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Tenipuri Complete Character Profile - Kaoru Kaidoh

[PROFILE]

Birthday: May 11th (Taurus)

Blood Type: B

Relatives: Father (Shibuki Kaidoh), mother (Hozumi Kaidoh), younger brother (Hazue Kaidoh)

Father’s Occupation: Company employee (banker)

Elementary School: Tamakawa Central Elementary School

Middle School: Seishun Academy Junior High School

Grade & Class: Second Year | Class 2-7 | Seat 4

Club: Tennis Club (regular, future captain)

Committee: None

Strong Subjects: English

Weak Subjects: Math, science

Most Visited Spot at School: Training room

Favorite Motto: “In for a penny, in for a pound.” ➜ “Slow and steady wins the race.” [23.5]

Daily Routines: Long distance runs, cleaning his room

Hobbies: Marathoning, collecting bandanas, rock climbing [TP]

Favorite Color: Blue

Favorite Music: Japanese traditional instrumental music

Favorite Movie: Japanese films

Favorite Book: Japanese literature from the Meiji Era

Favorite Food: Tororo soba (zaru style), yogurt, 100% fruit juice (white peach flavor [TP])

Favorite Anniversary: Father’s Day, Mother’s Day

Preferred Type: A girl who eats food with gusto

Ideal Date Spot: Zoo (he wants to see the polar bears) ➜ “A cat café—I mean, going cycling.” [TP]

His Gift for a Special Person: Imabari towels

Where He Wants to Travel: “Nowhere.” (a magazine featuring Malta is visible in his bag)

What He Wants Most Right Now: New training equipment ➜ For Seigaku to win the national tournament again [23.5]

Dislikes: Monsters, ghosts ➜ Supernatural things, konjac [TP]

Skills Outside of Tennis: General housework (particularly cleaning and sewing [TP]), can quickly grab beans with chopsticks [TP]

Spends Allowance On: Training equipment

Routine During the World Cup: Sending postcards to his family

[DATA]

Height: 173cm | 5’8” ➜ 174cm | 5’8.5” [23.5]

Weight: 57kg | 125 lbs

Shoe Size: 26.5cm

Dominant Arm: Right

Vision: 1.5 Left & Right

Play Style: Counter Puncher

Signature Moves: Snake, Boomerang Snake, Short Snake, Tornado Snake, Gyro Laser

Daily Running Distance: 25km

Equipment Brands:

Racket: HEAD (Ti.S7)

Shoes: PUMA (Cell Factor PTO634)

Fitness Test Results:

Sidesteps: 58

Shuttle Run: 140

Back Strength: 122kg

Grip Strength: 54.5kg

Backbend: 62.8cm

Seated Forward Bend: 49.6cm

50m Run: 6.74 seconds

Standing Long Jump: 224cm

Handball Throw: 33m

Endurance Run (1500m): 4:47

Overall Rating: Speed: 3 / Power: 3 / Stamina: 4.5 / Mental: 3 / Technique: 3 / Total: 16.5

Kurobe Memo: “His unyielding personality and endurance are all part of his charm. I’m sure he’ll grow into bring the type of player that can strip off an opponent’s control as the match goes on. His match with Tezuka was a great learning opportunity for him to stop being so reserved with others.” <Official Description>

[POSSESSIONS]

What’s in His Bedroom [10.5]:

TV and audio equipment: Various equipment along with a DVD player and collection of DVDs

Glass table: Used for studying, it’s always clean and not a single fingerprint can be found on it

Japanese-style bed area: A spacious area in his bedroom with Japanese motifs. He uses it strictly for his bed and has a double-size futon laying out

Training area: An area where he keeps various training equipment including a bench press. He trains hard everyday even in his bedroom

Full-length mirror: He had bought it to check on his form, but he doesn’t use it much

What’s in His Bag [10.5]:

Bandanas: He always has two or three of them with him so he can replace one if it gets dirty

Writing supplies: He doesn’t use mechanical pencils and only takes notes with a ballpoint pen

Notebook: He uses a spiral notebook so important sections can easily be taken out and filed

Bento: Made in luxurious, lacquered jubako (tiered lunch boxes) and furoshiki wrapped. He also brings chopsticks and a chopstick rest with him

Sewing kit: Along with nail clippers. He always maintains his nails before practice

Handkerchief and tissues: He is particular about staying clean and tidy

Pass case: He keeps his student ID in it. His photos are said to be frightening…

[TRIVIA]

The Prince of Tennis 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 11/02/2001

He is described to have large, upturned eyes and slightly big lips

He is secretly compassionate and easily moved

He prefers girls with big eyes and who can trust him with her heart and soul

He loves yogurt and eats it to stay healthy, he particularly likes the Morinaga brand

He does a great amount of daily training, including intense strength training unbeknownst to the other members

He glares at people who approach him and exudes an aura that keeps them at bay. In reality, it is because he is nervous over his appearance and is not good at interacting with others

His hissing is a habit of how he breathes, Konomi wanted him to give off an eerie feeling by doing it

He is Konomi’s favorite member of Seigaku

He is one of few characters who wear no show socks

He wears bandanas to help motivate himself

He trained and mastered his Snake Shot after losing a rookie match in the fall when he was a first year

He will stay silent and glare when asked personal questions, he usually is not angry, however

He does not mind being called by his first name, but gets angry when people call him “viper”

His sharp, arching eyebrows are natural

His unnerving aura tends to scare off animals as well

He believes he is stronger than Momoshiro and could easily beat him

He does tennis training and long distance runs (morning and evening) even on off days

He secretly loves animals, especially cats

He is described as someone who is misunderstood and frightens others because of it, but is actually kind and afraid of hurting others more than anything else

Konomi describes him as “hardworking” and that he’s not just unpleasant, he’s a hard worker who happens to be unpleasant. An “I am who I am” type of character

The Prince of Tennis 20.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2003

He is described as stoic and tenacious, and would be suited for event planning

He has a temperament of never giving up, which gives him leadership qualities

He will go on runs even after matches

His secondary sport would be boxing

The Prince of Tennis 40.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 12/04/2007

He tends to let his emotions overtake him and is considered a “troublemaker” because of it

He is very just, moral, and will get angry when someone disrespects his teammates or rivals

He has a hard time accepting people and tends to clash with them, which puts a strain on his relations. He does however, have a strong sense of camaraderie and exhibits a cooperative nature with his friends

He is described to have a jealous side to him and has a tendency to want to control his friends and/or lovers

His daily running distance is 25km, and he will continue to run even further until he reaches his physical limits

He has been popular with the older women in the area of the national tournament. He was spotted at the shopping district surrounded by women trying to feed him

Konomi had been inspired to give him a Devil Mode from commercials of the film Spider-Man 3, depicting the titular hero wearing a dark version of his suit

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 3 | Publication Date: 01/04/2010

Yagyuu had given him a handkerchief and told him to keep it since he had been injured during a training session

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 6 | Publication Date: 06/03/2011

He wants next year’s tennis club to be unbeatable and win the national tournament again, stating it would be pointless otherwise

He hates being called “viper” and even hates saying it

He does not ask his parents for gifts

When asked random questions, he becomes outwardly annoyed and frank

He is described as being a “strict” upperclassman

Konomi states that he does not remember how he came up with his name, but wanted there to be a contrast between his “cute” name and “cool” face

Konomi came up with his Snake Shot since a senior member of his tennis club had used it. When Konomi had drawn his match with Ryoma, he wanted convey the power of tennis without any dialogue since he was Ryoma’s first serious opponent

Konomi is particular about drawing the shape of his mouth and under eyelashes. He wanted to make his eyes look angry and give off a sense of hunger

Konomi gradually began showing off his good side, but wants to show off the same “hunger” he had when he faced off against Tezuka

One of His School Days:

5:00am - Wakes up, goes on a run

6:00am - Breakfast (handmade soba with homemade fruits)

6:50am - Arrives at school, attends morning practice

8:20am - Cleans the teacher’s desk, etc. for morning duties

8:40am - 1st Period: Science II (astronomy)

9:40am - 2nd Period: PE (sprints)

10:30am - Runs around the schoolyard during break

11:00am - 3rd Period: Japanese (modern Japanese)

12:00pm - 4th Period: Home Economics (sewing aprons)

12:50pm - Lunch, jubako bento (lobster with hollandaise sauce)

1:00pm - Strength training in the training room

1:20pm - 5th Period: Math II

2:20pm - 6th Period: Social Studies (civics)

4:00pm - Club activities (basic training)

6:00pm - Returns home, has dinner, bathes

7:00pm - Cleans his room, irons his shirts

8:30pm - Watches the DVD “The Arctic: The Life of Polar Bears”

9:00pm - Goes on a run after training in his room

1:00am - Takes a quick shower, then goes to bed

The Prince of Tennis II Official Character Guide: PairPuri Vol. 7 | Publication Date: 07/04/2011

He and Gakuto had been frightened and mistook Inui for a mummy since the latter was asleep in the cave covered in bandages

He and Momoshiro had found a natural hot spring near the training camp and invited Ryoma to join them

The Prince of Tennis II 10.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 09/04/2013

He and Hiyoshi get into constant fights with Kirihara and Zaizen since the former two like going to bed early while the latter two like staying up to play video games

The Prince of Tennis II 23.5 Fanbook | Publication Date: 05/02/2018

He recently visited a family-owned candy store for the first time and was impressed by the old-fashioned sweets

The Prince of Tennis 20th Anniversary Book: Tenipuri Party | Publication Date: 08/02/2019

Since he is afraid of spirits and ghosts, when he runs at night he thinks he’s being chased by a ghost, so he doesn’t slow down

[justiisms]

"Excuse me, but are you goin' inside? I got somethin' that needs to be delivered to someone in there." *and if yuta were to turn around he'll find a really tall guy approaching him, a lazy smile on his face while his hair is styled into a pomp!*

*he then reaches into his pocket and pulls out a pastel blue bento box with a card held on top of it with a purple ribbon, the words 'Happy National Brother's Day, little bro' is spelled out nice and big and there are cutesy stars and hearts plastered all over the rest of it!*

"The last time I tried to give him somethin' like this he blew a fuse, so I thought this time I would have better luck with a middle man. You don't mind deliverin' this for me, do you? I'm sure you can figure out who I want this sent to." *and with that he gives yuta a few pats on the shoulder before walking off, a huge smirk on his face as he can already imagine his little bro's reaction~!!*

"Hm...? -!" Turning around, Yuta blinks in surprise when seeing the towering, pompadour having man! "O-Oh, um: hello... y... yes, I was. Ah, deliver something for you, you say?" He blinks curiously as he's given the blue bento box, reading the message that is on the card.

""Happy National Brother's Day...little bro"...." Though he can't help but admit he didn't expect such a cutesy drawing from a guy like this... That is, until he hears his explanation, making Yuta give a slightly, yet amused smile. "A-Ahaha...is that so? Well, um: if you're talking about who I think you are, I think I can see why he got mad... B-But, um, sure!! I don't mind! I promise to give this to him right away. Yeah, I think I have a pretty good guess on who."

He laughs, giving a small smile at the pats to his shoulder and bows his head to gesture goodbye to the other! "Hehe...so that's where he gets it from, huh? Being such a big tease... but that just goes to show how much his big brother truly loves him. I'm sure Mondo will, even if he'll definitely throw a fit, feel touched by your lovely gift deep down, Mr. Big Brother. Alright: time to do as promised and deliver this to Mondo!"

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When they make you cry

pairings: Hawks x Reader, Dabi x Reader, Bakugou x Reader, Aizawa x Reader, Izuku x Reader, Tamaki x Reader

Tamaki, Bakugou and Hawks are in a female!reader perspective, the rest of them are Gender Neutral

warnings: angst to fluff

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Hawks will get cocky, laughing in your face when he sees your shocked expression.

Both of you were going at each others throats, spitting insults to one another, just your recent daily routine.

Now Hawks knew you were a tough gal, which in his head made it alright for him to strike a really painful nerve into your chest.

As you remained speechless he turned around, a winning smirk plastered on his lips.

Just as he took a few steps forward, sobs wrecked your body as you hid your face in your hands.

"I d-don't think I can take this anymore Keigo" your broken voice reached his ears.

A pang of guilt pierced his chest once he turned around to face you.

He did this. He made you cry. He completely drained your happiness out. He hurt you.

His teeth dug into his lip, his eyes stinging as tears picked at them.

At that point, he didn't give two shits about who's right and who's wrong, his arms reaching for you and wrapping themselves around your shaking form.

He held you there for a while, listening to your cries that gradually turned into soft sniffles against his chest.

"I-" He opens his mouth but his words remained stuck at his throat.

"I don't want us to end..." you mumbled, your own words throwing you into another sobbing fit.

"We won't end here kid, I've got you...shit...I'm a fucking idiot...of course we won't end sweetheart...c'mon look at me" he raised your chin up gently, looking into your red eyes.

"I'm sorry, fuck I'm sorry...not just for today, for every day before this, I-, God... don't leave kid, p-please"

You stared at his face, tears now streaming down his cheeks as his grip on you tightened.

You swallow the lump in your throat, grabbing his hands in yours.

"Something has to change Keigo...I miss you...we've been distant for months. Sometimes you don't even come home to me, do you know how that feels?"

"I know, I know, I swear... I miss you too. I'll tell you about everything I promise. Let's go home please."

You hesitantly nod, putting your heart on the line for the last time.

And now looking back, you're glad you did.

//quirk: flesh manipulation (the reader can manipulate the molecules in a person's flesh just by touching it, making them useful mid-battle to make the other heroes ready to fight again in a matter of seconds, but also making them a threat to their enemies )

If there was one thing he despised about you, it was your guts.

Hell curse him for falling in love with someone so stubborn.

To live through a relationship with Dabi meant that you had to have though skin. You had to be strong enough to bite your cheeks and endure the issues that people in regular relationships never face.

He enters your home, covered in bruises and cuts, asking for your first aid kit.

You sigh to yourself, your usual nagging and yelling never reaching his ears.

You place the first aid kit onto your bedside table, turning your back to him, tiredly walking out of the room.

"Hey-" his voice calls out to you, quiet and confused.

You close the door behind you, making your way to your couch.

One of these days it'll be the last time he walks into your home, the last time you help him clean his cuts and the last time you hear his voice.

The weight of uncertainty pulls at your chest harder with every passing day.

He chose to continue living like this, he is the one that keeps ruining his own life, it's his ambitions that are making you this miserable.

Once he patches himself up, he sits on your bed for a while. Your silance meaning one thing and one thing only. You finally realized how pointless being with him is, you finally got it through your thick skull that he's nothing special to dwell about.

Time passes by quickly, a few hours already gone yet he's still glued to the same spot, not having the strength to leave your room, too scared to face your rejection once he gets out.

He should be happy for you, you won't be hurting anymore, you'll be able to find someone better.

He slowly twists the knob, taking slow steps through your living room.

You are laying on your couch, tear stains on your face and a tissue crumbled in your hand.

His chest tightenes at the sight. You cried yourself to sleep. He wonders... how many times did you cry over him? How many times would you just lay here as he carelessly roamed the streets?

He should leave...he should spare you the pain he brings. You were the only good thing in his life and by continuing this he'll ruin you, piece by piece.

You showed nothing but kindness to him, you made him realize that some people are worth getting close to, you being a hero also making his resolves shake under his feet.

He stretched his arm out to your cheek, careful not to wake you up.

He left a soft kiss to your temple before leaving your house.

-----

You woke up to a persistent ring of your doorbell.

You felt terrible...your hair was a mess, your nose was all clogged up and your eyes burned from all the crying.

You opened your door with annoyance, mad at whoever decided to burst your sadness bubble.

"Hey doll, I would've let myself in but my hands are kinda busy"

Your boyfriend stood there with a backpack on his shoulder and a carton box in his hands.

"So...do you happen to have a room to spare for a year or two...maybe three?"

You stare in disbelief your hand covering your mouth.

"I know that me being a villain might be a setback but...I got some hair dye? I might even consider letting you fix my jigsaw face."

Your body crashed into his, the box dropping to the ground as you squeezed your arms around him.

Maybe he can make you as happy as you make him.

You knew he was rough around the edges, but you never even imagined that you would be the one his rage would be directed at.

As soon as insults came crashing your way you left the room.

You were just trying to calm him down, placing your hand on his shoulder as you urged him to stop shouting and just let it go.

His rough hands grabbed yours, throwing your hand away like you were a mere fly, his quirk burning your skin.

You tried calling out to him just for him to snap around and scream at you.

Once you reached your dorm tears freely rolled down your cheeks.

You yearned for a normal relationship, longed for some peace and quiet just for a week or two.

Yet you just couldn't let the blonde go, always hoping for some miracle to come your way and take ahold of his ego.

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It's around 2 am and he can't fall asleep for the hell of it.

You're not picking up his calls nor answering his texts and you've been inactive on social media for hours.

Kirishima has been urging him to go to your dorm for two hours already, spamming him massages about him not being manly enough to win you back.

It's not like he doesn't want to, he just has no idea how to. Should he get you something? Get you some food and flowers? Where the fuck can he find all these things at 2 am? Isn't that how people in movies apologize or something...

He hates when you're mad at him, he is scared shitless of actually scaring you off and pushing you away.

A knock at your door snaps you out of your thoughts and a small flame of hope warms your heart for a split second as you make your way to your door.

He's holding a gray hoodie and a pair of bento boxes.

"That's not gonna fix it Katsuki."

"I know shitty woman you didn't even give me a chance to speak!"

You're sure that that's the first time Bakugou said the word "sorry" in his whole life.

The way it rolled off his tongue was shaky but somewhat determined, his hand grabbing ahold of yours gently.

Guilt was evident on his face as he stroked the bandages covering your hands.

"It's not that bad Katsu, and I understand that it was an accident." you mumbled trying to pull from his grip so he can focus on something else.

He grabbed ahold of your wrists, bringing your palms to his lips.

"I'll work on it, I promise. It'll never happen again. I mean it." you just give a soft nod, leading him to the table.

"Good. Now let's eat, breakfast is the most important meal of the day!" you cheered, opening the bentos and stuffing your mouth with rice.

"Y/N...it's 4 am."

"Exactly, now eat, you're not gonna let me eat all of this by myself?!"

For this man, it was close to impossible to make his s/o cry.

He cherishes the relationship he has with you, making you feel special every single day at a time.

So when he sees you crying, he's confused and alarmed.

He reaches for you, trying his best to give you the comfort he thinks you need.

When you push his hands away and scream at him...Oh boy...

He's terrified.

Did he do something? Did he forget your anniversary? Your birthday? Did he eat your snack from the fridge??

You're pulling at the strands of your hair, your head buried into your knees as you sob.

He looks around, eyes widening when he sees a photo of himself and some girl kissing on the screen of your phone.

He wasn't there? He has proof! He was in a meeting! All of his colleagues could confirm that, he just needs you to listen! Please listen to him.

He's talking...blabbering...begging for you to just look at him.

As soon as you look up for a split second, he's hugging you, smothering your face in kisses as you weakly try to push him away.

Finally he leans his forehead against yours, letting out a long sigh of relief when he realizes that you're not crying anymore.

"Please Shouta, please, if you even have any respect for me, don't lie to me." you mumble out coldly, turning your head from him.

