#haikyuu fukunaga

[sugarwarachan]

random horny thoughts about hq men - seijoh + nekoma edition

CHARACTERS: mattsun, iwaizumi, makki, oikawa, kuroo, kenma, shohei CWS: nsfw, smut, all characters 18+, knife play, implied d/s undertones to a lot of these, toxic relationship elements, cheating/cucking if you squint, corruption kink, oral (f!receiving), bondage, spit kink NOTES: continue to enjoy my gross thoughts as i pull myself out of whatever writer's block hell i'm in. thank you to the anon who suggested shohei's - i accidentally deleted it i'm so sorry 😀

mattsun loves knife play. the idea of cutting your tights away from your body, tracing the knife ever so gently up the inside of your thigh before rippppp the metal tears through like butter. the flash of fear and unbridled lust in your eyes bricks him up instantly. he slots his thigh between yours and presses the flat of the blade ever so gently against your thrumming pulse. "ready to play, angel?"

iwaizumi finds out your ex never made you cum and makes it his personal mission to give you as many orgasms as possible. his fingers, tongue, dick, thighs, he wants to get you off in every way possible and erase that idiot’s ineptitude from your brain. “you cum so easily, baby. the fuck was your ex talking about?”

makki loves when you talk back. it’s foreplay for him to take you out somewhere nice and relentlessly tease you all night, each of you trading good-natured barbs that run just a little bit nasty (he likes when you’re mean, what can he say). there’s always a line, though, and when you cross it, his hand grips the back of your neck hard enough to stop you short. "I think we should go home, don't you?"

oikawa is prone to toxic situationships that always result in hurt feelings (his own). he sees you out with other guys and it actually boils his blood to the point where he’s calling you, whining about how you don’t make time for him anymore, and when you come over, he fucks you face down on the mattress to remind you that he’s the only one who knows how to make you cum the way you like

he’s super embarassed about it, but kuroo has a little bit of a corruption kink. like the first time he goes down on you and you get all blushy and embarassed - he’s hard as a rock. soothes you with soft kisses on your neck and stomach as he tells you how beautiful you look, how good you are just for him. he’s gentle in how he eats but he’s determined to make you as crazy for him as he is for you

kenma is lazy this kenma is lazy that - kenma finds out how much you like to be tied up and learns everything he can about bondage play. he buys a dummy to practice on (kuroo absolutely loses his mind over this), he watches tutorials, boy is dedicated to finding out how to make you cum this way. when this skinny streamer guy asks you out, you have no idea you’re gonna be roped into a bondage belt with a happy strap grazing over your clit as you sob into his arms (but you're not complaining)

your first impression of shohei is that he’s never known the touch of a woman but HOO BOY were you wrong. this man is a FREAK between the sheets. you can’t believe that the mild-mannered dude who barely says a word forces your mouth open so he can spit directly onto your tongue. by the time he’s done with you, you’re fucked out of your skull, covered in scratches, hickies, and cum, and being asked if you want to order taco bell

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[heartfall-syndrome]

Kenma does not understand Fukunaga

[ferigrievous]

attractive things they do ; nekoma ver . ⋆˚࿔

kuroo ; leans in when he talks to you. properly listens to you, maintaining eye contact and interacting if the conversation calls for it. good listener and even better speaker.

kenma ; focuses so deeply that he forgets the world around him. most people find it unattractive and careless, but the passion he has, even if its ‘misguided’, is attractive to you.

fukunaga ; line delivery. most pickup lines and dad jokes dont land with you, but something about hs deadpan stare and wide eyes get you everytime. even after months, or years of knowing him, you have never been able to pick up when he’s about to tell you a joke.

kai ; rolling his sleeves up. the way he goes of his way to make sure they dont unfurl while working, meticulously tucking them in and folding it evenly.

yaku ; grabs your wrist instead of your hand. thinks that hand holding is too intimate, but one could argue what he’s doing is worse.

yamamoto ; loyal to a fault. unfollows every model and anyone vaguely attractive after beginning to date (his sister told him that he should) and wont even entertain the idea of flirting or doing anything vaguely intimate with anyone else.

fukunaga ; line delivery. most pickup lines and dad jokes dont land with you, but something about hs deadpan stare and wide eyes get you everytime. even after months, or years of knowing him, you have never been able to pick up when he’s about to tell you a joke.

inuoka ; smiles with his whole body, like he cant possible bear the idea of keeping it to himself. everytime he’s happy, everyone and their mother can tell, even if they dont know him in the slightest.

lev ; doesnt know personal space. the sincerity in his proximity and his actions is different from all the other people who get all up in your business. most of the time, its because they dont care enough to respect you, but with lev, its because he respects you enough to properly listen.

yuuki; glances at you when he thinks you wont notice. you find his slight nervousness someone attractive, and the thought that if he cant see you staring at him, then you cant see him when he stares back.

