#bokuto kotaro oneshot

[junosmindpalace]

SHE WANTS YOU!

🎧 you’re proud to be my man, and i won’t let you go!

synopsis: they just can't see what a particular fangirl of theirs is trying to do...with the msby 4!

content: litte bits of insecure reader and little bit of clueless msby. but fears are put to rest. fluffy. casual intimacy. they are Smitten & loyal bfs

total wc: 4k

BOKUTO: Kotaro has always been good at handling difficult people. It just wasn’t in his nature to think the worst of them, and he handles even intentional malice by interpreting it as genuine questions or comments that needed a response to. And so he’d reflect and answer honestly how he felt, and that was often times enough to shut those kinds of people down. 

Even the seemingly most malicious kinds of people Bokuto eagerly approached in a friendly manner and treated as a close friend. That, of course, included his fans. 

He's always been one to enjoy basking in the limelight, being praised for his strengths and acknowledged for his easy going attitude. It was a great bolster to his self-esteem; he loved the people, and boy did they love him. 

It’s because of Kotaro’s easy going attitude that made forming a relationship with him very easy. 

Boundaries can become more easily crossed, but Kotaro doesn’t have very many, which only encourages fans to attempt to see just how far they can tread over the line before they’re pushed back on the other side of it. 

Of course, there was nothing wrong with fan interactions, especially on your end; your heart swelled when you saw the ways his fans supported him and how much joy your boyfriend took in connecting with them. Their support meant just as much as his love for the sport he plays.

But there’s one fan you just can’t help but get a bad feeling from.

It’s more instinctive than anything, but the fact that you’re a little too familiar with her doesn’t sit right with you. She's somehow managed to catch Bokuto at all his events, and talk with him outside of matches before he's due to depart from the arena. She's always eager to catch him, even at the very last second, but since it’s Bokuto, he has no qualms, and happily stays to chat for a couple of minutes before the coach insists the team needs to get a move on. 

And then she’d start to slowly up the physical touch, from brushing her hand against his skin while reaching for something for him to sign, to fully grasping his arm as she laughs at something he said. 

You knew he wouldn’t believe you at first when you brought up your concerns. 

“Really? I mean, I don't blame her for coming back for more; I'm awesome! But she’s only a fan!”

This one particular person you had a bad feeling about was not exempted from your boyfriend's goodwill, despite over time becoming more obvious with her intentions. Eventually, she began treating him like an old friend with some underlying feelings. 

“I don't think she has bad intentions.” he’d answer honestly in response to your concern. Of course, Bokuto doesn’t want to believe that this nice fan of his has an underlying agenda with her eager conversations, but he can at least see that the situation has been stressing you out with each reluctant drop of the subject, lip jutted out as if not fully soothed by his reassurance. 

She’s there in the crowd again, and you know that after the game, no matter the outcome, she’ll go looking for your boyfriend as he sticks around for a couple of interviews to conclude the day, and you dread it. The game goes smoothly, with Kotaro in perfect form, something you know he wasn’t able to achieve very often back in his high school days, and you can’t help but marvel sometimes at the amount of progress he’s made.

When the Jackals eventually file out of the gym after their triumphant win, you make a beeline for each other. He quickly runs to meet you halfway in one of the halls, caught up in his adrenaline high from the game as he wraps his arms around your waist and spins you off the ground. He’s sweaty, and how he still has energy is beyond you, but you don’t care and immediately reciprocate the affection, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Did you see me? Did you see how amazing I was out there?” he badgers excitedly as he puts you down, and you nod with a grin. 

“You did so good, Ko! That spike in the final set was—“ 

“Kotaro! You were incredible!”

Your grip on his forearms immediately tighten, and the two of you both look over your shoulder to see her jogging up to the two of you with a breathless laugh. 

“As always, of course. I knew you’d be able to power through their defense!” 

“Well, not always.” Bokuto let’s out a little laugh and peeks from the corner of his eye at your tense smile. She seems to take notice as well, and hers only widens. 

“Give yourself more credit,” she scoffs playfully. “I noticed even in this game that you—“ 

“I appreciate the kind words, but I can’t stay to chat.” he smiles at her, wide and genuine, and you look down in surprise when you feel his arm wrap around you, his hand squeezing your shoulder as he brings you to his side. 

“My partner here is treating me to a celebratory meal!” 

The two of you both blink in surprise at his words. Typically no matter how crowded his schedule, he always spares a couple of minutes to chat. 

“Oh, well… I suggest this one sushi place nearby. I can pull up the location!”

“That's alright! Y/N already promised to take me to one of my favorite places. It was nice seeing you again!”

And with that, he takes your hand and drags you off with a bounce in his step and a smile still plastered on his face.

There isn’t a single indication that any of his words were fake or had a malicious undertone meant to humiliate her. Only that he was vocal in that he prioritized you over her. 

You gave him a teasing smile. “So, when did I say I'd be treating you?” 

“You mean you won’t?!” he whips his head toward you with a heartbroken expression, as if having fully expected that you’d reward him for his incredible performance. 

“No, no, of course I will. Anything you want.” you grinned, bumping his shoulder as his grip on your hand tightened and his smile widened, and he continued to boast about how great his plays were. 

He later posts a message of thanks to his fans for all the support he received for the match on his socials with a photo of the two of you enjoying your meals. You can now be confident that no other fan will be testing their luck with his boundaries any time soon.

MIYA: Atsumu is solely focused on himself. On his plays. On sharpening his skill. On having his fun.

And, of course, on you. 

Atsumu, as much as it has been stereotyped for him, is not one to look for validation in his fans. Whether they’re a fangirl or an old man in the stands who's watched the game all his life, he does not care for their criticisms nor their compliments. The only people he at all considers feedback from is his coach, his brother, and you. That doesn’t mean he’s immune to what they say about each one of his plays, however. He gets down when the commentators call out a bad play, and pumped when the stadium roars with cheers for him. 

But because of this sort of suave personality of his, people fit him into the mould of a playboy. And because he has such high expectations of the people around him, people have assumed that he had high expectations of his romantic partners as well.

Someone rich, someone famous, someone absolutely drop dead gorgeous. That was who the majority of Atsumu's fans assume is his criteria for a partner. And so, when he’s spotted out with a celebrity he’s been working closely with for a modeling partnership, one that happens to exceed all of those expectations, it’s no surprise that dating rumors regarding the two of them being in secret kahoots start to circulate among not only their individual fanbases, but the sports community as well. 

Multiple comments claiming the encounters to be a “soft launch” made your eye twitch as you encountered them under related posts. You couldn’t help but sometimes find yourself laughing at those who insist that it’s obvious they’re in love with one another. 

Perhaps the celebrity he’s been hanging with was in love with him, as she hasn’t been the least bit shameless in expressing her admiration and adoration for your boyfriend, but Atsumu had not the slightest bit of romantic interest for her. You knew through his exasperated rants about her being difficult and obnoxious. But, of course, nobody else knew. 

Still, he works with her for quite a bit of time. And though you know Atsumu isn’t the type to be disloyal, certainly not toward you, you can’t help but let the rumors get to your head sometimes, and in turn an insecurity manifests in the form of an ache in your chest or a lump in your throat. It doesn't help the fact that this celebrity is constantly posting her time with him online, and “playfully” validating comments that ship the two of them together. 

He tells you to get off of social media when you get down about the situation. It just isn’t worth the mental torture; and besides, their relationship is strictly professional. It's the only reason why she’s so friendly. For a man who loves to bask in whatever praise he’s given, he sure seems oblivious to the very obvious clues she’s been dropping him. He has to believe it’s strictly the guise of accomplishing successful business. 

Still, it’s not like you make a conscious decision to go against his words and subject yourself to further irritation and insecurity. You couldn’t help yourself; you knew very well that, compared to her, you were a nobody. You couldn’t compete with everything she had. 

You slowly started to agree with the comments who argued that they should get together; they do look pretty good together, they are extremely compatible. And above all else, she could probably support him way better than you ever could. You swear to yourself you don’t feel jealous, bitter, petty--not in the slightest.

But the sour expression Atsumu comments on one evening while the two of you lounge on your couch as you yet again scroll through comments claiming your boyfriend would suit someone not like you has you reflecting otherwise. 

“What’s with the look? Reading the news?”

“Mm.” Is your vague reply, eyes not peeling away from the screen in front of you. Atsumu’s curiosity grows, and he raises an eyebrow. 

“What’s it say?” 

A moment of silence between the two of you as you continue scrolling. When you finally process the question and silence, you inhale sharply and finally look up at him, closing your phone and setting it on the coffee table beside you. “No, it’s nothing. Just something online.” 

“Ugh. Don’t tell me you’ve been scrolling through those comments again.”

You shoot him a glare at his insensitivity, but also at how quickly he was to figure it out. The sour look on your face has become synonymous with that topic that Atsumu could easily recognize as the source of your frustration.

“Fine. I won’t tell you.”

He groans as he collapses on top of you, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You grunt in pain at the sudden weight, and still annoyed from his previous comment, you try to pry his face away, which only makes Atsumu stubbornly latch even harder onto you. “Atsumu!”

“I told you, those people have no idea what they’re talking about. She’s insufferable.”

“I know.”

It’s a statement, but the sad tone in which you say it makes Atsumu’s heart sink. He opens his eyes and tilts his head to look up at you, chin digging into the side of your arm. “You’re way prettier.”

You roll your eyes. “Thanks.” 

“And your place is nicer. And your food is tastier. And your humor is better than hers.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh as you feel your heart lighten a little at his attempts at picking you up, and Atsumu feels his own growing lighter, too. “Don’t tell Osamu about the food thing.”

“Oh, no, his is still better than yours.”

“Of course it is.” You reply back as if it were hardly a matter that needed to be debated. 

Atsumu was good at this; making you smile, making you laugh, making you feel loved and wanted. It didn’t take long for him to stomp on the insecurities that managed to manifest in your heart in order to lessen their load on you. He wouldn’t stand for his partner to feel inadequate compared to someone else, especially since Atsumu chose you. You and your wit, your kindness, your passion, your talent, your everything. 

He stays over that night as he often does, and he knows he really shouldn’t do this, but the people he cares about came before anything else. And what’s the worst it could do, really?, responding to a couple of comments?

Needless to say that Atsumu’s replies talking you up about how great you are under his shippers’ comments make headlines on news articles the next day--and show the world just who his heart truly belongs to regardless of who you were. 

HINATA: Much about him is different, upgraded. His technical skill has immensely bolstered since his high school days. He's able to pull off more in games; impressive feats achieved by his lightning quick reflexes and speed, once aiding him in his high school signature quick now aiding him in setting and receiving, sharpened by his intense training in the South. Even his physique is different; still shorter than most players you’d encounter in the realm of volleyball, but he’s grown a few inches and packed muscle all around. If that wasn’t enough proof of his hard work, his tan surely gave away just how much he dedicated himself to the sport with all the time he spent out in the sun training. 

All of these things, along with his impressive performance on the court, have made Shoyo Hinata quite popular, and not simply for what people used to cheer him on for; being the underdog, or one half of a fearsome duo. His journey as a player aided him in his career, and all on his own has he established himself as an indomitable force. 

People admire him for that. You admire him for that. You couldn’t blame the people who were so amazed and star stricken by him; how could you when you were as well?

But sometimes it went overboard, and sometimes it seemed like you were the only person who took notice. Sometimes this one sided observation was accidental; he’s too absorbed in his game; in the blood rushing to his ears, in the thrill of a good game-- that he just doesn’t notice. Sometimes you purposely keep the observation one-sided; these kinds of fans are inevitable, and the rational part of you knows they won’t compromise your relationship by any means. 

There's one enthusiastic interviewer that’s a fan of Shoyo’s, and that he’s very friendly with; as he is with all of them. But this one in particular has managed to latch onto him because of it. You see her and her crew at every one of his games, big or small, and always openly expresses her very immense love for the sport; and for him. 

