#asahi x ticklish reader

[italeean]

HIHI ELLE!! AAAAAAAA CONGRATS ON 350 FOLLOWERS!! YOURE SO COOOL!! Remember me when you’re famous 😞✊ I know I’m not rly in the t community but I hope it’s okay I send an ask for the event?? My hobbies are reading, writing, drawing, painting, sculpting, video editing, and video games. I love psychology and literature, both classic and more recent. I also like webtoons and manwhas. I don’t like parties or big groups of people, or watching sports. I prefer one on one interaction or small groups of people, and going outdoors and exploring rather than going to a crowded place in a city. I hope it’s ok I participate in this event if I’m not too much into the t community, but I’m very much so a ler. For the fandom I’ll go with Haikyuu, platonic relationship, and I have no gender preference. Tysm in advance if you accept!! 😻😻💙💙

Waaaahh hello my dear ❤️❤️ It was such a pleasant surprise to see you participate 🥹 Thank you so so much... you're so kind and sweet and cool!!! I hope you'll enjoy your match-up ❤️🍡 *some dango for you*

🔮 For this event, I match you up with... ASAHI

🔮 Why did I choose him for you?

• First of all, Asahi is not the biggest social butterfly out there (no offense obviously) so I think you'd enjoy hanging out with one another • He's also very athletic, which means you'd be able to go out and explore all you'd like • He's also a very good listener, so you could tell him about psychology theories or interpretations of classic and modern literature • I also see him as the kind of guy who'd get invested in the books you tell him about to understand you better • You could also join the third-years during the visit to the temple for New Year's, or just hang out with them!! • I can totally see you sneaking a few pokes to Asahi's sides when he gets too anxious... it's a little subtle thing you do to make him snap out of his spiral of negative thoughts • You could also help him with his designs, since he becomes a designer and you like drawing • He'd totally use your art pieces, may it be drawings, sculptures or video edits, for his fashion lines • 6 words for you: VIDEOGAME. NIGHTS. WITH. HIM. AND. NOYA. • You could probably tickle him also when he gets too invested in his work and basically forgets he's a human being with physiological needs... you know, just to "kindly invite" him to take care of himself • I also have the feeling that Asahi would be a little more talkative with you because he'd be more comfortable with hanging out alone with you and his anxiety would be much more bearable • I see your friendship as a quiet one, full of mutual listening and quality time... both you and Asahi are the kind of friends everyone needs

🔮 Tickle scenario

The sun, the chirping birds, the fresh air, the quiet swish of a nearby torrent, the sound of your steps... this was your ideal afternoon. Just you and your best friend Asahi.

It was refreshing both for you and for Asahi. Even if he was Karasuno's ace and had gained poularity after the sudden rising of the volleyball team, he didn't exactly like the popularity or the fangirls that constantly tried to be around him. Obviously he was always respected with everyone who approached him, but sometimes he felt the need to get away and just spend some time in total peace and quiet, and when he needed that peace and quiet, you were the only person he wanted to be with.

You weren't boyfriend and girlfriend, and you've never even had a crush on one another. You were best friends, and from a certain perspective you even had a deeper bond compared to a couple who has recently started dating.

Asahi was a very quiet and reserved person, who sometimes had difficulties with expressing how he felt, but you could always tell what was going through his mind without him saying anything. The ideal afternoon for both of you was being together just the two of you reading, talking or taking a walk in the nature, just like you were doing today.

You had just reached your usual spot near the torrent, where you usually took a break before going back home. "Ah... I really needed that, thanks Asahi." You smiled thankfully at the ace, who sheepishly smiled right back at you.

"Anytime, and honestly I needed that, too." The tall guy replied, "So, how's school going? Are you doing something interesting in literature class?" He sat down on the grass and patted the spot right next to him, inviting you to sit next to him.

"Oh yeah, I really like both the author we're analyzing and how the teacher explains it!" You took your seat next to your friend, "What about you? I hope that the last year of high school isn't too brutal." "Well..." he began, "I won't deny that it's very difficult, but I'm managing!"

"I'm sure you're taking care of yourself though, right?" You inquired while raising your eyebrow in an inquisitive way. "Well..." He scratched the back of his head, and that was all you needed to hear.

"How. Many. Times. Did. I. Tell. You. That. You. Gotta. Take. Care. Of. Yourself?!" You scolded him, emphasizing every word with a poke to his torso. "Ah! He-heyyy..!" Asahi tried in vain to escape your pokes, "I-i knohow... but- no wait!"

You didn't even let him finish his excuses, you just went for his stomach and scribbled your fingers all over the soft skin, protected by the thin fabric of the shirt.

It didn't take him long to give up. Despite his menacing aspect, he was quite weak to tickling, which you obviously knew as his best friend. "AAAHAHAHAHAHA okaHAhay Ihihi gihihiveHEHEhe..!" He pleaded, and you stopped. You were feeling quite merciful. "Fine, but you better take care of yourself from now on!" You pouted.

Asahi chuckled and gave you some headpats. "Fine, fine... you win..." He laid in the grass and glanced at the clear blue sky. You did the same, but before that, you grabbed your backpack, took out a packet of nikuman and gave it to the tall guy.

"Eat this, I imagined you weren't taking care of yourself so I grabbed something from Ukai-san's shop." Asahi thanked you and stared eating immediately. "So," he said "tell me about that book you're reading..."

[otomiyaa]

Sugawara x Ticklish Reader

Romantic + 06. "Could you... do that to me?" Requested by @carrie-tate for my 1K Followers Event 🌻

Dating Sugawara was quite something. You only met him after he graduated from Karasuno High School, but from regular reunions and hangouts with his friends from his volleyball days, you knew he was the friendly senpai back then.

"Sehehenpai noooo! Gaaaahh!" You watched how the lively Hinata Shouyou ran around the park, chased by Suga who eventually caught him around his middle. Pulling him down in the grass, he then started to tickle Hinata mercilessly.

"Woah...." you mumbled, watching them. You weren't together that long yet and there were many things to discover. Still, seeing him behave like a tickle monster was something you never could've imagined. To you, he was more the gentle massage-type of guy.

"Yeah, haha," Daichi laughed, shaking his head.

"Hasn't changed at all," Asahi said.

"What, you think that graduating would stop me from doing this?" Suga with excellent hearing called out despite Hinata's hysterical cackles.

"SPAHAHARE MEEEE!" He was so dramatic, but you couldn't blame him. Your eyes were glued to Suga's fingers. The way they made an entire musical out of tiny Hinata with just little effort was just magical.

Only when Hinata could barely breathe or speak, Suga returned to your side and let you snuggle against him while you enjoyed the picnic.

Meanwhile, you couldn't stop thinking....

"Are you okay? You've been a little absent."

Oh. Before you knew it, it was already a few hours since the hangout ended, and you were at your place with Suga next to you on the couch.

True, you couldn't stop thinking about playful Suga. With you he was still very gentle and caring. You felt like you were ready for the more playful kind of relationship, but how to say it without making a fool of yourself?

"U-uh, well... I was thinking... T-this afternoon," you started, and you struggled to find the right words.

"Oh no, were you too bored? Or were my friends rude to you? I'm so sorry! I should've been more careful," Suga immediately apologized.

You quickly shook your head. "No, not at all! Just... T-the thing you did uh... To Hinata..." You fiddled with your fingers, and somehow from the look on his face, you had an idea that Suga was starting to understand you already. You were that nervous and flustered after all.

"What about it...?" Suga asked when you paused for too long. You shut your eyes and covered them with your hands too, hiding yourself completely.

"C-could eh... Could you... do that to me?" you said in a soft voice.

"....." The silence really made you want to explode!!!

"I m-m-mean n-never mind, forget what I said!" you squeaked, but suddenly you felt two hands on your sides and you tensed up instantly.

"You mean, this?" Suga carefully brushed his fingers against your sides, and you felt a giggle almost make its escape. When you only trembled slightly but didn't protest, he started to tickle you more, his fingers wiggling gently against your sides.

With your hands still covering your eyes, you felt how you started to giggle and you fell against him.

"Did you want that? If I misunderstand, please tell me," Suga said and he kissed your head. Meanwhile his fingers were now tickling you with a little more pressure, dancing playfully up and down your sides and scribbling all over your stomach.

At last you dared to move your hands down, or well, were actually forced to because you were that ticklish.

"Hehehe! Yehehes!" you laughed, squirming against him. Suga chuckled.

"Yes, you want it? Or Yes, I misunderstand?" Probably from your body language and reactions he already figured out the answer, but he still needed to tease you by making you say it.

You shook your head and continued laughing.

"No? What is it now?" Suga asked in fake confusion. You gasped when he pulled you on his lap. He playfully tickled your tummy, causing you to squirm and dance on top of him.

"Eeeehehhee! Wahah- It tihihickles!" you laughed, arching your back and almost sliding off him.

"It tickles? Really?" He grabbed you under your arms to pull you back, and immediately found out how ticklish your armpits were.

"AAHahack! Wahahhah!" Your laughter was now louder than before, especially when he finally positioned you back on the couch and climbed on top of you. In that position, he tested the sensitivity of your armpits some more.

"Hehehehe! Ahahah!" You sensed that he was still holding back compared to how he would tickle Hinata or his other friends, but still, you were happy you could be playful like this together and enjoyed the way he dared to tease you.

Eventually he stopped and held you in his arms while you caught your breath.

"I'm glad you asked," he said, and you rested comfortably against him.

"Hmm?" You glanced curiously at him, and saw the bright smile on his face.

"I've been wanting to tickle you like this, but just wasn't sure whether I could."

Ah, he was so kind. Today during the hangout with his friends, you learned he could be very energetic and playful with the guys, but with you he was just being extra careful.

"No need to hold yourself back with me," you told him with a smile.

His gentle smile turned into a smirk, and you gulped. "Really? Well thank you for letting me know~!" And before you could say another thing, he was tickling you again. Still the way more gentle version, but definitely a little more merciless than just now.

"Wahahahait- I wahahasn't- nahahaha!"

You had barely recovered from the first tickle attack and were now laughing more and louder as you suffered from his second attack. Hehe, that was definitely already more like it!!

[lizandbo]

tickle fights w/ hq bois

Kk I’m just really bored...osamus is pretty unrealistic for his personality but lets just roll with it 

Warnings:cursing and a slight spice into the mix but mostly just fluff

Osamu

- Ngl he loves it

- the two of you guys were in the kitchen makin somethin as usual yk, making and learning new recipes with your endearing boyfie

- you had to wait till the food is done do you can taste test the food  that just sprang hot from the oven

-not much goin on...just sitting next to each other like normal 

- until osamu decided to frantically run his fingers along the sides of your stomach

- you let a little giggle slide here and there..not much like i said 

- then fucking, he just fully on death griped onto you and tackled yo on the couch with him hovering you

- your laughter was growing heavier by the second since osamu was trying to get you to laugh more by tickling yo armpits

- y’all sounded like a fucking heard of elephants came into your house or something 

- or more like a heyna 

- even then he wont stop

- he wont stop till you beg him

- “’SAMUUUUHU, STAHAHAP pleeaswes—- BLehhHA i-i sahaid STAPPPHEEE”

- “only if you do what your told”

- “ANDDHA, what thAAAAEEttTtTtT??!?!”

- “do all of my laundry for this week, and also atsumu said he cant do his tonight so you’ll have to do his too~”

- godamn it why does osamu have this monotone face when he’s nearly killing you with tickles underneath him??

Tsukishima

- ^This is basically reacts towards to you asking him if he can tickle you

- alright lemme get you straight... doesnt everybody want to  get ticked from time to time cuz its bored as hell??

- only if he knew what’s its like to be tickled 

- so now you on your bed scrolling through tumblr ya know..the usual he comes with out you noticing tat his presence was basically around you 

- friendly reminder, he doesnt give a shit bout you actually dying cuz of laughter, drooling? Who tf cares, biting him of the laughing pain? Ouchies, but ok

- with out no fuckign warning,  he’s tickling the under of your chin and neck cuz its extra sensitive there

- fucking scared you to death instead of laughing to death

- i mean you asked for it so he wanted to make the most fo it becuase he’s a salty bitch that loves dinos and tickling you

- “TSUeekiiIiIiiiIiI WHAAA!” Your screaming literally almost broke ya godamn windows - “you asked for it moron, you wanted it didnt you? Why now complaining?”

- why does tsuki act like he ain’t doing something so sudden to ya??

