#haikyuu kiyoko

[lhavibid]

kiyoko.

just kiyoko

[akaakeis]

going on a drive with them -- multi .ᐟ.ᐟ

pairing(s) : bokuto kōtarō, kuroo tetsurō, suna rintarō, sakusa kiyoomi, and kiyoko shimizu x gn!reader (separate!!)

wc : ~200 each .ᐟ

notes//cw : happy 300 posts !! this is me brain dumping bc i haven't posted any writing lately,, food is mentioned in suna's and kuroo's,, they are the ones driving in this hc- let me know if u want a ver. w the reader driving!,, i think that's it tho!! lmk if i missed anything <3

𖥔  oh gosh... a car ride with kōtarō bokuto is never dull.

𖥔  he loves randomly taking you out for drives!!

𖥔  he's gonna keep a hand on you AT ALL TIMES!! like he'll either have it on your leg or you'll both be resting your arms on the compartment between the seats, holding hands.

𖥔  he will BEG you to take the aux cause he loves your music taste <3

𖥔  if he knows the song well enough he will sing along as you two drive!!

𖥔  not simply singing along though...

𖥔  he will lock in and shout out those lyrics, eventually getting you to sing along with him

𖥔  he probably took you out for the drive a bit before the sunset... yes he planned that!! but akaashi suggested the time LMAO

𖥔  when the sun starts to set, you guys drive into an empty area by the side of the road, and you guys get out of the car

𖥔  and he'll get you both up on the roof of the car!! he brought blankets and stuff too

𖥔  the two of you just sit on the roof of the car and watch the sunset together, all huddled up in the blankets he brought <33

𖥔  on the drive back home, you play softer music and yap about your days together :)

𖥔  it's not a drive with tetsurō kuroo unless it's a late night!!

𖥔  he would be trying to fall asleep but fail miserably, resorting to just waking you up 😭

𖥔  "wanna go drive thru somewhere?"

𖥔  you, in a half-awake state mutter an agreement, getting out of bed and into the car

𖥔  he'll hold your hand as you guys drive and you take the aux out of habit

𖥔  it's safe to say you guys end up having a full on karaoke session in the car once you wake up a bit more!!

𖥔  you guys drive through some random 24hr drive thru and pull into the (extremely empty, desolate even) parking lot to eat your food

𖥔  the two of you end up chilling in the car for the rest of the night!! you use your phone and pull up a show the two of you have been watching and you prop it up on the dash of the car LMAOO

𖥔  so the night turns into a binge watching of some tv series accompanied by a drive thru and some karaoke!!

𖥔  "oh my god we have morning classes tomorrow."

𖥔  yeah maybe it wasn't the best idea BUT AT LEAST IT WAS A LOT OF FUN!!

𖥔  you both end up speeding home and knocking out asap in an attempt to get some rest before pounding your head with information right when you wake up

𖥔  yeah... rintarō suna only takes you on late night drives too.

𖥔  he would randomly start spam texting you in the middle of the night saying "let's go to (some 24 hour drive thru)"

𖥔  and you were still awake so why not?

𖥔  he has a DEATHGRIP on having the aux... in the car, don't expect to get the aux unless he's converted you into a severe underground music glazer.

𖥔  he'll be playing the most unknown songs to mankind... but they're honestly pretty good!!

𖥔 it's a pretty chill car ride, honestly

𖥔  you'll be leaning over on his shoulder and just vibing out w the music

𖥔  he'd be telling you about the song and the artist too :))

𖥔  when you're done with that car ride you will have like... 5 new music artists that you like

𖥔  anyway you guys go through the drive thru pretty quick and you head straight home!!

𖥔  once ygs get home you go to his room and continue listening to his playlist and chat while you eat your food <3

𖥔  it ends up becoming a gossip session LMAO

𖥔  ALSO!! you guys pull an all nighter together

𖥔  kiyoomi sakusa took you out for a drive because you weren't able to sleep <3

𖥔  he thought that going for a drive would help to calm your nerves and make you sleepy

𖥔  honestly he was right because he's a really good driver... the ride wasn't bumpy at all!!

𖥔  he holds onto your hand as you guys drive and he lets you use the aux- you opt for calmer music so that he enjoys it too :)

𖥔  he also tells you about his day since he knows you like the sound of his voice

𖥔  just random yapping so that you get to listen to him talk... his voice is so soothing!!!

𖥔  did i mention when he's holding onto your hand he's running his thumb back and forth on the back of your hand

𖥔  he doesn't notice at first when you fall asleep but when he does? he shuts up and and finds himself smiling at how cute you look when you're asleep

𖥔  he drives back home and carries you into the house, putting you into bed before crawling in after you

𖥔  it was a super duper peaceful night <33

𖥔  kiyoko shimizu had a plan before taking you out for a drive!!

𖥔  she didn't tell you anything and was purposely vague about where you would both be going <3

𖥔  LITTLE DID YOU KNOW!!! THE AURORA BOREALIS WAS GOING TO BE VISIBLE THAT NIGHT!!!

𖥔  she took you out for the drive when the sun was setting, and you guys were aimlessly driving around for about an hour while listening to music on the radio <3

𖥔  you guys got to chat a lot during the drive, and for the entirety of that time, she had one of your hands pulled onto her lap as she drove!! <3

𖥔  when the lights were finally showing up in the sky you guys were in a very rural area, just so that you could see it better

𖥔  the two of you sat on the hood of the car and watch the lights until they went away <3

𖥔  and!!! you guys were cuddled up and sharing a blanket that she always keeps in the back seat of her car for you :)

𖥔  you took a bunch of pictures of the lights- mostly her, but also a couple of the lights-

𖥔  while you guys were watching the lights, you ended up talking about your plans for the future and how she was a part of them <3

𖥔  it was a very soft night for you guys!!

notes :: 

okay i kept giggling while i wrote this 

i love hcs because you dont have to expand on them its just what it is

happy 300 posts!! (im not even at 100 followers yet BYE IM A SPAM POSTER!! I CANT HELP IT!!)

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[yunwangja]

₊˚. faultline - koushi sugawara x reader smau ₊˚.

you believed that everything you touched, died; so you kept a part of yourself tucked away and chose your people wisely. one of them was koushi sugawara - he was calm, patient, and never asked for more than you could give. until one day, he confessed he liked you all along.

tags: sugawara x fem reader, photographer!sugawara, chaotic and wild!yn kinda, post-high school au, some angst, toxic family dynamics, emotional baggage, slowburn

notes/warnings: ooc by n%. literally an au lol. non-canon compliant, no volleyball focus, and esp with sugawara's lore, emotional manipulation/gaslighting implied, but not majorly focused on. swearing/foul words. mentions of alcohol/drinking (mild). ignore timestamps and please forgive me for any typographical and grammatical errors.

status: ongoing!

