#kenjiro shirabu

[m1khailingf]

Sleepy

[bizkitsnuggets]

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notes:

why is it so hard to find good manga pfps for these characters

[urudogiirusu]

headcanon: eita is the most attractive/charismatic on the team that everyone else on the team can’t help but be attracted and drawn to him without even knowing it. like they’ll just naturally stand closer to him, be more comfortable around him, talk more around/to him. all without even thinking anything of it.

yes, even ushijima (he too doesn’t even notice.)

[whosyourfavevoicedby-polls]

[fluffykitten231]

HELLO I AM IN NEED OF FUNDS!! SO IM OPENING COMMS AND U KNOW IM DESPERATE WHEN IM POSTING MY COMM SHEET ON TUMBLR CAUSE WELL IM DESPERATE FOR CLIENTS AHAH

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[toomanygoldfish]

Trying a new layout

Kenjiro Shirabu

By popular opinion he is a cat person

I don’t think he would have cats though

He didn’t grow up in household with animals

He was scared that the animals would not like him, so he didn’t get any 

Even though the dorms allow pets, he never gave into the temptation to get any. 

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“nO!” You scream doing an undignified dance with your legs as you try to block your cat from running out the door . It was somewhat successful as you managed to stop him from running towards the open door down the left to the hall. 

Your happiness was cut short as you saw the direction he was running in. 

Left. Towards the boys' dorms. 

Fuck. 

Closing your eyes in a brief moment of wanting to cry. You set down the pile of things in your arms, drop your bag, and start to walk in the direction of the little shit. 

You were a bit hesitant to go near there as you knew that a bunch of volleyball boys had dorms near you, and to be honest, they scared the shit out of you. 

You hear your cat meowing for attention right before you turn the corner, deciding to wait and see what happens as you poke your head around the corner. 

There was a boy petting your cat, one of the scary volleyball boys to be specific. Except right now he was under your cat's power to get pets from anyone. 

It was kind of… cute. His face was scrunched up while he used a high pitched voice to hi to your cat. 

A hand falls on your shoulder and you scream. What the fuck. What the FUCK. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK? 

Turning around quickly you lose your balance and fall into the hallway right before the boy who was petting your cat. 

“Hello~” a boy with box dye red hair had come up behind you as you were watching Shirabu. You remembered your friend saying the red head’s name was something like tender…

“Um hi”, you turn to look at the startled boy, who your cat was butting his head against in protest of the petting stopping, “I was looking for my cat.”

The red head raised an eyebrow. Your face turned almost as red as his face, you turned away and stood up quickly. You bow to Shirabu and scoop up your cat, trying to get away from this situation as fast as possible. 

You shoved the cat in your dorm and grabbed your stuff. You stand up to see Shirabu behind you. His face is dusted with a light pink as he looks at you. 

He opened his mouth to speak, before closing it. He gives you a piece of paper and tells you, with quite a bit of difficulty, that this is his number and hoped you would call him. Then he walked off, leaving a flustered you behind. 

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please ignore the random changes between present and past tense.

I’m also thinking of a tags list. Tell me if that is something any of you would be interested in.

[13a07s]

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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[shirabaee]

"I won't forget you"

[ kenjirou shirabu x yandere! reader :0 ]

warnings: blood, self harm, mental spiralling, trauma

this is shitty writing, idk why I made this

open ending (basically, I didn't finish this)

dividers by @ithemes

Watching the clock tick by, Kenjirou could not help but wish he could be home with his wife right now. It’s been like this for a few weeks now. He couldn’t have a day of rest properly, he couldn't spend most of his time with you, and the assiduity of his work made him distant from you. He's had a long day and he just wants to have his rest, in bed, cuddling with his dear wife. 

Meanwhile, you had the same. Your work kept you on extra shifts too. No matter how hard you try to finish and get the job done, there’s always another pile of work waiting in the queue. It’s tiring and stressful, you just want to rest and lay in bed with your husband, free from the busyness of the world. 

But, when was the last time you and Kenjirou spent time with each other? Apart from text and calls, have you checked on each other? You can’t even recall when was the last time you shared a meal with him. It feels like you haven’t seen him in a long while now. When you get home, he’s not there yet. When you try to wait for him, you fail and miss the opportunity to have conversations with him. 

