#i love how impolite hinata is

[emberz7]

—f i g h t ! ! ! [end of chap. 1]

[narhinafan]

Just saw some tumblr posts about the definition of heroine due to how it's defined depending on the medium. For manga and anime though, Heroine refers to the girl that the male MC is romantically involved with, particularly for the shonen genre, who also have admirable traits. For western media though, heroine means different.

Context, for both Naruto and Bleach, Hinata and Orihime are the heroines since both women are romantically involved with Naruto and Ichigo, their respective series' MCs. If applied in the western context, both women are primarily love interests and don't necessarily fit the definition of heroine.

That's why knowing the context and cultural differences is key to understand why character dynamics in manga and anime are different in western media. People seem to forget that both Bleach and Naruto are made by Japanese mangakas who insert part of their culture in their works. Naruto proposed to Hinata twice, one in Shippuden where he asked her to "shut up and follow me", to western sensibilities, this is nothing but to Japanese, that same statement is an informal and kinda impolite way of proposing marriage. Hence, it led to Hinata fainting since she thought Naruto is proposing marriage to her. In the Last, Naruto makes the proper and typical Japanese marriage proposal by saying to Hinata that he wanted to spend his life with her, till he or they die. That also seals the deal of them being an official couple together. Japanese men usually use roundabout statements when proposing marriage unlike in the west where men ask directly.

To end my statement, it is useless to argue with the definition of heroine since its meaning is different between cultures. You'll just end up going into circles since each side will claim they are right.

P.S. - I stopped myself from commenting about the issue of why Temari and Hinata are not wearing their husbands' clan crests while Sakura was wearing the Uchiha crest. To put it simply, people who marry into the clan don't wear the crest of the clan they marry into except if the clan head allows them to since the use of the clan crest is usually reserved to those born into the clan, like the kids. That's why the Uzumaki siblings, new gen Ino-Shika-Cho and Sarada have no problems with wearing it as they were born into it, their mothers and father (in Inojin's case) usually don't do it so Sakura is just the anomaly.

Yeah in Japan heroine is more for the MC's love interest were in the western media its for main female or females in the story.

Its a bit sad that so much can be lost in the translations due to the difference in culture like what Naruto said to Hinata where he basically asked her to marry him. Its even more annoying since Japanese aren't as open and subdued when it comes to showing love and romance compared to western countries leading to a lot of misunderstandings in the fandoms.

Hinata does have a necklace with the Uzumaki symbol though likely a gift from Naruto.

Sakura however clearly just put the clan symbol on everything to brag, it only shows how obsessed she is with Sasuke and sees him more as a trophy then a person.

[more-than-a-princess]

Easy for her to say 'calm down.' Sonia didn't doubt that Yaguchi had her own demons to contend with, but it was nothing like being responsible for mass murder in a cult of despair. All in service to a leader who preached that unpredictable despair was the cure for boredom, for feeling anything and everything. The most prevalent now, in Sonia's experience, were deep sadness, loneliness, and regret: nothing she wanted, everything she hated.

And so Sonia sobbed harder. Behind her hands and so thoroughly disgraced in the world, it no longer mattered what she looked like or how she reacted in front of others. And thus, when Shinobu tugged her hands away, she revealed a pair of red, swollen, and splotchy eyes, flushed and tear-stained cheeks, and a nose that ran unless Sonia sniffled, an attempt to dry her tears and the rest of her face while at it. A mostly fruitless endeavor, as Yaguchi held her hands firmly in her own and with no way to wipe at the mess on her face.

"That seems," A pause, a sniffle, "A bit bizarre. To sleep well beside me. I have committed murder on quite a large scale, and have caused plenty of suffering to many more. You shouldn't find any comfort in me: no one does."

That wasn't exactly true: the only people she felt who could find comfort in her were those as equally complicit and guilty in The Tragedy as she was. Person, rather: who had looked at her and couldn't see a woman worth loving anymore, just someone who had helped destroy the world and destroy him, in the way only someone his twisted heart loved could do. He'd done the same for her, she had the faint scars to prove it. They, alongside the many that littered her lower torso, were both her comfort and love, and her shame and sorrow. A constant reminder that anything she felt she'd deserved before she'd become a Remnant of Despair was beyond her now.

Another sniffle, and Sonia needed to look away, gently tugging her hands out of Yaguchi's grasp. She'd been gentle, Yaguchi, but it seemed impolite to stay like that. After she'd already breached the barriers of personal space, considering how little help the pillows had been in the end. "You probably wish to leave," Sonia mumbled, finally reaching up to wipe at the last few tears in her eyes. But her tone left little to question: instead, it was decidedly on the side of 'there's no reason why you'd want to stay here, not without a threatening thunderstorm to keep her prisoner in my cabin.'