[noorpersona]

Managerial Duties: Nekoma

"Absolutely not."

Yamamoto lets out a dramatic groan, throwing his head back as if you’d just crushed his dreams with a single stomp. “C’mon, manager! The captain of the boys’ soccer team was pissing me off, and I just thought we could flaunt the fact that we have a hot girl manager!”

You sigh, rubbing your temples. “I’m going to not try and take that as an offensive statement.”

“But think about it! If we show off our amazing manager—who, by the way, is way cooler than any other team’s manager—those other guys will be so distracted, their defenses will crumble before we even start playing!”

Yaku lets out an exasperated groan, smacking Yamamoto upside the head. “Do you hear yourself? You sound like an idiot.”

“I’m thinking strategically!” Yamamoto argues, rubbing the back of his head with a deep frown. “It’s all about getting in their heads before the match even starts! They’ll be so busy staring, they won’t know what hit them!”

Kuroo, who had been listening in with an entertained smirk, finally cuts in. “You sure that’s gonna work? Sounds more like you’re the one who gets distracted by a cute face, Yamamoto.”

“Hey, hey, hey! This isn’t about me!” Yamamoto quickly defends, flailing his arms as Kenma sighs beside him, eyes still glued to his game. “This is about our team having a clear mental advantage.”

Kenma lets out a slow breath, thumbs lazily pressing at his screen. “I don’t think anyone is intimidated by your ‘mental strategies.’”

You cross your arms, fixing Yamamoto with a deadpan stare. “So, your plan is for me to just… stand around looking pretty while you all practice?”

Yamamoto brightens. “Exactly! You just have to stand there, maybe flip your hair a little—”

“Okay, you can stop talking now.” You cut him off, shaking your head as Kuroo bursts into laughter beside you.

“C’mon, manager, just think about it!” Yamamoto pleads. “You wouldn’t even have to do anything extra! Just be your natural, intimidating self!”

“I don’t think standing still counts as intimidation,” you reply flatly. “And I already have an actual job managing you guys. I don’t need to add ‘team mascot’ to the list.”

Kuroo drapes an arm lazily over your shoulder, grinning. “Oh, but what if we paid you extra?”

You raise an eyebrow. “With what money?”

“Uh.” Kuroo blinks, looking to the rest of the team. “Yamamoto, do you have money?”

“I might have enough for a convenience store snack,” he mutters, checking his pockets. “But that’s beside the point!”

“You hear that?” You turn to Yaku, feigning disappointment. “They were gonna bribe me with convenience store snacks.”

“Pathetic,” Yaku agrees, shaking his head.

Yamamoto throws his hands in the air. “Fine, forget the money! This isn’t about bribery, it’s about team pride! Think about it! The Nekoma basketball team has a manager, the badminton team has one, even the track team has one—but none of them have a hot girl manager! But you’re here! We can use that to our advantage! We can—”

“Yamamoto.” You cut him off again, your patience thinning. “If I hear one more word about me ‘flaunting myself,’ I’m making you run extra laps after practice.”

Yamamoto stiffens, mouth snapping shut immediately.

Kai, who had been quietly observing, finally speaks up. “Yamamoto, maybe try thinking of a plan that doesn’t involve embarrassing our manager?” His voice is calm, but there’s a hint of amusement in his eyes.

Lev grins, nudging Fukunaga. “I dunno, I think it’s kinda funny.”

Fukunaga smirks before leaning in and whispering something to Lev, who immediately bursts out laughing.

Yamamoto groans. “See? At least some of you get it!”

“Not really,” Kai corrects. “We just enjoy watching you dig yourself into a hole.”

The silence is almost peaceful—until Kuroo nudges your side again. “Still,” he muses, a teasing glint in his eye. “You do look pretty intimidating when you’re pissed.”

