#bokuto is wearing the same thing as akaashi under that robe

[snow-owl-boyfriend]

Happy Halloween

[samwrights]

Saint

Um. I’m sorry 🤷🏻‍♀️ lmao no tf I’m not. Thank you anon for this request! It’s been a really long time since I’ve wrote actual smut so let’s give a whirl, shall we?

Warnings: NSFW. Dirty talk, choking, rough sex (though only a brief mention of actual penetration), degradation, and I think that’s it? NSFW under the cut.

The two of you were such a strange dynamic to begin with. Despite his large, athletic build, Kuroo Tetsurō was a brilliant man that often donned a lab coat; using his brains to support chemical innovation in the world. He was sarcastic and playful, yet dorky and very sincere despite the loving a good battle of wit. Truly, he was the total package.

You, on the other hand, barely reached his chest with your short stature. Loud, bossy, but a visionary with unwavering courage that stood out astronomical miles in your field of being an editor for an alternative magazine. Miranda Priestly has nothing on you in terms of work ethic.

Despite the fact that the two of you have been dating since your first year at university together, it still blew everyone away that the two of you had even lasted, let alone for the last six years.

“There’s no way the sex is that good,” Bokuto had balked. The former Fukurodani ace, along with his former setter and now partner, and Kuroo himself got together one Saturday a month for a boy’s night. Some days, Tsukishima Kei would join in, along with Hinata. Today, it was just the old Tokyo trio. “Dude, she’s crazy!”

“I’m not saying anything,” says Kuroo, holding up his hands in nonchalance before knocking back the rest of the beer in his bottle. “But yes, it is that good.” It wasn’t Kuroo’s only reason for being with you, no. You were a hard worker that always gave more than one-hundred percent at everything you did, including your guys’ relationship. In that was your unmatchable ability to resolve any conflict. It seemed like such a stupid reason to stay with someone, Bokuto and Akaashi had even told him so at one point, but he knew that the Fukurodani couple had never felt the strength, growth, and peace that it did for your relationship. 

Imagine being with somebody who listened to you and actively sought to work through problems together rather than starting a fight because you forgot it was your turn to do the dishes. Kuroo had never been in such a fulfilling relationship and, to be honest, he didn’t want to attempt to find another one—he was in it for the long haul and he wouldn’t stop until you told him it was over.

“She’s a top.” Akaashi blanches, noticing the way Kuroo’s eyes almost distance as he silently reflects on his relationship. “He’s got the same look in his eye when I wonder why I’m dating you,” the former setter deadpans, staring at his silver haired partner.

“You are so mean, Akaashi!”

“Are you implying Bokuto’s—you know what, never mind,” Kuroo stops in his tracks, reaching for another bottle from the bucket. “I don’t even wanna know.”

“Babe, I’m home!” Kuroo calls out the minute he steps through the threshold of your guys’ shared apartment. He can hear the stovetop kettle whistling as you make yourself your usual evening tea to unwind after an impromptu day at the office. “Hey,” he greets again as he steps into the kitchen. You’re only wearing a mid-length fluffy robe, from what he can tell.

“Hey, baby. How was boy’s night?”

“The usual,” Kuroo sidles closer, wrapping one arm around your waist before pressing a kiss into your hair, “still thinking I’m crazy for dealing with you.” A laugh escapes you as you pour your tea.

“I mean, you kind of are,” you concede, “you’re an absolute saint for putting up with me.” An unimpressed hum leaves his lips as he adjusts himself so that he has both hands on your waist. His hazel eyes are burning into yours as he glowers—he doesn’t like it you talk about yourself like this; like you were a burden; like you were too much to handle. “Oh, you know it’s true. I’m a lot to deal with.” You roll your eyes before gently pushing him out of your way so that you can curl up in front of your little fireplace.

“[name], you know that it’s not true.”

“What, that you’re a saint—“

“Baby, I am the furthest thing from that.” You’re thankful that Kuroo at least gave you a moment to set the mug down before he’s on top of you in the most feral way. With lips latched onto the base of your neck, Kuroo’s expert hands fiddle with the knot that’s holding your robe together. “Stop saying you’re too much,” the former Nekoma captain murmurs along your collarbone as he ventures down. “If anything, you aren’t enough.”

“Tetsu...” You simper as he nips at the flesh.

“I can never have enough of you.” When did his fingers undo your robe? You had no idea, nor did it matter the moment. Calloused fingers danced along your bare stomach, tracing patterns unknown to you before traveling town the tops of your thighs.

“Tetsu, touch me.” The words leave your lips in a breathless whine. A chuckle rumbles in his chest, his breath fanning over you as he looks up at you, all the while his tongue darts out to tease your bare nipples.

“You know, Akaashi thinks you’re a top,” he muses as he travels from one breast to another, as if he were talking about the weather rather than your sexual preferences. “Should I tell them next time you love being fucked like a whore?” The word leaves Kuroo’s lips as he jams two fingers inside of you. It should be unpleasant, it would be unpleasant, if just looking at your boyfriend didn’t turn you on instantly. “Aw, cute. You’re already wet.”

