#msby shenanigans

[boogernotbogger]

To set a person

Pairing: Miya Atsumu x female reader

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Miya Atsumu gets the brilliant idea to set you like you are a volleyball. Trouble ensues.

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Miya Atsumu is a volleyball player. Miya Atsumu loves setting. Miya Atsumu loves you. But that said, Miya Atsumu has now realised that it was probably not the best idea to combine the two things he loves the most in the world.

Don’t get him wrong, he enjoys randomly passing the ball back and forth with you, while you both unwind after a hectic day at work. He enjoys making you jump about, ensuring that you always get a nice easy set from him. He enjoys having endless conversations with you about his sport, discussing strategies, analysing plays, watching matches, and everything in between. He loves it when you watch him play.

What he doesn’t love is waiting for you outside a hospital room, sick with worry about your broken finger, and afraid of whatever wrath he is going to be subjected to, once you’re out. After all, it was not your idea for him to toss you like you’re a 67cm 280gm yellow and blue ball of Mikasa goodness.

~~~

It starts off innocently enough. You are sitting at Onigiri Miya, doing homework, after a long day at college. Your shift just ended and you are waiting for Osamu to finish closing up and join you. This is your daily routine- college, work, homework, chats with Osamu, and then, his idiot twin would walk in, loudly complaining about his ever-hungry stomach, and then the room would light up and you could finally relax before going to your shared home together.

Today is no different. Tsumu saunters in a bit later than usual, but with the same monstrous appetite as always. He dumps his sports bag on the counter, kisses you on the forehead, flicks his twin and shop owner on his forehead, gets kicked in return, makes a show of being in agonising pain, and then scarfs his food down like he hasn’t been fed in the last two weeks. You just sigh in bliss at your choice of a perfect partner.

Once he has sufficiently attacked his food, the three of you start trading stories about your day. It has been a perfectly normal day, college was fun, your friends had juicy gossip to share, you’d met your favourite regulars at the shop, homework was easily completed, and both twins were in high spirits. Then Tsumu starts to talk. And it is at this point that Tsumu starts talking about Shoyo.

Now, everyone knows that Miya Atsumu is a little bit in love with Hinata Shoyo. The entire world is in love with Shoyo, even players from Brazil and Argentina, university students from the US, and somehow, a chocolatier from France. But even so, the way your boyfriend is talking about Hinata tonight is different. He is reverent. Awed. Mesmerised. You can see the stars in his eyes as he speaks about his favourite spiker (“Yes Samu, shut up, Sho kun has finally surpassed you and you can rot in your jealousy.” “I don’t even care about your favourite spiker, you scrub”).

“And you would not believe what Sho and Bo did today!” You perk up, noticing the increased vigour in his voice. And sure enough, his eyes are sparkling, and he has that childish excitement all over his face, that generally makes him more endearing and at the same time, increases everyone’s heart rate, from anxiety. Not to mention, if Atsumu endorsed something done by Hinata and Bokuto, the two people who had one single unicellular volleyball bouncing around in their heads for brains, then there would be chaos, to put it mildly.

“Even Omi Omi was impressed!”

Osamu and you exchange alarmed glances.

There would be chaos involving hospitals at best, and arson at worst. All centred around volleyball, of course. No player in the Japanese V-league has the braincells for anything outside volleyball.

~~~

Atsumu looks up as you walk out of the Radiology room with your x-ray negatives. “A fairly clean break, but it’ll still take forever to heal,” you mutter, as you lead him back to Orthopaedics for setting your pinky back in place.

“And it hurts like a bitch.”

~~~

“And then Sho kun jumped higher than he ever has for any of my sets! I really should talk to him about that, if his contact point is higher, he’ll probably even be able to intimidate that 2 metre dude from the Railway Warriors. I mean, that dude’s absolute audacity! He looks at Shoyo like he’s just a friend from school and not some intimidating-ass opponent to be feared. Just because Sho taught him….”

He finally shuts up, being cut off by a smack to the head with the dirty countertop-wiper, courtesy of his loving twin.

“Anyway, Sho kun soared and Bokkun had his arms outstretched in perfect form for receiving and Sho somehow managed to curl his legs inwards, so he managed to bounce straight out of Bo’s receive and into Omi’s waiting arms. And it was such a perfect receive! Sure, Bo could have bumped Sho slightly higher, but he was still high enough to be set. They refused to let me set him though. Omi caught him in a perfect bridal carry, and walked out with him, and looked at me like I was the non-existent dirt under his shoes and said with enough disgust to make weaker men cower, ‘Get your grubby hands away from our points-machine, Miya. You’ll just send him to the emergency room trying to pull off one of your fancy sets.’ Again, the audacity. But oh man, I want to try setting a person. I’m sure I can do it. I mean, I do lift weights and I am a setter after all, and if Bokuto can do it, so can I…”

His voice trails off as he gets lost in his fantasies, and you turn towards Osamu, only to see that he’s trying to suppress his giggles, slowly backing out of the room so as to avoid whatever is to come.

He isn’t quick enough.

~~~

“And that would be all. If you follow the aftercare instructions diligently, you’ll be fine in no time. And just to reiterate, do avoid taking more painkillers than necessary.”

“Thank you, Doctor.” With that, you get up, taking your prescriptions in your right hand, tenderly clutching your wrapped up left, to your chest. Your boyfriend murmurs his thanks too, as he follows you out of the room. You buy the prescribed medicines, and make your way to his car.

“Uuwwwahhhh y/n san, are you ok now? I got you chocolates to make you feel better. I was gonna get you a video of myself being received so you know how to position your body better, but Omi san said that it may make you more upset.” “And I was correct. Can you not see her pain?”

“Hey hey hey y/n! How did it feel to be set by the hottest setter in the V-league?” “Kageyama is the hottest setter Bokuto san!” “Then she can ask Kageyama to set her next time” “Again, can’t you two dumbheads see her pain?”

Next time?

Atsumu intervenes, having noticed your anger about to burst. “Hey guys, we appreciate your presence, but we really have to go home now. Y/n has to rest. We can talk tomorrow?”

The three nod, and you nod back to Sakusa, since he was the only one being (somewhat) considerate of your pain, as you climb into Tsumu’s car, all set for a long night of pain, apologies, more pain, and more apologies. You can hear the dumbass duo noising around outside, but you just lean your head back, text Osamu that you’re alright, and try to get some sleep. The air is thick with tension as your boyfriend drives you both back home.

~~~

Osamu refuses to “receive” you and send you to the setter, so Atsumu decides that it’s best for you to jump off a table and curl up into the cannonball position, so that he can “set” you directly. Osamu is responsible for catching you. Both of you protest, and of course, all protests go unheard and Samu gives up, knowing it’s easier to go along with his twin’s hare-brained ideas than to resist.

Secretly though, you know Samu is also a curious little shit who wants to see how well one of the best setters in the nation can set a person.

“If anything goes wrong, and that includes so much as my clothes getting dirty, if anything goes wrong Tsumu, you can consider yourself girlfriendless for life.”

He gulps at the very real threat in your tone, but undeterred, just says, “Nothing will go wrong, I promise. I am an expert.”

Samu and you just sigh, and Atsumu goes to adjust the camera as all of you get in position.

And before you know it, you are jumping off the picnic table as high as you can. Just as you squeeze your eyes shut, you see Miya Atsumu crouch down the way he does for particularly low passes, into the position that makes his thighs bulge and girls swoon. You feel his confident hands touch you firmly for a moment, and then you are tossed up, higher than you jumped before, and your eyes fly open to the sound of his delighted laugh.

The world is a blur as Osamu positions himself under you, and that’s when the panic hits. You flail, he slips, the world seems to slide around as you drag him down with you. You bring your hands under you to support yourself, and hear a sickening crunch as you land entangled with Osamu’s legs.

For a moment you just breathe, gladly noting that you are on the ground in the mortal plane, and not dead. And then the pain hits.

All that leaves your mouth is a whimper as your entire body turns its attention to the pinky finger on your left hand. It is bent at an unnatural angle, probably from having two grown-ass adults fall on it. You nearly throw up when you see something white covered with blood poking out at the bend.

An open fracture, your brain notes, while your breaths start coming out faster and faster, trying to keep up with the adrenaline still coursing through your veins, and the pain radiating from your finger into your whole hand.

There are voices babbling around you, and hands fluttering around in the periphery of your vision, and you vaguely register apologies. But your world is narrowed down to the bone peeking out of your finger, and you feel yourself start gasping for breath, each laboured breath choking on a sob. And then suddenly, familiar hands are taking yours in them, ignoring your scream, and your finger is loosely covered with white gauze, effectively blocking the gory spectacle. You notice that Tsumu’s hands are shaking as he holds up a water bottle to your lips.

An ice pack is pressed into your left hand and you hiss, but it immediately numbs the pain and you look up to see Osamu standing with another ice pack and your packed college bag, keys ready in hand. “Atsumu will drive you to the emergency room, it is faster than calling an ambulance. I was not hurt. I really am so, so sorry for dropping you, but we can talk later when you’re not in excruciating pain. Y/n, look at me. Focus. Does anything else hurt? Did you twist anything? Are you feeling dizzy or numb anywhere?”

You shake your head no, and Atsumu lets out a sigh. Your head whips towards him, and he avoids your gaze as he helps you up and into his car, strapping you into the passenger seat. The brothers discuss something more, and then you’re off into the night, your muted whimpers the only sound between you. His drives with one hand, his free hand clutching your uninjured one in a death grip.

