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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

Author's note: Lili means lily in Latin. I'll explain why I called her that in the next chapter.

“Ahh, I’m so exhausted,” Hinata exclaimed, letting out a long sigh as he walked beside you. His steps echoed softly against the asphalt, a contrast to the calmness surrounding you both.

“Sometimes you push yourself too hard,” you commented, adjusting the bag on your shoulder. Then, you reached out to adjust Hinata’s bag as well, the one you had insisted on carrying. Despite his initial protests, his exhaustion had finally won, and he accepted with a grateful smile.

The walk continued in comfortable silence. Finally, the two of you stopped in front of your house. The warm light of the sunset bathed the surroundings, casting long shadows and painting the sky in shades of orange and pink.

“See you tomorrow,” Hinata said with his usual enthusiasm, turning slightly to leave. But before he could take another step, your front door swung open.

“Oh, you’re back!” your mother exclaimed, her joy evident. Her eyes lit up as they landed on you, then shifted to Hinata, whose expression went from surprise to a friendly smile in a matter of seconds.

You looked at Hinata, waiting for his reaction. For a moment, he seemed to consider the invitation, but his expression left no room for doubt.

“Yes, ma’am!” he responded cheerfully, his voice full of energy despite his exhaustion.

Your mother nodded, satisfied, leaving the door open for both of you to enter. Hinata carefully placed his bike next to the entrance before stepping inside, quickly taking off his shoes and looking around with curiosity.

“It’s really cozy,” he commented with a genuine smile, as if trying to convey his appreciation for the homely atmosphere.

“Thanks. I hope you like my mom’s cooking—she always makes way too much, so get ready,” you warned as you set the bags aside and joined him.

“Perfect! I’m starving,” Hinata declared, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Before you could reply, the sound of quick footsteps coming down the stairs caught both your attention. Your sister appeared in the living room in a hurry, clearly about to say something but abruptly stopping when she noticed Hinata.

“Oh?” the redhead muttered, his eyes darting quickly between you and your sister. Surprise crossed his face as he pointed accusingly. “You have a twin! And you didn’t tell me?”

You raised an incredulous brow. “Me? But you were at the practice match against Seijoh. I thought you saw her with me!”

Hinata frowned, trying to remember, but quickly shook his head. “I was too focused on the game! I didn’t have time to notice something like that!”

“Sure, sure,” you replied, crossing your arms with a faint smile. Then, you nodded toward your sister. “Anyway, now you’ve met her. Don’t make such a big deal out of it.”

With that, you turned toward the stairs. “I’m going to change. You two can take the time to introduce yourselves,” you added before heading up quickly, leaving Hinata in the middle of the living room with your sister.

“I’m Hinata Shoyo. Nice to meet you,” the redhead introduced himself with a deep bow, his tone brimming with enthusiasm.

“I’m Y/S/N, but you can call me Lili,” your sister replied, returning the bow with a friendly smile. She gestured toward the living room. “Come on, take a seat.”

As they settled on the couch, Lili added casually, “I saw you play against Seijoh. It was entertaining to watch.”

“Really? Thank you so much,” Hinata responded with a bright smile, clearly flattered by the compliment. He fidgeted slightly on the couch, swinging his legs with energy before asking, genuinely curious, “Hey, why don’t you study with Y/N? I always thought twins did everything together.”

Lili let out a light laugh, crossing one leg over the other as she looked at him with amusement. “It’s a common idea, but it’s not always like that. We have different interests and schedules. Besides, I think it’d be chaos if we were together all the time.”

Hinata tilted his head, thoughtful as he processed her response. “Hmm... I guess that makes sense. Do you like Aoba Johsai?” he asked, his tone curious and genuine.

“Yeah, the school’s pretty good,” Lili replied with a smile, getting up from her seat with an easy grace. She walked over to the cabinet by the TV, opening one of the drawers naturally. After a few moments of searching, she pulled out a deck of Uno cards and held them up in front of Hinata. “Wanna play?” she offered, her gaze filled with a friendly challenge.

Hinata’s eyes lit up instantly, and he leaned forward on the couch. “Of course! But I warn you, I’m very competitive,” he replied, accepting the cards with enthusiasm.

Lili chuckled softly as she returned to the couch, shuffling the cards skillfully before dealing them. “Perfect. I love a good challenge,” she said, her tone firm yet playful.