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You Seriously Didn't Know?

Oikawa Tooru was a volleyball-brained idiot. All his past relationships knew it, and so did all of his teammates. However, they didn't realize how much until the first week of his 3rd year.

L/n Y/n was cool. I mean, the kinda cool that gets her own fan club as soon as she starts school. You could tell she had multiple piercings but only ever wore her studs to school. She had well-manicured nails, but there were calluses on her palms. She wore the uniform so well. She gave off an ora of respect, and everyone soon watched what the new upperclassman would do.

L/n Y/n had gone to an all-girls high school until her final year when she transferred to Aoiba Josai due to her school going under. She had been the girls' volleyball team manager back at her old school. Unfortunately, the girls' volleyball club at her new school had been disbanded after the last 3rd years graduated.

That's how we ended here in the present. Team Captain Oikawa Tooru, the most popular boy in his year, is silent for once. He watches as the coach talks to the pretty new girl, red in the face.

"Oi! Shittykawa! Stop gaping at the pore girl and get to practicing!" Iwaizumi is so close to throwing a ball at the pretty boy's head.

Suddenly, Oikawa turns to him with a massive smile, "Iwa-chan! I think I've found the love of my life!!"

Is he that stupid? Is all Iwaizumi can think as he looks between the girl and his best friend. Welp! He'll learn the hard way.

"Y/n-chan~"

"Yes Oikawa-san?"

Oikawa pouted.

"How come you still won't call me by my first name!?"

Y/n just raised a brow.

"I don't recall giving you permission to call me by my first name, Oikawa-san, but you don't see me pestering you about it?"

Pfft- The other third years tried to hold in their laughter as their captain got shot down for the fourth time that week.

It was Tuesday.

It has been two months since L/n Y/n joined the boys' volleyball club as their manager. In those two months, Oikawa Tooru has tried every trick in the book to woo the pretty transfer student, but nothing seems to work.

He was so close to straight-up confessing, but he didn't wanna make things awkward.

"Oi! Oikawa-san! Coach said you wanted a practice match with karasuno right?"

"Yeah! That's right."

"Well, you got it! It's in a week, and they agreed to your dumbass terms."

"Yes, Tobio-chan, I can't wait to crush your spirit!"

The manager made a weireded out face and smacked the captain over the head.

"You got issues, man."

"Koko!"

"Hello, my love."

The two women smiled as they stared at each other. They hadn't had much time to spend together as they both had club activities.

Y/n leaned in and kiss her lover's forehead as she brought her into a hug.

"I missed you."

"I missed you too."

Kiyoko's grip tightened around Y/n's waist and nuzzled into her neck. Their teams were great and they loved spending time with them was too much.

"We have a practice match against your team."

"I know." Kiyoko's voice was a little muffled as she spoke against her girlfriend's neck, her breath sending a shiver down Y/n's spine.

"I think if your team wins the captain of mine with throw a fit."

Kiyoko giggled and pulled back, looking into her lover's eyes.

"We'll just have to see then won't we?"

Y/n smiled and leaned in,"I guess we will."

chu~

The day of the Karasuno vs. Aoba Josai practice match finally came, and Oikawa was late and missing.

"I swear I'll kill him."

"I won't stop you, but try not to do it in front of the other team. Fewer witnesses that way."

"Manager-san, you scare me sometimes."

"Good!"

Karasuno finally entered the gym. The captain, Sawamura Daichi, spots a familiar face on the other side of the court.

"Hey Kiyoko?"

Kiyoko looks up from her clipboard, "Yes Daichi-san?"

"Isn't that Y/n? I thought she went to an all girls school?"

Sugawara butted in, "No, she transfered right? Cause the school closed down?"

"Koushi is right. She became the manager about two months ago, that's how we were able to secure this practice match."

Sugawara started nudging his manager,"Using your connections huh?"

Kiyoko blushed, "Nothing of the sort. It was just convenient timing."

"Course, Course."

---

On the other side of the gym Y/n's teammates kept wondering why karasuno seemed to know their manager.

Iwaizumi finally asked, "Hey, L/n?"

"Yes, Iwaizumi?"

"Do you know people at karasuno? They keep looking at you."

"Oh? Yeah! My girlfriend is their manager, and I've met the second and third years on their team!"

"Really? Is that why it was so easy to set up a practice match?"

"More or less."

"Okay."

Man, Oikawa will get the wake-up call of his life today if he bothers to show up.

"ALL RIGHT LINE UP!"

Karasuno won by a hair.

They knew that but DAMN it felt good.

Y/n noticed Oikawa missing after the murder of crows left and decided to follow them and look for him, knowing his antics would likely get him in trouble.

"There's not much time left 'til the tournament. I look forward to seeing you there."

"OI!"

Oikawa flinched and looked ahead. There stood his manager and love of his life looking very pissed off.

"WHAT HAVE I SAID ABOUT TORMENTING OTHER TEAMS OFF THE COURT!!!"

Karasuno's third years just smiled at the scene, used to the girl's antics.

"Y/n-chan~ but whyyyy?"

"It's foul play, and you know it!"

"Y/n it's okay, his little speal gave us motivation!"

"You're too nice daichi."

Oikawa looked startled.

"Wait, Y/n-chan you know them?"

"Yeah our manager Kiyoko is her girlfriend."

GIRLFRIEND!?

"Oh! I had no idea! Excuse me, please."

"Wonder why he went pale?"

"Y/n-chan is GAY????"

"You seriously didn't know?"

"NO??"

"Wow, for someone who's bi, your gaydar is shit."

"No wonder she never flirted back with me."

"For your information Oikawa-san, even if I did like men, I would have gone for Iwaizumi, not you."

"I appreciate it."

"Oof! Salt in the wound!"

"SHUT UP!"

A/N: Hope you liked this!! I needed more wlw shit on this app and had this idea for a while.

[offbrandkyoya]

[25]

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I started college and this was supposed to be posted on my first day but I forgot 😭😭

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[yenameow]

[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Tsukishima Kei(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

Word count:5081

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

CITY GYM OF SENDAI.

You read the printed letters on the sign as you crossed the doors with the team. As you walked, you pulled the crumpled paper from your pocket to double-check the name of the first opponent. "Tokonami," you murmured to yourself, walking in step with the group while your eyes scanned the interior of the crowded facility.

