#bokuto soulmate

[oneforblu]

bokuaka makes me so happy and this panel in particular just sums up their bond so well. bokuto beaming complimenting akaashi and akaashi feeling happy and thankful. they really are the “love at first sight” trope if you think about it. bokuto being akaashi’s star while bokuto sees akaashi as the world. since the moment they met, they were always bound to be together on and off the court. they just make me so happy!!

[robynwantstowrite]

Domestic

Pairing: Bokuto x GN! Reader

Warnings: None, no use of Y/N!

Word count: 335

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You and Kōtarō Bokuto have been together for a few years. You lived in a cozy apartment filled with plants, soft blankets, and tiny mementos from your many adventures. Both of you had a love for simple, everyday joys.

Every morning, you would wake up first and make a pot of coffee. Bokuto, always half-asleep, would stumble out of bed and wrap his arms around you from behind as you stirred the milk into his cup. “Good morning, sleepyhead,” you would say, smiling at his messy bedhead. You had a little routine: he would make breakfast while you would water their plants, talking to them as if they could understand you. Bokuto would laugh at you for naming every plant, but he secretly loved how passionate you were about them.

In the evenings, you would cuddle up on the couch, watching your favorite shows or reading side by side. You had a little tradition of making “fancy” grilled cheese sandwiches for dinner on Sundays, where they would compete to see who could make the best one. Bokuto always added way too much cheese, and you teased him for it, but it was always delicious.

One particularly rainy day, you decided to build a fort in your living room, just like you used to when you first started dating. You draped blankets over the furniture and filled the fort with pillows and fairy lights. Inside, you spent the day telling each other silly stories, playing cards, and sharing snacks. It was such a simple thing, but moments like these were what you cherished most.

You and Bokuto didn’t need grand gestures or extravagant vacations to feel happy. For you, love was in the small, quiet moments — in the way you took care of each other, laughed together, and shared a life filled with warmth and affection.

And as the days passed, you knew that no matter what came your way, you would always have each other and your little domestic world of love and laughter.

[mrs-kodzuken]

K.K.T.K on my wrist ♡

Pairing: Kōtarō Bokuto x Keiji Akaashi x fem!reader x Tetsurō Kuroo x Kenma Kozume

WC: 1.9k

Genre: soulmate au, fluff, slice of life

CW: fem!reader, four soulmates, poly relationship, fluff, very soft and sweet

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When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me, treating me with kindness.

Then we'd live happily ever after, just like in the movies.

However, the hardships that came with being a princess made me think that I could handle them. As it turns out, that's not how life is at all.

Not at all.

Plenty of hardships are thrown at you left and right. and it's all about how well you deal with it.

As I got older, my fantasies became more realistic. I wanted to live a small, easy life with the person I so dearly loved.

A small child or kitten running around, giving us entertainment.

Living out our lives to the fullest and being content with simplicity. We didn't need anything more or anything less.

That's how I've always imagined it.

As it turns out, life does throw things at you, but this one was one of the best hardships I'll ever came to love.

And it all begins at the young age of sixteen. A fresh high school student, worried about what people thought about them.

Their hair, clothes, grades, and sometimes even a boyfriend or girlfriend.

However, most of those thoughts got quickly brushed away. On a person's sixteenth birthday, initials will appear on their dominant wrist.

The absolute heart racing feeling full of wonder of who your special significance other could be.

Maybe it was someone who lives halfway across the world. Maybe someone who goes to the same school as you. Maybe someone you grew up with.

Or maybe someone you just happen to know from the internet.

Whatever it may be, they will be bound to meet. Some people say it's fate. Some say even destiny.

However, I just thought it was a clear misconception for me.

I had my dreams significantly crushed by four initials on my wrist. Oh, how I used to despise them—the hate that fueled through me when I looked at my wrist.

Looking back, it was harsh and childish. Life is unexpected; things happen. However, this one was one that's stuck in my favorites, even if it was the opposite of everything I always wanted.

I wouldn't trade it for the world.

The bedroom window was open a bit as the rain fell from the sky. Small devices lit up here and there around the room.

It was an easy night for all of us. Even Kōtarō was quiet, which sparked an interest in me. I was keeping myself busy by reading a book I had been wanting to catch up on.

While also laying on Keiji, who had been next to me reading some other kind of book.

Our beloved Kenma was in the next room over, streaming. The door was slightly ajar, leaving space for the blue rays of light to show on the wall.

I could hear small splashes of water coming from the bathroom. A small, unnoticeable smile gracing my strawberry-colored lips.

No matter how many times I knew water calmed that beautiful boy down, I couldn't get over it.

I had run the bath myself, even adding a few bathroom toys and bubbles, despite it being the late hours of the night. And despite that he was a grown man, we don't in this house.

If I had listened hard enough, I could hear Tetsu downstairs. The soft noise of most likely midnight snacks being made.

It seemed as if we were all content in the house we called home. A shiver ran down my back as I felt the soft breeze come from the window.

The skies were pitch black; if it were a normal night, I'd be on the roof with Tetsu and Keiji. We'd point out the constellations and watch the stars.

It was one of my favorite things to do with them.

If it were later in the afternoon and the sun was slightly straying from the clouds and the rain was soft, Kōtarō would be dancing in the rain with me.

We'd sing our hearts out, then get scolded by our lovely boyfriend, Keiji, who quite possibly seemed like the only sane one in the house.

Besides Kenma half of the time.

The days that it was sunny, and I wished silently that it would rain. Kenma would softly take my hand and lead me to the kitchen.

Even though we both shared the hatred of sunny days, we'd bake something.

Whether it be healthy or not, burnt or just right, muffins or cupcakes. So, our house constantly smells like a bakery. When we wouldn't feel up to baking, a movie was our next best thing.

On hard days when I felt like I really needed something to just get my mind off for a little while, Kuroo was my go-to person.

We'd run to the park and back, putting the stress into exercising. Sometimes, just sitting down with him on a park bench and watching everyone pass by was enough.

However, Keiji was by far the one who comforted me in a strange but loving way. He's the only one I'd talk to. I'd spill all my thoughts to, read a book with, cry to, and observe with.

Being very compatible with each and every one of them made life exciting and, oddly, calming.

"Are you cold? We can shut the window if you'd like." Keiji turned his head toward me, pausing his reading.

"I'll put on a hoodie," I said, shaking my head and loving the smell of rain. However, he knew that that would be my answer.

I'd always wrap up in multiple clothing layers instead of shutting the window.

It was a habit.

I crawled away from him as I watched Keiji place my bookmark in the place I was reading.

Slipping on my pink slippers, I walked out of the room, heading towards the clothing room.

Who knew that living with four other people would bless you with an enormously large house? However, the income we all made could quite possibly also be a reason.

As I walked past Kenma's gaming room, I peered in. My eyes were watching him a bit, I could tell even from when he was turned around that his eyes were glued to the screen.

Knowing Kenma, I knew he wasn't wearing his glasses that protected his eyes. He needed them now more than ever, since it's the late hours of the night.

Backing out, I quickly but quietly moved downstairs. His glasses were on the living room coffee table, if I remembered correctly.

When I was on the first floor, I moved to the living room, where his glasses were. Picking them up, I felt the coldness from how long they've been left alone.

The kitchen light on, curiosity peering through me. I peeked in at the sight of Tetsu sitting on the counter, scrolling on his phone.

He was most likely trying to figure out what we'd be feeling up for to eat after rummaging through our cabinets. God, he could be doing nothing and still look so handsome.

I smiled a little and headed back upstairs. Opening Kenma's door more, I could hear soft grunting from him.

Probably because of a level he was having trouble with.

Setting the glasses close to his keyboard, I leaned down and gave him a soft kiss on the temple. He nodded, his cheekbones glowing with a rouge pink shade.

That small peck meant, 'Please don't forget to wear them.' I could always express myself with small things without actually saying them to Kenma and Keiji.

Usually, I'd have to express my thoughts in a verbal way when it came down to Kō and Tetsu. However, I knew not everyone would be an introvert or just a mind reader.

When I left the room, leaving it cracked like before, I saw his game pause and him slip on the clear glasses.

I made my way back to the room, forgetting about the hoodie I needed to get. When I entered, I saw Kōtarō curled up against Keiji.

His hair was slightly dripping wet, making me cringe a bit.

I spotted his towel, which he had brought back with him instead of hanging up in the bathroom. I softly grabbed it and made my way to him.

He perked up; his yellow eyes seemed to shine a bit brighter in the dark.

"The water will make the bed wet, hon" I softly said, lightly ruffling his hair with the towel.

His arms wrapped around my waist as I continued to get the water out. Wetness and comfortable covers do not mix in my book or even on my book.

I could hear him sigh happily as I played with his hair, trying to get out all the water.

Glancing over to Keiji, his glasses were off, and our books had been set elsewhere. It's movie time.

Kenma would come from his gaming in around fifteen to twenty minutes from now. We'd all cuddle on the bed and watch a cartoon movie.

I walked to the bathroom, setting Kōtarō's towel on his hook. In a house of five people, organization was the best key.

After I cut the lights off, I walked back to see a movie picked up and Kuroo coming upstairs with our midnight snacks.

When I made sure everyone was comfortable in bed, I went to get Kenma. I could basically feel the exhaustion radiating off him. Knowing that he wouldn't get off the game unless someone actually got him.

As I got closer, I gently put my arms around his back. I did it every single time I wanted him to get off the game. I could tell he was fighting himself, wanting to go another round but agreeing.

Soon his system was off and his left hand locked in my right one, walking into our bedroom. We climbed into bed; the rotation was different this weekend.

Each day or week, we'd switch the rotation of who gets to spoon who. It wasn't my idea since I couldn't care less if I was spooning or getting spooned.

However, being the only girl it was kinda nice with everyone being bigger than me, it was kind of hot some nights too.

This time around, Tetsu was spooning me, and I happened to be spooning Kōtarō. After we finished the snacks, I couldn't resist the sleep, which called my name.

Since there were five of us, we couldn't possibly fit in a bed. So we decided to just get one of the biggest; even if we did spoon, I'm sure at least one of us would end up kicking another off the bed.

This has always been how our stay-up nights have been and I wouldn't change it for the world.

When I was a little girl, I thought about how a prince would show up outside my bedroom window. He'd take me away to his castle and marry me.

Well, now that I'm older, it's safe to say that I've got four princes who I was fated with. They agreed to live together with me, and the need to marry wasn't in our minds.

We all knew the reassurance of each other never leaving the other. But if one of us did happen to want to marry? I guess we could.

But this is the end of our weekend night and there was nothing out there that would make me give it up.

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

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

[twinstxrs]

thinking about kageyama’s “it’s the setter’s job to break the wall in front of the spiker” in reference to how kenma sponsoring hinata while he’s in brazil and onwards is effectively doing that on a financial level. once a setter always a setter.

[zumicho]

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@mitskicain # — lia !! ♡

@mollyrolls # — molly !! ♡, the barney to my ted <3

@nectardaddy # — dodger !! ♡, president of the ‘GET UP’ club

@sweetfushi # — zee !! ♡, the akaashi to my bokuto <3

@kuroppiii # — ro !! ♡, the patrick to my art <3

@sandwhitches # — mitch !! ♡, twin flame !!, the finn to my bmo !!

@causenessus # — ness !! ♡ , ness my tumblr soulmate <3

@yenonnoff # — yen !! ♡ , the sousuke to my rin <3

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[slyfoxann544]

Akaashi: The Bokuto Whisperer

[thedeadestmeme]

fellas is it gay to “that day, you talked to me. and i remember thinking how warm you were — how bright. you were shining… like the sun.”. fellas do you ever “the idle fleeting thought that he was ‘a star’ crossed my mind”.

[gardenofcamellias]

another short scene(s) that will probably (but never say never) get put into a full fic

this one: bokuaka (hq) & coffee shops & university au

i looked back at this draft after two years of not touching it and omg i kinda forgot how much i liked the idea for this fic... i hope one day i can go back to it

fun fact—i lowkey based the whole fic off the title i wanted for it: A Beauty in his Mind

{scene(s) under cut}

Akaashi had been getting more headaches than usual lately. 

Not that it was a surprise. When he told his parents that he would be majoring in Creative Writing in University, they chastised and scolded for weeks on end. 

"It's a waste of time!" his mother declared.

"How are you going to get a job with that kind of major? Might as well be living in a box," his father said, disgusted.

"I can't go into something like chemistry or math!" Akaashi insisted. "Wrapping my brain around all those formulas, not being able to express myself creatively—I can't live like that!"

"You won't be able to live at all with a major like Creative Writing," his mother hissed, as if his choice of major was some sort of curse. "You wouldn't be able to earn enough money to get yourself food at the grocery store."

"After all the sacrifices we made for you..." his father sighed. "You throw it all away with this."

After a month of this, Akaashi resolved to move out. 

Akaashi was able to get an apartment about fifteen minutes from his university. The apartment complex was across the street from a town center with a supermarket, an ice cream shop, and a café. Overall, the town seemed pleasant and peaceful—a nice change in pace from his previous living conditions.

Akaashi was never the type to disobey the rules. He was a good student—in high school he took top level university preparation classes, he got one of the highest scores on exams, he even played in his school's volleyball club as an added extracurricular to put on his applications (it shows great teamwork and leadership skills people always said). But this time, he couldn't just follow blindly with what his parents were telling him to do. He couldn't become a doctor or an engineer like his parents always wanted. Every time Akaashi pictured himself performing surgery on someone or manipulating some foreign formula to build some sort of robot arm, he felt like he was about to suffocate. Writing was his passion—a way to truly be able to show his true colors and say what he was really feeling inside. Akaashi couldn't, no more like wouldn't, throw that away for sake of gaining more security or a bigger paycheck.

But that still didn't make him any less terrified. 

There was no doubt that the choice he was making was a risky one. But if he didn't go down this path, Akaashi would regret it for the rest of his life. He would spend eternity swimming in a sea of what ifs or what would haves. Akaashi was grateful for all that his parents had done for him so far in his life, but now he had to pave his own road—make choices for himself and not for the sake of others. 

Crap, crap, crap, Akaashi thought to himself as he frantically pressed the button that would allow him to cross the street from his apartment complex to the town center. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, which means the café is bound to be packed already with people. Akaashi needed to score a seat and a table in order to work on his narrative for one of his writing classes. He had writer's block, and looking at the same old walls in his apartment with zero inspiration was making him go crazy—he needed a change of scenery. Originally, Akaashi planned to get to the café early at six o'clock so he could grind out his paper, but he had unfortunately slept through his alarm.

After what felt like an eternity, Akaashi was finally able to cross the street and enter the café. Surprise, surprise, sighed Akaashi. It's crowded. Nevertheless, he clutched the bag he was carrying and headed to the counter to order his usual. 

"One large Caffè Latte please," Akaashi said to the barista.

"Sounds good, one large Caffè Latte," the barista repeated. "That'll be four dollars please."

As Akaashi handed the barista his money, he heard an unfamiliar voice. 

"Interesting choice, although I'm more of an Iced Green Tea guy myself."

Akaashi turned around and suddenly a man around his age was standing next to him. He had black and grey spiky hair with white tips. His golden eyes glistened as the light from above them hit his face. 

"Well it's a good thing it's my order and my drink," Akaashi replied nonchalantly.

When the barista handed him his receipt and he proceeded to walk away, Akaashi could've sworn that the man he spoke to earlier ordered a Caffè Latte from the barista as well. 

He's certainly a character, Akaashi thought to himself, then shook his head. It's his money, he can waste it on whatever he wants with it, even if that includes getting some random drink because some stranger was getting it too. 

Akaashi leaned on a nearby wall while he waited for the barista to make his drink. He got out his phone and started scrolling through the News app to catch up on whatever he missed to pass the time.

You won't believe what the secret ingredient is in this Power Curry!

Weather Update: The Best Time to go to the Beach

This new starting lineup filled to the brim with rising stars!

Water Warriors season three is here! Is it a Hit or a Miss?

"Akaashi!" the barista called from the counter.

"Thank you," Akaashi said, grabbing his drink. 

Now, Akaashi attempted to scan the room for an empty chair so he could work. Nope. Nothing.

Wait!

Akaashi quickly spotted an empty seat at a table in the corner of the room, right next to the front window of the café. The table had room for only two chairs, and from what he could see, someone was already occupying one of them. It would be a little cramped, but Akaashi was desperate. He needed to finish his narrative. It certainly wasn't unusual to share a table with a complete stranger, Akaashi had done it all the time in the library during finals week. 

"Excuse me," Akaashi began. "Do you mind if I sit here-"

"Mr. Caffè Latte!"

It wasn't until then that Akaashi saw the other customer occupying the other seat at the table. Life can be so cruel, Akaashi thought to himself.  It was the stranger who ordered the same drink as him. 

"You know I have to say," the stranger said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I don't know why you get this. It tastes so bitter."

"Then why did you order it?" Akaashi asked, annoyed.

"Because I was curious," the stranger said. "You see, I’ve always wanted to try coffee! You look like a smart person, with your glasses and everything. I figured smart people get good coffee orders."

"But unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case this time." the stranger continued, shaking his head. "It tastes so bitter."

"Yeah whatever, I didn't come here to be judged for my taste in coffee," Akaashi said. "I came here to ask you if I could sit here in that empty chair at this table."

"Of course!" the stranger exclaimed. The stranger was practically beaming with joy, as if he had been waiting for someone to take the empty seat across from him. 

"Thank you," Akaashi mumbled, and sat down, placing his coffee on the table. He zipped open the bag he had brought in and grabbed his laptop from inside. Akaashi put the laptop on the table, turned it on, and pulled up the Word Doc he was working on earlier with his narrative on it. He scanned through and edited what he had so far: 

Akihiko lived a quiet life. He was the owner of a small bakery at the edge of town, away from the demons. He had no desire to fight them like the other guys in his class did. Running this bakery gave him the means to get everything he wanted: food on his plate, clothes to wear on his back, a roof to sleep under. He was safe. He was happy. Or so he thought.

Once in a while, Akihiko would find himself daydreaming about the life he could’ve lived if he joined the Warriors. Cutting the demons down one by one, telling stories around the fire with his fellow soldiers about the battles they had fought that day. It seemed fun to him. Better than the boring, monotonous life he was living now. Alas, Akihiko shook his head. There’s no fun in being a demon slaying hero if you are dead, he sighed. 

