#kyoutani oneshots

[suplicyy]

What kind of aesthetic do you think the characters go for? Like what aesthetic would they be attracted to in a partner, purely based on vibes. You can answer this sinply as an ask, or create hcs out of it, completely up to you :-)

Type of "aesthetics" that Haikyuu boys would like in a partner

— Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.

— Multiple characters!!

— Fluff | Gn!Reader

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He would certainly fall in love instantly with someone very lively, extroverted and playful, someone who shared his same chaotic personality, joining in on his crazy ideas. His ideal type of date would definitely be busier places, such as amusement parks, arcades, festivals, etc.

Someone who wasn't afraid to express themselves in with vibrant colors, even if it makes you the center of attention. The most important thing is that you can wear clothes and accessories that express your personality and lifestyle!

— hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone shyer, cute, almost as if they just came out of a shoujo anime, certainly catches his attention. A person who has a loving personality, and who cares about him, makes his heart skip a beat.

Many of your dates would be something simpler, like a picnic or a day watching movies at home, but these are the moments when you create the sweetest memories. <3

— sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 Someone who has a unique style and way of thinking, in a perfect balance between chaos and tranquility. One moment you would perhaps be at a show, and the next you would be walking through the deserted streets at dawn, uncovering the secrets that the dawn hides in the shadows.

A person who was bold, both in personality and in the way of dressing and expressing themselves, but who gave off a strange feeling of comfort.

— iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.

ᡴꪫ₊˚⊹. 》 He are looking for someone who is mature and responsible, and who has a calm personality, but don't forget to remind him every day and in every possible way that you love him. Be it song lyrics, quotes in books, and even drawings, you would always find a new way to make him rosy-cheeked.

Whether in a coffee shop, library or museum, he would always feel calm and comfortable with your presence, because just you being by his side was enough for him.

— asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.

꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦꒷꒦︶꒷꒦︶ ๋ ࣭ ⭑꒷꒦

— A/N: I'm sorry if that wasn't exactly what you wanted, this "aesthetics" thing I don't really understand because it's a very vague concept, so I tried my best to write something that could include everyone who is reading!!

Besides, this is my first time writing in this type of style, so I'm sorry again if it's not good💔 And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!

[emilsendo]

hihihi I was wondering if you wouldn't mind writing something with kyoutani (mad dog) x male reader where the reader doesn't put up with any of mad dog's bs

only if you want to ofc!! sorry if this didn't make sense have a good day :]

Hiya! I am happy to make this request and I hope it will be good. (I'm not sure if I get it right, also I don't know which relation ya wanted with him, so don't hit me for messing something up🙏🛐)

Well, Enjoy!

Request: ✅️

Type: ???

Warnings: swearing, argument, cringe etc.

After classes ended, you were about to leave your school. You packed your things and hung the bag over your shoulder, leaving the classroom with tired expression. You've had enough! it was probably the most stressful day at school you've ever had. All you wanted was to go home, eat something, wash yourself and fall on your bed to fall asleep in your comfortable sheets... and to be away from these savages commonly called your "Classmates".

Walking through the school corridor, feeling satisfied and lighthearted that you are heading to the peace you long for. Suddenly, your "dear friend" bumbed into you. Which of course, was "your" fault in his opinion.

— Watch where you're goin', idiot! Can't you see I am walking?— he literally scolded you for nothing, while his usual scowl on his face deepen as he step in your way few seconds earlier. You stared at him with annoyed expression, feeling like you're about to say something you'll later.... not regret.

— Dude, first of all, YOU bumped into me. Secondly, smile because you look like a potato with sticks painted on instead of eyebrows. Lastly, if you didn't cooperate with your teammates again and that's why you lost, take it out on someone who wants to listen to you.....So, i quess no one want to listen to your bullshit.— You said with fake calmness, you felt too tired and annoyed to deal with Kentarō, also known as "Mad Dog", because of his almost aggresive behavior.

The blonde didn't like what you said to him, his grimace became bigger and he looked like he wanted to bite half of your face off. Probably because you hit the nail on the head. He did lose the game. And he's pissed off.

— ....I'll kill you for that.— He said.

— Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.— you cut him off quickly, patting his head to tease him more and then you process to leave Aoba Johsai school. This guy really is something else....always grumpy, always aggressive, always wants to do everything himself, and always looks like he's about to burn you alive and curse your whole family with single glance.

The next day, during the break, you ate your (flavor) mochi. you were sitting on a bench in a place where it was relatively quiet. In your other hand you held a book titled "(Random name)".

As you were reading, you felt a strong grip on your shoulder that made you flinch a bit. Like, who the hell would expect something like this? Everyone would flinch. You looked up, feeling confused and curious, then you saw the person of the reason you stopped reading... No other than Kentarō.

— Oi, I want you to be on the Aoba Johsai match. I don't take answer "No", if you'll not be there, I'll kick your ass.— he said, as he tighten his grip on your shoulder. You already knew why he ask you that, making you irritated again by his personality. He only wants you here, just to rub into your face that he doesn't need teammates and that he's stronger than them.... and of course, for you to nod like a good puppy. NO! You'll not agree to this again, the last time you agreed to this, you had to listen to Iwazumi scolding and hitting Kentarō for begin disrespectful and stupid. And then the blond haired boy process to take his anger out on you by complaining about...who knows even what!?

— No.— you replied. Trying to sound like a professional nice kid that you weren't at all when it comes to Kentarō, who isn't good to you either.

The blond haired boy with two black stripes running across the sides of his head, just above the ears, grits his teeth. Before he smack your head, not too hard but still with firm hand. Making your eyes widen and anger rise.

— What the hell did ya just do, ya dog!?— you asked with stern tone, standing up immediately. Getting ready to scold the fuck out of him

— I warned you! And don't call me dog, asshole!— he respond, giving the same energy as you did. The people around you two just stared at you both, feeling concerned and mostly curious.

— You're acting like an idiot and I'm the one who has to apologize to you? Dude, you're my friend, but there are some lines you cross!— As you were saying it, you were also hitting Kentarō on the head with your fist. Trying to fight back for the thing he did earlier.

This argument lasted for a good few seconds until suddenly Iwazumi arrived and was informed about the incident by passing students. His look spoke for itself... You both were in trouble.

— IWA-CHAN! NO!—

— HEY! DON'T HIT!—

— SHUT UP!! YOU BOTH ARE CHILDISH AND STUPID!—

— Iwa-chan~ What is that all about....OW!—

— SHUT UP YOU TOO, SHITTYKAWA!—

[linkemon]

Kyōken (Kyōtani Kentarō x Reader)

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ᴏɪᴋᴀᴡᴀ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴡɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ꜱᴛᴏᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ. ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴘᴏꜱᴇ, ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜᴍᴀᴋᴇʀ…

— [Reader]-chaaan! — A loud, sweet voice came from the end of the corridor. — Here you are.

— Good morning, Oikawa-senpai.

The girl was honestly surprised. The king of the school was usually surrounded by his fan club. This time, he came alone. Moreover, they didn't know each other very well. Third graders rarely had any contact with the lower grades outside of club activities.

— You have to come to our match — he blurted out.

This made her even more surprised. She didn't know how to get out of the situation. In theory, senpais were not to be refused. However, she had heard about the flirt's exploits and had no desire to get involved with his fans. Every suspicion meant jealous glances. It could also lead to later unpleasantness.

— But I don't like volleyball — she cleared her throat nervously.

— You've already been to our... AAAAAH — Oikawa howled.

[Reader] recognized the person who hit him in the head. It was his teammate, Iwaizumi.

— Are you bothering kouhais again, Shittykawa? — He pulled him by the ear.

— It's not like that, Iwa-chan — he sobbed as if on cue.

The girl wondered how tears could be summoned so quickly. She had no doubt that Aobajohsai Captain was a master in this matter.

— I just wanted Kyōken-chan to play well...— he sobbed.

— I apologize for him. — Hajime bowed, forcing his friend to do the same.

— Apology accepted — she replied.

She felt awkward. After all, it wasn't every day that two older senpais apologized to her at the same time.

— We'd appreciate it if you came to training anyway.

— Where is this invitation coming from? — She started playing with her fingers nervously.

The students were already heading to their classes. She couldn't be late for calligraphy. Yamahama-sensei took her work very seriously and did not tolerate any kind of deviation.

— I'll be honest with you — Iwaizumi started, dismissing Oikawa towards their classroom. — Kyōtani-kouhai seems calmer when you're in the stands. With his explosive personality, we may have serious problems in the next match. Help us. — He bowed again. — You can take someone with you if you want, just please come.

It was strange for [Reader] to accept that the boy could be short-tempered. They were in different classes but when they met, he always seemed rather calm to her.

— All right. — She nodded. — If it's to help him... I mean, help you win, then fine.

— Thanks a lot. We start at four p.m. in the hall! — The boy disappeared around the corner.

A stack of boxes filled with books covered [Reader] the entire school corridor. It was inevitable that they would collide with someone sooner or later.

— Be careful how you walk…— Kyōtani stopped mid-sentence.

The boy would normally yelled at anyone who bumped into him. It didn't matter whether it was a third-year or a teacher (though in the latter case he usually ended up cleaning the classroom as punishment).

This time, however, the situation required restraint. [Reader] was lying on the floor, among a pile of textbooks. They were in different classes but Kentarō had been watching her for some time. So far, there has been no opportunity to talk to her. He was stopped from taking the first step by information he accidentally heard during a breakfast break — apparently the girl liked calm and polite students. He had no way of knowing if it was true but he decided he didn't want to ruin anything. Especially since he was aware of his rather difficult character.

Without a word, he held out his hand. It was received with gratitude, accompanied by apologies and bows.

— Don't worry about it. — He scratched the back of his neck.

He introduced himself and then offered to help carry the boxes.

— Kyōtani-kun, you don't have to carry everything. I can take some from you.

— How much can such a frail girl like you carry?

He knew that sooner or later he wouldn't be able to stop himself. His character always came out in the end. He felt like punching himself in the face for forgetting.

To his surprise, [Reader] laughed.

— Not much probably. You're right. I heard you play volleyball. With muscles like that, you might as well carry it all.

He felt heat rising to his cheeks and covered himself with the cardboard. He hoped nothing was visible.

— Do you like volleyball?

— No. To be honest, I don't really like sports but my friend is a fan of the school team. She goes to every match where Oikawa-senpai plays.

— You can come to our training sometime. We usually play after three o'clock.

— Seriously? It'd be great.

— We're here — he said, wishing the classroom was at the other end of the school.

— Thanks for the help! And see you tomorrow.

— I'll be late... come on...— The girl pressed the buttons of the machine to no avail.

It had already swallowed a lot of yen and the metal springs didn't move.

The second grader didn't want to stay hungry. She had a difficult test ahead of her. Her growling stomach wouldn't help her at all.

— Stand back — she heard behind her.

Kentarō swung and kicked the machine with all his might. The equivalent of all the money that [Reader] put in was gone.

The boy turned around, waiting for a reaction. He was horrified by the sight of the girl standing there with her eyes wide open. He was afraid that she would scold him for destroying the machine. However, nothing of the sort happened.

— Wow! Just like in the movies. — Delighted, she took out candy bars and carbonated drinks. — Take the can as a thank you.

— Thanks but it's nothing. — He cleared his throat. — It always gets stuck. If you ever have a problem again, hit  really hard. Or... you can stop by my classroom and I'll come help you.

— I'll remember... Kyōtani-kun, aren't you going the wrong way? — She raised an eyebrow.

Only after asking did he realize that his legs were carrying him away from the room he was heading towards.

— It just so happens that I'm heading in that direction too...

— Why are you so calm today? — Yahaba asked, practicing his receive.

— Because [Reader]-san is in the stands — someone from the team replied.

— I'm always calm! — Kentarō hit the ball with such force that a loud slap against the hand could be heard.

He felt pain burning in his hand. He got used to venting his anger on the pitch. Volleyball was perfect for this purpose.

— Yes, yes... But you better get over this anger because your girlfriend is watching — the setter laughed.

— She's not my girlfriend! — He served towards Shigeru.

He was going to wipe the smirk off his face. At the last moment, however, he remembered to behave himself and eased the pressure.

He gritted his teeth.

The start of the match has come. He didn't feel good about being limited. The whistle blew, signaling that it was time for him to serve.

To the boy's surprise, between the screams of the fans he heard a loud:

— Kyōtani-kun, knock'em!

It was [Reader] who was screaming very loudly, waving at him.

He smiled.

— That's my intention! — he replied, jumping high into the air.

— Ace for Aobajōsai!

— Did you come up with the idea that [Reader] likes — Hajime drew quotation marks in the air — nice boys?

— Iwa-chan, I'm the captain of this team. I told you we would win this game, no matter what. — Oikawa winked at his friend and then went back to warming up.

— Sometimes I wonder if you're that brilliant or that stupid...

[heaven-s-black-box]

Found him like this- Seijoh Team

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Recovery date: January 22nd, 2020

Description: Seijoh discovers a dead body and decides what to do with it.

Notes: N/A

Word count: 471

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“So, let me get this straight, “ Iwaizumi started rubbing the bridge of his nose, “you just found him like this?”

“Yes!” other third years answered in unison.

Here they were huddled around a body, a very dead very smelly body. They were behind the gym, just after practice. It was dark so they couldn’t see what killed him, in fact they could barely tell it was a he. This was not the best sight and if anyone walked by, they’d definitely question it.

“Well, just leave him be. Someone’ll find him eventually.”

“But Iwa-chan!” Oikawa whined, “We can’t just leave him here.”

“Ya,” Hanamaki said.

“That would be cruel,” Matsukawa continued, “besides Oikawa touched it.”

“Why would you touch it?!”

“I didn’t touch it Iwa-chan! I poked it with a stick.”

“What’s going on?” Kunimi asked popping his head out with Kindaichi.

“Nothing!” they responded rather quickly.

They turned to face the other two hiding the body. Now facing the door, they failed to notice Yahaba and Kyotani walking by behind them. So when Yahaba spoke, everyone jumped.

“What’s with the body?”

“AHH!” they yelped.

When they turned around Kyotani was crouched in front of the body. Picking up a nearby stick he started poking it. The look of disgust on everyone's face would have been amusing if it wasn’t so agreeable. After all, poking a smelly corpse was not the most sanitary thing to do. Even with a stick it was still gross as hell. At this point the two first years were standing with them. 

So, now the group of them were huddled around the cold, smelly body. They began to discuss what to do with it. The discussion ranged from dump it to burn it (courtesy of Kyotani). 

“Why are you all still here?” Watari asked coming out of the gym with the rest of the team.

They all stepped out of the way. There was no point trying to hide it anymore. Someone was going to find the body anyways. It’s not like they’d done anything wrong anyway. 

“Really… This is what the yelling was about?” One of the others asked.

“A dead racoon…”

“Well what were we supposed to do?” Oikawa yelled.

“Just leave it,” Yahaba said.” Stop poking it,” he finished, kicking Kyotani.

“Alright,” Iwaizumi said, “now that it’s been settled let’s go home.”

“But Iwa-chan!”

“No, we’re leaving. Now,” Iwaizumi growled grabbing him and dragging him off.

With that finally settled everyone finally left. And that’s the story of how Seijoh stayed  almost two hours after practice… over a dead racoon. Every time someone tells this story, they like to leave out the fact that it was a racoon until the last possible moment. It’s become an inside joke for the team, “How many Seijoh players does it take to clean up a body?”

[grungeeuvu]

Hello hello, I wrote a fic! :D this gave me major inspiration so I finally did something about it and managed to get this oneshot here out of my brain :)

No pressure to read it but it's for anyone in the mood for fluff or a funny read, this is here to give you a smile :)

❤️! ❤️?

