#mad dog haikyuu

[tsukisangel]

chapter 3 ꕤ opposites attract

characters ꕤ kyoutani kentaro, yasui masako, hata airi, watari shinji, yahaba shigeru, yasui-san (her dad

ship ꕤ kyoutani x yasui

wc ꕤ 2320

yasui paced backstage, retelling what had happened the night before to hata. “so he just stayed there until you were done with practice?!” she exclaimed.

“yes!” yasui stopped pacing and looked at hata, panicked. “and he was smiling and making jokes with me!” she pulled hata over to the curtain, motioning to kyoutani in the audience. he had his normal angry look, directed towards yahaba as per usual. watari seemed like he was trying to get them to stop arguing, or whatever they were doing. “but look at him. he’s so mad!”

hata pulled yasui away from the curtains. “he totally likes you.” she said.

yasui groaned, her hands immediately covering her face. she wouldn’t admit it was because she was blushing. “that’s impossible!” she exclaimed.

hata shook her head. “no way!” she crossed her arms. “he has to.”

“he can’t! that’s definitely not who he is.” yasui crouched down, head in her hands.

“you’re gonna ruin your dress!” hata exclaimed, standing her back up. yasui pouted at her best friend. “it’s fine. don’t worry about it.” she grinned. “smile! you’re about to go on!” yasui smiled, but it looked awkward and unnatural. hata furrowed her brows. “no, not like that. you’re so pretty, mako-chan, don’t make yourself ugly.” she joked.

that made yasui laugh, her whole face brightening. “sorry.” she giggled. hata grinned, accomplished.

“yasui-san.” the director said softly. “get ready to go up. the curtains are being drawn.” she looked at hata. “go find your seat.”

hata nodded, hugging yasui tight. “i’ll be front row like always.” she said softly.

yasui sighed, hugging hata. “okay.” she said.

“you’re gonna do great.” hata pressed a big kiss to yasui’s cheek, making her laugh as her best friend walked to her seat.

yasui took a breath, walking onto the stage and sitting at the piano. she watched the curtains, then looked backstage at her director, who nodded. she was the first one to go on, so she was able to come up with a different start. for the beginning of this show, she started playing before the curtains opened.

she started a short piece she’d written. she knew it so well due to all the time she spent working on it. she didn’t even think the director would let her play it or start the show this way, but luckily her director was kind. she smiled as she heard the muttering slow to a stop, the theatre filled only by her piano playing.

it had even stopped kyoutani and yahaba’s bickering. “they didn’t-” kyoutani shot a glare at yahaba, his eyes shouting at him to shut up. yahaba listened, for once.

kyoutani knew who was playing. he knew it was her. he looked at the curtains. as the song ended, the lights dimmed, the curtains were open, and a spotlight slowly lit up the most beautiful girl in the world. she had a small smile on her face as she transitioned the first piece into a more known piece. one he knew, actually. he furrowed his brows, watching her play. it brought him back to the night before. she looked so in her element, like that was where she belonged. he couldn’t imagine her anywhere else. she was a pianist. that was what she was meant for.

she lifted her head, scanning the crowd. he saw her smile grow a bit at a girl in the front row. the friend he’d seen her with? well, probably not. she had to have more friends. she was so kind. even to him. he knew there was no way she only had one friend. even he had two friends.

he watched her look back at the piano, and then the crowd again.

their eyes met. his looked completely angry, but she didn’t turn away. she’d gotten used to it at this point. hers were bright. she was happy. she was so happy. he started bouncing his knee. he needed to leave.

and he did, as soon as her performance was done. he stood up, earning an incredulous look from yahaba. “hey!” he whisper yelled. “my brother’s about to go on!” he rolled his eyes at his friend, then walked out, ignoring any further protests.

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the performers and their families and friends were out in the hallway, greeting each other. yasui and hata were hugging each other. “that was so cool!” hata exclaimed, bouncing slightly, which shook yasui.

“thanks!” yasui exclaimed. “did you like the piece? i was so scared nobody would like it!”

hata pulled away, but her hands held yasui’s shoulders tight. “i loved it!” she exclaimed. “you did so good!”

they were both grinning wide. a tall man approached them, smiling at yasui. she pulled away and hugged him tight. “i thought you couldn’t make it?!” she asked.

he chuckled, hugging her back with one arm. “surprise.” he said, voice slightly raspy. he was tired. he always was. “i couldn’t miss my little girl’s show. you did so good.” he kissed her head, pulling away from the hug. “i heard you’re supposed to give,” he revealed his other hand, “flowers?”

she smiled, taking them. “thanks.” she said.

“yasui-san!” hata grinned. “can i stay over again tonight?” she asked.

both of them looked up at him with wide eyes and pouty faces. he sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “just- ask your parents.” he said.

hata bounced up and down. “i’ll be back!” she exclaimed, pulling her phone out and rushing out to call her parents.

yasui laughed. “dad-” she started.

“yasui.” a different voice called her name. her dad furrowed his brows, and she turned at the voice. she gasped, seeing kyoutani in front of her.

with… flowers?

“kyoutani?” she asked. he still had that angry look on his face. he held out the flowers to her, and she took them. “thank you.” she said softly. he nodded, then looked at her dad. he bowed his head. then he turned around and walked off. “wait, kyoutani!” she tried, but got ignored.

“kyoutani?” her dad asked.

“um, a new friend. i think.” she turned red.

“you think?” he asked.

“it’s complicated.” she shrugged.

hata rushed up to the two. “did kyoutani just give you flowers?” she asked, eyebrows raised and eyes wide. yasui nodded, trying to keep her composure in front of her dad.

hata almost spoke again, before yasui’s dad stopped her. “what did your parents say?” he asked.

“they said yes!” hata grinned wide.

“okay, then let’s go. you can talk at home. do you need to grab anything?” he asked her.

“no, i’m good.” hata said, and the two girls followed him out and to his car.

the car ride was silent. yasui looked out the window, thinking about kyoutani. he gave her flowers. come to think of it, she didn’t really see him after she performed. she thought he didn’t like it, but he left, got her flowers, and then gave them to her. he left so he could give her flowers? he completely ignored the rest of the show, just to give her flowers? he was with yahaba’s older brother and watari, so they were probably there to see yahaba.

and kyoutani just walked out. for her? she could hardly believe it.

even when they got to the house it was silent. she looked at the flowers in her hand as she slipped her shoes off. her dad handed her a pretty large vase. she quietly thanked him for them, and then the two girls went up to yasui’s room.

it was only quiet for a minute, as yasui set the flowers down and gathered her things. hata followed yasui to the bathroom, and yasui went into the second part of the room so she could take a shower. hata spoke up as soon as the door was closed. “what did he say?”

“nothing!” yasui exclaimed.

“what?!” hata exclaimed.

“he said my name to get my attention, and then he handed me the flowers. i thanked him, he nodded, he bowed his head at my dad, and then he walked away!” yasui groaned. “he left after i finished too! so that means he left just to get me flowers?”

“i think so!” hata sighed. “you don’t have to believe me, but he’s in love with you.”

“he’s definitely not in love with me!” yasui shook her head.

“well, he at least as a crush on you.”

“but he’s so-” yasui groaned, finishing up and starting to get dressed. “he just doesn’t seem like that kind of guy, you know?"

“i know.” hata sighed.

yasui walked out, and the two girls switched spots. “plus, who knows how it would all go?” she asked. “what if we aren’t right for each other?”

“wouldn’t you feel it?” hata asked.

“i don’t know!” yasui groaned, hiding her face in her hands. “i hate boys.”

“do you want to see what watari knows on monday?” hata asked.

“i guess.” yasui sighed. “if he knows anything.”

“well, they’re like, best friends. he has to know something."

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watari shook his head. “he doesn't really open up to us like that.”

yasui nodded. “okay, thanks anyway.” she smiled.

“that's ridiculous! he doesn't tell you anything? he just gave her flowers out of nowhere!” hata exclaimed.

“i mean, it's definitely not like him. he probably does like her.” watari said. yasui’s head snapped back up at him. “i could be wrong!"

hata pouted at him. “find out for us?” she asked, giving him her famous puppy dog eyes. yasui called them her negotiation eyes.

watari blushed. it wasn’t hard to tell hata was a pretty girl. “he’ll beat me up!” he exclaimed.

“but watari.” hata whined. “poor mako-chan is suffering! you're gonna let her suffer?” she frowned.

watari examined her face, sighing. “i’ll see what i can do.” he mumbled.

hata grinned wide. “thanks!” she said happily, sitting down.

“you don't have to.” yasui told him.

he shook his head, sitting behind yasui. “it's fine. i’ll figure it out.”

yasui had a bit of a hard time concentrating. she’d have to wait until the next day to find out? what was she supposed to do? maybe she’d go right home and play piano to keep her mind off of it.

during practice that night, kyoutani felt watari staring at him. a lot. at the end of practice, he glared at him. “why the fuck are you staring at me?” he asked. iwaizumi looked over.

“uh, i know that pianist. the girl.” watari said. kyoutani held his glare, now more interested. “do you like her?”

kyoutani furrowed his brows. how was he supposed to answer that? “that's none of your business.” he huffed, putting a ball away and grabbing his things. he left without another word.

why did they all care so much?

yahaba interrupted the internal rant kyoutani was about to have by coming up next to him. “well, do you?” he asked. “seems like watari could help you.”

“help with what?” kyoutani shook his head. “i don't need help with anything.”

“so, you're gonna ask her out on your own?” yahaba hummed.

“of course not. i don't want to ask her out.”

yahaba raised a brow. “you don’t?” he asked. “but you like her.”

