#These Guys are Idiots::Johzenji

[luckycheesefoodie321]

NOT DADCHI MAKING THE JOHZENJI GUY THINK OF HIS OLD CAPTAIN

The way he wasn’t in favour of their school’s banner bc it seemed lame and was thinking Daichi’s way of playing was skilled but uninteresting.

Then in comes Dadchi to save the day from the reckless volleyball idiots with his solid skills, PROVING that simplicity and fortitude IS cool and so so important in volleyball.

You can’t go all out if you don’t have trustworthy teammates to back you up when you fail.

And Dadchi is there to do exactly that (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Also I know Daichi gets hurt at some point in this arc (unless it’s during the Shiratorizawa match) and I just hate that they’re emphasising how important Dadchi as captain and their strong foundation is right now only to have him be taken out!!

But also it means we get to see future captain Ennoshitapapa on the stage!!

[spitefulgames]

* Hurry! It’s melting! /teru to milin!!

          “wait wait wait.”.

   A sigh escaped the boy as he jogged the last couple of steps over to his boyfriend. Fingers reaching out to snare Teru’s wrist, leaning in and eating the last bite of his melting popsicle. A hum as he pulled back with the stick between his teeth.

   A grin on his face as he hadn’t left any for teru to have~ Glancing over his hand with a little hum.

          “You’re a mess, Captain~”.

   He smirks almost devilishly, this would be a perfect opportunity to tease Yuuji. There wasn’t anyone around anyway, just the two of them walking home from the convenience store.

   He pulled his hand up and slowly licked some of the popsicle juice from his fingers. 

          “Guess I’ll have to help clean you up~”.

   It was always a riot to tease Yuuji, considering the goofy stunts his boyfriend pulled. Teasing him with such blunt, obvious actions as well. It made Milin’s heart stop sometimes.

@mangher​

[bbysamu]

Honey 

✎ Featuring: TSUKISHIMA Kei x you ; SUGAWARA Koshi x you 

✎ song: honey by Kehlani slowed & reverbed 

✎ Genre: slight fluff, slight angst, one-sided pining by Tsukki 

✎ Preview: (Y/N) is Tsukishima Kei’s older sister’s best friend. He didn’t think much of her until one day he realizes she’s all he could think about. To make matters worse, she’s over at the Tsukishima resident almost every weekend. So what happens when she shows up unexpectedly on a school night, claiming to be a fight with her boyfriend. What will Kei do now? 

a/n: just a little something I thought of in my mind, not really sure where this is going yet hahaha 

♫ I like my girls just like I like my honey, sweet, a little selfish. ♫

TSUKISHIMA Kei had the most excruciating day. Classes seemed to drag on and on, so did practice. What was usually fun for him turned into a nightmare as the Karasuno idiot duo refused to let him go until they had perfected a new quick attack. 

By the time Kei got home, it was already 8 pm. He dragged his feet into his bedroom, slightly alarmed at the lights coming from the shared bathroom he had with his sister. His sister had texted him saying she won't be home until 9 pm today, so why was the bathroom light on. Did he forget to turn it off when he left for school this morning? 

Poking his head in, he was surprised to see you standing in front of the faucet, toothbrush in hand, brushing away happily. You in your oversized t-shirt and a pair of Lakers basketball shorts. A fashion disaster, but he couldn’t help the blush rising to his cheeks. He quickly averted his eyes. 

“What are you doing here?” 

You jumped at his words, completely unaware of Tsukki’s presence. 

“Oh my gosh Tsukki! stop....you could’ve made me drop my toothbrush. Get it? like the vine video?” 

He rolled his eyes, biting his cheeks to stop from smiling. 

“And what do you mean what am I doing here? I’m always here.” 

“That’s true, but you’re only here on the weekends.” 

“oh yeah, well, surprise? and you’re home late.” 

“yeah practice ran late today. You should know, didn’t your boyfriend tell you?” 

He noticed the darkened look in your eyes, “he’s not exactly my boyfriend right now”.

Tsukki was surprised, he couldn’t help but ask, “what? what happened?” 

“We had a fight. To answer your question, that’s why I'm here tonight. I need to have a rant session with my bff.” 

Tsukishima thought back to practice tonight, suddenly understanding why the silver-haired setter seemed to be in a mood this afternoon. 

He leaned against the doorframe, “what happened?” 

You eyed him suspiciously, “why are you grinning?” 

Tsukki immediately stood up, face slightly flushed, “no I wasn’t!” 

“awwww”, you cooed, “is my little brother worried about me?” 

“ew, I'm not your little brother” Tsukishima cringed at the term. 

“you’re Sana’s little brother, so by extension, you’re mine. But yes, Sugawara and I are fighting right now because he’s an idiot...if you want to learn more come join our spa session tonight.” 

“not you trying to get me to wear a face mask again.”

“yes me trying to put a face mask on you again. I don’t understand why you don’t like it. It’s so comforting and good for your skin.” 

Tsukishima’s heart is pounding in his chest, he quickly switched the topic, “why are all your PJ’s so ugly?” 

You playfully scowled at him, “as if yours are any better looking, mister dinosaur pants. now get out of here, I'm trying to finish brushing my teeth.” 

“hey my dino--”, He never got to finish as you slammed the door in his face. He grinned. 

Tsukishima should have never gotten his hopes up. He should’ve known better than to think your fight with Suga was serious. 

He looked at you and Sana in the bean bags on the floor, both trying to hold in your laughter as to not move the sheets on your face too much. 

“and so he said, I don’t understand why you like Bakugo, he’s kind of ugly. So I said, not my kaachan! and so he said, YOUR kaachan? THEN he got jealous and gave me the cold shoulder, so now I'm giving him the cold shoulder for being an idiot”. 

Sana laughed out loud, her face mask moving with the vibrations of her laughter, “you guys are seriously so dumb. why do you two always fight over dumb things like this. right, Tsukki?” 

Tsukishima nodded in agreement and sighed internally. He wished he could turn back time and never invited you to his volleyball game. 

[Game w/ Johzenji] 

Tsukki quickly texted (Y/N) and his sister, letting them know where the team was and that they were warming up. 

Tsukki felt his face rising in temperature as he spotted you walking towards the rest of the Karasuno boys. 

“where’s Sana?” he inquired quietly. 

“You know her, she’s buying some snacks for the game. She told me to come first.” 

The rest of the team looked on curiously as you talked with Tsukki. They’ve never seen the quiet middle blocker talk to people outside the team, let alone a girl, a pretty girl. 

Nishinoya approached the pair first, “So...Tsukki, who’s your friend?” 

“my girlfriend” his mind had wanted to say, but the words that blurted from his mouth, “my sister’s best friend”. 

“Hi I'm (Y/N)!” you smiled brightly, “how’s Tsukki? I hope he hasn’t been annoying you guys too much. Thanks for taking care of our Kei”. 

Tsukishima rubbed his neck, flustered at your words. Before he could respond, the rest of the team had quietly gathered around you. He shouldn’t have been surprised, you’ve always had a weird magnetic force that attracted people to you. 

beeeeeeppppp the whistle signaled the beginning of the match. 

“good luck boys! I'll be cheering for you guys in the stands!” 

The rest of the boys smiled their thanks and began to gather around the coach.

“hey guys, wait a minute, I'll be right back.” 

Tsukishima looked at the figure of Suga, chasing after you. A sinking feeling in his stomach as he see the pretty setter lean down to whisper something in your ears and the giggle erupting from your mouth. 

“what did you say to her?” Tsukki tried to ask as nonchalantly as possible. 

“oh just, if we win this game for her to give me her number” Suga winked at Tsukki, “so lets do our best please!” 

Tsukishima suddenly lost motivation for the game. 

The next morning the three of you walked to school together, your formation like always. You in the middle, squished between Tsukishima and Sana, since you were the shortest of the bunch. 

Tsukki cherished moments like this, slow morning walks to school with you, letting his mind wander what would happen if he just grazed his fingers against yours. 

He glanced over at you trying to hide your face against the harsh winter breeze. A sudden strong gust had you scrambling to hide behind him, hands softly grabbing onto his shirt. 

“Oi! what are you doing? Let go!” He said, not really meaning it.

“it’s so cold, let me use you as a shield!” the small voice replied. 

Tsukki fought the grin threatening to make an appearance. He rolled his eyes at his sister, only to realize she’s hiding behind him now as well. 

Tsukki lived for moments like this, but a sudden voice interrupted his daydream. 

“(Y/N)! I’M SORRY!” 

Tsukishima turned around to see Suga running towards you guys. 

Your fingers let go of Tsukki’s shirt and he suddenly felt so empty. 

Suga had caught up to you guys and said a quick good morning to Tsukishima and Sana before turning to you. 

“babe, I'm sorry I was so immature yesterday. Please don’t be mad”. 

Tsukki knew you well enough to see through your pretend anger. 

“if you’re really sorry, you’ll give me a kiss right now.” 

Suga lit up at your words before leaning in to give you a kiss, “I'll even give you two, to show you how sorry I really am”. 

“ewwwww, get out of here you two lovebirds!” Sana squealed, the three of you laughing, Tsukki found himself forcing a laugh as well. 

So now the four of you are walking to school together, Tsukki glanced down,  annoyed that the figure beside him was Suga and no longer you. 

[nekomas-kuroo]

Could you do a friends to lovers kinda thing with terushima? :] I love your writing!

listen, this is one of my favorite requests i love this kind of idea for terushima cause he’s such a SOFT BOY change my mind

masterlist

terushima yuuji

okay you guys met in middle school. you knew him before the dyed hair, before the piercings, before the flirtatious personality

not that any of that bothered you except maybe the flirting cause you were happy he was able to express himself

terushima’s a really touchy person in general, so y’all were always hugging, or he had his arm around you, sometimes even holding hands in crowds

legit EVERYONE thought you were dating

and this was fine and good until one day you kinda realized that you loved that, but wanted it more

you started to hate the idea of him doing that with anyone else, not in a possessive way, but in a way where you wanted to be the person to make him smile when you held hands

as yuuji’s more flirtatious side comes out as school, you start to distance yourself from him, not really on purpose, but because you know that’s not the real yuuji

terushima is SMART, so he’ll come over to your house and study, and usually y’all are cuddled up when you study but this time you’re definitely keeping your distance

“y/n, is everything okay?”

“no, this problem is a pain in the ass. how am i supposed to memorize–”

“not the homework y/n. is everything okay with us” oh

“uh i guess?”

