#kita shinsuke x puppy reader

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Anime Male x puppy girl reader

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None of these fics are mine.

Puppy girls are usually portrayed as female.

Some have mature content.

Gif not mine.

Note: If you read any of these stories and like them please like, comment and/or reblog their work!

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Jujutsu Kaisen

Perfect Puppy

Gojo Satoru x Fem Puppy reader x Nanami Kento

TW: Poly Fic, Puppy reader, Reader is adopted from shelter, she/her pronouns used, Reader wears a collar, Reader is essentially just a pet, fluff

puppy girl!reader x itadori yuuji

Sfw & Nsfw headcanons

Yuuji x puppy!Reader

puppy girl!reader x itadori yuuji

tw hybrid, hint of breeding kink

A Small Retreat

Nanami x puppygirl!Reader

Bad Woof Woof!

Toji Fushiguro | Toji Zenin x reader

Synopsis: It's filthy, the way you rut into him. your helpless little puppygirl body humping his thigh, humping his bulge. God, he swears he can smell your cunt, you're nodding your head into his neck, panting as you roll your hips against his. Your panties are soaked, slick seeping into a damp spot on Toji's denim-clad thigh.

He only groans at the sight, the warmth of your cunt sends his eyes rolling, "Gonna be a good little puppy, baby?" He stroked your head, pushing your ears back, "Gonna let daddy breed you, fill ya' up?"

Toji Fushiguro | Zenin x puppy!Reader

cw: slight dumbification, calls her mutt, humping, innocence kink, mention of a gun

Mean Toji

Toji Fushiguro | Zenin x puppy!Reader

Toji Fushiguro x puppygirl Reader

Attack on Titan

Puppy Love ♡

zeke yeager x reader x eren yeager

Summary: Zeke loves his pup to the moon and back. Eren loves babysitting you while his brother is away because he loves that puppycunt to the moon and back.

in heat

Levi Ackerman x puppygirl!Reader

Puptober

Jean Kirstein x puppygirl!Reader

synopsis - daddy fucks you dumb, doesn’t he? it’s just too much for that puppy brain.

Haikyuu

play date

bokuto x reader + msby players

thinkin’ bout kita and his puppy hybrid

Kita Shinsuke x gn!reader

tw: oral fixation, blowjobs, overstimulation, cum swallowing

Genshin Impact

Taunt, Tempt, Tail

Kaeya x Puppygirl!Reader

Smut Fic

Annoyance

Scaramouche x puppygirl!reader

tohma w/ a puppygirl hcs

sfw & nsfw

warnings: nsfw included, oral (both receiving), choking, thigh riding, cock warming, praises, breeding, degradation, body worship

[suyaaachin]

INARIZAKI

Shinsuke Kita

uncomfortable

cutting onions

Atsumu Miya

puppy

7:40pm

the things he takes for granted

dude, i love you

watermelon

that's my man

meeting the best friend

roommate!tsumu and sweet tooth

"do ya ever wish ya never met me?"

love and war

uh, kinda tsum tsum x reader?idk.

triple trouble, baby miya's!

take care of you

thundering

optimistic

headache

dream wedding

Osamu Miya

foodie

cute butt

“i swear to god i’m going to lock you in the bedroom.”

identical

with you, i'm first

family man

Rintaro Suna

pretend

wisdom teeth

bestie sunarin

grwm shenanigans

"take off your shirt"

polaroid

suna thoughts

domesticity

winter moments

to be loved is to be known

nurse's office

fading touch

tears

coward

timing

the responsible one between us

BEING INARIZAKI'S MANAGER!!

goodbye, my peace

MULTIPLE CHARACTERS | INARIZAKI

miya triplets

[chaoticevilorange]

600 followers event: confessions part II

Part I: Daichi, Oikawa and Kuroo

Haikyuu x reader captains + confessions

Ft. Bokuto, Ushijima and Kita

Bokuto Kōtaro

If you want to confess, you're going to shut him up first, because he's always pumped and wants to talk about nothing at everything

You can tell him or write him a letter, if it's a letter, he will go to find you real quick, because he wants to make sure you really like him like you said on the letter

When he realises he likes you, he would show off more

If you show up at any of his games he would smile at you every time he spikes

When he gets in his emo mode Akaashi will look at you with pleading eyes to do something

Those times you have to cheer louder and Bokuto will do his best on a blink

He has way too many ideas for confessing, like this guy has plans but they all get discarded soon as he sees you

Whenever he sees you his mind shuts down, he only can smile like a love struck puppy

So maybe he would confess on the heat of the moment

When I say the heat of the moment, I meant he would be on the court after winning

And he will run towards whenever you're sitting and yell at you how much he likes you

Probably will ask you to be his s/o right there

Ushijima Wakatoshi

If you want to confess... You have some huge ovaries honey, anyone would be intimidated by his sole presence

He's a forward and simple person, he probably expects the same o his s/o

As for him, I think he won't even notice he has a crush on you

I'm pretty sure Satori is the one who would point it out

They would be chilling on his dorm, Satori talking about mangas or some movie when you came into the topic

The redhead has his suspicions at first, but when he said you were too beautiful to be single saw Wakatoshi eyes widen

Obviously Satori made his mission to be a certified wingman

After practice Satori told you he wanted to go to see a movie, being friends of course you accepted

But when you got to the scheduled spot you only saw Ushijima after you both start to talk and waited for a while, Ushijima got a text from Satori, he won't be coming

He looked at you while his heart raced a bit and he told you his friend won't show up

After the movie he grabs your hands softly before asking if you're interested on being his s/o

This took you by surprise of course, but he asks in such tender and sounds so truthful... Just kiss him

Kita Shinsuke

If you want to confess to this boy can be via letter or telling him however I got news for you

He already knows you like him, he's waiting patiently for you to voice your feelings

As for him, he realises he likes you when he starts to think about you at random times

He would be focused on something, maybe cleaning or practicing and the image of your smile cames to his mind

After a few days he's conflicted, he shouldn't be nervous around you but it's the way you wave at him a simple 'hello' that gets his heart pump faster

He knows he likes you but his train of thought stops when he sees you

It's like his problems melt away and he's grateful how you handle the twins

He would drop hints about his feelings and will watch your reactions carefully before anything

I have the feeling he would be more analytical about how you interact with him if his feeling insecure

He might give you a letter even if he isn't afraid to confess, but he thinks is more romantic because he's not very expressive

If, and I mean IF he confesses telling you his feelings his words are soft and very polite

He won't ask you to be his immediately, but he would ask if you want to date

Thanks for reading 🐨✨💖

[134340am]

63. trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin

kita shinsuke x gn!reader, 0.6k words, sfw + cw food + cw knife mention

“yer up early.” 

you hum in acknowledgement at the comment, eyes focused on slicing your tofu thinly while a familiar pair of arms circle around your waist. chop, chop. your knife makes clean cuts into the plump white block. 

“so are you,” you murmur back distractedly. 

shinsuke noses along your earlobe, then the highest point of your cheek. on this particular morning—quiet, save for the distant buzzing of cicadas, and slow, a certain sluggishness apparent in his movement—your lover’s kisses are soft and fleeting.

his lips find their way from the apple of your cheek to the corner of your mouth, then trace a downwards path to the crook of your shoulder.

you love this particular side of shinsuke; the side of him that drips with puppy-like affection. you feel it in the tight, relentless grip he has on you. you hear it in the calm, quiet breaths of his that tickle the back of your ear. 

“why the sudden breakfast treat?” he asks.

“no reason. just wanted to do something nice for you.”

“yer too good to me, love.” 

“i have to be, shin. last i heard, akari is planning on marrying you.”

shinsuke laughs, his chest vibrating against your back comfortingly. “akari’s seven, she won’t be marryin’ anyone anytime soon.”

“well, i still have to step up my game,” you comment. you turn the tofu block sideways and start making cuts along its body, keeping to a similar thinness you were aiming for earlier. 

without turning to look, you know shinsuke’s watching. if your relationship was newer, if you were even the slightest bit insecure around him—you would have feared any judgment. but you relish in his watchful gaze instead, proud that you can prepare a meal for him before he has to head for the fields.

the rest of the ingredients have already been prepared: mushrooms washed and scrubbed, carrots diced. your rice cooker is steaming away in the corner, filling your humble kitchen with the light aroma of fresh rice.

you feel your focus slipping from the task at hand as shinsuke’s kisses start up again: this time starting with a soft, barely-there whisper of a kiss against the back of your neck.

his head tilts around yours. his kisses land against the column of your neck; a flurry of gentle pecks that had you shivering involuntarily.

“shinsuke, i’m— i’m busy right now,” you whisper, knees going weak when he mouths at a particularly sensitive spot.

“so am i,” he murmurs back. 

goosebumps zip up your arms while heat boils in your belly. it’s hot all of a sudden, though the window has been open the entire morning. while you struggle to continue slicing up your big block of tofu, shinsuke’s taking his time tracing his lips along your neck, occasionally pausing to nip and suck at the tender skin gently.

you find yourself suddenly very aware—of his massive frame enveloping you from behind, of his strong arms wrapped around your body, of his breath warm and sweet against your neck.

“shinsuke,” you start, dizzy from his kisses and his scent and him. “i have to get breakfast ready.”

you feel him smile against your neck. “don’t let me stop ya.”

a/n: i’d like to think that kita’s a cheeky little bastard once you get to know him... hehe also i haven’t written in a while i feel so rusty ; ; 

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[theycallmebun]

s/o who hasn’t kissed them

sakusa kiyoomi x reader, goshiki tsutomu x reader, kita shinksuke x reader

^^no pronouns used for reader!

w/c: 505+ ; about 160+ each  

warnings: none

genre: fluff fluff fluff

summary: they’re needy for kisses

a/n: again, sosososo sorry for not posting yesterday

sakusa kiyoomi 

This was more out of respect, on your part.

You know how Kiyoomi is and didn’t want to make him uncomfortable

Unknown to your knowledge, he was upset to say the least. 

He thought you didn’t want to kiss him because you didn’t like him anymore. 

When you greeted him at his home, he was upset you were quick with it, wanting at least a hug to last longer. 

He was honest to God pouting at you.

“Kiyoomi? What’s wrong? Why are you making that face?”

You were just surprised because it’s the first time you’ve seen him frown so deep. I’m going to be honest, you probably didn’t know it was pout because he just looked emotionally constipated. Or physically constipated?

“Why… why won’t you kiss me?” he asks. 

The expression on your face was that of an ‘O’

“Kiyoomi,” you coo. 

“You want a kiss that bad? Come here.”

He leans down to accommodate your height and you pull him in for a surprisingly gentle kiss. 

goshiki tsutomu 

Ok, you two were awkward first years. 

Of course you weren’t at kissing yet. 

More like hand-holding and hugs. All that innocent puppy-love stuff. 

But as you got farther and farther in your relationship, it just seemed like you were avoiding it now. 

He wanted just one kiss. Even if it were just for a moment. 

You were just scared to mess it up. Goshiki was important to you and you didn’t want to mess up his first kiss. 

“Y/N.”

“Tsutomu,” you return with the same tone. 

“Kiss me. Please,” he commanded. But in the most polite way. 

Balls-y, you think.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes!” he assures you with that affirmative tone. 

You scootch over to him across the floor of your room. You cradle his face a little before moving in. It’s cute because he sealed his eyes shut, even before you started holding his face. . 

You place what he can only describe as the sweetest kiss on his lips. 

kita shinsuke 

Kita is a patient man. 

He wanted to wait for you.

So he waited. And waited. And waited and waited and waited. 

Figured you weren’t ready but man, did he want that kiss. 

In reality, you dreamt you kissed Kita but it didn’t actually happen. Because, hello, it’s freakin Kita. 

You could say he was the most mature about it. 

“You haven’t kissed me yet” is the first thing he tells you when he gets to your room. 

You tilt your head in confusion. Bringing your finger to your chin, thinking, you ask, “I haven’t?”

“No, you have not, Y/N,” he quickly answers. 

It hurts your heart when you see the smallest frown on his face. 

“And I suppose you want me to kiss you now?” you ask while striding to him.

He can’t help but nod frantically. 

“Hmm. I think I could do that.” you admit while placing your hands on both sides of his face. 

And you kiss him. And what a kiss, too. The passionate kind. 

[sinfulcries]

haikyuu x male reader as nsfw videos

author's notes. filler post because piss. i have like 2 other stuff ready to post in my drafts but i will post this first because why not. also i tried shake shack for the first time in my life and DAMN I AM ADDICTED

tw. top reader/watcher, brat taming, rough fast sex, face fucking, throat bulge, frotting, size difference, overstimulation, pussy rubbing, one pussy slap 4 yachi

suna rintaro needed punishment for acting like a brat, and you decide to fuck him while his parents were home; making sure to breed him nice and deep so that they can hear his needy moans.

you knew just how much oikawa tooru loved to be treated like a mere rag doll. and whenever he would come over to help you 'study', it would always end up with the two of you fucking like animals in heat.

face fucking kenma kozume while he wears a choker with your name on it, his cute little neck so small that you can see your cock bulging in his throat with every brutal thrust

matsukawa issei loves your guys' size difference, especially when he feels so small with your bigger cock next to his. he absolutely loves feeling your thick length rubbing against his own.

kita shinsuke loves the feeling of your cock rearranging his insides before his exams. he would surely forget about all the things he's studied however the feeling of your cum in his ass was worth it.

long distance would be hard for iwaizumi hajime so before his flight to america, you took your sweet time fucking the poor boy till you were sure he'd be limping on his way to the airport

Imagine trapping yachi hitoka underneath you as you toy with her pussy. Rubbing and slapping her wet folds whilst she can only whimper and moan out loudly, begging for more.

akaashi keiji has been overworking himself again, and you decide to fuck him nice and hard, making him whimper as he forgets about the piles of work laying on his desk

Punishing puppy boy, bokuto koutaro for distracting you from your work, pounding into his tight little hole full nelson as he moans and begs for your forgiveness

[elysianslove]

HAIKYUU MASTERLIST ━━ 

(*) is smut! 

i edit this as i post more! <3

MASTERLIST FOR ALL 1K+ WORKS!