"Y/N, I would never, ever do that to you! Never! I love you so much, please, you have to know that, you do know that!"

You're too stubborn, but he calls all of his colleges one by one, putting them on speaker for you, asking about the time of the meeting or details of the meeting and they all have the same answer.

So now, your throat is dry and there's a lump in your throat, guilt eating at you as you try to apologize.

He couldn't give two shits about any of that, all he has to know is that you're okay and that you're still his.

He's not letting you go for the rest of the day, you're wrapped under the blankets with him as he makes sure you never believe the bullshit you see online.

"Sweetheart if I ever cheat on you, that's the day I cut my own dick off and bleed to death."

It makes you giggle and then laugh hysterically and he's just looking at you with the biggest heart eyes 🥺

Izuku would never do anything to make you cry.

He pays attention to every single detail in your relationship and he especially pays attention to your feelings.

What he is really bad at, is taking care of himself.

He doesn't take in consideration how you feel when he comes home all stitched up and tired, or how he stays up late to train and push himself further than his body can take.

However one day, he is exhausted from his training and he barely has any strength left. His phone rings and he is rushing out the door, already panting.

You don't reach him in time to stop him, so here you are, hours later next to his hospital bed.

The villain wasn't too powerful, but his state caused him to pass out in the middle of the bettle field.

As soon as he wakes up, you're yelling at him, but at the same time sobbing against his chest.

"I can't just stand here and watch you hurt yourself Zuku... I can't, I can't, I can't....O-one of these days you're just gonna slip away from my hands, I can't. Please" You're grip on him softens as you loose the strength in your hands.

His arms wrap themselves around you, trying his best not to flinch as you rub against his bandages.

His eyes are watering, realization dawning on him as he holds your tired body against him.

You're right...He sees the state of himself after a lowlife villain with a pathetic quirk sent him into the hospital. He doesn't even want to think about what would've happened if there was someone much stronger out there.

"Hey Y/N...I-...I might take a week off, to rest yeah? Does that sound good?"

You nod, wiping away the tears as you sniffle.

"And you won't be training at night anymore. And you won't be staying up late!" you scold as he rubs your cheeks.

"I won't. I promise." he places a kiss at your temple, pulling you onto the hospital bed next to him.

"Let's sleep for a bit yeah? I might owe you a few hours..."

You're crying, he's crying.

He's down on one knee and he's stuttering, his hands shaking as he hears you cry out a happy "Yes".

He barely gets the ring on your finger, burying his head into your neck as soon as he gets to his feet.

You always thought that he was going to propose to you at home, maybe some homecooked dinner with roses and candles. You didn't mind that option either.

You were surprised that he even suggested a walk in the park.

I mean, it was a really small park with little to no people in the area but it was beautiful nonetheless.

You're all giddy and happy as he takes your hand in his, his eyes always glancing at the ring on your finger.

Once you spot an ice cream stand you leap in happiness, rushing to get ice cream for the both of you.

The lady selling it smiles brightly at you.

"Is that the lucky guy?" you nod grabbing your icecream as Tamaki hides behind you.

"Good job sweetheart, you're making this lady very happy, I can feel it in my old bones" you laugh at her remark as you nudge Tamaki forward.

She hands him his ice cream and winks at him.

He's blushing and thanking the lady before running off to an empty bench.

”He’s a lil’ shy but he's got the spirit” you say to the lady as you rush off to get him.

You take the time to really study the ring, the beautiful blue crystal shining in the sun.

”I...I hope you l-like it...Nejire helped me out. Uhm I probably shouldn't have said that...S-she-"

"I like it Tama...I love it actually" you place a gentle kiss just at the corner of his lips, his hands grabbing your cheeks and kissing you deeply in return.

His cheeks are warm and his lips are slow against yours but you melt against him, letting him place you in his lap.

"Oh my God, I have a fiancé, oh my God, I have to call Mirio and tell him you said yes. You said yes, right?"

You laugh as you shake your head at him, playing with his hair as he fumbles with his phone.

All of the pictures are from the original anime/manga (please do correct me if I'm wrong in the comments below)

The Tamaki one has no angst in it because I had to heal from all of the emotional rollercosters.

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sweet

please note: i’m aware this work was on the lovingshinso blog- i am the one who wrote it and posted it there. i am the author and i am sharing it to my new blog here.

pairing: hanta sero x fem reader

warnings: breeding kink (this is literally the plot), squirting, swearing, unprotected vaginal sex, overstimulation, feral sero, eventual pregnancy/pregnant reader at the end, labor and delivery is mentioned one time as written here

word count: 5.1k 

There were some things in life that Sero really enjoyed. He liked to eat bagels with the strawberry cream cheese, and he liked to nap on Sunday afternoons. He really enjoyed when the weather was nice and he could fire up the grill and make something delicious. 

Of course, there were thoughts that he enjoyed too. Being a loved, sought-after hero. Backpacking around the world. Climbing the hero charts. Making a difference. 

One such thought was above the others, though. 

Breeding you. Throwing his pretty wife’s pretty legs over his shoulders and pounding into your little cunny with no thoughts other than to breed, breed, breed. Feeling your cunt stretch around him. Pumping load after load of his seed into your gushing hole, hoping that it’ll take, hoping that soon, you’ll be full and round with his child. 

When this thought crept up on him, a blush normally settled on his ears. It was almost overwhelming to think about- beautiful, yes, but overwhelming. His brain plays the sensations in his head and he has to consciously keep himself calm, take steadying breaths and will his arousal to die down. 

Some nights, though… it festered inside him. Hanta felt his heart clench in his chest when he saw you come out of the bathroom, fresh from a shower. His t-shirt adorned your body, hanging off your frame adorably, the hem just brushing the top of your thighs. You smelled nice, like roses and vanilla- he caught a whiff as you crawled into bed with him. 

How could he not touch you? 

Gently, he tugged you near to him, and you smiled up at him, cuddling into his broad, strong chest. Hanta hummed in content, pressing his nose to your hair and inhaling your alluring shampoo, allowing himself to be caught up in you. 

Your skin was so soft, so smooth, smelled so nice. He wanted to squeeze it so hard it turned white, wanted to grope that soft area on your lower belly that made you mewl. That soft skin, when touched, always made you shiver and whine in the most beautiful way. You’d always shiver, pressing your head against him somehow. Were you showing submission when you did this? Or was it simply a need to be close? He never quite figured that out, but each time you did this, it unleashed something from inside him so possessive, so feral that he had to be careful to prevent it from taking over. 

But maybe he wouldn’t stop it when he bred you. There was a thought. 

What? 

Oh. 

He blinked in surprise, seeing your curious gaze meet his. You were talking to him, expecting an answer. He swallowed hard, chuckling a bit. His ears were red. 

“Sorry, what?” He asked, and you laughed, kissing his lips softly. 

“Didn’t realize you were so tired,” you said, mistaking his spacey behavior for exhaustion and not horny daydreaming, “I asked if you wanted me to bring you lunch tomorrow. You mentioned it was a paperwork day.” 

Hanta loved when you stopped by his agency, he loved when your face lit up when you saw him. He loved knowing that this work was what took care of you both. You didn’t have to work a day in your life if you didn’t want to- but Hanta, of course, never forced you to stay home. He wanted you to have the option to find your dream job anywhere you wanted- and if that job was to stay home and be his adorable little housewife, then so be it. If your dream job was to become a lawyer, so be it. He’d always support you. Always had, always would. 

“Yeah,” he said, smiling brightly at you. “Yeah, that would be nice,” he murmured. 

With that confirmation, you smiled, kissing him again, feeling your eyelids become droopy and your body feel sluggish and warm. Hanta’s arms felt warmer and more secure than any you’d ever been in before and you couldn’t help but want to stay there forever. 

Sleep came to you quickly. It didn’t come as fast for your husband; Hanta stayed awake after he clicked off the bedside light, looking at you sleeping so sweetly in his arms. 

That was the best way he could describe you. Sweet. Sweet in everything you did. You gave sweet kisses, and sweet advice, and you made the sweetest brownies he’d ever had. Your face was sweet… your hands were sweet, looking even sweeter when he put that ring on the left one not so very long ago. You smelled sweet… 

...and he knew you’d look sweet when he had you in a mating press. When he bred you and filled you up with his cum. Your face would be fucked out, red, eyes hazy and unfocused. Maybe you’d even be drooling- he loved when he fucked you that good. And he’d sure as hell do it when he knocked you up- he’d have you creaming on his cock so much, so often, that the only thing in your brain would be the only name falling off your tongue- Hanta. 

A shiver racked through his body. He blinked a few times, taking a deep breath. 

Settling back into the pillows, he pressed his nose against your hair once more, inhaling and smiling softly against your head. He loved you so much. But these thoughts…

Well, if he didn’t breed you soon, they might just drive him crazy. 

-

The next morning was pretty uneventful. Hanta woke up and went to work, kissing you several times, making you squeal and giggle with glee as you handed him a thermos of coffee to drink on his commute to work. When he arrived at his agency, his desk was nearly overflowing with paperwork, which surely would have put a damper on his day had he not known you were coming to see him. 

This knowledge didn’t do much to make the paperwork any less sucky, though. It was tedious. He signed and initialed so many times that he idly wondered if he could get stamps with his signature on them- that would make this whole, boring ordeal a lot easier on the wrist… might take a little less time, too. He wondered if there were any rules against that, and was still pondering this thought when his receptionist called into his office phone; the shrill ring scaring him nearly half to death. 

“Yeah?” He answered after taking a moment to compose himself and ignore the fact that he just shrieked like a twelve year old seeing a very large, menacing bug. 

“Cellophane, you have a visitor,” his receptionist relayed. “Should I send her up?” 

His heart soared. 

“Yeah,” he said, unable to hide the smile in his voice. 

Moments later, you came through the door, a bento box in hand, your bag slung over your shoulder. A blush was on your cheeks. Even after all this time, seeing your handsome husband, Hanta the Hero, made you so excited you felt like you could and would explode. 

A matching blush and smile on his cheeks, Hanta came around the desk and gave you a soft, loving kiss. You tasted like mint bubblegum, the blue kind, not the green kind, and it made him shiver, just slightly, with delight. 

“Hi, handsome!” you said, pulling him back in for another kiss and cupping his face. The cool metal of your rings pressed against his flushed cheek, only making his blush worsen. Sero grinned against your mouth and pulled you closer by your waist, giving you a little squeeze, before pulling away. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he said, gently carding his fingers through your hair and giving you a soft kiss on the forehead. “This paperwork has been kicking my ass. So glad you came.” 

You eyed the stack of papers on the desk behind your husband, making a squeamish face before looking up at him with sympathetic eyes. 

“Yeah that looks… like a migraine waiting to happen,” you said. Sero laughed. 

“I know. It is, though. Maybe I should make an intern do it for me,” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Scoffing, you batted his chest before quoting one of your and Sero’s closest friends.

“That’s not very heroic!” you scolded playfully before breaking into a fit of giggles. Sero laughed, pulling you in closer and kissing your cheek and neck, over and over, thus making you laugh even more. 

After several moments of kissing and giggling, Hanta stilled and inhaled, smelling that same alluring scent on you that he’d smelled the previous night when you got out of the shower. It was so comforting… if there was ever a time when he was spinning, out of control, losing touch with his surroundings and with what was important or not, that smell… well, he knew that smell would bring him right back. 

The problem was, though, that right now, that very smell was sending his mind spinning again. He had no control over it and his ears were turning pink.

His mind raced. He could take you right here, throw the paperwork aside, lay you out on his desk, press you in half, holding your knees nearly by your ears. The desk would give him such a good angle too, he’d be able to fuck into you as hard as he wanted with no worries of his thrusts being impeded by the soft, plushiness of your bed. All he’d have to do was tell his receptionist to cancel any appointments he had for the afternoon- he couldn’t even remember if he had any at that point- tell her to not permit any calls in… 

All this ran through his hot, overworked brain in about a second, and in that second, he just smelled your hair, being so relaxed and at peace outwardly while he was, inside, raging with uncontrollable arousal. He had to have you. Had to breed you. Breed, breed, breed. 

“Babe,” you said, your voice was quiet, soft. Almost unsure. His heart dropped for a moment, worried that in his haze, he’d somehow spoken or made his thoughts known to you some other way. He pulled back just enough to look at you, tilting his head to the side, willing you to continue. 

You were chewing on your lip so adorably that it hurt his heart and made him yearn to be the one chewing your lip. Your cheeks were redder, but your eyes were looking at him earnestly, almost shining with excitement. Clearly he hadn’t slipped and spoke his thoughts, otherwise you wouldn’t have been looking at him like that… 

“Hm?” he asked, tilting his head, “you look so serious, babe.” 

You smiled a little, looking down, bashful. 

“Yeah… um… so, like...you remember what we were talking about the other day?”

Well...that was vague. The two of you talked about a lot of stuff the other day, and every day before or since. Hanta’s confusion was evident on his face and you shook your head, giggling in spite of yourself, before taking a breath and trying again. 

“Okay… that’s not clear. I meant…” 

Why was this so hard for you to say out loud? Maybe it was because of the way Sero’s brown eyes bore into you, looking intensely, even though he wasn’t necessarily trying to do that. Just looking at you, curiously, wanting to know what was on your mind. Your husband...so caring. So loving. 

“I’m listening, Bonita,” he prodded gently, tucking some hair behind your ear. The nickname sent a shiver down your spine, and you smiled at him. 

“About starting a family,” you said, shy. 

Oh yeah. The conversation that started this whole obsession that was taking over Hanta’s thoughts. You’d been looking on Social Media, on a friend’s profile, cooing over her baby who’d just turned two. And then the conversation...turned. 

“I think it might be a good time to think about it,” you said, turning and looking at Sero with hopeful eyes and pink, blushy cheeks. “You’ve got your agency going...and we’re both still young. Seems to be working in our favor, don’t you think?”

Sero smiled at you, his own cheeks getting red; the tips of his ears were starting to pinken, too. 

“You think so?” he asked, delighted, butterflies in his chest akin to the ones he felt the very first time he’d seen you smile at him. You nodded enthusiastically. 

“I think so! I mean… that’s assuming you want to.” 

You had talked about it before with your husband, but in a passing kind of way. Like, ‘one day we’ll be parents’ and ‘we’ll have to remember that when we have kids’. It was never a fully serious thing, never something that the two of you really thought about or planned out. Until this conversation. Until now. 

“Yeah! Of course I want to,” Hanta said, giving you a kiss. And then, what started off as five simple words, became the source of his current obsession. Of his current need to breed you immediately and upon every surface of every space you’d been in. Five words that seemed totally innocent at the time but immediately had his heart racing, his libido rising, and his gut clenching in arousal. 

“You’ll be a beautiful mommy.”

Presently, Hanta had to consciously swallow to wet his suddenly parched mouth. He grinned at you, that same dazzling, sparkling Hanta Sero grin that made your knees weak and your heart flutter. He leaned in and kissed you, passionately, the lunch you’d brought for him all but forgotten about. 

Inhaling deeply and pulling away, you saw Hanta’s expression had changed. It was darker now, more… needy. He nipped your bottom lip, making you mewl in surprise and lean in closer to him;  his strong arms kept your knees from collapsing. 

“Yeah, I remember,” he told you, voice having noticeably dropped an octave, maybe even two. The change immediately made you blush harder- you were sure you looked like a tomato at this point, but you didn’t care, not when your husband, the only man who’d ever have your heart, looked at you that way.

“I thought,” you murmur, voice sounding softer, like your body would surely be when you carried his child; softer, supple, stretching so beautifully around a stomach full of life, “I thought it would be nice to maybe start trying.” 

Hanta groaned, the words having an obvious effect on him. He pulled you  flush against his chest, roughly kissing against your jaw, nipping every few times to make you positively melt in his arms. You felt the need waft off him in waves- it was hot and potent, almost making you dizzy as you felt his unquestionable want, his need, to breed you. 

He opened his mouth to answer you, when at the exact moment, his office phone rang again, causing you both to flinch in surprise; thankfully, he didn’t shriek this time. That would have changed the mood. 

But he still sighed heavily, swallowing hard, before opening his eyes and giving you an easy smirk. He’d been brought out of whatever trance you’d put him in, it seemed. 

“I hate that damn thing,” he muttered, casting a disparaging glance at the phone.

-

He answered the call from his receptionist, and soon, you were on your way home. Hanta gave you many kisses and hugs for the road, leaving you feeling well loved and excited to see him that evening. 

But further, the entire visit left you...curious. You’d never seen Hanta act so...possessive. Almost… you couldn’t think of the right word. The way he kissed you, though. How dark his eyes had gotten. The way you felt your husband’s need roll off of him in the heaviest way you’d never experienced before. 

Your mind rolled the interaction over and over, prodding and playing and questioning and wondering. 

Certainly, you knew you wanted a family with him. Hanta would be an excellent father and you never doubted that for a second, never for a moment. Excitement tingled in your chest- this was a huge decision, of course, but it was one you knew you wanted. Based on his behavior back at his office, and the behavior he’d been displaying before, you could tell your husband was pretty into the idea as well. 

A familiar heat settled into your stomach, burning embers of arousal keeping you just warm enough to notice, but not yet scalding enough to make you squirm. 

That, like you, like your husband, would come later. 

-

It was an understatement to say that Sero was distracted for the rest of his afternoon. He likely wouldn’t have been able to hit the floor with his helmet, even if he was trying to. His brain whirled in excitement, spun in arousal and possibilities. It was maddening, dizzying. He couldn’t tell which way was up anymore, but that didn’t matter. He didn’t need to know which way was up to know he was the luckiest man in the world. 

Not only was he your husband, but he was going to be the father of your child, too. 

Sero never considered himself to be the fatherly type- not really, at least. He’d never discounted it either, but then… well. Then he met you, and his entire life changed.

When he first saw your eyes, your smile… heard you giggle… he knew without a doubt he wanted to be your husband, wanted to be your man. He wanted to hold you every night and wake up to you, bed head and morning breath, every morning. 

And the more time he spent with you, the more he knew he wanted to be a father. He wanted to be the father to your children, he wanted you to be the mother of his babies. 

And the time, finally, blessedly, was here. 

-

Dinner was an interesting affair that night. You couldn’t have been more spaced out while making it… you were only semi-sure that you’d included all the correct ingredients in all the proper amounts. It didn’t taste awful, so that was a good indication; you still would not have put it past yourself to mix up two spices, or forget something altogether only to add an unneeded ingredient. 

Sero didn’t complain, though, not that he ever did. But he looked distracted. His cheeks were permanently rosey, it seemed, and he kept looking at you, only to shyly look down when you met his gaze. It was cute, really, like you two were kids trying to figure out your feelings for one another for the first time. 

There wasn’t much conversation. Little broken bits of sentences passed between the two of you. Small laughs and hums filled the rest of the otherwise quiet atmosphere and semi-regular sounds of silverware scraping plates. 

After about half an hour, and after you both had managed to eat about half of what was on your plate, he finally spoke. 

“I don’t know why I feel so nervous,” he said with a shy, almost bashful laugh, cheeks blooming a brighter red. 

“I feel it too. I feel like a virgin,” you told him, to which he reached across the table and took your hand.