“y/n you’ve never been so distant from me before”

“i just, i’m tired of your fake flirty personality! it’s not who you are yuuji. i know you better than that. and also cause i really like you” you definitely mumble that last part

“you what?” “I LIKE YOU OKAY”

terushima.exe has stopped working

at this point terushima smiles to himself for a moment, then looks over at you

“you know i only flirt with other people cause i thought you didn’t like me”

“what?”

“i’ve liked you for a really long time y/n. why do you think i hold your hand and all that?” y/n.exe has stopped working

you two kinda just look at each other, dumbfounded by how oblivious the two of you have been. and then suddenly you’re both just laughing

“we really are idiots aren’t we?”

terushima practically jumps you and gives you a hug, just so happy to be able to hold you with no unspoken words inbetween

after that night, y’all are DEFINITELY inseparable. like terushima’s definitely a pda person, but more in terms of always holding your hand, always touching you in some way, resting his head on top of yours

you two definitely become johzenji’s it couple just because y’all are just so damn cute together

[atsunflower]

Let them sing — Intro

Rated: SFW

Author note: Freaking finally. I don't have much to say; this one right here is one of my favorites and I'm really excited to write about the twins.

Warnings: brief mentions of hallucinations and violence. Some cursing.

I — Intro

Previous || Next

He heard them.

Contrary to people's belief, it wasn't a song of agony. 

The choir of the deceased chanted as if it was the only thing they could do in the whole eternity, a melancholic melody comfortable to the ears.

"Let'em sing then"

"Oi, Samu. Did ya say something?" His brother asked, sending him a weird glare. It was funny how Atsumu knew him like the back of his hand, even though Osamu would always sport a stoic face and hold onto his nonchalant demeanor.

"Nah, ya hearing things" The grey haired male shrugged, playing it cool. The blond sent him a weird glare but opted to ignore the other. Whatever was on Samu's mind he would figure out eventually.

"Man, I'm so excited" Atsumu rubbed his palms, warming them up in excitement "I've heard that Niiyama boss is a hot shot."

"Yeah, everyone knows it" the male rolled his eyes "Just don't try ta ruin everything, dumbass. Remember this 'Nee-san' woman is known for being hella strict" Osamu warned as they arrived the place.

White walls and black iron gates. The house of Niiyama held a imponent aura, as if the building tried to cover its backstory.

Back then, the place used to be a brothel; the most exquisite one, with women at its finest.

All of this for in one night, two years ago, everything take a turn and change completely: the women here rioted and took over the place. Now, Niiyama was a neutral sisterhood that sold information. Like an oracle, Nee-san knew everything.

"Oi Samu, what d'ya think she looks like?" Atsumu asked as he stopped the car engines.

"I dunno, I don't care." Osamu shrugged. They got out of the vehicle, eyeing the tall girl by the door. "Behave."

"Man, you're no fun" The blond whined while they both walked to the house entrance. "I should have brought Sunarin instead" He heard his brother say before the girl smiled at their presence.

"Good morning. It's a pleasure to have both Inarizaki oyabuns here today" The hostess said bowing at them "My name is Kanoka and I will take you two to Nee-san" She turned her back, opening the door.

"The pleasure is ours, Kanoka-san. We look very forward to meet with Nee-san" Atsumu was quite the flirt, hearing him being so polite would always be a surprise to Osamu.

Well, it was business involving Inarizaki after all.

"The feeling is mutual, Miya-san. It's a surprise you contacted us since your household never showed interest to do business with Nee-san before" Kanoka said without any malice while Atsumu hummed in acknowledgement.

Taking in his surroundings, Osamu noticed the emptiness of the mansion lobby; plain white walls with wide glass windows along a floor covered in white marble. No decoration items nor other people around, this clearness conferring a sad atmosphere to the ample house as this feeling kind of tickled him off.

He didn't have much more time to observe the room as the tall woman led them upstairs. There, the walls painted in the same white took the form of a corridor, as he recalled being being in this place only once to deal with some scumbag who owed Inarizaki money.

Back then, a burgundy wallpaper and golden chandeliers hanging from the ceiling would make aesthetics for shady purposes. Now, even if the aesthetics were for the better, he didn't know what to feel about the building.

At the end of the corridor, a huge door stood imponent. Kanoka knocked the hard wood twice before signaling they both could enter the room.

"I can say it's a surprise to have the remarkable Miya twins at Niiyama" The soft timber welcomed them. Observing their surroundings, they spotted a woman standing by the windows; the morning's light made her skin glow as she slowly turned to face the duo.

Osamu felt his breath hitch in his throat, but the male would be lying if he said it was because of your beauty.

There was something about you that he would recognize even if he was blind.

Your eyes held the same dullness of his.

What a woman like you would have done to have the very eyes of a sinner like him?

"I heard you guys suffered some setbacks a while ago" The gray haired male saw his twin holding back a scoff at her words. The woman signaled them to sit as she took three cups and poured green tea into it. "I have a vague idea of it, but first I gotta know if you guys are willing to take what we have to offer" She stretched some wrinkles on her black dress, waiting for their response as she set the cups in front of them.

"We're pretty much worried to come at ya. As ya said, it's the first time Inarizaki meets Niiyama" Osamu couldn't hold the urge to talk to her "But we're putting lots of money on it. We ain't paying for tittle-tattle" It wasn't his intention to sound so harsh, but he didn't know how to feel about this place.

The male observed her neutral face as she took a sip from the rich tea, warily eyeing him.

"Do you know the difference between rumours and information, Miya-san?" The male opened his mouth to reply but she beated him to it "Rumour is when you and your Kobun, Suna, went to that love hotel and people assumed you were some sort of lovers" The flat tone held no provocation. It was just you stating you really knew things, and it still made him pissed. "Information is the fact you two went there to get rid of that Danzo guy involved with prostitution"

"How do ya know it?" He heard Atsumu's alarmed voice from his left. You turned your attention to the blond male, sighing.

"That's the point of Niiyama, Miya-san" His brother cursed as you kept collected "Don't worry, we didn't sell this info to anyone"

"And why is that?" It was his turn to ask.

"Because we appreciate what you did"

I like her sincerity, Osamu decided.

"Well, Inarizaki is known for protecting women" Atsumu's foul mouth stated, lacing each word with pride. You lifted an eyebrow at it, distaste briefly crossing your features — the only glimpse of emotion you showed in the whole conversation, he noticed.

"Very rich, considering you both handed your sister in a silver plate to Itachiyama"

Osamu heard the voices snickering. Pathetic.

You didn't even flinch when Atsumu slammed the porcelain cup onto the coffee table. You patiently waited for his outburst to unfold.

"We didn't come here ta be disrespected!"

"Did I lie, Miya-san?" Your question wasn't provocative, but bothered Osamu too.

"Atsumu, shut it" The gray haired man stared at you before continuing. "We have other matters to discuss. What do you know about Johzenji?"

The woman inhaled deeply, shifting on her seat.

"That's the problem. I don't know anything about it"

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[meximorrita]

↳ Summary: HQ as people in Day of the Dead

↳ Genre: crack (?)

↳ ᴀ/ɴ: ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ ʙʟᴏɢ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴍᴇxɪᴍᴏʀʀɪᴛᴀ ꜰᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ? ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴꜱ? ɪᴅᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀʜꜱʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ ᴀʟꜱᴏ, ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴍᴇᴀɴ ɪ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ʜᴀɪᴋʏᴜᴜ? ᴍᴇʜ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ.

ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ: ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴇ. ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴛʜᴇꜱᴇ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴀʜꜱʜᴀʜᴀʜᴀ

ᴀɴʏᴡᴀʏ ꜰᴇʟɪᴢ ᴅÍᴀ ᴅᴇ ᴍᴜᴇʀᴛᴏꜱ

Shoutout to @2o-done​ for helping me with this

⇀ Paints a perfect skull on their face (or someone else's)↽ 

Akaashi- Bokuto thought he would look cool so he helped him. Konoha saw it and then asked him to do his. And then Komi...and Washio. And Sarukui. They took a sick pic.

Alisa - ah yes, makeup queen. She paints Akane as well, but she gets impatient because Alisa takes her time.

Komori - He tried to do Sakusa's. T R I E D

⇀"Oh shit, I forgot I had to paint my face and I had to do it in 5 minutes." They ended up looking like a Panda”↽

Makki and Mattsun- They know they look ridiculous but they just laugh at their own stupidity.

Kunimi- There's no way his lazy ass would put effort on this. He looks cute tho.

Hayato - He was busy trying to find his phone :^(

⇀The "Oh shit, I forgot there was paint on my face"↽

Noya- This guy's so energetic. His face had to end up being a gray mess

Goshiki - The smudged paint makes him look even cuter. Satori teases him about it. Shirabu straight up called him an idiot.

Yamaguchi - He really tried not to touch his face.

⇀Buys Cempasúchil (marigolds) since the beginning of October↽

Aone- because I think he is good with plants and animals. Can and will hold a giant bouquet of them.

Ushijima - He actually bought them for his friends. Ushi, they're not dead yet !

Kita - He buys a few in order to decorate his Granma's house. He also think they smell nice.

⇀Literally eats Pan de muerto every week↽

Satori - He has a thing for pastries. He buys the smaller ones for his friends 💕

Takeda - It is great with Hot chocolate.

Aran - He is cheating on his diet 😔

⇀Accidentally ruins the altar↽

Hinata and Kageyama- They were too busy fighting to notice the candle next to the paper decorations.

Kyoutani - he didn't watch his step and ruined the floor decorations.

Koganegawa - They asked him to put the portrait on top since he is so tall... he tripped.

Lev- "How many candles are too many?"

⇀Steals from the ofrenda😔↽

Bokuto - He realized the food wasn't fresh the hard way.

Suga - Takes some candy and hides it in his coat.

Atsumu - Osamu calls him out, but he also takes some. Kita scolds both of them.

Ukai - Takes a few cigarettes 💀

⇀Gets tangerines and peanuts when they ask for candy↽

Noya and Tanaka- F. It doesn't kill their Dia De Muertos spirit tho.

Hoshiumi - He will straight up fight for proper candy.

Oikawa- He is offended. The whole gang laughs at him. "Why are you laughing? You got the same!"

⇀It's the fucker who gives out fruit (Never forget that guy who once gave out Sweet potatoes ✌🏼)↽

Osamu- OFC

Ushijima - why don't kids like it? It's healthy, he doesn't get it

Sakusa - He couldn't care less.

Futakuchi- He is having the time of his life.

⇀Goes to the heart of the celebration to dance: Downtown!↽

Kuroo, Yaku and Kai- They Drag Kenma along. He doesn't appreciate it. 