It was hard to believe anyone at face value anymore, at least about anything remotely positive. Makoto Naegi's constant prattling about hope and bright futures, with his friends espousing similar sentiments (Togami aside) and now Yaguchi assuring her that not only had she not taken advantage of her, but she enjoyed sleeping at her side. It all seemed so disingenuous, empty words and phrases spouted to pacify the former mass-murderers so they wouldn't revert back to the monsters they once were. So they wouldn't overpower and slaughter the Future Foundation members before commandeering a ship and carrying out Junko Enoshima's Despair, or a new sort of terror entirely unique to them. It wasn't as if Sonia hadn't thought of it: not that she wanted to, but more the fact she was capable of it. And she was only the former Ultimate Princess, thinking of what around her could be turned into a weapon that the Future Foundation had yet to confiscate. Hajime was the brains behind every operation now: if he wanted to, Sonia was certain, he could find a way for all of them to get off the island and pursue whatever path they wished.

But he was compliant. He wanted to work with the Future Foundation, to have Hajime Hinata and Izuru Kamukura work in tandem together to make one composite being. So she was stuck: stuck until she was deemed ready to be sent home, exiled from her home forever. Her friends...they were her home now, not the half-burnt, crumbling kingdom in Europe who couldn't decide whether to let her live a life imprisoned or kill her as soon as she stepped foot on Novosonian soil.

Sonia winced, falling back down against the pillows and mattress. There was no alcohol left in her cabin, nothing that could take the pain away. If only she would will herself into a dreamless sleep, and keep it going until she no longer had to live anymore.

Despite the fact Yaguchi was still very much present and very much awake, Sonia pulled the covers up over her messy braid, her sticky cheeks. There was no reason to get out of bed, not really.

In the lightly dreamy haze of early morning wakefulness, Shinobu hadn't anticipated what Sonia's reaction would be when she finally woke. Likely embarrassment, to some extent, but it hadn't come to mind that she might be upset. Of course, from Shinobu's perspective, nothing had been done that was unacceptable. Against all odds, she'd slept well, and if she were looking at the state of her life through an honest lens, she was terribly lonely. If anything, they felt as though they should apologize, for taking such comfort in her closeness.

Sonic, though, clearly was worked up by what had happened. It took a moment for the situation to properly sink in, before her words fully clicked in Shinobu's mind. Sonia thought she'd done something awful, and that thought had clearly recalled unpleasant memories. It was true that there was video evidence of those crimes of hers, though Shinobu had made it a point never to seek them out. The murders were unavoidable, from all of the remnants, especially when Shinobu had been personally present for some of them. Yet their other acts of depravity... surely they'd all prefer for those to be forgotten as much as possible, and the archer would like to oblige them when they could.

"Miss Nevermind, please calm down," Shinobu started, her voice still quiet, such that Sonia simply spoke over her. Whatever guilt, shame, or self-loathing she was experiencing seemed, for the moment, too thick to reach through with quiet words alone. But then, what was the proper thing to do in such a situation? What would Seiko have done? What would Anzu have done? "Oh, I dunno, Shinobu-chan, not slept alongside a dangerous genocidal maniac in the middle of a Little Episode?"

Well, that wasn't exactly helpful. Truthfully, Seiko would have likely clammed up, given how she struggled with any kind of confrontation, and Anzu - the real Anzu - never would have found herself in a position like this anyway. If anything, she'd have simply laughed it off, and that was neither something Shinobu was capable, nor believed would help. "Miss Nevermind, I-" No, rather, if Shinobu wanted to soothe her in some way, to protect not just her body, but her heart as well, then whatever came next would need to be authentically herself, rather than some pale imitation of what some departed kind person would do.

Besides, Sonia's weeping made it difficult to get a word in edgewise. From the night before Shinobu knew that she wasn't necessarily comfortable being touched without her consent, and so it seemed quite the risk. Then again, they'd had a moment together, hadn't they? Of trust, and of warmth. And so, for that reason, Shinobu swallowed the anxieties that threatened to devour them from the inside out, and softly reached up to take Sonia's hands and move them away from her face. She didn't let go, not for a moment, as her hands lightly clasped around the other woman's, and she looked directly to her eyes.

"Sonia," she started, the given name spilling out from her lips before she'd realized it, "please, listen to me, alright?" Again, that urge welled up inside her, the urge to hug Sonia tightly, or to caress her cheek and wipe her tears for her. No, Shinobu Yaguchi was no expert when it came to comforting another, and yet any discomfort that came with that fact would be discarded if it was for the sake of Sonia's happiness. Her hands, still holding Sonia's, squeezed softly, as she regarded the other woman with a patient, gentle expression.

"You've done nothing wrong." She searched the oceans of Sonia's eyes, hoping to find some confirmation that she was listening, that something was getting through to her even with the situation being as upsetting for her as it was. "You have not done anything untoward to me. I'm fine, and while the contact was unexpected, it was not unpleasant or inappropriate. Truthfully, I slept quite well - better than I typically do." There was no ignoring that reality. Shinobu Yaguchi was painfully lonely, and after having become accustomed to sleeping beside another person more often than not, she'd felt the absence strongly since Seiko's death.