“I’m sure you were a cute virgin,” he teased with an affectionate squeeze, and you laughed out loudly, maybe a little more harshly than you intended with your shotty nerves. This only made Sero’s expression toward you soften even more. 

“Gee, thanks,” you said, leaning in, closing the gap between you and kissing him. The kiss came easily enough; you were pros at this point. 

“Should we… y’know?” Hanta asked, lips mere millimeters from yours, breath fanning across your flushed face. Another giggle left your lips, but this one was more high-pitched and nervous. 

“Yeah,” you said. You swore you saw the same apprehension mirrored in Hanta’s eyes, but he quickly stood and scooped you up before carrying you, bridal-style, to the bedroom. 

The walk there seemed to take ages. You were horny, that dull warmth from your walk home had turned into quite the all-encompassing heat, but your hands felt clammy and cold and were fidgety. 

You hadn’t been lying; you really did feel like you were a virgin. Like you’d never been fucked stupid by the man holding you. 

It was an exciting thing. A scary thing. An exhausting thing. But it was the start of your adventure, the greatest one you’d take, and it was with your loving, attentive husband. 

As you approached your room, Hanta’s body seemed to relax a bit, almost as if passing the threshold made this whole thing easier for him now that he was in an extra safe, comforting space. 

As he laid you on the bed, on your back, you didn’t see apprehension in his eyes anymore. They were dark now, nearly black, and just one look alone had your heart racing. The butterflies in your stomach were now the size of watermelons and it felt like there was no way, no reasonable way at all, for them to avoid bursting your stomach, but they never did. Somehow. Heat which didn’t exist before radiated between your bodies, and you were taken back to that same feeling that washed over you when you visited him earlier. Your cheeks flushed and you felt...submissive. Needy. Helpless. 

Hanta started rubbing his hands all over your pretty little body, rubbing your sides as he hovered over you, gazing down lovingly at your form through those dark eyes. One hand slid up under your shirt, fingertips gently grazing over your soft belly, the action and the intimacy giving you goosebumps. 

“Love you,” you whispered, looking at him with starry eyes, and he smiled back at you. 

“Love you too,” he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, “and I’m gonna fuck you full.”

-

The shivers in your body hadn’t subsided once you both were stripped down. You weren’t cold; there was no shortage of heat between you and your husband’s bodies- it was the thrill of it all. The knowledge that you were going to be bred by such a handsome, capable man. It drove you wild. His touches drove you wild. You wanted to jump his bones, but you were stuck, on your back against the comforter, with Hanta kissing down, down, down… 

Then, your legs were over his shoulders and he was lapping hungrily at your already sopping cunt. Long, broad strokes up and down your lips before he spread your folds open with his fingers. You heard his sharp intake of breath, though this was something he’d seen many times before. 

Your cunt, pink and pretty, like a tiny rosebud, was breathtaking. Awe-inspiring. Delicious. Hanta leaned forward as you held your breath in anticipation, eventually exhaling with a tiny whine as he licked through your folds with practiced movements. His tongue felt like heaven. He knew exactly what to do, how to swirl his tongue, how to lap at your hardening clit. And there was no room for teasing tonight, not as far as Hanta was concerned. He wanted you to cum as many times as he could. 

The first orgasm came quickly; his constant sucking and lapping at your clit, coupled with harsh, efficient swipes to the bud with his thumb, had you cumming in mere minutes. If you hadn’t been so fucked out, you were sure Hanta would have teased you about making you cum in a new record time. 

Pleasure pumped through every artery, every vein of your body. You felt warm and floaty, but Sero didn’t stop. Of course he didn’t. He was nowhere near done with you. 

A finger breached your hole, pressing inside up to his knuckle with ease. You mewled at the sensation, the slight burning, the overwhelming goodness of being so full. 

“Ffff…” you huffed out, cheeks red, squeezing your eyes shut as your toes curled in response to Hanta moving his finger into and out of you at a nearly agonizingly slow pace. 

Then, he added another. And a third. Three fingers pumping you open, scissoring inside you, curling to hit that little spot within your spongy walls that made you moan and cry and see stars. 

Sero looked like he was possessed. His head was bowed between your legs, watching your cunt suck his fingers in, feeling in delight the fact that you didn’t seem to want to let his fingers out. His eyes were dark, too. His cheeks were flushed. There was so much tension in his body- he held it in his shoulders, in his hips, in his hands...and most especially in his cock, throbbing with need, bobbing heavily between his legs. 

Your second orgasm washed over you without much fanfare, though it did feel incredibly good, making your toes curl so hard that you almost felt the muscles in your feet cramp in protest. Almost. 

And then, Sero was sitting up and your legs were falling off of his shoulders. His hands rubbed soft, soothing circles into the soft, flushed flesh of your thighs, and he smiled at you so softly that it nearly made you cry. Your husband. 

“Ready?” His voice was soft, surprisingly so, considering how rough he looked and how red his cock was. You nodded, smiling, feeling anxious nerves bubble up in your stomach and make your chest feel fuzzy, like soda. 

“We’re gonna do it,” you said, voice hoarse from your whimpers. “We’re gonna be parents.” 

A silent, intimate moment passed between the two of you; a moment in which eternity spread out before you. You could both see it; a child, growing in your womb, slowly at first, but then quicker than you could ever imagine. You envisioned a nursery, one with soft green curtains and a big, white crib with a soft, pastel baby blanket hanging over the side. Labor and delivery flashed through both your minds, but then, the warm, imagined feeling of seeing your child for the first time. It made both of your chests expand with a love so strong that it nearly consumed the both of you. You surmised, though, that actually seeing your child, in your arms, would be a much stronger event. 

Then, like a reel of film, you saw your child growing up. Learning to talk. Walking. Running. Playing, laughing, growing. Breaking your hearts and making them stronger at the same time. Developing a quirk, maybe, but developing a passion, definitely. Knowing how loved they were by mommy and daddy, knowing that they had a safe place to call home. School. Graduation. The real world. Weddings. 

It all stretched between you and Hanta, like the vast expanse of an unexplored journey; the greatest and most terrifying and exhilarating and challenging of all. 

This all happened within a second, but you both felt it. You saw the same things, you experienced the same feelings. Hanta’s eyes, still dark, but now brimming with emotion, stared into yours, and he touched your cheek. 

“Yeah,” he confirmed softly, with a nod. “Yeah, babe. It’s always been you.”  

-

First. Your legs wrapped tightly around Hanta’s waist, resting on the dimples of his lower back as he drove himself into you with practiced, hard thrusts. His hands dug into your hips, his thumbs pressing on that soft skin on your lower belly. You mewled at his presses on such a  delicate area. Your first orgasm with him inside you was like being submerged in a warm bath. It was slow, almost, not frenzied, and at this point, it was relatively calm. Sero’s orgasm followed suit. 

Second. Your left leg is up over Hanta’s shoulder, the right one pinned to the bed with his left hand. His wedding ring glints in the lowlights of your room as he fucks you, this time with more vigor. Maybe it’s the different position, maybe it’s the harder thrusts, maybe it’s the fact that you’ve already cum three times and he doesn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon, but everything feels amplified. Every swipe of his thumb over your puffy clit. Every drag of his thick, beautiful cock against your sensitive, gummy walls. Every squeeze to your thigh… 

Every look that you shared. Hanta’s eyes were even darker now, darker than they’d been earlier that day at his agency. More needy, almost feral. Your second orgasm with him inside you wasn’t as pleasant. It was hot now, not just warm, and sparks of overstimulation shocked you as your body jerked, almost convulsing as the pleasure tore out of you. Hanta came with a grunt of your name, his voice now so deep and gravelly that he sounded feral. 

Third. Hanta was feral now. His hair stuck out in a million different directions, his pupils were completely blown. Breed, breed, breed. He held your thighs down to the bed, on either side of you, your knees pressed down on the mattress in close proximity to your ears. 

Breed, breed, breed. Tears streamed down your flushed face, and you were babbling nonsense, mostly of your husband’s name and broken little whines.The headboard smacked the wall, the sound reverberating through the room as Hanta thrusted with his entire body weight into your aching, sloppy cunt. He growled, primeval in his need to fill you up- it was no longer a want. He needed to breed you. He’d simply go crazy if he couldn’t. 

Your third orgasm felt like an atomic bomb went off within your walls. Arousal gushed forward as you squirted, your entire cunt clenching violently, milking Hanta’s throbbing cock for all it was worth, painfully so, in your sensitivity. You cried out, sobbing, nails clawing at your husband’s bare back and arms. But he continued to fuck into you recklessly. The drywall behind the bed cracked. The bedframe groaned. A feral growl unlike anything you’d ever heard came from your husband as he came, driving his hips and his seed further and further into your womb. 

Breed, breed, breed. 

-

The day was sunny and clear. A warm breeze fluttered in through your open kitchen window, rustling the curtains and wafting the delicious smells from the stove throughout your home. A soft smile pulled at your face as you stirred and seasoned as needed- baby corn. Baby carrots. Baby back ribs. 

Of course, there was a theme. 

Hanta came home, calling for you, and your heart soared, fluttering in your chest and settling down into your belly.

“I’m in here babe,” you replied, turning, and picking up a small box. 

The box itself was nothing remarkable. It was yellow, small, and rectangular- like the kind of box one would put a necklace inside of, but this one held something more precious than a necklace. 

This box held your future. 

Inside, nestled in with sea green tissue paper, was a pregnancy test. The first pregnancy test you’d taken that showed those two sacred, life-changing, little pink lines. 

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idk if you're still accepting mystery prompts but I have one in mind. (sorry for sending if you stopped accepting and feel free delete this)

Poof! Something happened and all of a sudden Saburo is the same age as Jiro for the three days (or week if you like). How will Saburo react? How do you think his /usual/ arguing with Jiro would go?

-same anon who req. the Hitoya + music sheets. (Ty Tysm for it. Don't forget to take breaks and stay safe! (｡’▽’｡)♡)

Yes, I am still taking mystery prompts, and I’m glad you enjoyed that Hitoya request!  (´ ∀ ` *)

This was a lot of fun to write, since it’s interesting to think about how Saburo will grow up. I personally think he’ll get a burst of character development at some point, and his whole holier-than-thou persona will crumble or get tested. I also think that he’ll turn out to be a delinquent just like the other two, maybe not to the same extent though. I think he’ll prefer to do things the way he sees fit, and be less inclined to follow someone else’s rules. 

Saburo is very fun to write for, and so I hope you like what I did with this idea!

Saburo woke up, like any other free day, in the afternoon. He yawned at stretched his limbs out, noticing that he had a few more clicks and creaks in his joints than usual. A few twists and turns later took out most of them.

He gave out one last stretch – and winced in pain as he whacked his ankle against the end of the bed. Wincing in pain would be the normal thing to do, but Saburo shrugged it off without thinking, as if this happened every day. Expecting to have slid down the bed in his sleep or something, he craned his head up to look at the headstand, but it was right there.

Like a baby deer struggling to stand for the first time, Saburo wobbled and stood up on lanky legs and stretched his arms up, touching the ceiling. For the first time, he could press his palms flat on the ceiling, whereas usually only his fingers could reach that high. Saburo smiled, pleased that he was actually growing. Perhaps he would grow to be as tall as Ichiro, he thought. It took smaller steps to get over to his door too. He then missed the light switch a few times, though he had been able to do that in the dark easily for years. After slapping the wall a few times, Saburo eventually turned on the light. He didn’t want to think that his body had traded memory for height.

One his eyes adjusted to the light, he noticed that his body wasn’t the only different thing there. His room was largely the same. But largely wasn’t exactly. It wasn’t as if he kept track of all the loose trash in his room, but he didn’t remember having two bento boxes, three ramune sodas, and countless snacks the night before. He knew that his stomach would give him the repercussions.

There was the possibility that this litter had accumulated over a few days, which was the most logical conclusion. However, there was the issue of: what was so important the Saburo had neglected to take care of his bedroom? Being messy was Jiro’s usual crime, and if Saburo was used to doing anything, it was competing with him. Had he given up on being neat and tidy?

Saburo was still too tired to think about it. First, he needed to check himself, on the possibility that he was ill, then get ready to clean up this mess. With tired steps, Saburo made his way to a full-length mirror.

Or, it was supposed to be full length, but for some reason the top of his head was cut off. Assuming that it was just wonky, Saburo got closer and tried to fix it.

However, now that he’d woken up some more and was close enough to see his face, he forgot about the mirror and almost leaped back in shock. It was like there was a different person looking back at him. Saburo was no stranger to all-nighters and sleeping at ridiculous hours, but on this particular afternoon there were dark circles under his eyes which he’d never noticed before.

No, it couldn’t be anyone else. His eyes were the same and he had the same three moles. But his face was slightly longer, and his cheeks slightly less round – the thought of his brothers no longer pinching them crossed his mind, and despite him putting on a displeased face to them, the thought scared him. He didn’t want that to change. He wanted to be the same Saburo that had his hair ruffled when he’d done a good job. But this person had shoulder length hair, with his bangs almost going past his nose.

Contemplatively, he put one hand on his cheek. There was something wrong there too. Until now he was too occupied with his hair to realise that there were patches of stubble on his face. No, that couldn’t be right. There was no hair on his face yesterday, so how could it be this much now? Saburo squinted at his reflection, wondering if he needed to get his vision checked out.

A knock on the door startled him out of this confused haze. Saburo heard from the other side:

“Oi, get up before Aniki gets back unless you wanna get dragged out of bed. It’s almost 3 y’know.”

He was pretty sure that that was Jiro.

Saburo cleared his throat and replied: “Yeah, I’m up.”

Those three words sounded a lot different than he was expecting. Different, in the way that it was significantly deeper than the voice he was used to. He clutched his throat – was he ill?

“You are? Sweet. I’m off to work now so don’t go back to sleep. I won’t be here to wake you.”

He didn’t want to get up and ready for the day. He didn’t want to deal with whatever strange new things were in store for him. There was a lot of things he didn’t want to do, and one of them, surprisingly, was to argue with Jiro. On any other day he’d argue that he wasn’t really asleep for that long, and that Jiro was exaggerating to make him look bad.

“Just five more minutes.” He mumbled, crawling back under the sheets, pulling them over his head.

“Suit yourself, man.” Jiro replied, as Saburo heard him walk away. There was no arguing, no bursting down his door, there was nothing of the sort. Jiro sounded almost… responsible.

The weirdest part was that Saburo still didn’t feel the urge to throw any biting words at him. Was this a new normal? It was calming, in a way. Everything was more stable, and their daily routine had calmed down somewhat.

Wait… Since when did Jiro go to work? Was he talking about a job for Yorozuya Yamada? He must have been, Saburo thought.

His head rested back on the pillow. He knew that he wouldn’t actually be dragged out of bed, the few times where it did happen, Ichiro picked them up out of bed and carried them to the kitchen as the only way to ensure that he would eat breakfast. Thoughts of warm food drowned out everything else, and before he knew it, he fell back asleep.

He woke up and checked his phone. It was midday… but he was sure that Jiro said it was getting close to 3pm. His first instinct was to run his hands through his hair, and he felt an immense weight off his shoulders now that it was back to its short length. His face was as smooth as usual too. He sighed, not even caring if it was a school day or not; he could lie in bed all day bathing in the relief that he as back to his normal self. Saburo didn’t know if it had been a glimpse into the future or a nonsense dream. He hoped it was the latter.

A creak came from his door. Saburo craned his neck up to meet Ichiro’s face.

“Hey, we warned you. Am I gonna have to come in there and drag you out? If you get up within the hour we can go to that new Italian food place you wanted to check out. Okay?” Ichiro acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary – whatever happened must have only happened to Saburo.

“Okay, Ichi-nii.” Saburo rubbed his eyes and threw the covers off. His pyjamas fit normally again.

Though, he was looking forward to growing out of them.

[pinoyrella]

“A Love So Beautiful” Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Heartbreak

FT: Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Hinata Shoyo, Kageyama Tobio, Yachi Hitoka + Coaches + Dateko Volleyball Team + Karasuno Volleyball Team.

TW: Mild Language + Rejection 

Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst, Coming of Age + Slow Burn

- Fluff, Angst and Drama mostly in this chapter!

WORD COUNT: 5,800+

“A LOVE SO BEAUTIFUL” Masterlist 🌸

A/N: hi! oh god, i’m so sorry it had been forever, life had been hella wild this past month and as i was going to post this chapter last night, i had forgot a very important detail so i had to restart all over again! n e wayz, i hope you enjoy, and please check out the authors note at the end if you’d like! i love you!!! 💞

PS: this is taking place during season 4, episodes 6-8! omg, i’m getting so nervous about the timeline, i hope it all matches up...

The sound of ringing wakes you from your rest, turning around with a groan, you reach for your phone, immediately answering.

“H-Hello?” You ask with a yawn. “Come outside” “Tsukki?” You immediately sit upright. “It’s-” You open your eyes, looking towards your alarm clock. “5 in the morning.” “Just come outside, but get dressed. It's cold.” He says before hanging up, not giving you a chance to respond.

You throw your phone to the side of your bed, missing the ding of a notification, before removing the sheets. The cold touch of the floor causes a whine of discomfort to slip out before you make your way to your closet, following the blonde’s orders.

Almost dressed, you dig into your dresser as you feel around for your socks, only to find the drawer nearly empty. Peaking your head in, you notice 2 stray socks, each with no pair. Sighing and not thinking too much of it, you take both socks, deciding to mismatch, rather than keep your best friend from waiting in the cold any longer.

Quickly layering yourself in a warm and fuzzy sweater, you slip into your boots, before opening the front door, revealing the still dark sky. You sigh as you quickly lock your door, before turning, immediately finding the blonde perched on his bike right in front of your gate. 

Letting out a tired smile, a huff of cold air leaves your lips as you skip over to him happily. 

The sound of the gate closing causes the attention of Tsukishima to turn, looking down to face your cute and tired face. Sliding his phone into his pocket, he gives you a warm smile as you watch the hot air fighting against the cold leaving his lips.

“Morning.” He greets. The two of you make your way down the sidewalk.

You haven’t met or seen Tsukishima since your birthday last week, but of course as expected, he had spent half of his spring break at Miyagi’s Training Camp. You haven’t spoken to Kageyama either, but you expect the same as well, the boy’s training with the entire of Japan. 

In the midst of strolling, you pause, causing the blonde to stop and turn to look at you. Where were you guys even going? 

“Where are we going Tsukki?” You ask, you watch as his eyes turn away, before looking back to you, replying bluntly. “I don’t know.” “HUH?!” You cross your arms, confused and irritated “You woke me up at 5 in the morning? For you don’t know? Why!” You whine giving him a pout before he turns his head facing forward.

You watch as he hops onto his bike, before turning to look back at you. “Hop on.”

You follow his orders, and cling closely to his back as he faces forward. “Where do you want to go?” He asks, you feel the vibration of his speaking throughout his body, as you lay your head to his back, exhausted. “I’m hungry” You answer, without actually answering his question. He takes this as a sign to find the nearest convenience store to satisfy your needs.

Tsukishima hadn’t plotted his idea through enough. He had only planned to watch the sunrise with you, but in fact, he had just wanted to see you as soon as possible. He had been so packed with training camp, leaving his house early, only to come home late. The only contact the two of you had throughout the first half of the week were through texting and calling, but he missed you physically. As soon as training camp had ended, he took the earliest opportunity to see you. Literally.

