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asapeveryday ¡ 5 months ago
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FANTASY - K.TOBIO
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Pairing: (time skip)Kageyama Tobio x Reader
Warnings: sexual fantasies :)
Summary: you’d had a crush on tobio through most of high school, he was your friend and he was cute, so it was only natural. When he sends you a ticket to his game on japan’s official team, that crush is reawakened in a far more mature way.
A/n: I’m gonna be spouting out sum haikyu stuff hopefully 🙏
RED IS A COLOUR you’re not quite accustomed to seeing him in.
It was only a year ago when he was adorned in the beloved navy and orange uniform, a bold number nine spread on his back where a new shiny number twenty now occupies.
Everyone changes in that first year after high school, but seeing Tobio again in person only makes it more apparent. His already broad shoulders have broadened, his arms as built as you remember if not more. His hair still short and sleek, a deep black that accentuates the blue abyss that is his eyes.
You can recall all the times you’d lost yourself, drowned in the sight of his face and his unwavering stare. Of course he never though much of it, dismissing your gaze as being zoned out. You were lucky he was so oblivious of his attractive appearance at that time, because you were nothing short of smitten.
You didn’t particularly care for volleyball unless he was playing. He has a way of engulfing everything in the game, you’ve never seen him so in tune with himself and his surroundings as you have on the court. You forgot how demanding his presence is, even on a team of amazing players he still drew attention.
The look on his face, eyes trained on the ball, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, eyebrow’s slightly furrowed, red fabric hugging his athletic body just right. It sends an embarrassing shiver through your body that you haven’t experienced since graduating from Karasuno.
It’s his turn to serve and his expression is focused as ever, posture alert and fingers spinning the ball with ease. You can’t help but lock your eyes onto his hands, toying with the volleyball as his chest expands and deflates with every fleeting breath.
The ball is in the air, and his palm makes contact powerful as a spark of electricity.
BAM.
The noise is terrifying, echoing through the whole stadium. the way the ball hits the other side of the court within bounds as Japan’s side of the stands erupt with screams of triumph is cinematic. You find yourself joining the yells of joy, smiling at the sight of Tobio loosening up, a slight smirk gracing his face as he nods at his teammates.
‘God.’ You think. ‘I feel like I’m a kid again, watching him play.’
When he sends another earthshaking serve across the court you can’t help but press your legs together. ‘No,’ you think again. ‘This is different. I feel different.’
He’s ready to really start playing now, jaw in the air and teeth bared into a dangerous grin that you just barely saw during high school. The way his arms flex with every pass, the way his fingers nimbly send the ball to his teammates or over the net, the way his toned thighs tense with every crouch to receive the ball. It just might send you over the edge, sparking thoughts that almost never graced your mind during your friendship with him.
You can see it; his hands caging you in as he hovers above you, careful not to lean his weight onto your body. You can imagine the sensation of his knee in between your legs as he tenderly kisses your lips. Tobio never cared for girls in high school, but you can imagine that a year of playing pro has widened his experience in various ways. Still, you can’t see the boy being rough with you, not when he’d sneak you notes in class or apologize for even touching you in the slightest.
Unless in one of his bad moods, you can see Kageyama Tobio being sweet. Though his length may touch places you could only dream of reaching, pumping in and out of you with the power and stamina he’s worked so hard for these past years, you know he’d kiss you like you were his first love, like he depends on the air you exhale.
“Missed you s’much.” He’d utter under against your neck, painting your skin pink and purple and his hips buck into your heat fervently. “I’ve wanted you for so long.” He’d say, and you’d mewl in response, wanting to tell him about how you longed for his focus on you since you were a first year in high school but unable to form the words.
Still, you’d like to imagine he’d know, that you wouldn’t have to tell him about how much you looked forward to his games, to staying back late after school and throwing balls for him and Hinata, to sitting with him at lunch and attempting to tutor him before giving up and going for a walk with him instead. You relished your conversations with the blue eyed boy, he was straight forward and honest. He knew exactly what he wanted out of his life at the time, and you secretly hoped you were included in that.
You couldn’t think of him this way back then, it felt wrong seeing as he trusted you so innocently as a friend and nothing more. Everything was different now. You can see it clear as day from your spot on the stands.
This Tobio, the one currently staring down a player on the opposite side of the net. He wouldn’t mind how the sight of his face coats your underwear with arousal, he wouldn’t care if you pressed yourself against him.
The thought of him spreading you open in that intricate nature of his, deep blue eyes staring up at you as his tongue explores between your legs, nipping at the soft flesh of your inner thighs before delving and devoting himself to your core.
When Kageyama committed to something, he did so to the fullest of his ability. Should he decide you’re worthy of climaxing at his hands, you’re sure he’d make sure it’s the best climax of your life.
You can’t help but bite your lip and pinch your thigh at the idea. It’s shameful how you’re staring at him straight on while fantasizing about cumming in his mouth or all over his dick, but it also adds a rush of adrenaline.
You finally shake the thoughts off when the final point is earned, Japan winning their first game of the Olympic Season. The stands erupt in celebration, you scream and laugh with the strangers by you as if you’re old friends. When your eyes part from the people seated beside you and find the court, you almost freeze at the sight that meets you.
He’s found you in the crowd, presumably remembering the exact ticket he bought you. Despite this newer, more adult version of Tobio initially shocking you, with one look at his face you know one thing hasn’t changed.
He’s still your friend, and his still thinks about you.
Tobio smiles almost nervously when your eyes lock on his, and he subtlety nods towards you. It’s enough to make your heart melt, and enough to fuel fantasies for a lifetime.
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wttcsms ¡ 6 months ago
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Feel free to elaborate on this or write a whole fic or never think about this again but- I feel like people make Kageyama out to be this heavily awkward guy with no social skills but I think he has the potential to just SNAP, especially in the bedroom if he’s being teased a tad overboard or is feeling possessive and jealous. Like he just screams to me rough and dominating in the bedroom—a quiet doer guy Thoughts?
no, because it's kind of easy to get tobio all riled up. you don't even mean to provoke him, honest! it's just an innocent, teasing remark:
"wow, miya was doing really great at practice today!”
kageyama is silent, but you notice the slight pause in his movements before he resumes taking off his sneakers and tossing his gym bag to the side. he had invited you to watch him practice with the rest of the olympic team, and of course, it's because of your presence that fucking atsumu would want to show off.
you love tobio with your whole heart; it’s why you’re wearing a ring he bought for you, why his last name is going to be yours, why you’re heading to the kitchen to get dinner heated up for him. you don’t mean anything by your comments because you’re confident that no one could possibly be replacing him on the starting lineup. you just want to show him that you’re being a good fiancée, attentive and interested in his career.
“i think everyone was hitting all of his sets perfectly. like, a bunch of guys on the team were raving about how easy and effortless it is when he sets. that’s good, right?”
tobio lets out an irritated sigh as he follows you to the kitchen. “i don’t wanna talk about it.”
you can be such a ditz, y'know? when tobio gives you that exasperated sigh, with his little annoyed expression on his face, the way he eats his dinner in silence �� you take it that maybe you've said the wrong thing, but you just don't know what. so you get to chatting up a storm to fill the silence, and somehow, it ends up with you reminding him of your high school days at seijoh. where you were a cheerleader.
where you cheered wholeheartedly for oikawa.
"you liked being a cheerleader?" you don't pick up on the sharpness of tobio's tone; you're just happy he's finally feeling up to speaking. so you give him an enthusiastic hum and nod, saying that you loved being on the cheer team and rooting for the volleyball team especially!!
and tobio isn't exactly a humble person. he likes hearing the noise of a crowd, a stadium full of people, chanting his name. it fills him with pride.
but a stadium full of fans screaming out "kageyama" is nothing compared to your little pleasure-provoked whines of tobio. you don't know what you did to set off your fiancĂŠ, only that the exhausted slump of his body after a grueling practice has disappeared. there's no way he's human; how could he possibly be fucking into you so deeply, so harshly, if he's supposed to be bone-tired?
tobio loves fucking in missionary. he loves the way he can admire your fucked out expression, how easy it is to plant kisses on your pouty lips and collarbone, how he can grab at your legs, make your calves burn with how he has you folded.
this is how you know he's upset. he's pounding into you with a vitriol-fueled vigor, and he's doing it from the back. you had let out a little yelp when he first demanded you get up from your chair, only to have him spin you 'round and bend you over the kitchen counter.
it's a bit painful; he's just so big, so long — he reaches places no one else has, has found all the spots that reduce you into a mushy, boneless, fucked out little mess.
"who does this cunt belong to?" he grunts out.
"it's yours! a-all yours, tobio. only yours!" it's so hard to speak when you're so close to cumming. he rewards your statement by rubbing rough circles against your clit, and the stimulation is enough to bring you to your release. you let out broken sobs as you cum, his thrusts becoming too much for your little sensitive pussy.
"sl-slow down, tobio, pleeease." but it's hard for him to take you seriously when you're clamping down on him like you don't want him to leave.
"thought i owned this little cunt, though? that's what you told me. are you lying?" he seems to pound into you even harder with every rhetorical question, thrusts getting angrier at the mere idea of you wanting anyone else to fuck you. "you're takin' my dick so well, though. are you just a whore, or are you my personal little slut?"
"yours, yours, yours." every time you say it, it comes out broken and hard to understand. you can't see him from this angle, can only admire the marble of the kitchen counter, but he's smiling.
