#hinata shoyo x reader smau

[archelangeli]

accrued interest. | hinata s.

while cramming for an accounting assignment from a professor who rarely even shows up to class, a struggling marketing student unexpectedly gets help from an accountancy student, who offers out of pure boredom.

but as the numbers add up, it seems there’s more to this basic accounting equation than meets the eye.

a hinata shoyo x f! reader smau tags/content warning: university au, accountancy student reader, study buddies, opposite attracts, idiots in love, attempt at humor, use of profanities, some university experiences are based on my personal experiences, will be most likely out of character, deviations from canon. taglist: open, send an ask or leave a comment.

ACCOUNT HOLDER: CPA (can't pass accounting) | academic victims

chart of accounts (¥ indicates chapters with written portions)

journal entry one: local blonde, zero empathy journal entry two: boring (¥) journal entry three: academic parasite (¥) journal entry four: coming soon!

[skiiyoomin]

ღAccidentally sending them nudes

ʚContent: suggestive content, swearing, use of pretty, babygirl (ironically), mostly fem! reader but can be read as gn

ʚcharacters included: Hinata, Kageyama, Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, Tanaka, Noya, Sugawara, Daichi, Asahi

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[offbrandkyoya]

HOW TO GET A LOVER - kageyama tobio x reader

summary: kageyama has a crush on you and tries to win your heart with the help of his friends

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

genre/tags: smau, high school, love at first sight? miscommunication, hard pinning, comedy, volleyball talk

warning: swearing, kys jokes, nsfw jokes

taglist: open!

note: this doesn’t follow the hq timeline

profiles

[1] freaky kageyama

[2] no name no game

[3] step 1: name

[4] cookie and milk

[5] milk chan irl

[6] date?

[7] abort mission

[8] like

[9] still step 1

[10] wait a minute

[11] secret

[12] falling for you

[13] as friends

[14] yogurt feed

[15] waste

[16] hit tweet

[17] amazing

[18] chat

[19] manifestation

[20] shoyo rescue

[21] milk chan

[22] step 2: interests

[23] oomf stage

[24] tutor

[25] yogurt chan

[26] oomf gang

[27] jellyama

[28] ice rizz

[29] steps further

[30] effing cookie

[31] pessimism

[32] Shakespeare Tobio

[33] my favorite

more to be added…

[yurioyuratchka]

im sooo sick of seeing smut of minors normalized on this app..

There is an unbelievable amount of smut and weird posts about minor characters on here. ( e.g: the students at kyoto/jujustu high, the majority of haikyuu characters, project sekai, my here academia students and SO many more.)

I feel like this shouldnt be a conversation that anyone should have to have because it should be obvious to everyone that it is NOT okay to write smut about CHILDREN.

And ive seen people try to excuse their actions by saying “oh well im younger than them so its okay!!” “theyre just fictional characters it isnt that deep!!”, neither of those things make it okay because they are still MINORS whether you think it’s okay or not.

It isnt that hard to not be a weirdo and some of you guys need to get that through your heads!!! and I dont care if you think im being ‘dramatic’ im just saying what i think is true.

and i’ve noticed its usually a bunch of big creators and they ALWAYS get away with it and everyone eats it up like its normal. As someone with a small following its weird no matter your following.

( P.S my tags are random just to get you’re attention please don’t pay them any mind >_< )

bye bye :P

[sukunasbow]

get ready with me to…what?

incl: kenma kozume, kei tsukishima, rintarō suna, shoyo hinata, tetsurō kuroo, tobio kageyama.

warnings: guys pls ignore me spelling rintarō wrong..😔.

in which you prank them by posting a tiktok of you getting ready to break up with them.

