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Tsutomu Goshiki x reader | teen pregnancy series | pt.1 the news

Synopsis. a teen pregnancy storie between goshiki and reader.

wc. | genre. angst to fluff |cw/tags. angst, teen pregnancy mentions, fluff, etc. teen pregnancy series masterlists here!

general headcanons

╭⋅The moment he realizes what’s happening, he goes into full dramatic mode. His first thoughts aren’t even about responsibility or the future—it’s more like, “OH MY GOD, A BABY? ME? A DAD? WHAT IF THEY THINK I’M LAME?!” ╭⋅He starts overthinking immediately—“Do babies like volleyball? What if I spike too hard and scare them? Will they think my jump serve is cool? WHAT IF I DROP THEM?!” ╭⋅Despite panicking, he never once considers running away or avoiding the situation. He may be dramatic, but he’s loyal as hell. ╭⋅After the initial freak-out, he does a complete 180 and starts acting like he’s got it all under control—even if he clearly doesn’t... He suddenly starts reading parenting books, watching baby videos, and Googling the most ridiculous things. ⋅“Can babies eat rice balls?” ⋅“How do you hold a baby without breaking it?” ⋅“Can babies play volleyball? Asking for a friend.” ╭⋅He Over-Prepares. ⋅Buys a tiny volleyball way too early. He just knows the baby will be a prodigy. ⋅Starts saving money—he has no idea what for, but he feels like he should. ⋅Tries to eat healthier, even though he’s not the one who’s pregnant, lol. “If I’m gonna be a dad, I need to be STRONG.”

You and Goshiki had been together for about six months now. Your relationship had started as a friendship—late-night calls, study sessions, him always trying (and failing) to act cool around you. When he finally confessed, it was dramatic, loud, and completely endearing. Since then, things had been sweet—full of nervous hand-holding, awkward but sincere kisses, and him constantly trying to impress you.

But now… this was something neither of you had ever imagined.

You had been feeling off for a while—exhausted, nauseous, emotional over the tiniest things. At first, you brushed it off as stress from school and staying late to watch Goshiki’s practices. But then, the realization hit. The test confirmed it. And now, you had to tell him.

You had planned to do it after practice, maybe in your usual spot near the gym. But before you could, he found out on his own.

It happened completely by accident. You had asked him to grab something from your bag while you tied your shoe, not thinking twice about it. But when he reached inside, a small folded-up piece of paper slipped out—a doctor’s appointment confirmation. You didn’t notice at first, but when you looked up, Goshiki was standing completely still, staring at it like it was written in another language.

"Prenatal consultation."

His hands shook slightly as he read the words over and over again, his usually loud and confident energy completely gone.

“…What’s this?” His voice came out quieter than usual, almost hesitant.

Your stomach dropped. There was no backing out now.

You swallowed hard. “Goshiki… I was going to tell you. I just—”

“Wait—WAIT.” He held up a hand, as if physically trying to stop time. “This is—this is saying—does this mean—??”

You bit your lip, heart pounding. “Yeah. I’m—” You took a shaky breath. “I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

Goshiki’s face went pale, his eyes impossibly wide. Then, in an instant—

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY?!”

His voice echoed through the empty hallway, pure panic and disbelief clashing in his expression. His breathing picked up, hands still shaking slightly, his entire body stiff like he had just been hit by a truck.

“I—I’m gonna be a dad?!” He looked at you, then at the paper, then at you again, like his brain was malfunctioning. “Like—a real dad? With a real baby?! That’s—a baby? Inside you??”

You winced. “Goshiki—keep your voice down—”

He ignored that completely. “OH MY GOD. I—I CAN’T EVEN DO A JUMP SERVE PERFECTLY YET—HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO—” He gasped. “WHAT IF THE BABY THINKS I’M LAME?!”

You blinked. That’s his concern right now?

Seeing him spiral, you grabbed his hands, squeezing them tight. “Hey—breathe. Please.”

He sucked in a shaky breath, his body still tense. His mind was racing at a thousand miles per hour. He was sixteen. He was a first-year. He was supposed to be focusing on volleyball and proving himself—not this.

But then, he looked at you—really looked at you. And suddenly, his panic took a backseat to something else.

“…Are you okay?” His voice was softer this time, full of genuine concern. “I mean—how do you feel?”

You let out a slow breath. “Scared,” you admitted. “But also… I don’t know. It still doesn’t feel real.”

Goshiki swallowed hard. He still looked like he might pass out, but he straightened his shoulders, trying to pull himself together. He wasn’t the type to back down from anything—not in volleyball, not in proving himself, and certainly not in this.

He nodded, mostly to himself. “O-Okay. Okay. Then… we’re in this together.” His grip on your hands tightened. “I mean—I don’t know anything about being a dad, but—I’ll figure it out. I promise.”

You stared at him, surprised. “Just like that?”

His lips pressed into a thin line, determination taking over his panic. “Just like that.” Then, after a beat—“…Unless you don’t want me to?”

You laughed, despite everything. “Of course I do, dummy.”

Relief washed over his face, though he still looked overwhelmed. He exhaled, rubbing his face. “Holy crap. I’m gonna be a dad.” A pause. Then, almost panicked again—“Wait—DOES THIS MEAN I HAVE TO TELL USHIJIMA?!”

“…One thing at a time, Goshiki.”

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revasserium · 2 years ago

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Can you do Hc's for tsutomu, sfw and nsfw I never seen any content for him

hq!! reqs are open :)

sfw:

enthusiastic is perhaps not strong enough a word, but he sure is gun-ho about all! of! the! things! bc honestly, he never thought he’d get here -- never thought that the day might come where he’d actually get to hold your hand or make you laugh, or any of the million and one things he’s dreamt about doing but sweet gods in heaven, now that he’s here, he swears he’d never take it for granted -- so he smiles hard, and he laughs even harder, he goes out of his way to plan elaborate dates (that ultimately never ever quite goes as planned) but he’s okay with that too!

bc he knows that you love him like this, like an unfinished masterpiece. where he’s the painting and you’re the brush, and his literature teacher told him he shouldn’t try too hard with the extended metaphors, but he can’t help himself. he can’t help himself when it comes to you. he’s never been able to in the first place.

waking up way too early and jogging down your street just to look like he’s coincidentally passing by, even though you giggle and tell him that he’s sweating and out of breath so he must’ve been here for ages

sharing food with you but no one else, because how’s he supposed to be the ace if he doesn’t get enough nutrition to grow?

dozing off on the bus with his head on your shoulder, and sure, he’s mortified to have drooled on your school uniform, but you told him that it’s kinda cute and he hasn’t been able to stop thinking about it since.

nsfw:

switch!life bc real men do both.

gasping when you suck him off, his consciousness blurring at the image of your lips stretched so perfectly over his cock, your eyes watering ever so slightly as he feels himself hit the back of your throat

eating you out like his life fucking depends on it because. it. does. and he can never get enough of how tight your thighs get around his face, and he’s never thought there was anything ironic about the phrase “crush me with your thighs” bc yes!!! that’s what he wants!! from you!!!!

fingering you hard and fast and dirty in the locker rooms bc you had no business looking so damn hot in his jersey, blushing so prettily, cheering him on like that; kissing you through your climax because he loves the taste of your moans on his tongue

rly wants to do the wall sex! but the mechanics are harder than he thought!

whining and begging when you ride him cause gods what else is there worth begging for in life other than the sight of you working yourself over his cock, the feel of your wetness slicking down his thighs, staining his bedsheets, and sure he’d literally just done the laundry yesterday but that’s what washing machines are for, right? right.