“Skip the foreplay, Tetsu—“

“And now you think you’re calling the shots?” Kuroo takes his freehand that’s been essentially absent until now, and presses it into your throat. The heel of his hand is digging into the base of your neck while his fingers give tentative squeezes around the sides of your windpipe. He’s checking to make sure he has your consent to continue. You only moan in response. “Who’s in charge here, princess?” It’s difficult to respond with a hand wrapped around your neck; even more so when your boyfriend has two fingers ramming themselves into you just the way you love it.

“You are, Tetsu.” You manage to rasp out, your hands traveling underneath his shirt. You needed to touch him. Feeling the delicate pads of your manicured fingers even just grazing the muscle under his abdomen earns a groan from the man above you. He pulls his fingers out from you, earning a moan in disappointment from your struggling mouth as you long for the feeling of being filled. Instead, he rolls your sensitive clit between his middle and index fingers, doing anything and everything to rile you up.

“You never answered my question.” Kuroo deadpans, bringing his face dangerously close to yours. You can smell the stale wheat ale on his breath as his nose delicately rests on yours, all the while his hand is still nearly strangling you. At some point, spots in your vision were beginning to cut out from the lack of oxygen—Kuroo could even tell. It was a look he never grew tired of seeing. “Answer the question.” He bites out, slamming his lips on yours. The succession of movements comes rapidly as he finally lets go of your throat, pulling away to allow you to breathe while simultaneously rubbing at your clit vigorously to coax your first orgasm of the night. “Want me to tell the boys you love getting fucked like a whore?” He asks again. For a moment, you teeter back and forth between saying yes and no. If you said no, he was going to keep playing with you in the way you craved after a rough day at work. But if you said yes, he was either going to choke you with his hand or his cock.

Either option is favorable at this point.

Tetsurō’s fingers are moving with a knowledge that only he knew—bringing you closer and closer to orgasm as he inserts them once again, curling them instinctively to push on your sweet spot. “Fuck!” You scream, the word sending shivers up Kuroo’s spine. But for your sake, he’s doing his best to ignore how much he wants to rip his own clothes off and pound into you and break the couch. Again.

“C’mon baby, tell me.” It was meant to come out as a demand, you knew so, but the most Kuroo could muster out right now was broken pleas thanks to his throbbing erection. He needed to be inside you, and he needed it now.

“Go ahead,” you all but cry out and for a moment the man is unsure if you’re giving him permission to fuck you or tell his friends the real dirty details of your sex life. “Tell them the truth, tell them I’m your little slut.” Kuroo lets out a groan before tearing his fingers away from you once again and immediately unbuckling his jeans, revealing his painfully hard cock and filling you without a bout of resistance. Both of you let a breath out, as if neither of you realized you were holding one.

“I love you,” he reminds you, breaking character for just a moment. Or rather, in apology because you know he’s going to break the goddamn couch again. Experimentally, Kuroo cautiously pulls out, his cock bottoming out inside of you as he does so, before just leaving the tip inside of you. His hand is dancing along your throat again, as the two of you hold eye contact. “Still think I’m a saint?”

[cheezritsu]

Haikyuu Couple Aesthetics (pt 2)

part one here!

Kageyama Tobio: couple workouts, linked pinkies, lingering touches, butterflies in your stomach even after years of knowing him, parting his sweaty bangs after a gruelling match, sitting in your lap during study sessions. The childhood friends couple; always attending his games, setting a separate ringtone for when he calls at 2 am from another country, his thumb caressing your cheek when he kisses you, walking home after practices with his face washed with sunset; tiny, barely there smiles meant for your eyes only; mundane tasks as dates, buying magazine covers with his face on them; knuckle kisses, massaging his tense muscles after long, grueling days; pressing your foreheads together, looking deep into his love filled eyes; always following your advice, wrapping his arms around your waist and breathing in your scent; recalling old memories with his grandfather, cooing over baby pictures, having each other as your phone background, being prideful for him, trophy husband jokes; standing up for him no matter what. Slow, unsure kisses, even after so many years; always saying “see you later” and never goodbye, soothing his worries with a hug, knowing what he means even when he’s quiet. You two are the star crossed lovers, never quite separated as long as you’re in love. 

Hinata Shoyo: 8 hour phone calls, tan lines, bruised arms, giving Natsu advice like she’s your sister; the sunshine couple; constant encouragement, sitting on the back of his bike and going down hills, Marvel movie marathons, talking so much you forget to eat, reading Shonen jump together, him teaching you volleyball, showing up to all his matches; the number 10 proudly across your chest; brushing away his frustrated tears with the back of your hand; video calls with 12 hours between you two, spontaneous dates, convenience store slushies, being shown off to his friends, pinky promises, cheek kisses, running through the streets with intertwined hands, laughing maniacally; making any day an adventure, getting meat buns at 2am, sitting in the stands at practices, learning Brazilian recipes, smiling contently as he tells yet another story about Brazil; holding his face so gently he might cry, hugging him like he’ll vanish under your fingertips; never whispering “I love you,” only screaming it so everyone can hear. Proud smiles, even in hard times. You two are Icarus and the sun, your fierce love the one thing that keeps the wax from melting under your wings. 