The atmosphere was charged with energy. Teams from various schools in the prefecture and nearby districts filled the place, some in intense warm-ups, others relaxed, chatting among themselves. Your gaze swept over the rows of uniforms and unfamiliar faces, wondering if you’d be lucky enough to see Nekoma there. Kenma. The possibility of spotting him in the crowd brought a small smile to your face; it would be a good time to catch up.

As your thoughts drifted, Sugawara's words brought your attention back to the present. "Come on, it's just the same rumors as always," he said reassuringly while looking at Asahi, who was walking behind you with tense shoulders and his gaze down. The hushed conversations that echoed through the gym seemed to focus on him.

"Don't pay them any mind," he added, giving Asahi a pat on the shoulder. However, the rumors were nothing new. The idea that Asahi was a bad person or had been repeating a year, although completely false, always left him visibly affected.

You sighed, walking up to the third-year player with a calm smile. "Asahi-senpai, it's not worth paying attention to that. The worst thing we can compare you to is a gummy bear." You gave his arm a few gentle pats, trying to lighten the mood with your comment.

The comment earned a small laugh from Sugawara, while Asahi looked at you with a mix of gratitude and resignation. "I don't know if that's better or worse," he murmured, running a hand through his hair in a nervous gesture.

"Definitely better," you replied nonchalantly, trying to ease the atmosphere a bit.

You noticed how Shoyo turned his head from side to side, his eyes bright with excitement as he absorbed every detail of the bustling gym. His enthusiasm was almost palpable, an overflowing energy that seemed to envelop him.

"Are you excited?" you asked, although the answer was more than obvious.

"Of course I am!" he replied immediately, with a smile so wide it seemed to light up his face. "Look at all this, Y/N. It's amazing! So many teams... so many chances to play against the best."

His words tumbled out, as if he couldn’t contain his excitement. Shoyo was like a child in a candy store, marveling at every new detail he discovered.

"The gym is huge!" Shoyo exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement as he leaned forward slightly, as if he wanted to take in the entire place with one look.

"It really is," you replied, sharing his fascination. You both stood in silence for a moment, admiring the magnitude of the space that would serve as the stage for the tournament.

Suddenly, Shoyo took a deep breath and said seriously, "It smells like Air Salonpas."

You blinked, puzzled, as you looked at him. "What?" you asked, sure you had heard wrong.

"That's the smell of tournaments," he explained with a solemnity that almost seemed rehearsed, as if he were sharing a great universal truth.

You looked at him, trying to decide whether he was joking or if he was serious. "Sure..." you murmured, not exactly sure how to respond.

As you tried to process his strange observation, a thought crossed your mind: If Nayuta were here, he’d already be mocking him for being so weird.

Suddenly, a firm hand landed on your shoulder, pulling you and Shoyo out of the way. You turned your head and found yourself staring into Daichi's serious gaze. With a gesture, he pointed ahead.

The group fell into a tense silence as the Dateko team appeared in view, walking toward them. Their white uniforms with teal details were unmistakable, and with their disciplined posture, they radiated an intimidating presence. Everyone’s attention quickly focused on one of their players: a tall, sturdy young man with an expressionless face. But the most striking thing about him was the complete absence of eyebrows, which made him look even more threatening.

The silence thickened as the player stopped in his tracks and locked eyes with Asahi. No words were exchanged, just that eye contact which felt more like a challenge than a simple glance. Slowly, he raised a finger and pointed at Asahi in an accusatory manner.

The air grew heavy with tension until another Dateko player intervened, placing a hand on the guy's shoulder to gently push him back toward their group. With a brief exchange of looks, they retreated, leaving behind an uncomfortable atmosphere.

"What a weird guy," you muttered under your breath, just loud enough for Shoyo, who was still by your side, to hear.

Shoyo nodded, but his eyes were filled with excitement rather than discomfort. "He’s huge! Did you see the size of his hands? He’s probably amazing at blocking."

"Definitely," you agreed with a light smile, although his enthusiasm was somewhat contagious. "Well, they should go warm up and focus. This is their time to shine." You gave him a small nudge on the shoulder to encourage him.

Hinata returned a wide smile before heading to join his teammates. "Yes! We're going to win!" he exclaimed as he jogged away with the energy that always seemed to characterize him.

"Alright, let's start practicing!" Coach Ukai ordered in a firm voice, drawing the attention of all the players who were now gathered in the center of the gym. The intensity in his tone made it clear that he wanted everyone focused and ready for the upcoming challenge.

From your seat on the bench, you settled next to Kiyoko and Takeda-sensei, leaving a space reserved for Ukai. You watched closely as the players began their drills, their movements full of energy and concentration.

"I'm not even playing and I'm already nervous," you thought as you intertwined your hands in your lap. The atmosphere in the gym was thick with tension but also excitement. Every serve, every receive, and every block during practice made you feel more connected with the team, as if you were somehow sharing their load.

"They look good, don’t they?" Takeda-sensei commented softly, breaking the silence between you. His smile was warm, as always, an attempt to ease any unease you might have.

"Yeah," you replied sincerely, watching as Hinata and Kageyama started their usual competition to perfect the synchronization of their attacks. "They work so hard. It's impossible not to get excited watching them."

Kiyoko nodded beside you, not taking her eyes off the team. "They’ve grown so much as a group. I’m sure they’ll give their best in the match."

Ukai arrived shortly after, sitting beside you with a light sigh as he watched the progress of the drills. "I don’t know if you're nervous for them or for what's coming after the match," he commented, referring to your busy schedule that you'd mentioned earlier.

"A bit of both," you admitted with a nervous smile. "But I trust them. If anyone can surprise us, it's these guys."

"Then share some of that confidence with them," Ukai responded with a grin before standing up again to correct Asahi’s position during a block.

The match against Tokonami went by without many issues. From the start, it was clear that the opposing team's level was not a serious threat to Karasuno. Their plays were predictable, and although their efforts were evident, they couldn’t match the speed and coordination that the boys had perfected during their training.

Sitting on the bench next to Kiyoko, your eyes followed the ball’s movement across the court, but your mind wandered to other thoughts. The lack of tension in the game allowed you to relax a little more than usual. As the scoreboard tilted increasingly in Karasuno’s favor, you allowed yourself to shift your attention to the players.

Though you couldn't help but occasionally glance at the court, your attention drifted. It was hard to stay focused when the level difference was so obvious. Still, every time Karasuno scored, you clapped along with Kiyoko, more out of reflex than genuine enthusiasm.

