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13a07s · 3 months ago

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Loosen Up #1

(Kenjiro Shirabu)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to rainbowstrucklizard]

Requested by: Myself, I guess

[Idea inspired by a character drawling video on Pinterest; Made by eleeza. Here's the link: https://pin.it/13pr3efSy]

Drawling I Got

Classmate - Tendo

Mentor - Nishanoya

Lover - Shirabu

Rival - Yaku

Position - Libero

Best Friend - Tanaka

Sibling - Shirofuku

Team - Shiratorizawa

Childhood Friend - Kindaichi

Word Count: 4,219

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Bruises

Name Calling: Mamas, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart

Toxic Jealousy

Lack of Relationship Boundaries

Divorce/Broken Home

Little heated in the second section

Part Two to Come

After going through this again, I realize I misspelled his name like 90 times but I’m too lazy to fix it

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Kenjiro's fingers squeeze my wrist again, gripping me harder than before. My eyes flicker down, glancing at the connection between us. Old bruises are coated on my skin, hidden under my rubber bracelets and his fingers. He slowly pulls my wrist, moving his touch further down my arm to brush kisses across the darkened skin. He barely looks at me as his eyes trail to the parking lot.

I don't know what his obsession with my wrists is. It's probably a setter thing. At least that's what the rest of the Shiratorizawa players tell me.

The boys are steering with the arrival of the rest of the teams invited to the training camp. It's going to be a long week with us, Aboa Johsai, Nekoma, Karasuno, and Fukurodani all jammed into one gym. Coach Washijo agreeing to host a training camp is nervous enough without so many people I know being around. I know that's what has Kenjiro on edge. On the plus side, everyone knows Ushijima's recent 'lack of enjoyment' during practices is why we're hosting a training camp.

Disgust, excitement, and anticipation swirl in my stomach as I watch the sprouts of Karasuno black and Nekoma red mix in the parking lot, the two arriving teams greeting each other. The boys, the coaches, and I sit in the gym, waiting. The team is supposed to be stretching as the coaches and I oversee their work.

That's not what's happening. The boys are half-assing their stretches, Kenjiro fully lying on the gym floor as he dots my wrist in kisses. The coaches are huddled by the door, glancing out as much as their players, watching as the two teams filter toward the gym.

"Don't," Kenjiro starts, pulling my ping-ponging sight away from the other teams. "Don't be all... all huggy on Tanaka and Nishinoya... or whatever," he mutters, nipping at my wrist before he drops it onto his chest. His fingers keep flexing around the bone, not so calmly keeping it pressed against himself.

I watch him for a beat, trying to read the expression he's trying to keep off his face. Kenjiro is a jealous person. A very jealous person. Jealousy that shines through whenever Karasuno is around, more specifically, their hot-headed winged spiker with a concerning infatuation with his manager and my old training partner that's a little touchy about his height.

I lean over, letting my elbow dig into his side to prop myself up as I bend over Kenjiro. "I'm with you, Shirabu," I murmur, his last name feeling heavy on my tongue. It feels weird referring to him in such a way, but I want to be respectful to him while the other teams are here.

"I know," he whispers, keeping his eyes focused on messing with my bracelets.

"Do you?" I ask, inching closer to brush my lips against his.

"Ya." The word comes out as a hiccup, Kenjiro's focus flickering between my eyes and my lips. I slowly move further down, closing the tiny gap with a light kiss. It doesn't stay light for long, his hands jumping up to bury themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, and into a deeper kiss. "I know," he repeats his agreement when we separate, his touch going gentle, fingertips sliding through the strands of my hair.

"Don't listen to him," one of the other boys cut in, breaking the gentle moment between us and catching our attention. "I give it twenty minutes tops until Youngin's fist is in Tanka's face. If not Tanaka, then definitely Yaku's," Tendo teases, the redhead smirking with his teeth poking through his grin.

"It was one time," Kenjiro hisses, jerking the two of us up and into a sitting position. Both his hands settle around my wrists, pushing my flattened palms against his chest as his thumbs rub against my bruises.

"Ya, one time every chance you get to knock Nekoma's libero around," Tendo keeps on the issue, giggling at his personal reminder of the heat between Yaku and me that Kenjiro chooses to carry with himself as well.

In middle school, during a co-op volleyball fundraiser between Chidoriyama and Ushimi, Yaku and I had a nasty run-in during a match. The little shit was too confident in himself, ignoring my call for the ball and diving for it anyway. I got banged around a bit and ended up with a concussion. My fourth concussion to be exact, which with advice, more like orders, from my doctors, ended my days as a volleyball player.

