#filed under: karasuno

[weathertheraine]

Pirate AU!! Thank you @stringofturtles for watching OFMD S1 with me and re-igniting my Pirate Emotions so I had the motivation to finish this. The first sketches have been sitting in my files for months so please forgive the fact that they look different skdfjh.

More fleshed out AU details under the cut !! :D

- The kids are a little older than canon - the third years in their early 20s - but the story still starts with the second and third years as an established crew who then pick up the first years and the coaches.

- Daichi as a Captain is of course very much like he is in canon. He works very hard to take care of his crew and takes on a huge responsibility for providing for them (as well as making sure they don’t die in idiotic ways). Suga is First Mate so it’s his job to make sure DAICHI is okay and not worrying himself to death. He also has a good handle on morale/the emotional state of the crew.

- Asahi is the first line of offence when dealing with other ships. He doesn’t like actually hurting people, but he’s good at breaking ranks and barrelling through defences to get hold of whatever Karasuno needs. He was ‘off the team’ and out of commission for a little while after he lost his hand (not seeing combat while he was in recovery, and needing to build up his courage again). Noya played a huge part in helping him back onto his feet, and has been kind of protective ever since.

- Noya’s job is to make sure the ship isn’t boarded, so he very rarely leaves it.

- Ennoshita and Kiyoko work together as navigators and managing the little money the crew has. Ennoshita is the only crew member in the beginning who can kind-of read (Kiyoko can only read a little), and they work a lot with maps and planning out journeys.

- Tanaka is great at intimidating opponents. His eyepatch is totally for show - he thinks it makes him look cooler and scarier. His parrot doesn’t often co-operate with him.

- Narita and Kinoshita take care of maintenance and supplies and making sure there isn’t gunpowder anywhere there shouldn’t be, as well as things like fraying rigging and rotting boards/canons secure and the like. Of course, things like that are everyone’s responsibility, but these two consider is theirs particularly. It’s thankless work but the boat would definitely have burned down by now if not for them.

- Enter the first years!

- Kageyama is a prodigy swordsman with a huge reputation as a lethal pirate, although most people who spread those rumours don’t realise he’s as young as he is. He was marooned by his previous crew for being a controlling Captain (who should never have been captain in the first place, having only his fighting talent as the real reason).

- Hinata recently ran away from home to “become a pirate” without much of an idea what that actually entailed, and ran into Kageyama without knowing his reputation. All he knew was that this guy was incredible fighter, and he demanded that he teach him to fight! He now won’t leave him alone.

- Tsukishima ran away as a very young child in an attempt to find Akiteru, whose sailing ship was attacked and lost at sea. He fell in with pirates along with Yamaguchi (who was picked up after surviving a shipwreck), and the pair ended up sticking together as they bounced from ship to ship, ready to run whenever it seemed like tensions were getting high. They (read: tsukki) are going to need to break this habit, if they’re going to be a real part of this new crew.

- Tsukishima and Yamaguchi can’t sleep if they’re not in the same hammock. Embarrassing. The reason Yamaguchi was so tiny as a little kid is that he didn’t get enough food. Tsukishima still tries to sneak him extra (and gets in trouble with Daichi).

- Tadashi ends up as a sharpshooter, one of the few kids who’s confident using a pistol

- Hinata and Kageyama spar together all the time. It’s GOING to end in a make-out the first time Hinata successfully beats him.

- Neither of them have noticed that Tanaka’s eyepatch switches sides.

- Yachi is picked up when the crew stop in a bar in her town. She’s a better-off girl, about to be talked into an politically advantageous marriage, and desperately wants to get out of her situation. “Running away with pirates” was admittedly pretty drastic, but anything sounds like a good idea when Hinata suggests it so sincerely!!

- Ukai is a washed up older pirate, without a crew. Takeda is a very unlucky literature teacher who just happened to be on a sea voyage. They both ended up taken as hostages by the same (meaner) pirate crew, who were then stolen by the Karasuno kids. Although, it’s kind of unclear at this point whether they’re actually prisoners… They’re being treated very nicely (especially Sensei) and are in danger of getting attached…

[bananawafers]

Hey, hope u doing good!

What about a little scenario about Ukai getting all nervous about another female coach?? Like she’s really stoic and concentrated and doesn’t notice him much at first, but at the end of the game he start like shouting for karasuno and she sees him and finds him kinda cute. And whatever happens after is up to you!

Hope that’s not too much detail🧍‍♀️

Oh I love this idea. Thank you! I hope you don’t mind I added some light spice hehe

Discipline - Ukai Keishin x Fem! Reader

It's a late spring evening, and the local pre-season tournament is in full swing. As the head coach of your team, you arrive at the gym with a sense of determination. The air is crisp with the promise of warmer days ahead, and the gymnasium echoes with excited chatter as spectators file in to watch the matches. Inside, the players stretch and warm up, eager to showcase their skills on the court. You know that tonight's match against the "dream team" Karasuno will be a true test of your team's abilities, and you're determined to lead them to victory. In need of a moment to gather your thoughts, you step outside to catch some fresh air. As you make your way to the entrance, you spot a familiar figure leaning against the wall, his silhouette illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light. With a slight smirk, you rest a hand on your hip and approach him.

There he is, Ukai Keishin, the formidable coach of Karasuno High (and your sworn enemy) taking a smoke break in the calm before the storm. His presence exudes a sense of confidence, but there's an underlying tension in the air as you draw near.

"Mind if I join?" you ask, your voice cutting through the silence of the evening.

Ukai looks up, a hint of surprise flickering across his features before he quickly regains his composure. "Go ahead," he replies, gesturing with his cigarette.

You settle beside him, and silence settles between you, broken only by the distant sounds of the bustling gymnasium. You take a deep breath, relishing the quiet moment before the chaos of the match consumes you.

And then, with a casual glance in his direction, you decide to break the ice. "Impressive team you have in there," you remark, your tone laced with admiration. He glances at you with distrust in his eyes.

"But discipline is what truly sets us apart."

He arches an eyebrow. “Is that so?”

You shrug matter-of-factly, crossing your arms. It’s the key to dominating the court.”

He scoffs, shakes his head, and takes a slow drag of his cigarette. “I’ll show you discipline,” He mutters under his breath.

Just then, the referees blow the whistle from inside, signaling the official start of the team warmups. Determined to get under his skin, you lean in and pluck the cigarette from his mouth. "I’ll hold you to that. See you on the court," you say with a smirk, dropping the cigarette into the gravel beside your foot and stomping it out before walking inside.

•••

As the time for the match draws near, you and Ukai find yourselves standing face to face, following the customary tradition of wishing each other luck before the game. With a sense of anticipation hanging in the air, you extend your hand, ready to shake his in a show of sportsmanship.

Ukai accepts the gesture, his grip firm yet surprisingly gentle. A beat passes and you attempt to draw your hand away, but he tightens his hold, pulling you in closer. Your breath catches in your throat as his eyes locks with yours, a flicker of intensity sparking between you.

"I'd say passion," he emphasizes, his voice low, "is what truly drives a team."

His words send a shiver down your spine. You’re briefly taken aback, and he notices. Before you can utter a response, he’s walking back to his team huddle.

•••

Throughout the match, you can feel his eyes on you, his gaze following your every move from the sidelines. His unwavering attention causes the gymnasium to feel a bit warmer than usual. But you brush it off, maintaining your composure and focus on leading your team to victory.

The game is intense, with both teams fighting tooth and nail for every point. The score remains close, keeping the tension palpable in the air. Despite the distractions, you remain steadfast in your coaching, rallying your players and guiding them with your trademark precision.

As the final whistle blows and your team emerges victorious, a sense of triumph washes over you. But before you can fully revel in the moment, Ukai approaches, his features tense with agitation.

“Aw, you’re here to congratulate me?” You place a hand playfully on your heart, as if endeared by the thought.

“Real professional of you,” he accuses. “Distracting me like that.”

You roll your eyes. “The first rule of discipline…” you look him up and down, suddenly aware of his proximity. “Pinpoint the weakness.”

His jaw tenses. You can see the frustration etched on his face, but there’s something else too— a glimmer of defiance in his eyes. Despite being bested, he meets your gaze with a challenging look, as if silently daring you to underestimate him again.

A smirk tugs at the corner of your lips. “I don’t suppose you have any other weakness I should know about?”