“Whatcha working on?” the stranger asked, a quizzical expression forming on his face.

Akaashi looked up from his screen. “Why do you care? It’s none of your business,” he said.

“Because you looked confused while staring at your laptop,” the stranger said. He smiled. “I thought maybe, if what you are working on is in my area of expertise, I could help.”

Akaashi narrowed his eyes. “I did not look ‘confused’ while staring at my laptop.”

“Even so,” the stranger retorted. “I want to help! You know what they say, two heads are better than one.”

Akaashi sighed, figuring there was going to be no end to the stranger’s banter if he didn’t give in to what he wanted. “I’m working on a narrative for one of my creative writing classes. I’m struggling with writer’s block right now.”

“Ahh I see,” the stranger said, tapping his chin. “That can be difficult. So, what’s happening right now in the story?”

Akaashi eyed the stranger. Why is he so interested in this? Nevertheless, Akaashi continued. “The protagonist is this guy who lives in a village. He lives a quiet, normal life, but at the same time he craves adventure. But he still appreciates the safety and security of his current living conditions. I’m trying to figure out how to get the protagonist to go on this quest I have planned out for him, without making his decision to go on the quest seem out of character.”

The stranger ran his hand through his spiky hair. “Hmmm… Why don’t you just force him?”

Akaashi eyes widened, dumbfounded. “Uh yeah, that’s sort of the point of me writing this narrative. To force the main character to do things that are out of his element. But the problem is that right now, he wouldn’t choose-”

“So don’t make him choose,” the stranger fired back. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no! Something like that.”

Akaashi adjusted his glasses, considering what the stranger had to say. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no?” Akaashi repeated. “It would take some time for me to think of a good scene for the encounter but… that could work-”

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s what I mean!” the stranger exclaimed. “When your book becomes famous, you better list me as one of your significant contributors: Bokuto Koutarou!”

“I’m not writing a book, it’s just a narrative for my creative writing class.”

“Well when you do decide to write a book, make sure you come to me! I like listening to your stories Mr. Caffè Latte! We could bounce ideas off each other!”

“My name isn’t Mr. Caffè Latte, it’s Akaashi Keiji,” Akaashi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Besides, are you even a Writing student? It would be a waste of your time trying to help me write since you don’t gain anything from it.”

“Well, no, I’m not,” Bokuto mumbled, suddenly looking very somber. “But who said anything about ‘gaining’ something? Listening to your ideas—it sounds fun to me! And if that’s the only thing I ‘gain’ from it, that’s alright with me. But if you ask me, I think that hearing your stories will have more benefits than what meets the eye.”

“You… have a strange taste in hobbies Bokuto-san,” Akaashi replied, now beginning to pack up his belongings. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any work done if he stayed in this café any longer.

“Where are you going Akashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Akaashi,” he corrected. “I’m sorry I must cut this conversation short, but I have to return home. I have some things I must take care of. Thank you for this conversation, Bokuto-san. I’ll be sure to keep your suggestions in mind next time I work on my narrative.”

“Anytime Akaashi!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I’ll see you later!”

Akaashi politely bowed towards Bokuto, and headed towards the exit door of the café. See you later? Why is he acting as though we will see each other again? Akaashi thought to himself. To each other, we are merely strangers. We met in this café by pure coincidence. Just two passerbys in the sea of chance. We will probably never see each other again.

But, if there was one thing Akaashi knew for certain, it’s that Fate deals her cards in the strangest ways. 

As Akaashi left the café, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bokuto take another sip of the Caffè Latte he ordered. Bokuto cringed. “So bitter.” ***

As Akihiko prepared to close up his shop for the night, a man came bursting through the doors of the bakery. His long cloak draped over his body and clothes, his white hair brushed in all sorts of directions, his golden eyes were wide, and his face appeared frightened.

“Please! You have to help me! You have to help me save my sister! She was captured by the demons!”

“I’m so sorry,” Akihiko apologized. “But I do not know how to fight demons. Maybe if we were to report this-”

“No!” the stranger said, forcefully. He pulled out a note from his cloak. “It has to be you!”

Akihiko opened the note. It read:

Brother, you must help me. I’ve been kidnapped by demons. Seek Akihiko, the owner of the bakery at the edge of town. He will be able to help you.

“I… I don’t understand,” Akihiko replied, his words shaking. “I… I don’t know you or you sister!”

“I don’t know why it says that either—but that’s what she wrote. Those were her last words to me!” the stranger exclaimed. “Please, I’m begging you, help me save my sister!”

Akihiko looked at the stranger. “I guess I can’t say no, huh?” ***

Akaashi had to lean on the crosswalk pole for support. With the deadline for his narrative looming in the distance, his sleepless nights increased. His limbs felt like boulders, sometimes if he zoned out too much, it would be difficult to walk. I just need a cup of coffee to wake me up, Akaashi told himself. Then, I’ll be okay. 

When the crosswalk signal indicated that it was safe to cross the street, Akaashi trudged along, itching to get to the café. Luckily, Akaashi was able to wake up on time today, so there would be plenty of seats available. 

He hadn’t been to the café in a couple days (he hated how reliant he was on caffeine in order to become just a functional human being), but Akaashi was getting desperate. He needed to get this paper done. He needed this paper to be good.

As he approached the café, something caught his eye in the corner table next to the front window. Black and grey. Spiky. White tips. Golden eyes. No… It couldn’t be…

Akaashi rubbed his head. He paid no mind to it. He entered the café. 

“Akaashi!” he heard a voice say.

Akaashi turned his head towards the source of the sound. It came from the corner table near the front window. It was…

“Oh, hello Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, bowing politely, hoping to hide his annoyance. 

Bokuto motioned for him to come over to the table where he was sitting. Akaashi begrudgingly followed in order not to be rude. 

“How have you been!” Bokuto exclaimed, as if he and Akaashi were close friends. “How’s the story coming along? I hope you took my advice into consideration!”

“It’s going along fine,” Akaashi said, itching to get away from the conversation as fast as he could. “And your advice was very helpful, thank you.”

Bokuto smiled wide. “That makes me happy to hear!” he said, pleased with himself. “Oh! You must be here to work! Here, put your stuff down on the chair on the other side of this table. You can keep it here while you go get your drink.”

Akaashi shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I have to do a lot of work today. Besides, there are plenty of empty seats available. I don’t want to intrude-”

“Intrude?! Don’t worry about it, you aren’t intruding!” Bokuto said. “I told you, I like listening to your stories, they’re very interesting! And I know you have to work, so I promise I won’t bother you when you need silence. Just give me the word, and I put in some headphones and listen to music or something so it’s quiet when you work. So please, come sit next to me?”

Akaashi sighed. While Akaashi still had a ways to go before his paper was finished, he would feel terrible rejecting Bokuto’s offer to share the table with him. He figured as long as Bokuto respected when he needed silence to work, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. “Okay, fine. Can you do me a favor and watch my stuff for me while I go get my drink?”

“Sounds good to me!” Bokuto exclaimed, smiling again. 

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto smiled a lot. He was practically beaming with plain and pure happiness. It seemed like even the smallest things would fill Bokuto with joy. Akaashi suspected that if Bokuto found a lucky penny on the sidewalk on his way home, he would get so excited, the people around him would think he had just won the lottery. 

Akaashi once again walked up to the counter to order his usual. “Can I get one large Caffè Latte?”

“Of course,” the barista said. “For Akaashi, right?”

He was taken aback. “You… remember my name?”

“Usually, only locals come to this café,” the barista replied. “You get used to remembering names and faces when it’s the same customers that come in every single day.”

“I see,” Akaashi said. “I’m sorry I can’t seem to remember yours.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You’re not the one on the clock anyways,” she reassured. “Here’s your receipt.”

“Thank you,” Akaashi replied, walking away from the counter.

Once Akaashi got his drink, he joined Bokuto again at the table.

“So, so?” Bokuto asked. “How’s the main guy doing in the story? What do you have written so far since the last time you came here? What’s happening right now?”

Akaashi saw no benefit protesting in answering Bokuto’s endless stream of questions. He figured he would just end up answering them in the long run anyways. Akaashi guessed that was the type of guy Bokuto was—the type that just pulls you in. Even if you didn’t care about him. Even if you weren’t interested in him. Even if you didn’t even know him. None of that mattered, once you get pulled into a conversation with him, you just can’t take your eyes away. His overbearing attitude was infectious, and soon enough all you want to do is hear more. You want to understand him. Why did he talk to you? Why is he so interested? Why does he care? Bokuto was an enigma. Once you meet him, all you will do is try and solve the puzzle. 

“Here, I think it would be easier if you just read it for yourself,” Akaashi said, turning his laptop towards Bokuto so he could see the screen. “Don’t worry, I haven’t written much, so it’s not a long read.”

Bokuto’s golden eyes widened, glistening under the light from above. Glistening. They were always glistening. “I get to read it? I’m honored, thank you!” Bokuto smiled. 

“It’s not a big deal,” Akaashi mumbled. 

“What do you mean?” Bokuto asked, curious. “Usually, writers are really protective about who gets to read what they write, especially things that are a work in progress.”

“Yes, I guess so. I think it’s because in my experience writers are usually proud of what they’ve written. They’re afraid that whoever they show it to won’t like what they read,” Akaashi stated. “But that’s not really a problem here. I’m not really proud of this narrative.”

“What?! Why not?!” 

“I mean, I don’t think it’s bad per se. It’s not as good as it could be,” Akaashi clarified. “It’s been really hard to write this narrative that’s all. I force myself to work on and write on this piece everyday because of my deadline coming up. But everything I’ve written in this narrative is just word vomit.”

“Word vomit?” 

Akaashi sighed. “I’ve been having really bad writer’s block these past couple months. Everything I try to write in my free time eventually just falls flat. The only reason why I’m even making progress on this narrative is because it’s required for my class. But even the things I do type out for my narrative, it’s just garbage. If I’m being honest, I have no idea where this story is even going.”

Bokuto frowned in response.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Akaashi apologized. “I guess I’ve just been really frustrated these past couple months and needed to vent. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” Bokuto assured him. “If you need to vent or complain or anything, you can always come to me.”

Akaashi politely smiled. Honestly, the idea of sharing all of his personal problems with a complete stranger terrified him. Yet, with Bokuto, for some reason, it didn’t feel like that. Nevertheless, Akaashi was still hesitant. “Thank you Bokuto-san, I will keep that in mind.”

“Mmhmm! Of course,” Bokuto said. “I’m going to keep reading this now.”

“By all means,” Akaashi replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

Akaashi stayed quiet to let Bokuto finish reading the draft. He glanced around the café, looking at all the customers talking, laughing, drinking their cup of Joe to receive their energy for the day. But somehow, someway, no matter where he looked, his eyes would always fall back onto Bokuto. He had a strong form. He definitely must work out or something. Akaashi could see Bokuto’s chest rise up and down as he breathed. As Bokuto’s eyes scanned the laptop screen (they were glistening, of course), there was this childlike curiosity about them. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul and from one glance at Bokuto’s, Akaashi could tell that he was really interested. There was no lying or manipulation involved—he genuinely wanted to get to know Akaashi. 

But why? Akaashi asked himself. Why are you so interested in me? I’m nothing special. His eyes landed on Bokuto once more. Akaashi couldn’t place it, but there was something different about him. He stood out, that’s for sure. How could he not? His grey and black hair spread in all directions, it resembled how an owl’s feathers would be spread. He was loud, boisterous. All eyes would turn to him whenever he would walk into a room—that’s just the type of guy he was. No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to look away. If anything it should be the other way around: it should be Akaashi that’s interested in Bokuto. Because if there was one that Akaashi knew, for better or for worse, Bokuto was something special.

“Akaashi?”

“Oh? What?” 

“I finished reading your draft,” Bokuto explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” Akaashi apologized. 

“It’s no problem,” Bokuto said. “I really like it! You're such a good writer Akaashi! You must be really hard on yourself if you think this is bad.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Akaashi said. “But when you’re a Creative Writing major, the professors expect you to be good at writing, so there’s a lot of pressure added whenever a large paper is due.”

“Oh, I see, that must be really difficult,” Bokuto said.

“Yeah, and to top it all off, I have no idea where this story is even going,” Akaashi huffed. “I’ve been in this writer’s block slump for so long, I forgot what it’s like to get a really good idea, you know?”

“Hmm I think I sort of understand,” Bokuto responded, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I have class in the morning, but I should be free in the afternoon,” Akaashi replied, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

Bokuto smiled. “I’m going to get you out of your writer’s block!”

Akaashi eyed him suspiciously. “I’ve tried many things to help me get out of my slump—exercise, meditation, more sleep, you name it. No offense, but how do you think you are going to get me out of my writer’s block?”

“Hey, hey, hey! At least let me try!” Bokuto protested. “After all, the last time I gave you advice, it ended up working out for the better, right?”

Akaashi couldn’t help but admit he was right. “Okay fine, what did you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow, meet me at Koi Park at four o’clock p.m. There should be some benches near the information building of the park, let’s meet there.”

“How is this supposed to help me get out of my slump?”

Bokuto gave a more mischievous smile this time. “You’ll see.”

Akaashi tried to ask more questions, but Bokuto wouldn’t give. What am I doing? Akaashi scolded himself. He should be studying, working on his projects, attending office hours for his professors—not getting stringed along by some stranger’s convoluted plot to help him even though he barely knew who he was. But that was the power of Bokuto: he pulls you in, he makes you listen. He attracts you with his bright eyes and beaming smile. He’ll reel you into his light and before you know it…

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

…you’re blind.  ***

“You were having a long conversation with that customer, Kaori.”

“Are you insinuating something, Yukie?”

“No, no, not at all,” Yukie replied, acting innocent. “But, I mean, do you think he’s cute? I mean I don’t blame you. You got the glasses, the hair, the eyes, the glasses…”

“What?! Akaashi? No!” Kaori retorted. “You know I’m dating someone already.”

“I know, I know. But for the record, it is not a crime to look,” Yukie stated, filling an endless line of coffees with whipped cream. 

“It’s just,” Kaori began, as she poured more coffee beans in the coffee maker. “I recognize Akaashi. We go to the same university. He’s in one of my classes. But…”

“But what?”

“Whenever I see Akaashi in class, he always looks so sad,” Kaori said. “I felt sorry for him. It looked like he’s been going through something.”

“Oh?” 

“But the past couple times Akaashi has come into the café, he’s sat at that same corner table near the front window,” Kaori observed. “And I noticed, he doesn’t look as sad anymore.” 

“Well good for him then,” Yukie said. “He probably found something, like a new hobby or show, to lift his spirits or distract him from whatever’s going on.”

Kaori glanced over at the corner table again and saw Akaashi. He looked exhausted for one. However, he wasn’t wearing that same crinkled, frustrated expression he always wore before when he was in class. He looked like he was almost… beaming.

“Yeah.” ***

Akihiko let the stranger stay the night in his cottage. They would leave the next morning in search for his sister. Meanwhile, Akihiko got to learn more about the stranger.

His name was Bunta. His younger sister, Wakuri, was still a young child, so she just followed him wherever he went. Bunta was a traveling salesman—he and his sister trekked all across Japan to sell their goods to willing buyers. When Akihiko asked why he didn’t just open up a permanent shop, he just shrugged.

“I can’t stay cooped up in one place for too long,” Bunta replied. “Makes me feel like I’m suffocating.”

“But your business would be much more profitable if you had a real shop,” Akihiko suggested. “You would have a lot more loyal customers if-”

“Ehh, don’t really care about making bank,” Bunta said, shrugging again. “As long as I make enough money to keep Wakuri and I well and healthy, I don’t need all of that other fancy stuff. I’m more interested in traveling all over Japan—seeing the world you know?”

“Seeing the world… Huh…”

“What about it?” 

“Oh nothing,” Akihiko replied. “I’ve just never been outside this city before.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Akihiko confirmed. “I’m kind of scared. This little quest of ours will basically be my first trip.”

Bunta gave Akihiko a large grin. “Then allow me to be your guide.”

[passerine-writes]

Symbols - Chapter 45

Warnings: EVERYTHING FROM HERE ON OUT THAT IS CANON IS MANGA BASED, THIS IS YOUR POTENTIAL SPOILER WARNING IF YOU ONLY WATCH IT! Komini. He’s his own warning. Word count: 2690

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I sat on the couch in the hotel, exhausted after the major anxiety spike earlier. Keiji sat on my left and Koutarou used my thighs as pillows. Most of the second and third years were in the common area, the majority of them holding a conversation. Even though Inarizaki was disqualified today, the hotels were paid until the end of the events, so they were staying through to the end of it and simply observing the rest of the matches. There was quite a bit of tension floating around due to Inarizaki's loss, which was understandable. Atsumu seemed to be taking it the hardest, his brother sulking right beside him. Konoha and Sakusa were also sulking due to this but tried their hardest to mask it.

I gave Sakusa a pleading look, knowing that out of anyone, he had the best chance of cheering up the faux blond. He rolled his eyes but moved and stood beside Atsumu. The blond looking up at him with puppy dog eyes while Sakusa sent him a curt nod.

"Hey Osamu, wanna go on a walk?" Konoha asked softly, hands tucked in his pockets. Osamu looked at him with wide eyes but quickly composed himself and nodded, following his soulmate to the door.

Komini poked his head in and awkwardly entered the common area, opting to stand in the corner again.

"Hey Suna, I almost forgot something." I called out to the middle blocker, the quiet boy raising a curious eyebrow at me. I waved him over and showed him the pictures I captured of him with his arms down the sides of his shorts. He glared at me in a nonthreatening way and crossed his arms.

"Delete it." I locked my phone and placed it by Kou.

"Never. Just be happy I'm not sending it in the group chat." I pushed back, knowing it was in good fun.

"I'm watching you, Kaara." He stated casually.

"That sounded a lot creepier than I think you intended." I told him, trying to stifle my laughter. He simply shrugged and returned to the chair he was sitting in. Komini just watched the whole interaction. It made me slightly uncomfortable, however Keiji decided to distract me by playing with my hair, the braids forgone after my shower earlier. I hummed in content and relaxed further into his body. I forced my eyes open so I wouldn't fall asleep and saw that Komini was still staring. I raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to say something but was met with him nodding his head towards the hall. I sighed loudly and stood up, gently moving Kou's head to Keiji's lap. "What?" I asked him softly, still completely drained after earlier. The two of us stood around the corner, still in sight of two of my soulmates.

