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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
â Summary: Vibes/aesthetics that the characters would like in a partner, whether due to clothes, personality, tastes, etc.
â Multiple characters!!
â Fluff | Gn!Reader
ᥴꪍâËâš. ă 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!
â hinata, nishinoya, inuoka, lev, goshiki, koganegawa, bokuto.
ᥴꪍâËâš. ă 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
â sugawara, kageyama, kenma, tendou, osamu, aone, oikawa.
ᥴꪍâËâš. ă 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.
â iwaizumi, kyoutani, semi, atsumu, suna, kuroo, taketora.
ᥴꪍâËâš. ă 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.
â asahi, daichi, tsukishima, ushijima, shirabu, kita, akaashi.
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â 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 goodđ And if a character you like isn't here, you're free to imagine which one of these he would fit into!
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu oneshot#hq x reader#hinata shoyo x reader#kageyama tobio x reader#tsukishima kei x reader#nishinoya yuu x reader#sugawara koushi x reader#asahi azumane x reader#kuroo tetsuro x reader#kozume kenma x reader#yamamoto taketora x reader#oikawa tooru x reader#iwaizumi hajime x reader#kyoutani kentarou x reader#aone takanobu x reader#ushijima wakatoshi x reader#tendou satori x reader#shirabu kenjirou x reader#goshiki tsutomu x reader#kita shinsuke x reader#miya atsumu x reader#miya osamu x reader#ojiro aran x reader#keiji akaashi x reader#bokuto koutaro x reader#sawamura daichi x reader
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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 upđđ)
Well, Enjoy!
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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.
â Watch where you're goin', idiot! Can't you see I am walking?â 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.
â 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.â You said with fake calmness, you felt too tired and annoyed to deal with KentarĹ, 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.
â ....I'll kill you for that.â He said.
â Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow.â 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 KentarĹ.
â 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.â 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 KentarĹ 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!?
â No.â you replied. Trying to sound like a professional nice kid that you weren't at all when it comes to KentarĹ, 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.
â What the hell did ya just do, ya dog!?â you asked with stern tone, standing up immediately. Getting ready to scold the fuck out of him
â I warned you! And don't call me dog, asshole!â he respond, giving the same energy as you did. The people around you two just stared at you both, feeling concerned and mostly curious.
â 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!â As you were saying it, you were also hitting KentarĹ 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.
â IWA-CHAN! NO!â
â HEY! DON'T HIT!â
â SHUT UP!! YOU BOTH ARE CHILDISH AND STUPID!â
â Iwa-chan~ What is that all about....OW!â
â SHUT UP YOU TOO, SHITTYKAWA!â
#male reader#anime#haikyuu#kyoutani kentarou#oneshot#request#fluff/angst#cringe#iwazumi hajime#x reader#haikyuu oikawa
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KyĹken (KyĹtani KentarĹ x Reader)
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â [Reader]-chaaan! â A loud, sweet voice came from the end of the corridor. â Here you are.
â 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.
â You have to come to our match â 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.
â But I don't like volleyball â she cleared her throat nervously.
â You've already been to our... AAAAAH â Oikawa howled.
[Reader] recognized the person who hit him in the head. It was his teammate, Iwaizumi.
â Are you bothering kouhais again, Shittykawa? â He pulled him by the ear.
â It's not like that, Iwa-chan â 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.
â I just wanted KyĹken-chan to play well...â he sobbed.
â I apologize for him. â Hajime bowed, forcing his friend to do the same.
â Apology accepted â she replied.
She felt awkward. After all, it wasn't every day that two older senpais apologized to her at the same time.
â We'd appreciate it if you came to training anyway.
â Where is this invitation coming from? â 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.
â I'll be honest with you â Iwaizumi started, dismissing Oikawa towards their classroom. â KyĹtani-kouhai seems calmer when you're in the stands. With his explosive personality, we may have serious problems in the next match. Help us. â He bowed again. â 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.
â All right. â She nodded. â If it's to help him... I mean, help you win, then fine.
â Thanks a lot. We start at four p.m. in the hall! â 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.
â Be careful how you walkâŚâ KyĹtani 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 KentarĹ 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 â 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.
â Don't worry about it. â He scratched the back of his neck.
He introduced himself and then offered to help carry the boxes.
â KyĹtani-kun, you don't have to carry everything. I can take some from you.
â 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.
â 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.
â Do you like volleyball?
â 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.
â You can come to our training sometime. We usually play after three o'clock.
â Seriously? It'd be great.
â We're here â he said, wishing the classroom was at the other end of the school.
â Thanks for the help! And see you tomorrow.
â I'll be late... come on...â 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.
â Stand back â she heard behind her.
KentarĹ 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.
â Wow! Just like in the movies. â Delighted, she took out candy bars and carbonated drinks. â Take the can as a thank you.
â Thanks but it's nothing. â He cleared his throat. â 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.
â I'll remember... KyĹtani-kun, aren't you going the wrong way? â She raised an eyebrow.
Only after asking did he realize that his legs were carrying him away from the room he was heading towards.
â It just so happens that I'm heading in that direction too...
â Why are you so calm today? â Yahaba asked, practicing his receive.
â Because [Reader]-san is in the stands â someone from the team replied.
â I'm always calm! â KentarĹ 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.
â Yes, yes... But you better get over this anger because your girlfriend is watching â the setter laughed.
â She's not my girlfriend! â 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:
â KyĹtani-kun, knock'em!
It was [Reader] who was screaming very loudly, waving at him.
He smiled.
â That's my intention! â he replied, jumping high into the air.
â Ace for AobajĹsai!
â Did you come up with the idea that [Reader] likes â Hajime drew quotation marks in the air â nice boys?
â Iwa-chan, I'm the captain of this team. I told you we would win this game, no matter what. â Oikawa winked at his friend and then went back to warming up.
â Sometimes I wonder if you're that brilliant or that stupid...
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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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âSo, let me get this straight, â Iwaizumi started rubbing the bridge of his nose, âyou just found him like this?â
âYes!â 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 couldnât 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, theyâd definitely question it.
âWell, just leave him be. Someoneâll find him eventually.â
âBut Iwa-chan!â Oikawa whined, âWe canât just leave him here.â
âYa,â Hanamaki said.
âThat would be cruel,â Matsukawa continued, âbesides Oikawa touched it.â
âWhy would you touch it?!â
âI didnât touch it Iwa-chan! I poked it with a stick.â
âWhatâs going on?â Kunimi asked popping his head out with Kindaichi.
âNothing!â 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.
âWhatâs with the body?â
âAHH!â 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 wasnât 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.Â
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).Â
âWhy are you all still here?â 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. Itâs not like theyâd done anything wrong anyway.Â
âReally⌠This is what the yelling was about?â One of the others asked.
âA dead racoonâŚâ
âWell what were we supposed to do?â Oikawa yelled.
âJust leave it,â Yahaba said.â Stop poking it,â he finished, kicking Kyotani.
âAlright,â Iwaizumi said, ânow that itâs been settled letâs go home.â
âBut Iwa-chan!â
âNo, weâre leaving. Now,â Iwaizumi growled grabbing him and dragging him off.
With that finally settled everyone finally left. And thatâs 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. Itâs become an inside joke for the team, âHow many Seijoh players does it take to clean up a body?â
#Researcher S's recovery#haikyuu#aoba johsai#oikawa tooru#iwazumi hajime#yahaba shigeru#kunimi akira#kyoutani kentarou#matsukawa issei#crack#haikyuu ensemble#oneshot#Haikyuu oneshot
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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 :)
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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.