“i don't like her!” kyoutani glared at yahaba. “stop bothering me about it.”

yahaba rolled his eyes. “of course you like her. ask her out, dude.” he nudged kyoutani.

“we wouldn't work.” he said. “it's none of your business. shut up.”

“whatever. your loss.” yahaba shrugged. “i’ll just ask her out myself.”

and suddenly, kyoutani grabbed yahaba’s shirt. “you better not.”

yahaba smirked. “thought you didn't like her.”

kyoutani glared daggers into yahaba’s eyes. yahaba finally understood the phrase, “if looks could kill.” it made him shiver. “i don't.” kyoutani gritted through his teeth.

“oh, look she’s right there!” yahaba looked behind kyoutani.

he fell for it, turning around. then he dropped yahaba, groaning. “you're a fucking idiot.” he grumbled.

yahaba chuckled, standing up straight. “you still comin’ to my place? we have to study.”

“yes.” kyoutani huffed, following yahaba to his house.

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later in the night, when they were in yahaba’s room, taking a break, yahaba spoke up. “why did you say you and her wouldn't work?” he asked.

“huh?” kyoutani raised a brow at yahaba. “what are you talking about?”

“you said you and yasui wouldn't work. why?”

kyoutani looked down. “we just wouldn't.” he stared at his hands, imagining how hers would feel in his. she probably had soft, perfect hands. his were coarse, rough. would she mind? would she want to hold his hand?

“so, you're scared?” yahaba asked.

“i’m not scared.” kyoutani rolled his eyes. “she’s too nice.” he grumbled.

yahaba sighed. “so you're worried you're too mean for her?”

“she was intimidated by me.” kyoutani muttered. “i stayed with her one night she was practicing, and she admitted to me i was intimidating.”

“you are intimidating.” yahaba chuckled. “i’m pretty sure she likes you though so i don't think she minds. why do you think watari was asking? you think he was just curious?”

kyoutani looked at yahaba. “yeah.” he furrowed his brows.

“it seems to me like she wanted to know.” yahaba shrugged. “could be wrong!” he put his hands up a bit. “i just think it's worth a shot.”

kyoutani stayed quiet, looking back down at his hands. would she want him? his memory brought him back to his past relationship, in his first year. she complained that he was too mean. he didn't tell her he loved her. she started fights with him when he took too long to call or text her back. he was angry more often than he wasn't with her. neither of them were good for each other.

but yasui was perfect. she was gentle, and understanding. she was friendly.

she was his exact opposite.

would that really be a good idea?

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RIDING HIS THIGH WHILE HE’S WEARING HIS GREY SWEATPANTS. . .

you really didn’t mean to, but with the way you were straddling one of his legs as you cuddled, you couldn’t help yourself to his meaty thigh.

he’s just leaned back on the couch, watching you, analyzing the roll of your hips—being under his piercing gaze made you feel even needier, and he knows it. his eyes notice how yours haze over just slightly as you briefly hit a sweet spot, eliciting such a sweet sound. now that brings a little smile to his face.

and you know you’re making a mess on his pant leg, bare cunt dragging along the fabric as you pant out his name in little whimpers. neither of you actually care that he’ll have to wash these after because you also catch the wet spot at the tip of his cockbulge, imagining a little pearl of arousal leaking out of the red, sensitive tip you adore.

you huff out in frustration, practically edging yourself at this point. opening your eyes, your gaze meets his as he stares with a ghost of a smirk. “you okay? need something?”

what a shithead—he’s really wanting you to say it out loud. he does this every damn time.

“please,” you murmur in an attempt to save face.

“please what? use your words, baby.”

you huff out once again, but it comes out as more of a whine. while your pride is on the line, so is your orgasm.

so you slow down, staying at a gentle rhythm as you whisper out, “please help me cum.”

“help you with what? a little louder.”

you were about to explode from his teasing—damn him. “please help me cum,” you repeat louder, maintaining eye contact.

his hands snake up your thighs to your hips as he purrs a soft, “good girl. was that so hard?”

guiding your movements, he flexes his thigh to perfectly bump against your clit. a little cry escapes you as your hips move faster, chasing your delicious high.

“pleasepleaseplease—” you’re panting against him, cresting that hill where you’re gushing all over his sweats. he pulls you into a hungry kiss as he groans into your mouth, releasing in his pants and helping you both ride out your highs.

“there we go, baby.”

later that night, you notice four pairs of grey sweatpants added to your shared amazon cart.

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"(Y/n), like, I know you've got a type and all..."

"Mhmm," You follow absentmindedly, tracking your latest obsession like a hawk.

Number 16 was different- not just attractive, but he had a threatening, intense, sharp presence about him. He was just about the only member of the guys' team who didn't subscribe to a cheerful, cooperative environment. His little outburst earlier caught your attention, and he was currently benched for pushing Oikawa.

He sure was aggressive. You bit your lip and watched him stretch from the bleachers.

"But I heard he's actually crazy."

The other girls on your team would never understand what possessed you to put yourself in danger, going after the most deviant of guys you could find. It was an endearing joke amongst the team, at this point, but they did worry for your safety.

"What's his name?" You looked to them for the first time, mind already made up.

Whispers of Kentarou, Kyoutani, Maddog, were shared as you settled back to watching him. Lots of horror stories of him getting in trouble, getting into fights, yelling at teachers, other students, getting suspended for a time all encouraged you. The nickname he earned made you significantly more fascinated.

You could fix him. It would at least be fun to try.

You couldn't help but ponder where his true fault lied, how it twisted into so much unwarranted aggression.

Was he not held as a baby? Did he have a bad home life? Had it manifested into some kind of sexual dysfunction? You wondered if he was this big of a presence in the bedroom. You smiled at the strong possibility that he wasn't.

Maybe that was a bit Freudian of you to assume, but your previous diagnoses hadn't steered you wrong yet. The guys you slept with were all weirdos- losers- psychos- and yet, they were all a step closer to normal after a little love.

They couldn't stop you from approaching, especially when nobody had the guts to go anywhere near him.

"Hi," You tapped his shoulder after a bout of hesitation.

He looked to the side, then behind, and realized you were referring to him.

His brow fell from its subtle version of surprise, making all his features look heavier, meaner-- you shuddered.

"Yo." Was all he said.

Though dismissive and already uncomfortable, it was enough to work with.

You smoothed out your uniform with a nervous sigh, "Um- I'm sorry if this is forward, but,"

"I think you're really cute. I'd like to go on a date, sometime."

Kentarou looked angry even when he was shocked. The dark around his eyes made it impossible to look soft, and it seemed he didn't have the capacity to smile yet.

The only way you could deduce that he was embarrassed was the way his hands balled into fists at his sides, how he looked around your face over, over, and over again for an ounce of insincerity.

It was adorable. You giggled at his long silence.

Laughing shut him down. His mouth curled in a sneer, positive you were laughing at him.

The gaggle of girls, filling the entrance to the gym, all clad in your uniform, wasn't great for optics. It looked like you were playing a prank on him.

"Are you kiddin' me?" He rolled his eyes before you could even try to explain, "Go fuck yourself."

It wasn't the first time something like this had happened. Though you loved your team, visible swarms of women never put the guys you went after at ease.

That rejection was still tame for what you had seen before from him.

He put his back to you and crossed his arms, watching the game, instead. Getting benched and made fun of couldn't have been a great feeling.

Determined now, you shook out your nerves and tapped his shoulder again.

"Tch-! I said fuck off!" He scowled down at you, but you knew it was misguided. So it didn't hurt as bad.

You purposefully didn't mirror his body language- you didn't want him to cut him off even more. You stood facing him at an angle, trying to catch his eye and take his attention again.

Voice quiet, sweeter, genuine, "I'm serious."

Even if this was a joke, you were the most persistent he had ever seen. Nobody usually got this far. If he told somebody to leave, they did. Especially after the second time, and a girl, at that.

"I mean- I get it if you're not into short girls, that's totally fine," You fixed your hair, glancing away from his overwhelmed, slow expression, "But, please, just... think about it. Here's my number."

For a moment, you were unsure if he would take the paper in your hand. He gave you zero indication that he believed your story, but after just enough time to make you doubt, he took it.

Kentarou held it tight, confused, as you joined your team to leave the gym. He watched them look over and preen you like birds to make sure you weren't hurt.

It could've been a real confession. The gravity of it didn't truly land until he was back home, looking up the girls' team Instagram to find your personal handle. You were following the page and even had a few features in their posts.

Doubts began to grow that it was your real number. He decided he didn't want to use it.

Instead, he lay on his bed, palming himself to the poses of your greatest receives- you were such a pretty girl, with a nice body, cute face--reminded of those things now, it only made him more skeptical at your choice to speak to him.

Luck was on his side once again, because your own profile was public. You even had a few beach posts. Lots of likes, lots of followers. You wouldn't notice if he liked a few of them, unless you were being honest about your interest.

You were all over his signals in a flash.

A follow, a bit of page-stalking that got you nowhere (because he had 0 online presence, other than a couple blank accounts), and a long string of messages that went deep into the night, all earned you a date.

Now that the game had officially begun, you needed to curate each move carefully. If you waited too long to take advantage of any clear signs of interest, he wouldn't find you worth the trouble. You needed some dick.

Kentarou was lonely, too.

It was as you suspected, monitoring him during that practice match. People who had a good support system didn't act that way he did.

He wasn't wistful, or desperate, and didn't invite friendship. Shit, he barely let you court him, and the only way you could convince him to meet you for coffee was if you sent a few pictures 'to prove it was just you.' And yet, after the one misunderstanding, he didn't deny you any opportunity to get close.

His experiences shaped him to be incredibly firm, mistrusting, and overly cautious, yes; It all fell short though, when it came to the very simple, universal longing for companionship.