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! characters react to you confessing ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

here’s a little smau of the karasuno boys reacting to you confessing :)

[kingyo-konbini]

DAILY TEXTS [HINATA SHOYO X READER SMAU]

[PRONOUNS] none specified [GENRE] smau | humor | very very slight possible angst with comfort? mostly humor [CONTENT] a sampling of texts between hinata and his personal assistant (set during his msby era) [A/N] all screenshots, except for the middle two, are to be considered individual conversations and not in chronological order

[guitarstringed-scars]

on stage- s. hinata

shoyo has always been an energetic guy. most days he takes out this energy on the volleyball court, but when his friends encourage him to audition for a play, he's surprised to find how perfectly he fits into the tight knit community, and how easy it is to fall in love with the director.

shoyo hinata x f!reader

warnings/notes: university au, theater kids au lowkey, language, alcohol, reader is a theater director, prob ooc, check individual chapter warnings for more info

taglist: open! send ask to be added!

status: complete!

✫

cast list:

backstage + toru | ball boys

table of contents

ACT 1

scene 1: take your bets

scene 2: full house

scene 3: whenever you’re ready

scene 4: i hope i get it

scene 5: please don’t cancel me

scene 6: take one

scene 7: cast & crew bonding

scene 8: uh oh

INTERMISSION

ACT 2

scene 1: time passes

scene 2: hell week

scene 3: hell week cont.

scene 4: opening night and final bows

[jpegarchives]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏, 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐂𝐄 — 𝐑. 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀

𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

jpegarchives presents…

a step by step guide on how to ruin a friendship, twice!

featuring rintarō suna x f!reader

friendship can be quite a fickle thing. they’re unpredictable, starting at a random point, and often ending on a whim—without much explanation or warning. misunderstanding and miscommunication seem to always fuel the embers of hate, turning close friendships into bitter rivalries. oftentimes, it easier to ignore an ex-friend when they’re no longer a part of your life; unluckily for him, it seemed as though he could never get rid of her. in a university hosting a student body population of 35000 (give or take) it was an incredibly cruel twist of fate to have to share the same friends, same hangout spots, and—of course—the same classes as her. when rivalries turn into reluctant truces, remembering her favorite coffee order or the way she hums along to songs on the radio, just subtle reminders of what they once shared—it’s far too late to turn back to the comfort of what was once known, and what is yet to be explored. so join us, as we read through his guide of how to ruin a friendship, twice.

content warnings ; college!au, aged-up characters, ooc characters, annoying miscommunication, reader is a genuine menace and hothead, swearing, suggestive jokes, kys jokes, implied drug/alcohol use

tropes brought to you by jpegsarchives …

friends to enemies, frenemies to lovers, miscommunication, second chances, angst, hurt/comfort, mutual pining

taglist is currently open! use this link to be added

table of contents (꩜ .ᐟ symbolizes a written portion)

introduction

y/n’s homosexual supporting cast | boytoys anonymous

preface ꩜ .ᐟ

PART ONE

step one

shoyo gets it ꩜ .ᐟ

© 𝐣𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

[rebelssvy]

walking in on him ✧.*

hinata x reader ⋆·˚ ༘ *

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

LABELS: smut, walking in on him in the shower, after a tough loss he needed to relieve some stress.

shoyo was your roomate in brazil. you and him got along quite well, you did your thing and he did his. he wasn’t around much. he would go play volleyball, and come home. often having a smile on his face, you took a liking to his personality.

and well…his personality wasn’t the only thing you liked… you noticed him always. when you would watch a movie on your shared couch. you caught yourself staring at him.

lost in thought, your concentration on your phone was broken when your front door slammed close.

hinata stormed in, obviously frustrated.

“what’s wrong?” you asked getting up from your chair.

he shrugged you off turning to go to his room. feeling slightly hurt you followed him to his side of the apartment.

when you heard the shower turn on, you lost all hope to talk it out with him. growing anxious if he was ok or not, you decided to give up and go back to your life.

you were stopped dead in your tracks when you heard him call your name. turning back around. questioning if you should help him. did he need your help? you didn’t know.

it wasn’t until you heard him say your name again that you walked to the door. pressing your ear against the door. listening for any reason for you to open the door.