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toomanygoldfish · 10 months ago

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Okay, I'll send in three requests that will vary a little so you can get a feel. Now, keep in mind that you can do whatever you want with this, I will never be disappointed, it's just a means to share creativity.

How about this prompt:

"Don′t wanna sleep 'cause we′re dreaming out loud"

but with Goshiki? He's got plenty of big dreams, calling himself the Ace as a first year. I doubt he let go of that after high school

I saw the prompt and immediately thought about a million dreams from the greatest showman.

You make a lot of promises when you are a kid. Most of those promises are forgotten and left in your fondest memories.

standing on the edge of the playground in 4th grade, watching bugs crawl over the wood chips placed in front of them is where this promise was made.

“hey, [Name]? Will you follow me when I become an astronaut?” Goshiki looked at you with a rather intense gaze for a 10 year old.

“Of course! I’ll follow you to wherever the world takes us!” You giggle at him then go back to the bugs.

——— 4 years later ———

that promise held true as you followed him through jr. high.

while Goshiki did not pursue becoming an astronaut, he did find volleyball. You would stay after your club had ended to walk home with him. On many nights you would end up staying on the gym with him as he drilled himself over and over again.

some nights he only left because he could see your eyes drooping, and your yawns becoming more and more frequent.

at first you couldn’t see why a sport this fast paced had enamored him, but after many late nights and you first aid kit being used more often, you finally decided to find out.

you watched hours upon hours of volleyball tapes and started to ask more questions. And to be honest you still didn’t really understand it, but you saw the way his eyes lit up when talking about it.

you saw the way that he smiled when a game component finally clicked, and the laughter that was shared between his teammates after a particularly good skirmish.

you decided that maybe you didn’t need to understand.

——— 2 years later (After losing to karasuno)———

tear tacks were still wet on his cheeks when he went looking for you. You, who was at every single game no matter where, you who was always there with a smile and a hug, and who he loved more than anything.

He found you a standing next to a water fountain, once he got your attention, you gave him a hug. He held you to his chest and shook with silent sobs.

After a while he pulled back and looked you in the eyes, and decided then and there that he didn’t want to spend another day without you.

——

it took him until the end of his first year to finally ask you out. (To which you said yes)

The whole summer was spent going on dates and having fun with each other. The usual disappointment of going back to school wasn’t there, only excitement for the new volleyball season.

At the end of the volleyball season, he gave you a promise ring. He promised that wherever you took him, that he would go, as long as he got to stay with you. You kept the ring on a necklace throughout the rest of your Highschool years.

——— 3 years later ———

in your second year of college you got offered your dream scholarship. However you were reluctant to take it, because it meant moving to another country.

you brought it up to Goshiki and it was one of the first big fights you had.

he wanted you to take it. He felt like you had encouraged him to follow his dreams as a professional volleyball player and he wanted you to follow your dreams too.

you argued that you wanted to stay with him. That your relationship with him was more important to you than any scholarship. you eventually walked out to the balcony to get some space, and after cooling down a bit, you went back inside to find him. you sat down and tried to explain it from your point of view. He was one of the most important people in your life, and that moving away might break that connection. He explained that you had done so much for him, and that he didn’t want to hold you back from achieving something great. it was a long night. And in the end you agreed that you would take the scholarship.

the night before you left for the airport you gave him a promise ring, and took yours off of the necklace and put it onto your finger. ——— 2 years later ———

Visiting each other was hard. With Goshiki progressing into his volleyball career, and you spending most of your time doing work. but you made it work. one memorable night was when Goshiki had stayed awake long after midnight to stay on the phone with you. He was quite honestly delirious and it was mostly his subconscious talking to you.

you found it hilarious. He was filling the silence with mostly meaningless babble. It was a great background noise for your studying. eventually you got bored of studying and you turned your attention to your boyfriend asking him questions and watching him put too much effort into answering it.

eventually you remember how late it is over there. “Hey lover boy, why are you still awake?”

he blinks his eyes lazily at you before slowly responding, “I don’t ‘wanna sleep when I could be dreaming out loud with you.”

you feel your heart melt at this man, who even when tired is thinking of you and wants to spend time with you. “I love you baby, but you need sleep. Good night my love”

“‘Ood night”

———

the night of your return was marked on the calendar you and Goshiki shared. However near your return date your supervisor noticed how antsy you were getting and managed to get you a return flight a week earlier. you decided not to tell Goshiki about the new flight date so you could surprise him. The first thing to do was call his teams manager to make sure that he could get a free day. and after a long call, and being put on hold for far too long, Goshiki would be free for the next day.

——— the next day ———

Goshiki has been doing a lot of things in the weeks leading up to your departure, one of which was to buy an actual engagement ring. He had bought this ring* right before practice. His plan was to propose to you right after you got out of the airport. Strangely enough when he went into practice his manager kept giving him knowing looks. He ignored it and kept practicing until the coaches called them over and cut practice short. Goshiki (who was rather confused) took the drive home. It was a fairly normal drive home with not much traffic. Until he got a text from you. ❤️My beloved❤️: will you pick up some flowers for me?

❤️My beloved❤️: I ordered them already all you need to do is pick them up. Thank you 😊

Me: sure, send me the address

❤️My beloved❤️: thank you 😘

——— a few minutes later ———

Goshiki walked into the store, only to pause when he saw you. “…[Name]?” He looks at you, then rubs his eyes to make sure you are real. “Goshiki!” You run to him and hug him. “How, How are you here?”

“they let me go a few days early, and I came to surprise you!”

Goshiki fumbled around his pockets for something. He seems to find it quickly but looks up nervously. “you good there Goshiki?”

“yes! Yes I am, um this isn’t how I wanted this to go,” he looks at you and smiles. “But you mean the world to me and I’m so happy that you came home early.”

he gets down onto one knee and pulls out the ring. “[Full Name] you are the love of my life. Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?”