"They're doing a good job staying calm," Takeda-sensei commented quietly, watching with satisfaction as the scoreboard continued to tilt more and more in Karasuno’s favor.

"Asahi-senpai seems more relaxed than usual," you observed. Even from a distance, it was clear that his usual nervousness had dissipated, probably due to the lack of pressure.

"Let’s go to the cafeteria, I’m hungry," you said to Hinata as you gathered your things. The match had ended, and the idea of a quick and simple meal seemed like the perfect reward. You both walked with the rest of the team to the cafeteria, but the scene they encountered upon arriving left them stunned. The place was packed, with lines that seemed endless and tables completely occupied by teams and spectators.

"We're never going to eat at this rate," Nishinoya commented, crossing his arms in clear frustration.

"You’re right," Tanaka responded, examining the situation as if he were analyzing a strategy on the court. "This is going to take hours."

The group gathered in an improvised circle, clearly determined to come up with a solution. Amidst impractical ideas and complaints, Tsukishima, with his always pragmatic attitude, spoke up while checking his phone. "I saw a convenience store when we were coming. I don’t think it’s that far."

"Oh, yeah, I saw it too," you added, clearly remembering the unmistakable sign of the Seven Eleven. "It’ll definitely be faster than waiting here."

"But do we have enough money?" Ennoshita asked, mixing caution with logic.

At his comment, everyone began checking their pockets, pulling out coins and some crumpled bills. Nishinoya even pulled out what seemed to be a small charm, as if it counted as a contribution. Once everything was gathered, you took charge of counting each cent carefully while the others watched expectantly.

"We have 2,995 yen," you announced finally, lifting your gaze. "It should be enough for a few bentos and some onigiri if we’re smart about our choices."

"Perfect," Sugawara said, always playing the role of the mediator. "Now we just need to decide who’s going to buy it."

The suggestion seemed to ignite a collective reaction. Instantly, everyone began looking the other way, pretending to be busy or interested in something completely irrelevant. Nishinoya suddenly found the floor fascinating, while Tanaka studied the list of matches on the wall as if he’d never seen it before. Even Tsukishima pretended to be texting on his phone, though the screen was off.

"Seriously?" you sighed, crossing your arms and looking at each of them with an expression that mixed surprise and amusement. "Is this how we’re going to play this? Kageyama, you go," you said, giving him your best doe-eyed look, hoping he would succumb to the pressure.

Kageyama frowned and shook his head, raising an eyebrow. "Me? No, you were the one who suggested going to the store, right?" he retorted, defending his position with a challenging gaze. "You go instead. Besides, Tsukishima was the one who suggested we go, right?"

"It was just a suggestion!" Tsukishima defended himself, shrugging with an indifferent look, as if the situation didn’t bother him in the slightest.

A heavy silence fell over the group as everyone looked at each other, avoiding being the first to step forward. Finally, it was impossible not to hear your frustrated sigh.

"Well," you said, dropping your arms in resignation. "It seems no one wants to take responsibility, so I’ll go, but Tsukishima will come with me." You directed a sly smile at the blonde, knowing it would be hard for him to refuse. "You don’t have anything else to do, right, Tsukishima?"

The blonde frowned, but after a few seconds, he had no choice but to give in. "Fine, fine."

Before you could protest further, both of you headed towards the exit.

"The day is so nice," you commented, looking up at the clear sky, where the intense blue stretched uninterrupted. The sun shone brightly, but the cool breeze made walking pleasant.

"Yeah, it’s not bad," Tsukishima replied, his tone as indifferent as always, but with a slight softness that didn’t go unnoticed. His hands were in the pockets of his jacket, and he walked at a relaxed pace, as if everything were a game, but with a gaze that, although not looking directly at you, seemed to be evaluating you.

"I like it when it’s cold, at least it’s not as hot as yesterday," you added, enjoying the pleasant temperature. It was a relief to escape the intensity of the practices, although the calm also came with the unexpected company of Tsukishima.

"And what does that have to do with me?" he responded, though his sarcastic tone didn’t hide the hint of humor that, for a brief moment, lit up his face.

"Well, you’re always so serious, I thought you might at least enjoy the nice weather," you said, watching him adjust his glasses with one hand.

Tsukishima raised an eyebrow, his gaze fixed ahead but with a slight smile that wasn’t completely visible. "Do you worry about me that much?" His tone was almost dismissive, but there was something in the way he said it that suggested a game behind his words.

"Don’t think you’re that special, Tsukishima," you replied with an ironic smile, walking alongside him, not giving too much importance to his comment. However, you could feel that his attitude was starting to brush against the limits of what used to be his usual behavior.

A brief silence stretched between you as you continued walking toward the convenience store. Tsukishima didn’t speak again right away, but it wasn’t necessary. The way his steps matched yours, the fact that, despite his indifferent facade, he had stayed slightly closer to you, didn’t go unnoticed.

"You know?" he finally said, breaking the silence as you passed by a small souvenir shop. "Sometimes I can’t tell if you’re really that direct or if you’re just wasting my time."

You turned to him, smiling. "Maybe both," you answered softly, taking advantage of the playful tone he had set.

Tsukishima glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, and for a brief moment, his gaze softened. Though he quickly looked away, the faint smile that appeared on his lips didn’t go unnoticed. "I like that," he murmured, so low that you almost didn’t hear it, but close enough to know it wasn’t just a casual remark.

"What do you like?" you asked, a mix of curiosity and challenge in your tone. You stayed slightly behind him, watching as he calmly stepped forward to open the glass doors of the store. His tall, relaxed figure moved with a natural ease that didn’t quite match the slight tension left in the air.

"Stop asking unnecessary things," Tsukishima responded, his voice casual, but the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed his usual mask of indifference. He held the door open, waiting for you to enter, and turned his gaze away as if more interested in the interior of the store than in answering you.

"I don’t think that’s an unnecessary question," you insisted, crossing the threshold while glancing at him from the corner of your eye, not wanting to let the opportunity pass. "If you’re going to say something, Tsukishima, you should be willing to explain it."

He let out a sigh, letting the door close behind you both. For a few seconds, he seemed to be debating internally whether to respond or not. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he shrugged and spoke, though he kept his casual tone.

"You," he said simply, looking at the shelves as if his confession weren’t important. "I like you."

The impact of his words took you by surprise. For a moment, you didn’t know how to react. Tsukishima, for his part, continued walking through the aisles, examining the products as if nothing had happened, though it was clear he was avoiding looking at you directly.