Azumane Asahi: braiding each others hair, linking pinkies, slightly mismatched appearances, long, ambling walks home while the sun sets; comforting whispers, spinning hugs, promise rings, the sweet couple; always having the right words, modeling his designs, long distance calls on Saturday nights, dried roses, brown sugar boba tea, framed couple photos, bubble baths, fingers tangled in each other’s hair, running errands as dates; sleeping in his tee shirts while he’s away, stealing glances at one another, shoulders always touching on train rides, still blushing whenever your hands brush, being his personal cheerleader, having a mailbox with both your names on it, at home haircuts, rainy day dates; softly kissing each other awake; candid photos, monthly anniversary gifts, a comforting touch always close at hand. You two are Orpheus and Eurydice, willing to plunge the depths of hell to stay together. 

Iwaizumi Hajime: late night FaceTimes, learning to skateboard, insulting one another as a love language, stuttering out “I love yous”, couple workouts, being in each other’s profile pictures, bullying each other at any given moment, double dates, matching denim jackets, couple outfit of the day posts, melting into his arms, airport reunions, stealing his food during dates, the laid back couple; stealing his hoodies, long walks filled with easy conversation, having a dog as a child, being dubbed “Iwaizumi’s cool partner,” wherever you go; late night convenience store runs, sunrise hikes, arm wrestling competitions to win arguments, protective arms around your waist as you sleep, unironically calling him “Iwa-Chan”; cheesy Disneyland California couple photos, staying up with him as he studies for exams, rubbing the tension out of his shoulders, listening to his old Seijoh stories, being loved by Makki, Mattsun and Oikawa, resting a comforting hand on his chest, taking pictures of him in the background at sports events, taking pride in everything each other does. Not so much saying it love you,’ but seeing it. You two are the moon and the ocean; tidally locked with one another, and never wanting it any other way. 

Ushijima Wakatoshi: taping his matches on tv, wearing his coats when he’s away, champagne flutes, fancy dinner parties, the classy couple; musky, dark cologne, tacky souvenirs from countries he’s visited, indoor plants everywhere, cooking breakfast together whenever possible, courtside seats at his games, peaceful silences, quiet vacations, fancy dinner dates, pearl necklaces, first class flights, monogrammed luggage, smiling at your shared last name, french manicures, laced hands, moonlit walks, promise rings, handwritten letters, traditional weddings, feather light kisses to your knuckles; listening to his voice to fall asleep, mindless touches, secret smiles, ironic heart emojis, learning each other’s love language, sitting in his lap while he watches matches, coming home together after long days apart, fluffy white robes, his and hers sinks, forehead kisses, patiences, evenings spent reminiscing with Shiratorizawa, never losing sight of what’s important: each other. Accepting him no matter what, squeezing his hand for reassurance, saying ‘goodbye’ just so you can say ‘hello’. You two are like wild ivy, growing and entangling in one other until you’ve become one. 

Tendou Satori: watching anime until the sun comes up, taping his bruised fingers, singing his impromptu songs, cheering loudly for him at games, exchanging memes for hours, the silly couple; walking home with swinging intertwined hands, comic shop dates, playful banter, calling him “miracle boy” with a seriousness that makes him blush; bullying Goshiki, amusement park dates, stuffed animal presents, incoherent love notes, keeping pictures of you in his wallet, making chocolates in the dead of night, singing loudly in the shower, tickle fights, sneaking into his dorm when you can’t sleep, coming to his defense whenever, wherever; spit shakes, inside jokes, teasing whispers, learning tiktok dances, anime hoodies, cooing over his baby pictures, protective glares, shoulder touches, identical laughter, falling deeper in love with every passing second. You two are a hurricane; a force to be reckoned with with no intentions of stopping. 

Bokuto Kotarou: Being Akaashi’s worst nightmare, screaming songs in the car together, throwing rocks at each others windows in the dark, laughing on the phone underneath blankets, kisses every time you see each other; the inseparable couple; always knowing when he needs a hug, playing with his hair, wearing his jersey to volleyball matches, spoiling him at any chance, staying in bed an extra five minutes, trying new restaurants every other day, getting lost in the city for hours, constant snapchats, good morning texts, surprise visits at work, piggy back rides, ice cream on summer days, friendship bracelets, comedy movies, Polaroid pictures, bear hugs, beach dates, sleeping with his head in the crook of your neck. Hands always touching, nose kisses, spikes dedicated to you, air kisses across crowded stadiums, posing for paparazzi, the entire world knowing your name because he can’t keep your name out of his mouth for ten seconds. You two are remnants of the same star, finding one another across space and time. 