“Well, maybe you guys should stop pissing me off.”

Kuroo snorts before shaking his head. “Yeah, right.”

You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. “If I quit being manager, you all only have yourselves to blame.”

Kenma hums, finally looking up from his game. “Yeah, but you won’t.”

You glance at him, frowning. “How do you know?”

He shrugs. “Because you care too much.”

The rest of the team goes quiet. Even Kuroo, ever the instigator, doesn’t argue. Yamamoto looks at you hopefully. Yaku smirks. Kai shakes his head fondly, and Fukunaga snickers at whatever he just whispered to Lev, who is still laughing.

You sigh again, rubbing your temples for what feels like the hundredth time that day. “I’m still not doing it. Now get off your asses, we have work to do.”

Yamamoto groans in defeat. Kuroo chuckles. And Yaku pats your shoulder with a satisfied nod. “That’s our manager.”

[takes1]

fukunaga shouhei can't stop kissing you

a rare character i like a lot <3 not as much content for him out there

warnings. nsfw kind of, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI

details. nekoma girls team!reader / "crushing on the weirdo" prompt / lots of kissing / the 'knee thing' / libero!reader / lap sitting / freaky!shouhei / an altered game of spin the bottle / public displays of affection / yaku being a friend / kuroo being a friend

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests open.

Shohei was not a guy you could reveal you wanted to kiss without committing. You weren't friends and you didn't talk.

Everybody would know, through process of elimination, that you were crushing on him hard.

"--You clearly have somebody in mind," Kuroo insisted.

The longer you two went back and forth, the more attention was captured around the circle of both teams.

"I can't--," You wheezed.

The heat from your face alarmed you. It felt like your breath was getting stolen from your weak lungs as you glanced around a giant circle of curious, anticipatory faces.

Yaku, ever-enthusiastic, ever-crafty and always a little too interested in your crushes, placed an arm across your shoulders.

"You'll never get the chance again," He sang soft, just for you, into your hair.

You shuddered at the truth.

Now everyone stared at you both, as if he was the object of your adoration- as if you two were in a secret relationship. It'd be damn near libero-profiling if he was any more discreet about your close friendship.

No, you had long since passed the point of hoping you would move onto a more normal guy. If you did like Yaku, it would at least be socially accepted. But that was too easy. Your heart, among other things, was determined to make things difficult.

You made the mistake of bringing up your crush just once in the changing room.

"Shohei's not bad, either." It rolled off your tongue.

In fact, you didn't fully register that you said it until the other girls went silent.

Some polite, but disagreeing hums, even a couple muffled laughs. You shrank in your spot, clinging to the jersey in your hands.

"I'm joking-!" You laughed along, adding to the cruel sound, burning face hidden into your locker door.

Time was of the essence. You glanced down at your half-full bottle, eyes filled with a mix of somber resolution and pained resistance.

Yaku was right. There was no way you'd get this heavy admission off your chest without the double-excuse of alcohol and an innocent game.

"Shohei," You uttered the name directly to Kuroo.

He wanted to know the most, anyway. If anyone wanted to hear it repeated, they could ask him. Because now you were taking big, desperate gulps of beer to the crescendo of surprise from both of your teams.

You would've finished, if it wasn't for Yaku ripping it away from you to stick his finger down the neck of the bottle.

A flick to the back of the head. You could barely hear him over some celebration, some disgruntled, disappointed shouts alike, "That's not how you play the game, idiot."

Kuroo understood that this was a little more than the chance to kiss just any guy. He hit a goldmine of unrequited feelings while blindly striking some rocky ground. A proud grin replaced his shock almost right away.

Luck on his side, he called to Shohei across the circle.

"Whaddya think, man?"

Everyone seemed to lean in to hear what Shohei had to say except for you.

It was quiet for a second. You watched Yaku try and fail to twist his finger out of your bottle through the corner of a stinging eye.

"Ooh," Was all Shohei said. It was toneless, void of implication either way, until the bottom of his bottle faced the ceiling.

As he downed it, you felt your shoulders stoop further to the floor at a brutal sign of rejection.

A slew of second-years from both of your teams shouted to your defense, which turned into the start of mean threats on his body and life. It didn't help you feel any better, but it was reassuring to know less people thought of you as a loser.