Over the past two years, I've tried to let it go. To convince myself that it wasn't Yaku's fault. That it was an accident. That there's no one to blame. To talk about my feelings and thoughts about no longer being able to play volleyball full-time. To convince myself that I'm happy just being a manager. Some days it's true, and I feel at peace with what happened and where it landed me.

Other days I can't feel anything except sadness and rage at my future plans being ripped from my hands and shredded right in front of me. Days I feel so much anger with Yaku and his over-confidence that it makes me sick to my stomach. Having him around swings things toward the worse more than the better.

"Leave it alone, Tendo. It's a hard enough day on Shirofuku-Chan without you opening old wounds," the team's captain - Ushijima's - monotoned voice butts in, a warning hand gripping his middle blocker's shoulder.

"There's no old wounds to open," I murmur, trying to keep the venom out of my voice. It's hard to do so while glaring at Yaku rubbing up to Nishinoya right outside the gym doors.

"You heard the lady," Kenjiro butts in, jumping to his feet before helping me off the floor too. "No old wounds, so let's focus on the training camp," he tells the older boys, his tone a bit snipping as his hand finds its way back around my wrist.

"Alright," Tendo purrs, ignoring his Captain's physical warning. He wraps his arm around Ushijima's neck, as relaxed as ever. "As long as you focus on your dick going into our manager and not the possibility of Karasuno's libero and spiker playing Effie tower. Oh, or maybe some hate sex between Yaku and Shirofuku-Chan. Steamy."

Kenjiro snaps his head around, face suffocating in anger, and his mouth snapping open to respond. He doesn't get the chance too though.

"Thank you for having us!" The two visiting teams greet us, splotches of black and red sprayed across the room as they bow to us.

"Thank you for coming!" We greet them in return, offering bows of our own to them.

When I'm back standing straight, Tanaka is halfway across the gym already and Nishinoya is a step ahead of him. "Shirofuku-Chan!" They both scream, their attack locked on me.

"Boys," I yelp in return, sidestepping Noya's attempt to body slam me.

Kenjiro happily takes me into his hold, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against himself. "Boys," he grumbles, eyes and fingertips caught on messing with my bracelets again.

"Hello, Shirabu-Chan," the two of them say in unison, their tones airy and teasingly sweet as they greet my boyfriend. "I hope you've been treating my star pupil right," Noya half-teases, half-pries. He doesn't take any of Kenjiro's jealousy shit, eagerly hugging me despite the tight hold I'm in. "Has he been treating you right, Mamas?" He asks, a hand cupping my chin and jerking my head back and forth, scanning for destress he's not going to find.

"He's been treating me prefect," I start, pulling Noya's hand off my face. "And I've told you a hundred times, stop calling me Mamas. It's disrespectful to Shirabu."

His smile weavers a bit, eyes coating over me for more signs of possible crimes he can accuse my boyfriend of. "I just want to make sure you're taken care of is all. An old friend looking out," Noya mutters, jerking my arm up to glance over the bruises dusting my wrists. "Are you playing again?" He asks, aiming the question at Kenjiro.

"No," I whisper, jerking my arm away from him and snuggling into Kenjiro's tighter hold. "I help Akakura practice and such. The whole libero thing, you know?"

"Mamas - "

"Nothing serious," I cut him off, already bracing for the lecture Nishinoya is preparing. "Just some passes and such. Besides, you know Kenjiro has his whole nervous - "

"Habit of littering you in bruises," my old training partner butts in, his eyebrows pushed together and jaw locked. Noya and Kenjiro have always butted heads, the two closest boys in my life both believing they know what's best for me. "I don't know about Shirabu, but I know I'd never leave my woman with - "

"That's enough, buddy." Tanaka wraps his arm around his best friend, holding Noya in a headlock before giving him a nuggey.

"Get off you big lug!" Noya shrieks, trying to fight his way out of the hold. "You're going to mess up my hair."

"And you're going to piss off Shirabu and more importantly, Shirofuku-Chan by throwing accusations like that around. Shiro-Chan is a tough cookie. She'd beat Shirabu's ass for even thinking about laying a hand on her, ain't that right, babe?" Tanaka sends me a wink, finally letting his friend go.