His gaze lingers on you, eyes full of unspoken promises. There’s a tension in the air between you, a silent acknowledgement that there would be a “rematch” of sorts… preferably with no spectators.

~~~~~

Thanks for reading! I’ve been waiting for a Ukai request, he’s sooo 😙. I’m honestly not opposed to a pt.2 if people want it. I had sm fun with this one ;))

[whymustmyfavalwaysdie]

Now I'm curious to hear more details about "the colour of her eyes" and the Haikyuu WIP! ٩(๑`∪´๑)۶

Also I forgot about "Don't trust the government, trust pasta boy" but I remember it being funny 👀✨

Listen, i have no idea what's pasta boi is about, all i remember is thats its based off a silly conversation with a friend from uni when we were in class.

The haikyuu AU : one focused on the karasuno team, and more importantly Tobio Kageyama because of a specofic OC - his neighbour has a small daughter

Luna [INSERT SURNAME] (5-6 yr old) is Kageyama's neighbours's daughter. Though they share no blood ties, kageyama has known the little girl since her birth and has always treated her like she was his niece. With her, he shares his passion for volleyball and tells her all the stories ab his teammates and the games they play.

One morning before practice, Luna's mom is called for an emergency at work and is unable to take care of Luna. Kageyama ends up taking the role of a last minute  babysitter, and has no choice but to bring the 5 year old to practice with him. This marks luna's first - and definitely not the last - encounter with the Karasuno volleyball team.

This AU is basically karasuno team adopting that baby girl and the other teams of Haikyuu series will also get to know her and she'll follow their journey all until their pro years (i think she ends up playing too).

AU created with two friends of mine @starsenet @sleepyanger

Hinata crosses his arms on his chest and raises his eyebrows at Kageyama.  “Kidnapped a child on your way to practice ?”  “Wha- no! What’s wrong with you?”  “I don’t know. What else am I supposed to think? I know you don’t have a younger sister.”  “And so the first thing you think is that I kidnapped a child???”  “Who kidnapped a child?”  Hianta whips his head around. Tsukishima and Yamaguchi have arrived too.  “Kageyama did,” Hinata deadpans  at the same time Kageyama grunts, “No one!”  Tsukishima’s lips twitch. “The king will never cease to surprise us.” 

Colour of her eyes seems to be a random WIP, I'd completely forgotten about its existence but here you go. Unsurprising plot twist, its gay.

Brown was the colour of her favourite chocolate flavoured pocky, the colour of the leather-bound books that had conquered every empty space in her room, it was also the colour of the soil of the many plants she bought on impulse over the last few months.  Brown was warm, safe and home.  And whenever she saw Anya's brown eyes, Ez wanted to drown in them forever.  She wanted to wrap herself in the warmth that took over her heart whenever Anya was near like she would Bury herself under a blanket during long winter nights. She wanted to hold her hand, to never let go. She wanted to hear all the stories Anya has to tell, wishing they'd never end. She wanted to see her smile, see her laugh, for when she did either of those things, her eyes lit up like fireworks.  "Ez, are you okay?"  Ez blinked and looked at Anya who was giving her curious - concerned - look.  Brown. So Brown.  Beautiful.  "Ez, are you Daydreaming at work again?"  "Huh? No! Never. Why would you say that"  "Yeah right. You're lucky il too nice to report you to the boss. Make sure you're done with Madox files before you leave tonight, though."  "I will, Anya!"  And as Anya exited the room, the sound of her heels slowly fading in the corridor, Ez turned her attention back to her desk and the stack of paper waiting for her. She picked her favourite pen, rolled up her sleeve and tightened her ribbon around her hair, before convincing herself that once she'd be done, she'd gather the courage to ask Anya to come have dinner with her.

There you go :3

[jasminelee324]

you’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?”>*not trying to do anything. You simply areconstant reminder of why you ended things in the first place.>>girl if u dont block this, yake your keys and file a reststraining order with the police and amd leave that man to be a ward of THE STATE AAAAND get Officer Gojo's number while you're at it!

he follows obediently, hands gripping the basket, a>>WALK HIM LIKE A DOG!what happened to that?”>>cleay the consequences of ones own actionssss???? dpmo

what makes you think i need a reason to be here?>>look whoooos orbiting around who now??? Hmmm?”you’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”but refusing to let him get under your skin like he used to.>>FINALLLLLLLLYYYYY. YN STANDING ON BUSINESS!!!!! I'M SO PROUD😭👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

his vulnerability, rare as it is, catches you off guard.>>Noooooooooooooo! Pls pls pls pls pls bookie GET UPPPPPPPPPPPP😭

a look of genuine regret.>>that's not your problem anymoreeeee

the love you’ve carried for him hasn’t disappeared>> Girl PLEASEEE go to therapy instead of back to this man, i promise it will get better🙏🏾

your chest tightens as you let out a soft, defeated sigh. “i hate that i miss you too,”>>ladies, gentlemen and tumblr shadows...i regret to inform you, we've lost another one🥲

you’ve already surrendered.>>here lies yn. She stood on business for 30 seconds and i was proud of her for all 30 of them🥲🤧😭

he knows he's won, even if just a little.>>girrrrrrlaa thats a TEXTBOOK narcissist!(i am not a mental health professional and this i not to be taken as a diagnosis for anyone. if concerned pls seek professional help) FLEE!!! 🏃🏾‍♀️ 🏃🏾‍♀️ 🏃🏾‍♀️ 🏃🏾‍♀️ RUN dont walk😭 There's still a chance for youuu!

i’ll earn your trust back, i’ll treat you right. i’ll be the one you fall back in love with.>>yap yap YAP😭.

Poor yns friends are going to have to comfort her when this man fumbles AGAINNNN

and i’ll make sure you don’t regret giving me this chance.”>>i'm tegretting this on her behalf already

💗 I can at least acknowledge that to some extent I'm just beaching and moaning. Ik at heart I'm a sukuna hater but the occasional fic does sway that, BUT THIS only reminds me of every reason behind my intinal instincts😭like Eren Yaeger himself has popped up and told me to LOCK IN!

The writing itself is absolutely beautiful though. And without a doubt goes above and beyond in its ability to evoke strong emotions and empathy for the main character. 10/10👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾👏🏾

he’s annoying, but maybe, just maybe, you’re willing to let him try.>>CHAI🙆🏿‍♀️

i won’t let you down, doll.”>>yes he will but none the less we'll chalk it up to yn's future character development arc. Possibly her villain origin story😭

pouring every unspoken promise and emotion into it>>almost had me weak in the knees. 😩🤭lemme stand up😭btwn me and yn one of us has to😭

what’s wrong with a little public display of affection>>bsff

ryou’re still a menace to society>>AND IS AND yn imma hold ur hand when I say this: yn i want you to remeber that you TOO, you're a part of socieTyyyyyyyy!

tonight’s going to be a night you’ll never forget>>me hoping this doesnt take a turn for the worse and he UNALIVES her😭😭😭ynnnn! Noooo She was so young, so free😢you’ll be missed bookie. Fly High 🕊 karasuno high!!!🏐 (im so sorry😂😂😂😭😂😂😂😂😭)

i’ve got everything planned to perfection. tonight’s going to be a night you’ll never forget.”>>im not gon' lie to some extent.....i get it BUT to do better we must first want better and i need ms.yn to have THE VERY BEST🗣which means standing in business when NECESSARYYYYY and NOT folding under pressure even as it gets worsa and kuna is the personification is WORSA

😭Idk if im happier i made through or that yn did. She dididn't t chopped up and thrown inthe teunk so a win is a win. No matter what she's still better off in your hands than what Gege would have done to her😭😭😭Ty for your time and you gift of literacy that you have chosen to share with the world. This is truly a heightened ability to make out scenes so vividly and to breathe life into the characters to the point it's like they're jumping off the page. Please never stop writing. Albeit an emotional rollercoaster it has been an utmost pleasure reading your work💗🤝

THE GIRL IS MINE : RYOMEN SUKUNA

you and sukuna have been broken up for three months, but it seems like he can’t take the break-up seriously and he tries to convince you to get back to him.

warning. non-sorcerer! sukuna, ex-boyfriend! sukuna, fluff.

it’s been three months since you broke up with sukuna, but life hasn’t gotten any easier. he’s relentless, calling and texting you as if nothing has changed. he still has a set of your keys, and although you’ve considered asking for them back, a part of you never has. instead, you just let him come and go as he pleases, all while pretending to ignore him every time he shows up uninvited.

as valentine’s day approaches, your friend asks you for a favor. she needs a gift for her boyfriend and wonders if you could pick something up for her. wanting to help, you agree and head to a nearby store, the weight of sukuna’s lingering presence dulling your mood.

the store is filled with romantic displays, everything draped in pink and red. you have a basket hooked on your arm as you wander the aisles, searching for something thoughtful and nice. you reach for a bottle of cologne, turning it in your hand, when that familiar deep voice cuts through your thoughts.

“looking for something, princess?”

your heart sinks immediately. you don’t need to turn around to know it’s him. sukuna. you grit your teeth, bracing yourself as the last thing you wanted today was for him to ruin your peace.

you slowly turn, meeting his cocky smirk. he’s standing there, casual as ever, like he’s done nothing wrong, like he hasn’t been making your life a nightmare since the breakup.

“i don’t remember inviting you into my day,” you mutter, tossing the cologne into your basket as if his presence isn’t already gnawing at you.

he chuckles, stepping closer. “you never had to. i always know where to find you.” his tone is laced with arrogance, the same arrogance that made you fall for him before you saw his darker sides. you roll your eyes, gripping the basket tighter. “what do you want, sukuna?”

he leans against the shelving, that smirk still on his lips. “just thought i’d see how my girl is doing, can a boyfriend do that?” he asks, feigning innocence. you know he’s as far from innocent as it gets. his eyes rake over you, studying you with a familiarity that makes your skin crawl. the store’s romantic atmosphere feels like a mockery with him here, tainting the air with his presence. you shift uncomfortably, trying to ignore the weight of his gaze.

you roll your eyes, already exasperated. “i’m not your girl anymore, sukuna,” you say firmly, turning your attention back to the cologne bottles in front of you. you unscrew the cap of one, taking a quick sniff, hoping to focus on anything but his presence.

sukuna doesn’t back off; he never does. leaning against the shelving, he watches you with that familiar, infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. you can feel his gaze burning into your skin, making your nerves bristle as you move from one bottle to the next, trying to act like he isn’t getting under your skin.

he lets out a low chuckle at your response, the sound sending a chill down your spine. “ah, but you’ll always be mine,” he says, a dark edge in his tone, as if it’s a warning. “you can’t just erase three years together, princess.”

he pushes off the shelving, walking towards you with an unwavering confidence. he reaches out, his fingers tracing the nape of your neck, causing you to shiver involuntarily.

his touch is possessive, just like it always was. he steps closer, his body invading your personal space. “you can pretend all you want,” he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. “but deep down, you know you miss me.”

he reaches around you, grabbing the bottle of cologne from your basket. he turns it in his hand, inspecting it with a mocking smirk. “you’re not buying this for yourself, are you?”

you look at him with a flat, unimpressed expression, resisting the urge to shove him away. his possessive touch still lingers, just like it always did, and the proximity is suffocating. “no, it’s for someone else,” you say bluntly, keeping your tone as neutral as possible. your patience is wearing thin, but you don’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing you rattled.

his smirk widens at your answer, as if he finds it amusing. he sets the bottle back in your basket, his hand still lingering. “aww, buying a gift for someone special? who is it, your little rebound?” he teases, leaning closer.

he’s intentionally trying to rile you up, and damn him, it’s working. his presence is overwhelming, and his taunts are a constant reminder of why you ended things in the first place.

sukuna’s voice drips with mockery as he steps closer, his smirk still in place. “so, this is what you’re doing now, doll? buying cheap cologne for other men?” you clench your jaw, rolling your eyes as you grip the basket a little tighter. turning to face him, your expression is flat and unbothered. “yup,” you reply sarcastically. “that’s exactly what i’m doing. must be a real shock for you.”

sukuna grins at your retort, amused by your attempt to brush him off. he takes another step forward, his face now just inches away from yours.

“oh, doll,” he says, his tone almost condescending. “i know you too well. you’re not buying that cologne for just anyone. you’re trying to make me jealous, aren’t you?” he reaches out, his finger gently tracing along your jawline, his touch sending a mixture of irritation and familiarity coursing through you.

you just sigh, turning away again. “whatever helps you sleep at night, sukuna.” you continue browsing, determined not to let him ruin your day more than he already has.

sukuna laughs, a mocking sound that irritates you even more. he follows you as you move down the aisle, his presence like an unwelcome shadow.

“oh, come on,” he says, his tone laced with mock disappointment. “you can’t even look at me anymore, princess?” he reaches out, taking the basket from your hands, forcing you to stop and face him. he holds it just out of reach, grinning down at you. “i think you miss me more than you care to admit.”

you hum in response, not even bothering to look up at him as he grins down at you. “if you say so,” you murmur, shrugging casually. you know better than to feed into his antics—he wants a reaction, and you’re not going to give him one.

instead, you let him hold the basket, walking further down the aisle and continuing your search for the gift. sukuna follows, as you expected, holding the basket just like he used to. you can't help but find the situation ironic; despite his cocky attitude, he’s the one carrying your things while you shop. in a way, it’s a win-win.

his presence might be irritating, but at least you don’t have to lug around the basket anymore. as you browse through more cologne options, you toss a few bottles into the basket without a word before moving to look for something else, fully aware that sukuna will just keep following you around like a shadow.

sukuna watches you as you wander down the aisle, his eyes studying you with a mixture of fascination and annoyance. he follows obediently, hands gripping the basket, as you add more items to it. he’s oddly compliant, and it annoys him that you’re not falling for his usual games.

“you’re not very responsive today, doll,” he comments, his tone a little harsher than usual. “not even going to give me a little fight?”

you grab a sleek watch from the display and turn to sukuna, ignoring his comment. his eyes narrow slightly in suspicion as you take his wrist, sliding the watch onto it without hesitation. he watches, surprised but intrigued, as you adjust the strap, examining how it looks on him.

“i need to buy my friend’s boyfriend a gift for valentine’s,” you say, your focus on the watch as you tilt his wrist to see how it catches the light.

the second the words leave your mouth, you don’t realize what you’ve just done—reassured his jealousy with an unintended confirmation. sukuna’s smirk returns, this time with a sharper edge. “so that’s what this is about,” he says, his voice dripping with amusement. “trying to make sure your friend's boyfriend looks as good as me, huh?”

you glance up at him, catching the glint in his eyes, but you refuse to let him rattle you. “just trying to see if the watch looks good,” you reply coolly, slipping it off his wrist. “not everything revolves around you, sukuna.”

sukuna’s smirk widens, his ego stroked by your admission. he watches as you slip the watch off his wrist, his gaze unwavering.

“aww, doll,” he coos, stepping closer to you. “you’re right, not everything revolves around me, but you used to.” he reaches out, his hand cupping your chin and forcing you to look up at him. “you used to be so focused on me. what happened to that?”

you meet his gaze, completely unimpressed by his touch, and stare at him for a moment. “you should ask yourself that,” you reply flatly, your voice carrying a note of finality. pulling your chin from his hand, you turn away without hesitation, walking toward another aisle as if his presence meant nothing.

sukuna watches you in silence for a beat, his usual cockiness lingering in the air. before turning down the next aisle, you glance over your shoulder at him, your voice casual as you ask, “what are you even doing here, anyway?” your question hangs between you both, a quiet curiosity beneath the surface.

sukuna follows you, his smirk faltering slightly at your continued disinterest. he takes a moment to answer, watching you as you browse through the aisle.

he takes a step closer, his voice low as he speaks. “i was shopping, doll. i saw you walking in and decided to come say hi,” he says, his tone betraying a hint of annoyance. he leans against the shelving, his eyes still roaming over you. “what makes you think i need a reason to be here?”

sukuna's eyes narrow as he watches you, his previous smirk replaced with a more intense gaze. the store around them seems to fade into the background as he becomes more fixated on the interaction.

his voice dropping to a low murmur. “i guess i just wanted to see how you've been doing.” he reaches out, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “you look good,” he says, his touch lingering for a moment before he withdraws his hand.

you remain focused on the items in front of you, barely acknowledging his presence even as he steps closer. his touch as he brushes the strand of hair away doesn’t faze you, though you can feel the weight of his gaze on you, more intense than before.

“i’ve been fine,” you say, your voice distant, uninterested in entertaining his attempt at a deeper conversation. you glance at him briefly, your eyes sharp but calm. “thanks for the compliment, i guess.” you shift slightly, turning away from him and continuing to browse, refusing to let him pull you back into his orbit.

sukuna's annoyance grows as he sees your dismissive attitude. he's not used to being ignored, especially by you. he watches as you turn away, his gaze following your every move.

he remains silent for a moment before speaking up again, his voice laced with frustration. “you’re still mad at me, aren’t you?” he asks, the words more of a statement than a question. he steps closer again, invading your personal space as he tries to get a reaction out of you.

you stop in your tracks and turn to face him, meeting his frustrated gaze with calm indifference. “i’m not mad at you, sukuna,” you say, your voice even and unwavering. “i just don’t see the point in acting like your girlfriend anymore, because i’m not.”

your words hang in the air, and you can see the frustration flicker in his eyes. he’s clearly not used to you being this distant, this detached. you give him a small, almost dismissive shrug before turning your attention back to the shelf. “there’s no reason for me to be mad. it’s over. simple as that.”

you grab another item, turning away from him, fully expecting him to continue trying to push your buttons, but refusing to let him get under your skin like he used to.

sukuna's frustration turns into irritation at your nonchalant response. he can’t wrap his head around your cool, almost distant demeanor. he wanted a reaction, some sign that you still felt something. but you’re not giving him anything.

he grits his teeth as you turn away, your dismissive shrug like a blade to his ego. “it’s simple, huh?” he says, his voice edged with sarcasm. he steps closer once more, his body almost brushing against yours. “if it’s so simple, then why does it feel like you’re trying to make me jealous?”

his gaze roams over you, as if searching for some kind of crack in your composure. he’s never seen you this calm, this unflustered by his attempts to get a reaction. “buying valentine’s gifts for someone else,” he continues, his tone mocking. “that’s a low blow, doll.”

you let out an exasperated sigh, turning to face him with a tired look. “i already told you, it’s for my friend’s boyfriend,” you repeat, your tone flat and dismissive. “you’re really reaching here, sukuna.“

you shake your head and turn back to browsing, not even bothering to engage with his mockery anymore. it’s clear he’s fishing for a reaction, but you’re not giving him the satisfaction. “honestly, it’s getting a little old,” you add, your voice laced with irritation.

sukuna’s frustration begins to boil over, fueled by your repeated dismissals. he steps closer again, his body almost towering over you. “it’s old?” he repeats, his voice gaining an edge of anger. “you really think you can brush me off that easily?” he moves in, his presence demanding your attention. “you can’t just act like i don’t mean anything to you,” he says, his jaw clenching. “after three years, doll, you owe me more than this.”

you look up at sukuna, meeting his intense gaze with a sigh, feeling the weight of the conversation hang between you. his usual arrogance falters as his eyes soften. his hand comes up to cup the side of your neck, his touch unexpectedly gentle.

“just… let me apologize,” he says softly, his voice losing its edge. “let me talk first. let me make things right.” his vulnerability, rare as it is, catches you off guard. you can see the tension in his jaw relax as he waits for your response, his thumb brushing lightly against your skin. the desperation to fix things, to go back to what you had, is written all over his face. you hesitate for a moment, feeling the conflicting emotions stirring inside you.

sukuna’s grip on your neck softens, his thumb tracing a gentle circle against the skin. his eyes hold a vulnerability you've rarely seen, a look of genuine regret.

he takes a moment, collecting his thoughts as he speaks. “i know i messed up,” he says, his voice softer now. “i took you for granted, doll. took us for granted.” he steps closer, his body almost brushing against yours. “but i... i miss you,” he admits, his words hanging in the air. “i want you back.”

you stare at him, searching his eyes for any hint of sincerity. the regret in his voice, the soft touch of his hand, all of it feels so unfamiliar from the sukuna you knew—yet painfully familiar at the same time. as much as you hate him for what he’s put you through, the love you’ve carried for him hasn’t disappeared. three months wasn’t nearly enough to erase the years of memories, the moments where you felt like you were his whole world.

your chest tightens as you let out a soft, defeated sigh. “i hate that i miss you too,” you admit quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, more to yourself than to him, feeling the weight of your decision as you meet his gaze again. “fine,” you say, almost as if the word leaves your lips of its own accord. “ we can talk, but this… this can’t be like before, sukuna. i won’t go back to that.” your words carry a quiet warning, but the truth is, you’ve already surrendered.

sukuna’s expression shifts, the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his lips. he recognizes the surrender in your eyes, the defeat in your voice. he knows he's won, even if just a little.

he nods, accepting your conditions, his hand still resting gently on your neck. “no,” he agrees, his voice almost a whisper. “it won’t be like before. i'll make you fall in love with me all over again.” he steps closer, his body pressing gently against yours, the heat of him sending a shiver down your spine. he leans in, his breath warm against your skin as he speaks, his words a quiet promise.

“i’ll show you that i can be better, doll,” he says, his voice soft but firm. “i’ll earn your trust back, i’ll treat you right. i’ll be the one you fall back in love with.” he pulls back, looking at you with an intense gaze. “just give me a chance.”

you frown, the familiar feeling of annoyance bubbling up inside you. sukuna always knew how to worm his way back into your life, no matter how hard you tried to push him away. and the worst part? you always let him.

you roll your eyes, letting out an irritated groan. “you’re so annoying, sukuna,” you mutter, not even bothering to hide your frustration.

without waiting for him to respond, you turn on your heel and head towards the register, your footsteps a little heavier than usual. he follows, of course, still holding the basket as if he belongs there beside you. even now, with his promises and sweet words, he’s still the same—a force of nature, barging into your life whenever he pleases. but despite the frustration, you don’t tell him to leave. you never really do.

sukuna grins as you storm off to the register, following closely behind you. he watches as you try to maintain an air of frustration, but he can see through it. after all, he knows you better than you know yourself.

he remains silent, walking beside you as you make your way to the register. he places the basket on the counter, his presence looming over you. he can see the conflicting emotions playing out on your face, and it fills him with a twisted sense of satisfaction. as you pay for your purchases, he watches, waiting for your next move.

you can feel his gaze on you as you finish paying, the weight of his presence heavy in the air. as you turn to leave, he follows, his footsteps echoing behind you.

once outside the store, the cool air does little to soothe your irritation. you pause, turning to face him, your expression still guarded. “now what?” you ask, your voice carrying a hint of challenge. “you’ve successfully annoyed me into giving you another chance. what next, sukuna?”

sukuna grins at your question, enjoying the slight challenge in your voice. he steps closer, his body almost touching yours. “now, doll,” he says, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. “now i show you how good it can be between us again.”

he reaches out, his hand gently brushing your cheek as he lowers his voice to a whisper. “i’ll make you remember why you fell in love with me in the first place,” he promises. “and i’ll make sure you don’t regret giving me this chance.”

he leans in, his breath warm against your ear as he speaks, “i’ll court you proper this time around. dinners, outings, everything to show you that i’m serious about treating you right.”

he pulls back, his eyes roving over your face as if committing it to memory. “and if you don’t like it, you can walk away at any time, doll. i won’t stop you.” he waits for your response, his heart pounding in his chest, the anticipation making his blood run hot.

you fight the smile threatening to break through, biting your lip to keep it at bay. despite everything, there’s a part of you that’s amused by his persistence, his bold promises. “you better make it worth it,” you say, glancing up at him with a teasing smirk, “if you’re going to waste my time like this.”

his eyes light up, a glimmer of victory in them as he takes in your words. he leans in closer, his lips ghosting just above yours as he whispers, “oh, doll, I promise you—it’ll be worth every second.” you roll your eyes again, but this time, there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of your lips. he’s annoying, but maybe, just maybe, you’re willing to let him try.

sukuna grins at your response, enjoying the subtle shift in the air between you. he can see the hint of a smile, the slight falter in your confident demeanor. he knows he’s getting to you, and it fuels his determination. he leans in even closer, his lips hovering just above yours, his breath warm against your cheek. “i’ll make it more than worth your time, doll,” he whispers, his voice low and enticing. “i won’t let you down.”

he pulls back, his eyes locked on yours, a silent challenge in his gaze. “let me prove it. give me this chance, and i’ll show you that i’m serious about winning you back,” he continues, his voice soft but firm. “i won’t let you down, doll.”

he reaches out, his hand gently tracing the side of your neck, his touch light and almost reverent. “i promise you,” he murmurs, “i can make you happy again.” he waits for your response, his heart pounding in his chest as he holds your gaze, hoping you’ll give him this chance.

you hum softly, the sound filled with a mix of satisfaction and surrender as you reach up to cup his cheek. his skin is warm beneath your palm, and you can feel the tension in him, the anticipation radiating from his body as he leans into your touch. “alright,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, your lips just inches from his. the weight of the moment hangs between you both, heavy and charged.

sukuna's heart races in his chest as you reach up to cup his cheek, his eyes locked on yours, intense and full of desire. he leans into your touch, the simple touch sending sparks of electricity coursing through his body.

he swallows hard as he processes your words, your soft agreement sending a wave of relief and hope through him. the corners of his lips slowly curl into a wicked grin as he leans in, his face just inches from yours. “you won’t regret this, doll,” he murmurs, his voice a low, seductive rumble.

sukuna's grin widens as he feels the heat radiating off you, his heart pounding in rhythm with the surge of adrenaline. wrapping his arms around your waist, he pulls you flush against him, the warmth of his body enveloping you in a cocoon of familiarity and desire.

there’s a moment of hesitation, a breath held in anticipation, before he leans in, capturing your lips with his. the kiss is fierce and possessive, igniting the fire that had long lain dormant between you. it’s as if the world around you fades away, leaving just the two of you wrapped in this intoxicating moment.

he kisses you deeply, pouring every unspoken promise and emotion into it, a desperate attempt to convey how much he truly wants you back. the taste of you, the feel of you in his arms, reminds him of everything he’s been missing.

sukuna grips your waist, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you closer, molding your body to his. the kiss is intense, filled with a mixture of desire, possessiveness, and a hint of longing. he kisses you with a fervor, his lips moving against yours with a hunger that resonates deep within him.

he pours his heart and soul into the kiss, his tongue tangling with yours in a familiar dance. his hands roam over your body, as if memorizing every curve and contour, as if trying to commit your taste, your scent, everything about you to memory.

he breaks away for a moment, panting slightly, his eyes dark with a mixture of desire and vulnerability. “i’ve missed this,” he whispers, his voice rough and filled with a huskiness that goes straight to your core. “missed you, doll.”

he presses closer to you, his body molding against yours like a perfect puzzle. his lips find your neck, trailing hot kisses down the sensitive skin, igniting a trail of fire in their wake. he bites down lightly, a low, possessive growl rumbling in his chest.

the heat of sukuna's lips against your skin sends a jolt of desire through you, but as his intensity escalates, a sudden rush of awareness snaps you back to reality. with a firm push, you create a bit of space, feeling the cool metal of a nearby car press against your back.

“sukuna,” you say, your voice a mix of annoyance and a lingering thrill, “we're still in public.” your heart races, both from his touch and the embarrassment of being caught in such a passionate moment surrounded by strangers.

he pauses, looking down at you with that familiar smirk, his eyes glinting with mischief. “what’s wrong with a little public display of affection?” he teases, leaning in closer, his breath ghosting over your lips.

you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, even as the corners of your mouth threaten to lift in a smile. “some people might not appreciate it as much as you do.” you try to sound serious, but the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to maintain your composure.

sukuna chuckles softly, clearly unfazed by your protest. “let them watch, then. they’ll only wish they had what we have.” he leans back slightly, just enough to gauge your reaction, his expression softening as he adds, “but i guess i can control myself... for now.”

the way he says “for now” sends another wave of excitement coursing through you, reminding you just how hard it is to resist him, even in public. you can’t help but roll your eyes at his confidence, a mix of amusement and exasperation bubbling up inside you. “you’re still a menace to society, you know that?” you retort, trying to keep your tone light despite the way your heart races.

sukuna grins at your playful push and your annoyance at being caught in a public display of affection. his eyes darkened with desire and a hint of mischief.

“oh, come on, doll,” he teases, his voice low and sultry. “where’s the fun in hiding our passion?” he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “i’ve never been one to care about what others think. and you know damn well i have a hard time controlling myself around you.”

you shake your head, unable to suppress a smile as you look into his eyes. “you’re ridiculous. what are you trying to do, make everyone jealous with your terrible flirting?”

sukuna chuckles deep in his throat, his smirk growing wider. “you say ‘terrible’; i call it charming,” he replies, his voice dripping with confidence. “and if it makes everyone else jealous, then all the better. they won’t know what they’re missing.”

he dips his head, his lips brushing against your neck again as he murmurs, “but who cares about them? all i care about is how you react to it.”

you groan in annoyance, a mix of frustration and amusement bubbling up as his lips graze your neck again. “seriously? you can’t just help yourself, can you?” you retort, swatting him away playfully, though the warmth of his affection sends a thrill through you.

sukuna chuckles, pulling away just enough to look at you with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. “i can’t help it if you’re just too tempting, doll,” he replies, his voice teasing. he then leans down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, and for a moment, all the tension melts away. “but fine,” he concedes, a hint of mischief still lingering in his gaze. “i’ll lower the pda for now.”

he takes your hand in his, his thumb brushing over your knuckles as he leans in slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. “how about we go shopping for a dress for you to wear at dinner on our valentine’s night? i want to see you in something that makes you feel as special as you are.”

your heart flutters at the thought, and you can’t help but feel a smile tugging at your lips. “a dress, huh? are you planning on making a grand entrance or something?” you tease, raising an eyebrow as you try to gauge his intentions.

sukuna grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief and excitement at the idea of seeing you all dolled up in a pretty dress. “oh, doll, you have no idea,” he replies, his voice low and sultry. “i have grand plans for our valentine’s night. and let’s just say, you in a dress is just the beginning.”

he chuckles at your teasing, his hand still holding yours tightly as he looks down at you. “i’m going to do everything in my power to make sure you have the best valentine’s day you’ve ever had.”

sukuna starts walking to his car, his grip on your hand firm yet reassuring, you can’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity bubbling inside you. you glance up at him, the playful glint in his eyes making your heart race just a little faster. “alright, mr. mysterious,” you say, tilting your head slightly to study his expression. “where exactly are you planning on taking me?”

sukuna grins, his eyes gleaming with excitement as he leads you to his car. he opens the door for you, gallantly gesturing for you to get in before leaning against the car’s hood. he crosses his arms, a smug smile playing on his lips.

“that, doll, is a surprise,” he replies, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness. “but let’s just say it’s a place that’ll make you feel like a queen.”

as you settle into the passenger seat, sukuna makes his way around to the driver’s side, getting behind the wheel. he starts the car and glances at you, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “but don’t worry, doll,” he reassures, his hands confidently gripping the steering wheel. “i’ve got everything planned to perfection. tonight’s going to be a night you’ll never forget.”

you nod, feeling a mixture of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of shopping with him, knowing it’ll be a different experience than before. “alright, lead the way, charming rogue,” you say with a playful roll of your eyes, your heart racing at the prospect of what the evening holds.

sukuna laughs, his eyes flickering with amusement. “oh, doll, you’re playing with fire calling me that,” he teases, his voice tinged with both warning and promise. “but i’ll take it as a compliment.” he puts the car in gear and pulls out of the parking lot, his hands steady on the steering wheel. “just sit back and relax. i’ll have you looking like a goddess in no time.”

[tobiomlk]

85 with kageyama,,, a cultural reset

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿. kageyama tobio

𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗽𝘁. #85 “It doesn’t bother me.”

𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲. just mindless fluff !

Kageyama blinks his eyes open blearily. A dim light filters through the darkness of the room, and it’s quiet in spite of the relentless typing on a keyboard. It takes Kageyama a hot second to drift away from his slumber, and when he tilts his head to the left, your shape sitting on the desk next to the bed it’s the first thing to greet him.

“Hey,” your voice barely above a whisper, you momentarily look away from your laptop to offer him an apologetic smile. “Did I wake you up? Sorry.”

Kageyama is too tired to register words, so he kinda doesn’t, instead attempting to pull himself up and sit on the mattress with sloppy movements. He ends up plopping down back to the bed, though. “What are you doing awake at this hour, dumbass?” For a word that’s meant to be an insult, Kageyama delivers it with such fondness that makes your heart skip a beat. It just comes out with his breath, as innate as it. 

“Working on a paper,” you reply patiently, ignoring the practically blank document displaying on your screen. “I’ve been procrastinating the whole week, so, it’s about time I get shit done.”

He hums, but you suspect it’s more out of obligation than actual understanding. You brush a strand of hair out of his eyes without thinking, and Kageyama leans into your touch almost instinctively. God, you could die. “Go back to sleep. I’ll join you right away.”

Kageyama nods, but he’s quick to snap his eyes open again as soon as the warmth of your hand is gone. “Where are you going?” He questions, perhaps a bit too authoritatively, seeing as you began collecting your stuff. You quirk a brow.

“I’m moving to the living room?”

“Why?”

“So you can get some sleep?”

However, Kageyama does not seems keen on the idea, “You can stay. I don’t mind.”

“I’ve still got a lot of typing to do,” you warn him. “And it probably won’t let you sleep. I’ll just leave so you can—”

“It’s okay,” he says before you get to finish your sentence (a bad habit of his, you’ve picked on it with the time). “It doesn’t bother me. Stay.”

It’s so unfair, you think, how adorable an sleepy and unfiltered Kageyama could be. There’s no time for your gushing to continue when Kageyama sticks out one of his hands from the blankets, sloppily feeling around to find yours. You bring your hand next to his, and right after he’s interlacing your fingers and snuggling closer. Kageyama’s hands are a bit rough, likely of the unrelenting training he goes through everyday, but they’re nice to hold. They’ve always been.

“Tobio,” you call, an amused grin on your lips. “Progressing on this paper is going to be a lot harder with just one hand, you know?”

“Sounds like a you problem,” he says, ruthless as ever, and you can’t fight back a giggle. You don’t let go in spite of it all, and settle down to get back to your paper with your only free hand.

[totiredtowrite]

Wolf In Sheeps Clothing

Warnings - Cursing because angry boy, reader being a cold mf, reader's clothes are described (but kind of vaguely so dw)

Note: I feel like I can hear the gif for some reason :D? Kind of self indulgent so reader is shorter than kyotani. Poor mad dog, always being put in his place by pretty boys. I'll have you know that I consult the wiki everytime I write something for character details by the way. (bragging shamelessly). Reader is also a second year and the student council president because this is fiction and I'm not sure if you have to be a third year hehe

this turned out longer than I thought it would, really popped off with this one

Male Reader

Kyotani Kentarou has a new enemy.

Whether or not you knew he though of you as an enemy didn't matter to him.

Suprisingly, it doesn't happen as often as some might think. His awful attitude and uncooperative nature ensures that he makes more enemies than friends, but most people are too afraid to approach him in order to become one of the two.

His new enemy?

You. (L/n) (y/n), Student Council President.

Kyotani never really though much of you. Not when you campaigned for the spot, (despite being in the second year), and not when you got the position. He's seen you, sure, you made that whole speech when you got the part and you oversaw detention sometimes.

Kyotani, (surprisingly), didn't get detention much. On the one time you oversaw the detention class when he was supposed to be there, he decided not to go.

So, overall, he hardly saw you at all. You were nothing but a passing thought in his mind when he heard people talking about you. He never expected to talk to you, much less consider you his worst enemy.

