#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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🏷️ :: @bokukos + @iiwaijime <3 (i just realized i messed up your user... sorry alina!! 😭)

[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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@lvtilzs

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[rory-cakes]

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 😭😭

did you know my favorite tsykm hc is when kageyama tells yamaguchi he can do better

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[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

Word count: 4919

𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

Hinata’s eyes sparkled as he looked around the residence where the team would be staying before the match. “Oh, is this where we’ll be staying?” he asked, his voice brimming with excitement as he inspected every corner of the place. “It’s my first training camp! This is going to be so much fun.”

Off to the side, Tsukishima crossed his arms and sighed, looking at Hinata with a mix of exasperation and disdain. “Oh, great. A whole day surrounded by this bunch of airheads… what’s so fun about that?” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his usual sarcastic attitude.

“Tsukishima, you idiot!” Tanaka exclaimed, stepping forward.

Nishinoya backed him up with equal energy. “Kiyoko’s less than 500 meters away! How can you be so insensitive?” His expression was pure drama, as if the distance from Kiyoko physically pained him.

You shook your head with a smile, already used to the boys’ antics. Without wasting any more time, you headed to the room assigned to you. Sliding the door open, you were surprised by the spacious interior; it seemed ready to accommodate several people. While you would have enjoyed sharing it with someone like Kiyoko, you knew the young manager would head home since she lived nearby.

With a sigh of relief, you dropped your bag on the floor and started checking if you had everything you needed for the night. Pajamas? Check. Toothbrush and personal care kit? Check. Clean clothes and skincare products? Check. Satisfied that you had packed all the essentials for a peaceful night, you prepared for what would be a solo sleepover.

You got up, ready for dinner. Spotting Hinata and Kageyama sitting together, you decided to join them, though you quickly realized it wasn’t the best choice: both were devouring their food as if it were their first and last meal. Between smiles and incredulous glances, you carefully guarded your plate, mindful of your teammates' voracious appetites.

Even though you had been in Japan for years, you were still selective about some local dishes. Still, you ventured to take a generous spoonful of curry, offering a polite “Itadakimasu” before starting.

It wasn’t long before Hinata, with a hopeful look, pointed at the pieces of kakuni on your plate. “Y/N, are you going to eat that?” he asked, his eyes shining with a mix of enthusiasm and longing.

Smiling, you slid your plate toward him. “No, Shoyo-kun, go ahead.”

“Thanks, Y/N! You’re the best,” he said enthusiastically, savoring the kakuni you had shared.

Midway through the meal, Nishinoya leaned closer to both of you, a spark of curiosity in his eyes. “Hey, I’ve always wondered something, and if I don’t ask now, I think I’ll lose my mind.” He paused dramatically, capturing everyone’s attention. “Are you two dating or something? I mean, you’re always together... like, all the time.”

Both you and Hinata froze for a moment, exchanging a surprised glance before responding in unison: “Not at all!”

Shoyo laughed, throwing an arm around your shoulders playfully. “We’re best friends,” he explained with a carefree grin. “To me, Y/N is like a sister.”

“And to me, Shoyo is like a little brother,” you added, returning his smile. The familiarity and camaraderie in your words made the boys around you laugh, settling the matter.

“Little brother? Why little? We’re the same age!” Hinata protested, frowning comically while the others struggled to hide their smiles.

“Because I’m taller than you, obviously,” you replied with a triumphant grin, crossing your arms to emphasize your point.

Hinata looked at you with a defiant expression, stretching as much as he could in his seat. "Only by a couple of centimeters," he muttered, though his voice betrayed a hint of frustration, which made the boys laugh even harder.

"A couple? I’d say it’s more than that," you replied with an amused smile, raising your hand to emphasize the difference. "Come on, why don’t you try saying ‘big sister’?”

“I’m not saying that,” Hinata protested, frowning and looking away, crossing his arms in a show of stubbornness.

After dinner and a refreshing shower, you slipped into your comfy green Pochacco pajamas and started your nightly skincare routine, following the tips your mom had given you. Sitting on the floor, you opened one of the face masks you had brought, opting for the strawberry one this time. Taking out the small spatula that came with the package, you began carefully applying it to your face.

You hadn’t gotten far when the door burst open. “Excuse me!” Hinata exclaimed as he walked in like it was his own room, closely followed by Nishinoya. Without a second thought, they settled down next to you.

“What are you doing?” Hinata asked, his curiosity evident.

“Just relaxing a bit,” you replied, holding a small mirror as you applied the mask to your face. Then, with an amused smile, you offered, “Want to try?”

“Why not?” the redhead agreed, amused, as he pushed his messy bangs back with a couple of hair clips.

“I want to try too!” Nishinoya chimed in enthusiastically. Before you knew it, what had started as a solo routine turned into an impromptu group spa session. Tanaka and Asahi joined in on the fun, intrigued by the idea of trying the masks. Now, holding the lemon mask in your hand, you were carefully applying it to Asahi’s face as he shared, with a touch of guilt, how he had accidentally scared a first-year student earlier that day and how bad he felt about it.

Meanwhile, Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya had moved to the other side of the room, apparently focused on your PSP, trying to beat the level you had left unfinished. You could hear their murmurs and exclamations every time one of them made a mistake in the game.

Tsukishima and Yamaguchi were walking down the hall after their showers. Tsukishima, with his usual air of indifference, wiped the steam off his glasses, adjusting them slightly in an attempt to restore a clear view. When they passed by your room and saw the door slightly ajar, with murmurs and laughter spilling into the hallway, both stopped, intrigued.

“What the hell…?” Tsukishima whispered, glancing inside with a mix of surprise and exasperation at the scene unfolding. From the doorway, they could see Hinata, Tanaka, and Nishinoya engrossed in your PSP in one corner, while you sat on the floor, carefully applying a lemon mask to Asahi’s face, who looked more relaxed than either of them had ever seen him.

Noticing their presence, you gestured for them to come in. “Tsukishima, Yamaguchi! Want to try?” you asked with an amused smile as you finished applying the mask on Asahi.

Before Tsukishima could respond with his usual sarcasm, Yamaguchi had already stepped forward. “Sure,” he replied enthusiastically, moving to where you were. With complete confidence, he settled on the floor and rested his head on your lap, relaxed and ready to be pampered. He chose the strawberry mask, and you began applying it to his face with gentle movements, enjoying the calm of the moment.

Tsukishima let out a barely audible murmur. “Traitor…” he said under his breath, though his words lacked their usual bite. Without much else, he moved closer and sat beside you, crossing his arms and giving you a look of patient resignation, as if waiting for you to finish.

