#futakuchi kenji x y/n

[writingbymoonlight]

pout

ft.: futakuchi x f!reader

word count: ~800 words

a/n: my second entry for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! luna, thank you again for letting me join!

Futakuchi is in a sour mood.

It isn’t because his teacher scolded him for showing up late to class. And it isn’t because of the depressing grey and rainy weather outside that meant the team is stuck in the gym all day for after-school practice. And it isn’t because he’s currently been at practice for less than ten minutes and Kamasaki already scolded him for failing to be respectful to his upperclassmen. 

Well, maybe that last thing is slightly irking him, but how could it not? Kamasaki’s presence and demands that he be more respectful was like a constant thorn in his side.

No, what had been bothering him was the image of you, one of Date Tech’s managers, and Koganegawa entering the school grounds together, underneath the same umbrella. 

It wasn’t like he was jealous or anything. Why would he be jealous? You and Futakuchi were friendly, nothing more and nothing less. He was simply curious why you two were walking together. 

Was there something going on between you and Koganegawa?

Futakuchi has to remind himself that it was highly unlikely. The first-year is undoubtedly a hardworking and loyal teammate, but he also is kind of like a baby giraffe: tall, lanky, a bit awkward and slightly naive. 

Meanwhile, you are charming, intelligent, beautiful, funny and generous. There were countless guys at school who pined after you and Futakuchi knew that you’ve received a few confessions in the past. But no matter how sweet or well-thought out the confessions were, you turned every single one of them down politely. Futakuchi always assumed that this signified that there was someone you already liked. Maybe Koganegawa is the one you like?

But again, Futakuchi tells himself, he is only mildly curious about the situation. Not jealous at all.  

“Oi, what’s with that pouty look on your face?!” a voice calls out to him from the door of the storage room, snapping the second-year out of his thoughts. Futakuchi looks up from the cart of volleyballs he was supposed to wheel into the gym and sees Kamasaki, who appears to have forgotten about their little squabble earlier. 

“I don’t have a pouty look on my face,” Date Tech’s ace retorts as he hides away any emotion (and potential pout) on his face with a mask of nonchalance. Why was Kamasaki still hanging out at practice again anyways? He didn’t need to be here since he, Moniwa and Sasaya all decided to leave the team after their loss to Karasuno. 

“You totally do!” Kamasaki barks out laughing before leaning against the door frame, a knowing gleam shining in his eyes. “Let me guess: you finally asked Y/N out and she rejected you?”

Irritation swells through the brown-haired boy as he pushes the cart of volleyballs out of the room, forcing the former middle blocker to jump out of the way.

“For the millionth time, I don’t like Y/N in that way,” Futakuchi grumbles as he shoulders past Kamasaki. 

As much Futakuchi denies his feelings towards you to himself and everyone on the volleyball team, it is obvious that he has a crush on you. He isn’t overly snarky towards you. Perhaps occasionally sarcastic, but you always fired back with your own sarcastic comments, which made him laugh. He was never mean to you or gave you a hard time. Whenever you were around, he was more attentive and more outwardly kind. And it was impossible to miss the fact that he genuinely smiles whenever you talk together.

Kamasaki was about to open his mouth and point this all out to the stubborn new captain when you suddenly sprint past them towards Koganegawa, who was leaning against the gym wall, trying to imitate Kageyama Tobio’s nail care routine before practice commenced. 

“Kogane! I wanted to thank you again for this morning!” Futakuchi hears your angelic voice announce. 

From the corner of his eye, he catches the big-bone setter giving you a bright smile as he cheerfully responds, “No problem, Y/N!”

“I can’t believe I forgot my umbrella today. When it started raining on my way to school, I thought I was going to have to show up to class completely soaked.”

“Good thing I ran into you then!” 

“Definitely,” you reply with a wide grin that makes Futakuchi’s heart ache. “Well, I’ll let you get warmed up for practice then.” 

And with that, you leave Koganegawa and jog past Futakuchi once again, but this time, you throw him a small smile that causes his aching heart to skip a beat. As you make your way to help Nametsu set up the gym for practice, he is left wondering why small gestures like these are allowed to have such an effect on a person’s heart.

“Looks like you have no reason to pout anymore,” Kamasaki quietly remarks and Futakuchi senses that a knowing and teasing smirk is gracing his upperclassman's lips. But instead of confirming this assumption, Futakuchi watches you with his own small smile.

[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"

[daetko]

ᐟᐟ☆ texts with haikyuu!! characters . . .

⊱ cw: swearing, death jokes, suggestive. lmk if i missed something

⊱ a/n: these r so funny SDHBVGDSJKF & they’re so fun to make asw!! i might do a tr ver next ^_^

⊱ masterlist

[lexinympho]

[slightly suggestive (?), gn!reader, minor talks of sex and NNN, little to no proofreading, accidentally dialogue heavy]

"Imagine if the internet collectively agreed to call this month Dick Down December."

You alertly whip your head up from your meal to address the vulgar man before you, "Kenji, shut the fuck up, we're in public."

"I think anyone who comes to a 24 hour McDonald's at 2 am should expect to hear a thing or two, so no deal," he sniggered before taking a huge bite of the burger his stomach woke him up for.

You mentally apologize to the man sitting 2 booths away from you two and say, "Can't believe I agreed to date you, I swear-"

"Mm," he sipped his coke to clear his airway and wink at you, "you made the right choice babe, don't worry."

With a roll of your eyes, your sleep deprived brain goes with the flow and you bring up his earlier statement, "So, what? You're gonna start calling it Dick Down December now?"

His brown eyes light up, "It's clever! Kamasaki-"

"Right, him and Moniwa called you up last night."

"Yeah, we got a little drunk and started talking about stuff. Anyway," another sip of coke, "Kamasaki was talking about this and that, then he brought up No Nut November and asked us if we took part in it."