"What happened earlier?" He asked, clearly trying to reign in his attitude.

"I had a panic attack and it made me throw up, it happens sometimes. What about it?" He sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly giving it his all not to be a jerk.

"I meant, why did you have a panic attack over a dumb text? Seems weird." He gritted out, his nice guy act finally gone.

"Just more things you don't know and I don't feel like sharing. To put it into perspective, it would be the same thing if your soulmates mom decided to text your moms ex because she knew him and was still buddy buddy with him." He glared at the ground before directing the look to me.

"How the fuck do you know about that?" He took a step forward and I instinctively took one back but met the wall. My anxiety skyrocketed. I froze and held my breath, my body refusing to move or say anything.

In a matter of seconds, Komori was pushing Komini away while Keiji and Koutarou made a human barrier between us. My eyes darted around nervously, my hands clenched into fists by my sides.

"Kaara, look at us. Okay? You're safe. You're safe here." Keiji said softly. I took a shaking breath and nodded, trying to steady my remaining nerves. "It's okay." I tugged my lower lip between my teeth and wrapped my arms tightly around the two of them. "Do you wanna go upstairs? Or do you want to go back to the common area?" He asked gently, patiently waiting for my response. I mumbled a small 'upstairs' and followed the two up the stairs. "Is it okay if we call Kenma and Tetsurou? They texted the group chat asking if you were alright." My stomach twisted itself with guilt, feeling horrible for worrying everyone. "Hey," Keiji mumbled, slowly bringing his hand up to cup my cheek, angling my face up to look at him, "there's no need for any of that. We like knowing how you're feeling, even if it isn't always a nice feeling. Is it okay if we call them? If not, it's alright, we can always text them."

"I'm okay with calling them." I mumbled, frustrated with myself for how I reacted earlier. I'm stronger then that, I shouldn't have frozen. Koutarou placed a gentle kiss on my temple and wrapped a sturdy arm around my waist.

"Hey, is our little atom okay?" I heard Tetsurou ask through the phone, Keiji putting it on speaker.

"You're on speaker, Tets." The setter stated softly, sitting beside me on the bed.

"Hey, baby, are you okay?" I took in a shaky breath, still trying to find my voice.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you guys." I said meekly.

"Don't apologize, love." Kenma chimed in. "Do you wanna talk about what happened?" I licked my lips nervously, moving to pick at my fingers until Keiji stopped me by slipping his hand in between my own.

"Uh, Komini wanted to talk so we stepped off to the side. He wanted to know what happened earlier and I explained it briefly, he asked me why I had a panic attack over a dumb text so I compared it to if his soulmates mom decided to text his moms ex boyfriend who was horrible and he got upset and asked me how the fuck I knew about him. He stepped forward and when I backed up I hit the wall and I just froze." I stated blandly, silently disappointed in myself.

"Komori ended up pushing Komini away and Koutarou and I went to Kaara." Keiji finished for me.

"There's nothing wrong with freezing up, sometimes I freeze up when I get really anxious." Koutarou said, trying to help as best as he could.

"I'm just, I'm mad at myself for freezing. I taught myself when not to growing up but I still do sometimes." Keiji looked at the ground intensely, clearly upset that I had to teach myself not to freeze for certain situations.

"It happens sometimes, it might be happening more because you're not in the same environment. There isn't a constant need to protect yourself physically anymore." Tetsurou explained calmly, knowing it was a difficult subject for me to talk about.

"I guess that makes sense.." I mumbled, content to have even a potential answer. "I'm sorry." I whispered, leaning my head on the oldests shoulder.

"What're you apologizing for?" Kenma asked.

"We're all in a relationship now, and right after I confess and join the relationship, I'm already causing issues." I explained, my voice strained.

"You haven't caused any problems, little atom." Tetsurou said gently. I shook my head lightly in minor protest but he kept speaking. "People in your life have been causing problems and have been stressing you out. You didn't ask for that." I sniffled and nodded, melting a little more into Koutarou's warm body. "Do you wanna talk about anything else that happened today?" I knew he was asking about what happened with Kenma's parents so I obliged. I slowly explained a majority that happened earlier with the setter's parents. The four looked pissed and I could feel it flowing through our bond. "We're not mad at you, pretty." I relaxed hearing that, Koutarou's hand coming up to run through my hair. "Feeling better?" I nodded again and took a shaky breath.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled again. "I'm trying not to, but I still feel bad."

"You're trying and that's what counts." Keiji reassured me softly, leaning over to place a kiss on my temple.

"I wish we could come over and help more." Tets said softly, the man pouting on the other end of the electronic.

"It's okay, Tetsurou. It's not your fault." I said softly, watching as a coy smirk came on his face that made me roll my eyes. "Okay, you proved your point."

"Well, I'm sorry about my parents. They shouldn't have commented on anything and my mom shouldn't have texted yours." Kenma said gently while pulling some of his hair back in a low pony tail.

"It's okay, Ken Ken." I whispered, running a hand through my waves with disgust. "Keiji? Can you braid my hair again, please?" I asked him softly, starting to feel myself reach a new point of crashing.

"What did his mom say to you, pretty?" I tugged on my lower lip and tried to work up the courage to say it, knowing I would just be disappointing them again.

"She said I could use some work on my midsection and thighs." I sighed, already feeling guilty about all of their frustrations building up, but I bit my tongue despite what I wanted to say.

"Let it out, love." Kenma told me and it seemed that just let the flood gates snap.

"I don't understand what the hell she's seeing. Yeah, I've gained weight, so what? I am still healthy and then she's going to try and blame it on me quitting volleyball? Bullshit. If she's so close with my mother then she should know it's because I'm no longer only eating portions meant for an elementary schooler. Not my fault that I had to live with a fucking control freak for years who had a conniption fit if I gained a few pounds." Everyone stared at me in disbelief while I just deflated. "Sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice with any of you or misdirect my anger."

"You little firecracker, we know you weren't taking it out on us. You were just finally letting it out." I sighed, thankful for Tetsurou knowing exactly what I meant with my tangent. "And she had no right to comment on your body, plus she has no idea what she's talking about, your stomach and thighs are to die for." I blushed and rolled my eyes since I couldn't move my head while Keiji braided it.

"No, he's right. I want to take a nap on your thigh pillows after the tournaments are over." Kenma told me point blank.

"Fine, you can take a nap on them after nationals." He smiled lightly at the confirmation.

"Feeling better, cutie?" Koutarou asked me before placing a swift kiss on my cheek.

"A little." I whispered, giving him a tender smile. In turn, he gave me a bright, wide smile, easily making me smile a little more.

I sat there while the boys talked, basking in their presence. My hair was soon braided, Kenma and Tetsurou went to bed, and soon, Keiji, Kou and I did the same. I laid between Koutarou and Keiji, curling into the latter's chest while Koutarou spooned me. Sleep came quickly and all consuming, so much so, it was difficult to wake up in the morning.

I managed to drag myself out of bed, Koutarou jokingly pulling me off the mattress before him and Keiji got changed. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and said he would see me downstairs. I rifled through my bag and found a pair of thermal leggings and a cropped tank top with a small sweetheart neckline that went down just far enough to show the top of Koutarou’s owl while displaying most of Keiji’s books. But I couldn’t find anything to layer it with. On a whim, I wrapped my arms around my stomach and went downstairs in search of two of my boyfriends. Kou stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me, Keiji simply smirking softly.

“Damn, Kaara. Lookin’ good.” Atsumu said as he came around behind me, making me roll my eyes.

“Shut up, Atsumu.” Osamu said as he walked in after. I quickly walked up to my boyfriends, Koutarou’s eyes glued to my chest. More specifically, the small bit of an owl peaking out.

“Do either of you have a flannel I can borrow?” I asked softly in a hushed voice.

“I have one in my bag, do you want me to grab it for you or will you be able to find it?” Keiji asked calmly before sipping on his tea.

“I should be able to find it, thank you.” I said quickly, giving each of them a kiss on the cheek before rushing back upstairs.

It didn’t take me long to find the flannel Keiji was talking about, a classic red and black one that paired nicely with my slightly off white tank top. I put in all of my earrings, tamed a few of my fly aways and went back downstairs, Koutarou instantly coming to my side, picking me up and spinning me around, effectively making me laugh while I clung onto his shoulders.

“Good morning.” I said through a few subsiding laughs once he set me down.

“Good morning!” He replied cheerfully, a bright smile on his face. Keiji came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me back to his chest a little.

“Good morning.” I said to the raven haired boy, leaning my head back slightly to look at him.

“Good morning, little opus.” He said in a gravelly voice, lips brushing against the shell of my ear and sending chills down my spine. “I made you coffee, thought you might want a pick me up.”

“You both are amazing, thank you.” I said, happily making my way to my coffee and taking a sip, humming in delight at its perfection. “So who are you playing today?”

“We’re playing Matsuyama, Tets and Ken are playing Karasuno.” Keiji informed. 

“I’ll try and get a good spot between your courts again so I can watch all of you play.” I told them contently.

“We’ll sit with you, I wanna watch shrimpy play.” Atsumu chimed in while munching on his breakfast.

“Okay, I’ll find you guys when we get off the busses.” I told them, happily drinking my coffee.

Tetsurou stopped in his tracks before rushing over and scooping me up. Kenma dragged his feet behind him, clearly still exhausted after yesterday, so much so, his mask wasn’t even properly on his face. I gave Tetsurou a peck on the lips before moving to Kenma and giving him a tight hug.

“You look pretty, button.” He mumbled into my ear, relaxing a little in my hold.

“Thank you, love.” I whispered back to him, just loud enough for him to hear over the crowd in the stadium.

“We have to go warm up.” He told me, the others chiming in saying the same thing.

“Okay, I’m gonna go find a seat with the boys from Inarizaki.” I said, giving each of them a hug and kiss before finding Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Aran and Kita.

“Ready to go find a spot, shorty?” Atsumu asked once I walked over, gesturing for me to lead the way. Full of excitement, I made my way through the crowd, the five following me closely as I rushed to the stairs.

“Kaara?” I heard someone ask, a voice all too familiar sending chills down my spine and tumbling in my stomach once I came face to face with what felt like a mirror.

“Mom?”

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

Bokuto sweetheart I love you so much🩶🩶🩶

I'm gonna cry this is so beautiful😭 Matching tattoos is one of my favorite soulmate AUs. And making their's be wings? Perfection.

Bokuto Koutarou soulmate!au

Where your soulmate has the same tattoo as you

A/N: i have been drowing in soulmate!au’s lately and well…yeah this cheese-fest happened. its 1:17am and this was my reward for finishing studying for 2 exams tomorrow also, im obsessed

You were unsure about the whole soulmate thing when your mother had finally explained to you what the dark ink on your back meant. You’d seen and heard of plenty of people who lived happily ever after with theirs but there were just as many unhappy endings or even people who never found their ‘other half’. Most people purposefully left their tattoo visible, in hopes to allow their match to catch a glimpse of it. Others were considered unlucky if it was somewhere difficult to show off. One thing you were sure about, however, was that your soulmate tattoo was something that you’ve never particularly flaunted. Not on purpose anyways.

It was the biggest soulmate tattoo you’d ever seen, on anyone, and to make matters worse; it spanned almost the entirety of the skin on your back. A place people rarely left bare. The only time you ever caught your eyes wandering looking for the mate was at the beach, which you rarely visited. Some part of you even avoided it so you didn’t have to experience the embarrassment that accompanied leaving you own back bare for people to gawk at.

You wanted to find him—really, you did. Yet you kept it covered on yourself. It would have been easy to wear open-backed clothing to let it show but…the tattoo dwarfed you. People rudely stared, whispered; either sneers of “How has she not found him yet with that thing to look for??” or comments of pity that your body was tarnished by something so massive.

Other people might think that but not you. You didn’t hide it because you didn’t like it, you hid it because people couldn’t keep their opinions about it to themselves. You admired it in the mirror after you would shower; not only was it the biggest one you’d ever seen, but also one of the most intricate.

Two folded wings protruding from your shoulder blades, the tips of them ending just below your waistline; the feathers looking like you could pluck any one of them right off you. You really did love the wings on your back—at your lowest moments you would stand in the mirror and stare at them; they made you feel like you could take off and leave whatever was bothering you behind. You would love this tattoo even if you ended up not loving whoever shared them with you, or never found them.

So, how was it that in the three years of being the Fukurodani Boys Volleyball Club’s manager you’d never stumbled upon any of the members without a shirt on before today? Sure, it was a hotter than normal day, nothing too extreme though—but out of the blue half the team was shirtless when you returned after filling the water bottles halfway through practice.

The sound of the water bottles all clattering to the floor resonated through the gym as your eyes flocked to the unmistakable tattoo adorning Bokuto’s back.

Wings. Beautiful and intricate wings. The matching pair to your own. Except his looked magnificent as he jumped to spike, shifting along with his muscles—like they could unfurl to their full glory at any minute.

For three years he had been right in front of you. The easily excited, wonderful, and kind Ace that in any situation could make you smile. You joined the same year he did and have watched him become one of the top 5 Ace’s in the country. How…how had you never seen his tattoo before? Your brain was having difficulty processing the amount of information and emotions flooding you in the time it took for him to land from his spike.

Practice came to a halt and all eyes turned to you—worried expressions strewn across the boys faces. You couldn’t figure out why until you remember you dropped all of the water bottles on the floor and hadn’t made any movement to start picking them up; body frozen in shock from what you’ve just discovered. They rush to you, offering to help and picking up ones that have rolled away.

You become a stuttering mess. “I’m okay! It’s fine! You guys just go back to practice; I’m fine—really. Sorry I interrupted,” your protesting becomes more intense the closer Bokuto gets to you. You can barely look at him, much less the tattoo on his back, too afraid you’ll be painfully obvious about why you’d dropped the bottles in the first place.

“It’s not like you to drop things, (Y/N),” Akaashi points out. You fight the urge to glare at him. Does he really need to employ his keen observation skills right now?

Bokuto steps closer and you instinctively take a step back from him; a reaction he definitely notices and is confused by. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look a little flushed. Do you need to sit down?” Your cheeks were stained a light hue of pink which he blamed on the fact it was a thousand degrees outside and you were still wearing your team jacket. It didn’t even cross his mind that it was a blush that was about to explode into a crimson color if he got any closer to you.

You threw up your hands, hoping for some barrier between you and him. “I’m fine, I promise! Please—please continue practice.”

Thankfully, they return to running their drills and you’re able to gather your thoughts and calm down a bit. Once practice is over, you muster some semblance of acting normal and hand them towels to wipe off with. Your gaze constantly drifting to stare at Bokuto’s back, wondering how you were ever going to reveal to him that you have the mate to his tattoo.

You briefly feared what he would think when he found out. Would he be disappointed it was you? In the three years you’d known each other, you hadn’t gotten the slightest inkling he’d ever looked at you as more than a friend. Would he be unable to see you any differently? But, your logic caught up to you. This was Bokuto you were talking about. What was the point in waiting any longer?

“That’s quite the soulmate tattoo, Bo. I can’t believe I haven’t seen it before,” you say nonchalantly. It wasn’t weird to talk about it, especially since he was clearly comfortable having it be in plain sight.

He was used to comments like that. All his life this tattoo had been a statement, but he loved it nonetheless. He twisted excitedly to try and see it, a beaming smile across his face. “It’s cool isn’t it?? Sometimes I wish I could play shirtless in games just to show it off!”

You chuckle. You wish you felt the same about the matching pair of wings hiding beneath your clothes.

“You know…” he stared off absentmindedly. “I bet my soulmates wings look beautiful on them.” He thought about it more often than he’d like to admit. Your heart almost burst at those words, holding back tears of joy threatening to start welling in your eyes. There had been days you’d hated the wings on your back.

“What’s your soulmate tattoo?” He asked so casually you were at a loss for words for a moment. That wasn’t really something people asked each other, especially if someone’s wasn’t easily visible. “We all know each other’s,” he said gesturing to the team.

Well, of course you do Bo. You change in the club room together.

“And we’ve wondered what yours is,” he said. He wasn’t shy to admit they’d thought about it! Particularly since none of them had ever caught on glimpse of yours. It ruled those of them that had visible ones out immediately; Akaashi’s was on his upper forearm, Saru’s on his calf. Bokuto had always wondered if your back had wings like his did, as he wondered with everyone.

“Bokuto!” Komi exclaims embarrassed at Bokuto’s total outing of the entire team.

A full-blown blush flourishes across your face at his statement. They had discussed what yours could be? Did that mean any of them hoped it was the same as theirs? Did he?

You don’t know how to reply to him. How do you just drop this information on someone? Especially when the rest of the team is doing nothing to hide the fact they are completely eavesdropping. “Oh…um…” You stumble for words, trying to muster the courage to say anything. He just stared at you, golden eyes pinning you where you stood. His earnest gaze spurred you to steel your resolve—when else would you tell him?

“Oh, what the hell,” you breathed. His eye brows furrowed as you turned your back to him, the sound of the zipper of your jacket filling the silence that had fallen on the room. It must have been fate, to find him today since you’d boldly decided to wear only a sports bra under your jacket, so when you slipped it from your shoulders and let it hang on your elbows, he could see the design on your back. It might be covered by some strips of fabric, but he would recognize those wings anywhere.

You quickly shrugged the jacket back on and he almost protested. He wanted to stare at them for hours, trace his fingers along the lines, tell you just how much he’d thought about the matching pair of wings somewhere out in the world; until he fully processed you were standing in front of him—that you had been for three years.

He looked as if his brain had shut off, just blankly staring at you as you turned around to face him. You leaned closer to his face and waved a hand lightly, “Bo…?” This was not exactly what you were expecting. Not from him at least.

He blinked, realizing you were much closer to him than you were before. The gears started turning again and his arms reached out to gather you against his chest—completely forgetting he wasn’t wearing a shirt. “I was right,” he said.

“What?”

“They look beautiful on you.”

[amateurasterism]

your parents always thought you would end up with a nice partner and an easy life in the city, so when he shows up at their door, the tie you forced him to wear a little crooked and his shirt slightly unbuttoned and untucked, silver earring glinting in the entryway light, and a shit-eating grin that suggests anything but innocence, they aren’t sure what to think of him. but then they look at the way he’s looking at you, his cheeks flushed pink and eyes shining as they soak in your proud smile, fingers laced together causing your matching rings to clink. and suddenly they’re sure that this boy is rightfully, unconditionally, and wholeheartedly yours. there would be no other people, no more nights wondering if their child would find someone who would fill the gaps in their heart. you have finally found your soulmate.