- he ruins the godamn moment by slapping your ass and receiving a little squeak from you, and yet again another fuckign sudden action

- “dont just tell me to do it, tickle attacks always have to be a surprise. It’s a achievement if you survive my tickle attacks, i just have enough sense to stop becuase i dont want ally ou blood to go to your brain while doing so”

- dont tell me tsuki ain’t soft bean sometimes

Yamaguchi

-what did you do to deserve this

- do.not.tell.me yams isn’t the king of fucking tickles (I almost put ticksXD)

- but like hello do it a soft way yamaguchiiii

- he tends to tickle you a lot so its very common in yo relationship together

- but this night was something different... surprisingly it was during you wanting to watch a movie after the third time wathcing the same one

- the two of you cuddled on th couch with him spooning you 

- he had his fingers interlaced

- keyword: had

- and his hands were roaming were the ticklish spots were 

- he knows your body so well, especially your sensitive spots 

- before wandering his hands technically everywhere, you ddint really noticed it becuase it was 1. Out of habit from your bf always touching you becuase he loves your body, and 2. He’s always tickling you no matter what so your used to the affection that was thrown out at you

- he moves his hand to you tummy, exposing the skin from tugging the hem of your shirt, and buy yo belly 

- yams does this a lot too

- then he’s tapping your tum tum as a warning sign

- but you too focused on the movie that was playing

- and holy shit did you wanted to obliged that warning becuase he was just ripping frantically moving his pointer finger into yo navel

- making you laugh in the progress and beggin for him to stop, he completely ignored your request 

- by the time your hiccuping he moves on into another location on yo body 

- he goes smack dab in the middle of your chest and slowly but casually dancing his fingers upwards to reach your chin 

- your bear clawing his arm to immediately stop but he just wont budge

- “yaMAHAHA PLWEAHEASEZZZZZ sTahAaPpPpP MAH THROAHAOUT HARTSTTSZAH CAHSQUWEE” 

- “Nono baby”

Asahi

- he loves tickling you cuz he likes to see you smile cuz it makes his heart warm...but he doesn’t want to hurt you either 

- tickle attacks are pretty rare, but memorizing at the same time

- he kinda jus..engulfed you while cuddling 

- you asked if he can tickle you...and he has the most worrisome face on da planet 

- “well why would i do that?? What if i hurt you during the process?? I mean-”

- “babe, it’s okay, your not gonna hurt me by tickling me”

- “but what if i do”

- “istg your a fucking giant teddy bear”

-  “what do you mean by that?”

- “welp, idk you always worry if yo goons hurt somebody because of your broad shoulder or specific size”

- you let your fingers dance across his shoulders making him flinch by the sudden action

- oh how the tables have turned 

- for once in a fucking lifetime you let out his inner strength and fucking smirks like he’s gonna pull off something so sexy to only find him shimmering his fingers on your neck 

- okokok now its a two on, challenge fucking ACCPETED LIKE TWO FREAKING MONTHS AGO

- the both if your finger danced along the skin that until your guys’s fingers got numb, the two of you laughed and smiled your lil hearts out to one and the other 

- asahi pulled you into a hug that was really sweet after you had your fit of Giggles, and soon enough you guys went to sleep on top of each other from all the movement into the fight of the tickles

[giggly-squiggily]

Masterlist (Headcanons To Dabbles)

Heyo! My Sentence Starters/Headcanons To Dabbles List was getting long, so I decided to separate the two :D

(Totally didn’t do it for a reason to use a Kurama gif what are you talking about)

Full Masterlist

Updated: 5/19/23

Black Clover

Black Bulls Tickle Royale! (Group Tickles: Black Bulls)

Blue Lock

Cuddles? (Lee!Niko, Ler!Isagi)

Crimes In Glam (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Aryu)

Brat (Lee!Rin, Ler!Bachira)

Moody (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Isagi, Nagi, Barou)

Not Ticklish (Chigiri x Reader)

Respect (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Barou, Nagi)

Sacrificial Lambs (Lees!Isagi, Chigiri, Ler!Gagamaru)

Simba (Lee!Chigiri, Ler!Kunigami)

Whatcha Say? (Lee!Chigiri, Lers!Bachira, Isagi, Kunigami)

Wet Willy! (Lee!Kunigami, Ler!Bachira)

Buddy Daddies

Iity Bitty (Lee!Rei, Ler!Kazuki)

Lesson Not-Learned (Lee!Miri, Lers!Rei, Kazuki)

Bungo Stray Dogs

“Back” To Work (Lee!Dazai, Ler!Kunikida)

The Empiricists Have No Clothes (Lee!Kunikida, Ler!Reader)

Ushanka (Lee!Fyodor, Ler!Reader)

Chainsaw Man

Suckers (Lee!Yoshida, Ler!Octopus Devil)

Collar x Malice

Distraction! (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Experiment (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Kageyuki)

Multi-tasker (Lee!Ichika, Ler!Takeru)

Danganronpa

Do The Thing? (Lee!Maki, Ler!Kaede)

Check-In! (Lee!Taka, Lers!Mondo, Leon, Chihiro)

Cheer Up, Kiyo! (Lee!Korekiyo, Ler!Gonta)

Come here (Hajime x Platonic!Reader)

Company (Lee!Shuichi, Ler!Kokichi)

Foot Rest (Lee!Yasuhiro, Ler!Mondo)

Sweet Talk (Nagito x Reader)

Demon Slayer

Air Tickles (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Hantengu Clones)

All Ears (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Cupid (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Douma's Army (Lee!Daki, Gyutaro, Kaigaku, Ler!Gyokko)

Drummer Boy and The Pesky Spider (Lee!Kyogai, Ler!Rui)

Eyes On Me (Lee!Koku, Ler!Douma)

Five Seconds (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Fluster (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Future Sightings (Lee!Kokushibou, Ler!Douma)

Gone In The Wind (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Sanemi)

Heat Of The Moment (Lee!Douma, Ler!Akaza)

Keen Sense Of Hearing (Lee!Tanjiro, Inosuke, Ler!Zenitsu)

Kibble (Lee!Roark, Lers!Pokemon)

Lavender Fly (Lee!Giyu, Ler!Shinobu)

Medicine (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Shinobu)

Messed With The Wrong Demon (Lee!Douma, Ler!Koku)

Mending (Lee!Genya, Ler!Sanemi)

Ribs (Lee!Gyutaro, Ler!Rui)

Run (Lee!Rui, Ler!Douma)

Sit With Me (Lee!Gyomei, Ler!Kagaya)

Spell It For Me (Lee!Sanemi, Ler!Tengen)

Stripes (Lee!Akaza, Ler!Douma)

Taisho Era Tickle Monster (Switch!Tanjiro, Lees!Zenitsu, Nezuko)

(Tickle) Fight Me! (Lee!Inosuke, Ler!Tanjiiro)

Team Work Makes The Dream Work (Lee!Tengen, Lers!Sanemi, Giyu)

Thick Skin (Lee!Douma, Lers!Daki, Rui)

What I Like About You (Lee!Douma, Ler!Kokushibou)

Who’s Better? (Lees!Sanemi, Muichiro, Lers!Tengen, Rengoku)

Dr Stone

Flower Language (Lee!Gen, Ler!Senku)

I Smell A Storm (Lee!Tsukasa, Ler!Ryusui)

Returning Hug (Lee!Ryusui, Ler!Tsukasa)

Fire Emblem

Retainer's Contribution (Lee!Sylvain, Lers!Dimitri, Dedue)

Splitting Sides (Lee!Claude, Ler!Hilda)

Fire Force

Begone, Devil! (Lee!Shinra, Ler!Arthur)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club

Temper Tantrum (Lee!Rin, Ler!Nitori)

Fruits Basket

Rival (Lee!Nao, Ler!Yuki)

Haikyuu!!

Bicker Buddies (Lees!Hinata, Kageyama, Ler!Asahi)

Buzzing (Lee!Yamaguchi, Ler!Tsukishima)

Challenge Time (Lee!Suga, Ler!Yamaguchi)

Don’t Panic! (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Jokes On You (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Tanaka, Noya)

Sneak (Lee!Tsukishima, Lers!Bokuto, Kuroo, Akaashi)

Will you? (Lee!Kenma, Ler!Kuroo)

Wrestling (Lee!Hinata, Ler!Kageyama)

Heartstopper

Breakfast Awaits! (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Blush (Switches!Charlie, Nick)

Chub (Lee!Nick, Ler!Charlie)

Cutie (Lee!Charlie, Ler!Nick)

I know Him Best! (Lee!Charlie, Lers!Tao, Nick)

Hunter x Hunter

Secret (Switches!Gon, Killua)

Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure

Birthmark (Lee!Jotaro, Ler!Kakyoin)

Tiramisu (Lee!Giorno, Ler!Bruno)

Weekly Antics (Lee!Abbachio, Switch!Giorno, Ler!Mista)

The World (Lees!Jotaro, Okuyasu, Koichi, Ler!Jotaro)

Komi Can’t Communicate

Mood (Lee!Katai, Ler!Tadano)

My Hero Academia

Back Rub (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Shinsou)

Brotherly Antics (Lee!Ojiro, Ler!Bakugou)

Can We Try It? (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Mirko)

Catch Me! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Todoroki)

Feathers (Lees!Bakugou, Midoriya, Ler!Hawks)

Feather Sensitive (Lee!Hawks, Ler!Dabi)

Fish Out Of Water (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Kirishima)

Fucking Adorable (Lee!Torodoki, Ler!Bakugou)

Fluster (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Deku)

Game Over (Lee!Shigaraki, Lers!Dabi, Spinner)

I Spy A Tickle Monster! (Lee!Hagakure, Ler!Ojiro)

Laugh It Off (Lee!Endeavor, Jeanist, Ler!Hawks)

Manicure! (LeeKanimari, Ler!Mina)

Muscle Groups (Switches!Bakugou, Midoriya)

Palms Up! (Switches!Bakugou, Todoroki, Midoriya)

Play With Me! (Lees!Tokoyami, Tsuyu, Shoji, Ler!Dark Shadow)

Shoulders (Lee!Bakugou, Ler!Todoroki)

Softie (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Midoriya)

The Claw! (Lee!Midoriya, Ler!Kirishima)

Wakey, Wakey! (Lee!Todoroki, Ler!Sero)

Pokemon

My Dearest, Maxie (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Feathery Flurry! (Trainer Reader, Talonflame)

Gem (Trainer Reader, Sableye)

Ghost Army Tickle Attack! (Lee!Raihan, Ler!Allister)

Glint (Lee!Volkner, Ler!Roark)

Lack Of Direction (Lee!Gold, Ler!Aipom)

Land Vs. Water (Switch!Maxie, Archie)

Lesson Plan (Lee!Claval, Ler!Tyme)

Mermaiding (Hardenshipping)

Nibbles (Trainer Reader, Hydreigon)

Poke The Bewear (Hardenshipping)

Stay Still (Lee!Roark, Ler!Reader)

Thunderstorms (Lee!Maxie, Ler!Archie)

Wooloo Goof! (Lee!Hop, Leon, Ler!Wooloo)

Sk8 The Infinity

Best Win Yet (Lee!Langa, Ler!Reki)

Movie Night (Lee!Kojiro, Ler!Karou)

Spy x Family

Agent Mama On The Move! (Lees!Loid, Anya, Ler!Yor)

Give It Back! (Lee!Loid, Ler!Franky)

[coffeeaddictwithproblems]

brain rot headcanons

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feat: various haikyuu x gn!reader

notes: fluff, crack, 0.2k words

links: one, three, four

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IWAIZUMI’S sides are super ticklish, it’s his biggest weak spot

HINATA still takes bubble baths. He even has a little rubber duck friend called Captain Quacks

YACHI loves butterflies and knows the name of many different species

NISHINOYA and TANAKA have a secret handshake that they’ve used for years

SEMI hums to himself and taps his fingers on every surface like he’s making music that only he hears

When ASAHI shops, he stops at the candle section to smell the new candles

BOKUTO has stretch marks on his thighs, arms, and waist

OIKAWA knows the name of every constellation and star in the night sky

ASAHI absolutely loves when you play with his hair, even if it’s simply running your fingers through it, he will melt

Whenever ATSUMU and OSAMU fight, you or one of the team members have to act as the messenger between the two

TSUKISHIMA interlocks his pinky with yours so you know he’s there

AKAASHI stops to smell the flowers

OSAMU teaches cooking classes in his spare time. ATSUMU has stopped by once or twice

On a similar vein, OSAMU teaches you how to make your favorite dishes so you can make them yourself when he’s not able to

SEMI writes down pieces of poems and songs on sticky notes so he doesn’t forget them

The KARASUNO team stops by UKAI’S shop when days are especially slow

TENDŌ teaches USHIJIMA jokes and memes, even if USHIJIMA doesn’t always understand

KUROO has a picture saved in his phone of KENMA wearing a maid outfit

Furthermore, KENMA doesn’t know how or when he got it

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[ticklygiggles]

Masterlist - Fanfiction

Banana Fish

“Happines” | ShorAshEiji - Lee!Eiji

"The Eiji" | ShorAshEiji - Lee!Eiji

Bungou Stray Dogs

-. “Do I have to tickle you out of bed again?” | Dazaku - Lee!Akutagawa

-. “Run. Now.” | Soukoku - Lee!Dazai

36. “You fucking scared me!” - AkuAtsu - Lee!Atsushi

45. “Why are you so embarrassed? You shouldn’t be” - DazAku - Lee!Dazai

47. “You look so dumb right now. I love it”. DazAku -Lee!Akutagawa

Akutagawa has a crush on Atsushi | AkuAtsu - Lee!Atsushi

“Birthday boy” | Soukoku - Lee!Chuuya

“Constellations” | AkuAtsu - Lee!Akutagawa

“Chu-Chu-Chuuya-San”* | ChuuAtsu

Dazai cheering Akutagawa up | DazAku - Lee!Akutagawa

“Deals” | AkuAtsu - Lee!Akutagawa

Episode 21 | Soukoku - Lee!Chuuya

“Height matters” | Soukoku - Lee!Chuuya

Person A and Person B are making Halloween themed cookies the day before a big party. | DazUshi - Lee!Dazai

“Rearview” | Soukoku - Lee!Chuuya (n$fw)

“Stupid Atsushi!” | Lucy x Atsushi - Lee!Lucy

“Tadaima, Okaeri” | Soukoku - Lee!Chuuya

“The surpriser gets surprised” - DazUshi - Lee!Atsushi

“Torture methods” | Soukoku - Lee!Dazai

“With it. With this. With you.” | AkuAtsu - Lee!Akutagawa

Blood Bank

“I’m not leaving” | Shell x Eric (One) - Lee!Shell

Doukyuusei

10. “We’re playing a game” | Sajou x Kusakabe - Lee!Sajou

Free!