The fries you intended to chomp on only made it halfway to your mouth at the mention of that challenge and you ask in suspicion, "What did you say?"

"What do you think I said?"

"I dunno, that we had hot, sloppy sex in practically every room of the house every week of the month?" The odd hour has you feeling so out of it that you don't even feel embarrassed over what you said until 5 seconds afterwards.

"That's no different from the norm, but if you wanted me to say that, then-" he doesn't finish his sentence in favor of taking another bite.

"Hell no!" You laugh and lightly kick at his shin under the table with just enough force to catch his attention but not inflict pain. He gives a muffled laugh of his own with full cheeks and nudges you back before leaning into the leather of the seat and holds a finger up.

You shovel more fries in your mouth and swallow just as quickly as you wait for him to speak in a half discernable tone, "Damn, you really wanted those fries."

"You dragged me out of bed because you said you were hun-" you can't even finish what you're saying as a jaw popping yawn interrupts you.

"You didn't have to come though," he says with a witty raise of his brows.

You don't poke or prod the inkling of guilt shining through, at ease with the present mood, and respond, "Well I did, because you mentioned getting a burger and then I thought about fries, in turn making me crave them."

"So it's my fault that you got out of bed and rode with me to McDonald's for french fries."

"Yep. And you woke me up in the first place, so it's only right that you paid for all of this," you gesture to the assemblage of fast food on the table.

Kenji sits up to lean forward and fixate you with faux disappointment, "I always knew you're just dating me for my money."

You scoff, "Yeah, that energy company money gives me a life of luxury."

He scoffs in return and leans back once more to throw his arms over the back of the booth seat. He lets a few moments of silence pass so you can finish your fries (God knows you'd be upset if he kept you from eating them while they're hot), but speaks up once sleepiness tries to kick in, "So about Dick Down December-"

"Oh my God."

"No listen," he lowers his chin to look at you as though he's selling a product to you, "a whole month of abstinence followed by 31 days of hot, sloppy sex is the ultimate pay off."

You look down at the table in mortification, "Please don't call it that."

"We have hot, sloppy sex, deal with it," he casually remarks.

"What point are you trying to make here?"

His disposition suddenly becomes serious when he asks, "Wanna do it?"

You blink slowly, delirium seeping into your brain and making you wonder if you're hallucinating this conversation. "...Doesn't 31 days seem like a lot?"

"I'd fuck you for 100 days straight if I wanted to."

"Kenji!" You subconsciously duck your head from your accidental exclamation.

He cups a hand around one of his ears and gives you a lascivious look, "I'm not hearing a no~"

"You are not getting horny at 3 am right now, it is too early for this," you say in disbelief.

"I'm horny for you 24/7 and you like it, don't act like this is weird."

A strange sense of flattery works its magic and has you fighting to keep a humorous grin off your face so as to properly convey your discontent. You stand with the trash you've once you feel that you're losing however, "You're only being so stubborn about this because you're sleepy."

"No," he yawns out and blinks as he watches you traverse to the nearby trash cans and return just as quickly, "I really wanna do it."

You affectionately run your fingers through his hair and offer, "How about you ask me when it's not almost January? Like, next October?"

The slouch he'd been developing the longer he sat suddenly disappeared at your answer, "I'll take that as a yes."

"You'll get an actual yes once you drive us back home and let me sleep."

He stands to perform a back popping stretch and pulls his jacket back on, "Ugh, why can't you drive?"

"Because I'm 100% falling asleep on the way back after being woken up," you say as he holds the door open for you with a look of feigned betrayal.

"You followed me!"

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[pinkykats-place]

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[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.

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“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.

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Rejection?

Aone x reader

@gosen-v

Aone hadn’t noticed the letter yesterday, and he felt bad that you’d had to wait to know you made a mistake. If he knew which of the lockers near him had been your target, he would’ve dropped it in for you himself, but he didn’t want to risk another mistake. So instead he found you on your way to first period.

“Hey, Aone!” You grinned, and he wondered if you were still cold from being outside, the red still visible in your cheeks as you looked at him. Your eyes alighted on the envelope in his hands, opened, and you opened your mouth to say something when he shoved it into your hand. He didn’t want you to be upset with him for reading it- but it hadn’t been addressed! He hadn’t realized what it was, at first, and then he finished it just to know what he lacked that you liked someone that wasn’t him. But your fingers slowly clasped around it, “Oh… okay, thanks, Aone. I’ll see you at practice, I guess.” You walked away, but Aone wasn’t sure why you looked so upset. Shouldn’t you be glad that you’d be able to give it to the right person now? He wished he could make you smile. You were usually always smiling when you left his company. Were you that embarrassed that he read it?

You weren’t sure why you thought the letter was a good idea. He had always been nice to you, but he was nice to everyone even when they were afraid of him. You supposed now that you just read too much into it. Aone didn’t owe you his affection, he probably had a lot of confessions yesterday and didn’t want to make you think he was open to your affection. Maybe he accepted another’s first. He was late with the rejection- but you hadn’t managed to get the letter into his locker until he was practice. You had to claim a teacher held you up when the coach wondered why you were late. Sighing, you sat down in class next to Futakuchi, who immediately was raising an eyebrow.

“Okay, what is this? Where’s the excitement I’m always complaining about?”

“What’s there to be excited about?” You answered stubbornly, glaring at the letter before stuffing it into your pocket, only to pull it back out and try to rip it- but he snatched it out of your hand.

“Nu- uh. No. You are not chickening out of this. You talked my ear off for hours about writing this stupid thing.”

“Can’t chicken out when you’ve already been rejected.” You shot back, moving to take it back, but he held it further away.

“What the hell do you mean?” He glared at the letter, knowing how you felt- but also knowing how Aone felt. “Did you write something stupid in here?”