“This is so relaxing,” Yamaguchi commented, enjoying the soft strawberry scent of the mask on his face. When you finished, he sat up and joined the others, who were still struggling to beat the video game level, fully immersed in the challenge.

With an amused smile, you turned to Tsukishima, showing him the remaining mask options. “Alright, which one do you want?” you asked, holding up the two for him to see.

He simply shrugged. Without much hesitation, you picked the lemon one. “Then it’ll be this one,” you said decisively, opening the container.

Without a word, Tsukishima shifted slightly and rested his head on your lap. “Make it quick. This is ridiculous,” he muttered with his typical indifference. But deep down, you knew that if he were really uncomfortable, he wouldn’t have agreed so easily. As you began applying the mask, you felt his hair, still damp from the shower, slightly soaking your clothes.

When your hands brushed his face to remove his glasses, Tsukishima tensed for just a moment—almost imperceptibly. To anyone else, his posture would still seem indifferent, but in that moment, he was grappling with thoughts he would never allow to surface. Ever since the day he met you, something about you had unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite decipher. He remembered that second encounter—when you accidentally hit him in the face with a ball—and how it made him see you differently. And when you approached to check if he was okay, cheeks flushed and voice filled with apologies, he had been intrigued. He couldn’t explain what caught his attention; maybe it was your unusual accent when you spoke Japanese or the spontaneous expressions in your native language that you let slip into conversations. There was something genuine and refreshing about it.

But perhaps what surprised him most was how wholeheartedly you threw yourself into supporting them. Despite their chaotic practices, mistakes, and failures, there you were, cheering them on with fervor. Shouting words of encouragement that sometimes seemed almost ridiculous but somehow managed to energize and uplift them. And, though he’d never admit it out loud, there was something charming about your jokes—those corny ones you told when you sat next to him, not caring if they weren’t funny, simply enjoying the moment.

There was also the way your intelligence caught him off guard, like when you helped Hinata with his homework during breaks. He couldn’t deny that he saw you differently, in a way that clashed with his usual attitude.

It was the little things, the unconscious details that made you stand out. The way you furrowed your brow when something didn’t sit right with you or when you didn’t understand something—a look that became even more evident when you reviewed sheet music in the gym during breaks. Often, he watched you from afar, observing in silence. Your presence seemed to have its own rhythm; you always smelled nice, dressed gracefully, and to him, you looked more than good. However, whenever he started thinking about all of this, his mind would quickly rein itself in, reminding him that he shouldn’t think of you that way—especially in a moment like this.

Suddenly, the snap of fingers in front of his face pulled him out of his trance. “Earth to Tsukki,” he heard your voice, clear and amused. He opened his eyes and saw you raising an eyebrow, his glasses perched on your face, making you look funny. His gaze met yours, and for a brief instant, he couldn’t help but smile—if only on the inside.

"Man, you’re really blind," you said playfully, noticing how strong the lenses were.

Tsukishima looked at you with a mix of frustration and resignation, quickly extending his hand to try to grab his glasses back. "Give me that," he said seriously, but you, quick as ever, moved away before he could reach them. He was lucky the mask covered the slight blush on his cheeks, which didn’t escape your notice.

"'Give me that,'" you mimicked, copying his tone and posture, which only made him huff in annoyance.

"I don’t sound like that," he complained, still trying to retrieve his glasses, but you moved deftly to keep them out of his reach, enjoying the slight discomfort you seemed to cause him. Tsukishima’s nearsightedness didn’t help him much in this situation, and when he tried to distract you by smearing a bit of the mask onto the bridge of your nose, you paused to clean it off. He took advantage of the moment, grabbing his glasses back with a small victorious smirk.

"How annoying," you muttered, rubbing your nose to remove the excess cream, only to hear a triumphant cheer from the other side of the room.

"We did it!" Hinata and Yamaguchi shouted in unison, celebrating as they finally cleared the level you’d been stuck on. Their excitement filled the room, and Tsukishima, clearly irritated by the noise, let out an exasperated sigh.

"So loud," he commented, his tone as sharp as always.

Suddenly, the door burst open, and Daichi appeared, looking surprised and slightly annoyed. "Hey, it’s late! What are you all still doing up?" he said firmly. Taking in the scene before him, he frowned in disbelief. "What… what is this? Go wash that stuff off your faces and get to bed. Now."

With a collective sigh, everyone began getting up and reluctantly leaving the room, some grumbling about the captain’s order while others simply muttered their goodnights, resigned to Daichi’s reprimand.

You grumbled softly under your breath as you walked at a slow pace, trailing far behind the group of boys. "Damn… This is what I get for showing up early," you muttered, casting a frustrated glance at the figures running ahead. Ukai’s training sessions were notorious for being grueling, but you’d never thought you’d find yourself caught up in one.

"Come with us, you never exercise, not even in PE," the redhead had said with that boundless energy of his that sometimes got on your nerves. Stupid carrot head, you thought with a mix of irritation and resignation.

Unlike the rest, who were already running at a steady pace, you chose not to rush. Instead of trying to keep up, you preferred to stroll leisurely, enjoying the cool morning air and the quiet streets stretching out before you.

"Hinata, don’t yell for no reason; you’re just going to tire yourself out faster," Daichi warned, his tone firm but patient. Hinata, however, ignored the advice, picking up his pace to try and overtake Kageyama.

"Hey, where are you going?" Daichi exclaimed again as the redhead suddenly veered off course with all his impulsiveness.

You sighed at the commotion, finally catching up to the group, who had stopped by the side of the road for a break. Despite the curious glances sent your way, you didn’t stop. You simply kept walking with the same calm as before, unwavering in your stride.

"Wait, where are you going now?" Daichi asked, raising an eyebrow at your indifference to the team’s pause.

"To find him," you replied without slowing down, adjusting your high ponytail and brushing away the strands of hair that had begun sticking to the back of your neck from the heat. "Let’s just get this over with. It’s too hot to drag this out any longer."

You continued walking, your pace steady and determined. As you turned a corner, your gaze landed on Shoyo, who seemed engrossed in an animated conversation with another boy.

"Shoyo!" you called firmly as you approached. He quickly turned at the sound of your voice, an innocent smile lighting up his face. However, your attention soon shifted to the young man standing beside him.