~~~

“So, how bad does it hurt?”

It’s the first non-essential sentence exchanged between you two since you jumped off that damn cursed table. You consider just ignoring the question as your expression speaks for itself, but there is a tremble in his usually arrogant voice, and it sounds like he is on the verge of tears himself.

You turn towards him and sigh, and take his hand in yours again, and his eyes widen before he firmly fixes them to the road.

“Much less than earlier, it definitely helps that I can’t see the bone poking out anymore. Oh, and the painkillers definitely work. It is just a throb in the background for now, but it’ll get worse later.”

“Huh uh. You’re attending classes tomorrow? I can take the day off to give you company if you don’t.”

You sigh again. You notice that you’ve been sighing a lot today. You affirm that you will go to college because of “the damn attendance policy”. He hums in response and the silence resumes as you see your apartment complex around the corner. He parks the car.

“Since you are still holding my hand, does this mean that I will not be girlfriendless yet?”

He sees you narrow your eyes and adds hastily, “And honestly, technically, if one were to be very precise, one would say that Osamu would have caught the uhh, the tossee, beautifully had the tossee not panicked. Technically. In fact, technically, one would say that it was not even the setter’s fault, since his set was perfect. It was the, uh, the tossee who unnecessarily flailed about and caused him to lose balance. Technically only. I mean, I am not accusing you or anything of course. You are perfect. A Goddess. The best. Even as a ball, you are the best thing I have ever tossed. Truly. It was my fault. Totally.”

His voice trails off as your expression turns more incredulous with each word leaving his mouth, and he shuts himself up. He has the look of a man awaiting his death sentence. His usually perfectly-styled hair is mussed from all the times he has run his hands through it. His lips look like they are one bite away from bleeding. He’s wringing his hands, a nervous gesture you have never seen him make. His eyes look like they are going to spring tears any second, and his nose is twitching in anticipation of the tears.

You just sigh again and hold your arms open for a hug, and he collapses into you, threatening to take you down again as he sobs against your neck.

“I got so scared, y/n! I thought I had killed you! I know that I had no right being scared, since it was my idea in the first place and you were the one about to die, but I was so scared I couldn’t move. This was even worse than the time Samu dislocated his thumb trying to spike the shut bucket of balls I had set for him, and back then he had threatened to tell Ma about it.”

Before you have a chance to ask about that incident, he squeezes you tighter, musses your hair, and pulls back to look at you. His eyes are red and his nose is running and you can feel the wet patch against your neck. He holds your shoulders with both hands, and vows, “Never again y/n. Never again.” He takes your hand in his and leads you upstairs to your flat, as you finally give a small smile at the hard part of the night finally getting over.

~~~

“You thought the hard part of the night is over? Well, the hard part is just getting started,” he says, waggling his eyebrows as he shimmies out of his shorts, his glorious thighs on display. You groan at the terrible pun, but have no one to blame but yourself. After all, it was your idea to destress by having sex, and sex usually was accompanied by your ridiculous boyfriend’s ridiculous innuendoes.

“Nah ah, none of that,” is all the warning you get as he quite literally sweeps you off your feet and gently places you on the centre of the bed. Very slowly, he starts undressing you leaving kisses every time he exposes a new part of your body. Once he takes off your bra, he cups your breasts with a gleeful expression and you think of the time he likened them to “two small volleyballs I can smack around”. Before you bring up that incident, he turns his attention to your left hand, leaves a soft kiss on your palm, and carefully places it next to your head on the pillow. “Don’t wanna accidentally jostle it,” he explains.

He continues undressing you, one hand tracing your chest, circling your nipple. It slowly wanders down your ribs, counting each one to reach your belly, where he keeps it flat to hold you in place as you lift your hips up for him to remove your pants.

He slides off your jeans and your panties in one smooth motion, and nuzzles his face to your pelvis, leaving wet kisses from your navel to your thighs, and you wriggle impatiently in bed, wanting him to just stop treating you like a fragile piece of glass.

You bury your free right hand in his hair, and guide his face where you want it, right in between your thighs. He grins up at you and places one wet kiss on your clit, and you shiver at the heat that pass through your entire body. You stroke his face and he leans into your touch, before he pulls back and slowly inserts a finger inside you. His left hand comes up to hold your hand.

His index finger leisurely explores inside you, and soon he inserts another, now trying to stretch you out in earnest. His lips are steadily making their way down your labia and he tentatively licks a stripe along your perinium before he changes directions and attacks your thighs. His fingers find your g-spot and press, while his teeth nibble on the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. You squeeze his hand from the shock of pleasure that travels along your spine and moan something that sounds like his name. Satisfied, he leans back to admire his artwork, and you see a dark red bruise already starting to form.

Before you can complain about him going too slowly, he comes back up to kiss you, tongue dancing with your own, and inserts a third finger inside, now in a hurry to stretch you open. You smack his hand out of the way and finish the job yourself, giving him time to shrug off his clothes.

“C’mon Tsum, hurry up, I’m ready,” you pant, as he takes out a condom and lube from the drawer next to the bed. He hastily unrolls the condom along his length, and you take a moment to marvel at him, before you’re moving up to sit in front of his cock.

Not breaking eye contact with your boyfriend, you take his cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks out to take in as much as you can. Your right hand comes up to stroke along whatever you can’t fit in, and he gasps, his big, beautiful thighs quivering with each sensation passing through him. His hands are holding your waist to steady you, and he whines when you pull off him.

You smirk, and move to sit on his lap, and he gets the memo. He lifts you up, as you guide your sopping wet pussy down on his cock, and both of you moan as he fills you up. You pause for a second to kiss, and then jiggle your hips, indicating that you want to move. He keeps a hand on your waist to support you, the other splayed across your back, as you set an energetic pace. Not breaking the momentum, you lean in for a kiss and he meets you in the middle, fireworks bursting behind your eyes as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge. Next thing you know, Tsumu is biting your lip as he cums, and that is all the push you need to find your release. He continues stroking along your back, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you ride the aftershocks, and you slump into him, well and truly spent.

~~~

Afterwards, you find yourself dozing off on his lap, his hands stroking through your hair, as you finally relax after the long day you had today, knowing that tomorrow, Hinata will try to give you tips on how to be a better ball, Bokuto will try to make Atsumu admit that he is better at tossing people, and Sakusa will try to say that he is above them, but will probably give you finger pads or something for the next time you’ll be tossed.

You know that by now half the V-league has the video of Atsumu’s “failed” set, because in his panic at the hospital, instead of asking his teammates for help, he sent them the video.

You also know that at some point during the next few days, more volleyball freaks will try to set you, because you are the first person dumb enough to agree to being set. And each person will promise to do a better job than Tsumu; never mind that his set was perfect, and it was you that flailed about.

[nekofra]

HAIKYUU TIMESKIP GETTING ANIMATED

[hazyletter]

wondering if i should give it a shot and make a tkkg fic where the volleyball industry finds out that no they are not boyfriends, they are engaged. for two years actually. they were just waiting for tobio's contract in italy to be settled

at first, everybody started betting on who tobio's mysterious person really was, talking all about it on a groupchat with almost a whopping ¥200k at risk. being the irritating asshole that he is, kei goes along with it, not betting but 'speculating' with them ;

kei: all of you are actually so stupid, wow

hoshiumi: SHUT UP. you, who's supposedly tobio's best friend, doesn't even know who it is!!! you're useless 👹👹👹👹

kei: 🤷‍♂️

and when everyone finds out...

bokuto: TSUKIIIIIII!!!!

bokuto: WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS 😭😭😭😔😔😔😔

kei: LMAOOOOOOOOO

tadashi: OPEN YOUR FUCKING DOOR

shoyo: uh oh

atsumu: I KNEW SHOYO-KUN KNEW SOMETHING WHAT THE FUCK GIVE ME BACK MY 10K

kuroo: no takebacks, sorryyyyy

[yogurtkags]

❝ HUSH ❞ — sakusa kiyoomi

cw. f!reader, fluff, olympics au, athletic trainer!reader, timeskip characters, established relationship, secret marriage, language (omi swears like once), not beta read (sorry!) word count. ~ 1.6k

“japan’s outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi and newly revealed wife, athletic trainer y/n l/n, steals the spotlight in the city of love!”