9. Let’s make a deal & 20. Are you ticklish? | MomoxNagisaxNitori - Lee!Nagisa (n$fw)

“Pure/kinky boyfriend” | RinTori - Lee!Nitori (n$fw)

"Laughs right through the heart" | Haruka x Reader - Lee!Reader (commissioned by @/laughingcuties)

Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited

“Tiny house” | Kambe Daisuke & Kato Haru - Lee!Kambe

Gakuen Babysitters

Nii-cha's smile | Kamitani Hayato & Kishima Ryuu - Lee!Kashima (commissioned by @/wertzunge)

Genshin Impact

"Mondstadt childhood friends" | Diluc, Kaeya & Thoma - Lee!Thoma (commission by @/wertzunge)

"Fun team games" | Aether, Xiao, Gorou & Razor - Lee!everyone (commission by @/wertzunge)

"Sleepover" | Ayaka x Lumine - Lee!Ayaka

"My killjoy" | BeiNing - Lee!Ningguang

Given

"Easing the shy boyfriend" [n$fw-ish] | MafuYama - Lee!Uenoyama

Haikyuu!!

-. “If you don’t gimme the remote, I’ll have to tickle you!” | BokuAka - Lee!Bokuto

-. “Today’s been rough... could you... tickle me...?” | BoKuro - Lee!Kuroo

3. “Are you drunk?” & 4. “It’s my turn” | MatsuHanaIwaOi - Lee!Iwaizumi (n$fw)

4. “Run” | AsaNoya - Lee!Asahi

9. “Let’s make a deal!” | BokuAka - Lee!Akaashi

15. “Looks like we have a winner” | MatsuHanaIwaOi - Lee!Iwaizumi

27. “Looks like you’re in trouble” - KuroKen - Lee!Kuroo

41. “Help me out here!” | IwaOi - Lee!Oikawa

43 “Shouldn’t we be helping?” MatsuHanaIwaOi - Lee!Oikawa

47. “You look so dumb right now. I love it” - KageHina - Lee!Kageyama

“Early morning games” | KenHina - Lee!Kenma

“Hour, minutes, seconds! | BokuAka - Lee!Akaashi

“It’s not cheating” | KageHina - Lee!both

Kageyama finds out Oikawa is ticklish | OiKage - Lee!Oikawa

“More than enough” | KageHina - Lee!Kageyama

Oikawa is sad and insecure | IwaOi - Lee!Oikawa

Oikage in the park - Lee!Kageyama

OiKage’s playfight turns into a tickle fight  - Lee!Oikawa, Lee!Kageyama

Promptless BoKuroAka - Lee!Akaashi, Lee!Kuroo

“Space nerd” | Iwaoi - Lee!Iwaizumi

“Talk me down” | BokuAka - Lee!Bokuto

“Volleyball brain” | UkaTake - Lee!Ukai & Lee!Takeda

“Lewd Side” [N$FW] | BoKuroAka - Lee!Akaashi

“In the mood” | IwaOi - Lee!Iwaizumi (and a bit of Lee!Hanamaki)

“And they were roomates” | Haikyuu Captains - Lee!Daichi

“Day off” | KuroDai - Lee!Kuroo

“Operation failed! (Or not?)” | IwaOiKage - Lee!Kageyama (and a bit of lee!Oikawa)

“A little help” or “Lewd Side pt. 2″ [N$FW] | BoKuroAka - Lee!Akaashi (a bit of Lee!Bokuto)

"Love can't be forced" | UshiKuroDai - Lee!Ushijima

"Popsicle thief" | BokuAkaKuro - Lee!Akaashi

[kurokoros]

silver tongue | kuroo (kinktober day 5)

Rated: M

Words: 4.9K

Pairing: villain!kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: A late night at the agency takes a turns when you run into Panther, an S rated villain.

AN: I started working on a bnha x hq crossover a while ago, and decided to base character quirks on the kanji in their names, and, well... Kuroo means “black tail” sooooo I wrote tentacle porn. You’re welcome. 

Note: Jishin is, if google translated it correctly, Japanese for “earthquake”, which has to do with Daichi’s quirk in this au.

Kinktober 2020 Day Four: Public Sex + Day Nine: Tentacles

Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving, implied at the end), public sex, manhandling, restraints, quirk play, tentacles, double penetration, teasing, overstimulation, choking, biting, dirty talk (degradation and praise)

X

Leaving Daichi’s new sidekicks squabbling in the corner of the office, you slip out the side door of the Agency, stepping into the quiet alley with a sigh. Your heels click against the ground, and you shiver as the cold night air curls around you. The light breeze tickles your bare legs and arms, your work clothes providing little coverage from the chill, unlike the warmth of the building behind you.

Closing your eyes, you lean back against the brick wall behind you, two fingers rubbing at your temple to chase away an impending headache.

As much as you’ve grown to like the pair of energetic rookies in the short time they’ve been working at the agency, you could do without their constant bickering. Especially this late at night. It was just your luck, really, drawing the short straw tonight. As Daichi’s personal assistants, it was up to either you or Kiyoko to supervise Kageyama and Hinata—fresh out of school and eager to work in the field—as they did their required paperwork. Without someone breathing down their necks, neither boy would get any of it done, and Kiyoko finally cashed in on a favor you owed her to get out of babysitting late into the night.

Not that you can blame her for that. With the amount of petty fights you’ve already had to break up tonight, you would have jumped at the opportunity to leave, too.

A muffled shout comes from the building behind you, but you ignore it. Opting to leave the arguing pair to their own devices for a few minutes. It may not be the best idea, but given the alternative, you’d rather deal with the repercussions later.

Besides, what Daichi doesn’t know won’t kill him.

You drop your hand back to your side, making yourself comfortable against the side of the building despite the rough texture of the bricks and the chilly temperature. Opening your eyes, you turn your gaze to the mouth of the alley, tucked between the agency and a café that closed hours ago. Despite the late hour, the streets are still bathed in light from the moon and the street lights.

A shadow moves in the corner of your eye. Soundless as it slinks across the ground. Graceful. It’s gone as soon as you glance to the right, and you frown, but decide not to dwell on it as you return your gaze to one of the old buildings across the street. A trick of the light, that’s all it was. Or one of the skittish stray cats you’ve caught Asahi feeding on more than one occasion. It’s late, but not late enough for anyone to be causing trouble, especially this close to such a reputable agency.

But the shadow moves again, just barely visible in the hazy space where the light from the streetlamp melds back into the darkness. It squirms again, a dark shape against the ground. This time, you’re faster, following the movement with your eyes just in time to catch something black disappearing back into an unlit part of the alley. It flickers at the edge of your vision almost tauntingly, coaxing you to follow, and your brows furrow in confusion.

Peering into the darkness where it vanished, your breath hitches when you make out the silhouette of a tall, suit-clad figure leaning against the alley wall across from you. You tense, eyes widening just the slightest as raw, icy fear grips your chest.

A pair of vibrant eyes meet yours through the shadows, and a lazy grin spreads across a handsome face. “Don’t you know it’s not smart to be at the office alone this late at night, kitten?” There’s a playful lilt to his voice, almost deceptively sweet. He shifts against the wall he’s leaning on, eyes narrowing playfully. “There might be villains around.”

The irony isn’t lost on you.

Across from you, Kuroo’s lips twitch as you stay silent. Irritated, perhaps. Or maybe this is all part of some game to him. He stares at you through the lock of messy hair falling in his face, relaxed despite how close he is to such a well-known Hero Agency. Especially one that’s been tracking him for so long.

His hands casually slip into the pockets of his slacks. “What’s wrong?” he asks, cocking his head to the side. Amusement dances in the depths of his gaze. “Cat got your tongue?”

An indignant scoff leaves the back of your throat. Cat? More like a— “Panther,” you say, purposely using his alias. It’s not a greeting—not quite, anyway. And it sounds strange on your tongue.

Kuroo’s eyes narrow into a glare. He’s always hated how his villain name sounds coming out of your mouth. Almost mockingly. Taunting him. Pressing his buttons in just the right way. You’ve never been truly afraid of him. Despite his reputation. Despite the fact that you’re quirkless. And that’s what makes this so much fun.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, before he can respond with one of the sly remarks nettled on his silver tongue. The question is breathier than you mean for it to be, a result of the intoxicating concoction of emotions swirling inside you. Shock. Confusion. Lingering fear from the split second you didn’t recognize him. And beneath that, something else.

You wet your lips, glancing at the door to your right. You can still hear Kageyama and Hinata inside. Their arguing is louder than before, but still muffled through the wall. They probably haven’t even noticed you slipped outside yet. And you doubt they will. At least, not for a while.

Kuroo follows your gaze, but otherwise doesn’t move. For a moment, he listens as well, finally hearing the tell-tale sounds of arguing from inside. Something in his expression shifts, his grin devilish. You squeeze your thighs together. “I was in the neighborhood,” he tells you nonchalantly, as if he isn’t a wanted criminal lurking outside of a building owned by one of the men intent on arresting him. Those clever eyes shift back to you. “Thought I might check on my favorite assistant.”

His tone is teasing, but you recognize the hint of genuine concern that flickers in the depths of his hazel eyes, and it makes you soften for a split second. You hate when he does that. He’s not supposed to care about you, and you’re sure as hell not supposed to care about him. But then, you aren’t supposed to be fooling around with him either.

This time, you snort, eyes rolling. “Well, as you can see, I’m fine.” Pausing, you glance at the building behind you again, wondering if you should say anything else. Kuroo must know by now that you aren’t alone. It would be impossible not to hear the amount of shouting going on inside the agency. “Kageyama and Hinata are here. We have them doing paperwork tonight. I’m babysitting.”

Kuroo’s brow furrows as he tries to connect the names to the faces he’s seen. Once he does, he narrows his eyes. “Jishin left his pretty little assistant alone with just some rookies?” he asks, using your boss’s alias mockingly. “What are a couple of kids going to do if some big, bad villain shows up and attacks the place?” Because that’s what he is, right? A big, bad villain.

What does that make you?

You choose not to take the bait. “What are you really doing here, Kuroo?” you ask him, lowering your voice even though there’s no one around to hear you. “Shouldn’t you be lying low? It’s only been a few days since you and Daichi—”

One long, black tendril shoots from his lower back. It lashes out. You cut off with a yelp as it races towards you, wrapping around both of your wrists and pinning them above your head before you can react. Gasping, you tug at the squirming limb, but it only coils around you tighter, squeezing. Like a warning. It’s cool to the touch, smooth against you, and the strange sensation makes you shudder. The tip wriggles against the inside of your arm, almost ticklish.

“I don’t want to hear his fucking name out of your mouth,” he snaps, Daichi’s name setting him off. Just like you knew it would. His eyes narrow again, his jaw clenching. The slim tentacle around your wrists tightens, and you bite your tongue to hold back an embarrassing whimper. Pulse pounding, your heart stutters in your chest when he sends you a look that makes you tremble.

Kuroo slips his hands out of his pockets as he takes a step towards you. Gravel crackles beneath his feet, loud in the otherwise quiet alleyway. Gold eyes glint beneath the dim light of the streetlamps. Predatory. Hungry. His lips curl into a smirk as he stops just in front of you, his chest nearly brushing against yours.