Of course, Shoyo only understands “volleyball”, and you know that he’s always been giddy over being shown on the front covers or interviewed online, and so he’s always eager to accept a conversation with her, especially since she’s so friendly and knowledgeable.

iIt’s late in yours and Shoyo’s apartment when they run the interviews and live games from a big game earlier that season. As they start to discuss the Black Jackals, you call for him over your shoulder in the kitchen, where he’s preparing dinner.

“Sho, hurry, it’s starting!” 

You can hear the increased urgency in his movements, but they die out as you watch one of his interviews from a very familiar news channel come onto screen. Your boyfriend, from hours earlier, stares happily at the interviewer behind the lens.

“Your skill and strength was absolutely incredible in this game- as it always is. You were also very impressive in high school, you must’ve been really popular—especially with the girls.”

You felt your smile drop slightly, not even hearing the curses coming out of Shoyo’s mouth as he fumbled around in the kitchen. 

The Shoyo on screen chuckled and rubbed his neck. “Oh, no, not really. Many didn’t even believe I was a starter!” 

“Oh, that’s me!” Present Shoyo struggling with your food calls out excitedly from behind the kitchen wall. 

“I know!” you laugh over your shoulder, and you recognize the interviewer’s also intermingling with yours, which only makes your irritation grow. 

“You’re so impressive though, especially now! I'm sure there isn’t a single person out there who wouldn’t want to be with you.” 

You could feel a vein in your head pop and your eye twitch, but you were caught off guard by on- screen-Shoyo’s next words.

“Well, I wouldn’t really know; I have an amazing partner who I'm always looking at, so if there were, I wouldn't have noticed!” he laughed, and it’s so sincere that your heart flutters at the honesty behind it.

“Ohh, that’s so sweet.” you hear the interviewer speak again, and you laugh at the significantly less cheer in her voice. “They must all envy—?“

“Y/N!” he interrupts to introduce you with a cheerful nod. “Yeah, I'm not sure. I know I used to envy their admirers.” he reflects with a short laugh. “But they’re truly my biggest supporter, and always put up with my schedules and drills. There’s one drill in particular actually—“ 

He goes back to droning on about the subject at hand, about his volleyball training and how it impacted his performance in the game, but by the time Shoyo from behind the kitchen wall finally arrives into the living room, the main spokesperson has moved on to discussing other players and matches. 

“Aw, did I miss it?” Shoyo cries disappointedly as he speeds into the room, sliding your plate down on the coffee table in front of you and taking a seat beside you on the couch with his own. 

You grin at him, mind still on his words from before and you nudged him. “Took you long enough.”

“You could’ve helped.” he grumbles and you kiss his cheek sympathetically with a small sorry, and from the way he brightens and his cheeks tint pink, you can tell you’re immediately forgiven. 

And as he gushes in awe of the other players’ highlights and interviews, a small part of you can’t help but think back on his words and feel a little smug with yourself when you also remember the interviewer’s awkward disposition after he had brought you up. You can’t help but be comforted to know that the innocent mention of you was not only a reminder to her, but to those like her, that his heart was fully committed to you and only you.  

SAKUSA: If there was one aspect of Sakusa’s career he particularly disliked, it was the fans. 

It was evident that he couldn’t care less about the fame he had or the things people were willing to do for him or had to say about him (unless they were directly interfering with his life), and you couldn’t help but feel some sort of relief to know Kiyoomi would not spare a single glance at some of his more fiercely devoted fans.

Yet of course, your problem had to lie outside of that realm.

Your problem was not an avid fan, who had the circumstances of a parasocial relationship to comfort you, but a colleague of Kiyoomi’s whom the Jackals worked pretty closely with; and happened to be quite a fan of your boyfriends.

You felt bad getting worked up over something so petty, but her persistence in trying to extend her relationship with Sakusa into something friendlier couldn’t help but sound off alarm bells in your head. You already knew that your boyfriend had a million other nuisances to deal with, and you had no intention of adding onto that list with your selfishness and unjustified uneasiness, especially when you knew your boyfriend had strict boundaries he wouldn’t compromise for anyone. 

Well, almost anyone. 

She was shamelessly unprofessional at times, attempting to emulate your affectionate behavior towards him in hopes that she’ll receive the same sort of submissive response that only you could get out of him. 

Your boyfriend, for the sake of keeping good business, tolerated the over-friendliness, and saw it as nothing more than an attempt at trying to seem more casual and easy going in a business setting. 

You’ve attempted to subtly bring up your discomfort at times when she got too out of hand for your liking, typically when the two of you were in the car or lounging around at home. You’d ask his thoughts about her behavior or her personality, to which he respond with something that amounted to the conclusion that: “she’s just doing her job.” 

She’s tagged along on one of the away games that you so happen to also be coming along on. She's been quite enthusiastic on sharing her research on the area they’re staying in to him, and she doesn’t spare a single detail as he prepares to head out for the day. 

“--and apparently the food in this area is extremely good. Everyone says that you can’t visit without trying it. There’s this restaurant in particular not too far from the training center! I’m sure I can get the two of us reservations before we--” 

“Why would we do that?” he asks suddenly, obviously already irritated by her incessant conversation, turning toward her with a frown. 

Her expression is one of shock and slight embarrassment for a moment before she recollects herself. 

“Just…you know, to sample the cuisine!”

“Is it business related?”

Again, blunt and to the point, the woman needs a moment before she responds.

“Well--”

“My partner and I have plans while we’re in the area. You can talk to my manager about scheduling a meeting regarding any matters you have to discuss. I've already discussed with them my availability.” 

You start to approach him as he finishes setting the remainder of his gear into his training bag, and the woman yet again tries to recollect herself after suddenly being met with the fact that Kiyoomi was already taken. He looks up at you waiting for him by the gymnasium doors, and doesn’t even spare the woman a single glance or wave before making his way over.

He bumps your shoulder as he strides in step with you, mumbling “let’s get out of here.” and then “are your hands clean?”

And when you mumble a yeah in response, he reaches down to take one in his, intertwining your fingers and leaving just enough room for the woman watching your backs to be able to see the rare show of affection. 

You’re caught off guard by the sudden pda, and glance over your shoulder, then back at him in confusion. He feels your quizzical gaze on him and sighs exasperatedly. “She wasn’t just doing her job…”

You couldn’t help but hum a little pleased with yourself, puffing out your chest a little when you realized that she didn’t get her way, and squeeze his hand a little tighter. He shoots you a look at you a little with a roll of his eyes and squeezes back. “We’re going back to the room.”

“Actually, I heard there was a really nice restaurant around here. I was thinking of trying to get us reservations.”

He stared down at your eager smile and bright eyes and found his resolve waning the longer he did so. He turned his gaze back toward the front. “Okay. Room first, though.” 

[luvingtsumu]

TODDLER!HAIKYUU BOYS that will be possesive over their favorite daycare caregiver.

His favorite game was when you pretended to be a princess and he was the brave and charming knight that saved you.

For his 3 year old brain, you were the prettiest girl he'd ever seen, you always made sure his milk was warm and that he had his favorite stuffed animal whenever he took a nap.

Every time he saw you with another child on your arms, he felt the absolute betrayal. Why would you take care of another kid that wasn't him!?

"No!" he whined as he hold onto your leg while you had in your arms a sleeping little boy "y/n mine!" he puffed out his cheeks as he intensely pulled your shirt trying to catch your attention back to him.

You found him adorable, but every day it was more difficult to keep him from pushing the other kids that got close to you, and you were sure his mommy didn't like you because he seemed to like you more than her; and it was always a problem when she came to pick him up, because he never wanted to leave their place in your arms.

✧—MIYA ATSUMU, MICHINARI AKAGI, RYUNOSUKE TANAKA, YUU NISHINOYA, KAGEYAMA TOBIO, HINATA SHOYO, LEV HAIBA, OIKAWA TOORU, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, KANJI KOGANEGAWA, BOKUTO KOTARO, SATORI TENDOU, GOSHIKI TSUTOMU, MOTOYA KOMORI.

[strwbivy]

THE BOKUTO MOOD GUIDE .ᐟ

synopsis. this is a 'book' talks and bokuto's moods and other stuff related to it :)

wc. 0.6k words | genre. fluffy w/ slight crack | cw/tags. no warnings, just really cute stuff (｡･∀･)ﾉ' guidebook. types of bokuto's moods, problems and solutions

m.list // hq. masterlist

you've got mail ✉ ! reposted post, i'm rushing my reposts so yea 😭😭

NOTEBOOK COVER + PAPER (visual reference)

♡—TYPES OF BOKUTO'S MOODS !

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 1 // HAPPY managing difficulty : ☆☆☆☆☆ signs & symptoms : straightened spiked up hair, slightly widened eyes, thick eyebrows raised up, wrinkled up nose, a wide smile on display, very loud, may be laughing loudly common causes : perfect spikes, volleyball, loud cheery crowds, being praised. most used line/s : 'HEY, HEY, HEY!' notes : when he's in this mood, do not bother and just play along. it's for the best—by akaashi

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 2 // SAD [ best known as, emo mode ] managing difficulty : ★★★★★ signs & symptoms: curved down floppy hair, dropping upper eyelids, eyebrows maybe low and curled down or narrowed ones, has a big pout that only grows more or clenched teeth, saddened look, very silent, hides in enclosed spaces common causes: not being able to score, not playing in a main arena/court most used line/s : 'Akaashi ... don't toss to me anymore!' notes : managing his emo mode is difficult, but many solutions come up when overthinked.— based on akaashi

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 3 // ANGRY managing difficulty : ★★☆☆☆ signs & symptoms : very spiky hair, eyes looking intense, scrunched up face, pouty, occasional groaning and scoffing, consistent scowling, a bit quiet most used line/s : 'don't make fun of' me!' notes : this mood barely comes up, but whenever it does come up it ends up with everyone thinking he's acting like a kid.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 4 // EXCITED managing difficulty : ★★☆☆☆ signs & symptoms : similar to mood 1 (happy), contoured very spiky hair, eyes beaming with joy—widened eyes, squiggled lips or a very bright smile, raised eyebrows, VERY loud, extremely energetic, raises his arms every where common causes : teaching/watching his mentee, eating barbecue, winning most used line/s : 'HEYYYY!', 'YESS!' notes : he's clearly acting like a kid this time.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 5 // GUILTY managing difficulty : ★★★☆☆ signs & symptoms : similar to mood 2 but a washed out version of it, slightly frizzled flopped hair, winced face, might be staring down, pouty, mutters about blaming himself, sighs deeply from time to time, slumped shoulders, quiet. most used line/s : 'if only i..', 'why??' common causes : messing up, when he doesn't study for a test. notes : it's obvious that he's only acting like this because of his mood but, when you hear him quietly muttering you can't help but feel bad to the poor ace —the whole fukurōdani roster

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖ MOOD 6 // CONFIDENT managing difficulty : ★☆☆☆☆ signs & symptoms : contoured hair, constant smirking and smiling, only one brow is raised, raised up shoulders, crossed arms, hands on his hips, slightly energetic, smug look plastered on his face, laughs loudly proud, not loud but speaks a lot common causes : being praised, when someone mentions he's the top 5 aces in the country, his mentee speaking highly of him most used line/s : '*a confident hmph!*' notes : people point out his flaws when he's confident.

copyright © strwbivy ↣ do not copy, translate or repost.

[kodaiki]

mistletoe mayhem.

summary: christmas traditions are always a joy to celebrate. you genuinely love making the gingerbread houses, seeing the christmas lights, and putting up all the holiday decorations. but why the hell are there so many mistletoe hanging from your friends' apartment?

pairing: fem!reader x bokuto kotaro

genre: friends (idiots) to lovers, christmas!theme, mutual pining, fluff

wc: 3k

a/n: totally forgot to repost this closer to the holidays but here you go!! hasn't been edited since 2020 so beware <333

“thanks for helping out,” hinata grins when he opens the front door of his apartment. his smile says, ‘welcome! come on in!’ but his eyes, wide and...is that fatigue? say ‘PLEASE, heLP.’

