#futakuchi

[haikyu-mp4]

So sweet

word count; 786 – gn!reader

Not usually favouring sports, you’re in the journalism club to make use of your great eye for design and writing. After watching one of your school’s volleyball team’s official games last season, you took notice of the boring brochures they handed out with the players’ information. You hadn’t yet chosen what to do for your project this semester and decided to lend your talents to making a better representation of the team’s charms and talents. What you didn’t expect to get out of the project was a date.

You received permission from their coach and captain and set up some equipment to take your photos in a room adjacent to the gym during practice. Hopefully, you can encourage them all to pose confidently. In order to not disturb their whole practice, you ask one grade to join you at a time, starting with the first-years and ending with the third-years. Good luck!

You had an easy job photographing the first-years, especially enjoying how Koganegawa attempted to look tough despite his soft nature. Truly a big friendly giant if you ever saw one, but at least he looked confident.

After the first round went so well, you smiled brightly and welcomed the second-years. “Hi! It’s nice to see you guys.”

Futakuchi smiled and started some light conversation on behalf of their group. He also took responsibility for going first. You laughed throughout the process, enjoying his funny comments and poses. Then came Aone, and you expected nothing less. However, he didn’t seem like much of a talker. You still smiled, encouraging him to show off as the most important part of the iron wall. After a few shots, you put down the camera, thinking for a second before looking at him again.

“Aone, you look very… sweet,” you said. If anything was sweet, it was the smile on your face. Sweet? You think he looks sweet? “Can you try a tougher look?”

Aone was flustered, mouth a little open in surprise. Truth is, he had seen you around before and found you so pretty that his face might have looked a little softer than usual now that you were staring at him through the lens. He still could never have expected you to think he looked too sweet, not after the years he spent sitting alone on the train because people thought he looked too scary. Futakuchi couldn’t help but laugh a little and was about to answer for Aone when he spoke up himself. “Sorry. I will try.”

You smiled, happy that he cooperated as you lifted your camera again. Aone wasn’t sure how to adjust, but he really wanted to impress you so he tightened some muscles and tried not to think about how much he wanted to hug or something, hoping it would make you happy with the results. You took a few more pictures and then gave him a thumbs up along with a bright smile. “That’s great! Thank you,” you said, sounding excited. This project will be so cool!

Aone walked over to you and bowed a little, which is what he often did for people he wanted to befriend. However, you thought he might be leaning down to see the photos, so you smiled even wider and took a step closer to him, holding up the camera so he could see the screen. His ears were red as he played along, trying to look more at the pictures than your face. He nodded approvingly, at a loss for words as he stepped to the side and gestured for the next player to step up.

You moved on and happily finished the photoshoot for the second-years, but Aone looked like he hesitated to leave. “Anything I could help you with?” you asked, tilting your head in a way that made the guy’s head spin. Futakuchi looked over his shoulder and slowed down a little so he could eavesdrop.

“You are very beautiful,” Aone said with his hands gathered behind his back. Now you were the flustered one, blinking at him before looking shyly down at your shoes and then back up when he suddenly bowed again. He was about to turn around and go.

“Wait!” you stopped him, resting a hand on his upper arm for a second before pulling away when he turned around, hoping you weren’t about to embarrass yourself. “Maybe we could go for a coffee one day?”

“Yes,” he agreed, seeming to consider his words before he continued. “Futakuchi also told me you need someone to help with the information on the players. I will do that.”

The two of you ended up exchanging numbers and leaving the scene with matching red cheeks, a date plan and butterflies.

the Flyer Series ║ masterlist

/taglist: @cottonlemonade @dira333 @cosmiicdust @nagi-core

[heartfeltarcher]

aofuta

[tendou-satori-chocolatier]

Futakuchi: I hate birthdays. What do I even say?

Futakuchi: congrats on your survival? Good job for not dying?

Moniwa: or you could say happy birthday...?

Futakuchi: ah yes, that works too

[liillyliilly]

The Cactus Project

futakuchi kenji x reader words; 2059 synopsis; Futakuchi never expected to become so oddly attached to a plant. Or the person caring for it.

Futakuchi doesn’t know what had compelled him to start teasing Y/n. Maybe it was that she always seems so put together and he liked to get a reaction out of her. Maybe it was because she also ate the same brand of sour gummies that he liked so much. Or maybe it was because they had been assigned as partners to take care of a small potted cactus for science class.