MASTERLIST FOR ALL NSFW DRABBLES!

ACCIDENT NUDE SEND MASTERLIST! 

GENERAL 

all the little things

cheering you up

*prettiest moans ranking

*captains’ moans 

haikyuu boys in the delivery room 

special relationship thing

calling them arabic terms of endearment 

most likely to fall in love with a fake partner 

preferred honeymoon destination, part 2

boys that would love a muscular s/o

*who can, can’t, and more, handle edging

*boys that prefer choking/prefer getting choked

*hottest grunts ranking

*getting passed and railed by msby 

*haikyuu captains dick analysis

*haikyuu aces dick analysis

*haikyuu setters dick analysis

*haikyuu midldle blockers dick analysis

haikyuu boys and tropes that would suit them

what falling in love with them sounds like, part 2

*haikyuu cum review

*haikyuu visuals & complimentary drabbles

haikyuu boys as unintentionally flustering things

*random & specific nsfw headcanons 

waxing the haikyuu captains 

*types of slappers 

*boys into sounding

*boys that get off while on the phone w/ you

MULTIPLE PART FICS/SERIES

*iwaizumi and his camgirl best friend 

part 1, part 2, secrets that you keep (part 3) 

comforting insecure osamu 

*part 1, part 2

*suna and his virgin boyfriend 

part 1, part 2, part 3 

surrogate series

being iwaoi’s surrogate, being sakuatsu’s surrogate

KARASUNO HIGH 

headcanons

mornings with kageyama 

working out/yoga with kageyama 

working out/yoga with nishinoya

daichi finding out you can rap 

scarlet witch!reader

hinata saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

tsukishima saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

asahi with a germaphobe s/o

sugawara with a germaphobe s/o

tsukishima crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

asahi fluff headcanons 

some boyfriend!kageyama 

sfw drabbles

kageyama and practice kissing

secret relationship outed; tanaka

sweet revenge

1k Event — Character Studies 

nishinoya yū

daichi sawamura 

asahi azumane

kageyama tobio

AOBA JOHSAI HIGH 

headcanons 

tutoring oikawa

mornings with matsukawa 

working out/yoga with oikawa 

oikawa as your roommate 

iwaizumi as your roommate 

best friends to lovers with iwaizumi 

best friends to lovers with oikawa 

oikawa finding out you can rap 

scarlet witch!reader

oikawa with a touch starved s/o

iwaizumi with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

oikawa flirting with ushijima’s twin sister

matsukawa with a tall s/o

some cuddling with mattsun 

oikawa & his twin girls learning spanish

fluff headcanons for iwaizumi 

oikawa’s hands 

artist!mattsun

sfw drabbles

stopping time; iwaizumi 

aftercare with matsukawa

spending the night with matsukawa 

1k Event — Character Studies 

oikawa tōru

iwaizumi hajime

NEKOMA HIGH 

headcanons

kuroo tutoring you

working out/yoga with kuroo 

kuroo as your roommate 

best friends to lovers with kuroo 

kuroo finding out you can rap

scarlet witch!reader

kenma with a touch starved s/o

kuroo with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

kuroo with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

kenma with a really beautiful s/o

kuroo saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

kenma saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

kuroo with a really beautiful s/o

kenma with a germaphobe s/o

*camboy!kenma

sfw drabbles

mornings with kenma

kuroo’s birthday surprise 

revelation; kuroo 

secret relationship outed; taketora 

500 Follower Event

kenma — kissing in the rain

kenma — “i made you a playlist”

*kenma — breeding kink, manhandling/rough sex

1k Event ━ Character Studies 

kozume kenma

kuroo tetsurō

FUKURODANI ACADEMY 

headcanons 

akaashi tutoring you

mornings with bokuto

working out/yoga with bokuto 

bokuto finding out you can rap

bokuto with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

akaashi with an s/o that has a phobia of blood

akaashi saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

akaashi with a really beautiful s/o

bokuto comforting you

*dilf!bokuto 

sfw drabbles 

love you, infinitely; akaashi

puppy dog eyes; bokuto

the taste of you; akaashi

dancing among the trees; akaashi

the world is not enough for you; akaashi 

500 Follower Event

akaashi — kissing away their tears, first “i love you.”

1k Event — Character Studies 

bokuto kōtarō

akaashi keiji

SHIRATORIZAWA ACADEMY 

headcanons 

ushijima naming his plants after you

ushijima finding out you can rap 

tendō with an s/o with cold hands

semi crushing on a vb player!reader

shirabu crushing on a vb player!reader

ushijima with a really beautiful s/o

oikawa flirting with ushijima’s twin sister

sfw drabbles 

rainy days; semi

500 Follower Event

shirabu — deep 3 am talks, neck kisses

INARIZAKI HIGH 

headcanons 

atsumu as your roommate 

kita finding out you can rap

atsumu with a bitchy but secretly sweet s/o

atsumu with an s/o with cold hands

kita with a really beautiful s/o

atsumu with a really beautiful s/o

osamu with a really beautiful s/o

atsumu crushing on a vb player!reader 

osamu crushing on a vb player!reader

suna crushing on a vb player!reader

kita saved by jujutsu sorcerer!reader

suna with a really beautiful s/o

osamu crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

suna smacking your ass 

kissing the wrong twin when drunk

atsumu taking care of his sick s/o

dates with osamu

miya twins with a younger sister 

suna fluff headcanons

brother’s best friend suna 

osamu when you’re on your period

sfw drabbles

osamu pining after onigiri miya!employee

showering atsumu in appreciation 

miya twins finding out about suna’s boyfriend

suna’s boyfriend riding the same travel bus as the vbc

pampering atsumu 

prince!osamu x commoner!reader 

never not worthy; miya twins

reminder; suna 

500 Follower Event 

atsumu — hurting their s/o verbally, kissing away their tears

*atsumu — make up sex, praise kink

*osamu — make up sex, praise kink

1k Event — Character Studies 

suna rinatarō

miya osamu

miya atsumu

kita shinsuke

JOHZENJI HIGH 

headcanons 

terushima finding out you can rap 

DATE TECH 

headcanons 

futakuchi finding out you can rap 

ITACHIYAMA INSTITUTE 

headcanons 

sakusa with a really beautiful s/o

sakusa crushing on a vb player!reader

sakusa crushing on an intimidating but clumsy!reader

sfw drabbles

unexpected; sakusa

KAMOMEDAI HIGH 

1k Event ━ Character Studies 

hoshiumi kōrai 

NOHEBI ACADEMY 

1k Event ━ Character Studies 

daishō suguru

[sugako]

haikyū !!

series

confessions + kisses (valentine’s series)

drabbles

tiktok clothing swap trend with hq boys (gn!reader x kenma, bokuto, ushijima, oikawa, kageyama)

haikyuu guys as things my neighbors have done (tw drugs/alcohol, masturbation, animals having sex(?), unsafe tattoo practices, light violence (no one injured they just like to toss each other around for fun)

 tobio kageyama 

day off (failed femdom, dom kags, daddy kink, pussy slaps, creampie)

keishin ukai

pretty baby (tattooed/pierced reader, size kink, creampie, teasing)

kōshi sugawara

work stresses: pt.1 and pt.2 (est relationship, soothing suga, soft, aftercare)

friends help friends (threesome with daichi, double pen, spit roast, dom suga)

after class (ta!suga, dubcon, facefucking, public/in classroom, quickie)

daichi sawamura

confessions (just fluff and a confession)

sit down (intense nipple play) 

friends help friends (threesome with suga, double pen, spit roast)

afterthoughts & aftercare (est relationship, aftercare, comfort, overstim)

kei tsukishima

cold, cold, cold (gn!reader, quickie in the museum, kinda hate fucking)

tadashi yamaguchi 

shortcut (jealous yams, car sex, dubcon exhibitionism, creampie, ‘puppy’ name, dom yams)

shortcut extended (’puppy’, D/s, toy, cum eating, dacryphilia) 

morning hours (tw consensual somno, switch yams, pussy job)

tangerine dream (hqhq server collab, tw dubcon/noncon, intoxication, public sex)

asahi azumane 

sunrise (sleepy morning sex, cockwarming, unprotected, aftercare)

issei matsukawa 

comfy clothes (receiving oral, multiple orgasms, overstim, ‘princess’, creampie) 

late to the party (quickie, creampie)

in your dreams (demon!mattsun, noncon/dubcon, monster/demon fucking)

toru oikawa 

alfajores y mentiras (18+) part 1 & part 2 (fake relationship to lovers, mirror sex, face sitting, size kink, creampie)

hajime iwaizumi

bunny (bunny costume, anal plug, receiving oral, breeding kink)

kentaro kyotani

knots (bondage, impact/spaking, D/s, sir kink)

backseat care (public/car, oral, creampie, strangers to lovers)

satori tendou

hoodie: part one | part two | part three (insecurities (from tendo), est relationship, soft, mentions of dom!tendo)

tendou x f!reader 500 event (waxplay, mirror, est relationship)

eita semi

you seem alright (bar bathroom/public, creampie, mediocre aftercare, strangers to lovers)

wakatoshi ushijima

sunshine (morning, oral receiving, est relationship)

kenma kozume

sleepy (fluff, est relationship, love)

game over (fingering, petty kenma)

pure balance (switch kenma/reader, edging/overstim)

tetsurō kuroo

sleepover (heavy alcohol use, fluff, confession, no smut)

long day (tw consensual somnophilia, hard dom kuroo, bj)

my roommate’s toys (dubcon voyeurism/listening, oral receiving, toys, masturbation)

aran ojiro

rest your head (est relationship, oral, squirting, but like..soft)

rintarō suna

gamer gf (pussyjob, needy suna, toys)

tied with a bow (vibrating panties, exhibitionism, ruined orgasm, semi-public sex)

osamu miya

500 event drabble (bondage, softdom osamu)

sweetness (tw alcohol (reader/osamu take one drink), baker reader, business partners to lovers, oral, nipple play)

shinsuke kita

another word for home (tw pregnancy talk/breeding kink, shower sex)

akinori konoha 

eyes on the road (teasing and car sex)

kotaro bokuto

after party (gn!reader, bj in the bathroom)

after dinner special (f!read, threesome ft. hinata, spitroast, pussyjob)

[bokutobaby]

masterlist ✰

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smau

- puppy love (lev haiba x fem!reader smau)

y/n ojiro & lev haiba are both obliviously in love with each other. add a couple of their crackhead upperclassmen & an overly protective brother and you’re in for a world of surprises.

- songs 4 u! (akaashi keiji x fem!reader smau)

celeb! au. singer akaashi keiji isn’t too keen on relationships. when up and coming artist y/n moves into the apartment below him, will she be able to change that?

- roomies (kuroo tetsurou x fem!reader smau)

after a rough break up, y/n needs a place to stay. luckily she finds an ad for a loft in search of another roommate — but it never specified it’d be with three guys. follow y/n in her world of relationships, shenanigans, and shitty jobs.

- GROUP B (tsukishima kei x fem!reader smau)

a study group of random college sophomores turns into 3am mcdonald’s runs, non stop group chat texts, and a romance between y/n and the kid who thinks she’s annoying as fuck.

headcannons

- how you met (tsukishima kei x reader)

- i want your skin (semi eita x reader)

- yogurt (kageyama tobio x reader)

- cake (rintaro suna x reader)

- feelings (ushijima wakatoshi x reader)

- painted nails (oikawa tooru x reader)

- aran’s sister (atsumu miya x ojiro!reader)

- birthday blues (atsumu miya x reader)

- crush on you (aran ojiro x mixed!reader)

- s/o with big boobs (kenma kozume, bokuto koutaro, tendou satori)

- put this on! (bokuto koutaro, tsukishima kei, kuroo tetsuro)

- s/o learning how to play volleyball (bokuto koutaro, kuroo tetsuro, aone takanobu)

- giggle monster (kita shinsuke, kageyama tobio, akaashi keiji)

- crushcrushcrush (tendou satori, iwaizumi hajime, tsukishima kei)

- spend the night (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

- a prodigy (oikawa tooru, kageyama tobio)

- romance (soft!kita shinsuke x reader)

oneshots

- you look yummy (miya osamu x reader)

- please hold me (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

- wasted time / part two (kenma kozume x reader)

- moonlight (akaashi keiji x reader)

- smile for me (kenma kozume x reader)

- slumber party (tsukishima kei x kageyama!reader)

- heaven (iwaizumi hajime x reader)

- the hidden garden (iwaizumi hajime x princess!reader)

smau oneshots

- a poem for you (sakusa kiyoomi x reader)

- haikyuu boys as tweets (2)

- soft text messages

captain’s edition!

last updated: october 9. 2020

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[pinkykats-place]

Inarizaki x Reader

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Female, male & gn reader inserts.

Some contain mature content.

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Kinktober Day 21 ft. Masturbation

Kita x fem!Reader

thinkin’ bout kita and his puppy hybrid

Kita Shinsuke x gn!reader

tw: oral fixation, blowjobs, overstimulation, cum swallowing

Sell your soul

Suna Rintaro x fem!reader

Summary: Suna and his bimbo girlfriend who has to cockwarm him while studying.

sweet as candy

Frat boy!Suna x fem!Reader

Summary: suna fucks you in the bathroom at one his frat parties because little ole you made him a bit jealous

𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲

Suna Rintaro x male reader

Suna and his virgin bf

BUSY THINKING ABOUT SOON TO BE DAD!SUNA

"The Green-Eyed Monster"

aged up Osamu Miya x wife!Reader

He Forgets Your Anniversary

Miya Osamu x fem! Reader

lovely desire

miya atsumu x reader

hopelessly devoted.

atsumu miya x reader

warnings. angst! established relationship, insecurities, he's mean, arguments, he hugs you but you don't want him to (he physically hurts u kind of unintentionally??).