“please, even with four of you living here, I knew you’d need extra help,” you chuckle, stepping inside and slipping off your shoes. you shiver slightly as hinata closes the door behind you, allowing a gust of wind finds its way back to your already cold cheeks. you loved seeing snow on the ground around the holidays, but it’s moments when you have to travel in it that you lightly regret the wish for it.

amongst your friends, an annual holiday party always occurred as a big get-together to catch up with one another. this year it just so happens to be at four of your friends’ shared place. the msby resident dummies + sakusa’s place, as others liked to call it. you’d frown upon it but the fact that the three designated dummies announce themselves as that let you know that they’re not hurt by it. (sakusa’s quite pleased that whoever came up with the nickname made a point to exclude him from the trio.)

sheepishly smiling, hinata nods in agreement. “you’re probably right.”

“where’s everyone?” you ask over your shoulder while hanging your coat in the closet. 

you’re so used to the other boys acting like dogs at the sound of the front door opening, running at you in anticipation. now that you think about it, bokuto did tackle you to the ground (accidentally) at one point. right now, a rough hour before the party of the year, everyone seemed to be focused on getting all the preparations ready.

“atsumu’s on a call with osamu about food, sakusa is cleaning the bathroom...again, and bokuto should be -”

“y/n! y-you’re here already!” he’s tripping over himself as he runs out from a room, tugging a shirt over his head to look the least bit presentable.

you turn around at the voice, a smile already making its way on your face. “’course I am!” he meets you halfway in a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed ya,” bokuto murmurs into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes.

“it’s only been a few weeks,” you laugh, lightly rubbing his back comfortingly.

“two weeks is a long time.”

“well,” you muse, lifting your hand to pinch his cheek lovingly, “i’m here now.”

he visibly relaxes and slightly leans into your touch before abruptly stiffening. you don’t notice that his eyes are trained on hinata’s who’s looking at him, making kissy faces. he quickly reaches for your shoulders to pull himself back and hold you at arms length, sheepishly smiling at your look of concern. “u-uhm, i should go! ... y’know, get back to hanging the banners...” 

before you could ask if any aid from you was needed, he’s already walking away from you backwards, jabbing his thumb in a direction behind him. you simply nod blankly, suppressing the slight frown that’s itching to spread on your face from how quickly he pushed himself off of you.

“so,” you turn back to hinata who’s smiling knowingly for a reason you don’t quite know. “where do i start?”

“you can come with me to help ‘tsumu in the kitchen! unless you wanna help bokuto-”

“all good here!” bokuto’s voice is an echo from an unknown part of the house and you feel your heart sink slightly. okay then.

shaking your head, brushing off the feeling, you face hinata. “wait, did you say atsumu?” you deadpan, “in the kitchen?”

“dont worry~” hinata smiles lazily, waving his hand, “osamu is telling him what to do.”

you nod and follow behind him, occasionally snickering at some of the photos hung on the walls. they weren’t the traditional photos where the boys would pose nicely beside one another. no, they were mostly from different angles, embarrassing poses and the frames had been vandalized decorated with different colored sharpies.

as you approach the kitchen, a familiar green plant hanging from the arched doorway makes your steps slow and you take a moment to ponder it.

“huh,” you look up in wonder, “i thought it was a tradition to have one mistletoe?” your eyebrows slightly furrow and you instinctively turn your head back to where the front door was. a sparkling mistletoe hung just above the space where shoes go, directly beside where the coat rack stood.

hinata hums in agreement. “yeah, it is.”

“then why have i seen two so far?”

“wh-what?”

“there’s one by the front door and now here.”

lifting a curious brow, he follows the direction you’re pointing in to take a look for himself. “i’m pretty sure we bought only one...” hinata trails off, scratching his temple in thought. he shrugs after a few seconds and carries on walking to the kitchen, ready to greet atsumu with a grin. he’s standing in front of the stove with a phone tucked in the space between his ear and right shoulder.

“look who’s here!” hinata shakes you by the shoulders in glee.

atsumu turns around and you notice his furrowed brows soften as a smile stretches across his face. “’samu, give me a sec,” he speaks into his phone before straightening his neck. “y/n!” 

you smile back, returning the hug the bigger man engulfed you in. following your greetings and a brief casual conversation, you can hear osamu grow impatient over the phone. he’d been on his break at his onigiri shop and his twin stalling his free time was not the way he wanted to spend his time. only did his tone lighten when you greeted him through the receiver.

“right,” atsumu snaps his fingers as if just remembering he’d been on the phone with his brother, “ok, ‘samu go on.”

the three of you continue working in the kitchen, where atsumu attempts to make the main course while you and hinata arrange several appetizer plates.

“you know bo is going to finish these before anyone shows up, right?” you raise a knowing brow, lifting a toothpick with some cheese stuck on the end of it.

“yeah,” hinata admits, “that’s why we’re making double the amount. we’re hiding the other plates in the fridge,”

“ah,” you nod. “good thinking.”

“i heard my name!” 

bokuto’s head pops out from behind the doorway leading to the kitchen, looking between the three of you owlishly. he’s about to ask what exactly you’re talking about when his eyes fall on the plate in front of you. “ooh, cheese!” he shuffles over and grabs three toothpicks and shoves the cheese in his mouth with a satisfied smile.

you and hinata share a pointed look.

“are the banners ready?” hinata asks after watching bokuto eat four more cheese-sticks.

“mhm,” he hums with a proud, toothless smile. “all done.”

“great, well, we’re just waiting on ‘tsumu and then that’s it,” hinata smiles in relief. the party was to start in a half hour or so, so to be on time with setting up was considered an achievement for the orange haired boy.

-

two hours later, you’re caught between conversations with different people, some you’ve met before and some new faces you’ve only heard the name of in a conversation. (you finally met the famous kageyama and plan to matchmake him and hinata by the end of the night ;D)

on your way to refill your glass, a familiar mop of disarray hair peaks your attention.

“kuroo, hey!”

“y/n~” kuroo greets with a lazy smile, lightly patting your head. “how’ve you been?”

“eh, you know how it is. good days and bad days,” you shrug with a dismissive smile. 

“definitely know what you’re saying,” he huffs with a nod.

“how’s the office?”

you met kuroo at the holiday party a year ago through bokuto. you remember how excited he was, putting kuroo in a near choke-hold just so you could meet one of his very best friends. (you glance over at akaashi when he says this and he simply nods giving you a clear look saying, ‘i’m the other best friend.’) 

“doing well, lots of paperwork though,” he says before catching sight of something behind you. before you can take a look for yourself, he asks, “hey, you’re over at the boys’ place often, right?”

quirking an eyebrow at his inquiry, you nod unsurely, “i guess? bo invites me to movies night pretty often so i tend to visit a lot.”

“he does, does he? now, may i ask, do you know that-”

“y/n!” bokuto appears beside you, lightly grasping your elbow, bringing you out of your conversation with kuroo.

kuroo smiles wickedly at bokuto whose cheeks are flushed from embarrassment, already knowing where kuroo was going with his question. fortunate for him, you just think it’s from the alcohol.

“hey bokuto.”

“kuroo,” bokuto’s head quickly whips toward the tall man in front of you, “i think kenma’s calling for you.”

raising his hands in surrender, kuroo sighs, “ok, ok. i guess i’ll just go...and find kenma.”

“mhm, yes you should,” bokuto nods vigorously. kuroo gives him a final look and you’re sure they’re having some sort of mental conversation because neither of them look away until kuroo smiles and turns away.

“are you guys okay?” you ask when kuroo leaves. “that was kinda weird.”

“we’re fine!” bokuto grins, gently guiding you throughout the house. “so tell me, updates?”

“updates?” you repeat, knitting your brows together.

“since i last saw you! work, home, i don’t know.” he’s rubbing the back of his neck by the end of his statement. cogs start turning in your head but you’re still unable to put your finger on why everything seems so suspicious lately; hinata’s knowing smiles, bokuto’s obvious nervousness (?), kuroo’s smirk which is more mischievous than usual, what could it all mean?

“oh, well ah, not much? i caught up on that show i was telling you about,” you shrug, “besides that, life’s been pretty boring.”

as you speak, he’s still walking with you, occasionally stopping to look around nonchalantly.

yeah, you’re definitely missing something.

“hm” he hums in acknowledgement, shoving his hands into his pockets and begins lightly rocking on his heels. what’s the point in asking if you’re not even paying attention?

“bo, are you o-”

“huh, that’s funny,” bokuto cuts you off, pointing up toward the ceiling, “mistletoe.”

you freeze, eyes slowly trailing up to the ceiling where, yes, a nicely hung mistletoe was, adorned with pretty red ribbon. 

but...

you’re standing in a spot you and hinata passed earlier and where there was no mistletoe hung then.

hold on a second.

your eyes squint as you look back down at bokuto and analyze his sheepish grin and red ears. “uh-huh. strange, don’t you think?”

“strange?” his eyes grow in wonder. “why strange?”

“because i could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when i walked in...”

“hmmm, that is strange,” bokuto quickly agrees, rubbing his chin. “maybe ‘tsumu is trying to get some or somethi-”

“-alright mister, fess up. i know it’s you who’s putting up all the mistletoe,” you challenge, raising an eyebrow. 

that had to be it, right?

you recall the numerous other times bokuto stopped in the house and you can bet that if you look back, there’d be mistletoe hung somewhere around you.

“wh-what? no, it’s not!” the blush that travels from his ears to his cheeks is enough confirmation.

you cross your arms, giving a pointed expression. after a moment of the two of you staring at each other, he slouches. 

“yeah, it was me. i just...i didn’t know how to...so it’d be easier...and then..yeah.”

“you put up all that mistletoe and intended on staying with me for the entirety of the party and the eventually, inevitably, be under the mistletoe together...right?”

he pouts but nods, “...yeah.”

you’d known bokuto for almost two years now now but recently – well, the past few visits, at least – you’ve noticed something slightly off. when you sit beside him on the couch, he’s unnaturally stiff and more aware of his positions. 

whereas two months ago, this guy would be totally comfortable draping his legs over yours or laying his head in your lap innocently, now even a slight brush of limbs gets him red and apologetic so quickly.

you weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong or he was going through something but to have that level of intimacy, albeit you were just friends, just end so quickly hurt.

you contemplated the reason for frequently yet you could never come to an answer because even though alone, he was more distanced and to himself, he could also be the same bokuto you met months ago. his hugs stayed warm, his smiles stayed bright, and his words stayed true.

but watching him shuffle his feet, staring down at the floor so you could only see his red ears, it all seems to click.

there’s another beat of silence between the two of you.

“y’know, if you just wanted to kiss me, you coulda just asked,” you mumble, feeling a blush of your own paint your cheeks. 

“i wanted to be smooth.”

the utter seriousness of his voice makes you laugh and he finally looks up at you. 

“your smoothness isn’t going to change how i feel about you.”

his head bobs up to face you again. “it isn’t?”

boldly, you take a step closer to him and you voice falls to a whisper. “no.”

you hear his breath hitch in his throat and your own heart begins to race. thank goodness bokuto decided to mention the mistletoe in a spot no one was around in because if you had an audience right now, you’d simply die from the embarrassment of being teased and hollered at. 

he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours for a quick peck. just as quickly as your lips meet, they pull away. bokuto’s entire face has gone red at this point and he’s staring into your eyes with a rather worried expression. 

but after seeing the small smile grow on your face and your own flushed cheeks, a large grin appears and he leans in, this time with more fervor. he holds your face with big hands, bringing you closer so you’re snug against his torso. he leans the two of you slightly forward so he’s holding you up and the only thing keeping you from falling is your firm grip on his dress shirt, which was once nicely steamed. yep, creases were definitely to be shown after this.

it’d be a lie if you said you never thought of your friend in a romantic light.

especially when he traps you in between his beefy arms in a hug. especially when he allows you to talk his ear off to your heart’s content. especially when he brings you snacks and movies during your time of the month.

hell, how could you not notice you were treating bokuto like your boyfriend already?

“okay, bo, i get it,” you giggle as he peppers kisses on every inch of your face.

“can’t. stop. need. to. make. up. for. lost. time.” he leans away at the last word, bringing you back to your feet. the blush on his face is slightly faded, his nerves obviously dissipated, but his grin remains the widest you’ve ever seen. lifting a hand, he lightly caresses your cheek.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted to do that,” he murmurs, blinking slowly. 

