#nekoma’s ocs

[nekoma-not-lee]

Tickletober Day 2 - Chase

Genshin Impact - ler!Kinich, lee!Neko

After Neko finally got Kinich to join their party, they were in high spirits. But then they remembered the rules…and bolted. How will this game of chase end, I wonder?

This pairing is implied romantic, but can be seen as platonic!

Kinich was chasing after Nekoma, and gaining speed. Nekoma was concentrating in front of them that they didn’t notice the tree root beneath them and tripped right over it. They face planted into the ground, Kinich slowing down to straddle their waist. When they tried to stand up, it was already far too late. Kinich’s fingers dug into their hips, expertly, as if he’d done this a million times before. Nekoma squealed before letting out bouts of high pitched laughter. It was unlike their usual low and monotone voice. Kinich would compare their laughter to the word ‘cute’.

He got bored of not being able to see their face and stopped. Thinking it was over, Nekoma took in greedy gulps of air. But then they were suddenly flipped over onto their back. Their face was covered in dirt and some stray pieces of grass while their hair in the front was messed up, some strand sticking up here and there. Kinich took hold of Nekoma’s hands, pinning them above their head with one hand. Their wrists were quite small, so it was pretty easy for them to be held in place by one hand.

Kinich held one hand up in a claw shape, sporting a small smile. Nekoma closed their eyes, waiting for him to strike…but they weren’t expecting the next move he made. Kinich slowly traced around their stomach, causing them to giggle a little. Nekoma said they hated when he did this, but they didn’t hate it as much as they let on. Nekoma finally got a word out, “Kinihihihich, yohohou meheheheanihihie!” Kinich smirked, mischieviously, “Oh really? I can show you mean if you’d like me to~” His hand turned into a claw shape a skittered over their lower stomach.

They shrieked, this being one of their worst spots, and their giggles became loud laughter. They were usually quiet, so seeing them like this was certainly a treat. “KINIHIHICH NOHOHOHO! THAT’S WOHOHORSE! SOHOHO MUHUHUCH WOHOHORSE!” Kinich slowed his hands back to tracing, still staying at their lower stomach, “See? I think I’m being quite nice, considering you practicaly begged me to join your party.” Nekoma’s giggles slowed down, but were still as high pitched as before, “Ahahare yohou dohohone yehehet?”

Kinich grinned, softly, “Oh please, you haven’t asked me to stop once. You’re enjoying this more than you let on~” Nekoma’s pale face flushed bright red, and they tried to hide their face in their shoulder. “Ah ah, don’t be hiding your face now, or the deal is off~” Nekoma begrudgingly turned their face back to where it was before. “See? This isn’t so bad now is it?~” Nekoma giggled out, “Stihihill kihihinda mehehean.” And if their shrieks of laughter were any indication, they were clearly getting a tickly punishment for that comment.

[miruac]

nekoma x manager oc! headcanons

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warning(s): not proofread at all

a/n: this is just me fantasizing about my fictional life at nekoma(oc is a self insert) also this is EXTREMELY SELF INDULGENT

GENERAL DESCRIPTION OF OC

akira yin

female

five feet tall

second year class two(same class as fukunaga)

chldhood friends with kenma, and then when kuroo moved they became a trio

wears glasses, round square frames

more on the chubby size(MIDSIZE GIRLIES RISE UP)

has long straight blue black hair, with side bangs

intro/ambivert

is dating kenma(since their first year)

I HEADCANON THAT.....