Aged up atsumu miya + getting leaked

Husband Osamu x Wife Reader

ft. The kids and uncle Atsumu

[tetsurobunni]

Blindsided

☞ atsumu miya x reader drabble (maybe intro to fic? who knows)

☼ frenemies? bickering=flirting, atsumu being a little shit

☼ i definitely wrote this just so i could make atsumu completely whipped; also, the word fuck is used flippantly, sue me

atsumu doesn't know when it happens, but it does.

“it” meaning the absolutely fucking confusing feelings contradicting his day-to-day life.

okay, that might be a little overdramatic, but cut him some slack. he hadn’t had feelings like this since kita shinsuke patted his cheek after a match at age 14. considering that was before atsumu even knew “bisexual” existed, having those same feelings at age 22 was slightly fucking concerning.

especially since they were about you.

one second it's flirtatious banter to annoy the living hell out of you like he does with everyone else. the next, he's tripping over his tongue because of your damn hand held to his forehead.

sure, it's been a few months since shoyo had introduced him to "one of his best friends from high school" and time flies quickly blah blah blah...

but what the fuck happened?

you two didn't mesh. didn't flow, didn't...whatever people that are made for each other do. he flirted. you rolled your eyes. he picked at you. you picked at him. sometimes there were even inanimate flying objects involved-but never feelings.

"miya. are you listening to me?" shit. he had completely zoned out. "of course i am, but ya got it wrong. m'fine." you didn't look so convinced, so he threw on a smirk, held his left pinky out, and said, "pinky promise?" que your infamous eye roll. he swears one day those pretty eyes of yours are going to get stuck.

"pretty eyes?"

atsumu not-so-gracefully chokes on his water, glaring daggers at your hand that patted his back lightly. clearing his throat and acting like he hadn't just almost hacked up a lung, he turned towards you with glamourous fluency and said, "what?"

oh my god.

he mentally bashed his head against the nearest wall as you burst into full-body laughter, your smile so wide it closed your eyes, hair falling over your forehead, cheeks a bright rosy-red.

atsumu forgot what he was supposed to be embarrassed about.

“earth to miyaaa, hellooo miya atsumu,” he broke out of the trance he was in, immediately coming to the horrifying realization that he was fucking staring at you, “anyone in there?”

he rolled his eyes (definitely not because he could feel his body temperature rise even more from your direct eye contact), scooched lower on his bed, and promptly covered his head underneath the comforter.

he heard your muffled chuckle from under the thick duvet. the bed dipped beside his left hip and he let the thought of you sitting there soak into his brain all the while blatantly ignoring the stirring in his chest.

“i didn’t really upset you…did i? i know you’re sick, i shouldn’t have been so…so,” you trailed off allowing atsumu to finish your sentence with a garbled “annoyin’?”

you laughed, saying, “nah, i’m never annoying, miya. just should have known you’d be a little more sensitive right now.”

that was all it took for him to shove the comforter down to his chin, eyes set in a glare and a middle finger just barely visible from the small opening he’d created.

he glowered at your inability to hold in the bubble of laughter, and even more when you had to cover your mouth with your hand when the smile stretched too far. “oh, please spare me tha’ court’sy,” atsumu grumbled, grabbing the edge of the comforter to yet again hide himself from more embarrassment.

“no-no look, look, i’m sorry, i am, but you were pouting, like a cute little puppy dog and i couldn’t help myself-“

“‘ya think i’m cute?” he hadn’t meant to say that out loud, but what the hell.

and, well, he might be running a fever, and the only light on in the room is coming from a dim lightbulb that he keeps forgetting to change, but atsumu could have sworn to tokyo and back that you were blushing.

“aww now look at ‘ya, yer blushin’”

the absolutely offended look on your face would have made anyone else delve into apologies, but not atsumu. he reveled in getting this reaction out of you.

“i am absolutely not blushing, miya.”

“sure ‘ya aren’t”

“i’m not”

“oookay…”

“you’re delusional”

“says tha’ one who called me cute”

“you complimented me first!”

“did not”

“did too”

“now yer the delusional one now, sweetheart” he bit back a smirk, watching as you rolled your eyes for the thousandth time tonight. at that same time, he watched as those same eyes widened, signaling to every nerve in his brain that you had come up with an idea.

and boy, was he right.

just a beat of silence had passed between the bickering, but somewhere in those brief few seconds, you had shifted your position from the side of the bed to laying your arms directly across atsumu’s chest, just inches away from his face.

‘m gonna die.

he screamed internally at his heart, telling it to slow the fuck down because you were right there and could feel, hell, probably hear the hammering beats of his heart. it couldn’t get any worse than this. this was horrible-

and, right on que, in non-mistakable y/n fashion, you made the situation worse.

he watched as you looked at him through your eyelashes, barely fluttering them, while ever-so-slightly pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. at that, he felt his soul promptly leave his body right there.

“c’mon, atsumu, are you sure you don’t think my eyes are pretty?”

july 10th, 6:04 p.m. 22 years old.

cause of death: tripping headfirst into a pit of snakes: aka: atsumu miya coming to the realization that he is absolutely totally fucking whipped.

and he didn’t even see it coming.

[watevermelon]

Patience is a Virtue | Shinsuke Kita x Reader

✧ Summary: You lost track of the days that you were in love with Kita. He was so much more than just the team mom that many outsiders dubbed him as. He was the wielder of cold-logic and held the bluntest of words at times, but he showed his own special brand of care for each member of the team. What you hadn’t expected was for him to especially care about you.  ➳ Warnings: Language because twins lmao ➳ Tags: Childhood friends to lovers; mostly fluff and humor; Atsumu being a little shit; friends trying to be match-makers; mild jealousy on Kita’s part; introspection and some character development

✧  Masterlist

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As the manager of the Inarizaki volleyball club, you were no stranger to the antics of your generally loud team. And while this was usually elicited by the twins, with most of the team ahem especially Suna being no help (since many would rather film then break-up the fight), you were almost a pro at keeping them calm to the public eye.

You grew up alongside most of the members of the team, a strange connection between all of the players. From advanced classes in junior high to being literal neighbors to some of them, you were long-term classmates with many of the members - including the captain himself.

Kita was much more than the doting team mom than people gave him credit for. Yes, he was often the face of the team, the voice of reason that handled the interviews and other press coverage, but this all came from a place of stone-cold reason. He had strict routines and never cared about doing things without practical rationale. Kita had a mature way of thinking, often compartmentalizing both people and emotions, to the point that it made people his own age not relate to him.

Even the quiet Suna, the analytical little shit who loved to poke fun at said captain, had honestly admitted that he thought Kita to be on the robot-side of the emotional spectrum. 

And, despite all this, Kita was the long-term object of your affections.

It was all the little things that made your crush on him grow. From his proper speech, the blunt words no matter to whom he was speaking to, or his unusual brand of care he extended toward his teammates, Kita was the foundation of Inarizaki that you fell for. And when he was named captain of the volleyball team? You almost cried alongside him, reveling in the rare fit of pure happiness that he was gracing your eyes with.

You remembered the last time you walked home together, for once not being called away on separate duties as captain and leading manager. He treated you to ice-cream and walked along you side-by-side.

“Mint chocolate-chip with two cherries.” He told the street-cart vendor confidently, knowing your favorite flavors by heart at this point.

You ordered for him in kind, receiving the treat from the vendor as Kita paid for both of your orders. Anyone else would be contesting it, but you knew that Kita would not take no for an answer. He did stuff like this all the time with you, you were better off not fighting it. This was not the hill you wanted to die on.

But you were surprised when Kita licked at your ice cream, smiling as he tasted it and maintaining your gaze head-on. The shock on your face must have been evident since the smirk on his widened. You reached for the cone in his hand, only for him to lightly slap it away.

“Should I be asking with a pretty please or something?” You asked with a playful pout.

“No.” Kita replied, before lowering it to your eye-level.

Did he want you to lick it? While he was holding it????

Wordlessly, you followed his silent command and felt the minty taste of your afternoon snack on your tongue. Kita watched the action, eyes following your tongue as he shot you a friendly smile. He pulled away before you could get that much more, before licking your ice cream again.

Was that an indirect kiss???

“My, you two make quite the couple.” The vendor commented, clasping her hands together as she watched your interaction.

“We’re not dating.” Kita answered, squashing any hope you had from that interaction.

He was just?? So confusing??

You had so many little moments like this over the years. So many that had you often questioning deep into the night what truly was your relationship with the blunt captain of Inarizaki. You fell for him so many years ago, it made you wonder when was the last time you really thought of him as just a friend. Did he truly not know about your feelings?

But Kita was smart and on just as many occasions, you wondered if he knew the truth but simply did nothing about them. If he could read the twins with little effort, there was no doubt he understood your feelings long-ago, but decided not to act.

At least, that was your reason behind not openly admitting it to him:

That Kita knew you had a crush on him. And since he did not feel the same, it was better off if he did not address them.

And so you never brought it up, stewing in silence for years. 

Eight years was a long time to be in love alone.

“You should just give up on him.” Jisoo, your fellow Inarizaki manager commented one day. She was in the same class as the twins, a year your junior.

The both of you were lounging outside in the courtyard for lunch, a humidly hot day that made the two of you especially lazy this particular school-day. Only a few more hours more and you would be free of classes, liberated of any schoolwork and finally enjoying the weekend.

You were mindlessly scrolling through your phone, looking at the different posts on social media from your various friends. Atsumu had posted of his serve practice the day before, his comment section flooded with various hearts by his fan-club of all things. Osamu’s private Instabook was of food while Aran’s had posted one of the day’s blue skies.

“Why would I do that?” You asked with a sigh, already used to her trying to guide you away from him. You understood why, it was hardly a smart decision to hold onto your feelings, not that you really cared.

“Aren’t you tired of it by now?”

But was that a good enough reason at this point? You were a third-year and about to graduate. If there was one thing that was constant throughout your entire life in the farming prefecture you called a home, it was that you had feelings for the captain.

The sky was blue. Summer was hot. You liked Kita.

It was that simple sometimes. And while there were moments that hurt your heart, it was not like you had any head-space to even try to stop.

“Maybe.” You answered candidly, “Honestly, I wouldn’t even know how to. But I don’t want to either.”

“I worry about you, senpai.”

“What can I say?” You tried to joke, even with your sad smile. “Kita has my heart on lock-down.”

“We’re all going to the twins’ party this weekend, why don’t you try talking to some of the guys there?”

“Not this again.” You complained as you put your phone down on the table.

“Come on!” Jisoo pushed, “I’m sure there’ll be someone there that peaks your interest.”

You raised a brow in response, doubt evident on your face.

She teased, “It could also be on a purely physical level.”

Laughing at her statement, you said. “Like that’s any better.”

“A little smooches here and there never hurt anyone.”

“Now I’m worrying about you.”

She giggled, before continuing. “Just think about it. First guy tonight who hits on you, give him a chance.”

While you would have dismissed the thought immediately, there was something rather playful happening in the pit of your stomach. As if, for once in a long-time, you wanted to feel the puppy love of just casually flirting. Of grinning and laughing along with someone's advances and actually enjoying one these parties; rather than just sitting on the couch playing Mario Kart waiting for Kita to hopefully show.

“I don’t know, maybe.”

She sighed loudly, happy to have cracked you a little. Jisoo continued with a teasing grin on her face. “Oh right, I forgot. You’re a masochist.”

“I could’ve told ya that.” Another voice broke out, the familiar setter of two-tone hair taking the seat next to you. He picked at one of your french-fries, eating it with no preamble as Suna took the seat diagonal from you, next to Jisoo at the picnic table outside. 

For someone who spoke a lot of game about not being caught up with the twins, Suna tended to hang around Atsumu quite a bit.

“I am not a masochist.” You defended from Atsumu’s words, earning an eye-roll from the other female manager.

“Why else would you agree to manage a team with the twins?” Suna quipped before taking out his phone, probably scrolling through social media as well. Atsumu shrugged in agreement, a smirk on his face.

“Also, tell that to your love life.” Jisoo countered, playfully moving her lunch out of Atsumu’s reach before the setter could commandeer some of hers.

You quietly pushed the rest of your fries in his direction, appetite long gone on this overly humid day. Doing this sort of thing was actually quite natural with the twin, sharing food and hugs were a normal thing with your friend.

“It’s not that bad.” You argued.

“Wait, have ya ever dated before?” Atsumu asked.

“Have you?” You countered back, the setter was infamous for his many… romantic encounters. But the young man had yet to ever put a serious label on any of those instances, at least not to your knowledge.

He rolled his eyes in response, turning to Jisoo instead to continue.

“Come on senpai, not even a smooch?” She pushed.

You felt your face flush at having been called out, “Well....”

Atsumu turned his body toward you in his seat, his insufferably confident smirk back on, “I could help ya with that.”

You pushed away at his shoulder, “You say it like it’s a problem.”

“Ya savin’ it till ya get married or somethin’?” He asked, genuinely curious. Even Suna turned to you, looking up from his phone in interest.

You turned to Jisoo, the conversation taking a dangerous turn. If you said yes, their curiosity would definitely be spiked. And it was not like you could lie to them and say it was some random person in your class - you knew these boys for years, but they also knew you in kind. 

Yes or no?

The other manager did not even try to bail you out and your silence was already tantamount to an answer.

“Aww. How cute of ya, (L/N).” Atsumu chuckled, reaching to pat your head. You slapped it away before he got too close. For someone younger than you, he was quite the brat. Years of being friends long stripped away any formalities apparently.

“Looks like our heart-breaker manager is actually very sentimental.” Suna commented, a brow raised in your direction.

“Heart-breaker?” You questioned in genuine confusion.

“Come on, (L/N)-san.” Jisoo answered this time, “She’s had her heart set for so long, she hasn’t even seen the other boys she’s curved.”

“How is that possible when no one’s confessed to me?”

