing a little bit at his direct behavior. “oh! sure!” you agreed, standing up and extending your arms for him. he squeezed you against him tightly, you laughing a bit at his intensity. he hugged you more often after that :)

#11 LEV HAIBA

like inuoka, he was the one that initiated the hug. since one of his parents was european, hugging was normal in his family and he just wanted to do it one day when he saw you all cuddled up in a jacket you borrowed from a friend. he thought you looked cute, so he went up to you and engulfed your body in his arms. “oi- lev?!” you exclaimed, surprised at his gesture. nonetheless he didn’t let go, and waited until you hugged him back to release his grip. 

#12 YŪKI SHIBAYAMA

“yūki, could you help me with this?” you called out, showing him a riddle on your phone. he nodded, sitting down next to you and explaining it to you, waiting until you finally understood. in that moment you were just grateful for his help, and didn’t hesitate from getting up and hugging him quickly. personally he thought it was too short, ignoring the small blush on his face at the sudden body contact. he definitely gave you multiple hints of wanting another hug after that.

[canarias-stuff]

Phases of Love / Kuroo Tetsurou X Fem!Reader - (Chapter 2)

Summary:

Tetsurou was 8 when his parents called him and his older sister, Hana, to sit at the dinner table to discuss something really important. They were serious, but it was clear that there was some sadness behind their eyes.

A divorce, they said. They were getting divorced.

Author's note: This chapter isn't long, but I feel like this chapter and the first one were to introduce the characters and the back story.

I hope that you will enjoy it!^^

This time, the chapter is from Kuroo's pov, and sometimes I will try to change povs because I think that it's interesting to see stuff from different characters views.^^

Tags: Romance; Eventual romance; Slow Burn; cross posted Ao3.

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3

Chapter 2: First Meeting

Tetsurou was 8 when his parents called him and his older sister, Hana, to sit at the dinner table to discuss something really important. They were serious, but it was clear that there was some sadness behind their eyes.

A divorce, they said. They were getting divorced.

He had a vague idea of what the word meant, he heard it once in a while on the doramas that his sister liked to watch, or read the word on the mangas and manhwas that she showed him, and everytime that the word appeared, it meant that a character would cry.

But the one who started crying first was Hana, and not their parents.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s not working anymore.”

“But we are still…friends.”

“It’s complicated.”

“We love you.”

“One day you will understand.”

“We’re sorry.”

They don’t really explain why they decided to divorce, but Tetsurou was observant for a kid his age, and he saw that the relationship between his parents became strained at some point, he just didn’t know how it would end. That’s why he probably didn’t cry like his sister, or he just couldn’t totally grasp the situation, after all he was just an eight years old kid.

However, he could comprehend that a divorce would change not only his parents' lives, but also his.

…

He wasn’t wrong.

Their parents asked them a really difficult question a few days later, probably after signing a lot of documents with a man that called himself a lawyer.

They wanted him and his sister to choose between their father and mother. Who they wanted to stay with.

They explain that usually children stay with the mother in case of divorce, but his parents wanted to give them a chance to choose, because they feel like they owe their kid this much for their selfishness.

…

Kuroo Tetsurou was eight when he moved cities together with his father to live with him and his grandparents. He leaves behind his mother and Hana, but his parents are friendly with each other (or as friendly as a divorced couple can be), so they promise to meet as much as possible for the sake of their kids. 

He leaves behind his school and friends.

He leaves the only life that he knew so far.

When he chose his father over his mother, he didn’t really think about what it really meant, but now, while setting his new room at his grandparents house, his brain finally starts catching up with the whole situation.

Summer vacation just started, he won’t be at his new school for a few weeks, he has time to get used to the neighborhood, has time to talk with his grandparents that he rarely had contact with before, has time to play…

Play with who though?

It’s not like he knew someone there.

It’s not like he had friends there.

And now that he really thinks about it, how did he make friends before?

…

Maybe his grandparents saw how anxious he became, because just two days after he arrived at his new home, he was introduced to the Kozume’s, a family that lives a couple of houses down the block, and that had a child around his age. 

Kozume Kenma, 7 years old.

Golden eyes and dark brown hair.

He looks like a cat in his opinion.

Kenma is the opposite of the kids that he used to hang out with. He is quiet, and doesn't really meet his eyes, Kenma plays video games alone in his room, and Tetsurou can’t bring himself to say something. Anything. So he decides to read mangas on the floor of Kenma’s room, because he doesn’t know how to make friends.

…

There are other children in the neighborhood, Tetsurou knows that, he saw some boys running around with balls under their arms and girls playing in the park, but he doesn’t feel comfortable going straight to them and asking to be included in their groups. He prefers Kenma’s quiet and calm company.

So he is surprised when the quiet younger boy, three weeks after he arrived in the neighborhood, asks:

“Do you…want to play something?”

Tetsurou brightened up at the question, and before Kenma could even think about taking back his words, he went back to his house, got the volleyball that was getting dust on the corner of his room, and went back to Kenma’s house.

It’s the first time that he plays the sport since arriving there, Tetsurou tries his best to teach Kenma the basics, and he is not really surprised that the younger boy is terrible with physical activities (he lost count of how many times the ball hit Kenma’s face), but he is touched that Kenma is trying for him.

He decides that day that Kenma is his new friend, and probably best friend.

…

Not that he is the right person to judge, but Tetsurou is aware that Kenma doesn’t have a lot of friends (or any), but sometimes when he is walking around the block, he can see a girl entering or leaving the Kozume family’s house.

Tetsurou wonders if the girl is a friend of Kenma, and if one day Kenma will introduce her, but it’s a fleeting thought, and he forgets about it.

Or at least, he forgets about it until he goes to Kenma’s house the next day after their first volleyball game.

“Kenma!”

He runs around the house and goes straight to the younger boy’s room, and then slams the door open.

“Kenma! Let’s play vol…” But his voice dies when (e/c) eyes stare at him, a curious expression on her features.

It’s the girl that Tetsurou saw sometimes around here. Kenma’s friend maybe?

“You must be Kuroo Tetsurou-kun!” He nodded, because he feels awkward now. Did he just interrupt their hanging out?

But the girl smiles…

“Nice to meet you! I’m (l/n) (y/n)!”

…and for some reason, Tetsurou felt warm and welcomed.