Semi Eita: dyed hair, eyebrow piercings, walls lined with guitars, dive bars, muffled singing from the shower, sake shots, world tours, chain necklaces, wearing his merchandise, karaoke dates, fishnet stockings, luxury hotels,the sexy couple; being his muse, velvet sofas, singing duets in the kitchen while making breakfast, dazzling smiles, having a makeshift recording studio in your living room, papers littered with song lyrics, starving artist budgets, breakthroughs at 4am, meeting his old teammates at concerts, silly audio recordings of meaningless conversations, “babe, listen to this!” the intimacy of sharing headphones, pressing kisses to his calloused fingertips, having more amps than furniture, spending hours in comfortable silence untangling his chords, the rush of listening to his new songs, constantly being on your toes, kisses that make your heart stop, being so proud of him. Long days spent slaving over work, his soft voice smooth like honey. Agonizing practices, staying by his side no matter what. You two are Bonnie and Clyd; absolute ride or dies through thick and thin. 

Kozume Kenma: watching all his videos, popping by work to give him lunch, singing softly while doing laundry at his house, making out in his gaming chair, soft, the intuitive couple; teasing fingers up your thigh, expensive gifts, housewife jokes, blanket burritos, at home dates, Speedrunning videos games, botched apple pies, having delivery on speed dial, curling his hair behind his ear before kisses, cat cafes, Gucci sunglasses, jamming to video game soundtracks, DND game nights, being in the background of his live streams, owning cats like children, bingeing on convenience store snacks, horror movie marathons, making fun of Kuroo, carding your hands through his growing hair, quick, stolen kisses, feeling completely at home with one another; watching cartoons till one am, matching stickers on your Nintendo switches, animal crossing weddings, sharing scarves, waking up curled into each other with the afternoon sun through your blinds, genuine and ugly laughter; smiles so soft you think you’re imaging them, listening to him pour his heart out about a game that broke him; ever laughing at him, slowly slipping to sleep while he plays video games, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. You two are video game protagonists, falling in love like the universe intended you to. 

Suna Rintaro: Black sports cars, luxury apartments, Adidas track pants, fresh Nike sneakers, black and white everything; the aesthetic couple; matching outfits, silver rings, flashing lights, hazy bars, rolled blunts, hip hop beats rattling through your car speakers, late night texts, slow, languid kisses; rainy days, bedroom eyes, button down shirts, chipped nail polish, saying “bruh,” instead of “babe,” petty insults, wandering hands, dipping out of family reunions, noise complaints, throwing snacks into each other’s mouths, having your orders known at a restaurant, red solo cups, ash trays, house parties, spinning a record and listening to it for hours, laying on the floor with nothing to do; silk sheets, midnight drives, stupid jokes, lazy smiles, fist bumps, the inherent romanticism of not being romantic; bathroom selfies, upsetting the twins, always being one the same page, wilted flowers, tracing the outline of his lips before diving in for a kiss, trusting one another completely. You two are silver screen lovers, having the romance all teenagers would die to have. 

[itbeajen]

Omorfos Kosmo | Haikyuu x Reader

Chapter 2 - Cats, Crows, and Garbage

"Of all things to happen, it has to be the first years and the second year idiot duo that are missing..." Daichi sighs as he paces around their guild hall.

ID: Sawachi Main: Holy Knight Level: 66 - Exp 45/100% Guild: Karasuno Fun Fact: Many people think Daichi's ID was named by Tanaka and Nishinoya, but it was actually given to him by Sugawara.

Similar to how Hinata had an entire black outfit beneath his armor, Daichi was the same. The only exception being the full on armor that covered his body from head to toe, although his helmet was off - for once - and his usual bastard sword and shield were strapped to his back. The metallic knight-like armor wasn't too intricately designed, with a few wings adorning it here and there, but it shined brightly under the sparkling crystals that illuminated their guild hall. Although their guild was recent, in fact all guilds were, they grew rather quickly, expanding and culminating guild points in order to obtain various guild buffs and benefits. The tapestry that adorned the center of the back wall displayed a fierce crow against the black fabric that was decorated with an intricate orange design. Their guild members all proudly wore the guild colors, with the exception of Tsukishima who occasionally did and occasionally didn't.

Ennoshita sighed, "I wonder where they could be." He sat down on the sofa, gently rubbing his temples as he could only imagine what the idiotic duos of both respective years were up to. And he desperately hoped they were okay, as one of the guild officers, he couldn't afford to have them run wild amok the cities again.

ID: Chakra Main: Holy Knight Level: 61 - Exp 58/100% Guild: Karasuno Fun fact: Ennoshita's main character was created by Nishinoya and Tanaka, and then they forced him to play it cause "THE ENTIRE VOLLEYBALL TEAM NEEDS TO BE THERE."

Similar to Daichi, his skill set was also built to be a warrior using divine skills. But unlike their captain, Ennoshita's build was meant for damage whereas Daichi was set to divert attention away from the main tank. With equipment similar to Daichi, the only difference was the ease of mobility and the greater balance in skills than Daichi. Whereas Daichi would focus a little bit more on the defensive, Ennoshita's build is made to be both offensive and defensive when he needs to, although he leans towards the offensive.