“fuck… ah y/n..” you heard him say yet again.

without knocking you opened up the door. eyes bulging out of your face, your mouth dropped to the sight.

shoyo was in the shower, jerking himself off. moaning your name. about to turn around and pretend like it never happened. you knocked his toothbrush off the cabinet.

his eyes shot open. meeting yours. “oh my god” he muttered before stopping the shower. about to turn around and leave he says, “wait!”

you watched him, cock fully hard. naked. water glistening his abs. he folded himself in a blanket.

“i’m so sorry y/n… you shouldn’t have seen that.” he stated, obviously guilty. he was caught red handed.

your mouth was dry, skin burning up. for some reason, you felt guilty.

“can i… help you?” you mumbled, shyly. not bothering to even look in his eyes.

shoyo gasped at your offer. looking at your expression to see if you were messing with him.

“do you want to help me?” he asked shocked, his cock grew looking at your features. getting extremely hard just from your words.

“yes.. let me help you.” you replied. praying he would except, or else it was going to be very awkward.

“fuckkk.. ok yes y/n can you please please help me.” he asked bringing his hand up to your jaw. forcing you to look at him.

his expressions were enough to make your knees go weak. he looked unholy, begging. his eyebrows were contorted in such a way, he looked like a little puppy.

confidence surging in you, you brought your lips up to his. leaving a soft kiss on his mouth. just a peck.

grabbing his hand, you dragged him over to his bed. forcing him to sit on the edge infront of you.

without words, you fell to your knees. crutching inbetween his legs, you took your hands to his thighs, parting them.

“please…” he whispered, almost un-noticeable.

nodding, you took his towel off him. revealing his rock hard cock. gasping at it. growing shy once again.

he waited your next move. you took your mouth kissed his thigh. leaving wet hot open mouthed kisses all the way up to his base. popping one of his balls into your mouth. you watched as his head fell back.

“see that?” he groaned “it’s all for you..”

you moaned at his words, him still inside your mouth. you moved on, now dragging your tongue up his length. reaching the head of his cock.

taking some space from him, you stared at him. pumping his cock in your hand.

“ah! fuck… i-i’m sorry about earlier..” he moaned. you watched him struggle to find the words.

“i was upset with my preformace today.. but when i saw your pretty face walking in the door. i got- ah! overwhelmed..” he growled, before taking some of your hair in his fist.

bringing your mouth back to his cock. you took his tip into your mouth. swirling your muscle around it. he moaned underneath you.

hair still in his fist, he forcefully lowered your mouth on himself. making you go deeper. you gagged around him. spit seeping out of your mouth. some getting into his thigh.

he fucked your face. dragging you down onto him.

hearing his moans you needed to relieve yourself. bringing your free hand down to your core, you moved your underwear out of your way. rubbing small circles onto your clit.

you watched him as his muscles flinched. his body lunging forward when your tongue brushed certain areas.

“ah! i’m g-gonna..” he warned you, not releasing his grip on your hair.

you moaned in approval. obviously the sensation was too much. he came on the spot. shooting into your mouth.

“ah! y/n fuck..” he moaned out. mumbling random things you couldn’t comprehend.

he eventually let go of your hair after you started gapping again. gasping for air after swallowing his cum.

he let his back fall flat on the bed. eyes shutting. he was obviously fucked out. you rose to your feet. about to dismiss yourself.

his hand reached out to yours, stopping you again.

“take a shower with me?”

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:· ·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:··:

this idea came from an ask!! absolutely loved it! thank you sooo much

[archelangeli]

accrued interest. | hinata s.

transaction three: academic parasite (¥)

“TSUKKI!”

tsukishima let out an exasperated sigh, his grip tightening on his pen as an annoyingly familiar voice pierced through the placid ambiance of the library. he didn’t need to look up to confirm that the culprit was none other than hinata shoyo, who was now receiving glares from both the librarian and nearby students. tsukishima decided it was best to save himself from the secondhand embarrassment.

erratic, hurried footsteps could be heard throughout the aisle, growing louder with each passing second.