The cafe wasn't too quiet, thankfully.

You were most worried about the possibility of him causing some sort of commotion and being asked to leave, but other patrons were lively enough to drown him out, if he did raise his voice.

To your surprise, that also wasn't much of an issue.

He ordered for the two of you, even -begrudgingly- accepting that you wanted a more intricate drink, too. He didn't let you do much for yourself. When he told you to go find a seat while he waited at the counter, you stayed with him so you could be close. He still didn't argue.

Though he wasn't polite, he wasn't a monster. He was just brimming with attitude, and that rubbed people the wrong way. When unprovoked, he was mean-looking, sure, but docile.

A predatory gaze watched the skirt of your casual dress flutter up- just a little, not quite enough- as you sat down next to him with your elaborate drink in hand. He set his cup down and you felt his leg flex as you closed the distance to snuggle up to him.

"You're taking this joke pretty far."

Insecurity filled the quiet between his words, and it took a sensitive ear to detect under all the venom. Was he testing you? Probably. Was he still trying to protect himself? Absolutely.

"Mm," You considered how to respond while sipping on your coffee, staring forward, not really minding his intensity, "I don't have the kind of time to go on fake dates, you know."

It was an argument less emotional in nature, but due to its legitimacy, it left him stumped enough to drop the subject.

In its wake remained discomfort. Mostly at your thigh, busy rubbing against him as you pretended to be more invested in the ambience of the cafe, or the flavor of the drink in your hands.

"What're you doing it for?" He pressed, different, but still carried with a grumbly, shitty attitude he always spoke in.

That took some getting used to, but once you understood he just talked that way, you were able to take his words at face value and waste less time miscommunicating.

A warm hand, palming the squish of your bare thigh encouraged your desire to be honest.

You waited for him to stop scanning the cafe, for the right moment to tell him.

His eyes dipped first to your pretty thighs, all soft and warm and new in his hand. Then he was taken by the all the sweetness in the way you looked at him.

"I wanna sleep with you."

You expected him to not believe you, like the first time, but his surprise was now pretty conventional.

His mouth hung open, just a little, and you noticed a tongue piercing. How did you miss it before? Did he not wear it at school? Your thighs tightened and he met it with a firm squeeze as he took a sobering drink of his coffee.

It was obvious he wanted to know why. But he was looking for something better to say, instead.

"The fuck are we doing here?"

That was a good question. Such a good question, in fact, that after a bit of conversation about where to go to fuck, you landed on going back to your place.

He made himself comfortable on your bed as you shut the door and locked it, just in case. Your room didn't have a whole lot of conversation starters, so he took a while to really examine it.

He wasn't witty, or spontaneous, or chatty.

There was no value in sitting around, acting like you wanted to delve into a discussion about each other's families, or grades, or volleyball.

His brow softened as you dropped the straps of your dress down.

There was a small attempt to look you in the eye, which you appreciated in a very limited context, but once you kept going, he might as well have been wearing a collar.

A half-sigh, half-laugh pushed out of his open mouth, brow furrowed again, as he tried to speak a few times while you posed for him, drunk on such a cute, endearing reaction.

There were a lot of things for him to think about. You could almost smell the smoke of grinding gears when you stood in front him and rubbed your hands against his shoulders.

He kept getting his fill, eyes unable to stay in one place too long, practically trying to back up so he could keep looking at all of you.

You giggled, "Kentarou?"

His breath stopped. You couldn't feel it, tingling across your skin, anymore.

You took some fingers to his curly hair, playing with it, "Aren't you gonna touch me?"

"I-," He didn't know what to do with himself for a moment, "Where?"

Your charmed, bitten back smile made his ears bright, bright red. Instead of telling him, you settled onto his lap and felt for his hands, gently guiding them towards your hips.

It was slow, natural, and gentle how you decided to kiss him.

You could feel how heated he was, with one hand on the back of his neck, the other cooling off the side of his face. One second to part for some breath, which he needed, badly- you waited for him to say something.

But he was forcing his mouth back onto yours quicker than you thought he would- his fingers dug into your flesh, and he brought you down onto his hard-on with a sudden loss of reservation.

It didn't take long to start catching that little tongue piercing against your lip- you groaned against his mouth, "Fuck, I really like that."

He was a fast, eager, and very rough learner. Kentarou was also laughably easy to please, because it was obvious he had no preferences built up yet. Everything you did left him stunned and hungry.

You reveled in your private victory and helped him undress. He wasn't shy about his own body, but you made it clear that he had a nice figure by taking the time to kiss along his muscular arm, then shoulder, and up to his neck.

His quickness to mirror you, kissing the same places on your body, was cute. He never once smiled, but he showed his investment in other ways.

When you offered to 69, he immediately fell onto his back from his upright position, rubbing his warm face.

A weak, "Yes," from under his palms was all you got, but it was so sweet from a guy like him. He sounded broken in, in a way.

You pressed a deserving kiss to his jaw and turned around.

His cock looked just as angry as he was, normally. Twitchy, leaking a bit of precum on his toned tummy, tinged dark with the all the time it had been waiting.

"You're- so fuckin' wet," He sounded stunned to say that aloud, understand what it actually meant, and that he was obsessed with it.

You smiled and pressed a kiss to the base of his cock as you settled into a good position.

How long had it been since you got laid? Apparently too long, because you were dripping with anticipation at the salty taste of his tip sliding past your teeth.

That was the downside of having such a specific type. Not many options.

He was still figuring out how to use his own mouth when you took the breath out of him- a strangled gasp at the sound, the sensation of your lips and tongue sucking off the slickness there. You held him by the base, briefly.

"You should let me know if you like it," You teased, just before bobbing your head back down.

"Mm-mmnh-! Fuck! Do I-ahh, have to?"

With that whiny tone?

You slowly came back up, careful to leave no spit behind. He was flexing in your jaw, his stomach twitching against your chest. Poor thing wouldn't last very long, he was so sensitive.

"Uhh, yes," You grinned, tongue darting out to lick him all the way down his shaft.

"Fuuuck- whatever- augh, just keep doin' that," His groan broke into a murmur of sorts, against your pussy.

From there, he was starting to find what worked with you. It was curious, and not great, but you didn't need it to be; something about the clingy way he held you, the shift in his attitude, was making you feel like you could take him already.

It made your nails dig, deep into his thighs, your already sparse breath grow a bit shorter.

Though his desperate tone and slow, gentle tongue made some parts of you tighten, it helped your throat relax and take more of him.

He started to come apart long before you wanted to be done.

Breathy, incomplete "Stopstop-sta-aah," every twenty seconds flattered you, letting you take more frequent breaks to ride his face and break in that little metal ball.

You thought about his nickname during one of these breaks. It was one of those instances where it seemed fitting, but for more than just surface-level aggression.

Nothing about him scared you. Not after you showed him that you had no ill-intention. He was like a dog. He wasn't vicious because it was in his nature; he just had a thorn in his paw.

He 'bit' people because they didn't give him a chance.

All of these chances you were giving him proved that he was worth all the effort to get close. It wasn't even much work, in hindsight.

You showed him the mechanics of the condom you brought for the occasion, and managed to talk him through some important sex-centered courtesies.

"So, y'know, you'll want to yield to whatever she's ready for--,"

Kentarou kept you from sitting on his cock, for just a second-- his eyes grew narrow, darting around your face.

"You mean: 'you.'" He corrected.

He looked like he was about to bite through your face.

"Right!" You smiled, growing a bit warm at your inconsiderate slip in language, "Yeah, of course."

Your apologetic kisses, smattered all along his sensitive face and neck, calmed him. His grip softened, slowly, as he became convinced that this was sacred again.

As you started to take him, he forgot all about it.

"Aughh- my go-d," He couldn't stop watching where you came together with a knotted brow, at how slick, and tight, and hot you were.

Your confidence read in the form of slow, rolling motions of your hips, the cloudy look in your eyes as you were finally getting filled up again after such a dry spell of no dick. You put your hands over his, already on your hips, and encouraged him to squeeze harder.

"Mmn-ah-h," You placed your hands on his chest, to keep yourself upright.

It hurt, how much he reciprocated that squeeze, but you quickly learned to like the sting.

Like most everything else, he replicated what you showed him. He started fucking you back, his hips able to take you faster, harder--

The pretty little pout on your lips was enough to make him screw his eyes shut, just to try to settle down.

He was getting so worked up at your tight little cunt that he was forced to let you keep your slower pace, contribute a little less, for fear he'd finish too soon.

His breath was like a stutter- so shallow and huffy that you rubbed your hand across his cheek, to check if he was okay. As you did this, the look in his eyes burned into the back of your skull.

You had seen that somewhere before. Not in someone you knew personally.

"Mm-mnh-!"

You were careful not to look away from it, and you only closed your eyes when it was too intense, too good to see straight.

The way he gripped you was like a lifeline, clawing, leaving rough and raised lines across you-- It wasn't intended to hurt, but more or less to make sure he left you with some lasting impression. He didn't understand that he didn't need to do it.

He couldn't take the concern on your face. Not as you fucked him so close, not with that perfect body taking his cock so well. Nobody ever looked at him with so much warmth.

"Ah! Just- just like that," You gasped, shaky all of a sudden.

"Fuck-," He sighed, suddenly having to remember what exactly he was doing.

He grimaced, face twisted in the pain of trying not to cum, head thrown back so he didn't have to look at you.

But your hand left his chest to grasp him by the jaw- it wasn't hard, but it was enough to move him. You begged him to look at you. You wanted him to watch you, and it looked like he was just short of a confessing something sinful.

Worship.