Ao3 Link

[luvchampagne]

WHOLE - k. tetsuro

summary: kuroo may be lacking and imperfect in some ways but you are there to make up for him.

pairings: kuroo tetsuro x fem! reader

a/n: this has been seating on my drafts for too long, and you can tell im loosing my brain juices at the ending. :')

kuroo tetsuro feels whole the day you entered his life. Every moment he gets he captures himself reminiscing the day how you two met. It was rather a sunny sunday and as always he spent his weekends on his grandmas house. last night he had cried himself to sleep; he had once again wondered what he did wrong for his mother to forsake him, he never truly got a proper answer no matter who he asked and he felt like he would never get one. so today, on a sunny sunday he decided to skip homework. it was unlikely of him, and he knew that all too well but something itched in him to go outside and play after that miserable evening, and there he found you. hair tied up in a pretty pony tail, dressed in floral pink dress as you drew random objects on the sidewalk. one particular thing that caught his eye is a black cat. “you forgot to drew it's whiskers.” he pointed out, he wasn't even aware that he had approach you. “oh,” and oh my god, if he knew that he had fallen inlove with those eyes of yours middle school kuroo wouldve laughed and won't believe a word. “it seems that i have, would you mind drawing it for me?” you offered him a white chalk. “im busy drawing it's food. by the way, his name is mr. cat” kuroo raised a brow at that. “mr. cat? how odd.” he could only smile at that thought as he proceeded to draw mr. cat's whiskers. so, on that day onwards kuroo tetsuro looked forward to every weekend. not only has he gained a new friend besides kenma and he had also gained a fellow friend thats actually interested in his volleyball activities. he learned that you had a crazy obsession with cartoons and like to fan girl over them, you adored taylor swift and you do seem to get along with kenma, occasionally playing video games with each other as you teamed up against kuroo and tell him that he sucks. of course he'd get pouty about it so you always promise to play volleyball with him and drag kenma along.

kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you two met again in college, unfortunately your parents had found a new job at a better neighbourhood and decided to move there. forcibly severing your contacts with your friends as you entered high school. he had saw you first in the library, hair tied once again in a high pony tail as you typed something on your laptop, your anti rad glass seating beautifully on the bridge of your nose. he remembers particularly in middle school he had told kenma how he felt about you, how his hands get clammy and a random wave of nervousness rush over him every time he gets to see you and how he feels like he's about to vomit his heart whenever you smile at him and tell him how proud you are of his volleyball accomplishments. kenma told him it was a crush and he immediately denied it. of course, middle schooler kuroo didn't care about any of that so he hadn't thought he'd grew feelings of you unconsciously. he recalls that feeling on a random sunny weekend once more when he was on his first year of high school after his friends asked (specifically yaku) if he ever had a crush. it was only then that the realization dawned on him, he liked you. he liked you and, ohmygod, kenma was right and everything's too late now and there was 1% he could actually meet you again. he remembers correctly that he felt hopeless and how dumb of him to never realized his own feelings for you. of course he mopped over that for a week, i mean sure, maybe you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings too but atleast he could've told you before you left. and he felt so stupid and dumb to deny what kenma told him 3 years ago. So, to meet you again in a random library was something he didn't expect. one thing led to another and he had approached you and thank god, you still remember him. a tiny part of him would've died in embarrassment if you did forget about him. he had guessed that if you didn't, he'd just re-introduce himself to you.

kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you drunkly confessed that you like him. of course, that wasn't his ideal way for confessing but if its you, he'd let it slide.

kuroo tetsuro feels whole when he finally get to feel your lips against his. it felt like home oh-so-warm and tasted like watermelon. he never knew that he'd obsessed over that fruit.

kuroo tetsuro feels whole when he gets home exhausted and youd always be there to engulf him in a hug, whispering “i miss you's and welcome, love.”

kuroo tetsuro feels whole when you said yes to him repeatedly on a sunny sunday under a wisteria trea. it was a three letter word but it meant the whole world to him. perhaps it wasn't sunday's that bring him luck but you. because when you had looked him in the eye when you two were seven and offered him a chalk, the day after his parents argued once more over custody, you had saved him. unconsciously.

kuroo tetsuro feels whole as he admires your sleeping face, legs tangled together under the blanket as your warmth engulf him. he can feel you starting to wake up but he can't help but stare at you longer. it was sunday again, and god knows how many times he had already hit snoozed on your alarm just to admire you further. kuroo tetsuro may not be perfect and lacking in some parts but, when he is with you he can feel as if he could conquer the whole world, because you keep him whole and he has zero plans of loosing you again.

[mrs-kodzuken]

What’s mine is yours ♡

Pairing: Sō Inuoka x fem!reader

WC: 2.1k

Genre: fluff

CW: fem!reader, fluff, bad home situation for reader, found family, inuoka has a big-ish family, mentions of yakulev relationship

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My palms grew sweaty as Inuoka once again changed the subject. I was starting to grow insecure about myself due to this silly reason.

I have always wanted to meet his family. Seeing as mine is one I'm not fond of, I was eager for his.

"(Y/n)? You're not busy this Saturday, right? Do you maybe want to go to the movies?" Sō beamed with his usual delight, awaiting for my response.

"Sure."

It's not like I'd have plans anyway. Leaving my house was all I did; if not, I'd be surrounded by my parents fighting all the time. Which wasn't the greatest sight to always see or hear.

"Great!" He cheerfully took my hand in his and started racing down the hallway with me trying to keep up.

We've been together for almost a year now, and he has such a unique personality.

However, I have started to grow used to his unusual bursts of energy.

Inuoka was definitely leading us up to the rooftop with Lev and Yaku. We'd always eat there every day, unless it rained, snowed, or the pollen was too much in the spring.

The smell of the fresh summer air filled my lungs as I felt the blazing sun beam upon us while we ate. Summer was such a good season and I loved its clear blue skies.

Once I finished my bento, I leaned on Inuoka's shoulder. He smiled warmly, wrapping his arm around me.

I watched Yaku glare at us in disgust, even though his boyfriend was literally right beside him.

"Yaku-senpai, can we?" The Russian first year was cut short as Yaku elbowed him in the ribs.

I stifled a laugh while Sō's laughter rang through the wind. Still makes my heart feel all funny.. or maybe it's heartburn from my lunch.

"Hey! It's not funny!" Lev groaned, holding his waist.

Who knew Yaku could be so violent toward his partner?

"Yeah, sure, it's not." I chuckled, grabbing my bento box and checking the time.

"Sō? It's about time we head back." I stood up, dusting myself off and being able to look over him for a couple of short seconds.

"Oh, already? Well, see you guys at practice!" Inuoka frantically waved with one hand as we started our walk back inside.

I giggled, pushing him lightly to the door. While we were walking towards our classes, I decided this would be the last time I asked.

"So, this Saturday, can we stay at your house for movies instead?" I asked him, looking down, cursing at myself for always using him as my escape.

"My place? (Y/n), I've been meaning to tell you-" My boyfriend got cut off as one of his classmates came near.

"Hey Inouka! You're going to be late if you dilly-dally!" I heard one of his classmates say to him, clapping him on the shoulder.

He nervously turned back to me and gave me a soft kiss on my forehead. Which left me with shivers and butterflies in my stomach.

"I'll tell you later, I promise." He swore, sliding his right pinky through my left one.

I nodded my head knowing he didn't ever break a promise but also wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

It was really embarrassing, even if it didn't seem like it for others, it was to me.

When he turned around I did the same, walking fast in the other direction. Since I was in class four and not one, we had different classes and they were kind of far down the hall from one another.

I felt the red flush grow onto my face as I barely made it to class on time. As I took my seat in the back and put my head down the bell rang.

What did he want to talk about? Was I being too persistent? Most likely.

He was probably fed up with it, but Sō isn't the one who usually gets mad at people. He's so sweet and kind, always thinking of others, especially me.

All kinds of questions ran through my head; I hadn't been paying attention in class.

By the time I did get out of my head, the bell rang. which signaled the end of the day. I sighed, grabbed my notebook in my hands, and walked out.

Inouka had volleyball practice today, and being the obviously kind person I am, I avoided him so he wouldn't be late.