“tsukki!” hinata exclaimed again, his poor attempt at keeping his voice down doing little to no help. he stumbled forward, slamming his hands onto the table to steady himself after nearly crashing into it. “you have to help me! i don’t understand anything in this accounting assignment, and it’s due later today! please, i’m begging you!”

he hastily pulled out a crumpled paper from his bag, shoving it to tsukishima, who reluctantly took it from him with a look of utter disdain.

“first of all, you need to work on your handwriting,” tsukishima deadpanned, eyes scanning the page from top to bottom. “second, you’re overreacting. this isn't even that hard.”

“for you!” hinata cried. “i don't know what i’m doing! the prof doesn't even show up to class and then leaves us to figure out this assignment, which he didn't even teach. tsukki, please—”

hinata was cut off by the sound of the librarian’s bell ringing, reminding everyone to observe silence. when it died down, he looked at tsukishima pleadingly.

“tsukki, you're like, smart and all that—help me out!” he whined, plopping himself down into the chair beside tsukishima, who probably didn't appreciate the invasion of his personal space.

“you’re the only accounting student i know!”

“and you're a marketing student. go market yourself to someone who cares.”

the conversation, or rather hinata’s animated pleas and tsukishima’s pointed refusals, went on for a few minutes. first, it was all whispers; then, they barely even tried to control the volume of their voices. this stirred the sleeping figure at the table, who they failed to acknowledge as her eyes fluttered open. the fluorescent lights of the library inundated her vision, making her squint. her face scrunched up, irritation lingering on her features. the first thing she heard was tsukishima’s voice, talking monotonously but loud enough to disturb her.

“tsukishima kei,” she began, her voice raspy and deep, hints of sleepiness still evident. yet despite that, her tone carried a sharp edge.

tsukishima, who was about to retort, paused mid-sentence as he turned to see her scowling at him. hinata by his side slightly jumped in seat when he heard a new voice, as if an ominous presence had just made itself known.

“i told you not to make any noise,” she finished before sitting up straight, crossing her arms.

“it wasn't me,” tsukishima said, adjusting his glasses before glancing to his side, gesturing to hinata. “it’s this idiot right here.”

“oh! hello, uh, sorry for waking you up!” hinata stammered out an apology, bowing his head slightly. when he looked up and took a good look at her, he couldn't help but blurt out, “you’re not another scary accounting student, right?”

“what,” she said, her voice not one of confusion but of complete disbelief. hinata’s face flushed red in embarrassment, while tsukishima, on the other hand, snickered at their exchange. “must have been the wind,” she muttered, trying to lighten up the situation a bit by shifting the topic to dismiss what hinata just said. “anyway, care to explain what the commotion was all about?”

“it’s because of this,” hinata composed himself for a moment before he held up the assignment sheet for accounting, showing it to her. “i just really need help with my accounting assignment! i’m a marketing student. we don't really have to focus on this subject, but we still need to pass, and tsukki here is being mean!” she listened as he explained, leaning back and putting a finger on her chin to examine the assignment from a distance.

“give it to me.” this made both of the boys look at her.

“eh?” hinata blinked.

“your assignment, sunshine,” she said, gesturing for him to hand the assignment sheet to her.

“i’ll do it for you.”

“wait, really?” hinata beamed, his eyes shining with newfound hope.

“you can't be serious.” tsukishima looked at her like he was full-on judging her choices in life after she took the sheet from hinata, but she only shrugged.

“what? i’m bored. at least i’m doing something good out of it,” she mused, pulling out a piece of paper to write the answers on it. tsukishima rolls his eyes at this.

“whatever, go ahead and enable him. see how that works out for you.” deciding that it was no longer worth his energy, tsukishima went back to his work, which he had neglected ever since an academic parasite called hinata shoyo showed up.

“as for you,” she turned to hinata, ushering him to move to the seat next to her.