Your breath catches at his proximity, and his grin widens. You swallow down another soft, pitiful sound that bubbles up in your throat, but he’s close enough to notice the way your pupils dilate.

“I think you know exactly why I’m here,” he says, voice a low hiss in your ear. “So, don’t play dumb. You know better than that.”

The shadows around him squirm, something moving behind him, so dark it blends in perfectly with the murky walls of the alley. Another tendril curls out from behind his back, flickering back and forth like the tail of an irritated cat. You shiver again as it reaches for you, lashing out just like the last one. The tip of the tentacle ghosts across your cheek, caressing you. It’s a startling contrast from the rough way your hands are stretched above your head, an ache already forming in your shoulders.

The loving stroke against your cheek isn’t matched by the mischievous glint in his eyes. “Didn’t you miss me, kitten?” Though still teasing, there’s a note of blatant affection to the endearment this time. Even his eyes soften just a little, betraying his fondness for you, though it’s hidden away again just as quickly.

“No,” you huff, struggling against the binding around your wrists. It doesn’t budge, only wriggles against you tauntingly. It’s a blatant lie, and Kuroo sees right through it.

His grin twists into an exaggerated pout, but the mocking look in his eyes never dims. “Ouch.” Kuroo presses a hand to his chest, like you’ve wounded him. “You’re going to break my heart.”

You lean into the cool touch of his quirk against the side of your face. “Like you have one.”

While you mean for it to be biting, scathing, the quip comes out breathy, and it only makes him laugh. It’s dry, humorless. “Maybe I don’t,” he agrees. You can’t make out the look in his eyes. “But that’s never stopped you from letting me fuck you before.”

“Fuck you,” you say, embarrassed by the way you arch into his touch instinctively.

He clicks his tongue. “You’re being such a brat tonight. I thought you might’ve learned to behave after last time.”

The tentacle touching your cheek shifts, brushing the corner of your lips before sliding lower. You inhale sharply as it glides down the front of your throat, wriggling. The phantom sensation of those tentacles wrapping around your throat and squeezing has your thighs rubbing together. Heat pools in your lower belly, and your legs start to tremble.

You’re not subtle enough to escape his watchful eye, but Kuroo doesn’t lean in. He doesn’t reach for you—doesn’t pry your legs apart the way you want him to—he just watches you with those catlike eyes, drinking in the way you squirm under the familiar touch of his quirk. The tip of the tentacle flicks against your collarbone almost playfully.

It’s his name that falls from your pretty mouth this time—his real name, and pride swells in his chest at the needy tone of your voice. “Tetsurou,” you gasp, and his given name sounds so, so sweet coming from your mouth. Much better than his other name. “We can’t. They’re still inside. If we get caught, you’ll—” You cut off with a yelp as the tentacle slithers beneath the neckline of your shirt and yanks.

The blouse you’re wearing rips down the middle. Buttons snap from your now ruined shirt, scattering across the ground near your feet. Kuroo reaches for your waist as his tentacle traces the soft cup of your bra, starting from the outer edge and following the curve of your breast to the thin band beneath.

Kuroo quiets your half-hearted concerns. His stare follows the path of the extra limb, and you think he’s about to rip your bra as well. Anticipation makes you tremble, your heart beating faster.

The tentacle disappears from your chest, slinking back to Kuroo’s side like a loyal pet. It squirms, wriggling provocatively as it twists and curls through the air, level with his hips. The hands that slide against your waist are a welcome distraction, and the tentacle coiled around your wrists squeezes, as if reminding you that you’re still stuck, pinned against the wall and helpless against his quirk.

“If you really want to stop, just say the word.” He nuzzles against your cheek, lips brushing against the corner of your mouth as he speaks. You arch into him, hips rocking against the thigh that slips between both of yours. He pulls his leg away. “Out loud, kitten. I want to hear you say it.”

You gasp a needy, “Don’t.” Kuroo grins as you whimper and lean into his warm hands when they rub against your sides. “Don’t stop. Please, Tetsu, I—” Two of his fingers slip beneath your bra to pinch your nipple, and you cut off with a squeal.

“Behave and maybe I’ll let you cum.” The words are murmured against your lips. Your back arches off the wall as his lips press against yours. The kiss is harsh, all tongue and teeth, and you moan against his mouth. You struggle against the tentacle around your wrists, but it doesn’t budge. Kuroo’s teeth dig into your bottom lip until it hurts, his tongue soothing the bite when you whimper and rock your hips against his.

It’s been so long since he was able to touch you like this—weeks since he had to go into hiding—and he’s not leaving until he’s had his fun with you. Your fingers twitch, desperate to reach for him, to pull him closer, and your struggling only makes his amusement grow.

A cold touch to your leg makes you flinch, and Kuroo swallows your surprised moan as the tentacle that was idle at his side curls around your thigh. It coils around you like a snake, wrapping around you before tugging, forcing your legs apart. You rock your hips towards his, but Kuroo leans just out of your reach, and the tentacle forcibly pulls your hips back against the wall.

“Tetsu,” you say again, mewling his name this time, the sound muffled against his mouth.

His lips move to your cheek, wandering across your soft skin until he finds that special, sensitive spot just beneath the curve of your jaw. Teeth graze the delicate skin of your throat, right over your racing pulse. Eyes fluttering shut, you tilt your head back against the alley wall, letting him angle your head how he wants it.

An approving hum vibrates against you before Kuroo bites down, teeth digging in hard enough to make you wince. He soothes away the pain with a soft kiss, only to bite you again as soon as you relax, a little lower than the last. Sharp canines prick at your skin; your pulse jumps.

Your squirming and whimpering only makes him chuckle. The rough sound vibrates against the side of your throat, and he presses one last kiss to your delicate skin before pulling away.

The dark tendril wrapped around your leg sweeps back and forth lazily, the tip teasing your inner thigh with slow circles and nonsensical shapes, mimicking the movement of his fingers. It strokes you from your knee to where your skirt is bunched halfway up your thigh, flirting with the hem before dancing away.

He’s playing with you. Taunting you. Trying to get you to beg. Each fleeting touch causes the dull ache between your legs to intensify, and the way you’re pinned down and put on display for him only makes you wetter. And he knows it, too. The bastard.

Kuroo leans back suddenly, whistling as he takes in the sight of you. Chest heaving. Shirt ripped open. Bound by shadowy black tendrils that writhe against you. “Look at you,” he coos, lazy fingers wandering over your soft skin, drinking you in. Kuroo follows the line of your collarbone with the pad of his thumb.

His head cocks to the side. There’s an absolutely wicked look in his eyes when they meet yours. “What do you think that boss of yours would say if he could see you like this?” He hums, and his fingers move higher, ghosting against the front of your throat. It would be so easy for his hand to wrap around your neck and choke you, but he just strokes his thumb over the faint indents left by his teeth. He presses his thumb into your neck a little harder. Just enough to make you gasp. “Spreading your legs for a villain in some dirty, back alley. Moaning like a whore.” He chuckles when you whimper, leaning in so that his lips brush against yours when he says, “Such a naughty girl.”

The tentacle around your leg wriggles suddenly. The tip disappears under your skirt, trailing up the inside of your thigh. “But you’re going to be good for me, yeah?” he asks you, grinning at the way your head falls back against the wall, your eyes squeezing shut in bliss as the tentacle strokes you through your panties, tracing your dripping slit. It’s cold. Slick. Wrong. And you shudder as it flicks over your clit with just the right amount of pressure.

You try to swallow down the moan building in your throat, but it comes out as a high-pitched whine instead. “Tetsu,” you gasp, arching into him as the tentacle continues to play with you. His smirk widens as you try to roll your hips against the slick movement between your legs, only for his tentacles to hold you down harder.

Your fingers dig into your palms, nails biting at your skin as the stroking between your legs becomes more teasing, the tentacle lazily flicking against you. It isn’t enough to do more than tease you. Frustrated tears well in your eyes, but there’s nothing you can do but let him play his game.

He’s waiting, watching you. And you know exactly what he wants.

“Fuck, I bet you just love this, hmm?” His hand moves from your throat to your jaw. The tips of his fingers dig into your skin. “You’re so wet already, and I’ve barely even touched you.” His thumb brushes against your bottom lip. Mock sympathy drips from his tongue. “Oh, but I bet I know why.”

Heat pools in your lower belly as Kuroo’s head tilts to the side. A dark, twisting mass rises from behind him, and the large tentacle splits in two before your eyes, branching off as it reaches for you. One moves low, wrapping around your neglected leg. It doesn’t move to stroke you like the other, but the tip draws circles against your inner thigh. So, so gentle. The motion would be soothing, if you didn’t know exactly how dangerous they can be. Tearing through skin and bone when he wants them to.

“Could it be this?” he asks, watching as the other tendril snakes across your torso, barely brushing against you. It follows the curve of one of your breasts all the way to your neck, and the sound that falls out of your mouth when it wraps around your delicate throat is absolutely lewd. He chuckles. You recognize the look in his eyes, and it only makes you shudder harder.

The pathetic little mewling sound that falls from your mouth is all the answer he needs.

The tentacle around your neck teases one of the spots where he bit you, and the one between your legs strokes just a little bit harder. “Are you really that fucking depraved?” Kuroo asks you, sneering. “Fuck, kitten, you’re practically dripping,” the tentacle between your legs slips beneath your damp panties, “and all because you just can’t wait for me to fuck that cute cunt of yours with my quirk. Right here where anyone could walk by and see you.” You moan, because of his words or the tentacle that rubs against your clit, you aren’t sure. “I bet you’d just love that. Little slut.”

Like your shirt, your underwear is ripped down. The soaked, lacy fabric gets caught on the tentacles wrapped around your legs. Kuroo clicks his tongue, rucking up your skirt to get a better look at your slick thighs as the tentacle flicks over your clit once more. As his fingers graze your soft, inner thighs, the tendril drawing circles against you hooks around your panties and pulls. It tears, and you wince as the fabric snaps against your skin. Rough fingers slip between your legs, taking the ruined fabric from the tentacle and pocketing it. He makes sure to brush the lace against your clit as he pulls away.

Shakily, you take a deep breath, head tilting back just enough for you to meet his gaze. “You’re the one that wants to fuck me with them,” you remind him, fighting the urge to shiver as one of his tentacles strokes you directly, covering itself in your slick. “Who’s really the depraved one?”

The jab makes him grin. “So mouthy,” he murmurs again. The tentacle around your neck tightens, but doesn’t choke you. The pointed tip slides across your jaw and cheek, prodding at the corner of your mouth. It slides over your lips, but you refuse to part them. Kuroo sighs, disappointed. “I’ll have to fix that.”

Without warning, the tentacle stroking your slit shoves inside your pussy, spreading you open wide. Your lips part in a surprise squeal, but the other tentacle slips into your mouth, muffling the sound before it can tear from your throat. You moan around it, and Kuroo curses under his breath, feeling the vibrations through his quirk.

Another choked whine sounds through the empty alley, and he hushes you, stroking your cheek with his knuckles. Your hips lurch against the squirming sensation inside you, but the tentacles wrapped around your limbs hold you against the wall, forcing you to stay still as it wiggles.

“Careful, kitten,” Kuroo warns you, a smug look on his face. “You wouldn’t want Jishin’s little sidekicks to hear you moaning like a whore.” Those catlike eyes drift down your torso, locking on the thick tentacle stretching your dripping cunt. The tentacle in your mouth wiggles, pressing against your tongue and teeth. It pushes against the back of your throat, and you try not to gag. When you whimper again, Kuroo chuckles. “Or maybe you would.”

The palms of his hands land on your bare thighs, coaxing them further apart for a better view of the sloppy mess you’re making all over the tentacle between your legs. It’s a strange feeling. Smoother than his cock. Colder. It moves erratically, squirming inside you rather than thrusting. The tapered tip finds your sweet spot, rubbing and prodding until your hips jerk and you start to squirm again.

Around your left leg, the other tentacle holding you open starts to move, creeping across your inner thigh to join the other between your legs. Kuroo watches it slide over your skin, his pupils blown wide with arousal as he watches his black tails writhe around you, simultaneously pinning you in place and stroking you purposely. They know just where to touch to turn you into a whimpering mess, and you cry out around the tendril in your mouth when the tentacle stuffed inside your dripping pussy slides part way out before slamming back inside of you.

The other, thinner one flicks over your clit. Your moan is muffled by the tentacle shoved down your throat. All four wiggle in delight as you arch your back, trying to match the pace of the tentacle that begins to pound into you. It’s thick inside you, stretching you obscenely, and Kuroo chuckles under his breath as he watches your pretty cunt swallow the shadowy tendril.

He takes a step back and slips his hands back into his pockets, watching the tentacle fuck you with a wild look in his eyes, like a cat toying with a mouse that’s already been caught. As he cocks his head to the side, his stares intently as your cute pussy as it drips all over the wriggling appendage. Slick glistens against the black tendril with every harsh thrust, and Kuroo shivers at the phantom sensation of your cunt clenching around one of his black tails.