Idk guys, soft confession scenes are life - I believe Kyoutani would totally confess first, despite being the most afraid to because he'd think he'd have no chance other than getting it over with.

[lizzy06]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Aoba Johsai Fic Rec Masterlist

Collaring the Mad Dog✨✨ by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didn’t want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicing…and you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]

Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~✨ by Amoralyn (oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani's first birthday with a girlfriend, who's determined to make it special for him. With a little help from a very special person, she just might succeed in a way she hadn't imagined… [COMPLETED]

tell me again✨ by laurus_nobillis (oneshot, fluff, smut at end(skippable for sfw reader!)) You accidentally admit to your best friend that you love him - and he wants to hear it again. [COMPLETED]

Growl |Kyotani Kentaro/Reader|✨ by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growl……Which was odd considering it came from a human. [COMPLETED]

All Bark No Bite by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting. [COMPLETED]

Tame by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Playing Volleyball with Mad Dog outside of school forms a friendship of sorts, not that he’ll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]

Exchanges✨ by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know there’s something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesn’t make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]

Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) You’ve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks you’re joking. [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou (Maddog)x fem! Reader by @cutietobio (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani and reader on a date and the rest of aoba johsai end up seeing them. [COMPLETED]

Snow by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Being at war against Seijoh is bound to be tough, but fortunately you’re not alone in this battle. [COMPLETED]

Mad Dog has a Girlfriend by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff) No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise! [COMPLETED]

Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader by @chimielie (oneshot, fluff) Just you and your friend at the grocery store. [COMPLETED]

Volleyboy Blondie✨ by @pan-fangirl-345 (oneshot, fluff)There’s a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You don’t have many friends. You’re about to find out how these three things correlate.

Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader / tumblr by @mimi-cee-hq/mimi_cee(oneshot, fluff) Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons. [COMPLETED]

we look good together by @howisavedtheworld (oneshot, fluff) kyoutani ruins your pictures. [COMPLETED]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG by @iwaizumisbabe (oneshot, fluff) in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows. [COMPLETED]

Once Upon A Dream✨✨ by ThisNoodleWrites(oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) For almost 3 years, Kyoutani had seen glimpses of your life in his dreams. It was his favourite part of the day. So, when you move to Miyagi, he's far too excited to meet you. Only, he doesn't know your name or your what you look like. And what's a soulmate supposed to do when you go silent at school? [COMPLETED]

the art of (not) screwing a routine by orphan_account (oneshot, fluff) kyotani wakes up and decides he wants to screw the routine by confessing to you. it’s not as easy as it sounds. [COMPLETED]

Of Enemies And Lovers by ThisNoodleWrites (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff) In a world where soulmates exist, but people have different soulmates identifying things, you are stuck with arguably the worst: on one wrist is your enemies name, on the other is your soulmates name. The catch: you don't know which is which. So when you happen to meet the owner of one of these names, how're you meant to react? [COMPLETED]

Call him by his name by HowlingKnight (oneshot, fluff, iwa's sis! reader) You meet Kyoutani Kentarou, the broody boy Oikawa dubbed as "Mad dog". You realize that Kyoutani might not really be fine with this nickname, and it slowly and unexpectedly brings you closer. [COMPLETED]

Little Fighter by Sk3tchkidd (oneshot, fluff) Being the wife of Kentaro Kyotani the former 'Mad Dog' is now a father with another baby on the way. [COMPLETED]

Jerk by QuitaQuita5 (oneshot, fluff) He irritates you for so many reasons, mainly because he is always being a jerk to you, but also because you really like him. [COMPLETED]

If you can't believe in others, atleast believe in us by @koushisatori (oneshot, hurt/comfort)In the beginning, you weren’t sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]

Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) Kyōtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out you’re the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]

[ffsg0jo]

☆ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆

oikawa tooru

lovelorn - mini drabble

forever - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

you wrote them a poem [multiple] - smau

iwaizumi hajime

your accessory - oneshot

[16:12] - drabble

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

sawamura daichi

house fire - drabble

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

tsukishima kei

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

kuroo tetsuro

[04:53] - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

ushijima wakatoshi

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

kageyama tobio

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

hinata shoyo

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

bokuto koutaro

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

miya atsumu

[13:23] - drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

best friend! atsumu - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

miya osamu

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

you wrote them a poem [multiple] - smau

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

rintaro suna

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

ojiro aran

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

kyoutani kentaro

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

tanaka ryunosuke

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

azumane asahi

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

sakusa kiyoomi

[23:11] - drabble

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

suguwara koushi

falling - drabble

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

shunsuke kita

blossom - mini drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

kenma kozume

intertwined - mini drabble

[22:43] - drabble

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

akaashi keiji

adored - mini drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

akaashi fluff - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

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chocolate

- Pairing: MatsuHana

- Length: Oneshot, 3.6k

- Tags: Fake/ Pretend Relationship

- Rec's note: CUTE! Kiểu Mattsun với Makki thấy ngứa mắt Iwaoi âu yếm nhau lộ thiên quá nên mới lên plan fake date để vượt mặt cno (để lm gì v ?) xong hai đứa hôn hít nhau nhiều quá (dcm Mattsun còn cho ẻm mượn áo khoác thats so t.T) rồi Makki CATCH FEELING!!! Rồi Makki đi kể cho Tooru là huhu tớ lỡ đổ thằng Mattsun rồi lm j bâyh t.T Xong Tooru đòi ôm Makki mà nó k cho xong bị Iwa nạt là ôm nó đi rồi nhảy vào ôm cùng :(((((((((( Kết hơi cụt nhưng mà plot cutee

inevitable

- Pairing: MatsuHana

- Length: Oneshot, 8.4k words

- Tags: Post-Timeskip/ Living together/ Getting Together

- Rec's note: Cưới vì thuế thu nhập cá nhân trope you can never be hated. Thích thằng bạn thân từ cấp 3 mà không dám tỏ tình ư? No problem! Move in with nó và nhận lời cầu hôn để share thuế thu nhập cá nhân của cả hai đứa! Fic portrait rất chuẩn dynamic của MatsuHana, từ tính hai đứa cho đến cái joke hài dón ??? Dm ncl phải đọc tại characterization quá đỉnh. (Và cno có 3 cái cây tên là Kindaichi Kyoutani và Oikawa???)

A Guide To Fooling The Completely Oblivious by Watari Shinji

- Pairing: KyouHaba

- Length: 4 chapters, 30.2k words

- Tags: Getting Together/ Secret Relationship

- Rec's note: KyouHaba vượt qua their differences và yêu nhau, Watari bị kẹt �� giữa và bị ép giữ bí mật là chúng nó hẹn hò. Tự dưng F4 Seijoh và KinKuni lòi ra trò bet xem baoh 2 đứa kia yêu nhau và yêu như nào, Watari vì phải giữa bí mật nên k dám nói j và chỉ im lặng tham gia cùng. Ncl siêu siêu cute, KyouHaba trong này siêu đáng yêu ấy Kyoutani kiểu siêu soft với Yahaba??? Quá dễ thương tôi đã khóc

Mixed Signals

- Pairing: KyouHaba

- Length: Oneshot, 7.8k words

- Tags: Mutual Pining/ Slow Burn

- Rec's note: Yahaba sang nhà Kyoutani hai lần 1 tuần. Yahaba ăn tối cùng gia đình Kyoutani. Yahaba nhắn tin với em gái Kyoutani về crush con bé. KyouHaba cùng nhau dắt chó nhà Kyoutani đi dạo. KyouHaba mang thừa đồ ăn để người con lại ăn cùng. KyouHaba nằm cạnh nhau trên giường. Kyoutani kẹp chặt Yahaba trong lúc ngủ. Yahaba để Kyoutani ôm lúc mới tỉnh dậy. Yahaba dựa đầu vào vai Kyoutani lúc xem phim. KyouHaba suýt hôn 3 lần. Hỏi KyouHaba là gì của nhau.

7 Days Without Yahaba Shigeru

- Pairing: KyouHaba

- Length: 5 chapters, 8.1k words

- Tags: Getting Together/ Denial of Feeling

- Rec's note: Kyoutani thiếu hơi Yahaba 1 tuần nên nhớ. Hình như Iwa thiếu hơi Oikawa 1 tuần nên cũng nhớ. Tóm lại, hai cha này thiếu bồ 1 tuần nhớ quá nên sau 1 tuần tỏ tình luôn.

lists (1, 3, 4, 5)

- Pairing: KyouHaba

- Length: Oneshot, 2.9k words

- Tags: Getting Together/ First Kiss

- Rec's note: Kyoutani uốn lưỡi 7 lần và soạn văn mẫu để khiến Yahaba thích mình nhưng kh biết Yahaba đã thích mình sẵn rồi. Yahaba tưởng Kyoutani định trap mình :))

fake it till we make it

- Pairing: KyouHaba

- Length: Oneshot, 26.2k words

- Tags: Fake/ Pretend Relationship/ Slow-burn

- Rec's note: Yahaba bị 1 thằng đeo bám. Oikawa bày ra biện pháp nhờ người giả làm ngừi iu để đuổi. Thế đ nào Yahaba nghĩ ra nhờ Kyoutani. Kyoutani làm rất tốt công việc làm bồ của mình nên Yahaba đổ mẹ luôn. Haiz, buồn ghê. Nhưng tại sao buồn nhất fic lại là phần Oikawa tự nhận với Yahaba là mình thích Iwaizumi và sẽ không bao giờ nói cho ảnh nghe, dù Yahaba có cố thuyết phục rằng Iwaizumi cũng thích lại mình và dặn Yahaba là ĐỪNG NHƯ ANH NHÉ. May quá sau đấy hai cặp đều đến với nhau.

[rosesakura]

Hi hi!!! For ao3 wrapped:

3, 6, 12, 16, 18, 19, 20, 29, and/or 30! I wanna know everything about your writing lmao, sorry if I went overboard I’m just very curious!!

I literally love you

obligatory under the cut note because I am 99% Julie is the only one who wants to read this rambling lmfao

3 -- what work are you most proud of?

I fucking wish I could say my whumptober collection but we all know I massively failed at that so :)

I actually haven't written much this year so a lot of this is going to be repetitive lmfao I am actually proud of the progress I made on the stars are already dead because it's such a heavy topic to write about (cathartic for me, but also heavy) and for a while, I was updating pretty frequently.

6 -- favourite title you used

okay so I do actually love the the stars are already dead title because I think that it illustrates Oikawa's overwhelming sadness and depression. the thought process was playing on his connection to the stars and how he was always so excited by the vastness and awesomeness of space but now it seems so insignificant to him and he no longer has that kind of appreciation. also people would probably say he's a star athlete and so he's "already dead" because of being so numb because of his sister. I put a lot of thought into that title, actually!

12 -- how many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

LMFAO dude you are not ready. there's also a difference between wips I have started and which ones I actually aim to post and/or finish next year. for haikyuu, specifically? I think I have maybe 10? they include finishing tsaad, some more zombie background, mermaid AUs, and a new fic I don't think I've talked to you about before 👀

if I am including potential other fandoms, it's, uhh.... way more lol got a lot of fire emblem on my mind, specifically sylvix and casphardt, potentially some octopath? maybe some outlander! I am ambitious but I have no time lol

16 -- what's your most common "Additional tags" used?

protective *insert character name here* lol I am but a simple lady who just wants to feel safe. also hurt/comfort and emotional hurt/comfort

18 -- the character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

fucking YURI from fire emblem, god. he is impossible and part of the reason i lost my motivation for whumptober -.- Oikawa has also been a bit of a bitch for me this year, but I think that has ore to do with the fact that he is very severely depressed so it is altering the way I would usually write him. not impossible but has slowed me down a bit and stressed me out about being too ooc.

19 -- what's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I have so many tbh I am garbage. I have alwaaaaays wanted to try writing Tanaka/Kiyoko and I Will force myself to try that out sometime soon. also love Kyoutani/Yahaba and think they could be fun! I have also never written a poly ship before and have an idea for bokuakakuroken !

other pairings for other fandoms include (potentially) Todoroki/Momo, Claire/Jamie, Link/Zelda (haven't touched them for YEARS), and some older fire emblem games, perhaps Leo/Sakura, who I wrote my very first fic about.

20 -- which work of yours have you reread the most?

ones I haven't publish yet. LOL okay um here:

all the sylvix chapters from reach for my hand (oops I love them), demons at daybreak, soft silver kisses, and chapters 15-28 of Unravel (special attention to 23 because I am always in need of Daisuga)

I like to read my oneshots a lot because I am very low on time and energy, or I'll read parts to try and inspire me or make connections when writing another chapter

29 -- favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

I had to go hunting for this one. but it's from chapter 11 on tsaad and I think you commented on it too. I was so pleased with the whole interaction between Iwaizumi and Takeru and almost made myself cry rereading it today lol

"And it was in that moment that Iwaizumi truly understood: Takeru needed to talk about them. Iwaizumi and Oikawa had both been careful not to mention either of his parents, too worried about upsetting him. But Takeru wanted, probably even needed, to talk about them. After all, one of the ways the dead stay alive is through the lives of others, through their pictures, their memories, their stories, never truly fading from the earth as long as someone carries them in their heart."

also thought I'd post this lil snippet of an unpublished fic because i really like my idea for it :)

“Do you know what the worst part is?”

Kuroo snapped his mouth shut and swallowed sharply, scared to hear about the worst part.

Kenma drifted closer to him, close enough that he was nearly pressed against the glass. From this close, Kuroo could see the pain in his eyes, easily see the marks and cuts left over from his group’s poking and prodding.

“I thought that, out of everyone here, you would be the one person who wouldn’t hurt me or wouldn’t let anything bad happen. And I shouldn’t feel good with you here. But I do.”

Despite the positive note that Kenma’s sentence ended with, Kuroo couldn’t handle it. Kenma was right; he shouldn’t feel good with Kuroo here because Kuroo did let them hurt him. He had been so positive he’d be able to keep Kenma relatively safe. He had failed in the one thing he promised to do.

“I know,” he managed to choke out, glancing away when Kenma pressed his hand against the glass of the tank. “I know, I know I fucked up. I just came to check on you. I’ll go.”

“Aren’t you listening to me,” he snapped. “I don’t want you to.”

30 -- biggest surprise while writing this year?

that it's hard to do when you have a full time job. :) I'm always surprised when people like my writing tbh. i know that sounds bleh but it's true! especially with tsaad, it's a very personal and very sad story so to see people react to it so positively is a beautiful surprise <3

[hq-lovin]

Just saw requests are open so I would love a scenario or long fic about the reader being Iwa's sister, she's sassy and rude and when she goes to see the boys practice, she tells off Kyoutani for being rude with the team. Somehow he doesn't go mad at her (as everyone thought he would) and instead he starts to treat them better. At the end he likes her or smth and when he asks her out Iwa gets all crazy but the reader tell him to f**k off or something 😂 Thanks 💜 you can change anything you want!

scolding kyotani // mad dog

hiii! I thanks for requesting, I made the reader not too rude lol hope that’s okie! 😳 this would be my first time writing for Mad Dog-Chan I hope its not too bad! 

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➣ pairing : kyotani x fem!reader

➣ scenario [1260 words]

➣ warning : a lot of swearing 

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kentaro kyotani

gif : @volleygifs

“Damn, you guys were better than I thought.” 

“I swear- just go over there and try and not to piss anyone off.”

“It’s not my fault like 60% of the time,” you cry out and head to the bench where your brother pointed at and sat down, scrolling through your phone boredly. Minutes later, Oikawa approached you once he walked into the gym. 

“Hey there Y/n-chan, what’re you doing here?” He waves cheerfully, taking a seat beside you. 

“Don’t call me that, and Hajime said I had to come with him,” You reply cooly, putting your phone down.