“What? No! I wrote it exactly like we talked about! And even if I didn’t, does it matter? He still rejected it!” You paused, slumping into your seat, “He rejected me.”

Futakuchi spent all day trying to figure out how it happened. Why would Aone reject you? The boy was half in love with you before you became their manager, and Futakuchi felt like everyone could see the heart eyes perpetually stuck to his stone face when he looked at you. So he asked Obara. “Any idea why? Like Y/N wrote this letter- I didn’t expect a rejection!”

“You got rejected because of a letter Y/N wrote?” The two of them turned to see Koganegawa standing, clueless expression on his face.

“No, idiot, Y/N wrote the letter and-“

“So Y/N got rejected??? Who would reject Y/N??” The first year setter’s voice echoed around the club room, stunning the rest of the team into silence.

Aone turned to stare at them, before he actually spoke, “I hope it is not because I read it.”

Futakuchi’s eyebrows shot up, “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t you have read it?”

“I believe Y/N made a mistake in locker numbers. I gave it back.”

“Oh, Aone, you absolutely stupid tower of a guy.”

When Koganegawa burst into the gym, it was nothing out of the ordinary to you.

At least until he opened his mouth.

“Y/N! Captain says someone rejected you! That’s not possible, right!?”

Oh, you were going to murder Kenji slowly.

Ignoring Koganegawa, you continued getting the gym ready, moving through the list of things you needed to do, but as you finished you realized the rest of the team still wasn’t present. “Kanji, go get the others. Practice was supposed to start almost ten minutes ago.”

“Aye, aye!” Finally pausing in theories of how it happened, the tall boy ran to the club room, only for you to hear Futakuchi yelling at him to shut the door.

Stomping over, you threw it open, “Kenji, you can’t still be changing! Practice is-“ You paused, sure enough they were not still changing. Instead, they were all crowded around Aone as he sat on the bench in front of a pen and paper, “Are you guys having a study session or something?”

Everyone was frozen as they stared back at you, before Aone stood, holding the paper out to you as he bowed. The first thing you caught at the top was an apology.

“Aone, really, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have gotten so sensitive. You don’t need to apologize for rejecting my confession.”

He just thrusted the paper in your direction again, so you took it with a sigh.

Reading it made you realize that he hadn’t known the confession was for him- and you realized you had never actually written his name on it. You slapped a hand to your face, “I’m an idiot.”

“No.” His deep voice spoke quietly before a soft smile graced his features, “You are very nice.”

Futakuchi walked up, slapping the original letter into Aone’s chest, “Here you go, big guy. Now let’s get to practice.”

“Yeah, about that,” You turned to your best friend with a sharp glare, “You mind telling me how Koganegawa knew about my supposed rejection?”

The captain ran, and as you moved to chase him, Aone caught the back of your jacket and held you in place. He spoke quietly when you glanced back at him, “Maybe let him go this once. He helped in the end.”

You conceded with a nod as you smiled at him, “Fair point, big man. How about we take a trip to that book store I was telling you about after practice? I’m pretty sure they have that series you were reading.” He nodded, giving you a brief but crushing hug before he followed the team to the gym.

Masterlist

[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

[mymegumi]

it’s not like you ever tried

pairing: futakuchi kenji x gn!reader

genre: angst

warnings: um sad? idk nothing other than futa being lowkey kinda a dick & the reader being rude?

you were just like a fly, really.

you flittered around him like he were the most interesting thing in the world, and sometimes the attention was nice. sometimes he just wanted to crush you between his thumb and pointer finger, stop your wings from fluttering and keep you away from him.

perhaps it was too harsh, really, to think of you as just an insect, but despite it all, he loved you. he thinks.

futakuchi isn’t really sure what love is, truthfully.

after his parents divorced, he’d never truly seen an example of healthy love. but when you had confessed to him, eyes soft in the afternoon light and hands outstretched with a tremble in the knuckles, he had felt like he could say yes to you.

and yet, is this what dating is? it’s not quite as exciting as he had imagined it, nor is it all that kamasaki had hyped it up to be, hands interlaced with a girl a year younger than the pair of them.

when he tells you he wants to break up, you put up no fight.

“what?” his face is pulled back in surprise, watching the way your shoulders stop turning, face half-hidden from him.

you raise an eyebrow at him, “what do you mean ‘what’?”

“i mean, you were so excited when you confessed,” he starts, eyebrows knitting together as his hand opens and closes again, grasping for something he can’t name, “why the lack of... response?”

you scoff, completely turning your back on him now, “what do you mean? you never put any effort in, futakuchi. it was unfair to say yes to my confession if you weren’t even going to try.”

and that’s where he thinks the breakup hurt him the most, because he did try.

he tried to be everything you had wanted him to be, had been the utmost gentleman if he had to describe it. sure, he had forgotten a few dates, or had barely remembered special occasions, but you weren’t perfect either. you were too needy, he reasoned with himself, too caught up in your ideals of a perfect first relationship.

he tells himself that he wasn’t truly in love with you, despite knowing that his own misgivings had thrown away something that could’ve been real.

t.list :: @nekomabvc @iwaizoom @lovekags @gellysticks @duhsies

[asena-graywolf]

Tooth Extraction

You had a new relationship with Kenji. It's only been two weeks since the two of you started dating

You were already close friends before you started dating.

You bought coffee at the corner coffee shop after school and then went to the nearby park. You drank your coffee and went for a walk.

Then you started getting closer. Kenji was the first to initiate the rapprochement. He slowly pulled you into his arms and hugged you.

You wrapped your arms around his waist. Your head was between his shoulder and neck. You could smell it and it made you dizzy. It had a light and fresh fragrance.

You then started stroking each other's faces and kissing each other on the cheek. After kissing your nose, Kenji moved closer to your lips and whispered to you.