“you’re going to sit here and watch me do this so you can actually learn something, yeah?”

adjusting entries!

the hinata and (y/n) interaction is finally here

the librarian rang the bell several times during tsukishima and hinata's conversation

it's a miracle they haven't been kicked out of the library yet

(y/n) wasn't in the mood to explain things to hinata

“you do it like this” and then refuses to explain further lmao

hinata wasn't able to reply to the comments under his tweet because (y/n) told him to get off his phone

taglist: @dearru @wyrcan @wellitseugi @asrichin@kameyyy@localgaytrainwreck @lvtilzs

previous transaction. | masterlist. | next transaction.

[kxttqi]

𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫 ! 

この 物語 で ⇢ sending them pics of failed gingerbread cookies pairings ✧ s. hinata, t. kuroo, t. oikawa, a. miya, t. kageyama x gn!reader (separately)  content ✧ smau ; suggestive ; swearing ; fluff ; crack a/n ✧ help i JUST realized the stupid gingerbread have boobs so. ignore it pls i do nawt want to redo this

© kxttqi — do not repost, copy, translate or steal my works without permission.

[skiiyoomin]

hi i was wondering if i could request a haikyuu smau with the boys accidentally confessing their feelings to you thinking they're texting someone else? Thank you! Also i hope you feel better and take all the time you need to rest and get better. 🫶🏻🫶🏻

ღAccidental confessions

ʚft. Akaashi, Oikawa, Hinata, Kuroo

ʚCont: fluff, crack ⤑Back to navigation

[ruwhimsical]

“I WASN’T LEADING YOU ON, GIRL!”

He was no longer the sloppy volleyball player you hung out with, but he still was your best friend—right?

cw : heavy angst , slight fluff , gn!reader , miscommunication , hidden feelings , reader has some ass friends , idk what else !!just read and find out😈

——

You invited your friends to the MSBY match, knowing they’d be more than happy to accept. They weren’t your closest friends—just people you met along the way during university—but they were better company than going alone. The thought of running into Hinata by yourself made you uneasy.

One of your friends kept gushing about how all the players on the team were “eye candy.” This was typical for them—they’d always openly talk about guys they liked during class, feigning ignorance about how uncomfortable it made you. But you never said anything, afraid they’d drop you if you did.

Right now, though, you were thankful for their chatter. It was a convenient distraction from your thoughts, especially with Hinata on your mind. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to suppress the awkwardness when you saw him. The dread was already building in your stomach, even before the match had started. You knew he’d search for you in the crowd afterward, probably try to strike up a conversation. But what did he even want from you now?

The three of you made your way to the stands, your friends ahead, engrossed in a conversation you didn’t care to join. You took your designated seats.

“I’m so excited for this, oh my god! Do you think I could get Sakusa to sign my shirt?” one of your friends exclaimed, clapping her hands in excitement.

“Be so for real… he’d probably send the biggest dirty your way,” the other one snorted, earning a playful slap on the shoulder.

You tuned them out, your eyes scanning the arena. Then, your focus landed on MSBY’s number 21. Your “best friend”—or at least, that’s what you used to call him.

But that was before he cut you off. You had no right to crawl back into his life. He’d made that clear two years ago when you heard the news of his departure—not from him, but from Kageyama, of all people.

Your thoughts were interrupted as the velocity of a spike sent the ball smashing into the floor. You glanced at the scoreboard: Hinata had already scored a point for his team.

“Hey, Y/N… isn’t that orange-haired guy the one who invited you here?” one of your friends asked, piquing the curiosity of the other.

“Oh my god… are you guys secretly dating or something?” your friend giggled, leaning in with a mischievous grin, clearly trying to pry the answer out of you.

“It’s not like that,” you said quickly, offering a half-smile. How you wished it were, but that was a fantasy. “We just hung out during school. He messaged me and asked if I wanted to come, nothing crazy.”

“Bummer… but I won’t lie, he’s a really good player,” she said, slumping down in her seat.