“Uno!” Lili exclaimed with clear excitement, her voice ringing out from the living room.

The sound of her victory made you walk quickly toward them, and just as you entered, you saw Hinata dramatically slump over the back of the couch with a look of utter defeat.

“What!? Again!?” the redhead protested, throwing his pile of cards onto the table with a mix of disbelief and frustration.

“You’re really bad at this,” Lili commented, resting her elbows on the table and looking at him with a victorious smile. Then, noticing your presence, she straightened up a bit. “Finally! You took too long upstairs. Come, play with us,” she invited, motioning to a spot on the couch beside them.

You opened your mouth to respond, but your mother’s energetic call from the kitchen interrupted you: “Dinner’s ready! Y/N, help your sister set the table.”

Lili rolled her eyes lightly, standing up with a mix of resignation and grace. “Looks like the game will have to wait,” she said, quickly gathering the cards.

Dinner started swiftly and efficiently, as if it were a perfectly rehearsed family ritual. Carefully, you helped your mother place the dishes on the table, ensuring everything was in its place. Hinata settled next to you, while Lili took her seat across, with your parents at the heads of the table.

“Enjoy your meal!” echoed in unison before the sound of cutlery began filling the room.

Hinata, with curious and bright eyes, stared at the dish in front of him. The mix of exotic aromas seemed to capture all his attention. Finally, he took a bite, and his expression immediately changed, lighting up with pure satisfaction.

“Ma’am, this is amazing!” he exclaimed, practically melting into his chair with delight after the first bite.

Your mother smiled with a rare hint of pride. “I’m glad you like it, Hinata. Don’t hesitate to ask for more once you finish your plate,” she replied, leaning slightly toward him with a warm gesture.

You watched the scene with a mix of amusement and resignation. Really? She’s never looked at me like that when I tell her I like her food, you thought, taking another bite.

Hinata continued praising every bite with contagious sincerity, his words almost poetic in their devotion to the flavors unfolding on his palate.

Your mother, visibly pleased, sat up a little straighter with each compliment. Her smile was wide and radiant, as if the redhead’s praises were the highest recognition she could receive.

Lili, not missing the opportunity, joked through her laughter: “Shoyo, if you keep this up, you’ll end up adopted by this family.”

Hinata didn’t miss a beat, leaning forward slightly with an enthusiastic grin. “Really? That would be amazing! I could eat this every day,” he replied, without a hint of sarcasm, his tone as lively as ever.

His response drew a round of laughter around the table. Even your father, usually more reserved, let out a quiet chuckle as he shook his head.

The sharp sound of the whistle echoed once again across the field, signaling the end of another round of jogging under the scorching sun. The occasional breeze barely did anything to relieve the suffocating heat that enveloped them. Although you were grateful to be outdoors, the heat seemed inescapable, and every step felt like a greater challenge.

“Come on, ladies, don’t fall behind!” the coach bellowed, his authoritative tone bouncing off the pavement as he pointed emphatically at you and Nayuta, who had slowed their jog to a lazy pace.

“This damn fat bastard…” your friend muttered, pushing the sweat-drenched bangs from her forehead as she shot an irritated glance at the coach. “And look at that idiot,” she added, pointing to Hinata, who was running with boundless energy and a smile that seemed immune to exhaustion. “Always so cheerful, it gets on my nerves.”

“How the hell does he have so much energy in this heat? It should be illegal,” you added, using your hand as a visor to block the sun that was burning your face.

The whistle blew again, this time signaling the start of the much-awaited five-minute break. With timing that seemed rehearsed, you and Nayuta made your way to the nearest bench, conveniently positioned under a generous shadow. Hinata was already there, with his trademark carefree demeanor, enthusiastically drinking water.

You didn’t bother looking for another spot; you simply collapsed heavily next to him, letting your head rest on his lap, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Hinata, surprised at first, just let out a brief laugh before going back to hydrating.

“You know there’s an entire bench for you, right?” he joked, glancing down with a mix of amusement and resignation.

“I’m too tired to bother finding another spot,” you replied without lifting your head, closing your eyes as you tried to catch your breath.