@tetzoro's summer olympics collab

your eyes glance in his direction, letting it linger on his figure as the team settles down into their corner. he’s a little tense, understandably so– it’s his first time at the olympics, and with the pressure of the finals sitting on his shoulders, the nerves are showing, though carefully hidden behind his standard resting face that you can see through so well. the lights hanging along the ceilings of the south paris arena cast a tasteful warm glow along the contours of his face. despite the subconscious clenched jaw and slightly downturned lips that make you want to kiss the frown off so badly, there’s a shine in his eyes like no other.

the last few days have been pretty rough, of stiff beds, subpar food and sleeping without kiyoomi. you know he feels the same if the progressively increasing frequency of late night calls and texts are any indication. with the boys sharing rooms in twos amongst themselves and the rest of the team’s staff being housed in a separate wing of the building, falling asleep in his arms was a faraway thought since you arrived at the olympic village.

loml ♡ : miya snores so fuckin’ loudly i can’t handle this me : well it wouldn’t be the first time you’ve dealt with it baby loml ♡ : i still think we should’ve fought harder for us sharing a room

he drifts off into slumber easily after washing up and getting his fill of talking to you (never enough), the mental and physical fatigue of matches and practices in between taking a toll on his body, but for you, being wrapped in his warm embrace was the perfect recipe and vital to a good night's sleep. it’s safe to say that you haven’t been sleeping well for the past week.

it didn’t help that being sworn to secrecy about your relationship also meant that any interactions you had with him outside being the team’s athletic trainer was like treading on eggshells. it feels like you’re in high school again, sitting next to him in the dining hall during meal times with your clasped hands hidden under the table from watchful eyes, his thumb rubbing soft circles against the back of your hand or squeezing ever so often, as if to affirm his presence and silently reassure that i’m here.

it seems to be a trend lately for athletes to be active on their social media platforms, be it their team’s or just a personal account, recounting stories or even taking avid viewers through “a day in the life of an olympic athlete” — without looking too far, even miya jumped on the bandwagon, often seeing suna running around filming short clips of their shenanigans in free pockets of time during the day. you and kiyoomi talked about it before the season began, keeping any non-professional interactions to a minimum. there’s eyes everywhere and it’s better to be safe than sorry.

both of you are very private people, it was only natural that you preferred to keep your personal life and matters to yourselves behind closed doors. this ended up being a double-edged sword, because everyone wants to be all up in your business, especially kiyoomi who finds himself in the spotlight more often, being apart of the “young handsome eligible bachelors” of the MSBY 4 and now one of the most sought-after new additions to japan’s national team.

you on the other hand, were better known by twitter as “the pretty trainer” from the shweiden adlers and now the national team, standing next to another fan-favourite, iwaizumi hajime. thankfully your role is kept more so behind the scenes, checking on the players during games and making sure they remain in tip-top shape on and off the court.

being the quiet and brooding one amongst outgoing chatterboxes meant that the media would try to dig any information out of kiyoomi, but prying interviewers and prodding questions towards him and his love life were smoothly deflected and brushed aside, the boys even coming to his defense if anyone got too pushy with it, which you were beyond thankful for. not that they needed to most of the time, he’s known to be curt with his responses and quick to bring the topic back to the game, and no one likes a snappy sakusa anyway, many have learned this the hard way.

just months prior to the both of you getting called in to begin training for the olympics and before schedules start to pick up, you had a small private wedding in your hometown with just close friends and family, the ceremony kept under lock and key and tucked away from the public eye. it made it all the more intimate, more like a quiet gathering to celebrate your union than a grand spectacle, which suited you perfectly. the honeymoon hasn’t happened yet with the timing of everything, you’re saving it for post-season when you both can finally take a break and relax for a little while.

you won’t deny that there are some days where you wished that things were different, and that you could openly express your love for each other without scrutiny and attention being on you, but alas, that is to be expected as someone exposed to the public eye.

the olympics is your first public appearance as married individuals, not that anyone particularly cares about your status, their eyes instead zeroing in on kiyoomi and the chain around his neck carrying a shiny new silver band. it's safe to say that judging by the scowl on his face and the chatter buzzing around the front rows of stands as the team settles into their side of the court, his “mystery wife" is the new talk of the town.

when he comes over to you during timeout, his eyes meet yours bashfully as you hand him a bottle, fingers brushing against yours in an unspoken apology. you just smile and lightly pat his back as he turns to join the team huddle. there’s nothing to be sorry for, silly.

these little moments mean everything to you, even though it looks like nothing in the grand scheme of things. just being there with him and coming together with a shared passion even if it's in different fields of the broader spectrum of sport, fills you with a sense of happiness and content. watching him in his element and being able to support him on the sidelines through it all, you'd never trade that for the world.

and as you’re sitting at the edge of your seat with your bum hanging on for dear life, you lean forward with your hands pressed together, the top of your index fingers resting against the tip of your nose like a pseudo prayer. match point.

it feels like you’re watching the longest rally of your life and like a bad habit, your knee begins bouncing up and down in your nervousness and anticipation. iwaizumi too, is so engrossed in the play at hand that he doesn’t notice, or maybe he just doesn’t care enough in this moment to stop you with his usual slap to your thigh and a chiding comment, “stop it, even my grandma back in sendai can feel the tremours from your goddamn knees.”

with bated breath, you watch kageyama tosses one beautiful arc of a set to kiyoomi as he leaps into the air and makes contact with the ball.

with a powerful spike, he is a force to be reckoned with, sending the ball home as the opponents dive to save it, their arms hands and fingers stretching out in a last ditch attempt to connect and rescue the point, but to no avail. the ball lands with a harsh thud and as he stands tall above their groveling, the whistle blows and the crowds roar.

your arms instinctively raise in a cheer, and in the next moment they’re closed over your mouth, tears pricking your eyes as you stumble over your feet and scramble to get up. as the team rushes towards him with shouts of celebration, his eyes immediately dart in your direction, softening as he sees you dashing over. with knowing smirks and crescent moons for eyes, the boys follow his line of sight and give him firm slaps on the back, parting the hoard for you and giving just enough room for him to uncharacteristically swoop you up in his arms and crash his lips into yours, all caution thrown to the wind.

all the noise halts and time stands still, everything fades away and nothing else in the world matters in the moment, not the people, not the cameras, just the overwhelming rush of joy and pride, and love, oh love, swelling from the depths of your chest and your heart bursting at its seams.

your senses flood with everything kiyoomi, from the way the sweaty strands of his hair at the back of his neck feel on your fingertips, his cheeks dampening from your tears, the nudge of his nose against yours, and the press of his smile on your locked lips. he breathes out and you breathe him in, letting all of his being rest in the room in your heart saved specially for him, seeping into every corner of your soul.

when you inevitably pull apart for air, the current predicament doesn't exactly click in your mind just yet until he grabs your hand and pulls you into his side, shielding you from the onslaught of reporters and press looking to get a fresh scoop on the hottest piece of news. with blown out eyes, you look at him in a daze and disbelief, did that really just happen?

the smug smirk on his face says it all.

the matching silver bands on your finger and hanging around his neck, it was always there. for the longest time it was your little secret, and now a declaration of love and devotion — not even a shiny new gold medal could compare.

© yogurtkags. please do not repost, plagiarise, or translate my work.

[devilstruly]

PASS IT FORWARD

pairing - timeskip. kuroo tetsuro (shocking ik) x msby manager gn. reader

summarization - being co-workers (kinda) and more than friends with kuroo comes with its pros and cons

includes - mutual pining, pining at work, distractions at work, did i mention pining, msby 4 and all the shenanigans that come with them, etc.

a/n - i've been thinking about this the whole day and i need to get it out. kinda long whoops. hopefully you'll like it tho <3

It's around 5 pm when you're finally able to sit down on one of the benches by the court, your papers and notes disregarded in your bag. Propping your chin on your hand, you watch in amusement as Atsumu sets to Sakusa and the latter hits a perfect line-shot.

The blonde is undeniably talented, anyone can see it from a mile away, but in all your months of knowing him the awe you feel never seems to falter. Not to mention the outside hitter. The curly-haired objectively handsome outside hitter.

Most times, you question the higher forces when it comes to dealing with these four, but when you have time to sit and observe them it becomes very clear why they get the amount of attention they do. All of them have these amazing qualities that seem to just lure people in. And apparently a lot of people seem to share that sentiment.

Kuroo Tetsuro included.

-

It's around 6.30 pm when Kuroo finally steps out of the JVA's main building, the light breeze causing his bangs to sway to the right.

He immediately fishes his phone out of his coat pocket, ignoring all the other messages and immediately going to his contact list.

The whole day today he was drowning in work and didn't even have a chance to text you and tell you his proposal was approved. Sponsorships flooded in, arrangements had to be made, timings discussed, and so on and so forth.

While he awaits for the steady beeps to pass and your voice to replace them, he can't help the small smile on his face.

'Hey! Finally decided to leave?'

At the sound of your voice his smile inevitably widens and he has to bite his lip to suppress it even the tiniest bit.

'Yeah, someone has to do the extra work around here.'

'Not if you're not getting paid for it you don't.'

'You have a point. It's worth it though.'

'Is it?'

Kuroo can practically see the face you're making and the image has him completely forgetting about the cold outside.

He's so focused on the warmth spreading through him, as well as all the memories from a few hours prior, it takes him a moment to register you calling out his name.

'Kuroo? You there?'

He forces himself to take a deep breath.

'They approved it.'

-

'Oh my god! Tetsu! That's fucking amazing! Congratulations!'

His deep chuckle reverberates through your phone and the swarm of butterflies in your stomach increases tenfold.

'Thank you. We should celebrate, don't you think? Dinner's on me. Invite the guys and meet me at Miya's at 7.30.'