“Ah there it is, the famous Iwaizumi sass,” you chuckle at his remark before spotting a guy with a blonde buzz cut along with 2 black stripes around his head. You tilt your head before nudging Oikawa. 

“Who’s that?” you ask, getting more confused when Oikawa lets out the biggest sigh and an expression of pure annoyance was planted on his face. 

“Mad dog-chan,” he groans and turns to you, “He’s in your year, I’m surprised you don’t know him.” You cringe at “Mad dog-chan” you’ve definitely seen him before. 

“He might have been in one of my classes,” you reply, ripping your eyes away from his figure instead choosing to look at your nails. 

“He only listens to your brother,” Oikawa states, letting his gaze on Kyotani fall and getting up to stretch. 

“Hajime? Weird.” 

“Yeah well he-” Oikawa didn’t get to finish his sentence before your brother chucks a volleyball at his face. 

“Hurry up Shittykawa! Stop gossiping with my sister!” he yells across the court, making you shoot him a glare and go back on your phone. 

“Don’t be jealous Iwa-chan! Just because she likes me better than you doesn’t mean- aH! Stop throwing volleyballs! I’m the captain!” 

You let out a loud laugh and relax on the bench. Putting on headphones, you get ready for a long day of practice. 

“Kyotani! You need to stop! You’re going to get blocked every time if you do that!” Matsukawa scolds, catching your attention. Raising a brow, you slowly take your headphones off getting a better listen to what was going on, especially because Mad dog-chan was involved. 

Kyotani grunts and shoves Matsukawa off with a huff. How immature, you think mentally rolling your eyes. You watch as the other third years try to calm him down, including Oikawa. Glancing around, you don’t see your brother anywhere. 

“Where’s Iwaizumi?” 

“He’s in the bathroom, this is the worst timing. Oikawa looks like he’s about to explode.” 

Indeed he was, you walked up to him and grabbed his shirt to whisper in his ear. 

“What the fuck is happening?” 

“I told you! He won’t listen to anyone but Iwa-chan!” Oikawa, and turns to you. 

“You have to help us,” he pleads, you glance at Mad dog who shoves Hanamaki out of his way. You feel the rage bubbling in your chest and stomp your towards him, effectively making the others back away. 

“Hey!” You yell and catch his attention, making him scowl at you. 

“Who the hell are you?” He narrows his eyes and cocks a brow, obviously very irritated at the whole situation. 

“Doesn’t matter, Mad dog, is it? You need to shut the fuck up and start respecting your teammates.” Kyotani’s glare turns sharper and he tilts his head.  

“I-It’s actually Kyotani-”

“Kindaichi, not the time.” 

You turn back to Kyotani, throwing him a hard look as he crosses his arms, shooting you a look that was mixed with anger and shock. You raise a brow and match his stance, before speaking again. 

“These guys have worked their asses off in practice especially the fucking third years, to not show them the fucking respect they deserve is insane and you need to get your ass in gear. They’re trying to help you and you repay them with this?! By being an arrogant whiny ass baby?! Look, there are other people on Seijoh, you’re on a fucking team, start acting like it.” With a final huff, you turn to the other boys who had their jaws on the floor. 

“Uh it’s okay Y/n! W-We can continue just fine, there’s no need to fight!” a scared Watari shouts from the crowd as you see Kyotani’s brows furrow in even more annoyance. 

“Dude! Where is Iwaizumi? How long does it take that guy to pee?” 

“If this goes on Mad dog’s gonna explode.” 

Staring straight ahead, your gaze on Mad Dog hardens. He looks stunned for a second, before huffing and turning away from where you stood. You raise a brow and before you could yell at him again he turns to his team. 

“Sorry,” He says yet his tone is stiff and awkward. He looks straight at Matsukawa and mumbles something. 

“Show me that block again.” 

The rest of the boys all collectively gasp, as your lips quirked into a smile. Sighing, you turn to walk away when you are suddenly met with your brother. He gives you a blank look before speaking. 

“Good job,” he says, and you shrug. It really wasn’t that hard to knock some sense into him, almost too easy.

“Iwa! Can we have Y/n as our team manager?!” 

“What? Why?” 

“She just dealt with Mad Dog, did you not see or were you too busy taking your time in the bathroom?” 

“Shittykawa I will not hesitate to throw another volleyball in your face, I’ve done it before and I will do it again.” 

By the end of practice, the guys were exhausted. Especially with the whole Mad Dog thing, although they were able to play a proper practice game with Kyotani actually cooperating properly. The boys were still shocked you could tame the wild beast.

“You,” a deep voice emerges from your right and you groan internally. Turning to the side you see the familiar blonde buzzcut and sharp eyes.

“What?” You ask and tap your foot impatiently, an annoyed frown etched on your lips from the previous events. 

Kyotani sighs and the slightest blush painted on his cheeks. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turns to you again. 

“Go out with me,” he demands, making you confused. This guy looked like he was going to burst when you scolded him, very loudly, in front of his teammates. Now he was avoiding eye contact, instead choosing to look off to the side. 

“Sure.” 

“Wha-” 

“On one condition,” you stop him halfway. Leaning against a wall, you give him a serious look. 

“You promise to respect the third years, specifically Oikawa.” He looks at you like you just grew another head, making you sigh.

“He’s a good guy Kyotani, he knows how to lead a team,” you say. He thinks about it for a moment. 

“I’ll… try,” He finally gets the words out and you chuckle. 

“Good enough for me.” 

“Cool… um I’ll get your number tomorrow? I think we have English together.” Your eyes widen for a second before nodding, accepting his request. So we do have a class together.

You wave him bye as he walks off. Smiling to yourself, you spin around now facing your older brother all of a sudden making you yelp in surprise. 

“You have got to stop doing that,” Glaring at him. 

“Him?! Out of all the guys in my team, you choose the dude who looks like he wants to murder everyone?” 

“He’s not that bad! Fuck off Hajime, and please don’t give him the talk during volleyball.”

“Fine.” 

“Thank you.”

“I’ll do it during lunch.” 

“Hajime!” 

[suplicyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Aoba Johsai

ᯓ★ Oikawa Tooru

[Relationship headcanons]

[You bringing him a bento for the first time]

[First kiss]

ᯓ★ Iwaizumi Hajime

[A flower for my lover]

ᯓ★ Issei Matsukawa

ᯓ★ Takahiro Hanamaki

ᯓ★ Kyoutani Kentaro

ᯓ★ Akira Kunimi

[iwaizumisbabe]

CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG; Kyōtani K.

NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST

← HAIKYUU MASTERLIST

→ in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows

→ Kyōtani Kentarō x fem!Reader

→ fluff af

→ 0.9k

You were really happy to finally be in high school. Middle school was an ordeal, especially with all the childish boys there.

You really hoped that it would be better here, especially because the Aoba Jōsai was a private school and you had to take an exam in order to be accepted here.

The first week was more stressful than anything. The election of class representative, which you won with your classmate Ryo and all the tasks associated with this position took up a lot of time.

You also wanted to use the first week to make new friends. The groups formed around this time and the girls in your classes seemed nice.

You haven't found a club yet, this week you'll be making inquiries at the volleyball club as a manager and if that doesn't work, then you wouldn't go to a club this year and concentrate more on your grades.

The second week of the school year was almost over. You swept the classroom properly with the other class representative Ryo, who wiped the blackboard and then watered the flowers.

It all happened in silence because you didn't really get along with the boy. He was weird, popular, but you weren't really comfortable with him.

His red hair and dark eyes intimidated you. You cursed yourself for your prejudice thinking, but what should you do? You couldn't turn it off.

After ten minutes you were ready, you reached for your bag and whispered a goodbye.

With faster steps you ran to the ground floor to change your shoes there. Meanwhile you checked your phone. The time flashed in white numbers.

You slowly strolled towards the gym of your school. From a distance you could see the bright light and hear the loud bangs.

Arrived at the door of this one, you watched as the boys were playing three against three in several groups.

You stood there for a few minutes, unsure whether or not to go in and wait inside. Then Iwaizumi spotted you and went to Oikawa to whisper something in his ear, which made him turn around and look at you.

»Send your fangirl away. It's getting really annoying«, you didn't hear it because of the ball that just hit the ground.

The brown-haired man jogged towards you with a smile on his face. You looked at him confused.

»Hello sweetheart, it's really nice that you are here to watch me, but today is spectator-free practice so you had to go. I'm sorry, but I'll keep a seat in the front row for you next time«, he leaned against the door frame and winked at you.

»Sorry but who are you?«

Now you understood why Kentaro hated him so much. Of course you knew the great Oikawa, most of the girls didn't speak of anyone else.

So far you thought he was okay, thought that your boyfriend was probably exaggerating, but now you knew that he was at least a little right.

Which person ran up to a strange girl and assumed that she was into him and found him incredibly hot.

Oikawa's smile broke a little, but he kept playing: »That's cute, but you don't have to pretend you don't know who I am to get my attention.«

He was getting really rude and you started arguing with him; you wouldn't let him get away with this

You got louder and louder and sentences like "You are the only one who thinks that you're attractive" or "Don't touch me, perv" were said of you. Iwaizumi turned to look at you and couldn't help but laugh.

In the next moment a ball hit the captain's head, who almost overturned due to the force of the ball.

»Iwa-chan~ So mean! What was that about?!«, Oikawa asked, rubbing the back of his head that was sore.

»I didn't do anything this time, Shittykawa. But you deserved it!«, he shouted, looking in the direction of the culprit; Mad Dog.

»What was that about, you little ba-«, the voice of the brown-haired man was drowned out by yours, »Kentarō!«, you screamed and ran to your boyfriend, who took you right into his arms.

»Hey, Babe. What was going on there?«, he asked, looking down at you.

»That guy over there is crazy. He thought I was stalking him«, you whispered, loud enough for some of the players to hear; they started laughing. That made the third year grumble.

»I told you he was an asshole«, it came confidently from your boyfriend. Unfortunately you have to agree to this; he had said it often enough.

»Do you think I can stay anyway? Although nobody is allowed to watch today...«, Kyōtani pulled away from you to turn to look at the ace.

»Can she stay, Iwaizumi-kun?«, the second year asked politely. After all, Hajime was the only one he accepted in this club.

»Since the rule was actually only introduced for Oikawa's fangirls, that shouldn't be a problem. Take a seat in the stands-«

»(L/n); my name is (l/n) (y/n)«, you helped him out.

»Take a seat in the stands, (l/n)-chan. I'm Iwaizumi Haijime, the vice captain«, he said.

»I know...«, it came out of your mouth, »Thank you for letting me stay!«, you quickly got up on your toes to kiss Ken on the cheek before waiting on the side of the field for him to finish training.

Your action made his face warm and red, which made the whole team grin. They hadn't seen this side of Mad Dog before. So calm, sweet- and red.

2022 | @iwaizumisbabe

IT'S NOT ALLOWED TO COPY/REPOST/TRANSLATE MY WORKS ON OTHER PLATFORMS!

[sunasjellyfruit]

Haikyuu boys love language

Aoba Johsai edition

Karasuno, Nekoma

Characters: Kunimi, Kyōtani, Kindaichi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Akira Kunimi

I think that his love language is probably quality time, as he's said to be a lazy and quiet person. He probably would love to just hang out with you in relaxed places (maybe a not very attended park or just his or your house), having long and worthwhile conversations. Creating beautiful memories together is what's important for him. He might not be the biggest fan of dates in the begining of your relationship because for him, just spending a few minutes looking at your eyes and listening to you is enough. And if you ever ask him to skip school or practice to escape to your house and watch a film or a documentary, he'll be at your feet.

Kentarō Kyōtani

This might be a little obvious but physical touch. Not because he loves to cuddle or something, but because he's protective. I wouldn't say he's jealous (he sometimes is but only when it's necessary heh). He's protective in the way of "anything could hurt them so i have to be there as their shield" so he's always holding your waist, with an arm above your shoulders, holding the small of your back... He sometimes does this kind of things unconciounsly, as it also helps him to keep calm, knowing that if you're by his side he can't use all of his strength cause he might hurt you, and in those moments in which he gets really really mad or furious, just hold his hand and he'll be a bit calmer.

Yūtarō Kindaichi

GIFT GIVING. He gives me rich boy vibes and i adore it. Kindaichi probably just buys a lot of unnecesary things just because they make his heart beat a little faster. And when you two start dating he just can't stop himself. If he sees something that reminds him of you, then you can take for granted that he's getting it. Sometimes he doesn't even give it to you, he keeps it to himself cause, as you've alredy told him, receiving many gifts can be overwhelming. But it's also a really cute detail, that he thinks of you whenever he sees certain things. Other times he gets you sweets (a cake or a little candy) when he finds you stressing over things, to cheer you up and show you that he's there for you. And when you thank him with a big smile and a kiss? Lord, he feels as if he's dreaming.

Takahiro Hanamaki

I really have no idea about this man haha. But after reading about his personality and thinking a bit, I've reached the conclusion that words of affirmation is the one that suits him better. He likes to encourage his members to always do their best, and it's an habit that he also has with you. As you're his s/o, he finds his commitment as praising you and encouraging you to keep going and chasing your dreams. And not only that, he genuinely likes to praise you. He's for real a mood booster. You can call him one day because you've gone shopping and you want his opinion and he'd be like "That looks so good on you baby" "You're so pretty i think i'm falling in love again" "Everything suits you perfectly my love".

Issei Matsukawa

He's a sweet boy whose love languages are acts of service and physical touch. He'd always be there for you whenever you need something, maybe you're in the lunch hour and you're thirsty, so you ask him to save your sit as you go for some water. Well, you don't even have enough time to react cause this boy is alredy on his way to get you your bottle of water, and he will give you a little peck on your cheek when he comes back. Or you're struggling with some units you have to study and ask him for help, well... Just know that he'll explain the whole book to you as long as he can be hugging you or maybe playing with your hair. Not that you would complain, but you might fall asleep while he does it.

Hajime Iwaizumi

His main form of love is for sure acts of service, but i would also say that words of affirmation works for him, just in a minor way. He's the type of boy who carries all your books or bags when you're shopping, or the type who would always have a scrunchie or a pony-tail on his wrist for you to use whenever you need it. I also think that he's the type of friend who would have everything you can think of in his backpack. You need lipbalm? He has it. You need band-aids cause your shoes are killing you? Give him a second, he has to search in the bottom of the pocket. You need pads? Just give him a look or ask him and he will walk you to the nearest bathroom with your things alredy ready. And he'd sneak lovingly comments like "It's okay babe, you're doing great today".

Tōru Oikawa

I love him so much oh my gosh :(

Alright so, i'm gonna go straight to the point with him. Physical touch and quality time. You can't try to convince me that this men is not the biggest fan of hugs and kisses. He'd spend the whole day with his arms around you, or at least holding your hand. And he's a busy person, so when he gets to spend some time with you he's just the happiest. It doesn't matter if he's exhausted from practice or if he has a million exams in the next days, he's at least going to call you (or to talk by text and photos) and he's going to ask you about your day just to hear your voice (or see your face) for a while. And if you ever go to see him while he's practicing alone in the gym, he would spend at least half of his time there kissing you. But please, stop him if he starts to overwork himself, hug him from behind or just hold his waist while telling him how important is to let his body rest. I promisse you, he's gonna look at you with little hearts in his eyes.

[seokiloquy]

Mismatched - Kyoutani Kentarou

Au: Regular

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, Idiots that aren’t into dating are forced to go on dates, Platonic relationship, dialogue-heavy, Swearing, and strangers being weird.

Word Count: 11k+

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting when you walked into the club room that evening. Maybe a quiet environment with the winter sun shining through the window with a golden light. Or perhaps, your co-writers and designers passionately discussing what should be done for this month's journal. What you did find yourself walking into, though, should’ve been what you were expecting as it was the same every week.