GOJO SATORU, ryouta kise, bachira meguru, ryusei shidou, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, BOKUTO KOTARO, edogawa ranpo, DAZAI OSAMU, jean kirschten, CONNIE SPRINGER, eren yeager

[wttcsms]

saying let's get married;

domestic and sweet moments during the first year of newly-wed life (f!reader) <3

KUROO — "my wife" this and "my wife" that to the point where all his friends and coworkers are groaning and saying we get it, man! you're married now! his dorky nonfiction books taking up all the space on the nightstand. helping him tame his bed hair when he wakes up and is trying to get ready for work. created a powerpoint presentation where he told you he was going to give you the most epic promotion of a lifetime (the powerpoint was themed to mimic an HR presentation describing new employee benefits and perks, along with what the new position would consist of; the final slide asked "do you accept the position of being tetsurou kuroo's wife? limited time bonus offer includes a diamond ring!")

OSAMU — doesn't know how to fold your clothes properly (it's not weaponized incompetence, he just doesn't understand why your tops have these many strings and components to them). tries out all his new recipes with you as his taste-testing guinea pigs. during your wedding reception, atsumu asked you who was cuter: him or osamu. on your off days from your job, you go to onigiri miya and help him close down the shop. blowing bubbles at him from the soap that foams up when you're washing the dishes. him knowing where you're most ticklish and using it against you every time he asks you for a minor favor.

BOKUTO — asks you about kid names before he even pops the question. wants you to quiz him on your family tree because he so badly wants to impress them when he's meeting them (he then asks for a quiz on your extended family once the wedding date is scheduled). gets excited when he sees those corny tiktoks that claim "these initials are soulmates" and he sees yours and his initials paired together; he'll send you those tiktoks and go "babe, look!!! i told u we were meant to be!!" brings you up any time he can, whether it's in regular conversation with friends, small talk with a cashier, a meet n greet with a fan, or a post-game interview. loves to do push-ups with you on his back.

OIKAWA — makes a vision board at the beginning of the year, except the main image is a horribly photoshopped picture of your head pasted on some stock photo of a bride. he was showing you something on his phone, and the notification from his jeweler announcing that your engagement ring was ready for pick up popped up and he nearly dropped his phone while trying to hurriedly swipe away the notification whilst shielding his screen from you. gets all pouty and wants to be the little spoon; will also start asking you "baaaabe, would you still love me if i was a worm?" saw you in the stands booing his opposing team, and whistled, exclaiming "that's my girl!" panics when he sees strands of his hair on the bathroom floor; proceeds to ask you if you'll still be with him even if he becomes bald. then asks if you'll pay for his hair transplant (as a joke; you never use your card when you're with him).

[lemurzsquad]

Grinning giggling kicking my feet, omg this is literally the sweetest thing, I'm so down bad for this man-

Soulmated To Sunshine Eyes

Haikyuu soulmate!au

Bokuto x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, lil angsty

Sum: One of your childhood best friends, Tetsuro Kuroo, begs you to be Nekomas team manager just in time for the summer training camp, you agreed not knowing who you'd find there

When you turn 17 a tattoo representing your soul mate appears. When they are near(2 mile radius)it tingles but both people have to have them first. It stops when you kiss.

A/n: this has been sitting in my wips for a year and I promised myself I'd get this done in time for my loves birthday and I finished with an hour and a half to spare (shout out to pressurized procrastination). Anyways happy birthday to my favorite beefy owl 😚

"Y/nnnnn! C'mon it'll be fun! You come to all the games anyway and you're good at hyping up the team, even Kenma, and giving advice. And I've seen the statistics notebook you keep. Please, please, please!" Tetsuro begged.

You laughed and rolled your eyes at your best friend.  For a few weeks now, well more so since Kenma joined, he'd been trying to get you to be the Nekoma volleyball manager. And honestly he was starting to make a good argument. "If I say yes will you quit bugging me?" You joked as you lightly punched his shoulder.

"Yes ma'am!" He smiled.

"Fine then. You're lucky I love you and Kens." You laughed.

"Oh. By the way we have a week long training camp in a week." He grinned.

"What." That little shit, he KNOWS your 17th birthday is in a couple weeks. The same week as the training camp apparently. Maybe this was his way of trying to cheer you up... You let out a sigh.

He shoved some papers into your hands, hyena laughing before running for his life, "Here's the permission slip! Bye!"

"Tetsuro, I swear I'm gonna kick your ass next time I see you!" You yelled a half empty threat after him. After letting out a sigh you realized at least you'd be with your two best friends when you got your soul mate tattoo. You'd been watching Tetsuro and Kenma play for years. You let out a small smile, you really did love volleyball even though you weren't really good enough to be on a team but played well enough to practice with Tetsu when Kenma refused. Which was more often than not. So maybe being apart of the team as a manager would be fun.

And that was how you got where you are now, in one of the gyms at Shinzen high school. You were a little nervous about being the manager but the team made you feel welcome. Even Coach Nekomata seemed to like you. Probably because you didn't have a problem putting the boys in their place when they needed it. You weren't what he was expecting. This training camp gave you the chance to find your footing before a real game. And you were having a blast. It was the second to last day and you'd found a nice rhythm. You were writing down some stats and advice on the game the team just won when you heard a boisterous voice from the court next to yours. "Oh yeah! Nice one Akaashi!" You looked to see the Fukurodani captian praising his setter. If you remembered correctly his name was Bokuto Kotaro and he was one of the top 5 aces in the country. Who were you kidding, of course you remembered, you were borderline obsessed with picking out talented players and learning as much as you could about them. He wore his emotions on his sleeve and seemed like an amazing person in general. The kind of person people gravitate towards. And to be honest he wasn't bad looking either. "He's a great player isn't he?" Tetsuro said. You nearly jumped out of your skin.

You smacked his chest, your cheeks warm from getting caught staring. "God Tetsu clear your throat or something. You almost gave me a heart attack." Scowling at him you grabbed his water bottle and took a drink. "Yeah, he's pretty powerful but he also has a great setter to back him up and can read his moods too."

"Mmhm." He leaned in closer, taking in your reddened face. His eyes twinkled with knowing and mischief. "You think he's hot don't ya."

"What? No! Shut up!" You screeched, a little too loud. Loud enough to have number 4 look your way and give you a bright smile,  his eyes crinkled almost shut. You blushed, how could you not smile back at the sweet owl, so you returned an embarrassed small one. You turned glaring at your best friend as you shoved your notebook into Tetsuro's hands. Back at normal volume, more flustered than mad, "Fuck off Tetsu. What you need to work on is written in there. I need to go refill water bottles."

"Hey, later come by gym 3. Lev, I and a few other guys are having a 3 vs 3." He chuckled.

"Maybe, maybe not." You grumbled.

"Please Y/n, we could use your eyes." Tetsuro teased.

"Fine. But only cause I'm an awesome manager and you're hopeless without me." You mocked back before leaving to do your managerial duties.

"You know you shouldn't tease Y/n like that Tetsuro. Not with her 17th birthday tomorrow." Kenma said quietly as he came up next to him.

"Why? She knows I'm just kidding around." Kuroo told his boyfriend.

"Because she can still kick your ass if she feels like it." Kenma smirked before taking a drink of water.

"True but nah, she loves me too much." Kuroo couldn't wait for the little surprise he had for you later in gym 3....only a little afraid of what you might do to him. He was planning on asking you anyway but this development made things...interesting.

Bokuto had seen you around the training camp all week. Usually you were with Kuroo and Kenma. But this was the first time he'd heard you speak. He wondered what you were shouting at Kuroo about. He looked over giving you his biggest smile hoping it might brighten your mood, if just a little. In return you gave a soft but pretty one before shoving a notebook into Kuroo's hands and briskly walking away. "Hey, hey 'Kaashi, do you know who that is?" He nodded in your direction, you were gathering water bottles.

"The Nekoma manager I assume." Akaashi said disinterested.

Bokuto's cheeks rosied, "I know that! I meant do you know her name?"

"Huh uh." Akaashi smirked catching the color in Bokuto's face. "But earlier Kuroo mentioned he'd try and get their manager to come to the 3 vs 3. Something about 'she has a good eye', I don't know. So maybe you'll meet her tonight." That small smile you gave Bokuto lit up his eyes more than usual. It didn't take long for Akaashi to surmise that his best friend had a crush.

Your duties were done for the day and you decided to go run some laps around the track before heading to gym 3. You thought it might help to get rid of some nervous energy you had about tomorrow. In a few short hours you would have your soulmate tattoo. You didn't know why you were anxious about it, it's not like it mattered. It was bullshit, it wouldn't change anything. You shook your head changing your clothes. It was still pretty warm out so you'd changed into just a sports bra and leggings. Putting your ear buds in you cranked your favorite playlist and started running.

You didn't know how long you ran for but the sky was darker now and your leg muscles were twitching. You also weren't as anxious about tomorrow. Smiling you headed to gym 3 to go watch the game, wondering who the other 4 players were. Your mouth dropped open when you saw who Lev and Tetsuro were playing with. Two from Karasuno and two from Fukurodani. One of which was the ace you had been caught staring at. Briefly you wondered if Kenma would forgive you or help you murder Tetsu.

They were on their second set and you didn't want to interrupt anyone's momentum. You stayed in the doorway silently watching until there was a break in the play. "Oya?!" You shouted to get your best friends attention.

"Oya oya! Y/n, you made it! Bout time!" Kuroo yelled back before walking towards you. Everyone's head swiveled in your direction.

"Oya oya oya!" Bokuto added almost reflexively with a smile to yours and Kuroo's greeting followed by what looked like a scolding from his team mate.

You chuckled quietly to yourself before addressing Testu. "Yeah, I was just running some laps." Your eyes narrowed at him, letting him know he was in for it later for not specifying who he was practicing with.

"Nervous about tomorrow are we?" Tetsuro quietly asked you, for no one else to hear. He handed you a water, concern in his eyes. He may be a goofball and push your buttons but he's always been there when you needed him. Who knew the rooster-haired boy was such a mother hen at heart.

Blowing out a breath, "I'm fine Tets, thank you though." You gulped some water down as Tetsuro ushered you towards the other players. Not quite believing your words.

"Guys, this is Y/n L/n, the new Nekoma manager." Kuroo introduced you, slinging an arm around your shoulder.

Karasuno's number 10 walked over to you holding his hand out, " Hi! I'm Sho—."

You interrupted him, eyes sparkling and grabbed his hand to shake. Your volleyball geekiness was about to show. "You're Hinata Shoyo , Karasuno's Trojan whirlwind middle blocker!" Pointing, you named off the others, " Karasuno's Tsukishima Kei, the poker-faced perceptive bean pole middle blocker. Fukurodani's Akaashi Keiji, the analytical and supportive setter vice captian." You bit the inside of your cheek trying to not sound fangirly. "And last but not least, Fukurodani's Bokuto Kotaro, the powerful owl ace captian. Also one of Japans top 5 aces." Your eyes flicked over to Bokuto and lingered. A small shy smile forming on your lips and nervous laugh leaving your mouth. "Sorry, I don't mean to sound like a know it all. I just kinda have a knack for picking out talented and skilled players...and kind of obsessing. Oh and you all can just call me Y/n by the way."

"And boom. That's why Y/n is the best manager ever. Give her 10 minutes of a game and she'll pick out the specialties of a skilled players on any team!" Tetsuro praised.

"And she's nice when she helps me, she's patient unlike Yaku." Lev added.

"Oh, shut up Tetsuro." You blushed. "And you're welcome Lev. I just noticed you get less frustrated and play better when supported that way is all."

"Thanks Y/n! Well I am a pretty awesome player, right 'Kaashi?" Bokuto puffed his chest out. A faint red tint to his cheeks only Kuroo and Akaashi noticed.

Akaashi rolled his eyes, "Shut up Bo. No one likes someone who's full of themselves."

You could have sworn you saw Bokuto's hair deflate along with his happy attitude. You didn't like seeing him down. Before you could think you squeezed his arm comfortingly. "Hey, there is nothing wrong with being confident and believing in yourself." You gave him a wink, "Besides you're too sweet a guy to be an asshole about it."

Bokuto instantly perked up at your words. "You're so kind Y/n! Thanks, Akaashi means well but can be a little  blunt sometimes." Bokuto lifted you up into a hug, your feet leaving the floor.

"Y–you're welcome." Your face felt like it was on fire and sparks were shooting across where your bare skin met his. Gingerly you hugged him back as he twirled you both in a circle. He was so much bigger than you, you felt tiny in his muscle defined arms but oddly enough safe.

When Bokuto set you down Akaashi looked like he was about to scold him again. "Bo...we talked about boundaries."

Bokuto had an embarrassed red tint to his ears but still had his wide infections smile. "Sorry."

"It's okay." You patted Bokuto's chest and smiled up at him and Akaashi, "I get hugs like that from the guys all the time, especially Lev."

Suddenly Hinata was next to you jumping up and down.

"Ahh! You gave me a nickname! The Trojan Whirlwind, so cool! That's that sneaky greek horse right? That's way better than just 'decoy'! You're amazing Y/n!" Hinata exclaimed, wonder twinkled in his eyes.

"I don't know...you really think so?" Excitedly you started to geek out more, talking fast. "Actually I know Karasuno's starting line up. You guys have a pretty talented team! And you guys pick up some tricks from other teams too I noticed. You truly are crows, omnivorous. Kagayama has wicked pinpoint accurate sets, Sawamura's great recives, Nishin—."

"As enlightening as this conversation is we have a game to finish and I don't want to be here any longer than I have to." Tsukishima scoffed adjusting his glasses.

"You don't need to be so rude Tsukishima. Ignore him, he's just salty because he didn't get a cool nickname." Hinata assured you.

You laughed, "No worries. He's right though, I came to watch a game." You glanced at the score board."Hmm. Cats vs Owls and Cats are winning? Here I thought Tetsu's team would be at a disadvantage."

Akaashi stated jabbing his thumb at Hinata and Bokuto, "Why, I've got the shorty and this big baby."

"Because they have to deal with his annoying ass." You snickered and you swore you heard Tsukishima snort as you poked Tetsu in the side. Everyone failed holding in their chuckles.

"Rude, Y/n, rude." Tetsu said as he poked you back.

"You two seem awfully close, are you together?" Hinata questioned, his head tilted to the side.

Lev, Tetsuro and you erupted into a fit a laughter. Between wheezes of catching your breath you answered. "Ew, no. I've know Tets since we were kids, he's like the brother I never wanted. Kenma too infact,  except I actually like him. And besides Tetsuro and Kenma are soulmates, poor Kenma right?"

"Well we did kiss that one time." Kuroo fired back, bringing a finger to his cheek.

Everyone but Tsukishima had 'Huh? Excuse me?!' looks on their faces. It was hilarious.

Laughing rolling your eyes, "We were 13 and it was spin the bottle. You weren't the only one I kissed that night, you're not special. In fact it made my skin crawl."

"That hurts Y/n. But I still love you." Kuroo pouted, crushing you in a hug.

"Disgusting." You smiled up at him while pushing his head away,  "Yeah, yeah love you too idiot. Now get back to your game."

"Aye aye miss manager!" Kuroo called.

"Don't call me that you rooster haired hyena!" You snarked right back while smacking a loose volleyball towards his head, narrowly missing.

"Okay, I see the brother/sister relationship now." Hinata giggled.

You sat on a bench nearby to watch. It was a pretty close game, your leg was bouncing with excitement. You always got this antsy watching a good game. You were taking a drink of your water sideways still trying to watch the game. Maybe if you hadn't been you would've been able to dodge one of Bokuto's crazy strong cut shot spikes after it landed a point. Next thing you know you were on the ground, right side of your face stinging. You let out a low groan sitting up, rubbing your aching cheek.

"Oh my god Y/n! I'm so sorry, are you okay?" The ace asked helping you up.

"Wow! That was a strong kill! It knocked me over even after it hit the floor!" You gushed, stars in your eyes.

Bokuto's face flushed and his golden eyes met yours. How had you not noticed how pretty they were, like the last brilliant rays of sunshine before the sun sets. They flickered with...you don't know what exactly. Like he was trying to remember something maybe? But it was gone as soon as it came. His hand still remaining on your arm. "But are you okay? You're not hurt?"

Shaking your head and giving him a warm smile, "Yeah, I'm fine owl boy. It wouldn't be the first time I took a ball to the face." Your eyes widend, realizing how that sounded. "V-volleyball, it wouldn't be the first time I was hit by a rogue volleyball!" Hopefully your injured cheek was covering up your embarrassment.

Kuroo smirked slapping Bokuto on the back, "Don't worry Bokuto, Y/n's a tough girl. Oh and that's our point, it was out."

You frowned at Tetsuro. "No it wasn't. It was in, barely. Really it was an amazing shot."

"This is favoritism." Tetsu whined.

"No, it's what happened." You pointedly glared at him, ignoring his implications. At least he didn't say anything about the embarrassing words you just said. "Ask Tsukishima then." Everybody turned to the blonde. Tsukishima shrugged, "She's got a good eye, I'll give her that."

You stuck your tongue out at Kuroo. "See. Now go get the point back."

The game continued for another 15 minutes before the Cats won. It was a close game. The long day had hit you as you leaned against Kuroo after helping clean up. You yawned, "Mmm. Good thing you won, otherwise I was gonna up your training regimen."

Kuroo laughed softly, ruffling your hair. "Oh ye of little faith."

Rubbing your tired eyes, "I have all the faith in you, you jerk." You waved to the other players, "Night guys. It was nice officially meeting you." Saying to no one in particular but subconsciously in your sleepy state your gaze landed on Bokuto. "Good luck in your games tomorrow, unless you play Nekoma of course." You were met with a chorus of goodnights and a couple thank yous from Hinata and Akaashi. Only you, Tetsuro, Akaashi and Bokuto remained.

"You able to make it to your room Y/n? You're practically asleep on your feet." Bokuto asked.

"Hm. Oh. Yeah, it'll just take me awhile. I'm slow when I'm sleepy." You replied as you shuffled towards the door, your eyes half closed. You couldn't wait to flop into bed.