Terushima (and the whole Johzenji) - Chaotic fun. They ask people to dance with them.

Mika and Daishou - So cute, they also paint they're faces and take lots of pics.

Tagging @prismaroyal​ (Ly ♥)

[blahkugo]

𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕡𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕢 𝕓𝕠𝕪𝕤:

⇢ a tag game! choose 4 (or less) schools and describe what type of relationship (platonic or romantic) you’d have with 1-2 characters from those schools!

⇢ tagged by my wife / soulmate @bakatenshii ( ˘ ³˘)♡

Karasuno ☺︎︎ Kei Tsukishima

I feel eternally sorry for anyone who has to witness the absolute dumpster fire that is Tsukki & I’s relationship. You know that one guy that you keep telling your best friend to just fucking drop? Yeah, Tsukki’s that guy for me. The King of Salt™️ and I are exact opposites, and I think that’s precisely what would draw me to him. The banter would be top notch, the sex otherworldly, and eventually, I’d pine and climb my way into his heart. But as y’all know: toxicity has a way of draining you. And as hard as I try, it just wouldn’t work out for us.

He’d probably be my first love, and he’d always have a place in my heart— but we both know we’re better off apart.

Aoba Johsai ☺︎︎ Hajime Iwaizumi

Alexa, play Brat by PrincessBri; that word, my friends, makes up a good 96% of my personality. And we all know Iwa has plenty of experience dealing with them (thanks oiks!) He’d let me gripe and moan about whatever, spoil me rotten, but also have no issue putting me in my place when I need to be reprimanded. I can be loud and off the walls— and he’d simply let me, keeping me zen whenever necessary.

Iwaizumi would most definitely be my irl soulmate. The rock of Seijoh would be my rock too, and I’d love him for it.

Johzenji ☺︎ Yūji Terushima

Holy fuck, do not get anywhere near Teru and I unless you’re prepared to get your shit rocked. I am constantly one lit cigarette away from chaos; Teru’s the fucking match. Think: summer nights spent in a drunken haze, bouncing from club to club without any regard for dawn’s arrival, and finally, waking up in a stranger’s bathtub. He’d insist that our sexual chemistry would be through the roof, and as much as I’d deny it, he’s absolutely right. We’d wake up naked together way more often than I’d like to admit.

That’s why Terushima and I are the perfect partners in crime. He would be the rowdy friend that instigates far too many hangovers, but I’d love him all the same.

Fukurōdani ☺︎ Kōtarō Bokuto

You know how in Mean Girls, Karen and Gretchen are two peas in a very stupid pod? That’s Bo and I. Take two himbos and you get: the inability to figure out 1+1 on a good day. Bokuto���s not stupid by any means (and neither am I), but we’d simply rouse the idiocy out of each other. Goofy inside jokes, deep belly laughs that end rolling on the floor, dumb banter that anyone would roll their eyes at— Bo and I have it all.

Bokuto would be my number 1, my best friend, and my idiot in shining armor. After a few drinks, we’d probably sleep together once or twice just to try it out— but nothing would change between us.

⇢ tags: @ourladyofseijoh @lookslikeleese @theygottheircages @thisisthehardestthing @present-mel @pleasantanathema @undermattsun @pomsuki @whats-her-quirk & whoever else wants to do this!

[dailynohebisstuff]

Hana : Whenever I'm having a hard time, I look at a picture of you guys!

The Johzenji team : Awww*

Hana : And I tell myself, if I can survive these idiots I can survive anything.

[seokiloquy]

Paradise - Tendou Satori

AU: Regular/University 

Fem! Reader

Word Count: 3.2k+

            The wind blew quickly through the trees outside the Sendai City Gymnasium. Boys of various statures stood in groups around the area wearing distinct uniforms that separated them from the rest. Amongst the mayhem of excited volleyball players, a girl stood gripping a binder to her chest. As she typed quickly into her phone the girl’s nose scrunched before looking around the main lobby of the building. Walking up to the fold-out desk by the entrance, she approached the two girls handing out pamphlets.

           “Have either of you seen a group of adults, wearing the same jacket as I am?” She asked, pinching her white jersey.

           The girls pause for a moment, their brows pushing together before handing her one of the pamphlets from the table. On the inside was a map of the building as well as a list of teams that would be participating. One of the girls stood up from her seat and leaned over the table.

           “Ya, I think I remember them talking about going in the middle of the stands to see everything,” she said pointing to the East side of the building.

           The girl nodded and gave the two a nod of thanks as she tucked the map into her binder. Huffing, she walked past the bustling players in the direction of her group.

           “Coach! You said to meet you in the park!” a yell rang above the voices in the stadium grabbing the attention of players and viewers alike.

           “Ah, (L/N). Sorry about that. The wind started to pick up and we decided to head inside. At least you found us. Do you have the info?” the man said. He wore a matching white jacket with the word ‘coach’ trailing down the side of his arm in red letters.

            “I do. A thank you would be nice, I’m the one that called all the schools to get their student information. That’s your job, Ito!”

           Ito chuckles but says nothing more as he leads (L/N) to their seats. With the binder tucked under her arm, she slips her hands into her pockets and takes a seat next to the other coaches and administrators to watch the players warm-up. As the whistles blew for their minute warning before the started, the head of the program spoke up.

           “Johzenji doesn’t have any third years, but keep an eye on their players for next year. Do you all have their papers?” Kawasaki asked as he spun a pen between his fingers. After receiving confirmation he went on, “Okay, one person per team for today. (L/N), you go with Ito. We will all watch the last game together and discuss it later when we go to eat.”

           “Eh? Wakatoshi, do you recognize those jackets? I haven’t seen them before.”

           Wakatoshi looked to where his teammate was pointing. A group that dispersed themselves along the edge of the stands were wearing white and red jackets that he wasn’t familiar with.

           “I’m not sure, Tendou. Go ask the coach.”

           Pouting, the third year swung his legs in the direction of his coaches, humming a dejected tune as he went. They sat on their designated bench talking to each other slowly as they watched their opposing team warm up. Washijo’s stare deepened the lines on his face and as he shifted his gaze towards the spiked redhead the teen shivered. Instead of speaking to the old man directly, Tendou turned on his heel to look at the team’s assistant coach.

           “Hey, Saito,” he started, swinging his arm to point at one of the people in the jackets. “Who are those guys? I’ve never seen them before.”

           Saito adjusted his glasses before staring up into the stands.

           “Ah,” he paused, “I believe they are the ones from the volleyball program at Miyagi University. They’re scouting.”

           “Scouting?” Tendou blinked.

           Washijo tightened his arms across his chest with a huff, “Those idiots don’t know what to look for, they search for outliers.”

           Saito let out a weak laugh wincing internally. I went to Miyagi U.

           “Washijo, you do know Miyagi U is home to one of the top teams in Japan. It wouldn’t be wise to put incorrect information in the minds of your subordinates.”

           Tendou slouched, waiting for the younger coach to continue.

           “Tendou, they’re looking for talented players to give scholarships to. If someone gets one they either get to pay less for university or get to go for free so long as they abide by the rules of the scholarship.”

           Tendou didn’t say anything at first but gave a small grin with a huff as he bowed to his coaches, “Let’s be sure to with this round then, hmm?��

           “So, (L/N), what did you think of the players today?” Kawasaki asked before taking a bite from the meat that was laid out in front of him.

           The group ate in a small restaurant with people talking loudly over their meals about whatever was going on in their lives. Separated from the crowd -as per the admin’s request- they all sat lazily around a table with their shoes off and jackets draped across their shoulders. The thin paper wall didn’t do all that much in terms of blocking the sound from coming into their little alcove but muffled it enough to decrease the likelihood of distractions.

           Unzipping the top of the collar of her jacket, the girl smiled. “Everyone was amazing, so I’m really happy I got to come and watch. I wrote down some of the players that I thought stood out.”

           Reaching for her binder, the (H/C) pulled out a small notebook. She flipped the pages before handing it over to the volleyball admin. As he turned through the pages, Kawasaki took note that the student in front of him had taken during the girl’s tournament as well. Looking at the list of players of the boys she had seemingly kept her eye on, one seemed to stand out.

           “Tendou Satori from Shiratorizawa? What made him pique your interest?”

            The girl rubbed her thigh, letting her tumb dig into the muscles that froze in position. Taking a bite from the food on her plate, she used the opportunity to think of a justified answer.

           “Satori is sharp, he may not be a prodigy but he’s honed his reaction time to the point of a sword. Outstanding middle blockers are hard to find because they blend in so much. They aren’t flashy like most of the people you scout. But when you find a passionate blocker or any player for the matter, even if you’re just observing from the sidelines their energy becomes contagious.”

          “Satori? Are you familiar with him?” Ito asked as he set his chopsticks down.

           The girl gives her coaches an awkward smile, “Ah, not really. We were acquainted with each other in elementary school. He’s hard to forget, but I doubt he remembers me.”

            “Ah, Tendou!” Saito yelled out to the third year as he ran around with his teammates in the large gym of Shiratorizawa, “There’s a letter here for you!”

           Tendou stumbled as he tried to stop his momentum looking over with a tilted head. His coach wore a large smile as he waved a thin folder in the air. The sight only confused him more. He took hold of the white binder and read the words that were written in bold red print along the front of the cover. His confusion isn’t eliminated when he opens the mail up though. He looked up at Saito.

           “I didn’t even apply. I never planned..”

           Saito’s smile dropped when he saw the look of distress that tore on the typically happy boy’s face, “Satori, I know your plans for when school is finished. But I think that this would be a great opportunity for you. You’ve always called it your ‘paradise’”

            “Tendoou,” Ushijima had walked up behind the middle blocker with his hands flat at his sides, “why don’t you call them?”

           Tendou hummed before asking Saito if he could take a moment and collect his thoughts. It was just over a month ago after they lost their match against Karasuno. He remembers laying down on the glossy wood floor of the large gym, twisting his hips and pushing his crossing knee into the floor along with the rest of the team for their cool down.

           “I’m going to quit volleyball after high school,” he said to Ushijima, “I’ll be watching you on TV and brag that we were best buds.”

           He bit his lip as he looked at the binder in his hands, reading through the various sheets that had been presented to him.

Dear Mister Satori Tendou,

           Congratulations! On behalf of Miyagi University, I am pleased to offer you admission to the Volleyball (Athletic) - Competitive Sports and Health program.

           He looked at the page on the inside cover.

Dear Mister Satori Tendou,

           In recognition of your outstanding academic and athletic achievements, you have been selected and offered a Full-Ride Scholarship award to Miyagi University.