God knows how many times he's been late to practice just because he talked to me on the way to the gym after class.

Scurrying the halls, I took a different path from our usual one just to avoid him. It did kind of hurt my own feelings that I was avoiding him.

When I realized that he hadn't followed me, so I continued my journey home. I hoped my parents weren't arguing today; the sound of yelling, door slamming, and contents being thrown about scared me.

However, that seemed like a wish that would never come true.

As I neared my beloved house, I could hear the sounds of shouting from outside. I didn't even want to go through the front door because they'd see me.

Not that it really actually mattered, but the chance of getting hit with something would increase. That incident happened two weeks ago, I had a bandage on my temple for five days.

I rounded the house, climbing on the tree near my window. It was perched near my outside balcony that I use for reading some nights.

I sneakily opening the doors and softly stepping inside. I quickly began to pack two nights worth of clothes.

Staying at (F/n)'s house would seem like the better option than staying here any day.

I grabbed my red duffle bag, courtesy of Nekoma handing them out during pep rallys, and shoved all my necessities into it.

I slung it over my shoulder and stuck a small note card on my bed, stating my whereabouts.

Not that they'd check it but just in case they do and feel tempted to call the cops to report a teenager missing.

Closing my balcony doors, I climbed down from the tree. Brushing dirt off my skirt, I made my way down a couple of neighborhoods to her house.

I walked past a house that had child bicycles all over the lawn. A couple of children were playing outside, minding their business.

It sure did look like a house that held a big family. I saw, what must've been, their mother coming outside and telling them that it's time for dinner and to wash up before.

As soon as she said that, I hurried over to (F/n)'s house because her parents had probably made dinner by now.

Pressing her doorbell, I was met with (F/n)'s dad.

"Hi Mr.(F/Ln). Would it be okay if I stayed over?" I asked, greeting the man like a close family member.

"Are they going at it again? Well, you're always welcome here. Please come in." He welcome me in with a warm but sad smile.

I smiled and took off my shoes, being brought into a hug by (F/n).

"Hey, mom just made dinner; you're hungry?" She asked, pulling me into the kitchen.

"Yeah."

I helped set the table and sat beside (F/n) as we ate dinner, telling each other about our day.

Suddenly, the conversation switched to me and my dating life. Since (F/n) and I have known each other for the longest time, I always spilled everything to her family.

"Well, he said he had to talk to me after class, but he was going to be late if I didn't go the other way." I finished up my latest news with them.

"Maybe he texted you? Have you checked your messages? But do that when dinner is over, sweetie," my friend's mom told me with a smile.

"Yes ma'am." I answered politely.

I quickly ate and then helped wash up some of the dishes while (F/n)'s got my shower ready. They always continue treating me like a guest when i'm more of a family at this point.

Walking into her room, I saw her pulling on her shirt; she must've taken a shower while I was busy.

"I'm going to go take my shower now." I grabbed my clothes from my duffel bag and headed to her bathroom.

"Wait, do you want to watch comedy or romance?" She asked, holding up two DVDs.

"(Comedy/movie)." I pointed to it, and she nodded.

I've never been fond of romantic movies, but my friend never seemed to complain about it.

Today, Sō had told me to meet at the park. I thought we were just going to go to the movie theater, but he had other plans.

"Wait, really?"

"Yeah, they're really embarrassing. That's why I didn't want you to meet them." Inouka nervously laughed and rubbed the back of his head.

"Do you want to go now or get ice cream before we head there?" I asked him. I knew he was nervous, but they can't be that bad, right?

"Ah! That sounds great!" He laughed, pulling me towards an ice cream truck he had his eye on for a while.

I ended up giving my ice cream cone to him, only because I loved the way his eyes lit up at the sight of more sweets.

We neared a house I had seen the other day, with all the bicycles around the yard. My heart kind of dropped but it was still filled with excitement.

"I'm sorry in advance." He whispered and opened the door before I could process what he said.

"Mom? Dad? I'm back!" Sō shouted, taking off his shoes, which were set by lots of other pairs with different sizes and colors.

"Oh! Did you bring your girlfriend yet? I've been dying to meet her!" I heard a lady shout from the kitchen.

Different sounds throughout the house brought me to my senses. I heard the TV on in the living room, kids playing, some even playful arguing, and small footsteps on the stairs.

It was definitely a lot to take in; I could feel Sō's eyes burning into my head as I looked around the cozy feeling house before I got greeted by a woman.

"Oh my! She's so gorgeous! What's your name, darling?" The woman I saw the other day had pulled me into a hug. I spewed out my name, which was muffled by her shoulder.

"(L/n) (Y/n). And could you please stop suffocating my girlfriend? I'd like to keep her alive." I felt him pull me back from his mother's grasp.

"Sorry, Sō, she's just so cute, and this is the first time you brought a girl home! Honey! Come meet (Y/n)!" I heard his mom yell, not in anger but in pure happiness. It was definitely a change did pace from my own house.

I was surprised by her using my first name right away. Inouka nudged my arm, causing me to snap my neck towards him.

"I'm sorry, did she make you uncomfortable? I keep telling her about how people might not like that." He groaned shamefully, and I could laugh at how cute he is.

"Sō, it's okay. This is exciting." I held his hand while he led me to the living room. I had met his mom, dad, and five siblings.

"Your siblings do have a lot of energy," I commented as I watched two small children run after each other.

"Well, when your parents are actual crackheads, then I guess you get this." He gestured to himself and his siblings.

After that, I had been spending so much time with them that I had forgotten it had gotten dark. Which concluded with me staying the night, they promised that they wouldn't mind having another child in the house.

That night changed everything; I had consistently came over and sometimes spent a whole two weeks over. My parents obviously were too busy fighting with each other to notice.

They had practically said I was their own, which Inuoka and I reframed from letting them say since we are dating.

"Play the movie." I heard the child whine as he settled on the couch.

"Okay, okay. Calm down (C/n)." I laughed and pressed play on the Disney movie we picked.

It was as if I had become a part of the Inouka family. Which was all I really wanted all along: a family.

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader Oneshots” on Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you have any requests!

the header is made by me! please like/reblog if used <3

[michiviv]

bruise | m.list | yaku morisuke

↳ in which a young (l/n) (y/n) starts shadowing the school nurse and meets the star libero. © Haikyū!! Furudate Haruichi © michiviv / suunnysyde

chapter i chapter ii chapter iii chapter iv chapter v chapter vi chapter vii chapter viii chapter ix chapter x chapter xi chapter xii chapter xiii chapter xiv chapter xv

inspired by a oneshot i read a while ago and i obsessed over the idea and made it into a fic. also on: wattpad

[maezume]

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

✩ ˛˚ . 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗟𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗢𝗙 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦 ; — which is your favorite?

─ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔

select one ; karasuno, nekoma, fukurodani, aoba josai, inarizaki high

─ 𝐉𝐔𝐉𝐔𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐍

─ 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐍

─ 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊

[your-local-simp-writers]

The Quiet Gamer and His Lively Muse

Word Count: 822

Warnings: None

Kenma Kozume x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

In the cafeteria, where students gathered in their own little cliques, the air filled with the scent of freshly baked bread and the sound of laughter. Kenma Kozume sat at their usual table, his eyes on his game console, a small smile playing on his lips as he waited for her.