"I know you must feel immense guilt over the people you have hurt, but you have not hurt me. You took no advantage of me, and if the situation arose again, I would sleep soundly at your side, without any concern or apprehension. I still trust you." Again, Shinobu resisted the urge to hold her face, or offer more physical reassurance that would be inappropriate in the moment. "I promise, Sonia, you didn't do anything wrong." Please don't cry, and certainly not for my sake.

[shhhlikeme]

A/N: Feeling writers block so I thought I’d throw in headcannons with some of my fave boys that has been sitting in my drafts! If you want me to continue this with more characters, request em!

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Intentionally or Unintentionally CockTeasing The Haikyuu Boys Because They Can’t Have Sex

(Slight NSFW)

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So this is wah gwan/

Background for Understanding:

Your boyfriend was playing volleyball and pulled the groin muscle in his inner thigh. After several x-rays, he would be out a little longer than a month before making a full recovery. But the doctor told him that the boy MUST refrain from ANY and ALL sexual activity if they ever want to play again. The look on his face looked like he had just been told that the world was ending lmao. You snickered and hugged him. Reassuring them that “It’ll be fine, babe.”

But it wouldn’t be.

Because you were a little shit (unintentional or not).

Needless to say, they were having a tough time refraining from any and all sexual activity—

Here’s why:

Wakatoshi

“Y/N. Do you think this is funny?” Asks your boyfriend seriously as he gives you a disapproving look. You’d think he was your school principal by the way he was chastising you.

You feigned innocence as you pouted at him with wide eyes. “What? What am I doing now, Toshiiii?”

He didn’t blink.

“Must you practice your splits for cheerleading right here? In front of me? Wearing a thong? Why not go to the den.”

Suppressing your urge to giggle, you leaned further into your almost-middle splits as you flipped your hair—looking back at him over your shoulder.

“No, I want to be near you, Tosh.”

Your boyfriend scoffed at your response, unimpressed and frankly pissed.

“I do not want you near me doing that. Go. Now.”

You smile because as your giant serious boyfriend spoke he stared intently at your ass only. You could see the tent forming in his jeans as he watched you stretch.

“You’ll have much more space to do this in the den.” He added.

“Oh? You want me to go to the den because I’ll have more space, love? Or could it be because you want to help me stretch out elsewhere—maybe the inside of my pussy—but the doctor said you can’t?”

Toshi’s mouth fell open at your insinuation. Annoyed and undeniably horny, he makes himself shut his mouth again. You reached your hands forward in the stretch to give your man a better visual of your ass and you could hear him groan from behind you.

Ushijima made a move to take you upstairs before remembering the doctors orders and stopping. He reminded himself why he cared so much about that sport that was standing in his way from fucking his girlfriend to oblivion and tried to calm his anger at you for teasing him.

“I’ll go, then.” He stated angrily. “I’m going to Tendou’s. Tell me when you’re done stretching, and I’ll be back.”

You waved at your boyfriend happily as he left because he looked funny marching out with a huge boner sticking out from his front.

“Okay, baby! I will!”

Hinata

“Whoaa....” Murmured Shōyo as he watched you with wide eyes. For the past three minutes he has had his eyes glued to you while you devoured the ice cream cone he had just gotten you two from your fridge.

You used your tongue to lick all around the vanilla treat. Swirling your tongue up, down, and around, sometimes making a slurpy sound that sounded quite familiar to the boy who missed your blow jobs so much.

Mans sat there watching your tongue like he was in a trance, his eyes flicking from your mouth to his attention-starved dick then back to your mouth.

When the ice cream shrunk enough to be swallowed like your boyfriends cock, you enclosed your lips around it suggestively and met your boyfriends pleading eyes as you did it.

You finished the rest of your frozen treat happily, knowing you just made your boyfriend incoherent with lust.

“Mmmm......it’s so sticky........and tastes so good....” you sigh in delight as you lick your fingers of the white creamy sweetness.

“Shōyo? You haven’t even touched your ice cream. And it’s dripping all over your hand!”

After calling his name twice more Hinata snapped out of his trance, he looked over at his dripping strawberry ice cream cone that he’d forgotten he even had as soon as he heard your first slurp.

“Oh, Y/N. Here, please, take mine too!” He shoved his ice cream in your direction and you slowly take it from your oddly acting boyfriend.

“You want me to..... have your ice cream?”

Hinata nodded enthusiastically before he quickly wiped his hands clean with a paper towel. He leaned his head on his knuckles as he got comfortable, preparing himself to watch you swirl your tongue around ice cream again like this was his favourite Marvel movie!

“Okay, I’m ready.” He says with bright, eager eyes.

Actual footage of your boyfriend Shōyo:

“Go.”

Aran

“Babe. You had to pick this movie on your choice of movie night?” Your boyfriend wiped his face as a show of stress. He begrudgily stared at his screen and then looked down at you through the slits of his eyes.

Pressed to his side on the couch, you smiled up at him innocently.