'Okay. See you soon.'

You hang up with pride radiating of off you, so much so that even Sakusa is intrigued by your sudden spirit uplifting.

'What was that about?'

Four familiar faces surround you as your arms fly up in the air, your grin rivaling Hinata's signature smile.

'Kuroo's pitch was approved!'

A series of positively shocked statements follow, but all you can focus on is the happiness cursing through your whole body.

-

The familiar layout of Onigiri Miya greets the five of you when you step through the front door, immediately spotting Kuroo occupying one of the bigger tables. He's laughing at something Suna is showing him on his phone and for a moment your world just stops.

His hair falls every which way, due to the amount of times he ran his hand through it probably, his tie is loosened and the first two buttons of his dress shirt are unbuttoned, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

And he's laughing. That horrible, loud, manic hyena laugh that has you nearly tripping over your own feet.

Everything about him is naturally beautiful, in ways you couldn't even begin to describe.

Not to mention his eyes. You could get lost in those forever. There's just something about the golden specs in them and the intensity in his gaze whenever it meets yours.

Like now.

When he looks up he finds you immediately, and if possible his grin widens. It's like his body has a mind of its own because before he knows it he's standing in front of you.

'Hi.'

'Hi.'

Atsumu rolls his eyes somewhere behind you, the action earning him a slap on the back of his head by his brother, but you can't be bothered by anything besides Kuroo.

'I'm so proud of you, Tetsu!'

Your arms envelop him in a flash and he prays you don't feel the speed of his heartbeat.

Like a puzzle, when his own arms wrap around your form it feels like a perfect fit that neither of you wants to break. Unfortunately, you eventually do, but make no effort to move further.

God those eyes.

'Get a room already!'

Atsumu's shout breaks you both out of your trance, flushed cheeks and sheepish smiles.

'Before we start, I have an announcement.'

All attention falls onto the tall man who doesn't seem at all fazed by it, another thing you admired about him.

'You all...'

He makes a long pause for dramatic effect, which earns him a slap on the arm from you.

'...Are looking at the new Special Chief of PR Department at JVA.'

'Wait, seriously?!'

'Mhm.'

The table errupts in cheers and claps and you, once again, feel that fulfilling surge of pride when you look at him.

'You're fucking amazing.'

You shake your head with fondness. Fondness that Kuroo senses when he looks at you.

Under the dim lights of Osamu's restaurant, you admire the sharpness of his jawline, the curve of his nose, the way his stupidly messy hair covers half of his right eye...And too caught up in him, you fail to notice his eyes unable to pull away from your lips.

He was already standing close, you two never seemed to care for personal space, but he takes a step closer for good measure. It seems to have the desired effect when your eyes snap up to meet his, the corner of his lips tugging upwards ever so slightly.

'Do you mind if I-'

His voice is barely above a whisper but you cut him off with a nod and zero second thoughts.

'Please do.'

The moment your lips meet it's officially game over.

It's just you two in the world, no customers, no pro-athletes throwing comments in the background, just him.

[jesswritesthat]

Bokuto Kōtarō: Misunderstanding

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.5k, fluff

• Bokuto likes you, but gets the completely the wrong idea. You’re fine being friends though, right? A MSBY beach training session will sort that out.

Warnings: None

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Being surrounded by rowdy division 1 volleyball players wasn't how you expected it to be, you'd expected their level of professionalism to be carried over into their everyday lives - but this was not the case. Gladly so, honestly.

They were chaotic and mischievous, oblivious and loving, with a shenanigan never too far away. This was especially true for Bokuto, the wing Spiker who you'd become undeniably close with.

It was no secret he'd felt the same, always greeting you first and walking you home if you remained after his false promises of 'one more'.

MSBY could see it plain as day, though Bokuto had insisted you were only one of his best friends, there was a growing attraction imbued to his actions. How his gaze softened upon seeing you, how he'd memorised your boundaries so he could utilise physical contact, and how he'd effortlessly fit into your everyday life.

The teasing of his current teammates was swiftly dismissed as a joke however, when he received a visit from a particular nutritionist that seemed to shatter everyones' perceptions. Yukippe and Bokuto spent the entire visit by one another's side leaving you all to simply get on with your respective jobs bar a few interactions.

"So you're pretty close with (L/n)-san huh?"

Shirofuku Yukie observed, the former manager of Fukurōdani - a team Bokuto truly cherished and would enthusiastically talk to you about late into the night and then profusely apologise for keeping you out so late whilst walking you home or preparing his bed for you to crash in. Yet every time, the love never faded.

It meant Yukie, like the rest of the team, was special to him.

"Didn't you hear me tell you the last 10 times Yukippe? We're not together, only friends and that's it - right (Y/n)?" He'd called after you for support when you'd walked past, yourself heaving a dejected sigh when answering and leaving the room.

"Platonic with a capital P."

The nutritionist seemed a little deflated by your deadpan response and lack of flustering to her claims as you disappeared through the gym doors, having hoped you'd felt the same attraction as her old Ace clearly did to you.

"Friends don't... you don't look at your friends like that Kōtarō. Not once did you ever look at Fukurōdani like that." Yukie pleadingly justified, both former Fukurōdani members outcast from the speculation regarding them.

"I know... but I can't help it." Bokuto hummed hopelessly, the truth making his emotions even more jarring. "I'd date them in a heartbeat, honestly."

"Then why don't you birdbrain?"

"Eh?! Because I can't! They're just not into... I mean they..." He froze again, this time due to his uncertainty about personal specifics being public knowledge - you'd scolded him on not thinking before he speaks multiple times, and this was one of those times. "They're... just a friend."

———

It was the day you dreaded, the MSBY Jackals had decided to head out to the beach to try an unorthodox form of training recommended by Hinata. The man had experience as a beach volleyball player and suggested playing on sand had increased both his power and balance for on court matches also.

So here you stood, watching a bunch of physically fit pro athletes in swimwear play varying matches of beach volleyball. You'd crafted a necessary regime though and prepared everything required, and it seemed your team were surprised by your less formal appearance (as you're fairly certain this trip wasn't entirely for training purposes considering they'd reserved a chunk of their schedule for swimming and such).

As expected they'd garnered a fair bit of admiration but you remained oblivious to the attention you were getting, even if the team were protectively aware. All the more amusing when Bokuto noticed it too, overhearing a nearby strangers comment along the lines of "...really hot, I'll try to talk to them when they’re finished and I get the chance." directed toward you.

It was no surprise (to the team) when their resident loud mouth decided to make an overly showy entrance.

"Then we can work on— argh the hell?" You pulled the MSBY track jacket from your head, revealing a bemused team and happy-go-lucky Bokuto walking backwards presenting himself with arms wide.

"Don't want you damaging your skin in the sun!" A double thumbs up and cheesy grin was sent your way courtesy of the spiker much to your chagrin. Is this how that Akaashi guy felt catching jackets all the time?

Regardless you put it on, resuming your informative update and even when you were done, you missed the unanimous smirks of the team due to having no interruptions despite having the chance.

MSBY had taken a brief break in the sea / sunbathing and to your expectancy there was a commotion in the water, having used your hand as shade to see you immediately regretted doing so. Kōtarō had stepped out of the ocean, muscles dripping and hair unfairly framing his face with a bright grin on his features. You hated this job, you hated this job, god dammit why?! Naturally he was greeted by two beautiful women and you're certain they'd complimented him and asked a question but he strolled right past them - only then did you realise his gaze was locked on you.

In a second a finger gently lifted your chin and you were met with the most beautiful sight you'd ever seen in your life, the sunlight highlighting his skin only disabling your thoughts further.

"Hey hey hey! What are you staring at (Y/n)? You zoned out."

"Uh— I, breathtaking..." You'd breathed it in way that caught Kōtarō off guard, amber irises analytically scanning your eyes, then lips, prior to turning to the horizon which snapped you back to reality.

"Yeah it is an incredible view huh?" He'd moved to stand by your side now, hands proudly on his hips.

"Yeah the view." A pause, then a glare. "Kōtarō those women...!"

"He really doesn't have eyes for anyone else does he?" Hinata chuckled, watching the scene unfold alongside Atsumu.

"Nah, (Y/n) is the only one who doesn't realise though."

They overheard your faint protest of how 'women were trying to talk to him and he shouldn't have just ignored them like that' but Bokuto seemed to happily dismiss it.

"Why so mad? Did you think they were pretty? I can introduce you if you want (Y/n)?" His reply was questionable, and once Bokuto had gone over to (an eavesdropping) Atsumu and Hinata (who were definitely flustering him about something) you fell into thought.

You'd seen Atsumu address most who tried to flirt with him, the same with the other players, but the fact Bokuto had just ignored them was strange. Normally he enjoyed praise after matches, or any time really. Maybe he'd reached his limit today?

You didn’t have time to further ponder it though when you were interrupted by the aforementioned trio - Bokuto hailing your attention.

“Hey (N/n)! We’re gonna have another game, will you be my partner?”

“Did you run out of teammates? Or did Sakusa say no?”

“No! Jeez, I wanted you to set for me is that such a crime?” Bokuto jokingly pouted, yourself only shaking your head in bemusement.