"Just like that?" you finally asked, keeping pace behind him. You’d expected many things from Tsukishima, but not such a direct confession, even if it was wrapped in his usual air of indifference.

He didn’t answer immediately, simply continuing to walk through the aisles with the same meticulous calm as always. You grabbed a basket and started filling it with onigiris of different brands and flavors, barely paying attention to the contents as you followed him. The conversation still lingered in your mind, his confession echoing like a persistent sound.

"How else should I say it?" he finally commented, his voice low but perfectly audible in the space between you. As he spoke, he stopped in front of a shelf and examined a package of cookies, though it was clear he wasn’t paying true attention.

"Well, I don’t know," you replied, trying to keep your tone light despite how fast your heart was beating. "Maybe with a little more... context."

"Context?" Tsukishima let out a brief, dry laugh, effortless as though the idea struck him as both absurd and amusing. "I’m not a poet, and you’re not one of those people who needs it said with flowers and songs."

Confusion mixed with a faint irritation in your mind. How could he know that? The thought was as frustrating as it was bewildering. Sure, you liked this idiot, but you’d imagined that your first confession—or anyone’s—would be something more... special. Something with more substance, more emotion. Instead, you found yourself in an aisle of a convenience store, hearing a confession so dry it made you question whether you should be happy or disappointed. The only clear thing was that you weren’t satisfied.

"Is that all?" you asked finally, with a tone that tried to sound casual, though there was a clear note of challenge in your words. You wanted to sound nonchalant, but the slight sting in your voice betrayed you.

Tsukishima stopped and turned to you, raising an eyebrow as if your question had surprised him. For a moment, he stayed silent, his golden eyes scanning yours, as though evaluating how much he should reveal. Then, a faint curve appeared on his lips, a smile so subtle it almost seemed shy, though his tone still carried his characteristic self-assurance.

"What were you expecting? A love confession under the full moon? I'm not one for that," he replied, shrugging, but there was a glimmer of vulnerability in his gaze that didn’t match his tone.

You felt a mix of emotions hearing it: exasperation, because yes, his comment was annoying; tenderness, because you couldn’t deny he had a certain charm beneath his tough exterior; and, most of all, a slight frustration, because you knew this was the closest thing to a sincere confession you’d get from him.

"Well, next time, at least try to make it memorable," you responded, crossing your arms.

He let out a low, dry laugh as he took a step toward you, closing the distance slightly. "What if I told you you're already remembering it more than you'd like to admit?"

You weren’t sure whether to hit him or smile. In the end, all you did was roll your eyes as you resumed walking, letting your steps echo down the aisle. You still felt his gaze on you, and even though you didn’t say anything, the warmth in your cheeks spoke for itself.

With a couple of hot bentos fresh from the microwave, a couple of cold drinks, and the onigiris carefully placed in a bag, the two of you began your way back to the gym. The silence between you was palpable, but not uncomfortable; rather, it was filled with unspoken thoughts and emotions that hadn't fully formed yet.

You, especially, were lost in your internal dilemmas. Why didn’t I respond? The question repeated itself over and over in your mind. You’d had the perfect opportunity to say something, anything, even just a simple “I like you too.” But you didn’t. Now, that doubt began to weigh on your chest. Does he think I don’t like him? That I’m avoiding his feelings? The uncertainty was a silent storm in your mind, and the worst part was that you had no way of knowing what Tsukishima was thinking in that moment.

Out of the corner of your eye, you glanced at him. He was walking beside you, the bag hanging from one hand, his headphones resting around his neck as usual, and that neutral expression that seemed unbreakable. If anything was affecting him, he wasn’t showing it. His ability to hide what he was feeling frustrated you and, at the same time, intrigued you. What’s he thinking now?

"Why so quiet?" His voice interrupted your thoughts, calm but with a hint of curiosity.

"I'm thinking," you replied quickly, trying to sound casual as you adjusted the bag in your hands.

"That’s dangerous," he commented with a half-smile, though his tone remained so neutral you couldn’t tell if he was joking or serious.

You shot him a fleeting glance but decided not to take the bait. "I’m just trying not to forget anything. You know, in case someone on the team starts complaining that we bought the wrong thing."

"Sure," he said with a hint of sarcasm, but he didn’t push further.

The rest of the walk was in silence, though the tension remained, at least for you. Should I say something now? Or is it better to wait? You bit your lip, unsure. Maybe Nayuta would have some advice when you got home. After all, your friend always seemed to have the perfect answer for everything.

When you finally arrived at the gym and handed the bag over to the team, Tsukishima said nothing else. He gave you a brief glance before looking away, leaving you with the uncomfortable feeling that maybe you had missed an important moment.

Without a word, he walked off to join the group, leaving behind an awkward feeling that settled in your chest. Would he have expected more from you?

You shook your head slightly, trying to clear those thoughts. Now’s not the time for that. With a forced smile on your face, you claimed a spot on the floor next to Hinata, who was already eagerly going through the contents of the bag.

"Ah, onigiris! I knew you wouldn’t disappoint!" he exclaimed, opening one with a speed that made you wonder if he ever chewed his food.

"Of course not," you replied, trying to sound as cheerful as he was while taking out your own bento. The warmth of the container in your hands should’ve been comforting, but the restlessness you felt persisted. Let’s focus on something else for now.

The team gathered in small groups to eat. The usual noise filled the space: laughter, comments about the game, and the sound of wrappers being opened.

"Is something wrong?" Hinata’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. He was chewing a huge bite, looking at you with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Huh? No, nothing. I’m just... tired, I guess," you lied, forcing a smile that you hoped was convincing.

"You should eat more. Food always helps!" he declared with conviction before returning to his bento, completely unaware of the dilemma that was still circling in your mind.

As you took a bite of your food, your eyes involuntarily drifted towards Tsukishima, who was sitting a little further away, eating silently while listening to Yamaguchi speak.

You knew you needed to tell someone about this, or else the pressure would eventually make you explode. Should you send Nayuta a message? The thought crossed your mind quickly. She always had something to say, a direct piece of advice or at least a comment that would make you laugh enough to relieve your nerves.

You took your phone out of your pocket, searching for her contact in the list. When you found "Yuyu," you paused for a second, hesitating, but in the end, you pressed her name and started typing with quick, clumsy fingers.

"Hi, I don't know if you're busy or not, but if you can, call me or text me, Yuyu. 0_0," you wrote, adding the little emoji to make the message feel lighter.

You pressed send and let out a sigh, closing the phone screen. At least now someone else could help me process this.