You looked back at the arena, and there he was—Hinata, darting around the court with the same speed and stamina you remembered, reminding you of his old self. Maybe he hadn’t changed that much, after all. But then you noticed the difference—his movements were no longer sloppy. They were controlled, smooth, as if every motion had purpose. He was confident, proud, the embodiment of someone who’d truly grown.

The sight brought a bittersweet smile to your face. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of admiration for how far he’d come. But looking at the back of his jersey, you were reminded of the cold, hard truth.

To achieve his dreams, he’d had to create distance. He had chosen to leave you behind to pursue them, likely never telling you in fear of you trying to stop him. You weren’t selfish—you would have fought for him. But maybe he saw you as a threat to his ideal life. He cut you off without a word, leaving you to fill in the blanks.

Now, here he was, trying to waltz back into your life. But you knew it wouldn’t feel the same. No matter how friendly he acted, no amount of effort could erase the two years of radio silence between the two of you.

You were no longer on the same wavelength. He had become someone who lived in a different world—out of reach.

——

As the match comes to an end with MSBY claiming victory, the stands erupt with energy. Fans rise to their feet, reporters swarm toward the sweaty players, and long lines form as eager supporters clutch their merchandise, hoping for a chance at an autograph. You, on the other hand, are desperate to leave, debating whether to send Hinata a quick text with an excuse that the commotion is too overwhelming to meet him.

But before you can make your escape, your friends pull you toward the crowd surrounding the players, hoping to catch their attention. You stand awkwardly on the outskirts, silently begging for this to end. Then, a light tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you feel your heart lurch, nearly stopping altogether.

There he is—the one and only Hinata Shoyo, smiling as if the past two years had never even happened.

He stands before you, now 5’7”, his once-boyish frame replaced by a lean, muscular build honed by endless practice and the fierce Brazilian sun, which left his skin with a tan that hasn’t faded. You realize you might not have recognized him if he hadn’t spoken first. This isn’t the same 5’4” kid you used to spend your days with. He’s different now—almost a stranger.

“Hey y/n, I’m so glad you could make it,” the change in his voice catches you off guard, making it hard to come to terms with the fact that he’s standing in front of you—not as the third-year high schooler you once knew, but as a professional athlete.

“Yeah…” At a loss for words, you try to shift his attention away from your awkward demeanor.

“You were great out there, I almost didn’t believe that was you,” you shoot him a nervous smile, hands tucked behind your back.

“Of course! They don’t call me Ninja Shoyo for nothing,” he puffs out his chest, attempting to impress you—but it only makes you laugh.

It almost—almost—reminds you of how things used to be. Maybe you could pick up the pieces of the friendship you two left behind, after all. And if you’re lucky, you might even be able to make something new blossom between the two of you.

“What’s so funny? I’m being serious, you know!” He glares at you, but then, he stops. He notices the way your eyes soften, and it hits him—he misses this. He missed you. He can’t let you slip through his fingers now that you’re finally here, standing before him.

“Y/N!!” One of your friends rushes toward you, pulling you away from him before you can reply. “We’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You know she’s lying, but the way she eyeing Hinata and disregarding your existence burns.

“I’m your biggest fan! You’re so fine,” your friend says, grasping Hinata’s hand.

“I’m glad to hear that,” Hinata flashes his best fan smile, like it’s second nature. But the one thing that hasn’t changed? Your ability to read him like an open book.

A surge of anger courses through your veins. Whether it’s jealousy or something else, you’re not sure, but it’s enough to push you into action. You need a way out of this awkward scene—and quickly. Then, you notice the subtle glance Hinata gives you, and it sparks your idea.

“Hinata, how’s your foot? Does it still hurt?” You look at him, hoping he’ll catch on.

Quick as ever, he feigns pain, rubbing his leg. “Yeah, now that you mention it, it does kind of hurt.”

“Oh, why don’t I help you get to the first aid? It’d be a shame if you couldn’t play your next match because of this,” you suggest, shifting to offer him your support. He carefully leans on you, but you can tell he’s being cautious, not wanting to put too much weight on you.

