#hinata comfort

[hajihiko]

Nice night 🌘

[liquidcatt]

Even though he’s spent years being a professional volleyball player, his hands were oh so gentle. From the way he held you close while sleeping, to the way he softly cupped your face, wiping away your tears, to the way he held your hand, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. He makes it better by kissing them to show you how much love he has for you. And you wouldn’t have it any other way

Hinata, Bokuto, Ushijima, Kageyama, Atsumu, Suna, Kiyoomi, Oikawa, Tsukishima, Hoshiumi (+ your fav)

[barack-fa]

@mars-ipan thank you so much for the ideas. It's your fault they look like this!!! ❤ you made them do this hope you uh hope you like it hahah. hah

they're so ugly. they're so perfect for each other..... . ......... I love them....

[cherrysurf]

Winning you back

-where the haikyu boys try to win back you there ex gf.

-contains; daichi, suga, hinata, kageyama, kenma, kuroo, suna, osamu

Daichi; This man is a cop BEST FUCKING BELIEVE hes out patrolling by your usual bars definitely not on purpose to watch over you, so of course you coming out a bar hammered and ready to head home but your friends wanting you drag you to another bar you quickly look for an alibi and who was the best one the cop that was standing right behind you “uh huh no can do this officer said he’d arrest me if i went to another bar right sir” you say slurring your words a bit “that’s right ma’am” the voice sounding awfully familiar till you turn around and see daichi which made your cheeks turn painfully red not just from the alcohol now.. “w-well come on you know the way back to my house let’s go.” you say flustered but really can’t back down now “alright let’s go missy want me to carry you like i used too can you walk home?” he said, smirking very much enjoying this. “carry me.” you whispered “huh? I can't hear you, can you say it louder?” he asked cupping his ear as if to mock you “oh whatever daichi i can walk” you say pushing past him to walk ahead, when you feel strong buff arms pick you up “it’s Mr.daichi to you tonight yn.” he said laughing you roll your eyes and scoff.

sugawara; THIS MAN he is pulling out the “oh the kids wanted me to bring this to you they said they miss you dropping off my lunches and saying hi” because of course you still kept in contact after the breakup because he was mature on it and it was just because you guys were so close and you had formed a bond with his students so imagine how excited him and the kids get when you come in a week later bringing suga lunch “OOOO MISS YN IS BACKKKK” they all say, safe to say suga knew he had you back into his life after that day

hinata; this man is PERSISTENT he’d send you tickets for all his home games even if you guys aren’t talking and then one fateful night it was a big important game for hinata that you had knew about before you two had ended things so you decided to show up and wear his jersey in support, the tickets he’d always give you were up close to the court so if you ever did show up he’d know. Imagine the look on his face when he saw you, he was already feeling down and was actually starting to give up hope on any idea of you coming back together. that all changed after he saw you not just being there but wearing his jersey at that, safe to say he showed off and won and took you out to dinner as a “thank you” gift.

kageyama; I know everyone writes kageyama nonchalant but imagine YEARNING KAGEYAMA with me for a sec this man is sending you flowers every other week the first time he sent you them with a note a attached to it saying “even if we’re not together i refuse to have your flower vase empty so let me take care of that for you.” and it’s never the same flowers it’s always perfect curated ones for every week or two that somehow perfectly aligned with your mood, maybe it’s because he still follows you on instagram even if you have him on follow back because he cares about you, so it’s your birthday week and the wave of presents you get from this man ALONE was insane and then on your birthday you wake up to tons of tags and mentions but one stuck out specifically it was from kageyama's instagram on his VERY PUBLIC might i add it’s a picture of you but not your face showing with a small sentence saying “happy birthday ml i’ll never stop caring for you” safe to say that night you went out to a birthday dinner with him.

kuroo; you and him ended on good terms and also because you two had booked a trip before you two had broken up that you still decided to go on, you thinking it was a simple get together for break maybe even going off to do your own things at the place but for kuroo it was a week long of “how to get yn back” it involved romantic dates, walks on the beach, impressing you, dressing up, compliments alamode the whole nine. Which worked out successfully because by the time you guys came back he was already talking about getting engaged.

kenma; You two wouldn’t have been on speaking terms for about 3 weeks until you noticed an invite sent to you on discord to join a minecraft world, you being bored and curious click on it and find that he made an ENTIRE world dedicated to you and saying sorry, i kid you not even minutes later you get a knock at your door, as you look down you find a gift basket for all your favorite snacks, gift cards from various of your favorite stores, v-bucks and a cute apologetic note. You know kenma knows that he's probably lingering around the area in his car. That’s when you text him “doors unlock come inside let’s 1v1 i know you brought your gaming stuff.” and that he did, NOT EVEN 5 minutes later you hear a knock and kenma with a smile and arms full of his gaming stuff.