The one playing with your clit strokes over you slowly, swirling against your swollen nerves in the same slow, teasing way as Kuroo’s tongue.

“I guess you really are a depraved little slut,” he muses, leaning his weight onto one leg. “Letting a bunch of filthy tentacles ravish you in a dirty alleyway.” Gold eyes glint possessively as they lock with yours. “And look how well you take them.”

A muffled moan falls from your mouth, and the tentacle pressed against your tongue thrusts against the back of your throat languidly, wiggling in a way that borders on uncomfortable. The tentacle in your mouth slides out of you wetly, leaving a trail of saliva across your cheek as it retreats to your neck, coiling tighter around your throat as you gasp for breath.

The tentacle thrusts against you harder, and this time there’s nothing in your mouth to muffle you as you cry out. “Ah, Tetsu, please.” You practically sob his name, writhing almost as much as the tendrils fucking you. “Please, I can’t—” You cut off with a whine, your head tossed back against the wall as you squeeze your eyes shut. By now you’ve started trembling, pleasure feeding into the tight little ball of tension in your lower belly with every rough thrust and stroke from his quirk.

“That’s right, kitten,” Kuroo murmurs. The jingle of his belt coming undone makes you whimper, and you force your eyes open, watching as his hand slips beneath his slacks, palming his hard cock. “Beg me to let you cum. You sound so fucking pretty when you beg for me.”

Your mouth is moving immediately, whimpering garbled pleas and breathy versions of his name between the gasps and moans rolling off your tongue. You’re only half aware of what you’re saying, but delight flickers in his eyes with every word. He strokes himself slowly, watching as you start to come undone.

The appendage around your throat constricts, stealing your breath.

The tentacle inside you writhes as the one on your clit rubs against you at just the right angle, and your mouth drops open in a silent scream as the knot of tension inside you snaps. You choke out a rough, strangled version of his name, whimpering as you tremble, writhing against the limbs holding you in place. The tentacles fuck you through it, pace never slowing as they draw out the pleasure until there are tears welling in your eyes from the intensity.

Shaking as you start to come down from the high, you wince when the pounding doesn’t stop. “Tetsu. I can’t—” The tendril that flicks over your clit again makes you flinch, and the one still stuffed inside your pussy thrusts against you roughly, making your walls clench. A hissed exhale escapes from between your teeth, your eyes squeezing shut at the raw feeling of overstimulation. “Too much,” you gasp, starting to struggle against the near painful pleasure.

You shiver as he caresses your cheek, his hand warm against your clammy skin. “Oh, sweetheart,” he coos as you lean into his touch, thumb brushing against your bottom lip lovingly. “You didn’t think we’d be done that fast, did you? No, we’re just getting started.”

The tentacles curled around your limbs suddenly yank you towards Kuroo, pulling you away from the side of the building. They drag you down to your knees, and you wince as gravel digs into your skin. The tentacle around your wrists release you, but before you can grab Kuroo’s thighs to steady yourself, they’re wrenched behind you back, binding you again.

Kuroo nudges your thighs further apart with his foot. An approving sound rumbles in his chest as he watches the tentacle continue to fuck you despite your whimpering. He grabs your chin between his thumb and fingers, grip bruising as he tilts your head up, forcing you to look at him. A devilish look flashes in his eyes, sharp and predatory as he looks at you, on your knees for him. He shoves the front of his pants down with his free hand, clever fingers sneaking inside to stroke himself.

There’s a reason they call him a panther. “Now be a good girl and suck my cock.”

[argonavis-hcs]

Hi! Can I please request Haruka, Kanata, Kohei, Reon, and Nayuta getting into a cute tickle fight with their s/o (F)? Bonus points if they end up being more ticklish then their s/o and end up on the losing side! AAAA that would be so cute! Thanks! ☺️

Tickle Fight

⚠️Note: i must say this request was quite a challenge for me at the beginning (hence why Haruka's is a bit short). It took me probably two weeks to finish so i am really really really sorry if this is not what you expected, anon. Regardless, i had a good time finishing it so thank you for requesting this. About some of the writing... i-i couldn't find another way to end it so i am REALLY sorry if it turned a little bit suggestive, or literal crack 🥲.

Pairings: Haruka Nijo x f!reader ; Kanata Nijo x f!reader ; Kohei Hayasaka x f!reader ; Reon Misono x f!reader ; Nayuta Asahi x f!reader

Genre: fluff (?)

⚠️Warnings: a little bit suggestive so read at your own risk

Spending time at your boyfriend's house has never been this peaceful. Just the two of you watching Tokusastu in his room. No noisy twin brother, no parents, no 13 year old demon who toys with people, no homework, and... no green haired Loch-ness monster.

Simply put, you don't really like Tokusastu show that much, you don't even have a clue what that is. But as long as there's peace, food, and him, you're willing to take the opportunity. A very rare opportunity.

Still, you're bored. You want attention and Haruka is currently indulging himself in his favorite show, sitting on the floor beside you.

Until a malicious idea came to your mind.

"Haruka," you called to him

"Mm?" He responded. His eyes fixed on the tv screen still.

With a completely normal tone, you asked him, "Are you ticklish?"

"That's a stupid ques– NO!"

He didn't get the chance to finish his sentence as you tackle him and your hands attack his middle area, "Ah... So you ARE ticklish hehehe." Grinning evilly on top of him.

"Plea- Please stop‐ I can't... Hahaha," he whimpered. Attempting to get your hands off of him.

"Well, i have my answer now. Thank you."

As you start to get off from him, he seems to get a revenge idea. He pushed you until your back meets the carpeted floor, his eyes looked playfully dark with evil intention.

You can't help but think, 'Wow he's gorgeous– wait, no, oh God he's mad'

"How annoying... Don't think i'm gonna let you off that easy."

"You're going to lose, Kana-chan." You grinned at him.

"Heee... If that happens, please don't be so harsh on Kana-chan's punishment," he said as he scanned UNO cards he got and you noticed he winced at his deck.

One simple rule. Loser will do anything the winner says.

Complete surrender to the winner.

Although you didn't expect him to say yes to hanging out just the two of you. You thought he would bring some of his friends since he has many and the more the merrier. Now both of you are playing UNO against each other.

It is now your turn. Preparing to pull the +4 black card, you try to find any expression other than utter confusion on Kanata's face. You chuckled, he looked cute like that. And by the looks of it, looks like you're going to win this round.

The game goes and you're at your last two. Pulling out one of your last two of the card slowly for the dramatic effect, "Ready to lose, Kana-chan?"

"Not fair! We're just getting started, y'know?"

Slamming the card onto the table, you proudly yell, "UNO! I CHOOSE BLUE!" Now all you need to do is pray he doesn't have any good cards to separate you from victory. Can't wait to tell him what his punishment is going to be.

But Goddess of Victory doesn't feel like granting your wish.

Because Kanata pulled 4 of his 2+ card in all 4 colors.

You only have one Blue 3.

He has none now.

"UNO GAME! Yayy! Kana-chan wins!" Kanata cheered in victory. "Now for loser's punishment... Hmm..." He seemed to be in deep thought.

"I thought i was going to win," you sighed. "Please don't make me do anything weird."

"What about..." he began to grinned. "...finding out how far you can go without laughing when i tickle you, eh?"

And at that exact moment, you regret playing UNO with him.

"KANATA PLEASE ANYTHING BUT THAT– AHAHAH-" His fingers barely poked your sides but you're already full of laughter. How did he know that's your weakest spot?

"Eh?? You don't last long, do you y/n-chan?" He giggled. As if you're not being tormented by his way of torture. "Hehe... I love seeing you laugh." It would've sounded better if you're not in this situation you're currently in.

Finally, with scraps of stamina you have, you tightly grip both of his wrists, putting a stop to this torment.

"Kanata..." you muttered, dripping with malicious intent, gazing at your boyfriend with dangerous gleam in your eyes. "Did you realize that you have signed your own death contract just now?"

You chose his open spot to harass, tickling his stomach and his sides with no mercy. He fell on the ground the second your hands are on him, roar with laughter. "Now look who's more ticklish, huh?!! You should find lesser opponent if you want to tickle someone!"

"Ok I'm sorr– Ahaha– Please stop, y/n." he whimpered while somehow still sounding giggly. Oh now he's rolling on the floor?

Silence fell in, only sound of both of you panting after laughing too much. Kanata signed and mumbled to himself, "well... this takes me back"

"Hm? Did you say something?" You asked.

"Nope! Nothing. Wanna play another round?"

"He's so dumb, he never fails to amuse me since we were little." You laughed so hard you had tears in your eyes. "I can't believe this movie came out years ago. Right, Kohei?"

"I remember the first time we watched it back then. You couldn't stop laughing and you'd bring it up again at school the next day." He chuckled remembering those times and how you always had that innocently adorable face, even until now, everytime you talked about something you like.

Kohei and you have been friends for as long as you can remember. You're also friends with the rest of his childhood best friends. But by the final year of high-school, when he started to join a band and being separated from you. He realized his feelings for you and asked you to go out with him. To be honest it was a bit scary for him because you'll either say yes and be a couple or reject him and lose you forever. He didn't like the idea of losing you like that.

But you said yes.

Unfortunately, you had to continue your study in Nagasaki while Kohei and his band moved to Kichioji to participate in LRF. You'd be lying if long distance relationship isn't hard, especially when both of you never not see each other that long. So you and him made a promise to spend long holidays together if there's a chance.

The movie shows a scene where the main character's best friend is tickling the main character because he forgot to invite his friend to get drunk together. That kind of reminded you of something...

"Kohei," you called to him, "are you still... you know..."

"Still what?" He asked while munching popcorn. Eyes focused on the movie.

"Are you still ticklish like when we were little?" Damned the movie. Your hands creep to his upper sides, to where his weakest spots were.

To no surprise, he's still weak.

"HAHAHA- s-stop it tickles." The people downstairs probably heard Kohei laugh but you didn't care as you continue to harass him until he's lying on the floor.

"Fufu~" your fingers lightly touch his sides, not wanting to be away from him. "Haven't changed, i see," you mumbled in amusement.

But that amusement did not last long.

Kohei being his strongest guy you know, he pinned you to the floor, his hand holding your knee, your leg on his shoulder. "You think I forgot your weakest spots, y/n?" He wickedly smile as his thumb feathered the back of your knee.

Is it too late to apologize?

Salty sea breeze caressing your face, the sound of waves crashing against the shore, finally wearing the cute bikini you've always wanted to wear, perfect amount of sunlight, and the best tropical drink in hand. Is this heaven?

"Reon," you called out to your boyfriend beside you, who seemed like he's dozing off knowing full well he's in the middle of the beach. Part of you wanted to let him rest but, both of you were chose this place for a reason and that's to see live music performance near the beach. And you won't let your monthly allowance being wasted for nothing but that's for another topic.

Poor him. He always put so many effort to get to the top despite the challenges thrown his way. But it required the same amount of effort for you to convince him that he need some rest and a good vacation. Having to bear your fangs at Nayuta was a scary experience itself but you finally managed to have Reon all to yourself for a whole week. Away from that dictator.

"Reon~" you whispered to his ear, "if you don't wake up now, I'm taking your sunglasses for myself." You've been eyeing that sunglasses since he bought it from Tokyo. He won't let you have it because it was a limited edition from his favorite fashion brand and it costed him half a month of his allowance.

"Don't you dare."

Looks like it worked.

"Mm? Too late." Taking the sunglasses from his head and wear it. "It looks better on me anyway~"

"Oi! Stop stealing my things! He ordered. "You don't even giving the old one back."

"Which one? I took the Dior one and... uh I forgot the brand."

"YOU TOOK MORE?!"

"Absolutely correct, babe." You took a sip from your drink. "Once again, they look even better on me." You winked at him.

"More of the reason why I won't let you take any more of my things," he stated. "Now be a good girlfriend and hand it back to me."

"Nope." Putting the empty glass on the table. "Gotta catch me of you want this back. But i suggest you stay here instead since you're so tired~" you teased him as you started running away towards the beach house to change outfit. Let's hope you won't be late to the live performance.

"I swear if it touched even a single sand- y/n, wait!"

(at the beach house)

"Why- Why do you run so fast.." he trailed off.

"Oh, finally you're here. Should I wear this one or this one?" you showed him two different outfit as if he didn't just walked/ran after you.

He sighed. "The left one."

"I knew it. Thanks babe!" As you were about to enter the bathroom to change, he grabbed your waist. "Why are you ignoring me?"

"Me?" You looked at him innocently. "Well then you want to watch me change here?"

His face redden. "N-No that's now what I was- Just tell me where you hide my sunglasses?"

"Hmm, maybe you should search my entire body for that hehe~" Did you just make that up or are you actually drunk?

Reon went silent. "Maybe I'll just have to force the answer out of you. How about that?"