Kuroo kneeled down in front of you. "C'mon and climb up. I don't feel like taking forever walking you back."

You snorted as you wrapped your arms around Kuroo's shoulders for a piggy back ride. "Thanks Tets." You murmured as you layed your head down and your eyes fluttered shut. Not fully awake you drifted between slumber and reality.

"She must be exhausted if she's being this openly nice to me." Kuroo chuckled lightly.

"Hey, can 'Kaashi and me walk with you?" Bokuto asked hopeful.

"Sure, I don't see why not." Kuroo said giving Akaashi a

questioning look. The fun loving ace seemed to have a thing for the insightful Nekoma manager. Akaashi being so intuitive of his best friends emotions gave Kuroo a small nod. This gave Kuroo an idea because you definitely had a crush on the owl captain. Hopefully you wouldn't kill him later if you remembered. "But be warned. When Y/n is super tired like this, she is a lot more loose with the truth." Kuroo talked as he started walking in the direction of the guest lodging.

"What do ya mean?" Bokuto's brows pinched together in confusion following.

"Hm, watch this. Hey, Y/n what'd think of Hinata?" Kuroo grinned.

"Mm, baby sunshine. To pure for this world, protect at all costs." You mumbled.

"Tsukishima?" Kuroo questioned.

"Fucking tsundere if I ever saw one but cool, I guess." They quietly snickered at your reply.

"How 'bout Akaashi?" Kuroo fired.

"Straightforward and calm. Kindhearted." You answered snuggling into Kuroo's back.

"And how do ya feel about Bokuto?" Kuroo questioned lastly. Suddenly butterflies found a home in Bokuto's stomach waiting for your answer.

"He's sweet and funny," you let out a contented sigh, "handsome too." Okay, Kuroo was glad you didn't say anything too embarrassing. Honestly he wouldn't have been surprised if you'd said 'beef cake' instead of handsome.

The otherwise outgoing male was quiet. You really thought that about him? Someone as smart and beautiful as you? A wide dopey smile made its way onto his face along with a dark blush. "Agaashi, Agaashi! Did you hear what she said! She thinks I'm sweet and funny and handsome!" Bokuto whispered excitedly, not wanting to disturb you.

"Yeah, Yeah I heard her Bo." Akaashi gave his friend a small smile before turning to Kuroo. "Isn't she gonna murder you for this?"

"Maybe....probably. If having Bokuto and Y/n realize they like each other is something that will make her happy in the long run, especially after tomorrow it'll be worth it." Kuroo looked up at the night sky, he knew you were secretly dreading tomorrow and how you really felt about the whole soulmate thing. No matter how hard you tried to hide it from him & Kenma.

"What's tomorrow?" Akaashi wondered.

Bokuto was still in a daze over what you said and something was nagging in the back of his mind. He'd only really met you today so why did you seem so familiar? Unconsciously his fingers drummed against his thigh, where his tattoo was. Lost in thought he didn't hear Kuroo's answer and lagged behind the two males. "It's her 17th birthday."

"You lost me, isn't that typically a good thing?" Akaashi noted.

"How do I word this? Well ya know how not everyone's lucky enough to find their soulmate? Y/n's parents are one of those couples. Don't get me wrong they absolutely love eachother and I think that's why Y/n thinks the tattoos don't really matter. If her parents can find love and happiness together it's like it's proof there isn't just one person in the universe just for you. And she probably thinks she's one of those people who won't be able to find their soulmate. She never said any of this to me directly but I've guessed as much and she once said 'the world is a vast place to find the one person you're meant to be with'." Kuroo looked over his shoulder at you, his eyes soft. "So if I can nudge her in the right direction to help her get what her parents have, to make her happy, I'll do it. I owe her that much."

"I see. It's poetic in a way. I mean you really can't help who you fall for, soulmate tattoo or not. You just might fall more for the one you were destined to be with. And what do you mean by 'you owe her'?" Akaashi shrugged, he could understand where you were coming from. He'd had his tattoo for almost half a year and never felt anything. He also knew Bokuto had never felt that tingle of a nearby soulmate and he had had his for almost 3 times that long. And he also knew it saddened Bokuto when he was asked about it, that's why he kept it covered most of the time. He thought as he fingered the tiny tattoo on the inside of his left elbow. A coffee mug and an open manga book.

"Oh that's a funny story actually. I wasn't as outgoing as a kid, barely talked to anyone. So one day this girl and boy come over to me, Y/n and Kenma. And she said 'I've seen you all by yourself every day and you shouldn't be sad and lonely...so we're all friends now kay?', just like that. Honestly she was so bright I couldn't have said no even if I wanted to. I don't think she would have let me either. Even at six she was a force to be reckoned with." Kuroo laughed softly. "So because of Y/n I was fortunate to have my soulmate so early on in my life and fall for him before I even got my tattoo."

Akaashi looked to Bokuto, "Yeah, I'd do the same thing for that goofy bastard."

Kuroo gave Akaashi a devilish grin, "So, you in for trying to get these two love birds together?"

Akaashi smirked back, "Bo's got a big heart but sometimes has trouble expressing it the way he wants to. I'm in."

They had made it to where the boys and girls rooms split off. "Night guys. See ya tomorrow." With a wry grin, "Y/n say goodnight to Akaashi and Bokuto."

"Mm 'night Akaashi." Your arms tightened around Kuroo's shoulders and you murmured still in your vulnerable half asleep state, "Goodnight Kotaro."

Both Kuroo and Akaashi's gaze darted to Bokuto. He was looking at you with such softness in his eyes that they might have thought he was already half in love with you. It was like Akaashi and Kuroo weren't even there. "Goodnight Y/n." Brushing a stray hair from your face he whispered with a gentle tone Akaashi had never heard from his captian. Yep he was definitely smitten.

"Night Kuroo, Y/n." Akaashi grabbed Bokuto's shirt tugging him in the direction of the boys rooms. "Come on you love sick owl."

"I-. Uh." Bokuto stuttered before saying goodnight to the Nekoma captian. As Bokuto was being dragged away Kuroo heard him say, "Hey wait! I'm not love sick!....am I?"

Kuroo laughed at Bokuto's words. If anyone knew if Bokuto was love sick, it'd be Akaashi. A few minutes later you were at your door for your room. Tetsuro carefully set you down making sure you wouldn't fall on your face. "Hey, Y/n we're at your room."

"Hmm. Thanks Tets. Ya know you're not completely annoying. I'm glad you and Kens have each other." You told him with your hand on the doorknob.

"Only cause of you." He bit his lip, he had one more question to ask while you were still painfully truthful. He wanted to make sure his and Akaashi's plans could work. "Can I ask ya something?"

"Mmhmm." You hummed crossing your arms and resting against the door.

"You like Bokuto, right?" Tetsu asked you.

A sad smile splayed on your lips. "Yeah but it doesn't matter. He seems like the 'wait for your soulmate' type so it's pointless hoping he could like me back." You opened the door.

"Y/n..." Kuroo heard the hurt in your voice.

"Goodnight Tetsuro." You whispered shutting the door before he could see the tears brimming in your eyes.

Kuroo blew out a breath. Fuck, he was an idiot for not realizing how deep the soulmate wound really went. But you were an idiot too. "You're really oblivious sometimes Y/n." He whispered to the closed door.

You didn't know if it was from being drained or because of tomorrow or some combo of both. But the moment you shut the door the tears that had been resting on your eyelashes fell down your cheeks. While you changed into pj's and washed your face they never stopped. You fell asleep with the glistening trails running onto the pillow and your heart aching for someone you knew you couldn't have.

The next morning you awoke to your whole back and part of your arms tingling. 'The fuck. Really my whole fucking back?' You didn't give to much thought that it was telling you your soulmate was near. You were in the middle of a huge city for fucks sake. You were more pissed at how big it was. You sighed, twisting your head you looked over your shoulder trying to get some idea of what it looked like. All you were able to see was black, grey and white feathers. Their tips reaching just past your shoulders and onto your arms. There's no way you'd be able to cover the whole thing in this heat. 'Oh well'. As you were getting dressed after taking a quick shower you received a couple texts in your group chat with the boys.

Kens 🐱❤🥺: happy birthday y/n, do you want your yearly bd hugs consecutively or throughout the day?

Tets 🐓❤😝: mornin birthday girl! Remind me again why you let kenma's presents be hugs and not mine?

You smiled before replying. They really just knew what to say to cheer you up.

Y/n 💜: thanks guys 😘 throughout the day pls 🥺and because unforced hugs from kenma are ✨special✨ yours not so much.

Tets 🐓❤😝: this is F A V O R I T I S M  😑

Y/n 💜: wbk but yes❤

Y/n 💜: the only good thing about this shit bd is that it means 17 KENMA HUGS! 🥺

Kens 🐱❤🥺: that's it. Omw rn for your first bd hug.

Tets 🐓❤😝: am I a joke to you?

Y/n 💜: okee kens 🥰. Bro you want the truth or nah?

Tets 🐓❤😝: I—. Babe you see this?

Kens🐱❤🥺: Jared, 19. ➖👅➖

Tets 🐓❤😝: I hate you both

Y/n 💜: no you don't

Kens🐱❤🥺: no you don't

Tets 🐓❤😝: your right 😔 see you two at breakfast 💛💜

Y/n 💜: 🖤💛

Kens 🐱❤🥺: 🖤💜

Five minutes later a knock sounded on your door. "Mornin Kenma!" You said brightly opening the door to one of your besties.

"Mornin." He mumbled wrapping his arms around you.

You didn't realize how bad you needed this. Your hands tightly clenched his shirt. After letting go you whispered, "Thanks Kens, I needed that."

Kenma pulled you in for another hug. "This one doesn't count. You still have 16 left."

You hugged the dual haired boy back, soaking up the extra special hug. A laugh escaping your lips, "You're the best."

Walking to the dining area you looped your arm through Kenma's. Of course he was playing a game but you didn't mind, you liked watching. You and Kenma had a different kind of friendship, you both didn't care about the long stretches of silence between the two of you. You just enjoyed eachothers company. That's why it surprised you when Kenma spoke. "So Tetsuro said you were at the gym last night with him and the others?"

Your hand brushed against your cheek where you were hit. The memory of Bokuto's hand on your arm and his golden gaze...flushed you answered, "Yeah. It was a good game."

Kenma's eyes flicked to yours before going back to his game. "You know Y/n, it's okay to like him. There's nothing wrong with feeling that way."

Goddammit. Between Kenma's perceptiveness and Tetsu's well intentioned blabbering mouth, nothing got past the setter when it came to you. "I—." You blew out a frustrated breath. "I know. I know. It's just... so fucking hard. My mind and my heart say two different things." You came to a stop at the doorway to the dining room. Your eyes easily found a white and grey haired boy laughing at something between bites. Without you knowing it a small grin spread across your lips and your heart beat a little faster.

Kenma noticed your smile and where you were looking. You looked happy, a light in your face he hadn’t seen since you all were innocent children in the ways of understanding what a soulmate was. "Maybe you should let your heart win this time."

"Maybe." You grabbed Kenma's hand and led him to the Nekoma table where everyone was sitting. Taking a seat next to Lev you asked, "Hey, where's Tets at?" They all had a look of mischief on their faces. "Wha—?" A pair of hands covered your eyes for a few seconds and then were gone. Sitting in front of you was a fancy cupcake with a single candle lit.

"Happy Birthday Y/n." Tetsuro hugged you from behind.

"Happy Birthday to the best manager!" The team shouted. Earning a few looks from the other teams.

"You guys didn't have to do anything for me..." Your heart warmed at their thoughtfulness.

"Nonsense, we're lucky to have you! You've done so much for us, this is the least we could do!" Tora gave you a thumbs up.

"How could we not do something for you, you take care of us." Lev nudge your shoulder gently.

"Yeah, you make my life easier by dealing with Lev." Yaku announced.

"Hey!" Lev yelled, insulted.

"Thanks guys. I'm only the best manager because I've got the best team to back it up." A wide happy smile split your face.

"Blow out your candle and make a wish." Tetsu suggested.

You closed your eyes making your wish as you blew out the candle. You dared to wish for something you wouldn't have if not for the conversation you just had with Kenma. You wished maybe, just maybe for a chance at love.

"What'da wish for?" Lev asked.

"For you guys to win all your practice games!" Bringing a finger to your lips, "But really I can't tell, or it won't come true." You gave him a wink.

A pair of flapping arms caught your attention. Of course they were attached to a certain owl boy. Once Bokuto realized he got your attention he gave you a big smile and waved. You let out a small giggle and gave a bright smile. You lifted your hand and returned the wave, your fingers wiggling in the air. Bokuto turned to say something to Akaashi, his face pink. But you didn't notice. Kuroo had playfully tugged on a piece of your hair.

"Oya?" Tetsu smirked at you.

"Oh hush." You said slyly but the smile on your face and blush on your cheeks lingered. "Go eat your breakfast, you have a lot of games to win today and need your strength."

Tetsuro stuck his tongue out. "Yes, miss manager."

You were so happy you'd almost forgotten the constant tingle on your back.

It was the end of the day and Nekomas last game was almost over. The other teams coach had called a time out to try and break Nekoma's momentum. All day you had been rolling your shoulders uselessly, trying to get rid of the ghost like feeling of someone's fingers dancing across the skin of your back. It was really starting to fucking irritate you.

"You okay Y/n? You've been doing that all day." Kenma had observed.

Tetsu came over and wrapped his arms around his soulmate, resting his chin on the crown of Kenma's head. God they were disgustingly cute sometimes. "Whatssup?"

You gave them a sour face. "My soulmate tattoo. It hasn't stopped prickling since I got the damn thing. Not to mention it's on my whole fuckin back and part of my arms." You pulled your sleeve up a little to reveal the tips of feathers. Kuroo was practically radiating excitement. You knew exactly what he was going to say.

"That's great! It means your soulmate is probably at this camp! RIGHT NOW!" Tets almost shouted.

You rolled your eyes. "I'm not that lucky. We're in the middle of a huge city. You know how many people live in a 2 mile radius of here?" Your eyes trailed to the other game you'd been keeping watch on. Or rather player. "...Besides, my hearts kinda already stuck on someone." You admitted out loud. Bokuto seemed more exuberant and carefree today. Even after getting blocked a couple times he was still glowing. Your lips twitched at the untroubled ace. His aura infectious. You were pulled out of your daydream when Tetsuro pulled at the back of your shirt, trying to look at your tattoo. You slapped his hand away. "What do you think your doing?!" You hissed.

He blinked at you innocently. "I just wanted to see."

"Tetsuro, if Y/n doesn't want to show us that's her business." Kenma scolded.

"It's not that, just not right now. You guys are in the middle of a  game...and Coach would kill me." Laughing at Tets getting reprimanded by Kenma.

"I don't know, could give us an edge and distract the other team." Tetsu joked.

You chuckled, "Yeah and probably incapacitate Tora, embarrass Lev to the point where he'd be useless, Yaku would yell at anyone who dared to look, and Inuoka would probably try and cover me up without looking."

Tetsuro tried holding in his cackling and Kenma had a rare wide grin on his face. "Okay, okay. You're right. Only we two are immune to your beauty and charm."

You snorted. "Whatever. Now go win this game and make my wish come true or else." You said as you pushed them towards the rest of the team.

The first thing Akaashi woke up to this morning was Bokuto screeching about how his tattoo was tingling. At first Akaashi wondered, today was your 17th birthday...maybe? No they were in a big city. Bokuto's soulmate probably just happened to be nearby today. But then he couldn't stop talking about how you waved and smiled at him at breakfast. So maybe his attitude wasn't due just to his tattoo. He was in the best mood Akaashi had ever seen. Even failed plays didn't bring him down. Akaashi really didn't put it all together until he saw his best friend rub at his thigh, right over his tattoo. "Bo, your leg good?"

"Yeah! It's great. It's just hasn't stopped prickling." Bokuto beamed. "My soulmate must live by the high school or something 'Kaashi!"

'Was this himbo so far gone in his daze last night he didn't hear Kuroo say your birthday was today? And didn't he see the whole Nekoma team wish you a happy birthday at breakfast?' Akaashi thought to himself. "Or something." Akaashi muttered. His eyes gleamed with knowing. He made it his mission to get you two oblivious fools to realize what exactly you were to eachother by the end of today.

After the last game all the coaches surprised everyone with a barbecue for everybodies hard work. You were waiting by the grill with Tetsu and Kenma, waiting for the food to be done. You were starving and the aroma of meat was only making your hunger worsen.

"Hey, here comes your man!" Tetsuro whispered in your ear while playfully nudging you.

Your stomach growled loudly as you swatted at Kuroo. "Food now. Man later."

"You're right. Priorities." Kuroo chuckled holding up his hands. "But that doesn't seem to be stopping Bokuto and Akaashi from coming over here."

You glanced at the Fukurodani duo. Hunger forgotten.  "Holy fuck." You whispered. Bokuto Kotaro was not wearing his long knee sleeves. Your face flushed, "No wonder he wears those things. He'd be too powerful otherwise, no one would pay attention to the ball." Your eyes snagging on the rather large tattoo on his left thigh. A  cats face, half normal with a y/c eye and half skeletal. And nestled behind the skeleton side was...your favorite flower? It was just a coincidence, lots of people have the same favorite flower and your eye color. Maybe you were biased but you thought it was pretty.

Tetsuro snapped you out of your thoughts with a snort. "Simp much? And is that drool from the bbq...or the cake headed this way."

"Oh, that was a mistake." Kenma commented while playing his game. "It's going to be mildly inconvenient to replace you but you will be missed."

Casually you answered back, "Shuddup. Takes one to know one. I seem to recall certain screenshots that would look great posted on Twitter."

At that moment the Fukurodani pair made it to where you were. "Hey hey hey! What would look great posted on Twitter?" Bokuto asked with a smile.

You smirked at Tetsu, opening your mouth, "Tets caught being—." Tetsuro smacked a hand over your mouth.

"Nothing!" Changing the subject, "Y/n was just about to show us her tattoo. Right?" You licked his hand. "Gross. You don't know where my hand has been, you know how many microbes could be on there!" He yelled wiping it off.

You shrugged, grinning. "I have an excellent immune system." Clearing your throat, "Hey Akaashi," Your cheeks rosied under Bokuto's golden gaze. "H-hey Bokuto."