“what took you so long then?” your voice is soft as you lean your cheek further into his palm. funny that now you were the one blushing like a tomato.

“i...i didn’t want to mess up anything we had.”

you understand his reasoning. the two of you did meet through akaashi, your coworker in your workplace, and your relationship began as strictly platonic. while bokuto didn’t have time to date, you simply weren’t ready for a relationship.

the two of you grew closer soon after your meeting until you eventually became a core part of bokuto’s life. 

you don’t remember exactly when your feelings for him blossomed but you’re definitely aware of them now.

“this means you like me too, right?” he pauses and freezes in place. 

rolling your eyes, you tilt you head. “yes, dummy.”

he leans in again to peck your lips once more before you stop him.

“wait...how many mistletoe did you hang up around the house throughout the night?”

bokuto lets out a nervous chuckle, looking down. looking back up, he sheepishly smiles, “twelve?”

“twelve!?” you repeat, widening your eyes.

“kuroo said the more opportunities, the better!” he defends with a whine.

“ah, kuroo was a part of this plan?” you muse, raising an eyebrow. now the suspicious behavior between the two of them made sense.

“he gave me the idea,” he mumbles, “and he said he’d tell you if i didn’t hurry up and kiss you already...gotta thank him, though.”

“guess we do,” you smile, running your hands along his chest in attempt to flatten out wrinkle marks on his dress shirt. you sigh when it does no help.

you don’t notice the way his lips twitch up in amusement at your slight frustration. “it’s fine. it was bound get messed up at some point. whether it be a salsa stain or wrinkles.”

you laugh, looking back up at him.

“so,” he steps away from you, offering his hand for you to hold. “shall we?”

“shall we what?” you ask, cautiously taking his hand.

“make our debut as cutest couple, of course,” he grins with a wink, “oh! and to kiss you under all the other mistletoe. i didn’t spend all that money to not put it to use.”

“dork,” you mumble but allow him to guide you through the house, only this time shouting, ‘this is my girlfriend now!’ at every face he passes.

(cue you blushing at the knowing wink kuroo sends you and the thumbs up akaashi sends.)

but hey, throughout all this mistletoe madness, you snagged a boyfriend you know will shower you in all the love and affection you could ever desire.

[airbendertendou]

haikyuu characters w some of my fave drama plots ♡ [including iwaizumi, tendou, kageyama, atsumu and bokuto.]

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iwaizumi hajime ♡ weightlifting fairy

weightlifters weren’t attractive. it wasn’t cute - cute was being small and tiny and dainty and helpless. yet, you weren’t any of those docile things. you liked lifting weights and watching the shock on others’ faces as you raised a weight twice your size above your head.

having a crush on oikawa tooru was heartaching - your attempts at speaking to him desolate. and you could only guess your larger, beefy physique was the reason why.

huffing, you raised the bar you were holding a little higher, ignoring the eyes on you. the other gymnists were watching with intrigue - but oikawa’s group of fans were snickering cruelly. you glance their way and feel your hands slip a little before you readjust them correctly.

“stop listening to them.” iwaizumi gripes from where he’s stretching. you sigh and let your eyes fall to the floor, the weight you were holding going with them. with a small, muted sniffle, you shuffle to the weight bar to put your equipment back. across the room, another set of giggles burst from oikawa’s fans.

“it’s embarrassing, that’s all.”

iwaizumi lets out a huff, following behind you quietly. you meet his eyes through the gym’s mirror, frowning at the scowl he holds. the gym has gone quiet now, the fan-group keeping their eyes on the two of you. “shouldn’t let the things you like embarrass you. especially when it comes to a shitty guy like oikawa.”

you lips lift into a small half-smile as you temporarily drop your gaze from his. iwaizumi nudges your shoulder with his wrist before knodding over to the various gym equipment. “i’ll spot you and watch how intimidated shittykawa’s group gets when they see how much you can bench. deal?”

“what’s in it for me?” you tilt your head with a playful gleam in your eyes. iwaizumi puts his chin on your shoulder, basking in the collective gasp that echoes around the room. he thinks you look cute with your widened eyes - you looking that way because of him is always a bonus.

he places a kiss on your shoulder, “i’ll take you on a date.” straightening up, he grabs your wrist and leads you to a bench. “deal?”

you grin, placing a returning kiss on his cheek before you sit down. “deal.” 

——♥︎——

tendou satori ♡ my only 12%

you were devastated at the tender age of twelve. your best friend - your whole world and more - had to move away. just entering high school, and you could no longer do that together. with a wobbling lip, you gather the red-head in your arms and hug him against you tightly.

he’s just as upset, all sniffles and sobs as he nuzzles into your shoulder. “college,” he says through a cry. it’s not the time, but you can’t stop thinking about how pretty satori was - how he was growing into his stangeness and slowly embracing it more. “we’ll find each other in college.”

high school had come and gone, and you applied to different colleges thoughtlessly. you missed satori - missed his warm, caring eyes and the safety of his arms after a bad day. 

tendou satori came back to you during your second year of college. long, toned arms found home around your hips as his face snuggled deep into the top of your head. you’d lost count of how long you’d been hugging, but - burying yourself deeper into his chest - you didn’t really care.

a mandatory sleepover was held that night in your dorm room. tendou’s bags sat unpacked at the entranceway, making themselves home as they were scattered about messily. he was still gathered in your arms, curled into the tiniest ball he could be as he nuzzled his face into your chest. the red-head would keep repeating the same thing over and over, “missed you so much.”

“missed you more, ‘tori,” you planted a kiss to the top of his head. the boy let out a languid sigh, melting even further into your arms. “thought about you every day. and thought about how much i wanted you home.”

tendou let out a small whine, curling himself impossibly closer to you. his head suddenly shot up and he caged you in his arms as he hovered over you. “love you,” he spoke. leaning down, satori peppered kisses over your face before straightening up to stare down at you. “love you so much, [name].”

——♥︎——

kageyama tobio ♡ my love mix up

math was hard. history was hard. literature was hard. science was fun - but still hard. you frown at the small nub you call an eraser, only watching in despair as it finally crumbles into pieces.

you turn to the right, asking your classmate for their eraser. they grin and oblige, sending a half-used eraser your way. with a sigh, you furiously begin to erase the mess on your paper until it was blank once again.

squinting at the board, you soon give up on trying to understand anything that’s being taught. you can ask yachi later - she was always better at explaining things to you, anyways. you’re fiddling with the eraser mindlessly when you realize it feel indented. looking at it curiously, you find a half-erased name coating the back of it.

yama is written in a pretty blue color. you suck your cheeks in, glancing at your classmate slyly. they had a crush, obviously, but there were loads of people in school who had yama in their names.

a bump to the back of your desk sends the eraser flying out of your hands, soaring forwards. you watch, paralyzed as it lands next to someone’s foot. cringing to yourself, you forget to see just who was leaning over to pick up the eraser you’d been using.

he holds it for a bit and you can see him tilt his head. then he’s turning around frantically - he makes eye contact with you.

and you can’t help but wonder why kageyama looks so appalled - why his cheeks are pink and he’s just gaping at you. kageyama - yama was written on the eraser. your mouth falls open as the two of you simply stare. 

no way did kageyama think you had a crush on him! it was all a misunderstanding! your classmate liked him - at least, you think they did. with a thunk, your forehead meets your desk as you hold back your groan of shame. the day couldn’t possibly get worse.

——♥︎——

timeskip!miya atsumu ♡ honey lemon soda

you’d been practicing all morning - the correct and polite way to say hello. looking in the mirror and making sure your smile was just right ; that your eyes were soft and your voice was welcoming. today was the start of your new job, after all, so you had to make the best impressions.

osamu is the first person you see as you enter onigiri miya. he’s making a pot of coffee sleepily, puffy eyes staring through you as he yawns. finally - as he scratches at his bed head - osamu sends you a smile. “mornin’, [name].”

“good morning, osamu.” you say after taking a deep breath. you sounded okay - sounded excited to start the day and readily awake. osamu grins before he yawns again, turning to pour himself a mug of coffee. “i’ll get started on the ingredients in the back.”

osamu shoos you away as he takes a seat at the counter and just gazes out of the windows. you hold in your giggle, knowing how hard it was to wake yourself up this morning. as you take different onigiri ingredients out of the refrigerator, you continue to practice your service voice quietly.

“morning. good morning! hello, how can i help you? thank you for stopping by! good morning. mornin’! hi-”

“mornin’, sweetheart.”

jerking up from where you’d slumped over, you turn wide-eyed to see miya atsumu. the blond had developed a habit of sneaking in his brother’s resturaunt through the backdoor. he tilts his head, “well? you gonna greet me back?”

you clear your throat, “good morning, miya.”

“jus’ atsumu’s fine,” he shrugs. grinning as he walks your way, atsumu backs you against the corner as he stands over you. “glad ‘samu hired you, beautiful. ‘ve been tryin’ to talk to ya for ages now.”

——♥︎——

bokuto kotaro ♡ a love so beautiful 

it was hot. beyond hot. always so sunny, or teetering on the edge of cold enough to snow. and yet, it never did. you sighed, chin in your hand as you stare outside of the gym’s window.

the volleyball members are stretching behind you, quiet conversations and chatter setting the atmosphere for you. akaashi trudges up beside you with tonight’s homework in hand. you smile his way before sitting with your back against the wall and welcoming him to sit beside you. 

keiji grins gently, “you needed help with this, right?”

you hum and lean over his shoulder as he explains the work to you slowly. nodding along, you can’t say how much you appreciate akaashi helping you out when you struggle with the work. you open your mouth to speak, but are cut off with sounds of awe.

everyone’s staring at the window above you with wide eyes. konoha helps you stand and your mouth falls open. it’s snowing - there’s snow falling from the sky.

rushing out in a group, you spot bokuto running across the gym’s roof with two cans of spray on snow. you smile, letting out a breathless laugh at the sight. bokuto hears it, grinning down at you as the cans run out of snow. “is this okay?”

“you made it snow!” you reply in excitement. the other fukurodani members are playing in the fake flurries, tossing it around and throwing it with laughter. your eyes tear up a bit, “you actually made it snow!”

bokuto treads down to you carefully, a bashful blush on his face once he faces you. the captain toes the ground shyly as he avods your gaze. “yeah, for you. it’s all you wanted this year - snow.”

throwing your arms around his neck, you hug bokuto to you warmly and lovingly. you kiss from his cheek to his ear, planting a loud muah! there before whispering. “thank you, ‘ko. this is so sweet.”

——♥︎—— idk where this idea came from but hehe <3 i hope you enjoyed this & thank you for reading ♡ ive updated my masterlist if you want to check it out / see what’s avaliable to request!!

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[kyurume]

midnight blue ribbon. - k.tobio

synopsis: muggleborn siblings, (name) and tooru oikawa, were seperated by a divorce, (name), stayed with her father, starting her magic studies at ilvermorny, and her brother stayed home in england, studying at hogwarts. but somehow, her parents work it out, (name) would be a transferee at hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. facing all sorts of new faces, and new obstacles. any obstacle, you would face head on, as long as the crow with a scroll of parchment tied shut by a midnight blue ribbon, keeps tapping at her dorm window.

warnings: foul language, suggestive jokes (of course, these are hormonal teens we're talking about.), fem reader

genres: fluff

notes: SORRY IF THE SYNOPSIS IS TOO LONG THIS STORY IS A LOT.. this is basically a movie-only harry potter fan makes a hogwarts au so sorry if i have misconceptions on how things work in the wizarding world. and for the sake of the story, oikawa and you are 6th years (both are 17), tobio is a 5th year (he's 16). also i have no idea how the dorm rooms will work so i'm freestyling, since j.k rowling did NOT mention anything about how many students there will be in 1 dorm room since how are there 5 gryffindor boys in their year..? this will start out as an experimental oneshot, and if i get asks to make this a series, i'll continue it! (with painfully slow updates), ALSO I'M FILIPINO I GREW UP WITH ENGLISH BEING A SECOND LANGUAGE SO IM SORRY IF I SCREW GRAMMAR STUFF UP!! definitions for unfamilliar creatures, potions and spells will be linked.

you thought silence was bearable. well, in fact, you loved silence, it gave you space to think, and relax. but the silence of sitting in the same compartment as your brother, tooru oikawa, is undoubtedly, uncomfortable. not because of the divorce of your parents, and so many years being apart, but because right in front of you, is a 17 year old tooru. he's grown taller than what you expected, and he's now a man. it's hard to find a topic that you'd think your brother would fully engage in a conversation for. you kept thinking of something to talk about, to break the silence, usually, siblings would chat casually, but you eventually forgot what it felt like having a brother. but before anyone in the room could speak, a group of three boys knocked on the glass sliding door of the train compartment, and welcomed themselves in. the boys are about your and your brother's age. a silver haired boy that's surprisingly tall and buff for a teenager makes himself home to the spot next to you, and the other two, a boy with brown hair and sharp green eyes and a boy with intentional bed hair and a cheeky smile sat at the spots next to tooru, sandwiching the poor guy between them.