You snuggle into Tsukishima before he gently wakes you. The two of you make your way into the convenience store, you still being half asleep, following him mindlessly as he grabs various bento boxes, showing it to you. Your eyelids half opened, as you shake your head to each box he presents, chicken, pork, veggies, seafood. 

You hear him sigh “You’re so picky”, placing the bento box of chicken back on the shelf before turning back to you, noticing your eyes slowly drooping shut. “What do you want to eat?” Without even opening your eyes, your lips turn into a smirk. “Mmm…” “What?”

“Strawberry… shortcake...” Tsukishima blinks as he processes what you’ve just said. The light pinch on your right cheek surprises you, waking you up with a low yelp. He lets go before replying. “Are you dumb? It’s five in the morning, it’s too early for cake. You need to eat food.”

“Cake is a food” You bite back playfully, “REAL food.” Tsukishima replies, crossing his arms. You let out a huff, grabbing the chicken bento he had just places from the shelf. You face away from him, only to slowly turn back, giving him a soft pout with those puppy eyes. 

Walking out of the convenience store, Tsukishima holding onto the plastic bag in his hands, as you hold a container with a piece of strawberry shortcake in yours. “I can’t believe you.” He says before settling onto his bike, waiting for you to hop on. “Hey! Don’t I deserve this? You woke me up so early!” You cry, taking the plastic bag in his hands, gently placing your cake inside as your eyes wander behind him. 

“Can we go to the river?!” “What?” You point excitedly to the Shiroishi River, not too far from your current location. Tsukishima follows your finger, letting out a sly smile before turning back to you. “Hop on.”

Hopping onto the bike’s back seat, you clutch onto Tsukishima’s back once again, as he begins riding off. Feeling the early morning’s cold hair brush against your cheeks, as your hair flows. The warmth of Tsukishima in front of you makes you hug him tighter, closer, as the bike rides away.

Not long, the two of you make it to a spot by the river. As Tsukishima parks his bike, you make your way slowly down the small hill’s incline, running closely towards the river with your arms spread out, the plastic bag in your hands swinging.

“Ocean, I’m coming!” You giggle, as you find the perfect patch of grass, to immediately plop down. “That’s a river.” Tsukishima replies, following after you.

The two of you sit in silence for a bit, before taking out the small meals you both had purchased.

You immediately dive into the plastic bag, pulling out the container with the strawberry shortcake, before hearing a cough. Looking up to Tsukishima, he holds the chicken bento box in his hands, giving you a knowing look.

You reply with a small pout before placing the cake down, taking the bento in his hands and beginning the start of your meal.

-

Kageyama wakes from his rest, turning to his side to check the time. It’s five in the morning, he sits in his bed for what seems like forever. His mind takes him back to last Friday, when he had seen you and Tsukishima. 

His heart clenches, remembering the smile you gave the blonde, and the smile the blonde gave you. Maybe he was overthinking this, maybe it was just a misunderstanding. You two have been friends since childhood, this could be something normal between you too, it can’t be more, can it?

He hasn’t spoken to you at all since then. He hasn’t called, texted, or even seen you in person. He thanks the training camp for assisting in keeping his mind occupied, but still, you always stood in the back of his mind.

‘Should I message her?’

He misses you just as much, but he doesn’t know how to reach out, nor how to react. But with courage, he reaches for his phone, sending you a quick message before getting dressed.

05:07 a.m

Tobio: “Hey, want to get breakfast together later?”

Finally getting out of bed, he dresses, preparing for his daily morning jog.

Shutting his front door, he places his headphones in, before pressing play as he jogs out his residence.

-

As you figure the mechanics of removing the lid of the bento, Tsukishima watches, a smile crossing his face watching as you struggle so cutely.

You huff, before turning, catching Tsukishima already looking at you. He immediately turns his head the moment you make eye contact, hoping you didn’t catch him staring. Not thinking too much of it, you huff. “Tsukki, see this is a sign, I should eat the cake first!”

Tsukishima rolls his eyes, taking the bento and opening it for you so easily, as he unwraps the chopsticks, facing it to you.

You stare at the opened bento box, before looking up to him. Blush spreads as you take it, thanking him.

Digging in, you feel his stare, this time catching him before he had the chance to turn away. That was when you realized- the poor boy probably didn’t even have breakfast yet tpp. 

You move scooting much closer to him, using your chopsticks, you grab a piece of meat, bringing it towards the blonde. “Tsukki, say ah~!”

Tsukishima's eyes widened just a bit in shock, before turning his head away just a little. “It’s fine…” Blush creeps across his face, denying your offer. Though, you don’t stop.

Hovering the meat closer to his mouth, his head turns the other way, gently bringing his hand to grab your wrist. “No, you eat it” He tells you.

“Tsukki!” You whine “You haven’t ate yet either too! Please” You plead, giving a pout.

He sighs before letting go of your wrist, turning his head to face you directly.

Giving him a smile for being obedient, you tease “Here comes the airplane~!” Tsukishima rolls his eyes yet again, as he opens his mouth slightly, letting you feed him.

As he chews, you tease him again. “Is that shit bussin’?” Tsukishima nearly chokes, as you let out a quiet fit of laughter.

Tsukishima takes the water bottle that sits between you two, taking a drink before wiping his mouth. ‘This girl’s crazy.’ He smiles behind his hand, before closing the lid.

The two of you sit, telling each other what you’ve been up to, sharing the bento, then finally enjoying the cake. “God, I’ve been waiting for this one!” 

You both sit in silence, watching as day begins. Looking far off into the distance, you see as the sun slowly rises.

“I missed you so much Kei, even though it’s only been a few days, it feels like forever.” You say, not taking your eyes off from the distance.

Tsukishima stares at your features, the daylight lighting your face up as it rises.

“Yeah, I missed you too.” He says before bringing his attention to watch the sunrise.

-

Kageyama makes his way across the Shiroishi River’s bridge, nearly home before he notices two figures. Not thinking too much of it, he continues his route home, but as he comes closer, the two seem very familiar.

He pauses as he reaches the top, removing his headphones, he looks down towards you both. ‘Y/n?’

-

You watch as the sun begins to rise, the warmth of the star makes you feel at ease, watching the sky slowly brighten makes you feel very comforting. You let out a yawn as your eyes begin to droop. Tsukishima notices, and watches from the corner of his, as you lay your head on his shoulder.

Tsukishima stiffens, flustered but calms himself as he continues to watch as your eyes shut, just exactly as the sun reaches the top. Your lashes flutter and the sun hits your face perfectly. The beautiful and warm glow, making his heart beat fast all over again.

A strand of your hair makes its way to cover your face. He takes his hand to move it away, wanting to appreciate the golden glow effect on your facial features more.

His breath hitches, he finds it hard to breathe. You have such an effect on him. He is so taken aback by your beauty, and finds himself falling into you, much more than he already has over the years.

-

Kageyama watches the interaction, remembering the time he had watched the sunset with you at the park nearby Coach Ukai’s shop. He remembers when you had your heart broken, and heavy, your mind racing with negative thoughts, the tears streaming down your face, you looked so hurt. Understanding that it was Tsukishima who had done that, he watches as now, he is the one to feel that way. His heart squeezes painfully, as he turns to run off home.

-

Tsukishima continues to watch as you snooze quietly, in such content on his shoulder. He wishes to stay like this forever, perhaps one day. 

He takes a fallen leaf beside him, bringing it up to your nose and wiggling it back in forth, tickling you.

Your nose scrunches, before immediately sitting up, preparing to sneeze before Tsukishima brings a tissue in his hands, plugging your nose with it, stopping the reaction.

Your eyes flutter open, as your eyes turn to him, you take the tissue as he pulls his hand away, giving you a sly smile before turning back to the sun. 

You slowly remove the tissue, shoving it into your pocket before an idea pops to mind.

“A-Achoo!” You act, looking to the side to see if you had caught his attention. Not at all, he continues his gaze to the distance, as you begin again. “AH-AHHHH-ACHOO!” You try harder, only to look and see, no reaction from him.

Having enough of this man ignoring you, you tug on his sleeve, his gaze turns to you before you try, yet again. “Achoo!” “Gross” “Tsukki!” You whine as he lets out a small laugh.

Giving him a pout, you cross your arms before replying. “You know, in a drama I watch, when someone sneezes, the other person usually offers their jacket.” You peak from your right eye, watching as he removes his hoodie.

You both immediately stand up, as he motions for your arms to be held up.

You follow his instructions as he slips it on you, his hoodie loosely hugging you, feeling oh so warm. It’s so big on you, nearly reaching your knees. Blushing, you look up to him and find him giving you a smile, a too friendly smile.

Before you could ask, he takes the sleeves, tying the ends of it. “Ah! Kei!” You wiggle as he begins to run up the hill towards his bike.

“Kei!” You giggle, chasing after him as he hops on his bike, slowly peddling.

“KEEEIIIIIII!” 

-

Finally arriving home, you hope off the back of his bike, turning to him.

“Thanks for-” “Dropping you home” He finishes. Before you can turn into your gate, he asks. “Will you be coming to the practice match?” You turn, facing him before giving a sweet smile. 

“Yes sir! I’ll be there as always to cheer you on!” He blushes from your statement, before scoffing. “W-whatever…” You wave to him before making your way in.

Just as you were about to fall onto your bed, you receive another notification, from Tsukishima. Immediately opening it.

06:47 a.m

Tsukki: “Bring my hoodie too.” 

06:47 a.m

Y/n: “OUR hoodie!”

You laugh before noticing another message, immediately sitting upright and opening it, it was from Kageyama.

05:07 a.m

Tobio: “Hey, wanna get breakfast together later?”

Looking at the current time to now, you feel so bad for leaving him un-replied for so long. Just as you finish typing a reply, you stop yourself from sending it for a second, thinking to yourself and remembering the script from the week before. ‘I’m in love with Y/n’ The thought comes back to mind.

Would it be alright to talk with Kageyama? I mean, after all, crush or not he’s still one of your closest friends. It would be best to let him down easily now, right?

06:48 a.m

Y/n: “Tobio! I’m so sorry I completely missed the notification, if the offer is still up you already know I’d love to! There is also something I really REALLY want to talk about.”

You watch as not even a few minutes later, you get a reply.

06:54 a.m

Tobio: “It’s okay, and of course I’m always here to listen. 7:30? I have to go home afterwards and get ready for the practice match later.”

06:55 a.m

Y/n: “Perfect, sounds good to me 🕺🏻 “

06:56 a.m

Tobio: “I’ll come to your house in fifteen. Also can you please bring one of your hair ties? See you soon.”

You read his text confused, ‘one of my scrunchies?’. You reply back before going through your dresser, pulling out one of your favorite scrunchies.

-

“I’m heading out!” You call out to your parents before shutting the door. As you make your way past your gates, you check your phone, seeing it is still a bit early.

Just then, you hear someone call to you. Looking you notice Kageyama jogging to you. 

“Goodmorning Tobio” You give him a small smile, he greets you back as the two of you make your way to a nearby cafe.

-

“Will that be all?” The cashier asks. Just as you were about to respond, Kageyama lightly pushes you to the side, before ordering and handing the cashier money to pay for both meals.

“Tobio! It’s okay, I can pay for myself-” You watch as the cashier hands Kageyama his change, as he hands you the receipt with your order number.

“Don’t worry about it boss” He gives a smile as you two find a place to sit.

“Thank you again, please enjoy your meal.” The employee sets your breakfast in front of you, before walking off. What the employee had placed on the table was definitely more than you ordered.

Your mind begins to race with the thought of the script, but you scoot it away, wanting to enjoy and spend time with your friend before bringing up that topic.

“Thank you Tobio, next time let me treat you!” You say, as the two of you begin your meals.

Throughout your meal, your mind keeps racing back to the script. Little did you know, Kageyama’s as well with you and Tsukishima.

“So, new style?” “Hm?” You let your fork down, looking to him. “Your sweatshirt, looks very big on you” He says, and you blush, looking down remembering you are still wearing Tsukishima’s hoodie. “Uh- Yeah...” You stuff your mouth, obviously flustered and too embarrassed to say it’s Tsukishima’s. 

"Well, I-I have a lot of hoodies, I think they’d look big on you too... If you ever want to borrow” He says quickly, stuffing his face as well as he begins to fluster.

You nearly choke at his offer, immediately chugging the water in front of you down before giving him a laugh. Just then, you remember.

“Oh, Kags” The boy’s attention falls to you, as you reach for your bag pulling out your scrunchie.

“You said to bring one of my hair ties? Well, first of all, scrunchies, but yeah what did you need them for?” You hold the scrunchie in front of you, as he pulls away from his food, digging into his pocket.

“I wanted to make an exchange.” He says.

You blink, before replying. “An exchange?” “Yeah.” He pulls out the medal he had received from the Interhigh Spring Preliminaries.

You blink again, “What?!” “I want to make an exchange, with my medal, for your hair tie- scrunchie.” He places the medal on the table.

“I want this to be the kind of exchange, like a promise sort of.” “A promise?” You ask confused. “Yeah.” He pauses, sitting up taller as he continues. “I want you to keep this medal, and I want to keep your scrunchie.”

“Only until I finally get the olympic medal, is when you can give this back to me.” He slides his medal over to you, before reaching over and taking the scrunchie from your hands. “And, only until you finally get really good and find that somebody who’s even better, will I give this back to you.” He waves your scrunchie as you process what he had just said.

A smile leaves your lips, before holding your hand out. “Deal.” The two of you shake on it, as you slide each other’s significant belonging into your pockets, well for you, in your bag.

The two of you continue your meal, and talk as friends would always do, enjoying each other's company. Kageyama thinks to himself, maybe, he does have a chance.

As you walk home, the thought of the script comes back. You stop in your tracks, before calling out to Kageyama.

“Tobio?” He turns around, looking down and immediately coming to your service. “What’s wrong-” “Um…” He steps back, not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable, as he waits for whatever you want to say.

“I-” You take a deep breath, pulling out the script you had brought along with you, handing it to him.

“I know you wrote this, I know, that you have… feelings for me…” Kageyama freezes, as he takes the script in between you hands, rereading the confession he had written for you that night. Could you be confessing? Could you be reciprocating the same feeling- 

“I don’t like you.”

Kageyama’s heart stops, his eyes not leaving the script.

“I-I mean! I like you, you’re one of my best friends, but I just don’t like you that way! You are like my brother, well sort of- maybe not brother that’s kind of weird to say, but like an uncle! No-wait that’s even worse, my cousin? No you’re just, you’re just my very very very close friend, and I like you but only in that way and-” As you ramble, Kageyama’s mind closes off before it comes back to you.

“I’m in love with someone else.”

There it is.

Kageyama drops his head down, and you don’t even notice before looking to him after not receiving a response. “To...bio?” You look under his drooped head, still no reply. You poke him, feeling a bit worried. “Tobio, I’m so sorry… Please don’t be mad… Please don’t hate me” Just then, he chuckles, surprising you a bit.

You watch as he brings his head back up, for some reason his nose seems a bit redder than before. “You know it was just a game.” He begins, as you tilt your head in confusion.

“Don’t take it too seriously, it was just a joke, for a stupid game of that stupid Hinata’s.” He forces another chuckle. 

You watch as his gaze softens, bringing his hand on top of your head. “You know you will always and forever be my boss, I won’t ever feel that way about you.” He lies, as he ruffles your head.

Your lips turn into a smile, before tackling him into a hug.

“You scared me! I thought you were crying, I felt so bad! Don’t joke like that ever again!” You laugh as he hugs you back.

You pull away, before waving to him goodbye. As you walk off towards the direction of your house, you miss the grip he had on the script, as he drops his hand down. A single tear slowly making his way down, as he watches the first girl he ever loved walk away from him.

But as he turns his back, beginning to walk off, a number of tears stream down uncontrollably, making his walk home, a very heartbreaking stroll.

-

Before the time knew it, it was time for the practice match. Kageyama hadn’t been able to realize the time, for his mind has been fogged. Just as Kageyama leaves, he passes by his grandfather’s tamaya shrine, stopping right in front of it. ‘Grandpa, why do I feel this way?’

He feels the warm presence comfort his heart and mind. The words of his late grandfather, repeating back into his mind.

“If you get really good... I promise you... somebody who's even better will come along and find you."

-

Kageyama keeps his current pace, as he makes his way to the gym. His mind completely occupied of you. He feels sad, hurt, confused, but also frustrated. Not at you, at him. “Kageyama!” He barely even hears someone calling out to him, not until he reaches the entrance of the gym. Stepping in with Hinata. Hinata gives Kageyama a side glance, noticing his off state. 

“Hey!” Sugawara’s voice calls out to them from behind, bringing his arms to swing around the shoulders of his kouhais. “Hinata, Kageyama! You guys made it back in one piece!” Kageyama glances to his senior, giving a low nod as Hinata replies. “Heya, Suga-san!” “Heya, Heya” He greets them both, ruffling their heads as he makes his way to Tanaka by the net. 

“Yo!” Kageyama feels a hand slap playfully to his back, along with Hinata as Nishinoya makes his way past the two who were still standing by the entrance. The two boys following after him.

Tanaka tucks the gym’s keys in his pocket before turning to Kageyama. “Kageyama, how was the youth training camp?” From the mention of the training camp, Nishinoya runs over in excitement “Yeah, that! How was the All-Japan?!”

Kageyama takes a moment to collect himself. “The floors weren’t made of wood.” He states bluntly, trying his best to not sound too off, hoping his seniors would stop there. “You’re talking about the court?! Tell us, were there crazy good players from all over?” The two ask happily, Kageyama giving them both a silent nod, “Yeah.”

Hinata watches Kageyama before his senior calls behind him. “Hinata, you didn’t try to sneak into the All-Youth Training Camp?” Sugawara teases. “W-well, I- Uh-” “Apparently he didn’t try because he’d get arrested.” Kageyama stays silent, feeling his blood boil to the sound of Tsukishima’s voice while the others in the gym turn their heads to Tsukishima who had just arrived, greeting their teammate. 

“Tsukishima!” Hinata growls as the blonde makes his way in. “He was actually planning to sneak into the Tokyo camp.” He continues, Nishinoya beaming before facing his kouhai. “Nice, Shoyo!” 

Tsukishima stops in his tracks as Sugawara jumps to him, placing a hand to his head. “Did you learn more at training camp, too, Tsukishima?” “Yeah… I guess…” He says quietly as his senior ruffles his hair. Sugawara laughing as he moves to the right of the blonde, continuing his actions to his head, “Did you grow taller?” he laughs.

“Are you his aunt or something?” Asahi jokes as he and Daichi walk in. “He’d better not have grown taller in five days.”

“Goodmorning kids.” Takeda-sensei greets, Coach Ukai by his side. “Enough chatting, let's prepare for the practice match.” “RIGHT!”

-

“Futakuchi-san!” Koganegawa calls to his senior, setting the ball to him. Kageyama and Tsukishima watch the ball as they stand side by side, preparing to block Futakuchi from scoring a point. Just as they jump, the boy lightly taps the ball, sending it over lightly.

“Feint!” Tsukishima calls as Nishinoya sprints. “Rolling…” Kageyama turns his glance to the ball about to touch the floor, before Nishinoya sends it back up, not realizing his stance in front of Asahi. “Thunder!”