whenever nekoma heads out for team dinners or team meals, she and tora argue who can eat the spiciest(she can)

all the team members call her 'aki-chan' instead of 'akira'(she thinks its too formal)

one time she was cleaning her glasses, and lev didn't even realize it was her

kenma walks aki home almost everyday from practice

she actually enjoys fukunagas dad jokes, and makes them with him

since she and fukunaga are in the same class, they often study at the convenience store after practice

obviously it wouldnt be a proper session if the entire team hadnt came along as well

she makes specific training regimens for each member, honing their skillset

during the training camp arc, she sat with the managers while kenma watched from afar(they stole his girl and he was so pissy 😭)

on the last day she and kenma went on a little stroll around the school and they stargazed 💔💔

she carries a shitload of snacks in her bag in case the team gets hungry; like random protein bars and jelly packets

she also cooks HELLA....like she has leftovers for days(she brings lunch for the team sometimes if theyre still hungry even after eating all her snacks)

one time during a training camp she overheard lev singing in the shower

she babies the first years so much(tamahiko and shibayama know)

she isnt the best in science so she goes to kuroo and yaku for help, only for her to be confused even more

she was walking by when a stray ball hit her....someone witnessed her potty mouth...

[xankiir]

WORK IN PROGRESS! | For Instagram (Kuroo‘s Birthday)

[svkiepi]

thinking about a haikyuu oc who's autistic and currently a manager for the nekoma team naksmdjal. LIKE THEY'LL LEARN SIGN LANGUAGE JUST TO COMMUNICATE WITH HER.

okok listen, kuroo giving chemistry jokes in sign language LMAOAKSNKALS

just a side note, this is COMPLETELY PLATONIC!! koi has no intention to ship her ocs with canons out in public.

[bluesunrays55]

[kamii8008]

drew my oc Naila in a cute outfit i saw on pintrest lol

[kuroo-mantic]

[An Energizing Imagination]

Maybe we will hope Yamamoto can finally get what he wants the next time... Or in an AU or smth (we cheer for him)

[kodzukenzie]

My birthday gifts drawn for me by my best friend @biankatdraws !!!! Our Haikyuu OCs together, and then my Haikyuu OC with Kenma (and affiliates)

[liviavanrouge]

Help

Kioshi: *Carries boxes, gasping when they started to wobble, her eyes widening when a box fell towards her face*

Yaku: KIO!!!

Kuroo: *Catches the box, taking it into his hands*

Kai: *Grabs another box* You alright?

Kioshi: *Nods, looking gratefully at them*

Yaku: Hand them over! Hand these over, I'll take them

Yaku: *Takes the boxes, sighing* you nearly gave me a heart attack...

Kioshi: Sorry...

Yaku: *Shakes his head* It's fine...

[bitten-red]

How To Kiss Kill Your Volleyball Player

Summary: If her tennis shoes hadn’t gotten wet, then maybe her bag wouldn’t have been ripped.

But, then this would be a completely different story.

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Prologue: Maybe…

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If her tennis shoes hadn’t gotten wet, then maybe her bag wouldn’t have been ripped.

If she had listened to her gut feeling and gone back for them when she realized they were forgotten at Tooru’s house, if she didn’t ask him to bring them to school in the morning, if she checked the weather, if she texted Hajime instead, if she did anything…then her shoes wouldn’t have been left behind in the storm the next day.

And afterwards, maybe she would have actually stayed home.

If she hadn’t felt something snap deep within her, if she hadn’t felt such a heaviness against her lungs, if she didn’t feel so horribly alone back then, then maybe she wouldn’t have been in such a rush to leave. She wouldn’t have given into the impulse of buying her train tickets, nor would the awkward conversations with her parents have happened later on. She wouldn’t have packed as hastily as she did, and would notice the way the strap of her backpack was still caught on the foot of her bed. If she did, then she wouldn’t have pulled as desperately on her bag, trying to get away.

So in the end, if her shoes hadn’t gotten wet, then none of this would have happened.

But then, this would be a completely different story.

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[wordsofelie]

In a sea of colours, we were black and white.

Kuroo Tetsurou x OC

Content Warnings: Manga Spoilers, Post-Time Skip, Friends to Lovers, Enemies? (Or maybe just dense people) to Lovers, Angst, Fluff

Summary: The best way to prevent a broken heart is to tame your feelings, keep them locked in a room. At least that is what Shiroyanagi Natsumi thought. Until, she sees him again, Kuroo Tetsurou, taller, older, prettier. And she realises a heart that longs, hurts more than a heart that breaks.