"woah, that's rare of you to sit with some girl and not with us."

the one with the rooster hair spoke up, and slapped your brother's back with a little smirk, earning a pained groan from him. the others just snickered.

"heya, honey. i'm tetsuro kuroo, but you could call me yours."

he extends his hand to you, expecting a handshake.

"i'm—"

as you grab hold of kuroo's hand, tooru pinches him, forcing him to retract his hand.

"she's my sister, (name). and (name), the idiot next to you is kotaro bokuto, and this lad on my right is hajime iwaizumi."

tooru smiles at you, like it hasn't been years since you've seen eachother. the train engine makes its loud debut, the horns sounding, signalling that it's ready to go. the train departs the station, and your conversations with the 4 boys continue.

"well, if she's your sister, how come i've never seen her round the castle?"

bokuto examines your face with wide, curious eyes, and with a hand to his chin.

"that must be because her robes are blank. she's a transferee, i think."

iwaizumi just casually crosses his leg over to his other, and relaxes his back onto the cushion of the seat. kuroo smiled, he caught sight of the old trolley witch walking along with a cart filled with sweets, stood up, and bought something for himself. tooru had his head back, clearly fighting his sleepiness, bokuto on the other hand, is busy showing off his chocolate frog cards to you, but all the information just slipped your mind. kuroo returns to his seat, and hands you a cauldron cake in a small, colorful box.

"thought it'd only be right to give you a hogwarts welcoming gift."

you accept it gracefully. this guy's not so bad, not like his hair, at all. you space out, while looking at the box, and you smile at it like it's your first child.

all of the boys in your compartment, slowly fell asleep as time progresses on your trip to your new school. as the morning, turned into noon, nearing sunset. you got a little bored, and started to observe the students walking past your compartment. most were first years, with blank robes like you, exploring around. but one student caught your eyes. A boy with dark hair, slightly younger than you, angrily stomping around with a scowl on his face, a few black feathers flying out from.. wherever. you wondered, whatever could have caused that terrifying expression? but, you decided not to ponder on it a little more than that. you stayed awake the entire time so you could wake your brother and his friends just on time to hop off the train.

the train stopped at its one and only destination from king's cross; hogwarts. you woke the boys up, one by one.

"we're at hogwarts, get up everyone."

the four groaned, and eventually got up, to get off the train, with you following along. a giant man with an equally giant beard named hagrid, guided the students to where they needed to be. in a boat. honestly, it felt like you were in a can of sardines, since the boat you're on is filled with 17 year olds. you looked at the boat that's floating beside you, it's the guy who's running around with feathers up his ass, or something. he's a lot more charming, and a lot less scary than when you first saw him. sitting beside him, is a bright orange haired boy, you could've sworn you saw him as a big, spiky, floating tangerine that someone could've casted the levitation charm on in your peripheral vision. the orange little guy is bouncing around on the boat, causing little ripples to appear in the still water, an older silver haired boy that appears to be a seventh year, holds the boy down, in fear of the boat flipping upside down.

"they're a rowdy bunch, don't mind them, unless you'd love to lend an ear to their extensive, passionate talks about quidditch."

"i don't know about that, tetsu, that little shrimp there's pretty fun to talk to!"

bokuto waves at the boy he's talking about, getting a cheerful wave and a very loud "HELLO, BOKUTO!!" in return, before that same seventh year scolds him. kuroo notices you staring a liiiittle too long at a certain boy, that's now currently yelling at his.. friend? aquaintance? enemy? you don't even know. he chuckles, he's about to say something to tease you for staring, but he'll keep it to himself. for now, at least. the boats start moving towards the large marble castle, built atop an island. the boats dock at a safe spot for everyone to get off themselves, and the first years excitedly glance around, their eyes darting from place to place, with a sparkle of wonder in them. you were about to follow your brother and his best men directly into the great hall, but iwaizumi stops you.

"oh, uh. you're supposed to go with the first years. you haven't been sorted yet, so you'll go a bit later than we're going. and don't fret, transferees get sorted first, it'll be over within seconds."

you nod, and you nervously started to walk in the direction of the first years, nervously waving your new aquaintances, and your brother, goodbye. you follow the tiny children to a hallway, where bags, trunks, the cages and carriers of the students' pets are stacked, up some polished stone stairs, to a large door, which you assume is an entrance to the great hall. a witch stood there, presumably waiting for the first years. which would be the professor, stepped in front of the many tiny witches and wizards, you tower over them, making you stick out like a sore thumb.

"welcome to hogwarts. i am professor mcgonagall, the head of gryffindor house. now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors, and join your classmates. before you take your seats, you will be sorted into one of four houses. they are gryffindor, hufflepuff, ravenclaw and slytherin..."

professor mcgonagall stood with a graceful, and dignified stature, and continued to explain about the house cup, and its point system, based on the behavior and achievements of the students of a hogwarts house.

"the sorting ceremony, will begin shortly."

she walks away, leaving to enter the great hall. while you wait, you keep yourself occupied with a chocolate frog card, that bokuto gave you earlier on the train while he talked about his full collection. it's a card of godric gryffindor. you were busy assessing the design of the card, when a little girl with a head of familliar orange hair, tugs at your robes.

"i see you have a godric gryffindor card! uh, can we trade? i have a helga hufflepuff one, if you're interested. i have 5 copies of her, so don't worry. i reaaaaally need that one to complete my hogwarts founder cards!"

you smiled, and you gladly accepted her trade offer.

"of course, i'll take you up on your offer. here you go."

she beams, and she takes the card out of your hands, and replaces it with one that's of helga hufflepuff.

"my name's natsu! if you ever have a card of merlin or of ollivander's, you can easily find me if you wanna trade some more!"

"well, i'm (name), i can't completely guarantee i'll get those cards, i'll at least make sure to expand my inventory."

you laughed, and natsu reminded you of your own tiny 11 year old self, cheerfully chatting with your classmates at ilvermorny. professor mcgonagall walks in again.

"we're ready for you now, please follow me."

the professor leads everyone through two large doors, which proceeds to the great hall, where there are four long tables, hundreds— no, maybe thousands of students are sitting at. floating candles dot the ceiling of the hall, you overhear a student talking about how the ceiling is bewitched to look like the night sky. you, and the first years are led to the front of the hall, facing all the hogwarts students in the tables of their respective houses, some looked bored, and didn't bother observing the sorting ceremony, others excitedly waited for their younger siblings to be sorted, and a few people looked interested in the older kid in a sea of first years. you turn to your other side, you saw a long table similar to the tables you've just seen, but a little shorter. there, sat several professors, and professor dumbledore. then your eyes lead you to a small stool, with a hat on it.

"all right, will you wait along here, please? now, before we begin, professor dumbledore would like to say a few words."

mcgonagall stepped aside, for everyone to see the wizard, rising from the main table. it was just something about the third floor being a dangerous place, and about the forbidden forest being.. well, forbidden.

"when i call your name, you will come forth, then you shall be sorted into your houses, but, first, i would like to make an announcement to.. all students."

professor mcgonagall walked up to the center, and talked with a stern, and booming voice, enough to be heard from the end of the great hall,

"before we begin the sorting ceremony of the first years, i would like to welcome a new student from ilvermorny, being a transfer student, i, and the staff of hogwarts, expect you to welcome her with open arms. now, will miss (name) oikawa step forward to have your house sorted?"

you gulped, as you sat on the stool, mcgonagall picks up the hat, and places it upon your head.

"now what have we here?"

the hat spoke. the hat spoke. and you thought your life was magical enough, now there's a talking hat, on your head.

"quite the interesting girl we have.. let me ask you, what house would you prefer to be in?"

"... never thought about it, sorry, sorting hat."

"would you walk a path you create for yourself, or would you walk on the path that others paved for you?"

"... i would rather walk the path i create myself, i guess."

"you'll be great in.. hufflepuff!"

the students clapped, and mcgonagall pointed at the hufflepuff table, for you to know where you now belong. you stared at the helga hufflepuff card you traded your gryffindor card for. would this be some funny coincidence? you sat down at the table, and you were sat beside a blonde girl with hazel eyes, and a boy with long hair, tied into a bun, and facial hair. he oddly looks like an adult.

"i know what you're thinking, with the facial hair, stature, i know. i'm asahi, i'm a seventh year. nice to meet you, and welcome to hufflepuff."

he took your hand, and shook it.

"nice to meet you too!"

you felt like he was easy to talk to, despite his intimidating features.

"and i'm hitoka..!"

the girl beside you, yelled a little too loudly, and students from other tables turned their heads at her. she quickly sits down, and slams her head against the wooden table.

"oh my god, are you okay?"

you panicked, and put your hand on her shoulder, to make sure she's okay.

"god, that was embarassing!"

asahi, from beside you, sighs, and quietly pulls out his wand, and conjures up a spell.

"glacius."

the tip of his wand glowed a cool white, a small blizzard of snowflakes clustered up together, the cold breeze rushing into a cup, freezing the water, and they turn into ice cubes. the silver haired older kid you saw earlier while you were in a boat, quickly pulls out a handkerchief, flattens it onto the table on your side.

"wingardium leviosa."

asahi casts the levitation charm on the ice cubes in the cup, the ice floating seamlessly in the air. asahi lowers it down onto the small cloth that was laid down. he wraps it up, and hands it to the young girl beside you.

"you do this every year, hitoka, that head slamming's gonna turn you dumb, you've already earned a p in your defence against the dark arts o.w.l's!"

"that's because i missed studying for that! i was taking extra classes and i had too much on my hands!"

that same silver haired guy held genuine concern for hitoka, sort of like tough love from a mother. the blonde groans, the faint bruise on her forehead is already embarrassing enough to deal with, but it hurts like hell.

"if you're wondering, the student that is incredibly infuriated, yet worried about poor hitoka beside you, is koshi sugawara, the hufflepuff house prefect and head boy."

asahi introduces you to the student. he's quite the charmer, his face sort of looks.. refreshing. sugawara smiles at you, and opens his mouth to say,

"hitoka's fine, she's always gets like this whenever she meets someone new. last year, she's knocked down a full cauldron of draught of living death, onto a gryffindor student, yu nishinoya. she was partnered with him in potions class. it melted through his robes, and i had to help a prefect carry him to the hospital wing."

sugawara grimaces, remembering the time the potion melted a hole through his robes, and lightly burned nishinoya's skin. the sorting ceremony concluded, and the feast begins. silver platters filled with all kinds of food, suddenly appear at the students' house tables. you, of course, picked your favorites from them, you hear really aggressive muffled yelling from the gryffindor table. you raised you head from your food, and to the source of the commotion, that same duo from the boat, were eating really fast. that feathery, dark haired boy was eating fast, but he gives time to chew, and not look like a mess. meanwhile, the ginger that sat beside him, energetically stuffed his cheeks to the brim with all kinds of food, stacking platters upon platters.

"how the hell does hinata not get a stomachache after his eating competitions with kageyama? i'd immediately surrender within 7 full plates.."

asahi, sort of looked sick. though, you agree with what he said. you can eat no more than a few plates before feeling sick from being full, and begging for the food to digest faster.