suna; he’d take a different approach to getting you back because as serious as he was he was always super funny so imagine your reaction when you hear music coming from your front yard while it was raining to find suna with a boombox over his head blasting your favorite song, you ended up recording this whole ordeal and sending it to atsumu and osamu since they needed some blackmail after countless years of blackmail suna had on them, by the second repeat of the song you had called him to come inside and gave him a warm cup a tea as you laugh about the situation and he gets spammed by texts from the miyas about how stupid it was of him to do this he didn’t care because he was wrapped up in your blanket, with your tea you made for him, and was gonna stay at your house because the rain only got worse after that.

osamu; It’s been about a week of no contact even though neither of you had mentioned it, it was killing you both. Anyways it was the first day of your period and you were craving his cooking because you fully believed it was the only thing that healed you from cramps as you were about to head out for the convenient store to find something to suppress your cravings that’s until you see him at your door which startled you a bit “gosh osamu you scared me what are you doing here?” you asked confused yet happy “uhm i still had your period tracker on my phone..NOT IN A WEIRD WAY i promise i just forgot to delete it and i know how you usually like my food on the first day since it’s your worst day so i'd figure id stop by..” he said nervously “well..you guess right i was gonna go to the store if you wanna come we can get groceries so you can cook i don’t have anything right now” you say happy inside that he came to your rescue “okay i'll drive.” he says happily to weasel his way back into his pretty ex gfs life

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kageyama flirting with tall!ace!reader [final part]

lots of volleyball-action in this one. was kind of a palette cleanser for me, i know it's pretty niche but oh well :P

warnings. nsfw-ish at the end, minors DNI

details. fem!reader / tall!reader / pining!kageyama / kageyama is horrible with girls / fluffy + a little angsty / kageyama is intimidating / a pick-up game / very passionate kissing / PDA / making out / ws!reader / kageyama setting for you / oikawa's sister!reader / nervous!kageyama / nishinoya loves you / hinata loves you / 3.8k words

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"We're seriously playing against a girl?" Tsukishima yawned.

He was carelessly glancing around, hands deep in his pockets, as you entered the Karasuno gym with your clingy chauffeur.

Kageyama's nose wrinkled at his assertion. The foul expression on his face as he rolled up his sleeves was about to give way to some even nastier words.

His complaining was completely baseless on the surface. It was a voluntary pick-up game, not a formal practice.

The scheming, calculated look to Kageyama was a more appropriate reasoning for his shitty remarks, not the notion that he had anything against girls, or you.

"With," Daichi corrected with a grin, patting Tsukishima's shoulder with a firmness that expressed more of a, 'Shut the fuck up and be respectful, you brat,' kind of strength.

Kageyama couldn't quite catch Hinata from sprinting away to greet you, once he caught sight of you across the gymnasium floor. The thought to run after him was quickly stifled when you smiled at his presence. It drained all of the courage out of him. He shuddered.

The shorter of the two was convinced you were already best friends, mind a little clouded by something close to infatuation and the notion that you were the coolest player he had ever watched before.

"You okay?" Suga peeked up at him.

He was carefully monitoring Kageyama after he noticed how quiet he was being in the changing room, "You look a little pale."

Thankfully, your brother was only there to drop you off. Toru warned you to be safe -emphasis on safe- and left with a disgusted squint (directed towards the team, inside), unable to stay for the whole game.

You and Hinata were on your way to formally greet them. Kageyama's gaze narrowed at him, already your favorite- he said something, big and animated, to make you laugh.

He crossed his arms, sinking further into their bubble of players, but it did nothing to muffle his nervous shiver. Daichi shouldered him back forward with a smirk. Something like Captain's Intuition told him that their fearless setter wouldn't be so shy for 'no reason.'

Tsukishima snickered, "I think he's nervous."

Hinata took the liberty of introducing you.

"Nice to meet all of you," You greeted Daichi in particular, sparing smaller looks to everyone. "Hello," You said quieter with nod to Kageyama, because you had spoken to him before.

But the guy looked like he wanted to kill you, so you kept your interactions with him short, after that.

Everybody else was incredibly kind and accommodating; they were especially curious about the differences between men's and women's volleyball. The anxiety of your little pickup game became a distant memory thanks to how friendly the team was. They were ecstatic for the chance to play, the opportunity to meet a new person who (reportedly, for most of them) was a good asset, and to all be together.

It was easier to pretend as though you were not a good player until you could back it up. No need to get everybody's hopes up, if you were somehow off your game today.

After all, Hinata did enough bragging for you about what he had seen that weekend at the tournament, leaving the whole team captivated through warming up- how you broke through Date Tech's, "-Lady Iron Wall like WHAM-BUH-BAM-!!"

You laughed under your hand at his recreation.

"She broke some girl's fingers, too," Kageyama tacked on.

Daichi and Azumane shared a startled look. You didn't notice because you were too busy trying to decipher why Kageyama felt so inclined to vouch for you. He avoided your inquisitive stare.

"Got a penalty for the team," You muttered to yourself, "Wasn't worth it--."

Hinata was quick, "How could you say that?!"

"Was she okay?" Azumane asked at the same time.

Kageyama answered for you, "She was fine."

"Ohh, that's good."

Hinata reminded himself of your other skills, getting all caught up in his own excitement:

"You wouldn't have been able to finish out with your serve if that didn't happen!"