Jisoo laughed while Atsumu absently tapped his finger on the table, “Even I know that ain’t true, (L/N).”

“Whatever.” There was no reasoning with your underclassmen when they were this dead-set. No one had confessed to you before, right? At least none to your memory, they were just being instigators as usual?

“That doesn’t answer the question why ya sittin’ here single.” Atsumu stated.

“He obviously has feelings for you, but she’s too much of a wuss to confess.” Jisoo stated it plainly for you, then turned to look at Atsumu with an expectant face. “So it’s either because he hasn’t noticed, which I doubt, or he’s not looking for commitment.”

“Ah. And it’s someone we’ve known for years, huh?” Suna deduced, words come out slowly.

You straightened your back in surprise and shot warning looks toward both boys. This was getting too close, they were starting to put together pieces of a puzzle you hadn’t even willingly handed to them. And knowing these little shits, they were not going to let this go until they found out.

Atsumu inclined his head for you to continue while Suna’s eyes never left your own. Suna was smart all the time, but with being associated with the twins constantly, it was easy to forget that fact. And since the trio acted like idiots so often, you tended to forgo how truly analytical even the Atsumu was. 

This was not good - so not good. It probably would not take them long to deduce the person at this rate.

“I swear to the highest volleyball gods out there,” You spit out as your turned to the other manager, “I will fucking smite you off this planet if you say another word.”

Jisoo burst out laughing immediately, almost choking on her lunch as Atsumu grinned at your warning, the exact opposite response you wanted.

“Strong words ya got there.” He commented, body still angled toward yours in interest. “Looks like we hittin’ a lil too close to home?”

“Don’t even try it.” You responded back, turning away from his inquisitive eyes and back to your phone.

Needless to say, they didn’t listen.

Suna backed up in his seat, eyes glancing between you and the setter. “No commitment, huh?”

Meanwhile, Atsumu was rapid-firing questions. “Is it a second-year? Third-year? Is he on the volleyball team? Do we know ‘em personally?”

You smiled at his now peaked curiosity, the setter almost looking like a small puppy waiting for a treat. But you refused to answer, no doubt sure that they would tell the captain the moment they found out the truth. You turned to Jisoo, who was smiling away at Atsumu, but otherwise sat thankfully quiet.

Atsumu was firing off specific names now, hoping to get any response from you.

“The bastard’s gotta be on the team.”

“Bastard?” Jisoo laughed at the nickname.

“Shut up, Atsumu.” You countered, attempting to poke harshly at his forehead to stop. But he just grabbed the hand in one of his own, holding it in his lap as he continued to spit out names.

“Is it Aran?”

“Will you stop?”

“‘Samu?”

“I will murder you in cold blood.”

“... Is it me?”

You tried your best to pull your hand away, now realizing his tightening hold on against the skin of your hand. How long had you been sitting there holding hands? You felt a natural rosiness rise to your cheeks, not really because of the recipient, but because you were doing so in public with some guy.

Instead, you poked the setter’s side roughly, earning a deep groan, but freeing your hand in the process. Packing up your belongings, you stepped out of the picnic table and stated, “Lunch is almost over, we should get to class.”

You walked away with a small wave, the boys turning to the now only female occupant of the lunch-table.

“So…”

“Nu-uh.” Jisoo cut off Atsumu, moving to leave the table before she accidentally said anything.

“Throw a man a bone here! Or at least help him bone.” Atsumu murmured that last part under his breath, “Ya don’t even have to verbally confirm it - is it me?”

Jisoo paused as she stood, books in hand already. The look she threw him was mischievous, but otherwise she left in silence.

Unfortunately for you, all you were thinking about during class was that conversation you just had. Kita sat on your right in your next few classes, the mild Ōmimi behind the both of you. The last thing you needed was to linger on their teasing words of smooches and marriage. You couldn’t confess your feelings, imagining anything else?? You could only imagine the bright blush at the simple thought of it.

And apparently, you hadn’t hidden it well.

“Something wrong?”

There were still a couple more minutes until the teacher would return. And so you were sitting in the classroom with Kita alongside you, other students milling around the room. He was so damn good at reading people and you cursed that he was using it against you now.

“Just thinking about some stuff Jisoo said at lunch.” You tried to wave off.

“You’re blushing.” Kita stated bluntly, putting his book down as he spoke to you. 

He was never one to sugar-coat his words.

“Am I?” You put your palms to your cheeks, as if to feel the heat. There was no point in trying to lie to him. “She was teasing me about boys.”

“Oh. Are you dating anyone?” Kita asked.

God, this was awful. 

There was nothing worse than your crush asking about your crush.

“No, not yet.” You shook your head negatively, turning towards the window on your left, at least trying to hide your expression.

“Yet? Are you looking to date soon?”

You wanted to scream.

“Um, not in the near future.” You tried to deflect, “But it could happen!”

“Of course.” He smiled, “I packed extra onigiri for lunch, but I couldn’t find you. I’m not sure if you still want it.”

“Ah, I would love to! If I’m not imposing, then yes.”

Kita shook his head, “I packed it for you.”

“You’re so sweet sometimes.” You said honestly, taking it and munching down.

“You usually either forget your lunch or eat junk.” He stated plainly, making you suddenly blanch at his cold-words. I mean, he wasn’t exactly wrong either. You thought back to the lunch you had today, literally just water and french fries that you ended up giving to Atsumu.

“Ha, well.” You trailed off before settling on, “Thanks for always taking care of me.”

Kita’s small grin widened as he looked you in the eyes, “It’s my pleasure.”

When he said things like that, it easily set your heart aflame. It was so simple, such small interactions that you would have to squint hard to find anything underlying in his words. But you wanted to. You wanted to feel needed and also give to the captain as well.

The blush you had earlier was probably nothing in comparison to how you looked now, you were sure. And, with Kita being the ever smart cookie he was, there was no doubt that he spied your inflamed reaction.

Was that conversation over? Was he expecting a response?

Maybe the volleyball god’s did have mercy on your poor soul, since your teacher walked in then and thankfully brought your conversation to a halt. You tried not to outwardly seem relieved, turning to the front and taking out your notebooks.

Your mind wandered in and out of the lecture. There were moments that your gaze just happened to meander over to the captain to your right. It was one thing to suddenly notice you were staring at him, but another thing entirely to be caught in the action. Kita would usually just smile at you kindly, before nudging his chin toward the front of the room toward the teacher.

Even later during volleyball practice, your eyes would casually dawdle over to where the captain was standing. Whether he was watching the team with careful eyes or participating himself in practicing spikes, your eyes usually just found him.

But today was not the day to let down your guard.

Atsumu and Suna were paying careful attention to you. And now it was no secret where your gaze was pointed to. Suna smirked when he realized, but Atsumu clicked his tongue and mentally filed it away for later. Jisoo once snapped playful fingers in front of your face, grabbing your attention to flip the scoreboard.

When it was finally time to clean, Kita helped you collect the left-over volleyballs and roll the hammock into the proper storage room. You did so carefully, making sure not to accidentally touch his skin lest he back off from the motion. But the kind, neutral expression he shot you went straight to your heart.

“Let’s get the scoreboard next.” He instructed, the both of you moving to opposite sides of the wheeled board.

And you would have, if Atsumu had not thrown a casual arm across the captain’s shoulders.

“Hey, do ya mind helpin’ ‘Samu over there?” He motioned with his thumb over his shoulder, pointing to his twin who was not looking at all.

Slightly suspicious, Kita did as asked anyway and went with the grey-headed twin to mop the floors.

“What was that about?” You asked as Atsumu pushed the scoreboard along with you.

It was only when you entered the storage room alone that he replied, “So Mister No Gaps Kita Shinsuke, huh?”

“What?!” You fought the inward need to slap yourself, high voice and exclamation enough to show that he was right on the money. “You asshole, how do you know that?”

“I didn’t need anyone to tell me that.” He emphasized, gesturing at your eyes with two fingers. “Ya kept starin’ at ‘em the entire practice.”

You huffed frowning, “That obvious, huh?”

“Yea, he probably knows too - especially if Suna and I figured this shit out.”

That didn’t help at all.

“Great.” You leaned against the nearby wall and put a palm to your forehead.

Atsumu crossed his arms, “So why haven’t ya confessed to ‘em yet?”

You scoffed and shot him a flat-expression, “Because he doesn’t like me back?”

“What? He said that to ya?”

“Well, no.” You hesitated, but explained. “I mean, he definitely knows I have feelings. And Shinsuke has never been one to beat around the bush. If he hasn’t addressed it, it’s probably because he doesn’t want to make it awkward…  since he doesn't feel the same.”

“I think you’re a dumbass.” Atsumu stated back, sighing heavily. “Kita don’t think like that and we both know it.”

“Why else would he be waiting it out?” You asked, “This is the same Kita that told us he doesn’t understand how people feel nervous.”

“Jesus, (F/N). He was talkin’ about volleyball.” Atsumu groaned, raking one of his hands through his piss-blonde hair. “Kita’s human too. Maybe he’s not sure how ya would respond for the same reasons.”

“I don’t know if love advice from the school’s resident fuck-boy is a good idea.” You jabbed instead, a playful smile on your face.

Atsumu put a mock-offended hand on his chest, a smirk finding a way on his face before he squashed it down seriously. He took a step toward you until you were less than an arms’ length-apart, “Fine, have it your way. Stew in silence until he finds someone else.”

That struck a silent chord in you.

“Honestly, that was kind of the plan these past few years.” You admitted, turning your head toward the ground. “If he could find his true happiness with someone else, then I would be happy for him.”

Atsumu must have detected your seriousness, since he hesitated to say his next few words. “Don’ be like that. Stop bein’ an idiot - he likes you.”

“Shut up.”

“Come on, (L/N).” Atsumu levelled with you, “Ya standin’ here like ya ain’t the only girl he’s ever withstood.”

“Wow, what a feat.” You muttered as you sighed.

“Fine, if ya don’t believe that. Aren’t ya’ll best friends anyway?” Atsumu asked, “I’m sure he’d do anythin’ to keep you close.”

You hesitated, but agreed. Your relationship, no matter if he reciprocated your feelings or not, you were best friends. But if he didn’t feel the same and you said something? Would there ever be recovering from something like that?

Atsumu drew you out of your thoughts before he lost you further to your over-thinking, “You’re a real catch. Anybody would be lucky to have ya.”

“Oh?” You shot a withered smile at him.

“And I’m not just sayin’ that to put the moves on ya.” Atsumu joked, earning a light punch to his shoulder as you walked past him to leave.

“Yeah, yeah.” You said before turning back towards him, remembering to say. “None of this leaves this room. You hear that?”

“Yes ma’am.” He mock-saluted, a second later a loud ahem ringing through the room.

You tensed up and turned toward the door, seeing a blank-faced Shinsuke standing in the open doorway. Atsumu was always surprised, albeit much less worried than you were. Was your secret finally out?

“Am I interrupting something?” He asked, before you pushed shouted a loud No! and brushed past him back into the gymnasium.

Atsumu tried to casually exit the room as well, before his captain’s voice rang-out again, “Care to explain what that was about?” 

The setter had two options here: either brush it off or fan the flames that he knew for a fact was there. You were the obvious party, openly staring at the captain like your eyes belonged on him. But Atsumu knew that those feelings were not as unrequited as you thought. 

He remembered some club-room talk not that long ago. It was normal for the guys to discuss their preferences, something that Atsumu was rather vocal about on multiple occasions. Aran was just looking for someone he could cook while Ōmimi stated he liked girls who were generally very kind. Osamu preferred someone who was a bit meeker while Atsumu loved ‘em vocal, even bratty to the point of talking back.

“Of course, you would.” Suna commented as he dressed.

“What the fuck do ya mean by that?” The setter bit out.

“As in the fuckboy thinks he’s a girl tamer.” Suna snarkily replied.

“Well, when a girl has a mouth on her. I want to put it to good use.” Atsumu said with a smirk, earning a loose towel to the head, one that Osamu had just launched from across the room. Aran sighed and grabbed it before Atsumu could whip it back. Kita nodded toward his counterpart in quiet thanks.

Many of the others were still dressing after practice this day, it would be annoying to have to break up another fight between the twins then.

“Can ya be less of an asshole?” The grey-headed twin asked.

“Wha? I’m speakin’ the truth!” Atsumu defended, “Not every girl is like that anyway.”

“And who would the infamous Ratsumu have his eyes on?” Suna asked, genuinely curious but not missing the chance to poke at the setter.

Atsumu frowned, but continued anyway. “No one, right now. But I still got eyes, ya know. Ya can’t tell me our manager ain’t a cutie.”

“She would rather hand you a new asshole than ever date you.” Suna said, to which Akagi laughed.

“Careful, ‘Tsamu.” Osamu playfully warned, “People might think ya like (L/N)-san.”

“What can I say, she’s single and hot as fuck.” Atsumu replied off-handedly. 

It was a plain statement, but you could almost physically feel the temperature change in the club-room. Aran was glancing between the captain while the rest wondered why it was suddenly dead silent.

Osamu wondered if his prayers had been heard and he would soon be an only child.

“I suggest not saying that again.” Kita stated over his shoulder as he buttoned up the rest of his shirt.

That was a clear enough warning to everyone in the room that you were off limits. Suna had remembered this instance as well, in the present day reminding Atsumu after lunch not to push any buttons. It was clear then that Kita had no tolerance to any shit he was going to pull and now the pining was mutual on both your ends. Suna reminded him again and again during class to just let you and Kita sort your feelings naturally.

Pfft.

Was Atsumu going to be a little shit and try to sew some discord?

Hell yes.

“What can I say?” Atsumu feigned being casual, even shrugging as he exited the quiet storage room. “A pretty girl and a young guy enter a closet alone together, you know the rest.”

The glare he felt on his neck could have been enough to snap it with this much pressure. But, Atsumu digressed. He was doing the both of you a favor anyway, pushing you together when you both already had feelings for one another (albeit with some mind games interspersed).