#haikyuu!!#haikyuu kyoutani#aoba jĹsai#seijoh#kyouhaba#kyoutani kentarou#yahaba shigeru#haikyuu yahaba#fanfic#oneshot#ao3 fanfic#art#doodle#highlighter
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Kyoutani Kentarou x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)
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Collaring the Mad Dogâ¨â¨Â by Amoralyn (fluff). One day, staying late to clean up the classroom for a classmate who didnât want to, you pass by the gym and happen to look in as the volleyball team is practicingâŚand you see a boy who changes everything. [COMPLETED]
Happy Birthday, Kyoutani~â¨Â 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 againâ¨Â 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|â¨Â by Jayce_Writes(fluff) It all started with a growlâŚâŚWhich 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 heâll ever admit to that. [COMPLETED]
Exchanges⨠by @jesswritesthat (oneshot, fluff) Seijoh know thereâs something between Mad Dog and yourself, but that doesnât make his unique behaviour toward you any less shocking. [COMPLETED]
Angry confessions by @d0llpie (oneshot, fluff) Youâve tried everything to make Kyotani realise you like him but he thinks youâre 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 youâre 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)Thereâs a boy that you set to at the community center. Your brother and his best friend are overprotective. You donât have many friends. Youâre 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 Dreamâ¨â¨ 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. itâs 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 werenât sure why your boyfriend is ignoring you. [COMPLETED]
Insecurities by @polarbearaone (oneshot, fluff with pinch of angst) KyĹtani insecurities fuel his jealousy. What happens when he finds out youâre the new baseball team manager.... [COMPLETED]
#fic recs#fanfic#fic rec#fanfiction#fanfic rec#recommendations#fanfic recommendation#recs#fics#fanfics#haikyĹŤ!!#haikyuu!!#haikyuu#haikyu x reader#haikyu fluff#haikyu smut#aoba johsai#seijoh#haikyuu masterlist#masterlist#haikyuu fanfiction#anime#anime fanfiction#kyoutani kentarou#kyoutani x reader#kyoutani fluff#kentarou kyoutani x reader#kyoutani kentarou x reader#mad dog#mad dog x reader
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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
Š ffsg0jo 2024 â do not plagiarise, repost, modify, or translate any of my work, in any way shape or form; i will piss in your cereal if you do. all work belongs to me and me only.
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Seijoh-centric's Rec & Review!
chocolate
- Pairing: MatsuHana
- Length: Oneshot, 3.6k
- Tags: Fake/ Pretend Relationship
- Rec's note: CUTE! Kiáťu Mattsun váťi Makki thẼy ngᝊa mắt Iwaoi âu yáşżm nhau láť thiĂŞn quĂĄ nĂŞn máťi lĂŞn plan fake date Äáť vưᝣt mạt cno (Äáť lm gĂŹ v ?) xong hai Äᝊa hĂ´n hĂt nhau nhiáťu quĂĄ (dcm Mattsun còn cho áşťm mưᝣn ĂĄo khoĂĄc thats so t.T) ráťi Makki CATCH FEELING!!! Ráťi Makki Äi káť cho Tooru lĂ huhu táť lᝥ Äáť tháşąng Mattsun ráťi lm j bâyh t.T Xong Tooru Äòi Ă´m Makki mĂ nĂł k cho xong báť Iwa nất lĂ Ă´m nĂł Äi ráťi nhảy vĂ o Ă´m cĂšng :(((((((((( Káşżt hĆĄi c᝼t nhĆ°ng mĂ plot cutee
inevitable
- Pairing: MatsuHana
- Length: Oneshot, 8.4k words
- Tags: Post-Timeskip/ Living together/ Getting Together
- Rec's note: CĆ°áťi vĂŹ thuáşż thu nháşp cĂĄ nhân trope you can never be hated. ThĂch tháşąng bấn thân tᝍ cẼp 3 mĂ khĂ´ng dĂĄm táť tĂŹnh Ć°? No problem! Move in with nĂł vĂ nháşn láťi cầu hĂ´n Äáť share thuáşż thu nháşp cĂĄ nhân cᝧa cả hai Äᝊa! Fic portrait rẼt chuẊn dynamic cᝧa MatsuHana, tᝍ tĂnh hai Äᝊa cho Äáşżn cĂĄi joke hĂ i dĂłn ??? Dm ncl phải Äáťc tấi characterization quĂĄ Äáťnh. (VĂ cno cĂł 3 cĂĄi cây tĂŞn lĂ Kindaichi Kyoutani vĂ 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 vưᝣt qua their differences vĂ yĂŞu nhau, Watari báť káşšt áť giᝯa vĂ báť ĂŠp giᝯ bĂ máşt lĂ chĂşng nĂł háşšn hò. Táťą dĆ°ng F4 Seijoh vĂ KinKuni lòi ra trò bet xem baoh 2 Äᝊa kia yĂŞu nhau vĂ yĂŞu nhĆ° nĂ o, Watari vĂŹ phải giᝯa bĂ máşt nĂŞn k dĂĄm nĂłi j vĂ cháť im lạng tham gia cĂšng. Ncl siĂŞu siĂŞu cute, KyouHaba trong nĂ y siĂŞu ÄĂĄng yĂŞu Ẽy Kyoutani kiáťu siĂŞu soft váťi Yahaba??? QuĂĄ dáť
thĆ°ĆĄng tĂ´i ÄĂŁ khĂłc
Mixed Signals
- Pairing: KyouHaba
- Length: Oneshot, 7.8k words
- Tags: Mutual Pining/ Slow Burn
- Rec's note: Yahaba sang nhĂ Kyoutani hai lần 1 tuần. Yahaba Än táťi cĂšng gia ÄĂŹnh Kyoutani. Yahaba nhắn tin váťi em gĂĄi Kyoutani váť crush con bĂŠ. KyouHaba cĂšng nhau dắt chĂł nhĂ Kyoutani Äi dấo. KyouHaba mang thᝍa Äáť Än Äáť ngĆ°áťi con lấi Än cĂšng. KyouHaba náşąm cấnh nhau trĂŞn giĆ°áťng. Kyoutani káşšp chạt Yahaba trong lĂşc ngᝧ. Yahaba Äáť Kyoutani Ă´m lĂşc máťi táťnh dáşy. Yahaba dáťąa Äầu vĂ o vai Kyoutani lĂşc xem phim. KyouHaba suĂ˝t hĂ´n 3 lần. Háťi KyouHaba lĂ gĂŹ cᝧa nhau.
7 Days Without Yahaba Shigeru
- Pairing: KyouHaba
- Length: 5 chapters, 8.1k words
- Tags: Getting Together/ Denial of Feeling
- Rec's note: Kyoutani thiáşżu hĆĄi Yahaba 1 tuần nĂŞn nháť. HĂŹnh nhĆ° Iwa thiáşżu hĆĄi Oikawa 1 tuần nĂŞn cĹŠng nháť. TĂłm lấi, hai cha nĂ y thiáşżu báť 1 tuần nháť quĂĄ nĂŞn sau 1 tuần táť tĂŹnh luĂ´n.
lists (1, 3, 4, 5)
- Pairing: KyouHaba
- Length: Oneshot, 2.9k words
- Tags: Getting Together/ First Kiss
- Rec's note: Kyoutani uáťn lưᝥi 7 lần vĂ soấn vÄn mẍu Äáť khiáşżn Yahaba thĂch mĂŹnh nhĆ°ng kh biáşżt Yahaba ÄĂŁ thĂch mĂŹnh sáşľn ráťi. Yahaba tĆ°áťng Kyoutani Äáťnh trap mĂŹnh :))
fake it till we make it
- Pairing: KyouHaba
- Length: Oneshot, 26.2k words
- Tags: Fake/ Pretend Relationship/ Slow-burn
- Rec's note: Yahaba báť 1 tháşąng Äeo bĂĄm. Oikawa bĂ y ra biáťn phĂĄp nháť ngĆ°áťi giả lĂ m ngᝍi iu Äáť Äuáťi. Tháşż Ä nĂ o Yahaba nghÄŠ ra nháť Kyoutani. Kyoutani lĂ m rẼt táťt cĂ´ng viáťc lĂ m báť cᝧa mĂŹnh nĂŞn Yahaba Äáť máşš luĂ´n. Haiz, buáťn ghĂŞ. NhĆ°ng tấi sao buáťn nhẼt fic lấi lĂ phần Oikawa táťą nháşn váťi Yahaba lĂ mĂŹnh thĂch Iwaizumi vĂ sáş˝ khĂ´ng bao giáť nĂłi cho ảnh nghe, dĂš Yahaba cĂł cáť thuyáşżt ph᝼c ráşąng Iwaizumi cĹŠng thĂch lấi mĂŹnh vĂ dạn Yahaba lĂ ÄᝪNG NHĆŻ ANH NHĂ. May quĂĄ sau ÄẼy hai cạp Äáťu Äáşżn váťi nhau.