“YES”

*this is the ring I was thinking of

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lehguru · 2 years ago

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DRESS + GOSHIKI TSUTOMU

for my beloved @mars-yknow, how goshiki would react to wearing a dress!!

warnings: well, goshiki wears a dress; not proofread!!

first of all, i would like to say: he would look absolutely adorable in a baby purple dress. not too short, but not too long either and with a v-shaped neck line!

the incentive to wear the dress would need to come from you. even if goshiki probably thought about it before, he never took any step to try it out, as he would be too shy to go shopping for that kind of clothing. so, when you appeared with the clothing, begging him to try it on, he didn't have the heart to refuse it.

when he walked out of his room, the dress looking really nice on his body, the expression you made sent a blush to his cheeks. "i-i don't think i look that good." he said, spinning around while trying to check himself out. you started clapping and he looked at you with a confused expression.

"twirl more! shiki, twirl again!" when he finally noticed what he did, his cheeks got as red as tomatoes. "please, you look so beautiful. come here!" even if he felt like putting his head through his wall, he walked up to you, his eyes glued to the wooden floor. when he was standing in front of you, you grabbed his hands and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles; "seriously, i wouldn't mind you wearing that more often."

the little giggle that would leave his mouth, would only confirm to you that goshiki liked it too; he liked it even more because it was a gift from his darling – he also loves to hear the praises you throw his way.

2023 © content belongs to lehguru, but the characters used in them belong to their respective creators!!

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haikyu-mp4 · 2 months ago

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word count; 334 – f!reader

Sneaking Goshiki out of your dorm in the morning felt easy when you both had early training. You threw on your uniforms in the dark, giggling as you kissed each other silly before throwing your Shiratorizawa sweatshirts on top and sneaking out into the dimmed hallways.

Goshiki knew no better when he pulled the sweater off again after warm-ups and realised much too late that his jersey was practically cropped on him. It was also sleeveless, which he really couldn’t believe he didn’t notice before.

Semi spotted it before the poor first-year had the chance to pull his sweatshirt back on. He snorted, one hand covering his mouth while the other pointed at Goshiki’s exposed lower stomach. This made Tendo turn to what Semi-Semi was laughing at, letting out a loud gasp that alerted the rest of the group.

Goshiki had never been so horrified. A missed serve was nothing on this humiliation. “It- It must’ve shrunk in the wash!” he squeaked out.

“Turned you into a libero as well,” Shirabu added, barely containing his mocking laugh.

“Kinda looks like you had a visitor in your dorm, you nasty dog,” Tendo accused, dancing around the future ace who tried to fumble the sweater back on.

“Tsutomu never came back to the dorms last night,” came a comment from another first year, and the other players all drew in a breath while said spiker could feel his cheeks overheating.

He just hoped Ushijima wouldn’t- “Where did you sleep?”

…comment on it.

He squeaked, rubbing the back of his head trying to think of a lie. “At my parents’ house?”

Turning away so they couldn’t read his face, he was shocked to hear even more cackles from the third years in particular.

You see, it wasn’t his sweatshirt either, and in big letters on the back said your last name.

He could only imagine you came to the same realisation right about now, outside jogging with the girls’ team.

No more secret relationship for you two.

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crazyyanderefangirlfan · 7 months ago

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I'm finally watching Delicious in Dungeon and had an idea. Imagine you got hurt and on meds but the side affects alter your personality making you cat like. Your f/o sees you loafing on the sunlit window and he couldn't help but try to pet you. Unfortunately, like a cat, your picky on gets close to you. You quickly slapped his hand away, with a sharp "No!" Your f/o quickly retreats to the corner, staring at his hand in betrayal and questioning his worth. JJK - Satoru Gojo, Yuuji Itadori. MHA - Denki Kaminari, Eijirou Kirishima, Hanta Sero HQ - Shoyo Hinata, Toru Oikawa, Lev Haiba, Atsumu Miya, Tobio Kageyama (maybe), Tetsuruo Kuroo, Kanji Konegawa, Azumane Asahi, Yuu Nishinoya, Ryuunusuke Tanaka, Kotarou Bokuto, Tsutomu Goshiki, Motoya Komori. TWST - Idia Shroud, Deuce Spade, Ctaer Diamond, Kalim Al-Asim (he'll just be sad), Sebek Zigvolt (he'll just be offended tho). OBEY ME: Mammon, Levi, Satan, Asmo.

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suplicyy · 8 months ago

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[Prompt Series pt.3]

You sharing a dessert with Goshiki

Summary — Goshiki and you are on a date and you share your dessert with him.

— Fluff

— Gn!Reader

It had only been a short time since you entered into a relationship with Shiratorizawa's future ace, Goshiki, and since then, everything has been amazing for you two. And today would be an amazing time too, since you were going on a date!

And this would definitely be a perfect day, everything would definitely work out, right?

...Right?

That thought was completely burned by the flames of hell when Goshiki reached into his pocket and couldn't find his wallet. At that moment the poor boy felt his soul leaving his body.

And he couldn't even go back to his house and get it back, he was already too far from his house for that.

He was already waiting for you at the meeting point you agreed on, and you hadn't arrived yet. The only thing he was thinking at the moment was: How would he explain the situation to you?

Since the beginning of your relationship, Goshiki has always liked to spoil you, give you your favorite snacks, take you for a walk somewhere you like, and even buy you gifts, even though they weren't those fancy and expensive gifts, you always loved the affection that he has to remember the things you like.

And since he is now without his money, how could he make you happy!?

His desperate thoughts stopped the moment he felt a small poke on his shoulder.

"Tsu, are you okay? I was calling you but you didn't listen..."

The cute nickname you gave him a while ago made his heart race, but it still wasn't enough to get him out of the despair he was feeling about the whole situation.

"N-No- I mean yes!! Everything is fine! Heh..." he says nervously. You thought he was just shy because of the date, since he always has the same reaction when he sees you, so you didn't mind too much and held his hand, guiding him to your destination.

"I saw that a really cute coffee shop opened here recently! What do you think about going there?" you say in an excited tone. "Well... O-Of course! Let's go!!"

Goshiki cursed himself internally, for not having the courage to tell you about the situation. He was generally known for being a very ambitious and courageous boy, after all he even told his team's great Ace to his face that one day he would surpass him. But whenever it came to you, it seemed like his world destabilized, he really likes you and wants to do everything he can to impress you and get what you deserve, so if something he does for you goes wrong, he can get really upset with himself.

He only realized he arrived at the coffee shop when he heard the door bell being rung as you entered the cozy space. The fragrance of coffee beans being ground and sweet breads coming out of the oven reached his nostrils, which made him sad, knowing that he couldn't buy what you wanted at that moment.

"Didn't I tell you it was super cute?? I never make mistakes in my recommendations, right?" You say with a smile on your face, which soon disappears when you feel a squeeze on your hand. "I-I'm sorry [name]..." He looks at the ground with an sad expression, in a way of not making eye contact with you.

"Goshiki what happened?" You reach out with both of your hands to cup them on either side of his face, lifting him up so you can see him better. "You know you can always tell me everything, don't you? I won't be mad at you." Goshiki stops for a moment, but then he lets out a sigh and finally tells you what's bothering him. "It's just... I forgot my wallet..."

