#it didn't help that you took asahis body

[cryptid-crusader]

I'm very close to the end of Endwalker. Here's my Hemes/Fandaniel opinion.

[accioscarheadthings]

↳ 𝗪𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸 - 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

summary - when they so pussydrunk and deep in subspace that they fuck you senseless

warning - explicit smut, 18+, minors dni, p in v, unprotected sex, praise kink and degradation kink (i have issues), breeding kink, spit kink, stomach bulge, subspace, premature ejaculation, overstimulation, breast play, choking kink, clit slapping

featuring characters — NISHINOYA, OIKAWA, YAMAGUCHI, OSAMU, BOKUTO, HINATA, KENMA, ASAHI, KAGEYAMA

"spread those pretty legs for me, baby,"

your husband loomed over you, his body bare and taut with muscle as he gazes down at you, his eyes roving over you body in hunger, committing every inch of you to memory.

he leaned over you, and you can't help but run your hands over his rippling muscles.

it was a normal night, a night of intimate touches and gentle kisses. but when the question of having babies came up, things took a different turn. you had told him that you were ready to have his babies, that you wanted to feel him filling you up, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him.

his kisses became more intense, more voracious as if he was trying to devour you.

his hands roamed over your body, and soon the clothes were shed, leaving you both bare and vulnerable to each other.

and now you're here, laying bare beneath him, his body towering over you as he looks down at you with a predatory gaze.

standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he gave his hard cock a few strokes, resting his tip on your slit and he slathered his arousal all over your pussylips.

"mine," he groused in a possessive manner, "all mine," he slowly eased his length into you, slowly and deliberately. his hands gripped your hips as he pushed deeper into you.

you sunk your teeth on your lower lip, your walls molding to fit his grith as you took in every bit of him

"s-so warm," he buried his face into your neck, feeling the way your pussy clamped around him, "so tight, fuck baby," his fingers dug into your hip, hard enough to bruise, "m not gonna last long, ah, i can't hold back baby, fuckk,"

his cock twitched inside you just as he pushed all of him into you. he could sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightened and tightened. he went over the edge, groaning and whimpering against your skin.

"shit, i didn't mean to finish to quick, love. ahh. couldn't hold back," his forehead creased.

he peppered your face with soft kisses, his hands gently stroking your hair, "let me make it up to you,"

he didn't pull out just yet and stayed inside you, rolling his hips against yours.

you slung one leg around his hips, pulling him into you, "just fuck me, need you s'much please," you whined, your pussy warm with his cum.

your core spasmed around his cock, his bulbous tip nudging the edge of your cervix with each pointed, thrust of his pelvis against yours.

"can feel her creamin' around me," he blubbered, pressed his lips to your cheek, "such a pretty pussy, begging to be fucked,"

he pulled out slightly, looking down to where you were connected with him. a white ring of your mixed arousal was circled the base of his cock, sliding down to his sac.

"m'gonna fill her up nice and full," he pulled his semi-hard cock out, coated with your slick, and rested it against your leaking entrance.

"you've been thinking about it, haven't you? you've been fantasizing about me knocking you up, about me making you mine," he grumbled into your chest, mouthing languidly at your skin.

he straightened up on his knees between your legs, resting a hand on your pudgy waist.

the thought of your body changing and swelling with his child, your breasts growing full and heavy with sweet milk, turned him on even more; his cock twitched at the mental image in his head.

"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his voice rough with need, "i want to see you like that, sweetheart," he nudged the tip of his cock into your entrance, pushing slowly.

your face scrunched in pleasure, head fuzzy. wanting more. needing more.

"i want to watch your hips widen and your breasts fill out," he murmured, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipple, eliciting a moan from you, "i want to see you swollen and heavy with my child. i want to see your body change, just for me,"

with that, he rammed his remaining length into your sopping heat without any warning, bottoming out in one fluid motion.

you cried out at his action. he paused for a moment, watching you gasp and writhe under him.

"s'big so good," you whined, throwing your head back into the mattress, your head fogging from the stimulation.

"that's what u want, isn't it?" he teased, fucking his cum back into your hole, "what me to stuff you full of my cum, eh?"

"fuck, yes," you clawed at his back, digging your nails deep enough into his skin to mark him, gasping for breath as you rbrows furrowed.

he moaned, head tipping forward as his hair fell over his forehead, "you'll be feeling me for days, baby,"

you were speechless with ecstasy, every touch and movement from your husband felt magnified, your body responding desperately to even the lightest touch.

"did i fuck you dumb, baby?" his words were thick and heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps, "fucking cumslut,"

your pussy clenched around him, spasming around his girth.

"ahh gonna cum again," he muttered, before spilling his load into you.

but even so, he didn't slow down, instead, he grabbed your ankle and tossed it on his shoulder, to hit you even deeper.

"oh god," you cried out, back arching. as a result, his cock nudged that spongy spot in you, "i-i - right there, please,"

his hips worked relentlessly against yours, "m'gonna fuck u till your pussy is full of my cum," his thrusts became harder and deeper, "she's takin' me so well," he landed a smack over your clit.

your entire body jerked in response, shivers coursing under your skin.

the matress began to squeak and the frame hit the wall with the force of his each brutal fucking.

"you'll be growin' our baby here," he pressed his palm on your lower stomach with slight pressure.

"i can feel me here, fuckk," he panted, open mouth pressed against yours, hot breath coming out in puffs. he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you.

the weight of his hand only intensified the effect of his cock drilling in and out of you. you writhed and moaned uncontrollably, fisting the sheets in a death grip.

the intensity of the sensations crashing over you was almost too much to bear. white flashes of pleasure exploded behind your eyes, drowning them in a sea of ecstasy and your orgasm passed through you.

you clenched around his length, grabbing his biceps for any sense of balance.

"oh sh- fuck,"

his hips rocked into you hard as he reached his peak again, his cock burying to the hilt as he shot ropes of cum into your gummy walls.

"ah, squeezin' me so good," he roused, dipping his cock in and out of you that made your mixed arousal dribble from the sides, leaking down the crease of your inner thigh.

his cock softened inside you, nestling snugly within your soaking folds.

he pushed the pad of his thumb on your soft, pink, lower lip, forcing your mouth open. you stuck out your tongue involuntarily.

you closed your mouth around his digit, sucking his thumb into your hot and wet mouth. you swirled your tongue around, blinking up at him with dilated pupils.

he pulled his thumb back with a loud pop, and the sight of the long, thick string of saliva stretching between his thumb and your mouth was obscenely hot.

he couldn't help but give a low, guttural moan at the sight of your mouth, glistening from spit and desire.

"fuck," he whispers, his voice thick with need, "you look so beautiful right now, so perfect for me,"

"open your mouth," he leaned down, cupping your face in his hand, puckering his lips over your parted lips.

you poked out your tongue, your lashes fluttering. you let out a strangled whine, feeling a thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue.

he peered into your eyes, his voice low and commanding, "swallow,"

your eyes fluttered close, and you obeyed, swallowing the salty liquid without a second thought, moaning and arching your back with a whimper.

"good girl," he praised, beginning to thrust his hips into yours, "that's my good girl, taking what i give you and obeying me without question,"

his hand slid down, circling around your slender neck and squeezing gently.

the pressure on you throat was just enough to make you gasp for breath, your eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure.

he leaned over your form, your mouths crashing together in a messy, desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongue.

you gripped each other tightly, each trying to pull the other closer as if you could merge into one being from the sheer force of your desire.

his thumb reached between your legs, pressing and rubbing roughly on your clit.

you could feel it building, the pleasure and tension coiling in your abdomen like a taut rubber band.

you pulled back from the slobbery kiss, whining at all the stimulation, "m'gonna- shitt," you gasped, jerking when a spark of pleasure shot to your core.

"you cumming again?" he grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your mixed arousal dripping to his balls while they slapped against your slit, "come for me baby, please. make a mess all over my cock, mama," he whimpered, punctuating with a particularly harsh thrust, "give it to me,"

"s'too much, baby please hngg,"

"shhh," he flatted his tongue on the side of your neck, sliding across your skin, "gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, "gonna give you what you need. one more. just one more,"

you could barely string a sentence together, "ple-"

the rest of your words were drowned in your wanton moan, as your release rippled through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.

his hips stuttered as he emptied his cum yet again in your battered pussy, rolling his hips to make sure your spasming cunt took in every drop.

your eyes closed, back relaxing into the mattress as he let your leg fall from his shoulder. rawness shot up your calf from how long your leg had been up in that angle.

he pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you, sprawled out beneath him.

"you look so beautiful like this," he uttered, his voice soft and tender, "all flushed and messy, just for me,"

he reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes, his gesture a soft caress.

he could feel you quivering beneath him, and he relished the power it gave him, the knowledge that he could make you fall apart.

"you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "you okay?"

you nodded, still boneless and shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "no more, please, i can't-" you gulped, feeling how sore your throat had become.

"no more, no more," he conceded, "you did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet.

he cupped your cheek, in awe of how he had fucked you senseless. he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead tenderly, "i'm so proud of you,"

[karasuno-planet]

Taking care of you

Kageyama x manager!reader who gets migraines !

warnings: migraine pain, vision loss

wc: 0.8k

summary: self-assured reader gets a horrible migraine and needs help, despite never asking for it. (pre-established relationship w/ kageyama) (fem!reader)

a/n: I LOVE THE HAIKYUU FANDOM SMMMM <333 you guys are my favs. requests open !! and the tsukki academic rivals fic is in the works for anyone wondering...

(gif not mine !)

One thing you had quickly learned while dating Kageyama is that he's not one for public displays of affection. You certainly weren't secret, hell pretty much everyone knew and was talking about you two, but you kept it private. Especially in front of his opponents. That's why it came as such a shock when you felt his arms aroudn you suddenly in the middle of a practice match.

To say you had a migraine that day was an understatement. Three days into the trining camp, in excruciating heat working late to help the team reform their entire strategies form the bottom up— you were exhausted.

But you were used to the migraines. It was something you could handle. The team is already under so much stress, especially Tobio. His sets hadn't been satisfactory, and he was re-learning everything he already knew from scratch. You couldn't imagine the pressure you knew he already felt, so keeping the pressure of your aching head a secret was nothing in comparison.

That doesn't mean nobody noticed, though. Walking into the first practice set of the day, Coach Ukai made a comment.

"Y/n, are you feeling okay?"

"Yes! Feeling good..."

"Okay, just let me know if you need to take a breather or something."

Had you already been exposed? The last thing you wanted was to be a burden on the team, but the floaters in your vision were a bit hard to ignore. And when the ringing in your ears set in, it got worse. Much worse.

By the third set of the day, you weren't faring well. You stood on the sidelines, taking notes on gameplay, when your vision started to black out completely. You widened your eyes to realize you couldn't see a thing. Your head pounding, you focused all your energy on just staying on your feet.

A deep voice yelled out, "Y/n? Are you okay?"

You recognized it as Daichi's voice, "Don't worry Daichi, I'm just fine..."

You heard Asahi chime in, "uh.. That was Kuroo talking...on the other side of the court..."

Before you knew it, Kageyama rushed off the court, running towards you and supporting you with his hand on your back, "Damn y/n, you can't see a thing, can you?" You recognized his touch and sent in front of you immediately.

"I'm okay, really."

"Sure.." he dismissed you. "I've got you okay? Must be scary, not being able to see..." he mumbled. "Can you walk if I support you? Here.." He started slowly helping you walk towards the exit of the gym.

"KAGEYAMA!" Hinata shouted, "What's going on??"

He sighed, looking back at the court, "She gets bad migraines, but she'll be okay, don't worry."

There was a collective sigh and chatter resumed across the volleyball court now that everyone understood the issue. Some players were wishing you well, but you could hear next to nothing with the ringing in your ears.

"I'm walking her to her room," Kageyama declared to Coach Ukai before continuing to support you to walk.

"Yeah, yeah, okay. SUGAWARA, get in there."

Suga jolted into action, stepping onto the court to fill Kageyama's place.

And that's the last moment you could clearly make out before you woke up.

You were laying on your back, a cold towel draped across your forehead and a blanket over your body. Tobio sat on the floor next to your bed, and turned around to face you quickly when you heard you moving.

"Y/n," he whispered. "Here, have some water." He handed you a bottle of ice water and you took a couple sips.

"Thank you..."

"No problem, but, why didn't you tell me something was wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to distract you."

"That's ridiculous, your migraines are serious and I deserve to know."

"You're right, I'm sorry."

You felt his hand slowly wrap around yours, "No, I...I've been so stressed out and mad at myself I didn't even realize what that might do to you. So absorbed in my own world..."

"My migraine is not your fault Tobio."

"Drink some more," he pushed the water towards you, noticeably keepin ghis voice low and soft to not irritate your head.

You took another sip and sighed, "I'm serious. You have nothing to do with it."

"Regardless, I have everything to do with it now. I'm not leaving your side until you're back to one hundred percent, okay?"

"You don't need to do that."

"But I'm going to," he assured you, squeezing your hand tightly in his, "besides, I'm lucky to be your nurse when you've got quite a few people eager to see you..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I don't think those guys have ever whispered in their lives," he chuckled softly, "I told them to piss off until I say you're ready."

"You're the best, Tobio."

"I know."

Before you could even open your mouth to thank him, he pressed a quick kiss to your cheek and set you back in your thoughts.

"I don't mind taking care of you, you know."

[masterlist]

[educatedsimps]

Hi! You blog is so adorable it makes my day :))) I’m not sure if you write for Nishinoya but could I request him for the angst prompts “I didn’t know where else to go” and “It wasn’t supposed to end like this” in a time probably right after the game where Asahi left and the team kinda fell apart? He had said something about how he was useless in the game (before Asahi took the blame instead) so I think he needs some comfort from the reader :(((

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nishinoya yū x f!reader

a/n: HI ANONNNNN we’re so glad our blog makes ur day a little brighter ❤️ we actually HAVE been thinking of writing for nishinoya but had no idea where to start so this request is literally perfect THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT IN 😆 love u lots and take careee

You jumped as the sound of your doorbell rang throughout the house. Placing your pen on the table and putting your homework to the side, you got up and padded over to the front door in your fluffy home slippers. Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of your best friend on your doorstep.

Nishinoya stood at your front door in his gakuran with his schoolbag hanging off one shoulder. His signature tuft of blonde hair almost glowed in the evening light, and his hair looked soft as ever. You couldn’t help but notice that he looked absolutely dashing in his uniform. It fit just nicely over his shoulders and chest, hiding the lean muscles in his upper body. It was the same uniform that all the boys wore at Karasuno, but you couldn’t explain why he just looked better in it than anyone else.

It wasn't unusual for Nishinoya to show up to your house in the middle of the day to study or hang out - you used to be neighbours and you were childhood best friends, after all. Although, he'd normally call or text you to let you know before he came over.

Before you could ask, his brown eyes met yours and it was as if a dam had broken. Hot tears started flowing freely down his face as his shoulders shook with how hard he was sobbing. His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

Your eyes widened in panic, freezing for a moment as you processed what was happening. Quickly, you reached out to grab his arm and pulled him into the comfort of your home. Closing the front door, you led him up to your room.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, Yuu's hands were clenched into fists, resting on his knees. His back was hunched and his shoulders tense as he cried. Carefully, you sat next to him and gently took one of his hands in your own. His chest heaved with angry sobs as you slowly ran your thumb over the back of his hand. Your heart physically hurt seeing how hard he was crying, with tears dripping from the edge of his jaw and soaking the front and collar of his uniform.

Eventually, he managed to calm down and quickly wiped the remaining tears off his face. You wanted to comfort him, but you weren't sure what you could say to help. You didn't even know what was troubling him, so you hoped that just being by his side was enough for now.

For a while, the only sounds in your room were the electric whirring of your ceiling fan and his quiet sniffles. You swallowed, thinking of what you could do to comfort him now, like maybe a glass of water and some tissues...

"I got suspended."

You stared at him in shock for several seconds, freezing just as you were about to get him some water. His voice was hoarse, and he swallowed thickly before sucking in a breath. "The vice-principal suspended me for a month 'cause of what happened this morning."

"Yuu..."

"I'm sorry, I should've asked before coming over. I just... I didn't know where else to go." His voice hitched as he pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes, turning away from you slightly.

You reached out and gently brought his hand down from his face, now holding onto both of his hands. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were puffy. You could've sworn you heard your heart break into two as you looked at his tear stained face.