You were hardly warming up anything other than your maximum capacity for conversation at this point.

Though the others looked interested in what he meant, you refused to elaborate. You just wanted to play a game. A game free from expectation, for once.

The line-up had you, Kageyama, Daichi, Tsukishima, Azumane, and Ennoshita on the same team. You were playing Hinata, Suga, Nishinoya, Tanaka, Kinoshita, and Yamaguchi.

It was a smooth game for the first five points, each- you didn't call a ball for a long time because you were just trying to get a feel of the team dynamics, keep up with their timing. They had their unique pace, thanks to all the time they spent practicing together.

You were intimidated, too- just a bit. It didn't help that Kageyama wasn't nearly as friendly as your own setter.

It felt like you were playing in a cage for a while, wishing your setter was different, trying to make yourself smaller. Suga seemed much nicer on the other side of the net.

That didn't last for long. Making your presence less than wasn't a strong suit, and despite all the roadblocks, you could never not have a great time playing a game of volleyball.

You were laughing at Hinata's excited celebration at finally getting past Tsukishima's block.

"How'd ya like that, Gumby?!"

Tanaka's laughter was decisively loud- pissing Tsukishima off so bad you could feel the heat radiating off of him.

"Chill out, Hinata!" Suga's soft warning stalled his dancing.

You held your shoulder and swung your arm, trying to get the socket warmer for your turn to serve. You got to your spot and started your little routine. There was no timer, no whistle, but you didn't need it.

"Alriiight!" Somebody called.

Toss, step, step- jump-- WHAM!

It was a point for the team, a very excited, animated team, but it didn't satisfy you. The next one you didn't want to waste on something so easy.

You pointed with conviction, right to Nishinoya. He had been saving impossible balls all-game.

"You better get this up!"

A symphony of giggly 'Ooh's. He geared up to your provocation with a determined shout, the only one who looked genuinely excited about it.

He got it in play after one more successful serve.

Ball in the air, you ran onto court, a little more confident, a little more ready for the challenge. You took your spot with easy pride.

The players around you trusted you more after that- you felt the calmness in the air even as Daichi dug a difficult ball. It got to Kageyama at an awkward angle, but now was better than never.

"I'm open!" You called.

There was no hesitation in his pass. It was a safe set, high and close to the net. You leaped after it.

The ball appeared against your hand so quick, hitting your palm but leaving you with an uncertainty akin to the like of some smoke and mirrors trick. It stole all of the power in your spike. Less than a second's decision left you barely tipping the ball just over Tanaka's hand, as you were already coming down from the height of your jump.

The successful point was secondary. You stared at your palm, where you felt it, standing next to the net.

When you looked at the floor in front of you, through to the other side, you were staring down at Nishinoya. The team behind you was cheering.

"Nice feint!"

You grinned at their enthusiasm, appreciative but not focused on it, as you locked eyes with Kageyama.

He was looking back at you as if you were about to tear into him; guarded and braced up, that little frown he always wore super prominent now. You huffed out a laugh at his endearing, grumpy exterior and closed the distance, watching him grow infinitely more bristly as you put a friendly arm around his back.

"Dude-," Your amusement grew, "The fuck you been holding out on me for?"

His gaze bounced around the authenticity in your eyes, a horrible blush across his neck when you patted his shoulders and took your spot back. The next to serve was up.

He was well aware that he was a great setter, but hearing it from you in such a real, genuine way left him shaking the nerves out. The possibility that, if he somehow kept impressing you with his sets, you might be partial to a date with him, started to take precedence in his mind.

"One more!" You called with your hands clasped behind your head, the little glance you gave him everything.

They got it up, but failed to get the point. It was back to a free ball on your side. Excitement bubbled up inside you as Daichi dug it again, gentle and calculated, right for Kageyama to set.

He had a solid lineup of offense to choose from; you, Asahi, Tsukishima were open for a spike, running towards the net--

Then he called your name. It was there, just for you, something you knew now that you could rely on.

"I got it!" You shouted into what you knew was a good jump, louder because you were faithful he could get it not just where you needed, but where you wanted.

An 'I'll make this one count' kind of inflection in your voice.

It was out of his hands, the contact of the ball from your palm immediately proceeded by the slam of where you sent it- it wasn't the floor- it was against Nishinoya's forearms.

That's where you sent his perfect set?

His head spun to you, in disbelief that your understanding of the game was poor enough to send it to a notoriously good libero.

"Ooh! Nice one, Nishinoya!" You giggled, eyes up towards the ceiling.

His big scowl at the opposing team faltered when he caught your face. Your eyes were glittering, your pretty smile collected and natural on you, despite your ball not 'getting through.'

You were so excited to watch your ball get received, fly back up for a chance to have it count against you. Other than Hinata, he wasn't sure if he knew anyone else so excited to just play the game.

That's right- it was a game. Your smile didn't fade as you postured up for a block right next to him. Just a game.

Hinata sprung up like a ball himself-

"One, two--," Kageyama counted and you followed blindly.