She arrived like a burst of sunlight, her energy immediately drawing the eyes of their friends. “Morning, Kenma!” she greeted, her greeting becoming a familiar and endearing start to their mornings.

Kenma looked up, his smile widening. “Morning,” he replied, his voice quiet but filled with warmth. “You’re in a good mood today.”

She laughed, setting down her tray next to his. “I am! I aced that math test we studied for,” she said, her pride evident in her voice.

Their friends at the table cheered, and she beamed at them, her happiness infectious. “Thanks to Kenma’s tutoring,” she added, nudging him playfully with her shoulder.

As they settled into their breakfast, she broke off a piece of her croissant and held it out to him. “Try this,” she said, her voice soft but insistent.

Kenma accepted the bite, his eyes never leaving her face. “It’s good,” he admitted, and she grinned, pleased with his approval.

They ate in comfortable silence, the noise of the cafeteria fading into the background. She reached out to brush a crumb from his cheek, her touch gentle. Kenma’s cheeks flushed a soft pink, but he didn’t pull away.

She took care of him in ways that were subtle yet significant. Before they’d step out into the chill of the morning, she’d zip up his jacket, her fingers working the zipper with an ease that came from many mornings spent together. “Can’t have you catching a cold,” she’d say, her voice laced with concern.

Kenma, for all his quiet nature, found her clinginess endearing. It was a contrast to his own reserved personality, but it was a contrast that brought balance to his life. The volleyball team would chuckle at their interactions, teasing Kenma with a nudge or a wink. But he didn’t mind. If anything, he found comfort in their acceptance.

As they walked to class, she clung to his arm, her presence a constant source of comfort. Their friends would tease, calling out, “Kenma’s got his own personal heater!”

Kenma would only roll his eyes, but the truth was, he didn’t mind. Her energy balanced his quiet nature, and he found himself looking forward to these moments.

Throughout the day, they were a unit. She’d rest her head on his shoulder as they looked over notes, and he’d find excuses to brush his lips against her forehead or the tip of her nose, small gestures that spoke volumes. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------

As the colors of dusk settled over the city, they remained on the rooftop, the world below them a symphony of lights and shadows. She was still leaning against him, her warmth seeping into his side, and he felt a contentment that was rare in the hustle of his daily life.

“Sometimes,” she began, her voice thoughtful, “I wonder what it would be like if we’d never met. If I’d never transferred here.”

Kenma turned to look at her, his expression serious. “Don’t,” he said softly. “I don’t like thinking about that.”

She smiled, a gentle curve of her lips that held a world of meaning. “Me neither,” she admitted. “I guess I just wanted to say… I’m grateful. For you.”

He didn’t respond with words, but his hand found hers, fingers intertwining as he pulled her closer. The sky above them was now a canvas of deep blues and purples, the first stars beginning to twinkle into existence.

“You know,” Kenma said after a moment, his voice barely above a whisper, “you’ve changed a lot of things for me. Made them better.”

She rested her head back on his shoulder, her eyes closing as she savored the feeling of being there with him. “You’ve done the same for me,” she replied.

They stayed like that as the evening grew deeper, the noise of the city rising up to them. It was a reminder that life was moving on around them, but in that moment, on that rooftop, time seemed to stand still.

Eventually, they would have to go back down, to rejoin the world and all its demands. But for now, they had this peaceful interlude, this shared space where they could just be together.

As they finally stood to leave, Kenma leaned down and kissed her, a soft press of lips that was a promise of all the days to come. She responded in kind, her hands coming up to cradle his face, and when they parted, they were both smiling.

“Let’s do this again tomorrow,” she said, her voice filled with hope.

“Tomorrow,” Kenma agreed, and they walked down from the rooftop hand in hand, the night wrapping around them like a promise.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Karasuno's Manager:

Yaku Falls for Miss Manager

Yaku Morisake featuring Nekoma and Karasuno x Female Manager

Warnings: light swearing, fluff

A/N: This is an request from @lilacveiledsea!

Ahh Yn you are one lucky lady

Seriously Yaku 🥰 he’s such a sweetheart

Demon senpai to some but not to our precious Angel Yn

You unfortunately fortunately were the 2nd year manager for our lovely bby crows

Kiyoko didn’t want to leave you alone so she said you should get another manager 😂

Honestly such a caring move

And trust me, you’ll need it

Not only managing the demon first years but our feral second years as well

But it’s all good because these boys adore you so much

Your relationship was strictly platonic with all of them, despite their very visible crush on you

Honestly, you preferred someone a little more… mature?

Sure let’s go with that 😌

So before Yachi joined the crew it was just you and Kiyoko

Dream team honestly

Kiyoko dealt with all the technical things and you, well you dealt with the children

You and Daichi were a dream team

Daichi was the hard ass disciplinarian and YN was out sweet, consoling angel

“HEY DORKS CUT THAT OUT!” Daichi would scream

“Please be careful! We don’t want you to get hurt!” You’d add

It honestly was so perfect

The atmosphere around Golden week was so exciting

The boys were ready to face their unknown rivals, Nekoma

This was the first time they would be facing Nekoma so everyone was fired up

When you arrived, Kiyoko took care of monitoring the children while you began to gather the water bottles

The crew was talking with Nekoma, Daichi and Kuroo being BeStIeS 🤪

Tanaka and Yamamoto being weirdly twin like and Asahi being the scary, non-scary person scaring all the children

You noticed Suga was talking with someone who looked to be the Libero of Nekoma

You didn’t really have a chance to look at him because you were busy carrying things

BUT 👀 trust when I say he definitely saw you

The sunshine’s on your beautiful hair, you started to glow and Yaku absolutely fell in love

You smiled as Ennoshita offered to help you, Yaku becoming jealous that the smile wasn’t for him

“She’s cute right?” Suga interrupted his thoughts 🙃

“Uhh yeah, who is she?” Yaku questioned, eyes still watching you

“She’s our second year manager AND she’s single,” wing man Suga says

“Good to know,” Yaku says as you walk into the gym

Inside is when you first noticed Yaku watching you

You noticed how cute he was and you blushed when your eyes met his

Suga 👉🏻👀 📝

Kiyoko 👉🏻😐😳😏

team work makes the dream work 💅

“Hey YN why don’t you ask Nekoma if they need help with their water bottles?” Kiyoko suggests as your eyes widen

“O-ok,” you say, turning to head over to them

Nekoma watches you approach

Kuroo smirks

Yamamoto faints

And Yaku, Yaku stares 👁️👄👁️

“Hey, umm I’m YN and I was wondering if you needed help with the water bottles?” You as ask Coach Nekomata nodded and thanked you

Inuoka was just about to ask if you needed help when Yaku spoke up

“ILL HELP!” He may have yelled a little louder

Kai and Kenma 👉🏻👀👀

Kuroo 👉🏻🤨😏

You 👉🏻😳 ok-

Please he was so cute!