"Yuu, it's okay. I'm here." You hesitated. "What happened?"

He sniffled again, his mouth forming words he couldn't speak.

"It's okay, take your time," You said, offering a gentle smile. He glanced at you, eyes softening a little before he let out a breath.

"You know how we had a match with Dateko last weekend? At the inter high?" He asked, looking down at his hands. You nodded slowly. "Well, we lost. And it's all my fault."

"No, it's not. How could it have been your fault-" You responded almost automatically.

"I wasn't good enough, and I wasn't fast enough. I couldn't pick up all the blocked balls and now it's my fault the entire team is falling apart. Why didn't I try harder to save those plays? I could've saved them, Y/n. I'm a useless libero," His voice broke, full of regret. New tears welled in his eyes and his face was filled with anguish. "And now Asahi-san left. He doesn't wanna play volleyball anymore and it's all my fault. It wasn't supposed to end like this, Y/n."

Before either of you realised it, you had pulled him into a hug. You felt him freeze momentarily from your touch before melting into your hug. His lean arms encircled your torso and held onto you as he buried his face into your shoulder, fresh tears slowly staining your shirt. Your hand moved up to rub slow circles on his back. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes and you prayed to heaven that he couldn't hear or feel how hard your heart was hammering in your chest.

Pulling away, you knew you had to reassure him somehow. You couldn't let him keep thinking he was useless when he was the exact opposite.

"Yuu, I know for a fact that you're not useless. You're one of the best liberos in the country and you know it. Losing that match was not your fault. I know you think it is, but it's not. Volleyball is a game played by six people in each team. So every point that you win, and every point that you lose, you bear the victory and the loss together. I promise you, your teammates won't ever blame you for not being able to save those plays," You stated assuredly. "And it's not your fault that Asahi-san left. I'm sure he just needs a break and he'll come back when he's ready."

"But... but the team is falling apart. The team morale is gone and I can't do anything about it. It's all my fault-"

"Stop, Yuu. It's not. Your. Fault. It's perfectly normal for you guys to feel down after a hard loss, but I can assure you, the team isn't falling apart. Yes, Asahi-san may have left, but the team is still strong. You have amazing bonds within the team and I'm sure things will work out just fine, I promise. Yuu just need to give it time."

Your best friend snorted beside you, his face lightening up a little at the lame joke. You let out a small sigh of relief, glad your poor attempt at humour worked.

"Got it, Y/n," Yuu nodded slowly, rocking back and forth on the edge of your bed. "So... you might be wondering why I got suspended."

Before you could ask, he continued. "I bumped into Asahi-san in the hallway this morning. I was upset that he decided to quit volleyball and that he blamed himself for being a 'useless ace' and I… I kinda just lost it. Yelled at him in front of people and I, uh… may have, maybe.. accidentallyknockedoverthevice-principal'svase…”

“What?”

“I said, I… may have, maybe… accidentally knockedoverthevice-principal’s vase,” He mumbled, sniffling again. You pursed your lips, looking down.

"Anyway, thanks, Y/n."

You looked up, confused.

"For always being there for me," He clarified, before sighing. "I didn't wanna go home first, 'cause my parents aren't gonna be happy about my suspension. And I know Grandpa would try to cheer me up with loud music and stuff and it's... it's not that I don't appreciate him trying to cheer me up, I just- I just wanted to be comforted, and you're the only one who can do that."

A small smile played on his lips, and you swore you saw something shift in his eyes as he looked back at you. Though you might have imagined the way his eyes darted down to your lips for a millisecond.

You don't remember when your heart started doing flips and somersaults in your chest but you sure hoped he didn't notice all the blood rushing to your face.

Suddenly, he stood up, jabbing his thumb to his chest and declaring, "I'm not going back unless Asahi-san goes back, but I'm gonna keep practising my block receives so I'll be better and stronger for the team."

There it is, you thought. That fighting spirit he's always had in him.

"Can you spike for me, Y/n?" he asked excitedly, all traces of his previous sadness gone.

"Sure, Yuu," you laughed.

a/n: i haven't written anything other than argumentative essays for the last two years so i'm really rusty but i hope this was okay :,)

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[gatitties]

Chaotic

─ Karasuno (sligh Aoba Josai) x fem!reader

─ Summary: You have a club job to do and you choose your favorite team to do it

─ Warnings: oikawa

"We are all, who are we waiting for?"

Daichi was in charge of counting that no one was missing, however Kiyoko told him that someone was missing, it took him a second to understand who the remaining person was until he saw your figure running closer, you smiled innocently shouting.

"HEEEY, how long Daichi?! Good morning Kiyoko beautiful!"

The girl nodded at your greeting getting on the bus, laughing at your silly compliments to her while the Karasuno captain rubbed his temples, why? Why of all the people traveling with him today was it you?

"Do you have at least one good reason, or do I have to kick you out like when you interrupt our practices?"

"Aww, your words offend me Dadchi, I have a justification to be here!"

You cooed, hopping onto the bus, ignoring the vein that grew on your friend's forehead. You had business with your club, the photography club made you do photo sessions on the subject you chose from time to time and what better session than a practice game with your two best friends.

"Noya, Tanaka! Guess what!?"

The others were startled to hear you scream and settle into a seat near the chaotic second-year duo, you were also a second year and you found yourself attached to this pair of idiots because well… you also shared half a neuron with them, as if you were the missing part to make things more chaotic, of course, you were also in Kiyoko's fan group, but you were much smooth, you know, privileges that those two couldn't have, wink~ wink~.

The whole Karasuno team knew you, somehow they always ended up calling you to the principal's room through the megaphones for having broken something, whether accidentally or not, it was funny that the first years knew your name before your person, the first time you came into the gym with the Rugby kit to run over Noya, everyone yelled your name for you not to do it and the four first years stood there like, oh, so she's the famous girl they keep calling for megaphone.

If Ennoshita was the one who usually kept Nishinoya and Tanaka at bay when Daichi couldn't, it was Narita and Kinosita's job to take care of you when you entered the gym, because one, if you were there it's because you had a lot of free time and two, you were going to do the biggest stupid thing your brain could think of. Yes, it's not that you have very good ideas and many times you worry Sugawara about your physical integrity, he has seen you more times than he would like to admit with some part of your body in a cast, it didn't help that Noya and Tanaka helped by sharing collective idiocy together to you.

Tsukishima hated you so much my god, most of the time you didn't understand his hints or salty comments towards you, but what irritated him the most without a doubt was that you connected so well with Hinata on some occasions that you both made fun of him or spent him some jokes. Yamaguchi was always there to smooth things over, and since you loved this little cinnamon roll, he was the only one you couldn't play tricks on.

Kageyama didn't understand how you had such good grades, as far as possible, compared to the stupid things you said, he secretly admired you and considered that some of your ─absurd─ thoughts made some sense if you stopped to reflect on them.

"Yo yisus, I found out that you tried to offer drugs to a girl the other day, I didn't know you were that kind of person."

And poor Asahi… you loved making fun of him for all the absurd rumors about him, seeing him nervously denying having done such things was too funny for you, but poor person spreading those rumors, oh boy, the last time you heard a guy talking shit about Asahi you bit his arm and kicked him in the balls.

The trip to Aoba's institute was not calm as expected, Noya, Tanaka and you just laughed so loud and so much to the point of crying with laughter for God knows what nonsense, at least Daichi was grateful that you were just noisy and don't even think of sticking your head out of the roof window of the bus… like last time.

At least they knew that when you were concentrating on your hobby, you were a completely calm and focused person, so they weren't going to have the problem of you showing up with a hockey stick to block a good spike in the middle of the game, because you already had done it before. So you were allowed to stand on the bench next to Kiyoko to do your job and take as many photos as you wanted, catching the curious eyes of the Aoba Josai students because they didn't understand what the hell you were doing there just taking photos.

Oikawa really wanted to approach you and ask you to take photos of him too because they were going to be much better than those of your friends, Iwaizumi saw his intentions and a simple look made him tremble, no asking you anything for now. It's not like you haven't taken photos of the blue and white team anyway.

Before halfway through the match you finished the reel you were asked to deliver so… you started to get a bit bored, a stupid smile grew on your face as you watched as in one of the breaks the guys seemed really concerned about the outcome of the simple practice match, you used your half neuron to stop them from making those serious expressions.

"What's up with you guys? You are more tense than Doraemon in a customs control! Come on! Pose like French whores for me!"

Your camera flash went off, grabbing the attention of all the players—opposing team included—even though they had already been paying attention to you since you started speaking. You laughed at the captured image, Daichi staring at the camera with the most serious expression in the world, Suga with a small goofy smile, Asahi holding back his laughter just like Yamaguchi, Noya choking on the water and splashing Tanaka, Hinata letting go a laugh while Tsuki had a grimace that you couldn't tell if he was irritated or amused and Kageyama had this creepy smile on his face.

"Geez…everything would be perfect if Daichi didn't have that resting bitch face- EEEK-" you ducked just as one of the balls flew towards you, the throbbing vein on the captain's forehead told you enough to get you start to pray because he had heard you, you began to run dodging the balls. "Jesus Christ, forgive my life! I didn't mean to say that you have the face of a bitch- although yes-, but not like that! OWW-"

Finally one of the balls hit your neck, almost making you stumble, luckily instead of finding yourself on the ground, you found yourself with a frown and completely angry look.

“Oh, thank god a cute guy got me, huh- thanks man."

You patted his blonde head, leaving Aoba's team completely shocked to see the tips of Kyotani's ears turn red, Oikawa losing it in the background because you had called Mad Dog cute boy before him.

After Daichi scolded you for entertaining them, you sat like a scolded dog next to Kiyoko, who just looked amused at your interactions, all it took was a pat on the shoulder as comfort from her and you had already melted right there, luckily the videos on your phone kept you busy enough not to interrupt the game.

Matsukawa and Hanamiaki definitely came up to you after the match ended to ask for your phone number, you shared that weird energy with them, they knew it the moment they saw you laugh at Tsukishima comparing him to Chicken Little and hearing how you called Tanaka 'my favorite bald friend'.

Your boys get a little jealous because you found another duo that shares the same stupidity with you and on top of that they are their rivals, Oikawa is also jealous because you shared the photos you took of them with Mattsun and Makki but not with him.

You assure Tanaka and Noya that they're your favorites as you wink knowingly at the other duo, they chuckle, winking back as they promise Oikawa that they'll pass on all the photos you took, just before you sent them for the new group you had with Makki and Mattsun you gave them a little touch up with Photoshop.

"Pfft-"

Matsukawa laughed reading the message you sent, an attached file with the photos you took that day of his team, Hanamaki accompanies him with a giggle, sending the files through the team's group chat.

"Why am I bald in all the pictures!?"

"Mmm, you have a certain appeal with that glowing skull."

"Iwa-chan you can't be serious! Who edited this?"

"No idea."

The duo shared a look, shrugging at the same time as they watched their captain complain about the images you had 'minimally' retouched.

[dejwritesarchived]

DEBT, CHAPTER 12

➣ warnings: yakuza boss!toji fushiguro x black coded reader, mentions of sex, mentions of sex work, profanity, gang violence, yakuza au, baby!megumi, drug mentioned, alcohol usage, drug usage, stripping, naoya being naoya, oc x reader, toji fushiguro x reader, naoya zenin x reader

➣ chapter summary: diving into the past of y/n and asahi's relationship and the start of y/n and her father's crumbling relationship.

➣ tags: @maydayaisha @eiflawriting @ihateliyah @ceeriusly-dumb @galaxness @stephanythedramaqueen @littlemochi @todo7roki @whatdidhesayyyy @protectpancakes @hellavile @dazaisfavgf @etaerealboy @tojiswhore1 @bbgiirrll @aasouthteranoswife @caribbeanwifey19 @lilith412426

[ masterlist + previous + you can aslo read it on ao3 + click here to see how asahi looks ]

SORE LIMBS WRAPPED AROUND EACH OTHER WHILE THE SUN WAS FINALLY RISING. You couldn’t help but stare at how stunning he looked while sleeping. The way his chest would rise up and down. Or the way he would let out a soft snore. You obviously couldn’t get over how his hair was all over the place. Was it weird to be watching him sleep? Maybe, but he looked so at peace compared to the previous night when he invited you over. You knew that Asahi Endo was dangerous, and like every perilous man, it was most likely a hazardous occupation behind it. You chose not to ask questions about his profession, but this man had practically every body part of yours in his mouth before, and you didn’t know much about him.

You knew he had money, lots of it. He was well respected in a lot of districts in Japan. He was very popular with the ladies because of that charming smile he wasn’t afraid to flash. But you still didn’t know much about him. He hasn’t even told you how he got the scar that decorated the front of his neck. You assumed that the person that did it to him wanted him dead. It caused a chill to tumble down your spine, thinking of what things Asahi could have done to have a person attempt to take his life away.

“You’re staring at it again,” His deep groggy voice interrupted your thoughts as his eyes slowly opened.

Your skin heats up, seeing those pair of hazel eyes that left you breathless. You averted your eyes elsewhere, but Asahi lifted your face to look at him again. “If you’re curious, you could have asked.” His arms snake around your waist to bring you closer.

“Okay, how’d you get the scar?” You bluntly asked. “And I don’t want any one-line story either.”

“Well, when I was around eighteen—someone tried to kill me.” He admitted.

“Now, what enemies could an eighteen-year-old have?” You asked. You wiggled your way out of his grasp to sit up, covering your bare body.

“I mean, I was just starting to work for an important guy to help my mom out,” Asahi admitted. “I just assumed this guy had enemies, and since I worked for him, I had enemies also.” Asahi adds.

“I was sleeping at my mom's house since I was so busy with this new little job that I wasn’t sleeping properly. You know how moms get when they see how sleep-deprived you are. I remember leaving the window open that night. They must have gotten in through the window. My mother heard the commotion, and he ran off. I mean, the fucker could have ended my life, but I’m positive whoever sent the guy sent a complete amateur, and they didn’t cut deep enough. I’m glad he didn't hurt my mom, you know.”

“Hm, but did you ever catch the person who did it to you? If you were working with an important guy?” You asked.

“Of course. However, it took longer than I expected. But it did shock me to find out who he worked for, and it made sense. He wasn’t the biggest fan of the man I worked for.” “So, does that answer your question?” Asahi answered, and you could feel his fingertips tracing your bare back.

You still had so many questions. Not about his scar, but about him. If he was in such a position, he must have become close to this vital guy who gave him a job so young. He could snap his fingers for someone to light up a cigar, and about five lighters flicker in front of him. But you ignored it. You felt like clawing your way to know more about him would only land you in some deep shit later on, so perhaps it was better for you to know as little about him as possible. Just enjoy the joyride of being his pretty fling that gets spoiled.

You shook your head before smiling at him, “Thanks for telling me that.”

“Anything for you, now c’mere,” He says with a grin.

“I’m not kissing you because of your fuckin’ morning breath, Asahi,” You giggle, but soon a yelp escaped from your lips as he grabbed you.

You were now trapped under his toned body, wholly pinned down and vulnerable. You could feel Asahi’s dick pressing against the inside of your bare thigh, and you let out a weary sigh. Your innocent eyes stared up at his cunning ones, and once again, he left you breathless. “You mentioned an early meeting with someone. Do you want to start something you won’t be able to finish?” You asked.

You could feel him reach in between your bodies. The pad of his fingers rubbed against your pussy lips, feeling just how wet you were. You grasped upon his body due to his actions and let out a sigh of relief. Asashi chuckled while grabbing his dick to line up with your entrance. He’s leaning down to pepper your neck with soft kisses. The tip of his cock tapped at your entrance, but he refused to put it in because he adored teasing you. “You tell me?” He questioned.

“So you’re just going to be a teasin’ asshole?” You questioned.

“It’s fun,” He said before he entrapped your lips with a kiss before finally indulging in stuffing you with his cock.

Asahi’s hands roamed over your body as if it would be his last day. He didn’t leave any part untouched when he was caressing your body. His hips drove forward in a rhythmic way that had your toes curling. He pulled away to watch how your mouth gasped apart upon each push of his hips.

“Hey, Asahi! Our meeting is in forty-five minutes, and we must travel quite far. So I hope your ass is up and ready.” A voice behind Asahi’s bedroom door said.

You were very familiar with the voice. It was one of his right-hand men, Daisuke. You wouldn’t see one without seeing the other not too far behind. They were practically two peas in a pod. What was he doing interrupting such a heated moment? You had no clue.