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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 Iâm 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 đ
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 :)
âDo you know what the worst part is?â
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 groupâs poking and prodding.
âI thought that, out of everyone here, you would be the one person who wouldnât hurt me or wouldnât let anything bad happen. And I shouldnât feel good with you here. But I do.â
Despite the positive note that Kenmaâs sentence ended with, Kuroo couldnât handle it. Kenma was right; he shouldnât feel good with Kuroo here because Kuroo did let them hurt him. He had been so positive heâd be able to keep Kenma relatively safe. He had failed in the one thing he promised to do.
âI know,â he managed to choke out, glancing away when Kenma pressed his hand against the glass of the tank. âI know, I know I fucked up. I just came to check on you. Iâll go.â
âArenât you listening to me,â he snapped. âI donât want you to.â
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
#thank you so much for letting me ramble!#and forcing me to reread my fic to find a good writing line from this year lmfaooo#i love you so so much thank you!!!!#lovely asks from lovely people#cat answers!
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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 đ Thanks đ you can change anything you want!
scolding kyotani // mad dog
hiii! I thanks for requesting, I made the reader not too rude lol hope thatâs okie! đł this would be my first time writing for Mad Dog-Chan I hope its not too bad!Â
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⣠pairing : kyotani x fem!reader
⣠scenario [1260 words]
⣠warning : a lot of swearingÂ
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kentaro kyotani
gif : @volleygifs
âDamn, you guys were better than I thought.âÂ
âI swear- just go over there and try and not to piss anyone off.â
âItâs not my fault like 60% of the time,â 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.Â
âHey there Y/n-chan, whatâre you doing here?â He waves cheerfully, taking a seat beside you.Â
âDonât call me that, and Hajime said I had to come with him,â You reply cooly, putting your phone down.
âAh there it is, the famous Iwaizumi sass,â 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.Â
âWhoâs that?â you ask, getting more confused when Oikawa lets out the biggest sigh and an expression of pure annoyance was planted on his face.Â
âMad dog-chan,â he groans and turns to you, âHeâs in your year, Iâm surprised you donât know him.â You cringe at âMad dog-chanâ youâve definitely seen him before.Â
âHe might have been in one of my classes,â you reply, ripping your eyes away from his figure instead choosing to look at your nails.Â
âHe only listens to your brother,â Oikawa states, letting his gaze on Kyotani fall and getting up to stretch.Â
âHajime? Weird.âÂ
âYeah well he-â Oikawa didnât get to finish his sentence before your brother chucks a volleyball at his face.Â
âHurry up Shittykawa! Stop gossiping with my sister!â he yells across the court, making you shoot him a glare and go back on your phone.Â
âDonât be jealous Iwa-chan! Just because she likes me better than you doesnât mean- aH! Stop throwing volleyballs! Iâm the captain!âÂ
You let out a loud laugh and relax on the bench. Putting on headphones, you get ready for a long day of practice.Â
âKyotani! You need to stop! Youâre going to get blocked every time if you do that!â 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.Â
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 donât see your brother anywhere.Â
âWhereâs Iwaizumi?âÂ
âHeâs in the bathroom, this is the worst timing. Oikawa looks like heâs about to explode.âÂ
Indeed he was, you walked up to him and grabbed his shirt to whisper in his ear.Â
âWhat the fuck is happening?âÂ
âI told you! He wonât listen to anyone but Iwa-chan!â Oikawa, and turns to you.Â
âYou have to help us,â 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.Â
âHey!â You yell and catch his attention, making him scowl at you.Â
âWho the hell are you?â He narrows his eyes and cocks a brow, obviously very irritated at the whole situation.Â
âDoesnât matter, Mad dog, is it? You need to shut the fuck up and start respecting your teammates.â Kyotaniâs glare turns sharper and he tilts his head. Â
âI-Itâs actually Kyotani-â
âKindaichi, not the time.âÂ
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.Â
âThese 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. Theyâre trying to help you and you repay them with this?! By being an arrogant whiny ass baby?! Look, there are other people on Seijoh, youâre on a fucking team, start acting like it.â With a final huff, you turn to the other boys who had their jaws on the floor.Â
âUh itâs okay Y/n! W-We can continue just fine, thereâs no need to fight!â a scared Watari shouts from the crowd as you see Kyotaniâs brows furrow in even more annoyance.Â
âDude! Where is Iwaizumi? How long does it take that guy to pee?âÂ
âIf this goes on Mad dogâs gonna explode.âÂ
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.Â
âSorry,â He says yet his tone is stiff and awkward. He looks straight at Matsukawa and mumbles something.Â
âShow me that block again.âÂ
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.Â
âGood job,â he says, and you shrug. It really wasnât that hard to knock some sense into him, almost too easy.
âIwa! Can we have Y/n as our team manager?!âÂ
âWhat? Why?âÂ
âShe just dealt with Mad Dog, did you not see or were you too busy taking your time in the bathroom?âÂ
âShittykawa I will not hesitate to throw another volleyball in your face, Iâve done it before and I will do it again.âÂ
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.
âYou,â a deep voice emerges from your right and you groan internally. Turning to the side you see the familiar blonde buzzcut and sharp eyes.
âWhat?â You ask and tap your foot impatiently, an annoyed frown etched on your lips from the previous events.Â
Kyotani sighs and the slightest blush painted on his cheeks. Shoving his hands in his pockets, he turns to you again.Â
âGo out with me,â 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.Â
âSure.âÂ
âWha-âÂ
âOn one condition,â you stop him halfway. Leaning against a wall, you give him a serious look.Â
âYou promise to respect the third years, specifically Oikawa.â He looks at you like you just grew another head, making you sigh.
âHeâs a good guy Kyotani, he knows how to lead a team,â you say. He thinks about it for a moment.Â
âIâll⌠try,â He finally gets the words out and you chuckle.Â
âGood enough for me.âÂ
âCool⌠um Iâll get your number tomorrow? I think we have English together.â 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.Â
âYou have got to stop doing that,â Glaring at him.Â
âHim?! Out of all the guys in my team, you choose the dude who looks like he wants to murder everyone?âÂ
âHeâs not that bad! Fuck off Hajime, and please donât give him the talk during volleyball.â
âFine.âÂ
âThank you.â
âIâll do it during lunch.âÂ
âHajime!âÂ
#haikyuu#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu scenarios#haikyuu oneshots#haikyuu kyoutani#mad dog chan#kyoutani x reader#kyoutani imagines#kyoutani oneshots#kyoutani scenarios#kentaro kyoutani#haikyuu requests
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⚠࣪ Ë Aoba Johsai
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Oikawa Tooru
[Relationship headcanons]
[You bringing him a bento for the first time]
[First kiss]
áŻâ
Iwaizumi Hajime
[A flower for my lover]
áŻâ
Issei Matsukawa
áŻâ
Takahiro Hanamaki
áŻâ
Kyoutani Kentaro
áŻâ
Akira Kunimi
#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu oneshot#haikyuu imagines#haikyuu headcanons#haikyuu#oikawa tooru x reader#oikawa tooru#iwaizumi hajime#iwaizumi hajime x reader#kyoutani kentarou#kyoutani kentarou x reader#matsukawa issei#hanamaki takahiro#kunimi akira
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CUTE CAT AND MAD DOG; KyĹtani K.
NAVIGATION | RULES | MAIN MASTERLIST
â HAIKYUU MASTERLIST
â in which you are Ken's girlfriend and nobody on the volleyball team knows
â KyĹtani KentarĹ x fem!Reader
â fluff af
â 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 JĹsai 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.
ÂťSend your fangirl away. It's getting really annoyingÂŤ, 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.
ÂťHello 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 timeÂŤ, he leaned against the door frame and winked at you.
ÂťSorry but who are you?ÂŤ
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: ÂťThat's cute, but you don't have to pretend you don't know who I am to get my attention.ÂŤ
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.
ÂťIwa-chan~ So mean! What was that about?!ÂŤ, Oikawa asked, rubbing the back of his head that was sore.