You put the device back in your pocket and turned your attention back to the rest of the team. Hinata gave you a side glance as he finished his onigiri. "Are you sure you're okay? You've been really quiet," he asked, his tone more serious than usual.

"Yeah," you responded with a tense smile. Though it was obvious your answer didn't fully convince him, Hinata didn't press the issue.

As the team continued to chatter around you, a small vibration in your pocket caught your attention. You took out your phone again to see a notification: Message from Yuyu.

"Of course I can! What happened? Did you have an emotional breakdown over your forever crush? Call me now before I start making ridiculous theories."

A small smile curved your lips, and before anyone could ask why, you stood up with a decisive movement. "I'll be right back," you said casually, grabbing your half-eaten tray and putting it in a bag to throw away. As you walked away, you felt a few curious glances, but no one said anything.

With the phone still in your hand, you walked towards a quieter corner of the gym, looking for a place where you could have some privacy. You found a door leading to a hallway, crossed it, and leaned against the wall, letting out a sigh.

You quickly dialed Nayuta's number and put the phone to your ear. It wasn't long before she picked up.

"Finally! I thought you were going to leave me hanging with the suspense," Nayuta exclaimed on the other end of the line, her tone full of energy.

"You won't believe this," you began, your voice barely a whisper as you looked around to make sure no one could hear you.

"Let me guess," Nayuta interrupted before you could continue. "Tsukishima finally stopped acting like a complete idiot and told you he likes you. Am I close?"

You stayed silent for a moment, surprised by how accurate her guess was. Nayuta let out a laugh. "I knew it would happen sooner or later! And what did you say? Please tell me you didn’t freeze up like you always do!"

"Well... more or less," you admitted, feeling slightly embarrassed.

"More or less?!" Nayuta practically shouted, and you had to pull the phone away from your ear for a second. "How is it possible that someone confesses to you and you say nothing? I need details, now."

You took a deep breath and began recounting what happened, from his confession in the store to the awkward silence on the way back to the gym. As you spoke, Nayuta interjected with dramatic exclamations and comments like "That's so like him" or "I can't believe you stayed silent."

When you finished telling her everything, Nayuta remained silent for a few moments, as if weighing her words before speaking. Finally, her voice sounded more serious, though it still carried that warmth you appreciated so much.

"Listen," she began, "I understand that this took you by surprise, and maybe it wasn't the confession you were expecting, but you can't leave it like this. If you really like him, you have to tell him. At least now you know he feels the same. That should give you a bit more confidence."

You bit your lip, running a hand through your hair in a nervous gesture. "Yeah, you're right," you admitted, though your thoughts were divided. "But I don't want to do it here. I didn’t like the way he did it, and I don’t want my confession to be just as... mediocre."

There was a hint of bitterness in your words that Nayuta didn’t let slip by. "Mediocre? Well, yeah, Tsukishima isn’t exactly a poet, but you have to admit, he was direct. And that, coming from him, is pretty impressive."

You sighed, leaning against the wall as you tried to organize your thoughts. "I know, but that doesn't mean I should settle. If I'm going to tell him how I feel, I want it to be something special, something that really means something. I don’t want it to be just a random comment thrown into the air."

On the other end of the line, Nayuta let out a soft laugh. "You're a bit of a perfectionist, you know? But okay, I get your point. Just make sure you don’t put it off too long. Sometimes waiting for the 'perfect moment' can mean it never comes."

"That's what I'm here for," Nayuta responded with a light tone, though a moment later, her voice took on a warmer note. "Oh, by the way, is Shoyo okay?"

"He's great," you replied with a smile you couldn’t contain, filled with pride. "He really caught everyone's attention after his first game. He didn’t let anyone intimidate him, and his energy on the court was contagious."

Nayuta let out a small laugh, as if she could picture Shoyo jumping around, full of enthusiasm. "Sounds like him. He always knows how to steal the show, right?"

"Completely," you nodded, your smile widening as you remembered the game. "It’s impossible not to notice how much he loves playing."

"That’s something special," Nayuta commented, her voice now full of admiration. "You’ve worked hard to support him, too. I’m glad things are going so well for him."

You stayed silent for a moment, absorbing her words. It was true; being by Shoyo’s side and watching him grow as a player had been a rewarding experience. "Thanks, Yuyu. You know, sometimes I feel like he inspires me more than I inspire him."

"That’s the beauty of relationships, don’t you think? It’s always a give and take. Though, don’t be surprised if he thanks you in his own awkward way someday."

You let out a soft laugh. "It wouldn’t be Shoyo if he didn’t do it that way."

"Well, I have to go," Nayuta responded, her tone a bit hurried as her mother’s voice could be heard shouting from somewhere far away. "You know how she gets when I don’t do things right away."

"Don’t worry, go before she starts scolding you," you replied with a smile on your lips, amused by the family dynamic you knew so well.

"Talk to you later! And remember, don’t wait too long," she added firmly before hanging up, leaving you with the advice that sounded more like an order disguised as concern.

[19calicos]

tea for two – kiyoko shimizu ༉‧₊˚.

they're sure that their newest artist-in-residence doesn't remember who they are. she, on the other hand, came to their teahouse just to see her muse.

status: discontinued

content: teahouse owner! yn x artist-in-residence! kiyoko, gn reader with theythem pronouns, slowburn, timeskip, high school reunion but kiyokoyn are not on the same page

warnings: language, usage of weed + cigs + alc, kys/kms/die jokes, yn was raised in a wealthy traditional family but is now estranged from them, mentions of parental disappointment, angst + fluff

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0 ⋮ just a phone call

1 ⋮ speak of the devil

2 ⋮ tba

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haikyuu angstober

day two: shimizu kiyoko

art (in order): pomegranate photogroph by vlad loktev | love slowly kills by adrian borda

soundtrack: graceland too by pheobe bridgers

warnings: unviversity au, breakup, implied homophobia, disapproving family, unhealthy family dynamics

word count: 875

Kiyoko would do anything for her.

It was cloudy outside the day she rested her head in Kiyoko’s lap, hair splayed out against her jeans. Kiyoko’s dorm bed was cramped and uncomfortable, limbs tucked away and bent in awkward positions to accommodate them both. Kiyoko lost feeling in her left leg, and the tips of her fingers were like ice as she dragged them through the ends of her hair.

Her eyes kept fluttering shut, and then abruptly opening once she remembered that she had promised to stay awake. But Kiyoko didn���t mind; she had given up on paying attention to the film in favor of admiring her anyways.