“I’m in, makes sense to put the two Spikers on different teams.”

“Sure. That’s why Bokkun asked.” Atsumu muttered under his breath, received a chiding jab to his side courtesy of the owl.

———

It was a late practice tonight but you believed the beach trip a week ago had imbued them with motivation. As the final practice match came to an end, the team prepared to head off separately. However, Meians’ partner had come for him today and you regretfully found yourself admiring the pair - how she’d brought food for him, and waited to go home together.

A defeated sigh escaped you, and only then did you take note of the presence beside you.

"Are you thinking about trying whatever they were eating?" Kōtarō spoke, gym bag over his shoulder having followed your direction of sight.

"Sorta? Well more like... no it's stupid." You embarrassingly waved it off, starting toward the exit when a gentle grip clasped your wrist.

"I'll still listen, stupid is more fun. Plus now I'm hungry."

You watched as he planted himself on the bench, a competitive aura about him that said 'I’m not moving until you tell me' and who were you to deny the person who was walking you home.

"Well, I was just thinking about going out with someone but I don't think it's in the cards for me." Your calm nature and words seemed to surprise him, Bokutos' eyes widening slightly and for a second you swore he was contemplating more than usual.

"You're really awesome, you know that right?" You turned to him now, completely puzzled whilst he continued. "Anyone would be so lucky to have you, I'd be ecstatic, so try to see yourself how I see you."

"If you see me so positively, maybe you should just date me yourself Kōtarō." You jokingly laughed along with that accompaniment when he abruptly stood up with renewed determination.

"I would! I love you as a friend anyway and I've liked you for ages, but I can't."

"What? I thought you liked Shirofuku hence why you were telling her we were just friends." You facepalmed, but reiterated your point of view to aid with his understanding.

"No I— I thought you were only into girls!"

…

There was a mortified silence, like the whole gymnasium had heard this and decided to tune in to listen. You're almost certain you heard Atsumu choke.

"Since when?! Where did you even get the idea?"

“Huh? I dunno, overheard ‘Tsum ‘Tsum mention it once, and you’ve never been bothered by male attention so I didn’t pry.”

“And you believed Miya Atsumu?!” You swear you heard the entire remaining team unanimously facepalm, grumbling curses under their breath despite Miyas’ hopeless protest.

“You gotta trust your teammates right? But when you put it like that…” Bokuto looked sheepish, despite his adamant defence of his setter which only left you laughing out loud.

“What’s so funny? It was a misunderstanding, I didn’t treat you differently and love you all the same no matter who you like.”

You paused, sighing hopelessly with a soft smile matching your new tone.

"Kōtarō, I like you."

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[ Masterlist ]

[miyasstan]

MSBY Sakuatsu shenanigans!!!

When it's Atsumu's turn to serve he would say, "This one is for you, Omi ;)"

And would successfully miss skks

Kiyoomi: exasperated, endeared, amused 🤦

[shepardshepard]

Saw that twt post and thought BokuAtsu. MSBY shenanigans yknow.

[khship910]

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[fanfic-chan]

Haikyuu Masterlist

A Mischievous Senpai

Ler!Noya/Lee!Hinata

Cleanup Shenanigans

Ler!Tanaka/Ler!Noya/Lee!Kageyama

All Out

Ler!Suga/Ler!Tanaka/Ler!Noya/Lee!Hinata

The Best Gift

Ler!Suga/Lee!Kageyama

Miss Mochi

Switch!Kageyama/Switch!Hinata

Through Thick And Thin

Switch!Daichi/Switch!Suga/Switch!Asahi

Two Idiots And Their Babysetters

Ler!Kuroo/Ler!Bokuto/Lee!Akaashi/Lee!Kenma

MSBY Antics

Ler!Bokuto/Ler!Atsumu/Ler!Hinata/Lee!Sakusa

An Observant Senpai

Ler!Asahi/Lee!Kageyama

Hoodwinked

Ler!Karasuno/Lee!Kageyama

Should've Just Run

Ler Tendou/Lee!Semi

Drawn On

Ler!Kageyama/Lee!Hinata

Death Spot

Ler!Ennoshita/Ler!Hinata/Lee!Kageyama

Competition

Ler!Daichi/Ler!Kuroo/Ler!Oikawa/Lee!Kageyama

Surprise

Ler!Hinata/Lee!Kenma

Games

Ler!Kageyama/Lee!Hinata

Decorations and Laughter

Ler!Hinata/Lee!Yamaguchi

[bizarreother]

adlers trio shenanigans pt.2

this trio consist of : kageyama, ushijima and hoshiumi

because of popular demands on their tiktok account, they started a youtube channel

some of their videos are : “moving out”, “learning how to do ballet”, “daily vlogs” or “going clubbing”

for april fools, they published a video called “schweiden adlers secret training plan” and it was just a clip of them looking though the camera with no emotion

i feel like they started doing some pranks to their team because why tf would they suspect tobio and wakatoshi

they also started to do pranks on other teams during competitions

they put vodka in someone water bottle during a practice (official match they are rule follower for volleyball)

switched out nicollas (nico’s) uniform shorts for some comically small ones those brazilian cheeks will never get in those

they deactivated the MSBY 4 hotel room cards with a magnet so they were locked out of their room after a convention

sometimes when only one person (atsumu) is looking at them, they’ll start doing random shit like dabbing and other stuff

the whole adlers team have weekly supper

they are usually hosted by Romero (he ends up quite frequently dancing on a table… completely drunk) ((one time ushijima joined him and they nearly fell off))

the whole team also ABSOLUTELY baby Kageyama because he’s the youngest, he kinda loves it

that man always get a lil more of extra food, people will help him carry his bags (not that he needs it) when leaving for a match aboard, he gets head pats

they call tobio baby and toshi big guy , for kōrai, he gets a bunch of different one depending on his mood

they started calling them like that because they heard Miwa and they liked it sm the team stole it from her

that’s all for tonight, good bye

[sassycheesecake]

A/N: Hi everyone! This is a request from one of my readers! The request was to write the „Dream A Little Of Me“ in the male reader perspective. Also, instead of the manager, the reader is the Athletic Trainer for the MSBY Jackals. Hope you guys like it! Enjoy <3

genre: a lil‘ angst, fluff, smut in the beginning

warnings: sex dream, male masturbation, cursing

Shūgo Meian x Reader “Dream A Little Of Me”

“Oh (Y/N)... that feels so good… yeah j-just like that. Holy shit! O-Ohh…” Meian moans heavily with your wandering touches.

His broad chest rises and falls fast, his mind is all over the place.

Your skilled tongue swirls around the head of his long cock, making it twitch with need and he blissfully pants as precum starts dripping from the tip.

”(Y/N) please… stop teasing me… I want to fuck you so bad.” Meian tangles his hand in your hair and tugs on it occasionally. His other hand fists the sheets of the bed.

You willingly let go of his cock, making a ‘pop’ noise as you retreated from his form.

A mix string of saliva and precum connects your wet lips and his tip and Meian throws his head back in satisfaction, trying to calm his breathing.

Looking at him with a glint in your eyes, you crawl onto his lap, placing each leg next to his waist.

Meian stares at you with flushed cheeks, a small smile growing on the corner of his lips.

Placing your hands to rest on his ripped abdomen, you begin to sit down on him with a dreamy sigh, feeling him stretch your insides out.

Gasping at his enormous size, he too, moans shakily at the feeling of your tight hole squeezing him.

”Hah, hah. Gosh you feel amazing!”, scrunching his face in gratification, he places his giant hands on your hips, grasping them tightly, surely leaving marks.

Meian opens his eyes and looks at you with pure love and adoration.

”(Y/N)… I love y-“ , Meian’s voice stops suddenly and you hear your annoying alarm going off.

You wake up with a startling gasp, scooching back and moving to sit up against your headboard as you try to calm your breathing and your racing heart. Your hair is slightly sweaty, no doubt about the stimulation you felt in your dream. It felt so real.

Unbelievable, this is now the third time you dreamed about the MSBY’s Captain like this.

Rubbing your hands over your face, you groan in sexual frustration as you replay the images in your head over a naked Shūgo Meian confessing his feelings for you.

Looking down, you see your boner pressing up against your dark bed sheets, a small wet spot marks the sheet.

‘Great.‘ You think to yourself as you slowly reach for your hard member, thinking about the raven-haired Middle Blocker and Captain.

Just everything about that guy is perfect. His smile, his stature, his personality, he’s just a dream come true.

As a Captain of a Pro Volleyball team, he is strict with his teammates and is not afraid to scold three certain rascals for their shenanigans (every day) from time to time.

As the Athletic Trainer of MSBY, you just graduated from the Hardin-Simmons University in Texas.

They offer one of the best Athletic Trainer programs, moving there after you graduated High School in Tokyo.

You remember your first day with the Jackals, as if it happened yesterday.

It was an early Monday morning five months ago and you being nervous to meet the team was an understatement.

Standing in front of the gym doors of the official training hall of the MSBY Black Jackals in Osaka, your trembling hands reach for the door handle and you push it open with ease, having built a sturdy and strong frame after years of working on your body.

The first thing you notice is the smell.