"Your soulmate tattoo? Cool, usually I keep mine covered but I felt like letting loose today after practice." He smiled lifting his leg. Akaashi groaned, rubbing a hand over his face. How was his best friend this dense?

You crossed your arms to keep the urge to trace it with your fingertips in check. "Er, yeah. I don't even really know what it is. It's on my back and part of my arms. All I know is it has feathers. Yours is gorgeous and interesting though."

"Why don't you have Kuroo take a picture of it so you can see it?" Bokuto suggested.

"That is a great idea Bokuto!" Rubbing his hands together, "C'mere Y/n, let me see that tattoo."

You rolled your eyes. "If I didn't know any better I'd think you were a perv, Tets. I know I'm pretty but think of Kenma."

"Kenma is nothing more to me than a soulmate! I swear!" Kuroo joked.

"Back at ya babe." Kenma replied not looking away from his games. He had long become immune to yours and Kuroo's antics.

"You guys are strange but I'm used to weirdos." Akaashi smirked.

You poked your tongue out at Akaashi, "You say that like its a bad thing." You conceded. "Alright alright. I'll show you after we eat." You were curious about what was on your back.

"Y/nnnnnn. Why must you torture me?" Kuroo complained.

"I ain't ever seen two agreeable best friends, one of em always gotta be a whiney little bitch." You said to Tetsuro.

"So you admit I'm your bestie! Wait- I'm not whiney!" Kuroo exclaimed.

You cackled, "So you admit you're a little bitch?" Your eyes wandering, catching on a small girl holding an empty plate trembling in the middle of a bunch of boys. "I gotta do something, I'll be right back guys." You made your way over to the tiny girl.

"Oi!" Kuroo yelled after you.

"I mean she's not wrong." Akaashi snickered.

"Kenma, Y/n and Akaashi are being mean." Kuroo pouted.

"Show me the lie and I'll defend you." Kenma teased his soulmate.

"I hate it here." Kuroo crossed his arms.

Akaashi nudged him, talking lowly. "While Y/n's gone and Bo's distracted by the food. I found something out." Akaashi had a small impish grin, "I'm 99% sure Bokuto and Y/n are soulmates."

Kuroo's eyes widend. "No fuckin way! How?"

"Well Bo woke up this morning yelling about his tattoo tingling. It's the first time. And then during the last game I noticed he kept massaging his leg. I thought maybe he strained it but I asked and he said it hadn't stopped prickling all day. He thinks his soulmate must live by the high school. The himbo didn't hear it was her birthday today apparently." Akaashi explained.

Kuroo's mouth gaped open. "I think your right. Y/n said hers has been bugging her all day. But she also thinks it's someone out in the city." Kuroo looked to you then to Bokuto. "Holy fucking shit."

You pushed your way through the guys surrounding the girl, "Excuse me boys! Can't you see your frightening the poor thing?" You shooed them away. You knew they were just trying to be friendly but sometimes they didn't know how intimidating they can be. You gave a big smile to the blonde girl in front of you. "Hey, you're one of Karasuno's managers right? I'm Nekomas, my names Y/n. Are you okay? I know the guys can seem scary but most of em are just big softies." You punch one of your hands with the other, "And if they aren't you just have to seem scarier."

She returned a small smile. "H-hi. Yeah, I j-just joined. My names Y-yachi. Hinata mentioned you. He said you were nice. And t-that you gave him a nickname?"

"Really? I actually just joined a couple weeks ago but I've been watching my friends play forever." You blushed slightly at Hinata's compliment. "Er, yeah. I'm kinda a volleyball nerd and it seemed to fit him." You laughed.

"What did you mean by 'seem scarier'?" Yachi timidly asked.

"In my case I just use my scary face to keep Kuroo in line and mess with him...well and for jerks. Watch." You turned to face Tetsuro with dead eyes and your face emotionless except for the creepy grin plastered on. In a sing-song voice, "Kuroo Tetsuro!"

You only use his full name when he's in trouble trouble. Stepping behind Kenma for protection, "I didn't even do anything!"

"I know." You winked and softend your smile to a friendly one. Turning back to Yachi, "See, just pretend to be even more badass then you actually are. Give me your best scary face."

"I'm not badass, not like you..." Yachi murmured.

You snorted. "I don't know, taking on a rowdy buncha boys from Karasuno? Seems pretty badass to me."

Yachi gave you a small smile. "Ok." You could see the gears turning in her mind. Then she gave you her best scary-badass face.

"Perfect! No one will mess with you with that face!" You said excitedly. "It actually kinda reminds me of the look your setter gives Hinata if he messes up."

Yachi giggled. "Kageyama's angry face is the scariest thing I've seen."

"Ready to put your new skill to the test?" You raised an eyebrow.

With a determined nod she walked to the nearest grill and cleared her throat. "Excuse me."

A couple boys turned, "Hey, cu....tie." Their faces paled slightly and their words trailed off. As they stepped aside leaving their spots at the grill open, "Ah, nevermind." 

You chuckled lightly as Yachi turned around with a plate full of meat and veggies. Giving her a thumbs up as she walked back to you. "See I knew you could do it!"

"Thanks Y/n!" Yachi smiled.

"No prob-." Right then your stomach growled ferociously. Embarrassed you replied, "-lem. Um I better go and get some food before those heathens eat it all and my stomach decides to eat itself. Bye, Yachi!"

"See ya Y/n!" Yachi waved goodbye.

Making your way back to your little group your mouth watered. God you were starving and there was a juicy looking piece of meat in front of Tetsuro. Probably his but you have just as quick reflexes as him. With your chopsticks you grabbed it quickly while he was talking to Kenma. A second later another pair barely missing said BBQ. "Haha, too slow Tets!" You teased bringing the BBQ closer to your mouth. Except it wasn't Tetsuro.

"Damn Y/n, you're quick!" Bokuto laughed.

"Oh. Sorry, I assumed that was Tetsu's food. Here you take it." Your cheeks rosied as you set the food on his plate.

"No, it was his. I was just going to steal it. BBQ meats my favorite." Bokuto grinned, his eyes crinkling. "Do you want to share? I haven't seen you eat anything yet."

"Sure, us food pilferers gotta stick together!" You nudged his side playfully.

"Kenma, Akaashi!" Kuroo whispered fiercely. "You seein this shit?!"

"Wow." Kenmas eyes widened slightly.

"Whoa, Bo is sharing BBQ meat. That's big." Akaashi commented while turning to hand a cup of water to a choking Kageyama, completely unfazed.

"Y/n sharing food at all is...unnatural. You wouldn't want to get between her and her food, especially when she's hungry." Kuroo's eyes looked distant as he shivered remembering the one time he made such a mistake. "It's not pretty, trust me."

You turned to the three boys swallowing the mouthful you had. "My shit talkin radar is going off. You talkin smack, Tets?"

Tetsuro smirked, "No, just observing that you're actually sharing food with someone."

You puffed your cheeks out in embarrassment. "I have no idea what you're talking about. I share...sometimes."

"Random stray animals don't count." Kuroo laughed.

"They do too! They're just so cute and I want to give them all the love they deserve." You pouted.

"So does that make Bokuto a stray that needs all the love?" Akaashi teased.

"And that you think he's cute?" Kuroo questioned.

Bokuto's ears perked at the sound of his name and heard Akaashi and Kuroo's questions. It took everything in him to keep his face neutral and not look like he was eager waiting for what you would say.

He did not do a good a job as he thought he was doing.

Your mouth gaped open as your cheeks flushed. You glanced at Bokuto. His face was as flushed as yours felt and it looked like he wanted to take a step closer to you, he was leaning so close. Maybe you should take a chance. Besides the obvious dislike of today in general, you felt an air of hope also. Taking a sharp inhale through your nose you said quietly, "Well, you'd have to be a blind idiot to not think he's attractive. And I'm not blind nor an idiot so." You shrugged your shoulders while shoving a bite of food into your mouth. Akaashi and Kuroo had shocked expressions on their faces. They were not expecting you to admit it. Kenma had a small smile that said he was proud of you. Bokuto was practically glowing. You cleared your throat, changing subject. "So, we're done eating now yeah? I promised to show you my soulmate tattoo and I'm a woman of my word." You handed Tetsuro your phone. "Bokuto had the idea you take a picture so I can see the whole thing." In a small voice you asked, "Can you, please?"

That fear in your voice snapped Kuroo out of his shock. "Y/n, I know I've been giving you shit about it but really you don't have to." Tetsu spoke quietly pulling you into a gentle hug.

Kenma sensed your discomfort and wormed his way into your and Tetsu's hug, giving you your last birthday hug. "He's right. Don't force yourself if you don't want to."

You shook your head, squeezing tight your two best friends. "No, I want to. Curious even but...I know it's stupid but I'm scared."

"That's okay. We're here for you." Tets whispered.

"No matter what." Kenma replied.

"I love you guys, thanks." You nodded letting go. A wry smile gracing your lips. "How fitting my 17th birthday hug be right before the big reveal." You clapped your hands together, getting back to business. "Ight, let's see what this big badass bitch looks like." With that you twirled on your heel and pulled your shirt just over your head, leaving your arms in; your back facing the group of 4 boys. You did have some modesty being as you were surrounded by 150+ people.

"Oh damn! You weren't kidding Y/n. It really does take up your whole back." Kuroo said shocked as he took in the tattoo smiling.

You rolled your eyes. "Well not all of us can have cute little dainty ones like you and Kens." Testu had a little gaming controller on his inner bicep and Kens had the chemical formula for love on his ribcage. Lucky bastards.

You heard Kenmas quiet voice. "Y/n, I think you'll be pleasantly surprised." You heard the click of your phone taking the picture.

"It's actually quite lovely too." Akaashi complimented as his theory was confirmed.

"Wow." You heard Bokuto murmur and before you could turn around you felt a finger delicately trace your back. You inhaled sharply as that sensation overrode the tingling of your tattoo. Was Tetsu being a creep? Or..? An awkward cough pulled you out of your thoughts and the finger gliding across your skin disappeared. Slipping your shirt back on you turned around. To be face to face with Bokuto. Was he the one touching you like that?! Your face turned a violent shade of red and your brain was glitching. Bokuto was staring at you intensely, his eyes zeroing in on yours.

Kuroo nudged your shoulder a wild grin on his face. "Here ya go Y/n." He sang song.

Breaking eye contact from Bokuto and looking at your phone you gasped. You were met with the same golden sunset eyes you'd recognize anywhere. The very same ones you were just staring into. Only it wasn't  Bokuto's face looking back at you. This time it was a grey, black and white owl with its wings spread in flight against a night sky filled with stars. And a handful of the stars were made into a constellation of a volleyball. No. No way was it possible. You looked up into the bright metallic eyes you had fell hard for. "You...?"

One of Bokuto's warm hands cupped your cheek tilting your head up. Leaning down he whispered, "I knew I remembered those eyes from somewhere."

His lips were on yours and stealing the breath from you. Eyes fluttering shut, your tattoo had finally stopped tingling and the knot in your heart loosened. Bokuto fucking Kotaro, the boy your heart had already started to fall for, was your soulmate. Suddenly you were lifted off the ground. Instinctively your legs wound their way around his waist and your arms twined around his shoulders, one hand in his hair. Bokuto lightly bit your lip making you gasp and open your mouth. His tongue darting inside to meet yours. A supernova of explosions were crackling in your veins. If he hadn't been holding you you would have fell due to the fact your legs becoming jelly. Your lungs were beginning to strain from lack of oxygen but you didn't care. You didn't need air when your nerves were buzzing alive from the contact with Bokuto. You didn't know how long you two had been kissing but Bokuto pulled away just enough. Both of you were breathing hard. "I promised myself that would be the first thing I did when I found my soulmate. When I found you."

A breathy laugh left you. "I'm gonna have to add kissing to the list of skills you have, Bokuto."

"Oh?" He smiled fondly at you. "Ya know Y/n you can call me Kotaro. Like last night."

Your brow furrowed. "I didn't—" Hazy memories of last night after the game came to you in flashes. You did use his given name. But more embarrassing is what you'd said about him in your frustratingly truthful state. A vulnerability only a few knew about. You were going to kill him. Or at least make him think so. "Hey Kotaro could you set me down for a sec please."

"Sure thing, baby owl." Kotaro set you down gently and kissed your cheek.

You blushed at the pet name and the soft kiss. Turning to the others you started to count silently on your fingers.

"What are you doing?" Akaashi questioned confusedly. He thought you would have been overjoyed at the fact you and Bo were soulmates.

"Oh I'm counting the ingredients  I need to buy for apple pie for Kenma. Kens how many pies do you think you'll need to get over Tets' death?" You smiled sunnily at Tetsuro.

"Hmmm. I think five would be good." Kenma replied.

"I am worth way more than 5! Wait, what?" Tetsuro panicked. "I promise Y/n I had the purest of intentions!"

You took a step towards Kuroo and he took one back. "Oh?"  You started chasing after Tetsu and he only made it a few feet before you tackled him.

"Y/n please don't kill me! Akaashi and I realized you and Bokuto liked eachother and we thought this would get the ball rolling, honest!" To say Kuroo was shocked when you hugged him would be an understatement. You weren't killing him?

Unwinding your arms from his neck you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "Thanks Tets, for making me join the team" you mumbled, "and for helping with Ko."

Kuroo grinned. "HEY BABE! DID YA HEAR Y/N THANKING ME?! Y/N. THANKING. ME."

You rolled your eyes still smiling and pushed Tetsuro away. "And moments ruined." Once you made your way back to the group you snuggled yourself up against Kotaro's side and he wrapped his arm around you. Looking towards Akaashi you thanked him also. " Thank you for nudging us together so if you ever have a sweet tooth for a baked good, I'm your girl."

Kotaro kissed the top of your head. "My sweet girl."

"Oh you don't have to do that. I'm just happy Bo is happy, that's good enough for me." Keiji chuckled.

"Trust me Akaashi, you'll definitely want to take her up on her offer. Her apple pies are delicious and she makes mine and Tetsu's birthday cake every year too." Kenma added while still playing his game. You blushed at his compliment.

"Alright then, I will." Akaashi nodded.

"What about me?" Kotaro squeezed you & had a little bit of a pout.

You reached up on your toes and pulled him down to kiss his forehead. "For you, owl boy, I'll make a whole bakeries worth." You pecked him on the lips.

"Ew. Is this what me and Kenma are like?" Tetsu's face was all screwed up in disgust. "There is no way we are that bad. Right Kitten?" He declared as he was hugging Kenma from behind with his chin resting on Kenma's head. You've noticed that's his favorite way to be lovey.

"You are." Kens replied.

"Sorry bro but the love of your life is right." You giggled.

"I honestly don't know how I put up with you two. I deserve a medal." Tets said bewildered.

"Sure bestie. Sure you do." You ruffled his already messy hair.

"Don't patronize me." He pointed a finger at you.

You batted your eyelashes. "Me? Never."

Kuroo looked at Bokuto. "Y/n is your problem now. Good luck bro."

Incredulously you yelled. "HEY I'M NOT—"

Kotaro squeezed you tighter with one arm & with the other gently tilted your chin up, making you look at him. You could feel your heart go all soft looking into those golden eyes. "You're not a problem. Your my soulmate. I can't wait to get to know you and fall even more in love with you." He leaned in closer giving you another one of those earth shattering kisses.

This boy. This boy made your heart flutter, your stomach swirl... and your brain dumb. Thats why when he regretfully pulled away the only thing that came out of your stupid mouth was a whispered "Oh."

"Damn Bo way to make literally the whole camp feel single." Kuroo laughed. "Akaashi did you know that he was such a Casanova?"

Keiji nodded while eating a slice of watermelon & swallowed before answering. "I knew he was a romantic but not this intense."

A few hours later everyone was waiting to get on their busses to go home. You waved goodbye to the new friends you had made. However you and Kotaro were holding on to one another. You'd only just found eachother and now you had to say goodbye. You bit your lip. "I don't want to go yet." A few hours together had turned you into a mess.

"Hey, baby owl," His thumb traced your cheek, "its okay. We don't live that far from eachother. We'll see eachother all the time and talk on the phone yeah?"

You leaned into his warm touch. "You're right." You turned to kiss his palm. His cheeks flushed. He was also a mess. "So call me when you get home, to let me you got there okay, alright?"

At first his lips brushed yours then he deepened the kiss. Just as your lungs were about to scream he pulled away but just barely. Whispering "Looking forward to it."

That night you talked until the brightest of stars dimmed and the sun rose. Turning the sky a swath of pink, orange and a color that was quickly becoming your favorite. A color that reminded you of your soulmates sunshine eyes.

[cutecatlov3r]

my character ai bots:

bnha-

dabi: toxic bf , mafia au

denki kaminari: your a milf

eijiro kirishima: dying his hair

hanta sero: shotgunning w him

katsuki bakugou: he smells good , mean ass soulmate , ghostface katsuki , rivals to lovers , he’s bad w feelings , your pro hero fiancé , if you die so do i , girl dad

izuku midoriya: corrupting the religious boy

jjk-

gojo satoru: can’t get enough of him , vampire au , wardrobe malfunction , your affair , he’s annoying , his eyes r funny looking

geto suguru: dad’s best friend

nanami kento: healing your daddy issues

yu haibara: he’s gone , he’s sick , he admires his upperclassmen

yuji itadori: your parents hate him , best boyfriend , dorky best friend , he’s delulu , captain of the football team , gossiping w him , older brother’s best friend , you have a bf already but he loves you , your his mentor , shibuya arc

megumi fushiguro: step brother

yuta okkotsu: your a fan , welcoming the new boy , he likes when you pull his hair , he chose geto’s side that day , your best friend

haikyuu-

atsumu miya: your annoying neighbor , he’s drunk

iwaizumi hajime: scolding you after your ex did you dirty

kei tsukishima: he hates you(?)

kotaro bokuto: he’s spiderman , your his fan , emo mode

kenma kozume: streaming wars , cat hybrid , he hates you , he hates brats

hinata shoyo: healing your issues , he got sick , u get ur head hit w a ball

tetsuro kuroo: studying w him

koshi sugawara: he’s your son’s teacher , your coworker , he’s jealous

keiji akaashi: he loves feeding you , the pretty setter

yuu nishinoya: he’s drunk

demon slayer-

sanemi shinazugawa: training w him , your roommate

aot-

eren jeager: smoking weed w him

blue lock-

nagi seishiro: coke head

bachira meguru: you’re his therapist , pervert bachira

death note-

touta matsuda: he has a little crush , admiring his boss

csm-

denji: blood lust , walking home w him , mommy issues

sk8-

reki kyan: he’s a zombie

fairytail:

natsu dragneel: mating season

nanatsu no taizai [seven deadly sins]:

arthur pendragon: your his servant , you saved him , he saved you , your his holy knight

hxh:

kurapika kurta: your loyal to him , it’s only you and him

killua zoldyck: he’s your little brother

the disastrous life of saiki k:

kusuo saiki: he’s self aware , your ordinary

if you have any recommendations on more bots I can do lmk ! i’ll be adding a bunch more :x

[causenessus]

how they comfort you. | haikyuu

inc. iwaizumi, bokuto, sakusa

written in second pov (female reader implied)

"love, keep your eyes on the road, 'cause when I stare, all I see is two foggy windows to a lost soul. and maybe, maybe it's all my fault. that it's so quiet on the drive home" from on the drive home by niki

word count: 2.2k words

notes: mainly written for @froyaoya because she's my literal soulmate and i love her so much she deserves the world <3 also, implied established relationship for all scenarios. not proofread!!!

content warnings: angst/comfort, crying, hyperventilating, all that jazz

hajime.

