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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.

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noyasmashing · 8 months ago

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Asking Haikyuu!! Characters Out

CW: Nishinoya, Hinata, Yamaguchi, Kenma, Sugawara, lots of blushing, no nsfw this time!

A/N: Been dying to write about more Kenma so ofc I had to sneak him in there

Nishinoya: If Nishinoya had a crush on you, he'd be completely delusional about it, and to make matters worse, Tanaka would only encourage him. Did you ask him what day it was in class? Yep, according to him, you're head over heels but too shy to admit it.

And despite all his bravado, he'd be utterly taken aback if you asked him out on a date. Picture red ears, stuttering words, and avoiding your gaze out of sheer nerves.

Once you're deep in conversation on your date, he'd start with the cheesiest pickup lines. If you happened to bite your lip, he'd insist on kissing it better. I wouldn't be surprised if this man proposed to you with a candy ring pop.

But when it's just the two of you, his confident façade would vanish. He'd become all whiny and desperate for your touch. Pinning him against a wall and kissing him would literally make his knees buckle.

Yamaguchi: While Yamaguchi tends to be shy around others, he can become quite chatty when you catch him alone without Tsukishima around. I have a feeling he'd be really into J-pop/K-pop, so if you share that interest, you guys would hit it off instantly.

When you started talking more, he might have assumed it was because you liked Tsukishima. But if you were to ask him on a date? Oh boy, he'd be giggling all shyly.

Of course, he'd probably suggest going to a cafe or an arcade. A cafe date would feel incredibly romantic to him—sitting across from you, sipping a warm latte, engaging in good conversation—it would make him weak in the knees.

Walking him home after and planting a kiss on his lips would catch him off guard. He'd be nervous, worried you might think he's inexperienced and tease him, so he'd try to act like he knows what he's doing.

But if you were to place a hand on his hip and deepen the kiss, he'd pull away, confessing that he likes you so much, and he’s scared that you might not like him back if he’s a bad kisser.

Hinata: Even if Hinata was head over heels for you, that poor boy can be incredibly clueless. Lost in the world of volleyball, if you suggest doing something together, he might just ask you to set for him. 🤦‍♀️

Later on, when someone finally clues him in that you were hinting at something romantic, he'd feel so bad! He'd show up at your desk with your favorite drink and candy in hand, suggesting to go downtown for some fun shopping!

When you guys do go out in public, he'd get incredibly bashful if you wanted to hold his hand. A cool, pretty person like you wanting to hold him?? He'd be over the moon. When you two lock hands or even just link pinkies, he'd feel so calm and secure, never wanting to let go.

Kenma: Kenma could be silently obsessed with you for years without saying a word. It'd be incredibly hard to read him, making it tough to decide whether to make a move.

But when you finally do, he'd give you the warmest smile that instantly erases any doubts you had. However, being shy, he'd prefer to do something at home.

He'd absolutely love baking with you! Creating silly cakes resembling Minecraft or another video game he's into would be a blast for him, and it'd be quite humorous too!

Once your creations are ready for tasting, he'd become shy if you tried to feed him. He couldn't help feeling mushy and embarrassed as he opened his lips for a bite. And if you swiped frosting off his cheek? His whole face would turn red, and he'd want to curl up into a ball.

Sugawara: Sugawara often struggles with feeling like less of a teammate for not being in the starting lineup. So, receiving special attention from someone as attractive and cool in his eyes as you would completely blow his mind.

If you were to ask him to spend quality time together? He'd plan the sweetest little picnic and nature walk. On the outside, he'd act chill and fun, but deep down, he'd be freaking out.

And if you casually complimented him? Oh boy, his face would turn as red as Tendo's hair, trying not to lose his cool. The way you praise him so casually, as if he should know how amazing he is, makes him feel incredibly special. He'd just want to be wrapped in your arms while you showered him with kisses all over.

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