"Well, you can't blame them... They don't even do daily quests with us half the time," Sugawara sighed, shaking his head.

ID: Sugawara Main: Priest Level: 65 - Exp 0/100% Guild: Karasuno Fun Fact: Was about to have his ID be SugaSuga, but he caught Tanaka and Nishinoya before they were able to click the create button.

The silver haired guild officer sighed, his finger poking at his friends list and guild list in hopes that maybe the messenger system will suddenly start working. The three guild members were the only ones at the guild. Asahi and Kiyoko were wandering town in hopes that maybe their members were just lost in town, but outside of the green dots beside their friends' name, that's the only clue they had to know that they were online.

Sugawara was pulling at his outfit, it was pretty similar to Tsukishima's the only difference was probably the the outer layer. As a priest, Sugawara's outfit was more like a giant robe than the two piece coat and suit that Tsukishima wore. And of course, being the loyal mother crow, he proudly adorned the guild colors of orange and black.

"Well, knowing Kageyama and Hinata... they'll probably get lost. They are pretty bad with directions after all," Ennoshita sighed as he unequipped his armor manually. He was intrigued that by being thrown into the game so many different things were possible. He had barely finished talking when the door to the guild hall was rapped several times. Had it been another guild member, they would have been allowed to enter right away due to the security settings. The trio glanced at each other and Daichi went to open the door. As soon as the door opened, the familiar black bedhead and a head of pudding greeted them. Both of them wearing their signature black and red guild colors.

"Kuroo-san, and Kenma-san," Daichi acknowledged. Kenma's nose scrunched up slightly and he responded, "You can drop the honorifics."

ID: Kenma Main: Priest Level: 70 - Exp 0/100% Guild: Nekoma Fun fact: Kenma is slightly bothered by the unbalance of character classes in his guild. But he doesn't have the motivation to tell them.

Daichi blinked once and nodded, "I see. Come on in, sorry it's only us three."

Kenma blinked several times, his cat-like eyes analyzing the room and he asked, "Shouyou didn't make it back?" The sound of a cup dropping and armor falling clearly showed that he should've chose better wording and Kuroo laughed, "We didn't mean it that way. Kenma's just wondering where Chibi-chan is since he was just messaging him earlier."

The scheming captain whistled appreciatively of the decor in Karasuno's guild hall and he nodded, "Looks pretty, much nicer than ours."

ID: Kuroo Main: Warrior Level: 69 - Exp 99.8/100% Guild: Nekoma Fun fact: Kuroo was a horrible tank for the first several party runs they did, and Kenma had to play his character for him to demonstrate how to be a tank.

Kenma doesn't respond, his hand at his left ear as he waited for Hinata to pick up the call. But upon hearing it fall silent he frowned, "Shouyou didn't pick up either..."

"Your communication systems work?" Sugawara asked. Kenma nodded and he softly explained, "It seems as though the people you last partied with and whoever you meet again in person are the only ones we're capable of talking to through the friends communication. Your guild leader should be capable of using the guild shout out function to contact everyone, but only he'll be able to receive responses."

Daichi sighed, "I've already tried, only Yamaguchi responded, and he's on the way to the guild. He's not with anyone else either."

"I'm surprised Shouyou isn't back... we last logged out at the city gates, so we shouldn't have taken that long to head back to town and- Excuse me." Kenma cut himself off, quickly answering a call.

"Kenma! Where'd you go?!"

Kuroo watches as Kenma winces from the call and Kuroo snickered, "It's probably Lev." He received an affirmative nod from the priest who stays silent for the longest period of time, only to respond with, "Karasuno."

Another wince and a flinch occurs on the pudding haired male. His face suddenly distorts into one of pure disgust and irritation combined together and he mutters a quick bye and cuts the communication channel off. He sighs and Kuroo tilts his head in a silent question.

"Lev found Bokuto and Akaashi."

"Oya?" Kuroo's eyes lit up mischievously and Kenma deadpanned, "Please don't do anything stupid. We still don't know how the game mechanics work and-"

Kenma stops talking at the sound of the guild door opening. Kiyoko and Asahi step in, both of them looking a bit tired and definitely dehydrated. Ennoshita quickly offered them water and they thankfully took it. Daichi glanced over to them, "No luck?"

Asahi shook his head and sighed, "Couldn't find anyone even after searching all of the center of town. We didn't go to the edges though.. there were some nasty rumors about people dragging others into the fields to PK."

ID: GentleGiant Main: Holy Knight Level: 67 - Exp 0/100% Guild: Karasuno Fun fact: Asahi never wanted to be a tank, but somehow or another he got talked into doing it. And now he doesn't mind.

"So people are resorting to PK, huh..." Ennoshita muttered. He had predicted this may happen, especially since a lot of people are probably panicking and PK would mean loss of equipment, and that meant it would be easier to steal someone's gear. Kiyoko cleared her throat, her voice coming out softly but firm, "Death isn't an issue. You revive at the Town Square."