“365 Days? What’s wrong with it? I think it’s interesting so far. Plus, Atsumu suggested it to me. He told me to play it on our next movie night!”

Aran clenched his fists under the blanket at your words, secretly promising himself to tell his best friend’s new girlfriend how many girls Atsumu has really been with before her the next time Aran went over there.

LMFAOOOOO

“Oh he did, did he? Atsumu. That angel.....” He grimaced. “Was this before or after you told him about the doctors orders when he was worried?” Aran asked between clenched teeth.

“Uhhh.....after, I’m pretty sure. But, Aran, shhhhhhh! It’s getting to a good part!” Aran watched your beautiful eyes light up as the two characters in the movie started fucking on the yacht like animals.

“Ouuu, baby. We should try that position tonight!” You quip, pointing at the screen then taking a sip of your coke.

Aran cursed his stupid friend. “I—“

“Oh right, sorry! I forgot you can’t, poo. But as soon as you are cured, can we try that?!”

Your boyfriend stared you down in mental agony as he pictured pistoning his dick in you mirroring the position on screen—only right now on this couch. His dick jumped.

“Yeah.” He sighed. “When I’m cured.”

“How long again?” You asked as you grabbed the remote to turn up the sound volume during another hot sex scene.

“Too damn long.” He rolled his eyes as he looked back at the porn-disguised-as a-romantic-movie on screen too.

Yams

“Auuuuuuhhhhhhhhh. Yesssssssssss. F-f-f-feels soooooooo g-o-o-o-d-d-d-d, Tadashi.....”

With a violent blush, your boyfriend gave the Furniture store worker a thumbs up.

“I umm.... guess she likes it.” Tadashi reasoned, putting his hand on your shoulder. He squeezed your shoulder silently trying to tell you to quiet down in the store.

Sitting in the turbo massage chair, you moaned some more, letting your boyfriend and the worker know how much you liked how it felt. Tadashi’s ears perked up at every sigh and moan you made. He couldn’t rid his mind of memories of you moaning just like that when you’re on top of him and he has a vibrator pressed to your clit. It was clouding his thoughts. He bit his lip as he zoned out thinking about the fun you two could have on this chair at home with a vibrator. Only a month longer from this stupid injury and you’d be extra sensitive on his dick with the help of this chair....

“—and the parts will be sold separately. Should I ring you up, sir?”

Tadashi was startled when his girlfriend slapped him blindly on the chest to get his attention back to the sales associate.

What is wrong with him? You thought as you felt your lower back getting kneaded. The man is standing right in front of him and he’s zoning out? Get it together, Space Cadet Yams.

“Huh?! Excuse me?! Sorry, what?” Tadashi rubbed his eyes. “Sorry, I was distracted. Can you repeat that?!” He apologized.

The sales associate smiled kindly.

“Sure thing Mr. Tadashi.....so, I was just explaining that the massage chair is the best of its generation. If you look right here on the remote I have— it has 8 brilliant speeds and intensity adjustments. Your girlfriend is on 2 right now which means that if I increase it to, let’s say, 5 ...”

As the associate spoke, Yams was pulled from paying attention to him as you moaned louder when the level setting increased. “O-o-oh my G-g-god.....Dashi y-y-y-es.”

Picturing you saying this while you were grinding on his cunt-buried dick, Yams knew he was on the verge of defying his doctors orders and just fucking you in the car....

The massage chair dug into your tense shoulders yes LORD—

“Oh b-b-baby. T-th-thats-s th-the sp-p-p-o-t-t..”

As a last ditch effort to save his volleyball career, Yams rudely snatched the remote from the employee’s hands, scattering to hide his new erection behind the massage chair.

He clicked a button on the remote to turn the massage chair off fully while blushing at the employees shocked expression due to being interrupted and basically assaulted.

“Um, sorry! We’ll take it!” Yams freaked out apologetically.

“😱 Yamaguchi!” You scolded your boyfriend’s sudden rudeness. “That was so impolit—“ turning in the chair to see your boyfriends dark blush that you recognized to be his horny face, you stopped. It only took one look at him for you to understand exactly why he just acted completely out of character and rude. It reminded you that you have been on this sex strike with him for far too long, ugh.

You stood up from the chair, calling the confused associates attention away from your horny boyfriend. “Um.... I can sign the paper work. Want to bring me to the cash?” You asked him professionally.

The salesman blinked at Yams before looking down at you. “Uh, of-of course ma’am. Follow me.”

As you two walked away Yams’ top half collapsed on the head rest of the chair. He tried to will his hard member to soften but with the massage chair currently under his skin and so close to him, he couldn’t get your vibrated moans out of his head.

He decided that a stroll through the store’s bathroom section might help.

Ya, that would definitely help.

Akaashi

“I know what you’re doing.” Your boyfriend deadpanned as you showed up late to dinner wearing an extremely low cut dress in the chest area. Your breasts could stop traffic in that and you had only just taken off your trench coat after you and Akaashi sat down so he and the female server were basically the only ones who got an eyeful the entire night.