“Aren’t cactuses meant to be the most self-sufficient plant though.” He said, poking at one of the sharp spines before accidentally pricking his finger. Stuffing his finger in his mouth he looked over to Y/n who was taking notes on the appearance of the cactus.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a My Neighbor Totoro bandaid, sliding it over to him silently.

“Cacti can be very self-sufficient but, without the proper guidance then they fail to stay strong.” Y/n explained, finishing her diagram of the green plant. She slid her notebook across the table for Futakuchi to look at. He wraps the bandaid onto his finger. “It’s kind of like how in volleyball, when you guys don’t practice jumping or something then your skills start to decrease. Does that make sense?” She waved her pencil around trying to compare his interests to the project. He thought it was pretty silly of her to do that, but didn’t know why he enjoyed that she knew he played volleyball.

“Anyway, how do you want to split custody?”

“Custody?” Futakuchi repeated.

“Yeah, custody of Emerson.”

“Emerson?” Futakuchi was starting to feel like a parrot.

Y/n covered her face with her hands and mumbled something. But Futakuchi didn’t understand.

“What was that?” He tugged on her hands, and was surprised at how soft they were compared to his own. When he had finished moving her hands, Futakuchi didn’t know what to do with his own. Getting stunned with the feeling of her skin against his. So, he settled for toying around the ceramic vase that the cactus resided in.

“Emerson is the cactus. I named it, okay?” She shrugged and smiled before getting a black sharpie out and writing ‘Emerson’ on the ceramic pot. “All things deserve a name. Even cacti.” As she finished her statement, she looked back to Futakuchi with big eyes and an earnest side smile.

Her handwriting was clean, crisp even. Futakuchi wanted her to write all his notes for all his class. He wanted her to write her name with his last name. He wondered what his name with her last name would look like for a moment. Pushing those thoughts aside, he tried to start some banter up instead of diving too deep into his potential legal paperwork for name changes.

“How did your parents raise you; I mean do you go around naming the pieces of grass in the fields as well?”

Y/n rolled her eyes, and shook her head at him slightly. When the bell rang, she slid on her backpack and started heading out the door, before turning her head to look at Futakuchi. “I’ll pick up Emerson after school, before you have to go to volleyball. Thanks!” She waved to him before exiting the room. Leaving Futakuchi to rapidly pack up his own stuff, and carry the cactus with him to Modern Japanese. When he sat down, he could feel Aone staring at the plant sitting on the corner of Futakuchi’s desk.

“Science project.” Futakuchi explained. When Aone pointed at the writing, Futakuchi let out an ‘oh’, as a small smile grew on his face. Until he was trying to force the smile back into his body to avoid it from taking over his entire face.

“My partner is a dork. She named the cactus.” Even though Aone doesn’t have eyebrows, he still managed to raise them while tilting his head to the cactus.

“Why’d I let her name it? Well, she, she didn’t give me time to stop her from writing it.” Aone knew that was a lie, Futakuchi could have easily stopped her. Futakuchi didn’t want to stop her, mainly because she seemed to really enjoy carefully writing the letters on the pot.

When the guy who sat in front of Futakuchi swung his bag around his desk, and almost hit Emerson, Futakuchi had to be restrained by Aone. "Bastard can't even look where he's flinging his stuff. Bro! I have a cactus here man! Pay attention to your surroundings!"

Aone stifled a laugh, pushing Futakuchi's shoulder down so he would finally sit down and stop barking at the nonchalant kid.

"I am being calm. This could've been a disaster of the largest proportion Aone."

A shake of the head, and one spitwad later to the student in front of Futakuchi, and the cactus was wrapped in his gym jacket, sitting in his lap.

It was a week later when Futakuchi had begun tapping his foot rapidly against the steps of the entrance to the gym. Looking at the time on his phone for the seventh time in a row. Why was Y/n not here yet? She was usually early to pick up Emerson. He reasoned that it was Friday, so maybe she was making plans with someone. His expression turned just as sour as the candies he was chewing, the thought of her spending time with any of the boys at their school seemed unnatural.

He could only picture her in three scenarios. Her in class with him. Her with Emerson in class. Her with both Emerson and him.

This cactus baby was becoming too real for him. He might actually end up asking her to marry him, and then adopting this cactus as a dependent on his tax forms.

When she finally came into view, Futakuchi eased up so much he almost dropped Emerson. Her hair was a mess, sticking out in odd directions. It reminded him of a bird’s nest.