Through breathless pants, You glanced up at Asahi. “He has a key to your apartment?” Your words came out like a broken record causing the man to chuckle.

“He’s my wakagashira. Of course, he does.” Asahi leans down to smother your neck with kisses and nibbles. “Let him know I’m not alone.” with that comment, Asahi’s hips ram forward a little harder causing you to yelp out.

“Fuck Asahi.” You moan out.

At this point, your perfectly manicured nails claw at the oni samurai tattoo that imprinted his back. Your moans were like a sweet melody in Asahi’s ear, a mere motivation for him to please you even better. The lewd squelching noise of how wet you were getting with each thrust caused Asahi to be so pussydrunk that his brain felt like he was on cloud nine. His large hand pushed your thighs apart just to have more room before his strokes slowed down. His hips began to rock at a slow and sensual pace that managed for your orgasm to explode. The sensational feeling caused your thighs to quiver, but that didn’t stop Asahi from making love to you through your orgasm. He pulled you into an intense kiss before he pulled out, and soon you felt his thick ropes of cum shoot out on your tummy.

You adored seeing Asahi’s face when he was cumming. It was a perfect sight as he was being tugged off the temporary cloud of pleasure. His groans always came out so whiny, and he would always mumble something in Japanese that you didn’t understand at first but soon found out it meant my love.

You stayed there for a moment before Asahi climbed off you to get a towel. He came back with a wet cloth to quickly clean you up, he was going to his room door, and when Asahi peeked through the small crack of it, not wanting to flash his friend, he smiled at Daisuke. “I promise I’ll be ready soon.”

“Yeah, whatever, asshole. Goodmorning Y/N!” Daisuke yelled as he was walking towards the kitchen.

“Good morning.” You said.

You reached on the floor to tug on the shirt Asahi had on last night. You yawned before speaking, “I have a long shift tonight, so I think I’m going to stay at my place tonight.” You said.

You followed after him into his walk-in closet. You never expected to have a side in his closet, but he offered it to you. Especially considering you have been staying over a lot. Although there wasn't much on your side of the walk-in closet—it was still enough clothes for you to shower and change in until you made it home.

“Okay, I don’t know how long I’ll be with what I have to do anyway. This meeting and then have to sit down with Daisuke about debt reports. I’m going to be quite busy,” Asahi answered as he stepped toward you. “So, don't be alarmed if you can’t reach me.” He added.

“I know,” Your lips form a cute pout that Asahi’s pecking his lips on before searching for something to wear.

“Do you want me to send a driver to pick you up and drop you off at home after work?” Asahi asked. “You know how I feel about you driving home so late and the neighborhood you live in,” He says.

“I’ll be okay.” You answered.

You finally found the black suede tracksuit you were searching for. You grabbed the other things you needed and left the closet. The two of you quickly got ready after showering, and when you finally left the master bedroom of Asahi’s place, Daisuke was in the kitchen going through Asahi’s fridge.

“I’m starting to think your fuckin’ boyfriend doesn’t feed you,” Asahi sighed as he looked at his friend, who was shoving his mouth with grapes.

“He would have made me breakfast if we didn’t have a meeting with those Russians,” Daisuke closed the fridge after grabbing a bottle of water. “We have to drop Y/N off?” His eyes looked at you.

“Yeah, just drop her off at her place, and we’ll be on our way” His arms snake around your shoulder as you smile at Daisuke.

“Okay, only because I kinda like her better than you.” Daisuke walked towards the front door after you let out a snicker.

“He’s such an asshole.” Asahi uttered.

You didn’t even notice that Asahi had taken your hand to intertwine your fingers with his as he led you out of his place. You noticed how well-dressed the two were when you stepped into the elevator. Although the two had two different types of styles, you could tell that they were associated with each other. Maybe it was the matching Rolex watches? You couldn’t quite tell.

“Have you two always known each other?” You asked just in time as the elevator started moving.

“Since we were young and dumb,” Daisuke sighed. “Been a pain in my ass since we were teenagers. We worked for the same guy and just kinda worked our way up,” He explained as the elevator stopped on the main floor.

You let go of Asahi’s hand to attempt to catch up to Daisuke. You were curious to know more, especially when Asahi didn’t give you much about his past. You just learned about his scar this morning.

“The rest was history.” Daisuke sighed. “That man once pulled a bullet out my shoulder.” He said. “And stabbed a guy in the knee in a bar for being homophobic towards me.”

Your lips gasped apart as the three of you waited for the valet person to fetch Daisuke’s car. “He did what?” Your eyes darted from Daisuke to Asashi, who was staring at you as if what Daisuke said was customary to do every day.

“We were about twenty-one when that happened. Our boss had to bail us out of jail.” Daisuke saw his car get parked in front of them.

Daisuke got into the driver’s side, and before you could climb into the backseat, Asahi stopped you. “I hope what he’s telling you doesn’t like scare you away. We were reckless back then—but we’re not like that anymore. We have to think with our brains and not our temper.” He explained.

Your eyes met with his hazel ones before you leaned up to kiss the corner of his lip. “You’re not going to scare me away that easy.” You smiled at him before he helped you in the car so the two could drop you off at home.

“So, do your boyfriend know what you do?” You asked Daisuke as he was driving.

“He does because his family has been the gang’s doctors for years,” Daisuke explained.

“Did you two meet while you were hurt or something? That’s so sweet.” You squeal in excitement at the feeling before you lean back in your seat. “If only Asahi and I met in such a romantic way.”

“Hey! I think how we met was very romantic.” Asahi chuckled as he tucked strands of his hair behind his ear.

“Where did you two meet anyway? I mean, Asahi, never used to shut up about you before I officially met you. However, I never knew how you two met.” Daisuke stopped at a red light, and he looked at his friend in the passenger seat and then at you in the rearview mirror.

“It was nothing too romantic, just a strip club.” You gave him a cheeky grin that he couldn’t help but return.

“So, you’re the girl he would spend hours in that club for,” Daisuke starts driving again. “How romantic…” His voice trails off.

Asahi looks at you with a smirk, “I told you it was romantic.”

“So, Y/N. Was always stripping something you wanted to do? If you mind me asking.” Daisuke asked.

The truth was, it wasn’t. You auditioned because you needed money quickly because of your mother’s death and just stuck with it. You swallowed the large lump that formed in your throat, realizing that you didn’t give him an answer to the question. “No, it just was something I did to help pay off my mom’s funeral expenses. I kinda just stuck with it afterward.”

It grew quiet in the car, and Asahi broke the silence. He didn’t have a clue about your mother. Similar to how Asahi didn’t tell you much about his past or his family—you did the same thing. He didn’t know that your mother passed away and your father didn’t have money to help bury her. Or the fact that you haven’t seen your father in a while. He usually disappears and pops up in your life randomly.

“I’m sorry about your loss.” Asahi said.

You felt the car stop and glanced out the window seeing your apartment complex. You smile at the two, “It’s okay. She’s probably rolling around in her grave about me stripping. But as long as I’m happy, she will be happy. Thanks for the ride. You two better be safe during this meeting.” You climbed out of the car before they could utter another word.

As you walked towards your complex’s entrance, Daisuke’s car horn stopped you. You glanced back to see Asahi rolling down the window to tell you something.

“No, goodbye kiss?” Asahi’s eyebrows knitted together playfully.

You rolled your eyes at his comment as you walked back toward him. You leaned down and kissed him on the lips. You made the kiss—short and brief, just enough for him to get a taste of the lip gloss you had on. “Goodbye, Asahi.” You push his head back into the car and walk toward your apartment again.

You waved at one of your neighbors in the mail room just as you entered it to check if you had any mail.

“Oh, your father is waiting at your apartment. I told him you weren’t home, and then he proceeded to ask if I knew where your spare key was,” Your neighbor admitted while they were flipping through their mail.

A tired sigh escaped your mouth as you collected your mail, “Thank you for giving me a heads up.” You smiled at them as you hurried to your apartment.

When you made it to your apartment, the sight of your father carelessly searching for your house key made you roll your eyes in annoyance. You never hide your spare key anywhere that someone would assume where it was. You hated to admit that when your mother passed away—something shifted when it came to your father. Anyone who lost the love of their life would be off also. You swept the feeling under the rug due to his grieving. However, he wasn’t himself. You assumed it was drugs, but he swore up and down that he wasn’t on anything.

“What are you doing here?” You asked.

That was a stupid question. He always came to you for money. He was your father, after all, and it was your mother’s dying wish to make sure he was okay. He always came to you for money.

“I can’t come and see my daughter?” Your father watched as you unlocked your door.

Just as you were about to open it, you realized that if he was here for money—it was no point for you to even let him in your apartment. He no longer deserved to be in your safe space anymore.

“How much do you need?” You asked.

His lips parted to speak as if your words offended him, but he’s still mumbling an amount with desperation and need. You sighed, pulling out your wallet to give him cash before looking at him, “Dad, don’t come to see me anymore if this is what you’re going to continue to ask for. It’s plenty of jobs out there you can go get.”

“Do you really think they’ll hire foreigners like me?” Your father asked.

Your comment upset him. You pressed your back against your door and stared at him. “I’m just saying, you blew the insurance money, and now you’re leeching on me.”

“Leeching?”

“Yes, leeching. It’s exhausting coming to my apartment and having my neighbor tell me my father is desperately trying to get into it. What do you need the money for? Is it drugs?” You asked. “Are you on drugs, daddy?”

You felt your body go through a massive heat wave realizing that you were finally voicing your opinion. You could cut the tension between yourself and your father with a knife, and you knew that your neighbors could hear. You watched him sigh as he didn’t say anything—he took your money and walked away. The two of you never had disagreements like this. The last one was over where you worked, but he never got upset. He still made sure you were okay and checked up on you. After all, you were still his little girl.

And that was the last time you saw your father.

[unidentified-ending]

"Out of the Shadows"

Aizawa and Class 1a x ftm!bullied!student!reader

Part 2

Tw: violence, purposely deadnaming and misgendering, internal transphobia

"Oh shit, I'm gonna be late" You curse and quickly run to your homeroom class, when you got there you took a deep breath.

You slowly opened the door, forcefully pushing down the anxiety inside of your body. Everyone looked towards you, you thought you were going to collapse on the ground from the embarrassment.

"Everyone look at me, not at him. Y/n, sit down at your desk." Aizawa says, keeping an eye on you for for your body actions and behaviour.

He thought it was incredibly surprising, you haven't been late for the whole year you'd been there, though the curious-ness wasn't even slightly portrayed on his face.

After homeroom, Mic walked in energetically, ready to teach class 1a. Aizawa signaled for you to come outside with him, Midoriya saw and looked at you from across the classroom.

You hesitated, but you got up in the end and went outside with him. Nobody else saw because they were too focused on what Mic was saying.

"Let's walk and talk" He said as he started walking along the corridor, you walked beside him, confused as to what he wanted to talk to you about AND where you were going.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush Y/n, Midoriya told me yesterday that there was a dispute between you, Minato and his friends. I need you to be honest with me here, is something going on?" Aizawa said as he slid open the door to the staff room, revealing Vlad, Midnight and AllMight doing work at there computers.

"Nah, I'm fine really. It was just a little argument but it's been sorted. I'm fine" You say, lying straight to your teachers face though it was worthit, you didn't want anymore problems than you already had.

Aizawa knew you were lying to him but still said

"Alright, could you help me sort out these papers please, they're kind of stacking up?" He asked, just trying to make you stay away from the class, knowing they would pester you about what happened.

All the teachers looked up in amazement that he was asking you to help him do something. Aizawa never asks anyone to do anything let alone a student. Even at your own amazement you still agreed to do it, how bad could it be to help out a teacher.

For the next hour or so, you and Aizawa sorted out some paperwork and had a nice conversation then before you realised it, the lunch bell rang and you were about to leave but Aizawa stopped you and said

"If you ever need any help just come to me and I'll be open" he gave you a small smile and you smiled back at him and left, going to meet Midoriya and Uraraka who were probably eating in the cafeteria.

You hurried towards the cafeteria, enticed by the delicious smell of food. Hoping for a less crowded lunchtime, you walked with urgency until someone called out to you.

"Hey! You fucking female. Turn around and face some real mean for once." You recognised the voice of the person, Riku. And standing right behind him was Asahi. Though you weren't going to back down.

"What the hell do you want!" You shouted at them from across the corridor.

"We want your money" Riku says as he advanced upon you, with a big smirk on his face.

"No way, get away from me" You said as he stood right in your face and tried to grab you but you elbowed him in the chest and ran....again. you were so weak for doing that, even a real man could of fought.

You snapped right out of your thoughts and kept running, startled, you hurriedly made your way forward, turning corners quickly, until you unintentionally ran into the entrance of the men's locker room.

You heard a couple boys talking around the corner and you thought you were safe until you saw Minato and Haruki talking and laughing before Haruki spotted you peeking around the corner of the changing rooms.

He pointed to you and Minato turned to you, you quickly exited the locker rooms but Riku and Asahi were about 10 meters away from the locker room and they saw you.

They ran towards you, you stood there for 5 seconds pondering your options, they were going to do something to you anyways so you ran back into the locker rooms, where Minato and Haruki were waiting for you.

Just then Riku and Asahi ran into the locker rooms.

And then you realised, you were doomed.

"Riku, you brought him for me. That's nice." Minato said as he pushed you down against the floor of the locker room, you sat up, looking scared but hateful at them.

"Go on then, do whatever you want with his stuff but just don't hurt him, that's my job" Minato laughed and the rest of the group pounced on you like some sort of animal and started searching your pockets for cash flinging you stuff out the way and harassing you.

!The scene isn't finished there so the next part will be a continuation of the end scene!

Hey guys, that was part 2. If I think about it, they're may be a part 4 if not then enjoy the last part that's coming tomorrow.

This hasn't been edited and I was so tired when I made this so don't expect it to be great and good.

By the way, some smut is approaching so stick around for that.

If you liked it drop me a follow and a like

And remember

Drink some water and wat some food, you deserve it :DD

It's 2:43 am, Zyler signing out

[dream-meister-translations]

DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

ASAHI PAST STORY #1

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My mother often told me that the day I was born was a bright and beautiful day. The morning sun shone down brightly over the town and the breeze was gentle and soothing. 

However, every day since has been nothing but war in our country. The great Kingdom of Kobai was constantly ambushed from neighboring countries and faced many cases of civil unrest as well. There was never a moment of peace like the day my mother spoke about. 

Born into a prestigious family, I was taught to wield a sword and defend our country at a very young age. 

ASAHI : Hah!

ASAHI'S FATHER : You're too weak! With such pitiful swordplay, you'll never protect your family or our country! 

ASAHI : Yes, Father. One more time. I'll do better!

ASAHI'S FATHER : Well, at least your determination is commendable!

My father, renowned for his achievements in war, provided me with strict guidance. But, I never resented him for it. With strength and pride he protected the Kobai Kingdom. He was my role model. Everything I aspired to be one day.

In order to catch up to him, I practiced every single hour of every single day. One day, while training my swordplay alone in the garden where the plum blossoms bloomed...

??? : You're getting better.

ASAHI : Mikage! When did you show up? I didn't notice you at all.

MIKAGE : Well, I was making sure not to be noticed.

A young boy around the same age as me was reclining lazily against a rock. Yawning. His name was Mikage. The son of a skilled female guard hired to protect my mother. He had been by my side since infancy.

My mother was in poor health and Mikage's mother not only served as her protector, but also took great care of me when my mother couldn't get out of bed. Mikage and I were practically raised as brothers.

MIKAGE : Tea will be served soon. That's what mother said. 

ASAHI : Did you come all this way just to tell me that? Hm. You're usually quite lazy and you disappear when it's time to do chores.

MIKAGE : When I stay with mother, she makes me do more chores. Watching you train while I nap is much less annoying.

ASAHI : Well, would you want to join me in training? Moving your body feels great!

MIKAGE : Nah. I'd rather not bother. 

ASAHI : Aw, come on~

MIKAGE : So, today's snack we're having with tea is sweet dried persimmons. I know you love sweet things, right? You better hurry back before someone else eats them all. 

ASAHI : Aren't you going to have tea too?

MIKAGE : Nah. I'm gonna take a nap. If I go back with you, they might ask me to help prepare the food.

With that, Mikage's eyes drifted shut and he instantly fell asleep. Snoring loudly. After all these years, he hadn't changed at all. 