That's what you saw. In those narrowed eyes were praise, an exaltation of the love you had spared for him.

It filled you with a dizzying, raw confidence- you took in a breath through your nose, getting railed so hard, so close that your eyes started watering.

"Fuck- I'm-Ah--!" You couldn't quite finish your sentence before you crashed over, your body seized up, firm, grabbing and gripping him like you needed, wanted him so bad.

It left him a groveling, panting mess underneath you. He was watching in awe just like you told him to, only allowed to cum after you were done.

He fucked it all out of you, thanks to the timing. Your slow wave-riding kept you pleasant and buzzed as he fucked you hard for his own orgasm.

You even egged him on, breathless, a little smirk only interrupted by a pleasurable wince a couple of times.

"You wanna cum for me?"

"Yeah? Yeah?"

After finishing so loud and performative, nothing could have prepared you for how cuddly and silent he got.

You shouldn't have given into the desire to hug him, because he wouldn't let you move to pull him out.

"Mm-mm," Was pressed in a sloppy kiss against your neck.

Those muscular arms were shaking a little, just barely, around your waist.

"I'm- not going anywhere," You laughed, returning a few light kisses against his temple, "But we need to clean up."

He made it difficult, almost impossible, to separate and throw the condom away. You opted to just tie in a knot and throw it closer to the trash can so you didn't have to get up.

The way he watched you was careful, intense, looking for any opening to get closer to you again.

You finally sighed, smiling, "Okay."

Kentarou pulled you back down to lay next to him at the soonest opportunity. He kept an arm heavy over your chest, his leg kicked between yours, his eyes never leaving the side of your face.

His intensity was what you signed up for, but now, warm under his persistent and acute attention, you realized: maybe you hadn't thought this through the whole way.

☆VIP☆

@integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

my masterlist. more haikyuu

[taintedtort]

"Kyotani!"

your voice rings through the gym, stopping the conversation that Seijoh‘s team was having. said boy turns his head to look at you, a scowl pulling on his lips when you shouted his name like that in front of everyone. he can’t be too mad though, not when you’re waving so enthusiastically, obviously happy to see him.

he grumbles something under his breath before breaking apart from the group to walk over to you, ignoring the gazes of his nosey teammates. they’ve never seen you before, and he certainly hasn’t said anything about you. they’d definitely remember if the Mad Dog had mentioned someone, especially someone as attractive as you.

in reality, you two have been dating for a few months now, though you’re keeping it quiet. he doesn’t necessarily mind anyone knowing, he just hasn’t specifically told his team because he doesn’t want them teasing him about it.

when he reaches you, he grunts in greeting, and you smile as you extend his jacket he lent to you the other day.

"here, i washed it," you chirp, looking much too nice to be talking to someone like Kyotani. he shakes his head at your offer though, waving off the jacket.

"keep it, i never wear it anyway," he grumbles, keeping his voice low so his teammates don’t overhear. his words make you smile though, and you nod eagerly, holding the clothing to your chest.

he can hear his teammates whispering amongst themselves, trying to guess the relationship between the two of you and how you know him. it irks him, and he’s trying his best not to just drag you off somewhere a bit more private to talk to you. he knows that would only make them even more curious though, so he’s stuck standing a respectable distance away from you while listening to his teammates gossip.

"do you wanna walk home together?"

your voice brings his attention back to you, his ears drowning them out as he listens to your sweet request. practice is nearly over anyway, and he knows you were probably waiting for him in the first place, which makes his chest feel… funny.

he only nods in response, gesturing for you to wait outside so he can grab his stuff. there’s no way he’s letting his teammates near you, they’d only bombard you with stupid questions.

"okay! hurry up," you urge, smiling at him in a way that makes his earlier annoyance immediately melt away.

before you turn to leave, you tip toe and give him a quick peck on the cheek, one that has nearly his whole team gawking and gasping. it leaves him a bit surprised too, and he can feel his ears get warm from embarrassment. you look cheeky though, practically skipping out of the gym to wait outside for him like you didn’t just shell shock half the team.

as soon as you’re out of sight, an uproar follows as his teammates surround him, immediately asking questions and demanding details. he just rolls his eyes, huffing out short answers as he goes to gather his stuff.

…brat. ♡

sort of a start of my kyotani series, which will honestly just consist of random drabbles and whatever else i can think of.

[noorpersona]

Favourite Postions: Kyotani (Mad Dog)

It’s not romantic.

Not soft.

Not the kind of thing you read about in books or whisper under moonlight. That’s never been his style. He doesn’t know what to do with delicate. Doesn’t trust the way it trembles in his hands.

But this? You—half-dressed and breathless, bent over the edge of his kitchen counter? That, he understands.

You’re on your toes, hands pressed flat to the cool marble, back curved just right—the shape of you etched into his fucking skull. He could draw it in his sleep. He dreams in the sounds you make when he pulls your hips back, the way your body jerks with every thrust like it’s wired to his own.

He doesn’t say much. Never has. His words come out in grunts, growls, the rough slap of skin meeting skin. But if he did speak, it’d be something filthy. Something true.

You were made for this.

His hands are gripping your hips so tight his knuckles are white, fingers bruising into your skin because he can’t help it. Because when you're moaning into the countertop, head down, begging without even using words—he loses every last bit of control. He needs to hear it. Needs to see the way your thighs tremble and your breath hiccups and your voice cracks when he hits that spot, again, again, just to see how long it takes until you’re shaking.

He watches your back arch. Watches your fingers claw at the edge of the counter. Watches your mouth fall open when he pulls out just far enough to make you whine and slams back in harder, teeth gritted, forehead slick with sweat.

You always take it so good. Too good. Like you want to be ruined by him.

And fuck if that doesn’t make his brain go static.

Sometimes, he bites.

Okay—a lot of the time.

Your shoulder, your neck, the curve of your spine—he leaves marks where no one else can see, but he knows they’re there. And you do too. Every bruise is a reminder. A signature. His. And no one else’s.

“Mine,” he says, voice low and rough, more growl than word. You nod, half-gone already, and that’s not enough.

“Say it.”

“Yours,” you gasp, all wrecked and breathless and perfect.

He groans like it hurts. Like it breaks something in him.

And then it happens.

You clamp down around him, a sudden, high-pitched cry leaving your throat like it caught you by surprise. You shudder, full-body, like your nerves short-circuited—hands scrambling, thighs locking around nothing as your orgasm crashes into you so hard it’s almost violent.

He freezes.

Just for a second.

Because something about the way you shake isn’t just pleasure—it’s raw. Guttural. Almost like you’re crying. Like something inside snapped loose and let everything spill out at once.

“Hey,” he mutters, voice still rough, but quieter now, buried in your hair as he slows, just slightly. "You good?"

You nod too fast. Too many times.

“‘M fine,” you whisper, breath hitching. "It just... surprised me."

You’re still trembling under him, and he can feel the way your pulse is racing. He leans over your back, mouth brushing your shoulder as he steadies his grip and moves again—but this time, slower. Controlled. Still deep. Still rough. But different.

Measured.

Because Kyōtani’s not good at talking, but he can listen. And he knows you. Knows what panic sounds like under pleasure. Knows the difference between a scream and a sob.

So he gives you something steady to hold onto. Gives you his breath against your skin, his hand tangled with yours now instead of holding you down.

He bites your shoulder one more time—gentle this time. Just enough to remind you he’s there. That he’s with you.

Because if you trust him to take you apart, then he’ll make sure you don’t fall all the way through.

There’s nothing in the world like this. Like you, bent over and begging, taking everything he gives without flinching. Trusting him, even when he’s rough. Even when he’s mean.

Especially then.

You’re the only thing that makes him feel like maybe he’s not a monster.

But right now? He still fucks you like one.

But if you fall, he’ll catch you—teeth, hands, bruises and all.

[lufvg]

⌕ [ hq boys when you play with their hair ] — !

warnings: probably ooc, not every character!!!

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unconsciously leans into your touch :

kurro, sugawara, oikawa, atsumu, nishinoya,

teases you ( he actually loves it and acts like he didn’t totally melt into your touch ) :

kageyama, tuskishima, osamu, matsun, yaku, hinata, sakusa

‘Ignores it’ because he’s used to it ( or he thinks it’s normal because he’s never been in a relationship before and thinks all girlfriends do this to their s/o’s ) :

kita, asahi, daichi, yamaguchi, makki, kenma, suna, ushijima

Is bald ( bozo’s ) :

Tanaka, mad dog

[nectardaddy]

BITTER . . . kyotani “mad dog” kentaro + f! reader

connected with debt and rot by @eggyrocks

               𖥔    WHEN ROBBED OF ALL OPTIONS — GO FUCKING FERAL.    𖥔

warnings/CWs : 17+ to read, language, angsty, drugs + alcohol, addiction, violence + blood,  illegal activities, broken/dysfunctional families, mental health struggles, anger issues, trauma, inaccurate knowledge of court systems, inaccurate knowledge of mma, flawed (real) characters, I will never make a yn not angry shut up 

gotta light? : moodboard | moodboard p2 made by @daisy-room | moodboard 3 | snoop around

punk beats : basement tunes | broken headphones | shared headphones | spotify

what're you in for? : taglist open. send an ask or reply to this post

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN 

CHAPTER EIGHT

[ferigrievous]

what they look for in a partner ; seijoh ver. ⋆˚࿔

oikawa ; needs someone real. for how much of a mask he puts up, and how hard he is on himself, he cant afford being with someone who isnt who they say they are, or someone he has to dissect to even talk to. a partner that will stay, even when he’s at his lowest, and never makes him feel like he has to earn their love. 