Atsumu almost laughed when Kita grabbed your hand when the two of you walked home together. 

Kita knew what the setter was doing. What buttons he was trying to push, what he was trying to imply with you. The captain knew it all and he was still getting pissed off.

True to everyone’s assumptions, Kita knew about your feelings for him. The extent and duration, that he was not sure of. But he knew that you have thought about him in a romantic light for quite some time. Lingered looks and purposeful touches, on both your ends, was not something he could easily ignore.

What made Kita wonder was why you hadn’t said anything at all?

You were often pretty straight-forward as well. Not exactly in terms of romance, but you when were interested in something you tended to speak your mind. Whether it be a new show, some shounen anime you were following along with, you always shared it with him.

And for that fact he was always grateful.

Many of the others your age tended to be warded off by his way of thinking, branding him too mature or even too cold at times. To think that even the sarcastic Suna had nicknamed him as a robot, it was interesting to see that was how most people saw him.

But you didn’t.

Or at least, you saw passed his cold exterior and were just a freely-spoken with your mind. Kita’s blunt way of speaking had casualties sometimes, but you usually voiced if his blunt speech was too much. There were times that, if you were inadvertently hurt by his words, you would say it out-loud.

He remembered the last time this happened, not even a month ago. The two of you were hanging out under the shade of a tree, about to go out to a team hangout when you exited your back porch wearing a blue sundress. It flirted high above your knees and showed off the creamy legs of yours that he loved to trail his eyes over.

You looked breath-taking.

And so he said:

“Is there an occasion I’m missing today? I thought we were just going out with the team.”

The disappointed look on your face was immediate and it did not take a genius to figure those were the wrong words to say. But what he was not sure is where it went wrong. Logically, it made sense. You were going to walk at least two miles to the train and then from there a mile to the arcade. And most of that time you would all be standing. Would you even be comfortable doing all this walking in sandals?

But you didn’t get offended or draw away from him from these smaller misunderstandings.

You were always ready to knock some sense into him if need be.

“Not even a compliment on how I look? How mean.” You said with a frown, “I tried a bit more because I don’t usually get the chance to.”

“I know, but I want you to be comfortable considering the walks today.” Kita lightly grabbed your elbow as he stepped closer, “Besides, you always look beautiful no matter what you’re wearing.”

Your blush was palpable, Kita was almost sure he could fry an egg on your forehead, if the redness was any indication of temperature. 

“Let’s save this dress for another occasion. Preferably where only I see these.” He glanced down to indicate your legs, to which you sputtered and allowed him to guide you back inside the house.

And instead, he picked a pair of light-colored shorts and a loose summer-blouse. Kita knew you had a pair of black-and-white sneakers that would go with it anyway. You commented how it was almost scary that Kita knew your wardrobe, but he stated it simply:

I like what you wear. And I think it looks very agreeable on you.

It was simple and he stated it thusly. And from your reaction, it seemed as if it had made your day. From the beaming smile on your face to the new skip in your step, it was clear to him that he had amended the situation properly with your guidance.

But he still had the same issue: Kita thought he was being clear as day.

There was no one else he was spending time with like this. No one else whom Kita was expressing interest in like he was with you. From sharing ice-cream to hangouts alone with just the two of you, he thought his way of flirting with you was obvious? His actions alone should have been clear that he was showing his own interest in you.

And so if Kita was being clear with his feelings, why hadn’t you said anything?

This was not something he could just say and retract, either. The last thing he wanted to do was put your entire friendship on the line just to lose you. What if you actually did not feel the same way? But from your constant blushing and obvious gaze on him, you liked him too? But why hadn’t you said anything? Were you expecting him too?

He almost groaned aloud at this line of thinking.

Nothing had him flustered quite like you. Kita was confident both in school and on the court, a sure faith that no matter where it was. It was not a baseless arrogance, but more like a calm trust that he knew what he was doing was right.

And yet…

When it came to you, that brand of confidence simply withered away. Not always a bad thing, you often caught him off-guard with your own kindness and rarely did you ever truly fight. But there were times that he sorely wished he knew what was going on in that head of yours.

Like why hadn’t you said anything to him regarding this tension?

Or better yet, why the hell were you whispering with Atsumu in the gym closet?

The setter knew all about your being off-limits. Kita made it very clear that day and it seemed even then, the message did not totally receive in the asshole's mind. Or rather, it probably did, Atsumu just decided to ignore it.

And so on your shared walk home after practice, Kita gently grabbed your hand and did not let go. You almost jumped in surprise alongside him. Not that you hadn’t held hands before, but it was usually called for in the context. Navigating one of the twin’s parties, through a crowded group, or just to guide you somewhere.

But never had he held your hand for no reason.

Kita just smiled, hoping this would send a clear enough message to both you and the meddlesome boys behind you.

Meanwhile, Atsumu had to stop himself from cackling aloud. Osamu was ready to question his brother over what the hell was that about, but Suna assured him that it was best not to get involved at this rate. Aran simply sighed, but waved goodbye and goodnight to the rest of the team.

Your smile was a mask to your inward screaming, only to be silenced to a blank void. Your mind was comparable to that picture of spilled milk - the only thing inside as if the very act was an enigma. You had no idea what to say, what to do in this situation as you both continued to walk along.

For someone who was an athlete, the skin of his hand was surprisingly soft as it encased your own. You felt your hand unconsciously squeeze his and feared that the act would have him pulling away, as if waking him up from his act. But Kita squeezed back, a fond expression reflected back at you.

The two of you walked home together whenever you had the chance, unless called for by other duties. So this was usually normal for the two of you. Conversation was just easy, ranging from school or recent events, and even if one-sided you had no issues with simply speaking to the captain. And yet today…

Kita and you were both completely silent.

You couldn’t even tell if something else was on his mind, a neutral look on his face as he looked ahead. Was this action to show that he was reciprocating your feelings? You hated being unsure like this, but there was too much vulnerability to simply lay-out what you wanted to say.

Even on the train, Kita sat next to you quietly but still held your hand over his knee. You watched the action, before trying to level your breathing as to not freak out. But Kita kept going about his day, even taking out his phone to check a few texts with the other hand.

It was meant to show this was entirely on purpose.

Only when your house popped into view during something conspiratory popped into your mind - Did one of the boys tell him?

You felt the small seed of hope grow further. Was it just a coincidence that the day Suna and Atsumu found out about your secret was the same day, after literal years, that Kita found out as well? And that maybe if he knew now, was he reciprocating in some way?

You moved to glance at him in the corner of your eye, but he was already looking at you.

The both of you stopped short of the gate, but you hesitated for a second to say anything. There was so much on your mind and stewing in silence was the exact opposite thing you wanted to do. Before you could even think of words to say, your captain made the first move again.

Kita tenderly reached for your other hand, holding both in his much larger ones. He brought them up together and shot you a gentle smile, “(F/N), your hands are so soft.”

It came out like word vomit.

“I like you, Kita!”

SHIT.

Maybe you read him wrong?? If he was going to make a move, why was he looking at you so surprised??

“And here I was, wanting to say something first.” Kita said as he chuckled lightly, his hands gliding the rest of the way up your arms. “I like you, too.”

You didn’t even have time to overthink, Kita wasting no time and pulling you towards him. Quickly raising your hands to his chest, you steadied yourself against him as he held you in the close embrace. His smile was almost blinding - not from the size, but rather the genuine feel behind it.

Your hands slid upwards, folding behind his neck as your faces drew closer together. One of his hands gently carded in your hair, lightly guiding you to him. You closed your eyes in silent anticipation, long awaited joining finally happening with only stars as your audience.

The skin of his lips slotted gently against yours and you silently relished the feel of the prolonged peck. You pulled him closer, silently nudging him to go the step further. Kita smiled in response, making you beam right back at him. It was honestly hard to deepen the kiss further, expressions pulled from your shared grins. You were two idiots smiling at one another, foreheads pressed together as you struggled to deepen your impassioned kiss.

“I’ve waited so long to hold you like this.” Kita whispered against your lips, one of his hands resting around your waist.

“Me too.” You replied in a low vice, eyes still closed as you just felt him.

He watched your cute expression, from your rosy appearance to the way you deliciously leaned your body into him. Kita felt his eyes shutter closed, savoring the feeling of you two finally joined. You moved together in tandem, softly at first, and then with a swift intensity that made you cling to him even further - as if Kita was the only solid thing in this suddenly swaying world.

The world was constantly moving, either too fast or too slow or too much at times. Until finally, in Kita’s arms, it finally felt right.

“I’ve liked you for a really long time.” You confessed.

“I know.” Kita responded simply, “Me too.”

You almost wanted to laugh, but withheld it from possibly breaking the atmosphere. “Is it really that simple?”

“Yes.” Kita said as he smiled, moving to place a light kiss on your forehead. “I was honestly… afraid to say anything in fear of your response. But now we are both aware, right?”

You grinned back and stretched on your tippy-toes to kiss his cheek, “Yes.”

“That’s it then.” Kita stated as he leaned his forehead back against yours, “You’re mine. And I’m yours.”

You whispered back, “Sounds like a deal.”

His insistent mouth parted your eager lips, sending wild tremors crawling up your spine, evoking sensations you had never known you were even capable of feeling. And as the swimming giddiness spun you round and round, you steadied yourself to kiss him back just as passionately. With a swipe of his tongue against the crease of your lips, you parted your mouth eagerly.

There was no battle, no insistent fight between your two appendages. There was only Kita, eagerly roaming around your mouth as you sensually rubbed tongues. You openly moaned at the feeling, not even noticing the noise until Kita was smiling in response.

You blushed at the realization, but Kita only complimented the sound. “Make that noise again for me.”

Your smile dropped to a more sultry smirk.

“You’ll have to earn it.”

Kita felt his eyes comically widen before dropping to a half-lid, “Oh?”

“My parents aren’t home…”

“Oh.”

Kita placed a kiss on your forehead just to lean away, one of his hands dropping to grab your own. You hurried along with his pace, suddenly breaking out into a faster walk in the direction of your home.

“Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?”

BONUS:

“No way.” Jisoo commented on the sight before her, nudging Atsumu standing next to her. The twin’s party was ravaging around them, but there was an unlikely and yet very likely couple that had just walked through the door. And while it was normal to see the two of them together, it was the first official time as an exclusive couple.

Walking in was Kita and you, hands clasped together like this was oh so natural.

Akagi greeted the both of you with a smile while Aran waved you guys over to the living, where many of the other team members were playing a game. Kita guided you through the party, joined hands proudly on display for all party goers.

Atsumu held out a hand in Jisoo direction’s, causing her to frown but nonetheless place some lost yen in his open palm.

But seeing you smile and share a kiss openly with the captain, Jisoo didn’t exactly mind losing this bet.

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[secondhand-trash]

Heart Knot

A/N: this is in honor of the whole 30 minutes in which I knew how to knit because I was bored at a school function and forced my friend who brought an unfinished scarf with her to teach me lmao

Description: You did not have much happy memories regarding both knitting and your past crushes, but the boy that had your heart now just so happened to be a great knitter. 

Pairing: Kita Shinsuke x reader

Word count: 7827

Playlist:

Permanence//Bears In Trees

The Way You Look Tonight//Frank Sinatra

Hiding Tonight//Alex Turner

-

Kita Shinsuke’s first exposure to the art of knitting was through his grandmother, who taught her grandson the ways you could weave anything into something from doing each repetitive action properly and with care.

Something beautiful, something soft, something that could bring warmth to someone else on a harsh winter morning.

Winter in Hyogo could be rough, with inches and inches of snow blocking the road from down the mountains and into the towns. Kita Shinsuke spent his winter days away from school still waking up at the first ray of sunshine beaming through the paper window, his body glued down on the sweet comfort of his futon but still, he never overslept even as other kids his age would protest just for a few extra seconds in the warmth. 

By the time he was done with the daily chores, it would already be way into the afternoon and his tiny hands, soaked in water to wet the towels, would be shaking under the cold. Grandma Yumie always brought out the kotatsu in times like this. “It is a luxury,” she said with a chuckle as her grandson watched in awe at how the tiny round table in the living room had now been transformed into a warm cave, shielding the winter cold out with the blanket draping down the sides, “a reward for those who worked hard in the cold.”

The days he spent with his grandmother was some of his fondest memories, to the point where years later, even as he was old enough to have his own house with paper windows and a round table perfect for being turned into a kotatsu, he still insisted that there weren’t any feeling better than laying under the warm blankets after a hard day at work with the tv playing and a cup of warm tea in his hand.

When he was small, very small, with his fingers still a bit clumsy and not quite able to aim at the little loops held together by the yarn, Kita would sit there and watched as grandma Yumie brought out the baskets and baskets of colourful yarn, all sorts of sizes and patterns, and let him pick which one she should use that day. The afternoon news was playing in the background, and baby Kita had his palms holding on the warm mug of tea that was far more diluted and with way more honey drizzled into it than the one sitting in front of the older woman. His golden eyes all round and focused on the needles going in and out of the woolen piece that grew longer and longer with each flick of her wrist.

He could not figure out what had happened in the quiet hours where he just stared, not yet worked out the way each loop and thread came together in holding everything together, but all he knew was that the scarfs grandma gave him were always the softest and warmest, and comes in all the colours that lighted up the roads of Hyogo that were covered in white.

Kita learnt how to knit when he was old enough to remember the sequence at which the needle thread through the yarn. One hook under the open loop, the other holding it still, before pulling it out and putting the neat knot in place. He started with the thickest needle and the yarn that showed every knot and pattern clearly, before slowly moving to thinner threads and fancier ways of knitting. Now, winter afternoon at the Kita household consisted of grandmother and grandson sitting side by side around the kotatsu, the afternoon programs playing softly at the background as the sounds of yarns brushing against each thread filled the air.

There had never been a single cast out of place in whatever he made, whether it be a scarf or a pair of socks or a little hat for the puppy next doors. Because knitting was about patience, the knowing that you just had to keep repeating and repeating to make sure everything holds together, until you eventually had something good in your hands. It was feeling the tiny bumps under your finger once you had the finished product laid out in front of you, knowing that you put time and care into every single one of them.