It’s a mix between sweat, lemon and a faint hint of ‘Dark Temptation’ Axe deodorant spray.

Your eyes find the team, playing a three-on-three match, not noticing yet that you have walked in.

Coach Foster hears you first and he tells his team to take a small break while he talks to you.

After saying those words, the team finally looks at you and it’s making you feel small.

Even though you’re not the smallest person, their massive height DO intimidate you.

“Thank you for your application, I am guessing you’re (Y/L/N) (Y/F/N). Correct?” Foster asks you.

You bow deep in respect, confirming his question.

“Nice to meet you sir, yes I am.”

Foster nods, telling you they already did warm ups for about 30 minutes with a 15 minute jog round in the gym hall. Now they were just doing a small session until you arrived.

The Coach gathers the team around, telling them to introduce themselves.

After each introduction of the team members, Meian, the last one on the left, speaks up and introduces himself.

While hearing his deep voice, you barely listen to what he’s saying, too distracted by his body and gorgeous face.

Feeling your heartbeat go a little faster than usual, you try to snap out of your trance, thankfully being successful with it before anyone notices you checking out the team captain.

When the ravenette is done talking, he flashes you a dazzling smile, almost sending you into cardiac arrest.

Now, the first few weeks weren’t so bad.

You helped the team with their stretches, correcting their forms, delivering medical care if necessary, monitoring athletic events, obviously watching their practices from the side and giving out tips so they avoid injuries during real matches and practice matches.

You’re with the team three times a week, each time you can’t help but watch Meian a little more than the others.

The way his jersey sticks to his big torso, the way you help him stretch by touching his back when you feel his strong back muscles, whenever he wipes the sweat off of his face with his shirt, you can see his abs and holy shit what you wouldn’t do to actually feel them and not just dream about touching them.

Still, you need to stay professional about this because it’s your job and your attraction unfortunately only grew with time.

It happened like two months ago when you started your deep and strong crush on the raven-haired man intensified.

Almost every day after work, your brain gathers the memory as if it happened yesterday.

Everyone was done with training, headed straight to the showers and left the volleyball gym in a hurry. Or so you thought.

It was around 18:00 and training officially ended 30 minutes ago. Guessing that all the players have already left since it was so quiet, you wanted to shower as well since you were meeting up with a local friend from town. Since time was too close to the meet up, you wouldn’t have had time to go home, shower, change and drive into town again.

Noticing the door was still unlocked, you didn’t think much of it, simply deciding that Meian forgot to lock the room after he left, since he and the coach are the only ones with a key to the lockers.

When you entered the still light up locker room you didn’t expect a half-naked Meian to be standing in front of his locker with just a white fluffy towel wrapped around his waist.

Your eyes followed the water droplets as they ran down on the massive muscles on his torso and stomach, watched as they got soaked into the towel.

Meian turned his head in your direction and stared at you in shock but it was more the curiosity than shock that showed on his face.

After a few seconds, you felt an extraordinary heat blow up on your face and you let out a small squeak as you turned around and left as quickly as you entered.

Meian stared dumbfounded at the door where you left and heard a small amount of apologies getting quieter and quieter.

He just chuckled at your behavior and resumed changing.

‘Oh God, oh God, oh God! You just burst into the locker room with a half-naked Meian still standing there, what must he think of me?!’

Well you can forget about meeting up with your friend since you can cross out the thought of having a shower before meeting up. Exiting the doors of the gym hall, the cold air surprisingly makes it easier to breathe, helping your blushing face to calm down as well.

Once Meian was done changing, he saw you waiting outside and it was pouring down.

Wanting to clear the awkward air after the embarrassing encounter, he approached you and offered to drive you home but as soon your ears picked up on his voice, your eyes were wide and you told him off, saying you were going to miss the train to meet up with a friend.

Meian tried to stop you but you were already sprinting to the train station in the rain saying you were going to be fine on your own.

The Middle Blocker stared sadly after your retreating form and kicked a trash can over in frustration. The loud bang of the trash can falling down on the pavement echoed in the silent night.

Some of the trash landed on the floor and after he heaved out a deep sigh he picked up the trash and put it back in before he went home.

Meian has been developing feelings for you ever since you started and those feelings only started to grow the more time he spent talking to you. And now he thinks he blew his chance of getting closer to you. He purposely pretended to have troubles with some muscles, so you’d come over and put your strong hands on him, to feel the pressure of your muscles on his own, inwardly making the Middle Blocker sigh in bliss whenever he would feel the heat of your skin on his own.

Ever since that incident, you have been avoiding him like a pest. Always walking in a different direction whenever he is near, not talking to him any way except when it’s absolutely necessary, it’s almost driving him insane.

When he needed help with a stretch, you started to wear gloves and your voice sounded cold, almost apathetic when you talked to him.

Meian thought he had a good relationship with you but your sudden strange and distant behavior makes him think you had a change of heart.

He honestly thought you liked him the same way he liked you. Maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him but nonetheless he decided to leave you alone.

His teammates notice the relationship change between you two, making it feel like two parents who had a bitter divorce because the other one got custody over the children.

Inunaki and Tomas notice it first when they have a small three-on-three match together after an intense training match.

They both take a drink from their water bottles, wiping the sweat off of their necks with towels, watching you write something down on your notepad before packing up your stuff.

Helping them with the clean up, you gather the towels and put them into the washing basket.

Then they watch you pick up the scattered volleyballs around the court and Meian is about to grab the one you’re about to pick up when your eyes make contact with his dark ones.

For a moment, neither of you say anything, simply staring at each other.

All of sudden, you straighten up and walk around him with a neutral expression on your face, still not saying anything, beginning to drop the volleyballs into the wagon.

Meian’s remorseful gaze follows your figure and he breathes out slowly and closes his eyes, grabbing the ball with his hands and throws it into the volleyball cart.

Inunaki nudges Tomas with his elbow, gaining the Middle Blocker’s attention.

“Did something happen between Cap and (Y/N)?” He questions him.

Tomas looks at you and then Meian, before he answers with a clueless shrug of his shoulders.

“Don’t know about Cap but I just feel like (Y/N) is lately more quiet than usual.”

“Yeah but like a couple of weeks ago, they were talking so much and seemed really friendly towards each other. Then just like that-”, he snaps his fingers, “they act like complete strangers.”

Tomas thinks for a few moments before he decides to speak up again.

“Maybe something DID happen between them that causes them to behave like that. I mean look at them, they are acting like they’ve never interacted with one another.”

Atsumu appears and joins their conversation. He rests his sweaty arm on Inunaki’s shoulder as he leans against him.

“What we talkin’ ‘bout?” the sandy-blonde asks and Inunaki grimaces at the gesture but doesn’t shrug him off.

Tomas begins to answer.

“We’ve just been talking about how Meian and (Y/N) have been acting differently toward each other. Almost like there’s a visible tension hanging in the air.”

Atsumu grins at that, not being able to refrain the next words from spilling out.

“Ya think they fucked? Maybe he didn’t give ‘im a good time and he tries ta avoid ‘im cuz of it.” The Setter laughs.

The Libero and Middle Blocker’s faces change into disbelief and disgust and Inunaki shrugs Atsumu off.

“Meian doesn’t strike me as the type to just sleep with someone to get their dick wet. Unlike you of course.” Tomas grins cheekily at Atsumu and he scowls at him.

“Fuck off.” The blonde man spits at him before walking off.

Inunaki shakes his head at their behavior and looks back at you.

You’re looking troubled, almost sad as you collect the towels together from Bokuto and Hinata as they hand you their black towels as well.

The energetic duo seems to notice your expression and their smiles drop immediately as they ask you what is troubling you with concerned faces.

You just shake your head and wave them off, walking away to resume packing up the rest of your stuff to go home.

Hinata and Bokuto share a look of worry but leave you be.

The Wing Spikers walk into the direction of the locker room of the MSBY Jackals followed by the rest of the teammates.

Inunaki and Tomas both agree that they should ask their Captain in the locker rooms about his and your tense body language and silent treatments lately.

Coach Foster has also noticed your change of attitude as well, your usual cheerful expression replaced by a dark cloud of sadness looming over you.

Walking over to you, he tries to indulge in a talk with you.

”(Y/N)? You okay? The guys didn’t say anything mean or inappropriate to you did they?” Foster starts.

Startled by his sudden voice, you turn around to him with a small smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes.

“Y-Yeah I am fine, having some private trouble sir.”

He purses his lips at your answer and advises you to leave the trouble at home and not bring it to work.

Accepting his advice you apologize for your behavior and you promise him to be in a better mood tomorrow.

~ At the same time in the locker room ~

The team members of MSBY are all freshly showered, getting dressed and ready to go home.

Meian rubs his head dry with a towel and Tomas and Inunaki share a quick glance before nodding to each other.

Tomas clears his throat and Meian whips his head and his direction with an arched eyebrow.

“Yeah? Did you need something?” Meian asks him.

“Uhh…” , he begins.

Tomas turns his head to look at Inunaki and he just sends him a thumbs up with an unsure smile as encouragement.

Meian looks at Inunaki, back to Tomas and begins to get slightly irritated at his teammate’s behavior.

”Well?” Meian starts to get impatient and Tomas is not used to this side of him.