A total shutdown- Hinata wasn't expecting you to jump as high as Kageyama.

When he hit towards your half of the block, and you stretched that curve down, the ball caught between the little freak and the net.

You landed, bumped into Kageyama, laughing, at how fun this whole game was. The block was a more rewarding end to the rally than just nailing one on the floor.

"Hell ye- ha-haha!" Your arm was back around his shoulders, holding onto him to catch your balance; you pointed down to Hinata, "Try harder, shorty!"

Kageyama squeezed you back, almost necessary- but not really. He tore his eyes off of you to find himself giggling at Hinata's expression.

The rest of the game was one of the most enjoyable he had in a long time, even though your team lost. It was arguably your fault, since you kept throwing your impressive spikes and serves down the toilet by sending them all to Nishinoya. You just wanted to watch him dig them all.

And the poor guy looked rough by the end of it. He didn't waste a minute to approach you when everyone agreed to call it after the formal 2-1.

"Can I-," He took a second to gulp down half of his water bottle, hand on his hip.

Even the way he stood normally was wide, like he was ready to bump a ball anytime.

"Can I give you a hug?"

Of course, you didn't know him, but you didn't see anything wrong with it, so you chuckled and held an arm out for a little side hug. It was more than you bargained for.

His reaction was so quick that it felt like you got punched in the boob, "Oh!"

Both of his arms locked around you, the front of his face stuffed in your chest, the strength of his embrace making it hard to breathe, as if it was some wrestling move.

Your hands were featherlight and hesitant on his shoulders, but he took it as an okay to clutch you harder. You gritted your teeth.

Daichi was quick to your rescue, spurring more members to look, apologizing profusely.

"Woah! Noya, stop that!"

You squeaked out, "He's crushing me," with a pained gasp.

Kageyama set his own bottle down on the floor, expression deadly as he joined Suga in prying him off. It took multiple sets of hands to wrench him away, but even then, it was because he decided to let go.

It looked like he was coming out of an out-of-body experience.

You rubbed your sore sides, unable to stay mad when they clarified he was just excitable like that. Physical touch was not discriminatory with him.

Neither was it with you, so your agitation let up almost as quick as his grip.

Though that intensity may have faded for you, Kageyama kept on a complete edge. His harsh glare knew no limits, even with a more senior member of his own team.

Nishinoya explained himself later-- he begged you to shave your head, join the team, and wanted you to come by the park to let him serve receive with you 'forever.' It confirmed that there was no malintent, at least.

You thanked Daichi for the enthusiasm and the chance to play with such skilled players- he quickly reassured you there was no need to thank him, that the team usually jumped at the chance for extra practice.

You took him up on the offer to use the girls' locker room to change. You were wiping your sweat off with a hand towel from your duffle bag, rifling through the clothes you changed out of.

The game ended earlier than you thought, so you'd have a while waiting for Toru to come you up. You headed down the stairs on the outside of the gym.

"Are you okay?"

Kageyama was lingering around for you. His eyes dropped to your waist, readied with any excuse to do it, while you adjusted your bag.

"Totally," You smiled.

Now he could see the resemblance. That smiley demeanor, most would take it for granted- but he had grown to resent it for so long in your brother, a subtle thing to notice and hate every time. You were starting to smooth his contempt with fondness.

Your fingers ghosted over your side- he followed, lost in the curve like a hopeless puppy, "Thanks for helping."

It reminded you.

"Shit, thanks for setting to me!"

His eyes flickered back to your face and you grew a little warm at the gesture. It felt like you were trying so hard to keep it friendly and open- he was so obvious that it was painful.

He muttered, real quiet, "Thanks for hitting all of them."

Your intention wasn't to ignore his crush, but you were surprised he hadn't asked you out yet.

The two of you put more distance between you and the gym, changed, dry for the most part. It was dusk. The campus was empty.

Kageyama stuffed his hands in his pockets.

"Is... your brother picking you up?"

You nodded, "Mhm, he'll be at the front of the school in 30 minutes."

He decided his hands were too sweaty for that and took them back out, rubbing them against his clothes.

It was adorable. His hands were clammy.

"Caaan you walk me?" You leaned, craning your head in a curious way to look at him, since he kept avoiding your eyes, "I don't know this campus."

He didn't want to look too enthusiastic, so he came across a little too careless. A tiny nod, a small, tight frown.

It became a quiet walk, fast.

"You're a very talented player." You smiled to yourself, only sparing a glance to Kageyama's strained face.

If he wouldn't make a move on you on his own, you supposed you should try poking the bear a little until he stirred.

"You are, too."

It was quiet again, but he looked like he wanted to say something, so you let it die for a minute.

"You--," He started, getting red the moment he opened his mouth, "You can read the game so well. I feel like that's rare with wing spikers. At- at least on my team. I-," He sighed, losing his breath for a moment, "Have to deal with so many idiots, it was nice knowing you could follow through, even if I fucked it up."

You squirmed at his high praise. He kept going when he saw you liked it.