Shohei's confusion was evident to you when you looked up across the circle, hugging your knees. He glanced around, wide-eyed, at all the collective anger when he stood up.

Kuroo clocked it first. He was quick, shushing everyone down, and pointed right at him.

"You're supposed to kiss her or drink, man."

"Ooh," Again, quieter. He was impossible to read.

Your heart fluttered with hope again despite your cynical mind.

"I'll do both," He said with a definitive nod, a complete disregard for the rules, and gave you almost no time to recover from the switch-up before walking across the circle.

Yaku shuffled away to make space. He kept his snide comments to himself for the first time ever.

Shohei was truly looking at you for the first time. You saw it in his big, watchful eyes, bouncing up and down over your body when he sank to his knees in front of you.

You shrank under the pressure, but remained larger than life inside.

He looked excited. You hoped you did, too. Or at least presentable.

Slender, precise fingers slid slow to cup one side of your face. His touch was so cold against your burning skin, but he didn't seem to mind it.

You readied yourself to kiss him, eyes closed-- once again, you were caught off-guard.

A cheek kiss.

It was slow, tender, curious, and you blinked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring down at you, still holding you in place.

Groans of disappointment all around.

You didn't have the privilege of feeling the same-- his proximity alone was going to kill you.

You shied away from his unholy eye contact, instead glancing down to his tense, sharp jaw, to his soft lips, only to realize you wouldn't be able to calm down.

He dipped back down for another, for your mouth instead, but could only barely brush you before a third-party pulled the rule-breaker off of you.

"It's just-- One kiss, you freak-!"

The game continued, filled with odd pairings and dramatic reveals of interest or disinterest. Yet, in spite of all the commotion, the only thing you were occupied with was trying to get a glimpse of Shohei without getting caught. It was impossible to do when he wouldn't tear his eyes off of you.

It was eventually his turn. The answer didn't surprise anyone, but it still ran a violent shiver across your entire body.

"(Y/n)," Shohei stated, returning your gaze with unfaltering stillness.

The focus in his eyes simply never matched the rest of his face. He looked always receptive, always interested, but he stared like he was about to swallow you whole.

It was creepy, and it shamelessly turned you on.

Too many times had he given you less intense glances that plenty sufficed in your late-night imagination. This was beyond what you could craft on your own.

Yaku prompted to you move with a gentle shove.

It was easier this time, in part because you were buzzed enough now, but mostly because you could get the nerves out by standing up, instead.

You were uncertain how to move once you stood in front of him, bouncing back and forth between replicating how he sat earlier, or getting closer somehow- but he made it a nonissue quickly.

At first, he got up to a kneel when you came down.

He seized your wrists and placed them on his wide shoulders with such a casual movement you didn't have the chance to appreciate it enough.

Your body was involuntarily stiff at his touch, and more importantly, his lidded eyes. He looked leagues more relaxed than you, like he forgot about the 15-some party shouting and commentating as soon as he got his hands back where they belonged.

Shohei knocked you off-balance by pulling on your hip and threading a thigh between yours, so you had no choice but to sit on his lap.

A small gasp parted your glossy lips. He took the opportunity to steal that kiss he was owed.

Whatever his true intention was, you couldn't find it in yourself to care; malicious, performative, exploitative, it didn't matter. He was far more experienced than you assumed, left you reeling at how direct he was, and filled you with complete rapture.

He took great measures to make you feel good in such a short time. A dexterous hand pushed you down onto a muscular thigh that flexed between your legs.

There wasn't going to be a second kiss, this time, so he made the first last as long as he could drag it out. It was rougher as he pressed into you, harder so as to not be separated again, passionate, and sure.

His arm kept you plastered against his front, an oversized hand on the back of your head-- you didn't have to move an inch, not a single worry about fucking anything up. He stilled your mind for a long ten seconds.

You were buzzing, light and heavy at the same time, when you pulled away to breathe. He blindly went back in for another, hungry for you still, but caught the corner of your mouth instead.

You both studied that pornographic string of spit between you for a moment before you wiped your mouth dry with the back of your hand.

The next morning.

The events of that night were so beyond your imagination that you woke up thinking it was just a wet dream.

You were brushing your teeth before for your morning practice game when your teammate slipped by you to grab her own supplies.

"How come you didn't sleep on the couch? I heard Shohei got booted to the living room since there weren't enough beds."