The club leader, Fuji, who also was in charge of page layout and organising printing, was writing on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom while other students were spread around the room. The first years sat in a circle playing a card game and screeching at each other as one person stole away the lead from another. Toward the window, you saw your writing teammate as he scribbled down notes in a small book.

“Hi Takahashi,” you said, sliding into a chair in his vicinity. 

Looking up, he gave you a round, cheeky smile and nod, before writing again.

“Alright!” Fuji dropped the piece on chalk, making it break in two when it hit the metal ledge at the bottom of the board. “The 3rd-years on student council have enlisted our help for a project as we graduate. As Valentine’s day and White day occur just before exam period, they want this project to be thoroughly planned out before school ends so that there’s no interference when they examine the results and pass down the mantle to the second years.” 

The romance month. You were familiar with the concept although never really participated in it yourself. Valentine’s day was traditionally the day that, usually, girls would confess to their male counterparts, followed by a month of courting before it was the boys turn to confess to their female counterparts, whether they were different or the same. You tried not to yawn. It was a relatively straightforward concept, even now the specifics of the rules became muddled. One person confesses on February 14, and then the other responds on March 14. Simple. So what were these scheming 3rd-years planning?

Fuji continued, “While the student council, specifically the event’s committee branch, will be handling all the technical portions, they have asked us to write up an article and run reminders about the event occurring. Kaito, Rin, that will be your job.” 

Kaito slumped, rolling backwards and away from his circle of friends and the wide-eyed girl next to him cheered, throwing her cards in the air, and subsequently forfeiting the game. A card landed on Kaito’s nose.

Your brow pinched, and you raised a hand. “Fuji, if this is purely a social event thing, what do the rest of us have to do with it?”

“Test subjects,” she said as if it was obvious.

“Oh?” 

Takashi picked his head up from next to you and shoved an elbow into your side. “Looks like you get to live your guinea pig dreams.”

You smacked him.

“The student council is already underway working on preparations. So Kaito, Rin, by the next meeting we will need your first draft of your posters and article. By then we will have the likely finished copy of the questionnaire and final drafts can be written up. The rest of us will be looking at and filling out the questionnaire to see if students will answer the questions in a manageable way.”

The club seemed to collectively sit straighter, words falling out of their mouths in a rumbling chorus.

“So they’re doing a matching service?! So cute!”

“Do we have to participate? What if we already have a crush?”

“What if someone’s incompatible?”

“Sign me up. I want my stupid romance story!”

You perked up. “Questionnaire?”

“Called it.” You smacked Takahashi again.

Eventually, the club began getting too loud, making Fuji screech for quiet.

You winced, “tone down the cussing, would you Fuji?”

“Sorry.” She nodded in your direction. “But yes, that is the plan for next meeting. So get all your articles finished before then so that we can have a bit of fun with that. Now,” she smacked her clipboard onto the podium at the front, making your ears hurt again from the sharp noise, “bring up your edits, we are compiling.”

“So what exactly are we supposed to answer for this?”

The sheet in front of you was primarily made up of multiple-choice, true and false, and a couple of short answer questions. 

You had easily made your way through the first part of the questionnaire, marking things that described your physical appearance as well and general likes and dislikes. Just like you practised with all those online personality quizzes that allowed you to just talk about yourself and give you a silly result in return.

Momo sighed next to you, “Just fill in whatever comes to mind first. That will be what you’re most interested in. Like look here,” she shows you her sheet, which she scribbled with plenty of pink ink and doodled hearts, “they want to know what sort of body type I’m attracted to, so I checked off ‘soft, round, and homebody’ see? Easy.”

You blinked. That made no sense. You looked back at your sheet, focused on the next question.

Favourite body type?

Well? Uh. Skip.

What is your favourite activity to do with someone else? 

What the hell were these suggestions? Hold hands? Kiss? Hug? These aren’t activities, they’re just actions. You huffed, leaving the response blank. Skip.

Choose one:

Movies/TV or Sports or Video Games

Easy. You smiled and circled sports. What a sham you would be to not enjoy sports when you were writing articles about it. You looked over to Takahashi’s paper, and then the rest of your club mates. If you were to even breathe too loud, you were sure it would break their focus. From the looks of it, they had all flipped to the back of the page, leaving you stuck as the last person on the front. You huffed, glaring at the paper.

Being last wasn’t an option. Not in your wheelhouse. Next question.

What is your favourite physical feature of another person?

Seriously? Skimming the responses, you circled hair and eyes. Your favourite volleyball player had a mohawk with dyed ends.

What is your favourite personality feature of another person?

They should get Fuji to edit this. You marked off passion and drive.

What is your best quality?

Uh. Nudging Takahashi, you showed him the paper, pointing to the particular question. He gave you a raised brow and marked off patience, loyalty, understanding, joyful, and mischievous. That’s a lot.

You gave him a quirked brow, to which he shrugged as if to say ‘you’re asked me’. 

Theme park, or Movies, or Dinner?

Theme park!

Describe your favourite date:

You paused, pen hovering over the black horizontal lines. Describe it? Uh. Okay.

July 28th. It’s the middle of summer break, no school and I can travel to see volleyball games.

You nodded to yourself. Grin creeping up your cheeks. There was no other possible answer to that. 

What is your favourite snack?

Sugar Candy.

When you looked up, people were still scribbling in their answers to what looked like the date question. You grinned, you finished first. Pumping your fist, you refused to look down at some of your empty responses.

Fuji groaned. “I’m going to need to suggest some rewording for a few of these. How did you all find it?”

You groaned a bit, pulling out your laptop from your school bag. “It took a bit longer than I expected, and a few were a bit hard to answer, but not bad I guess.” You placed your sheet down in the centre of the table. You read through Takahashi’s last articles of the school year, checking for even the most minute edits that had to be made.

“You’re just sad that there isn’t an immediate result,” Momo laughed.

Rin perked up. “Don’t worry, results will come on Valentine’s day!”

You hummed.

“Okay, everyone!” The group of nine looked back Fuji’s way. “Time to forget these quizzes and do your final edits and page layout! Rin, you wrote the draft, right? Have Kaito read it over. I'm going to go talk to the student council!”

The teams split up. Kaito and Rin ran into the corner of the room. Momo and Itsuki followed behind, having already finished their work for the Clubs article. Though you were sure Momo would drift away from that over the rest of the meeting and work on layout and print in Fuji’s steed. Hira, Tomoe, and Akira scurried to their opposing corner, working on the exam layout for their respective years. Which left Takahashi and you to slowly look over each other’s sports articles.

“You misspelt ‘triumphant’ here.”

“Fuck you.”

He scoffed.

“I’ve edited yours. I’m gonna work on my essay.”

“Didn’t you finish that last week?” Takahashi tilted his head at you, halting his typing. “You found spelling mistakes didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

On February 5th, a letter was waiting for you at your desk. Your brows pinched and you stopped walking. A letter? You looked around. Nearly all of the other desks had letters on them too.

They couldn’t be exam results. Those were posted publicly in Aoba Johsai’s main hall by the principal’s office (you swore, every time they were posted you could see him snicker as students fell to their knees in despair). Besides, they haven’t even been written yet. Won’t happen for another month and a half. You watched as one of your classmates eagerly tore open her letter with her friend, both giggling as they discarded the red heart sticker on the envelope.

Red hearts? Shit. 

Rushing to your desk, you snagged the flimsy paper off the desk, not even waiting to sit down as you tore it open.

Your name was printed in neat cursive, followed by printed text.

Thank you for participating in our very first Romance Match Up for Romance month from Valentine’s day to White day!

What? 

After filling in the first draft during club time you concluded that you had your fun with this little event. After which, you successfully avoided taking even a single copy of the final questionnaire that everyone else had been scrambling for at the beginning of the lunch period when it was released.

How did they even? You paused, fingers wrinkling the edge of the letter. “Fuji.”

Footsteps came in behind you. One pair was faster than the other. Momo rushed excitedly to your side. “OH! A Match! Yay yay yay yay! You got a match! So you did participate! Are you excited to find somebody? Huh, are ya? Come on, let's see who it is!”

Takahashi reeled her back, making her crash into his stomach with a thud. “Enough. Let’s sit first.” 

Their tables had letters of their own. But as they sat, they ignored the papers, waiting for you to read through yours first.

You sighed and read the paper: 

“Hello, and congratulations on receiving your match for the romance season! We, the student council, hope that you get to enjoy the next four weeks with your assigned partner and that results are to your benefit. That being said, we have compiled a list of requirements for you to follow so that this experiment will be a success.

For this event, you have been assigned the position of the ‘Confesor’ for Valentine’s day, meaning that on the 14th of February, you will be gifting your match their desired treat. Following that, we require that you both go on at least four dates over the next month. We have taken the liberty of giving you a coupon that should be used for your first date, to ease the worry of planning. At the end of these 4 weeks, another letter will be sent out as an exit questionnaire to determine the success of this event.

Basic information on your match is included on the additional slip in the envelope, as well as your coupons.

Thank you for your participation, and remember, Choose Love.”

You sucked in a breath before dropping the sheet on your desk. Takahashi and Momo opened their letters. Momo’s was the same as yours, while Takahashi’s set him in the position of the ‘Confessed’ and without an extra slip, meaning that he would find out his match in about a week's time.

“How fun!” Momo had already pulled out her slip, giving it a quick glance before tucking it in her pocket before you could catch a look. “All right, tell us who your lover is!”

“Lover? Don’t say it like that!”

Takahashi smirked, “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Just read it out!”

“Momo didn’t show us hers!”

“It’s a secret!”

“Ugh!” You pulled out the paper, glancing over to the rest of your classmates as they all started tearing their envelopes excitedly. No one, but Takahashi and Momo, was paying you any mind. A sigh fell out of you.

“Kyoutani Kentarou.”

Takahashi choked, hand going to his chest, while Momo rubbed his back and pinched one of his cheeks. “Nevermind it can be that bad.”

“Bad?! What do you mean?!”

Momo’s head tilted, “Whos Kyoutari?”

Takahashi opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a loud squeal in the classroom. You pinched your nose and groaned.

“Kyountani,” he corrected. “Better known as Mad-Dog.”

“Him?!” Momo cried, standing in her chair. You swatted at her like an annoyed cat.

“Who’s Mad-Dog?”

“You watch sports for fun and reporting and you don’t know who he is?”

“Well, sorry, that I have a duty to report on the girl’s teams, It’s not my job to keep track of everyone you wrote about! I bet you don’t know who Point is.” You slumped in your chair.

“Who?”

“Exactly. She’s the best player on the basketball team. Now tell me what’s up with Kyoutani!”

Momo sighed. “Mad-Dog is one of the most aggressive and scary people in the school. He’s on the volleyball team.”

“He’s known for pushing people around and being aggressive about the game. He’ll shove teammates around just to get a spike, even if he misses. He’s not very smart. I can’t even imagine why he would sign up for this thing. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“I’m not the type either,” you scoffed.

Takahashi shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not it. You’re at least likeable. Mad-Dog is, well, I don’t even know if he has any friends besides the players he just puts up with. He was suspended from playing because of his attitude. He’s pretty intense.”

Marking the word ‘passionate’ on the questionnaire jumped into your mind. Maybe you should have filled in more, fluke traits.

“Well, great, I now have to figure out this whole dating thing for a guy I don’t even know and probably will try to bite my head off!”

Momo whined. “He’s really scary. Maybe you should just not go. I’m sure he wouldn’t care too much!”

A coward's choice. You huffed through your nose as your leg shook and you bit your lip.

Takahashi has been reporting on the boy’s side of school sports for two years now. Volleyball, something you both passionately enjoyed, was something you could happily converse over. If anyone in the school knew all these athletes intimately, even from an outside perspective, he would. Interviews and watching games, he has built his knowledge on these teams. If he said a player was trouble, they were.

Even so, you didn’t know what was going on, on Kyoutani’s side of the equation. Not that you could do math very well anyways, but if there was even a chance that the scary second-year was excited about this matchmaking, who were you to back out and possibly make his attitude worse. Even if your participation was unintentional, there was no backing out now. You weren’t going to play the coward, and from what you’ve heard, Kyoutani wouldn’t either.

“No, I can’t do that.”

Class started with you watching Momo and Takahashi sneek worried glances toward each other.

Aoba Johsai’s culinary room was packed with students as they prepared the treats for their Valentine’s. Generally, the classroom was filled with laughter and sugary smells as the students took advantage of their club time that they might not have been able to take advantage of at home. It was cute, sweet, and overflowing with excitement.

Every one of them avoided entering your corner of the room.

“Why the fuck did he list fired chicken as his favourite snack?!” Your corner was greasy, boiling, and most of all sweaty. No one, who wanted to keep their precious candy safe, would interfere. “Why couldn’t he have said hard candy? It’s just melted sugar! Maybe a bit of flavouring and food colouring! But no! I have to slave over a fryer so he can get his precious chicken.” 

Momo, held out your basket with wax paper, ready to receive the freshly made fried chicken. “You don’t even know him and you’ve cooked him a whole meal? You could have waited for, like, the third date for this really.”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” You dropped the chicken and grabbed the woven cover to keep them warm. You grumbled and gently took hold of the basket. “The things I’m doing for this man. You should have seen my parents' faces when I left the house with a whole chicken.”

Takashi tossed out the bones before following you out of the home-ec room. You could hear a collective sigh of relief as you left. Your clubmates rubbed your back, urging you to breathe slowly as you walked down the hall.

“You’re on edge. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Momo’s voice picked up happily.

When the three of you made your way out of the school’s main building, you shivered. Snow had started to fall at lunchtime, and it wasn’t letting up, catching on your clothes. You all rushed back inside to throw on your coats before starting your trek to the boy’s gym again.

It was a pair of wide brown eyes that greeted you at the gym door. A recognisable face, one that took up a majority of the volleyball’s article space.

Takahashi sighed. “Oikawa, Is Kyoutani here?”

“Mad-Dog?” It seemed like the tall boy was about to start singing. “He sure is! Hey, Mad-Dog! Looks like someone is here to see you!”

When members of the team began to snicker, you wanted to shrink in on yourself. Heat pooled in your cheeks before dropping into your stomach and kicking around with your stomach like a soccer ball. You could feel your acid reflux kick up. 

Hopelessly, you watched as the group of boys pushed a furious looking member in your direction. You cast a glance to your friends, who had backed off a few metres, nearing the corner of the building, almost hiding behind it. This was humiliating. You stared at your feet, only looking up when a scuffed pair of volleyball shoes entered your line of vision.

God, he was kind of scary, wasn’t he?

You remembered what you had marked off on our questionnaire. His hair was bleached blond, definitely against dress code, with two natural stripes that wrapped around his head. Even more against the dress code. You couldn’t help but wonder why teachers hadn’t spoken to him about it. His eyes though, looking past the glare he had, were a honey gold, soft looking.

A cold breath of winter air filled your lungs. You could do this.

“You said you liked Hamima Chicken, but I had to make something, not buy it, so here. Fried chicken. I hope you like it.” You held the carefully packaged gift to him.

He glared at him, huffing through his nose.

“Um, It’s freshly made, you might want to eat it before it gets cold.”

You hear the volleyball team snicker, making you glance over. Kyountani tenses in front of you, swiftly turning his head to look over his shoulder. Whatever look he gave them was enough to have them hurrying back a few steps. You tried not to laugh at their expense.

A spiky-haired member started shoving them back into practice.

When Kyoutani looked back your way, you lifted the fried chicken back up. His eyes flicked between your face and the food.

He took hold of the sides of the basket and pulled it into his stomach. “Hmm.” He still looked like he was glaring.

“Um, so. We have to go on four dates.” He nodded along, as you pulled out your phone from your pocket. “How about we exchange numbers and I’ll make the plan for the first one.”