"You don't run away when things get hard, either. I like our Ace a lot, don't get me wrong. Azumane is a great person," He rubbed his neck, "But- he can get intimidated. It tires me out, sometimes. You were sending them to get received."

"When I watched you at the Tournament, I thought you were just smart," He was looking at you fully, now, "But now, I know that you're fearless."

A shiver ran down your spine at his legitimacy.

You stopped at what looked like the front of the main office building. There was nothing to do but face him- it was difficult, and awkward, but you did it.

"Thank you. That... means a lot, coming from you."

It took a lot of courage to smile at him. His gaze softened at how pretty it look on you, just a little, but soon grew distracted at a quiet, rumbly noise.

That was your brother's car in the distance. You hastily checked your watch.

"What's wrong?"

You rubbed your face. Everything was falling apart, "Ugh! He's here so early!"

The pressure of time did nothing but make his mind race faster. He couldn't get a single thought together when all he could think about was that you had less than a minute to make something count. Talking to you was much harder than playing a game with you.

"I had a lot of fun today," You tried to open it back up, give him a way to make some sort of suggestion to hang out again.

"Yeah. It was nice."

He trailed, closed off at the unwanted sound of Toru's expensive car rumbling around the corner.

You frowned at the missed opportunity.

Where was all the personality you saw before? Did you come off too strong? Was he actually not interested? Or worse-- was he interested and lost it after he watched you play? Did he only like you as a fellow athlete now?

It wouldn't be the first time you scared a guy off because of that.

There was no time left to save it, let alone ponder as to why. Toru pulled up right next to you, window down, prepared to heckle.

And heckle he did: "Get loossst, you disgusting swine!"

"Relax, dumbass," You scrunched your face up at his eye roll.

One last, much softer look to Kageyama. How many hours had you spent with him? Surely enough for him to come up with something. You would take the bare minimum at this point.

"I'll-," He glanced to Toru, freezing up, "See ya around."

See ya around?

Your fists tightened by your sides. You kept what you wanted to say to yourself- if he didn't want to say it, you couldn't force him.

"Yeah," You muttered, eyes at the concrete, "See ya."

It was a good game, anyway.

You tossed your bag in the backseat, hand on the door as you threw him one last look. There was a broody, messy anger all over him.

You slumped into the passenger seat and shut the door. Toru locked it right away.

"You got everything?"

Even he could see the disappointment on your face. You didn't respond. He figured he'd ask you about it later, when you were home, and put it in drive.

"Wait!"

He slammed on the brake. His face was nothing short of livid.

"I forgot something," You mumbled, quickly unbuckling-- manually unlocking your door-- scrambling out of the car-- slamming it shut-- quickly rounding the vehicle to close the distance and get right up in Kageyama's face.

You gripped him hard by the collar. All of it was so quick and violent that his hands flew to grip your forearm, shoes scraping loud against the concrete.

The thought to say something occurred to you, but nothing was effective enough. Your eyes searched him, and found what you were looking for deep past his seized up, mean and confused features.

Your lips crashed against his, stealing the kiss you were well-owed.

It only took a brief moment for him to realize this was not a fight, to relax against you, to start kissing you back with the same ardent mixture of relief and frustration that couldn't be verbalized.

"Mm-h," He groaned against your lips.

Your bodies were firm and pressed hard against each other. There was absolutely no space between you.

His hands were finding the sides of your face, the back of your neck, then down to your waist, flitting over your hips.

"What the fuck?!" Toru screamed. He could not believe the sight in his rear view mirror.

You moaned right back and pulled a hand around the back of his head, the other releasing his collar to grip his broad shoulders from behind.

The kiss was supposed to be short, but he dragged it out as a heartfelt thank you. He wasn't good with his words, but he made up for it in tongue.

The car door was slamming shut.

You pulled away, a string of spit connecting you for a second, breath hot and heavy.

Kageyama was gone. You barely caught his blown out pupils, the plea for more in his face, before his glossy lips were falling right against yours again in a desperate attempt to keep you here in this moment.

Footsteps stomping up behind you-- you shoved him off for his own safety.

Toru yanked you back by the wrist, then kept you at bay with a stiff arm.

"Don't you ever-- EVER! Touch her again!"

The high of such a raunchy, impulsive kiss left you laughing at Toru's panic.

"You should run," You chuckled.

He went after him the moment he shot off into the courtyard- Kageyama was wiping his mouth with his forearm as he made some impressive distance between them.

"Call me!" He waved to you.

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home. — timeskip!hinata shoyo x gn!reader

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shoyo was tired, to say the least. it was 8pm when their coach announced that they could go home. all he wanted to do now was lay in bed next to you, his home, his rest, his girlfriend.

once he entered your shared apartment, he immediately dropped his bag and slumped on the couch face first, sighing. he was so tired he didn't hear you enter the living room.