           Tendou looked at the personalized contact information at the bottom of the papers and picked up his phone.

           The volleyball division at Miyagi U was situated in one building. It had excessively large gym floors, that in all likelihood could hold four courts each when there were only two on either side. Between the gym space for the two teams was a raised flat platform for viewing practices at a higher angle that was supported by a mostly glass room that was used as an office for the coaches so they could still see the players while doing work. On either side of the partial wall, the two teams were stretching after a long day of practice when the phone in the office rang.

           “(Y/N),” called Ito as he stood with the other coaches on the platform, “Could you get that?”

           (Y/N) sent a thumbs up in the coaches’ direction, knowing that they were discussing the applicants they received for the program. Picking up the phone, the player continued with stretches as she talked.

           “Miyagi U Volleyball Office, how can I help you?”

           “Uh, hi. I received a scholarship from your program when I didn’t even apply? I just wanted to ask some questions about it?”

           “Ah, of course, could I get your name?” (Y/N) asked as she reached for a pen and paper.

           “Tendou Satori.”

           “Ah! Satori. From Shiratorizawa Academy,” she smiled as she quickly noted things down.

           “Do you know me?”

           “Well, somewhat I guess. I’m (L/N), 1st year at Miyagi U. We met in elementary school, and I was the one that put your name forward for a possible scholarship. So, Congratulations.”

           At his end of the line, Tendou began picking around stray pebbles as he combed through his memory for the name (L/N). He couldn’t remember much about elementary school except the times he played volleyball but Tendou wasn’t able to think of a reason to not believe the girl on the phone.

           “Sorry, I don’t remember much about elementary school. But could you explain this scholarship thing to me?” He asked.

           She noticed that his voice had a way of picking up and dropping as if his vocal cords were a roller coaster.

           (Y/N) smiled into the phone trying not to laugh at the thought, “Don’t worry about it. Anyways, scholarships from my program go out to about six people every year, they are either partial or full-ride scholarships depending on the group. Students don’t apply for these scholarships because they are scouting scholarships. They are chosen by the coaches after watching games and deciding who they want on their teams, so no application is required.”

           “And you put my name forward?” Tendou paused, “Why?”

           There was a bit of silence on your end as you thought of an answer. Tendou waited patiently hoping that your response could brush away the stress that had been building on his shoulders.

           “Well, I only gave a recommendation. Our school looks for special talents, and it was my coaches that chose you. But, as I watched from the stands, I could see just how happy you were to be playing and the passion you put into it. Like you were in your little world. I want to keep watching you play.”

           When Tendou’s parents found out about the scholarship they were, to his surprise, ecstatic. Although his family wasn’t low on money, Tendou had planned to start working after high school and not spend money on university. His parents were initially against the idea.

           “What are you waiting for? Accept it!” His mother yelled at him.

           So, come April, a week into spring break, Tendou was standing at the main entrance of Miyagi U’s campus with a feeling of nostalgia as he remembered his first day at Shiratorizawa. With a suitcase at his side and a bag on his back, he takes his first step onto the school delicately placed bricks.

           “Hey! Satori! Glad you could make it!”

           Pausing mid-step, he turns his head to the call of his name with his brows pushed upward, “(Y/N)?”

           “Okay, Line up!”

           Midway through April came the new year and with it came new teammates. Tendou wasn’t used to being separated from Ushijima, who was currently attending a school in Tokyo. But despite his immediate qualms about attending university, all his teammates shared a similar goal, making it easier to get along with them. Though a few did occasionally send him teasing glares as retaliation for beating them in previous years.

           As he stood in line with the rest of his teammates and listened to his coach -Honda- explain the warm-ups that would be led by their captain, Tendou looked through the glass walls of the office to where the girl’s team stood. (L/N), who was now a second year, smiled up to her coach as she went through the same spiel that Honda was doing for their first years. Trying to keep his head tilted towards his coach, Tendou let his naturally wide eyes wander in the direction of the female wing spiker.

           “Tendou, pay attention,” His teammate whispered as he dug his elbow into the red-heads side, grabbing his full attention. “We’re warming up now.”

           Tendou nodded quickly before looking back through the glass walls. The girls had already started.

           Only a few lights were left on in the gym. Focusing solely on the boy’s side where Tendou was hard at work. Despite being a middle blocker -and a good one at that- all players need to be well rounded enough to stay on for a full rotation. As Tendou was on his own, he worked on his serves continuously until he had to collect them all again.

           “Looks like everybody left for the party. Mind if I join in?”

           Coming out of the office, likely walking through from the girl’s side, (L/N) stands on the edge of the court with her bag lazily hanging off the tips of her fingers. Letting the bag drop, she lifts her hand, asking for a ball. Catching the ball as it flew in her direction, she ducks under the white line of the net.

           “Scared, Satori?” She smiled.

            From where he stood in the center of the court, he could see the change in his perspective in his mind. After regular midnight practices in an empty gym with no one but themselves to keep each other company, a once acquaintance turned stranger had transformed into his greatest ally. Looking at her now, the regular gym lights seemed to act like a spotlight giving him tunnel vision. Tendou gave her a curled grin.

           “I understand you (Y/N). I have no reason to be scared.”

           Practicing spikes and blocks gradually turned into a poor attempt at a 1v1 game that ended with them dropping to the floor in front of the net (She had won 17-15). Panting heavily with their limbs spread wide the two of them looked up at the lights that seemed to become brighter as time went on.

           “It's 11:48 pm. Jeez Satori, you truly are a monster.” (L/N) laughed.

           “I used to hate that nickname,” He said joining the girl in her fit, “But now I think it makes me even more intimidating.”

           That didn’t help to quell their laughter.

           “Intimidating? Satori you are the most childlike person I know, like a cute kitten knocking things over.” She panted.

            “Cute eh?”

           “Shut up.” She laughed again.

           “(Y/N), what did you think of me in elementary school?”

           The girl sat up, crossing her legs with a groan and turning to face the thin boy who still laid flat on the wood floor.

           “I didn’t know you well, no one did. But, I always thought that your talent and drive to play volleyball was admirable, something to see, you know? Either way, I don’t think either of us would be here now if you had never picked up a ball.”

            “MI-YAGI DAIGAKU!”

            The first official game of the year in Miyagi U’s official stadium had members from every sports team come out to support the boy’s team. Rivalling schools screamed at the top of their lungs, trying to drown out the other team’s support with their yells. The girl’s team sat in the front row of the seats, leading chants as they pointed fingers across the court to their enemy. (Y/N), although she chanting along and partaking in school spirit, kept her eyes on the game, focusing on a particular middle blocker who was easily staring down his opponents.

           The game was at match point with Miyagi U in the lead, but the points kept climbing and with it the chant of players’ names grew louder. Every play was a chance to win. The ball soared over the net into arms the opponent’s libero, sending it directly to the setter with perfect accuracy. On the other side of the net, the players in Miyagi’s white jersey shuffled to their defensive position. Tendou, along with the front line Setter and Wing Spiker, set up a triple block to go against their Ace’s accurate spikes. Tendou watched the setter carefully along with the other wing spikers. Seeing his eyes dash across the net, Tendou followed, taking his two teammates with him. Coming off the Setter’s hands the ball followed the same path as Tendou towards the Ace’s oncoming spike. Mid-air, the spiker looked over the net for an opening only to make eye contact with an ecstatic looking Tendou. The ball hit the court.

           As everyone cheered (Y/N) took her vice grip off of the railing before running down to the entrance of the gym. Tendou was celebrating with his teammates, who weren’t afraid to smack his back or ruffle his hair within the chaos. (Y/N) easily caught his attention though -along with everyone else’s- as she screamed out his name while barreling toward him. Tendou, surprised, opened out his arms to catch the hyper girl before she fell.

           (Y/N) threw a toothy grin up at the younger boy as he easily carried her around, “You’re a monster, you know that?”

           Tendou only held her tighter.

I like to think that (Within the AU) players that come from schools with a particular talent, Date Tech and Ubugawa for example, are the ones that typically get scouted to Miyagi U. But prodigies like Nishinoya, or quirky players like Tendou and Hinata do as well. - Bacon

Posted: 02/07/2020

[haikyuu-loves-thiccies]