~~~

It really was a normal day for Kyotani. He woke up, took a shower, ate on his way to school, and slipped into class with his usual "fuck with me and you die" look on.

Practice was cancelled that day as the coach was out sick, so he didn't really have anything to do. Everything was all normal for him, right up until the end of the day. Kyotani was stalking through the hallways, the other second years moving out of his way and giving hushed whispers to their friends as they got ready to leave.

He was used to that, and even liked the feeling it gave him, knowing that these people were actually afraid of him. He was close to his locker when it happened.

He ran right into you, almost knocking you back. He glowered down at you, an angry spark in his eye that would have any other student running far away. You however, just stepped back to be clear of his general bubble, and looked up at him with a frown.

Truth be told, he had never really seen you up close. True he'd overheard some of his classmates talking about how 'intimidating' and 'handsome' you were, but Kentarou didn't expect to actually feel it coming off of you. He didn't expect to point out how attractive you were right off the bat.

The hard glisten in your eye faded as you scanned his face. You know this guy. Your expression changed from 'stone cold dictator' to 'unbothered student council president.'

Somehow feeling the tension, most of the students cleared out before either of you said a word.

"Kyotani Kentarou," you said, "Number 16 on our schools volleyball team. Infamous for your out of control aggression and prowess in your sport." You smirked at him quickly, straightening your blazer and standing up straight.

"The hell," he lifted his head to look down his nose at you, "why do you know me?"

You shrug. "I keep tabs on all the students I think are troublesome. Or interesting." He watched as you casually turned to your bag and pulled out a large binder. "You're on the first page, marked in red." you had a somewhat mocking tone in your voice, that coy smirk returning.

Kyotani growled, the noise sounding surprisingly like an animal. You were much more cocky up close. Cocky and aggravating. He moved closer to you so that your chests were almost touching while you put the binder away, and looked straight down at your face. "I can be much more troublesome," he said lowly.

You barked out a laugh. "Careful there Mad Dog." You advanced, causing Kyotani to step back. "Or I might just think you're threatening me," you continued to move forward. Kyotani took more steps back. The only way he could describe the feeling was like he was being herded like a sheep.

Another animalistic growl left his throat when his back hit the lockers. By now everyone had left, leaving just the two of you. "You aren't leaving a very good first impression on your president," you say dangerously, almost mocking your own title.

"Why do I need to leave a good impression on you," he muttered out. You didn't say anything and instead lifted your arm above his shoulder to slam it by his head. He recognized this feeling. Yet somehow, it felt all different.

Not once had the rumors spoken about the affect you had on people. You scanned his face again, those intimidating (e/c) eyes holding him steady in place. His breath hitched in his throat softly when you pulled your hand back to straighten his tie. "You don't," you said referring to his earlier question, eyes focused on his tie. "And you haven't."