“I like this dress, Kashi. Don’t you? Can you pass me the salad, please?”

Challenging you with his eyes and trying his best not to look down at your remarkable chest, Akaashi reached over to share you some Mediterranean salad onto your plate like a gentleman.

“Say when.” He insisted.

You smiled and leaned forward to peer at his serving so that your boobs were pressed to the forearm he held the bowl with. Akaashi’s breath hitched. After sharing way more than you could eat, you leaned in close to his ear and whispered

“When.”

Your boyfriend’s eyes flickered down to your boobs before he adjusted himself to relieve the tightening in his pants.

“So, how is your injury, babe?” You ask sweetly, taking a bite of the salad and smiling at him.

“It’s fine. As long as I get to play again it’s manageable, but I believe—“

“Crap.” You pretended to be just as uncomfortable as your boyfriend sitting with a boner as you clutched the bottom of your boobs. You pressed them upward, re-situating them with purpose. Akaashi stared at your breasts openly as he took a shaky deep breath.

“What’s the matter?” He asked hungrily, calling back his composure.

“Oh, my bra wire is just bugging me. Boys wouldn’t understand......” You fixed them some more.

“I know what you’re doing, Y/N.” Akaashi licked his lips and watched you basically fondle your soft breasts in front of him. It made his mouth water, but he tried not to show it.

“Hm. You’re the smartest person I know, so I reckon you do know what I’m doing....” You quirked an eyebrow as you removed your hands from your girls and took a gentle sip of your water.

“—Is it working?” You winked at him like a trained seductress-assassinator in a major motion picture.

Akaashi leaned back in his seat, he undressed you with his eyes; also like a trained seductress-assasinator in a major motion picture.

You shivered under the insanely beautiful man’s intensive gaze, closing your thighs to relieve the tension you suddenly felt in your private area since he made you beyond horny with that look.

“It’s working. Yes.” The side of Keiji’s lip quirked up in a half grin. “But I’m fairly certain you don’t know that the doctor called 3 days ago and told me that I am recovering exceptionally fast. He gave me the green light for physical activity again. Sexual: physical activity. I double checked.”

The blood drained from your face as you felt a wave of upcoming pleasure wash through you. You had been waiting 23 days without sex and in a flash you regrettably remembered just how much of your teasing over that period your gorgeous boyfriend had to endure. How much he had to pay you back for.

Akaashi smirked ever so sexily at your shocked reaction. Good, he thought to himself. So you knew what was in store for you tonight.

You stared at him like 👁👄👁

“Waiter.” Your hubby called over your head in his attractive voice with an elegant lift of his glass. He dropped his eyes to look back at you with a panty-dropping stare. As you shivered again, Akaashi proclaimed the weighted words that would inaugurate a long night of screams, kisses, and earth shattering orgasms:

“Cheque please.”

[bluealmondpie]

Heyoo, sorry for disturbing on whatever ur doing but.... Is it okay if you can do headcannons for any boy u choose, don't worry I simp for all of them, with a s/o who has fluffy hair and it's split dyed

Love ur writing and I luv u

U R NOT INTERRUPTING ANYTHING MY LOVE! and omg a free pass to any character!!! so i did a few bc i couldn't decide on one, then i decided to do characters that so far have not appeared in my writing much, just on a whim, and split dyed hair is 100/10 i wish my current job lets me do that but no (;-;) here u go i hope this is what u were looking for!!! i love u too ♪( ´▽｀) also that image is adorable ♡

terushima

* honestly? he probably egged u on and helped u choose the colours

* after u finished doing up your hair he was like ooooooo ✨✨ lemme touch

* and suddenly he's totally addicted so fluffy!!! soft!!

* not worried about being rude or annoying will 10/10 just ruffle hair cos "it looked so soft?" rubs "how is this real?" rubs "it's so fking fluffy babe?!"

* from then on it's like a daily thing he will pat or ruffle hair whenever he meets you

* and whenever u say/do something cute

* and whenever you're sad

* and whenever you're angry

* and whenever he wants to, which is p much all the time (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

* u can use it to threaten him tho. teru i swear if you don't stop being annoying i'm not gonna let u pat my head anymore and he will straightaway just stop everything

* boy loves touch so if u take away any touch he will b sad (;-;)

* he likes to play with each half of the colours separately, then try to braid mess it up so that the colours "will mix? will it mix?"