Here’s my second fic!! A Futakuchi Kenji x Chubby Reader owo uwu. I hope there aren’t many mistakes ksdnvklsfmm     As manager of the Nekoma Highschool Boy's Volleyball Team, you've learned how to handle devious young men and their prankster ways. What you didn't expect, though, was for a prank to be pulled while all teams were on a training program based camp together. Though, when said out loud, it sounds dumb not to expect something. Yet here you are.     So what was the prank pulled today? Well, it so happens that while you and two other managers- the two girls from Karasuno Highschool, were bathing, those damn Johzenji boys snuck in through one of the windows in the girl's locker room and stole all of your clothes. Now, you're in nothing but a towel, staring at your wide open locker that is now missing every article of clothing you had brought with you, and you only need to take a glance to your right side to see not only the other two girl's lockers open, but also the window the perpetrators used- slowly shutting on its own.     You rush to the window, peering outside to see the backs of two of the yellow clad boys.     “HEY, YOU FUCKERS! YOU'RE NOT GOING TO GET AWAY WITH THIS!” Your shouts startled the boys, and they quickly disappeared back into the hole they crawled out of. You groaned, closing the window with slow anguish. Now what the hell were you going to do? None of you brought your phones into the bath, so it isn't like you could call any of the faculty.     With some dreading hesitance, you drag yourself out back to the bathing room where the other two girls were still wallowing in the water and steam.     “Hey, umm...” You got their attention, but how to word this in a way that won't freak them out? These two girls, Kiyoko and Yachi, were your roommates for the duration of the camp, and as far as you had gotten to know them over the single day it's been, you know Yachi can be very flighty and overact to things. You didn't want to scare the small girl, but you couldn't just.. Not, tell them?     “Listen.. Some damn Johzenji brats snuck into the locker room and th-they took our clothes.” Your voice trailed off on the sentence, clearing your throat awkwardly. Kiyoko's eyebrows raised up, and her eyes widened with clear surprise. Yachi, on the other hand, screamed. Actually screamed. You covered your ears while she vented her horror, and once she had settled, you released your poor, hurting ears, muttering, “That's one way to get the attention of faculty..”     “Are you sure? All of ours?” Kiyoko asked.    “Oh yeah, it's all gone.”     “What are we going to do?!?!” Chimed in Yachi, “I didn't bring my phone, did you, Kiyoko-san?! Oh God you didn't! We're going to die in here as shriveled up prunes without any clothes!!”     “Whoa whoa whoa, Yachi, chill, it's okay.” You reassured, biting back both an amused and amazed chuckle. “I'll just.. go get us new clothes, yeah?”    “What?!” Both girls shrieked in unison.     “You can't do that- I mean you can, but-!”     “What if someone catches you?” Kiyoko finished the first year's expression, her voice exposing the concern that wasn't on her face.     “Then I'll tell them what happened. It'll be okay, right? Besides, if I run into any of the guys who took our clothes, I'll just beat them up!” You reassured with a laugh, but neither of the girls took to your humor.     “Just.. Be careful, Y/n-san, okay?” Yachi tapped her fingers together, looking downward with worry.     “Yeah, yeah. I will. I'll be back, you two just stay here.”     Admittedly, you knew walking around in nothing but a towel was a REALLY stupid idea. First, you had to get out of the bathhouse, which won't be too big of a deal. But once you're out of the safety of the washroom, you'll be out in the open- on the straight path to the dormitories. You'll have to go through the main hall, where who knows who lurks around there, before you'll reach the girl's rooms. The only thing you were sure you had going for you right now was still that the three of you were all roommates, and locking the doors weren't necessary, so you wouldn't have to find a key, or guess whose rooms were whose.     The plan wasn't great, but what else could you do? Go back into the bathhouse and scream your head off with the other two girls until someone hears? Nah, not gonna happen. Besides, if you're lucky enough, you won't run into anyone out here, which will give you time to think up a revenge plan against the Johzenji boys. Perhaps you'd tell Kuroo want happen, and sick the whole cast of the Nekoma Cat-boys on them? That would be fun, sure. But what if you took it upon yourself to give the boys hell? Maybe stole their clothes right back? Nah. You couldn't do that alone- and you sure as hell weren't going to risk getting caught by faculty. Speaking of faculty, should you report this, or let the other two girls report it? No, if you or they did, then the boys would surely get kicked out of the program, and you wouldn't get your revenge! Their pain will be your doing, and your doing alone, dammit!     Peeking out of the bathhouse's door, you were glad to find no one. The path was clear! Quickly, you slipped out the door, clutching your towel tight to your plush body. Sparing no second thoughts about what you were doing, you walked your exposed self to the dormitories.     Just as your hand brushed the cool metal of the main hall's front doors, you heard voices from within the building. Shit. The door was glass, and you could see some of the Karasuno boys team approaching, none had seen you yet- but if you were to spend any more time here staring, they sure as hell will notice you!     You jumped into bushes.     You jumped. Into bushes.     Luckily, this actually worked in your favor! The three Karasuno boys exited the building without so much as a glance to your hiding spot! They walked down the bath, going to the bathhouse and entering the men's side. With a sigh of relief, you removed yourself from the bush, dusting off what leaves and twigs had stuck to your towel, and you entered the mainhall.     No one in sight for your eyes to see, not a sound in range for your ears to hear. Just how it should be, you thought with a pleased grin. You confidently walked from the main room and turned down one of the halls leading to the sleeping rooms. Soon enough, you'll be there, just keep one foot in front of the other, and keep your senses alert for anyone coming your way, Y/n. All will be fine.     All will not be fine. You quickly realized this, as you looked up and came to a dead stop, staring into the eyes- the multiple pairs of eyes, of the Date Tech Boys Volleyball Team.     Your whole body heated up in an instant, sweat threatening to form on your skin as you felt the eyes on you. The boys stared at you, in a curious, shocked wonder. No one said a word or moved a muscle. From Aone, who was just staring, to Futakuchi, whose shoulders were hunched forward and mouth were agape.     With a deep breath, you calmed down as much of yourself as possible, tilted your head up, and kept walking. You walked right past the gaggle of boys, bumping shoulders with Futakuchi as you passed, but you didn't dare look back at them. You mind your business, they'll mind theirs, right?     You could feel the lingering gazes of the boys, but you didn't let them shake you as you disappeared down another hall, and another, until you found yourself at your room's door. Slipping in, you slid down the door and released a breath you were definitely holding for far too long. Now all that's left is to get dressed and bring your poor friend's their clothes.     By next morning, you had decided on your revenge scheme against the Johzenji boys, but you had a nagging worry that the other two girls involved in the prank were going to report the whole thing to faculty. But currently, you were taking care of your own team's water bottles and extra uniforms, when you heard footsteps approaching you. You glanced over your shoulder, expecting one of the familiar cat-boys you've grown attached to, but instead saw a white and teal clad brunette coming your way.     Your body tensed up, recognizing him as Futakuchi Kenji, one of the boys who had saw your plump body in only a towel the night before. Your throat closed up momentarily, and you forced yourself to swallow your nerves. You faced the boy, calmly, raising an eyebrow at him.     “Yes?”     “Hey,” he said, with a slight hesitance that you don't think anyone else would have noticed.     “If this is about last night,” You cut him off before he could speak again, “Just know that I wasn't walking around in a towel because I felt like being a weirdass, it was because of the fuckin' Johzenji boys. They snuck into the girl's locker room and stole me and my friend's clothes. I went to go get us new ones.”     Kenji blinked at you, completely blank for a moment, before his eyes opened wide.     “Wait, they did what now?! Have you reported it- or done like, anything?!”    “Nope.”     “No?!”     “Nah, I'd rather get my revenge than get them kicked out.” You explained calmly, not even looking the brunette in the eyes anymore. Your hands focused on the Nekoma uniforms you were folding, but Futakuchi didn't take the hint and leave.     “What are you gonna do to them?”     “I...” You paused. “I want to give them a taste of their own medicine, but.. I'm scared of getting caught. The other girls they pranked wont help me, I'm sure.”    “I'll help you.”     “Huh!?” Awe was imminent, which only made Kenji grin more.     “You wanna get their clothes out from under their noses, right? Well, I'll make it easy for you, and I'll do it tonight while they're bathing.”    “Wait, why would you do that?” You questioned, not taking this act of “chivalry” lightly.     “Well- I- Um..” Kenji began to stutter, trying to explain himself without giving out his true intentions. “It would be fun! Seeing those idiots running around like chicken's with their heads cut off! Yeah, haha!”     You put down Lev's uniform, giving Kenji your full attention. “You'll seriously risk getting kicked out of camp for a stupid revenge scheme?”     “On one condition.”    You knew it. Your defenses raised- he wants to see you naked- or worse, wants you to get the other girls to be naked for him. What if his condition is even worse- that he'll do it if you fuck him!? You were already growling, ready to destroy this boy for even daring to say something so stupid to you.     “Go on a date with me.”     Okay, not what you were expecting.     “Huh?” Your head tilted, eyes going as wide as saucers. The boy smirked at you, a small blush tinting his cheeks.     “You heard me. If I do this for you, you have to go on a date with me.”     “That's... That's it?”     “That's it.”     You bit your lip, surprised and flustered and everything in between. The options rumbled around in your head, but your brain couldn't decide on what was the most logical thing to do, so your voice picked for you.     “Deal.”

[babiekags]

━ fake love

a kagetsukki fic i’ll go back to write once every blue moon.

━ chapter two

“k-kei..” tobio curses himself at the stuttering because, come on, it’s tsukishima kei. why did the universe hate him so much?

the blonde raises his eyebrow at him, “how long were you out on the balcony, tobio?”

god, he’ll never get used to the way his name sounds rolling off kei’s tongue.

“u-um, not a long time.” tobio tries to play it cool, he hopes that’s what it looks like. “maybe 3 minutes?”

kei’s eyes narrow behind his glasses and tobio is for once thankful that shouyou shows up out of nowhere, jumping between the two giants who both have an easy 20cm+ over him.

“there you two are!” the ginger exclaims, and it’s easy to tell how drunk he is. “tadashi was convinced you guys had left, but i knew you wouldn’t!”

“why were you looking for us in the first place?” tobio speaks, and he’s grateful to catch a break from the bad luck as his voice sounds even.

shouyou’s grin widens, attempting to drag the two boys. “to play truth, dare, or take-a-shot!”

tobio is graced with the knowledge of oikawa’s presence as he pops in from behind him, “hey, chibi-chan! are hajime and i allowed to join, too?”

“of course!” if hinata wasn’t obviously drunk off his ass, tobio wouldn’t definitely thrown him against the wall.

and tobio remembers what kei said earlier to kuroo, or maybe to himself—i’m not drunk enough for this. it’s evident kei’s a full-blown liar tonight when copper eyes meet deep blue, the taller humming and breaking away from hinata to tug tobio to where he hears the most commotion.

“come on, king. neither of us are drunk enough to be here, might as well make it even.”

tobio’s thankful that he’s distanced from oikawa, but he knows that kei isn’t okay, because when even the smarty-pants tsukishima kei wants to get drunk off his ass, there’s problems.

“kei, are you sure—”

“christ, king, live a little, will you?” to try and get his point across, a bottle of beer is shoved to his lips by the blonde and he can’t help but swallow the contents.

okay, maybe kei is a little too drunk.

“tadashi!” tobio calls when they enter the room where he finds everyone in, “your best friend is going to die of alcohol poisoning.”

his comment is barely registered by the green-haired idiot. tobio sighs, wondering why he thought that yamaguchi wouldn’t be piss-drunk as well.

so, he sits a clingy kei down on the couch behind tadashi, who is leaning against the black leather. tobio sits next to kei as shouyou comes back into the room, followed by oikawa and iwaizumi.

hinata beelines for the spot on the floor next to yamaguchi and leans on tobio’s knees before declaring the start of truth, dare, or take-a-shot.

nishinoya spins the bottle in the middle of the lopsided circle they created, to see who goes first. the bottle lands on daichi.

“hm...” tobio doesn’t pay attention to whatever the group decides to make daichi do. his attention is instead caught by kozume, playing on his psp in some dimly-lit corner of the room. and without surprise, kuroo is there, talking to him in a way that reminds him of shouyou, or bokuto. maybe even those guys from johzenji.

and he’d never say it aloud to kei—he’s not risking the iffy almost-friendship they’ve made in the year—but kuroo looks so happy. is that what being in love makes you look like? is that what i looked like with oikawa?

he coughs himself away from the thought and decides to lean forward and grab a shot off the floor, drinking for the hell of it.

“tsukki!” bokuto looks overjoyed when the bottle lands in kei’s direction. tobio almost winces for him but it seems kei’s monotone like always. being with oikawa lowered my guard, tobio grumbles silently. “what should we make you do...”