There was silence after that. At that time he was convinced that you would fight with him, or even worse, leave him. But all of that went away when he heard your little laugh, that laugh that always made his day better.

"Tsu, is that what you were worried about? You know I have money too, right?" "B-But... then I won't be able to make you happy...!" You gave him a sweet smile, and then planted a soft kiss on his lips, an action that made him blush furiously in the same second.

"You fool, just having you here with me makes me happy! Don't worry about it anymore, okay?" you hold his hand again and guide him to the dessert display, pointing to a delicious slice of cake. "How about this one? I think I only have enough money for one piece... but it should be enough for a drink too!" Before he can protest, you walk straight to the register, heading to place your order.

After you pay, you sit at a table near the window, with a slice of cake and a mocha.

"Y-You didn't have to do that..." Goshiki says in a worried tone. "Well... it's just that you always buy things for me, so I want to spoil you too!" You take a piece of cake with your spoon and bring it to his mouth. "Whether with sweets or other things you like, I want to make you happy, like you do to me every day!"

At that moment, the boy felt his heart warm with your gesture of love for him.

"I-I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!" he shouts excitedly, opening his mouth to eat the piece of cake you offered him. Some people glared at him for shouting in a space that was supposed to be relaxing, but you didn't care at all.

On this pleasant afternoon, you two shared a dessert that you would definitely eat again, but the dessert wasn't as sweet as Goshiki's love for you.

A/N — HELLO FRIENDS!! This weekend I was super busy doing school work that I left at short notice, so it took a while for this one to come out.😭😭

And this week will probably be a bit hectic for me, as my exams start next week, so don't worry if I don't post anything here!

Prompt used for this post — Person A and Person B sharing ice cream/cake/a dessert.

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loveephia · 2 years ago

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*immediately bolted here as soon as i saw my favourite hq writer open these prompts again >:D*

"i cant get over how a few months ago i wanted to learn your name and now youre having breakfast with me in my sweater" + goshiki 🥹🥹🥹 (stay safe and stay hydrated phia love u <333)

#8'S LOVE STORY | goshiki tsutomu

prompt: "i can't get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, goshiki gushing over you and perhaps getting distracted during practice while thinking about you, you're his upperclassmen (second year), tendō is a wingman and brownie enthusiast, you like baking, quite long.

⚠ warning/s: none.

note: gosh this was so fun to write that it became a one-shot instead of a drabble. i've never gotten a goshiki request so this was a good challenge for me. i really hope that i got him and the rest of shiratorizawa's personalities right! TYSM AND ILY HIKARIII ENJOY READING GIRL!!! :D

"her name.. what's her name?!" goshiki tsutomu mentally groaned with furrowed brows, peeking out from his classroom door to look at you, his beautiful upperclassmen. you were a responsible girl who did everything at your own pace, hence the clipboard in your hands to check your schedule for the day. if the student council of shiratorizawa accepted second years, you definitely would've at least been the secretary.

goshiki heard your name once from a few of your friends, but he.. just can't remember!

so here he is, irritatedly sipping on his juice box while staring you down. although not on purpose, of course.

"what's up, goshiki! what are we lookin' at?" tendō appears out of nowhere, accidentally spooking the poor wing spiker. goshiki turns his head to look over his shoulder, "huh?! tendō, what are you doing here?! aren't the third year's classrooms all the way on the third floor?"

"what a smart little cookie you are!" tendō ruffled goshiki's hair. "well, y'know how shiratorizawa's annual bake sale is coming up? i'm trying to find y/n because i heard that she's handling the preparations this year. i wanna see if i can get some of her famous two-bite brownies in advance before they sell out again!" tendō hisses at the bitter memory.

tendō can still recall the stinging feeling of how he wasn't able to purchase last year's batch because a volleyball game overlapped on the same day as the sale, so by the time the team got back to shiratorizawa, all of the brownies were gone.

and, hold on..

"y/n!" goshiki rejoices as he was finally able to recollect your name, all thanks to tendō. "yes?" you ask, looking at goshiki with a confused look.

goshiki turns red. "n- nothing!" i forgot that she was in the same hallway!

something in tendō sparks, and he suddenly has the urge to help his underclassmen's love life. he can bring up the brownie topic with you later..

"hey, n/n! what do you think of our up-and-coming ace here? ain't he a real firecracker?" tendō suddenly compliments goshiki, even wrapping his long arm around the young boy's shoulder. goshiki widens his eyes, already wanting to hear more. "hm? oh, i haven't seen him play yet," and just like that, goshiki's ego has been cracked and bruised.

"but i'd love to be invited to the next game if that's okay with you, goshiki." you smile a pearly one at him, and goshiki's mood is turned right back around. "yes! please come, y/n! i won't disappoint you!" he exclaims.

you giggled it off and soon excuse yourself from the two.

"what a cute boy!" you thought with a faint blush on your cheeks.

goshiki looks at tendō, utterly speechless to the core, while the middle blocker only dusts his hands off as if he's just finished some heavy labor. "what can i say! i may not be the first to get married from our team, but i can be a good matchmaker!"

goshiki has never had more respect for tendō than he has right now.

time skip.

"oi! stop standing around like that, number eight! you look like a lost kid at the mall!" coach washijo scolded goshiki, who flinched. i was spacing out again! "s- sorry, coach!"

reon comes up to tendō and shirabu, "what's up with him?" he asks. shirabu sighs, "i don't know. but if he continues to do this, then he'll just drag the whole team down."

"oh, poor little shirabu! i can tell you what's going on in goshiki's head," tendō says, "our future ace has a crush on the sweet and classy y/n!"

"that doesn't matter. can't he just leave his personal feelings out of practice? prelims are around the corner, after all." shirabu stated factually. "it's not like you're capable enough to have crushes anyway, so the least you could do is cut goshiki some slack." semi poked fun at shirabu, as the older setter just so happened to overhear the conversation from a few feet away.

"what did you say?" a visible vein forms on shirabu's forehead.

tendō turns to reon while shirabu and semi bicker, "anyway, the kid is all worried about the upcoming game because y/n is coming to see him play for the first time." tendō whispers. "you think he'll be alright?"

reon looks at goshiki, who's physically trembling. there's even a gloomy aura around him practically screaming, "don't screw this up, don't screw this up, don't screw this up."

just in good timing, ushijima places his palm on goshiki's shoulder. "rest, goshiki. you need to be in good shape to practice." he states. "yeah, exactly! aren't you gonna be ushiwaka's successor? what'll y/n think when she sees you all shaken up on the court!" tendō exclaims.

ushiwaka's.. successor.. y/n..

goshiki's aura quickly shifts into one of fiery determination, ready to take on anything and everything. "you're right, tendō! i'll do my best!"