Nayuta, unfazed, sat at the opposite end of the bench, casually lifting your feet and placing them on her lap while she unscrewed her water bottle. “One of these days, you’re going to become a total burden,” she said sarcastically, though her tone didn’t hide the underlying friendship.

“I already am,” you responded with a weak smile, stretching slightly as the exhaustion began to ease thanks to the shade.

“I hate this subject,” Nayuta said spontaneously, dropping her empty water bottle next to her feet. No sooner had she finished speaking than the whistle blew again, causing her to clench her fists and mutter a couple of inaudible curses.

“Everyone to the field! The one who completes the most laps will earn three extra points,” the coach announced with a mix of enthusiasm and authority. His statement was enough to grab everyone’s attention, and they quickly started stretching and preparing for the next round.

Despite your exhaustion, you knew you couldn’t afford to ignore this opportunity. Those points were crucial for maintaining your perfect average, and even though the idea of walking again tempted you, you refused to compromise your academic record for a simple gym class.

Following Hinata and the others’ example, you began doing your warm-up exercises. You watched as the redhead stretched his arms and legs with unstoppable energy, while Nayuta, though less enthusiastic, also got ready. Finally, the screech of the whistle marked the start of the competition, and your legs moved almost on their own, pushing you forward.

At first, you pushed yourself as hard as you could, trying to keep up with the pace. However, it didn’t take long before you realized that even your best effort wasn’t enough to catch up with your classmates. Nayuta, who had been complaining just a few minutes ago, was now running a few meters ahead of you, throwing you a mocking glance over her shoulder.

The sun seemed to have increased its intensity, and every step felt heavier than the last. In the distance, you could see Hinata leading the group, his small yet dynamic figure moving with an agility that seemed unreachable.

“How does he do it?” you thought as you tried to maintain your pace. However, despite the fatigue, the thought of those three extra points kept pushing you to move forward, even though each stride reminded you just how much you hated this class.

Finally, you stopped beside the coach, bending forward as you rested your hands on your knees and tried to catch your breath. Your heavy breathing seemed louder than the murmur of your classmates in the background. With your forearm, you wiped the sweat from your forehead, leaving a stain on the fabric.

“Two laps in fifteen minutes,” the coach said in a neutral tone, jotting it down on his clipboard. He looked up and added, with a slight smile, “Well done, Y/N. You earned the points.”

“Thanks,” you managed to say between gasps, slowly straightening up. Though you were exhausted, the satisfaction of completing the challenge gave you a small spark of pride.

You walked toward the exit, where Nayuta and Hinata were waiting with your belongings. Nayuta was the first to speak, clearly enjoying the moment. "Congrats, you lasted less than last time," she commented with a mocking smile, handing you your water bottle.

"Don’t be so hard on her! At least she finished the laps," Hinata intervened, smiling with his usual energy. "And those extra points are yours. That’s what matters, right?”

You looked at him, assessing whether his words were genuine or just a way to minimize your suffering, but the sincerity on his face was enough to calm you down a little. You sighed, letting your shoulders slump.

"I guess you’re right... but I still hate this class," you admitted, which caused both of them to laugh.

Together, you started walking toward the locker rooms, the breeze now cooler, carrying away the weight of exhaustion.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the school day. You quickly gathered your things, avoiding any distractions. With a brief smile, you told Hinata you'd catch up with him later in the gym before rushing toward the music room, eager to enjoy that space you had claimed for yourself.

When you arrived, you gently pushed the door open, and the silence of the room enveloped you like a warm embrace. There was the grand piano, imposing and elegant, waiting for you. You carefully took the sheet music from your folder, placing it on the stand. You sat in front of the instrument, letting the softness of the seat help you focus as your fingers grazed the keys with reverence.

You took a deep breath and began. At first, the music flowed easily. Your fingers glided gracefully, almost as if the piano and you shared a secret language. Each note resonated with precision, filling the room with melodies you had practiced mentally for weeks.

However, as you moved forward, the familiarity began to fade. The next notes, which you had memorized so diligently, seemed hazy in your mind. You stopped for a moment, letting the sound of the last note fade into the air, while your fingers trembled slightly on the keys.

You frowned, closing your eyes to try to visualize the sheet music in your head. You took a deep breath, remembering the long hours you had dedicated to this piece. "I can do this," you whispered to yourself, as if the piano could hear your determination.