He continued to glare but turned his attention to the small device in your hand. You gulped as he took it, and punched his thumbs into the keypad. 

He handed it back and you nodded in the windy silence. It was hard not to shiver a bit.

“Okay then. I’ll send you the info.”

With a final nod, he stepped back into the gym, door slamming behind him. You could hear howling laughter through it. How embarrassing.

Takahashi and Momo ran up to you from their hiding spots, hands landing on your shoulders.

“You did great!”

“Sure but what the hell do I have to do for this date? What do people do on dates?!”

They started escorting you back towards the main building, aiming for the lockers where you could get organised before heading home where your parents would definitely be waiting for answers. Hopefully, they were stuck at work like normal.

Takahashi hummed. “Didn’t your letter come with a coupon for something?” 

You snapped your fingers and rummaged through your backpack. Pulling out the somewhat tattered envelope, you tucked your fingers in and pulled out the two coupons. 

“Theme park. Eligible for this Saturday.”

Momo clapped and pushed the school door open. “There you go! Now you have a plan!”

Once you stepped through the doors you froze, a cold shiver running over your head despite the warm interior. You cried, “There’s a Sendai Frogs game that day!”

This sucks.

“Chilly, chilly, chilly.”

Oh, how you despised the cold. Even if the falling snow was pretty, and winter came with hot chocolate, you shivered at the mere thought of needlessly standing outside to freeze. Yet here you were, standing straight as a board, in a line for a ride with a near-stranger at your side as snow fell clammy before melting as soon as it landed on any surface that wasn’t a pile of snow.

To top it all off. The coupon that the student council had so lovingly given out for this date, wasn’t for a scream filled, stomach-churning, terror-inducing, roller-coaster filled park like you were expecting. While that might have seemed to be a bad option in the colder weather, you liked to think the adrenaline would counteract that.

You stared up at the pink and red, bubble lettered sign that decorated the front entrance of the ride ahead of you. At any of them, park, it wouldn’t have been your first choice, likely not on the list at all. But to your displeasure, it was the only ride in the vicinity that had offered some sort of excitement, by parading its riders through a dark tunnel.

The general concept sounded aerie, and the fact that the ride was the only one that took place in an enclosed environment, you were a bit hopeful. You would be excited for scares if it weren’t for the previously mentioned sign that bore the name of the ride.

‘Tunnel of Love’

How humiliating.

You grimaced and turned your head to glance at the bitter looking boy next to you. Words to fill the silence were about to fall, probably stupidly, out of your mouth when a shove in your opposing shoulder shut you up and knocked you into Kyoutani’s side. He caught you with an arm around your shoulders.

He glared at the couple that had shoved their way in front of you, into the first spot in line. Wordlessly, he let out a huff, making puffy clouds escape his nose.

Grabbing hold of your arm through your coat, he shoved his shoulder into the spine of the guy in front of him, effectively ending the couples mid-day makeout session. When the stranger turned around, mouth open to berate Kyoutani, the teen sneered.

“Fuck off and get behind us.”

Kyoutani hiked up his free elbow, cutting through the couple and pulling you alongside him. Once back into your original spot you tried to pay the annoyed pair behind you no mind. It was rather easy once you noticed Kyountani’s arm that was still stiffly wrapped around your shoulders gripping nervously at the air just next to your arm.

Returning to your board-like state you glanced sideways to get a look of the boy’s face.

The skin between his brows was pushed outwards, creating thick creases by his brow. Same for his nose, which had deep inset lines branching up to the inner corner of his glaring eyes, and sides of his mouth. His mouth, which was sewn shut, bottom lip being pushed up as high as seemingly possible. He was grimacing more than before. Looking back to his hand on your opposite shoulder, you could see the tendons pop as he tried to keep it as still as possible as if trying to hide it being there.

Did he want it to be there? You weren’t sure. His scowl could be of nerves or discomfort, maybe both. But while you couldn’t read his emotions through that grimace, you knew your own, at least partially, and it felt awkward and uncomfortable. You just hoped he wouldn’t try to bite your head off, the couple behind you definitely wouldn’t do anything to help.

Taking a gulp of cold air, you reached for his wrist and ducked under his arm. Guiding his hand to tuck back into his coat pocket, you looped your elbow around his arm, before tucking away your own hands into the safe confines of your pockets.

You tried not to make a face when he turned his head to look at you.

“Next in line!”

You pulled him by your linked arms and got into the ride, quickly setting off into the dark tunnel.

As expected, it was dark. Too dark for any kind of ride. What was the point of this? Your only saving grace was that the cold wind couldn’t reach you in there, making you feel considerably warmer. Well, that plus the furnace of a boy next to you.

“It’s a lot warmer here at least, huh?”

Kyoutani scoffed, “Ya, you’ve been whining all day.”

“Hey! At least I’ve been trying to talk!”

“Wimp.”

Silence permeated between the two of you. You glanced over your shoulder to see if there was any light coming from where you entered. Nothing.

“So, you’re on the volleyball team.”

“Hmm.”

You couldn’t see any of his reactions. He was probably still glaring.

“What position do you play?”

“Opposite hitter.”

You stuck your fingers between your knees, trying to warm them up.

“Ah, so you must like doing a lot of spiking.” You recalled your conversation with Takahashi and Momo. “Finishing moves are always the most fun.”

“Ya.”

Well, at least he was saying something.

“Maybe I should watch more of your games. I’m normally parading around with the girl’s teams, so I don’t often have the opportunity.”

“Hmm?” Participation! You perked up in your seat a bit.

“I’m a part of the journalism club as the girl’s sports reporter. I go to all the games and some practices.”

“Their team isn’t as good as ours.”

A grin fell onto your cheeks, and before you could stop it, you let out a chuff at the challenge.

“I suppose not, but your team also has its faults from what I’ve heard. The best team in the school is currently the girl’s basketball team.”

You heard him huff as a gentle gust of hot air hit your cheeks. You couldn’t see it, but he was finally facing you head-on. Progress? You hoped you weren’t hitting the wrong buttons.

He didn’t say anything for a bit, but he didn’t turn away or shuffle. “So, journalism club. Did you have anything to do with this?” He sounded annoyed, but not much more than usual.

“Ah, no. I didn’t even mean to participate myself—”

A loud, breathy sigh echoed through the tunnel behind you. You froze, jaw dropping. The couple that had tried to cut in line. 

You gulped. “Oh my god, that is horrifying.” You heard Kyoutani’s tongue click and his clothes rustle. “I very much regret dragging us in here now.”

Kyoutani’s hand landed roughly on your shoulder. He had stood in his seat and gotten to his knees, gripping onto you for balance in the dark. 

You grabbed his wrist, “Careful!”

“OI, FUCKERS, YOU’RE NOT ALONE IN HERE!”

Laughter ripped through your stomach, echoing off the walls of the tunnel and shooting through your ear like a bullet. Once the acoustics stopped, you could hear hurried scrambling as the two behind you moved around frantically. Which sent you into another fit of laughter, dripping Kyoutani’s wrist like a vice.

“DISGUSTING!”

You choked on your breath, feeling tears slowly trail down your cheeks as they tried to find a place to freeze.

The ride ended soon after, and you were greeted with one of the workers, disturbed faces. You left, walking back into the cold.

“That was terrible!”

“Fuckers can’t keep their pants on for one minute.”

“I never want to experience that again.”

“Me neither.”

“The worker looked terrified! Do you think they have night vision cameras for safety?”

You watched a smirk on his face contently. “I sort of hope they do.” His stomach growled.

“Let’s get some food.”

You both stood awkwardly for a moment, watching the extraordinary amount of couples that walked tightly knit together around you. Kyoutani met your eyes for a moment before pushing out his elbow, hand still tucked away in his pocket. Your arm was looped through his again as you walked through the theme. For a while, you had forgotten exactly where you were.

Oh god, everything really was made for couples.

After a bit of wandering, you both found your way to the only not jam-packed cafe in the theme park. Sadly though, no matter where you turned, you were met with just as, if not more, PDA positive couples as the one you encountered at the love tunnel.

“This place is an eye sore,” Kyoutani mumbled while reading the menu.

A couple, only a seat over, were tucked into the corner, hands never leaving their partners skin as they kissed heavily against the wall.

You both cringed. “Let’s just get a drink and get out of this place.”

To your despair, your hot drinks did little to fight against the cold, which had only seemed to drop in temperature since you got to the cafe. You both stood stiffly in the middle of the theme park, sipping on your drinks through straws and staring at the concrete ground, away from all the lovey-dovey couples.

“So this has been terrible,” you sighed.

“It’s still 3pm.”

“Yup.”

For the love of— what the hell do people do on dates? Think, Think. The quiz had mentioned dinner and movies? Were there any noteworthy movies released recently that weren’t RomComs? All that the damn letter gave you was coupons, and for all you could care, the saved money didn’t make up for the awful location.There were still some rides that you could do, but they were slow with long lines, and staying in the cold felt like it would only worsen the mood. And you were certain that seeing another handsy couple would make you both uncomfortable. The parks games would likely suck up the rest of your money too. Even if Kyoutani was a skilled athlete, rigged games weren’t worth it. Neither of you were really dressed to be outside too long either. Finding a gym could possibly work, but they’d all likely be booked for practices. Wait!

“I have season tickets to Sendai Frogs? They’re division two but still really good and—”

“Let’s go.” Kyoutani’s back seemed to have straightened, shoulders rising slowly as he sucked in some air. He loops his arm through yours, pulling you toward the theme park’s exit.

“The game isn’t for another 3 hours!”

“We’ll get food first.” 

With it being the ‘most romantic day of the year’, people were crowding the trains and streets as they went on the merry way to their dates. It was overwhelming. You and Kyoutani had to push your way through giant bouquets of roses and massive chocolate hearts as you travelled the relatively short distance to the stadium. It was annoying, not being able to see over mountains of roses and hearts. While you were fine with just dealing with the hindrances, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when Kyoutani decided to curse them out for being in your way. You were sure to give the people quiet apologies though.

You had made it to a small family owned restaurant up the street from the stadium, stuffing your faces with all the food that you had missed throughout the day. 

“Let me pay for my food.” Kyoutani was rising out of his seat to go pay at the cash register when you grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull him back.

“I’m not broke you wimp. You’re already paying for the tickets.” 

You didn’t want to correct him by saying it was your parent’s money paying for the tickets. Then again, paying for the meal would be your parent’s money as well. You let go of his shirt. “Fine, but hurry or we’ll miss the pre-game stuff.”

“You think I’m slow?” He growled, turning around to face you.

“No, but you will be if you keep standing there. Just go pay quickly.” Shooing him off to the counter, you wrapped yourself up in your coat and grabbed his off the backrest. Holding it open for a quick slide on when he returned.

His “thanks” came out in a small grumble before he linked your arms again and set off toward the stadium.

You were happily jumping with each step as you approached the building and your seats inside. Games were always a highlight of and sort of week. Home or away. It was always great to see your city’s team play. Nothing made you feel better.

A familiar figure with rounded and hunched shoulders, a protruding stomach and a large cup with piss coloured liquid stood in the seat next to yours. “Oh, great.”

He must’ve heard you, as his head turned to look at you as you descended the steps to your seats. Kyoutani was just a step behind you when you slid into the row.

“Hey, Kid!” The man’s hefty arm slung itself around your shoulder, bringing you into a tight side-hug that nearly made his drink spill onto your coat. 

“Hi, already drinking?” You put a kind smile on your face as you looked at the soft plastic container filled with beer.

“Fourth one! Gotta start strong!” He shouted it out proudly, as if he wasn’t going to be asleep in his seat by the end of the game from all the alcohol.

“Congratulations.”

When the man’s arm dropped, he turned to face his buddies for a moment that were on the other side of him. A tug on your elbow had you switching places, putting you farther away from the noise and drinks. Kyoutani let you go, back facing the strange man as he pulled off his coat. You looked at him with wide eyes, silent as you quickly got rid of your jacket and placed it on the seat behind you.

The man turned back, beer-soaked mouth open as he was about to speak before pausing, shutting his jaw, and then promptly speaking again. He leans around Kyoutani to see him. “Ah! Who’s this guy? I don’t know your face.”

Kyoutani’s face began tight as he gave the man a side glare.

“He’s a,” you gulped, “friend from school.”

The man grinned, showing off his crooked teeth. “Ah! Nice to meet ya, Bud!” He raised an arm swinging it toward the striped blond’s shoulders until Kyoutani took a step closer to you and out of reach from the drunken grasp. Grabbing the man’s wrist, Kyoutani lowers it with a glare. “Ah, not a hugger, that’s fine. You better cheer loud though.”

You both were finally taken out of the guy’s immediate thought at the pre-game starting, pulling his attention away like a moth to a flame.

Kyou leaned toward you, lowering his volume to be underneath the announcer’s. “Who’s the jackass?” The anthem began to play.

You huffed through your nose and whispered, “Honestly, I don’t know his name. I just call him Drunk Guy. He’s got season tickets as well. He’s not terrible, he’s just really—”

As if someone watching over you had a specific taste in comedic timing, the anthem finished and the subject of your conversation let out a horrendous scream, then a sharp whistle that stabbed your ears as the players took their positions. He follows the volume match with a slurry of rambling cussing directed at the opposing team, challenging and coercing them into an aggravated state, while he shook his beer wildly in the air. Whether or not he succeeded in making your opponents annoyed, you didn’t know, but he definitely made you hate him.

“Loud,” you finished.

Kyoutani huffed, glaring over his shoulder at the man until the game started and everyone settled into their seats.

The drunk man’s sneers and swears quickly faded into the crowd’s cheers as the game continued. Letting you enjoy the game fully without any distractions, except for a minor few

Whenever Sendai scored a point, and the onlookers jumped to their feet to cheer, Kyoutani’s hand found your shoulder and squeezed in for dear life before pulling away like it burned his palm. Looking over, you’d see a familiar scowl with his eyes glued on the game before you. He was rather quiet the whole game, only letting out small huffs of excitement every now and then as he grabbed your shoulder and clenched his other hand into a fist. Quiet until Drunk Guy decided to heckle one of the injured opponents as he walked off the court with a bloody nose. Kyoutani snapped at him, yelling louder than anyone in the crowd. You tried not to laugh as the man backed off like a whimpering puppy.

The game ends with Sendai Frogs’ win, tightly making it over the two point difference with 29 in the 5th set.

You pulled Kyoutani out of the stadium by your linked arms. It had happened unconsciously. After silently finding an agreeable way to hold on to each other as you walked, it seemed like your arms looped together like magnets once needed.

The winter wind was much stronger than when you had arrived, making your teeth clatter as you walked home.

“I have more tickets if you want to come again. My parents usually end up missing games because of work.”

Kyoutani let the wind fill in the silence for a moment. “When’s the next one?”

“Next week. It’s an earlier game though. We could count it as one of our four dates,” you said, absentmindedly, suddenly remembering the context of the whole situation.

When you looked his way though, Kyoutani’s face was screwed in a way that made it seem as though he had just eaten something incredibly foul. 

You backtracked, “O-or not. We don’t need to hang out at all if you’d prefer, it’s not a big deal.” You were used to attending the games on your own regularly anyways.

Kyoutani huffed, eyes straying to the side where a dog park was. “I just don’t like the date thing.” 

You stopped in your tracks, pulling Kyoutani along with you. “Is that all?” His mouth opened for a moment before getting distracted by a large, puffball of a canine that made its way over and pressed its nose against the separating fence. Kyoutani poked it, making the dog dark happily before running back to its owner.

Your laugh brought his attention back your way. “Seriously, Kyoutani. If it’s the idea of it being a ‘date’ that bothers you, then let’s just think of it as us hanging out instead. There’s no expectations with that, right?”