“kiss the prettiest setter!” nishinoya shouts out his suggestion, eyes sparkling with a familiar mischief. “that’s a thing you guys have, right?” he looks around the room for confirmation, “the pretty setter squad?”

tobio stifles a grin at the mention of the pretty setter squad—a group chat formed by none other than oikawa tooru.

kei pinches the bridge of his nose. tobio wonders just how well he can handle his alcohol because kei looked like a drunkard five minutes ago. “you didn’t even ask truth or dare.”

no one really pays attention to kei as a discussion ensues.

“if he were to kiss the prettiest setter, he’d have to kiss keiji! i’m not allowing that!” bokuto humphs and wraps his arms around a rather tired-looking akaashi.

“in my opinion, it’s obviously kou—”

“shut up, sawamura, we already know you’re heads over heels for mr. refreshing. i’m the real pretty setter, but sorry glasses-kun, i can’t be kissed!”

tobio jolts in his spot after hearing oikawa’s voice and tries his best to not look in the general direction his voice came from.

“i think the prettiest setter is tobio-kun!”

tobio chokes after hearing miya atsumu’s voice, tone cheerful and suggestive. he looks up to find everyone staring between the two of them in amusement while atsumu winks at him.

“i agree,” sakusa mumbles from his corner, and atsumu’s head whips around to turn to him.

“omi-kun!” he screeches, “you’re supposed to say it’s me!”

“i don’t like you.”

“kiss the prettiest setter...” it seems kei has given up trying to get the others to let him choose between truth or dare, something that takes tobio by surprise.

drunk kei equals a weird kei, he comes to conclude.

“well, who are you gonna kiss, tsukki?” tadashi taunts and kei eyes his best friend before looking around the room.

the silence of anticipation that follows after tadashi’s question is broken by kuroo, “i think kenma is—”

and tonight marks the day tobio began cursing kuroo tetsurou because the next thing he knows, kei’s hands are at his waist, pulling their bodies flush together in order to interlock their lips.

yeah, no. tobio wasn’t drunk enough for this.

(not proof-read, ofc)

[heavenbursts-blog]

of simplicity and fortitude. rating. teen and up. ch. 1/23 word count. 5,134 summary. a johzenji-centered / terushima-focused story following terushima’s metamorphosis. as he changes his image to rebel against his parents expectations and regulations, terushima stumbles upon the johzenji volleyball club. what was supposed to be a one time thing suddenly becomes a life consuming thing. he grows, learns, falls, and flies with the rebirth of the johzenji volleyball club.

can also be read here.

Terushima wasn’t a morning person. Not much of a shocker considering he had no concept, or respect , for time. Waking up in the morning was a process. He’d wake up to his alarm only to turn it off and sleep in another fifteen minutes. He would miss school entirely if Bobata didn’t come into his room every morning to drag his ass out of bed. Because best friends did that for one another.

“I’m going to start charging you for this,” Terushima yawned and Bobata rolled his eyes. “How late did you stay up playing video games, huh?”

Terushima began to pick up clothes from the floor, trying to find a shirt that didn’t smell too bad. He grabbed a white one and sniffed, “Ugh yeah no.” he balled it up and threw it into his hamper. “Uh like, a couple of hours? I dunno what time does the sun start to rise—?”

“You’re a mess dude!” Bobata flopped onto Terushima’s bed, pulling out his phone to play some games while Terushima got ready. This was  their daily routine. It started with Terushima being dangerously close to oversleeping until Bobata swooped in to get his ass in gear. Terushima always took extra time getting ready because, if they were to be real, neither one really had the desire to go to school. But they went anyways because Futamata would beat their asses collectively if they didn’t. Again, just best friend things.

“I mean you’re not wrong,” Terushima pulled on a shirt that didn’t smell like ass and pulls on his blazer. He refused to put on the mandatory tie on principle. Ties were a representation of capitalism and oppression! Two things Terushima would never support. “I’m a hot mess, though.” he added in with a wink

Bobata snorted, “Unbelievable. That’s what you are.” Terushima walked over and stood in front of Bobata, backpack hanging off one shoulder. Bobata reached a hand out and urged Terushima to bend down. “Lemme take a look at your hair real quick.”

Terushima’s was going through a metamorphosis. Changing his appearance and dynamics and well, his entire being. A revolution was in process. As Terushima bent he suddenly felt awkward. And he hated it. His transformation was complete now with his hair cut. His natural hair was dark brown. However yesterday, on impulse, Terushima had went to get it cut, styled, and dyed . Now he was rocking a blond undercut that became the cherry on top for his new look. Coupled with his earrings that he got pierced over a week ago and his tongue ring that he got done the same day, Terushima looked like a fully bonafide delinquent.

Which was fine . Delinquent was what he was going for.

Bobata’s hands fell to his hair and carded through Teru’s hair. Teru shut his eyes, stomping down his awkwardness to enjoy the careess. “Mmm, stop that. I might jump you.” Terushima purred.

“Shut up, idiot.” Bobata was having none of Terushima’s shit. Teru laughed, “It feels soft,” Bobata continued his petting slowed. “How’d your parents react?” his voice got quiet. Terushima tensed.

But the tension didn’t last. He was smiling shortly after, standing up straight so they could get a move on. And push through the discomfort of talking about his parents in any way shape or form. “They haven’t seen it yet.” Both his parents were off on a business trip. Nothing too uncommon in the Terushima household. He wasn’t looking forward to their return. But he was looking forward to their reactions once they saw his hair. They would be utterly disappointed and filled with resentment. Terushima could practically see it on their faces now. “Come on, man. Let’s go. I feel like Takeharu’s gonna call us any minute now—”

His phone started going off just as he mentioned their other friend’s name. Bobata threw his head back and cackled while Terushima got his phone. The two were heading out the door as Futamata’s screeching rattled Terushima’s ears. “ How long do you plan on making me wait!? ” Futamata yelled.

Futamata was the final piece to their trio. He lived closer to their school so he would wait up for the two at school. Bobata had been Teru’s friend for years but Futamata had joined their duo in middle school. They all ended up attending the same high school, Johzenji because the three musketeers could never be separated. Such a fate was unacceptable. The three got into so many hijinks the teachers stopped attempting to discipline them. They acted like a domino effect: if one person was going to do somethingfuckinig stupid , you better believe the other two weren’t far behind.

Bobata’s laughter carried as they walked down the street for the train. “Uh, we just put on our clothes.” Terushima covered his mouth to hold back his laughter, moving it away from the phone to shot a look at Bobata. Bobata was snickering along with him, shaking his head.

“Oi! Yuuji! Let’s just stay home today! I’m already tired!” Bobata played along, hitching his voice higher than usual.

“Hmmm, Kazu~” Teru pretended to contemplate the idea. “That sounds like a good plaj. I was gonna rage play after school but why wait till then? I could just rage play now and skip school all together! You in?”

“Oh I’m so in.”

“ You’re both dumb as shit. You’re already at the train station, aren’t you ?” Futamata wasn’t buying their shit and rightfully so. He had to deal with the dynamic duo’s antics all last year. He was immune to their nonsense.

Terushima and Bobata broke out into laughter while they entered the train station. Businessmen, students, and citizens walked haphazardly throughout the station. “Yeah, how’d you know?” Terushima asked through laughter.

“ Because you’re idiots who aren’t that hard to figure out. Can you just hurry up? I’m hiding out in the convenience store a few blocks away from school and I refuse to walk in late without my squad! ”

“Yeah yeah yeah, we’re coming soon. Bobata! Say goodbye to our child!” Terushima held up the phone and Bobata took it, making kissy noises into the receiver.

“Daddy loves you so much we’ll see you soon son!”

“Oh sweetheart,” Terushima cooed, pinching Bobata’s face as they boarded the train. “You’re gonna embarrass him in front of all his friends.”

“ I HATE YOU BOTH GOODBYE! ”

Terushima was met with the angry beeping of an ended phone call. Him and Bobata exchanged glances before breaking out into laughter. They were dumb. But they were dumb funny together and that was the best kind of funny to be.

/

He expected staring. Terushima walked down the halls with his hands in his pockets and his head held tall. As he did, he attempted to pay no mind to the whispers and the pointing from his classmates. Blond hair and piercings were a sure sign of defiance. He knew very well how much he was deviating from the norm with his decision. In the moment, he didn’t give a fuck. Terushima was impulsivity incarnate. He went with his gut first and listened to his head later. He rarely, if at all, experienced regret. Or rather, he didn’t linger long enough on the negative attention to let regret seep into his bones and weigh them down.

Girls stared or moved out of his way as he walked down the hall. Guys tensed, not knowing if they should pick a fight or prepare for a fight. Terushima already had a reputation for being wild. He did what he wanted, when he wanted. But changing his appearance was apparently the last straw for some people. Too bold.  

He walked into his class five minutes late, sliding the door open as his teacher was going through attendance. He ignored the weird ache in his stomach and slapped on his usual, shit-eating smile.

“Mornin’, sensei~! You’re wearing the green suit again? I keep tellin’ ya it doesn’t go with your eyes!” the whispers came again. Some were heated. They asked what he was doing and what the fuck went wrong. Others were envious, commenting how bold of a choice it was to dye his hair blond. He was used to it. He expected this.

The very same thing happened when he pierced his ears. And when people found out his tongue was pierced too? God, he remembered sitting in the teacher’s office for hoursgetting lectured about how appearance was everything and he practically felt his soul astral project out of his body to Pluto.

Keiichi, his teacher, looked annoyed. Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his hands on his hips as Terushima lazily strolled into class towards his seat. “Late again I see, Yuuji-san. Rather than sharing unnecessary comments about my fashion, which is great mind you.”

“Lol yeah okay,” Terushima said just loud enough for the few people around him to hear. The class laughed and he felt energized. He loved this. Loved causing a scene and seeing the reactions he earned afterwards. He was such an attention whore and he wasn’t even ashamed to admit it.

“But you’re late!” Keiichi-sensei pressed, scowl deepening. “Consistently, for the fifth time this week. Which is unacceptable. Therefore, meet me in my office after school.”

Terushima acted as if he hadn’t just heard his teacher’s rant. Perking up delayed a few seconds after. Eyes widened and mouth opened in feigned shock, “Oh what? Sorry I zoned out.”  Terushima bit back on his grin as laughter broke out and his teacher’s glare turned deadly . Boy … if looks could kill. But Terushima felt so satisfied .

Sure, maybe Terushima should down the sass a bit.  Give his teacher a chance to, well teach . But Terushima was feeling so antsy. He blamed the staring and whispers from earlier. The negative attention, though he loved attention and swallowed it up greedily with every chance he got, grated on his nerves more so than he thought they would. He bounced his leg up and down as his teacher continued with class, taking the high road by ignoring him. Terushima snorted.