"yeah? you're not oikawa's little slut?"
you shake your head, whimpering at the onslaught of pain and pleasure he's forcing onto you. "n-not oikawa's. not anyone else's." you let out a high-pitched moan as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. "e-especially not miya's."
"i'm the only one who gets to see you like this. i'm the only one who gets to fill up this sweet pussy." he relishes in the way you keep on moaning his name, your cute whines of tobio fading into background noise as he tilts his head back, lets his release flow right into you, making a mess out of your abused cunt.
right when you think he's worked out all of his frustrations, right when your body finally relaxes once more, you feel him biting down on your shoulder, sure to leave a mark on your precious skin. he starts rutting his hips once more, and you know that you've just provoked him to the point of no return.
you're not complaining, though.
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clawsdevour ¡ 1 month ago
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hq charas proposal + rings hcs
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wc: 0.6k content warning: all fluff!!, reader x all hq charas, not proofread
.⠀✶;..
-the type to believe in 'the bigger the diamond, the bigger the heart' as in their love for you. the really don't care about how it the ring may be perceived by others because they won't know how much they love you enough to find you the biggest diamond in store.
"okay.. um. OH MY GOD! i think i just saw a squirrel," while they point somewhere behind you, struggling to get onto one knee before you whip your head around to see the love of your life with one knee on the floor. "i lied there was no squirrel.. but i never lie about how much i love you, will you marry me?"
charas: hinata shoyo, bokuto koutaro, tanaka ryunosuke, nishinoya yu
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-the type to get you a diamond-encrusted ring.. hear me out okay. not the ugly tacky ones but a simple one where it's just tiny diamonds all over where you can wear it with every outfit. even though it's already encrusted with multiple diamonds.. they believe you're more than just that amount on the ring they proposed with.
"This ring may not seem like much when it comes to diamonds. But it somewhat expresses at least a quarter of my love for you. I promise to continue making you the happiest you'll ever be whenever we're together and add to the diamonds on your finger along the way. What do you say? Will you marry me?"
charas: osamu miya, daichi sawamura, oikawa tooru, atsumu miya
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-the type to propose to you with an elegant but extravagant ring that has three stone diamonds in the middle. they think that two more on the sides of the middle are better than just one and that it just matches how they saw you more. either way.. the way they perceive you doesn't change but the love and adoration they have for you which increases daily.
"love, ever since i met you that day. all i could see was you looking down at me from above as i slid a ring on your finger. all i could think about was how i wanted to be the best man you could ever have.. please, will you marry me?"
charas: kuroo tetsurou, yaku morisuke, sugawara koshi, iwaizumi hajime
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-the type to find a sleek and elegant ring to do more than one with a diamond. something about the easy-going and smooth design drew them in, similar to your promise rings when you first starting dated had nostalgia washing over them while they went shopping for your engagement rings.
"this might not look like much... well, that's because i wanted them to look like the rings we had when we first started dating. the promise rings were already like wedding rings. the spark of joy i felt when you wanted to match something so symbolic in a relationship had ideas of being bonded together for life running courses in my head. so why don't we get them permanently and.. get married?"
charas: kita shinsuke, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, akaashi keiji
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-the type to purchase a simple regular diamond ring.. however, a very valuable one that made their bank account gulp. either way, they still swiped that card because they know that the amount they're spending isn't even enough to match the amount of love they have in store for you.. or even your wedding night. everytime you'd question them how much they spent on your ring, they're definitely brushing it off.. never letting you know.....
"wow.. i don't even know what to say but marry me, please. since day one i couldn't take you off my mind. all i could ever think about was having a future with you in it, right next to me. please.. will you do the honors of marrying me?"
charas: sakusa kiyoomi, kenma kozume, suna rintarou, ushijima wakatoshi
masterlist here
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fum1ku ¡ 5 months ago
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hii ur writing is soo good !! can I request for kageyama, tsukishima, and akaashi with an s/o that's insecure of their acne. thankuu
S/O INSECURE ABOUT THEIR ACNE - HQ BOYS
ft. tobio kageyama, kei tsukishima, keiji akaashi
TOBIO: it takes him a while to even notice you’re insecure about it. so smart when it comes to volleyball, but so dense when it comes to you.
he found you in your shared bathroom—where you had been for what felt like the last hour. you grimaced as you looked at your face in the mirror, staring at the new breakout on your chin and the other scars scattered throughout your face.
“y/n?” he questioned.
your gaze stayed focused on the mirror and you applied some new acne cream you bought to the breakout. “yeah, tobio?”
too focused on your face, you didn’t notice he never said anything back. and he didn’t say anything for awhile, just stared at you. he only moved once he saw the tears that pricked at the corner of your eyes.
“hey, y/n, what’s wrong? talk to me, please.” his hands cupped your face and wiped away the tears that stained your cheeks.
“i just.. i’m tired of my stupid acne. it’s gross and i feel gross and i hate it and i’m just so done,” you sobbed.
“your.. acne?” he questioned.
“yes, tobio, my acne.”
“but you’re beautiful? that doesn’t change anything. having acne..” he paused, trying to find the best way to describe what he truly meant. “it doesn’t change that.”
he maybe have been dense, but he cared. and he always meant well.
KEI: even if he didn’t always express it, he really did love you—regardless of your insecurities. but he was attentive and he knew you better than you knew yourself.
“c’mon, kei, sit still! you’re making it drip everywhere!” you laughed. you were applying a face mask to your boyfriend’s face, matching yourself.
“this is disgusting, y/n. what was the point of this? to get rid of your acne? not worth it, dumbass.”
you kept quiet, still applying the remaining bit of the peel-off mask to his face.
“hey,” he started, turning your face to look at his. “it’s not that big of a deal, y’know? everyone has it at some point. just forget about it, okay?”
“okay,” you giggled, using your fingertips to scoop up the bit of the face mask that dripped down his cheek.
sure, from an outside perspective what he said wasn’t that comforting. but, to you, those words coming from kei meant the world.
KEIJI: he never openly acknowledged the fact that you were insecure about it. you both silently sat with the fact—knowing but never mentioning.
but, really, he was the best. he’d always agree to participate in any form of skincare you were onto this week or the next. he’d always distract you any time you were feeling a little insecure that day about your acne. and he always made sure you knew how much he loved you and how pretty he thought you were and how you were the only person you could ever want.
and even if to you that insecurity meant everything, to him it meant nothing because you were his and that’s all that ever mattered.
Š fum1ku 2024.
⁂ taglist: none at the moment !!
i just wanted to give a special thanks to whoever sent in this request! thanks for keeping me inspired;) and as always, my request box is always open!
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lowkeyremi ¡ 9 months ago
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Random haikyuu hcs bc im bored ft. mattsun, atsumu, iwa, tendou and kags
Matsukawa Issei definitely sits around looking at instagram posts with you, rating any and everyone.
"Hey stink, what do ya think about her?" He asks waiting for you to lift your head from your phone.
When you do, you're met with a picture of an elderly woman. "Bro... I am not rating somebody's grandma." You push his phone out of your face and he snorts out a laugh.
"I will, she's a ten in my book." A lazy smirk coats his lips and you smack him lightly.
"You're so annoying."
"You love it." He kisses your cheek.
Miya Atsumu will give you kisses to try and gain your attention. He's lonely without your eyes on him.
He goes for your neck this time, placing a small peck on it. When he realizes you haven't stopped looking at your textbook he tries again. Your faux blond boyfriend goes for a kiss on your jaw.
"Hm?" You finally respond.
"Look at me :((("
His pout turns upward when your cute fingers slowly close the big green textbook to give him your full attention.
"I'm looking."
"Good." His smile is so pretty. Sometimes it's hard to believe you're dating him.
Anytime you text Iwaizumi Hajime that you'll be joining him at the gym he'll use heavier weights to impress you.
"Wow Haji, are you sure that isn't heavy?" You ask watching him lift a sixty-five pound dumbbell in one hand. (idk how much guys like iwa usually lift in one hand so spare me) (i don't lift more than 25 lbs in my normal workouts 😭)
"Nah, these are what I usually use." And you find it cute that he thinks you don't notice the way his muscles strain when his arm pumps up and down and he tries to quiet his exhales.
"You don't have to impress me, baby. You're already impressive as is." He sighs in relief, dropping the dumbbell to the ground.
"I don't know who I thought I was fooling." He smiles at you.
Tendou Satori is always humming/singing a song you're thinking about.
"Tori! I was just thinking about that." He hears you gasp in shock and excitement. A cat-like smile expands on his face.
"Damn, I think we have couple telepathy." You'd never heard of that but it sound like Satori to make something like that up.
"Babe, I don't think that's a real thing."
"I made it up right now :D" How could you crush his spirit when he's so cute?
"Okay! Guess what I'm thinking!"
Last but not least, Kageyama Tobio sucks at card games because he's so easy to read.
He thinks he has the upper hand in Uno, but little does he know the mirror he's sitting in front of shows off his cards and you can see the wild card he has.
I mean, it was already obvious by the way he was smirking in a triumphant way. A proud huff escaping his lips.
So you decide to knock him down a few pegs and place your yellow skip down, his face immediately sours and he grunts.
"Uno!" You call out.
"Well good luck I'm sure you don't-"
You place down a draw four and he stops talking to look you dead in your face, "Uno out!" You giggle when he throws the cards down.
"Tch. I hate card games." He says getting up.