But there came a time when you both finally got home. Finally able to rest with him, you'd both hold the anticipated peace with each other, only for it to end right away. It's like an emergency call was waiting for him right when it was finally time for his rest. The urgency of it was irritating but both of you knew this was a priority. 

A long sigh escapes your lips as you couldn't help but be bothered by both of your situations. It's really draining. Keep working 'til the day breaks, 'til all tasks are finished, til you finally drop. What's the point anyway? Why should you overwork yourself? For the economy's sake? For your own sake? A nonexistent promotion awaits, it congratulates you for being such a hardworking fool. It all ends up being meaningless. But, if you must be tired, wonder how much more what your husband has to endure. What a pity, it must be so exhausting for him. He should have his rest, he deserves to. 

"Who…?" 

… your husband?...Who was he again?... 

You remember what he does, how he's so sweet and caring, how much of a workaholic he is. He has a good looking face, but it's quite pale sometimes. Yes, he's the one you married. But…what was his name again? 

You're starting to forget? Why?Why! 

Then, there came silence. But it's instantly interrupted by the faint ringing in your ear. It gets louder when you listen to it. 

And the plagued thoughts flood your mind again.

Being drained and drowned in loads of work, as well as the lack of rest and the longing of care, it made you slowly succumb to loss of sanity, it had you spiraling. 

...

Finally, his shift ends and he's off packing his bag and fixing himself, he wants to come home, he misses you a lot. It's late, he wishes you'd be sleeping soundly when he gets home.

He was anticipating to be home but when he saw how the front door was unlocked, a shiver ran through him and the worrying thoughts started to whisper to him. 

Maybe she just forgot to lock it? He tried to reassure himself, but upon entering and seeing all the scattered things, his heartbeat raises and he's now in slight panic. 

He went further in and all he could ever think about was to find you and make sure you're safe. He was barely keeping himself calm, he doesn't want anything bad to happen to you, he wishes this was all a misunderstanding of some sort, maybe there was a stray animal that came rummaging in? maybe you couldn't find the light switch and bumped around the cabinets and scattered the things? He tries to think about a logical reason, a reason that doesn't involve you getting hurt. 

He went all around the house, looking for you. He enters and searches each room thoroughly, in hope that he may find you well and safe, but to his dismay, almost all of the rooms of your house were empty and some had things scattered. This made him even more frantic. He couldn't stay calm, he was hearing the sound of his own heart, beating violently. Where are you?! What happened? 

He rushes into the only room left. Your shared bedroom. 

The door was slightly open, the room was dark, and he could hear the faint peculiar noises that traveled through their midnight. He steps in closer as the night only progresses into an eerie welcome. 

He lightly pushed the door, and the light entered the room following the form of the doorway, thus making you be in the spotlight. There he saw you, sat down, your back facing the door. It seems that you were busy with something, but what could it possibly be? 

He doesn't know why but he trembles as he approaches you, he stares at your figure as he carefully asks. "Love, Are you okay?". There was silence before he could hear your faint chuckle. It was almost creepy but he was worried for you, so he continued to move towards you. 

But then, as you slowly turned to meet him, his eyes clearly widened. Her smile that would welcome him home, now  look at him with unsettling pleasure. 

"Welcome Home Kenjirou~!" you greet him, supposedly a warm welcome but he felt cold instead. 

A disturbing scene right before him. Blood was dripping from your left arm, it had soaked your white sleep dress. 

That unsettling smile of yours paired with eyes that leak with obsession, it made him ominous. But what terrified him most was the horrifying lacerations on your arm. 

His wife had stitched her own arm. She had stitched his name on it. No matter how bloody, the white thread through her skin was showing obvious. "K-E-N-J-I-R-O-U". 

He was disturbed yet he was so worried. You evidently enjoy this, why would you? It's painful even to him and as a doctor he knew it was severe. You laughed as you stared at your husband’s horrified expression, seemingly taking pleasure from it.

Your right hand still holds the large needle, the thread still attached to your skin, just right below the last letter of his name. He looks at you as your hand moves and punctures your skin again. This made him feel cold and quickly, he rushed to stop you. 