It was real. You kissed twice, in front of everyone.

How were you supposed to go back to normal now?

That question didn't get any easier to answer as the day went on. No matter how weird it was for the others that had also confessed their crushes, or just decided to let loose last night, the sand volleyball game still came at 8 a.m. sharp.

And those keen, nearly predatory eyes tracked your swift movements from behind the net throughout the entire game.

Captured attention aside, he still didn't speak to you until the first big break.

"Let's kiss again," He stated, clear as day.

His tilted look down at you made you jump back to the grass.

"What?" Shot out of your mouth, a little mean, but mostly confused. He didn't take it to heart.

Instead, he actually stepped closer to you, pointing between your lips, "We should kiss."

Panicked, you glanced around to the others either drinking or pouring water on themselves, and felt more at ease when nobody was paying attention.

"I..." You looked between his big, unblinking eyes, and felt a heartbeat start between your legs, "I don't think we can do that here."

"Why not?"

His quick argument and the sudden presence of his team captain, glancing around his arm at you, made you a little uptight.

All you could do was stutter out some incoherent sentence and shake your head.

"It's a fake match." He pointed at the sand court. "No refs. No coach."

Shohei stepped towards you again and closed the remaining distance. His neck was limp as he glanced you up and down again in your tiny shorts and tight tank top.

"Just a little one," He slouched forward to be eye-level with you.

There was no smoothness to his words, but his insistence, indicative of a powerful desire was enough to make you lean into him for a peck.

But he lied.

It wasn't a peck- it may have started as one, but once he wrapped his arm around you and fixed his hand against your head, it turned into three, then five, then a full-on, messy kiss that left you clinging to his sandy shirt for stability.

"Mmn-h," You pushed on his chest, evading another kiss by twisting your face, "Shohei--"

He was so good. You were featherlight, buzzing with cool electricity at his touch, but this wasn't the place.

"Y'know," Kuroo called after he was done watching from afar, "My car is unlocked if you two lovebirds want somewhere private."

Shohei only moved because a bit of sand from your face caught his lips.

You took the opportunity to try to look Kuroo in the eye in an effort to prove innocence. It was nigh impossible, because the way he grinned at you was like convicting you of a crime you didn't do.

"That won't be needed," You explained with a short tone, trying to sober yourself up with a big breath.

Despite Shohei taking him literally, eyes searching back towards the lot for Kuroo's car, and your desire to abandon all reservations about it, you couldn't.

You gathered your nerves and made some space between you. It would have to wait for a better time.

♕VIP♕

@yuchacco @integers

[nikonoi]

fukunaga doodle

fukunaga doodle

[koobytoob]

my sport anime favs…

hey yall im back

[main-bird]

bunch of the kitty cats or tono tries getting used to drawing the nekoma team

[justanotherjaydrawing]

wake up babe, it's lil guy o'clock.

[drtlimee]

For the give me hq characters to make fanart of! Thank you so much for the suggestions! ✨✨

Omg I’m sorry, I just realized I wrote Konoha’s name wrong! I’m sorry TT

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[heartfall-syndrome]

+Bonus fukutora doodle

[avalaryx]

the rarepair of rarepairs

[brazilsho]

AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE WHO ACKNOWLEDGES FUKUNAGA WEEEEEE soz i just got excited when i saw that you were looking for requests and you had him listed as a character you could write for, people barely talk about him waaaaa T^T

but hiiii!!! if you couldnt already tell, i would like to make a request :D!!! fukunaga and iwaizumi (seperately lol) x reader who's stupid but not simply stupid. reader is an intellectual social experiment from how dumb they are sometimes, and it genuinely doesn't feel like they're doing it on purpose. very nice and sweet to people but unfortunately not very good at anything outside of being themselves and existing LOL (idk i felt like requesting a silly reader)

you can take it away from here!! add stuff, change it up a bit, etc etc. but yeah, that's my request. byeee!!!! <3

━ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 .

summary:; being stupid is what you’ve been called a lot every since you could remember, though some don’t see you as dumb as everyone says you are.

cw:; being called stupid / dumb -> bullying, fukunaga & Iwaizumi are head over heels for you tbh, separated scenarios for each character, wholesome ¿, genuinely no idea what i am doing, fukunaga’s part is so small I am so sorry *sobs*

my apologies, I gave reader a gender ! I couldn’t write it better without one I’m very sorry !

character(s):; Shōhei Fukunaga, Hajime Iwaizumi.