"it's really easy to get this kid going, huh.." the team thought simultaneously, sweat dropping in the process.

time skip.

it's the day of the prelims, and shiratorizawa was up against ohgiminami high. they're not a powerhouse that goshiki was familiar of, but then again, they're not be underestimated.

the starting line-ups are on court, and there goshiki was standing, being the only first year. that was something you noticed from the stands.

"he must be really talented to have been able to get that far.. i heard that coach washijo is tough on the volleyball club too." you thought.

the coin is flipped and shiratorizawa ends up serving first. ushijima hits the ball and there we go, a service ace. you're impressed to have seen the ball fly by that fast, but then again, it's ushijima. "if i tried receiving that, my arms would fall right off.."

goshiki sees your amused face from the stands, and he huffs. "wait until you see me score a point, y/n!"

a few rounds later, and the rotation is in goshiki's favor. he's up front. he can do a line shot, a move that he specializes in.

"make it a good one, goshiki!" tendō encourages the boy as shirabu sets the ball cleanly toward goshiki. even though he has two blockers against him, he was still able to make a beautiful line shot that granted shiratorizawa another point.

"what was that?!" you were shocked, to say the least. "tendō wasn't kidding when he said he'd be the up-and-coming ace.." you quietly mutter, referring to goshiki.

you watched the way that goshiki shortly celebrated on the court with each of his teammates giving him some heavy pats on the back. the moment was adorable.

goshiki looked up to see you smiling fondly at him. you send him a wave, and he shoots back a smile full of pride; a smile that says, "look at me, y/n! aren't i amazing?"

and only if you knew what it conveyed, you would've replied with a, "yes, goshiki. very."

time skip.

you yawn, clearly drowsy from the lack of sleep. on the table in front of you, was a nice breakfast whipped up by shiratorizawa's patient cooks; one omurice, a small bowl of grapes, and a cup of milk. but besides what was on the table, was what was across from you; goshiki tsutomu, your boyfriend.

it was a cold morning in japan, for spring had finally started. so here you are, all bundled up in goshiki's volleyball jersey.

he's seen smiling at you, and you tilt your head. "what's on your mind, tomu?"

"nothing, it's just.. i can't really get over how a few months ago, i wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my jersey." goshiki says, "honestly, if it weren't for tendō, i probably wouldn't even be with you right now."

you perk a brow. goshiki panics, "d- don't tell him i said that though!"

"i wouldn't give tendō all the credit, really," you started, "i actually had already taken an interest in you when you were looking at me in the first year's hallway. it was only a matter of time until i'd have mustered enough courage to talk to you myself." you admitted.

is this what a heart attack feels like, because goshiki can feel his chest swelling in both love and pride.

this was a happy ending not only for the two of you, but for tendō too, since he was able to buy all of the two-bite brownies he needed.

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leahrintarou · 1 year ago

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☠︎︎ DAY FOURTEEN: BONDAGE FT. GOSHIKI

☠︎︎ WARNINGS: sub! goshiki, y/n is dom, japanese bondage, bdsm, nipple play, vocal goshiki

☠︎︎ WORD COUNT: 740+

"tsutomu"

y/n closed the door to the two's shared apartment before calling the name of her lover. "yeah?" he turned around, immediately giving her his attention after realizing her somber tone. "so you're top now?" she questioned, noticing how he reacted clueless to her words.

"goshiki, who takes the lead in the bedroom when it comes to you and y/n's relationship? I'd guess it'd be you since y/n is literally one of the most quietest people I've met. I cant imagine her...you know?" tendou said.

goshiki shrugged not giving a direct answer. tendou smirked before looking over to y/n. "I figured".

"what do you mean?" y/n walked up closer towards him after his 'clueless' question before slowly blinking at his confused state. "I mean, who's always whining and begging for pleasure when they get aroused by the slightest thing?"

"y/n-"

she gently grabbed his wrist before reminding him of her recently asked question. "please l wouldn't be able to live it down if they knew the truth. how can I be forgiven?" goshiki swiftly grabbed y/n's own wrist before making her palm his lower abdomen. "I actually bought something a couple days ago. I wanna try it with you"

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"y-y/n" he whimpered, jolts of pleasure causing him to let out unsteady patterns of pants. his hands were tied behind himself as he leaned back against y/n's chest. she'd restrained him from being able to stretch his legs out, his knees bent and pressed against his heaving chest, in a shibari leg tie. he so desperately wanted to adjust y/n's pumping pace, the pleasure practically overwhelming. "y/n, fuck.."

his back arched away from her encasing hold, before focusing on steadying his breath when y/n gave him a small break by releasing his erection from her hold. her free hand wrapped around his shoulders, pulling his figure closer to herself, going back to her previous movement, this time she couldn't help but let out a small laugh at his state.

"is this what you meant by taking the lead? being a whimpering mess. aren't you a bit embarrassed tsutomu?"

"y/n, I'm gonna cum" he whined, words barely noticeable when his pant's were laced into them. "I know you are" pulling her hand away from him, his abdomen repeatedly tensed in a spasm, desperately trying to gain pleasure or friction. it was now that he realized just how tortures being restrained is. y/n had all control over him. he wanted to dislike the situation so badly, but could only accept his guilty pleasure when he felt like we was only getting more and more aroused.

y/n's hands, traveled to goshiki's chest, and faintly, her fingers trailed over his sensitive nipple a shiver coursing through his body. he flinched against y/n when she repeated the sudden contact, whining when her hand clasped back around his prolonged erection. "I-I'm sorry, n/n" he mumbled when her fingers made small taps against him instead of continuing her stroking pattern.

"careful, I don't want the ropes leave such bad marks on you" she quietly warned, placing a kiss against his shoulder. "though, you are getting all worked from the simplest of touches. its bound to leave some kind of markings"

she finally began to pleasure goshiki with stroking motions, pleads of y/n's name escaping past his lips, desperately wanting her to continue her movements so he'd finally be able to feel the burning sensation in his core. and to his luck, y/n did just that, causing his pleasure to arrive in the blink of an eye.

"y-y/n"

"relax, tsutomu" she whispered quietly, lips making direct contact with the shell of his ear. the restrainments keeping him from closing his legs around y/n's wrist. he moaned at the feeling of y/n releasing her tight grip around him, basically leaving him to finish with barely any contact.

the aftermath of his pleasure made contact with his abdomen as he looking down, slightly embarrassed at the sight of his quivering state. "you okay?" she asked. he nodded, steadying his pant's through a small kiss that y/n initiated for reassurance.

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"goshiki, what are those marks from?" tendou questioned as slight bruising from the previous nights aftermath resided on the surface of his skin. "no way..." tendou's eyes widened after he noticed when the ones of goshiki immediately darted to y/n, practically giving himself away.