You placed your hands back on the keys, determined to try again. This time, you chose a slower rhythm, focusing on each movement, as if you could imprint each note in your memory more clearly.

However, frustration began to set in. "Stupid, stupid," you murmured in your native language, silently chastising yourself. The practice time was almost over, and you hadn't managed to get past the middle of the piece. It was as if your mind refused to process the remaining notes, blocked by an invisible barrier.

"God!" you exclaimed, letting out your frustration with a sudden strike on the keys. The dissonant echo of the sound filled the room, but before you could react, the lid of the piano fell sharply onto your fingers.

The pain was immediate and sharp. You mustered all your strength to keep from screaming, but you couldn’t prevent a groan of pain from escaping your lips. "Auh... auh..." you murmured as you pulled your injured hand away and held it against your chest. You gently massaged your fingers, now red and showing the first signs of bruising on your skin.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm the burn and hold back the tears that threatened to spill. You looked at your aching fingers, frustration mixing with the physical pain that seemed to mock your efforts. "Perfect," you whispered sarcastically, as if the universe had decided to pile on to your already complicated practice.

Finally, you stood up from the seat, gathering the sheet music with a mixture of resignation and frustration. With a sigh, you closed the piano more carefully this time, making sure not to make another mistake. When you picked up your phone, you noticed the timer still showed three minutes remaining. You turned it off with a quick motion, as if doing so could silence the disappointment you felt.

You walked silently toward the gym, letting the echo of your footsteps accompany you. As you got closer, the familiar sounds began to fill the air: the squeak of shoes on the floor, the rhythmic bounce of the ball, and the lively voices of the players.

"You’re late," Coach Ukai commented as soon as you crossed the door. His tone was more of an observation than a reproach, but it still made you feel guilty.

"Sorry," you apologized, leaning your back against the wall near the entrance. Slowly, you sank down to sit on the floor, feeling the weight of the day's exhaustion on your body. "Just give me a moment," you asked quietly.

Your legs, still sore from the physical activity that morning, seemed to tremble under the weight of exhaustion. Added to that was the burn and sharp pain in your fingers, which throbbed as if they wanted to remind you of your earlier recklessness. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to regain your composure and gather strength for the rest of the day.

The cold of the floor provided temporary relief from the fatigue that coursed through your body. Using your backpack as an improvised pillow, you curled up on your side, turning your back on the activity echoing in the gym. You closed your eyes, hoping that the growing headache would subside, at least enough to let you enjoy a few minutes of peace.

Without warning, something gently hit your back. It was the ball, which had rolled off the court. With a resigned sigh, you slowly turned around, extending your hand to pick it up. Just as your fingers touched the rough, worn surface of the ball, another hand landed on it at the same time.

The sudden brush of his hand against yours surprised you, but what really caught your attention was the way Tsukishima focused on your bruised fingers. His usually indifferent expression took on a hint of mild concern as his long fingers wrapped around yours with an unexpected gentleness.

"What happened to you?" he asked in a neutral tone, though the way he raised an eyebrow suggested some curiosity. His golden-brown eyes moved between the reddish and purple marks that stained your fingers, as if he were trying to decipher the story behind them.

The gesture was unexpected, almost surprising, and for a moment, you froze, feeling his thumbs trace small circles on the purple marks that adorned your hands. Despite trying to stay calm, a slight tremor ran through your body, and you cursed yourself for showing such an obvious reaction.

"Just a little accident, nothing serious," you confessed, trying to downplay it.

"Nothing serious, huh?" His voice was lower now, as if he were evaluating every word that came out of your mouth, every facet of your behavior. The sarcasm, so typical of him, had faded, replaced by a curiosity you couldn't tell was genuine or just part of his fake concern.

You looked away for a moment, feeling the pressure of his gesture on your hands, as if he were waiting for you to say something more. But when you didn't respond immediately, Tsukishima sighed and, with a casual motion, slowly withdrew his hands from yours. However, the sensation of his touch lingered for a moment, as if he had left an invisible mark on you, much deeper than any visible bruise.

"If you don't want to talk about it, that's fine," he said, returning to his usual tone. "But you should probably put some ice on it." He then stood up, grabbed the ball, and went back to the court.