He was dressed in a red tracksuit, probably his school uniform, and though his posture was relaxed, there was something in his gaze that unsettled you. His sharp, feline eyes rested on you for a moment, calmly analyzing before returning to the phone in his hands. He was reserved, that much was clear, but there was something intriguing about his demeanor. For a moment, he reminded you of Nayuta, though with a more masculine version of her serene expression—except for the blonde hair that set him apart.

"Oh, there you are!" Shoyo exclaimed, interrupting your thoughts with his usual energy, bouncing toward you like he was celebrating a victory. "This is Kozume Kenma; he’s a second-year in high school and, well… he’s lost," he explained, casually pointing at the blonde boy.

"I-I’m Y/N Y/LN," you introduced yourself, bowing slightly with more nervousness than you would’ve liked to show. Why are you stuttering? For god’s sake, he’s just a cute guy, you scolded yourself internally, feeling a slight warmth on your cheeks.

Kenma barely nodded in response, murmuring something that sounded vaguely like "nice to meet you" without looking up from his phone. His lack of interaction didn’t bother you; instead, it piqued your curiosity about his quiet and reserved personality.

"Did you know Kenma plays volleyball too?" Hinata chimed in enthusiastically. Hearing that, your eyes drifted to the athletic shoes poking out of the bag next to the blonde boy. They were of good quality, evidently worn but well cared for.

"He’s a setter, but not like ours," Shoyo continued, referring to Kageyama.

"Thank God," you muttered under your breath, just loud enough to pass as a casual remark. The thought of dealing with another Kageyama sounded exhausting.

Kenma glanced up for just a second. "What about you? What position do you play?" he asked, raising his voice just enough for you to hear him clearly.

"She’s our coach’s assistant," Hinata answered before you could even open your mouth. You shot him a sidelong glance, mildly annoyed, but decided not to correct him.

While Hinata continued chatting with Kenma, you stayed silent, merely observing. You noted how effortlessly Shoyo filled any empty space with his contagious energy. Before the redhead could ask the boy about his school, a deep voice rang out from down the street, cutting through the moment.

"Kenma!" called a tall guy with black hair styled in an unusually striking way. His presence dominated the space, his tone a blend of authority and familiarity.

"Kuro," Kenma responded with his characteristic calm. Without hurry, he stood and walked toward his companion.

"Bye," Kenma murmured as he left. You felt a pang of disappointment watching him go so quickly. "See you, Shoyo, Y/N," he added, his tone slightly warmer.

Your eyes met his in that final moment. And just when you thought there wouldn’t be any further interaction, Kenma did something unexpected: he threw you a quick wink, so subtle you might have missed it if you hadn’t kept eye contact. A sudden warmth rose to your cheeks, and before you could process it, he was already walking away with Kuro, as if nothing had happened.

The air, which had felt cool and relaxing earlier, now seemed uncomfortably warm. “Someone hold me…” you muttered under your breath, stunned by what had just occurred. The sense of discomfort and confusion was almost tangible.

“Y/N, are you okay?” Hinata asked, noticing your bewildered state. His eyes sparkled with concern as he observed you curiously. “You’re red. It’s because of the sun, isn’t it?”

Hinata, in his typical fashion, placed a hand on your forehead to shield you from the direct sunlight, trying to protect you with his innocent gesture. However, something in his expression shifted when his gaze followed the direction Kenma and Kuro had taken. His eyes widened in surprise, and for a moment, it seemed like something had just “clicked” in his mind.

“No… no, no, no way…” he mumbled to himself, as if trying to process an impossible thought. Then, he looked at you, bewildered, noticing you were still silent and your face was still flushed.

“No… it can’t be!” Hinata repeated, his face a mix of confusion and barely hidden curiosity. “Come on, you just met him, and you already… you?” he tried to continue, but you cut him off, placing a hand over his mouth to silence him before he could say more.

“Stop talking,” you said firmly, trying to regain your composure. Straightening up, you stared at Hinata. “Not a word about this, okay?” The seriousness in your tone made it clear this wasn’t the time for jokes.

Hinata looked at you with an amused expression, and you knew you couldn’t trust him to keep this secret. His face was far too mischievous, as if the whole thing was just a game to him.

“Understood?” you insisted, pressing your hand more firmly against his face, hoping he’d finally get the message.

Instead of answering directly, Hinata did something completely unexpected—he licked your palm, as if he couldn’t care less about what you were asking. The gesture left you utterly stunned and, if you were honest, a little grossed out.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting!” you scolded, pulling your hand away quickly and shaking it with a look of disdain.

The familiar voice of Sugawara interrupted you both at that moment. “Hey, guys!” he called out, making you and Hinata turn toward him. “We’ve been looking for you.”

“Sorry,” Hinata apologized with a sheepish smile, not seeming too bothered. “I ran off and got lost.”

“It’s fine,” Sugawara replied, brushing off the incident. “Come on, we need to head back.” With that, the group began walking back to the gym, their conversation resuming its usual flow.

It wasn’t long before Hinata sidled up to you, murmuring a question. “Are you going to tell me what that was about?” But before you could respond, he darted away when he caught the murderous glare you shot at him—a clear warning that you didn’t want to talk about it.

“Girls are so weird,” Hinata muttered under his breath, seemingly to himself, glancing at you with a mix of curiosity and mild fear.

Finally, the long-awaited day of the match against Nekoma had arrived. Both teams were lined up in front of the entrance to the gym, ready to enter the venue where the match would take place. The rows were neat, with Karasuno players on one side and Nekoma players on the other.

Your gaze swept across the opposing lineup, and that’s when you saw him: Kenma, the reserved guy you had met not long ago, now dressed in the red and black uniform of Nekoma. To your surprise, he was playing as the setter for the opposing team. Wow, so he's their setter. Cool, I’ll get to see him play, you thought, feeling an odd excitement at the prospect of watching him in action.

"Kenma!" Hinata called before he could enter the gym, excitement clear in his voice. "You're on Nekoma?" he asked, not bothering to hide his surprise.

"Ah, yeah," Kenma replied with his usual calm.

"Why didn’t you tell me?" Hinata puffed his cheeks, clearly annoyed that he hadn’t known this detail earlier.

"Because you didn’t ask..." Kenma looked away, his answer as simple as ever, though no less effective.

Hinata furrowed his brows, as if trying to process his teammate's logic. "But you said we’d see each other! How could you not tell me something like that?" he insisted, still confused.

Kenma glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, a slight glint of amusement in his gaze. "Your shirt said 'Karasuno High.' It was pretty obvious," he concluded indifferently, leaving Hinata without a comeback.

