#futakuchi kenji imagines

[cottonlemonade]

A Risky Game

warnings: mdni, suggestive

You tried to call for a truce when your boyfriend was getting closer but without any luck. Only just managing to race around the kitchen counter, you got some space between you two. The tickle fight had started out as small pokes during a heated round of Mario Kart and quickly escalated to the point where you now unleashed something primal. Your roommates were out, but right now you could have really used some help. He had a dangerous glint in his eyes, his body lowered over the kitchen island, ready to pounce to whichever side you decided to run.

You managed to trick him for a second and then ran down the corridor. The door to your room was closed, it would take too long to open so you took a sharp left and darted through the open door of the utility room, slamming the door shut between you and him, but it did you little good. He quickly managed to press the door open and now you were trapped. He bit his lip, adding to the cocky grin.

You put up your arms in defeat, ducking low in anticipation of a new tickle attack, which ensued a heartbeat later.

“Stop stop stop stop!“, you called breathlessly. His arms were tightly wrapped around you from behind and you could feel his chest heaving as much as yours.

“You give up?“, he asked, his fingers brushing over your plump sides again, making you wiggle in a new wave of laughter.

“Yes, yes! I give up!“

“And what do we say?“

“I‘m sorry I threw the blue shell.“

“Thank you, baby.“, he chuckled and kissed your cheek before releasing you, his eyes back to soft and adoring.

He studied you for a second, then stepped closer again, making you fear that he changed his mind. Instead he gave you a look. The look.

Without any kind of effort he lifted you onto the washing machine, running his warm hands up and down your bare legs, getting closer to the hem of your loose shorts with every stroke.

For a while you didn‘t do anything, just enjoyed the feeling of his lips on your neck and his hands now between your plush thighs.

You heard the faint sound of keys jangling and your front door unlocking and you wanted to call a Hello but… he set his index finger to his lips. He looked into your eyes searching for any kind of objection, all the while taking off your shorts with well practiced moves.

He waited for another heartbeat but when you didn't stop him, he locked the door, smiled and got on his knees.

Bokuto, Atsumu, Osamu, Noya, Kuroo, Futakuchi, Konoha, Sugawara, Mattsun, Makki, Tendou, Semi, Iwaizumi, Oikawa, Post-time skip Hinata, Ukai, Suna, Hoshiumi, Yaku, Hirugami, Daichi, your fave

[vilintciay]

“Baby, you have no idea what I want, no idea what I need. I don't want to be your friend, I don't want to start over again. I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight, until the only thing you can think about is my cock buried deep inside this tight little cunt.

I want to be the man who fucks you so hard and so good that you'll never even think about being friends with me again. I want to ruin you for all other men, want to make it so that the only thing you can think about is being my personal fuck toy. So shut the fuck up and take it.”

!TOXIC EX BF!; OIKAWA, KYOUTANI, ATSUMU, Futakuchi, Semi, TENDOU, Suna, Matsukawa, IWAIZUMI, TERUSHIMA, Daishou, Osamu.

[wttcsms]

listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader word count 3.5k synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together. content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted) prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite

Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week. 

Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it. 

The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 

He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—

“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides. 

She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks. 

“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.” 

She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again. 

He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.  

“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game. 

“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up. 

“What?” 

“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.” 

When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude. 

“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.

“I was here first. You should move.”

You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away. 

You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business. 

Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man. 

“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression. 

Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker. 

“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.” 

Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute. 

“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had. 

His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners. 

Silence. 

This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill. 

He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around. 

Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.

“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get. 

His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed. 

“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin. 

“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat. 

“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.

“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor. 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun. 

(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.” 

“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers. 

“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?” 

“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side. 

“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”

You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”

“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.” 

You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?” 

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down. 

“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to. 

“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.” 

“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out. 

“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”

You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.” 

“The truth?”

“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.” 

“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?” 

“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious. 

He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?” 

“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”

“It’s polite.”

“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.” 

Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.” 

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends. 

He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze. 

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”

You make a face. 

“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.” 

He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.” 

“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.” 

“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.” 

“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?” 

“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.” 

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?” 

“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?” 

Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice. 

“Those are your solutions?” 

You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making. 

“So, what about your other problems?” 

“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I  went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.” 

“What’s so problematic about that?” 

“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.” 

“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?” 

“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.” 

He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever. 

“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under. 

Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry. 

He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.  

“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment. 

“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside. 

“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.” 

Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.” 

“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.” 

“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.” 

You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?” 

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.” 

In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring. 

“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry. 

Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking. 

You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod. 

Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.

[suplicyy]

[Prompt Series pt.6]

Holding hands with Futakuchi

— Summary: Futakuchi holds your hand so you don't get lost in a crowd.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

Ever since Futakuchi became the captain of the Date Tech volleyball team, a weight began to fall on his shoulders. Needing to deal with the people on his team (mainly Koganegawa) , create strategies more frequently, and among many other things made him realize that his third-year teammates would be missed.

So as the team manager and Futakuchi's childhood friend, you tried to support him as best you could. You've been keeping to yourself for a while that you're in love with him, and without knowing if he feels the same way, you chose not to confess yet, for fear of losing your long-term friendship with him over feelings you considered "idiots".

Today, Kenji needed to go to a sporting goods store to look for some new knee pads for him and Koganegawa, who somehow managed to tear it, since the new captain doesn't have much confidence in the setter's ability to buy it by himself. And you of course offered to go along, with the excuse that "going out shopping alone is boring", but deep down you just asked to come along so you could be close to him.

The only problem is that you guys left on the weekend, and since the closest sports store was inside a mall, you can imagine how crowded the place was when you arrived. Apparently there was a mega promotion at an electronics store in the mall, and that's why there were more people than usual.

But that didn't stop you from fulfilling your goal, at least not now.

The walk to the sports store was quite peaceful, you were able to easily find the knee pads, and after paying for them you two left the place. But this is where the problem starts.

Somehow, the mall seemed busier than when you entered, getting lost there could be quite easy.

Futakuchi's eyebrows furrowed in discontent, looking at the crowd passing through the mall's corridors. He sighs and he abruptly grabs your hand, with you being pulled away as he starts walking. You blush at the unexpected contact, and try to catch up to the rhythm of his steps.

"W-What are you doing!?" you say, irritated that he pulled you away without warning, but a little embarrassed to be holding hands with him. "Taking us out of here, obviously."

On your way out of the mall, you inevitably bumped into a few people here and there, but it wasn't like it was possible to walk past without bumping into someone either. If Kenji wasn't holding your hand right now, you would have definitely lost track of him.

His hand in yours caused a comforting feeling in you, he wasn't the type of person who liked physical affection, so the fact that he was holding your hand so gently left you a little confused. 'He must only be doing this so I don't get lost in the crowd ...' you thought. You didn't want to get your hopes up for such a simple act, but you still wished that deep down your feelings were reciprocal.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't realize that you had already left the mall until Futakuchi caught your attention with a snap of his fingers.

"Earth calling [Name], do you ever pay attention to where you're going?" "H-Hey, I'm not that absent-minded!" "Oh sure..." he says in an ironic tone.

You glare at each other, but Futakuchi soon laughs at the pout you give, annoyed by his provocation. As he laughed, he unconsciously shook your hand, and with this gesture you realized that you were still holding hands. You feel your cheeks heat up from the physical contact.

He soon notices your embarrassed expression, and when he realizes that he has been holding your hand this whole time, he looks to the side embarrassed with his cheeks dyed pink, but he doesn't make any movement or even show that he wants to let go of your hand.