“Y/n…do you love me?”

Your heartbeat was accelerating, and you could hear his heartbeat quickening at the same time as yours.

You answered “yes”

You kissed him on the cheek again, but his lip ended at the corner of yours, and your lips interlocked at the speed of light.

Afterwards

"I love you too" he said to you

You were a little embarrassed kissing. Your saliva was mixing. Kenji's lips were soft. You could kiss for hours.

Your hand went to her hair and you stroked her head as she kissed you

This is how you first got close and started dating. It had started to rain as you two were returning home. Fortunately, Kenji had an umbrella with him. As soon as Kenji opened the umbrella, you were right under the umbrella.

He drove you home and placed a gentle kiss on your lips before saying goodbye to you.

This is how you started dating. Now you were setting the day for your first date. Kenji thought it would be better if you agreed on this together. You would definitely talk about it. You wanted to remind your boyfriend one more time before deciding on the day. you texted him

“Kenji. When can we meet? We were going to set a date for our date together, remember?"

“Oh! No, of course I didn't. But I forgot to tell you something"

"What?"

“I had my wisdom teeth extracted. I can't speak right now. The effect of the anesthesia has just worn off. It hurts so much. So it's okay if we delay it to next week?"

“Oh it can't be. Get well soon. Lower or upper teeth?

"Lower. I had a risky surgery. The area where the tooth was extracted covers the nerves that start from the ears and converge in the jaw. There was a chance that my nerves would break. If it broke, I probably wouldn't be able to feel my lip for a lifetime or at most for 1 year.

"Really? Unbelievable! But you said the anesthetic wore off. How is your situation now?”

"Thank god. I don't have any numbness in my lip. I just spat blood in the sink. My tooth still hurts. I'm going to take painkillers now. I can't even open my mouth, let alone speak."

"My dear. Will you get well soon? I already miss you so much"

"I miss you a lot too. As soon as you get better, I'll hug you tight on our first date"

“You can hug whatever you want. Now get some rest. Don’t wander around the house too much, your blood circulation will accelerate and your bleeding will increase.”

"You are right. I'm already in bed right now. I also keep ice so that my cheeks do not turn bruises.

“I'll tell you what. I can come and make you some soup tomorrow if you want. I guess there's no harm with play hooky for only one day. You’re worth it”

"You're not kidding, are you?"

“No, why would I joke? As your girlfriend, I want to take care of you Kenji"

“It would be nice if you came. If you come, I will have to communicate with you by writing in the notebook”

"No problem. Even if you can't talk, I understand you. See you tomorrow"

"See you later. I love you. Good night"

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Actually this based on my experience.

When i extracted my lower wisdom tooth,

i couldn’t talk for 3 days. I felt like myself i’m mute. It was too bad. :(

[bbytetsu]

11:11

pairing: futakuchi x gn! reader

word count: 1k

author’s note: warning for angst and suggestiveness, a friends (more like enemies) with benefits scenario. 

with you, futakuchi’s mind teeters between possibilities.

they love me, they love me not. 

they love me, they love me not.

they love me.

when your eyes plea for his touch, he always gives in. his calloused palm roams over your body, gripping you in certain places, barely brushing against you in others. in return, your moans color the otherwise soundless night. your voice is soft but raw, and his name escapes your lips over and over again like doves bursting from their cage. as futakuchi kisses your body, he asks, and you tell. you tell him that he’s the only one. 

they love me not. 

outside of the bedroom, neither of you can stand each other. you text him to leave before you do so that none of your friends will suspect you’re seeing each other. when he looks into your eyes to pry for answers, he’s met with something he wishes he didn’t recognize. that’s not love. it’s lust. hunger. above all, loneliness. 

and perhaps the most telling sign of all: when the two of you are done, you always linger, but you never stay.

his legs feel like lead, and the mattress springs creak as he turns over to face you. with nothing but the moon to light his room, he barely makes out your shadowed features. lying next to him, you stare at the ceiling and hum an unfamiliar tune.

he wonders what you’re singing. a love ballad? then again, why does it matter? the only thing he’s interested in besides sleeping with you is provoking you. he loves the way distaste looks on your face: lips pressed into a thin line, nose scrunched, eyebrows almost twitching. 

but in the aftermath of heated sex, he’s somehow picked up a few things about you: how you always take a whiff of your tea before drinking it. or, how you like to play with your hands, sometimes even his hands, when you’re deep in thought. how you have a “ticklish mode,” in which after he tickles you, a slight touch anywhere—your forehead, your neck, even your shoulders—is enough send you into a fit of giggles. 

these moments are almost sweet. 

futakuchi doesn’t care for sweet (but perhaps he’s starting to crave your kind of sweet). 

the ping of an incoming text disrupts his train of thought and you pick up your phone. unaccustomed to the brightness of your screen, he shields his eyes from the light.

“kenji, guess what?” you ask, your eyes smiling as you spare a sideways glance at him. you set your phone back on the nightstand. “it’s 11:11! time to make a wish.”

“god, what are you, 8?” he sneers. 

“well at least i’m not a killjoy.” you shoot him a glare before closing your eyes. clasping your hands in front of you, you make your wish. he watches you for a few seconds before you open your eyes again. “you didn’t make a wish?" you ask, turning to face him. 

“why does it matter? you actually think it works?” he pinches your side, causing you to squeal.

“well of course if you think that way, it’s not gonna work!” you jab his arm. “i like to think of it more like i’m manifesting.”

“manifesting,” he snorts. “sounds like witchy shit.”

“please, you can’t just call everything you don’t understand witchy. manifesting is kinda like... visualizing what you want. and then attracting it.”