"like any unloved thing, i do not know if i'm real when i'm not being touched."

he can tell something is wrong immediately. 

you think you’re hiding it so well, but he can see it the moment you walk into class.

and in all honesty, seeing him and your friends helped you feel a little better, but the moment the lecture starts, you’re left to your own thoughts again. and he sees the way your face drops when you think no one’s looking.

he sees the way you start to stare at your notebook absentmindedly, picking at the clip of your pencil, and then your skirt, and then you're bouncing your knee erratically.

he sees the way your shoulders rise with every breath, and the way you bite your lip, blink rapidly, close your eyes, do anything to try to ignore the feeling in your chest. it feels like something desperately trying to claw out of your chest, threatening to explode at any moment.

and when the class is dismissed to sit silently and work individually, you stand up, trying your best to keep your composure until you make it out of the class. you slide the door shut behind you and haven’t even made it down the hallway before you stop, one hand on the wall to steady yourself as a sob escapes your mouth. even hearing the sound reach your ears is painful, and it’s the crack in the wall that breaks into rapid breathing and hot tears running down your face. your breaths are shallow and inhales so sharp and loud you don’t hear the classroom door close again. 

you barely even feel the hands on your shoulders, and you’re not quite sure when exactly you fell to the ground. “y/n, y/n. breathe. look at me. breathe with me,” he’s in front of you, and you hear his own inhale, deep and steady in contrast to your hiccups. “breathe. just take a breath,” he repeats, and you try your best to follow his instructions. you can barely see, tears blurring your vision, but he’s in front of you, kneeling and rubbing the sides of your arms comfortingly.

eventually, your breaths steady. they’re still shaky with every breath in, but your able to think again, and you try to wipe the tears from your eyes. they keep coming, but not nearly as frequently as before.

“that’s it, there you go. you’re safe, you’re okay,” he keeps reassuring you, voice soft as he wipes away a stray tear rolling down your cheek with his thumb. “can i hug you?”

you can’t even keep in your sobs when you nod, your eyesight blurring again as a new wave of tears overwhelms you at the question and the strong arms that engulf you. you wrap your arms around his upper back and he has an arm hugging you over your shoulder while the other is on the back of your head, rubbing it gently and holding it close to his shoulder.

“hajime,” you whisper, voice broken. you barely make out the syllables before you sob again, clutching at his shirt.

“i’m right here,” he responds, “i’m right here and i’m not going anywhere. what happened, love?”

his words only make you hold him closer and tighter. at this point, your throat is sore and your cries are barely audible, only coming out as heaves and sighs.

“i don’t know,” you confess, eyes squeezing tightly shut. “i just got overwhelmed with everything. yesterday was bad, and i was alone all night– i thought it’d be okay today, but it just hurts. so bad.”

he takes in a deep breath, exhaling before he speaks, “i know. i know it hurts, baby. call me next time, would you? you’re not a bother. ask me to come over anytime, i will.”

you let out a shaky breath, finally opening your eyes and he pulls back so he can look at you, giving you a small smile before pressing a kiss to your lips. “okay,” you breathe. “you promise? that i’m not bothering you? i’m not holding you back or anything?”

“never,” he promises. “you’ve never and you won’t ever bother me. if anything, you’re helping me get through this all.”

“even right now?” you ask, trying to dry your face. “even though you had to leave class to come find me?”

“y/n, look at me,” he says gently, a hand on the side of your head to lightly guide it to face him. “i’d leave work for you. i’d run across campus for you. i’d come to your room in the dead of night if you asked me to. and of course, i’d skip class for you. you’re more important than anything else in my life. and what else is oikawa good for then making up lies? he’s covering for us right now and he’ll fill us back in on anything we’ve missed.”

a laugh escapes your mouth as you wipe away the last tear, “we’ll have to thank him when we get back. and thank you, hajime, for coming out here.”

“of course, love. i’m glad i did,” he presses another kiss to your forehead. “how’re you feeling? do you want to head back?”

although you’ve calmed down, and the weight in your chest isn’t as strong, your head still feels heavy, and you shake your head, trying not to feel guilty, “no, not yet.”

“that’s okay,” he says, coming to sit next to you on the floor, resting his back against the wall. “take as long as you need, i’ll stay with you.”

he holds one of your hands, running his thumb across your knuckles gently as you take in another breath. “hajime,” you say, and he looks up at you. although his eyes are usually sharp and pointed with determination, in the moment, they are soft and filled with love. “will you hold me again? just for a second, please.”

his arms are immediately around you.

“of course, love.”

koutarou.

"you realize, at last, that you can change without disappearing. that all you had to do was wait until the storm passes over and you find that—yes—your name is still attached to a living thing."

the water is hot when it hits your back. scalding, even, and it seeps into your clothes. you haven’t taken them off, and they stick to your body as you pull your knees to your chest on the floor of your shower. but it feels nice. the water is hot, the sting of the temperature and the noise of the water buzzing out your own thoughts, and eventually you feel numb to the heat.

your tears are mixing with the water dripping down your face, and you can barely hear your cries over the sound of it hitting the floor. 

but you don’t hear him come home, either. and you don’t hear him when he knocks on the door, trying to check on you before he opens the door. you’ve been in there for longer than normal, and he's started to get worried.

“y/n?” he whispers and you look up at him, looking horrified as if you’ve been caught in the act. “what are you doing?” he’s kneeling at the side of the bathtub, hands resting on the edge like he wants to reach out, put his hands above your head and stop the water from falling on you. his tone isn’t accusatory at all, he’s looking at you, face tense with worry and love, and his lip is trembling like he wants to cry with you.

“i’m–” you’re broken off by your own sob as you press your palms into your eyes, trying to stop your tears.

you feel his hand gently wrap around your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face and he’s looking at you with all the care in the world, but that only makes you tear up more. “i’m sorry, kou.”

“for what?” his own voice cracks with how low he’s talking, as if the air between them is fragile.

another cry escapes your chest and that seems to be his breaking point as his arms wrap around you, pulling you to his chest. you try to push back, “kou, you’ll get wet–”

“that doesn’t matter, y/n. you’re the only thing that matters right now,” he whispers, and you can hear how fast his heart is beating. and his grip doesn’t let up, so you let him hold you, taking in deep breaths as you both sit there until you calm down and he lets you pull away.

“i didn’t mean to worry you, kou. i’m sorry you walked in on me like this,” you apologize quietly, looking down at your own clothes, dark and completely soaked. “i was just– feeling overwhelmed, i don’t know. and i came in here so i couldn’t hear anything else.”

“that’s okay,” he reassures, making you look back at him. “that’s always okay. would it be alright for me if i made you tea? do you want to try and take a shower? or maybe just a bath? i can help you start one, and i’ll come back so you’re not alone.”

his words make your bottom lip quiver again, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “that would be nice, kou. thank you so much.”

he helps you out of the bathtub, letting you sit on the counter in a towel while he runs a bath, and after you promise him it’ll be okay, he leaves you to make you a mug of tea. he’s been attentive to you since the day you met him, when he started his list of things that make you happy to look back to when he needed it. by this point, he never looks at the list anymore. he can recite it from memory, and he knows just what to do whenever you’re hurting.

he will be at your side for whatever you need, he will sit on the floor next to you while you take your bath, holding your hand and letting you know you’re there. when you’re ready to get up, he will help you get out. if you’re feeling too weak to stand up yourself, he will be there to catch you and help you stand up. he will grab you a clean change of clothes and wait patiently for you to dress before he holds your hand, grabbing your mug with the other one and leading you to the couch. he will let you lay on him, he’ll place his arms around you, and kiss your head as you pick something to watch. he will be there to distract you from your thoughts, and he will always be there to love you even when you don’t feel deserving of it.

kiyoomi.

"wasn't that the definition of home? not where you are from, but where you are wanted."

this place was becoming too much.

too much.

too much.

this was not a home. and you ran from it. you’d thrown on the first pair of shoes you saw and ran out with tears in your eyes. no keys, no food, nothing but your phone. it’s cold outside, and the frost makes you aware of hot your entire body is, and you think of sitting down, and lying on the cold sidewalk, maybe staying there, but you keep running. because you know where you're going.

when you show up at his door, breathing hard and tears rolling down your face, he pulls you inside immediately, closing the door behind you. he’s holding your face immediately, concern lacing his eyes as he wipes away the tears escaping your eyes, one after the other. “what happened? what’s wrong?” he asks immediately, leading you by the hand to his kitchen, pulling out a chair for you to sit at, finding a blanket to wrap around you before he stands next to you.

“what do you want? let me make you something. tea?” he suggests, and you nod, wiping away the tears falling off your face.

he places the steaming mug in front of you before sitting next to you, holding your hands between his, trying to warm them up. “what happened, love? talk to me,” he urges again, now that you’ve had time to calm down.

“it was–” you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing, willing yourself to calm down, “it was just being there. at that house. it was too much. there was fighting and–” the rest of your words get lodged in your throat, but he doesn’t push you. he only hums in acknowledgment of your words, smoothing your hair down with his hand comfortingly. “it was going so well,” you whisper, ignoring the way your voice cracks. “today was nice. and then they ruined it,” you let out a shaky breath, blinking away the tears welling up in your eyes. “i’m sorry i showed up here without saying anything, i didn’t know where else to go. i–” you look up at him, a sob escaping you as you talk, “why do i feel like this? what did i do wrong?”

“you didn’t do anything, love,” he answers, holding your gaze. “you did nothing wrong. you came here because you feel safe, and i’m glad you came. you’ve been pushing this all down for so long it’s all coming out at once. and you’ll be okay. i’ll be right here with you until it's over. and even after that. i'll be here for you whenever you need it.”

he has an arm around you, pulling you close and you let your head rest on his shoulder. “is it okay if i stay here for a little bit?”

“of course, love. you’re welcome to stay here for as long as you need.”

[way-too-addicted-to-anime]

Captain appreciation👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

It's open! I would like a soulmate au with our lovely captains?

my dear anon do you have any idea how long I have been waiting for someone to request for a soulmate au? a while. BLESS YOU AND I GET TO WRITE FOR MY FAVOURITE CAPTAINS! I hope you don’t mind me writing for Daichi, Oikawa, Kuroo and Bokuto only? if you’d like more captains, don’t be shy and hit me up with more!!

DAICHI:

COUNTDOWN CLOCK AU - BUT YOUR CLOCK IS COUNTING DOWN TOO FAST (in a public area)

Everyone was born with a countdown on their wrists. The moment you came out, all sticky with blood and bawling was when the countdown started. It was a pretty intimidating number in the beginning, that counted down from years.

On the first day of kindergarten, everyone was comparing their countdown imprinted within their wrists. Some of them had a shorter time compared to others, and it seemed that everyone else would be meeting their soulmates in junior high whilst you had to wait until high school. You never really gave much thought to the countdown clock, for when the time comes, you’ll definitely find your soulmate.

However, it was when everyone started pairing up with their soulmates was when the nagging feeling of jealousy began setting in. You watched as your best friends soon spent less time with you and with their soulmates instead, and went on per say double dates together. Your parents too met each other in junior high - so why did you have to wait until high school? But you were a patient person, by nature and so you waited till high school.

Come third year high school where you have managed to find a friend who still had their countdown clock running. The two of you had similar times which was one of the reasons why the two of you started talking but over time, found similar interests and hobbies. However, as similar as the two of you may be, she was definitely more of a party animal compared to you. With close contacts from a notorious party school, Johzenji, you had reluctantly tagged along with her to one of their parties.

“_______, loosen up! You’re in your third year of high school - let’s party!” she dragged you around in circles until you were dizzy and unable to decline her offer.

Unlike most of the small reserved parties you had been to, you definitely knew that you were not going to get away by wearing a simple top and jeans. Instead, she had other ideas for you. “No way in hell am I letting you go out with that!” she pointed at your simple getup of a flowy top and skinny jeans. It was comfortable and casual.

“What’s wrong with what I’m wearing?”

“We’re talking about Johzenji hello? You need to spice it up!” she hopped off your bed, rummaging through her bag. “I knew something like this would happen.” After minutes of rummaging, she pulled out a fairly decent mini black dress and tossed it in your direction.

It was a decent length which surprised you, for you had originally thought the dress was going to be shorter than it actually was. It stopped just in the middle of your thighs, swished comfortably and showed off your fairly decent assets. Thankfully, she was allowing you to get away with minimal makeup and within half an hour you found yourself in the middle of Johzenji’s wild parties.

Naturally, the atmosphere was lively and full of teenage hormones especially. The loud pounding bass of the music drummed in your ears and you wondered how did anyone survived a party without going deaf? The dance floor was a mess. “I’m just going to get a drink!” you yelled over some obnoxious pop song to your best friend who had already found herself a dancing partner. You recognised the person dancing with her in an instant.

Terushima Yuuji, the current captain of the Johzenji volleyball team, host of this particularly wild party and also your cousin. You were pleasantly surprised that he was studying within your region but never really gave much thought in meeting up with him. Instead, you left him with a warning look over your best friend before slinking out of the mosh pit of bodies to find some fresh air.

Suddenly, there was a shock within your wrist and you quickly stared down at it. The crappy flashing lights made it rather difficult to watch the time on your wrist but you knew something was happening.

Your soulmate was nearby.

Staring back at the mosh pit of bodies, your heart sank to the floor, knowing that it would be physically impossible for you to find your soulmate in a scenario like this. Why the hell did the gods think this was a great place for you to find your soulmate? The countdown had not ended yet, instead, it was counting down rapidly, faster than it normally would and you were frantic, pushing through sweaty bodies trying to find your soulmate.

You almost made it out of the mosh pit when someone who seemingly had two left feet tripped you just as you were exiting the group of bodies. Just before your face made impact to the ground, a pair of sturdy arms stopped you from falling to your demise (an exaggeration) and helped you back to your feet. As the two of you made eye contact, the countdown stopped, dissolving away in your skin.

“Hi..” You mustered after staring at the man before you for a while. He had dark chocolate eyes to match his hair (even the terrible light can’t hide how good looking he was). “Uh, thanks for saving me.”

“Not a problem.” he answered, giving you a small smile. “So I’m assuming that your countdown had just stopped rather abruptly?”

You chuckled then nodded. “You could say it has. __________, a pleasure.”

“Sawamura Daichi, nice to meet you, soulmate.”

OIKAWA:

AU WHERE INJURIES THAT HAPPEN TO YOUR SOULMATE APPEARS ON YOU (cr: jensendaddy)

You stared at the now reddish tint that was glowing on your palm, sighing at it. It was painful, but you had grown accustomed to it. Along with the other injuries and pain that you experience on a daily basis. You shook your head, ready to give your soulmate a piece of your mind when you met them. You knew they were a volleyball player, from the bruises on your arms, sometimes on your face and the hand.

You had already known your soulmate was a volleyball player at a young age - however, you had never bothered trying to find them. What’s the point of trying to find a soulmate? But as time passed and your friends found their soulmates, sharing injuries together and treating each other’s injuries, you couldn’t help but feel a little jealous of their relationship. You wanted to know who this mystery volleyball player was, as it was because of them that you had to wear a knee brace in your right knee where your soulmate had badly injured himself.

“You’re an idiot for not trying to find him, you know ______.” your best friend scolded. “If I were you, I’d be at the gym every day trying to find this idiot who gave you that knee injury and give him a piece of my mind.”

“It’s okay I guess. At least I get excused from sports.” you mumbled, returning to your book. You had always preferred books over sports, which was another reason why you didn’t bother about finding your soulmate, because you two are such polar opposites there was no way the two of you could work. However, it was after all in the gods decisions for the two of you to be soulmates and there was no denying fate.

Enter third year and your best friend still wouldn’t let you go for not finding your soulmate. She constantly nagged at you on a daily basis to go to the school’s gym but you would always find an excuse not to watch the volleyball players practice. But today, there was no avoiding the gym because there had been rumours of Karasuno High coming for a practice match. You knew the captain from Karasuno High briefly from junior high but parted ways for high school and never talked to each other again. You were curious to find out how he looked.

Seijoh was losing to Karasuno, you couldn’t believe it! You were too engrossed in the match to try searching for your soulmate, as none of them could be your soulmate. Firstly, it was because watching the way the ball impacted their arms as they received it, would’ve made you feel the pain and yet you were feeling no pain, which ruled out all the volleyball players on the court. “See, my mystery volleyball player is not here.” you told your best friend, resting your chin in your hand as you watched the game from the sides.

Karasuno’s captain seemed to have shaped up pretty well from when you last saw him from junior high. Even though it has been a couple of years since the two of you saw each other, you were still able to recognise him. The two of you had a curt chat before returning to your seats to watch the match unfold.

You were not friends with any of the third year volleyball players because firstly, they were intimidating, especially the ace: Iwaizumi Hajime. Surprisingly enough, your best friend had the honour of being his soulmate and she gushed on a daily basis. “I wonder who’s Oikawa’s soulmate.” you heard your best friend sigh. You looked to the left to see lady charmer Oikawa Tooru strutting into the gym, with his jacket loosely around his shoulders and a gaggle of fangirls gushing.