"all that food, and none of that goes to his height."

you saw a blonde boy with a brown undercut at the slytherin table, snicker at the two, a boy with grey hair, and the same undercut that looks exactly the same as him, just doesn't bother looking at the two.

"atsumu miya, and his twin brother, osamu. they're slight assholes— actually, maybe a little more that slight, if there's a word for that. atsumu is a loud asshole, and osamu is just a little more discreet about his assholeyness, you know? but they're tooootally monsters at quidditch. maybe them being mean little dudes give them an advantage. oh! and i'm satori tendo, by the way! nice to meet a student from ilvermorny!"

another spiky haired student appears in front of you. and you'd be convinced if someone told you that hogwarts is a magnet for people with weird hair. you just smiled, and shook hands with the guy.

"also, oikawa? would that mean that you'd be the sister of mr. freaky pleasant face?"

tendo squints at you and tilts his head.

"mr. freaky pleasant face? does tooru hook up with girls or something?"

at the mention of his name, your brother turns to your table. he's a slytherin, so he's quite close to where you are.

"no, i do NOT get into those kinds of activities."

he defends himself with a sure and stern voice. and he glares at tendo, the look on his face saying 'if you say anything that's weird and absolutely untrue to my sister, i'll smash your face in with a quaffle.'

"well, he does have lots of girls pining after him, it'd only make sense if he'd done that with some of them. also, hey (name)! shame you're a hufflepuff, i would've loved showing you around the common room."

kuroo waves at you with a stupid smile, but immediately drops it when tooru elbows him in his sides.

"well, that's that."

tendo giggles a little at the situation. later, your house prefect leads you and the new hufflepuff residents to your dorms. sugawara suggests that you should be beside him, so you don't accidentally bump into a shorter first year. your group of hufflepuffs are lead to an underground passageway, the basement of the castle, decorated with lots of paintings of food.

"the paintings are there, 'cause the kitchens and the hufflepuff dorms are kind of in the same corridor."

sugawara says, beside you. this passageway is lit warmly, with torches. despite this being a basement, it gives off the most homely energy. you could hear the house elves behind the shut castle kitchen's doors chatter, and prepare recipes that could possibly be for tomorrow's breakfast. you could smell the familliar scent of baked goods wafting into your nose.

"other students drop by the dorms and common room regularly. it's pretty comfortable, and it feels like home. not just to hufflepuffs, but to all hogwarts students."

sugawara then stops in front of a circle door, framed by pretty vines, a pile of large barrels were stacked in a shadowy recess on the right-hand-side of the corridor. sugawara tapped on the barrel two from the bottom, a barrel middle of the second row in a rhythm that sounds similar to the name of the hufflepuff founder, 'helga hufflepuff'. the lid of the barrel swung open, and sugawara turns to all of you.

"(name), you go first, then i follow. the rest of you first-years, just follow along with us please."

"do i.. crawl through?"

"what else would you do? now go ahead."

you gulped, and entered the barrel, crawling along the sloping, earthy passage that seemed to travel upwards, revealing the common room, in its cozy, yellow glory. the hufflepuff common room is said to 'always feel sunny'. and it really does. no wonder why people love this place, the place has circular windows, that have a view of a vast land of grass and dandelions, the room is just the perfect place to be, the smell from the kitchens are making this place even cozier. there are interesting looking plants, their pots, hanging from the ceiling. sugawara snaps all of you out of your awe, and reminds you that you're here to look at where you'll be sleeping for your stay at hogwarts. the dormitories are reached through round doors in the common room. he opens the dormitory doors, to a stone staircase, one end, spiraling downstairs, and one end for upstairs.

"girl's dorms are up there, boy's dorms are down here. your belongings should've already been brought to your dorms. if there's anything missing, or if there's a mix-up in anything, let me know, and i'll help."

sugawara gestures you up to the girl's dorm, where you find that the dormitory is actually a tower, dorms seperated by years. the sixth years are on the sixth floor, so you head up there, alone. you arrived at what you assumed to be the sixth year girls dorms, there are several circular doors for you to go through, but luckily, there are names on small wooden planks for students and their roommates. you enter the dorm with your name on a plank, and only one other student. 'yui michimiya'. you immediately spot your cat, in her carrier. she must've waited for you, beside your own luggage and trunks, all this time. you immediately free your cat from her confines, and set down her food & water bowl. you notice that your roommate's immediately tucked in for the night, dozing off in her bed.. the lights were dimmed down to adjust to the night. someone knocks on your dorm door. you get up, to open it, and there standing before you, is sugawara.

"madam sprout wants you to be in the common room with the first years, it's mandatory. she'll just hand you the timetable schedules, and some guidelines, and the history of hufflepuff, and what not. i'm sure you already know your way, so i'll just head down to the boys dorms."

he smiles with his lips, and moves out of the way, his arms leading you out of your dorm room, sort of like a 'ladies first' gesture, and you make your way down first, and opening the door connecting the dormitories to the common room. there, you find around 10 first years, the amount of hufflepuff girls and boys split evenly into a 5:5 ratio, sat on the many couches and chairs. you make your way to an empty solo couch, and madam sprout clears her throat to turn the chattering students' attention to her.

"first years, i'm your head of house, madam sprout, and i'd like to welcome to your house, hufflepuff! now, before we go on to hand out your timetables for class, let's go over a brief introduction to the founding of the hufflepuff house, and helga hufflepuff's role in founding hogwarts."

she did exactly what she said, and touched on the topics she mentioned.

"helga hufflepuff was one of four founders of hogwarts, while the other founders, godric gryffindor, salazar slytherin and even rowena ravenclaw chose their favorites or, 'special students', helga hufflepuff accepts all witches and wizards of all backgrounds, whether you'd be a muggle, a pureblood, or a halfblood."

you were trying not to fall asleep immediately, but once the short history lesson ended, she handed everybody their set class timetables. the first years have transfiguration in the morning, and you have potions. madam sprout dismisses all of you, and you and the 5 other hufflepuff girls head into the girls dorm tower, and tucked in for the night. you quietly open your dorm door, careful not to wake your roommate, and you changed into a nightgown, a sleeping garment you thought was corny, but your dad insisted getting you lots of elegant nightgowns, as hogwarts is a castle, and you're a lady, and you'll fit right in like a character from a fairytale. well, he's certainly right about that, looking at yourself in the mirror, it felt sort of awkward, but it also felt right. being a student in a gorgeous historical castle wouldn't be that bad. and with those thoughts, you head straight to bed.

-

you jolt awake from the sound of metal dropping. you blink your eyes, to adjust to the sunlight, shining from the dorm windows, and you see.. your roommate. yui michimiya. she bent down on the floor, not noticing you, already awake. she picked up what seems to be her ring from the floor with a subtle smile, and proceeds to turn in your direction, and lands her eyes on you, with a shriek.

"good morning.."

you waved at her, a yawn accompanying your morning greetings. what a great first impression. you looked at your pocket watch. 5:24 am.

"merlin, you scared me!"

michimiya puts her hand to her chest, with a slouched pose to make it look like she's seen enough of things that scared her.

"i'm yui, i'm pretty sure you've seen the name on the.. thing?"

she adjusts her tie.

"uh, yeah. why are you up so early? don't classes start at 8?"

"oh, uh, i usually go for a morning stroll, but you could also take that time to freshen up, eat breakfast, and stuff.. sorry if i'm not a good hogwarts tour guide, i just have a lot going on. sugawara usually wakes up earlier than everyone, so he must be in the common room. you could ask him!"

michimiya quickly dashes outside. i wonder what's gotten her like that? you decide to change into some new robes, and get ready for the day.. and maybe make a stop at the kitchens for toast. you adjust your yellow and black tie in the mirror, eyes lingering on the hufflepuff patch on your robes. your first day in hogwarts, ever. you grab your leather book bag, not bothering to check what's in it and you head to the common room, to find michimiya, chatting with an older student in the same house, their fingers interlocking, and they look.. very in-love. you thought she went for a stroll.. but you'd rather not think on it. you find sugawara, on the common room couch by the fireplace, reading a book. he turns to you and he waves.

"good morning, (name)! heading to the great hall for breakfast? i'll come with you."

"i thought i'd need a good meal before doing anything."

sugawara chuckles, and guides you out of the common rooms, from the passageway, to the great hall. only a few students are eating, after all, it's only the beginning of the breakfast hours. sugawara leads you a table where his friends are sitting at. this time, the houses aren't divided by tables, but students are free to come and go from one table to another. you are sat at the gryffindor table, a house where majority of sugawara's friends are in.

"yooo suga!"

a loud student with a small stature greeted sugawara.

"oh, (name), this is uh, nishinoya."

"is.. is that the draught of living death guy?"

"ah, well, yes."

sugawara awkwardly scratches the back of his neck, since nishinoya's pretty embarrased about that incident.

"it's the transferee girl! i'm shoyo hinata, transferees are pretty rare around here. what's ilvermorny like? is the food different?"

the boy with a meadow of orange on his head eagerly asked you so many questions, and his friend pulls him down onto the bench by the robes.

"can't you stay still for a second? don't ask questions all the sudden."

"and this grump over here is tobio kageyama."

hinata pointed at the guy he was referring to. you looked over at him, and you waved with a friendly smile. he just.. didn't wave back? or say anything? he just stiffens and doesn't spare you a glance. sugawara looked at him with a knowing smirk.

"don't tell me.."

hinata looks at the both of them, confused, nishinoya deciding he'll keep to himself, his mouth is busy chewing his food anyway. the gryffindor's breakfast table sort of looked like a buffet, with a spread of all sorts of breakfast food. you let out an awkward sounding fake laugh, then grabbed some toast, and other stuff you like, and you ate your food, in silence.

"where's kei? thought he'd escape bokuto asking for homework answers."

the words of nishinoya's question were muffled, since he stuffed his face with seemingly one of all the food on the table.

"asking? that's borderline harrassment."

sugawara directs his head to a cheery bokuto asking all sorts of questions to an amazingly tall boy, with blonde hair and glasses and a blank face across the great hall, at the ravenclaw table. he makes his way to the gryffindor table, with bokuto sticking to him like glue.

"hey, hey, hey! it's (name)!"

he walks behind you and ruffles your hair. the beanpole sits next to you, and quietly continues eating, silently sending an apology to you, hoping that bokuto's attention would be diverted from him.

"hey, could you ask tooru if he's doing well in any of the subjects? i want him to catch me up on anything."

"oh, sure! nice to see ya again, and enjoy your first day (name)!"

you waved bokuto goodbye, and sighed. you liked his prescence, but you needed a little chill today.

"that was smart."

"thanks..? uh.."

the guy beside you praised your efforts at driving bokuto away, the ravenclaw notices how you were about to call him by name, but you don't even know it.

"kei. kei tsukishima."

"oh, uh. thanks, kei, i'm (name)."

he nods, and continues poking at the fried chicken on his plate with his fork. wow, this guy's pretty hard to talk to. sugawara leans in closer to your ear and says,

"don't worry about him, he's not used to interaction with girls, same with kageyama."

sugawara chuckles, he's a pretty good guide. after you were finished with eating (and chatting with all of gryffindor), you stood up, and pulled out a piece of parchment with your class schedule on it. you had a potions class at seven, it's now currently 6:47 am. you figured you'd get to class early. sugawara, tsukishima, hinata, nishinoya and kageyama got up with you too, all of them, except sugawara going ahead, it's just kageyama lagging behind the group.

"sugawara, could you show me where the potions classes are?"

"oh, i have divination, and i need to get there fast.. hmm.. oh! tobio has potions next, he could show you. tobio!"

he called out to the boy, and he came jogging back, with a menacing look on his face. scary.

"could you lead her to the potions classroom? i have divination, i'll think of something to pay you back!"

he froze up, again. does he really not like you? or is he just like that because you're an older girl?

"... sure."

"i'm counting on you, thanks, dude!"

sugawara ran to the exit of the great hall, waving to the two of you behind him. now, it's just you and mr. girl anxiety. he turns to you with a weird face.