HAJIME IWAIZUMI

this man would question you a lot, you reminded him a lot at first of Oikawa…

Don’t get him wrong though, he had nothing against you and even saw your silly self as precious to the fact that not many people are this open about themselves.

You would be the one who would start the friendship with him, just because you found him interesting and maybe because your in the same class as him and needed help in classes.

You were always so energetic, practically the opposite of Iwaizumi but he found it cute.

Even though you’ve been getting quiet the bully club due to being this clueless, somehow after many weeks of getting to know each other, Iwaizumi started to get them away from you a little.

You two are practically: Dumb Girlfriend x Smart Boyfriend ;; not only because you were the dumbest girl anyone has seen but also because he always got you out of trouble—

You know you aren’t the smartest person and you apologize a lot when it comes to accidents but sometimes you don’t even notice that you’re not doing what you are supposed to.

You had that since young and not many acknowledged it until high school because it started to embarrass you unfortunately.

Because of your slack of concentration, you got Iwaizumi as a "tutor" to help you better concentrate but that never worked because you unconditionally just started talking about something else.

Surprisingly Iwa got the hang of you and managed to make progress with your grades, only a little, but he always adored the moment you start to talk about something that came up in your mind or something similar.

Sometimes you two would just meet up and it would be you talking nonsense, acting all hyper and happy while Iwa is just there, listening and watching over you just in case you’re about to walk into a street light or something/someone else.

School was done for the day, you without hesitation quickly packed up your notes which were covered in doodles you’ve done during the lesson and made your way outside after noticing a certain boy wasn’t in the classroom anymore.

You were greeted at the door by Iwaizumi the second you practically ran out the room, the boy knowing that you would be looking for him so he saved your time by waiting for you outside.

That large smile on your face grew as you practically threw yourself on him, giving him a hug which he returned with a chuckle for the fact that you literally jumped on him, removing yourself from him you two started making your way down to leave the school.

“Did you payed attention in class?” Iwaizumi asked, it’s something he always does, not only to hear your voice but to make sure that you at least learn a little more.

You barely even heard the question as your mind was somewhere else, imaging your next fairy tale place as you greeted students you knew on your way out of school but you came back to reality and somehow still catch iwa’s question towards you which you answered with a nervous laugh.

“Only a little, BUT— did you knew that I managed to level up in my game yesterday?!” Iwa huffed with a playful eye roll and a gentle smile. He always loved to hear you ramble about the most random things ever which excite you so much.

The entire way back to your apartment, you kept talking about more of your interests but also a little about what happens in classes that you two don’t have together with him just admiring you and kept listening.

The moment you two arrived at your apartment you began to pout, not wanting to be separated from Iwaizumi.

What you didn’t expected though was a kiss on the forehead from the boy itself. His eyes showing appreciation in them and somewhat love, his smile as gentle as snow falling into someone’s face.

“We can talk more when I get home after practice alright? I’ll call you, silly girl.” He says, booping your nose and left you stumbling over your words as you realized what just happened.

You bit your lip, keeping your simping for yourself the best you can as you giggled and quickly made your way into your apartment, smiling and being all giggly over the certain boy that caught your heart.

SHŌHEI FUKUNAGA

Let’s be honest, this guy would be the last to ever find you weird for being different.

He enjoys seeing your hyper fixation on yourself, especially when it gets you to yap about anything that interests you in the slightest.

He worries though sometimes when he knows that you’re failing your classes because you fail to stay focused.

He helps though, wherever he can at least!

Lowkey no one really expected for you two to even end up with each other, mostly because of the differences on personalities that are between the two of you.

Heck even his volleyball team knows about you so much because he tends to mention some jokes you ramble during class.

As for classes again, he would take the notes for you when the both of you are in the same class, just because he knows you have a struggle with it.

The two of you are so cute, it’s literally yapper x listener, with you being the yapper and him being the listener.

He’s actually very supportive when the two of you are alone, he doesn’t find it weird that you tend to switch the subject by mentioning something unnecessary, he actually listens while he continues writing the notes down from class for you.

It was late in the afternoon with you wandering around the school yard, near the sports hall (?) where you know the volleyball team is having their last practice of the day.