“that’s just a fancier term for making a wish. plus, what would i even wish for? i have everything i want.” 

you roll your eyes. “come on, even a spoiled asshole like you has to wish for something!”

he winces as he’s hit with the weight of the truth.

he wishes you wouldn’t make small talk with him, with the way he clings to your every word. he also wishes that his mind wasn’t flooded with images of you. 

(and most of all, he wishes that your love came without conditions or an expiration date.)

“fine. i want a ps5,” he mutters, dismissing his thoughts. “you know, if this doesn’t work, you better hire a lawyer.”

“shut up.” you laugh. “and we both know if you really wanted a ps5 you would’ve gotten one already.” 

you prop your pillow up against the headboard and sit up. without thinking, he follows suit, pushing himself up to sit beside you. you lean onto his shoulder, and for a moment, the two of you are silent. while you look at nothing in particular, his eyes feverishly trace your naked figure, bathed in moonlight—an attempt to imprint this memory into his mind forever.

they love me, they love me not.

you look up at him with those eyes (is it still 11:11? because he wishes you wouldn’t look at him like that). you turn to him and place your hand on his shoulder; heat flowers where your fingertips meet his skin. to his surprise, you then lean in and press a gentle kiss to his lips. 

they love me. 

for a second, your lips hover over his before you pull away. in moments like these, he can’t help but think that maybe tonight is the night you’ll stay. his heart begins to thump quickly, each beat ringing with hope. 

“you know you can always stay the night.” he murmurs, leaning in close enough for his breath graze your skin. his tone is light like a reminder, but beneath his facade, it’s more akin to a plea. he reaches for your hand and laces his fingers in between yours. 

you pause before squeezing his hand in response. “i know, kenji. but when have i ever?”  

they love me not.

you swing your legs over the edge of the bed and step onto the ground. he can only watch as your hand slips out of his. 

[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.

~

“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. 

~

“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.

~

“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.

~

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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[lexinympho]

[suggestive, perv & absolute tease futakuchi, gn!reader, reader has tiddies, MDNI]

People always bring up the usual suspects when they're asked who the biggest menace in Haikyuu is, like Futakuchi Kenji isn't literally standing right there-

This man is about as two faced as any full fledged Scorpio can get, he'll come off as the most innocent human being in existence for his age, only for you to call him out on the intense bedroom eyes he's sending you (something he'll sometimes do without even realizing it). He's so sly with his hands btw, he'll have you second guessing if he actually brushed a hand over your ass while walking by. As for the times he isn't being sly, you won't find a lick of shame stowed away in those brown eyes for indulging in you.

He'd 100% turn things on you, too. You ask why he can't stay off your tits, but he asks why you walk around without a bra (like that's an excuse to grab them like stress balls at any given moment in time).

Don't even get me started on his spontaneous boners. He'll literally just look at you and you're suddenly subjected to him nonverbally making his boner public knowledge. You turn your back to him? In the kitchen? In bed?? Expect him to press his dick up against you and exaggeratedly moan in your ears until you do something about it. Give up on telling him to deal with it himself, he'll somehow pin the blame on you existing within a 3 ft radius and rope you into taking care of him after riling you up just right.

He's so smug about it too, saying you're so addicted to him while acting like he wasn't the one humping your leg just a minute ago.

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[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🧋First Date with the Team Captains🍔

Futakuchi Kenji x GN reader; Terushima Yūji x GN reader; Kuroo Tetsuro x GN Reader

Warnings: kissing, idk if that's much of a warning but better safe than sorry

AN: This is an Anon request! They didn't specify a team captain so I just picked 3 at random!

🌠 Please Like, Reblog and/or Share to help support my writing 🌠

Futakuchi Kenji

First off, getting a date with man is like scheduling a doctors appointment

Seriously everytime you suggest a time, he can't make it 🙄

So what you must do YN is simply 🌠 ignore 🌠

Let the mans come begging you for a date

Even if you don't plan anything for the next year in anticipation, we will prevail 💪🏻

When he does finally get his head out of his butt, he's going to ask you to a theme park

Seriously Futakuchi loves to show off

And what better way to show off than winning all the games 💅

Praise the man YN Seriously

He LOVES praise

All of them do but that's besides the point

But seriously fawn over this man when he wins you a prize 😭

"Kenji this is the sweetest thing any guy has ever done for me"- you 😍

"Well obviously it's because I'm the best guy ever"- Futakuchi 💪🏻

Ok whatever 🙄

You'll eventually have to pull the man away to eat something

But seriously, he will totally pay

Mans is a gentleman deep down 🎩

When it comes to going on ride, the higher the better

He will totally call you chicken if are too afraid to go

But this jerk will absolutely hold you hand or let you cuddle close 😎

Pls he isn't going to let an opportunity to hold you close go by

Will walk you home again

Hand in hand 🤝🏻

But never fear YN he won't try anything

In fact you will have to initiate any sort of contact

But give him a small kiss and this man will faint

Gone... dead 💀

Will wait the obligatory 2-3 days before asking you out again

No clue what that's a thing

But he doesn't want to seem "too desperate" 🙄

Nevertheless, he's a super fun first date!

Terushima Yūji

Honestly I feel like this man doesn't go on many first dates

He definitely asks alot of girls for their numbers but going on an actual date 👀

He's definitely someone who likes to get to know alot of people (boys and girls)

But he won't go out with someone unless they really catch his fancy

He has high standards 💅

He's kind of like Oikawa but less annoying? Yeah that's it 🤣

So when he approaches you and asks you for a date 👀

You just stare at him like 👉🏻👁👄👁

Say yes YN!!