"f..follow me."

merlin, his talking game with women is at rock bottom. compared to your brother, who could charm people to his advantage, this guy's charisma is abysmal. hopefully, he grows out of it. you apologise to him in your head for straight up insulting him. well, maybe his awkwardness is his charm. you two started walking out of the great hall. you're having trouble keeping up, since this guy makes crazy strides with his long legs. you were panting just from trying to keep up with him.

"w—"

you inhale, exhale.

"wait! merlin, you're fast."

he freezes in his steps. you were leaning on the stone walls, sitting on the dusty floor, just resting. he realizes he was walking too fast, and extends his hand towards you, averting his gaze.

"sorry. but we'd best not be late, i'll.. i'll walk a little slower this time."

looking up at him from this angle, he's bloody gorgeous. dark hair, eyes the color of the deepest parts of the ocean, you're almost tempted to dive in. his lips turning into a subtle pout, his unbelievably perfect eyebrows furrowed, disappointed by his mistake. you sigh, and get up, with the assistance of your grip on his hand.

"it's okay."

and this time, he adjusts to your pace perfectly, like you're walking with a reflection of yourself. freaky. you arrive at your classroom, and you enter, to be greeted by the sights of a low ceiling, shelves filled with potions, cauldrons, all sorts of glassware and equipment, and potion ingredients, students bringing out their books and their own cauldrons. professor snape turns his head, he stares down at the both of you, an intimidating energy emitting from him. but really, it's just him applauding the transferee for being early, usually new students would get lost inside the castle before they could make it to class. your wise decision to ask to get someone to lead you to the right place saved you from embarassment on your first day.

kageyama taps your shoulder, pointing at the cauldrons on the shelf. you had your cauldron in your trunk, and somehow its' whisked itself out of it and put neatly on the potions classroom's shelves. you both grab your respective cauldrons and found a table where you could make potions in peace, in the back. kageyama pulls out a chair for you to sit in, and made himself comfortable on the stool beside you. that's kind of him. you looked at the boy beside you, he has his book of advanced potions out, so you grab your book bag, and looked inside. your herbology book, history of magic, DADA and astronomy book were all in there, but.. you realize that you forgot your potions textbook. you look for professor snape in the room, maybe he has a spare book! but, he's quite scary to talk to, so asking him for a spare is crossed out on the list. so you turn to the only option left.

"uh, hey, tobio. could you share the book? i forgot mine back at the dorms, i wanna do some light reading."

"yeah, it's alright, i guess.."

he slides the textbook in your direction.

"don't you need it too?"

"yeah, but i don't find it to be necessary reading before class."

ouch, was that a jab at your habit of reviewing, or is he just this honest? he really doesn't sugarcoat things. you quietly open the book so you could read. suddenly, kageyama places his two long fingers onto the paper of the book, and gently moves it a little towards him. and under his breath, he mumbles,

"i guess i could use some reading."

odd. that's odd. he said that he didn't like reviewing before class, but now he's doing it. pick a struggle, man. you move your chair closer to his, so you could see better. your arms were touching at this distance. kageyama let out a quiet grunt, his eyes narrowing at the words printed onto the paper, his eyebrows furrowing in what seemed to be frustration, his cheeks blooming into the subtlest pink. if he's that bothered just by reading, why'd he volunteer to read with you anyways? a few minutes pass by, and class begins, kageyama pulling his eyes away from the book, and sighed in relief. snape warned every student in his class that 'there will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class.' and taking turns asking every student questions, including kageyama and you.

"where would you look if you were to find me a bezoar?"

"i— uh.."

kageyama aggressively flips the pages of his advanced potions book, but snape slams the book shut, almost trapping kageyama's whole hand in there, if it weren't for his reflexes.

"take this seriously, mr. kageyama. where. would. you. find. me. a. bezoar?"

"uh.. something about a goat stomach."

"so close, yet so far. you, new student. where would you find a bezoar?"

you jolted, and pointed at yourself with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.

"who else in this room would i ask?"

"uh— a bezoar is a stone in a goat's stomach.. that can save you from.. almost any poisons?"

"end that sentence with a period, ms. oikawa. but alas, you are correct. five points to.. hufflepuff, and for that poor answer from mr. kageyama, five points will be taken from gryffindor."

snape narrows his eyes at you, before proceeding to continue with his lessons. you put your hand on where your heart would rest, currently beating as fast as a zouwu. and about as fast as a zouwu, the classes end, leaving students with free time after dinner. there was a windstorm earlier today, and the owl post was delayed until tomorrow afternoon. you're just strolling with kageyama and hinata, the carrothead wanted to show you the gryffindor seeker and the gryffindor beater's skills at the quidditch field, and you were making your way there, but a pretty girl with glasses comes up to the three of you, and hands you a poster for a stargazing event to welcome new and senior students to hogwarts.

"you guys should check out if you're interested! now, i've gotta go pass these on to the others!"

the girl ran, she ran at impressive speeds, like she was born to be a track athlete. you stared at the poster in your hands, the two boys peering behind you to see what's up.

'stargazing event for old and new students at 9:00 pm to 10:30 pm at the astronomy tower. food catered by the house elves! (professors agreed to let us do this.)'

there was an enchanted moving picture below the text, the stars were shooting across the night sky, above hogwarts. despite looking so hastily printed, it's still quite impressive. hinata showed amusement and showed amusement at the poster and the upcoming event that happens in an hour.

"ooh.. seems cool! wanna go, kageyama?"

"that's stupi—"

"i'd like to go, free food is free food."

you shrugged, hinata nodded and threw finger guns your way, and anticipated an answer from the boy with hair colored like the night sky.

"... free food wouldn't be so bad."

hinata quite literally jumped for joy, and you three decided to pass the time by slowly strolling to the astronomy tower, since you're pretty far from it, seeing as you're near the greenhouses. you continued talking to both of them, but you notice kageyama stop in his tracks, and he looks up at the both of you.

"i think i forgot something, i'll go back to the divination classroom, i think i'll make it on time if i ever find it immediately, you go on ahead."

as much as kageyama hates being left behind by his rival and friend, hinata, this time he strangely decides to not come along.

"well, you're gonna miss out on everything, since you couldn't even find your quill when you placed it under your book."

hinata commented. he was referencing to the transfiguration class earlier that afternoon, when professor mcgonagall wanted us to take notes, but kageyama couldn't find his quill.

"oh, fuck off."

kageyama huffed, and jogged straight for the divination classroom. when the time came, you were at the charms classroom's entrance, near the astronomy tower. there were already lots of students by the time you got there. hinata's eyes sparkled at how pretty the entrance of the astronomy tower looked. there were floating lanterns, with balls of light that looked like stars in them, and bright ravenclaw blue ribbons and sashes hanging above the entrance. the students seemed to have dates or have brought their romantic partners along. you see familiar faces, like the slytherin twins from earlier, atsumu and osamu miya, with gorgeous girls from the houses of gryffindor and ravenclaw, even kuroo, with a boy that looked like a girl, with short bob hair that looked to be dyed blonde, as the roots of his hair were black. he seemed to be best friends with him, he seemed disinterested in the astronomy event as a whole, since he's just reading.

"woah, good job, g.g.g!'

hinata said, with an impressed voice and crossed arms.

"g.g.g? what's that?"

"gorgeous glasses girl! y'know the girl from earlier?"

you laughed, hinata's got such a creative mind, making all sorts of remarks here and there. kuroo waved and greeted you with a smile, dragging the poor ravenclaw along, the boy grimaces, as kuroo takes his book, and sort of 'confiscates' it.

"heyy, (name)! and of course, hello, shrimpy."

at the mention of the nickname 'shrimpy', the boy beside him, became a little less disinterested, his scowl transforming into a blank face, his eyes sparkling in interest juuuust a little at hinata. you're willing to bet they're really close. hinata wraps his arm around the two tone haired boy's shoulders, and they continue chatting about quidditch, quidditch teams, and if he (pudding head) will continue being a seeker after suffering a major injury. it seems that the pudding haired boy broke his arm in his last quidditch match, and it hit his motivation really badly. but then, it hits you, hinata's distracted, and he's slowly walking toward the astronomy tower without you.

"hey, hinata! hey— ugh, it's no use, he's incredibly distracted."

"haha, when they're talking, especially if they haven't seen eachother in so long, it's almost like they're in their own world."

kuroo crossed his arms, and watched them walk away.

"besides, you've got me now! i'm interesting to talk to, y'know!"

"you're interesting when you're interesting, and that's not right now."

"ouch."

-

inside the tower, there were tables with roll-top chafing dishes in all shapes, similar to a muggle buffet. the food ranged from salads, pastries, meat dishes, desserts and drinks. the students were at the astronomy tower's railings, admiring the stars, there were a group of students who volunteered to sing on a built stage, dressed in shiny suits and dresses, singing songs in the genre of 'bossa nova'. kuroo had acompanied you in the tower, talking, or rather, complaining about how your brother's a little too charming for his tastes, and about how he's using that charm to weasel away from trouble, and left the blame onto him or his friends. well, that didn't sound uncharacteristic of him, you're speaking from experience, you didn't even bother to resonate with him since it's not like you've never tried to flutter your eyelashes a bit too hard to get yourself out of trouble. like brother, like sister.

but kuroo got a little caught up in the small crowd of his admirers, immediately healing his ego, and let you 'go on ahead'. you're fine with him just talking to someone and staying beside him, but this is still about the third time this has happened that evening. your mind wandered to the location of kageyama, and if he managed to find the item he's searching for, while swishing the party punch you've got in a glass, in your hands. some guys tried to get your attention, but you didn't bother. later, most of the girls in the room with you suddenly squealed. your brother, was fashionably late as usual. 'the best man in the room always comes late.' he always said that as an excuse when he's late for dinner, when he really just was snooping around your mum and dad's stuff from their time at hogwarts. oikawa approaches you, but you notice he has no partner. you look at him, confused.

"thought i'd show some decency and make a good impression on you."

"so you're only indecent when i'm.. not around?"

your brother hisses, obviously embarassed by how you took his words, but he knows you like to joke around.

"i'm surprised you're not in slytherin, seeing how your comments are."

"well, i know my limits."

"you know, we haven't had a proper conversation the entire day."

"i mean, i was busy with adjusting to a new environment."

he nods. then, from his robe's pockets, he takes out a box, one that's old, the printed red color on it is cracked, and he placed it in your hands.

"what's this?"

"the thing you gave me before you left with dad. you told me to return it to you when we meet again, but i couldn't find the right time to."

you look down at the box, and opened it. the specially enchanted mokeskin pouch that your parents had enchanted to share between yourselves, and a note, containing the promise of returning the box to you. you take out the pouch, and you opened it, inside was pictures of the two of you with your parents on vacation in romania, your mother's color changing gloves, and the invisible ink you bought with your first allowance of 40 galleons. your eyes softened at the items, and the memories that came with them, and you looked up at your brother with an emotional face.

"i thought you forgot."

"i certainly almost did."

you were slowly getting used to talking to your brother again, and it felt so warm being with family in an unfamiliar place. you look around, craning your neck to sort out a person in the crowd of red, yellow, green and blue.

"who are you looking for? you have a date or something, eh? eeeehhh?"

your brother squints his eyes at you, curious of who was able to convince his sister, despite your comfortable and chill personality, you usually refuse any advances that involve outright flirting.

"excuse you, i don't have one. just a friend i'm waiting for."

"that's exactly how it sounds like. a date."

"do you actually know what a date is?"

"you're asking the right person!"

you waved violently once you spotted the person you were waiting for—

"tobio kageyama! over here!"

"his full legal name, and everything. also, kageyama? that guy's your date?"

you lower your hand, once kageyama sees you, he was coming towards the both of you, then backs away a little bit once he sees oikawa.

"tobio, it's fine, just pretend he doesn't exist, did you ever find what you were looking for?"

"hey, you're not answering me!"

"oh, good evening, uhm, oikawa..? i never managed to find anything, so i'll have to continue looking before curfew."

"just call me (name), we're both oikawa, so it's kind of weird."

kageyama nods, but the tall toddler next to you is just looking between the gryffindor, and you. sort of like a 'what's your relationship with him???' you completely block your brother's prescence from your sight. he notices, and with a huff, he pushes the two of you away from eachother.