“What’s with the new hairstyle? Trying to impress me?” Futakuchi taunted.

“I think it rather fits me.” Y/n smiled as she took Emerson into her own grasp. “How’s my little baby doing?” Y/n inspected the spines of the plant, before scrutinizing the dirt. When she realized that the soil wasn’t damp, she clicked her tongue and walked into the gym.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Futakuchi trailed after her.

“Emerson needs water. The gym has sinks in the bathroom. Geez, put two and two together.” She said as if it was the clearest thing in the entire world.

“Wait-don’t go...” Futakuchi closed his eyes, folded his arms, and let out a deep sigh.

The entire Date Tech team was in the bathroom, decorating it for a birthday celebration.

“What is going on here?” Y/n asked. Y/n pulled Emerson closer to her, as she backed up slowly. Accidently bumping into Futakuchi with her back.

“A birthday party?” Koganegawa gives two thumbs up in Y/n’s direction. Aone scratches the back of his head as he holds a bag with colorful streamers at his side.

“For who?”

“For Sakunami!” Koganegawa exclaims.

Futakuchi cringes. What if she thinks we’re weird for decorating the bathroom? What if she thinks I'm weird for allowing them to decorate the bathroom? What if she is going to laugh at us? And, why is she still standing so close to me?

Needless to say, he is very surprised at her next words.

“Can I help?”

As it turns out, Y/n has a pretty good sense for decorating. She was able to help hang the banner, with the help of Aone lifting her up so she could reach the ceiling. She helped Koganegawa put streamers on the toilet stalls. And she was able to water Emerson’s soil. When she took a step back and stood in the entrance of the bathroom, she dusted her hands off by rubbing them together.

“It looks like a solidly decorated birthday party. Good job boys! But, I gotta go. See you on Monday, Futakuchi.”

Aone puts a hand on Futakuchi’s shoulder. Aone nudged his head in Y/n’s direction as she started to leave the gym. “I can’t ask her to stay Aone. She wouldn’t care. C’mon, let’s get going. Sakunami should be here any second.”

Ever since Y/n pitched in to help with the birthday party, Futakuchi didn’t know how to interact with her. He fumbled and guarded himself. Putting up an iron wall of his own to shield himself from her growing too much onto him. He really wanted to keep being his normal self around her, but she made it really difficult. Seeing as she was almost too perfectly an equal to him. She matched him in everything he did, whether it was jokes or just being way too easy to talk too.

“Hey, Futakuchi, I have a really big favor to ask you.” Y/n clasped her hands together as she rested her elbows on the table, looking intently at him.

“Yeah?”

“Can you have Emerson for tonight? I won’t be home to make sure that they are safe from the sun in my window sill.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks so much, I owe you one.” Y/n leaned back into her chair as she went back to writing her notes down as she studied Emerson.

Futakuchi would have liked to ask what she was doing to not be able to watch Emerson. But he settled for watching her hand move as she wrote down her notes. And for a while, he was glad that he was able to do the cactus project with Y/n. It made him feel secure.

A few days later, Y/n said that she had an extra examination she wanted take for extra credit, and that she would be able to pick up Emerson after his volleyball practice.

"Keep him safe okay?" She threw up a peace sign before going back to the main school building for her extra credit.

Where to set Emerson down while he was at practice was becoming a puzzle that he had no clue of how to solve. But everyone on the team kept nagging him about starting practice so he set Emerson down on the bench at the very corner of the gym.

It was a horrible decision, really. It was a spike gone wrong. A mistake in the angling. A glitch in the matrix. It was a stab to the heart.

When he heard the ceramic shatter, Futakuchi thought that he would also end up shattering as well. Hovering over the broken pot, there was dirt all over the gym floor, and Emerson broken into a hundred sharp pieces. He knelt down and grabbed a handful of dirt and just stared at the mess. When Koganegawa tried to help by getting out a broom, Futakuchi snapped at him and told everyone to go home. That practice was over today due to highly unfortunate circumstances.

He didn’t even notice when Y/n had entered the gym.

“That's unfortunate.” Y/n sat down next to him crossing her legs and setting her hands on her knees.

“I bet you hate me.”

“You would lose that bet.” Y/n gripped his wrist and made him dump the dirt back onto the pile. Dusting his hand off slightly, she slipped her fingers in-between his. There sat two teenagers, holding hands and staring at a pile of dirt and debris. “I guess we are just going to have to spend some extra time together to make up the project.”