I think I knew, even in my childhood, that there might be some complex circumstances behind his demeanor. But, if Mikage didn't want to talk about it, I didn't see the need to press matters. I simply enjoyed his personality and loved him as my lazy friend.

[trans-peridot]

FFxivWrite Day 30: Two Heads Are Better Than One

We did it! 30 fics in 30 days, never missed a day except that one but no I didn't. To tie a little bow on it, here's Tayfun and Saffron riding off into the sunset to become a battle couple. This takes place right before Endwalker so I'm sure nothing bad will happen.

Krile banged at the door of Tayfun and Saffron’s house. “Tayfun! We need your help! Strange towers have manifested all over Eorzea and a man in Asahi’s body is demanding an audience! We need the Warrior of Light!”

Tayfun reluctantly answered the door. “I’m retired, Krile. I’m sure this is some serious world-ending stuff, but I feel quite confident that you all can overcome it together with the power of friendship and the power of incredible violence. Now if you don’t mind, I was in the middle of a three-hour cuddle session with my beautiful wife.”

Krile wedged her boot in the door before Tayfun could slam it. “Is this really what you want, Tayfun? You want to take a path of, of... Indolence? Aren’t you bored already?”

“I waited three years to see my wife again, Krile. I’m not wasting another moment that I could be spending with her.”

“Oh no you don’t!” Krile muscled her way in through Tayfun’s door. For being so small, and for not being a fighter, she was a slippery one. “Okay, Saffron is your first and foremost love. But I know in your heart that your second love is adventure. You didn’t follow us along for three years just to pass some time, Tayfun, you did it for sheer love of the game!”

Tayfun grabbed Krile by her cute little cat-shaped hood and tried to shove her back out the door. “You can’t make me do anything I don’t feel like doing!”

Saffron came into the foyer and watched the scene unfold. “Oh, hello Krile! I haven’t seen you in a while!”

“You... know each other?” Tayfun dropped Krile. “Wait, when would you two have even met?”

Krile looked at Saffron. “Dear, did you not tell her? You were so excited to tell her, if you build up a surprise forever then there’s never any surprise.” She scampered over to Saffron. “Will you tell her now, or shall I?”

Saffron shrugged. “I wanted to get at least a little domestic time between prison and this, but I guess this is my sign.”

“While you were still in the First after Saffron was released, she tracked down the Scions. Tataru and I were in the Rising Stones at the time, and she told us how she had been secretly training to fight while in prison, so she could defend herself if your enemies found out about her. Tayfun, she’s a trained Dancer.”

Tayfun stared at her wife. She was much more muscular than she’d been three years ago. And her fashion sense had become much more ornamental and frilly. And come to think of it, maybe those circular throwing blades Saffron kept above their bed weren’t for decoration after all.

Saffron cleared her throat. “When Gaius came to the Scions for help with the Ultima Weapons, I happened to be visiting your comatose friends. I volunteered to help him take the weapons out because...” Saffron took Tayfun’s hand in both of hers and met her eyes with fiery intensity. “I want to join you, Tayfun! You don’t need to choose between your two loves, we can be an unstoppable battle couple! Asahi was that guy Yotsuyu killed last year, right? So it’s definitely an Ascian. Give me a minute and I’ll get ready and then we can cut him to pieces and tear his towers down together.”

“Saf... How can I let you come with me? I would never forgive myself if you were hurt on my watch.”

“Okay, and if you ever die on one of your adventures I’ll burn the star down to nothing. So let’s be sure to watch each other’s backs out there. Two heads are better than one, right?” Saffron reached a hand to her ear and spoke into her linkpearl, “Scions, this is Saffron speaking. We’ll be there soon. Keep our man occupied.” Had she had that this whole time and Tayfun hadn’t noticed?

Krile smiled and stepped out the door. “So glad to have you back with us, Tayfun. Fortunately Tataru never processed your resignation in the first place, so we won’t have to add you back to our payroll. See you soon!”

Krile teleported away and Saffron rushed upstairs for her things, leaving Tayfun dumbstruck in her foyer. Maybe they were right, adventure sounded better than retirement any day.

[hyperdragon24calm]

Haikyuu SickFic.

Warning!!

Sick : Hinata

Caregiver : Kageyama

Warning, mention of death, self harm, sickness, hospitals, depression.

×

In a world in which Kageyama imagined a life without Hinata.

Hinata has been in and out of hospital with a rare illness that is slowly killing him, Kageyama visits him every day.

The volleyball team will also occasionally visit when Hinata has some good or bad news come his way, but in the end, Kageyama is always there every day.

Hinata begs for Kageyama to go home and have a break, but Kageyama refuses to leave his smaller boyfriends side.

" Kageyama, please go home. It's getting late. "

" No, I won't leave your side. "

Kageyama retorted, crossing his arms as he looked at the orange haired boy that was hooked up to so many monitors.

It pained Kageyama to see Hinata in such a state. Kageyama only wished for Hinata to get better, but the doctors didn't have high hopes.

At about 3am Kageyama had drifted off to sleep.

When Kageyama woke up, Hinata's monitors were going crazy and the doctors rushed in the room, hurrying Kageyama out of the way so they could start helping Hinata.

After what felt like 2 painful long hours, the doctor came out of the room with a sorrowful look on his face.

Kageyama's whole world stopped in that moment as the doctor told him that Hinata didn't make it.

Kageyama was frozen, tears pricking at the sides of his eyes as he refused to believe the doctors words.

" N-No... "

Kageyama rushed into the room. He saw Hinata laying lifeless on the hospital bed. The monitors had been turned off. It was silent.

Kageyama stared at Hinata's lifeless body as he watched the nurses place a cloth over the dead body.

Hours had passed, and Kageyama was still standing in the room.

The doctors had called Daichi and Sugawara to come and pick up Kageyama.

" Tobio? Come on, Tobio, you need to leave. "

Sugawara said softly. Kageyama looked at the two upperclassmen who came to take him away.

" But.... Hinata. "

Kageyama said.

" Tobio, come on.. the team is all waiting outside. We are going to make a shrine. "

Daichi said with a gentle smile.

Kageyama stumbled, his legs trembling. Daichi and Suga both took hold of one of Kageyama's arms to help keep him steady.

" It's okay, Tobio.. "

Suga said, comforting the first year setter.

Suga and Daichi helped Kageyama walk outside where the whole volleyball team was waiting, including Hinata's mother and little sister Natsu.

Only now realisation hit Kageyama. Kageyama's eyes filled with tears as they poured down his face.

Kageyama screamed with such pain as his legs buckled beneath him, Daichi and Suga helped Kageyama to the floor gently.  

" HINATA! "

Kageyama screamed.

The whole team's heart broke hearing those screams. Hinata's mother and Natsu were both crying and hugging each other.

Tanaka and Noya were silent. They didn't cry. They just stayed silent.

Yachi was holding onto Kiyoko, sobbing her eyes out while Kiyoko was holding back her tears.

Ennoshita, Kinoshita, and Narita all just looked away, feeling nothing but pain and sorrow.

Asahi was a sobbing mess, struggling to catch his breath as he clung onto Tanaka.

Tsukishima was silent, Tadashi was crying into Tsukishima's shoulder.

Coach Ukai was silent, Takeda was also very silent.

Everyone felt so much pain, and nobody knew what to say or do, other than stand there in silence while Kageyama screamed and cried.

After a few hours, Daichi and Suga took Kageyama home. They had all placed a shrine at the school where everyone placed flowers and pictures of Hinata.

Kageyama was broken. He was silent, his eyes dull without emotion.

" Kageyama, you should eat. "

Suga said as he helped Kageyama inside his home.

Kageyama shook his head, refusing to eat. Though he was starving.

" Please, Tobio, you need to eat. "

Kageyama glared at them.

" Just leave!! "

He yelled. His next stage of grief was pure anger. He just wanted to be left alone.

Daichi and Suga decided they should leave, Kageyama needed alone time and some space to process what had happened.

When they left, Kageyama started to throw shit all around the room.

" No!! This is fucking stupid! "

Kageyama yelled, making a mess in his house. When he had calmed down, he was in the bathroom with a razor blade. He started to make deep cuts into his arms.

" I can join him..."

Kageyama muttered softly to himself, hoping that maybe he could join Hinata in the afterlife.

But after many failed attempts of trying to cut deeper, he decided to just give up.

Days had passed, Kageyama hadn't left his room, he hadn't eaten or gone to school, he just wanted to give up on it all. What was the point of life without Hinata there?

Daichi knocked on the door.

" Kageyama? "

Kageyama came to the door and opened it, Kageyama was covered in sweat, his arms layered with bruised cuts, and he looked extremely pale.

" Oh Tobio... "

Sugawara said as he pulled the boy into a hug, Kageyama just accepted the hug. He couldn't be bothered to push away.

" W-why are you guys here? "

Daichi frowned.

" We came to check on you, you haven't been at school... and we were worried you hadn't eaten. "

Daichi said while holding up a bag with some of Kageyama's favourite pork buns from Ukai's shop.

" We brought you food. "

Kageyama nods.

" Thanks... "

" We'll let you be alone. "

Kageyama gripped onto Suga.

" No... don't leave me, please. "

Kageyama begged, his whole body trembling. He didn't want to be alone. He wanted the comfort of the older males who were like big brothers to him.

" Okay, we won't. "

Kageyama let them inside the house. The house was a total wreck, with glass shattered, pillows all over the place.

" You poor thing. We are sorry we didn't stay the first time. You clearly needed us. "

Suga said while playing with Kageyama's hair.

Kageyama nods.

" I'll... come back to school tomorrow, I promise. "

He said quietly.

" Oh, don't you worry about that. The school understands what you are going through. "

Daichi said.

After some comfort and company from Suga and Daichi, Kageyama was tired and ready to be alone again. Of course, Daichi and Suga made sure that Kageyama ate before they even thought about leaving.

The next day, Kageyama was walking to school. He still looked like a total wreck, Kageyama didn't watch where he was going, and all he heard was a car horn before it all went black.

Kageyama woke up in his bed. He was in a cold sweat, and the orange haired spiker was leaning above Kageyama with a concerned look on his face.

" Kageyama, are you okay? "

Hinata asked with worry. He had woken up when Kageyama was screaming and tried so many times to wake Kageyama up with no luck.

" H-Hinata...? Yo-You're alive? "

Kageyama asked as his voice faltered, tears stinging his eyes.

" Wh-what?! Of course I'm alive! "

Hinata said with a hint of shock and worry when he noticed Kageyama's tears.

Kageyama started to sob quietly, choking on his own saliva as he was lying on his back. Hinata helped Kageyama sit up and pat his back.

" Hey hey, it's okay... I'm not dead, Kageyama. I'm not even sick. "

Hinata said soothingly while rubbing Kageyama's back.

Kageyama's arms just wrapped around Hinata's body with a tight grip.

" Y-You died!! "

Kageyama sobbed, holding onto Hinata as if he would disappear if he let go.

" I'm right here... it was just a bad dream. Shhh.. "

Hinata reassured, holding Kageyama tight in his arms. They sat there cuddling for 20 minutes before Kageyama finally calmed down.

" It was such a bad dream..."

Kageyama said sadly.

Hinata nods.

" I know, I know love. "

Hinata comforted Kageyama and kept whispering, reassuring, and comforting words to him.

" I'm here, and I won't leave you. "

After a few more minutes, Kageyama had fallen asleep in Hinata's arms, embracing his warmth.

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The End.

Haha, did I scare y'all?

Words : 1341

[awakeningking]

Awakening King | Chapter Three: May Those Wings Never Break

Two weeks after his exile, Reon returned to Gyroaxia.

The band was in the middle of another of their usual strenuous practice sessions, eventually stopping to allow for a break.

“By the way, Kenta-san…how’s that ‘revenge’ thing you were talking about going?” Reon asked, breaking the silence.

“Ah yes, that.”

Kenta sipped from his mineral water and took a moment to consider how much he should reveal. After some time, he decided that now was as good a time as any and began to explain.

“Well, it’s proceeding smoothly. When considering the sheer size of major record labels, you’ll realise they’re not entirely unified. I’ve been able to take advantage of that fault and I’m working on laying the groundwork for us.”

“Huh…?” Reon responded with a confused tilt of the head but Kenta didn’t pay it any mind. His explanation hadn’t particularly been intended to make Reon understand. 

“What I’m saying is that sooner or later, someone else from their company will reach out to us,” Kenta simplified.

“That’s great and all but…I’m not big on the idea of running into that producer again…”

He laughed dryly at the pout on Reon’s face.

“I’m taking measures to prevent that. I don’t have any intention of leaving Gyroaxia in the hands of someone like him. Just allow me to take care of this matter.” 

“Whatever you say, Kenken,” Ryo nodded in agreement as he nibbled away at a CalorieMate bar. He felt oddly similar to a small animal in that moment, in spite of his tall height. Contrary to his ‘go with the flow’ personality, he was a bassist with the abilities of a genius. His habit to not say more than he deemed necessary was another trait of his that Kenta liked.

“Are you sure about this?”

Looking at him with an element of suspicion in his eyes was Miyuki, the complete opposite. 

“Everything is fine. Besides, have I ever done something that didn’t have Gyroaxia’s best interests in mind?”

“...No, you haven’t. That’s the type of guy you are,” Miyuki spat out, turning away in discontent. His disapproval wasn’t directed towards Nayuta—rather it was Kenta who was so often getting on his nerves. He knew his grievances stemmed from Kenta’s attitude towards both Nayuta and the other band members, though the man in question couldn’t care less. His drumming skills were first-rate, and that was all that mattered. As long as they produced the sounds that Nayuta wanted, Kenta didn't care what anyone said to him. 

Noting that Miyuki had nothing more to say, Kenta turned his attention towards his favourite. Said favourite—Nayuta—despite the uninterested look on his face, was listening closely to the other member’s exchange. He seemed like he wanted to jump in and make a comment about how his ears were rotting from hearing mention of the producer that had struck such a deep nerve in him. Nayuta moodily furrowed his well-shaped eyebrows but the fleeting glance he cast at Kenta failed to conceal his interest in their conversation. 

When their gazes met, Kenta turned his whole body towards Nayuta and addressed him in a gentle tone, taking care not to further dampen his mood. 

“To carry out this plan, there’s a weapon I’ll need. Nayuta, there’s something I’d like to ask of you.”

“What? If it’s anything stupid then I’m not interested.”

“I want you to make a new song—a powerful one that will make everyone understand the essence of Gyroaxia, and of Asahi Nayuta.”

Nayuta stared at Kenta with narrowed eyes. On the receiving end of a look that seemed to read him like a book, Kenta tensed up a little. He considered himself to have a good grasp on how to work with Nayuta but when faced with eyes that mimicked an unsheathed katana, he couldn’t help but feel nervous. 

“...Fine. I’ll make something that slams into them and says, ‘This is our sound,’” 

“I’ll be counting on you then.”

Kenta couldn’t help but smile, relieved that Nayuta accepted his request so quickly. Although he believed that Gyroaxia’s current discography could’ve sufficed, he knew that they wouldn’t provide the same impact as a new song. It’d also serve to prove the consistent high standard of the songs they released. He had an unwavering confidence in the quality of the songs Nayuta made so Kenta was positive that he’d create a song that would make the major record label turn their way again. 

“Good luck. Our debut is in your hands,” Reon said to Nayuta with a clap on his shoulder. 

“Shut up. I’m going to make the sound I want to make.”

“Geez, I was just trying to be supportive.”

Reon felt the irritation setting in when Nayuta shook his hand off. 

“Don’t worry, I’m sure Nayuta knows that,” Miyuki chimed in, attempting to calm Reon down.

“That’s right. We can trust Nayuta to take care of this.”

“Miyuki-san, Ryo-san, you’re on his side too…? Alright, fine.”

With even Ryo joining in, Reon drew back, albeit still harbouring some anger. Nayuta had already lost interest in the trio’s conversation and had become lost in his thoughts with a downcast look, presumably already planning out the new song. After assessing Nayuta, Kenta clapped his hands together.

“Alright, we’ll leave it here for today. Focus on individual practice until next time…Nayuta, are you okay with that?”

“...Yeah.”

With a nod, Nayuta made quick work of packing up his belongings. As he expected, Nayuta couldn't shake the urge to jump right into writing a new song. At their current rate, he could expect promising things from whatever Nayuta might come up with. Looking at Nayuta’s turned back, Kenta smiled contently. 