You watched Tsukishima walk away, the sound of the ball bouncing on the floor accompanying his steps. A light confusion took over you as you watched his figure move further. The way he had behaved with you didn't match the image you had of him until now. Not that he had never been polite, but that softness, that implied concern he had shown, was a new nuance you didn’t know how to process.

Your mind began to wander, searching for an answer that simply wouldn't come. "What’s gotten into him?" you thought quietly. The question hung in the air, an unease that clung to you as you tried to make sense of that interaction, so out of place.

The fact that he had suggested something as simple as ice, that small show of care, left you strangely unsettled. "Polite, yes... but this goes beyond that," you thought. You weren't sure whether to feel grateful for the gesture or suspicious.

You refocused on the pain in your fingers, gently massaging them with your fingertips, mimicking the gesture Tsukishima had made. Despite the discomfort of the situation, part of you had felt relief when he did it; that subtle pressure had released the tension that had built up. "It felt better when he did it." However, realizing what you were thinking, surprise washed over you, and you quickly pushed the thought out of your mind.

"What am I saying?" you scolded yourself silently, quickly opening your eyes as if you wanted to immediately clear the confusion that had overtaken you. The discomfort grew inside you, a knot in your stomach that you couldn't ignore. Not only had you focused more on the feeling of relief than the actual pain, but you had started to think about Tsukishima in a way that was not only unexpected but uncomfortable.

Shifting your gaze toward the ceiling, you tried to calm yourself, taking a deep breath. "It's just the exhaustion," you told yourself, looking for a logical explanation for your body's inexplicable reaction. It could have been the accumulated fatigue of the day, or maybe the fact that you'd never received such a considerate gesture from him.

You stood up with determination, deciding to leave behind that strange sensation and the procrastination that threatened to creep into your mind. You walked over to Coach Ukai, who was watching the players on the court, and sat next to him on the bench, making an effort to appear calm.

"Are you okay?" the coach asked, his gaze attentive, perhaps noticing something in your demeanor. His voice sounded concerned, but not probing.

"I'm great," you replied with the most natural smile you could muster, giving a thumbs-up in an exaggerated gesture.

[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!!)

if you enjoyed this, please consider checking out my masterlist!

and following maybe 😋 

btw requests are always welcome!! id love to write stuff for you guys <3

have a lovely morning/afternoon/night!!

🏷️ :: @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: coming soon(est) !

taglist: open ! comment on this post to be added, thank yaur. will appreciate an inbox, but in regards to commenting, please refrain from commenting on shifts (chapters).

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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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[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

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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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[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.

[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.”

[b1xi]

───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

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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.

[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.

[yunwangja]

faultline | actually REAL friends

masterlist

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 !

taglist: @lvtilzs @uraviriot

[offbrandkyoya]

[19]

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I love kageyama so much I’m gonna kms

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

Dw! We’re so back (hopefully)

@karma-gisa @cosmiicdust @abcdefghijklmzopqrstuvwxyz @writing-for-the-hell-of-it @xmagik @tnazips @zhochikennugget @makkir0ll @asp7n @hrkdlsjz @lucky-chars @azharyy @gigiiiiislife @ahnneyong @rouzuchan @bakarinnie @djmoyolehuani @rinheartshyunlix @weirdowithaphone @luvvmae @diorzs @stefnarda @ilovecandys2010 @samvagejkflxhrt @fishrene @goldenchildee @empress-pug-pug @muskratlove @krak-jj

[19calicos]

tea for two – kiyoko shimizu ༉‧₊˚.

introducing: cult of kiyoko

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more:

𖥔 kiyoko was worried that she wouldn't know a lot of people in tokyo! so she's very glad that a lot of familiar faces will be there

𖥔 hinata was the one who made kageyama's twitter #kagehina #veryromantic

𖥔 yachi and noya live by themselves, and hinata and kageyama are living together at the moment. hinata just moved to tokyo from brazil 2 weeks before, so he's still in the "wow in brazil this is what ____ was like" and "its not the same as brazil" phase

𖥔 noya impulsively came up with the gc name ... but honestly it works because if kiyoko needs anything, all members of that gc are at her beck and call

𖥔 kiyoko's eyeball closeup wip is from yoshitomo nara's 2007 painting hothouse doll, which is part of a larger installation, berlin barrack, room 1 !

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[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 >_<