"shoyo?" you called out, and he looked up with a tired look. "y/n babyy, i'm so tired" he said as he pouted. "i figured. but you still need to eat dinner, yeah?" you replied, "i'm too tired; i don't think i have the energy to eat," he stated. you giggled a little as you spoke, "i get it baby, but you still need to eat your dinner; it's unhealthy if you sleep with an empty stomach. c'mere, i made pork," you said. the mention of pork immediately hooked him, and he stood up, following you to the kitchen.

he tiredly sat down as you prepared his plate. "what happened at practice today, hm? you seem extra tired." you asked as you placed his plate in front of him, "well... atsumu was in a bad mood today; no one knew why, but it affected all of us. he made bad plays, and his sets were off, leading us to cover half of his sets." shoyo continued on talking about his day while he ate the food you prepared for him, mentioning that they kept losing each set at the practice match.

minutes later, shoyo finished eating and went straight to the bedroom. you followed him, watching as he immediately laid down on the bed. "hinata, you still need to shower. you've been practicing all day," you stated. "hmfp, i'm so tired though; do i really have to?" he whined. "yes baby, you have to, you stinky," you said, giggling; he whined again.

shoyo used all his energy to pull himself out of bed and went straight to the bathroom. "do you need help?" you asked. hinata let out a hum in agreement. with that, you followed him into the bathroom. he leaned back onto the sink, eyes shutting in drowsiness. you went to the bathtub and opened the faucet, grabbing the liquid soap and pouring it in the water to create bubbles. once the bathtub was half full, you called shoyo. "get in the bathtub; its ready now. i'll go and grab a new clothes and towel," he nodded, and you went out of the bathroom.

he stripped and immediately went in the tub, sitting down facing the wall, shutting his eyes, and sighing. he was so insanely tired that he felt like he could sleep in the tub at any moment. you went back in the bathroom, putting the towel on the doorknob and placing his clothes on the sink counter. you walked closer to the bath tub where hinata was; you grabbed the shampoo, putting a pinch in your hand, and started massaging his hair. "grab the soap, shoyo, wash your body," you directed. he grabbed the soap and started scrubbing his body while you washed his hair.

"are you done? i'll wash your hair now." you asked, "yep 'm done," shoyo said tiredly. you grabbed the water ladle, scooping up a good amount of water, and carefully poured it over his hair. you repeated the same action until his hair didn't have any shampoo anymore.

you left shoyo in the bathroom so he could do the rest of his nightly routine by himself. you laid down the bed, scrolling through your phone while waiting for him. 10 minutes later, he opened the bathroom door, kneading his hair with a towel to dry it.

you admired him; 'he was so cute with his wet hair' you thought. once he felt like his hair was dry enough, he placed the towel on the doorknob of the bathroom. he went straight to the bed, hugging you as he laid down, head on your chest.

"very tired?" you asked. "super," he stated. you put down your phone on the table, then started to stroke his hair to comfort him. "mhm... you know y/n," hinata started, "yeah?" "you're the embodiment of home for me; i love you so much. thank you for taking care of me." he said, face still resting on your chest. your heart began to beat faster; you were shocked.

he always says the most unhinged things that didn't surprise you that much because, well, he's hinata. but this one; he said it for no reason, unpromptedly. that's what he really thought of you? his home? you felt like crying in tears of joy.

you let out a light chuckle before replying, "thank you, shoyo. you're my home too. i love you so much. i hope you know that." the moment felt so comfortable; you and hinata both wished that you could stay like this forever.

after a while of stroking his hair, you heard light snores—a sign that he fell asleep. you laughed lightly, careful enough not to wake him up. his words kept repeating in your head. you were so happy that the person you love is so comfortable with you, and vice versa.

you were his home, and he was your home. you were each others home; each others rest, each others solace.

©shwoyo, all rights reserved.

[cvnt4him]

hinata's first kiss.

like he'd be so blushyyyy...

like bro would be panicking

sho's first kiss?

Nothing less than sweet. Sure it was....odd. but it was yours<3

If he's w a more experienced reader I feel as if he'd be so self conscious thinking things like,

“ what if they think I'm lame..”

“ what if it's bad..what if I'm a bad kisser?!”

Shoyo would literally be shaking in his lil boots. You'd gently pull his face closer and tell him to ‘relax’ he would NOT relax gang.. he would be jittery and his breath quivering. You gently let your hand caress the back of his neck as he shivers at your touch, pulling him closer, you slowly lean in.

sho would be all flustered and red, he wouldn't be stammering me thinks. I feel like he'd be more like shaky and his breath would quiver in such a way that it's like audible?

If it's w reader who also doesn't have much experience I think he'd be more at ease but still equally as nervous.

You both just sit and look at each other for a minute before laughing to yourselves. You slowly scoot closer to each other, your faces getting closer and closer by the second. His breath fanning your face in a jittery manner. His eyes trail down to your lips and, as nervous as he was he seemed...ready. eager?

I also think that regardless of if reader is experienced or not he'd still be hella eager and excited. Like his nerves would be bad yeah but he'd be so excited that the blood just rushes to his adorable face. Those wide eyes peering at you, waiting for your call to see if you're ready.

I think when I talk ab shoyou my thoughts go to s4 sho, he seems more...durable? than s1 sho. s1 sho was a puss puss ngl

[kay-kaywrites]

Haikyuu! incorrect quote: “The talk”

Suga: Its time.