You pulled away from him and stepped back, patting him on the shoulder before turning on your heel to head towards the doors. You turned your head just as you were about to leave, the blue grey light from the cloudy sky making you seem more threatening. "Take care, Mad Dog." You left the school building, leaving Kentarou breathing heavily and on guard at the lockers.

~~~

He really didn't expect that from you.

He had had a similar feeling, when Yahaba threw him into a wall and scolded him during the spring preliminary game against Karasuno. Similar, but not quite the same. It felt like you had him trapped. He still had your words replaying on repeat in his mind.

Those rumors he heard about you didn't do you any justice. He never heard anything about how easily you could make people feel... things. For once, he felt like he was the one being hunted. And oh boy did he not like that. All those times he'd seen you, he thought you looked like a regular goody two shoes who would report even the smallest wrongdoing to the teachers. He didn't expect a calculated, threatening boy who had a binder of 'troublemakers' and a heavy presence.

He didn't sleep more than 2 hours that night.

Maybe it was your eyes that were etched into his mind. Maybe it was your smooth voice, that look that made it seem like there was so much more under your surface.

So naturally he came to the conclusion that you were his rival.

He managed to avoid you all till the end of the week, Sunday rolling around like a saving grace. He didn't see you once for the rest of the week, but it still felt like you were watching him with those calculated eyes of yours. His shoulder still felt all weird and tingly from where you had touched him.

The weekend felt like an asylum to him, a feeling of safety and control returning to him when his older sister sent him out to go pick up some things from the store.

Kyotani had decided to cut through the park on his way back, but now he was quickly regretting his decision. It's not like he was afraid of you, he just thought that avoiding you would be the best option.

The last place he expected you to be was sitting in the park, staring out at the little man-made pond with a few birds at your feet. You had an overcoat on to compensate for the slightly chilly weather, a sweater visible underneath it. Your shoes were tapping the ground rhythmically.

You looked much less intimidating out of uniform. You had a neutral, content look on your face, cheek squished against your palm with your elbow resting on your knee. It was almost cute, he thought, if that was the right word for it.

"Are you just going to stand there forever," you turned your face towards him and regarded him with lidded eyes. "You can sit down you know."

He jumped, standing still for a second before slowly moving towards you. His guard up like a wall as memories of your last interaction replayed through his mind. His breath quickened ever so slightly, and his ears turned pink.

He slid into place on the bench next to you. You turned towards him again and smiled. He went bright red.

It was an actual smile. Not that cocky smirk, but a soft clad cute smile. You focused your attention back on to the pond.

"You live around here," Kyotani inquired gruffly.

You nodded. "I don't go out much. Usually cooped up in my room working on god knows what." You leaned back, draping your arms gracefully across the back of the bench. "Sorry about our little encounter, by the way. I must have come off way scary, right?" You gave him that soft smile again.

He looked away and hid his cheeks with his hand. "Like I'd be afraid of you," he muttered.

You hummed softly. A thought struck him. He regained his composure before speaking again. "You must have known that I live around here, right?"

You nodded wordlessly. "It was in your file."

Kyotani decided not to comment on how creepy that was, and instead muttered out a small "oh."

Neither of you said a word for a few moments.

"We really got off on the wrong foot, huh?" You turned your whole body towards him, watching his movements like a cat.

He just grunted.

You laughed a little bit, and extended your hand. "Why don't we start over. I'm (l/n) (y/n)."

Kyotani eyed your hand suspiciously before taking it. The tingly feeling returned, but this time it felt stronger as both your hands were bare. Your slightly smaller hand gripped his firmly, the slight size difference making Kyotani blush a bit.

You really weren't what he thought, were you? Even so, you were still his enemy. His cute, scary, calculated, calm enemy.

He doesn't even know what hit him.

[kagehinafromtheconcrete]

afterglow || ch 11: lotion (fictober day 2)

fandom: haikyuu!! fic summary: Kageyama has learned a lot of things since befriending Hinata Shouyou. Things about Hinata, things about himself. How to open up. How to be vulnerable. How to love. And Hinata? Hinata learns more about Kageyama than he ever thought he would. Kagehina drabble collection ft. the rest of Karasuno, written for sarahenany. Daily drabbles for Fictober 2022! fictober day 2: "nobody told you about me?" by @fictober-event ch summary: Hinata's hands are dry and cracked due to the nippy weather. Kageyama gives him some lotion to remedy this. entire drabble below. :) find the whole collection: ao3 // tumblr

Hinata winced as he pulled on his uniform blazer, the back of his hands stinging. When he looked down at them, he realized why: “Ugh, my hands are so dry.”

“Have you tried using lotion?” Yamaguchi asked, already dressed and standing by the doorway, ready to leave.

“I don’t have any with me,” Hinata admitted with a pout.

Suga winced sympathetically. “Ouch. I’m sorry, Hinata. I don’t have any on me, either.”

Hinata’s pout deepened. He sighed and buttoned up his blazer, studying his hands as he went. It wasn’t even the good kind of sting—the kind that followed a good spike. The nippy October wind probably wasn’t going to help.

“It is getting colder out,” Daichi said. “I’ll try to bring a bottle tomorrow to keep in the club room.”

“Thank you, Daichi-san,” Hinata said, wondering if he even had any at home. His mother probably did, somewhere—if not, well. He’d be stuck waiting until tomorrow.

Something poked his arm. “Here.”

He blinked at the sound of Kageyama’s voice and then blinked again when he saw what had poked him: a medium-sized bottle of hand cream. “Waaaaahhhhh, you have some!” 

“Why are you surprised?”

Hinata wasn’t sure. Kageyama took that extra step when caring for his own hands—he even clipped and filed his fingernails, whereas Hinata’s were bitten and uneven. Of course he had hand lotion.

“Are you gonna take it or not?” Kageyama asked abruptly.

“Oh! Yes, thank you!”

Their teammates continued getting dressed and filing out of the clubroom, probably ready for a hot bath and a meal. Hinata, anxious for both as well and knowing their captain was waiting for everyone to finish so he could lock up, hurried to snap the cap open and squirt some into his hands.

Except he must’ve squeezed the bottle too hard because a lot more came out than he intended.

Eek! That’s a lot!

“Dumbass. You don’t need that much,” Kageyama said and gave him an unimpressed look.

“Nobody warned you about me?” Hinata said, voice dripping with sarcasm. “I always use this much.”

“Right. You and your tiny hands.”

Hinata lifted his gaze to meet Kageyama’s fiercely. “It was a joke, you jerk. I obviously didn’t mean to. And—hey! My hands aren’t tiny!”

“I dunno,” Suga commented, eyeing Hinata’s hands. “They’re a little small…”

“Suga-sannnnn!”

“Idiot, give me that,” Kageyama said.

Hinata didn’t get a chance to reply before Kageyama took the bottle back, shoved it under his arm to hold it hands-free, and scooped half the lotion from Hinata’s palm to use for his own hands.

“There,” he said when he was done rubbing it in. “Oi. Don’t just stand there.”

Hinata realized after several seconds that he was staring at Kageyama with his mouth open. He squeaked and slathered it over his fingers and palms, wincing again at the sting. “Ouch…”

“It’s probably going to hurt a little bit because your hands need to heal,” Daichi pointed out.

“You should keep a bottle with you,” Kageyama told him. “You need to keep your skin moisturized.”

Hinata nodded, looking down at his hands as he continued to work the cream into his skin, cheeks traitorously hot. He tried not to think about the way Kageyama’s fingers, long and warm, felt against his palm as he took half the lotion so it wouldn’t go to waste.

As promised, Daichi brought a bottle of lotion for the club room the following morning for everyone to use when needed. But what Hinata couldn’t get over was that Kageyama also brought an extra bottle—one specifically for Hinata—and told him to apply it regularly.

He appreciated their captain’s kindness along with the rest of the team, but it was Kageyama’s generosity that left him feeling warm and fuzzy inside.

[suganovakawa]

જ — rumor has it!

# 13 ༉‧ sugawara’s wrath

જ — a/n : so, instead of fulfilling haikyuu for the holidays, i decided that what i really needed was a break from everything. sorry for taking a hiatus without further notice, let’s just pretend that hq for the holidays never happened 😭

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✧ ｡ synopsis : though hajime has reassured you time and time again that you two attending different schools would be plenty manageable in your guys’ relationship, your imagination is left to wander when he slowly begins to ghost you.

⠀ the atmosphere was tense as the karasuno team ate their meal in almost complete silence. suga’s back was stiff as he felt his phone go off in his pocket, but had no mind to answer it. he didn’t want to respond to you until he had a definitive answer. no mediocre answer would cut it. he knew how important this was to you, and wanted to help in any way possible.

he picked up real quick when hinata’s face changed. koushi glanced over at kageyama, who had sat up a little straighter in his seat. he noticed tadashi and tsukishima, how their eyes shifted from their food to the front of the restaurant. sugawara’s back was against the window, so he couldn’t see for himself just what they were looking at. but he understood completely.

he was here.

“is he with anyone?” he whispered underneath his breath, fists clenched tightly as he whispered to any of the first years. daichi and kiyoko picked up quickly on what was going on, and felt their own postures fixing themselves. suga flashed them a quick glance to not turn around. after all, they didn’t want to be creeps. as far as he knew, iwaizumi didn’t know that they were here - never mind the reason as to why they’d show up at a time like this.

“girl,” was the only word kageyama replied with.

“can’t see what she looks like though, her back is to us. i don’t know if y/n actually knows her or not.” hinata leaned forward to rest his chin upon his palms, narrowing his eyes and following their movement. “she’s not turning around, either. they just sat down.”’

just great. koushi clicked his tongue as his foot began tapping underneath the seat hastily. to his left, tanaka and noya were already fuming. they couldn’t turn around and look for themselves - the setter was pretty much holding them on a leash. he couldn’t blame them, he could feel the anger rising within his body. it was pretty self explanatory, what their observation was. karasuno knew seijoh well enough to recognize the players - it would be almost foolish to forget about the ace.

“y/n said he’s not at the boba shop,” he whispered to daichi before showing the captain his phone. “it really wasn’t a bluff, huh?” he was both upset and relieved at the same time - upset that iwaizumi was actually here with someone else, and relieved that you weren’t the one who had to see it for yourself.

“what a bastard,” tanaka hissed under his breath. “i bet he’s enjoying his time with the little home wrecker, huh?”

“tanaka, don’t call her a - ”

“actually, i don’t think i’ve seen him smile once since he walked in.” the entire team turned attention to yamaguchi, who seemed almost surprised with the sight before him. “even just sitting down with her, he hasn’t smiled once. nor has he touched her, nor have they even ordered food.”

that was new. the vice captain raised an eyebrow at the first year, tapping his chin slowly. “is he angry?”

“i don’t know. poker face is the best way to describe it.”

he debated on texting you back and just telling you in person. if oikawa really was close to you as you always said you were, then he was hoping to god that he was there at your side, comforting you. he surely wished he was the one to keep you company at a time like this. “you paid, right daichi? we need to get out of here soon.”

“yeah, we can leave whenever.”

“where are we gonna go?” asahi turned to sugawara, his face almost completely pale from how serious the table was. “are we going to meet up with y/n?”

“no, she’s with oikawa. it’s best to leave her be. he doesn’t like us, but he’s a close friend of hers. he can be trusted.”

“this really sucks.” the libero muttered from his window seat, shaking his head solemnly. “i feel really bad for her. i didn’t think iwaizumi was the type to be such a douchebag.”

“agreed.” daichi stood up from his seat, signaling for everyone to follow suit. “don’t make a scene in the restaurant, guys. since there’s no practice today, everyone can just go home. thank you for coming.”

in a single file line, the entire karasuno team walked in unison to the door. it was there that hajime realized what company he had within the building. he wasn’t let up from each glare given to him by each teammate. he feigned ignorance as he simply watched them leave, but a sinking feeling arose within his chest.

“hajime? what’s wrong?” a female voice asked sweetly in front of him. “is something bothering you?”

iwaizumi had felt his phone vibrate multiple times since he had arrived, but he was too afraid to open it. his hands began to sweat as the last of the volleyball players exited the restaurant.

this was bad. this was really bad.

he shouldn’t have dragged it out for so long. this should’ve ended weeks ago.

the final one in line, koushi sugawara, seemed to walk slower than the rest. during the matches, iwa had always taken notice of his many tactics, faces, cheers, and moods. he thought he had seen everything of the third year setter.

but he hadn’t experienced anger yet.

suga’s typically gentle eyes held nothing but resentment within his warm irises, his hands shoved tightly in his pockets as he walked past his table. iwaizumi locked eyes with sugawara as he noticed the faintest of movement - he was shaking his head. whatever message koushi wanted to send, was projected completely through the icy glare.

within seconds, hajime’s body ran cold with a grave realization.

you knew.

“no, nothing’s wrong. just hurry up.”

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— continued in the comments! i hope y’all didn’t forget ‘bout me <3

[script-nef]

How their relationship gets revealed (iv)

Characters: Lev, Iwaizumi, Sugawara, Kuroo

Category: fluff

Haiba Lev

The only reason Lev chose his current agency is because of you

Yeah, the agency is famed for being really good and putting the artists as its priority and all so he was interested, but the fact that you were going to be one of his seniors sealed the deal

You’re kind of his idol and he’s bought every single one of your photobooks and magazines 

When he gets the chance to shoot an ad with you, he hops onto it with no second thought

And when he sees you in your outfit, looking amazing as hell, he nearly faints right there and then

Pulls a lot of NG because you’re waaaay too close and he can feel his face burn up. He’s absolutely sure you can hear his heart trying to break out of his chest.

But you’re so kind and understanding that he falls in love with you even more

Asks you for your phone number and keeps on dropping hints that he likes you but at the same time tries to rein it in since overly affectionate people can be uncomfortable (at least, according to his sister)

He’s not really good at this pulling and pushing thing which makes it even cuter and you accept his confession

He’s basically on cloud 9, just endlessly happy at the fact that you’re going out with him. You. And him. Lev regularly pinches himself to see if he’s dreaming.

But then a news of you dating another incredibly famous model breaks and he gets pissed

And in the spur of the moment, he uploads a video on his SNS account about it

“[Name]-san is dating me! Don’t believe fake news!”

As soon as he uploads it, he realises what he’s done

But it’s too late. At least 2,000 people have seen it. By the time he takes it off, the number grew to at least 4,500

Needless to say, the company was not impressed but thanks to that, the baseless news died down once they released an official statement

And now you’re allowed to go on public dates together, much to Lev’s glee

Iwaizumi Hajime

You worked as one of MBSY Black Jackals’ managers and transferred over to the National team during the Olympics

Iwaizumi became one of the people you talked most to since Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu were always getting scolded for their lack of restraint when practising

Eventually you two grew close and found out you actually have quite a lot in common, other than constant exasperation for your troublesome hyperactive athletes

He asks you out on a date, face blazing red and eyes darting to every place that isn’t you

It was quite adorable under the blinking street light after he walked you home

Of course, you accepted and thus began the secretive dating while trying to win gold for your country

Displays of affection in workplaces were usually in the forms of glances or sitting closer during meetings and your hands lingering on each other’s longer while handing files 

Some of the sharper ones—e.g. Komori, Hoshiumi, Yaku—kind of caught onto the vibe between you two but opted not to say anything

After all, Iwaizumi was more lenient if he was in a good mood, and that usually happened after he spent time with you

One day, at a dinner after winning a major match, he got absolutely wasted

Everyone was taking videos since he’s always the straight-laced and serious one, but now he’s all soft and giggly

And you tried to stop him from drinking even more, and he just stares at you

“I—Iwaizumi-san?”

*stares*

“You… really need to stop drinking, it’s not goo—”

And bam he just pulls your face to his and kisses you. When everyone’s watching. And they’re recording this

He lets you go and just immediately conks out

Leaving you with a red face and at least 15 pairs of wide, unbelieving eyes

Sugawara Koushi

If the students had to pick their favourite teacher, it would be a tie between you and Sugawara-sensei

Literally everyone—ranging from other teachers, PTA, students—love you two

In all seriousness, who wouldn’t? You’re both loving, kind, always stay behind for kids whose parents are running late, bring tons of sweets and so on. 

Somehow all the students collectively think:

“[Surname]-sensei and Sugawara-sensei are so cute together!”

“We should nudge them together!”

“Operation Romance is a go!”

And they subtly (in their opinion but in reality not so much) try to hint at how good you guys will be in a relationship

Such as:

“Do you like that, [Surname]-sensei? I think Sugawara-sensei likes it as well! You two share a lot of interests and tastes in things.”

“You both graduated from Karasuno High? You guys have so much in common!”

It’s incredibly obvious and you both catch onto it by the second time but it’s absolutely adorable so you try to turn a blind eye to it