"you ought to stop.. being so.. so... frivolous!"

the chocolate haired boy you call your only sibling, sternly yells, and glares at the both of you, the other students glancing your way.

"what was that for?"

"it's almost to 10:30, so you two best be off to bed in your seperare houses, no boy and girl action shall happen between you kids, you hear?"

"hey, i was born 20 minutes earlier than you, you have no right to tell me what my bedtime is and the professors clearly allowed us to stay up past curf—"

the 20 minute younger oikawa sibling pushes both you and kageyama out of the astronomy tower, from the top, down the stairs, complaining about how he's acting like the older sibling, quite embarassing being babied by your younger by a few minutes brother. he heads back up and on his way up the stairs, he kept glancing at the both of you.

"he's weird."

kageyama remarked. you had nothing to say but you just gave him a nod to say that you definitely agree.

"should we go back up?"

kageyama looked down at you.

"no, i'm pretty sure tooru will stop us."

"fair point, i think that the professors might show up to interrupt to make sure that the party ends by 10:30."

he shrugged. at this point, you two were pretty tired.

"i'll just go to bed then, it's better if i sleep early anyways."

you raised your hand for a moment and dropped it, a lazy goodbye to the gryffindor behind you. but he calls out your name.

"(name)!"

you turn to the boy, a short distance seperates you two. you hummed to acknowledge his calling.

"i, uh.. isn't it rude to let a girl walk alone?"

"no? i don't think it is."

"oh, uhm, see you tomorrow.."

his cheeks were dusted with a light pink, and just awkwardly waved, and he walked in the seperate direction. weird. but you unknowingly turned down kageyama's very vague offer to walk you to your house's common room.

-

after a long walk from the astronomy tower to the hufflepuff girls dorms, you flop onto your bed, uniform still on, you're not even bothering to change into a nightgown. you rolled around in the sheets for a while, waiting for your eyes to feel heavy and fall asleep while practicing the spells of 'nox' and 'lumos'. the light flickers from the tip of your wand, as you say the required words for the spell to work, you were getting sleepy, your hand slowly letting go of your wand. before it slips through as your hands relax, a loud tap is heard on the glass of your window. you simply dismiss it. then, a louder tap echoes through the room, waking you up.

"oh, merlin's beard! what is that sound!?"

you drag yourself from your bed and assessed the window, the glass has been shaped, and you could barely make up what's outside. all you know is that the culprit of the window tapping is round. you open your window, to see a crow. a very beautiful one, its beak was holding onto a teeny tiny roll of parchment, a cloth rolled into it with very familliar patterns, tied shut into a neat bow, by a midnight blue silk ribbon.

"you got a message for me, little guy?"

you hold out your hand, so it can just drop it onto there and go back to its owner. it did, but it never left your side. you unroll the piece of paper, revealing the hankerchief your mother gave you before you went to america with your dad. the paper under it reads;

'you dropped this, be careful of your belongings.'

and nothing else was attatched. you were wondering why the crow wouldn't leave when messenger birds were usually trained to leave immediately after someone recieves something they brought. you squint at the object reteurned to you, and you look through your pockets to find they were empty. so you really dropped it.

"thank you, feathery friend. you can leave, but before you do.."

you tied the ribbon included with your missing hankerchief onto its neck, and the bird flew away. 'what a strange bird.' you thought. and you decided that was a sign for you to change into your nightgown and not sleep in your uniform.

-

the next day wasn't so bad, you were a little more familliar with the layout of the school, though you almost were late to charms class. speaking of charms, you just finished the class, and all of you were dismissed by professor flitwick early, since he figured that the next lesson would be too much to fit into one class. you had actually befriended the boys that you sat next to, the miya twins, though they were not your type of people, they were easy to get along with. one of your favorite moments in your first charms class would be when professor flitwick asked if you could magically persuade a pineapple to dance off your desk, and the miya twins just blasted their pineapples off the desk.

"well, professor, ya did say that we'd have 'ta get the pineapples off our desks, magically!" atsumu argued.

"and they did spin 'round a little.. wouldn't that count as a dance?" osamu backed his brother up.

"no, you blasted it using flipendo, and they didn't dance. two points from slytherin."

you chuckled to yourself at their ridiculous behavior. you felt a finger tap at your right shoulder, you turned, there was nothing there, then at your left, still nothing. you frantically turn and find the miya twins snickering at you.

"heya, pretty! ya ready for some lunch? we got great people to introduce ya to at our table!"

atsumu wrapped his arm around your shoulder. but osamu just stays by your side, students pass by, heading to the great hall or talking to their friends. you smile at atsumu, but in the distance behind him, was kageyama, with messed up hair, and a very disappointed professor mcgonagall scolding him for missing transfiguration, while on his way to the great hall. you look at him, he's pretty fucked up looking. his necktie isn't even tied, and he forgot one of his socks. then you notice, a silky, shiny blue ribbon, tied to his pinky finger. that very same midnight blue ribbon that you tied to the crow last night.

".. what the.."

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posted — 07 / 16 / 24

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haikyu!! m. list — ★ personal favs, ♥︎ fluff, ❀ smut, ✩ angst

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oneshots...

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svt as anime! ~ hc

fluff drabble 1 (sick day) ~ drabble

you don't mind, but he does (nsfw) ~ (hq, jjk)

please cry ~ angst (jjk, kny, bsd, genshin)

hate it when you cry (nsfw) ~ (jjk, hq, bsd, genshin)

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ↝ jujutsu kaisen

WAFTED MEDLEYS ~ series; multi; jjk men x f!reader; fluff, angst, slice of life, selectively mature— COMING SOON!

gojo satoru as boyfriend! ~ hc

burden (gojo satoru) ~ drabble

attention (gojo satoru) (nsfw) ~ oneshot

blue eyes (gojo satoru) ~ fluff

be late (gojo satoru) ~ drabble

unholy (gojo satoru) (nsfw) ~ drabble

nanami kento as boyfriend ~ hc

jelly (yuji itadori) ~ oneshot (req)

cruel (sukuna ryomen) ~ drabble

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tease (bokuto kotaro) (suggestive) ~ drabble

bokuto is... ~ hc

captains as college boys! ~ hc

*⁠･⁠゜ﾟ↝genshin impact

unsurity (tartaglia) ~ oneshot

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How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

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How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

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Kotaro Bokuto

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Yuu Nishinoya

How he kisses you 🥰 | 📝 | 💜

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Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

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Headcanons

Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

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[kookie-doughs]

One Shot Aisle

I write multi-fandom oneshots. Of course all of which is “X reader” unless requested otherwise. I accept requests and tags as long as you refer to my pinned post.

Though I am not quite confident with my skills I will try my best to write. Please don’t hesitate on requesting. I will/may reuse the fics I had gotten depending on whether I have another idea with it.

the labeling of the fics might be confusing especially in AU and Prompt fic so if you’re still confused you could just ask me. In requesting I’d like you to label your own req on which fic it’ll go to.

Word Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given word I chose. The word are chosen randomly. The chosen word could either be a request or a word I randomly picked from a dictionary.

Coffee || Shota Aizawa(My Hero Academy)

Photograph || Ryota Kise(Kuroko no Basket)

Friend || Petra Ral(Attack On Titan)

AU Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given AU I chose. The AU are chosen randomly. The chosen AU could either be a request or an AU I just felt like writing.

Aging! Soulmate AU || Miya Atsumu(Haikyuu)

Writing! Soulmate AU || Tamaki Suoh(Ouran Highschool Host Club)

Asylum AU || Hidan(Naruto)

Dialogue Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given dialogue I chose. The dialogue are chosen randomly. The chosen dialogue could either be a request or dialogue I just heard from a movie/ read from another book.

“Excuse me. I have to cause a scene” || Makoto Edamura(Great Pretender)

“I think I love you.” || Bokuto Kotaro(Haikyuu)

“I never anticipated you'd test our connection in such a way.” || Light Yagami(Death Note)

Prompt Fic

I write a fic pertaining to the given prompt I chose. The prompt are chosen randomly. I am aware technically all of these are prompt but I mean here I’ll be given a situation and I’ll write something out of that. This could also be considered as headcanon fic. The chosen prompt could either be requested or something I saw on writing prompt tag.

Tending their wounds while scolding them only to realize they weren’t listening and was falling for you instead || Roronoa Zoro(One Piece)

One Piece NSFW Headcanons || Various

Cooking together with S/O’s friend and it ended up bad || Vinsmoke Sanji(One Piece)

[his-saiko]

HAIKYUU!!

💐[Fluff/Comfort] 💔[Angst] 🛑[Trigger Warning] 🔥[Suggestive] 🌶[Spicy] 📖[Multichapter]

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

💐 Need You Now 💐 Meant to Be 💔 If It's Not Us In The End

Drabbles/Oneshots

💔💐 Drunk Message

KARASUNO

📖 Non"Lethal"

TSUKISHIMA KEI

📖 Confessions

Drabbles

🔥 POV: You teased Tsukishima too far 💐 Sleep

ASAHI AZUMANE

🌶 Trapped Together

INARIZAKI

📖 Match, Set, Game

🌶 Chased and Chained [The twins]

NEKOMA

KOZUME KENMA

Drabbles

💐 Stream

FUKURODANI

BOKUTO KOTARO

Drabbles

💐 Sick

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— bokuto kotaro

— akaashi keiji

— konoha akinori

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[alanisinstone]

bokuto being so excited to dick you down after a long practice because you sent him some spicy pics right after he left. he comes back home to you washing up in the shower and he’s tripping over his own feet trying to strip his clothes to get in with you. he’s making all kind of noise and knocking things over on the vanity to get into the shower with you and you almost slip from him startling you. his cock is already fully erect and he’s pulling you close babbling about how pretty your pics were and how much he craved you for all of practice. you’re trying to get him to calm down but he insists on rutting his leaking, flushed cock in between your soft thighs. “i need you NOW baby. you cant leave me like this!” he whines, kissing your neck, and haphazardly hoisting half your body up to suckle on your breast. you just let him manhandle you around because it feel way to good to make him stop. but then it’s too slippery for him to throw you around in the shower so he wants to get out; but all while feverishly kissing you and rubbing his thick fingers through your slick folds. you both stumble out trying not to fall and also dry off,,, simultaneously shoving your tongues down each other’s throats, wet and teeth clashing. you make it a step out of the bathroom and he can’t make it to the bed so he tackles you to the ground,, and kisses your lips like it’s the last time he ever will. you whine feeling his cock sliding up and down your cunt, the swollen head catching on your puffy clit. you sob about him just fucking you already if he’s so needy while bucking your hips to get some friction. you smell the water fresh off his body, droplets falling in your face. “i know baby, i know. i need you just as bad. i just want to savor you darling. you’re so beautiful to me…” he whispers, nipping on your ear. he’s not even in control of his movements anymore. the combined smell of your body wash and your arousal drives him through the roof. he tries to get at least his head through your tight hole like four times but his movements are so erratic that he misses every time. he finally gets it in but gives no adjustment time, and just stars bucking forward like a mad man. hitting all your spots without even knowing or trying. you can feel every vein pulsing on every thrust and the swollen head of his cock rubbing on you g-spot. the hard wood floor against your wet skin hurts but it’s ancillary because the ramming of his cock is the only thing you can focus on. he cums in you so quick and just keeps going. pushing his own cum out of you and making a mess of your thighs and your pussy. you cum shortly after him, screaming at how he fucks you through it, not at all worried about overstimulating you. the only thought in his mind being fuck her fuck her fuck her. you squeeze yet another load of warm seed out of his overstimulated cock. “oh god baby… nngh… fuck” he moans, languidly pumping the load(s) of cum back into you and also out of you at the same time. he pulls out, kissing the finger-tip bruises on your hips. he moves down and cleans you up, licking his cum from you thighs and pussy. then he gets distracted and eats you out until you cum again. flicking his tongue at your clit, shoving it into you pussy to fish out his cum shaking his head back and forth indulging himself in you sweet, wet, cunt. once you both get of the floor i think it’s safe to say a nap is in order…

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