"Well maybe, keep your facial expressions in check, baby. You're easy to read like a kid's book." (hehe see what i did there? tendou dub line :3)
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silverflqmes ¡ 9 months ago
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heey, i really loved your writing!! could you write a fluff where kageyama has a crush on seijouh's manager and doesn't know how to approach because of certain people (oikawa and kindaichi lol) ?
sorry if something is spelled wrong, I'm using the translator 😞❤️
lovee from Brazil!
໒⦂ 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄.
notes. first song that came to mind^ by taylor swift ( ofc ) but anyway.. hello anon! much love to you in brazil<3 i hope this drabble is too your liking, not very confident in my take on kageyama but we cope.
genre. fluff ( kinda clichĂŠ.. )
tobio kageyama x gn!reader.
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tobio wasn’t exactly what many would call, in tune with their feelings. in fact, he sucked at expressing what he felt. so much, that any emotions could easily be compared to crashing waves.
feelings surface and take the skies to great heights, only come crashing down and return to the expanse of water.
though it wasn’t completely his fault. many factors prevented him from expressing himself in a normal and understandable way. this time around, it was two students from his old junior high that stood in the way — yuutaro kindaichi, and no surprise here — tooru oikawa.. whom he didn’t have the best relationship with.
and what exactly were they blocking him from? well, his feelings towards you.
once upon a time ago, you had also attended kitagawa daiichi and have been kageyama’s crush for as long as could remember. no one could compare to you no matter how many times he tried to disregard his feelings.
now that you attended aoba johsai, he feared he might never get to tell you of his sentiments towards you.
the one opportunity he had to speak with you was during the practice match early into the school year, and at the singular opportunity he received to approach you, when he didn’t just feel like a face in a crowd.. kageyama became completely tongue tied.
like a fool he choked on his words before spouting a pathetic excuse of a greeting once kindaichi had arrived with kunimi to pull you away from him.
now, he was met with a new opportunity.. one that featured no aoba johsai, no court and zero volleyball — just the two of you, and the beach.
the raven haired setter had come with his sister for the day, saying to him that he had needed sun and a break from his cherished sport. the odds of you showing up were zero, and yet, here he was.. proven wrong once more.
miwa, upon seeing you playing blissfully in the water with a friend you had brought down to the beach with you, had of course nagged her younger brother, urging that it was fate. how often was it that you showed up to the beach at the same time as your crush without that knowledge, anyway?
still, the first year had refused to approach you. how could he when you were having so much fun? you’d freeze up completely if you had to hear another failed attempt at a confession.
despite being so close to him, you felt so far away for him. out of his league, out of reach.. and it terrified him to take those few steps in approaching you. who was to say you wanted him anyway if he spoke up? for all he knew someone else was in the picture.
there was just too much at risk, and he wasn’t sure if he was ready to hear your rejection.
“tobio.. you’re gonna lose her completely with the rate you’re going at.” his older sister sighed out, draining her bottle of coke. “nobody’s here to stop or make you feel judged in any way. and i can tell you right now,” she paused, pushing her sunglasses up a bit. “you’re not getting a better opportunity than this one.”
his lips pursed together as he stole another glance at you before looking at the emptied glass bottle in his hand. “it’s pointless trying, onee-san. she came here to enjoy herself and relax — not witness an embarrassment of a confession, if i even get one out.” the words would be completely jumbled, so much that it was sure to sound illiterate. like a baby trying to get their first word out.
he wondered if he could just get his feelings across without standing there to tell you. if he could do it that way, surely the confession would get across, and it won’t have cost him his dignity.
the elder eyed the younger for a moment before letting out a hum. “if this was volleyball, surely you’d have found a way around this by now.” she spoke up before laying back in her beach chair. “facing defeat has made you too comfortable, tobio.”
his lips parted to throw back a retort before, wanting to defend what little pride he had left, but his thoughts failed him when they couldn’t form into a sentence. miwa was right, painful as it was to admit. he gave up way too easily, all because of vulnerability.
his gaze lingered on the glass in his hand for a little while longer, the sea beyond twinkling in the distant horizon.
and just like that, an idea struck him. “nee-san, do you have a paper and pen i can borrow?”
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“i’m telling you hana-chan, every conversation we’ve had just ends up in word vomit when he addresses me — considering yuutaro-kun and oikawa-senpai always intervene..” you sighed out to your friend from johzenji, pursing your lips together. “i feel bad each time we talk because of it.”
the brunette lowered her sunglasses to her face, letting out a hum. “volleyball boys do tend to hold onto their grudges, otherwise they’d be more like my team.. and they’re certainly a draining bunch.” it was like hosting a kid’s birthday party everyday when it came down to managing. “maybe you should try contacting him outside of volleyball?” she suggested, sipping on her smoothie.
your lips pursed together. “i probably should, he was a really good guy back in junior high.. despite what everyone says about his behavior with volleyball.” an awkward laugh seemed to have left your lips at the memories. “but i miss having him in my life, i just don’t know if he feels the same way..”
“what’s that?” the manager spoke up, sitting upright.
raising a brow, you turned to look at your friend. “i said i don’t know if he feels the same way..”
“no no.” misaki shook her head, pointing to the shore. “that, over there.” she corrected, lifting her shades.
you blinked at her finger, following its direction before narrowing your eyes to see what she had been referring to. the sun wasn’t quite helping your vision, in fact- whatever it was, the sun reflected it in a way that made you get up to go look for yourself.
if someone threw trash into the sea with garbage bins scattered all around the beach to maintain the cleanliness, you were seriously going to throw hands.
as you approached the shallow water, you kneeled to pick up the discarded bottle, wondering who on earth couldn’t just get off their ass and throw away a coke bottle.
but as you got a better look, you found a paper inside. at first glance it might have been a wrapper for a straw, however it wasn’t crumbled up like trash. rather — it was rolled up.
part of you thought you might have found the krabby patty secret formula somehow by its appearance. glass bottle and a note? a child would have surely thought similarly and opened it to see.
and like a kid.. curiosity got the better of you.
twisting off the cap, you flipped the bottle over to shake the letter out, eager to see what you might find. maybe even treasure — although that was farfetched.. even for you.
unraveling the message, however, you found none of the things you anticipated. in fact, you were met with very the last scenario that could have possibly crossed your mind.
dear y/n,
um.. i’m no good with words, but uh, you probably noticed that the last few times we saw each other. and i have no hope that whatever i say will be any better here.. especially with limited space, but i’m hoping that i can put my feelings into words a little easier without my pride getting in the way, awkward meetings, or our old schoolmates.
i like you, a lot.. and i have for a really long time now — since kitagawa daiichi. but i’ve just, had a hard time bringing those feelings across to you, so i never got the chance, especially when we go to different schools.
just feels like the universe doesn’t want me with you every time i try to speak up, so i decided to write them instead, hoping they get to you in this message.
if you don’t feel the same, i understand- i just hope we can remain friends, and that i haven’t made things even more awkward than they already were between us.
yours sincerely,
tobio kageyama.
shock painted your features as you read the name nine more times, scanned the contents of the letter before looking behind you.
tobio was somewhere on the beach and you hadn’t even seen him. he could have made an approach as well, but his fears, you guessed, of rejection.. told him not to.
finally, as your eyes were ready to give up the search, a sliver of blueberry caught your gaze. bingo.
“y/n?? where are you-”
“one minute, i think i saw someone i know!” you quickly intercepted hana, rising from your crouched position to run a few umbrellas down.
there was one with a duo underneath that resembled one another, and if your memory served you correctly — that was tobio and his older sister. miwa, if your memory hadn’t failed you.
the setter seemed to be his own world for a moment, filing his nails as part of his routine. even outside of the court, he still had to maintain his habits.
“tobio, i’m off to get us more drinks.” the female spoke up after looking up, smiling to herself. “be right back~”
kageyama let out a noise of agreement, only lifting his head a smidge to nod before pausing when he noticed a figure across from him — your figure.
either you just noticed him, or you had actually received the haphazard message in the bottle he had sent. and by the looks of it, it had been the latter.
“y/n..” he breathed out, lowering the filer in his hand as he watched you approach him.
the butterflies from every occasion he had encountered you this past year seemed to have returned to his stomach. was this what hinata felt before every match..?
“tobio-kun, it’s been awhile.” you smiled a little, letting out a sheepish laugh. “surprised to find you here, it almost feels like fate.. except no distractions this time for us to finally put everything out on the table.”
his heart seemed to accelerate with pace, the nerves increasing almost tenfold. rejection, he could just sense it coming. “um, well.. i already said how i feel, considering you got the letter.” he spoke up, eyeing the emptied beverage in your hands.
at his reasoning, you lifted the bottle before humming. “true, but i didn’t actually hear it from you. for all i know it could have been something of your sister’s doing.”
tobio, blushing profusely, nearly found himself barking back a response — a frequent habit of his. but as he eyed your expecting gaze, he faltered, lowering his head in defeat.
“how will i know if by saying it, i won’t just end up being made into a fool..?” he mumbled, pursing his lips together.
as you took a step closer, you gave him a knowing stare. “let me do you a better one, how are you so sure i’ll make you into a fool? you’re aware of your feelings.” you paused before pointing to yourself. “but you’re not aware of mine, it seems.”
his lips parted to retort before he froze up. “wait- your feelings? you..”
a smile returned to your lips as you sat beside him. “i like you, tobio-kun. are the feelings i read true?” you asked him, tilting your head curiously.
the color on his cheeks seemed to darken as he avoided your intent gaze for a moment before nodding. “they’re as i wrote them.. i really do like you, y/n — and i meant every word i said.. i was just scared you might’ve felt.. differently.”