“Bye, guys! You can head on without me!” You hear their confused, skeptical glances, but you ignore them. You escort him outside, where their prying eyes won’t be able to reach.

“You’re a lifesaver,” Hinata bends down, holding his knee while resting against the wall. He looks up at you with a small, grateful smile.

“Don’t you deal with fans like that all the time?” you cross your arms, a cool demeanor returning as you lock eyes with him.

“Yeah, but it’s not every day I get to see you,” he says, a smile that’s real, not the one he gives desperate fans. It’s the smile of someone who’s been missing you, someone who’s never forgotten you.

“If those are your actual friends, I feel bad for you,” he adds, and you can’t help but feel a mix of dread and anger. You want to keep the mood light, but there’s something inside you that just won’t let it go. You can’t ignore the hurt anymore.

“Yeah, you could’ve been my friend if you hadn’t left without a word two years ago.” The words are out before you can stop them, and you watch as his smile falters, his gaze shifting away from you—avoiding it, as if running from the confrontation. But you’re not going to let him run again.

He turns away, looking at the ground, but the guilt is clear. His posture stiffens, as if he’s struggling to find the right words.

“About that… it was kind of hard to break the news,” he admits, and you almost see red. The anger wells up in you again as you whip your face toward him, seeing the tension in his clenched jaw. He’s distressed.

Your mind spirals, hurt and confusion overwhelming you. Did he think I was a nuisance? Did he forget about me? Or worse… did he not even care?

“What do you mean? You told everyone else with ease.” You scoff, trying to suppress the rush of emotions. You thought maybe, just maybe, there was a chance to fix things. But it’s clear now—he’s not on the same page.

“You’re different…” he says quietly, his voice breaking the tension.

You’re caught off guard, the air thick with the weight of his words. You don’t know what to say, don’t know how to process it all.

“You’re special to me…” he continues, his voice soft, like he’s testing the waters. “There was just no way I could tell you without breaking down. I knew that if I told you face-to-face, I would’ve started doubting my decision. And you know how much volleyball means to me.”

“So do I not mean as much?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You laugh bitterly. Does he think that’s a good enough excuse?

“You could’ve texted me, you know,” you mutter under your breath, but the words are sharp with the sting of betrayal.

“I know… but I had hoped if I just said nothing, then we could pick up where we left off when I got back. It’d be as if nothing had changed at all.”

Nothing had changed at all? The anger in you swells.

“You’re so selfish…” Your voice cracks, but you hold it together. “Do you know how many pitiful glances people gave me whenever your name was mentioned? How I spent months unable to function because I thought my best friend hated me? I doubted if you even considered me a friend!”

You feel your heart pounding as you try to keep it together. The frustration, the hurt, the confusion—all of it comes rushing back in a tide of emotion. The anger takes over, but beneath it is a vulnerability you refuse to show.

“I don’t hate you…” He steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to gently take yours. “I could never hate you. I loved you, okay? I loved you, and I was afraid that if we stayed in touch, you wouldn’t be interested anymore. That I wouldn’t have time for you.”

The words hang in the air, suffocating you. He’s desperate. You can feel it, the weight of the years that passed between you two. It’s almost too much to bear.

“You could’ve told me before…” The words escape you in a whisper. “I would’ve tried. I would’ve made it work. Clearly, you undermine how much I care about you. When have I ever been bored of you?”

His eyes gleam with that hope again. “We can start fresh. Forget the last two years. Let’s make it work, please…”

You want to give in. You want to run into his arms and forget everything. But you can’t. You know it won’t be the same. You know that you can’t ignore the hurt of the past two years.

“I don’t think we can…” You pull your hands away from his grasp. The scene plays out slowly in his eyes as you begin to walk away from him—the same way he walked away from you.

“I’m sorry, Hinata. I just can’t bring myself to act like those two years didn’t happen.” Your voice cracks, but you don’t turn around.

And for the first time, it was his turn to feel the anguish you’ve carried all this time.