ÂťI didn't do anything this time, Shittykawa. But you deserved it!ÂŤ, he shouted, looking in the direction of the culprit; Mad Dog.
ÂťWhat was that about, you little ba-ÂŤ, the voice of the brown-haired man was drowned out by yours, ÂťKentarĹ!ÂŤ, you screamed and ran to your boyfriend, who took you right into his arms.
ÂťHey, Babe. What was going on there?ÂŤ, he asked, looking down at you.
ÂťThat guy over there is crazy. He thought I was stalking himÂŤ, you whispered, loud enough for some of the players to hear; they started laughing. That made the third year grumble.
ÂťI told you he was an assholeÂŤ, it came confidently from your boyfriend. Unfortunately you have to agree to this; he had said it often enough.
ÂťDo you think I can stay anyway? Although nobody is allowed to watch today...ÂŤ, KyĹtani pulled away from you to turn to look at the ace.
ÂťCan she stay, Iwaizumi-kun?ÂŤ, the second year asked politely. After all, Hajime was the only one he accepted in this club.
ÂťSince the rule was actually only introduced for Oikawa's fangirls, that shouldn't be a problem. Take a seat in the stands-ÂŤ
Âť(L/n); my name is (l/n) (y/n)ÂŤ, you helped him out.
ÂťTake a seat in the stands, (l/n)-chan. I'm Iwaizumi Haijime, the vice captainÂŤ, he said.
ÂťI know...ÂŤ, it came out of your mouth, ÂťThank you for letting me stay!ÂŤ, 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.
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Haikyuu boys love language
Aoba Johsai edition
Karasuno, Nekoma
Characters: Kunimi, KyĹtani, 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.
KentarĹ KyĹtani
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.
YĹŤtarĹ 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".
TĹru 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.
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Mismatched - Kyoutani Kentarou
Au: Regular
Requested
Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, Idiots that arenât into dating are forced to go on dates, Platonic relationship, dialogue-heavy, Swearing, and strangers being weird.
Word Count: 11k+
You werenât 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, shouldâve 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.
âHi Takahashi,â you said, sliding into a chair in his vicinity.Â
Looking up, he gave you a round, cheeky smile and nod, before writing again.
âAlright!â Fuji dropped the piece on chalk, making it break in two when it hit the metal ledge at the bottom of the board. âThe 3rd-years on student council have enlisted our help for a project as we graduate. As Valentineâs day and White day occur just before exam period, they want this project to be thoroughly planned out before school ends so that thereâs no interference when they examine the results and pass down the mantle to the second years.âÂ
The romance month. You were familiar with the concept although never really participated in it yourself. Valentineâs 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, âWhile the student council, specifically the eventâs 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.âÂ
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 Kaitoâs nose.
Your brow pinched, and you raised a hand. âFuji, if this is purely a social event thing, what do the rest of us have to do with it?â
âTest subjects,â she said as if it was obvious.
âOh?âÂ
Takashi picked his head up from next to you and shoved an elbow into your side. âLooks like you get to live your guinea pig dreams.â
You smacked him.
âThe 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.â
The club seemed to collectively sit straighter, words falling out of their mouths in a rumbling chorus.
âSo theyâre doing a matching service?! So cute!â
âDo we have to participate? What if we already have a crush?â
âWhat if someoneâs incompatible?â
âSign me up. I want my stupid romance story!â
You perked up. âQuestionnaire?â
âCalled it.â You smacked Takahashi again.
Eventually, the club began getting too loud, making Fuji screech for quiet.
You winced, âtone down the cussing, would you Fuji?â
âSorry.â She nodded in your direction. âBut 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,â she smacked her clipboard onto the podium at the front, making your ears hurt again from the sharp noise, âbring up your edits, we are compiling.â
âSo what exactly are we supposed to answer for this?â
The sheet in front of you was primarily made up of multiple-choice, true and false, and a couple of short answer questions.Â
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, âJust fill in whatever comes to mind first. That will be what youâre most interested in. Like look here,â she shows you her sheet, which she scribbled with plenty of pink ink and doodled hearts, âthey want to know what sort of body type Iâm attracted to, so I checked off âsoft, round, and homebodyâ see? Easy.â
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?Â
What the hell were these suggestions? Hold hands? Kiss? Hug? These arenât activities, theyâre 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 Takahashiâs 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 wasnât 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. Thatâs a lot.
You gave him a quirked brow, to which he shrugged as if to say âyouâre asked meâ.Â
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. Itâs 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.Â
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. âIâm going to need to suggest some rewording for a few of these. How did you all find it?â
You groaned a bit, pulling out your laptop from your school bag. âIt took a bit longer than I expected, and a few were a bit hard to answer, but not bad I guess.â You placed your sheet down in the centre of the table. You read through Takahashiâs last articles of the school year, checking for even the most minute edits that had to be made.
âYouâre just sad that there isnât an immediate result,â Momo laughed.
Rin perked up. âDonât worry, results will come on Valentineâs day!â
You hummed.
âOkay, everyone!â The group of nine looked back Fujiâs way. âTime 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!â
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 Fujiâs 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 otherâs sports articles.
âYou misspelt âtriumphantâ here.â
âFuck you.â
He scoffed.
âIâve edited yours. Iâm gonna work on my essay.â
âDidnât you finish that last week?â Takahashi tilted his head at you, halting his typing. âYou found spelling mistakes didnât you?â
âShut up.â
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 couldnât be exam results. Those were posted publicly in Aoba Johsaiâs main hall by the principalâs office (you swore, every time they were posted you could see him snicker as students fell to their knees in despair). Besides, they havenât even been written yet. Wonât 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.Â
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 Valentineâs day to White day!
What?Â
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. âFuji.â
Footsteps came in behind you. One pair was faster than the other. Momo rushed excitedly to your side. âOH! 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!â
Takahashi reeled her back, making her crash into his stomach with a thud. âEnough. Letâs sit first.âÂ
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:Â
âHello, 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 âConfesorâ for Valentineâs 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.â
You sucked in a breath before dropping the sheet on your desk. Takahashi and Momo opened their letters. Momoâs was the same as yours, while Takahashiâs set him in the position of the âConfessedâ and without an extra slip, meaning that he would find out his match in about a week's time.
âHow fun!â Momo had already pulled out her slip, giving it a quick glance before tucking it in her pocket before you could catch a look. âAll right, tell us who your lover is!â
âLover? Donât say it like that!â
Takahashi smirked, âCome on, it canât be that bad. Just read it out!â
âMomo didnât show us hers!â
âItâs a secret!â
âUgh!â 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.
âKyoutani Kentarou.â
Takahashi choked, hand going to his chest, while Momo rubbed his back and pinched one of his cheeks. âNevermind it can be that bad.â
âBad?! What do you mean?!â
Momoâs head tilted, âWhos Kyoutari?â
Takahashi opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a loud squeal in the classroom. You pinched your nose and groaned.
âKyountani,â he corrected. âBetter known as Mad-Dog.â
âHim?!â Momo cried, standing in her chair. You swatted at her like an annoyed cat.
âWhoâs Mad-Dog?â
âYou watch sports for fun and reporting and you donât know who he is?â
âWell, sorry, that I have a duty to report on the girlâs teams, Itâs not my job to keep track of everyone you wrote about! I bet you donât know who Point is.â You slumped in your chair.
âWho?â
âExactly. Sheâs the best player on the basketball team. Now tell me whatâs up with Kyoutani!â
Momo sighed. âMad-Dog is one of the most aggressive and scary people in the school. Heâs on the volleyball team.â
âHeâs known for pushing people around and being aggressive about the game. Heâll shove teammates around just to get a spike, even if he misses. Heâs not very smart. I canât even imagine why he would sign up for this thing. He doesnât seem like the type.â
âIâm not the type either,â you scoffed.
Takahashi shook his head, running a hand through his hair. âThatâs not it. Youâre at least likeable. Mad-Dog is, well, I donât even know if he has any friends besides the players he just puts up with. He was suspended from playing because of his attitude. Heâs pretty intense.â
Marking the word âpassionateâ on the questionnaire jumped into your mind. Maybe you should have filled in more, fluke traits.