“Nice, Nishinoya!” Sugawara calls from the stands, as the teammates watch the game.

“Nishinoya-san!” Kageyama shouts, earning the attention from everyone. “You’re in the way!” Karasuno goes into shock as Nishinoya processes his words. “HUH?!”

Kageyama proceeds to set to Tanaka, as he spikes the ball down to their side. “Nice, Tanaka!” Daichi calls out as Tanaka slowly turns his head to Nishinoya.

“What’d you just say?!” Nishinoya approaches the setter, looking up to him in anger. Kageyama looks down to him, before bluntly replying. “You were blocking the back row attacker’s approach.” The gym goes silent before Nishinoya’s mood goes back to normal. “Oh- Gotcha!” He replies going back to his position.

“Oh my god that was scary…” Yachi lets out to Kiyoko besides her. “I’m impressed, I didn’t even notice that at all.” Sugawara admits. “The fact that Kageyama realized that while they were playing and the fact that Noya realized it after he was told is pretty amazing.” Ennoshita joins. Yamaguchi freezes in his spot, “I’m more amazed that he talked to Nishinoya-san like that…” he trails.

Kageyama walks off from Nishinoya, resuming his position towards the net as Tanaka makes his way over to him. “You could have said it in a different way.” Tanaka defends. “Like how?” Kageyama replies, riling his senior up. “The hell did you just say?” “All right” Daichi grabs onto the head of Tanaka’s, stopping him. “I’m gonna stop you right there.” Before turning to the referee. “Sorry about that.”

Kageyama keeps his head down, frustration and irritation bubbling in him, trying his best to not let his mind go to you. Tsukishima glances at Kageyama from the side, before the game restarts.

“Chance ball!” Kageyama adjusts himself, setting towards Tsukishima as he sends it straight down to the opponent's side. “Nice kill!” Hinata and Yamaguchi let out in sync, Kageyama’s eyebrows furrow as he frowns, glaring at Tsukishima.

Daichi extends his hand to slap Tsukishima’s palms, just as the boy turns, he makes eye contact with Kageyama’s before he turns away. 

“What?” Tsukishima calls out, Kageyama keeping his eyes to the floor. “If you have something to say, just say it.” He says bluntly as Kageyama walks away, completely ignoring him.

“You know damn well you’d start fighting if he said it.” Sugawara teases from the stands. “Or rather, if you actually think Kageyama can effectively put anything into words, you’re greatly mistaken!” “He’s right!” Hinata joins. “Though…” His teammates turn to the short boy. “If something was going on in-game, he’d usually bring it up. So it’s weird that he hasn’t said anything.” “Yeah, Kageyama seems very different today…”

The sound of the referee’s whistle causes their attention to go back to the court, only to see Kageyama give Tsukishima a look of anger. “You should have tried harder to block that. You could have totally jumped again.”

Yamaguchi stiffens, “I’m pretty sure Tsukki realizes that without him saying anything…”

Tsukishima keeps his eyes in front, before letting out a scoff, turning to face the setter with a cocky smile on his face. “Oh? What are you so irritated for? Did the king miss his nap today?”

“Huh?!” Just as Kageyama begins to charge, Daichi pulls him back by his shirt. “Hey, Kageyama stop!”

“Well that’s not good” Coach Ukai stands, his hands cross as he tries his best not to laugh at the situation. Takeda-sensei rises from his seat as he adjusts his glasses, “Should we call a timeout?” “Nah.”

The game resumes, and Kageyama sets once more to Asahi, unfortunately, the ace sends the ball out. 

“Man, Asahi can’t catch a break today. What’s wrong? He’s like an unwritten script.” Sugawara jokes out loud.

Kageyama stiffens to the word, remembering the script he threw away last Friday, and his script you had given him before the rejection.

“Damn it, sorry! That was a good toss-” “Then make the damn point.” Kageyama says, the tone in his voice being something very similar to of years before high school.

-

You had just arrived to school. “Ah!” You sigh in relief, making your way past the school gates. Still in Tsukishima’s hoodie, you clutch onto the purse that dangles the strawberry milk carton keychain Kageyama had given you a while back. “Let’s see, turn here, and make a right there…” You say to yourself, finally seeing the gym coming to view. 

You make your way in quietly, watching the game as Yachi motions you over. “Should we call a timeout?” “Nah.” You hear Takeda-sensei and Coach Ukai say as you walk past the stands, waving to the team before taking a seat besides Yachi. 

The sound of the referee’s whistle causes you to look to the scoreboard before returning back to Yachi. “Oh man, I missed so much already” You cry as she shakes her head. “Not really! Though, you did miss a lot of-” “Then make the damn point.” The harsh tone of Kageyama causes your attention to turn to the court. “That…” Yachi finishes.

The referee whistle blows indicating a break.

-

You make your way over to your friends, offering to help Yachi and Kiyoko pass out water bottles. Making your way to Tsukishima, he tries to hide his smile, seeing you still in his hoodie. “Thanks” He takes the water bottle, squeezing the sides. “Y/n-chan!” Sugawara greets, pulling you into a hug. “I like your hoodie! How’s my favorite Tsukishima doing?” Tsukishima chokes at his seniors' joke, causing your attention to go back to him. “Tsukki?!” You bring the towel in your arm up, patting the sides of his jawline, drying the water that drips down his neck. 

Kageyama turns his glance towards Sugawara after hearing him call your name, only to watch as you tend to Tsukishima. You are both close to one another as you pat his face dry, he sees the look you give him before bringing his attention back to the ground.

Asahi turns and begins to approach Kageyama, he calls out to his younger teammate. “Hey, Kageyama! There’s something I want to try-” Asahi stops, slowly tilting his head to the side. The attention of everyone in the gym turns to Kageyama as he begins, his mind racing, he isn’t sure if he wants to shout because of volleyball or because of you. “I…” His mind is jumbled up, what did he want to say?

Dropping the towel down, you look over to Kageyama, the feeling of concern for him coursing through you. “To...bio?”

“I know my tosses are good!” He stops, his head still faced down before cocking it to the side. “So please, tell me why?!” He shouts, his head immediately drops to the ground. His eyes widened in shock, realizing what he had just said. A mixture of frustration between volleyball and you.

The gym freezes at his sudden outburst. You stand in shock, feeling as if half of that statement was meant for you. You gulp before Tsukishima scoffs. “Well would you look at that. It’s the return of the king.”

Bringing his head up, he looks around the room, his eyes falling to yours. “I’m sorry-” “You know, I’ve been thinking…” Hinata interrupts, the attention landing on him. “You’ve been pretty off today…” He begins. “You’re usually really focused when it comes to matches, but…” He turns to face Kageyama, his head cocks to the side in confusion. “What’s so wrong with being king?” Kageyama blinks, “Is it because he’s too bossy? Because he’s too self centered? Either way...” Hinata turns to face his team. “No matter what Kageyama says, if I don’t like it I’m not going to listen to him.”

Kageyama stares at the boy in absolute confusion, processing his words. Before Tanaka joins in. “Yeah! No matter what he says, I’m not going to listen if I don’t like his tone.” You watch as Tsukishima removes his glasses, bringing the ends of his jersey to wipe the lens. “What he said.”

“So, no one really cares if you’re the ‘king’ or not.” Hinata takes the towel from his neck, wrapping it around his head. “And plus, king’s are supposed to be cool.” He pauses, before turning back around. “Don’t let obstacles block you from the chances you can take in the future. Get back out there and win!”

Kageyama sucks in his breath, before subtly turning his gaze back to you, then to his senior. “Asahi-san” “Sorry about that, Kageyama.” Kageyama looks up to his senior in confusion. “I’ve been trying to time my hits so they don’t match their blocks, but it just hasn’t been working against Date Tech. Your tosses are great though! So keep doing what you’re doing.”

Just as Asahi was about to turn away. “Ah- I’m probably gonna get caught by their blocks again, so I’ll just apologize now. My bad-” “And I’m not going to give up trying for that super sharp cut shot, so you’re not allowed to get mad at me for missing.” Tanaka yells. “If you don’t like it, that’s your problem!”

Kageyama turns to his senior, determination spread across his face. Tanaka looks at the boy, before letting out a laugh. “Bring it on!”

Before the second set starts, Kageyama’s eyes fall to you. “Don’t let obstacles block you from the chances you can take in the future. Get back out there and win!” The quote from Hinata replays in his head, as he turns to glare at Tsukishima. Tsukishima notices his gaze, and looks back to him “I’m not gonna lose to you” Kageyama states before the whistle blows.

“Huh?” Tsukishima questions, irritated by Kageyama’s random statement. Before looking back to you, knowing exactly what he meant. “I see, that’s perfectly fine with me.”

-

Kageyama finally arrives home after a long, and successful practice match. He drops his sports bag as he slips out of his shoes, slipping into his house slippers. 

As he makes it towards his room, he passes by his grandfather’s tamaya, stopping right in front of it. A look of great determination spreading through his face.

“I’m not giving up.”

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The Dreaded First Day of School (single dad!jimin)

SUMMARY: On his son’s first day of school, we learn that the badass, leather jacket wearer, and tattoo clad single dad might not be so tough after all. Or maybe, his soft little son isn’t as pure as he ought to be. (In short, Jimin’s baby is growing up and he’s not prepared for it.)

GENRE: fluff, humour, maybe angst if you squint hard enough

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

NOTES: So Jimin isn’t supposed to be a mean or awful dad here. He’s just still not totally equipped to be one even after five years now. This might become a mini series with Ms. Y/n being Haneul’s teacher in the future. Who knows? Also, the photo is not mine.

POSTED ON: 26th March, 2021

What the actual heck is this??

Jimin has seen a lot of crazy things in his life but this, whatever is happening in front of him, is something he truly cannot believe.

You see, today is his son's, Haneul, dreaded™ first day of school.

The kid was up until 3 in the morning, crying his eyes out. He kept begging Jimin to not let him go, saying things like “I’ve been a good boy.” or “I don’t know those people.” or “Please, daddy, I don’t want to go!”

Half of the time, Jimin didn’t even understand what he was saying because he was crying so much.

The worst part is that Jimin had half the mind to give in to all these excuses and to just let Haneul attend school next year.

Contrary to popular belief though, he’s not entirely an awful example of what a father should be. In general, yes, he’s done a lot of questionable things. But in particular, as a father, he does like allowing his son to eat whatever junk food he wants, watch whatever is on the tv, or letting him up way past his bedtime (as late as 4am).

BUT he still has a smidge of decency left in his being and he actually wants his son to grow up decent.

(Which for the most part, is going along fine since Haneul is probably one of the sweetest and softest kids he’s ever seen. How though? Jimin has no idea.)

So with tired eyes and barely 4 hours of sleep, he dragged his son to school.

Even during the drive, Haneul was still adamant about skipping school and all the while, he kept using his cute crying voice that ALWAYS turns Jimin into mush.

Not this time though.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’ll meet a lot of friends and you’ll play with them! It’s gonna be fun, I promise.” This is one of the many things he said to lift his son’s spirits up.

All his efforts are still not enough to pacify Haneul as the tiny boy kept throwing a tantrum. Jimin even had to carry him after getting out of the car and during the entire walk to the school gymnasium where the assembly is, Haneul held his arms tightly around his neck.

To be completely honest, Jimin thought that it would be embarrassing but actually, he found the entire thing quite endearing.

Maybe it’s the narcissistic prick inside him that’s talking but seeing and hearing his son say that he’d rather spend time with him makes him feel like perhaps he’s not so bad of a dad after all.

Which brings us to the present.

To reiterate, Jimin cannot believe what’s happening.

One moment, his son is clinging to him for his dear life, then in an instant, he watched him grow up right in front of him.

In the worst way possible.

Not to be dramatic, but it was like watching his entire life slip away from his grasp.

The beginning of the end started when Jimin pointed to these three boys and insisted Haneul to introduce himself.

Boy, oh boy, oh boy, BIG mistake on his behalf!

He probably should’ve pushed his son to the “nerdier” looking kids. That would’ve helped him in the long run, as well!

At first, he watched in awe from a far as Haneul progressively turned less tense and more comfortable with those boys. They started with cute small smiles but it quickly turned into wildly animated gestures while comparing their Paw Patrol themed trolley backpacks.

“That’s my boy! Already making friends and it’s only been 5 minutes.” Jimin proudly thought to himself.

Okay, maybe Haneul is going to be fine. All that crying thinking Jimin did the entire night was for nothing! His cute soft son can totally do this.

Now, Jimin’s life altering moment comes. The time to actually say goodbye is here.

A teacher announces that they’re taking the kids to their respective classrooms and even if they cry or make a huge fit about it, the parents or guardians should stay where they are. They should refrain from “babying” their child.

Alright, now’s the time for Haneul to cry again! There’s no way he doesn’t cry even just a tiny bit…....Right?

Jimin makes eye contact with Haneul and, without any second thoughts, proudly mouths “I love you” while pointing to him.

Normally, Haneul is quick to return the gesture. Heck, he even goes as far as drawing a huge heart with his tiny pointer fingers!

But today, he doesn’t do that. No no no no no!

Instead, Haneul discreetly looks around him to check if anyone is watching him then……….

He shakes his head towards his father then faces back to his new friends.

Gasp! What is this???

Jimin has never felt so betrayed in his entire life! Not to mention, by his OWN son too.

This irks him so much.

So much so that he stands and gets close to his son, opposing the teacher’s instruction of letting their kids be.

Bitch, no. He’s getting his “I love you” from his son no matter what.

As he walks towards Haneul, it’s apparent that the kid had somehow done a complete 180 from his mood 10 minutes ago.

How can this be? How is he suddenly so cold towards his own man?

When he finally gets to Haneul, he literally, no joke, had to call his name 4 times to get his attention. The actual audacity of this kid!

“Hey, Haneul. Daddy’s gotta go!” Jimin says with his world famous “no eyes” smile.

Haneul’s face drops.

Bingo!

This kid is about to get a huge reality check or so Jimin thinks he is.

He’s waiting for any signs of despair, a sniff or maybe some glassy eyes but nothing happens.

Come on, where are the water works?? Where are all the hugs and kisses???

Haneul is like (・-・) to Jimin.

O-okay…….

“...”

“...”

“...”

Nothing???

“There’s a lot of scary strangers here……”

Okay, so that was really mean for Jimin to say bUT HE ONLY WANTS TO SQUEEZE EVEN JUST A DROP OF AFFECTION FROM HIM. Sue him!

Haneul finally opens his mouth.

Jimin quietly anticipates his son to return to his warm and loving self that he still doesn’t quite know where he gets from...

“So what, daddy? I’m a big boy! I don’t need you.”

(´⊙ω⊙`)?！

Uhm exCusE mE, but W H A T??

Needless to say, that statement hurt Jimin like a buttcheek on a stick.

However, he’s not gonna break away from his badass persona in front of all these people, especially around these little shits that they call “children”. He has an ✨𝓪𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬✨ that he strictly abides to, people!

And frankly, he’s not gonna let his son walk all over him.

So without any word, Jimin leans down to give Haneul a kiss. If he’s not gonna receive any affection through words then fine! He’s gonna get it through a different way.

Jimin’s lips are almost in contact with Haneul’s plush cheeks. They are literally a hair away that Jimin can feel the heat emitting from it but all at once, that heat is gone.

You know why?

Because Haneul is quick to do that matrix shit where he bends his back to avoid his father’s lips.

Then he saunters away, leaving Jimin hanging.

(๑´⊙ ₃ ⊙`๑)

Jimin calls him a couple times but again, he did not look back.

S I G H

Alright, then. He doesn’t normally raise his voice towards his son (nor disciplines him tbh) but oh boy, oh boy! This kid is practically asking for it.

He doesn’t give a fuck if he’s five, no son of his is gonna be allowed to treat him like that!

“HANEUL! GET BACK HERE. NOW!”

Well, that got him looking back towards his father.

Jimin points in front of him to which Haneul begrudgingly complies after taking a peek from his new found friends.

Haneul hears the other boys snicker behind him as he trudges towards his slightly pissed father.

When he’s standing right where his father wants him, Jimin leans his cheek down again for him to kiss.

Now, the other boys are blatantly laughing at him.

Maaaaaaaan. He can’t be a laughing stock on his first day of school! He needs to be as cool as his daddy!

As Haneul contemplates his life choices, Jimin patiently waits for his kiss. There’s no way Haneul is gonna reject him for the third time in a row within a span of two minutes!

Within a few seconds, he feels Haneul’s lidol babie hand against his cheek.

O M G

How 😭 cute 😭 is 😭 this 😭 ??

This has got to be one the softest moments they have shared together. AND it’s in front of all these people!

Take that Namjoon hyung for saying I can’t be a gentle and tender loving father!

Jimin is about to place a hand over Haneul’s small one to caress it but then Haneul pushes his face away.

“Just go, daddy!”

Before Jimin is able to process what just transpired, Haneul is already strutting towards the other kids, feeling like a king or a boss for bitch-slapping his own father.

This little fUqer!!!

Who does he think he is to act like this towards Jimin iN FRONT OF OTHER PEOPLE??

This is what happens when he lets his son spend too much alone time with his Uncle Jungkook and Uncle Taehyung.

But to be fair, Haneul is still Jimin’s son at the end of the day so…..like, maybe he shouldn’t be too surprised??

Yet, still, he truly cannot believe it.

All it took was 5 minutes and a rowdy set of friends, then his kid has grown up.

He apparently “doesn’t need him” anymore, according to the kid.

To think that Jimin got up early to make him those cute bento boxes. He even specifically made them look like various pokemons that Haneul fancies!

Wow. Just. WOW.

Excuse him, but he’s just gonna get in his car and crank up “Slipping Through My Fingers” by ABBA while he ugly sobs.

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Otou-Chan

Yuta Nakamoto x Reader (Y/N) Smut

(Chapter Twenty One)

Summary: 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐡𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐘𝐮𝐭𝐚’𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬.

Warning: Fluff, Sexual Fantasy, Teasing, Violence

Word Count: 3.3k

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21. Kintsukuroi

But that Friday became uneventful for Yuta since she woke up first and was already out of his house when he woke up. Really? Why is she always an early riser? Breakfast was left on the table and he did the only thing he can think of.

Taeyong was laughing when Yuta opened the door to his unit. "A bento box? Really, Yuta?" He teased, entering his house as if his own and proceed to the kitchen. "Doyoung is right. She got you in her fingers." 

The other raised an eyebrow at him. "She's my girlfriend. I'm supposed to take care of her." 

The man who was already fixing the ingredients shook his head. "She can take care of herself, Yuta." He reasoned out that made the other look at him, asking to elaborate. "You're pulling her to your world. Don't you think you're grooming her too much to fall in love with you?" 

"I'm not!" He revolted. "She likes me." 

The other shrugged. "Why is she living here anyway? Where are her parents?" Yuta sighed. Should he tell Taeyong? And why does he feel uncomfortable with the thought of bringing back (Y/N) to her dad? Where exactly is her dad? Her mom?

--

It was half an hour before lunchtime when Yuta parked outside of the publishing house. Jaehyun, who was informed by Taeyong, welcomed him by opening the door surprised that he was bringing in two bags full of things. "I'm glad you came here." He claimed that made the older confused. Why? Did something happen? "Can you calm your girlfriend down?" 