Before the conversation could continue, a tall and intimidating-looking guy appeared behind Kenma, drawing the attention of both you and Hinata. His expression was serious, and his posture radiated a kind of passive threat.

"Hey," he said in a deep voice, addressing you and Hinata directly. "What do you want with our setter?" His tone aimed to be intimidating, but to you, it was nothing more than a half-hearted attempt.

Hinata, almost instinctively, took a step back and hid behind you, leaving you to handle the situation.

"It’s none of your business," you replied calmly, crossing your arms while maintaining eye contact with the guy. Your voice, though relaxed, carried an edge of challenge. "And who are you?" you added, raising an eyebrow, making it clear that his attitude didn’t impress you.

Before the other guy could respond, Tanaka's voice rang out behind you, full of energy and attitude. "And what do you want from our first-years?" he spat, stepping forward to position himself in front of you with a challenging stance. You glanced at him, feeling a twinge of exasperation. This is ridiculous, you thought, crossing your arms while trying to maintain composure.

As Tanaka and the tall guy began an exchange of words that seemed to escalate quickly, something else caught your attention. A soft "hello" was heard next to you, immediately capturing your interest. When you turned, you found Kenma, who was staring with unusual concentration at the screen of your PSP. On the device, the startup menu of God of War: Ghost of Sparta glowed with its characteristic dark and rustic tones.

Kenma kept his gaze fixed on the screen as you held the console in your hands, his interest clear despite his serene expression. "Do you like it?" he asked in his calm tone, which somehow made your heart beat a little faster.

"Yeah, although... I’m still on level 5," you confessed, lowering your voice slightly as if admitting it were some kind of weakness. "It’s harder than I expected."

Kenma nodded, moving a little closer to get a better look at the screen, his golden eyes analyzing every detail. "Yeah, God of War can be tough if you’re not used to the combos. This one, in particular, has some interesting mechanics, but also a couple of frustrating enemies. Have you faced the Giant Scorpion yet?"

Your face lit up with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "No! I haven’t gotten that far yet, but I’ve heard it’s pretty tough. I’m trying to improve my combos... but I always end up pressing buttons randomly when I get nervous," you admitted, letting out a small nervous laugh as you brushed a lock of hair from your face.

Kenma made a small gesture that seemed like an attempt at a smile. "That happens at first. But if you focus on blocking and dodging at the right moment, the fights get easier. Have you tried using the Spartan Rage? It’s good for clearing out hordes."

You shook your head, embarrassed. "No... I think I forgot how to activate it. The tutorial went too fast, and I didn’t want to go back and check."

Kenma looked at you, surprisingly patient. "It’s L1 and R1 at the same time. Try it next time you’re surrounded by enemies." Then, his eyes returned to the screen, but his closeness made you increasingly aware of every little movement.

"Ah... thanks," you managed to say, feeling ridiculously nervous by his attention. It’s just a guy, calm down, you repeated to yourself, even though your hands started to sweat slightly as you held the console.

"If you want, I can help you with that level," Kenma offered, completely casually, as if it were no big deal. But for you, that simple suggestion made your mind go blank for a moment. Help you? Play together?

"R-really?" you stammered, heat rising to your cheeks. "I mean... if it’s not a bother."

Both of you were so absorbed in your conversation that you didn’t notice the four Karasuno guys watching from a few steps behind. Kageyama had approached Hinata, who seemed to be following the interaction with a mix of surprise and amusement.

"What’s going on?" asked the black-haired boy, frowning.

Hinata, with his usual enthusiasm, leaned toward him and whispered something in his ear. Kageyama furrowed his brow even more, confused. "What about her?" he asked aloud, causing the other two—Yamaguchi and Tsukishima—to step closer.

"Shh, lower your voice," Hinata insisted, whispering. "Look!"

Following his indication, Kageyama turned his gaze toward you and Kenma, who were still absorbed in your conversation. He seemed to understand what Hinata was implying, although his reaction was more of a shrug.

The scene didn’t go unnoticed by Yamaguchi and Tsukishima, who had also approached out of curiosity. Hinata, always the first to spread rumors, whispered the same thing to both of them. Yamaguchi covered his mouth to hold back a nervous laugh, but Tsukishima didn’t react immediately. His gaze darkened as he watched the interaction between you and Kenma, the slight flush on your face, and the calm with which the Nekoma blond stayed by your side.

"Ridiculous," Tsukishima muttered, adjusting his glasses with a sharp motion before stepping forward toward you.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, his voice laced with false calm, "I think Coach Ukai is looking for you." He placed a hand on your shoulder, guiding you forward while looking at you with an almost challenging intensity. "He might need your help."

You couldn’t help but let a hint of doubt show in your eyes. It didn’t sound convincing, but still, the pressure of his hand on your shoulder pushed you to take a few steps forward. "Really?" you asked, your tone revealing more skepticism than certainty.

Tsukishima, however, didn’t seem to be shaken. "Yeah," he responded with a calculated softness, though his expression wasn’t entirely honest. "You know how he is. Better go before he gets in a bad mood."

With a resigned sigh, you finally decided to follow him, stealing one last glance at Kenma before he walked away without saying a word.

[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: in development, coming soon

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

tags are added as story progresses, please check cw on individual chapters!

( 𖤐 ) denotes written portions.

meet: insomniac central + cult of kiyoko

see: crescent teahouse

table of contents:

0 ⋮ just a phone call

1 ⋮ speak of the devil

2 ⋮ tba

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[warlocksoup]

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.”

[sunibao]

Girls beach day

[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.

[1-800reki]

❝Kiyoko's Partner?!❞

Summary: The team finds out about Kiyoko's Partner!

Pairings: Kiyoko Shimizu x GN reader <3

You are NOT nonchalant in this. you're hyper and energetic >_<

A/n: she's so cutie LOOK AT HER >_< <333

"Kiyo Kiyo!"

You exclaim as you give her a hug. She smiles slightly giving you a hug back. "I thought you went home already?" She asked as you basically pressed both of your cheeks together. "I was but then I realized we haven't walked home together in a while and I haven't seen Tobio since he started volleyball!" You say with a grin on your face.

Since you were only two years apart, you were one of Tobio's older siblings. "Alright then. Just be careful around Tanaka and Nishinoya. You know how they are." She says with a faint smile. She never said it out loud but she loves when you're clingy. Her favorite is the hugs you give her. "Yay! Alright lets go Kiyo!" You exclaim taking her hand and walking to the gym with her.