You promised Fukunaga to pick him up, which leads you to wandering in circles near the hall to keep yourself busy because you are often very impatient.

The moment you heard the changing room from the sports team door opens, you could hear Yamamoto yelling off his ass again about something you always don’t figure out because he confuses you more then school lessons itself.

Without realizing, someone noticed you from a bit far away and decided to make his way towards you without making himself noticeable without even trying unfortunately.

You felt a tap on your shoulder and you shrieked out of surprise before turning around to face your lovely boyfriend’s smile, finding it a little funny how you could be scared so easily.

Your face brightens before taking fukunaga’s arm and hugging it tightly, saying how much you missed him — even though the two of you saw each other not even an hour ago before practice —.

Fukunaga couldn’t help but smile, petting your head gently while taking your hand that was around his arm to intertwine it with his own and giving you a gentle squeeze, he tilted his head to mention that the two of you should get moving and with a quick nod you approved and the both of you made your way out of the school, back to your neighborhood — mind you, the two of you are practically neighbors —.

Without realizing, the rest of the volleyball team watched you from afar, amused on how open fukunaga is actually around you without even using many words, it’s his way of showing his appreciation.

Not by words, he tends to enjoy showing his love and respect with affection and actions towards the person, and everyone that is not blind can see the way he was always looking at you or looking for you, the way his eyes shimmer and a small smile appearing on his face when he sees you from far away or even just by hearing your exciting voice.

That’s something you also loved about him, he doesn’t judge you for your issues, he helps the best he can without even trying for help, he infact came up with it for you! You just loved the way he was giving you the attention you wanted and knowing that he was just listening was already enough for you.

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MORE FUKUNAGA PLSSS IM STARVING MOTHER💔💔💔 I ATE IT UP LAST TIME AND I RE READ IT LIKE EVERY THREE DAYS😞😞

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shohei fukunaga would risk everything just to see you one more time

warnings. none, sfw. minors still DNI

details. sfw / fem!reader / pining / stolen kisses / closet freak!shohei / forbidden long distance / mutual crushing / karasuno manager!reader / everybody thinks this guy is unsettling / romantic / is it wrong to headcanon him as yandere? / 1k words

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A blur of your hair, seen from the window of his bus, shocks Shohei's body upright. Nothing quite fixes his slouch the way you do.

As he cranes unnaturally to confirm if that was you amongst the massive, unorganized gaggle of players queued up to leave for their respective cities, there are a dozen Karasuno jerseys, and that's enough to fly on.

"Please stop the bus, sir. I-- forgot something."

Shohei was completely doubled over in remorse, and respect, to their less-than-happy bus driver. What can you expect from a bunch of ungrateful city boys anyway? He muttered a curse under his breath and the bus sighed to a stop.

The doors had half a second to fold open and he was already leaping out onto the concrete with surprising, accurate, and needed agility.

He bolted at points, and managed to squeeze through at other times, past the violent sea of teams separating your bus from his.

None of Karasuno had been told to load on, yet. A handful were picked to throw bags underneath in the storage compartment, but you were conveniently sitting pretty and watching the crowd, for nothing in particular.

In fact, you were mulling over some lukewarm regret over not telling Shohei a proper goodbye. Neither of you were ever certain you would get to reunite, and with Nationals done-- what else was there to bring you together?

You thought you spotted a Nekoma uniform, completely out of place- and in the flash of time it took to recognize who it could have been, you were scooped up with some impressive strength.

"(Y/n)--," He huffed against your hair, but his tone never tired, never dragged- it was always flat and pleasant, "Please-."

Those big eyes looked droopy as they searched your surprise. You were very happy to see him but it did not show.

"Please come see me in Tokyo."

Some voices got through to you, the both of you, in your shock.

"Huh?!"

"What did that punk just say?!"

Nishinoya was rolling up his sleeves after loading the biggest, heaviest bag into the bus, "Hey! Lay off our manager you creep!!"

"Wait-waitwait-!"

You couldn't explain fast enough- Daichi had to play middleman and stiff-arm the two buffoons, though he himself wasn't the biggest fan of that look Shohei had to him, nor how he ran up on you like that. He didn't correct Nishinoya for calling him a creep because he did look the part.

"Don't be rude!" You shouted back.

You had to usher him away, further from your now nosy team. He didn't seem to give it any attention, or energy, so it made you briefly wonder how often he was belittled like that.