“Oikawa-senpai!” your underclassman squealed. You couldn’t help but notice the white knee brace he wore on his right knee and touched your knee consciously. Could it be? Nah, it’s just a coincidence, right?

You watched him warm up effortlessly and as Karasuno thought they were about to win the second set, Oikawa was switched in. The atmosphere in the court changed, everyone knew Oikawa was Seijoh’s official setter and boy was he good at his position. However, he was brought in as a server and you touched your palm, waiting for the pain. Oikawa spun the ball in between his palms and bounced it on the floor. Tossing the ball up with grace, he broke into a run and you immediately felt a slight amount of pressure on your right knee. With a light jump, he smacked the ball across the court and there was a searing pain on your palm.

You were Oikawa’s soulmate.

“Knew it.” your best friend smirked. “Hikari owes me mochi. Do you want me to stay after practice?”

“Sure. You’re just excited because now you can double date.” you nudged your best friend who giggled to herself.

“You said it, not me!” she sang in a singsong voice. The match finished up and both teams bowed in respect and Karasuno headed back. Seijoh’s first years began cleaning up quick but Oikawa and Iwaizumi were still practicing. Your best friend ran over to her soulmate slash boyfriend and patted his arm fondly and you tagged along awkwardly.

Oikawa was busy practicing some jump serves while Iwaizumi chatted with your best friend. He snuck glances to his best friend every once in a while. “Damn it Shittykawa, you’re gonna injure yourself! And your soulmate.” Iwaizumi reprimanded as Oikawa slammed a pretty hard ball. You clutched your hand and tried to hide the pain. It’ll be a little too awkward to announce that you were Oikawa’s soulmate.

However, Oikawa kept practicing and Iwaizumi gave him a slap on his back. “Shit!” you swore loudly, jumping forward at the pain and the two boys stared at you.

“Oh shit Shittykawa.” Iwaizumi swore.

Oikawa rubbed his back but stared at you carefully. “I’m guessing you’re my soulmate?” he asked, walking up to you sheepishly. You nodded, unable to form proper sentences from the pain just now. “I am so sorry for all the injuries that I have caused you over the years.” he apologised quickly.

Iwaizumi and your best friend had disappeared, leaving the two of you in the gym alone. “It’s okay, it’s made me tougher and more resistant to pain. I’m sorry that I am so clumsy and often end up with too many clumsy bruises.” you apologised as well, blushing as you did.

“I’m assuming you have a knee brace too?” Oikawa asked and you nodded. “Damn me and my insane passion. How are you coping?”

“It’s bad but hey, I get into more accidents on a daily basis trying to navigate my way around, so that’s equally as bad.” you made light of the situation. “I’m __________. Nice to meet you, soulmate.”

“Oikawa Tooru. A pleasure to be yours.”

BOKUTO:

AU WHERE YOU ARE BORN WITH HETEROCHROMIA - ONE EYE COLOUR DIFFERENT THAN THE OTHER AND YOUR OTHER EYE COLOUR IS YOUR SOULMATE’S AND WHEN YOU TWO MEET, YOUR EYES RETURN TO NORMAL (cr: werewolfzero)

You were always born like this. One eye a dull, plain hazel brown whilst the other was a brilliant gold that often glinted under the sun. You remembered looking back at your reflection for the first time and knowing how royally screwed you were because: who the heck had eyes like that? Your parents however, had one of the easiest eyes to find in your opinion, your mother having a brilliant blue whilst your father an emerald green. It was unique, yet common, unlike this stupid gold looking ones.

There were lots of teasing at school, especially by your friends whom had already found their soulmates. It was easy for them, and should be easy for you as you lived in a small town. Surely the gods above would match you with someone within your town, right? But that hope soon diminished when you graduated junior high and with most of your friends already paired up with their soulmates, planning for their futures.

“I heard she still doesn’t have a soulmate.”

“How unlucky. I mean look at those gold eyes! How could anyone find a soulmate with such unique traits?”

“It’s so sad. I’m glad I found mine.”

Whispers like these filled your daily life and you slowly began to lose hope in this soulmate thing. You started to think that you actually did have heterochromia and you will never ever find your soulmate.

However, there was a turn of events when your parents were relocated to Tokyo. Your father worked as a university lecturer and he had been wanted by a university in Tokyo for quite a while but he had rejected as he didn’t want to move you in the middle of your junior high. But your father had only begun his relocation in the beginning of your third year which made matters worse because you had to endure two years of slight teasing and whispers about not having a soulmate.

Tokyo, was a beautiful city. You had expected to be living in the direct hub but you were slightly disappointed when you had to live in the suburbs area of Tokyo. However, the bustling hub was just a few train rides away which cheered you up. Lying in your bed, you looked at your new uniform that lay before you. It was much simpler compared to your old school, with a white collared shirt, grey blazer and a black skirt. You also had a ribbon which was all good.

The night before you began your first day at Fukurodani Academy, you tossed and turned. What if you couldn’t find your soulmate at Fukurodani? What if you were destined to never ever find your soulmate? Hell, what if your soulmate lived half across the world? Thoughts like those flooded your mind but you soon fell into a deep slumber, the thoughts disappearing into the pool of dreams.

“Nervous?” your father asked as he walked you to the school. It had been a while since your father had walked you to school, for you would usually walk with your best friend back home. It was an odd feeling but you liked it all the same. It brought back memories from kindergarten and those were the good days where soulmates were disregarded.

“I just hope to find my soul mate here, that’s all.” you answered truthfully, tugging at your skirt.

Your father chuckled. “You and your soulmate talk. Give it time ______. You’ll find them.” your father reassured, kissing the top of your forehead. “Take care!”

You nodded, grateful for his blessing. But within the first few minutes of stepping into the school compound, your father’s blessing seemed to have been jinxed because you heard someone yelling: ‘Watch out!’ and a volleyball smacking you right in your face. The impact of the ball was hard and you tumbled back, dropping to the ground. A collective gasp erupted amongst the students who saw the whole thing unfold. ‘Take care’? Yeah right. You had already made a fool of yourself at your new school and to make matters worse, blood was pouring out of your nose.

Someone was running in your direction, spiky silver grey hair was all you can make out from the blur. There were a few other heads following the person as they crouched around you. “I am so sorry! Are you alright?”

“No she’s not alright Bokuto-san, her nose is bleeding.” another voice spoke, lifting your chin up. He whipped out a packet of tissues from his pocket and passed it to you. You were still seeing stars as you twisted the tissue paper and carefully placed it up your nose to stop the bleeding. “Someone get her an ice pack.”

You laid on the ground for quite a long time, as the group of boys helped you to stop the bleeding. The one who offered you the tissues, Akaashi, as you had gotten to know was your underclassman and it was his captain that had accidentally sent the ball in your direction. The team gathered around you in a collective silence, eyeing you up and down. You noticed some of them had mismatched eyes like yours and instantly knew that they were wondering if you were their soulmate. But when all their eyes registered yours, they groaned quietly to themselves and crossed their arms, whispering amongst themselves.

The captain, or Bokuto-san, was all you knew, rushed back with an ice pack after an agonising wait. You had already gone through five packets of tissues in which you promised to pay them back and the bleeding still wouldn’t stop. “Crap I am so sorry for hitting you with the ball, I didn’t even see you there dear God, please forgive me.” he babbled, fumbling with the ice pack.

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said quietly.

“Yes Akaashi?” he turned his head to your underclassman. The two of you had yet to make eye contact and you were curious about his eye colour.

“There’s a small cut in between her eyes, there may be a bruise there so placed the ice pack there.” Akaashi explained. He looked you in the eye and gave you an odd nod of his head. You raised an eyebrow. What was he playing at?

“Thanks Akaashi!” Bokuto-san replied and patted his underclass man’s back with pride. He returned back to your face, and that’s when both your eyes met. You saw his left eye, that beautiful shade of gold that glinted under the sun. And his right eye was the chocolate hazel shade that you knew was yours. The female’s original eye colour was always on the right and the male’s on the left. And you watched as that hazel colour of yours faded away and shimmered into that brilliant gold. You blinked your eyes and suddenly realised, you had found your soulmate.

“We’ll just leave it to you ace!” the team whistled as they got up to leave. You stared back at the now matching golden eyes and gasping in disbelief. You couldn’t believe it! Just this morning you wished that you could meet your soulmate, and now you did.

“Bokuto Koutarou.” he introduced himself once the two of you stopped admiring each other’s eyes. “Um, I’m very sorry about hitting you with the ball.”

“________. And that’s okay. Who knew I would be meeting my soulmate over a volleyball?” you chuckled, shaking his hand.

Patience truly is a virtue.

KUROO:

AU WHERE YOU EACH HAVE NECKLACES THAT GROW WARMER WHEN YOU GET CLOSER AND COLDER WHEN APART; AND THEY BOTH FIT (cr: psyducked)

From the first day you are born, you were already born with a tiny charm clasped within your fingers. Everyone was born with a charm within their palms and it was up to them to decide how they were going to wear it. “It’s how you’re going to find your soulmate.” your mother had explained from a young age, tying the charm into a fashionable necklace with brown string and twine.

Your mother told stories about how she found your father, her soulmate, in high school. “You see, your father was a volleyball player and he had the greatest hair ever.” she would swoon telling the story over and over again and your father would kiss her cheeks whilst you squealed in disgust. “My friends were constantly dragging me to the gym to watch them practice and every time I attended, this necklace grew warmer but I never gave much thought because it was the gym - it was bound to be hot. But one day, somehow, your father sent a volleyball straight in my direction and I smacked it away quickly, and he ran up to me and that’s when I realised my necklace has been heating up ever since I stepped into the gym.”

Your mother ended the story with how they ended up going on a date at the ice skating rink and she would be in a lovestruck mood throughout the whole day. As a young girl, you grew up listening to that story, hoping that you’ll find your soulmate as cute as your mother does - or even cuter, for your future children. Most adults confessed that they found their soulmates in high school or even university but it seemed as if all of your friends had found their soulmates already - and you were in junior high. How was it possible that all of them had already found their soulmates?

“Keep your chin up darling. You’ll find your soulmate.” your mother would tell you as she kissed your forehead lifted your chin up whenever you told her about how your friend found her soulmate today. Your stone was always cold, which dampened your hopes slightly because everyone’s was always so warm.

Flash forward, you were about to start high school but you were moving to Tokyo. It was a hard time, trying to argue with your parents and convincing them to stay because what if your soulmate was right here in this town (but even you knew it was unlikely because it was stone cold) wherever you went. “Chin up darling.” your mother smiled, lifting your chin up the way she did when you were a kid.

You forced a smile on your lips throughout the journey to Tokyo. It was painful to leave the little town but even you knew it was impossible to find your soulmate in a tiny town like that - but the chances of finding your soulmate in Tokyo was even slimmer, because Tokyo was a metropolis for god’s sake! You were starting to think it was impossible to actually find your soulmate as your charm grew cold against your skin.

The first day of high school rolled along and you were a bundle of emotions. There was excitement yet nervousness swirling around in your mind. Your mother was to be a teacher at Metropolitan Nekoma High which undoubtedly, landed you a spot in the school. It was a little awkward to be walking alongside your mother to school because most of the high schoolers walked to school by themselves but you still stuck to your mother closely because Tokyo was a huge city compared to where you had lived.

“I’ll be heading off to the office now.” your mother said, straightening your collar and tugging your skirt a little lower. You smiled and hitched your skirt back to its original length. “Take care, alright?” she kissed your forehead and walked off in the direction of the teachers’ office. As you had arrived with your mother for a tour during the break, you already knew the ropes of the school, however stuck along with orientation as it was key. Many of the students seemed to know each other from middle school, as they stuck together in groups of threes and fours chatting together happily.

You sighed quietly to yourself, knowing that you’re the odd one out. A hand tapped your back and you spun around quickly, your charm bouncing against your chest in coldness. Knowing that it isn’t your soulmate, you quickly dismissed soulmate thoughts and focus on making friends. A tiny petite female, almost your size with long black hair stood above you. “Is this seat taken?” she asked quietly.

“Not at all!” you answered in a chirpy voice. It’s better to have a friend on your first day than none at all. “I’m _______.”

She replied with a smile. “Yukine Hikari.” shaking your hand.

The two of you eventually became best friends, lasting beyond first year. Enter third year and the two of you were closer than ever, sharing the mutual feeling of trying to find your soulmates as the two of you have yet to find any. Often, your charm will feel warm in class, but you had dismissed the feeling, as only when it feels searing hot will you actually know the person was your soulmate.

“Want to see the volleyball members practice today?” Yukine asked, leaning on your table as you opened up your lunch. You raised an eyebrow at her sudden interest in the male’s volleyball team.

“Why?”

“No particular reason, it’s just Fukurodani’s playing against Nekoma today.” she twirled her hair, swiping a piece of sausage from your lunch. “And I know you have a crush on one of their members.”

You scoffed and rolled your eyes. “As if, come on Yukine, we all know it’s you that has a crush on their captain.”

Yukine winked and shoved you lightly. “Please?”

“Alright.”

As the clock chimed four, you barely had enough time to pack your things as Yukine was bouncing excitedly outside your class. Being in the college prep class, you took your studies seriously and so did the rest of the class and the teachers. Your mother, who was the teacher, was being particularly annoying today by holding your class back but there was something in her eyes that made you slightly uneasy. Announcing the dismissal of your class, she snapped her fingers and called you to the front of the class. Almost everyone knew she was your mother and yet they were not jealous as she placed harder and higher expectations on you.

“Mom…” you dragged your speech. “Yukine really wants to go watch the volleyball match today, please let me off early.”

Your mother chuckled and patted your back. “You took the words right out of my mouth.” she giggled. “I’m working in late today, so by the time the match finishes, come straight to my office and we’ll go for dinner together. If I’m later than usual, I’ll text you.” she straightened your collar yet again. “Have fun!”

Her words barely registered in your mind as Yukine politely bowed to your mother, hastily grabbing your wrist and practically running down the corridors. “Come on _______-chan!”

“Slow down Yukine-chan! It’s not like they have started anything yet.” you tried catching up with your speedy best friend. The two of you arrived at the gym, panting heavily. You felt your charm warm inside your uniform but dismissed it as your body heating up due to the pace you were running. The boy’s volleyball team had simply ended their warmups and Fukurodani was in the other half of the court, warming up as well. “So we all know you have a crush on their captain, he’s right there talking to Kuroo.”

“As if I’m walking up to those two!” she shoved your shoulder. She snuck a look at Fukurodani’s captain, holding her charm tightly against her wrist as she had decided to wear it as a bracelet. “It’s getting warmer you know.”

“Mine too.” you confessed. Yukine gasped.

“It’ll be really cool if our soulmates were the captains!” she squealed a little too loudly. You quickly clasped a hand over her mouth.

“Not so loud!” you hissed. “Besides, that’s going to take a whole lot of fate for that to happen.”

“It’s such a nice thought though.” she sighed, staring at Bokuto. Her crush began when Fukurodani practiced with Nekoma in their first year and it has been two years and she still hadn’t mustered up the courage to talk to the captain. “Hey, if that happens, I’ll buy you ramen, what do you say to that bet?”

You smirked. “Deal.” slapping her hand in agreement as the two of you watched.

Your charm grew warmer and warmer during the match but you were still unable to pinpoint who your soulmate was. It could be anybody in the vicinity of the gym - from the third to even a first year. But the gods weren’t that evil to pair you up with a first year, right? By the end of the match, Nekoma was close to bagging the match with a win but Bokuto, racked up a point to a deuce between the two schools.

As the match ended, with Fukurodani winning their final set, Nekoma and Fukurodani both shook hands and began cooling down. Yukine began slowly getting up from her seat and you quickly grabbed her wrist. “What are you doing?” you whispered.

“I’m going to talk to Fukurodani’s manager.” she winked. You watched her effortlessly hop off the stands and walked up to their one of their managers who was coincidentally talking to their captain. You saw the whole thing unfold, the moment when she was side by side with their captain, both their expressions changed. ‘No way.’ you mouthed. She waved at you excitedly, jumping up and down and you hurried and walked in her direction.

“I cannot believe this!” she exclaimed, holding your hand tightly and you hugged her. There was a slight twinge of jealousy that she had found her soulmate, who was currently talking animatedly to Kuroo with their setter next to him. Suddenly, it was not only your best friend who felt their charm heating up, it was yours. You looked up to see Bokuto, Kuroo and their setter walking up.

“It’s her Kuroo, I found her!” Bokuto exclaimed to Kuroo happily. Your charm began heating up violently and you stared at the other two guys in front of you. Which one was it?  “What a shame she’s in your school.”

“Is it just me, or is it really really warm in here?” Kuroo suddenly asked, cooling himself down by tugging at his t-shirt. Yukine gasped and nudged you, hard.

“Uh, post match sweatiness?” you suggested. Although Kuroo was in your class, and was one of the top mind you, the two of you had never conversed with each other.

“For goodness sake.” Yukine pulled your necklace out to see it glowing orange. Bewildered, Kuroo pulled his out too, an identical orange glow. “I cannot believe this.” Yukine’s jaw dropped. Fukurodani’s setter, Akaashi Keiji, had slowly slunk out of the scene leaving the four of you together. “Oh my God _______, this is exactly like your mother’s story!”

Kuroo raised an eyebrow. “Your father’s a volleyball player too?” You nodded, still shocked that both your soulmates were the freaking captains. What was even more surprising was the fact that you and your mother had identical soulmates and found your soulmates in the exact same way.

“I think she’s at a loss for words.” Yukine chuckled, patting your shoulder. “Hey, it’s a Friday night, and I promised _____-chan that I’ll buy her ramen, what do you say we all go out for ramen tonight and maybe sort of get to know each other?”

Bokuto and Kuroo whooped in idea and excused themselves to return to the team. Yukine smiled and tugged at your cheeks. “I should be a fortune teller.”

“I still cannot believe.” you stared at your charm in awe. You quickly pulled out your phone to text your mother about your dinner plans.

YOU: Mom, I’ll be going out with Yukine tonight. We both found our soulmates!!

MOM: That’s great honey! Who is your soulmate?

YOU: … Kuroo

MOM: Ah, I had a gut feeling. Tell me all about it tonight, stay safe! :)

You smiled to yourself, hurrying to catch up with Yukine’s pace. Dinner tonight will be interesting.