A few days later—

Following one of their practice sessions, in an unusual occurrence, all members of the band decided to go out for dinner together. Miyuki happened to have a coupon and brought up the idea of getting Genghis Khan together…when Kenta asked if Nayuta wanted to join, he spontaneously agreed.

After entering the restaurant, they started off by ordering beer for the adults and oolong tea for the minors. In high spirits, Reon wiped his hands with a wet towel and opened the menu on the touch screen. 

“Should we start off with a platter?”

“Sounds good to me.”

“I want a salad too.”

While Miyuki, Reon and Ryo were fussing over the screen, Nayuta reached out and quickly ordered loin and grilled ribs. 

“Hey, Nayuta! Don’t just decide on your own!” Reon objected to Nayuta’s selfish behaviour.

“I’ll eat what I want to eat. The rest of you can just do the same.”

“We came here together so the least you could do is consult with us first!”

Reon arched an eyebrow at Nayuta, whose gaze fell to his phone as if to say he had no further comment after making his own order. 

“Well, Nayuta rarely ever comes out to eat with us and I planned on ordering a couple of things anyway. Why don’t you go ahead and get whatever you want too, Reon-kun? If you like, I’ll even cover for you and Nayuta since I just got paid,” Miyuki swooped in to amend the situation.

“Are you serious!? Thank you so much, Miyuki-san! Nayuta, say thank you too.”

“I’ll pay for myself. I don’t make a habit of indebting myself to others.” 

Reon made a face of disagreement at Nayuta’s refusal to stray from his stubbornly independent attitude.

“I can’t believe this guy…”

Before another one-sided fight could break out, Ryo swiftly ordered a salad and steak tartare from the side menu and handed the touch screen to Reon.

“Get whatever you want and order quickly. I’m hungry.”

“Not you too, Ryo-san…fine, I get it. If this is how we’re doing it then I’ll get whatever I want too!” 

Reon ordered meat, more meat…and of course, meat. Once he was done, Miyuki grabbed Kenta’s attention. 

“Say, Mr. Accountant. Do you think we could cut into our celebration budget? We rarely ever do anything like this so I’m sure we could spare some, right?”

“Hmm.”

Like Miyuki said, they usually never put on any kind of celebratory events so they’d have enough to cover the dinner. Despite the studio costs they had to manage, their live shows sold a considerable amount of tickets so even for an amateur band, they were blessed with quite a generous amount of funds.

“You’re right. This is a special occasion, so I’ll allow it.”

The price was nothing if it raised all their morales. Maintaining motivation was essential for putting on a good performance and he was making an investment in that. Additionally, it would also prevent Nayuta—who had little financial freedom—from needing to spend any money.

“Now you can be treated too, Nayuta.”

“...Tch.”

Miyuki turned towards Nayuta with a big charming smile. Regardless of if he was convinced, he didn't say anything more. Eventually, their order reached their table and they all took their respective drinks. Miyuki raised his glass to initiate a toast. 

“To the future of Gyroax—”

“Oi, Nayuta! Don’t just start drinking before the rest of us!” Reon scolded Nayuta, who had already gotten started on his drink before Miyuki had the chance to finish.

“It’s alright. He can do what he wants.”

Ryo followed suit and wasted no time in taking a bite of his salad. With a dry laugh, Miyuki lowered his glass. 

“Well, it is what it is,” Miyuki sighed. 

“M-Miyuki-san! I’ll toast with you! To Gyroaxia!” 

“Oh, cheers.”

Reon bumped his glass against Miyuki’s with a resounding clink. As Kenta watched the duo, he began taking meat from the platter. 

“I’ll handle the cooking.” 

“So you’re our grill master for today, huh?” Miyuki immediately commented but Ryo pushed the plate of meat towards Kenta nonetheless. 

“Kenken will take care of it.”

“Yeah, Kenta-san is the best at this kind of stuff,” Reon nodded in agreement. Their input seemed to convince Miyuki. 

“Alright, I’ll leave it to you then. I like my meat a little bit rare.”

“I prefer mine well-done.”

“I’m fine with whatever Kenta-san does.”

As the trio shared their personal preferences, they began picking away at the sides they had ordered. Kenta turned to Nayuta who had been silently eating some pickled vegetables.

“Nayuta, do you want to start off with the loin meat?”

“...Sure,” Nayuta replied, somewhat absentmindedly. Although Kenta found his behaviour slightly concerning, he decided to focus on grilling the meat for the time being. A pleasant smell filled the air as Kenta continued to distribute grilled meat to each of the members’ plates. Like starved wolves, they devoured the meat.

“This is so good! White rice tastes the best with this sauce!”

“I don’t need any rice. When I’m eating Genghis Khan, just meat is enough.”

“I knew Kenken would make it taste delicious.”

Kenta grabbed a well-done slice of meat and placed it on Nayuta’s plate. He watched Nayuta chew on the meat before silently reaching for another piece with his chopsticks. He must have liked it, it seemed.

“Nayuta, I’ll cook some more for you to eat.”

“...Okay.”

The image of Nayuta contently eating the meat he grilled for him reminded Kenta of feeding a stubbornly unaffectionate cat. Nayuta tended to fall somewhat on the thinner side so he decided to take advantage of the opportunity to feed him meat and quickly prepared him some more. His physical strength was just as important as his musical prowess, after all.

“Y’know, it’s super weird that Nayuta came too. I thought I’d see pigs fly before a day like this ever came,” Reon said as he animatedly chowed down on his food.

“For sure,” Miyuki agreed, “This kind of feels like a kickoff party in the lead up to our comeback, don’t you think?”  

“It does! Next time we see that producer freak we’ll knock him down with our music!”

“Yeah! Once we have our major debut, I’ll be sure to rack up even more fans.”  

“Not only will Miyuki’s fans increase…but I hope the amount of people we’ll bring happiness to with our music will grow too. The day when I can return to the stars can’t be too far away now.” 

“Let’s make sure our music is heard all over Japan.” 

“Miyuki-san, don’t stop there—set your sights on the entire world! Total global domination!” 

“ …Galactic domination.” 

While the trio busied themselves with scaling the goal higher and higher, Kenta slid a glass of water Nayuta’s way.

“I was wondering how the progress on the new song is going? There’s no rush, but it may change how things will proceed depending on when it’s completed.”

“ …New song?” 

Nayuta’s chopsticks froze in his hand. His brows furrowed and his shapely lips contorted but rather than resembling his usual sour mood, his expression seemed to read more as confusion.

“Again, there’s no hurry. Just make something that you're happy with.”

“I don’t need you to tell me that! Don’t order me around!” 

Nayuta slammed his fist against the table, the tableware shaking in its wake. Ah, he’d said something to set him off, hadn’t he? Nayuta looked away in embarrassment, as if regretting his outburst of anger. 

“...Just shut up and wait. I’ll make a song that no one could complain about.”

“Very well then. I’m looking forward to hearing it,” Kenta said as gently as he could, taking care not to upset Nayuta any further. For good measure, he added a few more slices of well-done meat to Nayuta’s plate.

“If you can provide me with a new song, I can take care of everything else. For today, just focus on eating.”

“...Okay.”

Unlike the Nayuta he was familiar with, he responded with an unpleasantly meek nod and picked up the meat he had been given. Kenta sensed that he may be experiencing some complications with the writing process. 

A sudden eruption of cheers came from the table beside them in what appeared to be a celebration of sorts. They filled the restaurant with the sound of merry laughter and glasses clinking against each other. Someone amongst them must have lit a cigarette because the horrid smell of smoke began drifting towards the band’s table.

“The air flow in here sucks,” Miyuki said with a frown.

“Maybe the smoke filters aren’t working properly?” Ryo wondered, mirroring Miyuki’s look of displeasure.

But the one who had the most extreme reaction amongst them all was none other than Nayuta. Dropping his chopsticks, he immediately shot to his feet.

“Nayuta?”

“...I’ve lost my appetite. I’m leaving.” 

“Hey, wait…Nayuta!” 

Disregarding Reon’s objections, Nayuta grabbed his bag and left the restaurant. After being completely ignored, Reon’s anger began to flare up.

“Can he be any more self-centred!?” 

“Aah…hey, I consider it a win that he at least went this long quietly eating his food. Besides, now we get to eat his share of the meat too,” Miyuki placated Reon and gave him a slightly larger helping of beef tartare. 

“But…” 

“You know how Nayuta is,” Ryo said as he leisurely ate his salad, seemingly unbothered.

“No one can stop Nayuta from doing as he pleases. Like Ryo said, you know how he is,” Kenta agreed.

“You two are way too soft on him!” Reon huffed but despite his anger, without Nayuta in the room with them, he couldn’t articulate any further complaints he had.

“It’s alright, I’ll have a word with him next time we see him. okay?”

“I have a feeling you’re just saying that, Miyuki-san.”

“Hey, eat your meat.”

Pacified, Reon followed Miyuki’s prompting and began chewing the meat. Finally preparing a portion for himself, Kenta started eating too. 

Despite what Reon believed, Kenta wasn’t trying to spoil Nayuta. As the heart of Gyroaxia, it was only natural he held Nayuta’s wishes in high regard. For that same reason, his behaviour earlier bore slight concern for Kenta. It wasn’t the fact that Nayuta had left that worried him, but rather his abnormal reaction when mention of the new song had been brought up. It weighed heavy on his mind.

“Huh? Is that...Nayuta?”

A few days had passed since their last rehearsal. While on his way to the studio, Kenta passed by Odori Park but stopped in his tracks as he caught sight of Nayuta. It was an unexpected sight to say the least and Kenta couldn’t help but stare in wonder. 

Was Nayuta...playing with a cat?

The animal had curled itself up around Nayuta’s feet with a grumpy look and despite the equally gloomy expression Nayuta wore, he made no attempt to shoo the cat away. Kenta pondered whether or not to call out to him but before he could make a choice, Nayuta lifted his head and caught his gaze.

“Is this your cat, Nayuta?” Kenta asked as he walked up to him.

“No, it’s not. He’s just decided to follow me around,” he grumbled, yet still crouched down to meet the cat’s gaze. In comparison to its sharp eyes, the cat's purrs were adorable. Nayuta’s brow furrowed.

“You shouldn’t get attached so easily.” The cat titled its head curiously as Nayuta met its stare with a stern look. “Never lose your pride. Remember that.”

Even if it was to a cat, Kenta strangely admired the way he spoke of his philosophy. Needless to say, the cat was unfazed by Nayuta's words, instead opting to nestle up to him and continue purring. Despite his annoyed expression, he reached out to pet the small animal. To Kenta’s surprise, Nayuta seemed to be fond of cats.

“Stay strong,” Nayuta said as he stood up, letting out a small cough as he did so. The rough sounds mixed within brought a frown to Kenta’s face.

“Have you caught a cold?”

“...It’s nothing,” Nayuta replied, sullenly turning his face away. Kenta tried to examine his expression, knowing he wouldn’t be content with pushing the matter aside. Nayuta looked rather unwell...

“Don’t push yourself too hard. You should rest instead of practising.”

“I told you it’s nothing. This won’t get in the way of my singing.” 

Nayuta’s words betrayed him as he began to cough again.

“No. You should go see a doctor before anything else. I’ll get you some things to ease your throat later.”

As the jewel of Gyroaxia, Nayuta’s voice must not be damaged in the slightest. 

Kenta fumbled around in his bag, taking out a towel from their live shows and wrapped it around Nayuta’s neck.

“The weather will get colder soon. I know it might look silly but make sure to keep it on. Should I get you a scarf or a muffler?

With an indignant look, Nayuta brushed Kenta’s hands away in irritation. 

“Nayuta. What will you do if your throat is damaged?”

“I already told you, it’s fine.”

“I see. I’ll buy you some throat lozenges then. They should soothe your throat a little, at the very least.” 

Kenta wracked his brain, trying to recall any nearby pharmacies located along the way. Which store was it that had the best selection of throat lozenges? Nayuta quickly became fed up as Kenta lost himself in thought.

“Are you my mum or something?”

“You’re our precious vocalist. It’s only natural for me to be worried.”

“...Hmph. Suit yourself. I’m going ahead,” Nayuta huffed and hurried away. 

“How stubborn,” Kenta thought to himself before following along behind him. An icy wind raged between the two.

It only grew worse from there. In a stroke of bad luck, the studio’s air conditioning had stopped working.

“Huh? Is there something wrong with the air conditioner?”

Reon knitted his brows and sipped at his sports drink. Ryo also made a face of annoyance as he licked at one of the throat lozenges Kenta had bought.

“The air is so dry in here…”

“I’ll go and ask them about it.”

“Thank you.” 

With that, Miyuki left the studio to seek out a staff member to question. In the meantime, Kenta kept an eye on Nayuta’s condition. He had coughed several more times since their practice session had begun. Despite his continued dismissal of Kenta's worries, he could hear the slight change in Nayuta’s voice. His high votes lacked their usual sharpness and power.

“Is he really alright…?” 

Kenta peered over at Nayuta who raised his head with a bitter expression. As expected, his complexion had still yet to return to normal. Kenta took one of the lozenges from the bag Ryo held and offered one to Nayuta.

“Suck on this until Miyuki returns.”

“...Are you my mum or something?” Nayuta grumbled, yet still obediently took the lozenge. He popped the honey-coloured candy in his mouth and began intently glaring at his music sheets. Eventually, Miyuki returned.

“Bad news. Looks like the aircon is broken. They've called someone to fix it but it won’t be working today. What should we do?”

“Hm…” After hearing Miyuki’s report, Kenta came to an immediate decision. “We’ll end practice here for today. Nayuta doesn’t seem to be feeling well.”

“Quit screwing around!” Nayuta snapped, “I’m going to sing! If you want to stop then get out!”

However, as Nayuta began to yell, he delved into a violent coughing fit. Even as his hacking died down, his breaths remained harsh and laboured. Kenta instinctively rushed to his side.

“Are you alright!?”

“I told you I’m fine!!” Nayuta shook off Kenta’s hands and shot him a deathly glare. Unable to watch from the sidelines, Miyuki stepped between the two with a casual demeanour. 

“C’mon, Nayuta. No need to be like that, he’s only looking out for you. Well, I guess I can see how it might be annoying.”

“You seem really unwell. Overworking yourself will only make it worse. You’re not a kid, you should know how important rest is to maintaining your health,” Reon piped up, agreeing with Miyuki.

“I feel the same. Let’s end it here for today.” Ryo’s words brought a flush of anger flooding to Nayuta’s face.

“...Shut up,” Nayuta violently slammed his fist against the wall, “Get out! All of you!”

Nayuta’s eyes burned with anger as he glowered at the other members. Reon was the first to react.

“Alright, alright! Geez, suit yourself then! Guess I won’t bother worrying about you anymore!” Reon yelled out his frustrations, packed up his guitar, and promptly left. Ryo followed after with a shrug of his shoulders. Miyuki seemed to hesitate, until Nayuta turned towards him.

“Didn’t you hear me? I told you to get out.”

“...Right. I’ll be going then. But seriously, don’t push yourself too hard,” Miyuki said. Knowing there was no room for discussion, he made quick work of tidying up and left the studio. With a cruel gaze, Nayuta turned to Kenta, the only one who remained.

“You too, Satozuka. Leave. You’ll only get in my way.”

When Nayuta reached this level of anger, he wouldn’t let anyone come near him. It would be futile to try and communicate with him and any attempts to converse would only fuel his stubbornness. With an adept understanding of that, Kenta let out a sigh. Even so, Nayuta wasn’t a child. He knew how important his throat was, so no matter how brash he acted, he would never purposely bring harm to it.

“Very well. Will tomorrow’s practice go ahead as planned?”

“Yes.”

“I’ll see you then, in that case.” 

Although it pained him, Kenta left the studio.

Despite being kicked out...Kenta couldn’t bring himself to go straight home. He found a seat in a café with a view of the studio’s entrance and took out his laptop while he waited for Nayuta to finish rehearsal. 

Since the other day, he couldn’t help but notice a change in Nayuta’s behaviour. Kenta was unfazed by Nayuta’s short temper, frequent outbursts and tyrannical behaviour. Those qualities never got in the way of Nayuta’s ability to create music. He didn’t care what type of person Nayuta was, as long as he produced the best of the best.

It was a different story once his sound began to break. Little progress was being made on the new song, and he couldn’t help but feel concerned. Once his coughs had arisen, his voice began to lose its usual power. He simply couldn’t ignore it if Nayuta’s songs dipped below the bar of perfection. As Gyroaxia’s leader, and a man who had become enamoured with the voice of Asahi Nayuta, he had to do everything in his power to help him. It didn’t matter how much Nayuta came to hate or loathe him, as long as he could spread his divine voice.