Futakuchi didn’t know why she was being so nice about this. He had ruined the project they had been working on for over three weeks. When she stood up and pulled him with her, she brushed her hand against his cheek to remove some soil that had gotten on his face.

“You have to name the next cactus.” When she started laughing, her shoulders shaking and smile wider than the gap of space between the two, Futakuchi came up with one of his normal comments.

“It’ll be a much better name than Emerson when I come up with one.”

“I have no doubts about that.”

Even though they had to re-do the project. And even though it was difficult. Even plants can grow in seemingly barren habitats. Just like how love can grow from a cactus project.

[suckishima]

[topokky11]

101122 haikyuu fanart

Happy birthday futakuchi and Yamaguchi 🎉🎂

Simple art for you guys im sorry

[catluniscia]

Futakuchi-onna Decora Fashion Queen

So More Japanese Yokai horror today, and this time its the Futakuchi-onna, a uh woman with two mouths one on the back of her head, and well I had fun doing it, I was going to go something simple and do her eating just basic takoyaki and then I added a bobba drink for fun and decided to make this classic yokai in a modern setting, people have done that before right? 

And as I was drawing I was thinking of Japanese street fashion and I remembered one called decora which is about decoration oneself with lots and lots of accessories, and this one is basically hair based because I thought it would be a fun look, don't worry the hair bands are in parts that are common split off points, no sentient hair is harmed. As for Background, well Japanese street fashion needs to be on a Japanese street right? And so I based this lovely street on a part of Dotonbori which is the inspiration of Sotenbori -hides all my yakuza games- funny how that happened right? -hiding the Majima merch- So I think this is a cute image and I hope I can do something both cute and scary for this.

[calqlate]

HAIKYUU AS THINGS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID PT. 23

INCLUDES: asahi + bokuto + daichi + futakuchi + kiyoko + oikawa + sugawara

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used + includes sexual content

MASTERLIST

A/N: posting a day late cuz i forgot abt it 😭 n e ways enjoy! :D

daichi: i hate this group all y'all talk about are fanfics and sexual shit related to that without being actually like involved in sex

daichi: it's amazing

futakuchi: exactly

futakuchi: this is the ideal group dynamic of questionably horny teenage boys

oikawa: @/kuroo we were broskis

bokuto: NOSKIS

asahi: ok i should uh start finding some facts

sugawara: thailand is in southeast asia🤩

sugawara: they speak thai!!!

kiyoko: asahi and daichi will disown you

sugawara: ngl they probably almost did several times

kiyoko: not surprising

sugawara: 👎

© CALQLATE. all rights reserved. please do not copy, modify, repost, or translate my works on any platform.

[phant0m-ch3rry]

some doodles from twt! 

[haikyu-mp4]

I would like to listen to One Thing with Futakuchi 🫶🏻

(This is such an adorable event!!!)

Now playing... One Thing

word count; 715 – f!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

“Have a great day!” you told the old lady who just bought a few peonies, appreciating her smile because you knew she would return when they wilted.

“You too, dear!”

A young man held the door open for her on his way inside, nodding politely before walking up to where you were arranging some flowers by the register.

“Hello, how can I help you today?” you asked, finally getting a good look at him. He was handsome, no doubt, quite tall and sporting a boyish charm.

“I need to get flowers for my grandmother. Probably roses or something is fine,” he said, so you pointed him towards the corner where you had a wide selection of roses.

“Roses are a classic,” you answered, a practised response by now, but then you sighed before adding another flower to the arrangement in your hands. “-but quite boring.”

The man stopped and turned back around to you, now having lifted one eyebrow that you mirrored as a challenge. “They’re for my grandma,” he said.

“Guess you’re not her favourite, then.”

He huffed and shook his head, but the grin told you he enjoyed this. Walking back over, he leaned both hands on the counter and tilted his head slightly. “Okay, flower genius. What would you suggest?”

You held eye contact and lifted the finished bouquet you had been preparing, which included a beautiful mix of some of your personal favourites. “This right here is a real winner, I’m telling you.”

“Is this what the grandmas like nowadays? Didn’t know they were so picky.”

“Anyone can buy flowers. The real winners are those who put a little heart into it.”

“Just saying she would be thankful for anything.”

“Probably, if that’s all she’s used to getting.”

While people rushed by outside on their way to wherever life was taking them, the two of you were completely caught up in this moment, eyeing each other like you were committing each detail of each others’ faces to memory without the other one noticing.