But then the students come up with a “scheme” to finally pull you two together for good

It’s a school festival and yours and his class decided to collaborate for a theatre play

And they hire you and Sugawara as two childhood friends who slowly fall in love

Any complications are shut down

“Um, you guys do know it’s supposed to be a class play, right? As in, students acting, not teachers?”

“But [Name]-sensei, we don’t know love yet! You and Sugawara-sensei are adults! We’ll do the writing and everything else!”

“But—”

“No buts!”

And somehow the play goes along well and you have a blast with everyone. It’s really funny to see how such little kids are so creative

At the end of the act, you and Sugawara get married and you realise this is what they’ve been scheming

“Aha! You’re married now! No take-backsies!”

“Hmmm, well okay… but you guys wanna know a secret?”

“?”

“We’re already married.”

Kuroo Tetsurou

Kuroo is incredibly well-liked in his department

He’s friendly, funny, helpful, knowledgeable in volleyball and full of enthusiasm—and with his good looks—a perfect co-worker

His nickname is “Mr Perfect From The Promotion Department”

Everyone in his department likes him, platonic or otherwise

A large majority of the workplace population have tried, and failed, to go out on a date with him

He rejects them all the time with a bright smile and a “sorry!”

They eventually find out it’s because he’s already dating someone and a lot of hearts are broken that day

He’s still very much loved, though

You wake up to your very rare free day which is always used to laze around the house and binge some new anime

But when you trudge into the kitchen, Kuroo’s neatly packed bento is sitting on the island counter

He forgot it for the first time since he has a vital meeting today and was stressed out over it

So being the amazing partner you are, you decided to bring it to him

Over in Kuroo’s company, he just closed a huge deal and the whole department is happy

He was going to eat his bento but seeing as it was gone and he didn’t want to disturb you on your day off, he just opted to tag along with his co-workers to a nearby restaurant

The moment he walked out of the building coincided with you arriving at the front door with his lunch and he just. Stops. And just runs to you while all of his friends call for him.

“[Name]? What are you doing he— Did you come to give me my lunch?”

“Um, yeah… It’s fine if you’re going to eat with your co-workers, I’ll go back home.”

“No way! Sorry, guys! I’m going to have to miss out today!”

Everyone just watches while he smiles dopily and hugs the life out of you even when you’re threatening him with violence to “get off! Your co-workers are all watching!”

And he takes you into the building so he can eat in peace and occasionally feed you away from prying eyes

[t-horn-n]

— camping with karasuno

PAIRING: yu nishinoya x reader (female) — anime

GENRE: fluff

WARNINGS: none SUMMARY: camping could be relaxing... if you didn’t have a nishinoya.  NOTE: i got a little carried away with this one :) please enjoy!  no joke, this was ten google doc pages.

You felt like a snake.  A dirty, lying, cheating snake.  And you were very annoyed by this fact.  Okay, well, you weren’t dirty, lying, or cheating, but you still felt like a snake who was annoyed by the fact that they felt like a snake.  

You felt like a snake for two reasons, actually.  The first was because one eye--and one eye only-- peeled open to see what was disturbing you from your blissful meeting with ‘sleep.’  And the second was that you had the overwhelming urge to either bite, hiss, or strangle said malefactor.  Maybe a combination of all three.  And you were annoyed by this feeling of being a snake because, well, who wants to feel like a snake?

“Y/N get up, we're here!”  Your one open eye registered the pattern on the bus seats in front of you, while your arm was abused by the finger of your long time friend, Yu Nishinoya.  Although, maybe he should be demoted for rousing you out of your peace.  

“Great, I see that.  Now leave me alone.” 

“Wow,” he gasped, and you don’t think you imagined him bringing a hand to his heart.  “Is that any way to talk to the person who lent their arm to you during this long, hard, bus ride?  It’s asleep by the way.” 

“I don’t know, I’ll ask them when I find them.  Now run along,” you said, waving Nishinoya in a dismissive manner.  Your eyes were still closed and you hadn’t moved from your spot leaning against Nishinoya over the armrest of the bus seat.  Around you, you could hear the sounds of the rest of Karasuno’s Boys’ Volleyball team--and co.-- rising from their seats to unload their stuff. 

“Ok I will,” Nishinoya concluded and quickly stood up.  Your head jerked when he moved and the only thing preventing you from completely falling into the next seat was the armrest.  

“You little-- wait until I get my hands on you,” you all but shouted, shooting from your seat.  Nishinoya was scrambling out of the row just steps before you, clambering around Asahi.  

“Nishinoya, Y/N.”  Came the sharp voice of Karasuno’s one and only captain, Daichi.  He stood at the front of the bus with his back facing the windshield.  Despite the bright smile that gleamed towards you, a chill went up your spine as his gaze landed on you.  “Behave.” 

“Yeah Noya, yeah Y/N, behave,” Tanaka chortled gleefully from behind you.  You turned to glare at him as he craned over the aisles in order to patronize you.  When he looked past you, the smile fell from his face and he physically paled.  Without having to look, you could feel the heat of Daichi’s disapproving stare.  

You sighed and turned around, stuffing one hand into your pocket.  You settled with bringing two fingers to your eyes and slicing them towards your friend enemy.  “I’m watching you,” you mouthed.  Nishinoya pretended not to see you, whistling as he filed off the bus, his hands in his pockets.  

After the skirmish on the bus, the first afternoon of camping went uninterrupted, the memory of Daichi’s gaze peering into your soul still too fresh.  The group had managed to get several two to four person tents littered around the campsite without any problems.  Now, the sun had already ducked under the treeline and the fourteen of you were sitting on an array of lawn chairs and logs that you had laid out in front of the fire that Yamaguchi was feeding a little too enthusiastically.  Even though the whole fifteen-person team had been invited, Narita had a cousin’s birthday party or something to attend to.  

The majority of the company was holding some kind of stick topped with a marshmallow that Yachi had dutifully passed out.  Now, it was late enough that you had forgotten about Daichi’s warning on the bus and you were starting to get restless for mischief.  That, and, Daichi was sitting across the clearing from you.  

“Hey, can you hold this for a second?” You asked Nishinoya, who paused his animated argument with Tanaka to take your still-warm marshmallow from off your stick.  

“Sure!” Nishinoya said, already turning back to resume whatever conversation he was having with Tanaka.  

Five people down, Sugawara raised an eyebrow at you--at least you thought he did, but in the dim light cast by the fire, you couldn’t be sure.  In return, you shrugged and brought a finger to your lips.  

You bided your time, sipping hot chocolate from a thermos as your marshmallow slowly got gooier in Nishinoya’s fast moving hands.  

“Noya!  There’s a spider in your hair!” You exclaimed, spilling your hot chocolate on the ground for extra effect.  

“What!”  In an attempt to brush the false spider off of his head, he frantically ran his hands through his hair.  You covered your mouth with the sleeve of your hoodie in a futile attempt to silence the laughter bubbling out of you.  

“Y/N..” Nishinoya said slowly, eyes narrowed as he looked at you.  You discarded your efforts of hiding your amusement and burst out cackling.  In Nishinoya’s frenzied attack on the fabled spider, he had dragged your marshmallow through his spiky hair, smearing the sticky sweet in the dark locks.  

“Hey!” You crowed, dragging out the last ‘y.’  “It looks good!  You should get it dyed like that.” 

“Y/N!” He complained, running his clean hand through his hair, trying to free the sticky marshmallow from it.  “We’re out in the middle of nowhere, my hair is going to be sticky forever!” 

“It’s fine,” you insisted.  “We can just go to the lake tomorrow or something.  

“It looks like you’re getting old, ‘Guardian’!” Tsukishima mocked from across the ring of volleyball players. 

Nishinoya slumped down in his chair, glowering at you with fire in his eyes.  “Just you wait.” 

You slapped your arm, yet again, scowling at the mosquito that fled as you did so.  Stars were starting to prickle at the navy sky and the air began to get slightly colder.  

“Ok everyone!” Daichi announced as he clapped his hands together.  He was the only one standing as he addressed everyone.  “We need to split up into the tents, no less than two, no more than four!” 

Everyone stood up, moving to converse with their teammates and friends.  Just when you were about to slip away to where Kiyoko and Yachi were standing, you were yanked back by Nishinoya.  

“We’ll take Y/N!” Nishinoya declared to Daichi, referring to you, Tanaka, and himself.  

“Uhm, okay?  Y/N are you okay with this arrangement?” 

You were trying to inch away when you caught sight of both Nishinoya and Tanaka’s pleading expressions.  You raised your eyebrows at them, but they refused to relent.  

“Yeah,” you sighed.  “It’s fine.” 

“Okay, then,” Daichi concluded.  

“Yay!” Nishinoya spun you around, which would be surprising, if you hadn’t known him for as long as you did, considering his height.  

“I have the sinking feeling I’m going to come to regret this,” you lamented. 

It had to be nearly two in the morning when you were awoken by the steady pattering of rain on the ceiling of the tent.  Normally, you would have slept right through it, if not for the cold that came with the sky water.  Tanaka was snoring in his corner space, farthest away from you, content under his mountain of blankets he had brought from home.  

You had the sudden urge to go steal said blankets, but instead you pulled your knees to your chest, hoping for some left over warmth.  You rolled over so your back was facing the wall of the tent and was surprised to see Nishinoya’s eyes peering at you through the dark.  

“You cold?” Nishinoya whispered, although you doubted that Tanaka would wake up if you were screaming in his ear.  In the dim lighting of the tent you saw that Noya had, in fact, stolen one of Tanaka’s many blankets and did not struggle with the same complaint you did.  

“Nope.” 

“You look cold.”

“Yeah, well, some people say you looked smart.” 

“Really?”  He seemed to light up and you shook your head.  “Who?”

“Idiots.” 

“Hmph.” 

You shuffled around in your sleeping bag, trying to find a warm spot.  

“Come here.” 

“What?  Why?  So you can murder me?” 

“Yeah,” he snorted.  “But seriously, come here.  You’ll be warmer.” 

You awkwardly scooted yourself closer to Nishinoya until your face was nice and close to his.  Despite your close proximity, you still shivered.  “Lies,” you said.  

“No, I mean come here,” he motioned to the space in his sleeping bag.  He sounded that if he could, he would have flicked your forehead.  

“There’s no way I’m getting out of this sleeping bag,” you retorted.  

“Well it’s toastier in mine.”

“Toastier?”  You didn’t try to keep the sarcasm from your voice.  

“Fine, freeze.” 

“Fine, fine, fine,” you moaned.

The cold air was relentless as you slipped out of your sleeping bag.  You felt a strong feeling of resentment towards your past self who had thought, since it was summer, that you would be too hot in the sleeping bag and had worn shorts and a baggy t-shirt to bed.  

“Hurry up and move over,” you insisted and nudged Nishinoya with your foot.  Humouring you, he scooched backwards, but it did little to widen the space in his sleeping bag.  

You shimmied in next to him and found that there was actually more room than you initially saw in the dark.  Still, you relished in the heat that staved off the chill of the tent.  

“Feel better?”  Nishinoya asked in an irritatingly smug tone.  Although your arms were pinned at your sides in the cramped space, you found a way to shove Noya with your shoulder.  “Shut up.” 

Above the tapping of rain, shuffling noises filled the tent as you and Nishinoya shifted.  Trying to find a position where neither of you had an elbow or knee in your side.  

“Ok, Y/N, you can live with this right?”  Nishinoya asked seconds before he threw an arm over your waist.  

“No, I think I’m flatlining.”  It wasn’t a complete lie, you could feel your heart speeding up and you were close enough that you could feel his breath tickling your nose.  He laughed and you snorted as you saw how close his face was to yours.  His nose scrunched up as you did.  “Gee, thanks Y/N.”

“You’re welcome,” you said as you flopped over on your other side, Nishinoya’s arm still draped over you, back facing him. 

Best friends, huh?

“Shh, be quiet!  Don’t wake them up!” 

“You know they’ll kill you right?” 

“I just want one picture though!” 

Once again, you embraced your inner snake and one eye popped open.  There was still a coolness that rested in the air but now the tent was surrounded with a glowing hue from the sun.  You had found that sometime in your sleep, you had flipped over to face Nishinoya.  The two of you were nearly touching noses.  

Both of you were on your stomachs and your right leg was crossed over his, his arm was still wrapped over your middle.  You were only mildly surprised to see Noya’s brown eyes staring back at you.  You raised an eyebrow, referencing the cacophony of voices filling the tent.  His shoulders moved in a minuscule shrug and a goofy smile fell on his lips.  

You heard the telltale click of a camera snapping and you quickly sat up.  Nishinoya grunted as you accidentally kneed him in the gut.  Yachi stood at the mouth of the tent, looking like a baby deer caught in headlights.  Her face was flushed and she held the camera like a shield in front of her face, as if that would do anything to protect her. 

“You better run, and you better run fast, Yachi.” 

“Don’t fall, Y/N,” Nishinoya drawled teasingly from behind you.  

You would have turned to glare at him if you didn’t think you would have fallen in the drink doing so.  The fourteen volleyball players, and friends, had taken a journey to the small lake near your campsite once all of you had the chance to wake up.  While Tadashi and Sugawara had contented themselves in building a sandcastle with rock accents on the shore, you, Hinata, Nishinoya, and Tanaka had rented out paddleboards in order to set off on a grand journey.  

Your legs were shaky as you attempted to stand on the back of the paddleboard, Hinata sitting on his knees in front of  you.  You had already drifted out far enough from the shore that Yamaguchi and Sugawara were tiny dashes on the horizon.  That, and, you had already challenged Nishinoya and Tanaka to a water duel.  It was too late to turn back now. 

“Are you sure you don’t want me to be in the back?”  Hinata asked and you envied his balance as the waves knocked up against the side of the paddleboard.  

“Have you no faith in me?” 

“No!  It’s not that, it’s just that--” Hinata stammered until you cut him off.  

“Fine, fine, we just need to win this war,” you said somberly as you handed Hinata the paddle and fell to your knees.  

“No, no, no,” you wailed.  Your knuckles were white as you gripped the edge of the paddleboard.  The paddle was ready to stage a mutiny and slide off of the board as Nishinoya shook it.  Hinata was yards away wrestling with Tanaka for dominance over the Nishinoya Board while you struggled to protect the Y/N Board. 

Nishinoya was in the water, his normally spiky hair plastered on his face as he tried to tip you into the lake.  Somehow, the four of you had drifted back towards the shore far enough that even Nishinoya could just barely touch the bottom.  “Away!  Away!”  

“Nishinoya help me!”  Tanaka cried from where he was previously fighting with Hinata.  He was now floating on his back, watching Hinata paddle away on the Nishinoya Board.  

“Y/N, I got it!”  Hinata yelled gleefully.  Like the child you are, you stuck your tongue out at Nishinoya.  You flailed backwards off of the paddleboard and tried your best to run through the water to Hinata, still holding your paddle.  

Hairs rose on the back of your neck at the sound of splashing behind you, the weight of the paddle dragging through the water slowing you down.  

“Get back here,” Noya laughed as he hooked his arms around your waist.  You were pulled back into him and water splashed into your face.  

“Let me go you heathen!”

Suddenly his voice was a lot closer than it had been.  “Not a chance,” he laughed boisterously.  

“Hey Y/N?”  You turned to meet Nishinoya as he jogged up to you.  The weekend camping adventure had come to a closer and the fourteen of you had to pack your effects back onto the bus.  

“Hey Nishinoya?”  You replied, hiking your bag higher on your shoulder.  

His boyish grin broke out on his face.  “Uhm well,” his hands were shoved in his pockets and his face was flushed.  “I’ve been wanting to say it for a while but I never got a good chance.”  One of his hands moved to rub the back of his neck.  From the corner of your eye, you saw Tanaka making strange, encouraging movements behind you.  

You ignored Tanaka and continued to grin at Nishinoya.  

“But I guess it’s now or never,” Nishinoya laughed nervously.  “I had a lot of fun this weekend and I really like you Y/N.  Like really, really like you and I’ve been wanting to tell you for forever.  And I was wondering if you wanted to continue, as, uhm, more than friends?”  

You hadn’t even noticed there was a weight on your heart, but as soon as Nishinoya finished his little ramble, you felt it release.  You couldn’t help the dopey grin that broke out of your face.  

“Maybe,” you replied, even though elevation filled your chest.  Nishinoya was still smiling as you skipped onto the bus, as if he was frozen in that exact space-time.  As you passed Tanaka, who looked just as shell-shocked as Nishinoya, you patted him on the back.  

“Tell the lover boy that maybe means yes.” 

— m. list

[haloshornsinkstains]

Carrying This Imagination, I'll Go

The aftermath of the Inarizaki vs Karasuno game and how it affected y/n, their manager, and her relationship with the team.

Kita x F!Reader (but its pretty mild)

cw: female reader, attempts at writing Kansai dialect

a/n: i’m debating turning this one into a series, I have ideas and I've written some of it past this chapter but still it may be a while between chapters if I do. At least until work eases up and I’m not pulling overtime so much.

As the ball hit the floor you felt your heart lodge itself in your throat, grip white knuckled against the edge of the bench as your muscles screamed at you to move. There would be time for that later, you told yourself, blinking back tears as you watched your boys congratulate the other team before turning to line up and bow. The few simple words of thanks lingering in the air like the bittersweet sting of a wound. They filed out of the hall, a line of bowed heads and black jerseys, and still you couldn't let yourself move. Not until the coach rested a gentle hand on your back did you unfurl your fingers and slowly push yourself to your feet.

"C'mon l/n. They'll need ya around."