“Inunaki and I were wondering if something happened between you and (Y/N). We just feel like you had such great chemistry with him and it’s like the next day, you’re acting like you don’t know each other.”

Bokuto, Hinata, Atsumu and even Sakusa slow down their movements, quite intrigued by what the raven-haired Middle Blocker has to say.

Meian stops for a second, pondering what to say.

”I don’t know.” He begins.

“You know when I had to stay behind to clean the mess you guys left in the locker room? (Y/N) saw me while I was there. He’s been distant since.” The spiky black-haired Middle Blocker explains.

Questions started flowing through the room immediately, not acknowledging the fact that Meian was pissed about the dirty laundry that they left on the floor for him to clean up.

”Woah, did he see you naked??” Wide golden eyes stare in amazement at Meian.

“Did he confess his undying love to you or something?” Hinata suggests with stars in his eyes.

“Please tell me you didn’t have sex with him in here, I am going to kill you if you did.” Sakusa scrunches his face in disgust and anger.

” Or was it yer size that was disappointin’?” Atsumu teases with a shit-eating grin.

Meian looks at his team and puts on his MSBY sweats, only giving one answer.

”No we didn’t do anything inappropriate, he just saw me in a towel and ran out like the room was on fire.”

Silence, followed by some laughter from Atsumu’s and Bokuto’s side.

“Is that it? Then why do you look so down about it?” Barnes finally joins the group, already dressed and ready to go.

Meian blows air through his nose, looking at Barnes with tired eyes.

“I like him. A lot. Maybe more than I’d care to admit. But now I feel like I ruined my chances with him.”

Atsumu leans against the locker next to Meian’s and starts taunting him.

”Awww he too shy to admit he wants yer dick? Is that why ya been so pissy lately bro?”

Meian doesn’t look at Atsumu and puts on a fresh new shirt from his locker.

Still ignoring his teammates, he puts his bag over his shoulder and leaves the locker room without a word of goodbye, slamming the door on his way out.

Everybody gapes at the Captain’s reaction, if you could even call that a reaction and turn to glare at their Setter.

Atsumu is aware of everyone’s eyes on him and he just says cluelessly with wide eyes “What?” when he glimpses in the round.

Bokuto’s excited deep voice breaks the silence.

”I think they’re SO cute together!” Bokuto puts his hands over his heart and sighs dreamily.

”So do I! Maybe we can convince them to talk together!” Hinata suggests.

“Are you serious? Are you going to play matchmaker?” The curly dark-haired Outside Hitter asks Hinata in a ridiculous tone when he puts on a fresh mask from his bag.

“Omi you should totally participate! Consider this a team building exercise!“ Bokuto beams.

“Yeah Omi-Omi! Join the group of ‘Match made in Heaven’!” Atsumu adds.

“No.” Sakusa says bluntly and leaves the locker rooms without another word.

”I don’t think we should snoop our noses in their mess. They are both adults after all, they need to sort this out themselves.” Barnes swings his bag over his shoulder and bids his teammates goodbye.

Tomas, Atsumu, Bokuto, Inunaki and Hinata are the only ones left now in the changing room.

“Well you can definitely count us in.“ Inunaki smiles at his teammates with a supportive thumbs up and a wide grin, while Tomas just nods his head in agreement with a small smile on his face.

“Awesome! Let operation ‘Jackal Love‘ spring into action!“ The white-haired boasts his fists in the air with a massive grin on his excited face.

“Shōyō, text ‘im ta meet ‘us’ tomorrow at the local bar in town, yannow the one that’s called ‘Cloudhouse’ or something like that? He’ll probably answer ya unlike the rest of us. Besides Bokkun, ya have da best connection with ‘im.” Atsumu puts the word ‘us’ in a quotation with his fingers.

Hinata takes out his phone and starts to write the message to you, while the remaining MSBY members peeking over his shoulder to read what he types down.

~ Back to you ~

You walk your way home in the cold dark to the train station without saying goodbye to the team, listening to ‘On My Own’ by Ashes Remain.

Sitting in the cold train wagon, you hide your face into your thick black hoodie, trying to stay warm.

You feel a vibration in the pocket of your jacket, signaling you got a text. Grabbing the phone out, you unlock it to open the message from Hinata.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:48 <

‘(Y/N)!!! We are all going out to the bar

tomorrow night! We wanted to invite you to come along! 😃’

> You 17:50 <

‘Sorry Shōyō. I am usually pretty tired after work, maybe another time.’

Hinata pouts at your answer, showing the others your reply.

“Be a lil‘ bit more persistent bro!“ Atsumu tells Hinata.

Hinata thinks for a moment, before he starts typing again.

> Ninja Shōyō 17:51 <

‘Awww c’mon! 😭😭 Bo and I will be very sad otherwise! 🥲’

Thinking for a few moments, you actually agree. You haven’t been out in a while and the constant hiding from Meian has been tiring you out.

> You 17:59 <

‘Alright. Okay. What time and where?’

> Ninja Shōyō 18:00 <

‘Let’s say 19:00 @Cloudhouse!!’

> You 18:01 <

‘👍🏻’

When the rest of the MSBY Jackals read your message they all cheer loudly and text their Captain to be there at the same time.

~ The next day ~

It’s 18:15 and Coach Foster decided to let everyone go home early today since it’s Friday. Atsumu took care of the reservation, paying extra so the two of you don’t have to deal with too much of a crowd.

The operation “Jackal Love” starts now. The matchmakers except Meian, you and the non-participant Sakusa, know about their hooking-up-plan.

As everyone gets ready to go home, Hinata and Bokuto have been excited all day long, getting on Sakusa‘s nerves.

Once Meian hits the showers, Sakusa walks over to Hinata with an aggravated scowl.

“Will you stop it?! Your constant twitching and giddiness is getting on my nerves!“

Sakusa‘s foul mood doesn’t scare Hinata in the slightest.

”Ahhh I am sorry I can’t! I am so excited for (Y/N) and Meian’s secret date tonight!” The orange haired Wing Spiker gloats.

Sakusa’s scowl changes into disbelief and he whips his head into Bokuto’s and Atsumu’s direction.

”You’re joking right? You didn’t seriously set those two up for tonight.“ The Outside Hitter hisses at them.

“Why not? It’s ‘bout damn time somethin’ happened between ‘em. I cannot take their sexual tension anymore.“ Atsumu defends.

Sakusa scoffs in disgust and leaves the locker room to go home. Before he exits the room though, Bokuto calls after him.

“Omi! I will keep you updated on the lovebirds!“

Sakusa doesn’t reply and closes the door.

Inunaki waves his teammates over in a hurried manner and the rest gets changed quickly before moving over to their Libero.

“Okay guys, Meian will be out of the showers in a little bit, we only have a few minutes. So here’s the plan again. Meian and (Y/N) will meet each other at the Cloudhouse in about 45 minutes. What are you all going to say or write in the group chat when the clock strikes 19:00?“ Inunaki asks in the round.

“Samu needed help movin’ somethin’.“ Atsumu answers easily.

“The new Call of Duty Game came out and Bokkun and I forgot to pick it up and we only have today to pick it up before they send it back!“ Hinata adds.

“Tomas twisted his ankle in the subway and I need to drive him home.“ Barnes sighs while crossing his arms over his chest.

Inunaki nods happily with every answer, giving his own reply after Barnes‘ answer.

“Great! Now let’s all get out of here!“ The light-haired Libero shoos the rest of the team out, except Meian who just turned the shower off.

Walking into the locker room with a black towel around his waist, Meian notices that it’s deadly quiet.

Not thinking much of it, he changes into a long-sleeved black polo shirt along with a pair of black ripped jeans and black-and-white All Star sneakers.

Spraying some ‘Dark Temptation’ on him, he finishes packing his bag and heads out towards his car.

Noticing that some of the cars of the players are gone, Meian thinks that his teammates are already on their way to the bar.

After 15 minutes, Meian arrives in front of the colorful LED sign that reads ‘CLOUDHOUSE’’ in cursive writing.

What’s weird though is, that no members of the Jackals are in front of the building.

The building’s lights are on and he sees some people walking around and getting inside but he doesn’t see any familiar faces.

While Meian waits in his car, little rain droplets begin to fall on his windshield, the sound gently disturbing the silence.

After about 8 minutes of waiting, the time now being 18: 55, Meian gets out of his car and while he is walking towards the club, he takes his phone out of his pocket and texts his teammates.

‘MSBY Jackals 🐾’

> Me <

Where are you guys? Aren’t we meeting at 19:00 @Cloudhouse?

> Pestilence #1 <

Ahh sorry cap, Bo and I had to pick up the new COD game!

They would have sent it back otherwise and I already paid for it…

We won’t be able to make it sorry!😕

> Pestilence #2 <

What he said 🤩☝🏻

> Pestilence #3 <

Samu needed help movin a new cabinet into his apartment,

sorry it was last minute won’t make it either sorry 🤐

> Sakusa <

I am not coming anyway.

> Me <

Are you serious??😡 Barnes? Tomas? Inunaki?