âWell, great, I now have to figure out this whole dating thing for a guy I donât even know and probably will try to bite my head off!â
Momo whined. âHeâs really scary. Maybe you should just not go. Iâm sure he wouldnât care too much!â
A coward's choice. You huffed through your nose as your leg shook and you bit your lip.
Takahashi has been reporting on the boyâs 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 didnât know what was going on, on Kyoutaniâs 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 werenât going to play the coward, and from what youâve heard, Kyoutani wouldnât either.
âNo, I canât do that.â
Class started with you watching Momo and Takahashi sneek worried glances toward each other.
Aoba Johsaiâs culinary room was packed with students as they prepared the treats for their Valentineâs. 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.
âWhy the fuck did he list fired chicken as his favourite snack?!â Your corner was greasy, boiling, and most of all sweaty. No one, who wanted to keep their precious candy safe, would interfere. âWhy couldnât he have said hard candy? Itâs 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.âÂ
Momo, held out your basket with wax paper, ready to receive the freshly made fried chicken. âYou donât even know him and youâve cooked him a whole meal? You could have waited for, like, the third date for this really.â
âWhat else was I supposed to do?!â You dropped the chicken and grabbed the woven cover to keep them warm. You grumbled and gently took hold of the basket. âThe things Iâm doing for this man. You should have seen my parents' faces when I left the house with a whole chicken.â
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.
âYouâre on edge. Iâm sure itâll be fine.â Momoâs voice picked up happily.
When the three of you made your way out of the schoolâs main building, you shivered. Snow had started to fall at lunchtime, and it wasnât letting up, catching on your clothes. You all rushed back inside to throw on your coats before starting your trek to the boyâs 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 volleyballâs article space.
Takahashi sighed. âOikawa, Is Kyoutani here?â
âMad-Dog?â It seemed like the tall boy was about to start singing. âHe sure is! Hey, Mad-Dog! Looks like someone is here to see you!â
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.Â
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, wasnât 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 couldnât help but wonder why teachers hadnât 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.
âYou said you liked Hamima Chicken, but I had to make something, not buy it, so here. Fried chicken. I hope you like it.â You held the carefully packaged gift to him.
He glared at him, huffing through his nose.
âUm, Itâs freshly made, you might want to eat it before it gets cold.â
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. âHmm.â He still looked like he was glaring.
âUm, so. We have to go on four dates.â He nodded along, as you pulled out your phone from your pocket. âHow about we exchange numbers and Iâll make the plan for the first one.â
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.Â
He handed it back and you nodded in the windy silence. It was hard not to shiver a bit.
âOkay then. Iâll send you the info.â
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.
âYou did great!â
âSure but what the hell do I have to do for this date? What do people do on dates?!â
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. âDidnât your letter come with a coupon for something?âÂ
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.Â
âTheme park. Eligible for this Saturday.â
Momo clapped and pushed the school door open. âThere you go! Now you have a plan!â
Once you stepped through the doors you froze, a cold shiver running over your head despite the warm interior. You cried, âThereâs a Sendai Frogs game that day!â
This sucks.
âChilly, chilly, chilly.â
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 wasnât a pile of snow.
To top it all off. The coupon that the student council had so lovingly given out for this date, wasnât 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 wouldnât 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 werenât for the previously mentioned sign that bore the name of the ride.
âTunnel of Loveâ
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 Kyoutaniâs 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.
âFuck off and get behind us.â
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 Kyountaniâs 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 boyâs 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 werenât sure. His scowl could be of nerves or discomfort, maybe both. But while you couldnât read his emotions through that grimace, you knew your own, at least partially, and it felt awkward and uncomfortable. You just hoped he wouldnât try to bite your head off, the couple behind you definitely wouldnât 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.
âNext in line!â
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 couldnât reach you in there, making you feel considerably warmer. Well, that plus the furnace of a boy next to you.
âItâs a lot warmer here at least, huh?â
Kyoutani scoffed, âYa, youâve been whining all day.â
âHey! At least Iâve been trying to talk!â
âWimp.â
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.
âSo, youâre on the volleyball team.â
âHmm.â
You couldnât see any of his reactions. He was probably still glaring.
âWhat position do you play?â
âOpposite hitter.â
You stuck your fingers between your knees, trying to warm them up.
âAh, so you must like doing a lot of spiking.â You recalled your conversation with Takahashi and Momo. âFinishing moves are always the most fun.â
âYa.â
Well, at least he was saying something.
âMaybe I should watch more of your games. Iâm normally parading around with the girlâs teams, so I donât often have the opportunity.â
âHmm?â Participation! You perked up in your seat a bit.
âIâm a part of the journalism club as the girlâs sports reporter. I go to all the games and some practices.â
âTheir team isnât as good as ours.â
A grin fell onto your cheeks, and before you could stop it, you let out a chuff at the challenge.
âI suppose not, but your team also has its faults from what Iâve heard. The best team in the school is currently the girlâs basketball team.â
You heard him huff as a gentle gust of hot air hit your cheeks. You couldnât see it, but he was finally facing you head-on. Progress? You hoped you werenât hitting the wrong buttons.
He didnât say anything for a bit, but he didnât turn away or shuffle. âSo, journalism club. Did you have anything to do with this?â He sounded annoyed, but not much more than usual.
âAh, no. I didnât even mean to participate myselfââ
A loud, breathy sigh echoed through the tunnel behind you. You froze, jaw dropping. The couple that had tried to cut in line.Â
You gulped. âOh my god, that is horrifying.â You heard Kyoutaniâs tongue click and his clothes rustle. âI very much regret dragging us in here now.â
Kyoutaniâs 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.Â
You grabbed his wrist, âCareful!â
âOI, FUCKERS, YOUâRE NOT ALONE IN HERE!â
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 Kyoutaniâs wrist like a vice.
âDISGUSTING!â
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.
âThat was terrible!â
âFuckers canât keep their pants on for one minute.â
âI never want to experience that again.â
âMe neither.â
âThe worker looked terrified! Do you think they have night vision cameras for safety?â
You watched a smirk on his face contently. âI sort of hope they do.â His stomach growled.
âLetâs get some food.â
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.
âThis place is an eye sore,â 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. âLetâs just get a drink and get out of this place.â
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.
âSo this has been terrible,â you sighed.
âItâs still 3pm.â
âYup.â
For the love ofâ 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 werenât RomComs? All that the damn letter gave you was coupons, and for all you could care, the saved money didnât 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 werenât worth it. Neither of you were really dressed to be outside too long either. Finding a gym could possibly work, but theyâd all likely be booked for practices. Wait!
âI have season tickets to Sendai Frogs? Theyâre division two but still really good andââ
âLetâs go.â Kyoutaniâs 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 parkâs exit.
âThe game isnât for another 3 hours!â
âWeâll get food first.âÂ
With it being the âmost romantic day of the yearâ, 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 couldnât 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.Â
âLet me pay for my food.â 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.
âIâm not broke you wimp. Youâre already paying for the tickets.âÂ
You didnât want to correct him by saying it was your parentâs money paying for the tickets. Then again, paying for the meal would be your parentâs money as well. You let go of his shirt. âFine, but hurry or weâll miss the pre-game stuff.â
âYou think Iâm slow?â He growled, turning around to face you.
âNo, but you will be if you keep standing there. Just go pay quickly.â 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 âthanksâ 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 cityâs 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. âOh, great.â
He mustâve 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.
âHey, Kid!â The manâs hefty arm slung itself around your shoulder, bringing you into a tight side-hug that nearly made his drink spill onto your coat.Â
âHi, already drinking?â You put a kind smile on your face as you looked at the soft plastic container filled with beer.
âFourth one! Gotta start strong!â He shouted it out proudly, as if he wasnât going to be asleep in his seat by the end of the game from all the alcohol.
âCongratulations.â
When the manâs 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. âAh! Whoâs this guy? I donât know your face.â
Kyoutaniâs face began tight as he gave the man a side glare.