"I'm going to take you home now, your mother will be worried if you stay out for too long..." you look at him, who is avoiding making eye contact with you. You can't see his face properly because he's looking elsewhere, but from his red ears you can tell he's shy by the situation.

You guys are known for always teasing each other at any opportunity that comes your way, so it would be normal for you to playfully mock him at this point, however all you could think about right now is how cute he looks when he's embarrassed.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight. Maybe your feelings were reciprocated after all.

A/N — I ran out of ideas for this one, but I tried my best to write something good, so I hope you like it!!

— Prompt chosen for this post: Person A and Person B holding hands because there's a crowd but not letting go when they get out of it.

[Prompt Series Masterlist]

[sim-patelle]

Futakuchi actually watches quiz-shows. It's always fun seeing him getting annoyed at the answers of the candidates if it's wrong. It's not like his answers are always right, but it's just amusing to see him as he mumbles his thinking out loud.

[mrs-kodzuken]

Forever Mine ♡

Pairing: Aged up!Kenji Futakuchi x fem!reader

WC: 1.3k

Genre: fluff, marriage au

CW: fem!reader, implied short!reader, marriage au, fluff, slight overbearing mother?, mentions of food repeatedly, mention of no father, platonic boob holding

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"Girl, hush, you had a granola bar this morning; you'll be fine!" I heard my mom scold me.

I just stared at her, feeling my stomach growl. "But that doesn't calm my stomach," I pointed out.

Ever since I was little, I have always been a person who could put away a lot of food. And I was getting married to my fiancé in a couple of hours. Which unfortunately meant that in order to not be bloated in my wedding dress, I couldn't eat right this second.

She glared and said, "Calm down. You'll get food when you're done." She spoke, fixing my hair in the mirror.

The idea of food never left my thoughts or stomach.

I could really go for some pizza right now. Maybe I could call the pizza place really quickly without my mom knowing? That is, if I'm ever out of her line of sight.

"I can't believe that you're getting married. It just seems as if I was changing your diapers." My mom wiped away a small tear. She had suddenly got super emotional.

"Mom, you said you weren't going to cry till after the ceremony." I laughed lightly.

"But seriously, I don't like seeing you cry." I gave her a small hug, making sure not to mess up my hair.

"Oh, are the bridesmaids almost done? I want to see how they look." I pulled away from the hug and entered the room connected to mine.

"Good god, you all look wonderful!" I astonishingly said to all of them.

Suddenly, a herd of women surrounded me. And of course, with my short height, I was hardly able to get out of their grasp.

"Do you need help with your makeup? I'll do it for you." I looked at my friend, whom I asked to be a bridesmaid.

"Ah, thank you," I thanked her whilst I grabbing the makeup box.

After about an hour, we all had done almost all of each other's makeup and because I needed something to take my mind off of hunger.

"Is everything ready?"

"Yes, dear. Now all you have to do is walk your fine ass down the aisle and become a Futakuchi." My soon to be husband said through the door.

I have been talking to my fiancé for about ten minutes now. I wouldn't let him see me till I was walking down the aisle, I didn't want any bad luck on our special day.

However, my smile was quickly replaced by a groan of hunger.

"Babe? Are you alright?" I heard him through the door. He couldn't open it obviously, but I could tell he definitely wanted to.

"I'm fine, just hungry." I lightly laughed. If I didn't get food in me quick, I was sure I was going to die.

Hearing no response from Kenji at the door, I furrowed my brows. Getting on my knees, I bent down to see if his shoes were still there from under the door.

Which they weren't, by the way.

Suddenly, a loud gasp made me look up. I saw my mom there, looking as if she was about to scold me for being on the floor.

I silently told Kenji I loved him as I received an earful from the woman who raised me all my life.

"Ah, yes, thank you for that," I awkwardly said to my mother. She sighed and shooed me away, saying something like I should already be in my dress and shoes.

Sorry mom, but I was more worried about my future husband than a dress and heels, even if they were gorgeous.

A loud knock sounded throughout the room. The bridesmaids had pulled me into their room as if sensing Kenji was outside that door.

I pressed my ear against the mahogany door while listening. Although, it seemed to be that I was hearing for exactly nothing.

"(Y/n)? You can come out now." I finally heard someone speak, kind of sounding like my mom.

Once my mom said that, I rushed out to see if anything was wrong.

I noticed a pizza box in her hands, she handed it to me.

"Did Kenji get this?" I asked hesitantly, a smile coming upon my cherry-colored lips.

"Yeah, you said you were hungry, so I went and got you my favorite pizza. Enjoy babe." I heard a kissy sound from him through the door, and his foot steps trailed away.

Dear God, I love that man. Which is exactly why I'm going to marry him.

I set the pizza box down and quickly indulged in it, not really caring if it was burning my mouth or not. I sure was hungry.

I'll definitely have to thank him for this. I almost died from the lack of food.

"After that piece, I'll save it for you. You need to be in your dress and down the hall in ten minutes." I heard my mom lecture looking at her gold wristwatch, as I shoved the crust into my mouth.

I saluted and licked my fingers, heading towards the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my hands.

"Are you ready?" I saw a plastic bag that held my dress in it.

I nodded and took off my robe, which revealed the embarrassing black lingerie my best friend had put me in.

She said something along the lines of, I should get the attention of my man by wearing something hot.

As if I didn't get his attention already. I could hardly stop him from paying attention to me and what was underneath the clothes.

After I slipped on the dress, I was down the hall in a short period of time.

I was met with my mom, who would walk me down the aisle. I mean, who needed a dad anyway?

We hooked arms as I nervously held the bouquet. Even though I've woken up to his handsome face plenty of times, it still gets the knots in my stomach going.

Later, rather than sooner, our vows were said and the celebration of my marriage lasted for hours.

Kenji had been lying on my breasts for the past thirty minutes. I love him so much, I truly do, but I was about to snap, it was uncomfortable.

I shifted, trying to move his head so it would be lying between them instead.

"Why are you moving? Are you uncomfortable?" He looked up sweetly at me.

I glared at his handsome face, which pissed me off even more than his big ass head.

"Your fat head is hurting my boobs," I whined, shoving his head down to my mid-gut.

"You could have just said so; let's switch places then." He laughed softly, putting my comfort over his.

Right as I was about to question him, he had flipped us over. Where I had my back against his chest instead.

I snuggled my back into his chest, paying more attention to the movie now that I was comfortable and happy.

We got married two months ago, but yet he still says dumb shit like this.

"I can massage them for you." I could almost feel the smirk on his face.

I tore my eyes off the screen and just stared at him. How the hell is someone so perfectly annoying?

"As much as I'd like that, I'm watching a good movie right now, babe." I pointed it out, shifting so I could have more cover.

"Can I hold them then? They're always really warm." He commented, nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

Before I could comment, his hands slipped under my shirt, and I felt his extremely large hands hold my breasts.

This was some kind of 'normal' thing we would do. However, it most likely didn't seem as normal as he thought.

"Kenji?" I mumbled, my eyes burning from looking at the television screen without blinking.

He hummed to answer, and I could feel the small vibration through his chest.

"I love you."

He pulled his hand from my shirt and squeezed my body in a tight hug, "I love you too, baby."

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a/n: this is from my book “Haikyuu x Reader One Shots” from Wattpad! I hope you enjoyed and let me know if you would like more!

the header is from FutakuchiKenji7 on X

[asena-graywolf]

🔞 Shower Together 🔞

You didn't really wake up from your sleep. But you could see your awake boyfriend, shirtless, playing on the phone, even in a drowsy state. Abdominal and arm his muscles looked very sexy

Noticing that you were moving, he turned to look at you.

"Good morning sleepy mole" he made fun of you

"Good morning," you said, smacking and stretching.