You nodded, exhaling a long sigh as you glanced towards the bottles on the side. "I'll get water."

You didn't see his small frown as you collected the empty bottles and headed for the taps, smiling at the other teams manager as you passed. 

"Hope to see ya around. Good luck."

She smiled softly in return and you could almost feel the burning jealousy of her team on your back. Not that you could blame them, she was gorgeous. 

"For once he's right." You chuckle. "Next year Shin, ya better be watchin' us 'cause we're gonna win Nationals."

Later you carried the newly filled bottles through the corridor, listening for the loud shouts of your idiots. You find them not long after by the stairs, just in time to hear the Captain's soft spoken admission and Atsumu's impassioned reply. You smile up at them, holding the bottles aloft.

"Yeah! An' when I'm a famous volleyball player yer better tell all ya friends that ya taught me!"

You shake your head and behind him Suna laughs, clapping one hand on the blonde setter’s shoulder. “Oh don’t worry Tsumu, I’ll tell everyone plenty of stories about you.”

You dissolve into full blown giggles, memories of the plentiful escapades of the Miya twins flashing behind your eyes and the bottles of water forgotten at your feet. You don’t see the way Kita’s face softens into a smile as he watches you, the pain of the loss softened a little by the antics of his team. Suna though, his analytical gaze doesn’t miss the affection in the captain's eyes, and he nods his head just a little at the older man. Eventually your breathing evens out and you wipe a few stray tears from the corners of your eyes, nodding towards the water bottles.

“Well I didn’t lug all this water here for ya to not drink it! It was a long game, grab a drink everyone.” You hand out the bottles with a smile, turning to glance over your shoulder once they’re all drinking. “When yer all done we’re heading back to the hotel, and you stinky boys are going straight to the bath.”

“Oi! We don’t stink!” Atsumu’s outburst sent water and spit flying all over Osamu and Aran, and you burst into giggles all over again as both men smacked him in retaliation, Osamu yelling at his twin for being a disgusting scrub.

Before another fight could break out between the Miya’s you heard Kita clearing his throat, levelling them both with a stern look. “A hot bath will do all of our muscles good.”

You offered him a soft smile in return and nodded. “See, Captain knows. C’mon stinky boys.”

Amidst the grumbles the team headed back towards the bus, you falling into step besides Suna with a chuckle. Gently you bumped your shoulder against his arm.

“You did real good out there Rin. Glasses really got on yer nerves huh?” You hummed, glancing at him sideways. 

“Hmm. Surprised you aren’t crying yet.” He chuckled, gently ruffling your hair. “You were sobbing when we lost to Itachiyama.”

“Later. Lookin’ after you boys comes first.”

“We had the same idea.”

The tears didn’t fall until you were washing the jerseys, as much as they didn’t really need them the next day it gave you some time to be alone. A place to cry, hidden from the boys you wanted to be strong for, the sound of your sniffles drowned out by the hum of the machine. Under the dull hum you didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, startling when the familiar warmth of a body filled the space beside you.

You relax, feeling lips press against the crown of your head as you nod.

“It needed to be done.”

Kita chuckles quietly and you can picture the small nod of agreement.

“Routine is important.” He agrees, lifting the washbasket ready to collect the wet jerseys. “Routine is the foundation that made me who I am.”

“And it makes ya happy.” You laughed.

“And it makes me happy.”

“I just… it felt like something I could do to help. I feel like I let ya all down, like-” you hiccuped, holding back a sob “I wish we had won.”

Strong arms encircled you, Kita pulling you into the warmth of his chest. One hand gently petted your hair, letting you tremble against him as you cried.

“I know. But, at the same time, I’d like to see how far those crows go.” His grip tightened, just a little. “The boys were talkin’ about watchin’ the rest of the matches, I think ya should come too.”

You nodded. “I’d like that.”

Watching games without the pressure of winning was a surprisingly good way to relax, and you were able to focus on the abilities of the other teams. Picking up plays that you could suggest to the boys, and making note of players who would be worth keeping an eye on for next year's competition. Inarizaki might be a powerhouse school but it was always worthwhile to keep an eye on the others. Kita and Aran had disappeared to watch Itachiyama with Omimi, while you, Rin and the Miya twins wanted to see Karasuno’s next match. The others had their phones, so wherever they’d wandered off to you weren’t too worried.

“Those two are scary even from here.”

You tipped your head back to smile at Osamu. “You two were pretty scary yourselves yesterday. But Nekoma are pretty terrifyin’ too.”

Rin nodded. “They’re a great defensive team.”

“Yeah. That middle blocker Captain of their is- holy shit! That Libero is so cool!”

“Yaku.”

You whipped your head around to stare at the two men who had appeared next to you, noting their white jackets.

“Um, bless you? Hey, yer from Fukurodani right? I was plannin’ to come watch ya play later, you guys are awesome.” You grinned, leaning across Rin to wave at the two men.

“Hear that Akaashi! She thinks we’re awesome!”

“I did Bokuto-san. Nekoma’s libero, his name is Yaku-san, and he is indeed very talented.” The dark haired setter, Akaashi, sat himself next to Suna and gestured for Bokuto to join him. “You’re from Inarizaki High yes?”

“We are, I’m l/n, this is Suna and those two behind us are Atsumu and Osamu Miya. It’s nice to meet ya Akaashi-san. And thank you for the information.” You nodded turning back to the match.

“Kuroo is cool too.” The grey-haired Ace sounded almost pouty.

“He is Bokuto-san. I’m sorry to hear about your loss to Karasuno, from what I hear it was a close game.”

Suna nodded, eyes focused on the middle blockers while you sighed and offered the two men an apologetic smile. You didn’t miss the way Bokuto muttered something about Akaashi wanting Karasuno to win but were polite enough to ignore it.

“Get back here ya scrub! Yer not having my onigiri!”

“Learn to share ya pig!”

With an irritated growl you shook your head. “Sorry, those are my idiots. Rin, if you even think about pullin’ out yer phone I’ll be after you next.” 

You vaulted over the chairs, stalking towards the arguing twins just in time to see Osamu preparing to kick his brother. With a grimace you put yourself between the twins, gripping each by the front of their shirts and glaring at them in turn.

“Oi, idiots! Yer gonna sit down and behave yerselves or so help me god…”

“But y/n!” 

“Don’t but me! Sit yer asses down and behave.” You narrowed your eyes. “And if yer not gonna listen to me, I’m sure I can get Kita to come here.”

Suna chuckled, slipping his phone back into his hoodie and nodding towards Bokuto and Akaashi. “And that’s why our manager is the best.”

“Agashee! Did you see that?!”

“I did Bokuto-san.”

“She’s so cool!”

You laughed, jumping back over into your seat and shaking your head. “Glad ya think so, dealing with those idiots had to have some upsides.” 

Akaashi made a small noise that sounded suspiciously like a chuckle before it was interrupted by a quiet beeping from his pocket. Sighing he stood and gently pulled on Bokuto's arm.

"Bokuto-San, we need to go prepare for our match. It was good to meet you all." He gave a polite bow and a soft smile, his reserved nature all the more striking compared to the chaos surrounding you.

"Come cheer for us l/n!"

"Likewise. I'll be sure t' come find ya when they finish." You grinned, waving the pair off. "Ya done makin' heart eyes Samu?"

"Shurrup, yer always droolin' over players." 

You shook your head. "I only 'drool' over one player, I just admire the rest." You huffed, ignoring the heat in your cheeks.

Focusing back on the match your heart felt lighter than it had done in a long time, here, surrounded by people you loved and the sound of volleyball, you came to a realisation. This was something you always wanted in your life. Volleyball was something you never wanted to leave behind no matter what.

The rest of nationals went by in a blur, Kita joining you for more matches than not once the pain of losing so early had dulled. You cheered for Fukurodani as promised, and joined the Miya twins watching the duo of terrifying first years from Karasuno. Every moment just cemented the idea that you wanted Volleyball in your life forever further and further into your mind.

Time continued moving forwards. You cried when the third years graduated, Suna took so many pictures of your teary face you almost threw the phone at his head. But the third years graduation meant the end of so many things, their patience and calming influence, the routines you had built up since joining the club, and your first relationship. Still time seemed to fly, the Miya twins made for surprisingly good leaders (officially Atsumu was captain, but you were grateful for Osamu being there to keep him in check no matter how many fights you broke up) and all too soon you found yourself at Nationals once more, earning your revenge against Karasuno for the previous year. Your unlikely friendship with the new Fukurodani captain cemented when the pair of you exchanged numbers on the first day. (Osamu had pouted over it for hours, and none of your insistence you were just friends helped).

University only fuelled your focus, managing the boys team there and watching them rise through the ranks. Joining in on practice to help them out and feeling the old familiar rush in your veins. You kept in touch with the other second years, thankful for their support when your family were disappointed in you. They were the ones there when you graduated, and the ones to throw a celebratory party when you landed a job with the JVA. And they were the ones there to keep your spirits up when a few years into your dream job it seemed like you were about to lose everything, even when they didn’t all know the details.

[suunnysyde]

Haikyuu x reader headcannons

Guess what mamas 🙄

I died, decided to write Haikyuu headcannons for when they’re dating you, and voila! Bon appetite.

I made these for what?? Nothing, so I decided better get some use out of it.

* I tried to not make it too biased on anything, for example not many milk mentions for Kageyama or video games for Kenma. I slipped a few times oops.

Content under tag cause its a long one lmao

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[ GIRLS ]

- You and Alisa dress each other up.

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

- You hype Yachi up when she feels down.

- You play volleyball with Kiyoko sometimes, that’s partly why she got good.

- Yachi probably has a lower than normal immune system so you’re taking her of her a lot, think of it as a way of giving back to her.

- Kiyoko prepares the most extravagant dates for you, if you ask why she merely says “only the best for my lover.”

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[ KARASUNO ]

- Kageyama would file your nails while you talk if he sees you picking on them.

- Hinata would go to school with his nails painted because his sister painted them. On that note, Hinata would paint your nails if you needed help on your non-dominant hand.

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Asahi likes it when you play with his hair.

- Dates with Yamaguchi would either be ordering take-out and binging anime or just cuddling and sleeping.

- Nishinoya would teach you ‘Rolling Thunder’ if you asked.

- Nishinoya also really likes it when you play with his hair.

- You and Tsukishima have study dates at a cafe and eat strawberry shortcake.

- Sometimes Sugawara goes to your house to cook for you. Or you both cook together and then share it to the team as a treat.

- Daichi would take you out to a carnival and win whatever you want for you.

- Nishinoya’s grandfather adores you, and always asks how you are. And scolds Nishinoya in front of you sometimes, saying how he should treat you right.

- Tsukishima would make playlists with songs that remind him of you.

- You let Yamaguchi explain volleyball shenanigans so he remembers them.

- Kageyama *loves* getting hugs from you, but doesn’t start them in fear you don’t want to reciprocate the hug.

- If you play volleyball you practice spiking with Hinata so he can practice receiving.

- You and Asahi go to movie drive ins and cuddle in the backseat.

- If you do something to Asahi’s hair, like a hairstyle, he would wear it around without taking it off. Nishinoya comments on his hair saying how he’s lucky to have a girl like you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Daichi keeps a note on his phone on things you like and don’t like plus things you’ve said.

- Tsukishima let’s you wear his glasses when you two are alone, he enjoys seeing you happy. Even if he doesn’t admit it.

- If you have freckles Hinata would count them and draw constellations on your face. ( bonus: he kisses each individual freckle )

- Kageyama tries to braid your hair, he’ll probably just tangle it though.

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[ NEKOMA ]

- Kenma knows how to braid hair pretty well, so he would often practice on you, if you have short hair small braids.

- Kenma also likes to rest his head near your neck, it feels like you’re somehow protecting him from the outside world.

- Kuroo takes you on beach dates during summer vacation.

- You and Kuroo would throw insults at each other to see who gets mad first, loser normally buys food. On that note if you’re close to breaking and you’ve lost twice in a row he’ll call quits.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Kenma would name his starter Pokémon after you, since he keeps his starter till the end. ( bonus: uses a lot of potions on you so you don’t faint )

- Kenma gets you stuffed animals when he goes to the arcade.

- Yaku treats your wounds if you trip and scrape your knee. ( carries first aid kit for his wounds )

- Alisa would take you shopping for your dates with Lev ( or her )

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[ FUKŪRODANI ]

- Tsukishima and Akaashi would grab your hand when they’re nervous and squeeze it gently.

- Bokuto often calls you at 3am to ask you to go with him to a supermarket or to tell you he’s outside your house.

- Akaashi would help you study for your exams, he can quickly grasp any subject’s basics.

- Akaashi would read you what he’s reading at the moment, or a resumen of what’s happening.

- TW: SWEAR // Kenma is shit at 8ball so he tends so ignore your 8ball advances.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- You and Bokuto dance in the rain even if Akaashi advises against it because you two always get sick afterwards.

- Bokuto loves PDA and showing you off in general ( “HEY GUYS! LOOK AT MY BEAUTIFUL LOVER!” )

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[ AOBA JOHSAI ]

- Iwaizumi does work out dates ( pls his muscles )

- You and Oikawa would watch crappy movies and judge them. Especially sappy romance movies, though he jokes about going on cheesy dates with you.

- The pretty setter squad ( specifically Kageyama, Kenma, Akaashi and Oikawa ) are all really observant so if you have some random cut they’ll and you don’t notice they’ll put a bandaid on you.

- Oikawa would ask you to make him lunches as he adores your cooking.

- Iwaizumi makes you lunches, pretty good cook.

- If any of his fangirl do anything to you Oikawa will not hesitate to scold them, he won’t leave your side afterwards for a week.

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[ SHIRATORIZAWA ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- Tendo once joked about committing arson with you. ( once, for now )

- Tendo brought you to an abandoned building with pizza and you both ate pizza at the rooftop before stargazing.

- Tendo has joked frequently about stealing a stop sign though, it’s on his bucket list on things to do with you.

- //TIMESKIP Tendo makes you chocolate for when you’re on your period ( if you like chocolate )

- Ushijima *never* gets sick. Bacteria are scared of him.

- Tendō always talks to you about the latest manga and encourages you to read it with him.

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[ JOHENZI and ITACHIYAMA ]

- Terushima once brought you out to a laser tag date, it got intense. He lost. No mercy.

- Terushima’s music taste changes every month so every month he makes you a playlist of the songs he likes most.

- Sakusa likes it both when he plays with your hair and when you play with his, although he won’t admit the latter.

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[ DATEKO ( DATE TECH ) ]

- Tendo and Futakuchi would start prank wars with you.

- You and Aone go to petting zoos as dates.

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OUTRO

now, now, wait. Before you go. If you made it this far lmao, allow me to serenade you, with Haikyuu Chants

TW: all caps

( idk if I had to mark that but I know someone who hates all caps so ye )

AOBA JOHSAI, AOBA JOHSAI ( OH! )

OOOOH SEIJOH

NEKOMA NEKOMA, NEKO NEKO, NEKO MA

SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA ( dun dun ) SHIIIIIRATORIZAWA

GO GO LETS GO, LETS GO DATEKO

NOHEBI NOHEBI NOHEBI * smt in japanese * HA CHI CHI CHI

[pearlsephoni]

The Trial of Shoyo Hinata’s Rising Heartrate, Evidence Four: The Trim

Can also be read on AO3!

Rating: G

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kagehina (Kageyama/Hinata)

Characters: Shoyo Hinata, Tobio Kageyama, brief appearances from Coach Ukai and Daichi

Word Count: 1,773

Summary: A close call at practice becomes a source of confused embarrassment for Hinata.

A/N: Inspired by this very sweet, very good fanart by @fauxmeeks. Further author’s notes can be read on AO3.

It wasn’t that Shoyo had ever doubted Karasuno would make it through the first Spring Interhigh qualifying rounds. He’d known they would win. But that still didn’t lessen the thrill of victory. 

And that especially didn’t lessen his excitement over facing Aoba Johsai again. With every passing practice, the new freak quick was becoming more reliable, and the thought of using it to get around the very block that had lost them the last tournament made Shoyo’s palm itch with anticipation. 

He could see that anticipation mirrored in Kageyama. He saw it in Kageyama’s eyes whenever their gazes met, saw it in the way he ran across the court, the way his fingers curved around the ball before a set. He could see it in the entire team, but his eyes always sought Kageyama’s, searching for the distinct glint that told him, “Now.” 

Not that he could let his duties as middle blocker lag behind either. He didn’t know what kind of practice Tsukishima was getting with his brother’s team, but the blonde beanpole had started playing like he actually wanted to be on the court. On the days that Shoyo was a little too focused on refining the freak quick, Tsukishima could actually give him a run for his money when it came to blocking. 

It was unnerving, but also a little thrilling. And Shoyo would never turn away from a really good competition. Tsukishima was suddenly playing with a burst of motivation? Fine. Shoyo would fight just as hard. 

The thing was, volleyball went so far beyond just what they did on the court. There were drills, strength building exercises, eating the right food, getting somewhat passable grades, stretching and warming up and cooling down, and taking care of his nails. He did his best to keep up with it all. 