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—> FREE ME exams are around the corner and instead of studying I’m doing this lol!😂😂😂😭😂😭😂😭😂😭😂

—> gulps i hope u guys enjoyed this cause I certainly did not enjoy writing ts!!

—> help i lowkey feel like no one gets the songs the thaf i reference as my title

—> this how we coping chat ….👅

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situationship texts w/ ten

FEATURING!

KOUTAROU BOKUTO, shoyo hinata, ryunoske tanaka, TOORU OIKAWA, aoi todo, satori tendou, TETSUROU KUROO my bf duh, DENKI KAMINARI, EIJIROU KIRISHIMA, both miya twins i recon, takuma ino, akiteru tsukishima, SATORU GOJO, connie springer, MONKEY D LUFFY, toge inumaki, yuji itadori, KEIGO TAKAMI, togata mirio, hitoshi shinsou, sero hanta ok im done + ur faves ofc

LACTOSE INTOLÉRANCE WHO⁉️ yall ever get a text from someone and take a minute to FUCKING SCREAM into ur pillow bcos u dont wanna reply to fast and the actually catch yrself and be like WAIT all this over a (insert romantic/sexual partner) and be like bitch BE FR if u dont chill tf out NEOW anyways

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hq charas proposal + rings hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: all fluff!!, reader x all hq charas, not proofread

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-the type to believe in 'the bigger the diamond, the bigger the heart' as in their love for you. the really don't care about how it the ring may be perceived by others because they won't know how much they love you enough to find you the biggest diamond in store.

"okay.. um. OH MY GOD! i think i just saw a squirrel," while they point somewhere behind you, struggling to get onto one knee before you whip your head around to see the love of your life with one knee on the floor. "i lied there was no squirrel.. but i never lie about how much i love you, will you marry me?"

charas: hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro, tanaka ryunosuke, nishinoya yu

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-the type to get you a diamond-encrusted ring.. hear me out okay. not the ugly tacky ones but a simple one where it's just tiny diamonds all over where you can wear it with every outfit. even though it's already encrusted with multiple diamonds.. they believe you're more than just that amount on the ring they proposed with.

"This ring may not seem like much when it comes to diamonds. But it somewhat expresses at least a quarter of my love for you. I promise to continue making you the happiest you'll ever be whenever we're together and add to the diamonds on your finger along the way. What do you say? Will you marry me?"

charas: osamu miya, daichi sawamura, oikawa tooru, atsumu miya

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-the type to propose to you with an elegant but extravagant ring that has three stone diamonds in the middle. they think that two more on the sides of the middle are better than just one and that it just matches how they saw you more. either way.. the way they perceive you doesn't change but the love and adoration they have for you which increases daily.

"love, ever since i met you that day. all i could see was you looking down at me from above as i slid a ring on your finger. all i could think about was how i wanted to be the best man you could ever have.. please, will you marry me?"

charas: kuroo tetsurou, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi, iwaizumi hajime

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-the type to find a sleek and elegant ring to do more than one with a diamond. something about the easy-going and smooth design drew them in, similar to your promise rings when you first starting dated had nostalgia washing over them while they went shopping for your engagement rings.

"this might not look like much... well, that's because i wanted them to look like the rings we had when we first started dating. the promise rings were already like wedding rings. the spark of joy i felt when you wanted to match something so symbolic in a relationship had ideas of being bonded together for life running courses in my head. so why don't we get them permanently and.. get married?"

charas: kita shinsuke, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji

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-the type to purchase a simple regular diamond ring.. however, a very valuable one that made their bank account gulp. either way, they still swiped that card because they know that the amount they're spending isn't even enough to match the amount of love they have in store for you.. or even your wedding night. everytime you'd question them how much they spent on your ring, they're definitely brushing it off.. never letting you know.....

"wow.. i don't even know what to say but marry me, please. since day one i couldn't take you off my mind. all i could ever think about was having a future with you in it, right next to me. please.. will you do the honors of marrying me?"

charas: sakusa kiyoomi, kenma kozume, suna rintarou, ushijima wakatoshi

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