âHeâs a,â you gulped, âfriend from school.â
The man grinned, showing off his crooked teeth. âAh! Nice to meet ya, Bud!â He raised an arm swinging it toward the striped blondâs shoulders until Kyoutani took a step closer to you and out of reach from the drunken grasp. Grabbing the manâs wrist, Kyoutani lowers it with a glare. âAh, not a hugger, thatâs fine. You better cheer loud though.â
You both were finally taken out of the guyâs 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 announcerâs. âWhoâs the jackass?â The anthem began to play.
You huffed through your nose and whispered, âHonestly, I donât know his name. I just call him Drunk Guy. Heâs got season tickets as well. Heâs not terrible, heâs just reallyââ
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 didnât know, but he definitely made you hate him.
âLoud,â you finished.
Kyoutani huffed, glaring over his shoulder at the man until the game started and everyone settled into their seats.
The drunk manâs sneers and swears quickly faded into the crowdâs 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, Kyoutaniâs hand found your shoulder and squeezed in for dear life before pulling away like it burned his palm. Looking over, youâd 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 Frogsâ 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.
âI have more tickets if you want to come again. My parents usually end up missing games because of work.â
Kyoutani let the wind fill in the silence for a moment. âWhenâs the next one?â
âNext week. Itâs an earlier game though. We could count it as one of our four dates,â you said, absentmindedly, suddenly remembering the context of the whole situation.
When you looked his way though, Kyoutaniâs face was screwed in a way that made it seem as though he had just eaten something incredibly foul.Â
You backtracked, âO-or not. We donât need to hang out at all if youâd prefer, itâs not a big deal.â You were used to attending the games on your own regularly anyways.
Kyoutani huffed, eyes straying to the side where a dog park was. âI just donât like the date thing.âÂ
You stopped in your tracks, pulling Kyoutani along with you. âIs that all?â 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. âSeriously, Kyoutani. If itâs the idea of it being a âdateâ that bothers you, then letâs just think of it as us hanging out instead. Thereâs no expectations with that, right?â
For once, the boyâs expression seemed a bit more neutral, unblinking as his eyes jittered between looking at the both of yours. His shoulders dropped, you hadnât noticed how tense he was until that point.
You hummed, âSound good?â
Rinâs hands were held together, pressing into her chest as she sighed dreamily toward the clubroom ceiling as if Aphrodite herself was descending from it. âWe went to see a rom-com! He held my hand and hugged me throughout it. Heâs so warm. He even wiped off a crumb from my cheek and kissed it andâAH! I feel hot just thinking about it! Am I blushing? My face must be so red!â
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.Â
Momo laughed, âYou 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!â She elbowed the boy that sat between you with a cheeky grin, making him shove her back. âWeâre going ice skating next. Youâll carry me so I wonât fall right?â
âSure.â
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, âOoh! 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!â
You watched Akiraâs eyes become half lidded. Rin decided to take the following science to fly a pin your way.
âHow did your date go?â
You laughed like a fog horn. âWe 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.â
âYou just ditched the whole Valentineâs day date thing?â Momo pouted.
Takahashi snorted. âWhy am I not surprised? I canât imagine you, or Mad-Dog enjoying that sort of thing.â
Rin whined, âBut you were supposed to have a cute date and fall in love and stuff!â To which you just silently shrugged in response. âDo you even plan on going on another date?â
âUh, thereâs another Sendai frogs game, but other than that, itâs technically his turn to plan, I think.â
Momo looked at you as if he had just heard a forecast of endless bad weather. âYou think?â
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 boyâs doorstep, shivering in it.
He finally opened the door, yawning and still in his baggy pyjamas.
You scoffed, âSleep in?â
âYa. Come in. Iâll get changed.â
You brushed past him and pulled off your outdoor clothes, eager to soak in the heat. âDonât bother, itâs fine. You can get changed before we leave if itâs more comfortable. Not like I'm dressed all that fancy.â You gestured to your sloppy sweatpants and shirt before taking your shoes off. âSo what's the plan for today?â
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. âIâll order fried chicken and pizza in a bit too.â
You smirked, âOh, I see. You ready to lose?â Finally removing your second shoe, you rushed forward, snatching the remote from his hand and flopping onto the couch.
âAs if.â
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 didnât seem to prevent him from talking.
âShut up and get out of my way!â
âNo way. Weâre going against each other, Iâm trying to win!â
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. âFuck Ya!â
âOh, fuck you, cheater!â You dropped the remote in exchange for the throw pillow that you had been, well, thrown into, and used it for the purpose itâs name suggested. Kyoutaniâs 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 wasnât present at the game this time, youâd never know for sure why. But you always told yourself that he probably got too drunk at a nearby bar, and couldnât 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 didnât 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 wasnât playing their best. It wasnât 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 Kyoutaniâs way, who âdespite the obvious lossâ 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.
âYou look very intense when youâre watching the game. Itâs a bit scary, but your eyes look very pretty too.â
âShut up.â He pushed you over, making you laugh and retaliate by doing the same.
âOh that reminds me, do you bleach your eyebrows too?â
New letters were decorating the tables when you arrived at class on Monday morning. You didnât even wait for Momo and Takahashi to arrive when you dropped onto your assigned chair and tore the envelope open.Â
âAh,â Momo had shown up, peeking over your shoulder. âAn ice skating coupon, thatâs fun!â
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. âCan Mad-Dog even skate?â
You groaned, at least it wasnât the carnival again. And with Valentineâs day over most of the red heart and rose decorations would be gone. Though, that didnât mean anything for White day, perhaps why would have just changed the colour scheme a bit for the next few weeks. âI donât know, but it looks like Iâm going to find out. This coupon is 50% off for couples. Gotta abuse that.â
Thinking more about it, the Sendai Frogs game that week was in another city, so instead of seeing it in person, youâd be watching the live broadcast. You werenât 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.
âOuch, ouch. Hey, too much!â
To Kyoutaniâs 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 werenât competitive in and of themselves.
He tugged your skates laces tighter, practically suffocating your foot
âWatch it! Youâre gonna tear the thing right off!â
From his kneeled position before you, blade between his knees, he looked up and gave you a glare. âDo you want to break an ankle?â
âNo, ideally not.â
âThen shut up and deal with it.â
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 Kyoutaniâs 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 shouldâve 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. âDid you really have to fill out that form?â
âJust be happy that I didnât make you fill out one too. And belides. It was kind of fun.â
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.
âOh! You must be Kyoutani! My, I never thought Iâd see the day that my kid went on a date!â
You tried not to gag at the memory of the first âdateâ. Beside you, Kyoutani didnât hide his disgust. Your mother didnât 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.
âI wouldnât say itâs a date exactlyââ
âDinner is ready, love birds! Grab your plates.â Your dad called from the kitchen.
You cursed yourself silently for mentioning Kyoutani coming over to watch the game. If you hadnât, 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.
âCould you not stareââ
âSo, Kyoutani, did they ask you out on Valentineâs day? It was with the chicken right? Oh, darling, why didnât you tell us you had a crush?â
From the corner of your eye, you could see the blond's shoulders crawl up to his ears.
âI didnât, I donât,â you huffed, setting your nearly empty plate down. You didnât have the appetite any longer. âItâs a school organized event by the student council. So, I didnât really ask him out. We just sort of got paired up.â
âAh, have you two been having fun on your dates at least?â Your dad piped in.
Kyoutani set his own plate down, not even a trace of food was left. âThe first date was pretty trash, the rest have been fine, I guess.âÂ
You blinked. Would you ever get a better compliment from the boy than that? You felt rather smug. You nodded, âWe didnât really have a say in that one, but ya, it was pretty bad.â
Your mom frowned, âOh? Why not?â
âStupid horn dogs and a fucking love fest of a theme park.âÂ
Again, you nodded. âExactly that, really.â
âOh, but the Valentine's theme park is so cute and romantic!â 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.Â
You leaned on the door frame as he pulled his shoes on. âIâm 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.â
âTheyâre just weird fuckers who care to much about your love life. Itâs weird, but fine. Not too different from everyone else.â
You didnât hold back your laughter, âYouâre not wrong! Huh, I donât think I ever really noticed that.â
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?
âDo your parents do that? Like what mine did?â
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. âNot 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 donât even know if they had a wedding. I just know that they love each other.âÂ
Thatâs it, huh?