"God- I guess," You had to shake out your nerves, all giddy from his hug, and his attention, "I'm sorry, I guess they're all still jocked up on adrenaline- or something--,"

"I don't have a lot of time--"

"Right! Right- sorry, um... Come- come see you? In Tokyo?"

Your hesitation to give him an instant 'yes' spurred his nervous movement- a jump, in his hand that brushed across your lower back and pulled you closer. That shrub behind you looked sharp, too, so while he was at it, he fixed your orientation so that you switched spots. Your back to the crowd, his back to the shrub. He could see anyone coming from here, too.

You shuddered at all his touching. "The city? I-h-- I dunno, Shohei. That's so... far."

It was at least a bullet train away. Possibly the better half of a days' worth of travel. Little Karasuno in the mountains was your home, and you couldn't possibly dream of travelling by yourself through all of that.

There were two teams loading onto their buses, now. The crowds were starting to become organized lines, or blocks, in order to leave.

He shook his head, considering the only alternative with a thick swallow. "I can't wait around for another practice game to see you again."

It was quiet, for a beat. No guy had ever, ever looked that serious about you before. Your hand was rising to touch his face, to see if that worry was actually real.

"I...I can't-."

His little gasp at your touch was confirmation. A much bigger hand slid up to keep your palm right there, right across his cheek, next to his mouth.

Your reassurance was a long-awaited rain after a brutal dry season of uncertainty.

A light nod, a small smile, found you as you were completely transfixed on the lengths he went to, all just to come see you one more time.

"Let's do it," Maybe you could take a friend, and you could make a weekend out of it under a really bad excuse, "I wanna see you too."

Well, maybe it wasn't quite the same. To want and to need were two very different concepts.

It still made him melt, pressing warm and fervent open kisses against your hand, into your palm and spilling all across your wrist. You couldn't hide how tingly it got you- you hid an impure sigh under your free hand. Even when you couldn't bring yourself to look at him, you could still hear him kissing you.

"I have to go," He sounded miserable, with one difficult-to-read look back towards his bus, a fair distance away.

Some intangible force compelled you to put an ounce or two of pressure in your hand, to better remember how his face felt against your fingertips.

"Call me," Was going to be the last thing he said to you. He slipped from your touch but you weren't ready for him to leave, yet.

His voice was a sigh, nearing a whisper. It captured you in its sincerity and brevity.

"Yeah- I-, I will."

You couldn't help it; you had to seal this somehow. The thought to give him a rushed, imperfect kiss blended right into the action. You kept him here, with you, by fisting the collar of his jacket for a clumsy smooch.

That big, interesting grin and sparkly eyes were not something you were prepared for, either.

He kept his excited chuckle back, just barely, and kept you still for a real kiss. Gentle, and warm, and way better than your own attempt.

You couldn't hear yourself telling him goodbye- you watched his lips form some kind of muted response and felt emptyhanded as he had to run back quicker now to catch his bus. It was idling in the way of many vehicles trying to get out of the lanes.

Did you even have his number?

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[calqlate]

HAIKYUU AS THINGS MY FRIENDS AND I HAVE SAID PT. 31

INCLUDES: fukunaga + hanamaki + kenma + kindaichi + kuroo + nishinoya + oikawa + sugawara

CW(S)/TW(S): coarse/foul/strong language used + includes gen alpha slang 💀

MASTERLIST

nishinoya: you're so skibidi

sugawara: boi if you don't stop your skibidi and your rizzler i'll smack the shit out of you

nishinoya: i'll smack your gyat

nishinoya: HAHAHAHAHA

sugawara: i'll tell the whole chat about your sins

sugawara: in front of chat and god bitch

[talking about how google docs uses their users' documents to train their AI for things like autocorrect, word prediction, etc]

kuroo: so it's kinda corrupted by smut writers

oikawa: HAHAHAHAAHA

oikawa: ppl like us ruin the autocorrect

kuroo: HAHA hey they chose our works to use

kenma: i'm going through a phase

fukunaga: solid liquid or gas phase

fukunaga: i'm so funny

kindaichi: i excel at being a simpring desperado

hanamaki: SIMPING DESPERADO

kindaichi: I MEANT TO WRITE SIMPERING BUT SIMPING WORKS TOO

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