“Here let me carry those for you,” Yaku says as you nod

Kiyoko, Suga and Kai 👉🏻😍😍😍

“Is it just me or is Nekoma’s Libero hitting on Yn?” Daichi asks

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻🔥👄🔥

Meanwhile-

“Thank you so much for helping me,” you blush as you continue to fill water bottles

“Call me Morisuke please,” Yaku says with a smile

“Thank you Mori,” you say

Yaku dies 😫

As you walk back to the gym, you enter and EVERYONE is looking at you

“Uhh what happened?” You ask Yaku

Yaku 👉🏻😐😑

Please he knows what’s going on

“It’s nothing Yn, they literally are all just sharing one braincell and it’s not functioning right now,” he says as you giggle a little

Yaku 👉🏻 💀

While you observed the game, you continued to sneak glances at Yaku

He didn’t pay much mine but again he was in the game but during timeouts 👀 Yaku would practically stare at you

You blushed as Tanaka and Noya growled

“Knock it off!” You said smacking their heads, “don’t ruin this for me!”

The team 👉🏻😐😳

“Dang Yn and Daichi did a switch,” Yamaguchi said as Tsukki nodded

After the game, Suga and Yaku talked while Noya stared at Yaku

“You are an excellent Libero, even if you are annoying when you stare at OUR Yn,” he says as he runs away

“Ignore him! YN doesn’t belong to anyone,” Suga adds

Yaku nods as he looks over to you as you help clean up

As the boys are prepared to leave, Yaku says ‘it’s now or never’

He runs to you, as you stop and stare

“YN can I have you phone number?” Yaku asks as you smile and nod

“I’d like that!”

Yaku literally swoons as you type your number into his phone

“I’ll text you later!” Yaku yells as he runs back to the team and waves to you

Suga and Kiyoko 👉🏻🥹 our baby is growing up

You smile ad you walk back to your team who are all watching you

“Please don’t make this weird?” You groan as you get on the bus and the team follows asking you a million question

What you don’t realize is Yaku is going through the same thing

Yet he doesn’t regret getting your number, quickly going to text you

“Hey Yn it’s Mori 🙂”

[satorisoup]

⌗ 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 .ᐣ ⁝ ( ᰔ )

— tetsuro kuroo

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ﾉ mechanic!kuroo. fluff. petnames ( sweetheart, girl ).

𝐖𝐂 ﾉ 1096

of course. of course your car decides fizzle out into broken sounds of rusty engines when you’re on your way to an extremely important interview. oh, but that’s just your luck.

it was inevitable, really. you should’ve known that your car would give out on you as soon as you heard its slight struggle to turn on this morning, a faint clicking noise when you had put the key in the ignition.

dressed to impress in your recently ironed button up and steamed slacks, you fret to bang your head on the steering wheel at the smell of old car oil. the summer heat was not doing you favors when you stepped out to take a look, beaming down on you in a heated mockery. you can practically see your new job opportunity flash away before your eyes as you notice the steam that rises from the hood of your car, cursing to yourself under your breath as you dial up the number of what could’ve been your new boss.

“ need a hand ? ”

there’s a pause in your actions as you turn to the source of the rhetorical question, and you’re pleasantly surprised to see a rather handsome man who stands in front of his car door.

“ if you could manage to salvage my interview instead, i’d take all the help i could get ”

the man chuckles at your disheartened words, walking toward your car with a tool box in hand.

“ unfortunately im just a mechanic, so i can’t help you with that. but hey, duty calls right ? ”

you honestly couldn’t tell whether to call this situation lucky or unlucky. your car broke down, but a mechanic who just so happens to have a daringly attractive face stops to help you. could you complain ?

you admire the man who pops your hood open, tight fitted t-shirt and lazily strewn overalls that fall over his workboots in a denim curtain. his hair is a shiny black, hanging over his eyes as his forehead sheens with a dull sweat from the hot sun.

he inspects your car with his calloused hands that over time dirty up from the oilish debris, pulling and twisting at the foreign car parts with vein popped arms. you’re staring, and maybe it’s the heat outside that’s making you crazy, but this man had to be an angel sent from heaven with how incredibly beautiful he looked, even while wearing dirtied up overalls.

“ hey, girl. might just be my head talking, but it looks like you haven’t gotten your oil changed since the stone age. ”

he pulls the dipstick out to show you, and it indeed was incredibly low and colored with a tarish black. that’s when you realize that you in fact dont even remember the last time you had been to the shop to keep your car in check. how embarrassing.

“ i hate to say your assumption is probably right… that’s so humiliating ! i’ve been so busy trying to find a job and getting my life back on track i didn’t even think to have it checked. im so sorry ! ” you ramble in embarrassment, face feeling hot in your hands at the discovery that you might just be a complete idiot.

“ no need to get so worked up, sweetheart. luckily, you ran into a mechanic. sit tight. ”

you watch as he steps aside to his car, retrieving a jug of what seems to be car oil and a bucket.

the man slips under your car, working what you believe in your heart is mechanical magic, pacing around as you realize the clock as already struck 11:45, you missed your interview. you feel as though you’re in a disney movie, playing as cinderella with your carriage falling apart before you make it to the ball.

the man scooches his way out from under your car to pop open the lid of a brand new oil jug, pouring it down into the oil pan, and you realize that throughout your series of unfortunate events, you’ve barely said a word to this kind stranger.

“ i forgot to ask, what’s your name ? ”

his head cocks to the side as he continues to pour the jug, strokes of motor oil smudged onto his cheekbone and staining his clothes.

“ tetsuro, kuroo. or, you could just call me your life saving mechanic, because your car’s all fixed. ”

your face lightens up when he tells you the good news, which is something you never thought you’d hear on such a disaster of a day like this one. he turns on your car for a final check, no annoying clicking noises along with the smoothest sounding start up you think you’d ever heard.

“ thank you ! oh god, thank you so much ! you don’t understand the day i’ve had, you seriously just saved me. ”

“ happy to help a damsel in distress. but, maybe change your oil more often, yeah ? your car might explode next time. ”

your face drops in fear at the thought of your car catching on fire due to your scatter brain, and kuroo laughs at the worry written on your features.

“ i’m joking, don’t worry your pretty little head. sorry i couldn’t get you to your interview, though.”

relief washes over you as he confirms your car wouldn’t explode, and you move yourself to give an appreciative bow to kuroo.

“ thank you so much again. please, how can i repay you ? i dont know if i have cash on me… ”

kuroo’s hand raises as he waves in dismissal, a sly, handsome grin covering his muddied face.

“ no need to repay me. it’s my pleasure to help a sweet girl like you, it’s my job after all. ”

“ thank you… but i insist ! it’s so hot out, and you got all dirty just because i decided to be forgetful. ”

kuroo thinks for a moment, but in his mind he didn’t even have to reflect on it. he knew what he wanted to ask since the moment he stepped out of his vehicle to find you on the verge of tears by the side of the road.

“ well, if you insist… i wouldn’t mind a date with you. is that negotiable, sweetheart ? ”

you may feel like cinderella, but at the end of the day, you managed to score a hot date with the mechanic prince.

oh, but that’s just your luck.

© satorisoup ── do not copy, repost, plagiarize, or feed any of my work into ai 🍓

[kissatsumu]

OMFGGG I LOVE YOUR WRITTTING SM could you possibly write timeskip osamu, atsumu and kuroo dating a female pro volleyball player (who they met in high school) thanky ou so much <333

hq!! charcters x fem!volleyball player

characters: (timeskip) osamu, atsumu, kuroo, yachi

genre: fluff, dating headcanons, sfw, fem reader

notes: i added my girl yachi sorry i love her!