* your hair will get all messy and knotted up and you'll b royally pissed

* he's no good at combing thru the knots tho

* make him do a boba run while u undo it

* he will not b messing with it in a long while (about 2days only LMAO)

*****

goshiki

* tbh he has always wanted to touch your hair

* i mean look at this child u can't tell me he doesn't like soft things he is soft

* very in love with the fluff but very afraid to indulge cos it's invading personal space

* he only realised it was ok to touch when semi and tendou patted u on the head for a job well done (idk maybe u r shiratorizawa's manager or something) but even then he was like but they are third years is it rlly ok

* it was

* HE SCREAMED INSIDE OK LIKE OMGOMGOMG YASSSSSSS FLUFF

* anyway even if you two are dating he will still have same resistance cos he thinks it's rude to touch other people's heads without permission* (idk about other countries but i've been told not to pat people's heads cos it's rude/condescending? idk if asian parenting in general or just my asian parents)

* you'll have to tell him explicitly that it's ok

* even so he will only do it in private and when he is feeling courageous/confident or when he really can't resist anymore LOL

* was surprised when u dyed it

* doesn't know what to think about the colours "i... er... it's pretty? what about work/school and like do your parents know r u sure i mean it's pretty but Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)"

* can't get used to it

* but he won't complain he thinks it's pretty he's just worried about what other people think he doesn't want them to think badly of u

*****

sugawara

* NO QUALMS WILL RUFFLE THE FLUFFLES

* he's got fluffy hair too you know

* it's almost a competition. whose hair is softer. fluffier. you compete to see how many people prefer whose fluff. spoiler: hinata wins, even if he wasn't supposed to be part of the competition.

* anyway! suga loves to just. bury his face in your hair

* nice smelling. soft. he can't resist

* a surprise back hug and then he will rub his face in the floof and b all like babe u smell nice today (♡-♡) pls don't move and let me live in your hair

* and u have to shake him off sugaaaaa you're heavy pls moveeeee /offended noises i am not heavy!!

* when u dyed it you didn't tell him

* impromptu decision maybe? he was a little surprised when he saw you after that

* chaotic baby loves the colours. will bring u out in front of daichi to watch daichi implode from shock (he can't explode cos it's impolite)

* a bit sad that u didn't ask him to help cos

* will 100% help to bleach/dye hair! "why waste money when we can just do it ourselves! ♪( ´▽｀)"

* also bc helping u to do your hair means he gets to play with your hair for a whole day! objective achieved (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

* secretly he wants to match u but he's working now and he can't! (;-;)

* will ask if u want to do the same to your eyebrows. pls say no this boy is the epitome of chaos he just wants to see shit hit the fan

* otherwise why tell daichi? LOL

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requests are open!~ send me stuff ♡

masterlist here (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

please save me they are all chaotic characters here and i cannot. deal. also chaotic suga needs more love y'all!!! anime sugawara is always so... calm and perfect senpai vibes but manga suga is chaos and anxiety and i love him so much ♡

likes and reblogs appreciated ♪( ´▽｀)

[imaginethathaikyuu]

this is my first time requesting! may i ask for a tsukishima trying to deny the fact that he has the biggest crush on the (preferably female) reader but all he can think of is all the good things about her but he's still in denial with himself? thank you i love your work

thank you for the request!its long so u know the drill click keep reading plsfem reader

Tsukishima Kei has a problem. Recently, for the first time in his life, he has become aware of a girl. And not just any girl.

He’s become aware of you.

You and your dumb hair. Your perfume that definitely doesn’t smell like the sweetest strawberries he’s ever smelled. Your stupid hands that he knows are so much smaller than his. The shoes you wear. The dinosaur pin on your backpack. Your handwriting.

He’s become aware of it all. And he is not happy about it.

You sat in the seat in front of his. Ever since first year started, he’s been picking up on little details about you - details that he can’t seem to forget - and it makes him want to curse any and every god in existence that you somehow ended up in his class.

Every day when class and practice are over, when he’s sitting in his bedroom, he convinces himself that he’s forgotten. Forgotten about you and your pretty eyes and your obnoxious laugh and your often chipped nail polish. By the end of the night he can’t even remember what your voice sounds like - and that’s how he likes it. And he’s able to go to bed easily, he isn’t haunted by thoughts of you - he’s managed to get away with not dreaming about you, not even once. And everything is fine.

Then he wakes up, he goes about his routine. No thoughts about girls here - Tsukishima is calm and collected both inside and out. He can focus on practicing. He can look forward to the meal his mother had packed him for lunch. He can listen to Yamaguchi talking about whatever it is that Yamaguchi talks about without being distracted by anything other than the music playing quietly in his headphones.

But as soon as he steps into class and sees you - you were always there before him - all of the anxiety that he spent the entire day before willing away, stormed it’s way back into his chest and his stomach and his fingertips tenfold.

And it sucks.

He doesn’t want to know you.

And he spends the entire class tapping his fingers against his desk, picking at the skin next to his fingernails, even biting his nails.

To make matters worse, recently, you’ve started turning around.

When all of this started, Tsukishima thought he was just being observant. And he was - but he’s not sure when that turned into him thinking about how your hand would fit into is, or how badly he just wants to kiss your forehead to see your cheeks heat up.

You’re so dumb.

And you were turned around now, smiling right at him with that dumb smile that he couldn’t will himself to look away from for too long.

“Tsukki, I didn’t do so hot on this test,” you laughed, referring to the test your teacher had just handed back to the class.