Nishinoya puffs his chest out after he recovers from his stumble, his hands busy trying to fix his hair. "Thanks, Tanka, now I have to go find a bathroom to fix my hair in." He turns his attention to me for a second, darting forward to give me a side hug and a kiss on my cheek. "Love ya, Mamas. I'll see you in a bit." The second half comes out more as a threat than a parting, the words sharp and aimed at my boyfriend.

Kenjiro lets the empty threat roll off his back, his focus on rubbing the non-evident kiss off my cheek.

"Stop freaking out, dude," Tanka grumbles, gripping my arms and pulling me away from my boyfriend. "Hey Babe," he greets, crushing me in a bear hug. "We've missed your spark around the gym and Noya is getting a little too comfortable with none of the first years being a threat to his position."

"Ya, well, she belongs at Shiratorizawa, and it's where she's going to stay," Kenjiro hisses, gripping my wrists to pull me away from Tanka and back to being pressed against himself. His hands wander over me, brushing my clothing like the spiker left a layer of dust on me or something. "And stop calling her Babe. Nishinoya and you don't know how to respect boundaries."

Tanaka throws his hands up in defeat, taking slow steps away from me. "Sorry, Dude. You know we don't mean anything by it. Just greeting a friend and all." The grin on his face only pisses Kenjiro off more. "Loosen up a bit, would you? Neither of us wants anything to do with your girl. I'll talk to Noya about back off the nicknames. Will that chill you out?"

I hold my breath, my eyes flickering between Tanaka's calm demeanor and Kenjiro’s jump-started jealousy. It's going to be a very long week if this keeps up. I tip my head backward, resting it on my boyfriend's shoulder. "Baby?" Slowly, his head tips down, eyes tearing away from my friend to look down at me. I stretch up higher, standing on my tippy toes so our lips brush when I speak. "They're just friends, promise. I'm with you."

Kenjiro softly sighs, brushing a kiss to my lips before burying his head against my neck. "I know, I know, I know. Sorry, Sweetheart." Reluctantly, he pulls back from me, his fingertips lagging on my wrist before he pulls that away too. "Go say bye to your friend before we go to join the rest of the team." His words come out sharp, hesitant, and drowning in jealousy, but he's trying, which I appreciate.

I keep my movements slow as I head toward Tanka, trying not to show too much excitement. "Hey Ba - er - Shiro-Chan," Tanka murmurs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and stamping a kiss on my forehead. "Good to see the Shi-ters are treating you well."

"Watch it," Kenjiro yelps, arms crossed over his chest as the want to rip me away from my friend burns across his skin.

"Whatever," Tanka murmurs, plopping another kiss on my forehead before pulling away. "I should go find Noya."

"Probably," I say lightly, rubbing my hands on my shorts. "See you guys in a bit."

The second Tanka steps away, Kenjiro is wrapped around me again, rubbing at my forehead as he lets his frame engulf me. "I'm sorry. I'm trying, really trying to be cool about them being here. About them touching up on you."

"It was just greetings. Besides, you didn't threaten Tanaka this time so I'm counting it as a win. Just loosen up. Trust me, Baby. I'm not leaving you."

"I know."

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My giggles and the sound of our kisses swim in the darkness outside the gym. The fluorescent lights melt out the windows and add a bit of color to the darkened grass under our feet. Kenijiro’s hands are all over me. In my hair, under my shirt, toying with the wire of my bra, tugging on the waistband of shorts, toying with the electric of my panties.

I jerk my head to the side, his lips crashing with my cheek instead of my mouth. "Sweetheart," he whimpers, thrusting his hips against me. "Come on, this is the first time I've gotten you alone for more than five seconds. Give me some kisses."

"I'll give you kisses, but I'm not going to let you fuck me against the gym wall."

Kenjiro whines, his lips turning their attention to attack my neck. "Why not, Sweetheart?"

"Because she's not a street corner girl."

We both freeze at the sound of a voice that doesn't belong to either of us. What we're doing isn't technically wrong. Incredibly embarrassing and definitely grounds for Coach Washijo to lecture us about 'being distracted' again, but not wrong per se.

We both slowly turn our heads toward the back door we snuck out of, taking a peak to see who's intruding on us. "Your sister is inside tearing the place apart looking for you," Kindaichi - the kid that lived next door during my younger years - teases. "Should I tell her Shiratorizawa's setter is outside feeling you up or?"

"Uh... Sweetheart? Who's that?" Kenjiro murmurs, his eyes snapping between the two of us.

"An old friend."

Kindaichi gasps at my explanation, placing a hand over his heart and one against his forehead. "An old friend? I thought we were more than that, Shiro-Chan. After all, you slept at my house more than your own. I think that earns me at least the best friend title."