Everyone looked at her, eyes wide and they asked, "This was..."

"Confirmed," she finished, and she explained, while adjusting her bow that was slung across her back, "The same person who told us about the PKs also told us that whoever doesn't willingly give up their equipment automatically get KO'ed on the spot.. Apparently it's a group of players that are exploiting the edges of town where there's no supervision."

ID: Kiyoko Main: Archer Level: 60 - Exp 87/100% Guild: Karasuno Fun Fact: Was originally going to play a priest, but because Yachi ended up joining and becoming a priest, she switched back to her archer so that Yachi wouldn't constantly compare herself to her.

Kiyoko pulls up a map of the town, and she spreads it across the table, causing everyone to walk towards her. She points at the southern most gate, "As we all know, this town is a giant fortress. Back before the Transition update, walking from North to South already took us thirty minutes if we were running, and an hour or so if we walked through it. There are four gates, each of them pointing at a respective direction. Most travelers use the north and east gate, no one's been using the south gate. They managed to enter the NPC buildings where the South Gate's controls are and they've completely blocked it off." She manages to zoom in and it displays the magnificent crystal-made gate that blocked off the entire arch-way. However, at the bottom center of the gate, there was a smaller door that was just big enough to fit a small wagon in width and height.

"The players doing PK are blocking off that gate... and they're exploiting it." Kiyoko's voice trails off, and Kuroo groans, "The game barely updated this morning and not even a few hours later scumbags are already messing around? It's hard enough to keep calm in a situation like this, but to take advantage of the chaos..?" He shook his head, and he growled, "That pisses me off."

Kenma nods in agreement and he muttered, "If any of our guild members go past that area, they'll have difficulty. We're not the most powerful but-" He cuts himself off as he hears several pings, indicating he received messages. He excuses himself momentarily as he scans over the messages, not quite reading everything until he hits the most recent ones, just several minutes ago. He blinks at the sudden message on his screen, his eyes widening. And suddenly he clicks it.

ID: [L/N] 13:09

Kenma, do you know what's going on at these gates?

ID: [L/N] 13:10

I have two wounded companions and-

What is wrong with these people?!

Can you come to the south gate?

Kenma's eyes widened at your message and he glanced around. An archer, two tanks, two off-tanks, and two priests. He could work with this. And he quickly sent Lev a message, telling him to wait at the guild building's lobby. He quickly party requested Kuroo and he mumbled, "A friend of mine got caught at the south gates."

His eyes were narrowed and filled with disdain. Everyone else was shocked and Kuroo asked, "Is it someone we know?"

"No, but she's a good friend of mine, we play games together all the time and-" Kenma takes in a deep breath, "If she was alone I wouldn't be worried, but she's not."

"We can help too," Daichi offers. Kenma nods and he said, "Your guild stay in one party and Kuroo and I will be in another. You guys will be the vanguard though, since you have off-tanks. I'll explain the plan as we go there."

"Come on now sweetcakes, if you just hand those two lugs over and let us borrow them you can get off scotch free. Unless you want to play with us a little," the captain of this ragtag group grumbled. His tone of voice was disgusting you and your hands were already twitching to pull out your main weapon. Tsukishima winced as he took another step and he muttered, "I can't believe they poisoned us the moment we got within range of the town." You nodded in agreement. You had thrown a simple black robe over your outfit and Tsukishima's and Hinata's in order to prevent any possible attacks from wandering PK'ers. But who would've thought they would be camping at the South gates for unsuspecting travelers? You had already recalled Drihtan, ordering him to stay hidden since he was still a child, but the fact that all three of them had been hit at once by the poison gas was not something you expected. God damn Player Killers... Your left hand that was behind your back manage to grab one of your weapons, but one of the assassins on the ragtag group noticed and lunged at you with a dagger in hand. You flipped backward, quickly evaluating the situation and you command, "Lullaby!"