“well,” you grabbed his hand, grinning brightly. “rest assured the feelings are mutual at long last!”
notes. sorry this is rushed and written in like 7382393939 different sittings.. hoping i was able to fulfill your request somewhat?? idk how in character he is.. but anyway, ty for the request anon and sorry for the very long wait ahaha.. please enjoy!
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emmyrosee ¡ 9 days ago
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Kageyama my man the love of my life (just don't tell Atsumu you know?)
He's so emotionally constipated my poor baby, and even if he navigates through his feelings a bit better when he's older it's… Still difficult, nevertheless he finds ways to share how he's head over heels for you. We know he's not the best at words when he hasn't had the time to think about it (if you give him a day or two he comes with some non intentional poetic stuff)….So I feel his way to express affection is through actions
He's your personal nail saloon artist, he's a bit wonky with the edges on that painting department but he uses the nail file with precision. It's also like he has magic hands or something cuz your nails never break after he starts taking care of them
What else? I feel he talks on his sleep, or at least mumbles. Not canon in what we see on the whole series but he has so many thoughts going on his head he HAS to let something out while he sleeps
Also, big hands, his hands are ridiculously large and calloused like you can't imagine….but they are incredibly gentle when they hold your face or when you feel him caressing your cheeks at night. Totally related I feel he's the type to wait for you to fall asleep so he can stare at you
Won't cry at your wedding, but you feel his gaze on you the whole celebration and it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy
Tone deaf, I'm sorry but I feel he just sings with the same intonation he speaks (still joins you on karaoke and enjoys screaming when there's rock or something like that)
Knows shit ton of hair and skin care products…. Courtesy of Miwa
And I have more but like, I have my headcanons and fantasies all over the place I might come back to share them later 🥲
I. Want to eat him alive. This is so cute.
Kageyama is so emotionally constrained that if you do something nice for him, or even simply say “I love you” he’ll just pull you in for a kiss on the cheek or a small, shy smile. But sure enough, when your head is on his shoulder, eyes focused on the tv, it’s so much easier for him to whisper a soft “I love you” while he copies your stare at the television.
His nail techniques go so hard it’s crazy. He’s got all the oils to make them strong, he files them to the perfect length and style (even though he’s best at squared filing) to make them easy to use in every day life. He typically denies your requests for him to paint your nails, but sometimes, he gives in to those sweet puppy eyes and gives you a few coat of paint. Just please don’t tease him about flooding your cuticles, because he’s trying his best to learn for you.
HE SO DOES TALK IN HIS SLEEP, rambling about nonsense sometimes, then forming coherent conversations in others. One time, he grabbed by the shirt collar and yanked you close, whispering in your ear a fully verbalized “I’m pretty sure Sailor Mercury is in our basement. Or someone else. I don’t know.” You were awake all night hoping, begging, praying, that it was sailor Mercury and he didn’t see someone downstairs- and when you ask him about his dream, he shrugs and said he didn’t have one. LIKE BROTHER HUH??
BIG HANDS BIG HANDS BIG HANDS MAKE BRAIN GO BRRRRRRRR BECause imagine like when you’re just laying on your sides, looking at each other in the most love you’ve ever felt, and all he can do is bring a big hand to gently cup your cheek, thumb softly stroking the delicate skin of your under eyes. Your lids just barely flutter at the tickly feeling, and you nuzzle into the warmth of his palm, pressing a kiss to the calloused heel of his hand. He doesn’t say or do anything, barely even smile, as his blue eyes glaze over your face adoringly. Even until your own eyes grow heavy, you feel his on you, grounding you and keeping you safe.
AND TOBIO IS NOT A BIG CRIER BUT he feels things so deeply, you basically see his brain buffer, cogs turning as his eyes glimmer and shine as he gazes at you. You know his mind is flooded with you, your future, your life together, and he feels so excited to spend every moment he can with you. He can’t wait to marry you 🥺🩷
KAGEYAMA TOBIO HAS NO SENSE OF SOUND, WE LOVE HIM SO MUCH. He cant whisper, he cant sing, he’s only able to do so when he doesn’t think about it, he just has one solid tone as he tries to sing with you in the car. But he will belt out songs with you regardless, he wants to make you happy, even if he can’t sing to save your life.
GRRRRRRR I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ TOBIO MY SWEETHEART 🥺🩷
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kitashousewife ¡ 1 year ago
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“are you listening?”
kageyama snaps to attention. your voice feels distant and echoey even though you’re right in front of him in his own kitchen.
“yes, sorry. tomorrow, practice gym 2, at 11 am.”
“at 10 am,” you sigh, giving the setter in front of you a good look. “is everything okay?”
honestly, no, everything is not okay.
“yeah, ‘m fine.”
about a month ago, kageyama was beginning to feel the effects of his intense schedule. multiple practices, appointments with the trainers, travel dates, and flights on top of everything else got to be too much. the last straw was when kageyama nearly missed a flight, begging the crew to let him on.
ushijima recommended he get a manager once he sat down.
“you seem tense,” you slip your laptop into your bag and grab the other things you had laying around on kageyama’s counter for your planning meeting. again, he says nothing.
just stares.
he almost wishes he never got a manager, because it’s causing problems.
he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.
you’re absolutely the most beautiful person he’s ever met, with the prettiest eyes and the softest voice. you treat him so kindly, always patient with him when he’s upset, and calming him down when he’s stressed out.
“i feel tense, yeah.” he shuffles to his couch, flopping down on it and stretching out.
“well if you sit with that posture then yeah, you’ll be tense,” you tease, and he rolls his eyes. “would you like me to schedule a massage for you?”
“my body feels fine,” he avoids eye contact, staring at the moving blades of the ceiling fan.
you sigh. kageyama is a great boss, just a little scatterbrained. you’ve found that in moments like these it’s best to let him be.
“well i better get going. i’ll see you tomorrow tobio.”
the next day is busy; practice in the morning, a session with his personal trainer, helping out at a charity event in the city, and then heading back to the gym for a quick team meeting. by the time kageyama stumbled out of the locker room, hair wet from the shower, it’s 9 pm.
he huffs, rifling through his bag for his car keys when he swears he hears your voice.
“he’s a great boss, he makes my job easy,”
you’re standing near the exit with a woman kageyama doesn’t recognize. but the way you two are standing, it seems like you know each other. you turn your body slightly, and he jumps behind the wall to not get caught.
“i bet it’s easy working for someone as handsome as him, right?”
you let out a nervous laugh. kageyama peeks around the corner likens child, which is tough to do when you’re over six feet tall.
“y-yeah! he’s pretty good looking,”
his heart is racing. there’s a long pause. he assumes you two must have walked away, so he begins to head towards the exit.
“you like him! i knew it!”
“shut up! don’t say-“
you freeze as your eyes meet the man of the hour, copying your expression a few feet in front of you. you blink at each other for a moment, and kageyama’s cheeks turn pink. your friend scuttled off without another word.
“tobio! you should head home, i bet you’re tired!” you smile, flustered and cheeks hot.
“hungry,” he walks with you towards the door. you raise an eyebrow.
“what?”
he unlocks his car, back turned to you so that you don’t see how red he is, and so that hopefully you don’t hear how his voice shakes.
“want to get dinner with me?”
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yogurtkags ¡ 1 month ago
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❝ DELICATE ❞ — kageyama tobio
cw: gn!reader, fluff, depictions of eczema/skin issues, insecurity, hurt/comfort, established relationship, extremely self-indulgent | wc: 507
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it’s so itchy.
the sensation of your nails dragging against the bumpy and dry flaking skin scratching an itch like no other, the satisfaction of peeling a scab so great until it stings. and bleeds. and then all of a sudden showering hurts—
“i can hear you scratching.” tobio calls out from the kitchen as he walks out with a tall glass of water and a bowl of berries, setting it down on the coffee table and sinking down on the plush couch next to you.
your hand pauses in it's movements for barely a minute before going back to it's bad habit, words dragging out in a whine when you hear him let out a tch in disapproval, "i can't help it."
“i know, but you gotta stop it.” he chides, grabbing your hand and lacing your fingers together, thumb rubbing soothing circles to distract you and effectively put a stop to your scratching. "picking at it isn't going to make it better."
hands still clasped together, he leans off to the side and blindly pats around the side table, feeling around for the small tube of healing ointment sitting in the black ceramic cat trinket dish (obviously you picked it out, saying it looked just like him).
coming back to you, he wraps his arm around your frame and pulls you closer, squeezing a pea sized amount of ointment on his fingertip and gently spreading it across your broken skin, raw and red from your incessant assault. it’s your fault really for letting it get this bad, but you hiss at the sting anyway, never quite getting used to the burn no matter how many times this has happened.
it’s always been something you struggle with, not just the itch but also accepting the way the patches looked. it’s ugly, and discoloured, the splotches unsightly, and seeing it in the mirror everyday comes with a matching frown. exposing the affected skin doesn’t come easy for you, avoiding it as much as possible and hiding it behind a layer of fabric where you can, but some materials make it itch even more, feeling helpless and insecure as you bare it to the world.
“almost done.” he mumbles, catching you stare off dejectedly from the corner of his eye.
tobio doesn’t need to pay a penny for your thoughts to know you’re feeling down about it again, your silence says a lot. you’ve been together long enough that he can mostly tell what you’re thinking from just your body language and facial expressions, you’ve always been an open book and wore your heart on your sleeve around him after all. he learned to pick up on your cues and subtleties with time, the same way you’ve slowly softened his edges.
a lingering kiss to your temple leads you out of the dense forest of your thoughts like a light in the darkness, his fingers gently holding your chin up to look into his softened, doting eyes.