"fuck off"

#goshiki tsutomu #hq goshiki #goshiki x reader #haikyuu goshiki #anime and manga #haikyuu #anime #hq smut #anime smut #haikyū!!#haikyu smut #hq anime #kinktober #hq fanfic #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader

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mariaace · 8 months ago

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INSTAGRAM SERIES

(ft. Haikyuu!!, Kuroko no basket)

Characters x gn!reader

This series will be literally how i imagine a person's Instagram dating the Haikyuu amd Kuroko no basket guys. They will include comments for the pictures and all the pics are not gonna be mine!! I will probably post once a day of these.

Credits for inspiration to do these:@chocolate-milk-enthusiast

Status:ongoing

Warnings: swearing, kys jokes

Haikyuu!!

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Nishinoya Yuu

Tanaka Ryunosuke

Daichi Sawamura

Sugawara Koushi

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Oikawa Torū

Iwaizumi Hajime

Kuroo Testsuro

Kenma Kozume

Lev Haiba

Yaku Morisuke

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tendo Satori

Goshiki Tsutomu

Shirabu Kenjiro

Bokuto Kōtarō

Akaashi Keiji

Shinsuke Kita

Atsumi Miya

Osamu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Kuroko no Basket

Kuroko

Kagami

Akashi

Kise

Midorima

Murasakibara

Aomine

Hyuga

Izuki

Kyoshi

Takao

#mariaace 🪼#Instagram series

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kaiserposting · 1 year ago

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Tendou Satori — Faux Pas

PAIRING: Tendou Satori/Reader, Goshiki Tsutomu/Reader (one-sided) WORD COUNT: 3.6k TYPE: Pining, Exes To Lovers (speculatively), uhhhh idfk. Not angst or fluff but a secret third thing WARNING(S): Everyone involved is an idiot

During your first meeting, you look mildly inconvenienced if not annoyed while you shake a flier in front of his face like an angel wearing a tracksuit, ready to take him inside the figurative embrace of volleyball. Which is why he’s here, standing in the hallway and trying to find applications for the club he’s interested in.

It’s love at first sight… Or maybe his hormones are speaking. The latter is more probable.

You tap your lip in superficial thought and observe him from head to toe, then shrug. He sees all this through a shitty pink filter with hearts floating around your head. You tell him, “You seem tall enough for the old man’s standards.”

Goshiki stares back at you strangely before he plucks the sheet from your hold and promises with dramatic flair, “I’m going to prove myself when we see each other at practice! You won’t regret giving me this sheet.”

“Sure, you do that,” you say, put off by his enthusiasm.

He clenches his fist and fires up for reasons you cannot comprehend, considering you’re just an ordinary person. The determined look on his face has the potential to be endearing, but he’s holding up the line while maintaining his gaze on the ceiling, reminiscing about the last volleyball award he won in junior high.

“There are people behind you.” You frown when you say this, then gesture vaguely. “If you could…”

“Oh! Uh, yes, of course. Sorry.” Goshiki scurries away quickly after giving you an awkward bow. You wonder what his deal is, but it doesn’t stay on your mind for long.

___

Goshiki’s seatmate, Hattori, is curious about everything mundane. It isn’t that unexpected of him to ask, “And what about the manager?”

“What- uh, what manager?” he shoots back before he fiddles with the corner of his notebook to seem occupied with something, though the ruse isn’t convincing. Goshiki has been in the volleyball club for two weeks, so it’s obvious he’d know who the manager is.

“The one you were ogling,” says Hattori with a mischievous smile, “when we were getting those applications.”

Hattori did not make it in after they first applied. Now he settles for scoping for secondhand information.

“I wasn’t ogling! That’s disrespectful!” With this defensive assertion, Goshiki crosses his arms and pouts in defiance. Then he looks to the side and his face turns pensive, much to Hattori’s confusion. He looks like a kicked puppy, and has basically turned into a deflated balloon. “Manager-san is always sad.”

“Sad, how?”

“I don’t know, like… sad!” says Goshiki again — with great dismay — like it clarifies anything, but it doesn’t. He thinks about your distant eyes and bored expression, about your surly demeanor, though, and they’re all sad.

___

When Goshiki gets his straight spike right for the first time during morning practice, he turns towards you and salutes like a soldier. You stare at him, unblinking, until he asks in a loud voice, “How was it?”

“Nice,” you say blandly, giving him a thumbs-up. Goshiki fires up at the sound of that, his face doing that weird thing where you can imagine him going up in flames again, though you don’t consider your opinion particularly important. At least not enough to incite such a reaction.

“I won’t let you or the team down! That’s what being an ace is all about.”

“Ok.”

“Aha? What’s this?” This question doesn’t come from either of your mouths.

He sees you roll your eyes when you realize that Tendou has decided to invite himself to your conversation. Though he’s still new to the team and not quite used to everyone else, Goshiki doesn’t think he’d be wrong to say Tendou is the most eccentric. The only thing you can do is observe him while he approaches in an awkward lumber, like he’s trying to make you both uncomfortable on purpose.

Once he’s close enough, Tendou pats you on the shoulder. You glare at him, body tensing with pre-emptive annoyance, since you already know he’s going to do something to piss you off. Goshiki will probably be an unfortunate casualty. He strokes his chin and looks off to the side, simulating thought, but you’re sure he already came up with something to say before he walked all the way over here. “That caaaaaaan’t be right. I’m sure you can come up with something more expressive. Y’know, unleash your creative potential.”

“What?” you ask.

“What?” Goshiki asks.

“To encourage our cute little underclassman, of course!” He bends back and lets his arms dangle down to the floor like he’s performing a really shitty experimental dance. You watch in mild fascination.

“I’m not little,” Goshiki defends with as much dignity as he can muster when uttering such a sentence, then glances at you and tries to gauge if you think he’s little or not. It doesn’t seem productive to his appeal here since trying to hit on someone two grades above him is already ambitious enough. Unfortunately, your poker face is impossible to interpret.

Tendou continues on with whatever the point of his charade is as if Goshiki didn’t interrupt. “After all,” he points his two accusatory index fingers at Goshiki, who steps back either because he’s confused or because he’s intimidated, “the kid is to-tal-ly desperate for you…r approval!”

Goshiki’s cheeks redden in embarrassment and he waves his hands, trying to deny it in vain.

“Satori,” you scold, and it takes you a second to realize your mistake, and then you fumble to correct yourself, “I mean, uh, TENDOU,” adding extra disapproval in your pronunciation of his last name, brows bunching together, an angry line appearing on your forehead. The whole thing ends up sounding ridiculous.

In one stiff movement, Tendou stands up, assuming a normal pose. Then he throws an arm around your shoulder and pulls you close. “The future rests in your hands,” he declares, gesturing in the air like he’s making a grand statement.

You shrug him off and your conversation derails into pointless bickering. Frazzled, Goshiki stays rooted to the spot, the awful blush never settling down. Was Tendou mocking him, or was it supposed to be good-natured ribbing? Why did he even involve him when it’s clear he just wanted to talk to you?