Grandma Yumie complimented her grandson on everything he had ever made, smiling until her eyes were just two thin curves as she watched the boy who wasn’t so tiny anymore with his golden eyes fixed on the needle going in and out of each loop, the knitted fabric growing longer with each flick of his wrist.

-

You could not knit to save a life.

But you had tried, you really did. 

Once, when you were 12 and sitting in art class, your eyes beaming at the many balls of yarn your teacher had brought in.

“Today, we’re going to learn how to knit!” The teacher, with pins all over her apron and a book of stickers for the kids who did well poking out of its pocket, said as she placed the plastic box on the table, “By the end of class, you can all bring home something you made to give to your parents!”

You liked art class. It was fun being able to play around with crafts supplies under the disguise of early creativity development, and the things you brought home were always somewhere around the house.

You liked the way you could walk past something you had made and know that it was good enough to be put up, and liked the feeling of showing people the things you were proud of.

You picked out your colours carefully, imaging the way your father would have fitted a dark brown scarf into his work clothes or how mom could have used something in that lovely cream coloured yarn that was ignored by the other kids who went straight for the blues and yellows. You ended up with balls of grey in your arms as you made way back to your seat, thinking that it would go well with, well, everything.

You did not quite remember how you felt about the knitting process itself, all you knew was the excitement budding up in your chest as you just kept repeating and repeating, until the grey bundle of yarn got smaller and smaller.

You knew you could make something they would like, you just knew it.

The outcome of the hour and a half where you did nothing but fidget with yarn and needle was a subtly misformed scarf, a bit crooked at the edges because you forgot how to tie up the piece by the time it was long enough to be thrown around your shoulders and back. It wasn’t exactly the most intricate piece of knitwear, with small ends of the thick thread clumsily tugged back within the grids and some places missing a loop or two. 

But still, it held together nicely with the softest texture, and you were proud of yourself.

Your parents took the gift graciously when you presented it to them like you were handing them something of the uttermost value, complimenting you on your hard work and thought as they felt the piece in their hand. You made your father promised to wear it out the next day and he complied with a grin as he threw the scarf around his neck.

Now that you looked back on it, it was definitely not something a proper adult would prefer to be seen in in the public since it was rather... wonky, to put it lightly.

But you were small, and you did not have any idea that even though you tried what you thought was your best, sometimes your best was just not enough.

Oh, the way you froze when your father handed the pile of loose yarn to you that was all bundled up with a worried stare, your throat tight while you used all the might in you to suppress the urge to let the tears just fall.

You soon learned that loose ends and hasty stitches meant that even the slightest tug would make the whole thing crumble, and hours of your dedication was not a match to even the most accidental pull at the widened hole where you tried to hide all the mistakes you made.

You told yourself you were never knitting ever again at age 11, with your face buried in your pillow at the late nights when you didn’t have to fear letting anyone know that you were crying over a few balls of yarn.

At age 15, you had your first real, serious crush, the kind that made the pitch of your voice go higher unconsciously and the corner of your lips tug up just at a passing thought. Your crush was popular, the type of boys that spoke each word loud and clear like they had endless energy. You thought he was dazzlingly good-looking, even though he still had a bit of the awkwardness of being mid-puberty left in the soft arc of his brows and loop-sided grin. He was the captain of the football team, always the first to dash out the classroom with a dusty ball in his arms during break. You spent a good amount of your recesses just looking out of the window with your elbows propping you up against the frame, pretending to listen to whatever your friends were saying when you were looking at him instead.

Occasionally, he would look up from the field as he jogged backwards, and your heart always skipped a bit at the possibility that maybe his gaze had stopped at you for even just a second.

Holiday season rolled around the corner as you looked out one morning to see dots of white landing on the glass, each speckle of the snowflake clearly visible as it plastered on the window, the one you always pretend to not be looking too longingly out of while doing exactly just that. The nearer your last day of school before winter break was, the more you felt the knot twisting and turning in your stomach at the thought of whether you should try and disguise all that feeling into what could be as simple as a normal holiday greeting, between normal classmates.

It was at a passing that you overheard your crush telling the group of people who were crowding around his table during one lunch break that he thought it was attractive when people hand out handmade gifts, earning a round of high-pitched responses from those who were smiling a bit too widely for it to be natural around him, each one of them claiming that then they would try to make something for him.

You shifted in your seat, pretending that you were just napping on your desk casually instead of pitifully eavesdropping on a conversation you both wished you were part of and was absolutely detested by.

You had long decided that you could not even pretend that you were crafty by any means, but sadly, you were also young and very much so head-over-heels in love with a boy who just announced to everyone who was, like you, trying hard to impress him that he basically preferred people who make their own presents.

So that was how you found your way back to the knitting needle that you had not touched since 4 years ago, after how every single trashy article in every single teen magazine that you, at age 15, read an unhealthy amount of, told you that there was no better present to give that would portray the amount of thought and care you were willing to put into something like a garment that was hand knitted with only the receiver in thought.

It should be quite clear that the editors of those articles were just too lazy to come up with something new and picked the safest, most conventional option to put in there, but you were too desperate to find something you too could do that you didn’t care.

You left school each day in complete darkness now that the sun was long gone in the middle of the day as the end of the year approached, and spent the little free time you had to yourself at home struggling to knit. Your hands were a lot more in control compared to the last time you knitted, but the lack of guidance in every step of the way as you relearnt how to knit all from the very beginning.

It was cold, and your fingers were already hurting from the chill, but it did not stop you from staying up each night trying to get the piece done before it was finally the holidays.

You had spent hours looking for tutorials only, always battling between the knowledge that your skill was not enough to replicate a good half of the videos you had bookmarked and thinking that the easy ones were too basic for you to gift to someone. You settled on a neck warmer, something you could imagine the boy you so pined after wearing while running on the court. And as you held the finished piece up under the light, you were proud of yourself for actually carrying through.

There were no messy threads in the scarf this time, and you were sure this was something that could at least be of use to whoever got it.

The day when you were supposed to gather the courage to hand out the present came sooner than you were ready for. You came back to school early that day, knowing that your crush was usually having morning practice at the hour and no one else would be around. 

To your surprise, there was already another neatly wrapped box inside of his desk drawer by the time you got back. Its tag was hanging out of the tray rather deliberately, like a sly wink and a wave. Your chest tightened that someone was already one step ahead of you, but quickly fed yourself the narrative that it was actually better this way. This way, your gift would not stand out and seemed like it did not belong there. 

It was just a scarf, but the little paper bag that you spent an embarrassingly long amount of time decorating the night before felt so heavy in your hands as you stared blankly at it, the nerves settling in your stomach as your throat tightened at the last minute conflict.

The loud footsteps that neared broke you out of your trance, and you threw the gift bag into your drawer before pretending like you were doing something else. You cursed inwardly when you saw that it was the last person you wished to see at this moment, a rare sentiment given how your eyes usually search for him in a crowd.

The group of boys didn’t seem to pay you much mind as they huffed, laughing at something you did not catch on to as they threw their bags down. You masked the pounding of your chest with a violent stroke of your highlighter against the notebook that opened up hastily in front of you when you heard them going near the table you had been eyeing all morning.

“Huh? What is this?” 

You buried your nose in your book, but glanced at the few boys gathering around the desk from the corner of your eyes. 

Your heart wrenched when you heard one of the boys snorted, before shoving the box into your crush’s chest. “It’s for you.”

The sharp tear made your scalp tingle, but you fought back the urge to sit up straighter in reflex.

Couldn’t let them know you were listening, couldn’t let them know you cared.

“Ah... it’s a scarf,” even in your most delusional mind, there was no way you could ignore the slight hint of annoyance at his voice. 

“Hm, they said they made it themselves.”

The density of the air around you was a stark comparison to the boys’ howling and laughing that followed. The recipient of the gift only shoved the garment into the box roughly before plopping the lid back on.

“So?” one of his friends asked, snickering, “what are you going to do about it?”

The click of his tongue that followed twisted around your throat until all the blood rushed up to your face, burning and suffocating you. “Do you want it?”

“Hell no, why would I want a re-gift?” The other boy yelled with a holler, “why don’t you just keep it yourself  

“Well, I can’t wear it, can I? It’s gonna give them the wrong idea.” The nonchalant way he so easily brushed off the undoubted hours and hours of effort whoever made the gift must have dedicated to the present that was now pushed to the very back of his drawer felt foreign to you. A pang of bitterness welled up in your mouth, running your tongue dry as your mind go blank. 

“Besides, don’t you think getting something handknitted from someone you aren’t with is a bit too suffocating?”

The gift bag in your drawer remained to stay right where it was when other people started rushing into the room, when the class bell rang, when the same boy who you now realised wasn’t as nice as you thought he might be rushed out with the same smile he had on when he came in that morning. 

You shoved it into your bag first thing when you were getting ready to leave, hoping that no one would catch on.

You were surprisingly serene when you tore into hours and hours of effort until it was just a bundle of yarn on the floor.

You were age 15, swearing that you were never doing crushes ever again and finally decided with determination that knitting was just not for you

-

But life has its ways of making you think twice about every promise you had made to yourself.

First in the form of a snowfall you had not expected, and then with a boy who was always prepared for the cold.

Waking up early in the mornings just to tread yourself through the chilly streets sucked, but having to rush out because the initial “5 minutes more” you told yourself as you pulled the futon over your head once more turned into you having to rush out the door with your coat barely even worn properly in the matter of a flutter of your eyes. 

Your mouth was dry and your stomach empty from skipping past the breakfast that had already gone cold on the table by the time you passed it by. It wasn’t until you felt the pain tearing at your skin from the few bits of your body exposed to the specks of snow flowing down onto the back of your hand, so cold that it felt almost like a burn when the feeling settled, that you remembered the mittens you had also left at the side of your dresser. 

Great, just wonderful.

Winter in Hyogo was forgiving on some days, brutal and mocking on the others. The grey clouds were thick and gloomy as you dashed down the road, pulling the collar of your jacket up desperately to shield your face from the wind that you were up against face first, slicing down like blades before you finally made the last turn into the comforting walls of your school building. Your face felt numb of any senses even as you brought your palm up to try and give it some warmth, only to hiss into your hand when the frosted tips of your fingers brushed against your skin.

The bell rang almost right on cue as you stepped into the classroom, letting out a sigh and salvaging in the temporary supply of warmth from your own breath. Your lips were so dry and so chapped from the cold, even just darting your tongue out to swipe over the rough edges had it almost tearing at the thin skin. You winced at the pain, which did not serve you anything other than making the ache worse.

You sighed as you sunk down on your chair, finally able to let your limbs go slack at your sides after being so tense all the way through your walk. The sudden release of the tension you had been holding on you resulted in a broken inhale as you tried to calm the beating dee under the many layers you were wearing, feeling as if you were suffocated in your core with the heat trapped in and only within the center of your body.

“Are you alright?”

Turning to your side was a struggle as you shrugged off the stiff coat you were wearing. You were sure you looked nothing short of ridiculous as the puffer jacket hung loosely around your arms, your arms extended awkwardly to hold it from sliding off the ground. Your state of being was a stark contrast to the boy who was sitting next to you, his back all straight and proper. 

You did not really think much about Kita Shinsuke, even though he had been sitting next to you for almost half a year now. There was something distant about him, like he was in a whole world of his own while everyone else just circulated around. He was always polite, never slipped up, getting back earlier than most and arrived at each function punctually. Your image of him was that he was always paying attention in class while everyone else was drooling off, his voice loud but calm when he was suddenly called to read out whatever passage you were supposed to have read at home but obviously didn’t.

It was strange, you were almost distancing yourself from him despite physically being next to him at all times.

He just didn’t seem so real, didn’t feel very human to you.

“Are you alright?” Kita asked again, this time tilting his head a little seeing that you were looking ahead blankly instead of responding.

You snapped out of your trance, quickly yanking off your jacket to place it on your lap in what you hoped was a swift motion to save the embarrassment of acting like a socially numb idiot.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you smiled, shoving your hands under your coat to try and warm up the fingers you still couldn’t feel under the fleece, “thank you for asking.” You added, almost like a second thought as you grew more and more uneased by his seemingly doubtful gaze.

Kita’s eyes went to your hair that was still not yet tidied up from being tangled up by the wind, the dots of water on your coat that was no doubt left from the snow, and your hands that were now rubbing together again and again under the coat according to his guess.

His brows furrowed at the way you were folding yourself smaller and smaller, pulling the heavy jacket that was about to slip off your lap up against your body desperately.

There was a rush of shiver to your spine at the way he pursed his lips together, and you gulped as subtly as you could while trying to maintain the smile on your face. 

There was a speckle, a tiny bud of warmth setting off in your stomach when he turned around and slipped his hands into his jacket, hung neatly at the back of his chair unlike yours, and took out a small packet. It was a white fabric pocket but you could see the black powder inside from the thin fabric. 

You did not react when he held his hand out, slender fingers holding on the hand warmer mid-air as he waited for you to take it from him. You blinked at the boy who you had never really looked at properly until now, and felt a strange twist in your stomach at the notice that there was a slight flush on his face from the cold, dusting over his cheeks and leading your gaze to his eyes that were looking at you patiently.

He must have thought that you were so strange, you grimaced to yourself when the pang of guilt rushed to your face and burning to the tip of your ears at the remembrance that you had assumed him to be the strange one when you were being so disrespectful right now.

You held out both hands in front of him, looking like a child when he dropped the little bag in your hand. Nothing could stop the sigh from slipping out of your lips when you felt the heat it was emitting, landing on your fingertips like coal in the snow and seeping into your skin.

The warmth travelled from your skin down to your veins, running slowly and slowly until it settled down as a fuzzy tingle in your chest at the thought that it was so warm because he had been the one keeping it in his pocket, likely trapping the heat within his palms when he was holding the warmer himself.