He zipped his coat and continued after another pause. âTheyâve never pestered me about anything like yours seem to either. They care more about how I'm doing in school and if Iâm staying out of trouble.â
You stared at the class one student with a delinquentâs reputation and smirked. âAre you? Staying out of trouble that is.â
He huffed and zipped up his coat. âShut up. Iâm managing.â
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. âGet some safe, okay? Watch out for the ice.â
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.
âLet 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?â
You nodded as your fingers ran across your laptop's keyboard. âYa. Why would we do all that stuff?â
Rin groaned, fists slamming into her thighs. ââCause itâs supposed to be a date! A romantic date!â
âWhy though?â
Kaito rolled his eyes before smacking the back of his classmate's head. âLeave it alone. Thereâs only one more date left anyways. And if they donât want to date they donât have to. This is the first time the Student council has done this sort of thing, so itâs not perfect. They just donât like each other.â
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 wouldnât 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? Rinâs 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 didnât even know they liked each other like that. You slid in next to Momo.Â
The boyâs 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 hadnât 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.Â
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 didnât stop you from cheering his name loudly when the ball landed with a dangerous thwack at their liberoâs feet, just inside the line.
Momo pulled your arms down from their victorious thrusting. âAre you sure you donât like Kyoutani?â
You huffed, arms crossing as you narrowed your eyes at the girl. âWhat do you mean? I do like him. I wouldnât have come to watch otherwise.âÂ
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 girlâs teams had anything going on. So there wasnât 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.
âOkay⌠if you say so.â
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.
âOh, Mad-Dog! Your little date is here.â The captain sang, digging his fingers into the younger studentâs shoulder.
Kyoutani groaned indignantly. âWe arenât dating, asswipe.â
âReally? They were cheering for you pretty loud. Louder than my fans even. Are you sure you arenât an item? I knew our plan would work out!â
Kyoutani glared at the brunette, huffing hot air out of his nose as he crouched down. âFight me you piece of shit!â he lunged, and choked.
Iwaizumi held the back of the boyâs collar, just holding him out of reach for Oikawaâs neck. The smiling brunet sang a little tune.Â
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.
âSettle down, chihuahua. Heâs not worth it!â
âHey, Kyoutani!âÂ
It wasnât 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.
âOkay. So why did you do the questionnaire if you didnât want to go on any dates?âÂ
âFuck if I know! Those assholes made me do it. Wouldnât stop pestering me about getting a date until I filled it out! And theyâre still bothering me about it!â
You laughed, kicking a snowball that was left on the sidewalk.
âYou arenât like those asswipes either. Why did you sign up?â
âIt was an accident actually.â Kyoutani raised an invisible brow in your direction. âWe 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.â
You paused, holding Kyoutani back as you looked at the large snowflakes that were now following on his head.
âBut honestly, Iâm not even mad about it. Sure the first date was weird as all hell. But I like hanging out with you.â
âHmm.â
You watched as a large fluff of snow landed on Kyoutaniâs 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.
âYouâre warm. Itâs nice,â your laughter subsided. âAnd you smell like sweat. Less nice. Did you not shower after the game?â
âShut up.â Kyoutaniâs 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. âWho cares if weâre not doing what everyone else wants. I like what weâre doing.â
âHmm.â
The boy seemed to leave his door unlocked a lot.
âKENTAROU!â
Raising your leg up, you shoved your heel into the (already open, you didnât 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 boyâs 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, âFuck you!â
âGet off your ass. We have a game to win.â
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.Â
Drunk Guy included.Â
Spotting him in the crowd, Kyoutaniâs 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 manâs 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 Kyoutaniâs shoulder. âThis is going to be a long game.â
âWe should get you noise canceling headphones.â
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 refereeâs whistle blew, rising to their feet as they screamed and pumped the fists. Kyoutaniâs 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 Lionâs fans retaliate with their own hateful words.
You groaned into Kyoutaniâs 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.
âAAH!â You shot your arms into the air. Letting the heavy snow fall on your cheeks. âThat was amazing! Kyoutani, youâre gonna come to the game next week, right?â
His head tilted. âIsnât this the last date?â
March 14th, White day, was next week. Meaning that everyone who hadnât 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. âWe talked about this already
âWho gives a fuck?â
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. âAre you going to continue dating going forward? Yes or No? Seriously, that's too simplistic.â
âThe fuckers set us up, what do you expect?â He took a bite from his Hamima Chicken, âWhat do you want to say?â
Dropping the sheet into your lap, you paused, and looked his way, watching as he scarfed down another bite without breaking a sweat. âWhat do you want to say?â
He swallowed and looked at the paper before throwing his head back with an annoyed grunt. âWho gives a crap!â 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.
âYou were supposed to catch it dumbass!â
âI didnât know you were throwing something at me!â 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 âHappy White Dayâ is his recognisable messy handwriting.Â
You smiled. âThank you, Kentarou.â
The questionnaire was left blank.
This is the closest Iâve 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, couldâve probably written so much more if I paced myself better.
holy shit 31 pages. - Bacon
It was very cute :( it didnât even feel like 31 pages lskdjfla - Kiwi
11k wordsssss - Bacon
Itâs about drive, itâs 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
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Yahaba meets Kyoutaniâs older sister and is DELIGHTED to tell seijoh heâs afraid of his sister. Kyoutani tries to kill and/or break up with him, but Yahaba is like ânah uh, remember what neesan said about you having to keep me aroundâ and Kyoutani canât even fucking argue bc he IS scared of his sister and she DID say he had to keep Yahaba around
#this idea is so funny to me#maybe I need to do a little oneshot thingy with this idea#hq fic ideas#hq#kyoutani#kyoutani hcs#kyouhaba#wtf jordan
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title: a little more noise
pairing: kyĹtani kentarĹ x gn!reader
synopsis: in a world of constant silence, heâs the noise you need in life, even if heâs 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 iâm very proud of, go me! always wanted to write a kyĹken fic and here it is. kinda scared to post this bc heâs quite tough to characterize imo and iâm terrible at writing longer pieces. oh well :,) no indentation because thatâd be such a pain. hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated! (this is also my first time writing slowburn so please lmk if itâs still too fast)
Your parents were not bad peopleâthat 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, âgood mornings,â and âhellos,â became sickening to hear. You told yourself to push on until after graduation where youâd escape. As the years dragged on, you werenât so sure you could keep your sanity intact.
It was how you met KyĹtani KentarĹ, 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 didnât 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.
âSeijoh?â
The boy turned to you again. âYeah.â His voice was low, but powerful enough to rumble the earth.
You swallowed. âI go there, too.â This was a waste of time, you thought. You shouldâve gone home, and you almost did until he spoke again.
âNever seen you before.â
The ball flew into the air with the boy tailing it. His body bent in a way you didnât 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.
âCan I stay?â You felt stupid for asking, but if he was trying to concentrate, you didnât 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 didnât 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.
âHey, Mad Dog-chan!â
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.
âItâs KyĹtani. KyĹtani KentarĹ.â
Some nights, he didnât 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 KyĹtani nibbling on a custard bun as you wolfed down chip bag after chip bag. One thing you could say with confidence was KyĹtani 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 didnât think he reminded you of it.
Talking to KyĹtani 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, âYeah.â 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 KyĹtani, 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 KyĹtani 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 KyĹtaniâs 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.
âAm I a bad person? I mean, theyâre really nice, and I adore them. But itâs unbearable sometimes, and then I end up feeling like an asshole.â
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.
âI understand how you feel.â
You looked at KyĹtani in surprise. You waited for him to say more, but he didnât. The night felt a little brighter.
The last thing your âfriendsâ expected was for you to ditch them for him. âLooks like a tennis ball,â 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 didnât seem to mind too much. At least you knew where they stood.Â
Hanging out with KyĹtani 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.
âYouâve been cheery lately.â
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.
âI met a new friend.â
Your mother raised her brows, impressed. âOh? Tell me about him.â
âHow do you know heâs a boy?â
âJust a hunch.â
You sighed, continuing to stir your food. âHeâs quiet. A little weird, but heâs nice. I can talk to him about anything.â
âThatâs good.â
Your father glanced at her, and she shot him a strange look. Donât, 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 KyĹtani 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 KyĹtani, 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 KyĹtani and poked his shoulder. They watched you return his jacket but didnât expect his, âThank you,â afterward. When you left, Oikawa bugged him to invite you back. KyĹtani 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 didnât like KyĹtani, they seemed to be warming up. Your favorite moment was the movie night at Oikawaâs 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, KyĹtani, 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.