But sometimes things slipped through the cracks. And he didn’t notice until it was a little too late. 

It happened near the end of August, during a 3-on-3 practice match. On one side were him, Kageyama, and Sawamura. On the other were Suga, Azumane, and Tsukishima. The entire match, Tsukishima had been tracking the quick with freakish accuracy, and even though Shoyo had been able to dodge his blocks, he still felt the burn of competition lighting a fire under his feet. He felt like he was seeing everything a little clearer, his eyes tracking the ball from Suga’s dig, to Tsukishima’s messy set, to Azumane springing into the air. 

There. 

Shoyo’s hands managed to touch the ball, and he opened his mouth to shout, “One touch!” 

But what left him instead was a surprised yelp. When the ball bounced off his hand, he suddenly felt a sharp stinging pain in the side of his middle finger, as though someone had nicked him with a tiny blade. 

To his dismay, he heard Sawamura call out, “Wait, time out!” 

“I’m okay!” Shoyo tried to reassure him. 

“It didn’t sound like you’re okay,” Sawamura hummed with furrowed brows. He moved towards Shoyo, but Kageyama beat him there, blue eyes looking dangerously stormy. 

“What’s the deal?” 

“Nothing!” Shoyo glared back up at Kageyama. “Just…my finger hurt suddenly.” He squinted at his hand, but all he could see was a line of raised red skin on his middle finger. “I’m not even bleeding, I’m fine. Wait- hey!” 

Before Shoyo could even look up, Kageyama was grabbing his hand and pulling it up peer at his fingers. “The hell? Who cuts your nails?” 

It took Shoyo a beat to respond, his attention narrowed in on the feeling of Kageyama’s calloused fingers handling his own. “U-um…I do.” 

“Of course you do,” Kageyama sniffed. “You ever seen a nail file, dumbass?” 

“Yeah!” The effect of his indignant voice was ruined by the way his cheeks heated up at Kageyama’s disbelieving frown. “…Maybe.” 

“Doesn’t look like you have. Look at how sharp the edges of your nails are.” He pushed the offending fingers into Shoyo’s face. “I dunno how you haven’t cut yourself before.” 

The embarrassment that was bubbling up in him clashed with his confusing happiness over Kageyama’s fingers wrapped around his own, making a cocktail of emotions that felt dangerously like anger. “It’s not my fault I don’t—”

“Hey, lovebirds.” Their heads whipped around to see Coach Ukai watching them with a bemused smile. “Can we continue the practice? Is everything ok, Hinata?” 

It wasn’t the first time he’d called them that nickname, but it was the first time it made Shoyo’s cheeks feel like they could catch fire. “M’fine,” he mumbled, tugging his hand out of Kageyama’s. “Sorry, Coach.” 

“It’s alright, just be careful.” 

It was a weird, embarrassing moment, but as soon as Azumane served the ball, all of Shoyo’s embarrassment was forgotten. They had a match to win. 

He didn’t get hurt again for the rest of practice, though he did get stopped by Coach Ukai before he could leave for the club room. “Can I see where you got hurt?” 

“Yes, sir. But you can’t really see it now.” Shoyo still presented the offending finger, and Ukai peered at it before nodding. 

“Alright, I’m glad it wasn’t serious. Kageyama’s right, though. I know you don’t want to hear that, but it is important to keep your nails smooth. It’s already easy enough to get hurt in this sport without you creating more chances for that to happen.” 

Just like that, Shoyo remembered the feeling of Kageyama’s fingers around his own, handling them with a gentleness that belied his grumpy nagging. Shoyo’s cheeks warmed with…anger? Was it anger? Anger was the only response to a big jerk nagging at him that made sense, right?

“Hinata?” He was startled out of his thoughts by Ukai, who once again looked both amused and confused. “You ok?” 

“Yeah! I’m fine!” 

“Alright…well, go get changed and go home, get some rest. Good work today.” 

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.” 

The warmth in his cheeks faded as he jogged to the clubroom and got ready to go home…only for it to return when Kageyama suddenly nudged him. “Oi.” 

“What?” 

“Sit.” 

Shoyo blinked at him. “Huh?” 

“Sit down.” Kageyama plopped down onto the clubroom floor, as if he wanted to provide an example. 

“Why?” 

“Quit asking questions and just listen to me!” 

Shoyo scowled, but obeyed, mirroring Kageyama’s cross-legged position. “Why’re you being so weird?” 

Kageyama glared in the middle of digging through his bag. “I’m not being weird! I’m trying to help!” He tugged out a small pencil case with Vabo-chan printed on it and unzipped it, before holding his hand out. “Gimme your hand.” 

“...You’re not gonna cut it off or something, are you?” 

“I will if you keep being stupid.” 

That was hardly reassuring, but Shoyo still placed his hand in Kageyama’s. The setter tugged Shoyo’s hand closer and pulled out a nail file from the Vabo-chan case. And then, while Shoyo watched in disbelief, Kageyama isolated one of his fingers and began carefully filing away the jagged edges of his nail. “You…wanted to do my nails?” 

“Someone’s gotta do it when you’re doing such a shitty job.” It was almost funny, how much the harsh words clashed with the gentle way Kageyama worked. Shoyo didn’t know he was capable of handling anything as gently as he handled his fingers. It was like Kageyama thought he was made out of glass, like he was a fragile thing that needed to be handled with the utmost care. 

At any other time, from any other person, Shoyo would’ve been insulted by the idea. But now he could only sit there and watch as Kageyama worked, his dark fringe hanging over his eyes and his ears slowly turning a bright red that matched how hot Shoyo’s cheeks felt. 

Shoyo Hinata wasn’t a shy person, and he wasn’t easily embarrassed. He wouldn’t have stuck with volleyball if he were. 

He wasn’t very good with words, either. So he sat there, with burning cheeks and a feeling like electricity skating through his body from where his fingers met Kageyama’s, and felt utterly confused over the emotions bubbling up in him. It wasn’t just happiness, and it wasn’t just embarrassment, either. He wanted to both hide away from Kageyama and never leave this moment, wanted to pull away and wanted to weave their fingers together. His heart felt like it could pound out of his chest, and if he tried to speak, his throat felt sealed together from how dry it was. 

So he didn’t speak. He just sat there, mutely watching Kageyama work, only managing to speak up when some of the team began trickling out of the clubroom with shouted “Bye!”s. 

He didn’t know how long it took for Kageyama to do all his nails. It felt like it could have lasted five seconds or five years, he couldn’t say. Eventually Kageyama brushed away the dust with his thumb and nodded in satisfaction, his lips pressed thin around a secret smile. “Alright. M’done.” 

“Oh. Thanks.” For his flustered shyness, Shoyo felt a little reluctant to pull away, but Kageyama settled it by gently dropping his hand into his lap. 

“I’m not gonna do it again, dumbass. You better learn to file your own nails, or you’re gonna keep scratching yourself.” 

“So mean, Kageyama-kun.” 

Blue eyes flashed up to meet his, only to soften at the wide smile that stretched across his face. “...Whatever. Let’s go.” With that, Kageyama packed away his Vabo-chan case and pushed himself to his feet, swinging his bag across his body. “This took way longer than I thought it would.” 

“I didn’t ask you to,” Shoyo grumbled. 

“I’m not gonna let you get hurt when we have to beat Aoba Johsai and Shiratorizawa.” 

“I’m not gonna be taken out by a scratch!” 

“You don’t know that!” 

Shoyo’s cheeks couldn’t seem to cool down, not during the trim, and not during their walk from the school. He couldn’t help it. Kageyama just seemed to keep saying things that made the blood rush to his face, even though everything he said was as stupid as usual. 

The weirder thing was that Kageyama’s ears had stayed red from the moment he’d pulled out his nail file to the moment they parted ways on their way home. The whole thing had just been…weird. Shoyo couldn’t think of a better word for it, and he couldn’t figure the whole thing out. 

Still…as he replayed the feeling of Kageyama’s fingers holding onto his, Shoyo felt a smile push at his red cheeks. It was weird, yeah. But it was also nice. Really nice. 

Maybe he was turning a little weird, too.

[tobiomlk]

hello!! can I have some Tsukki fluff hcs?? like cuddling, hand holding, etc? good luck with your blog 💖

— tsukishima fluff headcanons

we all know tsukishima is more of an affection through actions rather than words kind of guy. he’s main love language consists of acts of service, gifts, and that occasional, lighthearted tease and sass of him. you know the one.

him and his perpetually emotionally constipated ass are physically incapable of being remotely straightforward with his feelings so he resorts to bullying and such inappropiate methods to cover up the awkwardness, but when he unconciously lets out his genuine admiration and appreciation like it’s the most matter-of-factly thing in the world? unmatched.

it earns him lots of sleepless night wanting to die out of embarrasment afterwards but it’s ok it’s what He Deserves.

not the biggest fan of pda that’s for sure, but for some reason he tends to be physically near? you don’t have to be necessarily touching each other, he just stands closer than the usual.

he’d never admit it openly, but he seems to enjoy having your presence around, even if words aren’t being exchanged. there’s just something so intimate about spending time alone together, without any communication other than the one expressed through glances and body language.

prolly because he’s never the one to initiate anything, but it feels so out of character for him to do skinship so he just kinda avoids it… if anything, he pretends it’s a nuisance just so he convinces himself he’s doing you a favour by not bothering you with his affection.

but at the very end, he always obliges. be it sooner or later, he’ll end up indulging himself with some small gestures of affection. don’t let him fool you, he’s a softie.

tsukishima holds hands so nonchanantly— it’s one of the few things he won’t hesitate to go for. he always make sure to interlace your fingers, and to squeeze back whenever your squeeze the grip first.

now kisses are a whole different matter. they’ve their own file and it’s almost sacred. tsukishima’s kisses are nothing if not shy. for most of the part he can’t bring himself to do it, and when he finally musters the courage, they’re quick and a bit clumsy. even the smaller ones such as a peck on the cheek makes him go severely flustered, honestly it’s even cute!!!

his go-to are forehead kisses tho. he’s not even sure why, it just feels Right.

cuddling with tsukishima is an extremely rare occurence and therefore hard to experience, but oh, trust me, it’s so worth it.

he’s the supreme big spoon by default LISTEN i don’t even make the rules in here. he doesn’t need to try hard to make you feel like you belong in his arms.

however sometimes he just wants to  have it the other way around and he wordlessly rest his head over your chest and will Die if you go and run your fingers through his hair.

if he ever does it i hope you know it’s because he feels comfortable enough around you to let his guards down :(((((

he also has this thing in where if he’s feeling very burned out he’ll lean his head against yours and when you ask him what’s wrong he just goes “recharching. i’m almost done.”

sometimes he’s just clingy as fuck and sometimes he’s just annoying as FUCK there’s no in between. tsukishima has (2) moods.

this lil shit probably gives you an unflattering nickname just to spite you when the situation calls for it, but with the years it grows on both of you as a genuine term of endearement… shut up im gonna sob.

despite clowning you on the daily, everyone who has met the two of you can tell tsukishima has clearly a soft spot, if not by the way he only listens to you nicely… the yearning, tender gazes he offers to you when he makes sure you aren’t looking… how quick he’s to cave in when you’re the one trying to talk some sense to him… listen the boy is whipped leave him ALONE

[frogtanii]

hq boys as the crimes they’d commit

warnings: CRIMES, crackfic, probably many typos idk i’m so tired lmaooo, cursing, drinking ??? idfk 😩💦

an: and i did this for what?? inspired by hq hcs royalty @sugardaddykenma @hina-wit-da-glock (AJSKSJ SORRY FOR TAGGING Y’ALL IF YOU SEE THIS, IT IS DEF NOT UP TO PAR W Y’ALLS WORKS ILY)

karasuno

sawamura daichi- insurance fraud!! somehow this is such a dad crime to commit?? dadchi didn’t try (dumb excuse, how do you accidentally commit insurance fraud smh) to commit insurance fraud but at one point in his late-thirties, he was very very broke and was already working as much as possible so, he decided to fake an ankle injury, as you do, and filed a bunch of claims which made him bank. daichi kept doing it until he was able to quit one of his jobs and buy himself a really nice suit and a rolex (uhhh 🥵). he somehow never got caught tho and to this day, none of his friends know how he was able to afford a tesla on a cop’s salary (sorry daichi but acab 😔✨)

sugawara kōshi- child abandonment!! ok you can try and fight me on this but i feel in my bones that suga absolutely despises children. he can tolerate ages 10+ but anything younger than that, he will punt them into the next dimension. the thing is, people just assume he likes kids because of how good he is with his team which is why his aunt begged him to babysit his nephew taro. taro was being an absolute brat when suga took him out for the day and he was 👉👈 this close to snapping. he put taro down for like 3 seconds to pay for their ice cream and when he turned back, the demon spawn was gone. he panicked, running around the park looking for taro when it turns out, taro was just bent down behind the bench. some random karen called the police and suga has never craved murder more.

nishinoya yuu- arson!! you CANNOT tell me nishinoya doesn’t have a ~murder~ playlist that he listens to to get himself hype (me too noya, me too). one night, he got a lil too hype listening to start a riot by duckwrth and watching demolition videos on youtube. he snuck out of his house to an empty shed like 30 minutes away and maybe... lit it on fire while genocide by lil darkie played on a speaker nearby. what he did NOT anticipate was the absolute size of the fire so he freaked out and called the firefighters who promptly called the police. he didn’t want to get grounded so he called daichi to bail him out. daichi still told noya’s parents 😔.

tanaka ryūnosuke- vandalism!! tanaka had been on alt tiktok and saw a group of cool friends spray painting an abandoned building. he thought “that’s cool, lemme do that!” but then he realized he had no friends (AHDGS JK I LOVE TANAKA). he asked nishinoya who was grounded from the arson incident and he knew he definitely couldn’t ask daichi, suga, asahi, or enoshita so he decided to go it alone. that proved to be a MASSIVE mistake. he got the supplies, arrived to the building of his choice (thanks saeko :3), and decided to spray paint a huge p3ni5 in bright red paint. he finished “successfully” and zoomed back home. what he didn’t realize with his two-and-a-half braincells is that he signed his glorious piece with his full name. the cops were at his house the next morning...🧍

hinata shoyō- forgery!! hinata did NOT think that forgery was even a crime. how was he supposed to know that he wasn’t allowed to copy his mom’s signature on a permission form! all he wanted was to go to an overnight training camp 😿

kageyama tobio- attempted murder!! kageyama swears it sounds worse than was and he is absolutely incorrect. what happened was so much worse. he and hinata were having a competition to see who could hold their breath the longest underwater (you can’t tell me they haven’t done some dumbass shit like this) and kageyma lost almost instantly (he has the tiny lungs of an asthmatic). he didn’t want hinata to notice so he held hinata’s head under the water for like 10 seconds. suga walked in though, saw hinata thrashing around in the water and immediately called the police. kageyama never forgave him.

tsukishima kei- cyberbullying!! first of all, i had no idea you could get arrested for cyber bullying!? that being said, neither did tsukishima who spent 80% of his time making fun of people online (and on his real account!! bold). eventually one of the people he bullied (hinata) reported him on instagram and his very lame account was deleted (pls don’t bully people online 😤).

yamaguchi tadashi- shoplifting!! andjksh this is so funny because this scenario has happened to me and i can just SEE this happening to poor tadashi. yamaguchi gets super late night cravings (and usually tsukki will walk with him at like 3 am 🥺 nEWAYS) so he’ll sneak out and walk to the mini-mart near his house. one night, he was so tired but also super hungry so he went onto his nightly routine and basically sleepwalked into the store. he picked out his favorite chips and candy bar (which are sour cream&onion lays and milky ways in case you were wondering 😌✨) and just... walked out the store without paying. the store clerk was mysteriously missing so yamaguchi made it all the way home, ate half the bag of chips and passed out without realizing what he’d done. once he did, he cried for 2 hours straight.

nekoma

kuroo tetsurō- telemarketing fraud!! kuroo originally did telemarketing fraud as a joke?? like he was trying to prank call someone pretending that they had lost their information and they actually gave it to him??? he was mildly concerned but even more excited. he did it over and over again but he never used the info for anything. to this day, kuroo literally has a notebook full of credit card numbers and bank account passwords but he refuses to use it because he believes it’s ✨wrong✨(but it isn’t wrong to take all that information in the first place under false pretenses, not realizing that once people find out, they are forced to close credit cards and accounts but go off self righteous king). once he brought the book up to kenma and he offered to sell it on the dark web. now kuroo feels less bad about what he’s done! :D

kozume kenma- computer crime!! pfttt this one seems kinda obvious but what do you expect from kenma :). he spends so much time on the internet, he’s definitely picked up some less than legal skills that still help him now 👀. kenma did little mini crimes like getting into other people’s wifi but his crowning achievement was when he hacked into the minneapolis pd website and had it so when you opened the page, a black lives matter screen came up. he never told anyone that it was him who did it but he thinks it’s the best he’s ever done.

yaku morisuke- racketeering!! yaku, the feral king, ran an underground gambling ring in the basement of nekoma (do they have basements?? who knows! i don’t!) during his third year. the only reason it didn’t get shut down was because coach nekomata took a portion of yaku’s profits whenever he won (which was literally all the time). everyone on the team has lost money to him which is why they never play with him anymore. they won’t even let yaku play monopoly 😔.