"How exactly?"

He's tickling you starting from your exposed sides. You burst out laughing, trying to get out of his hold around your waist with no result.

"If you give it back I might stop tickling you," he stated.

"Th-That's cheating, Reon..." But surrendering was never an option. "Not unless you're too busy laughing!!"

You caught his wrists in your grip while your other hand take the advantage to repay his action. Looking down at him as he's trashing and laughing beneath you. Turns out he's worse at handling it more than you, huh..

"If you hurry and chance, AND let me have your sunglasses for a whole day I might stop tickling you." You mimicked his earlier statement. "Aren't I merciful?"

"Fine... Can you please stop now?" he whined.

"Hehe sorry~" You said without an ounce of sorry in your words. "I've bought you this outfit so we can match. Will you consider this an apology token?"

"More like a trade," he grumbled. "But thanks, babe. You've got good eyes."

"Awee, I love you too." You leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Hurry up and change before we're late. I want to watch them from the front."

"I didn't even ask for your permission," you said from the phone. "I even bought you coffee."

"I never ask for a damn coffee." Nayuta pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Well, Kenta-san always makes you coffee and you never say no. I'm your girlfriend so i want to treat you too, you know? I even bothered to asked him where you usually get your coffee too."

"Since when did you go all buddy-buddy with Satozuka-"

"And I'm sure Nyankotaro miss me."

"Listen to me when I'm talki-"

"I'm at your front door."

"Huh?!"

He opened the front door while both of you are still on the line. You just stood there with a small bag and a tray of coffees in your other hand.

You handed the coffee to Nayuta, "Here."

Nyankotaro came up from behind him, meowing towards you as if she's sensing your presence. Or more like the cat food you bringing with you. Circling around you with her tail brushing against your legs.

"Someone clearly knows how to treat their guest," you said. "Aren't you the best girl, Nyankotaro?" She purred in response.

"Damn you," he grumbled. "If you disturb me I'm kicking you out."

Making yourself comfortable at Nayuta's apartment was never an issue. Especially when the actual ruler of the place accept your presence in exchange for cat food and new toys. The rest of GYROAXIA would be welcoming too if they found you chilling at Nayuta's place. Sometimes Miyuki would be too welcoming but once you hit him with 'hi bro' he immediately stopped.

Opening the canned food and offering it to the feline. "Here you go~ Good girl~" You watched her eat on your lap as you pet her like she's your own. Maybe you should steal her. What if she's not loved enough by Nayuta?

Nyankotarou is usually a calm cat. Prefers to be left alone to do whatever she pleases. But right now it seems like she'd rather have company. Brushing her soft fur gently with your fingers, she sits on your lap and you started rubbing her neck, the cat's nonstop purring filled your ears with joy but... Won't that be ticklish? Can cats feel ticklish?

Unfortunately, a dumb idea came through your brain

Is Nayuta ticklish?

You asked yourself, do i have a death wish?

Nonetheless, your body acted on your own. You quietly make your way to the kitchen where he sits at the dinner table with his back facing you. It seemed like he's too focused on whatever he's doing to even notice you sneaking up behind him. And you found him sipping the coffee you bought him. You couldn’t help but smile yet also mad because he didn't do it in front of you to show his appreciation.

Now back to business. Your aim was the back of his neck to see whether he's ticklish there or not. As you got close to his exposed neck, you swallowed all your fears and launch your attack.

His reflex to that was...

He almost jumped from his seat.

Similar to cats when they're shocked and angry and their fur standing out in order to intimidate the offender. Defense: up.

To think that your scary boyfriend shares similar trait to cats made you want to laugh so hard you couldn't hold it any longer.

You burst into laughter, "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU'RE ACTUALLY TICKLISH THERE HAHA-"

"Y/n..." he muttered. His tone wasn't too pleasing.

Uh-oh... The scene in front of you doesn't look too good. The coffee was spilled onto the table, soaking the things close to it. The sound of liquid dripping down the floor filled the deafening silence.

One notebook took the most damage.

"Inside that notebook is... " he began slowly, "...the lyrics for the damn fess"

The cat has now turned into a lion.

And there's no way to escape.

[shhhlikeme]

Hello! I want to start off by saying you’re really pretty and your writing is amazing 🥺👉👈 Could I request a oneshot where the s/o of either Yamaguchi or Suga (which ever you prefer they are both my babies) get into an argument and the s/o ends up flinching out of habit during it, and maybe some cute fluff at the end?

Sugawara Koshi x Reader Angst Fluff !!!!

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A/N: Hello! EYEEE want to start off by saying im blushing thank you angel💖💖💖 of course you can. Request anytime I’m all ears and keyboard taps!

This is super fluffy so I hope you like it!!!!

Yams is my favourite but I haven’t written a Suga story yet and I have a little crush on him so I’ll pick him, yay! (Also, Suga’s voice actor in the dub sounds so attractive to me ugh)

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“Hey baby!” You walked into your boyfriend’s room that his parents let you into. You flicked the lights on.

can we all collectively agree that Suga’s parents are some Queen Elsa & Jack Frost looking mfs?!

Surprised because you didn’t tell him you were stopping by, Sugawara’s eyes lit up when he saw you

“Y/N, what are you doing here?” He scrambled off his bed to you, giving you a chaste kiss.

You can’t tell anyone this, but Suga’s parents secretly invited you because they have been worried about their son

From their perspective, Suga came home everyday seemingly drained and depressed

He would mutter a hello to his parents, go straight to his room and lock the door

You didn’t know this, because your boyfriend was completely normal with you and with his friends from school

He was his regular cheeky self that you loved

But you couldn’t deny his parents anything and you wanted to see your baby so you agreed to come over one night after school to kind of “catch him in this act” that his parents described

You scanned your handsome boy’s face and it made you frown

He did looked drained. That’s not normal considering school had been out for maybe an hour and you just saw him during last period looking chipper.

He had lines under his eyes and his shoulders were slumped/lower than usual. Not to mention his eyes betrayed him because they looked like someone who was really going through it, even though you could see that his spirits lifted with your entry

You didn’t say anything, opting to poke his stomach instead and smile up at him

for someone’s whose weak spot is his ticklish tummy, the joy from his laugh didn’t reach his eyes whole heartedly like they normally did

You tested one last time.

“I made you tempura, just the way you like it,” You placed the wrapped dinner plate you bagged on his dresser, gauging his reaction.

Koshi appeared like he was a stage actor when he gave you a big smile and said thanks.

Your heart immediately sank then, because you knew his parents had been telling the truth.

There was something wrong with your Koshi. Very wrong.

Ok. Here goes.

You turned around to lock his room door and took his hand

You gestured for him to crawl back into bed which he seemed genuinely happy about.

You straddled his waist, sitting in a position where he couldn’t hide his face from you nor could he escape when this questioning started

“Uh oh. You only sit on me like this when you want “to talk.”

You nodded. He knew.

Your boyfriend liked talking about his feelings but not when they could potentially bring down the mood of others.... and with this specific circumstance where he was able to hide his sadness from you so well, you had no choice but to jump straight into playing hardball.

“Shishi.” You used the embarrassing pet name you made for him and he slightly blushed.

Marry him, aight?

“Yeah? You okay? I’m listening baby tell me.” He looked at you with his shining eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

Suga didn’t miss a beat. He was well rehearsed. “Wait—me? This talk is about me? Nothing. Why do you ask?”

“Well why are you laying in your bed with the lights off at 4pm? You’re usually doing your school work at this time. That’s what you text me.”

Suga sighed. “I was just tired today, that’s all.”

“Shishi.....”

“Y/N, baby. trust me I’m fi-“

“Is it about volleyball?”

Koshi sat up quickly, cradling your back to make sure you were safe. He scooted backwards, making it so his back was leaning on his headboard.

“Can I please put you next to me?” He asked.

You mentally noted that he didn’t answer the question.

And that he wanted to get out of this “truth spell” position

So it was about volleyball. You ignored his question back and pushed forward.

“Did something happen? Is Daichi injured again? Or is Ukai quitting—“

Suga locked his jaw, looking away from you. “No no. It’s not that— I’m fine. I’m good.”

You couldn’t tell who he was trying to convince more: you? Or himself?

You pushed a bit further.

“Tomorrow is your Senior game, right? You, Asahi, Daichi and Kiyoko will be awarded for the years you put in, right?”

Suga, looking pained, gently moved you off his lap to sit next to him. He got out of bed and paced the room. You knew you were about to crack him but you weren’t too concerned because he needed to let whatever this was out. It’s bad enough that your baby was having such internal conflict like this. It was depressing him and he was dealing with it all by himself.

You stared at him and moved to sit up on your knees, prepared to deal the final blow.

“Are you sad about not playing, Shishi?”

The volcano that Sugawara had been trying so hard to keep in finally erupted at your words.

“SAD?! Am I sad?!” He practically roared at you loudly.

You flinched because it was the first time you have ever heard your boyfriend raise his voice in anger, let alone at you. You remember that he told you he’d only shown his team that side of him once during a game and they were shook, rightfully so. He was kind of scary like this.

“YES I’m sad! But mostly, I’M PISSED! EVERYONE expects me to walk on stage tomorrow and accept an award I had no part in contributing to?! I have been on this team for 3 years, 2 of those years as a starting setter and those two years accounted for bullshit seasons for Karasuno. The one year I sat my ass on the bench is the year we WIN! The year the crows got their wings back I AM SITTING OUT! No one wants to admit it but what the fuck does that tell you, me, and everyone, huh?! It tells us that I was the problem. I was the broken part: the gear that caused the machine to malfunction. The gear that Kageyama came in and fixed—2 years my junior. I’m pathetic, you know?! How many captains sitbon the fucking bench while I watch my best friends play the sport we all love equally? Then I have to walk around all day pretending I don’t feel this way because I am too busy stopping Kageyama and Hinata from pummelling eachother, telling Tsukishima to stop being so mean, mitigating Yamaguchi and Ashai’s panic attacks, Forbidding Tanaka and Noya’s anger issues and the reward I get for all it isn’t the luxury of playing like Daichi who does similar work. I get no reward. I pretend to be happy the Sugawara that I used to be. I’m not happy. The only time I take off that mask off is when I get home and by that time I’m so exhausted from keeping up the facade that staying in the dark until I have to go to school again and put the mask back on is the only way I can cope. So YES I’m fucking sad, Y/N. Sad is an understatement.”

you stayed silent as you listened to every emotionally charged word, letting him catch his breath

Your heart had been shattered around the 4 second mark of his speech, hearing the mental turmoil your baby had been going through in his voice

He was going through all of that pain...

And in spite of it he would still call you every night and listen to you talk about how annoyed you are at your little sister for stealing your shirt

He didn’t change for you because he didn’t want to stress you out and that made you feel like a failure as a girlfriend

After a few minutes of Sugawara calming down, you opened your arms for him invitingly

“Come here.”

Suga looked at you, obviously fighting back tears. Not being able to bare going through it alone anymore, he mounted the bed again, hugging you then maneuvering your bodies so that he was spooning you.

“I saw you flinch. I’m so sorry for scaring you.” He whispered as he kissed the back of your hair. “I love you. So so much, Y/N.”

You reached back to run a hand soothingly against the side of his face. You felt wet tears there and you repeated the soothing gesture. “I love you more, Shishi.....” You backed up so you were pressed closer to his warm body, reinforcing the fact that you weren’t going anywhere. “And Shishi when you’re ready... I can’t wait to tell you all the reasons why you’re the team’s and my....MVP, alright?”

Sugawara nodded into your hair before tightening his grasp on you.

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A/N: This is probably the post I’ve written that is the most realistic in terms of cannon character sentiment. As an ex competitive volleyball player I believe this is truly how Suga feels :( at least youre there to cheer him up!!

[just-another-bozo-on-the-bus]

“i’m never letting go”  cute asahi x reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 

warnings / preview : x reader, y/n , asahi , cute / fluff , clingy , 860 words , request , ! unedited !

The front door slammed shut. The sudden noise shocked you out of your “reading trance” and almost made you spill your tea. Your eyes flicked up to the doorway and saw a tall figure stumble through the door.

Asahi, in all of his glory, shuffled in. His eyes were bloodshot and his hair was simply a mess. He looked up at you with his mouth slightly agape.

“Oh, baby” you sighed, “what happened?”

He held his head in his hands, “practice absolutely killed me and then I had to go to work and then I spilled coffee and-“

Your heart pained at those words. Asahi is a notoriously strong guy, but anyone who really knew him knew his limits. You shook your head with a sad smile, “c’mere big boy”

Your outstretched arms served as a shelter for him for many nights not unlike this one. He turned to your open arms and practically launched himself onto the bed.

You giggled and set your tea down. He was the ace of karasuno high, but you just knew him as your big baby of a boyfriend.

He shifted himself on the covers to look up at you, “so y/n ……. Whatcha reading?”