[midnightlee25]

Mini Profiles: Kenjiro Shirabu

Yandere type: Possessive 

  Traits: Manipulative, Controlling, Stalker, Violent 

  Is it Instant love or one that grow over time:  

It takes at least a year to two years for things to set in. 

  Delusional level (0-10):  

0, he doesn't need a fantasy to make what he wants to come true. 

  How will do they hide their yandere side:  

He hides it if he sees it as necessary but for the most part, he doesn't really care who knows since he knows that they can't do anything because they won't have any evidence of his misdoings. 

  Danger level (0-10):  

7, because of what he becomes in the future he knows just what to do in a pinch.  

[semdere]

drew babygirl 🥰 ignore the weirdo behind the plant idk what he's doing there 🤨

(been falling back into my shirabu kenjirou bunnyboy thoughts 😶‍🌫️)

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[yaku-paisen]

Shirabu on his first day at Shiratorizawa, introducing himself to the team:

call me old fashioned but i was raised to serve my ace. i set the ball and put it up high. i do whatever he needs because he is the ace and he's the priority on the court. he owns me. if i ever get subbed out it's because i was lacking.

[waitingonmystraycat]

Shirabu manga icons. (Chap. 218)

[bizkitsnuggets]

HOW 2 B SEXY

— S. KENJIRO x FEMALE READER (smau)

main m.list

synopsis: in which yn pursues kenjiro in every way.

fluff, mean shirabu, confident yn, highschool au

status: ongoing (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)

introduction: nut case crew

a/n: hey sry if this is bad 🤕

likes and rebloggs are vv appreciated!!!

chapters —

chapters with ✎ are written parts.

01: blocked

02: tba

[urudogiirusu]

shiratorizawa body count headcanons

third years

yamagata - 5

eita - 4

tendou - 3

reon - 1 (loyal bf)

ushijima - 0 (waiting for marriage)

second years

taichi - 1

shirabu - 0 (waiting for marriage)

first years

tsutomu - 1 (loyal bf)

kai - 0

sagae - 0

[stargirlstabber]

imagine asking kenjiro shirabu to do your eyeliner. as a doctor he has, of course, very still hands and that's perfect to do these annoyingly difficult lines. so you just sit there, perched on his lap, as he gently holds your face with one hand while the other was occupied with drawing your eyeliner.

[rose-tinted-kalopsia]

≡;-꒰ 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐔 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎𝐔 ꒱₊˚ ପ⊹ I  𝑴𝒚 𝑹𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒅

╰┈➤ ❝ shirabu kenjirou x afab!reader | smut nsfw 18+ mdni | kinktober '24 day 6

tags : pwp (without plot), post-timeskip, kissing, cockwarming, teasing, praise, slight dirty talk, vaginal sex (unprotected), tbh nothing much to tag bc this is very much soft and cute, use of pet names “baby” “angel”, lmk if i missed any tags!

wc : 1k

an : in which everyone sees the entirety of my second lead syndrome because i really truly love shirabu to death and i wish more people wrote for him too 😭

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KINKTOBER MASTERLIST / KO-FI JAR / COMMISSIONS 

After a long day of studying, if there is any reward worth waiting for, it's you.

You did this to yourself.

He'd been in another one of those spells of his where he would lock himself in his room and study, and you felt bad…

You were the one who had offered.

And yet here you were, face buried into his chest, voice muffled by his sweatshirt—

You could feel it.

His cock pulsed steadily inside of you, your eyes fluttering at the mere sensation of being so full. Whines fell from your lips, and you would try to move—to shift on his lap, to try to get even the slightest bit of stimulation, doing your very best to hold keep yourself from rocking against him—but it was so difficult.

It was nearly unfair.

How could he act so casual about all of this?

You could hear the familiar sound of his pen scratching against the paper of his notebook, and while you would normally find it comforting, now it was anything but.

“‘Jirooo…” 

Again you nuzzled into his chest, feeling his free hand dig its nails into the exposed skin on your waist in warning. A little hum was all else that you got in reply; he kept writing, attention focused on his notes with that same aura of concentration that had always had you so completely and utterly enthralled by him. Just the thought of it made you clench around his cock, and he pressed into your skin once more.