For once, the boy’s expression seemed a bit more neutral, unblinking as his eyes jittered between looking at the both of yours. His shoulders dropped, you hadn’t noticed how tense he was until that point.

You hummed, “Sound good?”

Rin’s hands were held together, pressing into her chest as she sighed dreamily toward the clubroom ceiling as if Aphrodite herself was descending from it. “We went to see a rom-com! He held my hand and hugged me throughout it. He’s so warm. He even wiped off a crumb from my cheek and kissed it and—AH! I feel hot just thinking about it! Am I blushing? My face must be so red!”

You blinked at the younger girl. Held hands? Through the whole movie? That must have been really sweaty. And kissing on the first date? What? Noticing that it was wide open, you shut your jaw. 

Momo laughed, “You look like a strawberry, Rin. Takahashi and I went to a fancy restaurant. We held hands and drank water like it was fancy wine. Almost convinced him to propose right there!” She elbowed the boy that sat between you with a cheeky grin, making him shove her back. “We’re going ice skating next. You’ll carry me so I won’t fall right?”

“Sure.”

They all seemed to melt into the floor as they spoke about their dates. Like somehow their body temperature was high enough to render their muscles useless, letting them sink into the floor or chairs like puddles of molasses.

Akira cheered from their chair, “Ooh! We went skating for our date! She held my hand the whole time and we had hot chocolate afterwards. I got some whipped cream on my nose and when I wiped it off she kissed my cheek!”

You watched Akira’s eyes become half lidded. Rin decided to take the following science to fly a pin your way.

“How did your date go?”

You laughed like a fog horn. “We caught a couple getting frisky in the love tunnel at the carnival and then went to this cutsie cafe that had sort of meh drinks. Then again, it seemed less like people went for food but instead to make out. So we ditched and went to a family restaurant before watching the Sendai Frogs play.”

“You just ditched the whole Valentine’s day date thing?” Momo pouted.

Takahashi snorted. “Why am I not surprised? I can’t imagine you, or Mad-Dog enjoying that sort of thing.”

Rin whined, “But you were supposed to have a cute date and fall in love and stuff!” To which you just silently shrugged in response. “Do you even plan on going on another date?”

“Uh, there’s another Sendai frogs game, but other than that, it’s technically his turn to plan, I think.”

Momo looked at you as if he had just heard a forecast of endless bad weather. “You think?”

Again, you shrugged.

Your gloved fist hammered on the wooden door, making a dull thud rather than a recognisable knock. It had gotten colder over the week, like nature wanted to sneeze out its last remaining bits of winter before spring came around. Even the weather forecast talked about a probable chance of cold winds and snow coming from the north for the next while. It was cold, getting colder, and you were on the racecar stripped teen boy’s doorstep, shivering in it.

He finally opened the door, yawning and still in his baggy pyjamas.

You scoffed, “Sleep in?”

“Ya. Come in. I’ll get changed.”

You brushed past him and pulled off your outdoor clothes, eager to soak in the heat. “Don’t bother, it’s fine. You can get changed before we leave if it’s more comfortable. Not like I'm dressed all that fancy.” You gestured to your sloppy sweatpants and shirt before taking your shoes off. “So what's the plan for today?”

Not needing to take care of extra clothing like you did, Kyoutani took a few extra steps into the living room and grabbed two remote controls off the coffee table. “I’ll order fried chicken and pizza in a bit too.”

You smirked, “Oh, I see. You ready to lose?” Finally removing your second shoe, you rushed forward, snatching the remote from his hand and flopping onto the couch.

“As if.”

The pizza had been eaten quickly between matches, Kyoutani eating half of your side of the pie after he had inhaled a hefty amount of fried chicken. Despite the constantly full mouth, it didn’t seem to prevent him from talking.

“Shut up and get out of my way!”

“No way. We’re going against each other, I’m trying to win!”

Kyoutani kicked a leg up onto the couch and pushed his heel into your shoulder. Being shoved sideways sends your arm askew, making you kiss the needed buttons.

Kyoutani jumps to his feet, stretching his arms high into the air before crashing down into a hunched squat. “Fuck Ya!”

“Oh, fuck you, cheater!” You dropped the remote in exchange for the throw pillow that you  had been, well, thrown into, and used it for the purpose it’s name suggested. Kyoutani’s head, followed by the rest of his body in a wave like motion, toppled sideways, before spinning back and landing on the couch. Then, your alarm rang.

Drunk Guy wasn’t present at the game this time, you’d never know for sure why. But you always told yourself that he probably got too drunk at a nearby bar, and couldn’t make the extra trip. Though you would never be upset about his absence, a game where he would likely start yelling at his own team, made you grateful you didn’t have to hear his crude ramblings.

The game was disappointing. With the team's ace injured after last week, a concussion along with a badly bruised nose, morale had dropped and the team wasn’t playing their best. It wasn’t a bad game, necessarily, close in score and filled with good plays. But within five minutes, everyone in the stadium seemed to know that Sendai Frogs were going to lose.

You sighed, and turned to look Kyoutani’s way, who —despite the obvious loss— was staring intently at the match before him. Looking closer, it was almost as if his eyes were glowing. Amber, gold, and honey.

Before you realised it, the first set ended and Kyoutani sank into his seat with a huff.

“You look very intense when you’re watching the game. It’s a bit scary, but your eyes look very pretty too.”

“Shut up.” He pushed you over, making you laugh and retaliate by doing the same.

“Oh that reminds me, do you bleach your eyebrows too?”

New letters were decorating the tables when you arrived at class on Monday morning. You didn’t even wait for Momo and Takahashi to arrive when you dropped onto your assigned chair and tore the envelope open. 

“Ah,” Momo had shown up, peeking over your shoulder. “An ice skating coupon, that’s fun!”

You crumpled the letter, and stuffed it in your backpack.

Takahashi had sat down as well, pulling the happy girl off your shoulder and pushing her into her own chair. “Can Mad-Dog even skate?”

You groaned, at least it wasn’t the carnival again. And with Valentine’s day over most of the red heart and rose decorations would be gone. Though, that didn’t mean anything for White day, perhaps why would have just changed the colour scheme a bit for the next few weeks. “I don’t know, but it looks like I’m going to find out. This coupon is 50% off for couples. Gotta abuse that.”

Thinking more about it, the Sendai Frogs game that week was in another city, so instead of seeing it in person, you’d be watching the live broadcast. You weren’t sure if Kyoutani would mind coming to your place to watch it or not, but he had invited you to his home, so.

You hummed.

Kyoutani hummed also, when you showed him the coupon and mentioned the away game. You quickly left though, at the teasing sounds of laughter and pursing lips from his teammates behind him. You understood why he lashed out at them.

“Ouch, ouch. Hey, too much!”

To Kyoutani’s credit, he knew how to skate. Though his heart belonged to volleyball, being an athlete set him up to at least have transferable skills in all sports. Along with his skills however, his insistent need for perfection and winning seemed to carry over too, even in things that weren’t competitive in and of themselves.

He tugged your skates laces tighter, practically suffocating your foot

“Watch it! You’re gonna tear the thing right off!”

From his kneeled position before you, blade between his knees, he looked up and gave you a glare. “Do you want to break an ankle?”

“No, ideally not.”

“Then shut up and deal with it.”

He just had to show off that he was better at tying laces than you were. And what sucked more, he actually was.

The skating rink was outdoors, split into two sections, one where people played a bit of hockey, or did fancy tricks, and the other that was limited to casual skating. Beside it, a large wooden cabin-like building that functioned as a change room and cafe along with having rentable skates. Kyoutani had you sitting on one of the wooden benches until he got your skates fused to your legs.

Once on the ice, Kyoutani had no qualms about shouldering you, trying to knock you off balance, confident in his work of your laces. Of course, you retaliated, making the shoving match continue as bruises built underneath your jackets and you both began to build more speed turning the shoving matches into dodging and then a flat out race.

You could barely hear Kyoutani’s growls over the cold wind that rushed by your ears. People yelped as you both zipped by, nearly knocking them over. The speed was exhilarating, you haven't skated in years and sliding across the ice at a speed you had never reached before was like becoming a new person. You and Kyoutani were neck in neck with a clear path ahead of you. You wanted to win.

The feeling of cold wind pushing back against your speed made you think for a half second. It had been a number of years since you stepped foot on ice. Maybe you should’ve practiced stopping.

Kyoutani held two ice packs in his hands, one in each. He pressed the one in his left against the swelling spot on top of his as the other, in his right, was pushed against your forehead. He was, also, holding up the weight of your head as you jokingly slumped into it as you filled out the skating rinks injury form. At least you were smiling and not grimacing over the pain he supposed.

It was a simple questionnaire, primarily going over the incident and making you both confess over how dumb you were being while promising not to sue them over your mistake. When you finally gave the piece of paper back, Kyoutani was able to hand off your ice pack and return your skates to the amused worker behind the counter. He glared at the man.

The ice packs were luckily one time use, meaning that you could take it home, not that it was all that different than just standing out in the cold.

Kyoutani groaned from the ache in his head as you both walked. “Did you really have to fill out that form?”

“Just be happy that I didn’t make you fill out one too. And belides. It was kind of fun.”

For once, you were grateful for the frigid temperatures. The feeling of the wind and snowflakes against your burning forehead was relaxing. You were almost sad when you arrived home.

“Oh! You must be Kyoutani! My, I never thought I’d see the day that my kid went on a date!”

You tried not to gag at the memory of the first ‘date’. Beside you, Kyoutani didn’t hide his disgust. Your mother didn’t pay any mind though, running up to you both, helping you out of your winter gear, all while gushing about the thought of her darling child finally behind with someone. You pretended not to hear her mention Takahashi and Momo and her thoughts of setting you up with either of them.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a date exactly—”

“Dinner is ready, love birds! Grab your plates.” Your dad called from the kitchen.

You cursed yourself silently for mentioning Kyoutani coming over to watch the game. If you hadn’t, the two might have actually stayed at work like they usually did.

One hand on either of your backs, You bother ushered you into the kitchen to stuff your plates.

Sitting around your living room furniture as your parents stared at you and Kyoutani like reincarnations of past lovers made you want to regurgitate the food you had already tried to each under their oppressing gazes. You tried your best to focus on the match that was streaming on the screen in front of you.

“Could you not stare—”

“So, Kyoutani, did they ask you out on Valentine’s day? It was with the chicken right? Oh, darling, why didn’t you tell us you had a crush?”

From the corner of your eye, you could see the blond's shoulders crawl up to his ears.

“I didn’t, I don’t,” you huffed, setting your nearly empty plate down. You didn’t have the appetite any longer. “It’s a school organized event by the student council. So, I didn’t really ask him out. We just sort of got paired up.”

“Ah, have you two been having fun on your dates at least?” Your dad piped in.

Kyoutani set his own plate down, not even a trace of food was left. “The first date was pretty trash, the rest have been fine, I guess.” 

You blinked. Would you ever get a better compliment from the boy than that? You felt rather smug. You nodded, “We didn’t really have a say in that one, but ya, it was pretty bad.”

Your mom frowned, “Oh? Why not?”

“Stupid horn dogs and a fucking love fest of a theme park.” 

Again, you nodded. “Exactly that, really.”

“Oh, but the Valentine's theme park is so cute and romantic!” for a moment you watched as your mom fell into your dad's arms dramatically, showering him with love and adoration that he eagerly reciprocated as they both thought back to fond memories of dates and other things.

Their ramblings became mute to your ears as you turned your head to instead watch Sendai Frogs score a clean point and take the set.You and Kyoutani cheered, his hand came to clasp your shoulder again in the excitement.

By the time it had come for Kyoutani to make his way home, your parents had gone off to who knows where. 

You leaned on the door frame as he pulled his shoes on. “I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable. When I mentioned you coming over for the game, they insisted on getting out of work early. I guess, I know why now.”

“They’re just weird fuckers who care to much about your love life. It’s weird, but fine. Not too different from everyone else.”

You didn’t hold back your laughter, “You’re not wrong! Huh, I don’t think I ever really noticed that.”

Even before the student councils, meddling, dating and crushes seemed to be all people talked about outside of school and a few other things. Classmates, schoolmates, celebrities, fictional characters. Did it ever stop?

“Do your parents do that? Like what mine did?”

Kyoutani swung on his coat and glared to the ceiling as if in deep thought, maybe he did have to think hard about it and you were just mistaking it for his usual look. “Not really. My mom tells my dad how handsome he is and my dad will hold her and take care of her. But I've seen friends do that too. He never buys roses or chocolates, and she never makes elaborate meals to celebrate anniversaries. I don’t even know if they had a wedding. I just know that they love each other.” 

That’s it, huh?

He zipped his coat and continued after another pause. “They’ve never pestered me about anything like yours seem to either. They care more about how I'm doing in school and if I’m staying out of trouble.”

You stared at the class one student with a delinquent’s reputation and smirked. “Are you? Staying out of trouble that is.”

He huffed and zipped up his coat. “Shut up. I’m managing.”

When he took one step out the door, he turned around to look at you with his signature glare, before holding up his puffy sleeve covered arms.

Smiling, you let go of the door and sank into the hug with a slow sigh. “Get some safe, okay? Watch out for the ice.”

He was warm. His hands were still on your back for a moment before brushing along the length of your spine and pulling away with an affirmative hum.

Rin stared at you with a dropped jaw and pinched eyes. The journalism club, as they do once the main load of work was done, was once again talking about their dates. Fuji used the opportunity to make a small sampled report to give to the student council every week. But within your small group of friends, you seemed to be an outlier.

“Let me get this straight. You guys shoved each other around on the ice, raced, and slammed into the barrier instead of, like, holding hands and drinking hot chocolate?”

You nodded as your fingers ran across your laptop's keyboard. “Ya. Why would we do all that stuff?”

Rin groaned, fists slamming into her thighs. “‘Cause it’s supposed to be a date! A romantic date!”

“Why though?”

Kaito rolled his eyes before smacking the back of his classmate's head. “Leave it alone. There’s only one more date left anyways. And if they don’t want to date they don’t have to. This is the first time the Student council has done this sort of thing, so it’s not perfect. They just don’t like each other.”

You tilted your head in the younger students direction as you listened to his tired words. Not like each other? You did like Kyoutani. Why wouldn’t you? Sure things started off a bit strangely; being thrown into an uncomfortable situation with a stranger is weird. But you did like him. He was passionate about competition and sports. Particularly volleyball, which you had a shared interest in. He was funny, and at least someone fun to anger since his reactions here were entertaining. He was aggressive and maybe a bit scary at times, but not without reason. He was fun, liked dogs, and gave good hugs too. Why was there not to like?

You stared at your clubmates as they went on to talk about their matches. Was it really all that different? Rin’s whine stabbed your ear drum. You winced.

Maybe it was different.

But who gives a fuck?

Momo and Takahashi were already on the raised platform when you arrived. Though you three had nearly always been by each other's sides, since the two got matched up however, they had been stuck like glue in and outside of school. You didn’t even know they liked each other like that. You slid in next to Momo. 

The boy’s volleyball team members were the the court, facing off against another school for a friendly scrimmage practice. From what Kyoutani had mentioned, at the end of the school year, they invited as many opposing teams as possible for a final hurrah of playing. All just for fun. You hadn’t ever taken a moment to watch any of the boys teams, but when Kyoutani had brought up the friendly, end of year tournament, asked (insisted) on being there to watch a few games. 

Your teeth dug into your lip as Kyoutani shoved past his teammates to get a spike in against the opposing team. Never having seen him play before, you could now clearly see why Momo and Takahashi were concerned beforehand. But it didn’t stop you from cheering his name loudly when the ball landed with a dangerous thwack at their libero’s feet, just inside the line.

Momo pulled your arms down from their victorious thrusting. “Are you sure you don’t like Kyoutani?”