iwaizumi ; looks for someone honest. cant stand mind games or people who say one thing and mean another, but not like oikawa who cant afford it, iwaizumi just cant stand it, even in people he doesnt want romantically. wants a love that is steady, built on trust and not pretense.

hanamaki; wants someone who doesnt take life too seriously. is attracted to people who bicker back with him, but let him know if he’s being too much and why. would not be compatible with people who fret over everything and need a minute by minute schedule, and are more often than not just rolling with it.

matsukawa ; someone independent. wants someone who doesnt rely on him for everything, and have their own life outside of him. needs a partner who can match his energy, who isnt afraid to tease him back but is comfortable with the silence. 

kyotani ; looks for someone who is understanding. he doesnt open up easily, if at all, and is a lot to handle by most people’s standards. probably couldnt be with someone ‘softer’ because he’s scared he would influence them or accidentally do something terrible and they wouldnt tell them.  he may act like he doesn’t care, but deep down, he just wants to feel safe with someone.

yahaba ; wants someone who is confident. finds excessive, overwhelming insecurity frustrating. he understands, of course. everyones insecure about something, but when it starts to dictate his entire life to, he’s gone. he wants a partner who doesn’t shrink under pressure, someone who can challenge him without turning everything into a competition.

kindaichi ; someone who is supportive.  he wants someone who believes in him, who won’t laugh at his dreams or tell him he’s not good enough.  a love with him should feel like teamwork—lifting each other higher, never actually dragging each other down.

kunimi ; needs someone low-maintenance. he doesn’t do drama, doesn’t want a relationship that feels like effort—he wants something easy, something that feels like breathing. he likes people who understand that silence isn’t awkward, that not every moment needs to be filled with words. 

[noyasmashing]

If it isn't too much trouble, may I request mad dog with a nerdy reader. In public they have scary dog privileges but in private he becomes such a whiny puppy who doesnt know how to ask for master/mommy to touch him? No hurt feelings if you don't want too, I just don't see enough of him being a sub. Thank you!

CW: names such as pup and mommy are used, semi public, praise, hand job

A/N: i’m so sorry this took so long 😭 tbh i have no excuse

he would be suchhhh a grouch in public. Picture yourselves on the public train together. He's casting menacing glares at anyone who dares to glance your way, positioning himself protectively in front of you. Meanwhile, you're engrossed in your book, wearing a delighted expression that's impossible to hide.

And when you venture out together (a rarity in itself), despite your occasional awkwardness, you effortlessly connect with others over obscure subjects, radiating joy and warmth. Kentaro, on the other hand, stands by your side, arms folded, engaging only with you.

Its quite endearing how different you two are-personality wise. People often wonder why you're with such a seemingly grumpy individual, but they don't see the tender side he reveals to you. He's incredibly sweet and attentive, always accompanying you to your favorite bookstores for the latest releases. Despite his aversion to socializing, he willingly joins you for coffee outings.

What may be the most adorable thing about him, is his sudden shyness in private. Suddenly, he's flushed red, stumbling over his words, nervously fidgeting with his hands, unsure where to place them.

He gives up any ounce of control easily, falling to his knees at your request. Your favorite thing is making him work for his pleasure. He knows what he wants. He wants to cum until he can't think. But he doesn't know how to ask.

Recently, you'd discovered a new favorite pastime: teasing Kentaro in public. There was nothing quite like watching him squirm as he struggled to maintain his tough exterior, only to be undone by his own pent-up desire.

It was a simple matter to get him riled up. A strategically timed pause to admire a book cover, a suggestive lick of a lollipop, or a deliberate lean forward to show off your cleavage would send him into a tailspin. His eyes would flash with desire, his face would redden, and his lips would tremble.

But the best part was the moment he'd snap, his eyes pleading for mercy as he grabbed at your shirt, his voice barely above a whisper. "P-please… y-you… I need y-you…"

You'd feign innocence, playing dumb as you led him on a merry chase. "Hmm? Need me to what, Kentaro?" You'd ask, looking up at him with a concerned expression. He'd hesitate, his words faltering as he scanned the empty store for an escape route. "You know.." He'd mutter, gaze low and hands sweating.

Finally you relented, firmly grasping his cheeks, directing his gaze toward the family bathroom that was tucked away but still in sight of you two. "That'll work yeah?" you inquired, locking eyes with his widened ones, before proceeding toward the bathroom. "What if someone sees us?" he'd nervously stammer, but still following closely behind you.

You'd simply smile, your eyes glinting with mischief. "It makes it more exciting, Kentaro."

Once inside, you'd press your lips against his, drawing out a soft groan as he struggled to keep up. But you were just getting started, taking a seat on the bench, beckoning him closer.

"Y-you want to do it here?" He'd ask, his voice laced with anxiety.

You'd bat your eyelashes, playing innocent once more. "Do what puppy?"

Being the nervous dog he is, he'd trail off, his face flushing with embarrassment as he stumbled forward. You'd laugh at his shyness, running your hands up his shirt and down his stomach as he stood in front of you.

"P-please… touch me," he'd beg, his voice cracking as he dropped his head in shame.

You'd toy with him, running your fingers over his hips as he squirmed beneath your touch. "I am touching you, baby," you'd purr, but he wasn't having it.

He needed something more – something that would make him feel like he was truly alive. And so, he forced out the words: "My c-cock., touch my cock, mommy"

Your eyes lit up with amusement and a hint a sadism, unzipping his pants and pulling his underwear down without hesitation. "That's all you had to say puppy." You'd coo, while wrapping your fingers around his hardened member. It boasted a rather prominent vein tracing its length, accompanied by a slight curve that he found rather embarrassing.

You couldn't resist the urge to tease him with gentle strokes that coaxed a soft whimper from his lips. Spitting into your free hand, he'd gasp at your boldness, wanting to say something. But words quickly faded in his mouth when you smeared it long his length, making him throw his head. He'd look up at you, pleading for more, but you'd merely smile wickedly and instruct him to "be a good boy and fuck yourself with my hand."

Immediately, he would protest with a whiney, "noo I-I can't" his inexperience evident in his hesitant tone. But as you met his gaze with a firm, expectant look, his hesitation gave way to an exploratory thrust. With the help of your praise, he'd slowly become more comfortable with your embarrassing request.

As he quickened his pace, his breath would catch in his throat, his member pulsing in your hand. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, and his thrusts became more erratic, your seductive voice making it harder for him to stay steady. His usually narrow eyes seemed to be welling up with emotion, and his face flushed.

Your other hand grasped the soft skin of his hips, guiding him into a harsher rhythm. He let out a loud, desperate moan, forgetting their surroundings as he succumbed to his pleasure.

Useless pleas would tumble from his lips, but you refused to indulge them, instead, instructing him to "show that pretty tongue, baby." He had no choice but to obey, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, coated with saliva as he reveled in embarrassment.

He'd pant and whine, his red tip darted back and forth between your hand, his face contorted in a mix of pleasure and shame. "M-mama, I'm close.. gunna cum.. c-cum, cum all over," he'd babble, his movements becoming more frenzied by the second.

Your grip tightening around his member, moving and twisting in tandem with his thrusts would send him over the edge. He'd cum with a loud, broken moan, tears threatening to fall from his eyes as he convulsed in your grip.

His body felt shaky and weak, his legs trembling beneath him. You stroked him through the aftershocks, praising him as he sat down, still flushed from his climax.

"You did such a good job, pup," you'd coo, making him blush once more. "Just sit there and look pretty for me and I'll get you allll cleaned up."

[allfearstofallto]

Kyoutani Kentaro and his ultra cute girlfriend! People often wonder how someone so gruff and scary looking ended up with someone as cute as you. You're all frills and ruffles, big smiles and sweet laughs, and he just seems to be the exact opposite.

You wonder if people know just how much a sweetheart he is, being the main one excitedly showing you plushies releases and dresses he thinks you'd be cute in. A picture of you is his home screen, lock screen, and another just rests on his bedside table, even if you live together with him.

"Doll face," he calls you. Most people would think that he's insulting you with the way he says it almost sarcastically. Arms crossed and eyes staring to the side, but if you look closely at his cheeks, you can see the faintest hint of a blush. You are his doll. And he adores everything about you.

[iheartduckie]

slapping their butt (aoba johsai)

a/n - bye this is so funny lmfao and UNEDITED

oikawa toru | matsukawa issei | hanamaki takahiro | iwaizumi hajime | kunimi akira | kyotani kentaro

fluff + established relationship + pre-timeskip x gn! reader

warnings - you’re slapping butts, you’re getting your butt slapped, idk if i was on something or not when i wrote this but if your not comfy with that then don’t read it obvi!

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# 1 oikawa toru

- is so OFFENDED! when he turns to face you and sees you trying to hide your laughter, he tries to give you a blank stare and feign intimidating vibes. although, your infectious laughter causes him to laugh too. as your running away to try and escape, he grabs your arm to pull you closer to him, “get over here, love, you’re not getting away that easily” and then really ‘hits it till he breaks’. probably starts laughing at you when he sees you rubbing your butt to soothe your pain.

#2 matsukawa issei

- he freaking laughs. like, you hit him pretty hard too, and you were so confused when you heard his laughter. yea, he leaned forward a little, but for the most part, he just shakes it off as nothing and continues on with what he’s been doing. weeks later, when you're talking to a good friend of yours, he decides to come up behind you and slap your butt. hard. you let out a yelp of surprise while mattsun and your friend bursted out laughing.

#3 hanamaki takahiro

- you don’t even get to slap his butt, HE KNEW BEFORE YOU HAD THE CHANCE- curiosity plagued your th0ughts when your hand slapped nothing but thin air, as you looked up to meet his stupid grin. “this is definitely interesting, right?” he asked, before grabbing your suspended hand and dragging you along his way. when you let your guard down and eased up after a short time walking, he playfully slapped your butt when you least expected it.