Once you reached the door and opened it two second years appeared. It was like they had sensed Kiyoko or something. "Kiyoko!" They both exclaimed before noticing you. They also noticed the both of you holding hands. "Kiyoko who's this?!" They both asked in unison. You flinched. 'Freaky...' You thought with a grimace. She simply sighed and ignored them, tugging your hand letting you enter the gym.

Once you both were inside she clapped her hands gaining everyone's attention. "As the third years know this is Y/n Kageyama also known as my partner." She introduced you and you simply smiled and gave a wave. Your eyes scanned the team before noticing Tobio. You wasted no time rushing over and giving your little brother a noogie and a hug. "It's been ages Tobio!" You say playfully as he grows a comical tickmark on the side of his head.

"You see me at home, you idiot!" He says scolding you like he was the older one. You simply pouted. "Tobio you're so mean to me!" You whine before releasing him and going back to where Kiyoko stood. She simply gave a small giggle and smiled at your antics. You were always so silly with your antics, it always made her giggle and laugh.

Tanaka and Nishinoya both looked shocked before they made a weird face and a praying hand motion. You felt a shiver up your spine and looked away. 'Freaky...' You thought once more. 'If this relationship keeps Kiyoko smiling then we'll protect it with all we got!' The both of them thought in unison.

After practice was over Kiyoko was packing up as he waited for her on the bleachers swinging your legs back and forth like a child waiting for their parents to pick them up. Once she was done you hopped off the bleachers and stood with her. "I'll see you at home Tobio!" You said waving to your younger brother who just grumbled. You intertwined your hand with Kiyoko's as you walked out of the school.

After the both of you left the team had one common thought other than Tobio. 'Kiyoko's partner is so... different from her.' Which wasn't too far off. Despite that she loves you and you love her. She loves you because you see past her beauty and who she is. You love her because she doesn't label you as the dumb hyper kid. You're both perfect for each other. ♡

i lobe her she's so pookie >_<

[yunwangja]

faultine | 4th shift

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notes

introducing yn and suga's dump accounts that i forgot to do in advance <3

i was not going to make dump accounts because i was like "i want to make them mysterious" and just slowly reveal their inner thoughts through written content as it progresses but i think that would just create a lot of confusion

honestly in this shift everyone just wants yn to start being normal again, they've all silently agreed to help yn get over it lol !!!

(yn is like a stubborn kid who doesnt listen so)

suga's aunt snooped through his phone and saw yn's contact photo and snapped. (check character intros for context)

also suga's side will be explored more soon, we're just leaving it like that rn because well he likes to keep it to himself at times, as one does

this shift took so long but also it was challenging for me to put this all into one cohesive thing. ngl because i was busy i had some creative block :(

and in this smau daichi is chronically offline <3 given that he doesnt have socmeds

if there are questions in your head particularly about the two mcs, they will be slowly gone through !!! bear with me

i hope this was a worthy update ahhh

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───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

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𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

"Coach, I heard you needed my help," you said to Ukai as you approached him. Your tone was curious but also somewhat expectant. He looked at you with a confused expression before running a hand through the back of his neck, as if trying to remember something.

"Oh, right? Well, never mind, I think I forgot," he finally replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "Come on, the game’s about to start," he added, smiling before ruffling your hair playfully. His gesture brought a small smile to your face, though you couldn’t shake the slight doubt about why Tsukishima had pulled you away so abruptly.

You walked with Ukai to the bench, where you sat down, watching as Karasuno’s players prepared for the opening serve.

When the match started, the initial moves were explosive. The exchange of hits was fast, but Karasuno stood out immediately. “Well done, Shoyo!” you exclaimed enthusiastically as Hinata managed to execute one of his signature spikes, earning Karasuno the first point of the match.

Your eyes followed the flow of the game attentively, though every now and then they wandered to Nekoma’s setter. Kenma had a quiet but unmistakable presence on the court, his movements calculated and his gaze fixed on the ball, as if every play was being analyzed with pinpoint precision.

The first set progressed with Karasuno taking the lead. With the score 10 points in their favor, the mood on the court and the bench was optimistic. However, a strategic shift in the opposing team caught your attention.

“Coach,” you called softly, leaning slightly toward Ukai, “it looks like they moved their blockers and the setter to the left side of the court. Do you think they’re trying to block Shoyo? Or maybe Asahi?”

Ukai narrowed his eyes, observing Nekoma’s formation with evident suspicion. “Could be,” he replied, though his tone suggested he wasn’t entirely sure yet.

However, the team continued to dominate, allowing them to relax a bit more. Every point they scored boosted their confidence, and the game flowed at an easy pace.

But the calm was deceiving. Nekoma began to show their true strength: an almost instinctive ability to adapt to their opponent's tactics. Gradually, the scoreboard began to shift in the opposing team’s favor, and the optimistic atmosphere turned tense.

“Damn…” you muttered, narrowing your eyes as you watched Nekoma, with calculated moves and impeccable synchronization, overturn Karasuno’s advantage. Now they were leading with 24 points, and the end of the set was dangerously close.

The pressure on the court was palpable. Hinata attempted one of his signature spikes, driven by a quick pass from Kageyama, but this time Nekoma’s block was flawless. The ball bounced hard off the blockers’ hands and landed on Karasuno’s court. The referee’s whistle echoed, signaling the decisive point for Nekoma and their victory in the first set.

You let out a frustrated huff, crossing your arms as you watched Nekoma’s players huddle in a circle, celebrating their win with moderation. Despite the loss, you tried to maintain a positive attitude for the team’s sake.

“They keep blocking him,” you commented quietly, your gaze fixed on the court. Every attempt Hinata made to execute one of his quick spikes seemed to crash into an impenetrable wall. Nekoma’s defense was perfectly synchronized, anticipating every move with a precision that was becoming maddening.

You clenched your fists against your crossed arms, resisting the urge to stand up and shout instructions, though you knew it wasn’t your place. If you could, you’d have gone over to the Nekoma players and kicked them for every block they managed, but deep down, you acknowledged that their coordination was impeccable.

“They don’t have any individual genius, but…” you thought, watching how they moved almost as one entity, each player complementing the others’ actions. “The way they work together is... impressive.” Though frustration burned within you, you couldn’t help but admire Nekoma’s resilience and tactics.

“Time!” Coach Ukai’s firm voice broke through your thoughts, forcing you to turn your attention to him. His expression showed a mix of focus and determination as he quickly gathered the team.

“Kageyama, give Hinata a softer pass,” he instructed, his words clear and calculated. “Don’t use the usual direct setup.”