“i love every part of you.”
and don’t you forget it.
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notes. the self insert is inserting, i literally had a mini flare up and was scratching at my ezcema while writing this
Š yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.
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koushuwu ¡ 1 year ago
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kiss me slowly
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pairing: kageyama tobio x reader
word count: 1,9k
summary: tobio has been in love with you, his older sisters best friend for years. after all these years, he's feelings are strong as ever when he comes back home to japan during the holidays, and mistress luck turns out to be smiling upon him.
tags/cw: fluff, kisses, best friends younger brother!kageyama tobio, mutual pining, not beta read, also not edited we die like neji. bare with me, i'm concussed and wrote this thing on paper before hastily typing it in here.
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the first time kageyama kissed you, he might have sworn he could’ve passed out right then and there. maybe he already had. maybe he’d passed away and ascended to heaven. that was probably it, because your lips against his felt like nothing short of his own personal heaven.
kageyama tobio had loved you from afar for years upon years, but he’d never known how to convey these feelings to you. it was a wondrous feeling. intoxicating. but it also hurt. it ached so deep and heavy in his chest that when he was younger, he’d sometimes wished he’d never met you at all. wished that his sister had picked a different best friend.
as he grew older, those wishes seized. although he would sometimes still wonder if it’d been easier. better. if he’d never known you. as if that choice had ever been his to make. he did wonder, but after moving to italy in pursuit of his volleyball career, those thoughts subsided, along with the memories of you.
that was at least what tobio though, but then came around the first holidays where held been able to travel back to japan, since joining ali roma. they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. it wasn’t a saying that tobio had ever really given any thought. at all. but then he crossed the threshold of his childhood home, removed his shoes in the genkan, stepped inside, and there you were. he knew that miwa was going to be home as well. for some reason though, despite knowing that you and his sister were still very much attached by the hip, he hadn’t expected to see you standing right there. in his kitchen. smiling. at him. and talking. to him. shit. you were talking to him.
“— grown so much! welcome home!” and as you rounded the table and pulled him into a hug, all he could muster was one single breathless word.
“… yeah.”
when you pulled back, he thought for a spilt second that you lingered, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read. but then you were already stepping back towards the kitchen counter and he must’ve imagined it. he must’ve. but he knew that he hadn’t imagined the way his heart hammered in his chest and his palms got clammy.
“still quite the talker, hm?” you chirped. “i’m preparing snacks for miwa and i. you want any?” okay. so maybe his feelings had never really subsided after all. instead, they’d been buried deep inside, during a time where he hadn’t been faced with these feelings and the subject of them, close to every single day.
throughout tobio’s time back in japan, things only got worse. or maybe they got better? tobio had no way of knowing at the time, how the ache is his chest would soon be soothed. all that he knew was that you hung out with miwa on the daily, and seeing you that often was both a blessing and a curse. more often than not, you and miwa would insisted that he joined. that he watched movies with the two of you. had drinks with the two of you. spent time with the two of you, interrogated about his life in italy. and he did. because as much as it hurt, he still wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could. be as close as he could. but in doing so, tobio found it harder and harder not to think about you. he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t. but the thoughts and the desires kept intruding on his brain and he knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop.
gradually, you started spending even more time at the house, even when miwa wasn’t home. some foolish part of tobio’s brain couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you came around for him. couldn’t help but hope that that was the case.
on that particular day, he almost convinced himself when you knocked on the door to his room. almost.
tobio was splayed out on his bed, tossing a volleyball into the air. over and over. toss. catch. toss. catch. toss. catch. it helped him focus. helped him remember the feeling against his fingertips. even more so, it helped him keep himself together in your presence.
“where’s miwa?” he asked, eyes trained on the ball. as if he wasn’t the one living under the same roof as her. as if you were the most likely to know. but truly, mostly because whenever he talked to you, his brain went blank. completely and utterly, and his tongue desperately tried to compensate, which always turned to questions like that.
“out. probably still at work, i think,” you said, shrugging. toss. catch. that made sense. toss. catch. 
“oh. yeah.” toss. catch. toss.
“i can go if you’d rather be alone.” catch.
“no i–” his tossing halted for a moment as he looked at you. “stay,” he said. he didn’t want you to leave. he lowered his arms, ball still perched on the tips of his fingers. he wanted you to stay. and he wanted you to keep smiling at him like that. and you did.
“alright,” you said, leaning back in the chair you’d occupied since you’d come into his childhood room. there’s a short pause, but you never stop smiling as you look into his eyes. he wants to look away. he doesn’t want to look away. ever. “italy sounds magical,” you then said. he nodded but didn’t say anything, tongue tying on knots as he took you in. “does it ever get lonely all the way over there?”
“I–” that was unexpected. he thought it over for a moment. tossed the ball back into the air, and caught it as gravity did it’s thing, pulling it back down. “hm. maybe sometimes.”
“you know, if you’re lonely, miwa and i would love to come visit.” did you know how his heart hammered in his chest? did you realize how much he wanted you to visit him? did you have any idea just how much he wanted you, and just you? toss. catch. toss. catch. “tobio.”
“hm?” he hummed. toss. catch.
“if you don’t stop tossing that ball while i’m talking to you, i’m going to steal it.” toss. catch. he stopped again. looked over at you. hadn’t even realized when he’d looked away. when he’d started tossing the ball again. it just happened.
“sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.
“if you don’t want me to come, that’s fine btw. you don’t have to–”
“no.” he didn’t mean to be so stumped in his answers. but he couldn’t help it. his brain was spinning with the thought of you in his apartment in italy. you in his kitchen. you in his living room. on his couch. in his bed. he shook his head. toss. catch. “i would love that.” toss. catch. toss. catch. you moved beside him. his gaze flicked to you, the moment the ball was in the air. the split second before you were on him.
“told you i’d steal it!” you exclaimed, pouncing to snatch the ball out of the air. tobio had no idea what happened next. or more like, he didn’t know how it happen. one moment you were going for the ball, the next you were falling. you were falling. onto his bed. onto him. panicked, he reached to catch you as you crashed against him. the ball smacked against the wall as tobio’s large hand had slapped it out of the way in his attempt to break your fall. which he had. with his body. 
“oompf.”
it was quiet for a moment, except for the volleyball bouncing on the floor a couple of times before it continued it’s adventure, rolling until it came to a halt against the opposite wall.
“i’m sorry,” you said lifting yourself up on your elbows. “are you okay?” you didn’t move to sit up. you didn’t. maybe because tobio’s hands were splayed out over your spine. or maybe you just didn’t want to. you looked into his eyes, the air around you seemingly growing heavier by the minute.
“i’m okay,” he said. the silence stretched. he should probably say something. he should let go of you. he should ask you to get up. he should. he should. he should. but he didn’t. he didn’t, because he didn’t want to.
“are you going to kiss me?” you asked, the question hanging in the air, charged. he wanted to. his lungs felt completely void of air. he couldn’t. he shouldn’t. he wanted to. so badly.
“no.”
“i’m sorry.” you pull back when the rejection leaves his lips, but his hold around you tightens. he doesn’t want to hold you back. he really doesn’t. but he can’t let you go. not when– you look away and his chest aches again. more than it’s ever done before. “it’s okay. of course you don’t want to. i’m sorry!” for being so forward. for making it awkward. for falling on you, for assuming– tobio heard all the things you didn’t say in that one single apology. 
“it’s not that i don’t want to–”
“it’s fine,” you blurted out, cutting him off. the muscle in his jaw ticks. he can feel it. he doesn’t mean it. but you’re misunderstanding him and he never hated his poor communication skills more than he did that very moment. “you don’t have to explain.” he brushes his knuckles against your jaw before his palm settled on your cheek, turning your head back to face him.
“i want to,” he said. “you have no idea how much i want to. how long i’ve– but i know that i won’t want to stop if i do.”
“okay,” you said. it was quiet for another moment as you looked at each other. “okay, well. that’s good. because maybe i don’t want you to stop.” tobio found his eyes growing wider at your admission. the first time kageyama tobio kiss you, it was actually more you the kissed him. as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, tobio found himself scared that this was but a dream. that one wrong movement would have you vaporizing and disappearing from. but the press of your lips were so soft. so tender. the hand left on your back fisted in your shirt. clinging on for dear life as his lips finally moved against yours. he’d passed away and gone to heaven. there was no other explanation for what was happening right now. it was sweet. it was magical. it was perfect. it was you. he pulled you closer and you obliged. it was– it–
“finally!” miwa’s cheerful voice echoed in tobio’s room, and startled the two of you pulled apart. shock painted in your features as well as his. but kageyama miwa looked nothing but happy to have caught the two of you kissing. the smile on her face said it all. and then– “took you long enough. anyway, finish up soon, okay? i brought dinner.” she turned and left.
the second time kageyama tobio kissed you, was only mere moments after the first. he was smiling. you were smiling. the heavy atmosphere had lifted but the magic was there. the second time tobio kissed you, it was quick and full of wonder. like the promise of many more to come. and while tobio knew he was going back to italy soon and the ache of leaving you behind was overwhelming, at least he knew that he could be looking forward to you visiting him when he inevitably started feeling lonely without having you close.