"What did you sleep but..."

"What time is it?" you asked sleepily

“09.30” he replied

You lay on your back, you covered your face with your arm

"Too early" you muttered

“Come on…enough sleep,” she said, trying to encourage you to get up.

You moan with your back to Kenji

"A little more"

Kenji put his phone down on the nightstand next to him. He approached you from behind and wrapped his arms around you. Your back was against his bare chest and you could feel his warmth on your own body.

“You know?…I used to dream of you all the time in the shower. How I fucked your beautiful body under the hot water…and how I fucked you”

You had goosebumps as you whispered those nasty words in his ear. His fingertips had taken a little stroll over your arm, and obviously these weren't exactly innocent touches.

“Kenji…stop that” you moaned

He lowered his lips from her ear to her neck. His other hand was playing with your hair. He ran his fingers through your strands of hair.

You felt his warm breath on your neck. You knew you were inhaling your scent

“How warm your neck is. I swear I'll sleep here"

You grabbed his hand that went around his waist and interlocked your fingers with his from above

"My love, please I'm so sleepy"

"Really? I know how to wake you up. This idea may sound nasty to you, but…how about taking a shower together?”

Suddenly your eyes opened. Your previously paleness vanished in an instant. You turned to him and pressed your palm to his face, trying to push him away.

"Pervert!"

“What is it! It's like I've never fucked you before,huh? "

“How can you think of all this in the morning? You're unbelievable!”

“At least I managed to wake you up,” he said, taking her hand on her face and kissing her palm.

Your heart softened when you saw a pair of loving brown eyes staring at you. You smiled at him and slipped into his arms. You laid your head on his bare chest and inhaled his scent.

“Oh Kenji! I can never be angry with you. Your sweetness is enough to calm me down"

"You're lucky to have a cute boyfriend beauty," he said stroking her head and kissing her on the top of her head.

“It would be great if you stopped praising yourself every time.”

Although you were alluding to it, you were attracted by the smell of chocolate emanating from Kenji's body.

“Your fragrance is sweet”

“So you like my scent too?”

"Certainly. How can I not like my boyfriend's scent? Whenever I hug him, his warmth and scent make me feel peaceful”

He kissed you on the forehead. You put your hand on his neck while he was stroking your hair, then you went down to his bubbles, from there you touched his chest, lastly his abs

"Your body is so great. How long did it take you to build these muscles?”

“In 3 months. So that you can sleep comfortably on it"

"You are crazy!"

After smiling at each other, Kenji innocently gave you a kiss on your lips.

“If you like this fragrance, I can give you your secret”

you were worried

"How?"

“I'll show you in the shower. I will wash you with the same shower gel and you will smell like me.

“Oh well okay! I agree."

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom together. Kenji adjusted the temperature of the water. Then he helped you undress. He was already wearing panties, and a worn-out T-shirt.

“Can I help you undress?”

You agreed, "yes"

“Raise your arms,” he instructed you.

You did as he said. You raised your arms and he gently took off your shirt. He had seen you naked before, but this time you were embarrassed. You covered your breasts with your arms

“Hey don't! Why are you depriving me of the twin buns?" he said to you with a grin

"Kenji…okay you've seen me naked before but since it's our first time in the bathroom…I'm a little embarrassed"

“Come on, don't be shy! Take your hands off so I can see your great boobs" and he took off his sweatpants and remained in only white boxer.

"Okay" you said and shyly pulled up your arms and showed her your bare breasts.

Kenji was looking at you with admiration

“You are so beautiful y/n. I wanna squeeze your boobs”

Even three of Kenji's words made his panties wet.

Steam from the hot water enveloped every corner of the bathroom. You would both be considered naked

Kenji took a step towards you before shoving you in the shower. He grabbed her shoulder and brought her head close to her ear

“For me, are you wet again?”

You could feel the speed of your heartbeat outside your chest. There was a spark growing between her legs. You could feel a surge of pleasure coming from your clitoris to your stomach.

Kenji's fingers found your clit through your wet panties. He pressed a little hard, you moaned in momentary pain

“Oh, Kenji…”

“I see you are ready from yesterday. Then take it off so I can see your wetness closely"

"Oh, can't we just do it?"

Kenji chuckled

"Why is that?"

“This…that is so embarrassing. I'm so embarrassed that you look at my wetness"

Kenji's patience was slowly running out.

“Oh, you played hard so much, y/n-chan. Anyone who sees it thinks that you will show me your cunt for the first time. They'll think we're both rookie virgins"

You finally agreed and stopped resisting

“Well okay. But don't forget we're in the bathroom. They can hear our voices”

"There's a simple solution to this, honey," he said, and closed the louver of the small air vent in the bathroom.

"That's it. No one can hear us anymore. Come on. Take a shower with me"

You gathered all your courage and took off your underwear in front of each other.

Your genitals were now visible to each other.

You went under hot water. The hot water drops touching your skin made you relax. Then Kenji's slow and passionate kiss increased the level of serotonin secreted in your body.

You were both soaking wet from head to toe. The water gushing from the shower drain was running down your head. Kenji parted his lips from you. You opened your eyes and saw that her cheeks were red.

“Y/n” he said gently, placing his hand on your cheek and stroking it.

Then he kissed you a second time passionately and this time more passionately. He stuck his tongue into his mouth while kissing. You were sucking his tongue too, exploring every inch of each other's mouths.

As he pulled his full lips away from yours, you stared at the drool that stretched between you from the tips of your tongues.

Keeping his posture, Kenji reached for the shower faucets and turned off the water. As soon as you turned off the water, the hot air vapor around you suddenly disappeared.

Goosebumps are slowly starting to get goosebumps

“Oh? Kenji I'm…I'm cold" you said wrapping your arms around yourself

A daring grin appeared on his face

"Don't worry. I'll warm you up now."

You thought the softness of his voice would innocently hug you and warm you with his skin, but Kenji's suddenly changed demeanor made you feel like you had been slapped.

"Kneel down!" he said like a commander giving orders to his subordinate

"W-What?" you stammered in surprise

“You heard what I said. I want my dick in your mouth. Suck that!”

He considered the possibility of your hesitation and pressed your head, causing you to get down on your knees.

“If you try to resist, I will force it into your mouth. You either be a submissive bitch and listen to me, or I'll fuck you to death. Now… obey my orders, sweetheart”

Kenji's dominance and authoritarianism was enough to make you shiver. Your sweet boyfriend, who didn't hesitate to fight with you, was turning into a despot when it came to having sex.

If you obeyed him, maybe you could taste another form of sex. So you agreed to follow his orders

"You command, sir," you said to him in submission.

Kenji grinned triumphantly.

“Fine,” he said, grabbing you by the hair and tugging you hard towards him.

"Take that in your mouth!"

You instinctively opened your mouth and took Kenji's hardened erect dick in your mouth. As soon as you took it in your mouth, you were short of breath. He had your dick all up his throat. You made weird noises in your throat, you looked at Kenji with your watery eyes pleadingly.

"Come on! You are a submissive slut.You're not going to ask me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head no

“So suck it up. Throw it all in your mouth,bitch!”

He grabbed his head and pressed it to himself. You could feel his thick, hardened cock in your throat. You started licking your head back and forth.

After a while, Kenji got tired of your slow pace and grabbed hold of the back of his hair. You took your dick out of your mouth

“Speed ​​up! I want to cum”

“But we just started”

He sadistically slapped your in the face and before you knew what it was, you felt his huge dick in your mouth again.

“I told you to speed up! I'm going to cum into your pretty little mouth whether you’d like it or not! Keep on!"

With another slap on your cheek, a red handprint appeared where he had slap.