Chapters: Chapter 1 -

Words Count: to come

[storiitells]

Nekoma's Manager Jackpot

An episodic Haikyuu Series by Storii Tells

Pairing: Kuroo X Oc (Kylie White)

Each Episode stands on its own as a kind of One Shot. Thou, if you squint, you may see a timeline and some connections.

Episodes 🐾 Preview and OC introduction 🐾 Training camp 🐾 Annoyance

I'm open to any kind of ideas to this Series, or if you just want to talk to me :) I don't bite

[xankiir]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY KUROO! | Tetsurō Kuroo & Risako Hagawa (canon x oc)

[krimsonkatt]

Team Armstrong: A-Class Guild

An image I made of my family as RPG heroes. I'm the catgirl fairy on the bottom right, Noel. My brother Tyler is an Oni warrior, my mom is the leader of the party, and she's an elf battle cleric, my grandma Nana is a wingli (custom race, kind of like asimar) warlock, and my sister is a female dwarf thief. Finally, there's Izzy, our Doggo companion, who is based on our real life dog also named Izzy.

[bluesunrays55]

haikyuu oc!!!!!

[michiviv]

i - the bruised boy

↳ in which a young (l/n) (y/n) starts shadowing the school nurse and meets the star libero. © Haikyū!! Furudate Haruichi © michiviv / suunnysyde

m. list - wattpad

spring days stretched lazily over nekoma high school, each one a gentle brushstroke of warmth that painted the halls with a golden hue. for me, it was a season of change and the beginning of my final year at this familiar place. it felt like yesterday when i walked through the halls for the first time, and soon it would be my last. as the first rays of the morning sun filtered through the windows, i stepped onto the school grounds, my eyes tracing the familiar pathways she had walked countless times before. but this time, it felt different – this was my final year at nekoma high.

as i stepped into the cool, inviting embrace of the school infirmary, my heart pounded with a mix of excitement and nervousness. this was the moment i had been eagerly anticipating all summer - my first meeting with mrs. takahashi, the experienced and compassionate school nurse. aspiring to follow in her footsteps and pursue nursing as a career, i couldn't wait to embark on this journey of learning and growth.

mrs. takahashi greeted me with a warm smile, her eyes twinkling with kindness. her white lab coat exuded an air of professionalism, and i couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that i, too, would soon be wearing one like it.

"welcome, (l/n)," she said, her voice soothing and reassuring. "i'm delighted to have you here. your passion for nursing is admirable, and i'm eager to share my knowledge and experience with you."

her words washed over me like a comforting balm, easing the butterflies in my stomach. taking a deep breath, i nodded eagerly, my determination renewed.

"thank you, mrs. takahashi," i replied, my voice tinged with excitement. "i've always felt drawn to the healing profession, and i believe this experience will help me understand if nursing is truly my calling."

mrs. takahashi gave me a small nod, her usual smile never leaving her face, "i have no doubt that your passion and dedication will make you a wonderful nurse. now, let's talk about your duties while you're shadowing me."

as she explained my responsibilities, her words filled the room with a sense of purpose and importance. i would assist her in organizing medical supplies, keep the infirmary tidy, and earn about basic first-aid techniques. she emphasized the significance of maintaining confidentiality and treating every patient with empathy and respect.

listening attentively, i felt a deep sense of responsibility settling over me. i was about to step into a world where lives could be impacted by my actions, where a gentle touch and a caring word could make all the difference.