"An indirect set?" Kageyama asked, his frown showing a mix of doubt and concentration.

"Yes, instead of a quick straight-line pass, give it a bit more float," Ukai explained patiently. "It might take some getting used to at first, but…”

Before Ukai could finish, Kageyama nodded decisively, understanding the logic behind the instruction. The team returned to the court with a new strategy, and the whistle signaled the start of play.

"Why change the set now?" Takeda-sensei asked beside you, his tone tinged with curiosity.

"To give Hinata an advantage in the air," Ukai responded, crossing his arms as he watched intently. "Hinata's been trying to evade the block, but so far, he's only been reacting. With this change, he'll have more time to adjust his jump."

You and Takeda-sensei looked at him, still a little confused by the technical explanation. Sensing your doubts, Ukai added, "Hinata's probably been trying to mimic Kageyama's technique to dodge the block but failed miserably." Ukai smirked, recalling Hinata's clumsy attempt.

Hinata returned to the court, determined to follow the coach’s instructions. However, with every attempt to execute the new pass, the results seemed more disastrous than the last. The ball flew in unexpected directions, and his spikes were completely out of sync.

"It doesn’t seem to be working," you commented, crossing your arms as you watched Hinata's latest attempt, which ended with the ball being easily blocked by the net itself.

Ukai, standing next to you, nodded with surprising calm. "That’s normal," he replied, not taking his eyes off the game. "I don’t expect him to master it right away."

"Hinata, don’t receive the ball with your face!" you exclaimed, bringing a hand to your forehead in exasperation as you saw the ball hit the redhead squarely in the face. You slumped your shoulders, a sigh escaping your lips. It was practically a ritual—there wasn’t a match where Hinata didn’t take at least one hit to the face.

"I’m fine!" he assured with a sheepish grin, waving a hand in the air as if the blow was nothing, before refocusing on the game.

You barely had time to recover when, moments later, Nekoma’s number 4 delivered a powerful spike that, unfortunately, once again landed right on Hinata’s face.

The score remained tight; Karasuno needed just one point to tie the second set. The tension was palpable in the air, with players from both teams giving their all in every play. But then, as if in his natural element, Kenma saved a seemingly lost ball, completely destabilizing Karasuno’s defense. The play ended against them, giving Nekoma a clean and decisive victory.

"One more!" Hinata shouted, refusing to accept defeat. His competitive spirit was unyielding, even though exhaustion was evident on his face.

"They beat us fair and square," Ukai admitted, a mix of admiration and resignation in his tone as the final score confirmed Nekoma’s victory. You nodded silently, accepting the bitter truth as you stood up from the bench alongside the coach.

The final whistle blew, signaling the end of the match. As the players collapsed onto the floor to catch their breath, Takeda-sensei commented softly, "They all look exhausted." He wasn’t wrong. The effort and intensity of the game were written all over the players' sweaty faces and weary bodies.

"One more!" Hinata insisted, for what seemed like the eighth time, with the same energy he had at the start of the match.

"Hey, hey, we can't!" Ukai scolded him, grabbing the back of his shirt as if he were taming a restless puppy. "We have to catch the bullet train."

Ah, the bullet train. Thinking about the schedule and the crowds that were likely already filling the cars, you couldn’t help but sigh in resignation. The prospect of fighting for a seat against determined elderly people or exhausted workers wasn’t exactly encouraging.

"Well, let’s start cleaning up," Ukai instructed, gesturing to the players. Everyone began to gather their things, fold the nets, and quickly clean up the gym.

Moments like these were your favorite. Not knowing how to play volleyball had its advantage: no one expected you to join in the heavy lifting after the match. Instead of joining the hustle, you quietly drifted toward one of the gym's walls, searching for a corner where you wouldn’t get in anyone's way.

Leaning against the cold surface of the wall, you pulled out your PSP and turned it on. The familiar Hello Kitty logo appeared on the screen, followed by the melodic tune welcoming you to the main menu of Hello Kitty: Big City Dreams. A light smile curved your lips as you nodded to the rhythm of the music.

The game provided a little bubble of peace amidst the gym's chaos. As the players hurried to complete their assigned tasks and the coach gave orders here and there, you guided Hello Kitty through the virtual city, helping her achieve her dreamy goals. It was a comforting irony: while they were facing the exhausting world of competitive sports, you were enjoying your moment of digital escape.

"What are you playing?"

Kenma's neutral, calm voice abruptly pulled you out of your concentration bubble. You jumped slightly in surprise, almost dropping your PSP.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you," he said in his usual calm tone, tilting his head slightly as an apology.

You waved a hand dismissively, brushing off the incident. "It’s fine," you replied as you lifted the console, turning it so he could see the screen. "It’s Hello Kitty: Big City Dreams."

Kenma, who rarely showed more interest than necessary in other people's things, tilted his head a little and allowed his curiosity to peek through for a moment. "What’s it about?" he asked, his golden eyes focused on the screen.

You smiled at his interest. "You help Hello Kitty explore a city while completing small tasks, like decorating her apartment, organizing events, or helping other characters."

"I don’t get this," Kenma admitted, his usual calm tone now tinged with slight frustration as he fiddled with the console’s controls. The screen showed Hello Kitty walking through a vibrant, sunny beach map. The mission seemed simple: collect Pochacco’s surf gear and return it, but the prodigy player had spent at least five minutes searching for the floral-patterned surfboard that was missing.

Frowning, Kenma leaned the device closer to him, holding it so close to his face that it seemed like he was trying to decipher some hidden message in the pixels. His fingers moved skillfully over the controls, but his usual efficiency seemed to betray him this time.

"Where the hell is this damn board?" he muttered to himself, his eyes narrowing in absolute concentration.

"Kenma, it’s right there," you said calmly, pointing to the floral surfboard, partially hidden between two digital palm trees in the background of the map.

Kenma blinked and leaned closer to the screen. "Oh," he let out, his tone devoid of emotion but accompanied by a slight pursing of his lips, an almost imperceptible reaction that hinted at his mild frustration.

"Don’t tell me you didn’t see it?" you joked, unable to hide a smile as you watched his reaction.

"I was looking in the more logical areas," he replied serenely, as if his small slip-up were nothing more than a technical error in the game’s design. His fingers moved with skill, guiding Hello Kitty to the surfboard to complete the mission.

"Sure, sure," you commented, suppressing a smile as you watched him focus. "Well, anyway, good job."