Daichi: for what?

Suga: “The talk”

Daichi: Love, they’re plenty old enough, I’m pretty sure they already know-

Suga: There is no way my babies know what sex is. Especially not Hinata!

Tsukishima: Oh, Hinata knows what sex is

Suga: WhAt? Who told my baby?!

Tsukishima: Kageyama, most likely when they did it

Suga: WHAT?!

Tsukushima: Yams told em to be safe

Suga: BUT MY BABY

[rishiguro]

HAIKYUU CHARACTERS WHEN YOU‘RE SICK

a/n: hello flu season, you make me write purely self-indulgent shit because i turn into a needy child when i‘m sick

warnings: mentions of meds. one f-bomb.

jjk version

SUNA RINTAROU: can’t help but tease you for it

“i told you to put on a jacket and dry your hair before you go out,” he muttered amused as he watched you huddle into the living room, wrapped into your thick blanket. you rolled your eyes at him, to which he immediately held up his hands. “don’t look at me like that, you know i’m right” you couldn’t help but pout at him, whispering curses annoyed. “you know damn well that that’s not how viruses work,” you grumbled. “then why are you sick now?” he retorted, smiling. “fuck you” you turned around to go back into the bedroom. “oh, come here you big baby” your boyfriend opened his arms and gestured you to come closer, offering to cuddle with you. “i hate you sometimes,” you muttered under your breath as you walked up to him, falling into his arms and laying your head on his chest. “i love you too”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI: decks you in with every remedy he can get his hands on

he looked at all the meds on the table after carefully reciting the benefits of each one word-by-word, remembering everything the pharmacist had told him. “are you sure you got everything you need? i can run out to the pharmacy again, it’s not a problem,” he offered after a short pause. you let out a quiet laugh, nodding confidently. “i’m sure i’ll be fine, ‘toshi. promise,” you stated, reaching out to grab his hand. “okay” admittedly, it was adorable just how overboard he went the second he heard you sneeze. you probably just caught the flu somewhere, nothing that couldn’t be cured with rest and maybe a few meds. when you texted your boyfriend, asking him to pick some up for you, you surely didn’t expect him to enter your home with the whole pharmacy in his bag. you grinned, your heart warming at his silly, but incredibly caring gesture. “what are you laughing at?” he asked confused. “nothing,” you assured him quickly, giving his cheek a peck before leaning into him and his warmth. “i’m just happy you’re here with me”

KITA SHINSUKE: keeps a respectable distance but doesn’t fail to make you feel cared for

following a soft knock, the door to your dim bedroom was opened with your boyfriend stepping into the room. “i made you some tea” he spoke softly as he put the mug down on the small table next to you. he proceeded to quickly feel your forehead, nodding when he realizes that your temperature has gone down. “and some soup is currently cooking on the stove, i’m gonna bring you a bowl later” he smiled softly at you, giving your forehead a peck. “i’ll be in the living room, yeah?” he turned to leave, making sure to not close the door behind him. he then turned around and took another look at you. “the door’s open, love, so just say the word and i’ll be here, no need to strain your voice” you smiled weakly at him. “thank you” he nodded. “i love you,” he whispered to you. “i love you too,” you replied. he turned to leave, but stopped when you called out to him again. he hummed, waiting for you to continue. “can i get a hug? just a quick one,” you mumbled, almost sounding shy, “please” he smiled, immediately making his way over to you. “you don’t have to ask, anything you want”

HINATA SHOYO: latches himself onto you and ends up getting sick too

you groaned, trying to push him off you, but finishing yourself too weak to actually do so. his head was buried in the crook of your neck with his arms wrapped tightly secured around you, not wanting to let you go. you sighed in defeat. “shoyo, i love you, but you’re gonna get sick of you keep doing this” “nuh-uh” he denied, shaking his head, his hair tickling your skin. “yes you will,” you insisted, your hands however finding their way on his back, softly running your nails over it. he kept denying it however and soon after you couldn’t find the energy to keep arguing with him — and you really didn’t want him to leave (not like you’d tell him and give him an actual reason to stay). and just about two weeks later, you’d be the one tending to him, not failing to tease him about his sickness. it didn’t matter to him though, he’d get sick a thousand times over if it meant he could stay close to you.

KUROO TETSUROU: loves to berate you but will drop everything to take care of you

he groaned when he saw you in his field of vision, raising his eyebrows at you with hands stemmed into his hips. “i told you to stay under the covers” he shook his head, pointing into the direction of your bedroom and motioning you towards it. “back under the blanket, come on” you whined. “it’s too hot, tetsurou, i’m sweating” you shivered as you spoke, your arms wrapping around your midsection. honestly, you just needed to see some things that weren’t the walls or the ceiling of your room. you’d take anything at this point. “that’s the point! you need to sweat it out!” he claimed, gesturing with his hands. “can i at least take a shower first? or just get changed? i feel disgusting, my clothes are literally drenched in sweat,” you spoke after sighing in defeat. there was no point in arguing with him, especially when you knew that he was right. “hop into the bathroom, i’ll get you some new pajamas”

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[hajihiko]

feefee draws

[skysmadness]

kagehina doodle dump !!