Pen placed gently back on the table, you heard the faint flip of a page—his textbook, you assumed. And you knew that there was nothing you could do in this moment to get him to fuck you.

He had his arm draped over you to keep you in place. Mostly it stayed still, occasionally it would rub up and down your back, a silent and wordless encouragement. You had to be good. You knew that. If there was anything you knew about him—and, arguably, you knew quite a lot—it was that there was always a price to pay for going against his wishes. And Shirabu told you not to move.

So despite the buzzing ache for you to chase your pleasure, despite the heat pooling between your legs and leaking down onto his lap, you waited.

You waited.

Until you could feel him let out a slow breath, his cock twitching in a way that had you gasping, and his hand reached up to cradle you in his arms.

His head, too, rest on your shoulder. His breath fanned over your skin, and much to your delight, he moved.

Just the slightest buck of his hips, his cock pressing even further into you.

“Mmh… You've been so good waiting for me, baby…”

He murnured against your skin, leaning over to place hot, open-mouthed kisses, licking and breathing into you as if the last vestiges of his self control had finally begun to dissipate.

His hands trailed down the side of your body, savoring your whimpers, moving to rest on either side of your hips.

“Are you needy, baby?” he whispered.

The nod of your head wasn't enough for him.

“Hmm… But you're so quiet. Maybe you're not so needy after all, huh?”

You could hear the smirk on his face—you couldn't see it, but you could hear it. The image in your head was clear.

“N-no, ‘Jiro, please…” you whined. “M'needy! Want you so bad…”

“Mhm. And you have me. Right, angel? You're so warm around me, I could stay like this forever…”

He almost laughed; you could tell he wanted to.

But instead of doing so, his hand reached up to play with your hair, a delicate silence permeating the atmosphere before he coaxed your head up to look at him.

And, ah, he was beautiful.

Anytime he would do this, you couldn't help but get lost in his eyes, a brown so beautifully alluring that you could, truly, look at him all day and never quite get tired of it.

“Pretty baby,” he smiled at you. Soft, and gentle, and you could see all the stress in the back of his mind slowly begin to fade. “I love you. You know that, right? Thank you for keeping me company…”

A lock of your hair was pushed aside, as if to get a better look at your face, and then his hands were back at your hips—slowly moving them to rock against him, slow, puffy breaths leaving his lips at the friction the two of you were finally feeling.

“My reward,” he whispered. 

He leaned in, and you gladly fell into him, sighing delightfully as your lips met his.

It was a slow, tender kiss. Your hips easily found a ruythm, little jolts of pleasure shooting through your body with every roll of your hips. With gasps and moans swallowed into kisses, he fucked you gently, carefully, equally granting you your reward as much as he was claiming his own.

“Mmnn… mnh—! ‘Ji—’Jiro—”

You fell forward into his embrace once more, frinding down on him, feeling the fat tip of his cock nudge at your sweet spot to make you shudder. Your arms wrapped around him desperately, wanting to feel him as close as possible… and he smiled.

There was a kiss placed on the top of your head before he began to lift you up off his lap ever so slightly, before bringing you down.

Your eyes widened, and you choked back a moan—

“K-Ken—ji—!” 

Again.

Never too much, not quite being rough with you, but not quite being gentle. Just enough to push his cock in and out of you the way that you liked, rubbing deliciously against your gummy walls, fully claiming your heat as his own.

“Yeah, baby? You like that?” he murmured.

You could barely answer. He felt too good.

Your eyes squeezed shut as you whimpered against him, and you fisted his sweatshirt—a mix of yes's and broken moans of his name were all that he could hear, along with the muted sound of skin against skin, the all-too-familiar smell of sex filling the air around you.

“All gone already, angel? I've barely started, you know?” he grunted, picking up the pace, the smile in his voice never leaving.

A smile of satisfaction—a smile of pride.

And when all you could do was nod, he gripped your hips tighter, and easily began to slam you down on his cock, any sense of self-control completely gone.

“That's my girl. You take me so well, baby. Gonna fuck you so good.”

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