@fayeraa (tagging you bc you asked me to!!)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MIYA OSAMU

you met osamu while your team was visiting inarizaki to have a practice match with inarizaki’s girls volleyball team. he remembers meeting you in the hallways before your team was getting ready to leave and you two immediately hit it off <3

you exchanged numbers and despite the struggle of dating someone from a different school, you two stayed together ever since

as someone who decided to not continue volleyball after high school, he’s very proud of you for pursuing a professional volleyball career

in the window of his onigiri shop, he has a poster of whatever team you play on

being his girlfriend comes with the perks of osamu cooking for you <3 makes you something to eat as soon as you get home. (his love language is acts of service he just wants to take care of you!!)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ KUROO TETSURO

you met kuroo because you two sat next to each other in class. he had the biggest crush on you and finding out you also played volleyball he knew he had to ask you out as soon as possible!!!

so you’ve been dating since your time at nekoma. although kuroo didn’t keep playing volleyball after high school, he’s literally your biggest supporter. also working in the sports industry makes you two even closer

he admires your strength and talent so much

he begs to play volleyball with you!!!

“are you sure tetsuro? you haven’t played volleyball in awhile.” “nah, i’ll be fine. don’t go easy on me, okay princess?” (he gets hit in the face by the ball while trying to block you)

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ YACHI HITOKA

yachi met you during her second year at karasuno. as the manager of the boys volleyball team she’s bound to run into the girls volleyball team (which you were on) quite a bit.

she had the biggest crush on you!! always walking by the gym to see you and your team practicing. but sparks fly after formally meeting :)

she’s sooo supportive about you going pro. volleyball had been a big part of both of you two’s high school lives and she’s proud of you

tries to go to all your games if she isn’t busy at work n wears your jersey !!

when she comes home from work and you come home from practice, she loves having time in the evening with you to cook dinner together and relax before bedtime.

domestic sapphic life with yachi <33

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ MIYA ATSUMU

he met you in high school as you were on the inarizaki’s girls volleyball team. he had tons of girls fawning over him but he noticed you and was head over heels for you after seeing you play

despite having busy schedules as both being professional athletes, he always makes time for you

he does not shut up about you especially in interviews. he just wants to brag about you and how he has a girlfriend who matches his talent

his interviews are like “Your serves seem so tough to receive, it’s amazing.” “Yeah well you should see my girlfriend’s serves”

“Miya, how do you plan to celebrate your win” “I’m going home to my girlfriend”

istg on his professional account he posts more about your team than msby jackals (his manager tells him that he has to shut up)

[smwhererealistic]

can I request a Kenma x reader fic? What would be kenma's reaction the reader cheers for other members/group? Thank you!! Love you fics <3

cheerleader gf cheering for someone else

---

kenma always felt tired, introverted during games; but he always tries his best. his biggest fear is what others think of him, he can't help it though. during games he felt unmotivated at times, but it changed when he finally confessed his feelings for you at the start of second year due to the team and kuroo's nagging self.

according to his best friend's words, he finally ''snagged the girl of his dreams''. every match, if he ever needs to, takes a quick glance at his girlfriend cheering for him (the team) by the side.

when people started to realise the quiet gamer setter was dating the perky cheerleader. it was no better than yamamoto whining about how kenma got a girlfriend before him and yaku's teasing.

he didn't mind it though other than showing his flustered face everytime. he loved you and you were his personal cheerleader when he was down.

however, now he watched by the side, the aoba johsai match against fukorodani. you were cheering for oikawa (THE TEAM) , the male lead of almost all the female's eyes. it didn't help that you were from that school too, so he couldn't really know what happens.

he met you at the first practice match of seijoh and nekoma. you found him sitting outside during break time, playing animal crossing as his switch got taken away by the bedheaded male since the match was starting again.

you glanced at him and reached into your bag as you silently left the gym and handed it to the shocked guy. your switch was already turned on and ready to play even if there was 5 minutes left.

''you can return it later,'' you said and walked back in as he fiddled with the cat charm on it. that's how you two met, and got closer after.

he would text you in class secretly when he felt low on energy so he could get to read your comforting words. the match soon ended, with aoba johsai losing by two points.

he smirked mentally as the captain of seijoh cheered his teammates up. it immediately turned into a frown, physically, as he walked over to you and hugged you dramatically as you complained about his sweaty self.

''looks like yn might switch sides-'' lev said out loud unintentionally as yaku nudged him. kuroo tried to ease the tension as he patted kenma's back and turned to his team to get ready for their match in 10 minutes.

kenma stood up quietly as he snuck out, and to the designated locker rooms which you saw.

---

kenma didn't know why he left, it's not like he even had anything to distract himself with since his switch got taken away...but, he just waited.

then, the door opens as he sees you enter.

''what's wrong, kenma..?'' i walked towards the male sitting on the floor, against a locker as i approached and stood before him.

i reached from my pockets and took out a switch as i handed it to him and sat beside the now flustered guy.

''nothing..'' he mutters and immediately starts a game. you continued to sit beside him, watching as he occasionally fiddles with the cat charm while playing.

we both sat in silence as we heard the announcer's voice, informing them of the 3 minutes left. thinking his team might be stressed, you gently took the switch and patted his head as he groaned softly and stood up.

you pulled him out of the locker room, hand in hand as we walked back to the gym, muttering motivational words to him as he kept silent.

''yn...who is oikawa to you?'' he asks softly, his hair hiding his face.

''my cousin???'' he froze in his steps.

''oh.''

---

sorry for postponing this request for so long!!

[seijorhi]

invidia ii

a (very belated) christmas present for my beloved wife @iwaasfairy who has, for two years straight, begged me for more shinnosuke content. i hope you like it bby! kuroo tetsurou x female reader, kuroo shinnosuke (oc) x female reader part i w.c 3.1k tw: noncon/dubcon, slight daddy kink, (forced) infidelity, yandere themes, nsfw, smut, age gap, i guess hints of breeding kink, dilf kuroo

“Why did your parents split up?”

Mid-way through pulling on a pair of old, grey sweatpants, mopping at beads of water from his shower still rolling down his bare chest, Shinnosuke throws you a curious look, but shrugs easily enough.

“They weren’t ever really ‘together’ to begin with. They tried the whole co-parenting thing to start with but mom… they never loved each other. Hell, I don’t even think they liked each other most of the time beyond–” he breaks off, his nose wrinkling in distaste. It almost makes you laugh. “Anyway, dad always said she had one foot out the door from the start. Dad was the one who stuck around to raise me.” There’s no animosity in his tone, he says it like it’s the simple truth. You’ve never met the woman, never having shown up to any of the Nekoma games, his graduation, any of it. You’ve seen a picture or two, overheard the odd phone call, but for as long as you’ve known him, the only real parent in Shin’s life has always been his dad.

If there’s anyone he idolises, it’s his father.

 Which is why the words that he says next – casting aside the damp towel in the general direction of the laundry basket (boys) and sauntering on over to join you in bed – take you entirely by surprise. “We’ll go visit her in Golden Week. I want her to meet you.”

And again, the words are just that; words. Shin kisses you, a sweet peck on your lips, and wastes no time in scooping you back into his arms and settling back with a contented sigh. They’re just words, but there’s this look in his eyes when he says it that makes you think he means something more. 