You huffed, arms crossing as you narrowed your eyes at the girl. “What do you mean? I do like him. I wouldn’t have come to watch otherwise.” 

Takahashi continued to type on his laptop. Likely a play by play of sorts so that he could include it at the end of year article. Sadly, none-of the girl’s teams had anything going on. So there wasn’t anything for you to contribute other than a summary of the year and edits. He groaned when Momo leaned backwards against him, still giving you a suspicious glare.

“Okay… if you say so.”

Why she was hung up about it, you would never understand.

You were walking off the platform when you spotted the striped boy pounce on his captain.

Oikawa always was a bit of a twerp, annoying Kyoutani and trying to find every button that would make him explode.

“Oh, Mad-Dog! Your little date is here.” The captain sang, digging his fingers into the younger student’s shoulder.

Kyoutani groaned indignantly. “We aren’t dating, asswipe.”

“Really? They were cheering for you pretty loud. Louder than my fans even. Are you sure you aren’t an item? I knew our plan would work out!”

Kyoutani glared at the brunette, huffing hot air out of his nose as he crouched down. “Fight me you piece of shit!” he lunged, and choked.

Iwaizumi held the back of the boy’s collar, just holding him out of reach for Oikawa’s neck. The smiling brunet sang a little tune. 

The rest of the team watched on with mute laughter as their resident pound dog got his leash tightened on his by the dog walker. Iwaizumi sighed.

“Settle down, chihuahua. He’s not worth it!”

“Hey, Kyoutani!” 

It wasn’t the first time the team had seen you, so actually seeing you, along with two friends, though a bit out of the blue, was not really anything brand new to them. What was surprising though, was the sight of their rabid friend's shoulders relaxed and the aggressive creases in his face softened as he looked your way.

You parted ways from Momo and Takahashi at the school gate. Kyoutani looped his arm through yours once they were out of sight.

“Okay. So why did you do the questionnaire if you didn’t want to go on any dates?” 

“Fuck if I know! Those assholes made me do it. Wouldn’t stop pestering me about getting a date until I filled it out! And they’re still bothering me about it!”

You laughed, kicking a snowball that was left on the sidewalk.

“You aren’t like those asswipes either. Why did you sign up?”

“It was an accident actually.” Kyoutani raised an invisible brow in your direction. “We were helping the student council look over the questions and fill them out to see if they were any good. Test dummies essentially. Plus I like quizzes and questionnaires. But when Fuji gave them back with recommendations, I guess mine got filtered into the system even though it was the draft version. My friends keep getting annoyed that I don't do what they expect me to on these damn dates.”

You paused, holding Kyoutani back as you looked at the large snowflakes that were now following on his head.

“But honestly, I’m not even mad about it. Sure the first date was weird as all hell. But I like hanging out with you.”

“Hmm.”

You watched as a large fluff of snow landed on Kyoutani’s nose. Making him scribble up from the cold and snake the offending fluff off. A snort escaped you, making you hunch over in laughter.

Kyoutani growled at the sound and tugged you by your attached arms, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re warm. It’s nice,” your laughter subsided. “And you smell like sweat. Less nice. Did you not shower after the game?”

“Shut up.” Kyoutani’s eyes were closed as he tilted his head back towards the sky and let the softly falling clumps of white fluff land on his face.

You smiled, sinking into his hug. “Who cares if we’re not doing what everyone else wants. I like what we’re doing.”

“Hmm.”

The boy seemed to leave his door unlocked a lot.

“KENTAROU!”

Raising your leg up, you shoved your heel into the (already open, you didn’t want to damage anything) wood door, making it swing open.

On the other side, Kyoutani was padded up in his heaviest winter gear in a deep lunge, ready to dive.

The temperature had dropped again, the final assault of snow that week had made large stacks of snow that had to be shoveled through. Spring will come soon.

Seeing the blond boy’s conniving smirk, you held your hands up and surrendered, taking a few steps off his porch so that your back was facing the snow mound on his front yard. Once your arms lowered, all truces were off, and he pounced.

Hands collided with your shoulders, sending you flying backwards into the snow, and landing with a force that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You wheezed, “Fuck you!”

“Get off your ass. We have a game to win.”

His smile was contagious.

The Haishi Automotive Lions were the Sendai Frogs biggest rivals. All the players seemed to know each other really well, and got along great, which just made them want to one up each other more, no matter the outside standing of the V league. As it was one of the biggest games of the season, it also had a large turnout. 

Drunk Guy included. 

Spotting him in the crowd, Kyoutani’s eyes narrowed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stitching your spots before you slid into your seats. His arm stuck there like glue afterwards.

Having an extra body in the way for the man’s screams to bounce off instead of going directly into your ear was definitely a blessing. Especially when the Lions came out and a roar of heckles were thrown their way.

You groaned, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall onto Kyoutani’s shoulder. “This is going to be a long game.”

“We should get you noise canceling headphones.”

It was, in fact, a long game. The Sendai Frogs, having their star player back after his two week concussion recovery, was able to hold a steady lead throughout the first set. Finishing their first set winning with 27 points.

The crowd had gone wild when the referee’s whistle blew, rising to their feet as they screamed and pumped the fists. Kyoutani’s hand remained on your shoulder as you stood up to cheer along.

The second set had been much harder but ended similarly with 29 points for the Frogs, who were happily drinking cold water in their green jerseys that were gradually becoming more and more laden with sweat.

The Lions took the 3rd set with 28, and the 4th with 31.

The crowd had become restless and agitated, screaming all the nasty things they could against the opposing team. Which only made the visiting Lion’s fans retaliate with their own hateful words.

You groaned into Kyoutani’s shoulder, hoping that you would be able to leave the stadium without getting stuck in a brawl. It happens sometimes.

Luckily though, you managed to leave the stadium alive and with a happy smile at the memory of the Sendai Frogs taking the 5th set at 18 points with a gym rattling spike from their captain.

“AAH!” You shot your arms into the air. Letting the heavy snow fall on your cheeks. “That was amazing! Kyoutani, you’re gonna come to the game next week, right?”

His head tilted. “Isn’t this the last date?”

March 14th, White day, was next week. Meaning that everyone who hadn’t confessed on Valentine's day would take the opportunity to confess their love with the symbolic white roses. How could you have forgotten?

You paused, staring at the bow with an exaggerated scoff. “We talked about this already

“Who gives a fuck?”

The boys volleyball team had dismissed themselves from practice early so that they could go give out their white roses. This left the gym nearly deserted with the exception for the super dedicated players, ie the captain and a couple lackeys, tossing balls into the air. You had pulled Kyoutani up to the viewing ledge, where you could sit at least somewhat privately, while also still being in close access to the gym floor, should he want to run back on at any moment.

Your brow furrowed as you looked over the questions of the exit questionnaire that was left on your desk that morning. “Are you going to continue dating going forward? Yes or No? Seriously, that's too simplistic.”

“The fuckers set us up, what do you expect?” He took a bite from his Hamima Chicken, “What do you want to say?”

Dropping the sheet into your lap, you paused, and looked his way, watching as he scarfed down another bite without breaking a sweat. “What do you want to say?”

He swallowed and looked at the paper before throwing his head back with an annoyed grunt. “Who gives a crap!” he shoved the rest of the branded fried chicken down his throat before grabbing something from his bag and throwing it against your head.

It was hard, and crickled on impact before landing on the sheet of paper in your lap with a thud.

“You were supposed to catch it dumbass!”

“I didn’t know you were throwing something at me!” you laughed, rubbing the spot on your temple.

Picking up the crinkly plastic wrapped gift you admired, the inconsistent sized hard candy that sat inside of it. At the tied opening, a small card read ‘Happy White Day” is his recognisable messy handwriting. 

You smiled. “Thank you, Kentarou.”

The questionnaire was left blank.

This is the closest I’ve been to not finishing a oneshot in time, I thought I was gonna split it into parts.

Lol, I love this one. I just let my ace heart run wild with platonic fics, could’ve probably written so much more if I paced myself better.

holy shit 31 pages. - Bacon

It was very cute :( it didn’t even feel like 31 pages lskdjfla - Kiwi

11k wordsssss - Bacon

It’s about drive, it’s about power - Kiwi

We stay hungry, we devour - Bacon

PUT IN THE WORK, PUT IN THE HOURS AND TAKE WHAT'S OURS - Kiwi

Okayyy gotta post nowwww back to essay writing and date memorizing - kiwi

Posted: 05/12/2021

[queerkuro]

Yahaba meets Kyoutani’s older sister and is DELIGHTED to tell seijoh he’s afraid of his sister. Kyoutani tries to kill and/or break up with him, but Yahaba is like “nah uh, remember what neesan said about you having to keep me around” and Kyoutani can’t even fucking argue bc he IS scared of his sister and she DID say he had to keep Yahaba around

[kyotarou]

title: a little more noise

pairing: kyōtani kentarō x gn!reader

synopsis: in a world of constant silence, he’s the noise you need in life, even if he’s a bit quiet.

warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, slowburn, strangers to friends to lovers, lotta tropes and cliches, two swear words if i counted correctly

word count: 4.8k+

a/n: i wrote this in two days which i’m very proud of, go me! always wanted to write a kyōken fic and here it is. kinda scared to post this bc he’s quite tough to characterize imo and i’m terrible at writing longer pieces. oh well :,) no indentation because that’d be such a pain. hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated! (this is also my first time writing slowburn so please lmk if it’s still too fast)

Your parents were not bad people—that was a fact. They were kind, and you did everything an ordinary family would; eat dinner together, go on trips, attend school events. Things were quiet, a little too quiet for comfort. It never felt… right. You heard stories of parents arguing, nasty divorces, and custody battles. They tore your friends apart, made them feel a pain you could never understand. You knew how terrible it was, yet sometimes you wished you went through that to fill the silence in your home. The same monotonous, “good mornings,” and “hellos,” became sickening to hear. You told yourself to push on until after graduation where you’d escape. As the years dragged on, you weren’t so sure you could keep your sanity intact.

It was how you met Kyōtani Kentarō, a second-year from your school who was in a different class. Your friend told you of a gym nearby that was secluded at night. With a sly grin, he said he met up with students from other schools to smoke, and sometimes as a hookup spot. You wrinkled your nose at his comment and flicked his forehead. These were the people you hung out with; not so bright, but easygoing and fun. They were the ones who satisfied the need for noise, the bit of excitement in your life.

You snuck out after your parents had gone to bed. It didn’t hit until halfway through your walk that several things could happen. You were alone with nothing to defend yourself with except your phone and bare hands. Looking down at your outfit, an old dark hoodie and some sweats, you hoped it was ominous enough to ward people away. Besides, the last thing you wanted was to go home and wallow in its emptiness.

To see the lights on in the gym was a surprise. Upon closer inspection, you heard the squeaking of shoes and the cannon-like sounds of balls slamming the floor. You peeked your head through the door. The only person inside was a boy, no older than you. The first thing you noticed was his oddly dyed hair which resembled a tennis ball. The second was his piercing gaze as he turned his head and stared at you. You jumped. He looked as though he was going to charge at you. Instead, the boy huffed, walked to the other side of the gym, and picked up the ball. You spotted a familiar white and blue jacket on the ground.

“Seijoh?”

The boy turned to you again. “Yeah.” His voice was low, but powerful enough to rumble the earth.

You swallowed. “I go there, too.” This was a waste of time, you thought. You should’ve gone home, and you almost did until he spoke again.

“Never seen you before.”

The ball flew into the air with the boy tailing it. His body bent in a way you didn’t think was possible, face pinched in concentration. It hit his hand then the ground with the loudest smacks you had ever heard. It was incredible, but also scary. He picked up another ball behind him and did the same, and again, and again, until his side was empty and yours was strewn with several blue and yellow volleyballs. The more you watched, the more mesmerized you became.

“Can I stay?” You felt stupid for asking, but if he was trying to concentrate, you didn’t want to disturb him. Surprisingly, he nodded. You sank to the floor with your knees to your chest and listened to the constant thwacks and smacks all night.

You only learned his name a little while after. It was by accident. You were walking by a group of boys at school when one of them called him Mad Dog-chan, and you bit your lip to stop your laughter. Luckily, they didn’t notice. It was kind of cute the more you thought about it. It fit his appearance quite well, too. That night, you found him at the gym once again. Instead of a curt nod, you waved.

“Hey, Mad Dog-chan!”

You immediately regretted your words when he stopped bouncing the ball and flashed you a murderous look. You muttered a hurried apology and sat on the floor in your usual spot. He whacked a ball a couple of times then came over to grab his water bottle. After a few quick gulps, you expected him to get back on the court, but he stared at the spot beside you.

“It’s Kyōtani. Kyōtani Kentarō.”

Some nights, he didn’t practice. You sat in a playground nearby with soda and snacks from home. Originally, they were meant to replenish his energy when he overworked himself. Now, you were the one eating most of them, with Kyōtani nibbling on a custard bun as you wolfed down chip bag after chip bag. One thing you could say with confidence was Kyōtani was a great listener. At first, you sat in awkward silence. Then, you started rattling off all the things you did that day. It led to you talking about anything and everything, including the funny-looking dog you saw on the street last week. You hoped he didn’t think he reminded you of it.

Talking to Kyōtani was equivalent to talking to a wall. If anything, you were talking at him. He barely looked your way, and if you asked a question, he responded with a grunt or a simple, “Yeah.” Even though you wished it was two-sided, it felt good. You could finally break the silence that shrouded you for years, something you yearned to do but never had the confidence to. With Kyōtani, because of how quiet he was, you felt you could say anything without judgment. You did this for a while, rambling to him in the playground while he sat and listened.

Together, you sat on the swings with fruit sandwiches you made earlier that day. Your feet dragged against the sand and dirt as you swung back and forth. It seemed like Kyōtani enjoyed it. You noticed him eyeing your sandwich while licking his lips. You laughed and handed the rest to him. You started your daily tangent; woke up, ate a meat bun for breakfast, went to school, did homework, then came here. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned how you were home alone since your parents had lots of meetings to attend. You wished it was a little more lively. It was why you left the house every night, to find some noise in the suffocating void of it all.

You talked some more about your family, which you never did. You were too distracted to see Kyōtani’s head perk up. He stopped munching on the fruit sandwich and leaned forward, trying to look at your face. You continued to ramble, feeling your irritation slowly rise.

“Am I a bad person? I mean, they’re really nice, and I adore them. But it’s unbearable sometimes, and then I end up feeling like an asshole.”

You let out a dry laugh, ignoring the pain of the metal chains holding up the swing as they dug into your palms. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, unsure of what to say next. You chose to draw circles in the sand with the tip of your shoe.

“I understand how you feel.”

You looked at Kyōtani in surprise. You waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. The night felt a little brighter.

The last thing your “friends” expected was for you to ditch them for him. “Looks like a tennis ball,” one of them said. You chuckled since it was your exact thought when you first met him. You were relieved but also disheartened when they didn’t seem to mind too much. At least you knew where they stood. 

Hanging out with Kyōtani was much different compared to your nights at the gym or the playground. You got lots of stares from the third-years who never thought he could behave like this. Some people in your class whispered about the two lone-wolves banding together. You pretended not to hear.

“You’ve been cheery lately.”

You stared at your mother, trying to process her words. They never asked about you, which you grew to appreciate. It meant not having to force out a conversation. You almost brushed it aside until she spoke again. Your chin rested in your palm as you picked the vegetables on your plate, stomach full with snacks.

“I met a new friend.”

Your mother raised her brows, impressed. “Oh? Tell me about him.”

“How do you know he’s a boy?”

“Just a hunch.”

You sighed, continuing to stir your food. “He’s quiet. A little weird, but he’s nice. I can talk to him about anything.”

“That’s good.”