Of course you say "yes 🤗"

He's the kind of guy that likes to do home dates

Hear me out now ✋️

Pizza, movies and/or video games and cuddling

He will insist you two sit across from each other while you are eating too

He wants to stare into your eyes YN

He's a guy who enjoys studying people's facial expressions

Don't ask me why he just gives off those vibes

The movie will be an scary movie

But a movie he's already seen

He wants to open the opportunity for cuddling

Pull gradually pull you closer and probably scare you 🤪

He's a guy who loves to laugh on dates

Will definitely make the first move when it comes to kissing

He's not afraid to go for it

Will also walk you home or make sure you gave a ride before you leave

Will plan a second date right away if he digs you 😍

Kuroo Tesuro

It takes Kuroo a long time to get the courage up to ask you on a date

Seriously, it seems like he's testing the waters for like a freaking year!

Kenma, Kai and Yaku are getting annoyed with the wait

Yaku thinks they need to push Kuroo and Kai thinks they need to give him time to make his move

Kenma walls up to you and says "YN go out with Kuroo already"

Kenma 👉🏻 🚶‍♂️ away

You 👉🏻😳😃

Kai and Yaku 👉🏻😳😲

Kuroo👉🏻😀🥲

Kuroo is finally going to make a move because he doesn't want to be embarrassed

He really just needed that push honestly

He's going to ask you to one of those interactive museums

Don't ask me why, but he wants to have fun while getting to know you

Plus like those places provide all the opportunities for easy conversation and corny jokes 🤣

Will just randomly hold your hand and he's sweating 😅

The bby is nervous YN so squeeze his hand 😭

Hope you are able to do everything one handed YN because he won't be letting go

Congrats you have a new extension of your body YN 🙌🏻

After the museum, he will take you to a quiet Cafe for lunch or dinner

And Kuroo is going to sit right next to you

Like you will practically be on his lap YN

Sorry you opened the flood gates I can do nothing for you

Will walk you home or take you on the train/bus

Seriously he's paid for everything too

I actually headcannon that all the hq boys will pay for you

Seriously they are all really sweet 🥺

Kuroo will definitely go for a cheek kiss first

But turn your head and lick lips with that man

Welp YN, it's over for you

Prepare to be announced as his partner the next day

In fact, Kuroo is going to ask to hang out with you the next day 😅

Mans has zero chill

[whatisreggieshortfor]

Odd

Futakuchi x gn!reader

TW: implied death? I think.

You were an odd manager. The oddest manager Futakuchi has ever worked for.

You had only been full time at the company a year or two longer than he had, but you had done internships through your time at uni until you ended up leading your own team of employees- he just happened to be one of them.

But what made you the oddest manager?

Well, it was a few things.

You were constantly talking about things none of them seemed to know- some were tv shows or movies they hadn’t watched, some was just obscure facts. He almost hated the fact that it was endearing.

He would often catch you repeating things to yourself, not quite what people referred to as echolalia because your voice was too soft when you said it.

You had a habit of asking someone to repeat a question- only to answer it before they even started.

When one of the team members did something stupid or bizarre when they should’ve known better, your face broadcasted that message even though you weren’t trying to. Your face was an open book to your emotions.

You had a habit of using everyone’s first names, whether they had given you permission or not. When someone voiced they weren’t okay with it, you would adjust for that person, but as a standard you used first names.

But the oddest thing- the fact that your phone ringer was always turned up all the way.

It made sense, in some cases, like if you had to assist someone in the field, or when you were waiting on calls from the company supervisors.

But it was all the time. In meetings, while you were on calls, in your office speaking with the company president.

No matter what, your ringer was on and it was loud.

He couldn’t figure out why.

What call were you so afraid of missing?

A work trip out of town was supposed to be a fun time. It was supposed to be about employee bonding or something, and he grew up around here- Date Tech was only a few blocks over. At least that was what he thought. Some of his coworkers had decided to hit a bar and he had tagged along, now he was turned around and couldn’t even remember if he was actually in the Miyagi prefecture or somewhere else.

Disoriented and far beyond his usual drunkenness for a night out, he dialed the only person his cloudy mind could think of.

You.

“Kenji? Are you okay?”

Did you always sound so panicked when you answered the phone? He was pretty sure he’d only left a few minutes ago.

“Y/N?” When did he get out of breath? “Hey, sorry bout this… lost, I think?”

“Don’t move, take a seat on the sidewalk or a bench if you see one. I’m on my way.”

“Don’t know where I am.”

“You might not, but I do. You keep your location turned on.” He could hear some shuffling, whether that was you over the phone or someone nearby, he had no idea. “Do you want me to stay on the phone?”

“No, i’s ‘kay. Imma nap.”

“No!” You sounded very urgent all of a sudden, “Just stay on the line with me. You said before that you used to play volleyball, right? I have a friend who was a libero, what position did you play?”

He couldn’t keep track of the pointless nothingness you encouraged him to talk about, but suddenly someone was heaving him up from where he sat on the cement, “Whoa! Hey, qui’ touchin’ me!”

“Kenji!” He blearily looked up at the sound of your voice, slowly stopping his fumbling attempts to fight you off and you gave him a smile, “Hey, lightweight. Ready to get back to the hotel?”

Your phone rang again, startling him out of his drunken haze as he sat in passenger seat of your car, “Hey! No, I found him, we’re heading back now. See you guys soon.”

“Why d’you always have that s’loud?”

“What?” You blinked at him for a moment, merging back into traffic as he head lolled against the window.

“Your phone. Always loud.”

“I just…” He didn’t understand why you took a deep breath, “I just don’t want to miss a call again when someone needs me.”

He didn’t understand why there was so much sadness in that sentence, his mind still far too riddled with intoxication from the alcohol.

But he did understand it in the morning, as he remember the way you rescued him.

He stopped feeling like he had to prove himself after that, you weren’t an enemy. You weren’t an opponent. You were just someone that cared about others. He had never particularly nice to you, something he fought to correct after that night, but you still cared about him.

So maybe you weren’t the oddest manager he’d ever had.