"i promise to do my best, mrs. takahashi," i said, my determination shining through. "i want to learn everything i can and be a valuable asset to you and the students."

she nodded approvingly, her smile growing wider. "i have no doubt you'll make a wonderful addition to the team, (l/n). remember, learning is a continuous journey, and every experience, no matter how small, will shape you as a nurse."

for the first few weeks, i kept myself busy with the tasks instructed. people would come in and out usually asking for painkillers or in the odd scenario someone hurt themselves with scissors. every few patients, mrs. takahashi would either let me do it myself with her watching over me or explain small but important details in caring for the patient.

it wasn't until one fateful afternoon though, as i put back everything into place the faint sound of footsteps echoed, signaling the arrival of a patient. mrs. takahashi would've told me to just send the patient off as after 6 they weren't my problem anymore, but i couldn't care less. i felt the need to help people, and that's what i would do. turning around, i found myself face-to-face with someone i had seen around the school but had never spoken to before.

"ah, you must be (l/n), you're the one who's shadowing mrs. takahashi." the short boy with sandy blonde hair said, offering a small but sheepish smile. i knew of this boy, he is currently in my class and a friend of kuro's, yaku morisuke, a skilled libero, renowned for his dedication to the sport.

i nodded, feeling a tinge of nervousness at the unexpected encounter. "yes, that's me. nice to meet you, yaku."

yaku nodded a little and with a slight wince pulled up the hem of his uniform showing the colorful array of bruises on his legs and i could spot some on his arms. "i suppose you'll be seeing a lot of me then. i tend to collect these," he chuckled, trying to ease the awkwardness of our first meeting.

i smiled a little as i guided him to the chair and motioned for him to sit down before i gently examined the bruises. "are these from playing volleyball?" i asked him, admiring his determination to play even with bruises.

"yeah. im on the team and being the libero can cause this." he said, his tone was sort of awkward as if he was unsure. i nodded, knowing at least the basics to know what he was talking about.

"it's impressive that you push through and keep going," i remarked. "but be careful, injuries can worsen if not treated properly."

yaku's response and chuckle resonated with warmth, and i continued applying ice packs to ease his discomfort. he extended his arm, offering a glimpse of appreciation for my concern. "you sound just like mrs. takahashi. i promise i'll be more careful."

while i nodded at his reply, i didn't believe his words, probably having told something similar to mrs. takahashi at one point. "you don't believe me, don't you?" he asked, surprising me a little.

yaku laughed, "your face said it all."

i pressed my lips together to stifle a smile, feeling a little embarrassed the libero read me so easily, "i don't believe you at all." i confirmed with a chuckle, continuing to tend to his bruises.

"i don't blame you. you're kuroo's friend right?"

"we only know each other because of our fathers are friends... don't tell him i said that."

"oh? why? does he not want people to know you know each other?"

"no, he doesn't care. he just doesn't like me referring to him as my father's friend's son rather than my friend. he'll throw a dramatic fit." i told him, smiling a little as i remembered the time he did.

"there you go, all set," i said, my tone gentle and reassuring.

"thanks, (l/n)," yaku replied with a grateful smile, his eyes meeting mine. "i appreciate you taking care of me. it's not every day i get to experience the infirmary's top-notch treatment."

i chuckled, feeling a slight blush rise to my cheeks. "you're welcome. just doing my job," i replied, trying to sound casual despite the flutter of excitement in my heart.

but as i met yaku's gaze, i noticed something in his eyes - a hint of sincerity and genuine appreciation. it wasn't just a casual thank-you; there was something more behind his words.

"and i'm glad you were the one to take care of me," yaku added, his smile softening. "you made the whole experience less painful, you know?"

my heart skipped a beat at his words, and i felt a warm sensation spreading through her chest. it was a simple gesture of gratitude, but it held a deeper meaning. yaku's genuine thankfulness made her feel seen and valued, not just as a student shadowing the nurse but as a person.

"you're very welcome," i replied, my voice tinged with sincerity. "if you ever need anything else, don't hesitate to come back. i'll be here to help."

yaku nodded, his gaze lingering on me for a moment longer before he stood up, showing a slight wince as he moved. "thanks, (l/n). i promise to be more careful next time."

i smiled softly, a mix of admiration and concern in her eyes. "i'm sure you will. take care of yourself, yaku."

as he walked toward the door, he turned back to look at her once more. "see you around, (l/n)," he said, a hint of a playful smile on his lips.