She was focused on her computer, biting her thumb. It was a habit he noticed whenever she's fidgety. She might be nervous. "What happened?" 

"Her work will be published today." That's a good thing. She said that it was approved. What is she so nervous about? "I'll bring the other foods inside." 

Yuta followed the younger's order. When he approached (Y/N)'s table, that's when he noticed that she's alone in their office. Where are her other co-workers? Inside? Why is she left alone? 

Maybe she really is that nervous that she was just scribbling on her drawing tablet, not noticing that he sat beside her. She was drawing him that made him chuckle. "You are so obsessed with me." He teased placing the bento box in front of her. 

"What are you doing here? Did Jaehyun call you? Don't you have work today?" 

She really is nervous. "It's my day off, I forgot to tell you last night." He took tempura from the bento box, feeding her using the chopstick. "Jaehyun didn't call me. I delivered lunch for you and your workmates." She was obviously surprised but cannot talk since she's munching on the batter covered shrimp which is really good, she might add. "Where are they?" 

She gulped before answering him, "Inside. Discussing my work." She glanced at the closed door and blinds. "Yuta, what if my work isn't fit for publishing? What if they realized that it wasn't good enough? What if…?" 

He held the back of her head, patting her to calm her down. "You said Johnny already accepted your work, right?" She nodded. "Then it will be fine. Maybe they're just teasing you." But she shook her head. It's work, they wouldn't do that. "I believe in you, (Y/N). You should believe in yourself as well." 

The girl had to breathe hard at that. Yuta is right, she can just try again next time. "Can you stay for a little bit? Until they're done with the meeting? Please." 

Yuta smiled. "I have nowhere I want to go but here." He tapped on the bento box. "Now, eat. Or do you want me to feed you?" She shook her head, taking the chopsticks to feed herself. The guy would ask her to feed him as well in between bites that made her giggle. Yuta had a really peculiar way of bringing up her mood. 

She wasn't even finished with her rice when the door opened. Jungwoo was skipping outside, congratulating her and thanking Yuta for the food. Ten followed, smiling widely at her. "(Y/N)," Johnny called, peeking from inside the office. "It's already posted. You can check on it." He congratulated her but his words didn't register in her mind.

Yuta quickly fished out his phone, typing the publishing's website on his search engine to check on it. Before it can load, he felt her head on his shoulder. "Why am I so nervous?" She mumbled that made him chuckle. 

He rubbed her back, kissing the top of her head. "You're doing great, my love." He whispered that Jungwoo overheard, making the other smile. The website loaded and Yuta clicked on the first panel, chuckling to himself. "You are really obsessed of me."

(Y/N) had to prevent herself from crying. That is her work, published on the company's site. A risque romance about a CEO and a secretary. A story with her name written on the bottom of the first page. Her first real story. She's a manhwa illustrator now. A dream she thought she cannot make. It's all happening in front of her now. Is this even real? She's not dreaming, right?

"You already have a hundred readers," Jungwoo noted and Yuta nodded. She felt overwhelmed all of a sudden. Although it's a small number compared to Ten and Jungwoo's works, that is huge for her who was just starting. "This is promising, (Y/N). You have to work harder now." And she nodded, her eyes getting mistier as time passed. 

"You have to treat your model with something expensive." Ten teased. 

Yuta watched as she turned to look at him, smiling with tear-stained eyes. She looked really happy. Really beautiful. An image he wanted to etch in his mind. He wanted to see her like this every day, wanted her to be happy all her life. He wanted to protect that smile to see it for the rest of his life. "Are you happy?" (Y/N) nodded, whispering 'very'. "Then that's all that matters." 

Jungwoo looked at Ten and he mirrored the same expression as his. (Y/N) is with the right person now.

--

Jaehyun kept on forcing Yuta to come with them and have drinks but he kept on saying that they should just go and celebrate. "You just want to celebrate alone with her." The younger teased that made Yuta smile. When he asked if he should just pick up (Y/N), Jungwoo asked his permission if she could stay with him since he's missing Lucas. Yuta had to smile at himself when he realized that (Y/N) had to make up a story that Lucas is here in Korea just to stay with him. Well, he's not mad. It's the opposite actually. And he doesn't dislike the idea of her living with him. 

While driving back to his apartment, he pondered for a way to make her live with him. Should he change the apartment's interior? Or maybe he'll buy a house for them to live in together? It must be nice to live with her. Sleeping and waking up next to her, eating breakfast that she cooked, even going home with her welcoming him with a warm hug.

Maybe he really should buy a house. It will be hard for kids to go up and down the elevator. A child-friendly home with a large yard where he can play soccer with his son or even do gardening with his daughter. A spacious living room where the little ones can run as long as they like. He smiled at how warm it was then shook his head. You shouldn't count the chicks until the eggs are hatched. She should ask her to live with him first. 

And that came sooner as he expected. 

Yuta was surprised when the doorbell rang while he's doing paperwork for the presentation tomorrow. Her appearance by the doorway surprised him even further. Shouldn't she be at Jungwoo's place now? Why is she here? But who is he to revolt anyway?

(Y/N) is really red and he wanted to ask how she came here. Did Jaehyun drive her? Did she take the cab? She should have just called him. But she went straight to the bathroom, leaving her bag and jacket scattered in the living room. She's really drunk. 

A glass of water can be seen from the doorway of the bathroom when (Y/N) flushed the vomit from the bowl. She drank the contents of the glass, watching as to how Yuta sat beside her on the toilet floor. "How much did you drink?" He asked but she shook her head just as another wave of vomit escaped her stomach. 

The guy held her hair in a ponytail in one hand, the other rubbing her back and letting her get out all the food she had eaten earlier. God, she wouldn't drink that much anymore. Yuta took the glass and ordered her to gargle some water and he'll just take another glass for her to drink, asking if she wanted some medicine or anything. "I'm fine. You'll smell like vomit, leave already."

He chuckled at that, kissing her forehead that made her push him. He'll reek of vomit if he kept staying inside the bathroom with her. "We'll probably do this soon. Think of it as practice." He stood up with a smug expression, smiling to himself in her confusion. 

The girl brushed her teeth twice to remove the smell from her then removed her blouse when Yuta came inside the bathroom. "Oh. Sorry. I'll get you some clothes." he said, disappearing after giving her the glass of water and some aspirins. 

He's still rummaging the closet when she entered the bedroom, lying on his bed without her blouse. "I'm not getting drunk like that again." He chuckled before throwing a shirt and sweatpants at her. "Otou-chan…" she called cutely. "Can you change me?" 

Yuta giggled at that. "You are such a baby." 

"I'm your baby," she mumbled as he sat next to her, asking her to sit up. "Do you want to do it?" she asked playfully as he expertly removed the hooks of her bra, removing it from her. "It's been so long, Yuta." 

He put on his shirt on her, kissing her forehead when the fabric passed her head. "I know. But you're drunk. You might regret it later." She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight that surprised Yuta. "Why?" 

Her heart is full of warmth. All because of him. This is it, the warmth she's been yearning for since she was young. The happiness she wanted to feel. The feeling of home. She's now at ease. She's now at home. 

Yuta is her home. 

"I like you so much," she whispered as tears fell from her eyes. "I don't have anything, I'm broken and I'm an annoying big giant whiny baby…" He smiled at that, how cute. "But please Yuta, stay with me." 

The guy had to smile. She's really something when she's drunk. He had been imagining it before, a way to ask her to live with him but here she is, saying those things to him. She's not actually a giant baby, come to think of it. How can she have the courage to say those things when he's so nervous? "I will, love." He wanted to be brave. To have courage like her in expressing himself. In expressing what he wants. "Let's get married, (Y/N)."

But she didn't look surprised. She didn't look happy or sad as well. For the first time, she looked so hard to read. Is it because of the alcohol? Or is it because he's too nervous about her decision? "It's too early for breakfast, Yuta." Then a smile appeared on her lips. "Let's wait for the right time to talk about this."

Of course. But her answer is comforting enough. She didn't say no.

--

Doyoung was surprised when Yuta went inside the office with (Y/N) beside him. He doesn't have anything against them with this dating thing but does he really have to bring her to work to show how cool he is? Yuta really changed. How can this determined man look so fragile now that he's in a relationship with someone? "The board room is ready for the presentation," he announced that made the CEO nod. "Do you need anything else?" 

Yuta glanced at the girl beside him then at Doyoung. "Can you call Taeil hyung?" he asked that made the other surprised. What is this about? "I need to talk to him." The younger guy nodded, already making his way outside the office.

"Thank you, Yuta," she whispered. "For doing this."

He nodded, kissed her forehead then grinned at her. "Anything for you, (Y/N)." He gestured to the computer on his desk. "You can use it while I'm in the meeting. I'll be back before Taeil hyung gets here. If you're hungry, just call for a delivery." She nodded. Is this the right thing to do?

That morning, she asked for Yuta's help in finding her dad. Although he had done traumatic things to her, he's still the only member of her small family left and she badly missed him. She wanted to tell him that her life is in order now, that she wanted him, still, to be part of her life. She wanted to ask for his blessing to marry Yuta, wanted him to walk her on the aisle of her wedding day. Wanted him to be one of the firsts to hold his grandkid. She just wanted to see if he's okay. 

Her nervousness lead to drawing an exact copy of Yuta's office on her drawing tablet. This can be a nice setting for her illustration. But how can a CEO and secretary have sex in this large office? What will happen if she becomes Yuta's secretary?

It was a cliché scene. The CEO being angry that the proposal he made got rejected by a multi-million dollar company that he started fucking his secretary on the oak table of his office. Too cliché, she thought. This will get rejected again, she's sure of that. 

But the image of Yuta fucking a girl, a blonde girl with a curvaceous body, on his desk can’t leave her mind. If she didn’t know him well, she might think that he’s a playboy who makes a girl scream due to amazing pleasure in his office. She giggled at that, Yuta can definitely do that with his stamina.

Like always, she was in her own world while doing her illustration. By the fourth panel, she felt someone sat beside her. Yuta was chuckling when she made a desperate attempt to hide what she was doing. "Is that supposed to be me?" he asked while laughing. "Is that your fantasy?" he asked, his arm wrapped around her waist while the other grazed on her thigh. "To be fucked on my office table?"

A whimper escaped her lips as his soft lips kept nibbling on the side of her neck. Her breathing became ragged as his hands move upward to touch her. "Yes." she breathed then moaned when one of his hands cupped her clothed breast. His other hand moved closer to her core, pushing the zipper of her jeans that it puts pressure on her clit. 

"I always think of you when I'm alone here in my office," he whispered then licked her earlobe that earned a soft purr from her. His fingers went to her clothed core, tracing the wetness from her underwear. "I want to fuck you in that window." 

The imagery of her naked in his office and being fucked deliciously by Yuta on that full glass window was the only thing running in her mind. Her breathing shallowed as she felt his hand inside her shirt, tracing her hardening nipple on top of her bra. His other hand massaged her clothed wetness that she jerked her hip up to create friction. "Yuta…" she called, clawing on the sofa. "I'm close…"

A knock on the door made Yuta stop and she whined at the loss of touch. God, she's near her climax but Yuta had to stop. And what the hell? Who might be knocking that disturb them? Once her breathing stabilized, Yuta gave her a breathtaking kiss that made her glare playfully. "Come in," he said while laughing at her annoyed state. 

Doyoung came into the office followed by someone else, this might be Taeil, (Y/N) thought. "Love, this is Moon Taeil, he's an investigator I met while working here." he introduced. The guy lend a hand to shake. "My girlfriend, (Y/N)." And the way he said those words made Doyoung smile. He's too comfortable addressing her as his girlfriend. 

He laid out pictures on the table that surprised the only girl in the room. She was just talking to Yuta about this earlier in the morning and now, here are pictures of where he is. This investigator is good, too good. "A psychiatric clinic in Gimhae." Yuta had to hold her hand to remind her that he's next to her as they listened to Taeil. "He was put in jail for stealing alcohol and assaulting an older woman." But why a psychiatry clinic? "He beat to death another prisoner so they decided to put him in a psychiatry clinic." 

"Beat to death? Did the prisoner die?" Yuta had to ask. Taeil shook his head and (Y/N) let go of the breath that she's holding on for too long. That's a relief. "Did you know why he almost killed someone?" 

Taeil looked at (Y/N) that confused Yuta. "His daughter." A choke escaped (Y/N)'s lips. The guy had to breathe hard before telling them the whole story. Apparently, the other prisoner kept on talking about his daughter and how they'll meet again when he gets out. The next thing the jail guards knew, her dad was choking his neck while saying that daughters are the worst. "He kept on whispering that he never killed his daughter, that he didn't do anything wrong so they had to put him in a psychiatric ward." 

(Y/N) hated that the investigator is too good that he even found out about that fact. Now, she doesn't know what to do with that information now. She knew he hated her, but not to the extent that he would think that she's dead. Does he really not want her in his life? 

--

She was just quiet the whole ride going home. "Do you want to see your dad?" He asked that made her look at him, funny he would ask that. “Or do you want to just go home…?”

“Bungeoppang,” she answered. “I want to eat bungeoppang.”

Yuta didn’t believe that food can comfort her in a time like this. But she seemed genuinely happy eating the fish-shaped buns that he was considering buying a store that sells bungeoppang just for her. How can a lovely girl, so adorable, like her, experience these hardships in life? She really doesn’t deserve this. She’s like a broken gem in his eyes and he wanted to pick up the broken pieces just to see her whole again even if it meant hurting him. “My kintsukuroi,” he mumbled, making her look at him. 

He tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear, smiling at her. “I want to marry you.” His elbow was on the table, his head propped on his hand while staring at her. “I’m going to give you so much love that you’ll grow sick of me.” The hand that was on her hair earlier, held her hand that was on top of the table, threading their fingers together. “I’m going to love you until death. Even if you cheat on me.” She giggled at that. Yuta and his words. 

“Why would I even cheat if I have you?” Yuta had to bite his lip to avoid smiling too much. God, he’s really in love with her.

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Chapter 20 / Chapter 22

[sinumaki]

HI BBY I finally have time to send you the event request! I want a matchup :)

fandom: jjk - haikyuu

preferred gender: male

love language: words of affirmation, physical touch and quality time.

personality/hobbies: I am very cheerful and sensitive, I like to joke around and tease others. my hobbies are cooking, learning languages, playing video games, watching anime and reading manga

ty love <33

I MATCH YOU WITH...

note. i got carried away w this one bc it was the only haikyuu req i got </3

☆ MASTERLIST

☆ — OIKAWA

before we start, i'd like to say that oikawa is a VERY clingy boyfriend.

he appreciates that all your love languages give him enough freedom to just be all over you.

words of affirmation? oikawa was ticking this box before you even started dating

always talks about how much he loves you!! oikawa's extremely popular (as we all know) but he'll make the point known to everyone that you're the only one he wants (needs)

expect tooru to just. fling himself on top of you.

volleyball is of course, one of his biggest passions - but when he sees you walk through the gym doors to visit him it's like he forgets he even plays volleyball

what do you mean he's in the middle of practice??? how can he focus on anyone or anything else but you right now???

cue lots of jealous glares from fangirls

always kissing and hugging you

his favourite spot to kiss is the top of your head, temple, neck and your hands!!

if you're ticklish in any of these spots - it only makes it better for him <3

if anyone's looking for either you or oikawa - they just have to look for one or the other considering there's a 99.9% chance his arms are going to stay permanently wrapped around your waist

is always looking to spend time with you

he constantly takes you out on dates to make up for any time lost because of his volleyball practices or events

(although the look he gives you after picking you out in a crowd at another volleyball match always makes it feel like you're there with him anyway)

he appreciates your cheerful nature - fits perfectly in with his afterall!

oikawa knows how to be sensitive to your feelings as well, if he ever says or does anything he doesn't mean that hurts your feelings, know that he will be on his hands and knees apologising (only for you)

doesn't mind your teasing (he's used to it from iwaizumi anyway) but will playfully pout and make you give him a kiss for 'hurting his feelings' (you didn't)

please cook for him!!

imagine the love in his eyes when you bring him a cute bento after a particularly tough match/practice - he feels like all of his energy has been restored just looking at the food

he'd love to learn languages with you too!! although he may get distracted by how pretty your accent and voice sounds speaking another language

oikawa's not into too much anime, but he's always down to have a cute rest in day with you and throw on some romance manga <3

© SINUMAKI 2022 — do not repost, plagiarise or translate my writing.

[twilightmalachite]

Tori Himemiya Sub Story - Sweet Temptation 1

Author: Yuuki Yoshino

Characters: Tori, Anzu

Translator: Mika Enstars

Proofers: Anonymous & meteorgreen

"…It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m the least talented member in fine."

Season: Spring

Location: Garden Space

Tori:……

(Okay, nobody’s around.)

(I didn’t wanna slip away from everyone else, but it’d be a drag if anyone... especially Yuzuru, saw me.)

(He always pesters me to know what I’m doing. If he found out that I was practicing on my own, he’d definitely ask me why I didn’t invite him along.)

(...It’s embarrassing to admit, but I’m the least talented member in fine.)

(Long hair is nothing but a lump of absurdity, but just as you’d expect from someone by Eichi-sama’s side, his talent stands out above the rest.)

Tori: (Yuzuru excels at everything he tries, too... I’m the only one who can’t keep up. I’ll end up making people take pity for fine or something.)

(I don’t want that! I want to be of use to Eichi-sama, too!)

(Someday, I’ll stand next to Eichi-sama! And to achieve that, I first have to practice lots and catch up with everyone else’s abilities!)

~...♪

(Uu~... I knew it, my dancing’s not quite there yet!)

(It’s fun, but I just can’t get the steps down right. I want to make them more firm—maybe I don’t have enough momentum?)

(Maybe if I made my movements sharper... No, as I thought, my posture and stuff are gonna fall apart without a mirror to keep track of how I’m moving.)

(The soundproof lesson rooms are mirrored and well equipped, maybe I should’ve gone practice there...)

(But if I were to rent one, I’d rather do it after school instead of during lunch break like this.)

(Anyway, let’s do as much as I can do before the students who are done with lunch start coming back~!)

...Huh?

(Oh no, I made eye contact with someone!)

(They definitely noticed me, what should I do?! Uu~... Can you pretend you didn’t see anything and keep walking?)

……

(Transfer student, why are you staring at me~?!)

(C’mon, take the hint and go away! I can’t focus with you here!)

(Uu~, stop, stop it! There’s no way I can practice if the transfer student’s here!)

(It’s not like you have something to do with me, so you really don’t have to call out to me, alright?)

Uwah, don’t pull on my clothes! You’re ruining them, you’re ruining them!

Even though you’re a commoner, you... No, it’s impudent for a filthy slave to touch a master so casually, you know?!

I mean, if you have business with me, then don’t just stare like that; call out to me, okay? And stop pulling on my clothes!

Huh? “Practicing on your own free time is really admirable”…?

D-Don’t be stupid! I wasn’t practicing all by myself!

What was I doing, then? D-Does it really matter? That’s none of your business!

I don’t have to explain everything to you, you know!

(Umm. Did I say a bit too much?)

(It looks like she saw everything, and I’m wearing the common uniform too. She’s not gonna buy it if I say I wasn’t training, but...)