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*:・゚✧ thank you for reading ♡
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moonswolfie ¡ 1 year ago
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HQ!! Boys with a poet S/O
hey hey hey guess who's back with a super self indulgent piece of shit fic (i am joking, this is my humour)
also let's just say the reader does not write about cute lightearted things (but if you'd like to see a version where the reader writes cute stuff lmk!!)
so, yk TW for implied mental turmoil and an overall angsty hurt/comfort mood for these
Characters featured: Oikawa, Akaashi, Kageyama, Bokuto, Iwa chan
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OIKAWA honestly wouldn't believe that those poems were written by you at first. When you excitedly gave him some of your poems to read, he thought they would be cutesy love poems dedicated to him and only him, not this. "What...? Are they bad?" You seemed worried at his wide-eyed expression. "Baby, are you ...okay?" He asked out of the blue, the genuine worry in his tone knocking the wind out of you. "Hahaha, it feels so weird hearing you say that...!" You tried your best to not let any more laughter escape you. "What?! Am I not allowed to be a good boyfriend now?!" He was offended by your reaction, slightly clutching the poems in his hands. "No, it's just... unusual to see you this concerned about me." You said with a half-smile. You had gotten so used to Oikawa's light-hearted flirty attitude, that you sort of forgot just what kind of person he is. "Just what do you think of me?" He sighed, suddenly pulling you in for a hug. "You know you can tell me anything, right?" All you did was nod, feeling relieved that he understands.
AKAASHI 's eyes would widen gradually as he read the contents of your poem. You gave him 5, but he already feels horrible, and he's only on the first one. He almost doesn't want to believe you wrote this. He becomes worried about you, doing a deep analysis on your poem since he wants to understand every part before approaching you with his worries. The next day when you greet him happily, he simply hugs you. "I'm sorry for not noticing..." is all he says, and though it takes you a bit to understand what he means, you feel overwhelmingly relieved he isn't judging you for what happened. "It's okay, I didn't tell you, you couldn't have known..." you assured him, knowing your boyfriend's tendency to overthink, he would beat himself up if you said nothing. "Next time, please please tell me about things like this. I can't stand the thought of you suffering alone." He squeezed you tighter.
KAGEYAMA is confused. Reading and understanding poems was never his strong suit, but yours are especially confusing to him. You laughed a little at his concentration face, and he handed you your poem back, still confused. "What does this even mean...?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed. "Ahaha, don't worry about it too much... I wrote it like that on purpose." You made your poem vague and messy on purpouse, something you knew Kageyama probably couldn't understand properly. Awkward silence filled the room, and Kageyama silently hugged you all of a sudden. "I don't get why, but I got the random urge to hug you just now..." he mumbled silently, squeezing you in his grip. He must have noticed the sadness behind your voice and just doesn't know how to properly comfort you. "You said that out loud, Tobio." You smiled. "Shit..."
BOKUTO 's smile drops suddenly as he reads your poem. When he found you writing it, he insisted that he must read it no matter what. But what in the world was this? Why were you writing about all this sad stuff? "Babe...." his hands trembled slightly as he looked at you while you were smiling as you usually do. "Why would you say that about yourself?" He was very very saddened right now, and you weren't sure who's going to end up comforting who. You felt your bones being crushed in his impulsive hug. "It isn't true!! You're literally the best person I know!! So don't you dare say that again!!" He put his forearm over his eyes, tears stinging at his eyes. He has to be strong for you, he can't cry now. "Kou-" "I've decided! From today on, you're getting complimented every day!! No excuses!!" He looked very determined.
IWAIZUMI understood the content of your poems very well. And it angered him. Why didn't you tell him this happened?! "Idiot." He let the word escape his lips, clutching the paper in his hands. "You should have told me. I would have protected you." He looked to you. You weren't scared since you knew that your boyfriend was genuinely concerned right now, and that was just his way of expressing it. "Dammit, why do you always insist on keeping your problems to yourself..." he pulled you to his side, looking ahead. "I'll tell you next time..." you looked down to the ground. "You better. Or I'll beat you up." He huffed, but you saw the relief flashing in his eyes. He didn't really show it, but somehow, you could tell his heart sank when he read it.
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I'm okay :)
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sleepyxxhead ¡ 1 year ago
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Could u do Haikyuu setters getting mad at their s/o because they missed their game because they were busy? Thank u 💕
A/n: I’m so bad at writing angst but why is this such a good ideafjdkla;jfdskl TY FOR THE REQ!! I’ll do a pt. 2 with more setters/characters if you guys req.! Please req. more characters for me to do <3
Genres: angst | comfort 
Characters: Kageyama Tobio | Kenma Kozume | Akaashi Keiji | Oikawa Toru 
Kageyama Tobio - Please don’t leave me!
wc: 321
You were sitting at your desk, getting some work done as you heard the door close. “Tobio?” You call out.
No response.
You found him sitting on your shared bed looking angry. “How’d you do, darling?” you ask tenderly.
“We won,” he mumbled with a scowl on his face.
“You don’t look like you’re too happy about it. What happened?” you sat down next to him on the bed.
He looked at you with a hurt expression on his face. “Why didn’t you come..?”
Your eyes immediately widened in shock. Guilt poured over you. “Tobio-”
“That was a really important game to me,” he whispered, voice trembling.
“I’m so sorry, I was busy with work-”
“You’re always busy with work!” he shouted out, tears welling up in his eyes. “You’re never there!”
“Tobio…” you whisper, tears of guilt and shame streaming down your cheeks. 
Kageyama stood up, and walked out of the room. “Tobio..? Where are you going?”
“Tobio?” You ran after him, desperation rising in your chest. How could lose this? How would you live without him?
“TOBIO!” You cried out, bowing down on your knees.
Hearing the absolute anguish and distress in your voice, Kageyama turned around.
“Please don’t break up with me! I’m so so sorry! I’ll never miss a game of yours again! I love you with my whole heart so please don’t leave me!” You sobbed with misery, feeling the end drawing close.
Kageyama took a step towards you and kneeled down. The sound of misery and desperation in your voice hurt his heart too much to leave you. He tapped you on the head with his finger.
Looking up, you saw a broken version of Kageyama. His expression was calm, but his eyes full of hurt, his face wet from tears.
He stared into your eyes for just a second and pulled you into the tightest hug you had ever received.
“I love you too.”
Kenma Kozume - I forgive you
wc: 251
Kenma: we won. omw to your house
Y/n: congrats! ily &lt;3
Read at 8:23 p.m.
Kenma unlocked your front door with the spare key you gave him. After greeting your mom, he headed to your room. 
“Kenma! Congrats!” you wrapped him up in a bear hug. “Kenma?” You tilted your head to the side, confused as to why Kenma looked so disappointed.
“What’s wrong, Ken?” you asked him.
“Nothing,” he whispered, looking at his feet.
“Kenma. Was it me?”
He turned his head towards you slowly, meeting your eyes. “I guess I’m just… mad at you.”
Your eyes widened. “I’m so sorry, what did I do?”
“It’s more like what you didn’t do…” he trailed off. “I wish you would’ve come to my game.” 
He looked away from you, tears in his eyes. It wasn’t apparent, but Kenma actually cared about volleyball. He cared about a lot of things other than video games. He searched through the crowd to find you, hoping that you could find time to come, but he realized that you weren’t going to show up.
“Kenma…” you watched as he wept silently. “I’m so so sorry.”
“It’s okay.”
“No. It’s not!” you yelled, fighting back tears. “I wasn’t there for you when it really mattered!” You wrapped him up into a hug, holding on tight. You couldn’t lose him. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me; I’ll come to all of your games from now on!” 
“Y/n…” Kenma mumbled through tears. “I forgive you.”
Akaashi Keiji - Paradise
wc: 435
“Akaashi?” You looked up from your laptop, hearing the door open. You’re eyebrows creased when you saw the angry expression on his face. “Is everything alright, darling? I thought you won.”
“We did win,” Akaashi mumbled bitterly. “You would’ve known that if you came, though.”
He tore off his coat and shook off his shoes before heading to your shared room. “Akaashi?” You followed him to your room, seeing him pacing back and forth.
“I’m sorry I was busy-”
“You’re always busy! You’re never there! You’ve come to one of my games in the two years that we’ve dated each other! This is something I care about! HOW COULD YOU NOT CARE!?” He shouted at you as tears fell down his face.
You stood in the doorway in shock, tears welling up in your eyes. You couldn’t bare to see the one you loved so much with so much pain and hurt in his eyes, but yet again, you were the one who had caused it. 
You stood in silence as you watched him storm off and down the stairs. Suddenly, a thought appeared in your mind. I’m about to lose him.
Instantaneously, your feet started moving. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you yelled after Akaashi. “Please don’t leave! Let me fix this! Akaashi I love you!”
The front door slammed shut. It’s over. You’re paradise is leaving you.
You crumpled up into a ball, sobbing, mumbling to yourself, “Please don’t leave. I love you. I love you. I love you…”
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Akaashi went on a walk. He needed to clear his mind. He was so angry at you, but the way you looked so broken when he left made him feel so guilty. Suddenly, a thought appeared in his head. 
That’s it. She’s going to leave you.
His eyes widened at the sudden thought. Almost as fast as the thought came to him, he turned around and started sprinted towards home.
He opened the door, breathing heavily, to find you curled up into a ball on the ground, sleeping. He noticed that your eyes were puffy and your face was wet. Seeing you like that made him feel absolutely terrible.
He dried your face with his thumbs and scooped you up into his arms. He carried you to your bedroom and tucked you in. After he took a shower, he laid in bed next to you.