It registers in Goshiki’s head, right then, that even though he’s the topic of conversation, this has nothing to do with him at all.

___

Semi is whining about something in the locker rooms where most of the team is preparing to get dressed and head back to the dorms for today. Shirabu has his earphones in, but Goshiki recently found out he only pretends to listen to music before leaving since he doesn’t want to seem ‘too interested’ in whatever the others are doing. This revelation had been accidental, and the explanation was even more confusing.

“I can’t stand practice lately,” he says in frustration, stuffing his jersey in his bag like it has offended him.

“Is it because-”

Before Ushijima can bring up how Semi is a Bench Boy now without realizing he’s being a jerk, he interrupts him to explain, “It’s like a sausage party.” Ushijima opens his mouth to ask what the hell that means, so Semi spares him the effort and elaborates, “All that damn showing off.”

Goshiki fiddles with his shoelaces and tries to disappear. Great, now a third-year hates him. It must’ve somehow slipped his mind that Goshiki is quite literally still here, but maybe Semi just doesn’t care.

“It is inconvenient when Tendou gets worked up and starts making mistakes, but his skills are still beneficial to the team when he is doing good,” Ushijima says, monotone as always, and this appears to be his attempt at placating Semi.

“Yeah, but you know it’s his fault and all, and then he cried about it, and now he’s doing whatever the hell this is.”

Ushijima shrugs to communicate his indifference while Semi mumbles something under his breath about how unfair it is that everyone but him is immune to ‘the bullshit.’ Confused, Goshiki throws them both a glance and frowns. He was sure Semi was talking about how hard he was trying to impress you, but now they’ve brought up Tendou all of a sudden. He can’t even begin to comprehend what events they’re referencing.

___

Today, when Goshiki struts up to you, he seems more energetic than usual. You kind of can’t stand him in the mornings because he’s way too awake and energetic and in an overall good mood. His high spirits are almost blinding.

“Good morning,” you greet, flipping through your clipboard.

He clears his throat and straightens his posture. The ‘online resource’ (a shitty site) he used last night told him a good way of getting close to a crush is making them laugh. Then, as if reciting something he memorized, Goshiki raises his finger and says, “Two cannibals are eating a clown.”

You stare at him, wondering where this is going.

“One says to the other, ‘Does this taste funny to you?’”

What you do next is worse than your initial lack of reaction. You give Goshiki an unconvincing smile. Like never before, he wants to run off and bury his head in some sand like an ostrich.

Tendou, apparently once again intrigued by an interaction between you two, decides to intervene by putting on his news reporter voice. With his bottle in hand acting as a microphone, he starts his fake broadcast. “Goshiki Tsutomu, that’s what he calls himself. Not us, we don’t call him that. I can’t say what we call him on national television. I caaaaaaan’t, folks! Aaaanyway, Goshiki Tsutomu, he claims to be a comedian.”

“I don’t,” Goshiki argues while you hit yourself on the forehead.

“He does, folks,” Tendou says. “He claims he’s a stand-up comedian-”

“When did it change into ‘stand-up comedian’?” you ask, tapping your foot against the floor like you can’t wait for this exchange to end. And to be fair, that’s probably true and justified.

“-but he can’t even get the laugh track to work. Sad!”

Goshiki asks too earnestly, “Wait, are there laugh tracks during stand-up shows?”

Tendou shoves his water bottle in your face to signify it’s your turn to talk. “What does the incompetent paid audience that can’t even fake-laugh have to say?”

You scowl at him and refuse to say a single word.

Tendou turns his attention back to Goshiki. “Bangs this cool are illegal, sir.”

“You think so?”

With a sigh, perhaps defeated because Goshiki seems too flattered by the compliment (which means you’ve lost now that he’s on Team Tendou), you walk away. Getting verbally abused by Coach Washijo isn’t as unpleasant as this. Tendou watches you go, eyes wide and mouth slightly open as usual, and then he tilts his head and squints.

Confused, Goshiki follows Tendou’s line of sight and when he looks at you again, he’s shocked to see that you’re stifling a laugh by pressing your hand against your mouth. The sight catches him off-guard, his cheeks flushing again as they usually do when you’re involved.

Tendou puts his hands on his hips and leans in to whisper conspiratorially, “What do you think prickly ol’ Manager-chan is laughing about?”

Goshiki frowns and offers a weak jerk of his shoulder in response. He has no idea, really. Maybe it’s a little silly that he tried to tell you a joke when he doesn’t know what your sense of humor is like.

___

The strong pitter patter of rain hitting every surface of this godforsaken school resounds in Goshiki’s ears even while he’s panicking in his desperate search for his umbrella. It’s pouring. The walk to the dorms isn’t long, sure, but he would get drenched if he walked out without any cover in this weather.

You pass by the umbrella stands to get yours on the way out and notice Goshiki simply on account of his frantic movements. Once you’re within earshot, you ask, “Did you forget it?”

Jumpy in your presence, he startles like you’ve caught him doing something wrong. “Um, I think so,” he squeaks out.

Your paths don’t cross often during school. This is maybe his first time seeing you in the school uniform properly. Once again you’re like a godsent angel — the coincidental timing does not elude him. But instead of offering club positions, you’ve now arrived to absolve him of his sins (forgetting to carry his umbrella to school despite watching the weather forecast). “You can take mine if you want.”

“Really?!” Oh, so kind!!! A tear almost slips out of gratitude. Goshiki’s delusions of divine goodwill shatter upon contemplating the situation for around a second, however. He pouts in genuine distress. “What about you? You can’t just walk out in the rain.”

You forcefully pass the umbrella onto him anyway, and he gets a romantic glint in his eyes as he perks up and imagines walking together with you. It’d be cinematic, he thinks.

Before his mouth can comply with his brain and stutter out the offer, you pull out another umbrella.

“Don’t steal that!” Goshiki shrieks with his jaw hanging open, and he waves his hands around as if to convince you, though he doesn’t make any move to wrestle it out of your hold either.

“It’s ok,” you say. “It’s Tendou’s.”

… So mean.

___

Usually when Tendou screams ‘I’ve made a mistake!’ it’s because of a wrong guess, not anything this blatant and uncoordinated. Divided in two groups, they’re near the end of the last practice match for this afternoon when he somehow ends up falling face-first into the net. Semi cusses him out under his breath and prepares to maim him with the ball whenever he grabs a hold of it while Goshiki pulls off the most incredulous expression he can muster.

The unfortunate thing is that coach Washijo looks like he’s nearing a medical emergency. During the lecture Tendou only rubs his neck sheepishly, and then his lips twist down when Washijo orders him to run twenty laps around the school. The evil geezer’s attention shifts towards you next. “And you. Make sure he doesn’t leave until he’s done, alright?”

Your eye twitches.

“Don’t make that face!”