“He should be leaving soon.” 

The time that their usual rehearsals would end had come and gone, but Nayuta had yet to leave the studio. That in itself was not unusual, however when he was unwell and practising on his own, Kenta couldn’t help but be concerned. He’d assumed that Nayuta wouldn’t overdo it, but his stubbornness may have gotten the best of him and led him to push himself more than usual.

“I have no choice. I should go check on him.”

He knew Nayuta would be upset with him, but the well-being of his throat was more important. Kenta briskly packed his belongings away and returned to the studio.

“Nayuta!!” 

The moment Kenta opened the door, his eyes darted straight to Nayuta, collapsed on the ground. He was at his side in an instant.

“Shut up…” Nayuta weakly lifted his head. He was ghostly pale and wheezes whistled from his throat. As Kenta tried to lift his frail body, Nayuta was attacked by another fit of violent coughs.

“I’ll call an ambulanceー”

“Don’t...there’s medicine...in my bag....”

“I’ll get it!” 

He gently laid Nayuta back down and frantically opened his bag, immediately spotting an inhaler. He handed it to Nayuta, who brought it to his mouth as if he’d done it a thousand times before. After a while, Nayuta’s pained breaths eventually subsided. Although the colour had yet to return to his face, he seemed to have calmed down. Nayuta took the inhaler away from his mouth and glared at Kenta.

“Don’t tell anyone. If someone finds out, I'll leave Gyroaxia.”

“Understood. I won’t tell anyone. You have my word,” Kenta immediately replied.

If Nayuta ordered it, he wouldn’t tell a soul. Nayuta was a prideful man who couldn’t stand to show even the slightest of weaknesses. Kenta knew that Nayuta never intended for him to see him in such a state. The way he glared at Kenta with his pale complexion was both painful and divine.

Although Nayuta’s breathing had calmed down, he still shook with coughs from time to time, spiking Kenta’s worries. Judging from the way he handled the inhaler, it seemed that this was far from his first attack. Did he have a chronic illnessー

“...Can you still sing?” 

The fear of losing Nayuta’s singing voice made the words spill from his mouth. Needing his dreadful nerves to be quelled, he couldn't help but ask. Howeverー

The moment he said those words, Nayuta’s composed features were dyed with rage.

“Of course I can,” he replied in a low tone, holding back his anger. However, that did nothing to hide the icy depths of his rage. “If you doubt me, you’re not needed here.”

Roughly grabbing his bag, he wobbled to his feet.

“Nayuta!”

“...Don’t follow me.” 

In a clear rejection, Nayuta turned his back on Kenta and left the studio with an echoing slam of the door.

“It appears I’ve made a mistake…” Kenta brought a hand to his forehead with a heavy sigh. It seemed that his excessive concern for Nayuta's throat had led to him hitting an explosive nerve.

“I’ll leave it alone for now. I’ll see him tomorrow for rehearsal anyway.”

He could follow up with him then. Kenta tucked the thought away at the back of his mind and began to tidy up the studio.

The next day, Nayuta didn’t show up to the studio.

“Wait, Nayuta’s still not here?” Reon, the last to arrive, looked around the room in confusion. This kind of thing was unheard of.

Kenta impatiently checked his phone again and again. He had sent Nayuta countless messages, but none of them had even been read. After what he had seen yesterday, Kenta wondered if had collapsed at home. The thought made him uneasy.

“Have you tried contacting him?” Ryo asked

“I have…” Kenta half-heartedly replied. Nayuta’s pale face from yesterday burned in his mind. Miyuki set up his drums with a doubtful look.

“Okay, what happened? Did you two fight?”

“Nayuta and Kenta-san fighting? That’s impossible!”

“Well, maybe that sort of thing is needed from time to time. Kenta is always too soft on Nayuta, after all.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You two should hurry and make up already.”

“It’s nothing like that,” Kenta retorted, having lost patience with Miyuki and Reon’s incorrect assumptions.

What happened yesterday wasn’t a fight. He may have hit a nerve in Nayuta but...he’d be able to recover. He had created Gyroaxia in a way that would allow Nayuta to concentrate on music without sparing a worry for anything else. This was meant to be the perfect environment for Nayuta to sing. He didn't think Nayuta would throw that away so quickly which only fed further into Kenta’s worries. No matter what he did, he couldn’t free his mind from the image of Nayuta collapsed on the floor of his home.

“...I’m going to go see him.”

“Take care,” Ryo waved him goodbye.

“Huh?” Reon responded in surprise, “What about rehearsal!?”

“The three of you can go ahead with practice. You don’t need me here instructing you.”

“Alright…”

“I’ll contact you all once I know the situation...goodbye then.” 

After bidding them farewell, Kenta rushed out of the studio. He couldn’t think about anything but Nayuta.

After leaving the studio, Kenta immediately called a taxi and set course for Nayuta’s apartment. Once he arrived, he frantically pushed the intercom, impatiently tapping his foot while he waited.

There was no response. 

“If only I had a spare key.” 

While contemplating whether he should ask the building owner to open the door for him, the resident that lived next door came out.

“Uhm, if you’re looking for the person that lives there, he went out this morning.”

“He left? Do you know where he went?” 

“S-Sorry, I’m not sure…”

He tried pressing the kind neighbour for answers, but he only seemed to make her uncomfortable. Resisting the urge to click his tongue, Kenta bowed his head.

“Thank you for your help. Ah, if you happen to see him, could you please tell him that ‘Satozuka’ was looking for him?”

“S-Sure.”

After thanking the neighbour once more, Kenta left the apartment behind. Nayuta must have been feeling better if he went out.

But what if he had been hospitalised? Where was the closest hospital that treated respiratory related injuries?

“Where are you?” He messaged Nayuta and began researching hospitals in the area.

“Nayuta, please be okay…”

While he prayed for his safety, Kenta headed off to the hospital his search results provided him. He just needed to know that Nayuta was safe.

Nayuta wasn’t there.

He tried visiting the other hospitals in the area but Nayuta was nowhere to be found.

“Nayuta, where are you…?” 

Desperately, he ventured to other places that Nayuta could be. He tried the cafe they’d occasionally visit after practice, their usual live house, the music store they would get their equipment fixed at… but there was no sign of Nayuta. 

His agitation was quickly growing. 

“Nayuta, do you really plan on quitting Gyroaxia?”

That couldn’t be the case. He didn’t want to believe it, but there was a detestable hunch he couldn’t shake off that he was right.

“If he could at least send me a text…” 

Kenta had already sent Nayuta a number of messages but they had all been left unread. Where was Nayuta? What was he doing? He didn’t have a clue.

“I thought I knew him better than this.” 

Kenta had no idea where Nayuta could have gone. His understanding of Nayuta didn’t extend beyond the topic of music.

The sun was quickly setting. He returned to Nayuta’s apartment once more, assuming he would have gone home, but there was no sign that he had returned yet. He tried going back to the studio, but the other members said Nayuta hadn’t come by. Naturally, they all began to worry.

“The least he could do is message me!”

“Should we look for him together?” He knew that Miyuki was offering out of kindness, but Kenta shook his head.

“No, this is Nayuta we’re talking about. If we make a big fuss about it, he’ll only grow more stubborn. Just leave this to me.”

In the wild, animals hide away when they’re injured. Nayuta had that trait too. He couldn’t show any weakness, lest his pride be damaged. After being ordered not to speak of his asthma to anyone else, Kenta decided that searching for Nayuta had to be up to him alone.

“...Right. But if anything happens, let us know.” 

Miyuki was also aware of Nayuta’s characteristics, but he backed down faster than Kenta expected. He seemed rather opinionated on the dynamic between members of the band but thankfully, he knew that there were certain situations he should stay out of.

“Kenken, take care of Nayuta,” Ryo said, throwing a CalorieMate bar and a sports drink his way.

“I will...thank you.” He had been running around without anything to eat or drink so he appreciated the consideration. He accepted the drink and took a sip, swallowing it down his parched throat. “I’ll be going now. I’ll leave the tidying up to you guys.”

He left the studio and rushed out into the city again, now cloaked in the night sky. He didn’t know where to go but he couldn’t stay put.

Kenta thought about Nayuta’s behaviour. He hadn’t come to the studio, but he knew he couldn’t go a day without singing. Other than his home and the studio, he looked for places that Nayuta may have gone to sing. Karaoke? No, he rarely ever went to places like that. He opened up social media and searched for places near his high school and residence that he might have gone to sing. He stopped when an image of a street musician caught his eye.

“Nayuta?” He unconsciously said aloud. The video only had a short title, being named Nayuta is Performing a Street Live? It seemed that someone had secretly recorded Nayuta while he walked down the shopping arcade singing.

“Nayuta? From Gyro?”

“Huh? Is this a solo?"

“Wow, he’s really cool.”

“Even his acapella is perfect.”

“Who is this? He’s not a pro, right?”

There were a variety of comments left on the video. 

“Is this...Tanukikoji?” 

Based on the background, that was his best guess. Judging by the time the video was uploaded, there was a good chance that Nayuta was still there. It was lucky that he left the studio so soon, Nayuta could be just around the corner. They might have even passed by each other already.

Kenta ran off in the direction he suspected Nayuta to be, praying that he was still singing.

It wasn’t long before Kenta found Nayuta. Not far from the shopping arcade, a crowd had gathered around a closed storefront. From the middle of them, Nayuta’s powerful yet delicate singing drowned out the bustle of the city.　

“Please excuse me,” he said, attempting to make his way through the crowd, however it seemed a futile task. Yet, even though they were separated, he could still see Nayuta. Even if he didn’t stand on a stage, even if he didn’t have a musical instrument, Nayuta still sang with the voice of a king. His voice was solid like a winter night sky, spinning the most exquisite music there was. As many times as he had heard Nayuta sing this song, he never found himself less entranced.

He didn't want to let Nayuta go, he wanted to protect his voice—that, he was sure of. 

Like Kenta, the crowd found themselves lost in Nayuta’s song. His surroundings fell silent, with Nayuta’s voice being the only thing that flooded the area. One by one, more shoppers stopped to watch and joined the ever growing crowd.

“Who is that?”

“That’s amazing. He’s super cool…”

“I wonder if he’s debuted yet?”

A number of whispers swept past his ears. He was proud of Nayuta to be able to make even those who didn’t know Gyroaxia lend him their ears. Kenta’s chest swelled with pride that Nayuta was their vocalist. 

“I wonder if this could be of use too…?” As the thought arose, Kenta opened his phone’s camera and began to film. He recorded the performance and made sure to include a view of the crowd he had gathered. “I won’t disturb Nayuta until he’s satisfied.”

Nayuta wore his usual moody expression, but while he sang, in a way it seemed like he was having fun. His voice wasn’t at the peak quality that Kenta was familiar with, meaning his body had likely yet to fully recover. Nonetheless, he felt his worries and fears from yesterday be dispelled.

No matter what happened, Nayuta would continue to sing.

Kenta stared at the man who had been brought into this world to sing, feeling ashamed that even for a moment, he had doubted the person he had wagered his life on.

“...That’s all.” 

Once he felt satisfied, Nayuta announced the end of his performance. Momentarily, the audience began to beg for an encore, but when it was clear that Nayuta had no interest in continuing, the crowd gradually dispersed. Once the audience had thinned out, Nayuta caught Kenta’s gaze and narrowed his eyes with a threatening glare.

“What’re you doing here?” 

“You shouldn’t sing in here. It’s a dome,” Kenta replied, opposing Nayuta’s glare with an earnest look. The hostility in his eyes only grew. “We need to talk. Can you come with me?”

Nayuta’s gaze seemed to tear him to pieces, but Kenta didn’t dare shy away. Nayuta held his glare for a moment before letting out a small sigh.

“...Fine.”

“Let’s not stand around. We should go find somewhere to sit, at least.”

They walked a short while until they found themselves in Odori Park. Kenta bought a warm citrus drink from a vending machine and handed it to Nayuta. At first he seemed suspicious, but he accepted it in the end. Kenta purchased a coffee for himself and took a seat next to Nayuta on a bench.

“Why’d you pick this one?”

“It’ll be good for your throat. You’ve really overexerted it. Try to stay hydrated.”

“...You bastard.” 

Nayuta’s anger flared up again at the mention of his throat, grip tightening on his drink with a crinkling sound. Before Nayuta could lose his temper, Kenta bowed his head.

“...I apologise for yesterday!”

“What’re you doing?”

“I never meant to doubt you. I was only worried. I’m sorry if it seemed that I didn’t have any faith in you.”

“...”

“You’re someone who won't let anything stop you from singing. I should have realised that sooner.”

The anger that still burned in Nayuta’s eyes began to simmer out little by little. Kenta’s eyes never left his as he announced his request.

“Nayuta. I never want you to stop singing so please, let me protect your throat. I’ll do everything in my power. What can I do? What can I do to protect your voice?”

Nayuta’s eyes widened slightly at Kenta’s desperate plea.

“...Can’t you quit that already?”

“No, I can’t. You were born to sing.”

Nayuta raised an eyebrow at his uninhibited assertion but Kenta continued without regard, taking the opportunity to lay out his feelings to Nayuta.

“Of course I’m concerned about your asthma, but it hasn’t brought any harm to your singing. If you need help on stage, I’ll do everything I can to support you. You don’t need to worry about anything other than creating the music that you desire.”

“...So it’ll just be the same as before?”

“No, I’ll do more for you than ever. I’ll take care of your health. You won’t have to deal with trivial tasks either. Just sing and perform, Nayuta. It’s the reason for your existence.”

Nayuta was astonished by the pride he held in his words.

“I don’t sing for your sake.”

“I’m fully aware of that too. I selfishly fell in love with your music all on my own.”

“...What a maniac,” Nayuta spat out, opening the lid on his drink and downing the contents. Seemingly pleased, he drank half the bottle before casting his gaze to the ground.  Kenta turned to Nayuta, who held the air of an arrogant stray cat that always stood proudly.

“We’ve known each other for a while...yet I’ve never seen you have an attack as vicious as yesterday’s. Has it been worse lately? What causes it? Do you have any ideas?” Kenta asked. The sudden barrage of questions put a sour look on Nayuta’s face. “Please. I’m here to support you, but I also want to be aware of your situation. Can you tell me?”

After being asked again, Nayuta begrudgingly offered an answer.

“The doctor said...it was stress. But, I’m not that weak.”

“Stress? Did something happen? Even if it was only small, do you know what it could’ve been?”

“...It was that piece of shit’s band.” 

Nayuta’s face turned sour. From that point, Nayuta’s words only grew more and more depressing. Like skipping a pebble across a lake, Nayuta told his story in brief words, with Kenta listening earnestly at every step. 

Nayuta’s father was the vocalist of a legendary band. He abandoned both him and his mother for the sake of music. After he discovered that Nayuta had asthma, he told him, “You’ll never sing,” and cut him off. From then on, his mother would continuously apologise and look at him with sympathy and pity in her eyes…consequently, that legendary band had become an awfully sensitive topic for Nayuta.

Kenta was able to gather that much from Nayuta’s story, along with the fact that beating that band was his greatest motivator. 

“I’m not going to try and idiotically copy him. I’ll beat him as my own self.” With a crunch he crushed the bottle in his hands. “But now when I try to write a song, my throat clogs up. It’s bullshit! My voice is completely different to his. I’m nothing like him!”

The flame in Nayuta’s eyes reignited and burned with anger once again. The fire they held blazed with a beautiful furocity that had the power to scorch all in its path. Kenta was enchanted by them. With the anger held in his eyes, Nayuta seemed like Icarus, flying towards the sun. Though he knew he’d crash to the ground, he didn't know how to do anything but aim for the top and continue soaring.

That’s why...Kenta wanted to protect Nayuta. 

So that those wings would never be broken. So that nothing could hold down his wings of blazing flame that even the sun could not stand against.

“There’s certainly some similarities between your voices.”

“What?” Despite all the passion Nayuta had laid out, he bared his fangs at Kenta’s indifferent reply. 

“Of course, there are clear differences. Your low notes are deeper and you're far better at expressing the delicate changes in notes. The music you suit is also completely different,” Kenta rationalised in his usual fashion.

“...What’re you trying to say?”

“Don’t let meaningless matters get in your way—it’s not like you. The only thing you need to be is yourself. In my eyes, your singing is the greatest in the world.”