#4 iwaizumi hajime

- after he didn’t see you passing by him in the hall, you decided to slap his butt and run away. immediately blaming oikawa, he yelled profanities at him before makki and mattsun ratted you out. queue him looking around his surroundings, spotting you, saying “there you are,” rolling up his sleeves, and fast-walking towards you. by the end of the passing period, the two of you ended up at the guidance counselor’s office, promising to not slap each other’s butts on school grounds- while you iced your butt.

#13 kunimi akira

- poor boy was just laying on his tummy, chilling in bed and scrolling thru his phone, when you came up behind him to smack his butt before laying down next to him. while rubbing his butt, he looked over and asked “the fck did you do that for?” he didn’t expect for you to say that his butt was nice and squishy- giving you a soft smile, and calling you a “weirdo” under his breath, he sets his phone down and pulls you closer, taking an unexpected nap together.

#16 kyotani kentaro

- you’ve lost a bet with mattsun and makki, and as a punishment, you had to go slap your boyfriend’s butt. with him having a soft spot for you, you thought that you could get away with that unharmed. although, kyoken did not hesitate to throw a volleyball at you (not that hard tho- but it was also a head shot). “why are you like this, babe?” he asks, before letting you get a running head start because swiggity swooty, he’s coming for that booty.

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masterlist

ohhhhkayyyy what was i on this was funny but what was i on

reblogs help others see my work + feedback is greatly appreciated!

[dearru]

summer’s in your blood | multi

pairing: multiple x gn!reader (college au) | sfw | cw: cursing | genre: fluff ig ? | wc: 499 | masterlist

synopsis -> you and your irritable boyfriend are on a stroll.

as you walk down your university’s pathway, the crisp autumn air stings your eyes, a stark contrast to how the warmth of the sun radiates softly off your back. the warm feeling lingers as you continue your stride, a gentle reminder of how summer is fading away. you watch the floor intently, basking in the satisfactory sound of the leaves crunching under your feet.

when you look up, you spot your boyfriend waiting for you under a large oak tree, the auburn foliage a sure indicator of the changing season. the sight of him brings a smile to your face. your boyfriend, as usual, has a sour expression drawn on, and his arms are crossed like he’s expecting a challenge. he often looked like this– intense and brooding. any reasonable onlooker would be scared to approach him, but you knew better.

you can sense that he’s been anticipating your arrival by the way he impatiently taps his foot and exclaims, “the people at this college are fuckin’ stupid,” the moment you’re within earshot. his sudden outburst has you stifling a laugh, and a warm feeling spreads throughout your chest.

“are they?” you inquire, amused, and he takes your inquiry as an invitation to drone on about how impossibly hopeless his classmates are. though, you’re only half listening to everything he has to say. instead, you take the chance to admire his boyish features. the slight contortion of his eyebrows and the fiery look in his eyes as he continues his tirade makes the warmth you feel more prominent. you liked when he would go on rants like this. normally, he hated when you’d stare at him for too long, but moments like these gave you an excuse.

the moment ends too soon when he finishes his rant and grunts, “c’mon.” grabbing the bookbag off of your shoulder and slinging it over his own as he drags you along a route that you recognize as the way to the library. a little into your walk, he takes ahold of your hand like it’s second nature. his grip is sturdy yet tender. you focus on the way he absentmindedly traces soft circles along your hand with his thumb as the two of you walk.

as you continue to walk alongside him, the heat of his hand is a welcome feeling when paired with the now chilly fall air. as you focus on this feeling, a realization rushes over you. your boyfriend may be similar to a hot summer day– he’s harsh, intimidating, and direct. however, the subtle, unspoken intimacy that comes with loving him is something that reminds you more of the fall. his love feels like wearing a warm sweater on a chilly day, enveloping you in warmth and making you feel protected and cherished.

considering this thought, you glance up at his face and settle upon the conclusion that you hope you’ll be able to experience moments similar to this one with him for every season that’s to come.

BAKUGO KATSUKI, kageyama tobio, tsukishima kei, sasuke uchiha, KENTAROU KYOUTANI, + your fav <3

—a/n: originally written for bakugo and tbh i don’t even fw him like that…but i still love this fic!! this was written for a friend earlier this month bc i was trying to get back into writing and i just felt like posting it :) lmk if this suits any other characters & i’ll add them to the list hehe :3

[loveyislost]

carnal cravings: kyōtani kentarō x reader

it doesn't matter where you are or who you're with, your sisters ex boyfriend will always be one one you go back to

status: ongoing

pairing: kyōtani "mad dog" kentarō x f!reader

tags/warnings: smau, some written parts, cheating (reader and kyotani are both in relationships), betrayal, shitty friends, no one in this series is a good person, fwb, this is pure angst, no happy endings here, drugs and alcohol, self harm, mental illness, break ups, smut, toxic relationships, past trauma, language, violence, threats, blood/gore, addiction, assault, likely grammatical errors, 18+ minors dni, this will probably be very triggering so if you're sensitive to these kind of things I would discourage reading, specific warnings will be added for each chapter

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introductions: kyōtani, y/n, alisa

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[takes1]

HEY 🐈🐈‍⬛ AGAIN!!!! hope you’re doing well! it’s been awhile since i’ve checked up on you :) hope life is ok! good luck on everything!!! <3

imagine: cuddling with kyoutani (maddog)

details. sfw / fluff / chubby!reader / insecure!reader / touch starved!maddog / possessive, clingy maddog

maybe kyoutani doesn't understand your biggest insecurities.

his hands always find the hem of your shirt, disregarding your soft push against his forearms. palms sliding across skin with no clear direction. just to touch, just to be closer.

the way he sighs into your hair, how he eases into you but never relaxes, you bite back your immediate guard.

he doesn't grab your tummy out of a desire to be difficult- nothing intentional, no malicious intent.

but you squirm anyway, because you've learned how to resent your features in a way that he will never comprehend.

the sleep is evident in his words, spilled hot and messy across your shoulder:

"mmh-- stop movin'."

kyoutani might be half-awake, but you've been wrenched out of any hope of sleep now.

your own fingers, gentle but focused, wrap around his wrists, and push them off before he can understand you're trying to get away from him. the bed creaks, a few springs snap, as he takes a sharp breath in--

"you're not doin' this shit again," he grumbles, no respect for the space you prefer.

it's all an evil, half-baked and messy readjustment to keep you still, keep you squished with nowhere to go against him- he sighs again, all over your neck, a strong thigh between yours. you love it more than the urge to protect your confidence.

past partners might've gotten frustrated at you.

but despite kyoutani's similar lack of understanding, he never bites. he's not an easy animal to shake, after he decides that you're his.

links. longer, sluttier haikyuu. my other imagines. my masterlist.

notes. hi my love!!! everything is ok, i've just been trying to stay focused on finishing up my degree! how are you!!

taglist. 🤍 @integers @megapteraurelia @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

[goshikisbaee]

Haikyuu Characters As Your Boyfriend headcanons ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

[ Tendou, Lev, Sakusa, Hoshiumi, Mad Dog ]

Content: Fluff

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SATORI TENDŌ

He’s Your Biggest Cheerleader

Tendou hypes you up over everything. Whether you just got out of bed or did something impressive, he’s right there with an over-the-top reaction: “Ohhhh?! Look at you, absolute legend!”

Loves Teasing You

He lives for getting a reaction out of you. Expect a lot of playful pokes, dramatic gasps, and teasing nicknames like “mon petit choco ball” or “my adorable little shrimp.”

But He Knows When to Be Serious

As much as he jokes, he immediately drops everything the second you need him. If you’re upset, he’ll quietly sit next to you, letting you lean on him while he strokes your hair.

He’s Weird, and He Owns It

Tendou doesn’t care what people think of him, but he’s always watching how others treat you. If someone makes you uncomfortable, his eerie smile turns sharp, and he’ll make sure they regret it.

He Talks About the Future with You

Even though he acts carefree, he gets emotional thinking about a future where you’re not in his life. When he mentions growing old together, his voice is softer, as if he’s scared to jinx it.

Movie Nights Get Chaotic

Watching movies with Tendou means ridiculous commentary, throwing popcorn, and reenacting dramatic scenes. He’ll randomly pause the screen to make silly observations: “This guy? Total villain vibes.”

Insists on Late-Night Talks

He refuses to let you sleep if he’s feeling chatty. At 2 AM, he’ll roll over and whisper, “Do you think birds ever get bored of flying?”

He Writes You Dumb Love Notes

Expect random sticky notes on your stuff that say things like “Property of the most gorgeous human ever.” Some are heartfelt, but most are chaotic: “If you read this, you have to kiss me. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.”

Holds Your Face When He Kisses You

He cups your cheeks with both hands, grinning before pulling you into a deep kiss. Sometimes, he just boops your nose instead and laughs when you pout.

He Loves PDA

Tendou is not shy about showing affection. He throws an arm around you, nuzzles into your shoulder, and loudly announces, “This right here? This is my absolute favorite human.”

He Gets Jealous in the Goofiest Way

If someone flirts with you, he’ll dramatically fake cry: “Babe, how could you do this to me?!” before pulling you into a hug, mumbling “Mine.”

He’s Not Used to Feeling Truly Loved

As confident as he seems, deep down, he has insecurities from how people treated him in the past. When you tell him how much you love him, he laughs it off, but you see the flicker of disbelief in his eyes.

He Gets Overwhelmed When You’re Gentle with Him

The first time you softly cup his face and say “I love you” without teasing, he doesn’t know how to react. He swallows hard, blinking rapidly before hiding his face in your shoulder.