Before you could say anything else, Coach Ukai's firm voice echoed through the gym. "It's time to go! Pack up, quickly!"

"Well, goodbye—" you began to say to Kenma, but your words got stuck in your throat when you felt an unexpected tug on your arm.

"Come on, we don't have all day," Tsukishima interrupted with his usual dry tone as he gently pulled you toward the exit. His grip wasn’t strong, but it was clear he had no intention of letting go.

"What the hell, Tsukishima? I can walk on my own!" you protested, turning to glare at him.

"It doesn’t look like it, with how distracted you were," he replied, unfazed, adjusting his pace so you could keep up.

Kenma, watching the scene, simply raised a hand in a gesture of farewell, his expression as calm as ever. "See you," he murmured before turning his attention back to the Nekoma team.

The walk to the station passed in an unusual silence, broken only by the dragging footsteps of the players and the occasional creak of a backpack being adjusted. They were exhausted, that much was clear, and even Hinata seemed to have run out of energy.

"Alright, let’s do a quick headcount to make sure no one’s left behind," Takeda-sensei announced, quickly organizing us into a line as he did the roll call. "Everyone’s here. Now listen: we’ll pair up for the train. It’ll be easier and less chaotic that way."

You quickly scanned the group for Hinata, your first choice for a partner, but your mood sank when you saw that he had already paired up with Kageyama. You watched as the redhead followed him like a puppy, seemingly immune to the setter’s intimidating aura.

"Who’s going to defend you when Kageyama gets on your case?" you thought with resignation as you watched the duo head toward the boarding line together.

You looked around again. Tanaka had teamed up with Ennoshita, and Nishinoya seemed to have latched onto Asahi like a koala. Even Yamaguchi, usually inseparable from Tsukishima, had paired with Kiyoko, who accepted with a kind smile.

Noticing Tsukishima standing a few steps away, seemingly unconcerned and without a partner, you hesitated for a moment. You knew his sharp attitude could be hard to handle, but you didn’t have many other options. You approached him with determination, standing in front of him.

"What, did no one want to team up with you?" you asked with an arched eyebrow, trying to hide the slight nervousness you felt.

Tsukishima looked up from his phone and gave you a calculating glance before shrugging. "Yamaguchi abandoned me," he replied in his typical indifferent tone, though there was an almost imperceptible hint of annoyance in his voice.

"Well, I guess that leaves me," you shot back, crossing your arms.

He let out a small sarcastic laugh and put his phone in his pocket. "I’m not carrying you, so keep up," he said as he started walking toward the line.

You decided not to respond, at least not out loud. You walked beside him as the team boarded the bullet train. To your surprise, the car wasn’t as crowded as you had feared, though the limited number of available seats still promised some problems.

Kiyoko, always efficient and with a serene aura that no one dared challenge, claimed one of the three free seats without opposition. Asahi, a little more awkward but equally determined, took the second seat before anyone else could claim it.

That left the last disputed seat, and just when you thought you might take it, Hinata appeared like a burst of energy, launching himself toward the same goal. The two of you ended up sitting down at the same time, nearly colliding in the process.

"This is my seat!" the redhead exclaimed, adjusting himself as if he had already won the contest.

"Excuse me? I got here first," you protested, pushing him slightly aside to reinforce your point.

The struggle caught the attention of the rest of the team, and before the situation could escalate, Coach Ukai intervened with a tired sigh. "Alright, we'll settle this the fairest way: rock, paper, scissors. Both of you stand up."

Although the method seemed childish, you agreed with little choice, just like Hinata, who had already raised his fist with enthusiasm. Three quick rounds later, the result was clear: you lost.

Hinata dropped triumphantly into the seat, a satisfied smile on his face as you crossed your arms, trying to hide your frustration. "Don’t get too excited," you said, rolling your eyes. "You’ll be asleep in two minutes."

With the match against Nekoma now behind you, and that chapter finally closed, you had the freedom to focus on a goal that required all your attention and effort: preparing for the auditions at the Kyoto University orchestra. It was a challenge that demanded not only dedication but also a deep connection to the music—something you were determined to achieve.

After an exhaustive search online, exploring pieces that were both impressive and attainable for your still-developing skills, you finally settled on a titanic work: Sergei Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3. Known for its complexity and unparalleled beauty, you knew that tackling this composition was a risky move, but the desire to push yourself and leave a mark wouldn't allow you to choose something less ambitious.

"Will it be a monumental challenge?" you asked yourself quietly while gazing at the freshly printed score. "Absolutely." But the thought of giving up didn’t even cross your mind.

You decided to dedicate the weekend to a thorough preliminary study. With a notebook by your side, a pencil in hand, and a steaming cup of tea to keep you awake, you immersed yourself in the 129 pages of the score. You didn’t want to rush to the keyboard right away; instead, you preferred to take your time unraveling the intricate web of notes and emotions Rachmaninoff had embedded in the work.

Each page revealed an ocean of details: ascending scales that seemed to defy the laws of gravity, chords that resonated like melancholic laments, and moments of technical virtuosity that left you breathless just imagining them. But you weren’t intimidated. Instead, you laid out a plan: break the piece into sections, tackle one at a time, and build your confidence slowly.

With three months left before the audition, you reminded yourself that progress, though slow, was inevitable if you remained consistent. You drew up a schedule in your planner, assigning specific days for technical analysis, emotional interpretation, and, eventually, full piano practice.

"You’ll make it," you whispered firmly, letting that promise guide your hands when they finally touched the keys.

Sunday afternoon faded into the silence of your room, where only the sound of your pencil on paper and the rustling of pages filled the air. You had fully immersed yourself in analyzing the first movement of Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 3. The contrast between D minor and D major, especially at the close of the movement, captured your attention. The transition was like a dialogue between the piano and orchestra, an exchange filled with tension and resolution that fascinated you with each new reading of the notes.

Your eyes tirelessly followed the lines of the staff, where the sixteenth notes and quarter notes seemed to dance in meticulous chaos. Each musical figure represented a challenge that demanded both intellect and emotion. "This is like learning a new language," you murmured, pushing a lock of hair away from your face as the pencil in your hand continued to scribble annotations in the margins of the score: "Highlight dynamics here," "Softer slurs," "Watch the tempo!"

The clock on your nightstand marked eleven with a faint glow in the dim light. You let out an involuntary yawn, loosening your grip on the pencil as you brought a hand to your tired eyes after hours of concentration. Your body was starting to crave rest, but your mind, trapped in a state of creative obsession, refused to relent. "I can handle a little more," you whispered to yourself, straightening your back with a determined sigh.