 Nayuta looked at him with wide eyes. 

“One day, people will say the opposite. Instead, they’ll ask, ‘Is that Asahi Nayuta’s father?’.” 

The view of the street live came to Kenta’s mind. One by one, he had dragged people in with his song.

“Even people that don’t know our music have stopped in their tracks for you. That’s the kind of power your voice holds.”

Kenta had seen it himself. One day, he would sing in front of a huge audience beneath that dome, and everyone would cheer the name Asahi Nayuta.

“I’ll make every person on the earth your fan...or will you lose your confidence and run away?” Kenta challenged with a smile. Nayuta took a deep breath and exhaled as if expelling everything he had been holding in his chest.

“Pretty cheap attempt at stirring me up...but I’m on board.” He said as he rose to his feet and threw his drink into the trash can in one clean shot. With the burning eyes of a king, he looked down at Kenta. “Just you wait. My new song will be the best thing you’ve ever heard.”

Nayuta’s chest swelled with pride as he flashed an arrogant smile that dripped with confidence.

The next day, Nayuta arrived at the studio before anyone else.

“You’re late. We’re beginning immediately!” Nayuta yelled once the other members turned up. Reon was taken aback by the display of his usual tyrannical behaviour, as if the events of the previous day had never happened. His cheeks flushed red with anger.

“You littleー! Where the hell were you yesterday!?” he yelled in outrage. Reon seemed like he might grab Nayuta by the collar so Miyuki rushed to keep the peace.

“Did you catch a cold? We were all worried about you.”

“I wasn’t…!”

“I never asked anyone to worry about me.”

“Geez, why do you have to act like this…?”

“Miyuki’s right, he was bedridden with a cold. Before our last rehearsal, the cold had begun to agitate his throat and the situation with the air conditioning did nothing to help either,”  Kenta took the initiative to explain on Nayuta’s behalf before a meaningless fight could break out.

“...Hmph.” Nayuta turned away, making it clear that there would be no further discussion on the matter. However, that only made Reon angrier. 

“That’s bullshit! You should’ve told us you wouldn’t be coming!”

“Calm down. He had a cold, it couldn't be helped. Just, let us know next time, okay? I was worried that you had collapsed or something,” Miyuki mediated while setting up his drum set. Meanwhile, Kenta fussed over Nayuta.

“Nayuta, I’ve bought more cough drops and made some honey-pickled radishes. I also bought you a scarf for you to wear on your way home. If the weather gets colder, I’ll buy you a muffler too…”

Kenta had brought along a larger bag than usual and Nayuta was shocked by the amount of items he pulled out. 

“...Are you my mum or something?”

“That’s how he’s acting honestly! I mean, aren’t you being even more overprotective than usual, Kenta-san?”

“Geez, you’re like a parent that isn’t ready to let their adult son go.”

Kenta paid no mind to Miyuki and Reon’s criticisms and placed the scarf and throat medicine into Nayuta’s bag. When their break rolled around, he’d ensure that Nayuta ate all the pickled radishes he had made. Although Miyuki and Reon looked at Kenta with a face of astonishment, they eventually gave up and the preparations for rehearsal proceeded as usual. 

“Now that the air conditioning is working again, we’ll be able to get through today without a problem...huh, hyah!?” Miyuki let out a yelp and stared in shock at the cat at his feet. “Huh? A cat?”

“...How’d that get in here?” Nayuta muttered with a scowl. It was the cat that had been following Nayuta around at the park. Kenta shooed the animal away from their instruments.

“Why don’t one of us take it in?” Kenta suggested.

“Just leave him be. He’s happy being a stray.”

However, the cat seemed to disagree and rubbed its head against Ryo’s leg with a meow. Ryo picked it up and stroked its purring neck before turning to Nayuta.

“That reminds me...how’s our new song going?”

Nayuta raised an eyebrow before the edges of his lips tugged up into an arrogant grin. The other members were shocked by the rare smile from Nayuta.

“I’ll show you...we'll have it mastered before our next live.” 

After his declaration, Nayuta began to sing. The song was powerful yet delicate, striking and intense. It was a song that aimed for endless heights, with a sound that seemed to the tale of Gyroaxia’s endless hard work. It was a song that spread its blazing wings and aimed for what lay beyond even the sun. 

After Nayuta had finished singing, Kenta gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Well done.”

“There’s still more to be done before it’s polished.” A look of seriousness set into Nayuta’s face and he raised his voice. “Practice starts now!”

That day, Gyroaxia took a big step forward.

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐏𝐓.2 - team z

summary: how you both spend your date together

featuring: wataru kuon , jingo raichi , asahi naruhaya , yudai imamura , okuhito iemon , gurimu igarashi , kira ryosuke

nana's lil note: the second part osso the last part, had to include kira cus why tf not

wataru kuon - picnic date

snacks, beverages, fresh fruits. Kuon had prepared everything before-hand. It's been awhile you both went on a date after he got the invitation to Blue Lock. After he got eliminated (not that the cared sm abt it) he didn't waste a second to call you and planned everything

He fetched you from home and brought you to a place for picnic where you both can enjoys your date together. He even bring canvases and paint so you both can paint and draw the scenery of the park and the lake.

He would take you to explore the park, slow walk and talk with each other, hand in hand as he talked about his experience at the facility (and friends hes making T-T)

JINGO RAICHI - movie date

Raichi may not seems like the type to be the typical caring and soft boyfriend but he IS. He would planned the date carefully making sure everything goes as plan so that you would enjoy the rest of the date.

He would arrive on time (sometimes fifteen minutes earlier) so he can always check his appearance from time to time before finally meeting you. 🤭

In the movie theatre, Raichi would always pay attention to your body's language throughout the movie time and bro would intentionally bought one popcorn so he can have those 'accidental hands touching'.

He likes , 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 it when youre snuggling onto his shoulder and hand holding during the movie

Like Isagi, he would offer to walk you home and share a *chu~* 💋💋

ASAHI NARUHAYA - street food hunting date

Both of you enjoy eating!! So a street food hunting date is perfect for the both of you.

The two of you would stroll all over the place with plastic bags in hand, one food after another. He too would bought you both a matching couple items like a tshirt with the design 'I love her" "And I love foods!" Is what written on the shirts

You too would go around eating as you both walk around the street buying taiyakis, takoyaki and tempura prawn and eat for the rest of the day

Lastly, not very much of street foods you both got to the conbini and bought instant ramen and eat at the street together talking about life (real)

YUDAI IMAMURA/OKUHITO IEMON - double date

its either you as imamura's girlfriend or iemon's girlfriend ( u choose)

the date is 'at home cooking date' you and him would compete with the other couple making pizzas with diff portions to see whos capable to be the winner ( winner dont have to clean afterwards) 😜

it ended up you and him won and after that the four of you settled on the couch to watch movie

GURIMU IGARASHI - stay at home date

you know how igarashi hates living in the temple, he took the advantage of his father liking you and told him he'll be staying at your house for a day. Of course you had to play along with him that it benefits you too , to have a date with after a LONG time!

It can help you both to also concentrate on each other

You can cook together.

You can eat together.

Make memories for two.

KIRA RYOSUKE - elegant and dance date

My man would go all out! He prepared the FANCIEST date for you going to the FANCIEST restaurant, eating the FANCIEST food. He'll make sure you had the chance to dress up, making sure you feel special, smiling as he romance you.

Bought you a fancy fashionable pure white dress and a full makeover (not that you are not beautiful in his eyes, he just wanted to make sure everyone drooled at what his so he can feel proud of himself for having an angel sent from heaven as his gf)

After the date, he'll bring you to a place that is less crowded so he can play good music for you both to dance on

Get sweaty, groove and get down ;) 😻🤞

[livinghostly]

cat’s out of the bag — kei tsukishima x reader

a/n: first tsukishima fic! first haikyuu fic! open to requests and also criticism! wc: 1.6k karasuno boys volleyball practice gets interrupted by an unfamiliar face. fluff/humor. tanaka and noya shenanigans.

tsukishima narrowed his eyes at his teammates on the other side of the net, their practice match had been going on for thirty minutes and they were still neck and neck for the first set. his fingers were becoming red and strained from being hit by the ball so much– but that meant he was doing good, so he really couldn't complain. well, he could. and he had no issue doing so.

"all these spikes, and are you getting any better short stack?" he taunted, looking down at the ginger. "really, if this keeps up, i'm going to have bruises on my hands by tomorrow. you could at least try aiming for an opening."

"what?" hinata stomped towards the net, his offense nearly loud enough to echo through the gym. "practice is supposed to be helping us get better, what are you complaining for?"

"if it were an actual challenge, i would be getting better," he let out a dramatic sigh.

from behind him, tanaka called out. "stop arguing and get back into position so asahi can serve the ball!"

the boys did as they were told, tsukishima falling back into line with kageyama and tanaka. the ball went straight over their heads, though nishinoya provided a perfect receive, squaring out his body. then, tanaka was the one to spike it– or attempt. suga shot it back down with his block.

"come on, man!"

the next round started up again, the served ball slapping against tadashi's forearm before being saved by noya. to their right, the gym doors opened and closed with a thunk, though most of the boys were too caught up in the game to spare a slight glance in the direction.

sugawara noticed. his desperate curiosity tore his head that way, eyebrows drawing upward at an unfamiliar face. "who's that?"

plenty of people wandered in their gym during practice, primarily first years that get lost on the way to their club meetings. they almost immediately back out with apologies under the inquisitive stares of the third years— but this person didn't. instead, offered a small smile and stayed quiet. just watching.

daichi received the ball, hitting it up in the air towards their setter's direction. kageyama raised his hands and kept his eye on the ball, waiting for his signal. the ginger propelled forward, eyes barely open as the air from his jump hit him in the face.

tsukishima jumped, limbs straightened out to be as tall as he could be.

"hey, kei."

he faltered, the structure in his arms going weak, bending at the elbows. confusion flashed in his face at the voice, although familiar, unexpected. he looked to his right, eyes locking in with the proud grin you presented.

hinata's spike tore through tsukishima's now slack fingers. nishinoya didn't try to save it as it bounced against the hardwood floor. instead of lurching forward, his feet brought him to tanaka.

"woah!" "did she say kei?" "can i call you kei?"

the voices of his teammates all spoke up at once, two of the second years, along with hinata, crowding around tsukishima with wonder. he took in a deep breath

tanaka patted him on the back with heavy, unexpected force. "woah, tsukishima! how'd you get a pretty girl like that to come to practice?"

"yeah, what are you, some secret casanova?" nishinoya barked out laughter at his own joke.

tsukishima sighed, pushing up his glasses after they slid down from tanaka's hit. he straightened his posture, now towering over the boys more than before.

"she's my girlfriend, you idiots."

his teammates froze, bodies becoming stiff as sticks as they stared. as he pushed past the suffocating crowd that had formed around him, their eyes followed. mouths dropped open, and eyebrows were brought together in an expression that could only be described as horror.

as he made his way over to you, the third years tried to console the frightened boys. you could hear suga in the distance, "come on, guys. what are you freaking out for?" the only response he got was wordless babbles.

each step brought a larger grin to your face, despite his stoic expression. he blocked the view of his teammates once he came to a stop in front of you, with minimal space left between the two of you.

"you did that on purpose," tsukishima said, as matter-of-fact. he wasn't wrong.

"i could see the scoreboard. they deserved a point."

"no wonder you're not in any sports clubs, you're too soft for competition." he straightened up, glancing to the caged clock adorning the wall next to them. it wasn't even 4:00. "speaking of, what are you doing here? aren't you supposed to be in—"

"meeting ended early," you answered, then tilted your head. a small smirk ghosted over your lips. "don't act like this isn't a pleasant surprise, pretty boy."

at the mention of your pet name for him, a slow blush blossomed at the tip of his ears. soon enough it would be spreading to his cheeks.

from the benches, the boys looked on. they couldn't seem to break their gaze, eyes following each movement in analysis. the way he turned his head away slightly when he spoke, and despite his blank expression your smile never left your face, you adored him— was he standing taller?

your fingers subtly, or it would have been subtle, if not for the onlookers, delicately reached out and toyed with his fingertips. he didn't stop you, didn't bother to glance down either. there was a brief moment where his thumb swept over the back of your hand before falling slack in your grip again, letting you do as you pleased.

a question lingered in the back of tsukishima's mind, he trained his eyes on you and tried to figure out the answer before he'd ever ask.

"tsukishima!" the tone was almost angry.

it was then that your smile was wiped away, eyebrows raised in surprise as you looked over to the benches. small doubt pressed on your stomach, wondering if you broke some rule by interrupting practice.

"are you gonna introduce us to your girlfriend, or what?"

the blond's head rolled over his shoulder to look at them, regretting his decision as he met their giddy expressions.

as you reached them, tadashi waved excitedly. "hey, y/n!"

"you knew about them, tadashi?" hinata questioned, straining his neck next to the green-haired boy as if to intimidate. seeing him stand on his tippy toes, you stifled a laugh.

"well, yeah-"

"why didn't you tell us?" tanaka cut him off, mirroring the ginger on tadashi's opposite side and leaning in dangerously close to his face. "what, are we keeping secrets from each other now?"

"i wouldn't mind," tsukishima muttered. if he still had the attention, they would've watched as he side-stepped slightly in your direction. you bumped his arm with a playful glare.

tadashi babbled off an answer, a half-assed one at that. he faltered under the looming shadows of his teammates, betrayal prominent in their faces. as he slouched and brought his hands up to his chest in fear, you shook your head and looked up to your boyfriend.

he looked as if he'd rather be dead.

a new face jumped in front of you, his proximity catching you by surprise. he had his hands on his hips and puffed his chest proudly. you furrowed your eyebrows, racking your brain for a name blonde tuft of hair at the forefront of his brunette cone and a devilish grin that took up most of his face.

"it's nishinoya, right?"

his eyes lit up and the inquisitive demeanor dropped. he looked from tsukishima, to you, back to tsukishima. he swelled with pride and you could've sworn that he'd fallen in love with the blond.

"tsukki," he sang in adoration, "you talk about us?"

"woah, i didn't expect that," daichi laughed, placing a hand on the back of his neck to clamp down on the slight nervousness.

kageyama rolled his eyes, looking off to the court. "we all know it's nothing good anyway."

you smirked, looking up at tsukishima. you had the opportunity to throw him to the wolves, which would undoubtedly bestow a lifetimes worth of teasing. he met your gaze, and a part of you expected a nonverbal plead to keep quiet. instead, his eyes were cold and daring. do it, he challenged.

but you wouldn't. and he knew that. for as long as the teammates would hold the compliments against him, no matter how backhanded they were, he would hold his grudge against you for letting it out in the first place.

"it's nice to meet you, y/n!" sugawara finally stepped forward, waiting his turn.

"you're suga?"

"yeah, that's me. the hair was a giveaway, right?" he chuckled nervously, blushing.

the boys had you guessing their names as they welcomed you to the court, tanaka laughing loudly at his own jokes toward tsukishima. you giggled along until daichi slapped his back as a warning to play nice.

they tried to pry information out of you, anything that could be damaging to tsukishima's reputation. fortunately for him, you kept your mouth shut, instead opting to talk about the team.

"we should go."

tsukishima's voice cut through the bouncing energy of the group.

"what? kei, you still have practice—" you started,

"how can i practice when these idiots are giving me a headache?" he drawled. he looked at you with his eyebrows drawn upward and together. his way of saying please when he couldn't force the word out of his mouth.

grinning, you prompted, "ice cream?"

"fine."

he turned away and walked towards the gym doors leading outside, and you picked up speed to catch up with him. a chorus of mocking "aw"'s were called out from behind.

you waved goodbye to the team, making sure to say how nice it was to meet them. even your goodbye's were cut short, your boyfriend speeding up to reach outside and you scrambled to follow.

once away from the crowd, he linked his hand with yours.

"that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"i'm never hearing the end of it."

[murdereddaydreams]

Perfect

Warnings: Smut (MDNI), mirror sex, praise, unprotected sex, creampie, soft dom Asahi, insecurities, self body image problems

Content: Asahi Azumane x Fem!Plus Size Reader

A/N: My part in the Chubby Chasers collab hosted by @kyovtani! Please we all know that Asahi would be the absolute sweetest in the whole world to his partner and would love every single piece of them with all his heart because he's what? The best fucking boy!