“Thank you Kita kun...” you said appreciatively, swallowing the whine that was threatening to come out with the last note of your voice when you felt your senses slowly returning to you.

“You’re welcome,” he replied, and your heart skipped a beat when he leaned his chin on his palm and gave you a tiny smile, “you should keep it, my hands don’t get cold that easily and I brought mittens.”

You did not speak to him again that day as class started and he, like the good student you never were, put his attention back to things that were more worthwhile. But you could not help but listen carefully for the first time ever when he was once again called to read out the lengthy piece of literature you didn’t study, and feeling a burst of exciting, nerve-wracking warmth budding in your chest.

-

At age 15, you promised yourself you were not doing crushes over dumb teenage boys again. At age 17, you realised that the pang in your chest when Kita Shinsuke replied to your greeting each morning (one that you tried hard to make it sound as casual as one could get, if you may add) with a smile was the same as that when you imagined your old crushed looking up from the ball court to lock gazes with you. 

But Kita was not a dumb teenage boy, he was nice and well-mannered and asked you if you were alright on a winter day. So you told yourself you did not exactly break your promise, even though there was a lingering fear at the knowing that there too was a time when you thought the boy who sneered at the carefully wrapped box on his desk was nice and beaming like the sun.

(You had, however, screamed into your pillow in frustration the day he told you they made him the captain of the volleyball team for the next year when you carefully suggested that he seemed happier than usual. “Captains,” you groaned into your make-shift punching bag, “why are they always captains?”)

Winter passed, and then it was spring. Spring was the time for a new start, but you were not excited about changes. You had been content with a simple “good morning” every day made possible by the convenience of your adjacent tables, but how were you supposed to conceal your yearning for a smile and a nonchalant word of care as nothing out of place if you had to go out your way just to even catch a glimpse at him?　

You had to force yourself, clamp your lips tight together to stop the pitiful squeal that was close to bursting out from the back of your throat when you saw the familiar kanji, the same one as the direction always pointing people forward and the brightest star hanging on the sky, at the “ki” column of the class list. 

Your third and last year and still in the same class, this was a sign, this had got to be a sign.

The anticipation was hard to conceal as you paced down the hallway until stopping at the sign of “3-7″ above the door. The embarrassment immediately followed the initial rush of glee at the boy who was, as expected already there. He was sitting at the first seat at the row leaning by the wall and even though your heart died a little at the conflict that you could not slack in class with the whoever it was standing in front of the blackboard so close to you, you still walked closer to the table right behind his with carefully controlled steps.

“Good morning Kita kun,” you said, still fumbling to find a balanced tone between letting him know you were happy to see him but not too much, glad that you were in the same class but not in a creepy way, hoping that he also searched for your name the way you looked for his but not holding out too much for it.

your throat tightened when he smiled back at you, “Good morning, (y/l/n) san.”

“You are early,” you blurted out, praying that it wasn’t too sudden.

“Yes, I had to stop by the club room to prepare for the upcoming tryouts before coming back.” He had turned around to face you completely, and you searched for everything your brain could come up with to keep the conversation going.

“Oh right, you are the captain now,” you cursed yourself for stating something so obvious in your brain, absolutely loathing air-headed your own voice sounded in your head. You breathed in, mastering your courage to appear confident and charming, “I hope it’s alright if I sit here behind you?”

You were smiling, but your knuckles were hurting from how hard you had to grip at the handle of your bag just to hold yourself back from fidgeting. The chair was already half pulled-out, and you crouched down just slightly as you waited for a response.

You knew you were the one who asked, but what if he said no?

But he didn’t, and not even the fear of appearing like a fool in front of the boy you so wanted to impress could stop you from grinning ear to ear when he laughed. You didn’t think you had heard Kita laugh before. It was an addicting sound, crisp like bells and like the pink petals that were falling off the trees all around campus. 

You knew at that moment you didn’t care if this crush was just as dumb as the last one, or that you might end up looking like a fool for going against what you had so sternly told yourself when you were 15.

Screw 15 year old you, they knew nothing.

“Of course.”

-

Then winter rolled by the corner, as an angry current sweeping the dried leaves off the road and the temperature dropping and dropping until you were taking out your heavy coat from the back of your closet again.

It was with great regret and exasperation that you found out, one year after starting to learn more about Kita Shinsuke, that he was brilliant and absolutely so passionate about knitting.

The way you had a whole storm brewing in your head over something as simple as getting back to your classroom after lunch break to see a very calm, serene Kita at his table, with a ball of yarn on his lap and two needles threading with each other in his hand, was an absolute joke. You had tried to form an interest in volleyball just to have more chances to talk to him, going as far as to sit through the hour long practices matches that Inarizaki always had with other schools at the far back corner of the gym just to have something to bring up in a passing the next day. But of all the things, of all the things this person who seemed to be good at everything liked, it has got to be the one thing that you associated with nothing but bad memories.

“What are you making?” you asked, holding back the screaming thoughts in your head as you slid down into your own seat and leaned forward.

The little glimmer of joy in his eyes was hard to miss, and you were not sure if you want to feel triumphant for finding a new excuse to talk to him or cry because you had not looked at a knitting needle in years.

“I’m knitting socks,” he said and held up the tunnel of knitted fabric dangling off his needles, “it’s almost Christmas, and I wanted to make something practical for my teammates.” 

“Hm?” You nodded, urging him to go on as if your own scalp was not frying from the recoil of what happened the last few times you wanted to make something practical for someone.

“This is for Akagi from class 6,” he immediately added, thinking about how you might not know who Akagi from class 6 was, “he had been complaining about having cold feet at morning practices lately.”

(You did, in fact, know who Akagi from class 6 was, but decided to let him give you the information instead of exposing how much attention you paid to the Inarizaki Volleyball Club.)

Man, you had never wished you knew how to knit as much you do now.

“Can you teach me how to knit?”

Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-

You froze at the words that went straight through your brain to your mouth and vocalised in the quiet classroom. 

“There’s something I want to make,” you gulped, stumbling to force a smile onto your face, “for someone.”

Someone as in, well, him.

You had already braced yourself to chuckle it off when he said that he was busy, or just some sort of well-intended reasoning that would all point to the immediate  conclusion in your head that you were just overstepping boundaries as no one but another classmate who just happened to sit near him for the past year.

But the screaming in your head stopped, leaving your world in absolute silence when he placed the ball of yarn onto his table and pulled another ball out from his bag.

“Sure.”

-

You did not notice, which was strange because you were usually the first to overthink on each of his miniatures, that Kita Shinsuke nearly dropped the needles in his hand when you quickly, in the middle of your inner panicking, suggested that there was someone you wanted to knit for.

He wavered for a brief moment, wondering if he really wanted to teach you how to knit for someone else, before feeling a sour guilt that he was being a bad friend by hesitating to help you when you asked.

He wondered who it was that you wanted to make something for, he thought to himself as he handed you the spare pair of needles he had.

Must be someone important to you.

-

So every day until you eventually go on break for Christmas and the new years, you would go back to your classroom early during lunch period to learn how to knit from Kita Shinsuke, who was coincidentally who the eventually finished piece that you hope you would finish was meant for.

You went into this with no thought other than to suck up on your own impulsiveness and just milked what had become of it as much as you could, trying to fish the opportunity of spending extra time with him. You were not even sure if you would actually give him the finished piece if there would be any, you were not sure if you were prepared to go down the progress of determination turned hesitation turned eventual heartbreak that last time you had to muster up any courage just to gift something to another person.

Even though this was all an excuse for you to talk to Kita, there was no denying that the 3 years in which you avoided knitting only made your hands even clumsier than before. He was always patient, always stopping his hands with whatever sock or hat or glove he was making to take a look at what would hopefully become an intact piece of knitwork dangling off of your needles.

“Let me see.”

The soft hum from his nasal every time you called for his assistant was enough to have you weak, and you were so glad that he put all his focus on helping you because then he wouldn’t notice you staring at him rather shamelessly.

On days when the weather was good, it was as if his eyes were the winter sun, the same one that was spilling in through the windows and casting a soft halo around him, all while his brows contorted in concentration over your work.

It turned out that Kita Shinsuke was great at teaching, and while much slower than him, you eventually managed to sit in comfort silent with him in the tender winter afternoons of Hyogo and let the sounds of thread pulling filled the air. You were trying but he was a natural, even though he claimed that it was just a direct result from years, a decade of practicing.

In the time you had struggled to focus on one piece, you had seen Kita worked on a multitude of things you were sure you should not even attempt to make. There was a nice thick pair of gloves for Ojiro, the trusty spiker who was feeling bothered by his dry hands from cold water. Another pair of gloves but this time fingerless because, to quote Kita, Suna Rintarou probably wouldn’t wear anything that kept him away from his lovely touch screen. You saw woollen hats twice but in different colours, and he had explained that he thought of making something different for the ruckus twin boys but figured they would just get into yet another fight over who gets what.

Crush aside, you wished you had a slither of his skills.

“I think anyone can be good at knitting,” he said, handing you back the row of maroon casts you had asked him to check up on with an approving nod. His fingertips just barely brushed against yours as he let go of the needles, sending shivers up your forearm that you were so glad was covered by your cardigan.

You laughed, brushing your finger at the few spots that you struggled to get right on the pattern, “I doubt.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “What do you mean?” he said, pointing towards the casts that got neater and neater as you progressed visibly, “you are already getting better.”

You pursed your lips, toying with the unfinished hem.

You had learnt a long time ago that sometimes you tried your best, but the best was not always enough. Sometimes, the best would get you a huff and a complaint that your heart and soul was too heavy, too suffocating. Sometimes the more and more you put into something meant that you did not know where to put it anymore once you tore it apart after no longer having someone to give it too, but it was too much to shove back into the hole in your heart.

You wondered if your best or your “better” was enough this time.

“Kita kun.”

“Hm?” he hummed, like how he always did when you look up at him from your hands. But you did not look at him this time, twirling the loose end of the yarn in your index finger instead.

“Do you think getting something handknitted from someone you aren’t with is suffocating?”

Kita frowned at the sad smile that was on your lips. You were looking at what he assumed would be a scarf from the casting and the patterns, rubbing at the slightly crooked cable. Were you thinking of the person you want to give it to? Were you worried that they wouldn’t like it? He had made himself stop speculating who it was that made you get back early each day and struggle so clearly with something you didn’t seem to exactly enjoy just to make something thoughtful for them, but he couldn’t stop the bitterness from welling up that it was someone who made you worry over them finding you suffocating.

He wanted to tell you that anyone who thought so was not someone who deserved your time, but swallowed it down anyways.

“No,” he said, and you finally looked up at him, “I think it is rude to think that of someone who put effort into doing anything with me in mind.”

And there it was again, the same warmth that tingled until it was all you could feel. Like a hand warmer, like a simple hello in the mornings, like the winter sun that was shining on you.

Right.

You smiled, a genuine one this time.

Because Kita Shinsuke was not just some dumb crush, because he wasn’t like the boy who never really did look up to see you, because you were ok with breaking every single promise you had made to shield yourself off just for a chance with him.

He seemed confused at your sudden change of mood, but you only shook your head and picked up the knitting needles again.

“You’re right.”

-

To say that everyone was hyped for winter break was an understatement.

But you, you were just really nervous.

You greeted Kita when you came back in the morning as usual, feeling the nerve bundling up in your stomach already just from knowing that if this went badly, you could not bear it to pretend to still be his friend from then on. Classes did not pique your interest in the slightest, and the only time you even diverted your gaze upwards from the book you were staring at blankly was when Kita’s voice rang in the classroom, blocking the blackboard from your view as he stood up to answer some question you did not know the answer to.

He looked warm, you remarked to yourself as your eyes scanned through the grey vest he was wearing.

Did he make it himself? Maybe you should ask him for a tutorial later.

And then you remembered that it was the last day before break, and your knitting sessions with him was already over. Your scarf was finished, he even complimented you on it. (“I’m sure whoever got this will be very pleased,” he had said, and you were just praying to whatever entity you could think of that he would still think so when you give it to him) It wouldn’t make sense for you to go to him anymore, and it would be awkward for both of you if he knew that you were only learning how to knit to be around him.

Your hands were so cold, nearly in pain as you grip on the box that you had been hiding in your bag all day long. You backed out of giving it to him during lunch when no one else was around, deciding that you would rather not stare at his back for another few hours after basically exposing yourself. But the day was about to come to an end. The winter sun was always gone early, and the sky was lit up in shades of orange and red as students rushed home for the start of their break.

You sucked in a deep breath when you saw him packing up his things after the end-of-class bell rang.

“Kita kun?”

“Yes?”

All you could hear was the beating in your ears and the hilt of what was a steady rhythm when he turned to look at you. His voice still made you melt, and heat spread on your face like the fiery cloud hanging on the sky from the setting sun.

Warm, bright, beautiful.

“This is for you,” you tried to stop your voice from shaking as you looked into his eyes, the same ones that widened when he saw the box on your extended hands, “thank you for helping me all through last year.”

You had to remind yourself to breath as Kita took the wrapped present. “Can I open it?” he asked, his hand hovering above the ribbon.

You tried to maintain the smile on your face.

“Of course.”

Kita knew the scarf that was sitting inside the box, he could point out which cast was his doing and which ones you had asked him for help even with his eyes closed. He had wondered about what you had done with it, whether the person who got it was worth your heart and soul.

He had wished, with sincerity, that it would go well for you but there was also a selfish part of him that pondered, contemplated how it might go if he told you he would love to have that scarf.

You grimaced when he didn’t say a word, before slowly closing up the box. You had prepared yourself for this outcome, but part of you still felt a familiar sting in your chest.

Until you saw him digging into his own bag and pulling out a tiny bag. You were still dazed as he handed it to you, his fingers holding onto the handle and a smile on his face as he waited for you to take it. You reached out with both palms, before the weight of it settled in your hand.