You did exactly what he said, treating Kenji like an obedient slut.

You continued to suck on Kenji's hardened cock until he ejaculated.

“I'm cumming y/n”

He muttered loudly and groaned, grabbed the back of your head as you ejaculated, pulled you towards him and cum all over your mouth.

You felt your hardened cock soften again in your mouth and coughed as you removed it.

The semen that filled every corner of his mouth flowed into his palms.

“Clean these things up,” he ordered, showing you the semen on the end of your dick.

You carried out your order without question. You cleaned it using your tongue like a cleaning cloth

"Stand up!" and gave you the second order.

You stood up. Kenji brought his index and thumb together between your legs and began massaging his clit back and forth.

You were soaking wet while blowing Kenji and your cunt was very sensitive. You meowed as you felt Kenji's fingers

“How does it feel?”

You couldn't answer with pleasure. Only two words came out of your mouth between your short intermittent breaths.

"So nice"

“Look at you. You're drenched."

He pressed his fingers harder against you. This time he touched your sensitive area. You almost screamed.

“You’re gung ho. Turn around, put your hands on the wall”

He pushes you against the wall and you put your hands on the wall and turn your back on him. You lifted your hips a little to rest against him.

“You are so impatient. I'm not going to get right into it."

He leaned against you from behind and his fingers cupped both of your breasts.

“How soft they are”

He started massaging her breasts as if kneading dough. He squeezed his hardened nipples between his two fingers

“You are hardened. Do you want to cumming from your nipples too? Or do you just want to cum out of your cunt waiting to be fucked? Tell me baby, what do you want?"

You felt his hot breath on your neck. Then she dug her teeth into your delicate skin, leaving you with a feeling of pain and pleasure competing against each other.

He didn't pull his teeth out of your neck until he was bruised.

You couldn't answer their questions, you just groaned that you felt both pain and pleasure.

“I get it, honey. You want me to go your inside. Wouldn't I ever give you what you want?"

He slapped your ass with all his might. Then he entered it for as little as the speed of light. The thick cock that got into the pussy enlarged the walls of the vagina. It started to move quickly inside. Spanking your hips occasionally

“Ohh…Kenji!”

"What are you? Are you cumming right away?" he said mockingly

“I don't think I can hold it”

You got another slap on your hip

“Shut up! You can't ejaculate before I cumming!”

"No!" You were literally crying with pleasure as you pleaded.

He stopped moving inside

"What did you say?" he said in a menacing voice

You took a deep breath and cried out in impatience

“I wanna cum Kenji! Fuck me!”

"So you wanna cum"

He turned you face-to-face again and grabbed your hips and lifted you up. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. You shivered as your back pressed against the freezing wall. Kenji caught your throat with one hand

“If you want to cum, you hafta look at my face while cumming! Otherwise, the results won’t be good for you.”

You nodded okay. Once Kenji got inside, your vaginal walls tightened again and you started to get more and more wetter.

You could hear the sound of Kenji's skin hitting yours as he moved inside, including cracking sounds from the wetness and sticky vagina.

"Look down! See how I fuck you!”

You hesitated, it was so embarrassing to see Kenji's dick fucked to your cunt. You just wanted to feel the orgasm and enjoy the moment.

“I said, look down!” you insisted

Reluctantly, you lowered your head and saw a thick cock slithering in and out of your vagina. Your pussy was like a fountain, dripping splatteringly.

"It's obvious that you get angry as you go inside, that's how wet you are"

You totally got Kenji's dick in and your moans were a duet as he swung back and forth at top speed.

Your wetness was creaming Kenji's cock. He dug his teeth into your neck and started sucking on your sensitive spot. Waves of pleasure were radiating from every corner of his body. You wrapped your legs around his waist and scratched his back.

He made one last move and went deep inside.

“Take it all, you slut!” she said as she had an orgasm with a flushed face

Warm semen filled her womb. Kenji's cock softened inside, you both gasped at the same time after you screamed for orgasm.

Your heart was beating outside your chest, you could feel your pulse beating in your vagina. 'Cause your vagina was beating like a heart

Kenji slowly lowered you. You had a pain in your lower back and you were not able to walk.

“Oh Kenji! I can't stand up"

“I guess I forced too hard. Do you want me to wash you? And with that scent you love?”

"Okay" you said with a slight smile.

“You will smell like me too”

He gently lifted you up and turned the water back on. He pushed back the hair that was stuck to his forehead with sweat.

You shampooed and lathered each other. Kenji would occasionally place kisses on your shoulder and back as he washed you with soap.

You took a pleasant shower after sex. Then Kenji put you in a bathrobe, then he wrapped a towel around his waist and carried you to bed.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too much," he said as he draped the quilt over you.

You replied, "It hurt a little"

"I am sorry. Sometimes I get carried away. Now I'm going to get you a birth control pill. We don't want to encounter a surprise pregnancy, do we?"

"Yes you are right"

He went to the kitchen and soon came back with a glass of water and a birth control pill.

“Drink it” he said, and handed it to you.

You took the pill with the water. Now, the possibility of encountering a surprise pregnancy after unprotected intercourse was minimized.

She dried her hair with a towel wrapped around her shoulder and then picked up her phone on the nightstand.

“I wanted to have a good time with you for an hour, but they didn't give me any rest. The message box is overflowing”

"So you're loved, Kenji," you said with a chuckle.

“They may love me, but I just love you y/n” she said and put the phone down again and reached towards you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"What would you like to do now? Should we lie in bed and cuddle or watch a movie? If you're hungry, I can eat it too"

You accepted his offer by saying

"Let's do it all in order"

[struwberrii]

haiii! idk if your still doing match ups but if you are i would like to be romantically paired!

My pronouns are she/her and i would like to be paired with a boy, please don’t pair me with tanaka or asahi, my personality in three words would be energetic, artistic, and kind.

Three things i look for in a partner are that funny, ambitious, and supportive of what I do but can still tell me when I do something wrong.

My hobbies are drawing, gaming, and cooking.

My love language (receiving) is acts of service and (giving) quality time.

My dream date would be going to the aquarium or going on a stroll on the beach at night.

My fashion is something stylish but comfy at the same time and Im 5,2 with medium length dark brown hair with layers with highlights.

My MBTI is ISFP ˚₊✩‧₊(⌯͒o̶̶̷̤ ꀾ o̴̶̷̤⌯͒)* ✩‧₊˚

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match up: futakuchi kenji 𝜗𝜚

ok why are you an i literally the same person. like even down to our mbti types lol but anyway hope u like the matchup :3

futakuchi, my underrated king, is very snarky and quick yet always lighthearted and never comes off as rude with the comments he makes. he is also very confident and a little cocky to an extend so trust he will be sending your burgers back if you asked for no pickles.

he’s also very caring and uplifting in the way he can motivate his teammates and push them to be better. i can also see him being super supportive of all your hobbies and being your biggest fan, he may even try to participate in your hobbies with you despite not being very good at them at first, just because he wants to show his support

i can see futakuchi being the type of guy to just have a way with words, like he knows all the right things to say to win you over and keep it like that, he knows what to say when you’re feeling down and he knows what to say to help keep you motivated :)

[erina-writes-headcanons]

Hey sweetheart *slides cheesecake* could you please make headcanons of Aone, Futakuchi, Koganegawa with Author Novelists S/O with Crime Fiction Genre? (Like Sherlock Holmes)

Aone Takanobu, Futakuchi Kenji and Koganegawa Kanji with Crime Fiction Novelists S/O

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A/N: Oooh Cheesecake! Thank you, Anon for giving me a Cheesecake! You know me so well that I love Cheesecake (>.>). Also, I bet you read my KNB headcanons with Novelist S/O. I'm glad you enjoy it and requesting me and I hope you like the final result.

warning: Profanity from Futakuchi and Kyoutani.

gender: neutral

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Aone Takanobu - Date Tech

I know it's not canon that Aone is a book lover but hear me out. I think he is low-key and enjoys reading books but not in the heavier genre as he prefers something light like teen fiction, Slice of life romance, comedy, or any lighter novel books.