His teacher was going to get his excess snark to balance the universe out. Such was how the world was going to play out. Class went on without much issues. As time passed people cared less about giving glances and more about their schoolwork. Great, for Terushima! Who could turn his attention to the window because he couldn’t pay a lick of attention for longer than five minutes. Especially on boring content. Terushima would rather wax his legs then sit through fifty minutes reading some dead guy’s poetry who was severely caught in his feelings. He’d just get notes from someone later. Maybe from Mimi-chan. She was cute, and they normally flirted a lot during lunch. So he could hit two birds with one stone easy peesy.

/

Thank God lunch had finally rolled around. Terushima looked down at his notebook. Rather than having taken notes on the math problems they learned, his book was filledwith designs for characters, monsters, anything his mind could think of. He held up his book with a childish-like pride. “Man, Terushima your a Picasso in the making!”

“What’s that, Teru-kun?” Ah, it was Mimi-kun! Terushima lowered his book and in front of him was Yoshida Mimi. They’ve shared classes before their first year of high school. They clicked immediately, Terushima liking her carefree attitude and Mimi liking his no-strings-attached mentality. They hooked up quite a bit last year, and some more continuing into the new school year as well. She was beautiful, in Terushima’s eyes.

Her black curls bounced, framing her round face. Whatever mascara she wore was magical because it made her eyelashes look ten times longer and curlier than what they should have been. And, Terushima’s eyes immediately went to her cleavage and a goofy grin curled on his lips. She had great breasts too.

“Oi! Teru-kun, my eyes are up here.” but there was no venom in her voice. Another thing he digged about this girl was her super chill personality. Any other girl would have slapped him sideways but not Mimi! A true ride or die she was, in Terushima’s eyes. “And you didn’t answer my question.”

“Haha, sorry Mimi-chan. Got distracted,” he stuck out his tongue, leering. but it dissolved into laughter shortly after as Mimi huffed and pulled up a chair to sit by his desk. He laid down his notebook, hands splayed at the ends as he proudly displayed his newest work. “It’s another masterpiece! I title it, Aliens vs Dinosaurs !” he pointed at a T-rex covered in armor holding a sword, facing off against a three-headed alien with a flaming gun. Terushima pointed, “See see! The Aliens have come trying to colonize the Dinosaurs but the Dinosaurs are like fuck that and you man so they’re defending their land!”

Excitement danced through his voice as he rattled off to Mimi more of his story. Mimi laughed, resting her cheek in the palm of her hand. “You’re really talented, ya know? Oh, oh! Draw me next!”

“Hmmmm, maybe~” he didn’t comment on the talented part. He leaned closer, lowering his voice in her ear. “Like a … nude portrait?”

“Ewwww, gross! What foul things are you whispering about during lunch time?” A book dropped onto Terushima’s head. Mimi laughed and Teru stuck his tongue out, caught in the act but not even a least bit ashamed. Bobata, who had dropped the book, stared back with little to no amusement. Though Terushima wouldn’t be fooled. He knew that bastard was smirking underneath his fake deadpan.

Futamata was standing behind him, lips pulled up in a grimace. “Why are you like this?” and then he saw Terushima’s notebook and laughed, “Nice notes you got there, dude. What subject ya’ll working on?”

“This is my masterpiece!” Terushima would put more energy defending his artwork than his own reputation ten times over. “Besides, Mimi-chan was gonna gimmie her notes to copy, right?” he batted his eyelashes and Mimi hummed.

“Maybe~ Depends what I get in return,” her foot rubbed against her leg and the two shared a secretive smile. Futamata gagged and Bobata scoffed, reaching out to grab Terushima by the back of his collar. He gave him a good tug, dragging him up by his feet. “Enough out of you two. Save the nasty for elsewhere! If you keep flirting like this they’re gonna run out of weiner pan,” Bobata said.

He didn’t really have to say anything more after that. Terushima was already halfway out the door, running in place as he waited for his friends to catch up. “Oi! Ya’ll gonna stand there or are we gonna make moves ?”

“I hate him,” Futamata sighed. Mimi laughed, moving back to her group of friends now that Terushima was gone like the wind. They heard distant sounds of gasps, screams, and laughter. The general reaction to a wild Terushima on the loose.

“Yeah, same.” Bobata huffed but they were both grinning as they ran after him.

They found Terushima flirting it up with the lunch lady. Who was significantly older than the three of them combined but age never stopped Terushima . He was chatting her up, asking about her day, trying to finesse extra weiner pans. Everyday he tired to get three instead of one and everyday he failed. But today could be different!

“Come on! Pleaaaaaaaaase!” he whined, laying his body dramatically against the counter. “I’m a growing boy! I’ll starve!”

“I doubt that,” the lunch lady laughed. Bobata and Futamata came just in time to see Terushima throw a fit over being rejected. Again. “Now none of this whining! I tell you the same thing I tell everyone else: you can have extras if there are leftovers .”

“Leftovers? In this economy?” Terushima threw his hands in the air, ready to cause a scene. Bobata and Futamata slipped in underneath his raised arms, snatching their own meals and resting them on their trays. They also got a meal for Terushima. Who, no doubt, forgot to get his main one while he was trying to schmooze the lunch lady over a piece of bread.

“Hey, hey, there’s a line ya goon.” Bobata nudged Terushima with his shoulder.

“But!”

“Let’s goooooo!” Futamata led the fray and the three fell in line as they exited the lunchroom. Their go to spot for lunch was the rooftop. Off limits to students but Futamata had excellent lock picking skills and could get into the rooftop with ease.

The three took their seats on the roof, springtime sunlight shining cooly upon them. The weather was nice. There was a light breeze that made it cool, but not so cold that it was unpleasant. Clouds lazily strolled above their heads , thin and airy.

Terushima took a large bite into his bread as Bobata said, “So your costume change is a big discussion in my class. Well, amongst the girls anyways.”

The blond raised an eyebrow, swallowing, “Why can’t people mind their own business?”

“It’s funny how you act like you’re bothered,” Futamata smirked.

“I am!” a bit, kind of, more so than he’d let on. But also not, at the same time. Because the change was what he wanted. He actively seeked to make a ripple, a disturbance. Just, not from his peers. “Don’t they have something more important to talk about? Like the latest episode of Super Sentai!” another angry bite of his bread, “Now that’s discourse material.”

“Nerd,” Bobata snorted.

“Geek,” Futamata followed suit.

“Shut up!”

“Anyways!” Bobata laid on his back, looking up at the sky. “What do you guys wanna do after school?”

“Hmmm, arcade? We still gotta break the tie between you and Teru on Street Fighter.” Futamata offered.

“Ooo, that’s an idea,” Bobata hummed.

“I gotta meet with my teacher after school.” Terushima jammed his straw into his juice box and slurped, “Apparently my comment on their whack fashion sense was uncalled for   and necessary for reprimand. ” Terushima used air quotes around uncalled for and necessary for reprimand. “But jokes on them! Cause I’m not going.”

“A true rebel with a cause,” Bobata snickered.

“Oi! Can you not come for my neck for like two minutes you little—!” and thus a fight broke out between the two. Like clockwork, their lunches surrounded a two-v-one drag session with the one lone ranger inciting a full out brawl. Terushima had Bobata gripped by the collar, Futamata snapchatting it all, when his phone buzzed.

“Pause!” Terushima, still gripping onto Bobata’s shoulder, pulled out his phone. ONE NEW MESSAGE flashed on the screen. When he opened it and read the message his eyes lit up. “Oh fuck yes!” he typed out his response, his eyes a lit with excitement.

Bobata rested his chin on Teru’s shoulder, peering at his phone. “Oh, it’s from your uncle?”

Terushima’s uncle was perhaps, one of Terushima’s favorite human beings to ever walk the earth. They met once a month, sometimes even more, on the weekends to hang out. He was Terushima’s saving grace on multiple occasions. “Yeah! He just confirmed our plans for this weekend. Ah, I’m so hyped!”

“You’re gonna come back with more fox things, aren’t you?” Bobata teased, flicking the little fox charm that dangled from Terushima’s phone.

Teru sniffed, “They’re cute!”

“For now, until you find something new to obsess over.” Futamata said. “Speaking of obsession, what’s up with you and Yoshida?”

“Noooothin,” Terushima drawled. His phone buzzed again, a new message from his uncle. Then one more time, but it was a message from a girl in the neighboring class. He grinned, saving that text for later. Flirting was, of course, all about the reactions and Terushima learned rather quickly in his debauchery that keeping a good distance always made the heart grow fonder. “We’re still foolin’ around, if that’s what you mean.”

“She has such a thing for you dude,” Bobata shook his head. “It’s a damn shame she’s being wasted on you! Mr. Can’t Handle a Stable Relationship.”

“Mr. Doesn’t Date Anyone for More than Three Days,” Futamata added.

“Mr. Doesn’t Believe in Love,” Bobata grinned.

“Mr. Says he Doesn’t Believe in Love but is Actually the Biggest Hopeless Romantic of all—”

“OKAY SHUT UP I GET IT!” Terushima’s neck grew hot and he threw punches at both Futamata’s and Bobata’s shoulders. “You guys are the worst.”

“True,” they said at the same time.

“Just because ya’ll are jealous.”

Bobata snorted. Futamata gave him the dead eyes and Terushima flipped them off. And like that, they fell into casual routine. Finishing their lunches up as the bell rang. But the sound didn’t rush them one bit. They always took their time getting back to classes. Usually because they were fucking around for so long they lost time. Five minutes after the bell rang they finally made their move. The game plan was to meet by the shoe lockers after school and head to the arcade. Invite some girls along and then maybe finish the night with some karaoke. The later they stayed out, the better.

/

Classes were over and Terushima’s brain sighed in sweet relief. He had no idea what his history teacher spoke about for the last fifty minutes but he could only assume it was something boring and not worth his time. He yawned, leaning back on his chair as the sound of desks being pushed back and chairs being moved echoed in the background. Terushima should stay for cleaning, but then he remembered about his meeting after school. Fuck.

“Oi! Class Rep Izumi!” a brown haired teen with thick, black glasses turned around. “Can you do me a favor?”

Izumi sighed, “I already feel myself aging five years…”

“Aw, love nugget. That’s so sweet. I didn’t know I had such an effect on you~”

“What is it that you want, Terushima-san?” Izumi folded his arms and Terushima grinned, all lazy and catlike.

“Will you—?”

“No I’m not taking your cleaning duties.” Izumi shook his head and went back to moving his desk. Terushima whined, getting up from his feet and walking over to Izumi. Izumi yelped as Terushima’s arms wrapped around his middle, his nose pressing into his shoulder.

“Pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase!”

“Terushima’s begging?” Nico, their other classmate, laughed. “God Terushima where’s your dignity?”

“Um, at home?” he grinned against Izumi’s shoulder, noticing the red that flushed on his neck. Ooo , he blew air against his neck, watching the hair stand up. Izumi’s reaction was priceless! He dropped his desk and turned around, fixing Terushima with a glare. He was shaking, entire face red, and Terushima was cackling , holding his hands by his sides.

“Class Rep, red is such a—such a good color on you—” he wiped at the tears forming in his eyes and went to grab his bag. “So I can leave my clean up duties to you, yeah?”

“What—?”

“—Thanks a million dude!” Terushima patted Izumi’s cheek and bolted out the door before he Izumi had a chance to complain. He snickered, another excellent escape by none other than Terushima! As he darted down the hall people turned to wave at him. Apparently, a day was enough time for people to get used to his change. Good. He waved back at them, his phone buzzing. No doubt getting messages from his group chat with Bobata and Futamata.

“Terushima!” his teacher slid back the door Terushima just ran by, hands on his hips. “Where do you think you are going? We have a meeting right now, remember?”

“Right now?” Terushima jogged in place  at the end of the hallway, “Mmm, maybe tomorrow? Tomorrow works better for me, ya know? Cause time’s a social construct after all and I’ve got plans so, bye!” and he’s off, darting down the hall. He heard footsteps and when he looked over his shoulder he saw his teacher hot on his heels.

Damn, for someone in their mid thirties they can really haul ass.

Terushima ran at full speed down the hallway, cackling all the while. He turned around a corner, jumping onto the railing of the stairs so he could slide down. “And he sticks the landing!” he posed in front of a group of girls who were standing at the bottom of the staircase. Most of them clapped. One just raised her eyebrow at Terushima, unimpressed.

“Were you not amazed the first time? Should I do it again?” he teased, ready to do it again when he heard the teacher’s voice. “Okay another time! Bye girls!” he stumbled a bit before booking it down the hall and outside.

Johzenji’s campus was pretty big. They had two main buildings that connected with an archway. Johzenji looked the best in autumn, when the leaves were changing. There were so many trees that were planted around campus, some people considered it a forest more so than anything else. Johzenji was best known for their academics, above else, which was why they had two buildings dedicated to academics. Terushima couldn’t escape to the western building, where other classes were held. The teachers would rat him out immediately.

So he went for the gym, which was one of the smaller buildings on campus. With any luck, he could hide in there for a few minutes until the coast was clear and then text his friends that he was safe and sound and ready for debauchery. He slipped into the gym, panting and ran for the nearest hiding spot: the storage room. Thankfully, no—luckily—the door was unlocked. So he slipped inside without a hitch. He hid behind one of the jumping boards and waited.

A few minutes passed before he decided to check his phone. “Dammit! No bars,” he couldn’t even send a hey guys the teacher’s got it out for me so if I die Bobata, you get my games and Futamata you get… all my love text. “I’ll just dip then,” he went to stand up when the door opened. Jumping, he’s expecting it to be the teacher who sniffed him out with their greyhound nose.

Instead, it’s some dude with a buzzcut he’s never seen before. And by his side was, probably, one of the prettiest girls Terushima had ever seen. He blinked. They stared back. Terushima immediately assumed they were staring at him because of his appearance, and he bristled. Ready for a fight when Buzzcut spoke up.

“You here for tryouts?” he smiled softly, but there was a hint of excitement mixed with anticipation in his eyes that made Terushima feel… odd. Terushima was not… expecting that.

“Uh—” words, use your words . “No I—” there’s movement outside. He heard voices. The squeaking of sneakers against gymnasium floors. And above them all, he heard the voice of his teacher. He tensed again. Buzzcut and Pretty Brunette shared looks before Terushima heard the teacher’s voice grow closer. He gasped and ducked back down behind his hiding spot.

“Hey you two,” Keiichi wiped the sweat from his brow, fanning himself. “Have you seen, have you seen a student go by here? Blond hair? Piercings?”

Terushima’s heart flew up to his throat. They were gonna rat him out. He felt it in his bones. That soft smile be damned. All they had to do was mention seeing him and he was—

“Nope,” Buzzcut said. “Sorry, sensei.”

“If he comes by we’ll let you know,” Pretty Brunette followed.

The teacher disappeared. Buzzcut turned his gaze back to Terushima who was rising up again now that the coast was clear. Surprise colored Terushima’s face. He didn’t even bother to hide it.

“What? You thought we were going to rat you out or something?” rather than sounding offended, Buzzcut actually looked amused.

“Yes. 100% absolutely definitely,” his response came with little to no hesitation.

Pretty Brunette, God he needed to know her name out of principle, crossed her arms. “Just like you to not leave a stranger in need, Seiji-san.” she sighed, casting a glance over at Terushima. He winked in response and she scowled. “Even if they’re troublesome.”

“Trouble’s the new sexy, haven’t you heard?” Terushima maybe do less?

Buzzcut—no wait, his name was Seiji, laughed. “He’s funny, Hana-san. And he appeared just in time for tryouts. Which you’ll be staying for, right… ah, what’s your name?”

“Terushima Yuuji. And no! I won’t be staying for tryouts. I got a basketball game tomorrow and I’m running late for it so—Thanks for the offer!”

“Wait!” Seiji grabbed Terushima by the arm as he walked by, releasing when Teru shot him a look. “Ah, sorry. I—it would be a waste if you didn’t try out. Since you’re here after all.”

“Me?” Teru raised an eyebrow, “Try out for volleyball? I’ve never played.”

“That’s fine!” Seiji smiled and Hana shot him a look. “Terushima-san, was it? I actually saw you running into our shed. You’re fast, and you look like you’re really athletic. You’d be a great asset to the team if you tried out.”

This was a joke, right? It had to be a joke. Terushima had never joined an organized sport before. But no, the look in Seiji’s eyes said he was very serious. Ah, his phone buzzed again in his pocket. He looked down and there were ten new messages from his group chat and a few messages from Mimi. He should go. He really should but.

He made the mistake of looking over his shoulder. The team was warming up with sets and spikes. He watched in utter fascination as the ball was set and a player ran up by the ride side, jumping in the air, and spiking it down the other side of the net with great force. The sound of the spike resonated with Terushima. He looked at the spikers jumping and suddenly, he wanted to do it to. It looked fun. And it was just for a few hours.

He turned back to Seiji and Hana, and Seiji was looking at him as if he already knew the answer. Terushima shrugged, feigning nonchalance even though the smile on his face was pure giddy excitement. “Yeah sure. Okay. You saved my ass back there so why not.” He’d try out today, at least to repay the favor. He’d also explain to Bobata and Futamata why he bailed, which they’d hopefully understand. And then tomorrow he’d get back into his routine of fuckery incarnate and avoid the gym at all costs so he didn’t have to go back the next day.

Yeah. That’d work.

“Awesome!” wow, Terushima winced from how bright Seiji’s smile was. He had one of those smiles that made you want to trust him with all your secrets and then some. He patted Terushima on the shoulder. “Let’s go get you a penny and a change of clothes.”

[spitefulgames]

Terushima buzzed with nothing but bright and positive energy that nearly but the sun to shame. It was a pleasantly warm day, just a tad on the hotter side but not too much. Yuuji was dressed for the weather, wide brim sunhat, sunglasses, a shirt he stole from Milin, shorts, and flip-flops.

Over the years he'd got comfortable enough to hold Milin's hand, it now bringing him comfort more than anything. Holding the bigger hand in his did still paint his cheeks pink, but it didn't render him a useless mess like before.

"Ooh! Can we get some?" he asks, pointing at a fast food stall, giving Milin's hand a tug and an expectant look.

@teruuji​

A sweet smile curled Milin’s lips as the tugging on his hand brought his attention back to the face of his boyfriend. Ugh what a cute look he had on right now. Raising a brow at him as he turned his eyes towards the stall that he was pointing at. He was wearing something similar to Yuuji minus the hat, a bag on his shoulder that had their belongings in it.

   “Sure~ Let’s go.”.

He supposed he could spoil Yuji a little~ They were out on a nice outing together, alone for the first time in a while. School and Volleyball had been keeping them busy before the summer vacation had started. His fingers squeezed Yuji’s softly, maneuvering to lace them together as he pulled Yuji towards the food stall.

Stopping at the counter so that they could look over what was being cooked. 

   “What do you want to get?”.

Fried octopus balls sounded good, but it was a little too hot for that. Maybe he’d get some ice cream.

[spitefulgames]

The stupid hand kiss after his pick up line is ridiculously sweet and it is messing him up on five different levels. Having his hand held at the same time did not help. Yuuji gently pulled his hand away and instead leans against Milin and rests his head against Milin's shoulder, taking the hand that had held his, playing with the fingers, smiling a little. "Mm... yeah... but that's just because I like you," he admits, showing a bit more vulnerable side to himself, "when you smile... when you smile it's like any and all worries are insignificant, and I can breathe more easy, if that makes sense?"

   He watched Yuuji with a rather curious look on his face, though it become a fierce blush at the admittance. He shifts a little and gives a gentle exhale.

“Is...Is that right?”.

   His face heats drastically as he reached up with his free hand, turning yuuji’s head up towards him.

“I...idiot...When you say things like that...It makes you too damn cute.”.

   His cheeks puffed out a little but he wasn’t unhappy. Leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to his lips, his hand cupping yuuji’s cheek gently. Stroking his thumb across the skin oh so lightly. He pulled back slowly, brushing their lips together still with a gentle sigh.

“You’re going to make my heart burst you know that~”.

@mangher

[spitefulgames]

"Did the sun come out or did you just smile at me?" ✨✨✨

   It was easy to see the joy that really lit up Milin’s face as he let a rather genuine grinning smile spread across his expression. Flushed cheeks reddening as he gave a laugh. Reaching out and grabbing Teru’s hand, he laced their fingers together. Bringing his hand up and pressing a kiss to the back of it softly, smiling against the skin.

          “Does that mean my smile makes you feel warm and happy?”.

@teruuji

[spitefulgames]

"Are you French? Because Eiffel for you. " // milinnn

   Oh man his stomach was going to start hurting if Yuuji kept up with this. A soft wheeze escaped him as he leaned over against his boyfriend. Gently pressing the back of his book against Yuuji’s face. He was already quivering with laughter.

          “S-stop. Oh my god. Where are you getting these? do you have a book of bad puns?”.

@teruuji