Your father glanced at her, and she shot him a strange look. Don’t, it said. He backed off and ate as if nothing happened.

You managed to weave yourself with the other boys from the volleyball team. They were a scary bunch at first, most of them glaring at Kyōtani the moment he walked through the door, but they were nice to you. He had left his jacket at the playground one night, and you made a mental note to return it to him the next day. Except, like Kyōtani, you also forgot about it. When you saw the boys flood to the gym for practice, you raced home then back to school and shyly followed a group of girls to the gym who were there to gawk at the captain.

During their break, you nervously approached Kyōtani and poked his shoulder. They watched you return his jacket but didn’t expect his, “Thank you,” afterward. When you left, Oikawa bugged him to invite you back. Kyōtani shrugged. He usually ignored him at all costs. Oikawa took it as a good sign.

Hanging out with them was a lot more fun than you anticipated. They were better than your previous friends, and even though most of them didn’t like Kyōtani, they seemed to be warming up. Your favorite moment was the movie night at Oikawa’s house. The living room was packed, with little room to wiggle, but it was comfortable. That night, you laughed so hard your stomach hurt, and the tensions between you, Kyōtani, and the rest of the boys dissolved. You belonged here.

Yahaba caught him staring at you outside your classroom. You sat across from another classmate, helping her with a few assignments for her art class. You posed and let her take pictures. Some were silly, but the others captured your features perfectly. In one of them, you rested your cheek in your palm with the tip of your pencil wedged between your teeth. You looked at the camera through your lashes as your classmate continued to snap more shots.

“Cool it.” Yahaba clapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Never said you were.”

You helped your classmate pack her things. While you followed her out the door, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. You bid her goodbye as her friends called her over, then turned to Kyōtani and Yahaba. 

“Ready to go?”

Yahaba nodded, as did Kyōtani. You walked ahead of them, listing off that day’s menu. Behind you, Kyōtani’s eyes zeroed in on your moving form, the shift of your hips as you took each step. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like he was honing in on a kill. Yahaba prodded his arm.

“Don’t be a pervert.”

You swore you heard a slap.

Friday after school, your parents were home from work much earlier than anticipated. A game show played on the television. They barely noticed your arrival until you called out. The TV turned off, and your mother looked over the back of the sofa with a wry smile. Your father drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa. His eyes stayed glued to the empty screen.

“Welcome back,” your mother greeted. She glanced at the boxes in the kitchen, filled with old plates and cutlery you hadn’t touched in a while. You assumed they were throwing them out.

“So…” she drawled. “What do you think of Tokyo?”

“Tokyo?”

Your hands shook as you set your school bag down on the kitchen table. The boxes made more sense. You remembered your father talking about a school his friend’s son attended. Nekoma, was it? He told you how great it was there, that it’d be easy to make friends in such a populated area.

“Tokyo…” you repeated. A heavy lump formed in your throat. “It seems… nice. Why do you ask?” You couldn’t stop the waver in your voice. Your mother caught on too.

“Dad’s company moved areas. It’s a big shift, but it’s too good to lose. So-”

“We’re moving.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you were about to.” 

Your head hung over the table. There was a crushing weight in your chest. Of course they wouldn’t tell you. They never did. It was too much to not expect this betrayal. If you told them how happy you were at Seijoh, maybe things would’ve been different. I could’ve prevented this. You shook your head. You couldn’t stop an entire company from moving, nor could you convince your father to find a new job in Miyagi. You had to follow them like you always did.

“If we can stay, we will, but most likely-”

“I’ll start packing.”

You grabbed your school bag and stomped to your room, vision obscured by your tears. Why now? Why did it have to be when you were starting to fit in, when you found real friends who made you happier than ever? Just when things looked like they were turning around, you were back at square one. You’d be there for a while, stuck in a new city far away from Seijoh. If you were with your old group, you wouldn’t have been this upset. But to not see them again—Yahaba, Hanamaki, even Oikawa.

You opened your phone and stared at the lock screen: a picture of you and Kentarō from the movie night at Oikawa’s. His arm was slung over your shoulder, a scowl on his face, but the peace sign he held up made it worth it. You remembered taking it and everyone gasping that Kentarō would even allow anyone to take a picture of him, let alone save it. Your heart fluttered. When did he stop being Kyōtani and become Kentarō?

Kentarō faced the empty playground. He sat in the right swing as he always did, scanning the area for any sign of you. In his hand was his attempt at a fruit sandwich, messily covered in cellophane with whipped cream oozing between the bread. A bandaid wrapped the tip of his finger where he accidentally cut himself. Damn those strawberries.

Kentarō kicked at the dirt. He waited, and waited some more, but after twenty minutes, you didn’t show. He pulled out his phone and sent you a quick text. Your absence made his skin crawl. His phone lit up with a response. Sorry, was all you said.

He couldn’t shake the heaviness as he trudged home.

The view outside the window gave you an excuse to be distracted. The voices of the boys were loud, but you chose to focus on the birds circling the courtyard. Two of them swooped down and landed on the thick branch of an old tree. They ruffled their feathers and nuzzled their beaks. You saw your old friends walk out of the main building. The one who introduced you to the gym glanced up. His eyes met yours momentarily. He went back to talking to someone you didn’t recognize and led them to the other side of the campus.

You stared out the window until Mattsun shook your shoulder. You turned and put on a faux smile. Your classwork was still strewn across your desk even though it was lunch. A few drops of chili sauce had landed on your math homework. You scowled at Hanamaki, his face stuffed with food.

“Oops.”

You wiped it off with an eye roll then stuffed it into your bag along with your other notebooks.

“What’s buggin’ ya?” Mattsun asked. 

You shrugged. “Nothing. I’m ready for the day to end.” It was the last thing you wanted. There was a bit of time before you left for Tokyo, but the countdown moved fast. You ignored Mattsun’s opposing look and ate. They couldn’t know yet.

Kentarō knew there was more than what met the eye, but he bit his tongue. He was paranoid, he told himself. The guilty look on your face as the boys laughed, unaware of the shift in attitude, said otherwise. He threw his arm over the back of your chair. You relaxed, but the sad look remained. Remembering the fruit sandwich he made, Kentarō grabbed it from his bag and slid it across your desk. You raised your brows.

“What’s this?”

“I made it.”

You unwrapped the sticky mess of whipped cream and strawberry jam. Kentarō watched you take a small bite, followed by a bigger one.

“This is delicious!”

He showed you the tip of his finger. “The price I paid for it.”

Your knees knocked against his under your desk. He flinched. You pressed your finger to your lips, then to the bandaid. “Thank you. Hope it feels better.”

Your cheeks swelled as you took more bites than you could chew. Pink syrup stuck to the corner of your mouth. Cute, Kentarō thought.

“What was that?” you mumbled. A crumb lodged itself in your throat. Mattsun rushed over and slapped you so hard on the back it echoed. A handful of other students looked over. Hanamaki scolded you for gulping down your bottle of water without taking any breaths. Kentarō cheeks turned a darker shade than the strawberries when you gripped his arm for support. You didn’t ask again.

“Cute,” he whispered anyway. He knew you wouldn’t hear over Mattsun’s teasing. “You’re cute.”

Kentarō invited you to the movies. He planned on having it at home, but his parents occupied the TV, and his laptop was too small to enjoy anything. He met you at a plaza a walking distance’s away. He let you pick the movie, curious about your tastes. Action? Romcom? When he looked at his ticket, it was for the latest horror movie. Critics raved about it, calling it the best of the decade. Impressive.

The movie started a while ago. The critics were right, it was scary, a lot scarier than he expected. You enjoyed it like a comedy movie, clapping your hand over your mouth when the entire theater shrieked at the killer, including Kentarō.

“You’re a sadist,” he whispered.

“Am not, just think it’s funny.”

He shook his head. Another jumpscare happened, this time worse than before. Several people jolted in their seats and bits of popcorn flew into the air. Kentarō didn’t realize he had sank into his seat—your seat, actually—until you nudged his foot with yours.

“Scared?” Your breath was warm against his ear.

“Sorry.”

You patted his hand which clutched the armrest with a vice grip. Kentarō’s heart beat faster.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m right here.”

The movie ended and the lights switched on. People left the theater with wobbly legs and pale faces. You headed to the exit holding your empty cups and popcorn bags with Kentarō in tow. He wished the movie was longer. Not because he enjoyed it, but because the smile on your face made it worth it.

Your room was bare besides your bed and desk. Most of your stuff was packed neatly in the many cardboard boxes piled inside your now empty closet. It’d been a few weeks since that Friday, and you still hadn’t told Kentarō or any of the boys. You weren’t sure how to break the news. He noticed how clingy you became, tailing him wherever he went at school. Not that he minded. You talked less at the playground. It was him who filled the silence instead, though his daily recaps weren’t as interesting as yours.

Next week was the last with Kentarō. In your shaky hands was an envelope, the edges indented from how hard you gripped it. You took out the letter inside, read it over, then slipped it back in. You thought about sealing it for the umpteenth time that day. Before your tongue swiped against the flap, you quickly scanned over the letter once more as if the words would disappear. You’d seal it later, you told yourself.

Your over-the-top cheeriness was so evident it was painful. They asked what was up, and you said you were simply having a good day. Kentarō knew better than that. At lunch, when you were away from everyone else, he prodded your shoulder and asked what was wrong. You frowned at him, then smiled.

“Everything's fine.”

Before he could probe further, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the cafeteria.

“There’s chicken! It’s your favorite, right?”

Something slipped out of your pocket. Kentarō thought it was your school notes. He bent down to pick it up and saw it was a white envelope, unsealed. You were already gone, dragged away by his teammates. He didn’t want to pry, but curiosity got the best of him. Turning the other direction, he grabbed the note inside. His name at the top caught his eye.

Dear Kyōken-chan,

He snorted.

Sorry for not telling you this sooner. I’m still trying to process this too.

A crease formed on his forehead as he squinted. The letter was quite long, the handwriting messy. He repeated the phrases in his head over and over, but he couldn’t fully understand what they meant. He flipped it to the back and sighed when there was more. He decided to scan it this time, except a handful of words made him reread it in depth.

“Kentarō!” In your arms were several wrapped buns from the cafeteria. He tried to stuff the note into his pocket, but you already saw.

“Oh.” The buns fell to the ground. “Oh no.”

Kentarō’s face was a mix of frustration and hurt. The hand holding the letter shook, the other balled in a fist. You wanted to run, but if you moved, you swore you’d collapse.

“(Y/N),” he murmured. “What is this?”

A weary laugh escaped your lips. “Um. Can we go somewhere else?”

Not waiting for an answer, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the school’s courtyard.

“One week,” he huffed.

“One week.”

You sat beneath a large, shady tree in the farthest corner away from the main building. Kentarō rubbed his temple and sighed. He held onto your letter. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“For how long?”

“Probably forever. Not literally, but it’ll feel like it.”

“So you’re graduating from Nekoma?”

You nodded. Kentarō tapped his knuckles against his cheek.

“Wished you told me sooner.”

You blinked at him wearily. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head then turned away. You grew quiet for a moment. He took it as his chance to butt in.

“So, you like me?”

“It’s all in the letter.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

You looked away. Your hands were clammy, and the air felt ten times hotter. The word you used was stronger, much stronger than he anticipated. It made his cheeks burn and a smile threatened to pull at his lips. He wanted to hear it come to life.

“I love you, Kentarō.”

It sounded sweet, almost tooth-rotting sweet. Kentarō chewed the inside of his cheek. He liked you, he really did. He just wasn’t sure if it was the right moment to say it. Would there be a right moment? After this week, you’d be in Tokyo in another school—a rival school, to make matters worse. He wanted his words to hold weight, and in that moment, they didn’t. Not as much as he wished.

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

“I do.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the bell cut you off. Kentarō hoisted himself from the ground then held his hand out. His palm was rough under yours, but his touch was gentle. Once you got to your feet, you let go, but he kept his pinky locked with yours.

Friday arrived quickly. Sadness filled the air as you said your goodbyes, thanking your classmates and teachers for the short, but pleasant year. After school, the team led you to the gym with your eyes covered. The boys’ gym was decorated with a banner and a table with food. There was even a cake, the word Seijoh iced and crossed out on top. You let out a hearty laugh before inviting the boys to dig in.

“Of course,” said Oikawa. “I paid for it.”

On one side, Mattsun smeared frosting over Hanamaki’s cheek. On the other, Oikawa tried to spoon-feed Iwaizumi only to be smacked on the head. You sat on the floor next to Kentarō and looked around with a big smile. His thumb reached out to wipe a dollop of frosting from the corner of your mouth. The phrase, “Time flies when you’re having fun,” held up its end of the bargain. When you looked outside, the sun had begun to set.

You thanked your friends, took one last photo, and managed to hold in your tears until your walk home. You promised to visit and to cheer them on at nationals, even if you were on Nekoma’s side. They laughed, waved with sad smiles, then watched you leave.

Kentarō caught up with you a third of the way home. His hand slipped into yours, a habit he recently picked up. It wouldn’t last much longer. You stopped a few houses down from yours. You didn’t want to let go, not yet.

You learned many things this year. One, life wasn’t fair. It never was. Two, people weren’t as shitty as you thought, proven in your new friendships. Three, seeing Kentarō cry made your heart ache in a way you never wanted to feel again. His head fell against your shoulder with a hard thump, tears soaking through the uniform you’d wear for the last time. You rubbed his back and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

“Stay,” he pleaded.

“I wish I could.”

“Please don’t go.”

“I have to.”

Kentarō looked up through his watery lashes. Your lips connected. Who initiated it was a mystery. His kiss was slow but fervent. You leaned in, deepening it until you swore your teeth clashed. Kentarō’s hands rested on your hips, yours on the nape of his neck. His kisses were magnetizing, drawing you closer with each movement. You broke apart for air, foreheads pressed together. He still had tears in his eyes, and so did you. You stayed like that for a bit, wrapped in each other’s arms until you knew you had to let go.

“Call me everyday, please,” he whispered.

“I promise. I swear on my life.” 

You kissed him again. 

“Goodbye, Kentarō. I love you.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll be waiting.”

“So will I.”

Kentarō didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. You knew he loved you, proven by his daily text messages and calls thereafter. Even if it only lasted a couple of seconds, you never missed a day. Sometimes, you heard his teammates' voices in the background. The audio would become crackly before a new voice replaced your boyfriend’s: Mattsun, Yahaba, Oikawa, and even Iwaizumi. 

Boyfriend. The fact made your stomach fill with butterflies. Kentarō was yours, and you were his.

It’d been months since you last saw him in person. You finished your second-year at Nekoma, a school that welcomed you with open arms. You met lots of people, found new friends, but the boys from Seijoh never left your mind. The picture you took hung on the wall of your new bedroom, a space you were still getting used to. Summer vacation was here, and you promised to come home to Miyagi for a week or two. On the train, you checked your phone to see how many kilometers were left. Just a few more minutes.

When it came to a halt, you burst from your seat, duffle bag in tow. You sent Kentarō a text, only to be face-to-face with him the moment the doors opened. You leapt into his arms, knocking him back a few steps. His chin rested on your shoulder as you hugged, swaying side to side.

“I missed you so much, Ken.”

“Missed you, too.”

Your fingers clasped around his, resting perfectly in the dips between his knuckles. Hopefully, he hadn’t dropped his habit. The months you were apart flew by, but they were also the longest you had ever witnessed. Seeing Kentarō for the first time in a while felt like a breath of cool, fresh air.

You tugged on his wrist, ready to head to town. He stayed put.

“What is it?”

“I love you.”

He grinned shyly at you. Kentarō brought color into your dull life, your source of noise in the thick silence. The summer wouldn’t forever, and you had another year left to endure. But as long as he was there, even kilometers away, you’d get through it together.