He Remembers the Little Things About You

Your favorite snacks? Got them stocked. That random story you told him once? He brings it up months later. He doesn’t just listen—he remembers.

He Dances with You Out of Nowhere

You could be making coffee, and suddenly he’s twirling you around like it’s a ballroom. No music? No problem—he’ll hum something ridiculous and dip you dramatically.

He Loves Making You Laugh

Nothing makes him happier than hearing your laughter. He’ll do anything—bad impressions, ridiculous faces, even tripping over his own feet—just to see you smile.

He Lets You See His Vulnerable Side

It takes a while, but eventually, he opens up about how he felt isolated in the past. When he does, his voice is quiet, and his grip on your hand is tight, like he’s afraid you’ll leave.

He Gets Super Excited About Random Things

One day, he’ll wake up and be like “We should build a pillow fort today.” Or “What if we got matching socks?” His energy is unpredictable, but you love it.

He’s Your Ride-Or-Die

No matter what, Tendou always has your back. If someone hurts you, his usual playful demeanor turns cold as he leans in and whispers, “You really don’t wanna mess with them.”

He Loves You Loudly and Unapologetically

Tendou doesn’t love in halves—he loves you with everything he has. He doesn’t care if people stare when he runs up to hug you or if his affection is too much. You’re his person, and he’ll never let you forget it.

KIYOOMI SAKUSA

Slow to Open Up, But Deeply Loyal

Sakusa doesn’t trust easily, but once he lets you in, he’s unwaveringly loyal. He’s not the type to say “I love you” often, but when he does, it’s always deeply sincere.

Germaphobe Affection

At first, he avoids casual touches, but as he grows comfortable, he finds small ways to show affection—holding your sleeve instead of your hand or bumping his shoulder against yours instead of hugging.

Protective in a Quiet Way

He won’t openly admit it, but he worries about you constantly. If you’re in a crowded place, he subtly stands between you and strangers. If you’re sick, he nags you about taking medicine but won’t leave your side.

Dry, Sarcastic Humor

His humor is razor-sharp and deadpan. “You’re dating me? Must be tough.” You know it’s his way of teasing, especially when you catch the amused glint in his eyes.

Low-Key Jealousy

Sakusa doesn’t get openly jealous, but he will stare down anyone who flirts with you. He won’t say anything, just silently seethe and hold your hand a little tighter.

Subtle but Deep Affection

He’s not one for grand gestures, but he shows his love in quiet ways—bringing you your favorite tea, fixing your hoodie strings when they’re uneven, remembering every little detail you tell him.

Prefers Texting Over Calls

He’s not big on phone calls, but he always responds to your texts, even if it’s just a simple “Okay.” If he sends you a “Take care” out of nowhere, it means he’s thinking about you.

Secretly Loves When You’re Clingy

He acts like he’s annoyed when you lean on him or cling to his arm, but if you pull away, he frowns slightly and mumbles, “…I didn’t say stop.”

He Cleans Up After You Without Complaining

If you leave your stuff everywhere, he sighs but organizes it neatly instead of scolding you. If you tease him about it, he’ll just say, “If I don’t do it, who will?”

Acts Tough but Melts for You

He keeps up a cool, indifferent image, but if you cup his face and tell him he’s handsome, he’ll turn red and grumble, “Shut up.”

He’s a Great Listener

Sakusa isn’t a big talker, but he listens to you like you’re the most important person in the world. He remembers things you said months ago, bringing them up when you least expect it.

Won’t Let You Get Away with Lying

If you say you’re fine when you’re clearly not, he gives you a long, unimpressed stare. “Try again,” he says, waiting until you tell him what’s really wrong.

He Always Checks the Weather for You

If it’s cold, he makes sure you have a jacket. If it’s raining, he hands you an umbrella before you even think about it. He’ll never admit it, but he loves taking care of you.

Prefers Comfortable Silence Over Small Talk

He’s not a fan of unnecessary conversation, but he loves just sitting beside you, enjoying each other’s presence without feeling the need to fill the silence.

He’s Low-Key Clingy When He’s Sleepy

When he’s exhausted, he loses his usual grumpiness and just quietly leans against you. If you move, he grumbles “Don’t go yet,” keeping a loose grip on your wrist.

Stubborn, But Would Do Anything for You

Sakusa doesn’t like being told what to do—unless it’s by you. He’ll pretend to argue, but in the end, he always gives in with a quiet, “…Fine.”

Late-Night Talks When He Can’t Sleep

On rare nights when he’s restless, he’ll text you at 2 AM with a simple “You up?” If you are, he talks about everything on his mind in a way he never does during the day.

He’s Unintentionally Romantic

He doesn’t think of himself as romantic, but the way he softly brushes hair from your face, remembers your coffee order, or mutters “I’ll always be here” is more meaningful than any grand gesture.

He Needs Reassurance More Than He Lets On

Sakusa pretends he doesn’t care what people think, but deep down, he worries he’s too much—too distant, too complicated. When you tell him you love him as he is, he just nods, but his grip on your hand tightens.

He Loves You in His Own Way

Sakusa isn’t loud about his love, but it’s in everything he does—the way he waits for you without being asked, the way he softens around you, the way he lets you into his quiet little world when no one else ever has.

KŌRAI HOSHIUMI

Endless Energy

Dating Hoshiumi means zero dull moments. He’s always on the move, bouncing from one topic to another, dragging you into spontaneous adventures.

Wants to Impress You Constantly

He loves showing off for you, whether it’s his volleyball skills, his speed, or even random tricks like flipping a bottle perfectly onto a ledge. “Did you see that?! I’m amazing, right?”

Gets Flustered When You Compliment Him

He acts cocky, but the moment you genuinely tell him he’s incredible, he short-circuits. He turns pink, waves you off, and mumbles, “Yeah, yeah, I know…” but secretly, your words mean everything to him.

Competitive About Everything

Game night? He has to win. Eating a snack? He’ll take a bite of yours just to “claim victory.” If you challenge him, be ready—he’ll give it his all.

He’s Small but Fierce

If anyone disrespects you, he’s instantly ready to throw hands. His height doesn’t stop him from stepping up to people twice his size with zero hesitation.

Surprise Attacks of Affection

One second, you’re minding your business, and the next, he’s jumping on your back or wrapping his arms around you from behind. He thrives on catching you off guard.

Calls You Cute Nicknames (Even Weird Ones)

Expect random nicknames like “My Little Seagull” or “Shortcake” (even if you’re taller than him). He’ll grin every time he calls you one.

Needs Constant Attention

He will pout if you don’t text him back fast enough. If you’re on your phone but not talking to him, he’ll dramatically sigh: “Wow, ignored? In my own relationship?”

Shows Love Through Playful Insults

Instead of saying “I love you” outright, he’ll smirk and say, “Tch, I guess you’re kinda cool.” But if you ever doubt his feelings, his teasing stops, and he gets serious real fast.

Steals Your Food Without Regret

You’ll turn your head for one second, and suddenly, your fries are gone. When you glare at him, he just grins. “You love me, so it’s fine, right?”

Super Dramatic When Sick

He’ll act like he’s on his deathbed over a tiny cold, clinging to you and groaning, “This is it… Tell my team I was amazing.” But if you’re sick? He’s at your side in a heartbeat, fussing over you nonstop.

Protective Without Being Overbearing

He won’t tell you what to do, but if someone’s bothering you? He’s suddenly standing in front of you, arms crossed, radiating pure menace. “You got a problem?”

Can’t Sleep Without Saying Goodnight

Even if he’s exhausted, he will call or text you before bed. If he falls asleep mid-text, you’ll get a string of gibberish followed by “…zzz” LOLL

Loves Physical Contact but Pretends He Doesn’t

He acts cool, but he secretly loves it when you hold his hand or ruffle his hair. If you hug him out of nowhere, he melts—then immediately denies it.

Gets Jealous but Won’t Admit It

If someone flirts with you, he’ll get extra clingy and competitive, casually reminding them (and you) that he’s way better than any competition.

Loves Watching You Watch Him Play

When he knows you’re in the crowd, he plays extra hard. Every time he scores, he sneaks a glance at you, making sure you saw.

Hypes You Up No Matter What

He’s your personal cheerleader, screaming about how amazing you are at the top of his lungs, no matter how small the accomplishment.

Will Try to Scare You for Fun

He lives for sneaking up behind you and shouting “BOO!” just to see your reaction. But if you ever manage to scare him? He yells and insists he totally wasn’t scared.

Low-Key Soft for You

For all his loud, playful energy, he has quiet moments too—like resting his head in your lap after a long practice, sighing happily when you run your fingers through his hair.

Loves You Unconditionally

Hoshiumi is chaotic, competitive, and energetic, but when he looks at you, his eyes soften. No matter how much he jokes around, he adores you, and he makes sure you know it.

LEV HAIBA

Overexcited Puppy Energy

Lev is like a giant golden retriever—he’s constantly hyped about everything, especially you. If you so much as smile at him, he grins back like you just gave him the best news of his life.

Terrible at Subtlety

If he likes something about you—your hair, your laugh, the way you talk—he says it immediately. No filter. “Your nose is so cute. I just noticed! Wow, I love it.”

Loves Picking You Up

He will lift you off the ground just because he can. If you protest, he pouts. “But you’re so tiny! Let me carry you!” (Even if you’re tall, he still tries.)

Shameless with PDA

Lev loves showing affection in public. He’ll wrap an arm around you, kiss your cheek randomly, or proudly declare “That’s my partner!” to anyone within earshot.

Forgets How Big He Is

He leans on you like he’s a small guy. Spoiler: he’s not. You’ve nearly toppled over multiple times because he flops onto you without thinking.