"Tanka holds my best friend title."

"What," Kenjiro yelps, snapping his attention back to me. His hands lock around my wrists like always as he takes a step closer, squashing me against the wall again. "The hell are you doing spending the night at a Johsai spiker's house?"

"I haven't stayed at ‘Daichi's house in like four years. Remember when we talked about my parents' divorce?"

"Ya," he says carefully, his grip loosening on my wrists. "You said your sister decided to live with your Dad and you decided to stay with your Mom. The both of you spend two weeks in the summer with your Dad and two in the winter with your Mom. Other than that you guys don't cross paths unless your high schools are doing something together."

"What else?"

Kenjiro stays silent for a moment, running through all the things I've told him about my messy home life. "That the fighting used to get so bad you'd stay at the neighbor kid's house."

"Kenijiro met the neighbor kid. Kindaichi met my boyfriend."

The boys nod at each other, the tension lowering a bit but still settling pretty high. "Uh," Kindaichi murmurs, shifting his weight between his feet. "Your sister is actually looking for you, by the way. She's screaming her head off about you."

I shrug Kenjiro off of me, wiggling out of his hold to head back inside. His jealousy simmers higher the closer to my old friend I get. It's been a day of ups and downs when it comes to his jealousy. Sometimes he's been pretty loose about all the boys hanging around, other times he's been peak-ish and clingy when the players - more specifically, my friends that happen to have penises, hang around too close or too long.

"Hey, Shiro-Chan," Kindaichi greets, wrapping me in a hug. He's grown taller since the last time I saw him, his head easily burying into my hair instead of my neck like the last time I hugged him. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too. How's Johsai treating you?" I ask, stepping out of his hug and into Kenjiro’s waiting arms. My back to his chest, his arms around my waist, and his fingers wrapping around the rubber decorating my arms. At least his actions are more predictable than his jealous moods.

"It's been good. I'm a start."

I bounce in my spot, clapping my hands in excitement for him. "That's impressive as hell, ‘Dai-Chan! I'm so proud of you."

"Ya, well, it's not as impressive as getting into Shiratorizawa without a sports scholarship. How have they been treating you? You're a manager, right? That's why you're here?"

"Ya," I softly giggle, leaning into Kenjiro. His lips quickly find my neck, his nerves already starting to melt from the soft claims of partnership. "I've been managing the Shiratorizawa's Volleyball Club for two years now. Been with their pretty setter for one and a half."

Kindaichi hums, slowly nodding his head as he sizes up Kenjiro. "He's not your usual... personality type."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" My hand jumps up, digging my fingers into Kenjiro's hair to run through it, hoping to calm him down.

"Nothing, dude, nothing. It's just an observation. Shiro-Chan tends to go for more... more mellow guys is all."

"He's mellow," I murmur, my small defiance cooling my boyfriend's anger. He softly sighs, leaning into my touch as he lets his eyes fall closed. "A little territorial, but still mellow. He'll be chill by tomorrow I'm sure."

"He's your boyfriend," Kindaichi mutters, shrugging his shoulders as he glances around the grounds. "I recommend having him loosen up a bit, especially if he plans to survive your sister." His usual easy, lopsided smile is back on his face by the time his attention is on us again. "See you inside, Shiro-Chan?"

"Ya."

Kindaichi stays in his spot for a moment, slowly nodding as he watches my boyfriend coat my neck in sloppy open-mouthed kisses. Before a layer of awkwardness can fill the air, he turns and heads back inside.

"I swear to God," Kenjiro whispers into my skin. "If one more person tells me to 'loosen up' I'm going to lose my mind."

"Maybe if you weren't so jealous people wouldn't be digging into you about it."

"I'm not jealous, I'm just... territorial, like you said," he grumbles, sinking his teeth into my skin for a second before pulling away. "Is your sister really...?"

"She'll call you on your jealousy shit."

"I'm not jealous."

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The warmth of the gym feels good on my skin, quickly eating away the Spring chill that the night coated it in. Kenjiro is back to his usual level-headedness, courtesy of the repeated makeout sensation after Kindaichi left us outside alone again. His hand rests on the small of my back as he follows me back into the gym, his cheeks fleshed light enough to blame it on the coolness of the night.

"Imoto!" My sister shrieks across the gym, pulling everyone's attention to her. Yukie comes racing across the room, slowed down by the nets in her way and her want to not spill her chips on the ground. I'm not surprised to see her with a snack. It's more usual to see her without one.