“I’m sorry Y/n. I didn’t mean to hurt you so badly. Please forgive me…” he said, voice shaking.
Your sleeping body wrapped your arms around Akaashi and pulled him closer. “I’m sorry,” you whispered into his chest.
Oikawa Toru - Addicted
wc: 223
“Y/n, how could you miss that game! How could you miss so many games! You’re always too busy! Why can’t you just show up for once!” Oikawa shouted at you. 
“I-I’m sorry Toru.” Your voice shook as you saw tears racing down his face. 
He looked at you, the agony in his eyes stinging you. 
“I’m sorry! You’re right! I’m never there when I should be! But please…” you trailed off, hot tears staining your face. “Don’t leave me. Please forgive me! I’ll show up to every ga-”
“I forgive you…” He looked to the side. “How could I not… When I love you so much? I love you so much it hurts. I get butterflies every time I see you! My stomach does flips when I hear your name! Y/n, your love is like a drug and I’m addicted. I love you, I love you, I LOVE YOU!”
You stood in front of him, eyes wide with shock.
“I’ll always forgive you Y/n. No matter what you do, I’ll always love you too much. No matter how painful, I’ll forgive you! No matter how-”
You wrapped your arms around Oikawa’s torso, holding him so tight you thought you might break his ribs.
“I forgive you, Y/n,” he whispered, holding you close. “I love you too much not to.”
A/n: OMG WHY IS ANGST SO HARD TO WRITE? My heart hurts. I hope yours does too. That’s how I’ll know I did my job 🫡. Have a nice day cutie <33
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youwerethedefeated ¡ 2 months ago
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What do you think about Tobio being autistic? And how Hinata helps him learn how to interact with other people?
Thank you for this ask!!! Also so sorry it took me this long to answer it 😭 I've been super busy and I tend to forget to check my ask askbox for a while haha
Anyway, autistic!Kageyama is so ingrained in my head that I sometimes forget it's not canon lol. There are so many little hints in the story, like, from the top of my head: his routine, his meticulous care with his nails, the way he thinks so much in terms of sensory stimuli (the way the gym smells, the colors, the texture of the floor, etc.) He also openly admits to having trouble when it comes to telling what his peers are feeling, and sometimes he's a little blunt and says things he probably shouldn't say, but it's absolutely not malicious. He's just bad with social cues haha (sometimes he also takes things too literally/ at face value)
This is where Hinata comes in: he's notably good with people, and often works to bridge the gap between Kageyama and others. He's also the one person Kageyama is closest to and the one he never has trouble reading, so I love the idea of Hinata acting as a translator for him!
For me, I think the moment it clicked that Tobio might be autistic was that iconic first high-five with Tanaka. He just looked so confused, and i thought, impossible. There's no way this boy has never seen people high fiving each other. And then it dawned on me that his teammates back a Kitagawa probably did, Tobio simply couldn't understand why or what it meant. And so when people tried to high five him, he expressed the same confusion, they thought he was being an asshole, and it just widened the gap between him and the rest of the team.
Anyway, I can't speak about authorial intent - I honestly have no idea if Furudate intended for his character to be read as autistic (especially since Haikyuu came out over ten years ago and there wasn't as much awareness about it as there is now.) Still, he's got a lot of key traits, and I definitely think about him this way.
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akeiwrites ¡ 2 years ago
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featuring: kageyama tobio from haikyuu!!
cw: female!reader, husband!tobio, pregnancy, usage of “love”, fluff and ig could be a lil bit of a hurt/comfort too
wc: 1.2k
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Kageyama Tobio was expected to never be the type being in a serious committed relationship, more so to be married… and have children.
However, when you two started dating, though he might not be as expressive as others point out, he paid attention well to you. And it never changed throughout the years. Rather, it evolved.
Over time, before you two even got married, he already became comfortable expressing himself wholly to you. And you were the same with him. You became each other’s safe haven.
“Is this for me?”
He was smiling while you felt very nervous about what you were doing. You tried your best to lock eyes with his whose gaze doesn’t even falter a bit on yours.
Your arms were extended towards his direction, the small rectangular gift box on both of your palms. Unexpectedly, you felt his hands on the back of yours.
And as if you were burnt, you placed the box above his palms—quickly avoiding his hold. Tobio’s smile faded by your sudden action, his gaze went down at the gift that’s now between his hands.
You sincerely felt bad. But there’s no way you’d let him know how nervous you are with your cold shaky hands!
“You can open it,” you breathily whispered, still trying to mask your nervousness.
You’re more than sure he’s noticed your sudden change of behavior now. You placed your hands on your back so that he won’t be able to see how you’re fidgeting with your fingers this moment on.
His eyes went back on you before he started untying the white ribbon of the little beige box. “You know, love,” he chuckled, attempting to crack a joke.
“It’s too early for my birthday—”
When you noticed his shoulders tense up, you quietly inhaled and held your breath. And you looked away, refusing in any means to see his reaction.
Pregnancy test. Two lines. Positive.
Stepping backwards, you cleared your throat and tried to speak clearly, “I-I’ll just check—” the kitchen.
Your eyes widened and you almost tripped on your own feet when he attacked you with a tight embrace. You couldn’t process anything for a moment until you felt his warm breathing fan on the crook of your neck.
“Uh…” You carefully held his shoulder, attempting to push him away. “It’s not like it’s confirmed by a doctor yet. I’m planning to have it checked tom—”
“I’m in love with you.”
Your lips parted as your cheeks warmed instantly. Kageyama Tobio doesn’t express much with his words. But when he does, you’d cherish every bit of it.
So that he’ll realize over and over again that there is someone who treasures every syllable he communicates.
“So much…”
Tobio’s eyes were closed when he took your hand that was resting on his collarbone and brought it near his lips. His drowsy eyes then shot up at you.
“Even without any reason at all,” he whispered on your knuckles, almost giving them ghost kisses.
Your breathing hitched. And soon enough without realizing, tears pooled your eyes. Your lips were also trembling that you couldn’t bring yourself to speak.
You stopped yourself from breaking as soon as his other hand caressed the side of your head until his fingers slowly comb your hair.
“I’ll always keep my promise to love and protect you…” His hand then went on your stomach, “And now, our little one in your womb.”
You thought… He doesn’t…
You bit your lip to suppress your tears. But as soon as his lips placed a light kiss on your forehead, it became some kind of trigger. You inhaled and shut your eyes hard until you couldn’t stop yourself anymore.
“Thank you,” he breathily whispered, chuckling a bit, before resting his forehead on yours—your noses touching. “You make me the happiest.”
You bit your lip and shifted your face to rest your temple on his shoulder. With your own shoulders shaking, you tried still to stop the stupid tears from falling.
“Hey…” he muttered your name. You felt his arm snake around your waist as he pulled you closer, now checking you face. His fingertips trailed down you wet cheeks and you heard him chuckling lowly.
“Love, why are you crying?” His voice, the way he delivered those words, was very careful. He was smiling at you, tilting his head and patiently waiting for your answer.
You shook your head, attempting to dismiss it, if you just didn’t feel his hand squeeze yours. And there you realized how he was holding it for a while now. As a matter of fact, it’s still resting near his lips.
“What is it that’s bothering you? Hmm?” he moved his fingers to kiss your palm.
“I was just—” you croaked. “Afraid that… maybe…” You swallowed hard in between your words, finding it hard to say it directly. “You wouldn’t want it.”
“B-Because after all… you d-didn’t want a…”
In the end, you weren’t able to finish what you wanted to tell him because you felt the side of your eyes warming up again—forming new stupid tears.
Goodness! This is ridiculous. How would he understand if you’d be like this the whole time?
You collected yourself and wiped the tears away with your free hand before looking at Tobio whose lips now are parted a bit, amusement and sadness present in his eyes.
It seemed like you couldn’t let yourself breathe as he stood still and sighed. You bit your lower lip when he let go of your hand. “I didn’t want children, yes.”
Silence enveloped the both of you. You averted your gaze from him because it started to hurt more hearing those words from him again than just by thinking about it.
You were surprised when he suddenly pulled you closer to him by the waist. His hands cupped both of your cheeks, making you turn your view at him, resting his forehead against yours again afterwards.
“Yet I unconsciously dreamed of wanting to experience them with you along the progress of our relationship.” His voice was gentle when he muttered your name at the end.
“I’m sorry for making you feel this way. But I need you to know that I have always loved the idea of creating a family with you. I want to wake up next to you even in those moments that it’s because of our child. I love thinking about how our home would have another beautiful sound around.”
His thumb brushed against your lashes down to your cheeks, trying to dry your tears. “You shouldn’t be worrying about this at all.”
“And I want to ask you a much more important thing…” His hold slowly went down to your hands, keeping them together, rubbing your knuckles.
“Are you… okay with bearing our child?”
It didn’t sink in to you after a while. As soon as it did, your eyes widened and you couldn’t help yourself throw a slap on his chest.
“Of course, Tobio! Why would I not be, you idiot!”
You heard his relief through a sigh.
Don’t tell me that was his concern all this time?
This man right here truly thinks and reflects about plenty of things. And being honest, pregnancy surely scares you… a lot. But you also think you can manage as long as your husband’s with you.
His eyes locked on yours as his lips formed a tender grin. Your lips pursed and you felt like crying again. This time, your tears are of joy.
“Stop worrying anymore, please…” he whispered before kissing the tip of your nose.
“I love you more than most. You’re my home.”