“Kiyoko,” she said, thick and dumbstruck, eyes still closed.

“Yeah?”

“I think I’m really in love with you.”

It’s different now. It’s sunnier, brighter, warmth drifting in through the slightly cracked window. They’re on opposite sides of the bed, legs crossed and not looking at each other.

Kiyoko folds her hands in her lap, looking down at her thumbs as they tap together. She wants to touch her. She wants to take her hands between her own and place kisses along the line of her jaw and hold her in her lap. But something ugly sits between them now, and she can’t even bring herself to lift her head.

“I think,” she starts, voice hoarse and raw, like she’s had this conversation with herself a million times over. “I think we should break up.”

At first, Kiyoko does nothing. She just sits there, warm breeze not reaching her. It starts to slip over her, a slick, heavy oil that drips down the center of her spine. Her limbs feel like lead. Her eyes start to burn. She inhales sharply. “Are you sure?” Kiyoko asks her, because she doesn’t want her to be.

But still, she nods. Kiyoko watches the movement from the corner of her eye. “Yeah.”

A tear drops from her eyes to her entwined fingers. Kiyoko tries to blink the rest of them away. “Why?”

She doesn’t say anything. The only thing Kiyoko can hear is concentrated breathing and slight sniffling. She feels herself getting tenser. “Please tell me why,” Kiyoko insists again, sharper this time.

Again, there’s nothing. No response or explanation or excuse, and it’s finally enough for Kiyoko to snap her head forward. She’s looking back at her, eyes watering and lip trembling, and Kiyoko knows. “It’s your parents, right?”

“It’s what’s best for me,” is the weak, half-hearted defense she offers.

It’s not surprising to hear it. Kiyoko has heard enough passing comments and half-told stories to get a good understanding of how her parents work without ever having to meet them. Kiyoko knows what they’re like from the way her posture changes when they’re mentioned, from way her expression flickers and shifts.

‘I don’t think they’re the type of people you’ll ever want to meet,’ she had told Kiyoko before, slipping her hand out of Kiyoko’s as they trudged along a busy sidewalk, pushing past the other people around them. ‘I’ll be happier once they’re out of my life.’

Kiyoko shakes her head. “No, it’s not. Don’t say that.”

“What do you want me to do?” she sobs lightly, tears spilling over now. “Pay for school myself? Pay for housing? How am I supposed to get through school without them?”

“With me,” Kiyoko answers, insistent now, leaning in towards her. “Get through it with me. I’ll help you. We can get a place together, and we’ll work, and it will suck, but we could do it. You don’t have to-“

“Kiyoko, please,” she cuts her off. “It wouldn’t work. You know it wouldn’t work. You’d spend all your time working, and your grades would drop, and you’d lose sleep and never be able to see your friends, and-and you’d resent me for it.”

Kiyoko shakes her head. “No I wouldn’t. I wouldn’t ever.”

“Even if you didn’t, I don’t want that for you! Constantly struggling and never having enough of what you need. Always being tired. Never having a second for yourself. You already have too much to handle, I can’t make you take on more.”

“So I just have to lose you instead.”

“It’s what’s best,” she repeats again.

“It’s not what’s best,” Kiyoko contests, “it’s what’s easiest. You’re just scared.”

Her words fall between them, sitting limply in the middle of the bed. And she lowers her head, like she’s staring at them. “Maybe,” she concedes. Kiyoko feels panic crawl up her throat as she unfolds her legs and slides off the edge of her bed. “But it doesn’t matter either way. It doesn’t change anything.”

“I really wish it did.” Kiyoko feels like she’s begging now, voice and body trembling, tears spilling over. She clenches her muscles and bites back the urge to beg her to hold her.

“I’m sorry,” she says, “but please don’t contact me again.”

Kiyoko bites down on her bottom lip to hold back her sobs. She listens to her footsteps retreat, listens to the door open and gently close again. She counts to five after that, and then lets out a wail. Kiyoko’s arms go around her knees, and she pulls them up to her chest, rocking slightly.

Kiyoko would do anything for her.  

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[afyrian]

takeout dinner w/ kiyoko | wc: 344 m.list

    your legs tangle with hers, the couch far too small for the two of you. taking another bite of ramen, you look over at kiyoko, eyes glazed over from the littlest bit of wine, "okay, okay, truth or dare."

  she looks back at you, knee just barely digging into your thigh. her gaze lands on you, sending a flurry of emotions through your head. your heart nearly skipping a beat until you remind yourself that she's tipsy. that that look is purely there from the wine that rests on the table. "truth, i don't trust you with a dare," kiyoko leans her head against the back of the couch.

  "oh come on ki! i can be trusted with dare.." you take another bite of your ramen, foot brushing against her side, chills running down her legs, "but for truth... what's the thing you look out for most in a partner?" 

  kiyoko looks over at you and purses her lips, a slight smile sneaking through. taking in a deep breath, she sets her fork into her bowl, setting it on the nearby coffee table. "well, i tend to like partners who are comfortable to be around me, even in pajamas and with takeout," she sits up, shin pushing against the side of your thigh.

  taking another bite, you move your fork in a nodding movement, "i totally understand that, it's so nice to have someone who loves you unconditionally."

  "yeah it is..." she sighs, grabbing her wine and taking a sip, eyes staying on yours.

  you look back up at her as her gaze stays on yours. and as soon as you do, you realize you’re staring at the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen in your life. she’s sitting there, leaning forward against her knees, and her shoulder length hair is framing her face perfectly. and almost like a primal instinct, you realize that she’s talking about you.

  “oh- oh,” you look over at her, watching as she bites her lip, smiling at your response, “let me set down my takeout, oh my gosh i wanna kiss you so bad.”