(But, I can’t admit it no matter what. I’m the one and only Himemiya Tori! Things like working hard to catch up with everyone else don’t suit my image!)

Huh? Lunch? No, I haven’t eaten yet, but...?

Aah, you were planning to go eat at the cafeteria after this. That sounds nice, I’m jealous~. I have yet another of Yuzuru’s bland bento boxes today.

The bentos he makes just don’t tickle my fancy, y’know?

I’m a growing boy, so why can’t I eat yummier food~? Isn’t it this diet’s fault that my growth spurt won’t come?

Huh? “Do you want to come with”?

But I have Yuzuru’s bento box...

He throws a fit if I don’t eat it, you know. And then, the next day, he fills it with only stuff that I hate. He’s a demon!

And if I complain, he starts giving me another lecture about how he’s doing it aaall for my sake... Ugh, at this point I don’t even know who’s the servant and who’s the master anymore.

“Can I help”? Ehh, you’re willing to eat my bento for me?

Fufu, what a useful slave! Honestly, that really helps. Today was gonna be yet another flavorless bento, and it’s basically a chore to eat, you know~?

Ehehe, I wonder what should I eat today~

The hamburg steak you gave me that one time was pretty yummy, but it looked like there were a lot of other different meals, too.

Looks like today’s gonna be so much better than I expected...☆

[chrisjake-cp]

Article Translation

Even though a translation is probably already out there, I translated the ETtoday article with the ChrisJake interview of 19 April 2019 into English. My heart! They are super cute and flirty, but some things also made my heart hurt a bit, ngl.

Picture credit of course also by ETtoday.

Interview | Wu Chengyang (Chris) outrageously flirts with Xu Junhao (Jake)  - Taking a picture together they almost kiss - Managers shocked "Stand a bit further away from each other"

Author/interviewer: Li Xingrong 14 April 2019

Jake and Chris play the roles of a criminal police officer and a mob gang boss respectively in the BL drama <Trapped>. While investigating the same case, they go from not getting along at all to falling in love with each other. From the moment Chris opens his mouth, he flirts with Jake. "He's really so handsome, so you better prepare, because you will automatically fall in love with him." This causes Jake to not know whether to laugh or cry. He calls out: "He's always like this, he flirts with me me all the time!" [literally: in every corner of my life]

Jake had a secret crush on Cao Yanhao (Yen Tsao) in <Close Your Eyes Before It's Dark>, and thus is no stranger to shooting male-male love parts. It was Chris' first time shooting a BL drama; he thought bed scenes and kissing scenes would be challenging.

But after shooting started he discovered that the real challenge was to conceal his angry or sad expressions. "My character needed to be calm and composed, and even if I was throwing a raging fit I couldn't show it. The same with falling in love with him (Jake), it's obvious [Tang Yi] likes him but I couldn't reveal it too much." And this is similar to his own personality: "I can ugly cry while watching a movie, the kind of crying that gets embarrassing when the lights turn back on."

Even though it's the first time that Chris and Jake are working together, the two, born on the same day and month, have excellent chemistry. Laughing, Chris recalls the first time they met each other. "That day I was really tired. We were already shooting the boxing scenes from <Da San Yuan> for two days, and I was tired and dizzy. When I saw him (Jake) at the auditions, I remember saying, hey, this guy is pretty cute, but why does he have a head full of golden hair to play a police officer? Is that even right?" Jake stood on the side, amused, and explained that it was his hairstyle from a previous drama he was in. After dying it back he instantly felt back in place again.  

As if they have known each other for a long time, Chris and Jake shared a lot of stories about the filming process and couldn't stop talking about it. They praise each other but they will still make fun of each other too.  Chris looks at Jake with an expression full of love, and even when taking pictures he is/they are very committed. They gave the photographer ample 'love poses', among which one where their faces were nearly glued together, almost on the verge of kissing, which caused both their managers to break out in a cold sweat, saying 'they should stand apart a bit'.(1)

Maybe it’s because they share the same birthday, but Chris revealed that when he played scenes with Jake, he had a kind of feeling as if he was falling in love with himself. "He (Jake) acted out [Shaofei's] stubbornness very well, and gave me a lot of feelings. In order to be on his best efforts towards me, it felt like a reaction I would have when meeting a person I like in real life."(2)

To measure up, Jake's next words wetted the appetite of the audience when he said "we were only worried about whether or not they'd be able to broadcast it." Hearing this, Chris laughed and said "Basically there was almost nothing left to expose [literally: there was no dew point, but this is apparently a slang of exposing nipples and/or genitals], we did what we had to do."

Starting when he was shooting his previous movie <Da San Yuan>, Chris, in order to maintain his figure and to look good in front of a camera, reduced his body fat from 14 to 8%. Joining the <Trapped> cast, he trained on a daily basis during shooting, and he started his diet. "I couldn't eat the cast and crew's bentos/lunches. I only ate vegetables and meat."

Jake feels that this pressure/burden was undescribably big. He reports that in the early stages of shooting, when they were training in martial arts, the staff ordered roast chicken for dinner one day. "In the end, the two of us received a plate of salad, of which the dressing had been removed. We thought it was a hint that we had to lose weight." (3)

Also because the drama has many fight scenes, and the styles of fighting of the police and the mob are different, the two are not careless in practicing their hand and foot movements. Often they were shooting until their hands were full of bruises. Simultaneously fighting each other and protecting each other was both a physical and mental test.

Even though they shot a male-male love show, it all returns to the essence of love; [the show is about] wanting to protect the other person, about showing tolerance for the other's feelings, regardless of gender. When watching the trailer, both Jake and Chris' eyes unconsciously turned red-rimmed [they became teary-eyed], as if those on the screen were not them, but Meng Shaofei and Tang Yi. (4)

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(1) This may have given rise to the rumours of their managers keeping their apart because they caught feelings. 

(2) Okay this is a typical Chinese vague sentence, omitting subjects and other words that might make it easier for me to translate this. Native people, feel free to help out! I believe Chris is saying that playing with Jake made him really fall in love with Jake a bit 😋

(3) I hate this!! It makes me so angry. Like, honestly! Having a fat percentage of 8% is really low, that’s basically an athlete’s body! There’s this other interview which I can’t locate immediately where Chris is like “the cast ordered fried chicken wings and sweet potatoes, and I would just sniff the food a bit.” Then there’s him saying he was going to ‘enjoy’ the kissing scene with the whipped cream because it tasted sweet, and eating their dessert on the Hong Kong date. It’s all very telling. For heaven’s sake, let the man eat. 😒 This kind of restrictive dieting is how eating disorders are developed, honestly. 

(4) I think they started crying because they were so invested in Shaofei and Tang Yi’s story, forgetting it was them portraying the characters. ❤

By the way, these pictures were shot on the same day as this press conference, where they just shamelessly continued their flirting. You gotta love these two.

[ko-fanatic]

Blood, Guts and Chocolate Cake (Part 3)

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Danganronpa

Pairings: IshiMondo

Summary: Breakfast before the show, and Mondo realising he loves Taka's music if it's live. Still, there's something too close to a disturbing premonition burning under Mondo's skin, and the idol's comments, actions and frame just make it worse. Something's going on with him...

TW: Alcohol, and eating disorders (both restrictive behaviours and B/P), mentions of disability, underage sex/sexualisation, drugs

Other parts: Part one | Part two

Kiyotaka did not, in fact, get to finish his allotted miles. 

Mondo, in his defense, had attempted to continue, but after another mile his lungs had given up on him. Taka was so concerned, hearing his wheezing breaths, that he’d gotten him to spill about being asthmatic. The idol then promptly freaked out, calling a taxi to take them back to the hotel and insisting that he’ll keep his workouts to a gym setting in future.

He could tell Taka was upset - he might be callous, but he wasn’t stupid. Still, the kid said he was just antsy, nothing to worry about. Excess energy he hadn’t had the chance to burn off.

After a while of sitting on the couch, watching the TV that was way bigger than it had any right to be, he wasn’t actively dying anymore. Therefore, Taka saw it fit to leave him for a bit as he pottered around, doing idol things. He could hear Taka practising one of his songs in the bathroom as he performed his ludicrously long skin care routine. 

Honestly, he was more focussed on Taka’s singing than the shitty sitcom on TV. He’d heard the polished, studio versions - who hadn’t? - but this was something else. Fuck autotune, for sure; Taka’s voice was beautiful, crisp as a bell and perfectly trained. But rather than the polished version, Taka added more vocal tricks and a generally interesting style to the song that he’d never heard before. 

If there was more of that in his official audios, Mondo would’ve been an avid fan by now. 

“And if you got a little more time, baby let me hold your hand in mine,” The idol sang as he strolled into the kitchenette, opening the fridge and retrieving an apple, “Drink you up like the finest wine, lick you off my lips before showtime -”

“Whoa,” He whistled lowly, unable to help himself, “Those lyrics aren’t very ‘sweet boy next door’.”

“Oh,” Taka blinked, seemingly just remembering he wasn’t the only one in the room, “That was actually my original version, before it was reviewed. Too lewd for the image, I guess.”

“Or they didn’t want a bunch of tweens bustin’ their first nut in public,” He chuckled, Taka’s nose scrunching in disgust. 

“Ew,” He huffed, retrieving an apple from the fridge and starting to cut it up, “I’d rather not think about that.”

He just smirked, not bothering to turn back to the mindless crap on TV, just watching as Taka prepared his breakfast. He was about as meticulous about cutting up that apple as he was his choreography; while anyone would cut an apple into segments (barring bento making), Taka halved and cored it before cubing the frankly pathetic slivers of fruit he was left with. 

The cubes were small, almost diced, and quickly scraped into a bowl like they'd burn Taka if they so much as brushed the pale, thin skin of his hands. Then, a bottle of lemon juice was procured, sprinkled on the un-diced half of the apple before it was wrapped in cellophane and sealed in a Tupperware box. Just watching the methodical, practiced actions had Mondo raising an eyebrow; Taka sealed that half apple away like some corny Hollywood curse. Like it would come back for one final scare if he didn't get rid of it.

He expected another fruit to be taken from the fridge, making up a small fruit salad, or for bread to be put in the toaster. Hell, he'd be cool with the promise of Starbucks or McDonald's on the way to the venue, but no. 

Taka sat next to him on the sofa, chopsticks in hand as he daintily picked at the meagre portion he'd given himself. His frown only deepened when he saw just how little it amounted to, barely obstructing the bottom of the bowl from view. It hardly counted as an apple, looking far more like peelings you’d throw in the garbage than an actual meal. 

“That it?” He asked, gesturing to the ‘meal’ as Taka placed a particularly small cube into his mouth. 

“What do you mean?” The idol asked, raising an eyebrow, “It’s my breakfast.”

“Yeah, no shit Sherlock,” He grumbled, “I mean, ‘wow, kid, you eat less than a fuckin’ bird, go get some more’.”

“Half an apple is perfectly fine,” Taka defended, putting down his chopsticks to properly argue with him. It made a pang go off in Mondo’s chest, especially as his eye was drawn to the small bowl, resting on Taka’s thin thigh. 

Most people’s thighs pool when sitting; flesh, whether be muscle or fat, generally molds under pressure. However, there was still that oh-so-lauded gap between the boy’s thighs, hardly more than bone. It made him… uncomfortable. Like seeing a cancer patient on their final days; only Taka wasn’t dying, ashen complexion notwithstanding. 

“Yeah, no, it’s not,” He spoke bluntly, no preamble, “You did a three mile run, and you’ll be in rehearsals all day. Half an apple’s not going to keep you going.”

The idol rolled his eyes, muttering something about how his run should have been five miles, and picked up the chopsticks once more. He seemed to just push the fruit around his plate, however, instead of bringing piece after piece to his lips like he had before. 

“What -?”

“Lost my appetite,” Taka shrugged, standing on those tiny, boney legs once more, “I’ll have something later.”

Mondo didn’t comment, not wanting to upset Taka more than he, apparently, already had. He simply watched as the peelings got scraped into the bin with the rest of the apple, hardly eaten. Maybe the equivalent of a couple bites. 

He didn’t say anything, considering he’d already put the kid off his food. He’d make a note of it, but he mainly put it up to nerves for tonight; big venue, and didn’t they say that stage fright was an important part of this shit? 

“Looking forward to the show?” Taka asked as he washed up his bowl, chopsticks and knife. 

“Honestly, yeah,” He nodded, kicking his feet up onto the coffee table, lounging around like he owned the place, “I’m not a huge fan of pop, but what you were singing now was cool. Guess I like live music better than studio versions.”

“Honestly, that’s completely valid,” Taka smiled, “I prefer doing my own thing, with no editing to slow me down…”

---

Mondo was having the time of his fucking life! Taka wasn’t kidding about editing slowing him down, the guy was a beast on stage. 

The stage lighting pounded down on the idol, refracting off the metallic accents of his costume and catching the beads of sweat at his temple. Two hours of jumping around, dancing, singing, and playing his guitar, and he showed no signs of slowing. The adrenalin was high, and it vibrated through Taka, the crowds, the stadium itself and straight through Mondo himself. 

If he was a cheesier person, he’d say it was like he could feel Taka’s own heartbeat through the music, resting in his chest next to his own. But he wasn’t that sappy. Nope. Not at all.

He certainly wasn’t prepared for Taka to remove the prince-like, white jacket to reveal the costume underneath. A crisp button-up was par for the course, but the leather harness buckled around his torso made the simple look jaw dropping. Finale outfit, he’d heard one of the costumers mention, but he hadn’t been paying attention at the time. 

The leather looked so perfect wrapped around his thin body, and Mondo was screaming. Internally, thankfully, but this was going to be his end. 

The song wasn’t long at all, maybe a couple minutes. Like a vast majority of Taka’s “approved” songs, it was about love; albeit darker. A couple heavily veiled allusions to bondage, both in the fun and not-so-fun senses, a feeling of wanting to pull away but being far too in love to do what was healthy. 

The crowd just ate it up, even if it gave Mondo an odd feeling… Foreboding, perhaps? Some sort of anxious buzzing under his skin, like a premonition, but no basis in anything he could actually pinpoint. It wasn’t like he could see Taka’s eyes, or anything like that. Maybe a slight tremor in the voice, but fuck, the kid had literally been singing for hours. 

After the final guitar riff, and a couple breaths, Taka grabbed one of his water bottles off the front of the stage, not even hesitating to dump it all over his head. The screaming from the crowd managed to increase tenfold, and he was pretty sure the whole stadium was enjoying the view of that white shirt turning translucent and clinging so enticingly.

“Thank you and goodnight!” He cheered, stage lights going out and allowing Taka to walk off stage with minimal awkwardness. 

“That…” Mondo began, Taka holding up a finger as they disconnected his mic, making sure none of the sounds backstage got broadcasted and ruined any spell the audience was under. 

“Sorry I had to interrupt you,” Taka apologised, so sweetly sincere, “You were saying?”

“Just… That was incredible…” He breathed, still slack jawed from the rush of the concert, “You… I…”

“Articulate,” Taka smirked, hand on hip as he sauntered off to get changed, before he would exit and be swarmed with both eager fans and paparazzi alike. 

Mondo was smiling, heart still hammering, until his attention was brought to what was visible beneath the sodden fabric. 

Ribs.

[secondhand-trash]

A/N: words cannot described how entertained I was when I was writing this...

Warning: suggestive themes

Word count: 1888

(click here to see more of Osamu’s bento)

(taglist in the notes, please go to the link in my bio or send me an ask to be added to the bento taglist uwu)

-

Previously...

You were so determined to tell him everything as it was, but you immediately didn’t have the heart to do it when you were met with his round eyes fixed on you.

You had it coming…

“Yeah,” you said, “we are going through this real big project right now and everyone is on edge.”

He took your hand and pressed it against his cheek. You smiled as he leaned into your touch, caressing his jaw with your thumb. He was lucky that he’s cute, you thought to yourself, silently deciding that maybe you would try to be a little bit more openminded the next time he turned your lunch into a meme canvas.

“Then I should try to bring you some excitement with your bento then! Something that both taste good and can motivate you visually!”

-

You might have deliberately left out that the true reason to your exasperation was the fact that your brain was squeezed dry after playing a game of edible pictionary under Osamu’s drive, but you didn’t exactly lied about anything either. There was really a big project your department was undergoing and it was pushing everyone’s mental well-being to the edge. Your friend, the one who sat at the cubicle opposite to yours, nearly had a meltdown in the office the other day because the drafts of a powerpoint was printed in greyscale instead of in colour. The head of the department, a middle aged man who looked like a round department store mascot and never raises his voice, was heard sobbing in his office after getting off a conference call with the management board. Needless to say, you had been walking on eggshells in every waking minute and you felt like you had aged by years just from theses few days.

The only bit of joy you had in the office was the short 30 minutes you were mercifully given each day to fuel your body with food so you could continue to be tortured by work. Osamu kept his promise with changing up what was in your bento every single day with no repeats. Making count of what you had seen in your bento had become part of your daily routine. You had gotten several different pepes, a few cat memes and some very ambiguous looking faces (most of which you assumed to be him). You were hesitant to accept his new hobby of using your lunch as a creative outlet but now you appreciate it to no end.

Slamming the door shut, you placed your palm flat on the wall and sighed as the soreness in all the muscles you did not know was in your body started getting worse and worse.

God could give you 48 hours in a day and it still wouldn’t be enough.

“I’m home...” you muttered, kicking your shoes to the side as you limped into the living room.

Osamu appeared from the doorway and took your bag from your hand. You groaned at the weight that was finally off of your shoulder, rolling your neck to feel each joint cracking. He caught you in his arms swiftly when you latched onto him, putting all your weight on him as you allow your tired legs the rest they needed.

“Urgh...” your voice came out as an inaudible noise as you groaned into his chest, rubbing your face against the fabric of his shirt. He let your bag fell onto the ground with a chuckle, wrapping his arms around you as he felt you sinking deeper into his embrace, “if it goes on like this I’m not going to live to see tomorrow’s sunrise..."

You whined as he rubbed soothing circles on your back, the warmth reaching from his palm to your body. You felt your limbs slowly reviving under his touch, his hand trailing from your back to your shoulder blades then down your spine again. You could feel the rumbling from his chest as he spoke, his voice low by your ear and his breath ticking your neck, “Do you need me to give you some motivation?”

A sound that resembled a choked moan slipped from your lips when his hand pressed down at a particularly stiff spot on your back, “Please do.”

The corner of his lips curled up at your breathy reply. Brushing your hair away with his finger, he dipped down to the sensitive skin of your exposed neck.

“Can you make nanban chicken for tomorrow’s bento?”

He froze in place at your request. Ah, you had taken his suggestion towards a completely different direction. He thought that he sounded pretty sexy when he was whispering in your ear but perhaps the suggestive tone lacing his words went lost in your tired brain.

He bite back the sigh that was threatening to leak out, “Of course.”

-

Osamu didn’t try to initiate anything again the next couple of days, mostly because you came back looking like your soul had flown away from your body every single night that he felt bad for even thinking about doing anything that might tire you out even more. Was it bad that the thought of not being able to do anything actually made him even needier? Perhaps. But it had been a while and quite a while since you had done anything intimate and being a normal young man with normal needs, he felt like the even the slightest bit of skinship he could get from you was setting off something indescribable in him. 