"Hey, Yukie," I welcome in return, bracing for her lack of a stop that's sure to come.

"Is that any way to greet your older sister? No, it's not!" She continues yelling, her excitement shining through in her voice. As expected, Yukie doesn't slow down when she gets to me, body slamming me into a hug and scooting us back a step. "Greet me properly. Manners are important."

"Sorry, Onee-San," I murmur, letting her crush me in between her arms.

"God, it's been forever," she exaggerates with her voice back to the relaxed and calm manner she usually carries herself in. Yukie's arm is around me as her other hand runs through my hair, laying it flat as she checks out my most recent style. "You and that little boyfriend of yours," she teases, bouncing her eyebrows. "Need to come by one weekend and have dinner with Dad and me. You haven't been over in a couple months. Dad would enjoy seeing you."

"Ya, I know," I answer, the words barely audible. "But Shiratorizawa keeps us pretty busy on the weekends. Plus, it wouldn't kill you to come see Mom more than the ordered two weeks."

"I'm not spending any more time with that psycho than I have to," Yukie grumbles, twirling the ends of my hair. She freezes for a moment, glancing over me before kissing my cheek and pulling away. "Tanaka tells me your boyfriend is a little controlling. Nishanoya says the same thing. He also says you've been avoiding Yaku. Didn't you two make up?"

"Kenjiro isn't controlling and I thought we agreed you'd stop harassing my friend for information about me," I hiss with a tight smile stretching on my face. Yukie got everything good from our mother - manners, chill demeanor, and maturity, but she also got our Dad's bad habit - the need to know and be in the loop about everything. At least it helps her be a good manager, I guess.

"First, Tanaka and Nishanoya hunted me down. Those little womanizers," Yukie shakes her head but holds a loose smile on her face. One that quickly slides off when she focuses on me again. "Maybe if you answered my texts and calls I wouldn't have to get your life updates from your friends. Would it kill you to call me back?"

"Probably."

Yukie rolls her eyes, her attention falling to her chips for a moment as she thinks over the next thing to say. "You should talk to Yaku."

"I'm good."

My sister glares at me, her eyes slit and her jaw moving slowly to chew her snack. "At least go greet the guy. He's probably still beating himself up about the whole thing."

"You don't care what Yaku feels or thinks. You just want an opening with my boyfriend alone so you can scare him off," I grumble, my hand waving around behind me in search of Kenjiro. He steps forward, twisting his fingertips around my wrist and gently squeezing it, letting me know he's there. "It was nice seeing you, Onee-San. I look forward to catching up with you but we should probably go greet Aboa Johsai and the rest of Fukurodani."

"I look forward to it too," she murmurs, her eyes sharp and swimming in curiosity as I pull Kenjiro away from her.

My storm of an exit continues even after I pull us back out of the gym, heading toward the cabin down the path everyone is spending the week in. Without praying eyes around, Kenjiro settles closer to me, still enough room between us that he doesn't step on me but close enough that his body heat warms my back.

The soft click of his teeth fills our silent walk, a sign he's stuck debating on what he's going to say. "Spit it out," I hiss, stopping our footsteps two or three yards away from the cabin. My eyes lock on the lights spilling from the windows, jumping around all of them to catch glimpses of the people inside.

He stays still for a moment too before stepping closer, letting his arms wrap around me and leaving his chin to rest in my shoulder. "That was... quickly escalated."

I stew on his observation, letting my emotions run wild for a few breaths before settling them with a sigh, letting myself melt and lean into him more. "My sister has a habit of telling me everything I'm doing wrong. Not making time for Dad and her. Not answering her texts and calls. Not introducing you to Dad yet. Not talking to Yaku. Not greeting her right." Another sigh spills out, this one frustrating instead of calming.

Kenjiro trails a line of kisses over my shoulder, curving up my neck and over my jawline before settling his lips behind my ear. "That's just what older siblings do, correcting their younger siblings mistakes. Just let it roll off your back, Sweetheart. Loosen up a bit."

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your-next-daydream · 2 years ago

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I keep finding myself coming back to read this every little while and I felt like I should try and share it to a couple more people. Just know that even if you don't see it you are loved. No one knows your struggle better than you and no one can tell you how you personally feel.

He Sees Your Scars TW: Self Harm Scars

Wakatoshi Ushijima X Reader, Satori Tendou X Reader, Tsutomu Goshiki X Reader, Eita Semi X Reader

Request: Could you do how the shiratorizawa main five (Ushihima, Tendou, Goshiki, Semi, and Shirabu) would react to the readers self harm scars? I just did it again for the first time in two years and I feel pathetic. I understand if it’s to much to ask.