Sure, you still rambled about shows the team had never seen, but he was able to keep up with it now.

You still whispered repeats of things to yourself, but he no longer tried to hate how endearing it was.

You still asked people what and then answered their questions before they could ask again, but now there were times he didn’t even open his mouth to repeat himself. Just waited for your answer.

Your face still showed every emotion you felt, but now he felt lucky to see that.

You still called everyone by their first names, but now when someone said his last name both of you had to look.

Because you may have started as the oddest manager he ever had, but after that night and the years that followed you ended up being the best choice he could ever marry.

Masterlist

[datingdonovan]

a/n: I finally sat down and wrote this the other day and ive lost the will to edit it any more :) you get it. anyhow have approx 2.25k cece calm down bro, stop going so hard????!!!?!?! for the wonderful @hinatawa's can I get your name to go? collab <3

ps. @mimi-cee-hq, the gemini™️, and all other futakuchi lovers. come get ur food <3

You’d be lying if you said you weren’t nervous for your first day. You know you should be grateful to your friend for putting in a good word for you when they quit, but honestly, working in the coffee shop just off campus was never an idea you’d found particularly alluring, or even really considered before they’d brought it up.

It’s turning out to be even more stressful than you thought it would be, now, in the back room at 6:30AM, with this dorky shift manager standing in front of you explaining all the ins and outs of what to do. You thought he would set you free after he finished his spiel on how to make all the different kinds of coffee, but now he’s on to the part where he describes—in great detail—every type of customer. Which you’ve conveniently been spacing out for.

“Hey! Did you get that last one?”

The poor man eyes you a little warily, like he’s finally getting the sense that trying to teach you everything at once is a woeful waste of time.

You don’t know what to do but tell him the truth. “Kogane, look, I’m sorry. This is just a lot to take in—.”

“I know. I know.” He holds his hands up in defense. “I’m sorry, I’m rushing you. It’s just, I know these people better than you do and I want to make sure you’re prepared.”

“I mean, is it really that bad?”

Kogane’s eyebrows pull together immediately. “No, no! Being a barista is great. I love it.” Of course he does. He’s a social butterfly and a ball of boundless energy, bouncing from foot to foot even now. “I just think there are some people who won’t go easy on you just because you’re new.” All of a sudden, he stands still and fixes you with a grave stare. “Some people need their coffee now.”

“But you know them. You can help me, right?”

“Not this afternoon. We’re gonna be short-staffed. Just me and you. And I’m gonna have to help unload some new stuff getting delivered. That’s why this is so important.”

You take a deep breath. You barely even remember how to work that machine that does frappes. How you’re going to hold down the entire shop for half an hour while he unloads the truck is beyond you. “Okay, Koganegawa. Tell me again.”

His eyes flick up to the ceiling and dance around like he’s searching the depths of his brain, trying to figure out the key things to emphasize to you. When he meets your eyes again, he’s determined. “The most important person to watch out for is Futakuchi. I mean, he’s a great guy, really. Just hates his midday classes. He always skips lunch and then winds up in here acting like a total grouch, but he knows I’ll give him a discount so—.”

“Wait. I’m confused. If he’s rude, why are we giving him discounts?”

Kogane stares at you, dumbfounded. “Because we’re friends.”

“The scary guy I have to watch out for is your friend?”

The man in front of you stays quiet for a moment, mouth hanging open as he thinks. “Well, yeah. He can just be kinda intense sometimes and you don’t know him like I do so I don’t want you to get offend—.”

The bell on the door dings and Kogane turns on his heel toward the sound. “First customer!” He smiles back at you. “I’ll explain the rest to you later.”

He did not, in fact, explain the rest to you later, so here you are, standing behind the counter, counting down the minutes until he gets back. You know you shouldn’t be nervous—apparently the guy you’re supposed to be afraid of is a college student. How terrible could he possibly be?

Still, your palms start to sweat a little every time someone new steps into the cafe. Kogane didn’t even give you a description of his friend, so you have no clue what you’re supposed to be watching out for. At this point, it’s been twenty minutes that you’ve been manning the counter by yourself, and you’ve heaved a sigh of relief every time the person entering the shop looks older than twenty-five.

And when someone your age does come in? Oh, hell. Earlier, a blonde kid had stepped up to the counter and said his order a little bit too fast. You’d immediately assumed the worst, completely clamming up and embarrassing yourself, only to leave the guy stuttering apologies as you almost spilled his drink all over him. You honestly wish Kogane hadn’t given you a warning at all. It’s freaking you out, maybe even more than being taken by surprise would.

You’re sure your shift manager will be back any minute, though. All you have to do is hold out for another customer or two, and then he’ll come save you from having to deal with the notorious Futakuchi.

The bell on the door jingles, pulling you out of your thoughts, and an unassuming tall guy walks in. You can't help but tense a little at the fact that he looks your age, and you wonder if this is the moment you've been stressing about all afternoon. But as this guy walks closer, you realize he doesn’t look angry, just bored, staring down at his phone with his brown hair flopping in his face.

The man steps up to the register, not even sparing you a glance. “I’ll have my usual.”

And you just stand there. Not only is the man in front of you asking for something you have no clue how to give him, he’s standing close enough to you that you can see his sharp jaw, the way his eyes track the game he’s playing, the soft slope of his nose, and you can just faintly smell his cologne, and he’s… well, he’s hot.

“Um.” Your brain feels like it’s working at half-speed as you try to formulate an acceptable answer. “I don’t actually know—.”

“Come on.” He groans softly, but it’s noncommittal, no bite to it. “Don’t mess with me.” The man glances up at you, just long enough for you to get a glimpse of his eyes. They still look more bored than anything, maybe a little bit annoyed, and then they flick back to the phone in his hand as he continues. “I have somewhere to… be…” The sentence dies in his throat and he lifts his gaze again, eyes fully open now, examining your face more closely for the first time. “Oh.” He locks his phone and tucks it into his back pocket. “Sorry. You’re new.”