He is actually really proud of you that he has an Author S/O who is very creative and has a gut to create some heavier genre of fiction despite his not really being a big fan of it.

He wouldn't tell you directly that he is proud of having such a successful Author S/O but damn he is really obvious about it because he would buy a bunch of flowers for you.

If you don't really like Flowers, he would definitely give you something you like and prefer (Probably like your favourite brand of chocolate, plushies, etc.)

Blushes red if someone mentions that he's lucky for having such a creative, great, successful and amazing S/O who can write amazing books.

Sometimes would help you with writing but not in the part where there's a crime scene. He would be helping you more with grammatical errors, spelling, vocabulary and such.

I am going, to be honest with you and I'm sorry about it. I don't think he would help you with giving ideas because I believe stories that have heavy topics can make him uncomfortable so he would just gonna watch you work.

Overall, Aone is very supportive and sweet despite you are writing a really heavy theme book. If you are tired, he would definitely prepare a cup of tea or coffee for you to relax.

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The screen of the computer was bright despite the room being illuminated by darkness with a small source of light from the lamp on top of your table. (Y/N) (L/N), one of the most successful authors in Japan for writing crime fiction with a great plot twist and depth story that could make anyone get excited when solving the mystery.

Their/ Her/His hair was unkempt, tangled, and reeked of sweat even though you didn't go out a lot. Underneath your eyes, there were eye bags that were quite large and this pitiful form of yours was clearly because you had not rested. (Y/N) did not want a book with just a basic ending, no. You wanted more than just a book with a generic ending as readers could expect it and you wanted a surprise element inside of the book. Hence, as a result of trying to come up with any great ideas, you had not gotten any rest.

From behind the door that was moving ajar slightly, a pair of eyes staring at you but despite it seems it has no emotion in his eyes, the male was worried about your current condition. The male was standing there in silence and his large calloused hands pushing the door away whereas the other hand are holding a cup of your favorite hot beverage.

Hearing the sound of the door creaking, both of your eyes shifted immediately and glancing at your partner. Despite his intimidating stare, you know that is just your boyfriend resting face and you couldn't help but smile seeing Aone being so caring.

Aone carefully places the cup on top of the table without spilling any drops, "Awww, did you make this for me? Thank you so much, baby," (y/n) coos, teasing the taller male lightly whose cheeks turning red after he heard those words escapes from your mouth and it did not escape from the certain (E/C) eye colour as Aone facing away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "You're.....welcome" You almost couldn't hear him.

However, it did not last long because the giant middle blocker noticed that your skin was getting paler than before and both of your eyes were bloodshot from staring at the computer screen for more than an hour. The shadow cast upon his gaze as his pupil shited to you, making the poor (Y/N) shrink in fear seeing his silent glare. "Why are you looking at me like that?" You ask.

"...Rest, or you will get sick. You can write later," he simply says.

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Futakuchi Kenji - Date Tech

I am sorry but I don't think he is the type that reads novel books and he prefers Comic books to Novels. Even if he reads novels, he would get bored easily and only read novels that have little pages instead of thick ones.

But that doesn't mean he wouldn't be supportive. He would help you but in his own way and can be a little bit of a prick instead of being gentlemanly like Aone.

Despite that he sometimes can be a little bit of a jerk and tease you, he doesn't mind helping you by giving some kind of ideas when you're writing a crime scene for your novel.

Would help you with your grammar, pronunciation and good ideas to be inserted in your story but also would throw snarky remarks here and there just for shit and giggles.

Of course, you're not gonna just stand there and let him bully you like an idiot. There would be a time you would flick his forehead or flip a bird to him, easing an 'OI!' from him.

He doesn't admit it but he is super proud that he has an amazing author s/o which are you, especially your speciality in making mystery and crime fiction.

Definitely bragging about you to his friends and rubbing it in their faces when you are not around, "(Y/N) is more creative than you, she/he/they can create a better story than you."

Oh? You're one of the most successful authors? Yeah, he would definitely be getting even cockier and rubbing it at everyone's faces, especially to Kamasaki even if he was older than him.

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A guy with a pair of brown eyes glances at the screen from the phone, seeing the particular person with (H/C) hair colour and (E/C) eye colour. Standing on top of the stage with bright smiles across their/her/his face. In their hand, there is a golden achievement with their/his/her name printed on the bottom on the bottom of the trophy.

Seeing (Y/N) standing there with a proud smile on their face made the certain captain of Date Tech's heart swells with happiness. He was proud that his S/O got the goal they/she/he had desired, it was their/her/his dream to become one of the most recognized authors in the country and you had gotten that goal.

It was no mistake that it needs a lot of hard work and every step feels like a thorn prickling on the skin of your feet. The news did not only reach his eyes but also reached his ex-teams from the volleyball. It was proven as his phone rang out of nowhere and he picks the phone up.

"SENPAI!! IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR WIFE/HUSBAND GOT AN AWARD AS THE BEST CRIME FICTION AUTHOR!?!" It was Koganegawa.

"No need to shout and yes. My wife/husband got the award of the best author," You could see his smug smile despite he was on the call and no one sees it. "THAT'S SO AWESOME! EVERYONE IN THE TEAM NEEDS TO KNOW!" and the voice line just cut off like that. But the silence did not last long enough until his chat was bombarded with everyone's chat. Including Aone who only gave the emoticon of a trophy, a smiling face, an arrow and a guy/girl which can be translated as 'Congrats for your S/O.' It was not only the middle blocker, but everyone who used to be a volleyball player in the Date-Tech asking poor Futakuchi.

Especially Kamasaki, "OI, FUTAKUCHI. IS IT TRUE THAT YOUR S/O JUST GOT AN AWARD! WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL EVERYONE! YOU SHOULD'VE TOLD US!" Despite it being just a text, Futakuchi could imagine the sandy blonde third-year player yelling at him before he texted back.

"Why? It's not that important for guys like you to know how great my wife/husband is," he texted back before pressing his thumb down on the send button, the corner of his lips tugged upwards after sending that little mischievous text to his ex-team mate.

Yeah, we cannot forget how much of a salt he is after the salt tower from Karasuno.

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Koganegawa Kanji - Date Tech

Another one, I don't think Koganegawa is the type that likes to read Novels and prefers Comic books because he thinks Novels are much more boring and hard to understand.

Koganegawa definitely doesn't even understand the word that you typed inside of your book when you need his opinion on certain things.

He's just gonna give you a big bright smile and a thumbs up, loudly shouting 'YOU'RE DOING GREAT, (Y/N)-CHAN!" after reading the book and not understanding anything inside of it.

I am very sorry, but I don't think he's smart as Futakuchi so he couldn't help much in helping you write down a story or helping you with grammar, pronunciation, and ideas.

He does try his best tho to support you in your writing career, even tho it's not as helpful as Aone. As an Extrovert, he had tons of friends so he would try to promote your book to his friends.

He also brags about you being a successful crime fiction author to his friends but without throwing snarky comments or being arrogant like Futakuchi.

"LOOK, GUYS!! MY S/O JUST MADE THIS BOOK! ISN'T THIS GREAT?! YOU SHOULD READ THIS BOOK GUYS!" without realizing that he was being too loud.