[kunnehoe]

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character descriptions

yn

raised by her dad

mom died when she was 7 y/o

during her childhood, she accidentally hurt a friend she didn’t mean to, even if she cared for them and got hated for it. everybody moved on but it impacted her mindset a lot growing up

“makes bad decisions”

outwardly sarcastic, unserious, and an ass every now and then

“getting involved and showing i care will hurt people, so i should keep them away from me”

so she put up a facade and put that part of her deep deep down in a box lol

“everything i touch dies” = keeping her distance = protecting others from her

she has genuine relationships tho, but she’s not affectionate or openly shows care for people. she just made it her “brand” eventually

roommates with kiyoko

frequently visited the convenience store where suga works, but only officially met when she went there with kiyoko and got introduced to each other

since then, it was the hang out place for the two

shimizu kiyoko

yn’s sweetheart roommate who never judges her

takes care of her like she’s her baby

yn jokingly calls her ‘mom’ because kiyoko is always looking after her

high school schoolmates with suga

went with yn to the convience store she recently frequented, turns out suga works there

kiyoko and sugawara are the same age, yn is two years younger than them

lifesaver for clumsy yn & always ready to help

atsumu miya

THE boy best friend

has the same amount of seriousness in his body as yn

dramatic and a complete ass, enjoys getting under people’s skin

especially when suga entered the picture, sometimes even makes suga jealous on purpose.

he can be helpful but he always masks it with his humor and… dumbness (?)

koutaro bokuto

tight with akaashi obviously

bo is scared of yn lowkey

hes just scared of making her mad (so like hes careful 70% of the time)

yn secretly adores and protects bo, though she doesn’t show it openly.

but we love bo sm

very quick to notice when yn is uncomfortable and always tries to make her feel safe

keiji akaashi

kiyoko’s backup in group settings, steady and reliable.

now, yn is lowkey scared of akaashi

he doesnt give killer vibes LMAO but she thinks that he judges her (because of her behavior) and only tolerates her

akaashi doesnt know that; but at the same time he can kinda see through her, he just doesnt say it

like without telling anyone, he can see through yn at times, esp with her facade

so he’s quiet but he will subtly shows he cares and gives advice every now and then

besides that he’s a chill friend and a good one at that

note: these are how i envisioned them to be when i started forming this smau. but along the way, there might be times their personalities may shift a little and/or expand more. just wanted you guys to take note of this in case i forget some of the details i wrote down here or make something along the way that might not be written here. but rest assured the core of their personalities will be consistent throughout !

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[sweetlyvibe]

𝗞𝗜𝗬𝗢𝗞𝗢 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗠𝗜𝗭𝗨 𝗙𝗟𝗨𝗙𝗙 𝗔𝗟𝗣𝗛𝗔𝗕𝗘𝗧 ( 𝓐 - 𝓩 )

𝓐ffection :

Kiyoko shows her affection through gentle gestures, like a soft touch on your arm or a warm smile. Her love is expressed in small, meaningful ways that make you feel cherished and valued.

𝓑lushing :

While she usually maintains a calm demeanor, Kiyoko can blush easily when you compliment her or do something sweet. It’s a rare sight that makes her even more endearing.

𝓒omfort :

Kiyoko is a source of comfort in your life. When you’re feeling overwhelmed, she knows just what to say or do to help you relax, often offering a listening ear or a hug when you need it most.

𝓓ates :

She enjoys low-key dates, like visiting a café or going for a walk in the park. Kiyoko values the moments spent together, focusing on quality time and meaningful conversations.

𝓔xcitement :

Kiyoko has a quiet excitement about the things she loves, whether it’s volleyball or spending time with you. When she smiles or talks passionately about something, it lights up her whole face.

𝓕lirting :

Her flirting style is subtle and sweet. Kiyoko will give you soft compliments or playful teasing, often accompanied by a shy smile, showing her affection without being overly direct.

𝓖ifts :

Kiyoko gives thoughtful gifts that reflect your interests. Whether it’s a book she knows you’ll love or a little token from her travels, her gifts always carry a personal touch.

𝓗olding Hands :

She loves holding hands, often intertwining her fingers with yours as a way to feel connected. It’s a simple yet intimate gesture that makes you feel close to her.

𝓘mpressions :

Kiyoko doesn’t do impressions, but she has a knack for making funny observations about people around her. Her wit and humor often catch you off guard, leading to shared laughter.

𝓙ealousy :

Though she’s usually calm, Kiyoko can show a hint of jealousy when someone flirts with you. She’ll keep her composure but might give a subtle side-eye, wanting to remind you that you’re hers.

𝓚isses :

Her kisses are soft and tender, often lingering a little longer than expected. Each kiss feels meaningful, as if she’s pouring her feelings into that single moment.

𝓛aughter :

Kiyoko’s laughter is warm and genuine. When you make her laugh, it’s a beautiful sound that makes your heart swell, and you’ll cherish those moments when she lets her guard down.

𝓜emories :

She values the memories you create together, often reminiscing about the little things that brought you joy. Kiyoko will bring them up, showing how much she cherishes your time together.

𝓝icknames :

Kiyoko gives you a sweet, unique nickname that reflects your relationship. It could be something playful or personal, and hearing it from her lips makes you smile every time.

𝓞verprotective :

While she may not show it openly, Kiyoko can be a bit overprotective of you. She wants to make sure you’re safe and happy, often checking in on you or offering help when she thinks you need it.

𝓟atience :

Kiyoko is incredibly patient, especially when you’re struggling with something. She’ll wait for you to open up, giving you the space you need while being a steady presence by your side.

𝓠uiet Moments :

She treasures quiet moments spent together, whether it’s sitting in silence or enjoying a cozy evening at home. These peaceful times deepen your connection and create a sense of intimacy.

𝓡outine :

Kiyoko enjoys building small routines with you, like grabbing coffee together before practice or having a study date. These little rituals strengthen your bond and give you both something to look forward to.

𝓢upport :

Kiyoko is your biggest supporter, always encouraging you to pursue your dreams. She believes in you wholeheartedly and will be there to cheer you on, ready to lift you up when you need it.

𝓣easing :

She has a playful side and enjoys teasing you about your quirks or habits. Her light-hearted jabs are always accompanied by a smile, making it clear that she’s just having fun with you.

𝓤nderstanding :

Kiyoko is incredibly understanding and empathetic. She can sense when something is bothering you and will patiently listen, offering advice or simply being there when you need to talk.

𝓥ulnerability :

Though she’s strong, Kiyoko allows herself to be vulnerable with you. She’ll share her fears and insecurities when she feels safe, deepening your emotional connection.

𝓦armth :

Her warmth shines through in her actions and words. Kiyoko has a way of making you feel comfortable and loved, whether it’s through her supportive nature or the little things she does for you.

𝓧-factor :

Kiyoko has an undeniable charm that draws people in. It’s her kindness, strength, and intelligence that make her captivating, especially when she’s being her true self around you.

𝓨earning :

When you’re apart, Kiyoko feels a sense of yearning for you. She misses your presence and often thinks about you, looking forward to the next time she can be with you.

𝓩eal :

Kiyoko approaches her passions with zeal, whether it’s volleyball or her relationships. Her dedication is inspiring, and it motivates you to pursue your own dreams alongside her.

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SO SORRY FOR NOT POSTING!! I was working on a fanfic and put all my time to it 😢

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