Your stomach flutters.

—

‘You really wanna break his heart like that, kitten?’

—

“Still not feeling any better?” Shin asks, brushing your hair back to feel your forehead. The beginnings of a frown start to take shape, teeth gently burrowing into his bottom lip, but he straightens and sighs, and that hint of discontent smoothes over like it had never existed in the first place. He strokes your hair again and offers a small, sympathetic smile. “No temperature, that’s gotta be a good sign, right?”

You’re a coward.

“It’s not my head, I just…” don’t have any visible, plausible symptoms for the fake illness that’s currently keeping you curled up in Shin’s bed. Away from the creep who’d smiled and fucking winked at you Christmas morning. “I just feel off.”

“Poor baby,” he coos, laughing when your face screws up and you swat at him.

Right now, swaddled in his hoodie, his fingers carding through your hair and that stupid, impish, almost believable grin beaming down at you, you want to forget. To pretend. 

Because there’s a pit in your stomach. A bitter, gnarled, seething mass. This moment right now, in Shin’s bed, it’s like glass, paper thin and already cracked, it can’t possibly last, and yet you’re clinging to it so desperately, head buried in the sand, willing yourself to pretend, from one heartbeat to the next, that what’s happened won’t break the two of you. 

That your stomach doesn’t threaten to upend when you catch sight of those hazel eyes peering down at you – the same shape and shade as his father’s.

You shudder out a breath, and what little levity there was between you two gets sucked out with it. Shin’s expression gutters.

Yeah. 

His fingers don’t leave your hair, though. Playing idly with the strands as though the suffocating tension in the room doesn’t exist at all. “Dad’s taking us out to dinner tonight,” he tells you. Reminds you, because you knew all of this beforehand. Everything but the party. “Do you want me to run by the pharmacy to get you something?”

Another tap at the fractured glass. 

That’s Shinnosuke all over, isn’t it? You might’ve been the manager back in the day, but it was always Shin who kept an eye on his team, on you, to make sure everyone was good. 

“No,” you shake your head. “I’ll–” the words get stuck in your throat. “I’ll see how I feel in an hour or so. ‘m still a little tired.” 

“You want some tea, sweetheart?”

‘Shh, sweetheart, you gotta keep it down.’

A cold sweat breaks out on the nape of your neck. No. No, no, no, no–

“Baby?”

You flinch like he’s slapped you, jerking away from the hand he’s wound in your hair. The startled look he shoots you borders on wounded, but you’re already squirming towards the edge of the bed, stumbling to your feet like a newborn foal. “Bathroom,” you manage to eke out, your voice sounding far too strangled and hoarse to pass as anywhere near the realm of fine. 

Shin doesn’t follow, doesn’t so much as utter a word – all kicked puppy confused – as you throw the door closed behind you and collapse back against it, a sweaty, ashen mess. 

He usually calls you love. Baby. Princess when he’s being a little shit. 

Sweetheart’s a rare one. 

Your heart races, a runaway train pounding in your chest. His eyes, his touch, sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart.

Another shuddering breath in. Out. 

Fuck. 

There’s a knock – not at the ensuite door, the sound’s too muffled for that, and you didn’t hear Shin’s footsteps (though you’re not sure you would, over the pounding in your ribs) meaning that the knocking’s at his door. 

There’s only one other occupant in the house. Though you try your damndest to fight it, there’s no stopping the wave of panic that stabs through you. Shin’s door creaks open, soft voices barely creeping through the gap in the door, and your fingers go rigid, nails clawing at the black and white flooring as though you can ground yourself by breaking through it instead. 

You don’t realise you’re crying.

Not until the droplets splatter on the tiles by your feet.

—

You should’ve left days ago.

After Christmas, when you’d ducked out from under Shin’s arm and lurched for the nearest bathroom, when it’d finally clicked for him that you violently hurling your guts up wasn’t the result of a simple hangover, you’d tried. Short of admitting the truth – and swinging a bat at the bees’ nest – convincing Shin to leave his dad’s place goes about as well as drawing blood from a stone. 

He’s even less thrilled about the prospect of you going back by yourself, leaving him to spend what’s left of the week with his dad like they’d planned.

There’s only so far you can push without breaking something. You, probably. You and Shin, almost definitely. 

Even so, you might’ve had more of a backbone if he hadn’t been so… Shin. All coaxing and concerned. Logical to a damn fault. 

‘You don’t wanna be stuck in a car driving for hours when you’re feeling shitty, love, and besides, dad’s place is bigger than ours. Comfier. You’ll probably be on the mend by tomorrow anyway, so there’s no point in us heading back.’

If you weren’t trying to salvage what’s left, or maybe clinging to the idea that you can – and want to – then it would’ve been easier just to go.

You wouldn’t still be here, stuck in the house of the man who’d– who’d raped you.

You wouldn’t be avoiding your boyfriend’s eye.

You would’ve screamed the whole house down before Kuroo Tetsurou ever bent you over the kitchen counter.

But the gentle extrication in the early hours of the morning, Shinnosuke’s lips brushing against your cheek, the sleepy rasp of his voice as he mumbles a quiet, “Love you,” before slipping away – you barely stir, cozy and safe and content.

He loves you. Shin loves you. 

A while later – minutes, maybe, or hours, it’s hard to tell when you’re still in the grips of sleep – the mattress dips under Shin’s weight, and those strong, sculpted arms seek your warmth again, you only sigh and lean back against him. 

“I love you,” you whisper, not yet willing to open your eyes and face another day of lying to him. 

The arm slung over your waist curls tighter, his face nuzzling into your neck. The kisses he leaves there aren’t affectionate, exactly, they’re not gentle, when teeth catch, nipping sharply at your skin, only to be soothed by a lave of his tongue.

And the laugh that rumbles at your back – a shade off your boyfriend’s – is anything but nice. 

“Yeah? Fuck, you’re sweet in the morning.”

This time, you don’t hold back. You shriek, kicking out like a wild thing – or you would have, if Kuroo’s hand hadn’t clamped down on your mouth, if his weight hadn’t shifted so that rather than lying curled up behind you, he’s half on top of you, pinning you down to the mattress with a thigh lodged between yours. 

“Uh-uh-uh, we were doing so good, kitten. Don’t you wanna be daddy’s good girl?”

Your only answer is a ragged noise, torn from somewhere deep inside of you. He chuckles again, grinds against you, his cock a thick, unignorable presence pressed at your ass. There’s nothing but the thin cotton of your sleep shorts separating it from you, and from past experience, that barrier won’t do much to deter him for long.

Kuroo rolls you onto your back and slots himself nicely between your legs. Naked, you realise with a fresh stab of fear.

You scream the moment his palm leaves your lips to capture your wrists, scream for Shinnosuke – for anyone – so loudly that it feels like you’ll bleed for it. Let him come running, find you pinned and squirming, terrified beneath the man who raised him.

Let it be the final crack that obliterates everything. 

If Shin sees you like this, utterly petrified, on the verge of being raped again and still thinks it some kind of a betrayal, let him choke on it. You don’t care anymore, you just want someone to stop this. 

(Shin wouldn’t, would he?)