Also would definitely watch if your book got adapted into a movie even though he ended up not understanding the plot of the story, just thinking it was cool when there is a fighting scene.

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Sweat trickled down from the scalp of his head and a pair of dark brown eyes with small dilated pupils saw the screen of the phone. Watching his s/o steps going up to the stage before they/she/he was given a trophy of an award for becoming the best crime fiction author.

His smile was large and his eyes were twinkling brightly as if there were stars in them. Seeing Koganegawa excited causes the other teammate of Sendai frogs to look at the certain blonde with a dark brown tuft in wonder. Thinking 'What made Koganegawa so happy?' and 'Why he is so excited? We haven't had our play with the other team, yet.' across their minds.

"..Oi, Angry bird. Why the fuck you're smiling like an idiot?" The man that looks like a tennis ball asks Koganegawa.

"Hmm? Oh, Hey Senpai! I'm smiling because my girlfriend/boyfriend got the award as one of the best authors!" Koganegawa ignored Kyoutani's insult.

"...Who's your girlfriend/boyfriend?" The ex-middle blocker of Karasuno asks.

"TSUKKI!! IT'S (Y/N) (L/N)-SAN! SHE/HE/THEY ARE THE BEST AUTHOR IN THIS COUNTRY! YOU SHOULD READ HER/HIS/THEIR STORY!" Koganegawa shoves the screen of his phone in front of Tsukishima's face who immediately flinch since Koganegawa just got up to his personal space without thinking twice.

Kogane's voice did not only make Tsukishima and Kyoutani flinch because of the volume of his voice but it also attract other people who were also inside the room. "So...what kind of story that they made?" Tsukishiam raised his eyebrows in confusion. "I don't know...all I know is that her/his/their book was adapted into a movie and it has many cool scenes! Especially all of the fighting scenes!" Kogane states proudly about your book. Koganegawa's answer, of course, made the ex-middle blocker of the Karasuno raised his eyebrows and tilted his head a little bit in confusion whereas Kyoutani just scoffs and walks away from the scene. "O-oi! I'm not finished! She/he/they made that popular book with (Title name)! You should see it, Kyoutani Senpai!" Koganegawa yells, trying to tell him one of your most popular fiction.

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[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒.

notes. reposted and edited from wp! happy holidays and merry christmas to those who celebrate!

genre. fluff + crack

ft. tooru oikawa, tetsuro kuroo, rintaro suna, shoyo hinata, kenji futakuchi, hajime iwaizumi, osamu miya

gender neutral! reader

➫ 𝓞𝗜𝗞𝗔𝗪𝗔 𝓣𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ HOT COCO HOT COCO HOT COCO

⌗ he loves to sit near the fire place with either you seated on his lap or just plopped up above him on the couch or beneath if you're more my style AHAHAHAHA

⌗ LOVES HALLMARK MOVIES i mean look at him, he would so watch them.. but he wouldn’t mind the classics like elf, christmas story ( my fav fr ), the home alone duology or national lampoon’s christmas vacation🫶

⌗ "I LOVE YOU I LOVE I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOUUUU Y/N-CHAAAAANNNN!!" — after watching elf and doing last minute christmas shopping going up the escalator ( he’s silly )

⌗ would totally play old jazzy christmas songs and pull you close to him, swaying gently in the kitchen or by the fireplace to the melody with the smell of balsam in the air❤️

⌗ you already know he would have lured you under the mistletoe too somehow🧎

⌗ "oh wow! i wonder how this got here!!🙀"

➫ 𝓚𝗨𝗥𝗢𝗢 𝓣𝗘𝗧𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ y'all woke up LATE on christmas day istg, but tetsuro hooked you up real nice with presents ykyk he made that bank af and worked those extra hours just for you<3

⌗ THE DECORATIONS ARE SO PRETTY ISTG WHO LET HIM HAVE THIS MUCH TASTE, WHO ALLOWED HIM TO SLAY THAT HARD

⌗ unlike kawa, kuroo took you for dinner and made a day out of it? he took you ice skating, out to see the lights and decorations, tossed a few snowballs at you to piss you off🧎

⌗ "come onnn, i promise i won't let you fall~"

⌗ it ends up snowing a bit later into the night on your way back home, so he gave you his scarf, long coat AND mittens.. hooked you up fr

⌗ except.. nothing fits aside from the scarf, but are you complaining? no🙄 although you did yell at him for it cuz he could get sick</3

⌗ he had an entire argument prepared as to why he wouldn't get sick and you could have sworn that he mentioned the periodic table somewhere🧍‍♂️spoiler alert- he gets sick the next day

➫ 𝓢𝗨𝗡𝗔 𝓡𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ngl at first you were SO confused as to why suna didn't have a christmas tree in his living room, but one in his bedroom until christmas day..

⌗ Y'ALL DID NOT MOVE THE ENTIRE DAY

⌗ "rin, we gotta open the presents y'know.. and i kinna want breakfast.. we gotta get up at some point."

⌗ "the presents are under our tree over there by the dresser, just peek under and you'll see them. as for breakfast, kita-san’s coming over with everyone later. problem solved."

⌗ tbfh the laziest christmas you could ever imagine, but like you can’t complain, it was nice to just unwind a bit

⌗ he did keep the spirit of the holidays with a good bit of christmas movies, for sure the grinch who stole christmas ( it’s his favorite )

⌗ later on, true to his words, kita showed up around 7:30 with the rest of the team and y'all had sum good ass food and hot coco after reluctantly dragging suna out of bed to get ready🤲

➫ 𝓗𝗜𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔 𝓢𝗛𝗢𝗬𝗢 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ boy are you in for it🧎

⌗ shoyo woke you up at four in the morning with natsu in tow, dragging your ass to the living room where the tree was filled with a wide arrangement of presents

⌗ you were still half asleep and since you were staying at shoyo's for the holidays — you uh.. weren't allowed to start opening gifts till seven LMAOO so you guys started guessing the presents instead; yk getting a feel of them

⌗ "WOAH THIS ONE'S SUPER BIG, I-IT COULD BE ANYTHING!"

⌗ "sho, the only thing it's gonna end up being is a wake up call to your mom and then you'll never know what it is."

⌗ tobio comes over later and y'all have a snowball fight together🥺

⌗ you and natsu won LMAOOOO poor lil birb was upset, but your kisses made things better for him❤️

➫ 𝓕𝗨𝗧𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗖𝗛𝗜 𝓚𝗘𝗡𝗝𝗜 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ ugh yes dateko's baddest bitch😩 another grinch enjoyer tbh

⌗ this man woke you up with a snowball to your face before shouting out merry christmas

⌗ although it was a cheap shot, getting you while VULNERABLE, you couldn't stay mad at him, as you loved this piece of shit so dearly😪

⌗ HOWEVER. that didn't mean you didn't get his ass back the minute he dropped his guard when you went outside to turn your christmas lights off for the day

⌗ "huh, so you think you can be a cheeky little shit with me on such a loving day? and get away with it?"

⌗ "and what? you don't hear me complaining, now do you kenji?”

⌗ in spite of being complete little shits to each other, you laughed it off after awhile and just spent your evening curled up together on your couch with a plate of sugar cookies that you both had baked the night before ( ofc you can guess there was a war of flour and baking tools then too )

➫ 𝓘𝗪𝗔𝗜𝗭𝗨𝗠𝗜 𝓗𝗔𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗘 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ y'all have the coziest christmas honestly

⌗ you and hajime don't wake up too early or too late; it's just the right time and you're both completely prepared for all that's to come for the day

⌗ the two of you start off with unwrapping presents, then iwaizumi makes you the BEST breakfast ever istg, TELL ME HE DOESN'T COOK RN IF YOU WANNA GET TUSSLED

⌗ ngl tooru taught him some good shit when it came to making hot coco and you swore you were just about ready to tap into heaven at that immaculate taste

⌗ "oh my gosh, haji, what did you put in this, it's so.. it's better than amazing!"