“You’re good.” He finally rolled his eyes and held up his credit card and you could just make out his last name on it before typing in the price with a little teasing cheer of victory. Futakuchi.

“I know.” Futakuchi took the opportunity to stare at you more pointedly. Obviously, you’re gorgeous, but even more attractive was how you kept up with the banter. Your last name was on your name tag and he almost accidentally said it out loud while repeating it in his head.

It was still repeating on a loop when he returned a week later, storming into your little flower shop. “Could you make another one of those bouquets?”

“Futakuchi,” you exclaimed in surprise at how suddenly he appeared while you were reorganising pots by the door. Thankfully, he didn’t seem to notice that you knew and remembered his name. “The same as last time? What for?”

As he answered, you brushed past him to gather all the flowers you needed to make what he wanted. “A girl I like.”

You wiggled your eyebrows, carrying everything to the register and beginning right away. “Oo, a special lady.”

Futakuchi huffed sharply, reminding you of the last time he was here as you glanced up for a glimpse of his charming smile. “She’s special, all right. Can’t figure out why, but she’s been on my mind.”

He asked what your name was and told you his in return, making time fly by telling you how his grandma loved the flowers he bought last time. Your hands worked with ease, threading the flowers together in a perfect balance to ensure whoever he gave this to would feel their heart quicken the same way yours did right now.

After he paid, your lips formed a straight line, assuming he would leave with the finished bouquet, but instead, he held it out to you over the counter with a sheepish smile. “Would you let me take you out for dinner?”

You grinned widely and accepted the flowers, hiding behind them as your cheeks burned. The stuff he said earlier was about you. “I’ll allow it.”

Futakuchi initiated his mission to make her get out of my head and fall into my arms instead.

And we all know it worked.

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[aku-jumbi]

[junasceu]

October of Monster Gals day 21: Futakuchi-Onna

[xankiir]

𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗚𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦... | 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗆

[suckishima]

i like to imagine they communicate solely by grunting and pointing their chins up at each other until eventually theyre both just staring at the ceiling trying not to fall over backwards

[dira333]

No way!! The iconic Two Guys From Naruto! I absolutely cannot pick just one lol their dynamic is way too perfect to solo one of them 😭 I just know Kotetsu’s gonna have me stressed. Gonna have hair whiter than Kakashi’s by our 2nd date but that’s okay. He’ll make up for it, I’m sure. If he can’t, Izumo will 🥺 they’d have to pay for the damages though.

FELLOW SHINO GIRLY. Let me set you up on a date with him!!! He’d bring you to a quiet little tea house for your date. Once you’d get him going about his bugs, I’m sure he’d end up yapping your ear off. Just don’t talk over him ;; I remember him holding grudges against Naruto for years lol if your first date would go well, he’d bring you along at night to watch some fireflies 🥺 sappy, sentimental guy he is. He’d be blushing underneath his collar the entire time hrjdhdj

And lol it’s meee! The MattsunMakki anon! You got my taste down pat with Ace and The Two Guys From Naruto o.o; you’re reading my mind omg. Can I ask for (one last) first date? Haikyu, of course! Its been super fun!

ah, that's so sweet of you for setting me up as well! I'm going to have to save this.

I actually wrote my first shino fic this week, can you believe it took me this long?

I know, I know you like Mattsun and Makki. I know... but this is my game, so....

I'm setting you up with Futakuchi.

In all honesty, I think he actually locked Mattsun in the closet so that he could get a chance. Terushima who? No, he's the only silly little pathetic guy left to go out with you. That's how manipulative he can get. Not that he's very good at lying.

I think Aone has rubbed off on him a little, which means he's putting a lot more effort into making you happy. He's got the expensive seats at the cinema, but he takes you to a really crappy movie just to shit-talk it - his idea of having fun - and a karaoke bar right after that.

Futakuchi likes to stir the pot, he likes to make a mess, he likes to... meddle in things he shouldn't meddle in.

But he's also a pathetic wet rag of a man, and he's down bad for you the moment you even glance his way. Watch him go from angry Chihuahua to "Yes Mam," in a second, all it needs is a glare his way.

He's a fast learner and he wants to make you happy... sooo?

Will you give him a chance? He says "Please, please, please!"

[valerianodrawsthings]

22nd Mythical March creature was a Futakuchi-onna, or in English: Two-mouthed Woman!

Fun fact: it was so hard for me to get the proportions of the face right with this angle that I actually had my girlfriend pose for me so I could visualise it!