Does she need help studying? Maybe I could -

“You suck,” he replied, trying his hardest to mean it.

You whined, dramatically throwing yourself onto his desk, making some self-deprecating joke that he couldn’t quite hear over the smell of your perfume taking over his senses.

You lifted yourself up and Tsukishima clenched his fists and his jaw. He watched your lips instead of your eyes as you spoke.

“You got a perfect score? You bastard.”

He wasn’t sure how to respond. Talking to you wasn’t easy.

You continued, “I’m this close to asking you on a study date.”

Date. 

“I’m just as close to turning you down,” he replied.

Stupid. 

“Ouch, Tsukki, I think you broke my heart.”

He wished you’d stop calling him that god awful nickname you picked up from Yamaguchi.

“Seriously, I’d appreciate some help…” you said to him. Your tone of voice shifted from your previous happy go lucky attitude - he didn’t like it.

He didn’t like any of your voices and not a single one of your attitudes, but this is the one he likes the least.

Luckily for him that tone was gone quickly, “please, Tsukki! Help me so I don’t fail! I’ll let you brag about it!”

Please, brain, stop me from what I’m about to say. Don’t let me say it. Please.

“I’ll help you if you stop calling me that stupid name.”

Why did I just say that?

It was a joke, really, and the snarkiest thing he could come up with on the spot. But as much as he tried to deny it, he knew how much he wanted to hear his first name leave your lips. It’d be so satisfying and such a turn on.

You giggled. “Deal.”

Fuck.

The rest of class, all he could think about was you. Even when the bell rang, he barely heard it.

He stood up and collected his things quickly, hoping you wouldn’t stop him - maybe what you said before was just a joke, maybe you didn’t actually want to make plans with him.

“Practice doesn’t last too long, does it? I have student council today, anyway, so I’ll meet you outside the gym once our activities are over! Your place is probably closer by than mine, so we can go there, right?”

Do you ever shut up?

“Sure,” he replied.

Keep it at that. Don’t say anything else. You aren’t interested in this.

“Don’t be late.”

You laughed, “I won’t!”

Fuck.

His life would soon be over, now that he’s officially let himself become involved with the girl he’s been cursed by. This didn’t have to happen - if he’d ever learn to hold his tongue.

Maybe, just maybe, you won’t show up.

Tsukishima had to force himself to ignore the ache in his chest caused by that thought.

If you don’t show up, it’d be better for him all around. Maybe he could ditch you before you get here?

No - that’s too impolite. He couldn’t do that; even if a part of him wanted to run away, he couldn’t let himself.

He was frustrated - and nothing would take it away, not even hitting a volleyball as hard as he could.

“You’re doing worse than usual today, Tsukishima,” Hinata said to him during a minute of downtime.

“Fuck off,” Tsukki replied, immediately rolling his eyes at his own angry tone - and at the fact that he couldn’t even come up with a better come back.

“And meaner than usual, too,” Hinata grumbled as he walked away, off to annoy someone else.

Tsukishima wiped the sweat from his brow and forced himself to make it through the last hour of practice.

Getting through practice was the easy part, though - it was getting through the rest of the night that would be difficult.

Just keep reminding yourself how much she sucks. It’ll be fine.

But, as they say, that was much easier said than done. 

It was going to be a long night.

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“Akaashi!”  Bokuto practically shouted.  “Did you see that?  He jumped all the way from one building to another!  Do you think Hinata could do that?  Do you think I could do that?  Hey, we should try-”

“Bokuto-san,” Akaashi whispered patiently, for about the 400th time.  “Please keep your voice down.  It’s impolite to talk in a movie theater.”

He regretted sitting next to Bokuto.  He loved his captain, he really did.  Really and truly did.  As in, he was completely head over heels in love with him, even if he didn’t act like it, even if he didn’t want to be.  But love aside, Akaashi could feel his teammates’ eyes on his back, urging him to silence their team’s leader, asking him why he hadn’t been able to already when it was normally a fairly easy task for him.  Moreover, he could feel the rest of the audience glaring at him.  He couldn’t pay attention to the movie at all.

Although, as Bokuto finally quieted down about halfway through the movie, he realized that the captain’s antics weren’t the only reason he was distracted.  He’d felt fine on the way here, but suddenly Akaashi’s stomach felt… off, to say the least.  Incredibly nauseas would be the most accurate way to describe the way he felt at that moment.

He muffled a burp into his fist and took a discrete peek at Bokuto, who, being in the aisle seat, was currently blocking Akaashi’s exit.  The spiky haired boy was leaning forward in his seat, hands clasped.  He was clearly enraptured in the action movie.  Akaashi again found himself distracted, this time by the way the light was playing on Bokuto’s face.  Akaashi was so out of it that he didn’t even notice when Bokuto turned to face him.

“Akaashi?”