TW: Self Harm is the focus of this post please if this bothers you or is a difficult subject for you don’t read this, protect yourselves you should be your top priority be safe!!

Wakatoshi Ushijima

🦅 Toshi knew what he was looking at the moment that he saw them but he didn’t understand them.

🦅 See while Toshi had his fair share of troubles in his life there his emotional response was lacking, whereas yours seemed to have overflown. You were opposites but that may be where you start to help each other.

🦅 Toshi would ask a lot of questions because he wants to understand but you will have to tell him if you are uncomfortable talking about it because he’s not going to pick up on that.

🦅 He will stop asking immediately if you do tell him that you are uncomfortable but you will find that he watches you a little closer than he was before.

🦅 He would never ask you to cover them up, they are just as much a part of you as the color of your eyes, they tell part of your story and help to shape you into the person that you are.

🦅 He would also be afraid that he is going to hurt you if he grabs the area that your scars are, again something you have to explain to him.

🦅 Now if anyone else says anything he’s the first to defend you, he won’t listen if you ask him to walk away, he will make sure that they understand that they messed up.

🦅 Research in the form of Tendou, poor Tendou will have questions thrown at him with no context at all.

🦅 Toshi wouldn’t be the type to feel bad about never knowing, he knows that you were never close in school and by the time you had met you were in a better place.

🦅 “Please do not hide your struggles from me, I can carry us both, you only need to ask.”

Ushijima was never usually one for spontaneous visits but here he was standing at your dorm room door, you looked up at him and smiled he gave you a pilot smile back as he took that as his invitation to come in, you were going to go back to doing the rest of your homework while he got settled but then you realized that you were wearing your comfy clothes and they showed off more skin than usual and by consequence the scars that covered that skin, you reached for a blanket to wrap around your body when Ushijima spoke up “are you cold?” He asked, looking at you.

“I… Well no.” You answered.

“Then what are you doing?” He asked.

“You saw them didn’t you?” You asked and he tilted his head inquisitively “The scars.”

“Yes, what does that have to do with anything?” He asked, Ushijima was a smart man academically but if you asked him to understand someone’s feelings towards something it was going to be a very hard battle but that doesn’t mean that he isn’t going to try.

“Some people don’t like looking at them.” You informed him, you didn’t notice that he had moved closer until he was crouching in front of you.

“Do you want to hide them?” He asked.

“Well no I-”

“Then don’t I never want you to hide your struggles from me, I’ll carry us both you only need to ask.” He promised as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“So why did you come all the way here anyway?” You asked with a small smile on your face as you made space for him.

“I need to ask you about something Tendou said.” He answered and you nodded waiting for him to continue.

Satori Tendou

🍫 Tendou, as goofy as he is, is very emotionally smart and, as we all know, an amazing observer.

🍫 He would notice the long sleeve and the fact that you never showed your skin but he wouldn’t assume that it had anything to do with scars.

🍫 What he would notice is that you’d flinch when someone touched or brushed up against certain parts of you body, he made sure to never touch there in the hopes that he wouldn’t make you feel uncomfortable.

🍫 Tendou knew what it was like to feel like you were a part of the world that you lived in but he was lucky enough to find people that accepted him the way that he was and you were one of those people.

🍫 He hated that you felt so sad, hopeless and/or angry that this was the only way you could make yourself feel better.

🍫 Tendou would make himself available for anything that you needed, when you called he was there, even before he found out about the scars that lined your body.

🍫 The truth is that even after seeing the scars it wouldn’t change the way that he treated you, he was always mindful of you, he could see when something was bothering you and then get you out of the situation.

🍫 He offered to take you to therapy if you wanted support, he’d wait for you while you had your session and be there smiling when you walked out.

🍫 In the event of a relapse he only asks that you tell him so he can help you in any way that you need, he never asks or expects perfection, he doesn’t believe in it he just wants you to do your best.

🍫 “Thank you for holding on long enough for me to find you, we’ll fight together from here on out.”

You were in your dorm room scrolling through your phone, you were humming or giggling along with posts as you looked through, your door flung open caused you to look up at it, Tendou was smiling at you “there you are!” He smiled as you walked over climbing onto the bed behind you, his legs bracketing yours as you continued to scroll.

“Were you looking for me?” You asked.