Like right now, on the long weekend that he had been looking forward to every day for the past week, he swore he would combust if you shifted around next to him for just one more time on your couch that felt particularly crowded today.

You smelt so nice, he silently thought to himself as he buried his nose in your hair, and your skin was so warm. Your body fit against his perfectly, each sharp corner and soft bump molded together like the world created you two to fit with each other like this.

This was good, and all he needed was a slight push...

His arm around your waist tightened and his hand started wandering to the side of your thigh, "You know, it’s been a while since we... you know...”

He tried his hardest to not press against you when you pushed your hips back as you turned around to face him, “Hm?”

“And I miss you...” his voice was dripping with honey as his lips ghosted over where your ear connected to your neck.

You grinned, feeling the way he got more and more handsy all over you, “Is that so?”

Osamu felt his chest swelling when you didn’t push him away, “Uhm.”

Your hand was on his toned chest as you slowly sat up and he couldn’t help but let out a heavy breath in anticipation when you inched towards him.

He nearly lost balance and fell off the couch when the doorbell rang.

He wanted to scream when you perked up, snapping towards the door in excitement, “Oh it must be my parcel!”

A million different curses in all the languages he didn’t know he knew ran through his head as you leaped out of his arms, leaving his hand hanging in the air as you hopped over to the door.

His eyes followed your frame like a puppy who got kicked to the side as you, not sparing him a glance, happily walked into your room with the card box in your hand.

Running his hand down his face, he let out a muffled groan as his plan was spoiled. Throwing his head back in frustration, he felt the dread building up inside of him when he felt the familiar stuffiness in his pants.

Oh. Oh hello.

Not that you were aware, but he had gotten rather familiar with the shower and its temperature settings the past week and as he once again shivered under the cold water that rained on his head like a waterfall, he contemplated the possibility of being drowned in a cold shower.

-

Your hand was shaking as you moved the mouse so that the arrow on the screen hovered over the send button.

Was this all? Was there anything you needed to add? You paused, your mind in a state of blank before your finger bounced against the key. You stared while the page buffered, before it returned to your mailbox.

You blinked, processing this sudden overwhelming feeling that was the fact that there was nothing you needed to do anymore.

It’s over. The earlier hollowness caught up to you in the form of thundering joy and trumpets going off in your head. You finished up everything.

You could not help the little squeal that you let out as you stretched your arms wide, rolling your shoulders bac to reward them for carrying you through. Clasping your hand together, you almost felt like humming when you saw that it was just in time for lunch.

You could not be in a better mood. Your work was done and you managed to get it cleared out before lunch. How long had it been since you last had the leisure to really savour your food instead of gulping it down to squeeze out more time? 

You paused when you opened the lid of the bento, tilting your head to the side as you took in the very oddly shaped onigiri that was sitting in the center.

Hm- oh? Oh.

You scrambled to shut the box up with flailing hands when you realised what it actually was, looking around in panic to check if anyone had seen what was inside just then. 

What the fuck? What the actual fuck? 

What was he thinking? Your chest was pounding and your face was steaming with embarrassment at the very visual representation of the last thing that was safe for being shown in the office. How the hell would he think that this was a good idea?

Sliding your lower body off your chair, you carefully lifted up the corner of the lid so that you could peak inside to confirm your suspicion.

For fuck sake.

You attracted the bewildered gaze of a few concerned colleagues when you flopped down onto your desk, hiding your burning face on the cold surface to calm down your mind that was going haywire from what you have noticed in addition to the what you had figured out earlier.

That dummy did not model it after his own...

-

You were not sure if you wanted to be angry or amused when Osamu gingerly, but also a bit anticipatingly poked his head out from the doorway to observe you from afar when you came home that night.

All that was left was for him to have a tall to wag behind him when he stared at you with his round eyes like he wanted to say something but was also too scared to bring it up.

“Samu.”

He immediately stood up straight, “Yes?”

“I’ll give you 10 seconds to explain yourself.”

He blinked, his eyes skittering around the room before focusing back on you, “Was it not obvious enough?”

You found yourself unable to question his logic. Palming yourself, you did not know if laughing was the right reaction when he snuck up next to you and very awkwardly pulled you closer to him before resting his chin on your shoulder, looking up at you with a look that he deemed to be extremely irresistable.

Fine, he looked kind of cute.

You wanted to smack him when he very eagerly latched onto you when you turned to face him, his hands being everything but well-behaved as he leaned over to kiss you square on the lips.

His eyes widened when you put your hand on his face right when he was almost touching you.

“Should I worry about you doing that again?”

He shook his head frantically, looking at you from behind his bangs with a pleading look.

You laughed, before moving your hand away and let him close the distance between your lips.

[candychronicles]

Sugar // K. Bakugou

A/N: this is my quick little BNHA Sanctuary secret santa present for the absolutely amazing @bnhabadass​ ! so happy to have gotten you and love you lots!!

CHARACTER PAIRING: Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

WORD COUNT: 1,057 

WARNINGS: nothing, just mildly angsty fluff

SYNOPSIS: holiday’s can be hard without your boyfriend around but Bakugou makes sure to take care of you no matter what stands in the way. 

Christmas was typically a stressful time: there was present buying, spending time with friends and family, cooking, constant cleaning, dealing with unpredictable weather, last minute changes and constant anxiety on trying to make the night perfect. you had only wished you were dealing with those issues, but instead you sat there, twiddling the threads bare on a blanket you had made for your darling boyfriend who was nowhere to be seen, always having to save the city, always having to leave you alone yet again with your thoughts. you loved him, you truly did, more than you could describe, but holidays would always be a bit hard without him by your side.

it was nearly four am when the door opened, thudding footsteps echoing off your apartment walls, wincing as he ran into the end table that was always just a bit too long against the wall. 

“hey sugar,” a soft, grumbling voice whispered near your ear, warm breath fanning against your face as he placed a chaste kiss against your forehead.

you replied only with a murmur, too bleary to comprehend the fact that he was home yet. before you even had a chance to fully awake, you felt something plop into your lap, and then another, and another. 

“what’s this?” you questioned, shifting to sit up, the objects falling down around you. 

a soft click and the light was on as you squinted to adjust to the brightness that was now flooding your living room. you blinked once, twice, three times, trying to get the blurriness out of your eyes, before you realized that the objects thrown all around you were presents, wrapped up with colorful paper and sealed with pretty bows.

“you didn’t do this yourself, did you?”

“of course i did, you idiot,” he retorted, before sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck, “i had damn Deku help me with the wrapping though. don’t tell him i said anything though or i won’t hear the end of it.”

you giggled at that, clapping your hands before digging into the presents, not even waiting for him to say anything else. you pulled out scarves, new merch from his own personal collection, jewelry, that one odd kitchen utensil you’d been wanting for months but couldn’t justify buying, snacks, and a new pair of pretty little shoes, the perfect fit of course.

“it’s your turn now!” you declared, jumping off the couch and pushing him down towards it, running to your spare room, bringing out the pile of presents haphazardly as you avoided all the wrapping paper and objects scattered across the floor.

Bakugou only sighed and shook his head as you set your pile at his feet, gesturing wildly for him to start. he pulled out the first package, a seemingly small and insignificant package, only to realize once he opened it that it was a pair of socks with your face on them. 

“this is going to be an interesting night, isn’t it?”

it took twenty minutes of unwrapping and unboxing before he was done, filtering through clothes, the blanket you made for him in his hero colors, workout gear, new bento boxes for his work lunches and much more. once he was done, you sighed in content and threw yourself back against the couch into his now waiting arms, giggling as he tickled your sides as retaliation.

“thank you my love, i appreciate each and every present, but i hope you know you didn’t have to get me so many presents. I’m just happy your home in time for Christmas,” you confessed, looking up at him to see his eyes glazed over, thumbs absentmindedly rubbing against the palms of your hands. 

“and thank you for mine. i don’t know what i would do without you,” he admitted, “but there’s one more present.” he began shifting around to pull an envelope out of seemingly nowhere, handing it to you with an unusual soft smile.

you looked at him quizzically before opening the envelope, pulling out a folded sheet of paper and slowly opening it, your eyes scanning the page over and over again to make sure you were reading it right.

“we’re going on vacation?” you questioned in disbelief, whipping your head around to him.

“yeah, i figured it was about time i took a break, yeah? the city can survive one week without me, and if it can’t, i’ll kick Deku’s ass for letting it go to hell, so it’s a win win situation either way.”

you only continued to stare at him, blinking owlishly as your hands shook, tears slowly forming in your eyes and your lip wobbling dramatically.

“what the hell are you crying about? do you not like where i picked out? fuck, beaches, maybe you don’t like the sand, or the sun, or the water. oh god, you’re not scared of the water are you? baby, if a shark comes near you i’ll just blast it into the sky, you’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“Katsuki, you idiot, i’m crying because i’m happy and you know if you hurt a shark i would not stop crying about it,” you joked back, sniffling before throwing your whole entire body back onto his, clinging to him as if your life depended on it, which to be honest, it felt like it some days.

“i-i just, it’s so hard to be with you sometimes, and you know i’m not one to hide my feelings, and i am absolutely understanding about you and your job and i never would expect you to ever leave for me but, it means so much just knowing that you’d be willing to take just an hour off for lunch with me let alone a whole vacation on the beach. i don’t even care about the beach, i just get to spend time with you and that’s all that matters,” you rambled, hands beginning to flail around as you slowly let go of him, getting heated up and overwhelmed by your feelings.

a warm, large pair of hands covered your own, squeezing gently, placing a languid kiss upon your mouth, melting underneath his touch as your hands entwined.

“i’ll always make time for you, always,” he affirmed, cupping your cheek with his right hand, thumb stroking your tear stained cheek.

“Merry Christmas baby, here’s to now and forever.”

[happytsukki]

common sense

k. tsukishima

you were a fool. but only for tsukishima. (f! reader)

a/n: ive been reading the manga and chapters 370+ literally have me bawling, im so emotionally attached. also fun fact you cant get your drivers license in japan till you graduate high school,,big rip for (y/n) and her food.

someone with common sense would’ve ran home to avoid the predicted forecast. they would’ve enjoyed safely arriving home without getting a single drop of rain on their uniform. but you lacked common sense.

the steady beat of raindrops hitting the ground accompanied by a strong gust of wind greeted you as you exited the school. you stood waiting, a bright green umbrella painted with purple triceratops in one hand while you rocked back and forth on your heels.

“what are you still doing here?” a voice suddenly asked, snapping you out of your trance. looking up you locked eyes with tsukishima causing a champagne pink hue to creep onto your cheeks.

“oh, i-uh, knew you didn’t have an umbrella, so i figured i would wait for you and we could walk together,” you beamed. tsukishima rolled his eyes and adjusted his glasses, but you swore you could see the corners of his lips curl up.

you knew tsukishima. you knew he hated the rain and deep down, he appreciated your kind gesture even if he didn’t say it.

he grabbed the umbrella in your hand and opened it outside the safety of the building. he took two steps into the rain before turning around to realize you were still frozen on the steps of karasuno high. there you were, an idiot shivering from head to toe in the cold weather, yet you still had a smile painted across your face.

“are you gonna just stand there or are you actually coming?” he muttered, his eyebrows furrowing in slight confusion.

“coming!!” you cooed before running down the steps and practicing colliding with him as you pressed closer to him under the tiny umbrella. maybe you should’ve packed a bigger umbrella, but you definitely weren’t complaining.

you walked in unison, small drops falling onto your sweater as you could barely fit under the umbrella with the beanpole. you took notice of one hand tucked away in the warmth of his jacket and the other clutching the umbrella for the two of you. and with your warm gloves, you placed a hand over his.

“sorry, your hand seemed a little cold” you blurted out, slightly afraid he would take his hand away in disgust. but he didn’t, he let you hold his hand. you could finally release the breath you were holding and smiled. rainy days never felt good. the sky may have been dark and gloomy, but being with him felt as if it was another spring day, the sun beaming brightly and the birds chirping.

your walk consisted of asking tsukishima about his volleyball club season and him asking about your classes. you wanted to amuse him, to hear his laugh just once, so you told him the story of how you went to school thinking you math test only to find it was actually an english test, receiving a grade no higher than your age.

and miraculously, he laughed. it was subtle and quiet, but it took away your breath and made your heart race.

tsukishima halted, finally arriving at his home. he glanced up at the sky before catching it slowly transform from a color to a baby blue.

“it stopped raining—“ you cut him off midsentence, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him closer before you placed a quick peck on his lips.

“bye!” you shouted as you ran away. leaving poor tsukishima standing there, dumbfounded as to why his heart was beating so fast and why his knees turned into complete jelly.

you liked tsukishima. and luckily, he liked you too.

someone with common sense would’ve finished their homework and took advantage of a night free of worry. they would’ve enjoyed a full eight hours of sleep while dreams danced through their mind. but you lacked common sense.

the kitchen clock read 2:18, you were growing impatient waiting for cookies in the oven. before your crazy attempt to make lunches and treats for the entire karasuno team, you studied for your history test and finished a 10-page essay due the next day.

with your apron stained with all sorts of condiments and food, you glanced at the pile of bento boxes placed on your dining table. each decorated with a name of every player on karasuno’s mens volleyball club, of course including the cutest managers and best coaches.

the lunch box on top, reading my tsukki, my moon made with extra love and care for you boyfriend.

tomorrow was the miyagi prefectural qualifiers and as much as you wanted to be there, you had school. you longed to be in the crowds, screaming for tsukki and karasuno at the top of your lungs. so of course, you felt guilty for not being able to give your support. an alternative? food.

beep beep. the timer of the oven finally went off and you breathed a sigh of relief. you weren’t sure how long you could keep your eyelids open. your tiredness must’ve gotten to your head because without a second thought you opened the oven and reached for the scorching pan.

you spewed a variety of curses quietly in an attempt to not wake your parents, but the pain was intolerable. after taking the cookies out with the opposite hand, throwing them in a container and trying to type out ‘how to deal with burns’ with your pinky while one hand held ice (not a good idea) to the burn— you fell asleep on the couch.

not even 3 hours later, you woke up. oh the things i do for this boy. you shook your head, a smile creeping onto your face just thinking about him. you quickly throw on a hoodie and carefully place the food into a basket attached to your bike.

the sun had barely come up, just peeking from the horizon. it was way too early. riding your bike to karasuno while you rubbed your eyes constantly and yawned nonstop was a challenge. you almost tipped over several times. but once you arrived you were greeted by a horde of “hey it’s y/n!!” but the only thing you could really hear was “y/n what are you doing here?”

“well, good morning to you too, tsukki,” you chirped, taking the food out of your basket and carefully distributing it to everyone.

“wow y/n, you really didn’t have to do this.” daichi said. “but this does look amazing.” sugawara butt in, admiring the cute design. “y/n you’re the best, seriously!!” praised hinata, already shoving a small bite into his mouth for a quick ‘taste.’

when you handed tsukki his, confusion and worry came across his face. “but— look at you y/n. you look terrible.” he spat, reaching over to inspect your face. he titled your chin up and pulled your eyes wide.

“is that what you tell your girlfriend after she spent all night to make you lunch?” you pouted, slightly hurt from how he reacted.

“i think y/n looks pretty, like always.” yamaguchi gushed from afar.

“shut up yamaguchi.” “sorry tsukki!!”

“but you know thats not what i meant. i’m just worried about, you look like you haven’t sleep at all.” he shook his head.

“hey! technically i slept for 3 hours.” you argued, earning a signature tsukishima eye roll from the man himself.

“you’re an idiot, y/n. but thank you.” he muttered and placed a kiss on your forehead. suddenly, coach ukai cut in and yelled for everyone to get in the van. groaning, tsukki squeezed you into a hug.

“sorry i can’t be there, but win for me and i’ll be there next match. i promise” you pouted, adding an extra boost of encouragement for tsukishima. these days, you’d noticed how passionate he’d become about the sport and no words could describe your happiness over this.

after waving bye to the team and wishing them the best of luck, you stood alone in the parking lot. happy and excited for what was to come for the karasuno boys volleyball club. but stupid for thinking you could make it through the rest of your day on the mere 3 hours of sleep.

you were an idiot— a fool, perhaps.

someone might as well hand you a jester hat and shoes, bells included, of course. because you were a fool, for tsukishima kei only.

someone with common sense would’ve followed the sign saying “only players allowed on court.” they would’ve yelled praises of encouragement from the stands and just sent a text. but you lacked common sense.

as soon as you saw red liquid ooze from tsukishima’s hand, you hoped out of your seat and grabbed your belongings without hesitation. oh no. your heart sunk and before yachi could even try to calm you down you were already running.

past the crowds and down the stairs leading to the court. you sprinted towards the karasuno team, completely ignoring the officials yelling at you.

you gently pushed through tsukishima’s teammates and an angry expression reached your face once you met eyes with the boy.

“tsukishima kei, are you stupid?” you cursued at him. his face turns a slight pink as his teammates snicker at your typical girlfriend antics. meanwhile, several tournament officials walked over to check on tsukishima’s condition and kick you off the court since you weren’t a player. but you didn’t care. you took his hurt hand into yours, putting your face closer to examine the extent of his injury.

he winced in pain causing your anger to melt away. “you almost gave me a heart attack, you have no idea how worried i was up th-“ you blab on before tsukishima reassures you.

“y/n i’m still breathing, right? you care about me that much huh?” tsukishima smirked as he tried to hide the pain he felt in his right hand.

“okay lovebirds, why don’t you go to the medical office together and get it checked out? we’re going to need you back on the court, tsukishima.” coach ukai quickly sends the two of you away in hopes of him returning by the fifth set.

akiteru and yachi anxiously follow as you and tsukishima rush to the medical office. they wait outside and the doctor tells you two that only his pinky is discolated and the rest of his fingers are fine, so he can still return but he has to wait for the bleeding to stop. the doctor excuses himself to get more bandages, leaving the two of you alone.

you stand up from your seat to stand in front of tsukishima. his face is serious, clearly still fixated on the game still going on at the moment. you wanted to give him peace but you couldn’t hold in how proud you were.

you go on to explain how amazed you were. “and when you jumped up to block, i knew ushijima had no chance— then BOOM! his spike goes straight down into the floor. i think i broke yachi’s eardums with my screaming. not to mention how hot you looked out there like what the hell??” you gushed, making tsukishima smile amidst his pain.

he pulled you in closer and wrapped his long arms around your torso, tucking his face into the comfort of your neck. like muscle memory, your hand finds its way to his back and began to rub circles.

“you’re really sweaty, tsukki. its kinda gross.” you whisper into his hear making him click his tongue in response. but despite the perspiration dripping down his back, you honestly didn’t mind.

tsukishima pulls away, his eyes wander around your face. his breath hitching at your every feature, especially at how your eyes possessed a unique twinkle that didn’t just resemble stars but the entire galaxy. then he remembers the day he fell in love with you, that day you walked home together in the rain.

“god y/n, you’re crazy you know that, right? but i love you.” he chuckles. “i know.” you proudly state while you try to hide the fact that your heart was physically hurting from how fast it was beating. “and i-“ you sprinkle a dozen kisses all over tsukishima’s face. one for eveything you loved about him.” love you too, kei” you say before pressing your swollen lips against his.

“now go out there and beat shiratorizawa’s ass!”

and that’s exactly what he does.