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yanderecrazysie ¡ 1 year ago
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Request: “Hii!! I love your work sm. I have a request, maybe a y/n x yandere Tsukishima + yandere Kageyama? Where basically Y/n is secretly a masochist & Tsukishima and Kageyama are bullies who usually bully y/n ans who are also sadists. But one day the both of them somehow found out about y/n being a masochist?”
Requested on my Wattpad!
Note: Kageyama and Tsukishima are bullies in this oneshot, so they may be out of character! I did my best to keep their personalities similar though!
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Title: Secret
Pairings: Kageyama Tobio x Reader; Tsukishima Kei x Reader
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, bullying (verbal and slight physical), masochistic reader
Summary: What happens when your bullies find out just what you think of their treatment?
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something that is kept or meant to be kept unknown or unseen by others:
Generally, your school days were uneventful and generic. If not for the two people who were nothing but cruel to you, maybe you’d have enjoyed school.
Kageyama and Tsukishima were two very different people, but they had one thing in common. Both seemed to enjoy hurting you as much as possible. Why? You’d never be sure, but when the two of them weren’t sneering at you, they had a soft look in their eyes.
Your mother said that it was like the little boys who tug on girls’ hair to get their attention. She said that it was probably a crush on you that they couldn’t process.
You were pretty sure she was just trying to make you feel better.
You hurried out of the way as Kageyama walked by, his eyes scanning the hallway for his victim. You knew if you got in his way that he’d shove you to the ground or into the wall. He was the more physical of the two.
He caught sight of you at last and curled his lip. Whether he was upset to see you or angry he couldn’t get to you through the sea of other students, you didn’t know. But you were thankful for the crowd. 
It was a shame that he was such a bully- he was also very handsome. He was fairly tall, his eyes were breath-taking, and his dark hair made him seem mysterious. It was hard to appreciate these features when he was grabbing you by the collar and tossing you aside like a ragdoll.
Someone slammed into your side, almost knocking you sideways. The mocking laughter made you flush angrily. 
Tsukishima walked by and, even with the talking of tons of students, you could hear his mutter of “stupid girl”. Stupid was the word of the day, everyday, when it came to the tall blonde. His other insults ranged from “annoying” to swear words indicating how often you slept with people.
He was handsome too, in his own way. Very tall and very blonde, with glasses covering his sharp eyes.
There was a reason you could still call them handsome, even when they treated you so badly. A reason you’d never, ever let them figure out.
As you sit at the fountain, balancing your lunch on your lap, you spot them both making their way towards you. This was new- they never worked together. Always separate torturers, in their own unique way.
The two towered over you, since you were still seated. You couldn’t bring yourself to move.
For a moment, all was still. Even the birds had stopped chirping.
Then, Kageyama was balling the collar of your shirt in one hand and lifting you off your seat. Your hand darts to his, to try and untangle yourself from his death grip. He’s not glaring, but his gaze is just as intense as if he was and you squirm under it.
“I told you, didn’t I? She’s blushing.” You can hear the grin in Tsukishima’s face without looking at him.
Your body goes limp, even more blood rushing to your cheeks. Had he found out what your secret was?
“She’s a masochist.” Tsukishima doesn’t sound disturbed, if anything, he seems exhilarated by the fact. You risk a look at his face and tremble when you see his expression- a smug, twisted smile and shining eyes like you’d never seen before.
Kageyama’s expression frightens you in a different way. He’s studying you intently, as though every move you made was important for him to catch with those intense eyes of his.
“N-no, I’m-”
“Yes, you are. I noticed a while ago. Don’t be stupid, just admit it.” Tsukishima is practically glowing with excitement, evidently having wanted to confront you on this for a while.
Kageyama finally speaks up, “So you really do like what we do to you?”
You try to shake your head, but Tsukishima grabs your hair to hold you still, tutting at your disobedience, even as your face flushes even further.
“She does, she always has and always will,” Tsukishima seemed to revel in outing you.
You’d given up, stopped struggling in Kageyama’s grip, simply blushing and avoiding eye contact.
“Don’t be so shy,” Tsukishima cooed. “Me and Kageyama will give you exactly what you want.”
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tsumuuu ¡ 2 years ago
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ℙ𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕪 𝕊𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕕𝕠𝕝 𝕊𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕕!
𝕂𝕚𝕟𝕘 - Tobio Kageyama
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What if the Haikyuu setters were a bunch of idols in an idol group called PSIS (Pretty Setter Idol Squad) and you happen to be their self-proclaimed "biggest fan" and win an all-inclusive tour of the behind-the-scenes of each member! What will you find out about each member? What are their lives off the stage like? Will you get to know them or will you just be another fangirl?
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notes: Written in 2nd person, a bit angsty word count: 1.1k enjoy!
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KING, also known as Tobio Kageyama, is the youngest member of the group, at the age of 19.
Kageyama is the most serious member of PSIS and the newest member of the group.
He's one of the rappers in the group
Every public appearance he has made, he's seen with an unfazed expression.
His photocards are usually him in a serious pose and never seen smiling.
Rumored to be the most professional acting idol.
Not much is known about him as an idol, hence why so many people love him, for his mysterious aura.
His fans have a really hard time getting his attention.
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The first dressing room is that of KING's. The most stoic and unfazed member of PSIS. You decide to give a knock on the door.
"Who is it?" his voice seemed a bit annoyed.
"Uh- I'm the winner of the all-inclusive V.I.P tour. You can ask the head security guard for the verification!" you reply back to idol respectfully.
"Alright, let me open the door."
As the door opens you see a tall jet-black-haired male with dark blue eyes standing before you with a seemingly angry expression, he's wearing a white t-shirt and a gray pair of sweatpants, nothing you would have expected from an idol to wear. Though, the nicknamed mysterious idol fully did live up to his name since you feel intrigued by what stands before you.
"Let me guess, you didn't expect an idol to dress like this?" he questioned as he looked at you, still with his same expression.
"Oh no, it's nothing like that, It's just, I-I don't think..." You're trying to find an excuse to try and not offend KING. "I don't think I've ever been this close to an idol before!"
He lets out a sigh seeing straight through your lie, he didn't want to offend his fan so he went with the lie.
"It's alright, just please come in," he tells you with that same unfazed expression he is seen with. It's almost like his personal idol trademark at this point.
As you walk into the dressing room of KING, you are surprised to see the room is decked out with volleyball posters, with a mini-fridge of milk beside the couch. You also spot a volleyball on the ground next to the couch. You then thought I didn't take the oh-so-mysterious KING to be such a volleyball fan...
"I'm sure you didn't think this is what I would do in my past time..." KING lets out breaking the silents between you two.
You must admit, you didn't expect this from King. The fan theories online predicted he's secretly into modeling, or perhaps some party boy who goes to parties under a fake name, but definitely not this.
"I'm sure nobody did KING..." you reply back to KING with a surprised look.
"Please currently, don't refer to me as KING. Kageyama will do just fine," he tells you with a stern look. It seems he doesn't like his stage name too much.
"May I ask why?" you question with wide eyes. The fan pages on KING talk about how he doesn't usually let anyone call him his true name.
"I just, don't like it. We are kind of under contract to go by those names," he explains to you, his voice seemed genuine like he was upset about this certain matter.
Then again, why is he telling you this?
"Why are you telling me this exactly?"
"Because I don't exactly enjoy being an Idol as much as I use to." he lets out with a saddened expression. "I only started to support my family really, they were in a dire time."
The atmosphere became heavy as he explained his reason for becoming an idol. You feel as if you're getting to know, Kageyama, and not KING. You start putting together some pieces, the volleyball posters, the story he's telling you, all of it.
"I assume then you gave up on an important dream," you ask him with a sorrowful expression.
he looks you in the eyes. "Yeah, I had a real passion for volleyball..." he bitterly smiles after saying that. "I had the potential to go pro, but I gave that up for what I thought was the greater good."
"That was very selfless of you Kageyama." you look at him with a smile. "You gave up something you love most for your family," you add to your previous statement, attempting to console him.
"Maybe so... but I'm honestly thinking of quitting. I'm blessed I was able to get my family out of a tough situation 3 years ago but, I don't know if rapping in this group is what I want to do anymore..." he explains while putting his hand into a fist. "I mean, the other member I really do consider my brothers almost in a way," his expression turns into one of anger "but the restrictions of the contract and basically having no freedom takes one hell of a toll on you. Plus the KING isn't even close to the real me. I'm not actually the serious, unfazed, bastard people actually think I am. I hate the dressing up I have to do, I hate all the damn photoshoots, I hate this act I have to play!" he raises his voice a bit while letting out his emotions to you. "I'm sorry, you didn't need to know this." he looks away from your eyes.
You look at the stature of Kageyama, it shows the true feelings of how he really feels. All this pent-up anger, all the sorrowful feelings, all of it just makes you want to help him.
"Kageyama, I would like to know you."
He averts his gaze to you again, but this time, wide-eyed. He seems to be surprised by this statement, you have made.
"Do you truly mean it?" he lets out in a clear state of shock. "Are you one hundred percent certain about this?"
"I mean it, I would love to help you Kageyama-kun!" you tell him as you smile at him reassuring him that you truly mean what you're telling him.
Kageyama then gets up rummaging around his personal dressing room for something. As soon as he finds what he's looking for he hands it to you, it seems to be his phone number.
"Let's keep in contact, please?" he smiles at you for the first time and asked you in a more happy tone than previously
it seems like you got to know the real Tobio Kageyama, not the personification of KING.
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