“I was, I haven’t seen you all day, I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” He answered, wrapping his arms around your waist. It was then that you realized that you were just wearing a flimsy shirt and some shorts, you know that he must have seen the scars. Most people commented the moment that their eyes landed on them but he didn’t say anything. “What are you thinking about?”

“You didn’t say anything.” You mumbled.

“About?” He asked.

“The scars.” You answered, hands moving to cover them as you mentioned them, he gently laced your fingers and encouraged you to lean back into him.

“Do you want me to ask about them?” He asked gently, running his thumbs over your knuckles.

“No it’s just people usually just ask about them or comment you know.” You shrugged.

“Is that why you cover them?” He asked.

“Mmm.” You hummed, your eyes were closed, tears starting to fall and he pressed a kiss to your temple.

“Well then here’s what I have to say about them. Thank you for holding on long enough for me to find you, we’ll fight together from here on out.” He said “now we don’t have to talk about them unless you want to.”

“Thank you Tendou.” You said softly relaxing into him more.

Tsutomu Goshiki

💚 Goshiki has never really had a struggle past a volleyball match in his life, and even then he’s always been very good at it, playing against Kurasuno was the first time that he felt a need to improve.

💚 He never even thought about the idea that anyone could struggle so much that they end up hurting themselves because of it.

💚 He was honestly always happy and most of the time he’d fill the silence with an explanation or his love for his upperclassmen Ushijima.

💚 He didn’t pay half as much as others did and one of the other team members had to tell him that there might be something else going on with you.

💚 Now with the scars themselves he honestly thought that you were in some kind of accident, it doesn’t even cross his mind that you might have done that to yourself.

💚 He’s willing to learn everything that he needs to in order to help you but he’ll only want to learn from you, he doesn’t ever want to do something that would make it worse for you.

💚 He’s going to slip up a few times while he’s learning but he’ll always apologize and probably go a little overboard because he never wanted to make you feel like he doesn’t care.

💚 He stays close and even gives you an emergency word, that you could text him or say to him that means you need him for something.

💚 He just wants to make sure that you’re okay, he doesn’t want to imagine his life without you.

💚 “I don’t know much but I want to help, please teach me how to help.”

Goshiki found you in the library after talking to his teammates about something that might be going on with you. He decided that he should probably just ask you so that was why he was sitting opposite you as you wrote notes. “Can I help you with something?” You asked as you looked up at him with a small smile on your face.

“How long till you’re finished?” He asked.

“10 minutes.” You answered. “Why?”

“Because I want to ask you something but I think I should ask you somewhere more private.” He answered honestly.

“Oh okay, I can finish this later.” You said, he helped you put everything away and carried the books you decided to take with you. “What’s wrong?”

“I was talking to the team and they mentioned something.” He answered as he opened the door to his dorm room allowing you to come in before closing the door.

“Mm.” You hummed.

“Well it was more Tendou, you know he said that you’re always wearing clothes that cover your arms and legs, then they started talking about some other things and I just wanted to make sure that you were okay.” Goshiki explained he was careful, he didn’t want to upset you.

“What did they say?” You asked.

“There might be something that you were scared to show me.” He answered, “so I wanted to make sure that you knew that there was nothing that you could show me that would make me walk away from you.” He could see that you were thinking about it for a moment before gripping the sleeves of your top.

“You promise?” You asked.

“I promise.” He nodded, you stood for a few more seconds before you finally showed him. “What happened?”

“You don’t know what these are?” You asked.

“They’re scars right?” He asked.

“Well yes but I caused these injuries.” You answered and that was when he realized what you meant, he stepped forward taking your hands in his.

“I don’t know much but I want to help, please teach me how to help.” He begged and you looked at him and smiled.

“Really?” You asked.

“Of course baby.” He promised.

Eita Semi

🎸 Semi was honestly one of the most emotionally mature humans you had ever met, so he noticed that you were reserved in most emotions revolving around yourself.

🎸 Semi noticed the small thing like you never talked about your past, you never mentioned any old friends and you locked the door whenever you’d get changed or bathe.

🎸 He never asked outwardly, he figured that you would talk when you were ready to but he would always keep an eye out to make sure that you were okay.

🎸 He had never really struggled the way that you had with his emotions. He always had volleyball to get rid of stress and anger but he understood the building feeling you get before you explode.

🎸 He would never blame you for anything that happened to you, he’d never scold you, he’d make a suggestion and ask if you wanted his help with anything.

🎸 When he saw the scars everything that he noticed seemed to make sense and while it didn’t show on his face he was relieved that it was something that he could help you with, something you could recover from.