But Kuroo only snickers. Leans over to lick along the edge of your lashes, where hot, glistening tears are already spilling over, trickling down to disappear in your hairline. “Your boy’s not here, but we don’t have long ‘til he gets back. You’ll forgive me if we bypass the foreplay this morning, right, sweetheart?” You shudder, goosebumps prickling where his breath washes over you, and you squeeze your eyes shut and violently – pointlessly – shake your head. “We’ll have to save eating your pretty little cunt for next time.”

All too eager, he hungrily captures your lips again and yanks down your shorts, taking your panties along with them.

Christmas morning, you’d been shoved face down over the kitchen counter while he’d fucked you from behind. You’d give anything for that distance right now. At least then you hadn’t had to endure his suffocating warmth, having him squeeze and grope at your tits over your old, threadbare tee.

You wouldn’t have to writhe away from his mouth while he rucks your bare thighs up either side of his hips, dragging you closer.

Even with your eyes screwed tightly shut, you can’t pretend that this isn’t happening as Kuroo spits and a heartbeat later the thick head of his cock slowly – agonisingly slowly – splits you apart.

You forget how to breathe. 

Eyes popping open and back arching up into his chest, your fists clutch desperately at the sheets of Shin’s bed, trying to squirm away, only the grip he has on you makes sure there’s nowhere for you to escape to. He’s big, long, mostly, and you’re too tight to take him easily, especially without any prep. The spit doesn’t help any, and Kuroo doesn’t care, groaning out in pleasure as inch by inch he pushes himself deeper, until at last he’s seated firmly inside of you. “Good fucking giiiirl,” he purrs, a kiss pressed to the tip of your nose.

A tiny, drawn out whine is all you can manage when your lower half radiates pain. 

“Gonna fuck this perfect pussy nice ‘n full,” he tells you. “Give you everything you need, sweet girl. You can take it. I know you can, you just gotta breathe for me.”

But unlike last time, he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a minute to adjust. His hips draw back and punch forward, jolting another mewling gasp from your lips. And again. And again. The pace isn’t violent so much as intense, like each thrust ignites something inside of him that burns for more.

He clasps your wrists in one hand, pants into your open mouth between frenetic kisses, groans out your name in that shuddering gasp.

“Mine,” he pants, beads of sweat dripping from his chest, his chin, rolling down onto you. “You’re daddy’s girl– fuck!”

Your cunt reacts accordingly, flexing around his cock, easing its passage so that the wet, lurid sounds of him fucking you quickly fill the air. A betrayal that has your cheeks flaming. 

The muscles in your thighs burn, Kuroo all but forcing them back towards the bed, his weight driving into you with fervour. A quick adjustment to the angle of your hip and his cock hits a spot deep inside of you that has you choking on a moan of your own, a burst of bright, sizzling pleasure bleeding through the pain.

Kuroo grins ferally at the sound of it. Drops his weight on an elbow and bucks into you, hitting it again. Your inner walls twitch, squeezing and slick, dragging noises from you that make you wanna burn with shame – that, or cut yourself loose entirely. You can’t muster resistance when he swallows them down, sucking on your tongue, moaning into your mouth. His momentum turns rabid, his hand no longer encircling your wrists, but entangled with them, pressing them down to the mattress. “Almost… there…” he grunts, gasping as he curls over you, abs flexing.

A shudder rolls through him, his hips faltering just as something vital shatters inside of you, toes curling, white hot pleasure exploding from your core, rippling through your whole body like the aftershocks of an earthquake. With your pussy spasming around his cock, your body taut and locked with pleasure, Kuroo hurtles off that cliff right alongside you, a strangled noise somewhere between a moan and a growl escaping him as he pumps your cunt full of his seed, all but collapsing atop of you afterwards.

It takes a minute before he peels himself off of you; pushing himself up, braced on elbow so that he’s not crushing you entirely, Kuroo waits, buried inside your warmth, for you to stop trembling with the after effects of your orgasm, for his cock to soften and both of your breathing to even out. 

Waits for those glazed over eyes to focus back on him and once again fill with tears, stroking a hand through your sweat-dampened hair as he does so.

“You should go take a shower before Shin gets home,” he says after a minute or two, his voice a low purr. “He can’t be far off.”

But aside from rolling off you to allow you up, Kuroo makes no moves to follow you, or so much as get up off the bed. Naked, his cock soft and glistening with your juices, one knee propped up, he watches you stumble like a newborn foal into the bathroom (only half managing to close the door behind you) with damn near predatory intent, a smirk teasing at his lips.

It’s where Shin finds you a short while later, curled up on the floor of the shower, shaking through silent sobs. 

—

Shin doesn’t let go of your hand the entire trip home.

Uncharacteristically sober, he says little aside from the occasional murmur to check in with you – always unanswered – and keeps you tucked close, as though a fraction of distance between you might pry you from his side entirely. 

The hours pass in a haze of… nothing. Your tears dry. Numbness takes over. You move like a robot, Shin guiding you every step of the way until you cross the threshold of your apartment.

He never asks what happened. You suppose the smell of sex in his bedroom and the bruises and love bites scattered over your body tell the tale well enough. Shinnosuke’s never been stupid. He’s not dense. 

He’s not heartless, either.

In the sanctity of your tiny, shitty bathroom, you shower again. A proper shower this time, with the water turned up full blast, scrubbing viciously at your skin– or at least, you do until he steps in and takes over. You’ve never thought of your boyfriend as particularly gentle, but he pries the loofah from your hand with a delicacy you didn’t know him capable of and takes care of you, cleaning you up with a tenderness that borders on reverence.

You pretend not to notice how his eyes (so like his, sharp and hazel) narrow into a scowl every time he spots another bruise, another mark left by his father. Once or twice his fingers begin to ghost over them, burgundy fingerprints on your thigh, a love bite sucked into the delicate skin above your collarbone, only to catch himself, swallowing tightly and resuming his task like he’d never faltered in the first place. 

When you’re done, he dries you both off and helps you into fresh clothes – a pair of comfy sweatpants and an old hoodie of his and guides you back to the living room, setting you down into his lap on the couch.

“I–” his voice is hoarse. Quiet, especially in the stillness of the apartment, and when you glance his way, he awkwardly clears his throat and takes a deep breath. “I went to the pharmacy. I thought– I thought…” he trails off again, dropping his gaze. “I’m such a fucking idiot.”

Your heart twists, and it’s your turn to comfort him. Or maybe you’re comforting each other, shifting slightly in his lap so that you can wrap your arms around him and draw him in close, burying your face in the crook of his neck and breathing in the fresh, clean scent of him. “No. I– it wasn’t…” but the words don’t come. You flounder. 

What are you supposed to say? It wasn’t his fault? Wasn’t yours?

You should’ve said something earlier? Should’ve fought back harder – against both of them, should’ve grown a spine?

A beat passes in the tense, thick silence, and when it becomes clear that you’ve got nothing for him, he makes an odd sort of huff that sounds almost irritated. You frown a little, but you don’t fight it when his arms pull tighter around you, when his cheek comes to a rest against your hair and his hands seek yours, curling around your wrists and stroking at the skin there. 

“We’ll get through this,” he vows. “I love you, this doesn’t change anything. It won’t change anything.” His lips meet the crown of your head in a soft kiss. “You’re mine. You’ll always be mine.”