For a second Goshiki wonders how Washijo-san could’ve possibly seen how constipated you look, but then he glances back to Tendou nearby and realizes he’s sticking his tongue out at you. You shake your head and shove your hands in your pockets before making your way to the exit with a barely-kept composure.

“Come on, out of here. I don’t even want to look at you right now,” says Washijo, ushering him with impatient hand gestures when Tendou continues to just… stand there.

He trails after you with something which suspiciously looks like a grin on his face. On your way out, you indignantly whisper, “You did that on purpose,” but Goshiki can’t hear the rest of it after you smack the gym door closed.

“Back to work,” Washijo barks out, clapping his hands. “We still have a few minutes left.”

Another first year ends up replacing Tendou on Goshiki’s team and they lose, which means tomorrow won’t be pleasant for the players involved. He cringes at the thought.

By the time he gets changed and heads out to return to his dorm, he wonders if Tendou is still running around and if you’re following him in circles — the mental image is the slightest bit amusing — but he doesn’t have to contemplate it for long because he spots you sitting down on the concrete in the yard while Tendou’s lying down like a starfish.

He tries to rest his foot on your shoulder, but you duck him. Goshiki lingers, trying to make sense of the scene. Tendou is saying something to you, but he can’t quite make out what it is. In response, you end up hatefully throwing the zip-up top of your tracksuit at him and stand up to return to the gym and put everything away.

In your hassle, you don’t spare Goshiki a glance when you pass him by until he tells you an over the top good night.

You raise an eyebrow, perhaps for his lack of volume control, before you return the sentiment in a much calmer manner, and he’s flustered in your presence once again. It’s a weird kind of embarrassment — Goshiki feels like an idiot, but it’s also pleasant, as if he’s deriving enjoyment from the anxiety your minimal interactions cause him, and he doesn’t really understand. On a clinical level it’s infatuation, but there’s something about these sensations that evades him.

You’re long gone by the time Tendou comes into view, fiddling with the sleeves of your sweater. It’s an awkward fit on him, but he seems happy to be wearing it.

“What? No good night for me?” he asks with fake sadness.

“Oh, I’m sorry!” Goshiki is good at bowing at the right angle and always does it with too much vigor. “Good night, Tendou-san.”

“Come on man, stop yelling. You gotta play it cool,” Tendou says in a sing-song voice before waving goodbye.

Goshiki can’t help thinking that Tendou of all people isn’t playing it cool at all.

___

The locker room has cleared out by the time Goshiki resolves to go back and help you to rectify last afternoon’s awkwardness. And all the awkwardness before that. You’ll graduate this year, he reasons, giving himself a pep talk on the way to the gym with occasional nods. Maybe you can be friends at least?

Lost in his inner monologue, he almost bangs his head against the gaping door. Light emits from inside, exposing parts of the hallway. For some reason he’s cautious when he steps around it. Must be some leftover nerves even though what he’s doing isn’t even incriminating.

Goshiki is hanging by the door still when he hears you say, “If you stayed behind just to argue with me, I swear-”

He tenses, blinking rapidly. Can you tell he’s there? Your voice is coming from the storage room, so he can’t see anything besides two vague, elongated shadows spanning across the floor.

“I’m not trying to argue with you! I’m just talking to you and you always turn it into this huge thing.” He recognizes everyone on the team by their voices now, and he hadn’t noticed Tendou left to come see you instead of joining the other third-years like he does every other night.

“Because you say dumbass shit that pisses me off.” Goshiki considers leaving. He doesn’t want to butt in on your conversation with Tendou — it already seems tense enough — and eavesdropping is impolite. “Also, you really need to leave that freshman alone.”

“Who? My favorite rapper Lil’ Bowlcut? He’s got a name, ya know? Go-shi-ki.”

Okay, he might have to stay around now. Just for a little, he justifies. To find out what this is about — a purely educational purpose.

“You’re even worse than me, always pretending to be oblivious and barely acknowledging him,” Tendou says after your lack of a verbal response. “Just put the kid out of his misery. It’s sad! Like when they show flashbacks to the swing from Naruto.” The last sentence sounds sarcastic as hell, but Goshiki disregards it, frowning.

“I don’t see how teasing him about it helps. You’re just fucking rude for no reason when you know better.”

“Manager-chan is still so self-righteous. Maybe we should cause a house fire and you can go in and save some children.”

“Tendou,” you warn.

“… I don’t like it when you call me that.”

“Ok.”

“You can’t call me mean and then break my heart like this!”

“Tendou,” you snap.

“Owwwwwww, it huuuuuuuuurts.”

“Stop with this. It doesn’t even make any sense.”

“Do you want me to grovel for forgiveness or something? Because I really hope you know I’m not above that. At. All.”

“You broke up with me.”

“Yeah, and you just agreed, and then you wanna be mad about what I said when you don’t even think we can make it through university-”

“I ‘just agreed.’ Wow. Tendou, you can’t break up with someone as a social experiment to test their faith in the relationship.”

“That’s not true! I wasn’t doing that,” he argues. “I was telling you how I felt, but you never wanna take any responsibility ever. You loooooved having an excuse to get in fights with those bullies, but when you’re the one doing something then-”

“I was, like, eleven, shut up, and I have all that bad shit on my record now. If you have such a low opinion of me, obviously I’m gonna think my stupid fucking relationship from middle school isn’t gonna last.”

“No, you were thinking that for a while,” he says.

“Because we’re graduating in a few months, yeah.”

“I don’t think badly of you, are you insane? Nothing like that happened!”

“When you say you think I look down on you, that’s pretty insulting to me.”

“Well, that’s because I thought you were better than me. It was just a stupid insecurity thing. I don’t even care about that stuff anymore,” he says.

“Then-”

“You’re like a magnet for underclassmen,” Tendou jokes as an attempt at levity. “Remember when that goober from Aoba Johsai tried to pull the ball trick on you?”

“Yeah,” you say, laughing a little.

“I miss you,” he admits.

“Ok.”

“Seriously?! Don’t be like that.”

You giggle again.

After some silence Goshiki sees the two shadows move, coming together in one. You’re hugging. Then there’s some more shifting and tilting. You’re kissing, like you’ve probably kissed before.

He tries to avoid making any noise when he leaves, disappointed with himself for staying around, curiosity having gotten the best of him. He definitely shouldn’t have heard any of this. And though Goshiki doesn’t think he has the right to be upset, he’s still lost, even stung, as his mind wanders off while he scurries to his room in a daze.

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I almost forgot to upload this here lol I dont know i arbitrarily dont post things on herer that I do on ao3. Te question is "does something deserve to be on the blog" . I also havent posted on here for a while so now im embarrassed to do it. Sorry for using my blog. I wont do it again. i also hate tagging things on here it seems sodesperate. Like on instagram. Guys look at me i wrote tendou satori x reader haikyuu x reader haikyuu imagines whatever whatever. Lol idek what Im talking about it's never that serious

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