“I’m new,” you repeat dumbly, unable to look away.

The man in front of you smiles a little. His tongue peeks out to wet his lips before he speaks and you don’t know what you did to deserve good luck like this. “So, my usual… is… a caramel latte, but a little extra caramel in the whip cream on top.”

“A latte.” Thank God. You could make a latte at home in your sleep. “Okay. Great. Easy.”

You gingerly punch the order into the register, careful not to skip a step and have to go back to repeat it. Your eyes are focused, trained on the machine in front of you, but you can feel the way the man on the other side of the counter is watching you.

“Do you like it so far?” When you shoot him a confused look, he elaborates. “The job, I mean. Do you think you’ll stay?”

You laugh a little, feeling like you’re being interviewed all of a sudden. “I mean, this is my first day, so hopefully I’ll stay for a little while, I think. Although.” You shouldn’t continue to ramble on, but you do. “I guess I am kind of nervous. Seems like some customers are less than understanding.”

“Who?” The man in front of you looks around at the patrons of the little shop as though he’s offended for you. “Tell me, and I’ll have a polite conversation with them.” He glares jokingly, this little glint of mischief in his eyes, and the two of you both laugh. When he speaks again, he’s more serious, like he’s trying to be suave. “This is the best customer service I’ve had in years.”

You really hope he can’t see how hard you’re sweating right now. “Um. Thank you. Uh, you can put your card in now.” You reach around to show him where to insert it. “Tap or swipe or…” Holy hell. He presses cash directly into your palm, his cold fingers dancing along yours when he pulls his hand away. You gulp down the lump in your throat, just trying to think straight enough to put the money in the register and make change.

“How much, um…” He’s suddenly scratching the back of his neck, like he contracted your nervousness from the skin-on-skin contact. “How much do people usually tip... when the barista is as cute—as good as you. When the barista is as good as you. I didn’t mean to say—.”

“No, you meant to say it.” You laugh.

The man in front of you glances down at his feet and you catch sight of his ears, tipped red from blushing. When he meets your eye again, you can't help but bite your lip, partially because this hot guy is hitting on you and partially because you're... successfully hitting on him back? You honestly have no clue where this is going, but you decide you’re not going to miss your chance to keep the momentum. “Um, usually people don’t have to leave a tip. If they’re going to take me on a date afterward.” You make sure your hand touches his smooth skin when you hand him his change.

“Gonna need your number.”

“Gonna need a name,” you retort. He smirks, and both of you are this perfect mix of coy and bashful. You grab a cup for his drink and prepare to write.

“Futakuchi.”

You drop the pen, mouth hanging open. “You’re—.”

“Futakuchi!” Kogane barges in from the back room, looking between his friend and you. “I see you’ve met our resident grump. Hope he hasn’t given you too much trouble—.”

“Aw, would you shut up?” The dark haired man shoots Kogane a glare and you take the opportunity to scramble for the pen on the floor, allowing yourself to fall into a fit of laughter as the two men talk over the counter above you. You hear the voice of the man you’d been flirting with, a distinct bite to his tone that he hadn’t used with you. “We were actually having a nice conversation.”

“A nice conversation? You? What?” Kogane teases. “Did I miss something?” He looks over at you when you rise from the ground, pen in hand, and something about the way you smile makes him raise his eyebrows. “Oh… Oh.” He flashes Futakuchi a taunting grin, hooking his thumb over at you. “Didn’t know they were your type.”

“Shut up,” the man in front of you mutters.

“You’re so into them, aren’t you? It’s written all over your fac—.”

“I will climb over this counter and strangle you.”

Kogane lifts his hands in defeat, creeping toward the back room. “Alright, I’ll leave you to it.” Before he steps out, he turns to you. “This guy gives you any trouble, you call me, ASAP.” You nod, unable to contain your small huff of laughter. On another day, you’d probably be embarrassed, maybe even upset about the entire conversation that just transpired. Who could blame you? Your shift manager had just joked about whatever feelings this guy had as if you weren’t standing right there in front of the two of them. But the fact that Kogane so obviously meant for it to embarrass his friend—and the fact that it had worked—has you feeling more amused than anything else when you turn back to Futakuchi, whose face is still beet red.

“Did he... say anything about me?”

“Oh, nothing. Just that you’re a really rude, angry customer who can’t stand to wait and always needs to have a discount and—.”

“Okay, okay, I get it.” The man laughs, covering his face with an exaggerated groan. The bell chimes on the front door behind him and he barely looks up at you as he moves away from the counter to wait for his drink.

Kogane slips out from the back room to take care of the next customer, and you write Futakuchi’s name on the cup in your hand. You finally make the simple drink, remembering the extra caramel on top, and when you finish snapping the lid on, he’s there waiting.

“Futakuchi.” You call his name quietly, looking up at him, and the way it sounds coming off your tongue is the sweetest he’s ever heard it. His fingertips brush yours again as he takes the cup from you, the man’s dark eyes earnest as he holds your gaze.

“Guess you aren’t going to want that date after all, huh?”

You smile wide and roll your eyes, shaking your head in disbelief. “I think I can handle your grumpiness. Especially since it seems like it’s literally only directed at Kogane.” The man in front of you laughs. “Just call me whenever.”

Futakuchi rotates the warm cup in his hands and sure enough, there’s your number scrawled beneath his name (which, by the way, is the prettiest he’s ever seen it written, too). He gives a small, timid nod, lifting the cup to his face to hide his smile. Then he holds his hand up to you in a little wave, and he’s leaving through the front door. You don’t miss the fact that when he passes Kogane, he casually throws him the finger.