It was a pair of gloves, soft and sturdy in your hands without a single stitch out of place. Your finger brushed against the intricate patterns at the center before stopping at the elastic hem. You could not help but slid it on, gasping in awe at how it fit perfectly.

Kita was smiling at you, and he was throwing the end of the scarf to his back when you looked up at him. The one he had worn that morning when he made way back to school under the cold was shoved into his bag and replaced by the less well-made one you had given him.

But he didn’t care, he loved it.

“Should we go?” He asked, holding his own gloved-hand out, “They are closing the school soon.”

You finally got to be mesmerised by him without having to shy away, and the way his eyes were full of you could only be matched to the sun that was setting outside, rays of what would be the last of its shine until tomorrow reflecting off the snow.

Beautiful, soft, and had your heart all warm and gooey.

“Let’s go.” You replied, grinning ear to ear, before taking his hand.

And it was so, so warm.

[itsrotherogue]

Miya Atsumu

Ft: msby!atumu x gn!reader

Tw: mild curses, suggestive situations

Summary: If there was a rank list for the most unaccommodating boyfriend, Miya Atsumu would top that list. And he'd be proud of it too.Here are reasons why.

He's stubborn

We can all agree on this one point. With Miya Atsumu, it's either his way or the highway, except if you are Miya Osamu or Kita Shinsuke. And even if you are, by any chance, one of the two above-mentioned, it takes a lot of effort to drive your point home. Oh, and unless you know how to tame a brat he's gonna be the controlling one in the relationship. Maybe you do have a brat-taming kink. God knows why else you think you can handle him if not for that.

He's clingy

Miya Atsumu must have been a koala in his last life. The way he clings to you always makes you wonder if he's the same guy who was controlling the court last night. He would whine if you want to get up from the couch while cuddling. He will beg you to stay put. Up until you can't hold your bladder anymore and have to rip him off you and dash for the bathroom. He will most often than not attack you with his puppy dog eyes if you ever stop scratching his scalp. Although it makes you mush, you really need to check that email from work. Maybe cuddling the humongous man on your lap for ten minutes more won't be a bad idea. Wrong.

He's moody

There are times when you doubt whether you really are the one menstruating in this relationship. There's literally no way to read Miya Atsumu's inner thoughts. He knows how to hide them. And when the bottle (which is so tiny) fills up, you are rewarded with a moody 'Tsumu who grumps around the house cursing at random inanimate objects.

"Move y'stupid door! Yer blocking my way!"

"Fer God-fucking-sake why don't ya light up already?! Are ya mocking me? Cuz I'll let ya know I lit stoves more advanced than ya at 'Samu's restaurant!!"

He snores

Pretty self explanatory. But a point worth to be noted. Miya Atsumu is a deep sleeper. Must be a given, provided the exhaustive training he undergoes on a daily basis. His snores are so disturbing, you have to opt for earbuds if you plan to catch up on your sleep. He's a blanket hogger too. The worst kind, in fact. You have a backup blanket, so all's good and nobody dies. It isn't unusual to wake up in the middle of the night from suffocation as a huge, muscular body splays out over you. There were times when you had asked him to agree to sleep in separate rooms (refer point 2). But then he attacked you with his puppy dog eyes and you were in his palm once again.

He's childish

Atsumu Miya definitely has his childish moments. Which are a lot. He throws a tantrum if you genuinely can not attend one of his important tournaments. He will go to any lengths if it means you will agree to be there. Even guilt-tripping (refer point 1). He wants his breakfast in his favourite bowl only. He hates it when he has to bath alone. He can not manage his expenses well. And he can't cook for shit. You are his mommy/daddy/guardian when it comes to normal human activities that don't involve volleyball.

He's obnoxious and possessive

This trait of Atsumu Miya takes the cake. He is famed for his possessive behaviour around things and people he considers his. And you became his the moment you thought it was a good idea to get together with him. Hence you are often seen carrying his marks, be it a poorly hidden hickey or a suspicious limp to your step. Nobody is permitted to touch his belongings without his permission. That extends to his practice bag, his phone, his keys and last but not the least to you. He will easily blow a fuse if he catches anybody tampering with any of the above-mentioned belongings, and you have had to pull the menace from starting a fight more than once or twice.

Conclusion: Atsumu Miya is a terrible boyfriend. Then why are you with him?

Maybe it's the way his eyes always light up with genuine joy when he catches sight of you in the airport. He always has to embarrass you by pulling you in for a loud lip-smacking kiss or waltzing you around the airport.

Or maybe it's the enthusiasm with which he retells you all that happened on his trips for the away games. More than half of it is an exaggerated version of him telling you how superior he is. But you are willing to hear all of it if you get to watch that brilliant smile once again.

Or just maybe it's the way his arms wrap around your trembling form, reassuring you that no matter how hard the world is he will always be here for you. That you can always turn to him when there's no other way. How he pulls you in for a gentle kiss, lips caressing yours and so many promises falling from his. Promises that you know he will keep.

Or maybe all of this is just a dream you wove, to dodge the loneliness gnawing at your heart. The wish to have somebody permanent waiting for you at the end of the bridge. A somebody who wants you as much as you want somebody to want you. And maybe you are close to finding that person. It might be the next second, or the next year. Who knows? Maybe the one for you might have been just lurking around the corner, waiting for you like you were waiting for them?

[fallenisded]

My dorm mate is like an excited puppy (Part 2)

Pairing: Suna Rintarou x Reader

Summery: Suna and [Y/N] are from rival clans and they‘re suppose despise eachother but they met in college and they kiss kiss fall in love 👍

——————————————————————————— ‘Mm, I’ll just go to my dorm after class,’ Shoving her phone into her pocket, the girl walked with her classmates to the hall for her next subject.

“So, I heard you’re from the [L/N] clan,” A blonde asked her while passing by.

‘Obviously I am. Are you stupid or are you just forgetful and forgot most people call me by my last name,’

“Yeah. And…you are?” The blonde looked at her like he saw a ghost. Everyone knew who he was, every girl in the campus fawns over him, maybe occasionally boy’s too, like he’s a god or something. Though, just from his amazing looks, you might think he is god.

“Miya, Miya Atsumu,” The female nodded and noted it down in her brain. Even though they might never see eachother again because of Atsumu’s friend group. A voice was heard calling for the blonde’s name behind them.

“Tsumu, ya wanna go help Rin get his dorm number after your class or are we doing it without ya?” The lookalike but with grey hair instead of blonde said, eyeing the girl but quickly looked back at Atsumu right after. [Y/N] quickly turned away and walked to the hall, not wanting to be called nosy for listening onto people’s conversations.

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“Oh, hi!!” A blonde haired girl greeted [Y/N] after opening the door to dorm 0469. Her hair was tied up into a small one sided ponytail to the left with a couple matching star clips. Her big brown eyes looking at the female while holding the door open for her new dorm mate, seemingly excited to have a person to share the spacious dorm with.

“Hi,” The [H/C] girl greeted back with the complete opposite energy, bringing her suitcase into the room. Looking around the place to see that it has a living room and a kitchen. Not too small, just enough for maybe two pairs of people to be in?

“I’m Yachi Hitoka! Nice to meet you, roomie!” [Y/N] cringed slightly at the girl’s ecstatic tone and being called ‘roomie’ Turning around to fully face the blonde properly, she mentally noted how the girl was small and cute. Like a hyper puppy happy to see it’s owner.

“E-erm, [L/N] [Y/N]. Nice to meet you too,” Getting flustered at the thought that she just compared the blonde she just met to an excited puppy, the girl stumbled with her words as her new roommate practically beamed at her when she heard [Y/N]’s voice.

“Ah, S-sorry. I’m probably invading your personal space,” Backing up to give [Y/N] space, Hitoka chuckled awkwardly and rubbed her arm. “I-it’s fine,”

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“SUNARIN!!! YOU BASTARD YOU’RE FINALLY HERE-“

“SHUT UP TSUMU!”

Kita Shinsuke sighed at the twins. He walked toward the raven haired male and gave him a pat in the shoulder. “Wanna get to your dorm now?”

Looking at the black tipped hair man with his hand busy holding his phone and recording the twins fighting to get his luggage. “Mm, sure. Who am I sharing the dorm with tho?”

“Of course it’s your’s trul- OI,”

“It’s me,”

Aran said, cutting off the blonde twin along with the grey haired one hitting the back of his head. “Atsumu failed to get the receptionist to make you share a room with him so I’m sharing with you,” The black toned man said pointing at the pouting Atsumu.

“Oh by the way Rin. A chick from the [L/N] clan is here too,” Pulling away Osamu’s hand from his mouth, the blonde said catching the attention of the son of the Suna clan. The man hummed and pulled out his phone, checking something on his notes app and putting it back to his pockets. “That’s…interesting I guess,”

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Loving Blindly

Pairing: Osamu x reader, Kita x reader

Based on prompt: “I loved you completely, just like you did, right?”

For the third time in a week, he bailed on you. You were used to it at that point, him bailing, forgetting to answer your messages, ignoring you for days on end. You never spoke up about it because you were foolish, you accepted his neglect, making yourself believe he was just training for volleyball or at practice. Practices you apparently didn’t need to show up to even though you are the team’s manager. You chose to turn the blind eye when you found him spending time with her. The new manager for their team, someone who was going to help ease the work load for you, not get the attention of your boyfriend. You didn’t know her name, well, you did but you choose to forget it and honestly, you knowing and remembering it would force you into a reality check. It would force you to have to face the fact that he didn’t care, not like he used too. Maybe he never cared, maybe he was toying with you. All those maybes went through your head like clock work. You always pushed it aside as best as you could, but eventually those maybes always came back. You fooled yourself into thinking you were just insecure, too needy, so thats what made you oblivious. Foolish thing to do really, because as soon as he texted, you answered back quickly, no matter how long it took him to respond, you always answered like a love sick puppy. He would shower you with love, after leaving you alone for days, you thought it was guilt for being busy with Volleyball. He felt guilty because he didn’t have the guts to leave you, no, not yet. But you didn’t know that, how could you, not when you practically looked at him as if he was the one to create the stars.

At least, that’s how you saw him until Kita gave you a much needed reality check. He one day decided enough was enough and pulled you out of the gym, before Osamu could walk over to you. You had this look of confusion, and before you could ask him why he pulled you out of the room, he spoke up, “Y/n, you need to stop.” His words, the way he said them scared you, “I need to stop what, Kita?” He takes a deep breath almost as if to calm himself down before answering your question, “You need to stop turning a blind eye on what Osamu is doing, you need to stop letting yourself be used. He is just stringing you along like its a game. You know this. You do. But you choose to ignore it and instead see the good in him, and I care about Osamu, I do, but what he is doing to you isn’t right. I cannot stand there and watch you get your heart broken. I can’t because it breaks mine, watching your beautiful, smiling expression fall when he walks past you to talk to her.” You shake your head, still trying to make it seem like he is a good person, “No, Osamu wouldn’t string me along, he loves me. He said so.” Kita’s eyes become full of sadness and hugs you, “y/n... If he loved you he wouldn’t be cozy with her, he would be here, giving you the love you deserve.” You cry silently into his chest, as his words push their way into your brain, making you realize that maybe, maybe he didn’t love you like you thought.

After that, you still answered almost immediately to his texts, you still forgave him for forgetting your birthday, and anniversary, which is funny because both were on the same day. Kita continued to watch from afar as you forgave Osamu, not knowing why you chose to do so, it hurt him to see you sad but didn’t say anything. The week after your birthday and anniversary, you finally spoke up, “Osamu.” You call him over during his break from playing, before he could walk past you, “I loved you completely, just like you do, you say and pause, “Right?” Osamu is taken about by the way you phrased the question, but chalks it up as you accidently messing up. He begins to answer but doesn’t look at you when he answers, no obviously he is looking past you, at her, “Of course I love you completely.” You know he isn’t looking at you, much less saying it about you, so taking a shaky breath you respond, “I don’t want to be with you anymore. Not if I have to be a second choice to you. I turned the blind eye for so long, convincing myself that you ignoring my texts, ignoring me, for days was okay, that you were busy, but someone, helped me realize how fucking blindly I was loving someone who didn’t deserve that love. I made up excuses for you ignoring me, thinking hey you were busy with volleyball, but I fucking remembered that you don’t even like it, not like Atsumu does. So I came up with an excuse that even I shouldn’t have believed. But I did, because I wanted to give you all of my love, even if it made me blind. Even if it hurt. But I am done, done being naive. I hope you are happy with Her.” Osamu feels many emotions hit him at once, the biggest one, regret. He wasn’t expecting you to say you love him and then end things with him in the same conversation. He knew it was going to happen one day, you getting tired of him blowing you off, but he didn’t expect you to do it now. He didn’t realize it then, but later on he would realize that he lost the only woman who would forgive his mistakes because to her, they wouldn’t be mistakes, just instances of weakness. He would never experience the same love you gave him, making his heart have a ghost of your love forever. He still thinks about how you told him you love him, and realization hits, you never said love, you said loved, past tense. What a fool he was.

You on the other hand you almost forgot about him, Kita helped you heal, he showed you what real love was, how you shouldn’t have wait for the person you love to text you back days later, or to be ghosted for days on end. There were times that you would think back and remember him. You would almost regret leaving him, almost. You used to think you couldn’t live without Osamu Miya. You thought that you were made to exist for him, but that wasn’t the case. He made you become closed off, not wanting to love blindly like that again. That was then, now, you stand in front of the man who cherishes you and taught you that loving blindly isn’t bad, or one-sided. This man, he loves you so much. This is the man that you know you can’t live without, the man you were made to exist for, and he felt the same way. For either of you two, living without the other would be hell. So you cherish each other everyday, your beloved rice farmer, man that you are going to spend the rest of your life with, Shinsuke Kita.

You look at him and as he holds your hand you say,

“I do”

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A/N: This idea came to me from a quote from a show, and just like what I feel blind love should not be and what it should be :) not like i know the difference anyways, I’m always loving blindly 🤣