⌗ "while i want tell you, i'm ‘sworn to secrecy’, his words not mine, by that fool oikawa with his secret recipe bullshit." he can’t lie though, whatever tf tooru invented was otherworldly..

⌗ not even an hour later you found it on starbucks' secret menu app and you showed it to your boyfriend who flipped his shit before sprinting over to his friend’: house with two snowballs in hand ( with hard snow.. praying for my man to dodge more than ever ); the outcome.. wasn't the prettiest😔

➫ 𝓜𝗜𝗬𝗔 𝓞𝗦𝗔𝗠𝗨 ୨୧ ˎˊ˗

⌗ FOOD FOOD FOOD FOOD did i say food? yes, food.

⌗ all you two did that whole entire day was EAT?? NOT EVEN THAT BUT YOU HAD A WHOLE CHRISTMAS EVE DINNER TOO THE NIGHT BEFORE HXJSKSKS OSAMU DOES NOT PLAY GAMES WHEN IT COMES TO CHRISTMAS

⌗ atsumu invites himself over as usual and there's chaos in the kitchen of course..

⌗ "OUTTA THE WAY 'SAMU, I WANNA DECORATE COOKIES TOO!!"

⌗ "if you don't quit whinin' right now 'tsumu, i'm gonna beat yer ass and toss ya out in the snow."

⌗  bantering aside, the cookies were super pretty?? they tasted heavenly too, cookies from scratch go hard and whatever recipe those two were taught.. yum

⌗ osamu had nonalcoholic eggnog prepared for you and him to have after atsumu went home and the two of you exchanged the presents you had for one another before cuddling near the tree and fireplace for the night<3

notes. forgot to repost this before with the other reposts but it was kinda out of season.. so i waited for the holidays to blow in to fixed them up a bit and post them on here. furthermore, super sorry for the lack of activity, been working on my og wip as of late and my longer fics on wp :’) hope you understand</3

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[sassycheesecake]

Conversation I recently had with hubby, that could be a conversation with Haikyuu characters #1

You: *making a sandwich*

S/O: *walks into the kitchen and sees you making a sandwich, takes a closer look*

“What are you making?“

You: „A sandwich“

S/O: „I can see that. WHAT is in it?“

You: „Mayo, American Mustard, Chicken, Lettuce, Tomatoes and Apple slices“

S/O: *gives you a highly skeptical and incredulous look* „APPLES SLICES? Are you pregnant or something?“

You: „Shut up, I don’t want your judgment on my eating preferences. And you’re one to talk.“

S/O: „Excuse me what?“

You: „I almost gagged at the sight of your salmon with cheese sauce. This is a crime against the culinary world. Even Jamie Oliver would not eat that. Imagine how funny my eating habits will get when I am actually pregnant.“

S/O: „Yay me…“

- Atsumu Miya, OSAMU MIYA, Tetsurō Kuroo, Hajime Iwaizumi, RINTARŌ SUNA, Kenji Futakuchi, TOBIO KAGEYAMA, Kenma Kozume, Issei Matsukawa, TAKAHIRO HANAMAKI, Kiyoomi Sakusa

[cottonlemonade]

Before he ever even brought it up to you, your boyfriend prepared little stacks of paperwork (neatly stapled) that detail ✨ the health benefits of period sex ✨.

He has multiple copies of his extensive research (a 3h Google deep dive) stashed all throughout the apartment so that once the moment arises he can just open a drawer and start making his case. It has diagrams and everything.

So when one day you’re standing in the kitchen, hunched over because of the cramps and he comes up behind you and starts rubbing your aching chubby tummy, he puts his chin on your shoulder and casually mentions that he somewhere read about a way to relief the pain. You’re so desperate at this point that you ask what it would be, not remembering who you’re talking to, and thus thinking it would be some kind of home remedy.

And he goes “I’m glad you asked.”, then with a flourish opens the cutlery drawer and pulls out his research from underneath that inlay that keeps your knives and forks separate and begins to read. And you agree. Cause it had diagrams and everything.

Tendou, Kuroo, Makki, Mattsun, Futakuchi, Atsumu, Osamu, Suna, Konoha, Noya, Oikawa, your fave

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[suplicyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Dateko

ᯓ★ Kenji Futakuchi

[Holding hands with Futakuchi]

ᯓ★ Aone Takanobu

[My dear sleepyhead]

ᯓ★ Kanji Koganegawa

[sunaluvs]

falling in love with his best friend is possibly the stupidest thing kenji has ever done.

it's inconvenient, considering, as his best friend, it's basically your job to be around him all the time, to annoy him and make him laugh and give him shit for his bad decisions. it's your job to tease him and be clingy and wrap yourself around his arm when you don't want him to leave.

it's so stupid, the way his heart grows warm every time he makes you laugh, or the fondness he can feel leaking into his words at every sarcastic jab he throws at you.

it's annoying, the times he has to force his heart to stabilize itself when you lean against his chest, or how he hates losing sleep but he'll willingly stay up late just to text you about random shit till 2 am.

but the most infuriating thing of all, is how normal it all feels.

it's normal when you look at him differently—softly. when you laugh a bit louder around him and get more touchy with him than other people.

it's not new for you to play with his hands when you're bored, or show him your selfies and ask him for his opinion on them.

(he'll always reply sarcastically, but the way his heart beats faster betray the bite in his words.)

it isn't weird for him to hold you when you're having a bad day, tucking your head under his chin and relaxing into his chest. it's normal—it's habit and routine, something you've done time and time again.

because you're best friends. you've been best friends for years, and known each other for even longer. it's normal. it's what best friends do.

so why does he suddenly want more?

[evermorehaikyuu]

Day 5

Title: Vendetta

Note: These days I’ve been sprinting through a lot of things and then I was like, “Romeo and Juliet, modern and with Vendetta as the background music.” Let’s see if this is good enough, see you on the other side. 

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“And you? You’re just as bloodthirsty as the rest of them.”

Betrayal. Treachery. He thought she had been different from everyone else in her family. Hell, he’d fallen head over heels for her and been vulnerable around her because she had put up a mask for him to uncover. And what he saw behind the mask disgusted him. 

“Yeah? Stop acting like you’re innocent too, sweetheart, you know what you did.”

Oh, if only to be able to shut her up without violence or love. 

Let’s start from the beginning, where it all started. It was an ancient rivalry. You could see that the families hated each other’s guts, even going so far as to kill the head of the house. The head of the house was always replaced, either by someone smarter or colder. It stopped after a few generations, replaced by blackmail and false accusations. It was a game of cat and mouse. Yet, the only people that knew everything about the feud was the families themselves. Everyone else thought that it was just a competition. No, it went further than that.

For Futakuchi Kenji, he thought that the whole thing was stupid and worthless. He’d never tell his parents that, surely they’d disown him. There was no way that he should have been able to interact with any of them. If he interacted with any of them, his family would’ve been shocked. 

The other side of the quarrel was the L/N family. Fearless, reckless, bloodthirsty. There was no family like them. Incredibly cunning and charismatic, they had everyone under their spell except for the Futakuchi family. They were the ones they couldn't get under their control and that just ignited the sparks to the roaring fire that was now a battlefield. 

Nevertheless, Futakuchi proceeded to go on with his daily lifestyle, not really caring about the other family. After all, he was at a good school, he played volleyball and he belonged to what everyone assumed was a family of prestige. Nothing was suspicious, everything was fine.