> Barnes <

Adriah twisted his ankle badly in the subway, taking him home

we won’t make it either

> Inunaki <

Yeah my dog ate something bad I have to take him to the vet sorry

> Me <

Well I am going home then if no one is coming…

> Pestilence #3 <

(Y/N) is comin tho. Just go with him 😁

As Meian is about to turn around and leave, you show up.

Slightly drenched from the sudden rain, you tighten your jacket a little bit more around yourself.

Taking your headphones out of your ears you widen your eyes a bit and give him a tight smile and pack your headphones away into your jeans pocket.

‘’Where is everyone? We are both on time” you question him.

Meian heaves out a deep sigh before he answers you.

“They bailed on us, it’s just you and me. I hope that’s okay” The Captain rubs his neck nervously.

Honestly, you could scream right now. Out of excitement or frustration, you’re not really sure about that.

Somehow you get the feeling that the scheming members of the team have something to do with this.

Nonetheless, you give him a small smile and nod.

Meian returns your smile and opens the door for you to enter first. The doorbell chimes softly with your arrival.

Quietly thanking him for opening the door, you walk in and are greeted by flashing lights and loud music playing.

Meian follows you inside and begins to look for a free spot to sit down with you.

It is a busy night, a lot of people are occupying the tables and the bar, laughing and drinking with family or friends.

The Middle Blocker eventually spots a free corner, telling you to follow him.

As you both sit down, a waitress comes over and lays the drink and food menu down on the table, winking at you while eyeing your body up and down.

Your clear your throat and you sneak a peek at Meian to find an annoyed look on his face but quickly relaxing when she leaves.

It is quiet for a while, neither of you know how to start the conversation or in other words how to address the elephant in the room.

“Meian I -”, “(Y/N) listen -” you both start.

“Go ahead.” He beckons you.

You weren’t exactly sure where to start. Apologizing seems the best way to start the conversation.

“I just want to start by saying how sorry I am to have burst in the locker rooms the other day. I-I thought everyone has already left and I didn’t expect to see you still in there. Naked. B-Barely covered.” Squeaking like a shy little mouse, your voice gets quieter at the end of your sentence.

You can feel your cheeks and your neck heating up like crazy and you don’t have the nerve to look at the Captain's face.

For a few seconds Meian is not saying anything until he chuckles a little bit and leans forward to meet your eyes that are still focused on the table.

“Hey (Y/N), look at me. Please.” He pleads in a soft voice.

You force yourself to look up, straighten your posture and he gives you a warm smile with a look of adoration and… something else you can’t quite place.

His pupils are dilated as he stares at you.

Only a person in deep love would look at another person like Meian is looking at you right now.

“It was just the wrong time at the wrong place. Accidents happen.” He begins.

The waitress comes back and writes down your order, putting her acrylic nails on your shoulder, making you flinch away from her and she takes her leave again.

Leaving you two alone again, Meian continues where he was left off.

He clears his throat and a small blush decorates his cheeks. Looking at his massive hands, he fidgets a little bit before looking at you again.

“I just wanted to apologize as well. I am sorry that I didn’t talk to you after the incident happened. I just felt you’re too uncomfortable around me and I didn’t want to make it worse.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable at all! I just… I really like you Meian. I thought if I didn’t talk to you anymore my feelings for you would disappear.” Quickly realizing what you just said your eyes feel like they bulge out of your sockets and you place your hands against your face to hide the shame.

“Please ignore what I just said. This was a bad idea.” You try to get up and leave but Meian snatches your wrist before you can disappear.

“No! Wait! Please don’t walk away again! I feel the same way about you (Y/N).” The Middle Blocker confesses.

Did you hear that right? The Captain of a professional Volleyball team likes you too?!

You sit down again but Meian doesn’t let go of your hands, instead he tightens his hold around them.

“I liked you for quite some time now, I was just honestly sure you didn’t like me in the same way. But you have no idea how happy it makes me right now to hear you say that.” He begins to lace your fingers together with his gorgeous smile.

You blush at his comment and as you are about to reply, the waitress comes with your two beers and a nacho plate. Slipping a little note on the table, no doubt with her number on it.

It is now a very nice atmosphere, the two of you talking about your favorite shows, your high school lives and about the team.

“That woman seems pretty into you.” Meian laughs.

You laugh along with him, the alcohol no doubt relaxing you.

“She ain’t my type. And I am here with you. Also, I am not interested in women.” You wink at him with a teasing smile.

After dinner is over, Meian pays for your guys’ drinks and food and opens the door for you to let you out first.

It is still pouring outside and you turn towards each other, getting wet by the rain.

The temperature has cooled down, making your breaths visible to the eye. Yet the cold doesn’t bother either of you. The thought of knowing that you return each others’ feelings makes your heart warm enough.

“So… I guess I’ll see you tomorrow, Meian.” You stare into his dark eyes while stuffing your cold hands into your big jacket.

“Call me Shūgo. Do you want me to drive you home? My car is right over there.” He suggests.

“No it’s okay the train station is not far from here.” You assure him.

Meian steps a little bit closer to you and takes your cold hands from your pockets into his warm ones.

“I know this seems kind of forward… but ever since I saw you for the first time, I really wanted to kiss you. Can I?” He whispers, his face coming closer to yours.

You answer him by removing your hands from his and stand on a little bit to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him towards you.

Feeling his soft lips against yours makes your body explode in fireworks. Meian envelopes his arms around your waist and pulls you even closer to him.

The rain makes this kiss even better, it feels more romantic, more intimate.

The two of you continue to kiss, feeling his tongue trying to enter your mouth, you grant him access and the Captain begins to explore your mouth.

Fingers carding through his now very wet hair, he sighs heavily and swallows your moans.

Finally pulling apart from each other what feels like an eternity, you are both panting and smiling at each other like idiots in love. Which you are.

“Do you want to come back to my place?” He grins at you cheekily.

“So bad.” You grin back and follow him to his car.

Le next day

Everyone except Meian is already in the locker room the next morning. Oddly enough no one questions it because they can already guess why the Captain is late.

As soon as the rest enters the gym, they are greeted by the sight of gross PDA between their Captain and their Athletic trainer.

You try to push Meian away with a blush and a smile as you help him with sit ups as he tries to get closer to you.

“Shūgo, stop it! They will be here any second” you scold him in a laughing voice, pushing his face away with your hand.

“No can do handsome, want to feel all of you again like last night and this morning.” You begin to stand up and Meian follows your movement, eyeing you like a predator.

Visible marks decorate his neck and your body is still so sore from last night and this morning, no doubt from Meian rocking your world.

Especially your back, hips and butt hurt, from his harsh grabbing at your hips, to your soreness of your ass, feeling like Meian stretched your insides out multiple times.

Which he did.

No one says anything. The team just stands by the entrance and watches in a mix of happiness, cringe and disgust at the sight.

Sakusa turns to his teammates with a pissed expression, as begins to walk in.

“This is all your fault. I would rather take the silent treatment act over this any day.”

“What have we done?” Inunaki asks with a shuddering voice.

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Itachiyama Masterlist

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Sakusa Kyoomi

🫧 First Date word count: 1.1k, post-time skip

🫧 A Night In The Country 🍋 word count: 3.6k, pining, University!AU

🫧 Stargazing 🎃 word count: 972

🫧 Haunted House 🎃 word count: 883, established relationship

🫧 MSBY Finding Out You’re Dating [drabble]

Komori Motoya

🫧 When You're On Your Period word count: 575, established relationship

🫧 Taking Care Of You When You’re Sick [drabble]

🫧 Dorm Shenanigans [drabble] 🎓

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🫧 fluff // 🌱 comfort // 🍡 suggestive // 🪭 spice // 🌧️ angst/hurt // 🍋|🎃 request

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[pumpkabees]

(some of the) haikyuu manga moments i need to see animated desperately:

the very end of nekoma v karasuno where kenma collapses to the ground and says that he had fun

"we are the protagonists of the world" bokuaka shenanigans

the entirety of takeda's speech to hinata when hinata has to be pulled from the kamomedai v karasuno match

kenma giving hinata his tablet :(

tanaka offering to hold kiyoko's bag and her actually accepting

"it's light." "that's what i always say."

all of the brazil arc but more specially; hinata's locksreeen, oikawa and hinata playing beach volleyball against the buy me a drink brothers, pedro and hinata gushing over one piece, heitor wanting to propose to nice only if they win and nice being like no dumbass i'm gonna propose to you instead, heitor and nice's wedding, hinata in a suit at heitor and nice's wedding

ken watanabe

also all of msby v alders

hinata reuniting with everyone right outside a bathroom

bokuto tumbling before the match starts

"i'm here!" "welcome home!"

hinata's receive

hinata's set for atsumu

romero recognizing "the ninja shoyo"

kagehina handshake

miwa. kageyama.

athletic trainer iwaizumi huehue

oihina hugging at the olympics

honestly there's definitely way more but these was just what i coukd remember off the top of my head lol. i am so unequivocally excited for the movie - haikyuu brainrot never really goes away for me but it definitely feels like if's been jumpstarted :')

[gwacha]

Love Me Like This - SakuAtsu Kpopstan!omi and Dancer!Omi oneshot

5k words with lots of msby shenanigans! Thank you @thunder-point for giving it a vibe check <3