He often tries to deflect conversations off of him when he feels vulnerable, you knew this, but still it was just as cute every time. You smiled softly and handed him the leather-backed book.

His calloused hands took the book and he held it closer to get a better look. The book had to be at least twenty-five-ish years old, pages frayed at the sides and the spine was discolored from friction.You saw his eyes light up at the name on the cover, “I love this book!”

You reached for your tea and nodded, “I know haha”

He looked up quizzically, “h-how’d you know?”

You’d spent countless nights watching him read this very book. He usually tried to hide major emotions, but the moment his fingers touched the pages that all flew out the window. Soon, he would be giggling and gasping at each sentence that he read, his eyes lighting up with a childlike wonder which you loved to see instead of the worry that usually overtook his beautiful eyes.

You took a sip, “you always talked about it and I just thought, I don’t know, I kinda wanted to read it so I could talk to you about it”

His lips drew into the cutest smile, “tha-that’s so sweet! God, baby. You’re so good to me”

He buried his face into your lap as you giggled.

“you’re so adorable ‘sahi”

You ran your fingers through his hair and took in all the appreciative groans that spilled from his mouth. Knots were all throughout his locks and you took that as an invitation to finger-brush his hair. you know he loves it when you do that. His tired muscles almost melted into you as you calmed his body. at this point, you almost had his figure committed to memory, every curve and dip, every quirk and freckle. You loved to study your lover as if he was your favorite subject in the world. You knew that he loved to have his hair played with, you knew that he always had some sort of knot in his back, and you even knew where he was ticklish.

you both settled into the moment, soaking up all the comfort in the air. you could feel him smile and that made you smile back. Soon, you turned to fetch him some tea of his own but a different motion stopped you.

he slowly wraped his strong arms around your waist. heat immediately reaches your face as you blush at the motion. he mumbles something into your torso, causing you to giggle.

“what was that handsome?”

he looked up at you, “i saiddd, i’m never letting go”

You rolled your eyes, “I have to go get you some tea. It’ll help with your stress”

He un-buried his face from your lap and tilted his head up with the biggest pout, “Nooooo” he whined, “stay with me! Ill be so cold if you go”

You pet his head lovingly, “thats why I’m gonna go get you some warm tea, you big baby”

Getting out of the bed, much to his discomfort, you padded into the kitchen and began to boil some water.

Unsurprisingly, in came an almost bear-looking creature you like to call Asahi. His hair fell down to his shoulders and his eyebrows were drawn together in faux anger. “You left me”

You turned to he him standing behind you with his arms crossed, “no, I went to get something for you” you laughed, “oh fine, c’mere”

His pout swiftly morphed into a smile and he bounced into your arms. You were engulfed in his scent of oak and mint. His white t-shirt felt like the softest materiel you’d ever come into contact with. His breath on your head was like a sound machine and his lips peppering kisses on your forehead felt like butterflies.

“This time, I’m never letting go!”

you smile at him and kissed him sweetly, “I’d never ask you to”

lmk how i did :)

[haikyuu-imagines-and-others]

Hello lovelies! Hope life is going well for you. I've been having a rough few days and was hoping I could request a soulmate AU with Asahi or Tsukishima or Ushijima meeting reader for the first time on V-day. Reader is an ex-vball player and was going through physical therapy because they just want to play again. If not, no worries I completely understand. But if so you'd literally be my favorite person right now.

I love SoulMateAU!!!! I love all of them so very much! I’m sorry this is so late though haha its May and this was supposed to be posted around Valentines??? Please forgive me! And thank you for requesting! - Admin Satori

SoulMateAU Selected: @virgno Soulmate au where instead of having the first thing they say tattooed on each other, they instead have a random sentence tattooed that that person will say around them. And so you know it’s not just a coincidence when they say it, the tattoo stings and fades away.

Azumane Asahi:

How could something so insignificant be hurting you so much after years of being dormant? All you’d done is use your knees for receiving on your college Volleyball team! That’s all! And now you’re knees felt like they were about to pop out of their sockets!

You hadn’t thought anything of the pain, initially - mostly because you’d been dealing with pain your whole life. Sports life was rough on the body, after all.

But before you knew it, you were falling to the ground while walking to your next class. You managed to save yourself, gripping onto the bannister next to the stairs. But one of your knees still tapped against the hard floor…. You’d been hit in the face with a spiked volleyball almost too many times to count, and that didn’t come close to the pain you felt explode from your knee!

Thankfully, you’d been near some friends, and they helped you to your feet, scared to touch you in case it’d somehow affect you further! But you were a trooper, no amount of pain was going to keep you down! “I shouldn’t have fallen so many times…” You couldn’t help but regret your favorite move of falling to your knees right in front of the falling ball. While, hell yeah did it look cool, it was terrible for your body. So many shocking stops rocked through your body every time you pulled off that save. The crowds would go wild, you’d feel pride swelling in your chest, and the game would continue on.

The abuse of your body would keep taking its toll on it.

“I’m fine, I swear! Just go to class and I’ll see you later, okay?” Your friend frowned, not believing you’d be alright - not because you wouldn’t recover but because they knew you’d just go at the sport again. It wasn’t Volleyball season, so you had a break from the sport… but you’d be back. The game had you by the soul.

You don’t know how long you sat in the waiting room, feeling your knee twinge now and then, not knowing if it felt more ticklish or painful to react properly. If you were being honest with yourself, you were scared to touch it. Worried you’d somehow screw it up more. Which would’t be a surprise to you, since you were the reason you were sitting alone in the on campus physicians office anyway.

After a few minutes of staring at the clock on the wall across from you, being lulled into a sort of rhythmic trance, you pulled your attention away from it…. To instead stare down at your inner arm.

At the tattoo that’d plagued your body since the day you were born.

“T-Tsubaki-Sensei, I need your signature for this.”

What a dumb thing to have written on you. Did your soul mate have a speech impediment? Who was Tsubaki-Sensei? Why’d they need a signature?

Irritation had formed in the pit of your stomach as soon as you’d known what the tattoo meant. The first words your soul mate uttered. Either to you or not was really up to the fates. Your last name wasn’t Tsubaki. You didn’t know anyone by that last name, or first! There were so many places that needed the signature of a superior or advisor… You’d felt an irritation of hopelessness gnawing at your heart for the longest time. As far back as you could remember, really, there’d always been that feeling of ‘I’ll never find them’. Desperation or depression, you were torn between the two.

If anyone asked, you’d claim you’d given up. Didn’t care whether you’d find them or not - that it was their loss if neither of you found the other. Truly their loss since you were obviously so amazing, right? Your thoughts soured, taking your mind off the still twitching pain of your knee.

“I just want to go home.” Oh how you wanted to pull your legs to your chest and hide your face in your knees…. But you didn’t - that would hurt more than they were right now. And you were in public…. You could wait to get home to cry… Alone in your room and wondering where in the vast world was your ‘soul mate’.

The door to the physicians offices opened, revealing a sweet looking young woman, “_______-san? The Doctor will see you now.”

You wanted to be rude. You wanted to point out that the ‘doctor’ wasn’t really a doctor. He was nothing more than a student practicing on others to further his experience. If you’d really had the choice, you would have gone to see your family physician, someone you trusted to actually take care of you and not treat you like a guinea pig.

But you held your tongue and struggled to your feet, feeling your knees protest when you almost feel forward. Karma for wanting to be rude, you supposed. But you paid no mind to it and pushed forward, reaching the door a bit later after the announcement than you would have liked.

The nurse, much shorter than you, offered you her hand as a form of support. And you took it. “That looks pretty painful… We’ll probably be giving you crutches until we get your X-Rays back.” It was going to be a long day, you knew she wanted to say. Or at least a long recovery road.

“Well, as long as I heal quickly. I have plans for the Volleyball season coming up.”

The young lady didn’t say anything in response, internally shaking her head at your stubbornness. Physical Therapy was a timely thing, that you’d have to partake in, if you were ever going to get any better. But she remained silent, knowing you were in a foul mood from your sudden injury. Helping you onto the examination table, she took her report clipboard and took some information from you. Name, birthday, last four of social, student ID - even your blood type.

You weren’t in the mood to deal with so many pleasantries. You wanted nothing more than to go back to class. For a second you found amusement in your preference. School over a sick day? Imagine that.

Just as the young woman was about to ask you to stretch your leg out - to see the extent of your damaged knee, the examination room door opened to reveal an older man. If you had to guess, you’d say he was about 3 years older than you. A Senior. Getting his PhD. Practicing on students who had serious ailments or issues.

“My, My, Now what happened to you? Slip and fall?” You shook your head, “Jump down five stories and land rough?” Another shake of your head, “Past sports injury?” No movement from you had the doctor smiling before holding up a beige folder, “It’s in your file.” God, now you were really irritated. You just wanted to go home. Or class. Whichever got you furthest away from this supposedly funny doctor. “I’m Dr. Tsu-“

The door opened once more, and you felt a flash of anger rise from your chest - weren’t there enough people in the room making fun of your pain? You didn’t need any more!

A young man peeked around the door to see the doctor was waiting patiently for him to speak, “T-Tsubaki-Sensei, I need your signature for this.” He walked into to room, beelining straight for the doctor for what he needed so he could go.

New pain. Searing on your arm - as if someone took a flame and held it close to your skin. You inhaled sharply and pulled your arm to your chest, feeling your skin throb from the sudden irritation to it. Letting out a deep sigh, one that held the aftereffects of catching your breath, you looked down at your arm.

But you had to do a double take. Once at the young man who’d entered - scruffy looking almost, man bun, dark… deep, cute… brown eyes that kept looking around the room anxiously - then back at the tattoo… that HAD been on your arm. It was gone. Completely Gone.

The only thing that remained, to give an inkling to the presence of a tattoo to begin with…. Was a simple scar - very light, as if you’d gone to get the tattoo removed.

Then your eyes were back on the young man, and he noticed your staring almost immediately. He coughed uncomfortably, not seeing the current surprise and dilemma you felt in your heart. You’d SEEN this guy before. You’d known about him - about his high school records on his volleyball team. Azumane Asahi. The famed Ace of Karasuno’s Revival… And he was here in the physicians office? Nowhere near your current clique. So far from your possible reach.

How would you have ever found him? If not for this moment? If not for your injury.

“You? You’re supposed to be mine?” How could you not be incredulous? Years you’d wondered who he was talking to, why he had to answer to anyone, why he had a stutter to his voice - was he anxious? Scared? Worried? Come to find out, he was all three at once - a bundle of nerves just for you. Azumane Asahi was your soul mate.

Asahi suddenly hissed, his hand pressing against his ribcage - feeling a burning sensation wrack through his body. But his lightbulb went off faster than yours had - and then he was staring back at you with wide brown eyes, a soft blush coming to his cheeks when he realized just how…. Sudden this meeting was… he looked a mess and you… well, you looked beautiful. He’d heard about you, too. You were a legend from your own Volleyball team, the current volleyball team. “_-_-_______? It’s… It’s you?”

Despite the suddenness of the reconnection of two souls in all the cosmos, you couldn’t help the fond smile on your face, prompting his own to imitate you, “So… I’m assuming your my Physical Therapy Doctor?”

Tsukishima Kei:

“Are you dense?”

What kind of asshole would you end up with that would talk to you like that? All these years, you’d been self conscious - not only of your intellectual impact and skill, but of the words that marked your body. How negative and rude they’d seem on your worst of days.

To make up for your soulmates already predetermined foul mood, you’d tried so hard to be positive - to show the light in the darkness, to be able to lend a hand or a shoulder for friends who were drowning in their own sorrows…. Not that they truly had much to be sad about… You were the one with an asshole for eternity.

But thinking like that would only cause darkness to enter your heart, so you pushed those thoughts away… Because you wouldn’t let your rude soulmate predetermine your own attitude.

“I wonder if he’s actually really nice… Like a total sweetheart.”

You were shaking your head before they finished with their sentence, “I doubt it… What kind of ‘nice’ person belittles someone without even knowing them?” Your close friend, Yuki, was quite the optimist when the two of you were compared. You wondered if your soulmate would make a better pair with her rather than you, who had to try your hardest at being kind and nice. It was just so easy to be rude and sarcastic!

Yuki shrugged, “Well, who knows? You might be surprised- ______! Watch out!”

Before you could understand what she was warning you about, a large mass came crashing into your body, effectively knocking the air out of you. Their form was much larger than yours, and you stepped back in a barely recognizable sense to equalize their weight with your own. But your foot caught the wrong angle of the curb of the walkway, and you felt your ankle roll under your weight.