âCool it.â Yahaba clapped him on the shoulder.
âIâm not jealous.â
âNever said you were.â
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 KyĹtani and Yahaba.Â
âReady to go?â
Yahaba nodded, as did KyĹtani. You walked ahead of them, listing off that dayâs menu. Behind you, KyĹtaniâs eyes zeroed in on your moving form, the shift of your hips as you took each step. From an outsiderâs perspective, it looked like he was honing in on a kill. Yahaba prodded his arm.
âDonât be a pervert.â
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.
âWelcome back,â your mother greeted. She glanced at the boxes in the kitchen, filled with old plates and cutlery you hadnât touched in a while. You assumed they were throwing them out.
âSoâŚâ she drawled. âWhat do you think of Tokyo?â
âTokyo?â
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 friendâs son attended. Nekoma, was it? He told you how great it was there, that itâd be easy to make friends in such a populated area.
âTokyoâŚâ you repeated. A heavy lump formed in your throat. âIt seems⌠nice. Why do you ask?â You couldnât stop the waver in your voice. Your mother caught on too.
âDadâs company moved areas. Itâs a big shift, but itâs too good to lose. So-â
âWeâre moving.â
âI didnât say that.â
âBut you were about to.âÂ
Your head hung over the table. There was a crushing weight in your chest. Of course they wouldnât 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 wouldâve been different. I couldâve prevented this. You shook your head. You couldnât 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.
âIf we can stay, we will, but most likely-â
âIâll start packing.â
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. Youâd be there for a while, stuck in a new city far away from Seijoh. If you were with your old group, you wouldnât have been this upset. But to not see them againâYahaba, Hanamaki, even Oikawa.
You opened your phone and stared at the lock screen: a picture of you and KentarĹ from the movie night at Oikawaâs. 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 KentarĹ would even allow anyone to take a picture of him, let alone save it. Your heart fluttered. When did he stop being KyĹtani and become KentarĹ?
KentarĹ 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.
KentarĹ kicked at the dirt. He waited, and waited some more, but after twenty minutes, you didnât 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 couldnât 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 didnât 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.
âOops.â
You wiped it off with an eye roll then stuffed it into your bag along with your other notebooks.
âWhatâs bugginâ ya?â Mattsun asked.Â
You shrugged. âNothing. Iâm ready for the day to end.â 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 Mattsunâs opposing look and ate. They couldnât know yet.
KentarĹ 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, KentarĹ grabbed it from his bag and slid it across your desk. You raised your brows.
âWhatâs this?â
âI made it.â
You unwrapped the sticky mess of whipped cream and strawberry jam. KentarĹ watched you take a small bite, followed by a bigger one.
âThis is delicious!â
He showed you the tip of his finger. âThe price I paid for it.â
Your knees knocked against his under your desk. He flinched. You pressed your finger to your lips, then to the bandaid. âThank you. Hope it feels better.â
Your cheeks swelled as you took more bites than you could chew. Pink syrup stuck to the corner of your mouth. Cute, KentarĹ thought.
âWhat was that?â 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. KentarĹ cheeks turned a darker shade than the strawberries when you gripped his arm for support. You didnât ask again.
âCute,â he whispered anyway. He knew you wouldnât hear over Mattsunâs teasing. âYouâre cute.â
KentarĹ 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 distanceâs 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 KentarĹ.
âYouâre a sadist,â he whispered.
âAm not, just think itâs funny.â
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. KentarĹ didnât realize he had sank into his seatâyour seat, actuallyâuntil you nudged his foot with yours.
âScared?â Your breath was warm against his ear.
âSorry.â
You patted his hand which clutched the armrest with a vice grip. KentarĹâs heart beat faster.
âItâs okay,â you said. âIâm right here.â
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 KentarĹ 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. Itâd been a few weeks since that Friday, and you still hadnât told KentarĹ or any of the boys. You werenât 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 werenât as interesting as yours.
Next week was the last with KentarĹ. 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. Youâd 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. KentarĹ 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.
âEverything's fine.â
Before he could probe further, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the cafeteria.
âThereâs chicken! Itâs your favorite, right?â
Something slipped out of your pocket. KentarĹ 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 didnât 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 KyĹken-chan,
He snorted.
Sorry for not telling you this sooner. Iâm 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 couldnât 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.
âKentarĹ!â In your arms were several wrapped buns from the cafeteria. He tried to stuff the note into his pocket, but you already saw.
âOh.â The buns fell to the ground. âOh no.â
KentarĹâs 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 youâd collapse.
â(Y/N),â he murmured. âWhat is this?â
A weary laugh escaped your lips. âUm. Can we go somewhere else?â
Not waiting for an answer, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the schoolâs courtyard.
âOne week,â he huffed.
âOne week.â
You sat beneath a large, shady tree in the farthest corner away from the main building. KentarĹ rubbed his temple and sighed. He held onto your letter. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.
âFor how long?â
âProbably forever. Not literally, but itâll feel like it.â
âSo youâre graduating from Nekoma?â
You nodded. KentarĹ tapped his knuckles against his cheek.
âWished you told me sooner.â
You blinked at him wearily. âYouâre not mad?â
He shook his head then turned away. You grew quiet for a moment. He took it as his chance to butt in.
âSo, you like me?â
âItâs all in the letter.â
âI want to hear you say it.â
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.
âI love you, KentarĹ.â
It sounded sweet, almost tooth-rotting sweet. KentarĹ chewed the inside of his cheek. He liked you, he really did. He just wasnât sure if it was the right moment to say it. Would there be a right moment? After this week, youâd be in Tokyo in another schoolâa rival school, to make matters worse. He wanted his words to hold weight, and in that moment, they didnât. Not as much as he wished.
âIf you donât feel the same, I understand.â
âI do.â
You opened your mouth to speak, but the bell cut you off. KentarĹ 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 boysâ 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.
âOf course,â said Oikawa. âI paid for it.â
On one side, Mattsun smeared frosting over Hanamakiâs cheek. On the other, Oikawa tried to spoon-feed Iwaizumi only to be smacked on the head. You sat on the floor next to KentarĹ 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, âTime flies when youâre having fun,â 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 Nekomaâs side. They laughed, waved with sad smiles, then watched you leave.
KentarĹ caught up with you a third of the way home. His hand slipped into yours, a habit he recently picked up. It wouldnât last much longer. You stopped a few houses down from yours. You didnât want to let go, not yet.
You learned many things this year. One, life wasnât fair. It never was. Two, people werenât as shitty as you thought, proven in your new friendships. Three, seeing KentarĹ 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 youâd wear for the last time. You rubbed his back and pressed your lips to the top of his head.
âStay,â he pleaded.
âI wish I could.â
âPlease donât go.â
âI have to.â
KentarĹ 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. KentarĹâs 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 otherâs arms until you knew you had to let go.
âCall me everyday, please,â he whispered.
âI promise. I swear on my life.âÂ
You kissed him again.Â
âGoodbye, KentarĹ. I love you.â
âGoodbye, (Y/N). Iâll be waiting.â
âSo will I.â
KentarĹ didnât say it, but he didnât 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 boyfriendâs: Mattsun, Yahaba, Oikawa, and even Iwaizumi.Â
Boyfriend. The fact made your stomach fill with butterflies. KentarĹ was yours, and you were his.
Itâd 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 KentarĹ 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.
âI missed you so much, Ken.â
âMissed you, too.â
Your fingers clasped around his, resting perfectly in the dips between his knuckles. Hopefully, he hadnât dropped his habit. The months you were apart flew by, but they were also the longest you had ever witnessed. Seeing KentarĹ 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.
âWhat is it?â
âI love you.â
He grinned shyly at you. KentarĹ brought color into your dull life, your source of noise in the thick silence. The summer wouldnât forever, and you had another year left to endure. But as long as he was there, even kilometers away, youâd get through it together.
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