The haunting lullaby was a lot weaker without a proper instrument, but it was the best you could do with your vocal chords. You whip out your mandolin, and your fingers fly over the strings, eagerly buffing your team mates. "Enrapture: Battefield Overture and March Song!" Your teammates felt a power boost as you increased their damage and crit rate, while simultaneously increasing their speed and jump again, allowing them to dodge even if they were slightly sluggish. The captain growled, "She's a Grandmaster Bard! Don't take her lightly!" "Tch. Speed cast! Thunder!" Tsukishima called out. He tossed the charged mass of electricity towards the center of the group, immediately stunning them and electrocuting them. "They have a 30 second stun period where they can't move! Hinata get out of there!" Hinata nodded, swiftly dodging the assassins that had managed to dodge the magical AoE attack. After finally gaining some ground, he finally managed to grab his other sword, spinning both until he was dual wielding them. He spun on his heel, dodging the incoming attack from behind while at the same time slashing the one in front of him, causing him to lose an arm. Taking the opportunity when one of them was in pain, Hinata dragged both his blades across the back of the assassin that had attempted to do a back attack on him. Once both of them were injured and crawling next to each other, he grabbed their heads, banging them together and knocking them unconscious. He wipes the sweat off his forehead as he ungracefully rolls them against a tree and ties them up. "What's next?!" he called out, rushing back towards the main battlefield. He was a bit too far away as he was almost at the forest's edge again. You waited until he was just within range before strumming the strings once more. "Encore! Enrapture: Colorful Melody!" A ribbon of musical notes enveloped Tsukishima and Hinata, and you as well, extracting the poison and healing your wounds slowly. A holy knight lunged for you, his claymore just barely missing your head. If it had been a bit lower, that wouldn't have been good. You rushed forward, clutching the mandolin close to you as you dodged slashes and swings left and right. You skidded into the middle of the enemy ground, as they barely began to recover from Tsukishima's Thunder and your fingers immediately began to string together another debuff. "Seductress: Lullaby!" you called out. The hauntingly sweet tune of the lulling melody seeped into their body and caused them all to slump onto the ground, their heads drooping. The holy knight that was right behind you ended up falling face first, sound asleep and his claymore at his side. You let out a sigh of relief before quickly glancing at your mp. Ah, still good. Not even past 70% yet. Very. Nice. You smiled slightly, dodging an assassin that had broke away from Hinata. You frowned, "Come on, Hinata, couldn't even keep a mere assassin off me?" "Sorry [L/N]!" he called out as he sprinted over. He parried the assassin and you placed one hand on Hinata, "Call of the Wild!" Hinata was surprised to hear the normally archer only buff from you, but ignored it as he felt the increase in energy. And he muttered a quick thanks before bursting off, swords clashing against the mere daggers of the assassins. You hear the sound of ice cracking and suddenly witnesses a group of PK'ers falling to the ground, frozen solid almost hitting the cracks of ice that littered the ground surrounding Tsukishima. The tall blonde adjusted his glasses and extends his arm until his hand appears to be hovering above the fallen enemy troops. "Astral bind." Thorns of light encase them, and Tsukishima begins to load up another spell as he notices the sleeping enemies at your feet. "Fireball!" Your eyes widened at the cast and you smirked, how typical of him. You back flip out of the way, landing near by Hinata. You mutter another Call of the Wild, further increasing Hinata's damage and he nods gratefully before handling a stray holy knight. You began to relax, which was probably a bad decision as you didn't notice the leader of the ragtag group, a Brawler, right behind you. Tsukishima almost didn't notice it if it weren't the wind that blew the smoke away. His eyes widened and he immediately called out, "[L/N]!" You glance back, eyes widening as you barely dodge. But as a result, you slip due to the oversized robe and you cursed your luck. But before the brawler could do anything, a sword is pierced through their stomach and a mess of black hair is seen as the enemy twitches in pain and tries to get himself free. "Didn't they teach you to mess with someone your own size?" Kuroo practically purred. His eyes lock with yours and you get up, shakily. Kuroo pulls his sword out of the leader and Tsukishima immediately binds him. "Kuroo-san, if you were going to help, at least get here earlier." Tsukishima commented dryly. Kuroo snickered, "We didn't think you guys were gonna sweep the floors that quickly," he pauses and shouts, "Kenma! We missed out on the fun!" Kenma sighs from the side of the now opened gate. Daichi and Ennoshita are behind him, dragging out a bunch of unconscious players that were holding the control room. The pudding haired priest merely raises his wand up slightly, "Mystic Door: Location - Lockdown." The unconscious players are immediately sent to the jail within this game world and the captain watches with wide eyes as his subordinates are sent away. "Kenma!" Hinata called out, rushing back. "Shouyou. You're okay." Kenma merely nodded and was about to speak, but closed his mouth as he saw the remaining Karasuno members catch up to regroup. "Hinata! Tsukishima! You guys are okay!" Daichi and Ennoshita called out as they regrouped near you and Kuroo. Your cold gaze never left the man that was pinned onto the floor. He struggled slightly and you teased a string on your mandolin, an eerie tune silencing all noise around you guys. "A good boy shouldn't move," you murmured. The male froze, his eyes widening as he nodded eagerly, in hopes of easing your anger. Kenma approached you, and he merely tilted his head and you answered with a smile, "I'm fine. Kei and Hinata took most of the damage unfortunately." Kenma and Sugawara raise their weapons, "Heal." Divine light washed over you guys as you watched your HP