[lunart-06]

Hinaegi time!!!!! They are my everything... the tragic doomed yaoi /ref /lh

[tsukiran]

best offer ー brazil!hinata shoyo x reader angst/comfort

"Wait for me?"

His words rang in your ears as soon as you heard of the news. His friends reassured you over and over again. Even banned you from social media momentarily. Just until the news is clear.

You're waiting at an airport in Sao Paulo, as what he had planned weeks ago. Both about to do your Europe trip with his friends waiting in the starting city of your itinerary. Both about to spend your anniversary vacation. Both about toー

Your sob seeped through your system as your anxiety heightened.

"Have you checked your baggages?"

"Yes baby. A check-in baggage and a carry on. 10 sets of outdoor clothes. 3 of formal, rest are casual."

"Your toiletries?"

"We're sharing our toiletries for over 4 years already, baby." You heard his deep chuckle. "That's not gonna change until I die okay?"

What happened? Shoyo, just pick up..

"Bakayama and Oikawa-san's gonna get me if we're a flight late and not together. Wait for me, okay?"

Shoyo's supposed to be plane crashed somewhere enroute Sao Paulo. He was from an away game and just last night he told you about their win and coming home to your arms. He's a flight late but it didn't matter now. Sao Paulo's volleyball star all-rounder Hinata Shoyo is believed on board that crashed plane and all of the state is already on fact checking. It's been 2 hours.

You jumped upon your phone ringing, fidgeting hands pawed at Kenma's video call.

"Breathe." He said over the line after talking over calming you. "He's fine. Shoyo's fine. Trust me."

You nod, then sobbed, phone on your forehead as you broke down. Familiar voices were calling you on the other line easing your tension but heck, you can't as long as Shoyo's not here with you right now.

"Can't we go to Sao Paulo, Kenma? Yn's alone."

"Kenma, you can finance us."

"I already booked tickets for me and Iwaizumi-san."

"What about us!?"

"Yn needs calm people right now."

"Iwa-chan! We are calmー"

"Yeah right."

You tuned them out. You can care less who's gonna be here. All you wanted was Shoyo.

A chilling hour passed before the Brazil media went into a rushing chaos. You thought it was someone else they were waiting but when you saw a bright orange disheveled hair weaving across rows of media, you broke down again and got rooted in your place.

But you waited. You waited for him to reach you in your spot.

He ignored all of the media and when he spotted you, he dropped everything and directly made a beeline to you, crashing your head to his chest, comforting arms around you. Your arms may be crashing his torso right now but you don't care. He's here already.

"You're late, Shoyo."

"Well," His sniffles were audible along with his hoarse voice, all above his chuckle. "Plane's rude, baby. Left with me still in the toilet seat. And you forgot to mention my charger and wallet. When we settle down for our flight to Italy, I'm sorry but we have to reorganize my stuff."

You buried your face in his chest further, chuckling and crying. "Thought you're gonna make me wait forever."

He kissed your crown, above all the noise of the media and their flashing cameras. "Will never gonna happen. I have to have you with me all the time from now on. What do you say?"

Honestly? That's the best offer he gave you. But you have to give him a mouthful before that for being so clumsy.

quick whip after the plane crash in Sao Paulo yesterday. my condolences to all grieving families. will include you all in my prayers tonight.

ran2024. hearts and reblogs are appreciated.

[aboutkiyoomi]

prologue | antipathy

➭ kenma doesn't check his streaming rank nor does he typically care about his popularity

➭ kuroo's text sparks his interest because typically, no one informs him about any of that, unless he explicitly asks. not to mention, kuroo hides nothing from him, so he was suspicious.

➭ kenma spent 6 hours locked in his room, researching about you. going from youtube, to instagram, twitter and he lost courage when he got to ur twitch.

➭ kenma isn't a hater, by any means. the only reason this hits so close to home is because he had gotten so comfortable in his position, that he is very uncomfortable at the fact that yn has surpassed him, so quickly

➭ kenma is really disappointed in himself, more than anything. he began wondering if he should've cared more about his rankings or his popularity. all of this disappointment just had to morph into something else, which happened to be an intense beef with you.

something about his relentless antipathy will begin an age long war between the two streamers.

authors notes : hey guys, i appreciate all the interaction with this fic!! i'm gonna try to fix the layouts of these posts but this will be left for u guys. i'll be updating consistently, so just stick around. i'll even create a taglist, if you all are interested.

[belatinysun]

i love that in this bonus story we see how kenma told kuroo that he would lend the tablet to shoyo so he could still watch the match. but as we know, the main reason he went there was to cheer up shoyo and make him feel better, just like the true friend he is 🥺🧡

"i guess so"

"you know so"

yes, kenma KNOWS that just seeing a friend can help a lot, and that's why he did that for his beloved friend shoyo 🥺🤧🧡