Thankfully, the body of the young man who’d crashed into you was removed, and apologies went flying when they realized you’d drop to take in the damage of your ankle. But you didn’t cry. You bit your lip harshly, tears springing in your eyes, and heavy breathing wracking your lungs. But not a single whimper escaped from your. Which the young man thought was odd, “I am so so sorry! Oh my God… Here, let me help you… “

You wanted to push him away, wanted to beg Yuki to tell him to leave - hell you wanted to curse your lungs out at the idiotic boy who throws his body around like a ragdoll! You had quite the extensive vocabulary for curses, so you knew it would hit home at one insult or the other.

But you only pressed your lips together tightly and nodded your head, feeling Yuki’s softer hands reach down to help you back to your one good foot, “______, it’s alright to cry, you’re hurt!” Your inhale was shaky and slow, and Yuki’s eyebrows shot up, “Uh.. Yeah we need to get her to the nurse as soon as possible…. She’s about to lose it.”

“Like her mind?”

“Like her patience.” The young man jumped into action and swooped you into his arms before trotting over to the nurses station inside the building. The journey was less than comfortable, and you felt every single of his footfalls shoot electric fire to your jarred ankle.

Thankfully, the scene of the accident wasn’t far from medical help, and you were sitting in an examination room before you could really come to terms with the pain currently ripping through your ankle. The young man stayed with you, his guilt pulling his senses from any other priority he’d had before crashing into you.

You supposed on a certain level you appreciated his taking responsibility for what he’d done. But more so than not you wanted to punch his damn lights out for possibly putting your volleyball career in jeopardy.

“________ was it? I’m so sorry, I wasn’t paying attention and I was just doing my afternoon jog around the school and I guess I got so into picking the music and - “

He shut his mouth as soon as you held up your hand, he was well trained and you briefly wondered by who but it ultimately didn’t matter, “Look, I just need you to shut up and let me mourn the loss of my foot, okay?” The door opened and in came in a tall, lanky, blond young man - not 2 years older than yourself you were sure. He was good looking, but you were currently giving the jarhead to your left the chewing out of his lifetime. “Thanks to you, I’ll never be able to play volleyball again, do you realize that? It’s all your fault, you blind idiot.”

You could have sworn you saw the doctor flinch.

Years of being nice and kind and sweet, crumbling before you in a split second - an accident that could cause your entire life to fall apart was all it took for your patience to completely snap. The young man looked downright ashamed, his shoulders low, his head hung, his eyebrows furrowed as he internally wracked his brain for anything to say to make up for what he’d probably done.

Cool fingers touched the heated, swelling of your ankle, and you jumped in surprise - restraining your knee jerk reaction to kick the perv in the face! But when you looked down at your ankle, you saw the top of the blond doctor’s head. He didn’t say a word, just allowed his fingertips to gently, with a ghostly stroke, poke and prod your ankle. He was a professional, it seemed, so you didn’t question him.

Shifting beside you had you glaring at the young sports boy, “I don’t think your career is ruined…. Maybe delayed… You know there are a lot of great athletes who’ve had to go through physical therapy to get their movement back.”

Your glare didn’t lessen, in fact you threw in an ‘unimpressed eyebrow’ to make it more severe. You felt eyes on your face, and when you glanced back down to the doctor, you could have sworn he’d turned his attention back to your ankle. Though there was a slight uplift to his cheek… As if he were smiling at you giving this jock the business.

“I know you don’t believe me, _____, but it’s going to work out! It’s going to be hard as hell, but it’ll be fine! Physical therapy is the end all to accidents!”

The fingers on your ankle stilled, and the blond doctor tilted his head a bit, his eyes squinted as if he were trying to see through what the jock had said to see the truth… Or at least the sense of his words. His lips pursed, then pressed together to keep what he had to say to himself.

But in the end, he couldn’t contain himself. “Are you dense? Physical therapy doesn’t fix everything, moron. You’re lucky it’s only a sprained ankle and not something worse. What kind of idiot thinks Physical Therapy can solve everything they screw up on?”

Stinging pulled your attention from the conversation in front of you, pulled it straight to your hip. Your hand rested over the tingling you felt under your waistband, but you needed to know. You needed to know now. So you leaned back on the examination table, resting on your hand as you pulled down the waistband of your pants just enough to see where your tattoo…. Had been.

All that remained was irritated skin… And the outline of what had once marked your body for so long.

“Jeez, Tsukishima, you don’t have to be an asshat about it just because you’re a fancy pre-med.” The jock held up his hands in mock defense, finding the doctors insults to be a bit much even for his track record.

Your eyebrows furrowed as you finally looked up from your hip, away from the red skin, from the faint hint of a tattoo…

And you met the eyes of the young man who’d uttered the rude words that had plagued your entire life. Hardened gold, sharp and observing…. You. The gulp that rushed down your throat was not your decision, but at the sight of it the doctor, Tsukishima, sent you a smirk.

“I thought… I thought you’d say that to me…” It was so soft, you weren’t even sure you’d call that a whisper, especially not coming from you.

Tsukishima stood up straight; You hadn’t noticed how tall he was when he’d entered the room. It was almost like he was ignoring you as he picked up your medical record and made his notes, indicating what actions he’d taken and what would be the next steps in your recovery. “Ryo… You can go now - I’ll issue her a pair of crutches and contact someone who can help her to her dorm.” The young man, Ryo, went to protest, but Tsukishima shooed him away without another word.

“Good luck, ______… Salty-shima.” A baby snide, but it had you snickering at your doctors expense.

Then silence enveloped the room, the air between you and Tsukishima seemed… charged.. Or maybe expecting… The two of you had been destined for the other, so you’d both known this moment was coming… That didn’t make either of you prepared for the moment you’d meet. And while the two of you tried to grasp at anything to say to the other, to their own soulmate, Tsukishima took his time in wrapping your very angrily swollen ankle in a tight but necessary gauze.

“Did you know who I was…? When you walked in?”

He hadn’t thought you’d notice his flinch, so he nodded, “The inside of my bicep felt on fire. But I had no idea it would be you before this. Aren’t you supposed to be the nice one?” A small teasing smirk, and you felt your heart soar into your throat, making a blush bloom across your cheeks at just the sight of something so snarky.

You couldn’t tell if you wanted to hit him or kiss him.

“Oh, nothing to say?” Another smirk, and you could feel his poking at your self control, “I figured you’d give me some sort of challenge.” You cleared your throat and he glanced up at you curiously, raising a fine blond eyebrow.

“My challenges seem to be more of the…. Physical … type….” You winked, and internally you were screaming. Did you really just come on to your own soulmate within the first hour of meeting each other?? What kind of horn-dog were you??

But an amused chuckle escaped his mouth as he rose back to full height, taking note in your record as he dug, “Not with that ankle they aren’t.”

You had never been so excited to be bullied.

Ushijima Wakatoshi:

For years you’d felt a harsh sense of jealousy… eating you alive every moment you were with your friends or family… With people who’d both met their soulmate and those who hadn’t yet - no matter where you were you felt raging envy ripping you to shreds.

Not because you were alone.

Not because your tattoo, the first thing your soulmate would say to you, was placed oddly on the pressure point of your neck.

Neither of those things had cause the green monster inside you to cause havoc of your life. Those two were manageable.

“You.”

That’s what your tattoo said. Simple. One word. You couldn’t remember the last time ‘you’ wasn’t used in talking to another human being, animal, plant - for fucks sake you were sure it was used when referring to companies and buildings! You wouldn’t doubt it at the very least!

So realizing how ultimately futile it would be for you to talk to every single person, and get your hopes up every single time their first word to you wasn’t you… it’d been the day you’d lost all hope. There wasn’t a point to searching for him anymore.

After the sense of despair of helplessness passed, though, you moved onto rejection. Did you really want a man who only said one word to his soulmate? One word to anyone in general? Why would you want someone so communicatively delayed?

Your course of action at that time was to avoid anyone of the opposite sex that you hadn’t talked to already. Purposely turning the other way and walking away without an explanation. You’d even done it to a few professors when they’d come to welcome you to their class. You’d be damned if you ever met this bastard who couldn’t talk to save his ass.

When you tripped over a fellow player during a Volleyball game, you thought you’d hit the jackpot! This meant being home, bedridden, the only people coming or going would be friends and family, people who knew you and could actually talk like normal adults!

But the stars in your eyes had immediately beens snuffed out when you came to conclusion… If you didn’t fix your busted knee… you’d never be able to play your favorite sport ever again.

That had been your motivator. That had pushed you to go to physical therapy and take their medications to help with the pain. Those doctor meetings were quiet. Almost cold whenever the doctor referred to you, or asked for your opinion on something. Not that they really noticed, you offered, they were too busy making money off your injury.

The very first day in the physical therapy building, in the exercise workshop, you felt…. Something close to dread fill your body.

So many young men. Each with their own physical issues. None of which… you’d ever met before.

With each eager young man coming to you, introducing themselves and offering their help in your recovery, you felt more at ease. None of them hit that magic word. None of them seemed to care for anything other than possibly touching your body. Which you immediately put a stop to, saying you were fine helping yourself.

Each day a new young man came in with an injury, sometimes a girl, and each day someone would get healthy enough to pass the physical therapy challenge and move on with their lives. Move on from this obstacle of getting better and exercising their injured body part.

But no matter how much exercise you did… Your knee only seemed to get worse. Only hurt a little more every day.

Your hand slipped from the railing that held your weight as you exercised your knee. And you felt like you were immediately going to perish now that you had no support under you. Unknowingly, you let out a yelp of surprise when you fell forward.

But you didn’t hit the ground. Your legs hand’t buckled under you. In fact they were stock straight as if you had just been about to fall face first against the floor. You’d closed your eyes tightly but when you felt yourself being pulled back up to a standing position, albeit crouching since you still needed the support of the hand rails, you opened your eyes and turned your head to face your savior!

Olive eyes met your gaze dead on, and you felt a sense of… not quite unease, but more concern. Had he been staring at you the entire time? You cleared your throat, still dedicated to not uttering a word to any male. Not while you were still an unclaimed soul. You didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of the possibility. Especially your soulmate who didn’t even know how to properly talk to someone!

You recognized your savior. He was the ace of his high school, and you thought you’d seen his teams promotional pictures all over the campus to bring in the crowds to his college games. Ushijima, you thought his name was. Or something close to it. Thankfully, you noticed he wasn’t much of a talker either, he nodded to you before turning and doing his healing lunges back to the other side of the room.

From that day forward, you couldn’t stop thinking about his eyes. His furrowed eyebrows. Had he been waiting for you to say something? Had he been thinking you would? You’d wanted to, you wanted to be polite to anyone who helped someone out… But how could you risk it?

Not that there was much to risk. Your disappointment? Your pride? Maybe just a few seconds of your time?

It hadn’t been two weeks since he’d helped you from falling on your face, and you couldn’t stop glancing over in his direction whenever you were able. You didn’t think you were obvious, but more than a few times you’d catch his gaze - and a warmth would bloom in your chest before spreading across your cheeks and making you look away.

But he wasn’t innocent. More than a few times, you’d catch him staring at you. An unrecognized expression on his face, as if he were lost deep in thought. You’d heard around that Ushijima was more of the strong and silent type, only speaking when absolutely necessary or whenever he saw fit. You respected that about him. You’d also heard he was more of the gentle giant, that he usually looked very scary and unapproachable or even like a monster… but he was nothing more than a giant teddy bear.

So it wasn’t scary for you to walk straight up to him, with your crutches pinching your underarms, “Why are you always staring at me? Haven’t you seen someone recovering from a messed up knee before? Don’t you think you could be a little more subtle?” You huffed in frustration, sending him a glare, wanting him to know you didn’t appreciate his blatant staring. “What are you staring at?” Rhetorical, you knew it was you, but you wanted to know why. What about you was causing his eyes to return to you with every chance he got.

The flinch of his was so minuscule, so minor, you weren’t sure it was what you’d seen. Maybe one of his muscles twitched? Maybe he’d taken issue with what you’d accused him of.

But Ushijima felt an explosion of fluttering erupt in his chest, and the following warmth had his olive eyes softening as he stared down at you. He wasn’t one to make the first move, and thankfully you’d done that for him. So he didn’t feel too worried when he reached out and pushed your hair behind your ear.

Revealing your tattoo.

“You.”

Just as you were going to slap his hand away, accuse him of being like all the others and saying your tattoo just to make it seem like he was your soulmate…. You felt pain shock over your pressure point. As if your tattoo had erupted into flames.

Your hand reached up and covered your tattoo, or at least where it had been, and your eyes twinged almost closed while you stared up at him. Ushijima’s expression was unreadable as he lifted his shirt with his other hand, showing off his impressive torso. SO many muscles, so much skin to touch, your fingers twitched against your jaw - you WANTED to touch him.

But that wasn’t the reason he was flashing you. Your eyes took their time appreciating his physique before landing on his pectoral muscle… His knuckles resting on his skin just before his collarbone, just above the irritated skin. You could barely make out what it had said before burning him - but the trace remains pointed to your accusatory question.

So this was your communicatively delayed soulmate.