haiba lev- indecent exposure!! poor lev’s head is so empty, he tends to fall for whatever pranks his senpai’s do to him. this time kuroo had somehow convinced him that in order to grow his schlong, he had to run outside naked for 10 minutes because the moonlight had special growing properties. lev was a lil scared ngl because he was already superrr tall and didn’t need to grow his height (or his dick ((boy is hung)) but poor lev is insecure) but he did it anyway. long story short, an old woman saw him parading around the neighborhood naked and called el policia. 0/10 dick did NOT grow and had to spend a night in jail naked 😿

aoba johsai

oikawa tōru- prostitution!! KAKKAKA iwazumi made fun of oikawa for being so shitty and said that he couldn’t pick up anyone if he tried. flattykawa took this as a personal challenge and went out onto the street, asking people if they’d have sex with him. with the way he was asking (and the way he was dressed), people assumed he was a paid w h o r e and someone eventually reported him. iwazumi had to pick oikawa up from the station- he never let him live this one down.

iwaizumi hajime- battery!! it wasn’t technically battery but oikawa is a lil bitch and overreacts (at least in his words -_-). the amount of times iwa-chan has beat the absolute shit out of oikawa is uNREAL. he just can’t handle the stupidity sometimes so he just smacks the crap outta him. not for real for real but the way oikawa reacts, you’d think a murder was occurring. one time, shittykawa screeched so loud, they got a noise complaint -_- hajime hates it in these streets.

matsukawa issei & hanamaki takahiro- conspiracy!! issei and hiro have a secret blog where they discuss conspiracy theories and such but one day, hiro found an article that explained how jfk’s death was an inside job. he sent it to issei who began to theorize how HE’D do it. that devolved into a massive thread on their blog of how’d they murder a president which blew up and caught the attention of the cia who sent the a letter telling them to quietly delete the blog. they did because they were terrified but they kept the letter and now it’s framed in issei’s apartment.

kyōtani kentarō- assault!! baby is an angry little boy but for all the right reasons. he was at a bar (when he’s all grown up, duh) and he spotted an absolute drunk creep hitting on a girl who clearlyyyy did not reciprocate his feelings. kyōtani, being the respectful king that he is, went over to the guy, pulled him by the jacket and beat. the. shit. out of him. while the bartender was happy with the fact that the creep was out, he was not impressed with the damage to his bar. he just sent kyōtani out who casually adjusted his leather jacket and rings, and hopped on his motorcycle to ride away into the night. i am the FATTEST simp for this man ONG 🥴

shiratorizawa

ushijima wakatoshi- stalking!! poor ushijima has no idea how intimidating he can be. he was on a train late at night after practice and the woman sitting across from him left her purse sitting on the seat. being the gentleman that he is, he took the purse and followed her to return it. the only problem is that the closer he got, the faster she ran and when he tried to speak (yknow with his scary, deep, baritone voice), the woman screeched and called the cops on him because he was a “strange, big man who was following her home.” when the police showed up, ushijima was painfully confused and just held up this tiny ass purse in his massive hands. the cops laughed.

tendō satori- ???!! no one knows what crimes (or how many 😳) tendō has committed but each of his teammates have different ideas- ushijima: “i don’t believe tendou is capable of committing any sort of felony. well, maybe murder”; semi: “of COURSE he’s capable of crimes??! do you know how many times i’ve seen him come into the dorm with a suspicious stain of red on his sweater?? *shudders* if i end up dead, tendō did it...” in actuality, the only crime tendō has committed is ~drugs~ but he’s not bouta tell his friends that.

goshiki tsutomu- would be a VICTIM!! my baby tsutomu would NEVER commit a crime!!! i love this man with my everything and the only crime he’s committed is being too damn cute 😤🥺

[mizunetzu]

PART 3 OF ITS YOUR FAULT PLS !!!! I LOVE IT EKDBJSHD

Well since y’all asked so nicely-

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Kuroo x reader - it’s your fault (pt. 3) (final)

⚠️warnings - angst

Pronouns - male, he/him

part 1 can be found here!

part 2 can be found here!

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Sports sucks. That’s what Kuroo knew about (y/n), yet he still egged him on to play volleyball with him. He had a choice to say no, which was what younger him was hoping for, yet he still did it in hope of gaining his affection.

All his life he thought he was annoying. All his life he’d been in the mindset of how annoying he was, and how blissful it would’ve been for him to just disappear off the face of the earth.

So when (y/n) suddenly stopped showing up to practice, Kuroo didn’t expect himself to get worried.

He was starting to miss all the clingy touches, or the ‘good morning, Kuroo-kun!’ every single morning practice. He didn’t realize how quiet the walk was to his classes, or to and from home, when (y/n) wasn’t there to fill the noise on random things he found cool or how his day was. He didn’t know how expensive the drink (y/n) religiously bought him from the vending machine was, even though he bought him the drink with a smile plastered on his face like it was nothing.

“Oh, (y/n)? He quit the team.”

Kuroo dropped the volleyball he was holding. He’d gone up to coach nekomata to ask where (y/n) was, and why he wasn’t showing up to practice. But he was regretting asking in the first place. Nekomata gave him a sympathetic look.

Kuroo picked up his volleyball, gave him the best smile he could afford, and walked away. Why was he so devastated? Why did his heart feel like it sunk into his stomach? Why was his chest hurting like that? He should’ve been glad that (y/n) was finally gone.

So why does his heart hurt so much?

————

Kuroo figured he’d stop by his apartment to see what was going on. It’s been weeks, yet he couldn’t find him anywhere in his classrooms, and he nor Kenma could reach him on his phone.

When he walked up the stairs, looking for the ever familiar door to his apartment, he was nervous. For once in his life when going to talk to the boy, he was nervous. It wasn’t a good feeling, he never felt nervous to talk to him before.

When he noticed the door slightly ajar, he clutched the apology basket of sweets in his hand tighter. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to apologize for, though. Maybe for yelling at him, or maybe for something else.

“...hello? (Y-y/n)?” When he opened the door, he was met face to face with construction workers, and a blank apartment. Kuroos heart stopped beating. A man, who Kuroo believes was the apartment owner, looked at Kuroo, to his schools jacket, and down to his basket saying “I’m sorry (y/n) :(“

“Oh? Are you here for that (h/c)-haired kid?” Kuroo nodded vigorously.

“Sorry bud. He moved out a few days ago.” Kuroo couldn’t hide the devastated frown from tugging at his lips. He mumbled a small “sorry” and spedwalked out of the building.

He spammed (y/n’s) phone, probably texting more than he ever did his whole life combined, with “where are you’s” and “hey look I’m sorry, okay? Please answer me’s”

None of them were even read.

Kenma didn’t react well to knowing one of his best friends moved away so suddenly. Unlike Kuroo, (y/n) was good friends with him, practically attached to the hip. When Kuroo told him he couldn’t find (y/n) at his apartment, Kenma clutched his ds harder and glared at the screen like it was it’s fault for making him disappear.

But as much as Kenma blamed the ds, they both knew it was Kuroos fault.

———

Kuroo strived to be a better person. He came to terms with his feelings for (y/n), and how he could never repeat his mistake again.

He grew to love (y/n), and he messed it up so bad.

He’d be sure to never lead anyone on again, minus when he’d lead his team to victory as their new captain. He’d try and hold less grudges, tell someone when he doesn’t like them, as to let them down easy instead of blowing up in their face, and even bought his team snacks and filled up their water bottles during practice.

Kuroo walked around the unknown streets of miyagi, scanning his eyes for a mop of bleached hair. He knew Kenma got distracted on his phone, but this was excessive, even for him.

Eventually, his eyes landed on two bright figures. Kenmas usual bright blond hair, and a tuft of orange next to him.

“Kenma!”

Kenmas head whipped up, and he shut off his phone, but then a flash of (h/c) came into his peripherals. He looked a little further down and locked eyes with someone who made his throat close up.

(Y/n).

He looked older. Not in the way that he looks physically older, but he carried himself with a somewhat mature, grown stance that made Kuroo so a double take. His hair was slightly longer and he was wearing a black team jacket instead of the red Nekoma jacket he used to wear. Shocked (e/c) colored eyes morphed into an expression of pure resentment, making Kuroos shocked happiness short lived. Kenma walked up next to him, about to ask what happened when Kuroo turned his head away, walking with his head down.

Kenma waved bye to Hinata, when his eyes landed on (y/n). He was talking to a silver headed guy, with a distasteful frown directed at Kuroo. He didn’t say anything though, just ducked his head and walked beside his captain.

———

(Y/n) kept his eyes fixed on the ground, as Nekoma and Karasuno stood in a line, facing eachother. Kenma was practically standing in front of him, shocked to the core, but also averting his gaze. Not just because (y/n), but Hinata next to the boy was staring at him with his mouth agape.

Eventually everyone filed into the gym, Hinata stopping Kenma to talk, while taketora eyed him menacingly. (Y/n) side-eyed the little interaction with an unwanted jealousy. He wanted to talk to Kenma, he WAS his childhood and best friend. But it soon dissipated when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

That jealousy turned into hatred.

“Can we talk, (y/n)?”

(Y/n) slapped Kuroos hand away and stepped past him, pushing him back slightly with his shoulder.

“Don’t call me that. You have no right. It’s

(L/n).”

Kuroo watched as (y/n) stepped into the gym, his lips pressed into a fine line.

—————

(Y/n) sat on a bench in the corner with an obviously closed off aura, watching as people set up the net or the players from both schools talked to eachother. He walked as Kuroo shook hands with Daichi, not noticing the mop of bleached hair sit himself next to him. (Y/n) flinched when he felt something brush his shoulder.

He whipped his head around to find Kenma, sitting right next to him, but looking straight in front of him. He said nothing, and fiddled with his fingers. Guess he didn’t change, even after a new school year.

(Y/n) relaxed a bit and went back to stalking his team and old teammates with a somewhat less intimidating aura. They sat in heavy silence for what seemed like forever, until (y/n) coughed into his Karasuno jacket.

“S-so how you been Ke-“

“So you’re just not gonna tell me why you left?”

Kenma was looking straight at (y/n), with his normal, neutral gaze. It looked like his normal face, but (y/n) knew how hurt he was. He understood, though. He would be hurt too if his best friend moved without saying goodbye.

“I’m...I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine.”

More silence consumed them. Sounds of sneakers squeaking and the rustle of the net being hung up seemed to vanish under the cloud of quiet sheltering them. Kenma stood up.

“I’m not mad. But I know why you left. And I’m not saying it’s a stupid reason, but you should talk to him.”

Kenma walked away without another word, leaving (y/n) to trail his eyes over to his old teammate, now captain. The frown that summoned up on his face came naturally, despite taking Kenmas words to heart.

He also stood up, brushing himself off and turning his cheery attitude back on. Why play a game with a frown when you’re about to destroy your old team?

—————

(Y/n) wasn’t mad he lost. He was actually quite satisfied with ticking off some of his old teammates by receiving spikes or feints no one saw coming. He sort of felt like an inside man. A spy even. It wasn’t enough to secure a win, but (y/n) never really cared for that.

Everyone was bidding their new friends goodbye, or just idly standing by. He promised Kenma to unblock his number, but only if they never talked about Kuroo again. (Y/n) knew he was being petty, but if it meant never talking to that piece of shit again, so be it-

“Stop ignoring me.”

Speak of the fucking devil. (Y/n) didn’t turn around, choosing to clutch the edge of his black jacket instead.

“Then stop trying to fix a friendship that never existed, Kuroo.”

“Oi!” Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) shoulder harshly, pulling him back and making him stumble a little. (Y/n) pried and clawed at Kuroos iron hard grip. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed Kuroos touch, a lot.

“Can we please have a civilized fucking conversation? I’m fuckin begging you here!”

“Stop fucking cursing and let go of me you fuckass scheming bitch!”

(Y/n) swung at Kuroos head, but avertedly missed. He wasn’t sure if he missed on purpose, or if Kuroo ducked. Kuroo grabbed onto (y/n’s) waist, earning a choked squeak, and hauled him over his shoulder. Kuroo looked for a secluded area, ignoring the fists digging repeatedly into his back and the confused stares he got passing by his team and (y/n’s) teammates.

Kuroo practically threw (y/n) off his back, him stumbling down and hitting the back of a wall a bit harshly, and trapped him between his body and the wall. Both of his hands were on either side of (y/n’s) head, and his legs were long enough to trap him in if he tried to escape.

(Y/n) shrunk back into the wall ever so slightly, but kept the scowl present on his face. Kuroo pursed his lips and sighed.

“(Y/n)-“

“Let me go. I don’t wanna tal-“

“GODDAMNIT (Y/N) IM BUSTING MY BALLS HERE TO TELL YOU THAT IM SORRY!” Kuroo slammed his hands against the wall again, earning a surprised flinch from the smaller boy. “FUCKING LISTEN TO ME! PLEASE!”

Kuroos eyes softened a bit when he finally met eyes with (y/n’s) petrified form, cowering against the wall with his arms tucked in shakily. (Y/n) was quick to push past Kuroo though, diving past him and turning around, free from the wall.

“You see-this is what I fucking hate about you! You act so slick and perfect to the point where you lead people on to think they mean something important to you! I wanted to be a writer, Kuroo! I gave that up to spend my time bouncing a fucking volleyball around with you, and what did I get?! Nothing! I only did it for your stupid friendship, yet I didn’t even get that!”

(Y/n) practically had steam rolling out up his ears, and his words dripped with pure hatred with each retort. Kuroo opened his mouth to speak, but (y/n) beat him to it.

“So if you really want to apologize, give me back the blood sweat and tears I wasted on this stupid volleyball shit!”

(Y/n) punched at Kuroos chest with trembling hands. He kept punching and hitting Kuroo until Kuroo gently grabbed his wrists and pulled him into a hug. Kuroo felt him balling his fists into his back, trying to push him away, but he knew he was stronger. (Y/n’s) mouth was muffled by the cloth of Kuroos shirt, yet he still kicked and screamed at the top of his lungs.

“LET ME GO! I WANT MY CHILDHOOD BACK! I WANT ALL THE YEARS I COULD’VE BEEN WRITING OR LITERALLY BE DOING SOMETHING I ACTUALLY FUCKING LIKE BACK! ITS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT MY ARMS HURT EVERYDAY! ITS YOUR FAULT I GAVE UP ON WRITING! ITS YOUR FAULT! I HATE YOU! I HATE VOLLEYBALL! I FUCKING HATE YOU! I hate you! I-I hate...I....”

Yelling turned into incoherent sobs as (y/n’s) punches died out into love taps. Kuroo said nothing, rubbing circles onto (y/n’s) back, who finally gave up and weakly wrapped his arms around Kuroos waist. He stained Kuroo with his salty tears, choking out half assed “let me go”s in between hics and sobs like a broken record.

They stood like that in comfortable silence, Kuroo combing fingers through (y/n’s) hair while the smaller boys sobs turned into occasional sniffles. Kuroo rocked gently from side to side, attempting to calm him down until he was ready to talk.

“I just wanted to be your friend, stupid Kuroo...” his words were barely understandable through the cracks and sniffles of his voice-also being muffled by Kuroos chest-but the taller boy heard every word as clear as day. He rested his chin on top of (y/n’s) head, looking off to the side.

“Sorry. If it means anything, I was stupid enough to hold a childhood grudge against you. You did nothing wrong. I just...i was dumb and disliked you because I thought you were lazy and annoying even though you were anything but that and...yeah. Sorry.”

Kuroo pulled away from the hug, the cold air hitting (y/n) like a truck. He silently whined at the loss of contact, wiping away stray tears with his team jacket. Kuroo awkwardly held his hands behind his back, his tongue suddenly feeling too big to fit comfortably in his mouth.

“...I’m sorry too.”

(Y/n) averted his gaze, his eyes half lidded and puffy from crying. Kuroo looked at (y/n) with a blank expression.

“Why?”

“For um...being annoying or something. And like...bitching a lot. I’m sorr-.”

Kuroo grabbed hold of (y/n’s) shoulders and shook him violently. “Don’t apologize! You don’t have anything to be sorry for! It’s my fault! Let me take the blame!”

“God shut up you’re gonna make me cry again.”

“...sorry.”

Kuroo looked like a kicked puppy, which made (y/n) burst into a fit of laughter. Kuroos ears perked up as he was graced with the sight of (y/n) wiping happy tears off his face and clutching his stomach. It was a beautiful sight, so beautiful that it made Kuroos chest tighten.

Chuckles died out into snickers as (y/n) huffed and leaned against the wall.

“So-what are we? Friends?”

Kuroo hesitantly nodded, watching (y/n’s) face intently for any sign of protest. When (y/n) broke out into a smile, Kuroo felt like he was on cloud nine. Like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders after so long. He felt like he was flying.

“We should probably head back. I gotta go back to my schoo-“

“Yeah. Yeah that’s probably..smart...”

It was kind of bittersweet knowing you had to say goodbye to someone you just got your hands back on, but after (y/n) unblocked his number right infront of him before enveloping him in a hug, he supposed it was alright.

“Bye~! call me~” (y/n) mouthed out, stepping onto the bus. People started asking him if he was crying, or what that meltdown was about, but he just shrugged and put some earbuds in with a reserved smile.

Sports sucks. That’s the mindset (y/n) has, and probably will have forever.

But not when I’m with you.

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Epilogue:

“(Y/n)!” Kuroo ran up behind the boy and picked him up, twirling him around before setting him down. Tsukishima visibly gagged while Yamaguchi snickered behind him, stepping off the bus and preparing for the training camp.

“Yo! What’s up! God I missed you and your stupid hair.”

“I missed you too~”

...

“So...are we-“

“Yeah, that’s what we said on video chat right? I mean-if you meant it and all.”

“I DID!” Kuroo picked his new boyfriend up, this time placing a chaste kiss on the bridge of his nose.

“And god I love you so much.”

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And that’s it!! I hope you enjoyed this series!! Also thank you for 100 followers!! I’m so thankful!!