Until it wasn’t.

Someone new came to his class in his first year and unfortunately, when he realized who it was, it was too late to say anything. He can still recall the memory.

Staring down at his desk, he started daydreaming of what he would be able to do after school. His class was utterly dull and paying attention would’ve been worse than him being hung from his toes. He’d rather deal with the L/N family than pay heed to the teacher.

“Can you present yourself to the class?”

“Uh, sure. I’m Y/N L/N--”

There it was. His eyes flew open from their half-asleep gaze and his head snapped up, staring at the girl at the front of the class with H/C locks and E/C eyes that had a glint in them as she stared around at the room, as if looking for the next victim to gobble up. She did belong to the L/N family, he couldn’t expect for her to be any different. 

“--yes, I do come from the L/N family. I hope we can all get along just fine.” The words were harmless, but as Futakuchi stared at her bright smile, all he could see was a disguise. The real words that she was saying was: All of you will get under my will and I’ll control each and every one of you; there is nothing you can do about it. 

Everyone already loved her. It was the curse of the L/N charm, everyone immediately sided with them for everything. 

“You can take a seat next to Futakuchi, thank you for the lovely introduction, Y/N.” The teacher nodded in Futakuchi’s direction. It was at that moment that he realized the chair next to him was empty and open for the newcomer.

Y/N’s eyes hardened and her lips pursed when she heard the name. So she wasn’t clueless about the battle between their families after all. With an air of elegance, she strode through the rows of desks before sitting down in her new desk, her body half turned away from him. Obviously she wasn’t going to look at him and he wasn’t going to look at them. Neither of them would talk to each other and besides that class, they would try to stay out of close proximity.

There was nothing either of them could do. But…their only similarity was about the fact that the bickering between both their households. They both thought it was stupid and maybe, just maybe, that would be able to set their differences aside and work together.

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“Talk to your partner because you will be working with them for this project.” The teacher said.

“WHAT!?” Futakuchi and Y/N screamed, realizing they’d have to work together. 

Y/N glared at Futakuchi and growled, “I can’t work with someone like him. He’s arrogant and a bigot and he’d blame whatever went wrong on me!”

Futakuchi glowered back at her and said, “I can’t work with someone like her. She’s just like--” He paused. It was one thing to be angry at her for the family battle, but to expose her, not to mention him as well? He was too smart for that.

The teacher stared them both down and said firmly, “You will work together, whether you like it or not.”

After going over the project, Y/N scowled at Futakuchi and hesitated. “You can’t come to my house. I don’t want you messing my house up.”

“I didn’t want to enter a pompous house in the first place. Fine. We’ll meet under the cherry blossoms, got it? Don’t be late.” Futakuchi grabbed his stuff and left when he was dismissed. 

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“You’re insane. We should do it like this.” Y/N snatched the pen out of his hand, X-ing out his idea and writing down hers. “We won’t fail if we follow what I do.”

“Yeah? We’re bound to fail.” He grabbed his pen back from her and shook his head. “Look, I don’t want to fail. We’re going to mash up our ideas, spit it out and present it.”

“Ew, that’s disgusting.” She sighed and nodded. “Fine. We can do that--wait, that’s one of your ideas? Oh, that’s actually kind of genius.”

And so, that was the start of their slow way up to putting aside their feud.

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“Yeah, of course, we passed, it was your idea.” Y/N said, smiling lopsidedly at him. “Maybe you’re not as bad as your family then.”

“It took a project to do that?” Futakuchi joked, trying to backpedal when he saw a shadow crossing over her face before hearing a little laugh and relaxing immediately.

“You’re not that bad.” Y/N nodded at him before walking away, making him smile immediately. She was different then.

At least that’s what he thought.

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As time went on, Futakuchi and Y/N started hanging out behind their families’ backs, sharing stories, inside jokes and even secrets. They made the other laugh, they were each other’s anchor and they started trusting each other. In fact, it made them both happy when they saw the other. It was easy to hide it from their families, they were all caught up in their own war. Soon, they had hit their second year and their bond was stronger than ever.

“So what, are we Romeo and Juliet now?” Y/N laughed as she bit into one of her snacks as they started walking along a path after his practice.

“No, because I know you wouldn’t drink poison like Juliet did and I wouldn’t do whatever it is Romeo did, we’re both smart.” Futakuchi nudged her with his shoulder, grinning.

“Oh, you know me too well, Kenji.” 

He stopped at her saying his first name and tilted his head at her. “Kenji?”

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that--”

“No, I like it when it comes from you. I don’t mind.” He smiled softly at her and they both started walking along the path with her. The back of their hands were touching and he found himself taking her hand. To his shock, she was the first one entwining their fingers and not pulling away. It was lucky that the path they took was hidden and no one could follow them through there. 

“So based on how you reacted, you have feelings as well?” He teased, looking down at her.

“You can’t say it in that tone if you also have feelings, that’s hypocrisy.” She reached up to kiss his cheek and pulled him along, her tone mocking yet playful. It was a wonder how about a year ago they had been each other’s worst enemy and now here they were: letting their hearts on their sleeves around the other. “Well then, maybe I do have feelings.”

“Maybe?” He pulled her to him, leaning down and staring into her eyes with a glint. “I only get a maybe?”

“Yeah, yeah, I do have feelings for you, happy?”

“Very--” He got cut off by her pressing her lips to his and his eyes widened before immediately melting into her and wrapping his arms around her waist. The kiss was sweet and lingering, maybe a little ludic, but it just said what they actually felt towards each other. 

Something bloomed and it was love. That love would wither.

~

“Kenji. Look at me. Kenji, please--” Y/N grabbed his arm, trying to get him to look at her and allow her to explain.

“Why would I? You’re just like them. I thought you were different, you acted like you were different.” Futakuchi snarled at her, ripping his arm away from her and stepping back. Currently on the path they always took, the leaves around them seemed as if they were graying from each other’s words. “Why should I listen to you?”

“Because you know me!”

“Or I thought I did. Y/N. I trusted you!” Futakuchi cried, his voice rising in volume.

“And you still can! I’m different from them!” Y/N shouted, her fists shaking at her sides. She didn’t want for this to happen, she didn’t want for him to think differently of her. She wasn’t like her family but there was no way she could change Futakuchi’s mind, especially when he was on the other side.

“Are you really? Why is it then, that you’ve destroyed everything? Were you part of the plan too? Huh? Answer me!” Futakuchi demanded, but his voice broke at the end. He truly believed Y/N L/N was distinguishable. Never again.

“I had to! I’m supposed to be the next head of the family, I’m supposed to be the genius, but I didn’t want to do it, you have to believe me, Kenji--”

“Don’t. Don’t call me Kenji. In fact, don’t come near me ever again. We’re done. I don’t want you to even look my way and if you have to come near me, don’t talk to me. All right? How am I supposed to believe a liar who can scheme her way out of things? You are just like them.” Futakuchi spit, his voice shaking with ire. He turned away from her and with tears in his eyes, he left behind the girl who he had shared almost everything with.

Y/N could only stare at his receding back and waited until he was gone from her sight. She screamed and fell on her knees, clutching her hair as droplets started falling around her, petrichor already filling her nostrils.

Once you lost someone that had their doubts of you at first, there was no way to get them back. Their love was fragile and somehow they made it work. Yet, as fragile as it was, there was no way that that wouldn’t happen.

As she pulled out her phone, she realized she had an unread message from an hour ago. It was from him. The message made her break down again. She lost it all. All because she was a coward, she couldn’t stand up for herself. It was her cowardice that she lost the person she wanted to keep most, even though he was supposed to be her enemy.

Ich liebe dich.

I love you.

~

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