bar return to full and you finally relaxed. It was teetering at 50%, and you turned to the male, "So, you were the leader of the PK'ers?" "I... They- They forced me-" He whimpers as soon as Kuroo's sword comes landing right next to his ear, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry! We thought that with the game like this, it'd be easier for us to exploit people and it was! We just wanted to finally catch up to all those elitists!" His head turns to the Karasuno and Nekoma guild, "You guys understand! Don't you?! The feeling of not being good enough! Even if we reach the level cap, we don't have the gear capable for running the higher end bosses and-" "So what? All of us worked hard to get to that level, stealing someone's hard work, that's something scum would do," Kuroo lashed out. The man on the ground got up, ripping his equipment and he lunged for you, only to be grabbed by the collar by Kuroo. "WHAT?! THIS- YOU." He turned to Kuroo. If looks could kill, he'd have been sent to the Town Square by now and he growled, "Elitist scum like you wouldn't understand! All of just want to be on the same level as those blasted mercenaries." "A blasted mercenary, huh?" you muttered. You waved your hand, and Kuroo ungraciously dropped the former PK'er onto the ground with a thud. You sighed, "Those players probably worked hard to get to where they were too." "Most of them are scums like you," he spat out, weakly glaring at you from the floor. If it weren't for everyone's glare and the fact that he was outnumbered, he would've done ran away by now. You sighed, it was impossible getting through this person's thick skull and you muttered, "If you want to get better, don't sit around sulking about your current situation and instead try to be productive. Combat isn't the only way to get better. And with a Brawler like you, you could focus on building yourself as a DPS character or even a tank. Brawlers have the Enragement skill which allows you guys to tank every possible hit for 1 damage only, but the only downside is that you can't use hp pots and you can't move afterwards." The brawler looked at you, eyes wide and you continued, "Most people who are frustrated and upset with the game, and often the ones that resort to PK'ing, it's because you guys either don't have friends that have connections, or in general you don't have connections. On top of that, it's hard to find a build that fits your playstyle. So tweak around with it a bit, explore your character choice, and then when the time comes, you and your friends can enjoy the game." "You don't understand how hard it is to get gear. And money. Bosses and rare drops are often the method in which we gain money and if you don't deal enough damage, no one will take you on runs," the brawler spat back at you. You hear him mutter something along the lines of how dumb you were for not understanding their struggle and you sighed. You reached into your item bag and slipped out a thin mint green coin and flicked it at him. "There," you smiled, he looked at it confused. He's never seen it before, but Kuroo and Daichi almost choked on the sight of the coin. He asked, "What-" "When the time comes, just bring that to the Mercenary Hall, they'll help you out for as long as a week, so use it wisely cause it's a one time use," you answered. You flashed him a bright smile and turned to Kenma, "Heal him please." "[L/N]," Kenma sighed, "You know you really-" "Haven't changed? I know," you smiled and continued, "But he'll learn from his ways. As long as he stops PK'ing, but the moment he starts again, that coin will disappear." "You..." Kenma's face was one of pure disbelief and he wanted to facepalm at your ridiculous antics. Tsukishima finished Kenma's sentence for him, "Idiot." "Kei!" "Tch. Kenma and I aren't going to help you again," the blonde scoffed and you shook your head, "Oh Kei, you don't get it. I've never really needed your help. It's just so much more fun with you two sulky children around." You smiled brightly and turned back to the brawlker, "I won't turn you in, but these boys might. So if you don't run off to the Lockdown and bail your friends, you're on your own mister." The brawler nodded before scrambling to his feet and running off. You hear the familiar flapping of wings as Drihtan landed beside you. The gentle dragon nuzzled your side, as though asking to see if you were okay and you responded with a gentle rub to his neck, "I'm fine boy, thank you for checking. Did I worry you?" Drihtan made a soft cooing noise and nodded its head. The Karasuno members and Kuroo watched in awe as you interacted with the dragon so easily and Kuroo whispered, "Kenma, you never mentioned she was a beta tester." "Ah... Well," Kenma muttered, "She's the reason I joined this game." He looked away and Kuroo grinned, "Oya?" You turned to them and you said, "I promised Hinata there that I'd take him up to his guild hall. As a true mercenary, I never go back on my words." You finished it proudly, one hand on your hip and the other over your heart and Daichi asked, "Uhm, we could always take him back, but you can come with us and reward you if you-" "Nah, I'm good when it comes to gold," you responded without a care in the world and you turned, "But it's my reputation. I did say I'd bring him back to the guild hall." "Reputation?" Ennoshita murmured. He didn't mean to say it aloud, but everyone had heard. And Tsukishima sighed, "[L/N] is actually a well-known mercenary... but you probably know her by her previous character's name." You tilted your head and you countered, "I wasn't that well-known." "You were mercenary of the week for three weeks within the first two months the game came out," Kenma retorted, clearly bothered by how humble you were. And you shrugged, "Hey, but that's pre-guild." "Wait, so what's her name?" Hinata asked, clearly intrigued. You laughed, "Sorry I didn't properly introduce myself to you Hinata. I really am [L/N], but my previous character was called Ying." There was a collective gasp and "Eh?!" and  "What?!" in the air and you scratched the back your neck awkwardly. And Hinata turned to Kenma, "I don't recognize her name." Kenma sighed, and he calmly patted Hinata's shoulder, "It's okay Shouyou. You don't have to." "Eh?!" Hinata whined and he pouted. But I want to know!