"Y/N..." You felt a slight movement on your shoulder that shook you out of your stupor, followed by an alarmed voice interrupting your dream: "Oh my God, a fire!"

You opened your eyes abruptly, clumsily sitting up from your desk, your heart leaping in your chest. You blinked several times, trying to clear the fog of sleep. The left side of your face felt hot and sore; apparently, you'd been resting it on the hard wooden desk longer than you thought. In front of you were Shoyo and Nayuta, both looking at you with a mix of amusement and concern.

"Did... did I fall asleep?" you asked, your voice hoarse and barely audible. You ran a hand over your face, mortified to find a trail of saliva at the corner of your mouth. You hurried to wipe it off as you looked around, trying to figure out what was happening. The room was completely empty, and the silence confirmed the obvious. "Did the class end?"

Shoyo let out a nervous chuckle, leaning a little closer to you. "Not only did the class end, it's already break time. You missed the end of the lesson, and the professor didn't even notice. Though..." he paused, pointing at your red, marked cheek, "...I think your desk felt it more than you did."

Nayuta, arms crossed, looked at you with a mix of exasperation and curiosity. "You were so deeply asleep that you didn't even notice the professor calling your name several times before leaving."

"Yeah," Shoyo confirmed, leaning in a little more to look at your scattered notes on the desk. "What's all this? Were you studying something important?"

"Just... practicing for an audition," you admitted, hurriedly organizing the sheet music and notebooks.

Nayuta raised an eyebrow. "Is it that absorbing that you fell asleep in the middle of class?"

"It's just..." you started, but the yawn that escaped your lips betrayed any attempt to sound convincing. You shrugged, resigned. "I didn't get any rest last night."

Shoyo smiled with that spark of energy that always seemed to follow him. "Well, you can make up for it now. Let's go to the cafeteria! The food will clear your mind."

Before you could protest, both grabbed your arms and guided you toward the door, while Nayuta muttered something about how dangerous it was to get too obsessed.

Finally, the three of you sat down at one of the tables near the doors. Each of you had a simple lunch tray in front of you, though you could barely focus on the food as you tried to shake off the weight of accumulated fatigue. The bustle of the cafeteria—the laughter and overlapping conversations of dozens of students—acted like an anchor, helping to clear the drowsiness from your mind.

Hinata got up shortly after, announcing his mission to get something to drink. Meanwhile, Nayuta remained seated in front of you, her feline eyes scanning the cafeteria with that calculating, carefree expression so typical of her. Her attention didn’t seem to be on the conversation, but that didn’t stop her from noticing every movement around her, as if nothing escaped her sharp gaze.

The sound of the tray being placed on the table announced Hinata's return, who, with his typical energy, dropped four small juice boxes onto the table. "I didn’t know which flavor you wanted, so I brought them all," he said, his cheerful tone as if he had just solved the biggest problem of the day.

You allowed yourself a small smile at his enthusiasm and took the peach juice. "Thanks, Shoyo," you murmured, opening the carton and bringing it to your lips.

Nayuta glanced at the remaining options before deciding on a strawberry one, while Hinata took the last for himself. "You should’ve chosen earlier," Nayuta commented with a teasing tone, noticing that Hinata ended up with grape juice, to which the redhead simply shrugged.

"It’s all good as long as it’s sweet," he replied, taking a sip without a care. Then he turned to you, resting his elbows on the table. "How’s your audition going? You look like you haven’t slept at all."

You sighed, leaving the juice on the table. "It’s a bit complicated, but I still have time to practice. I just... want to do it well."

"Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll make it," Nayuta said with a calm smile, taking a bite of her lunch. "Where’s it going to be? Maybe we can come watch to cheer you on," she added, her gaze shifting to Hinata for support.

"Yes! The guys could come too!" Hinata exclaimed enthusiastically, lightly tapping the table with both fists while drinking from his juice. His energy, as always, was contagious.

The gesture pulled a warm smile from you. "That would be really nice," you admitted, feeling how the support of your friends lightened the weight you carried. However, a small flicker of melancholy crossed your eyes. "But it won’t be here. My mom and I are traveling to Kyoto for the auditions. It'll be at the art university."

Nayuta raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Kyoto, huh? Sounds important. Do you have everything ready for the trip?"

"Well, we’re still organizing a few things," you explained, spinning the juice carton between your hands. "But I’ll make sure to record a video of the performance. And, of course, I’ll bring back some souvenirs."

Hinata leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "What kind of souvenirs? Food? Because you can always bring me something sweet," he joked with a radiant smile.

Nayuta let out an exasperated sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at him with narrowed eyes. "Always thinking about food, Hinata," she scolded with a tone that tried to sound stern, but couldn't quite hide the amusement in her voice. Then she turned to you, shaking her head slightly. "Bring me anything. I’ll be grateful either way," she added with a warm and sincere smile.

Hinata made an exaggerated grimace. "What? Am I the only one who cares about good food? Food is important! Plus, if you're going to Kyoto, you have to make the most of it," he protested, making Nayuta roll his eyes in response.

"Don’t worry," you replied, letting out a soft laugh at the interaction between your friends. "I’ll make sure to bring something for each of you. Though I can't promise it’ll be food, Hinata," you added with a playful tone, enjoying how his expression shifted to a mix of fake drama and resignation.

"Okay, but if you find something delicious, remember me!" he retorted, pointing at you as if sealing a pact.

"What if it’s something that melts on the way?" Nayuta interjected, raising an eyebrow with a challenging smile, defying Hinata’s expectations.

"Then... I’ll eat it anyway," Hinata replied without thinking, as if it were the most logical and natural answer, causing a round of laughter to erupt at the table.

The atmosphere felt lighter, a welcome relief and an opportunity to disconnect from responsibilities and simply enjoy the company.

When lunchtime finally ended, you headed to the music room. You had decided to use that hour after school to practice on the grand piano that the high school, fortunately, had in its inventory. After locating the teacher in charge, you approached her with a polite smile.

"Excuse me, Suzuki-sensei," you began, trying to sound as courteous as possible. "Would it be possible to use the music room after school for an hour? I’d like to practice."

The teacher, who had always been approachable, nodded without hesitation. "Of course, as long as you take care of the instrument. It’s one of the best we have, you know."

"Of course, I’ll treat it with the utmost care," you promised, feeling a mix of excitement and relief.

Author's note: guys Nayuta is a girl I assume the problem with her pronouns is because of the translator I use since I don't write the chapters in English!!