Dramatic About Everything

If you ignore his texts for five minutes, he sends “RIP me” and dramatically collapses when he sees you next. If you compliment someone else, he gasps, “BETRAYAL.”

Obsessed with Taking Cute Pictures Together

He has an entire album of just you two. If you’re not in the mood, he pouts. “Come on, we need to capture our beauty!”

Fails at Being Smooth

Lev thinks he’s suave, but he’s so awkward. “Hey… do you, uh, wanna—uh, wait, what was I saying? Oh! Date! Yeah, I love dating you!”

Randomly Sings to You (Terribly)

His voice is awful, but he doesn’t care. He sings random made-up songs about how much he loves you. “I loooove my amazing partner, they’re soooo cute and smol—”

Jealousy? Immediate Panic Mode

If someone flirts with you, he freaks out. He either sulks dramatically (“Am I not enough?!”) or gets clingy (“Hey, babe, let’s go over there far away from them”).

Tries to Teach You Volleyball (Fails)

If you’re not a volleyball player, he insists on teaching you. But he gets way too excited, accidentally spikes the ball at you, and immediately panics.

Insanely Protective, Even When Unnecessary

“Wait, did that person just bump into you? Do I need to fight?” Spoiler: They did not. But he’s ready to defend your honor anyway.

Writes Your Name All Over His Notes

His notebooks are full of volleyball sketches and your name written over and over. Yaku once caught him and made fun of him for days.

Loves Buying You Gifts (Even If They’re Weird)

His gifts are… interesting. One time, he gave you a tiny plush because it reminded him of you. Another time? A giant volleyball.

Can’t Stop Talking About You

His teammates all know about you. They roll their eyes every time he starts a sentence with “Did you know my partner—” because yes, Lev, they know.

Forgets to Text Back but Then Spams You

If he forgets to respond for hours, he suddenly sends 50 texts in a row: “SORRY BABE” “I STILL LOVE YOU” “PLEASE DON’T DUMP ME” “ARE YOU OKAY”

Needs Constant Reassurance

Lev acts confident, but deep down, he worries he’s too much. If you tell him you love him, he beams like the sun—but if you say it while holding his face? He melts.

Horrible at Keeping Surprises

He gets too excited and spoils things immediately. “I got you something!” “Lev, it’s not my birthday yet.” “…Oh. But I wanna give it to you now.”

Loves Falling Asleep on You

He’s huge but sleeps like a cat on your lap. The downside? His legs always end up on top of you.

Loves You Loudly and Completely

Lev doesn’t do anything halfway. He loves you with his whole heart, loudly and proudly. Even if he’s clumsy, awkward, or over-the-top, his love is real, and he never lets you forget it.

KENTARŌ KYŌTANI

Love at Full Intensity

Mad Dog doesn’t do things halfway—when he falls for you, it’s hard. He might not always know how to express it, but his love for you is raw and overwhelming.

Awkward with Affection

He’s not great at soft romantic gestures, so when he tries to be sweet, it’s usually super clumsy. Like, instead of saying “I miss you,” he’ll just grumble, “Tch, where have you been?”

Absolutely Horrible at Flirting

His idea of flirting is just… intense staring. He doesn’t realize he looks like he’s about to fight you instead of confess his feelings.

Gets Jealous but Tries to Hide It

If someone gets too close to you, he clenches his fists, scowls, and mutters under his breath. He won’t start a fight, but his energy screams possessive.

Cannot Handle Compliments

The second you praise him, he turns bright red and either changes the subject or mutters, “Shut up.” But later, you’ll catch him secretly smiling to himself.

Not Good with Words but Shows Love Through Actions

He’s not the type to say “I love you” every day, but he will walk you home, carry your bags, and casually throw his jacket over you when it’s cold.

Defends You in a Second

Someone talks badly about you? Instant death glare. Someone bumps into you? He’s already stepping forward like he’s ready to throw hands.

Surprisingly Shy with PDA

Despite his rough personality, he gets super stiff when you grab his hand in public. But if you let go, he’ll glare and mumble, “Who said you could stop?”

The Type to Blush After Kissing You

He acts all tough, but if you suddenly kiss him? He short-circuits, turns away, and says something dumb like “Whatever, it wasn’t that great.” (Spoiler: It was, and he’s dying inside.)

Protects You Like It’s His Job

He’s always watching out for you, even when you don’t notice. Crossing the street? His hand is automatically on your back. Walking in a crowd? He moves people out of your way.

A Little Bit Clingy (But in Denial About It)

If you don’t text him for a while, he won’t say anything—but he will send you a single “?” to let you know he’s thinking about you.

Has No Idea How to Comfort You (But Tries His Best)

If you’re upset, he panics. “Uh—do you need food? A fight? A nap?” Eventually, he just pulls you into a tight hug and stays quiet, because that’s all he really knows how to do.

Horrible at Surprises

He sucks at keeping secrets. If he buys you a gift, he’ll shove it at you immediately like, “Here. Take it. Now.”

Thinks About You More Than He’d Ever Admit

Even during volleyball practice, he catches himself wondering what you’re doing. If his teammates tease him about it, he denies everything.

Gets Competitive Over the Dumbest Things

If you beat him at a video game, he demands a rematch. If you say another player is cool, he immediately starts listing why he’s better.

Has No Social Filter

If someone annoys him while he’s with you, he has zero hesitation in saying, “Can you leave? You’re ruining my time.”

Secretly Loves It When You Ruffle His Hair

If you do it in public, he complains (“I’m not a kid!”). But if you do it when it’s just the two of you, he closes his eyes and leans into it.

Randomly Drops the Cutest, Most Genuine Comments

He’s not great with words, but sometimes, out of nowhere, he’ll say something like, “You’re the only person I don’t get tired of.” And it’ll hit way harder than a simple “I love you.”

Has No Idea How to Be Romantic (But He Tries)

Dates with him are either super intense (“Let’s go to a trampoline park and race!”) or super awkward (“…What do couples even do?”). But no matter what, he always has fun just being with you.

Loves You in His Own Way

He may not be the most traditionally romantic boyfriend, but when he loves, he loves hard. He’s rough around the edges, but he’s fiercely loyal, deeply protective, and always yours.

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💋 💋 💋

[earier]

・ ROTTEN WORK 京谷 賢太郎 » ❪ KYOTANI KENTAROU ❫

word count. 667.

content warning. f!reader. angst - self deprecation. profanity. smoking cigarettes. bartender!kyotani. mention of one (1) ex-girlfriend.

Loving him is rotten work; he’s known that for years. He cusses, he fights, he’s mean, he doesn’t know when to quit, he doesn’t do the dishes after he’s done with dinner, he walks away, he leaves his dirty clothes wherever he wants to. It’s difficult to love him. He knows that because it’s been said to him time and time again.

“I didn’t even know you cared about me until we broke up,” his ex-girlfriend once said to him. His hands were clenched under the table, eyes roaming over her face. Her hair looked so soft, all he wanted to do was reach out and run his hands through it. “It’s difficult to love someone when they don’t . . . love you the same. Y’know?”

He didn’t know, but he nodded and stood up. Because he’s not a complete asshole, he threw twenty dollars on the table and promptly exited the coffee shop.

And now, three months later, he stands on the corner in front of the shitty bar he works at, resisting the urge to shiver as he takes a long drag of his cigarette. It’s a bad habit that he can’t seem to kick. Not when he gets to talk to you everytime he goes for a smoke break.

You’re nothing special, he tells himself, just a girl who happens to work at the same shitty bar as him. You’re his manager, a little uptight and a lot stressed out. And broke. Which is why Kyotani finds himself buying a pack of cigarettes twice a week, rather than once. Even though he’ll never admit it out loud, he doesn’t mind sharing.

“Hey, Mad Dog,” a familiar voice cuts through the icy air and he resists the urge to grin. He hates that stupid nickname, but maybe it’s not as bad when it comes from your mouth. He turns his head to find you clad in your too-big coat and a scarf. “Can I bum one?” You ask, nodding to the cigarette in his hand.

“You’re cleaning out my bank account with how many cigs you steal, asshole.” His words hold no malice behind them. He reaches into his back pocket and flips the lid of the box open. The tips of your fingers are red, he cringes as your hands shake.

You laugh and stick the cigarette between your lips, tilting your head. “Not my fault you keep sharing with me,” you mumble, grinning the best you can. “Lighter?”

He fishes out his lucky lighter—the one that he got in high school—and stares at the faded red swirls as the lighter flickers alive. You inhale a shuddering breath, letting your eyes close as the nicotine fills your lungs.

“God,” you groan, exhaling heavily. “I needed that. Tonight has been fucking terrible. Two bachelor parties? Who the hell even gets married in winter?”

He snickers and shrugs, shoving one of his hands into his pocket and glancing around the busy street. “Chicks at the end of the bar keep asking guys to buy them drinks,” he says. He turns to look at you and smirks. “They’ve been rejected every time.”

You laugh and Kyotani feels his knees weaken. You’re nothing special, he repeats to himself. Just a coworker—the only coworker that he can put up with.

It finally dawns on him that maybe you’re more than just a coworker, and he almost throws up right then and there. His eyes flit to you; your lids are hazy, lips puckered around the end of your cigarette—his cigarette. Your nails are a pretty color; red, his favorite. He looks away and drops his cigarette, digging the toe of his boot into it until only ashes remain.

“Gotta get back,” he says quickly, turning before you can say anything.

Loving him is rotten work, he reminds himself. He cusses, he’s mean, he walks away. Oikawa tries to talk to him, and Kyotani can only sneer at him. Loving him is rotten work, because Kyotani is rotten from the inside out.