Word Count: 2,817

The night wasn't supposed to end this way. It wasn't supposed to end with you feeling like you weren't good enough to be with your boyfriend. The day had started simple, you promised Asahi to help him backstage with the fashion show for his newest line but something about being around those models, those fit models, did a number to you. You saw the way they gawked at him and the way that they scowled at you, the way they tried to flirt with him right in front of you. They didn't care that either of you called the other pet names, stole little pecks here and there, they didn't care about any of it. But the thing that hurt the most? Overhearing a small group of them comment on how the hot designer could do so much better than his pudgy girlfriend.

And you know what? They were right. You were by no means fit, having a bit more meat on your bones than deemed appropriate by society's beauty standards. It was something you dealt with your whole life and it seemed it was just how you were meant to be no matter what you tried, you were just… bigger. Asahi, well, he might not be as active as he once was when he was on his high school volleyball team but he was still pretty fit. His body still maintained that perfect balance of muscle that made many people do a double take when they saw him. A double take when they saw you clinging to his arm as you went about your errands together. You hadn't realized you had been silent the whole ride home until the car finally came to a stop in front of your shared home.

"What's wrong?" Asahi's deep voice rang through the car, cutting through the silent tension that had slowly built during the drive. All you could muster was a meek little "nothing" before rushing out of the car to try and get into the house. His response to this? A simple sigh as he followed behind you. He had an idea what was wrong, having heard the snide comments but feared saying something that could potentially have made a model quit in the middle of the show. His suspicions were correct when he made his way into the bedroom, seeing you standing in front of the mirror and grabbing at your belly that was peeking through your lifted shirt.

"You know they're wrong, right?"

"...How could they be wrong Asahi? Look at me and look at you, you could have any girl you want, you know?" That last comment made him scoff, what other girl could he want when he had you? He came up behind you, hands coming to remove your hands from your flesh before he wrapped his arms around your waist. He leaned his chin down onto your shoulder as he watched you through your joined reflections.

"Is that so? I guess it's true then because I already have you." Before you could protest, his lips began to slowly and gently kiss along your exposed neck. "I already have the most beautiful girl I've ever met, someone absolutely perfect in every way. All the way from her smart brain to her kind heart and down to her toes." His hands slowly slid from your belly to your hips while he spoke, touch lighter than a feather before he took hold of your hips to pull you back against him.

"Asahi… you know you don't have to say that just because you're dating me, right?" Truth was though, hearing those words from him made your heart flutter. You knew he was being honest, not being one to hide his feelings when he decided to finally share what he felt. Another truth? The soft kisses and touches caused you to close your thighs together because they were doing more than just easing your mind at that moment.

"I know I don't have to but it's what I think. You're the only one that's able to get my heart racing and… my blood pumping with a simple look." As if to emphasize his words, he firmly pressed against the plump flesh of your ass so you could feel his half hard cock. Sure, the models were the ones on the stage but all he could picture was you wearing the outfits and how you would model them at home when he would finish each piece. You were the one that inspired him, his muse, the reason he was so passionate about what he did. Maybe he couldn't have you model on stage because his management didn't think it would be a good idea but each piece was always inspired by you.

At the feeling of his cock pressing against you, you couldn't hold back the little gasp. He was getting hard already? He hadn't even undressed you, you two were just simply standing in front of a mirror together. His eyes felt like they were burning into you with how intensely he was staring at you, one of the hands on your hips making its way to unbutton your jeans so he could slip a hand in. His fingers gently toyed with your clothed slit, trying to take his time with your body so you could see just how beautiful you truly were, every single curve and dip that belonged to you.

"You're beautiful, okay? No one in the world can ever compare to you no matter how hard they try because you, you'll always be the most stunning person to me." The little whimpers that escaped you as his fingers expertly teased your heat only encouraged him further. The pressure slowly grew firmer as he easily found your clit through your panties. Instinctively, a hand came down to grab at his wrist when you felt the new sensation that was met with a soft growl from the usually timid man. You may have eased your hold on him but your hand still held onto him, a poor means to ground yourself as you watched yourself slowly coming undone from just this. "I want you to watch everything, yeah? Just watch how breathtaking you really are, pumpkin."

Who were you to deny him of what he asked of you? You simply couldn’t, not when he used that tone of voice he got when he had every intention of fucking you. He wanted to make sure you knew just how beautiful you were in his eyes and if that meant he had to make you watch yourself get lost in the pleasure only he was allowed to provide you then so be it. You needed more of his touch, craved it like a mad woman. The way he let him know this? You simply began to pull your jeans off which he gladly helped you with. What you didn’t expect was for him to drop down with them as he moved to kneel in front of your body.

“Just because I’m not up there anymore, that doesn’t mean I want you to look away, got it?” You were too caught up to say anything to him, glancing down at him quickly to look back into the mirror. There you got a view of him pulling down your panties, his hands nudging your legs apart just enough so he could nuzzle his face against your core. Asahi was a very giving man and this was no different, he loved to give all that you could take and then some. The same man that everyone thought was a pushover for you was also the same man that would have you crying out in pleasure as he took what he wanted. Of course you never complained about the action, always receiving more than your fair share of pleasure.

“A-Asahi…!” His name came out in a surprised whisper, hands flying down to his hair. All he had done was spread your glistening lips enough for him to be able to press his lips against your clit. You swore you could feel him smirking already, lips moving to gently take your little bundle of nerves into his mouth just enough to lightly suck. Your chest rose and fell, your hands gripping his hair like your life depended on it. Your knees would have surely given out had it not been for his hands firmly holding you in place. Asahi had become an expert in your body, knowing how you liked to be eaten out amongst other things. Without giving it much thought, his tongue would slip down enough to prod at your entrance before he would travel back up to flick against your clit, giving it a little suck before repeating the process over again. It was almost as if you were his favorite meal with how eagerly he slurped at your slick and if you asked him, he surely would have said that you were.

During all of this, you fought hard to keep your eyes open enough to be able to watch yourself. You saw the way your face flushed, the heat giving it a distinct faint hue while the lights caught the slight sheen of sweat covering every inch of your skin. Your lips were parted just enough to allow your little moans and pleas to escape and your ears took in the sounds coming from the man in front of you. You couldn’t help it, the sight alone of everything was slowly bringing you closer and closer to the edge. You were sure if you could see his face, he would look happier than a puppy that just got a treat. The kicker that finally pushed you over the edge was the moment he easily slipped in two of his thick fingers into your needy hole. The way they began to pump in and out of you, the curve he provided with his fingers just enough to press against that spot inside of you that caused you to see stars was all too much. Before you could warn him, you gushed all over his face with a shrill cry of his name.

Slowly, he began to slow his ministrations so that you could ride out your high before he would finally pull away. His face was covered in your slick, a smile on his face as he looked up at you. His hands came to the sides of your thighs, gently rubbing up and down your flesh as he leaned forward just enough to press kisses against your inner thighs.

“Did you see it? See how beautiful you are? How perfect everything about you is?” Making sure to be able to keep you upright, he slowly rose to stand in front of you. He closed the gap between you two, lips moving in perfect sync with yours as he gave you the chance to taste yourself on his tongue. His hands caressed your hips as they moved up to remove your shirt, happy to see that you had already taken your bra off. Without hesitating, he leaned down to take one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around the pebbled flesh as one hand came to massage the other.

“Y-yes… I did but Asahi please… will you fuck me already?” Something about those words caused him to shoot his attention up and stare right at you. He always searched your face for anything that would tell him to stop and when he wouldn’t catch that, he would eagerly nod. Today was no different and when he saw the almost pleading look in your eyes, he backed you into the bed. Your knees hit the edge and this caused you to fall onto your back, the giant that you loved towering over you at this moment. He seemed mesmerized with you, watching you and taking in every feature. The thing that seemed to have him break from his trance? The moment you lifted your knees to your chest to present your plump and eager cunt to him. To him, it was the most inviting sight ever. The look of your soft sex, the perfect squish of your thighs pressing against your belly, and even the look of your full breasts just calling to him. He couldn’t handle much more of it, barely managing to remove his shirt before deciding that taking his pants off fully would cut into the time he had to pound into you.

“Whatever my princess wants is what my princess gets…” He reached down and undid his own jeans just enough to be pulled halfway down his ass before pulling out his member from the confines of his underwear. No matter how often you two had sex, you would never get over just how perfect his cock was. It was exactly what you would have asked for, big enough to have you gasping and feeling full without feeling like you were going to die from it. Not to mention just how pretty the head would become when he would neglect himself for as long as he had to focus on you, such an angry red and leaking precum all due to you. Finally, he began to guide himself to your entrance, gently pushing himself in inch by inch until he was fully sheathed inside of you.

His hands replaced yours at the back of your knees, sighing happily as he felt your warmth envelop him. The way that you clenched around him felt like heaven as well, your pussy still sensitive from the orgasm you had not that long ago. As much as he wanted to move, he waited until you gave him a nod. The moment you did, his hips reeled back just enough to where only the tip was still inside of your heat before he would snap his hips forward again to completely bury himself once again. He repeated this process over again, soon finding a rhythm where he was able to go slow yet reach deep within you. His eyes tried their hardest to take in everything that they could at once. He watched the way your face was contorted in ecstasy, the way your breasts jumped with each thrust, and even the way that your knuckles were slowly turning pale from how hard you were gripping the sheets underneath you.

All of that was amazing to him but the best part was where your bodies were connected, the way that you seemed to suck him back in every time he would pull out to the way that your hips would buck up in a desperate attempt to bring him back to you. He was sure to finish sooner rather than later as he simply lost himself in you. This seemed all the more true when he leaned down, his chest pressed against your own as his elbows hooked under your knees to keep you spread nice and wide for him. Having him so close allowed you to finally wrap your arms around him, nails scratching his back as you could feel your second orgasm coming sooner rather than later. Especially so when you felt him angle his hips in a way that caused him to brush against your cervix and his pelvic bone brushing against your clit with each thrust.

“Azu… close… so close…” All you received in response to your announcement was a low growl as his face buried in the crook of your neck and shoulder. Your skin was getting covered in kisses, soft praises of ‘good girl’ being whispered with each cry you gave. His hips never ceased, his thrusts seeming to get sloppier the longer he went and the more you clenched around him. It was almost like a wave crashed down on you both suddenly, his hips giving one last thrust to bury himself deep within you as you gripped like a vice. Screams of each other’s names echoed around the bedroom as you creamed around his cock and he painted your walls white. You simply took deep breaths, trying to gain enough air in your lungs to speak after that intense orgasm.

“Now… I need you to never forget how much I love you, okay?” He slowly raised himself off you, just enough so he could look down at you with a smile. He gave you a sweet kiss, one that you quickly returned. “I could never love anyone like I love you and there is no one else that can compare to you, all of you.”

“I won’t question it again, I love you too. Could you maybe show me how much you love me again?” Now that question caused him to give you a smirk, one he held when he planned on making sure neither of you slept well that night. It's a good thing neither of you had any plans for the following day, you would definitely need the rest.

Taglist: @screamin-abt-haikyuu

[fanfic-chan]

Hello there! Can I have tickletober number 12 or 10 with lee Kageyama from haikyuu? The lers probably just his teammates from karasuno XD

Ok. So uh. This was actually a request that I got last tickletober, but unfortunately I never got to fill it due to lack of time. However, I still liked the idea I had for this prompt a lot, so I kept it! I'm truly sorry for how ridiculously late this is, but here it is regardless! Almost an entire year late!^^` I sincerely hope this somewhat makes up for the ridiculous amount of time it took me to get to it haha!

Hoodwinked

Lers: Karasuno Teammates

Lee: Kageyama

"Ugh! Stop laughing and get me out of this already!"

Kageyama growled in frustrated embarrassment at his teammates' hysterical laughter, cheeks burning as he continued to struggle around uselessly in the much to small sweater.

He wasn't really sure how he'd ended up accidentally grabbing Hinata's hoodie instead of his, but regardless of how it happened, he was really regretting it now, with his arms flailing about awkwardly over his head and his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he tried to pull it off without much luck.

"Aww come on Kageyama, don't be like that! Don't you think you should try to be a little nicer to the people you're asking for help from? Hmm~?" Tanaka teased as he made his way over to his irritated kouhai, giving his exposed side a little poke for emphasis, and he barked out a surprised laugh when the action caused the younger to jump away from him with a surprised yelp.

Feeling both inspired and a little mischievous by the grumpy setter's reaction, the older player continued to pepper his underclassman's torso in teasing pokes and scribbles, causing the poor first year to fall into a fit of barely stifled giggles as he blindly tried to stumble away from his devious upperclassman, only for Noya to soon bounce over with a giggle and join in not a minute later, leaving him trapped with no way to properly defend himself against their antics.

"AH! N-Noya?! Mmph! Ehehehe-mhmphehe!! No! G-Gehehehet offa me you jeheherks!! Lehehet go!" Kageyama demanded, trying his best to sound angry, but not really doing a very good job of it through his barely muffled giggling.

Tanaka and Noya both shared a look with eachother. He wasn't fooling anyone. Everyone in the club knew by now that despite his cold looks and stubborn personality, Kageyama really did enjoy fun moments like this. He would just sooner die than admit it, and it didn't take long before the duo had the poor setter sinking to the floor in ticklish defeat, giggling happily despite his earlier protests.

"Should we help him?" Asahi asked, an amused, if slightly concerned look on his face as he observed their underclassmens' antics. Daichi couldn't help but chuckle a little at the funny scene himself. "Hm... Nah. Let's give them a minute. The kid seemed kinda tense today anyway. They won't push it to far." He decided, sealing the poor first year's fate as he turned away to continue changing.

Upon hearing Daichi give the closest thing to his seal of approval for such chaos you could get, a few others soon joined in, Kinoshita and Narita taking it upon themselves to gently pin the younger players kicking legs down to avoid any unintentional injuries and Ennoshita doing the same with his flailing arms, helping to undo the already halfway off hoodie while he was at it.

Hinata had practically sprung at the chance to mess with his best friend, a bright smile on his face despite the fact that it was his own hoodie that had undoubtedly just been stretched out.

"Hehehe~! Tickle Tickle Bakageyama!!" He teased as he kneeled down to start scribbling underneath his knees, and he laughed when this action caused the ravenette to spasm, his giggling finally turning into pure, unfiltered peals of laughter.

"NYAH!! NAHAHAHASTAHAAP!!" Kageyama squealed, eyes squeezed shut and body squirming as much as he could manage with them pinning him the way they were, which unfortunately for him, wasn't a lot. "TH-THIHIHIS IHIHISN'T FAHAHAIR!!"

"Are you gonna stop being such a grump then?" Ennoshita asked, sounding an awful lot like their traitorous captain, who was for some reason uknown to Kageyama, allowing them to proceed with their chaos.

"BUHUT I WASN'T EVEN BEHEING A GRU- YAAAHAAH NO!! OKAY! OKAY OKAHAHAY I WILL! JUHUHUST LEMME GOHOHO ALREHEADY!!" He pleaded, giving in, and Ennoshita finally waved the others off of him, ruffling his kouhai's hair with an amused smile before standing up.

"Hehe- Ehehehehe! Th-Thahahat was sohoho uncahalled for..." The setter complained through excess giggles, muttering a bashful word of thanks when Tanaka helped him to sit up and handed him his water bottle, which he chugged gratefully.

"Oh come off it Kageyama, you know you were having just as much fun as the rest of us. You're just to stubborn and embarrassed to admit it. Isn't that right kouhai? Hey! I see you smiling! Don't hide from me!" The second year teased, giving his flustered underclassman's side a friendly tweak when he tried to cover up his blushing face from the callout.

"Ah! Ok ok fihihine! It was... It wahahas... It was kinda fun ok? Cuhuhut it out, hehehe.." The setter finally admitted in a giggly whisper, ears reddening as he nervously looked around to make sure none of their other teammates had heard him. Thankfully, the majority of them had already turned away to start changing and digging through their bags again, and the setter chuckled a little when he spotted Hinata whining about his, now stretched out, sweatshirt. Served the little jerk right for joining their senpai in destroying him.

He grumbled a little under his breath when Tanaka merely laughed at his embarrassed state and ruffled his hair as he stood up, offering him a hand up as well.

"Whatever you say Kageyama. Come on, I'll buy you a meatbun at Coach's store since I'm the one who started this anyway. Think that'll be enough for me to convince you not to get revenge on me?" He joked, smiling as he pulled him to his feet.

"Hmm. Maybe... Throw in a milk carton and you've got a deal."

"Haha! You got it kouhai!"