🎸 He would never let anyone say anything about you or your struggles, he would cut them off no matter the consequence to his life or career.

🎸 He made sure that there was a support network, you never talked about old friends so he introduced you to his, when he saw how well you got along he made sure that you knew to call them if you ever needed anything and could get a hold of him.

🎸 “I love you and your scars, they are a part of what made you who you are and I wouldn’t change you for the world.”

Semi wasn’t home when you started the shower he was supposed to be home for a long while so you didn’t bother locking the bathroom door, it wasn’t even closed, your music was playing so you didn’t hear him come in, you were in your underwear you in the middle of doing your hair, you turned to the mirror and that was when you saw him leaning against the doorframe. “I didn’t know you were there.” You pressed your hand against your chest as you reached for your dressing gown.

“Woah woah what are you doing?” He asked as he stepped forward his hands on your waist to stop you from moving.

“It’s not very nice to look at.” You mumbled as you attempted to grab the towel again.

“What isn’t?” He asked.

“My body.” You answered, somewhere along the lines you had realized that he knew what your big secret was but actually seeing it was something very different but instead of answering you he grabbed your face and pressed his lips to yours.

“I love you and your scars, they are a part of what made you who you are and I wouldn’t change you for the world.” Semi said softly “and honestly I would love to come home to this more often.”

“Really?” You asked.

“Mhm.” He answered as he pulled you closer “so are you going to be late for something or were you just getting ready for an evening on the sofa?”

“Well I did have a date with Netflix.” You answered.

“Great I’ll join you, you finish up, while I have a shower yeah?” He asked, pressing a kiss to you lips before taking off his shirt and starting the shower again, while you smiled to yourself wanting nothing more than to keep Semi for the rest of your life.

Kenjiro Shirabu

🩺 Shirabu loved you very much so the thought that someone or something had hurt you so much that you hurt yourself made him angry.

🩺 If he had come face to face with whatever it was murder may very well have been on the cards.

🩺 Shirabu was protective of you because he needed you as much as you needed him, and all he wanted was to make you happy.

🩺 You always made sure that he had everything that he needed, you were the best partner that he could have asked for when he started studying.

🩺 You guys talked about your struggles before but he had never actually seen your scars but that didn’t make the problem any less real to him, he wanted to help you the way that you helped him.

🩺 He always made sure that you felt safe in an environment and he would never make you do anything that you didn’t want to do.

🩺 He even went as far as getting you a pet when he knew that he was going to have to be out of the house for longer.

🩺 There was however one thing that he wanted to work on and that was your own confidence and feeling around the scars, it didn’t matter what he thought what mattered was your mind and he would protect it with your life.

🩺 “It doesn’t matter what I think, I want you to be comfortable.”

Shirabu sat in the bedroom on the bed watching you as you sorted through all of the clothes in the closet you were both supposed to be going out but you couldn’t decide what you wanted to wear. You stood there in your dressing gown tapping your foot “Baby we don’t have to go.” He reminded you as he stood up wrapping his arms around you.

“No, you really wanted to go.” You mumbled.

“I think you’d look beautiful in that dress.” He pointed to an outfit that had been hung in the closet since you moved in but he had never seen you wear it.

“I can’t wear that.” You mumbled.

“Why?” He asked.

“It won’t look good, you know with all the scars.” You mumbled as you continued sifting through clothes.

“Baby stop for a minute, what’s going on here?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just want to find something to wear so we can go.” You informed him.

“No, there’s something else.” He said softly,

“Alright I know we’ve talked about it but you’ve never seen the scars before I just don’t want-”

“You think that I’m going to leave you after seeing them!?” He asked, you could see the frown on his face and you recoiled, he realized and took a deep breath. “I would never do that to you, I don’t care what I see, it wouldn’t matter if I found out that your skin was a completely different color.”

“I wouldn’t blame you if you left.” You mumbled.

“Let me prove it to you, show me.” He pleaded, you took a deep breath before untying the robe, you let it fall open and his eyes wandered over your body “god your beautiful.”

“You’re just saying that.” You turned away from him and he smiled.

“It doesn’t matter what I think, I want you to be comfortable so we’re not going anywhere, we’re staying home and we’re making our own fun.”

“Are you sure? You really wanted to go to that restaurant.” You mumbled.

“The restaurant will be there next week or the week after that we can go then.” He dismissed your worry easily, taking your hand with a smile and leading you to the living room to relax.

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