“Shhh, Bokuto-san-“

“Are you okay?”  Bokuto frowned.  Akaashi’s heart fluttered.  Bokuto was so kind, ready to drop everything at even the smallest sign for concern.  But Akaashi kept seeing the way he’d stared at the screen in awe, the way he’d been so focused on the movie until Akaashi had distracted him… A focused Bokuto was rare to see outside of the volleyball court, and Akaashi didn’t like being the one to destroy such a beautiful sight.

He nodded.  “Thank you for worrying, but I’m fine, Bokuto-san.  Just enjoy the movie.”

Bokuto raised his eyebrows but nodded and turned back to face the screen.  He seemed unsure at first, but by the time ten or so minutes had passed, he seemed to be completely absorbed once more.  Akaashi was glad.  He was also very queasy, and his head was spinning.

He didn’t regret having dismissed Bokuto’s concern, but he did regret not having been smarter about doing so.  He should have just said that he needed the restroom.  Now he would be in a tight spot if he did that because it might raise concern.

Still.  He really didn’t feel good.  He knew now, with inexplicable certainty, that he was going to throw up, and it was going to happen soon.  An image of Bokuto watching wide-eyed and paralyzed by fear as Akaashi puked all over himself and the person in front of him flashed through his mind.

He needed out, whether he had to disrupt Bokuto or not.

“Bokuto-san, I need to use the restroom,” he whispered, hoping the older boy wouldn’t think much of it.  Bokuto stared at him for a moment.  “Bokuto-san, please,” Akaashi’s voice was becoming strained.

Finally, Bokuto nodded, but when Akaashi stood on unsteady feet, the other boy stood, too.  Bokuto stepped into the aisle and looked at Akaashi pointedly.

“Akaashi.  Are you really-“

Just then Akaashi belched.  Loudly.  Embarrassingly.  And undeniably sickly.  His face flamed red and he brought a hand to his mouth, swallowing acid back down but not trusting himself to speak.  He shook his head in response to Bokuto’s unfinished question and hoped the older boy would understand.

Fortunately, the captain could be surprisingly perceptive.  After a brief moment of panic, a determined look crossed over Bokuto’s face.  A moment later, there was a large hand grasping Akaashi’s wrist firmly.  It was slightly painful, but a huge and unexpected comfort all the same.  It was nice to have someone who cared with him when Akaashi was feeling this bad.  Not to mention, Bokuto knew this theater better than Akaashi did and was able to bring him straight to the bathroom.

As soon as he was in a stall, Akaashi fell to his knees.  He might have cracked them if Bokuto hadn’t caught him under the arms and slowly lowered him to the ground, where he immediately started heaving over the toilet.  It didn’t take much for the previously repressed vomit to come pouring out of his mouth.  Akaashi’s eyes watered as some of it dribbled out of his nose, making it nearly impossible to breathe.  He felt like a tube of toothpaste being squeezed, slowly but steadily, from overfull to completely empty.

Akaashi had forgotten that Bokuto was there until he spoke.  “You’re okay Akaashi, that’s it, don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon.”

As Akaashi’s stomach gave him a reprise, he panted into the toilet and marveled at how calm Bokuto was.  Were their situations flipped, Akaashi was sure that he would be panicking.  It was so strange to be comforted by his normally emotionally unstable captain.  Gratitude washed over Akaashi a moment before a new wave of nausea, and then he was being sick again.

Needless to say, it was an awful experience.  The half-digested food was repulsive, and not only because of the loathsome taste.  The worst part, for Akaashi, was the fact that he had absolutely no control over it.  At times, when he felt like he couldn’t breathe, he even wondered if he might die, helpless.  He sobbed, even though he didn’t want to, and felt worse.  He choked as some puke got lodged in his throat and coughed until it surged up with twice the normal amount of force.

“Akaashi, keep breathing,” Bokuto’s voice, again, soothed him.  It reminded him that there was a large, steady hand on his back, that belonged to someone who cared, who wouldn’t let him suffocate, who was staying even though he was a complete mess.

It wasn’t until later, when Akaashi was cradled in Bokuto’s arms right there on the bathroom floor, the older boy wiping the younger’s face clean without complaint, that Akaashi understood: he and Bokuto were probably more similar than he’d realized.

The loss of control, the sense of helplessness and lack of air, that was something that Bokuto knew how to deal with because he suffered with it on a regular basis.  Every time he messed up, he felt like he was floating away in the ocean, unable to swim even though he supposedly knew how.

He’d always called Akaashi his anchor.  Akaashi had never understood why.  It hadn’t made sense.  If you’re drowning, you don’t want an anchor.  But in Bokuto’s case, it isn’t the drowning that scared him.  It was the helplessness.

It isn’t the anchor’s job to save the swimmer, Akaashi realized.  The anchor is just there to remind the swimmer that he can save himself.  And if sometimes the anchor is on the shore, offering the swimmer a direct lifeline to salvation, well, that certainly didn’t hurt.

“Thank you, Bokuto-san,” Akaashi whispered.  Bokuto smiled.

“Of course, Akaashi.  I’m glad you’re okay.”

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