#nishanoya

[13a07s]

Loosen Up #1

(Kenjiro Shirabu)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to rainbowstrucklizard]

Requested by: Myself, I guess

[Idea inspired by a character drawling video on Pinterest; Made by eleeza. Here's the link: https://pin.it/13pr3efSy]

Drawling I Got

Classmate - Tendo

Mentor - Nishanoya

Lover - Shirabu

Rival - Yaku

Position - Libero

Best Friend - Tanaka

Sibling - Shirofuku

Team - Shiratorizawa

Childhood Friend - Kindaichi

Word Count: 4,219

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Bruises

Name Calling: Mamas, Babe, Baby, Sweetheart

Toxic Jealousy

Lack of Relationship Boundaries

Divorce/Broken Home

Little heated in the second section

Part Two to Come

After going through this again, I realize I misspelled his name like 90 times but I’m too lazy to fix it

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     Kenjiro's fingers squeeze my wrist again, gripping me harder than before. My eyes flicker down, glancing at the connection between us. Old bruises are coated on my skin, hidden under my rubber bracelets and his fingers. He slowly pulls my wrist, moving his touch further down my arm to brush kisses across the darkened skin. He barely looks at me as his eyes trail to the parking lot.

     I don't know what his obsession with my wrists is. It's probably a setter thing. At least that's what the rest of the Shiratorizawa players tell me.

     The boys are steering with the arrival of the rest of the teams invited to the training camp. It's going to be a long week with us, Aboa Johsai, Nekoma, Karasuno, and Fukurodani all jammed into one gym. Coach Washijo agreeing to host a training camp is nervous enough without so many people I know being around. I know that's what has Kenjiro on edge. On the plus side, everyone knows Ushijima's recent 'lack of enjoyment' during practices is why we're hosting a training camp.

     Disgust, excitement, and anticipation swirl in my stomach as I watch the sprouts of Karasuno black and Nekoma red mix in the parking lot, the two arriving teams greeting each other. The boys, the coaches, and I sit in the gym, waiting. The team is supposed to be stretching as the coaches and I oversee their work.

     That's not what's happening. The boys are half-assing their stretches, Kenjiro fully lying on the gym floor as he dots my wrist in kisses. The coaches are huddled by the door, glancing out as much as their players, watching as the two teams filter toward the gym.

     "Don't," Kenjiro starts, pulling my ping-ponging sight away from the other teams. "Don't be all... all huggy on Tanaka and Nishinoya... or whatever," he mutters, nipping at my wrist before he drops it onto his chest. His fingers keep flexing around the bone, not so calmly keeping it pressed against himself.

     I watch him for a beat, trying to read the expression he's trying to keep off his face. Kenjiro is a jealous person. A very jealous person. Jealousy that shines through whenever Karasuno is around, more specifically, their hot-headed winged spiker with a concerning infatuation with his manager and my old training partner that's a little touchy about his height.

     I lean over, letting my elbow dig into his side to prop myself up as I bend over Kenjiro. "I'm with you, Shirabu," I murmur, his last name feeling heavy on my tongue. It feels weird referring to him in such a way, but I want to be respectful to him while the other teams are here.

     "I know," he whispers, keeping his eyes focused on messing with my bracelets.

     "Do you?" I ask, inching closer to brush my lips against his.

     "Ya." The word comes out as a hiccup, Kenjiro's focus flickering between my eyes and my lips. I slowly move further down, closing the tiny gap with a light kiss. It doesn't stay light for long, his hands jumping up to bury themselves in my hair, pulling me closer, and into a deeper kiss. "I know," he repeats his agreement when we separate, his touch going gentle, fingertips sliding through the strands of my hair.

     "Don't listen to him," one of the other boys cut in, breaking the gentle moment between us and catching our attention. "I give it twenty minutes tops until Youngin's fist is in Tanka's face. If not Tanaka, then definitely Yaku's," Tendo teases, the redhead smirking with his teeth poking through his grin.

     "It was one time," Kenjiro hisses, jerking the two of us up and into a sitting position. Both his hands settle around my wrists, pushing my flattened palms against his chest as his thumbs rub against my bruises.

     "Ya, one time every chance you get to knock Nekoma's libero around," Tendo keeps on the issue, giggling at his personal reminder of the heat between Yaku and me that Kenjiro chooses to carry with himself as well.

     In middle school, during a co-op volleyball fundraiser between Chidoriyama and Ushimi, Yaku and I had a nasty run-in during a match. The little shit was too confident in himself, ignoring my call for the ball and diving for it anyway. I got banged around a bit and ended up with a concussion. My fourth concussion to be exact, which with advice, more like orders, from my doctors, ended my days as a volleyball player.

     Over the past two years, I've tried to let it go. To convince myself that it wasn't Yaku's fault. That it was an accident. That there's no one to blame. To talk about my feelings and thoughts about no longer being able to play volleyball full-time. To convince myself that I'm happy just being a manager. Some days it's true, and I feel at peace with what happened and where it landed me.

Other days I can't feel anything except sadness and rage at my future plans being ripped from my hands and shredded right in front of me. Days I feel so much anger with Yaku and his over-confidence that it makes me sick to my stomach. Having him around swings things toward the worse more than the better.

"Leave it alone, Tendo. It's a hard enough day on Shirofuku-Chan without you opening old wounds," the team's captain - Ushijima's - monotoned voice butts in, a warning hand gripping his middle blocker's shoulder.

"There's no old wounds to open," I murmur, trying to keep the venom out of my voice. It's hard to do so while glaring at Yaku rubbing up to Nishinoya right outside the gym doors.

"You heard the lady," Kenjiro butts in, jumping to his feet before helping me off the floor too. "No old wounds, so let's focus on the training camp," he tells the older boys, his tone a bit snipping as his hand finds its way back around my wrist.

"Alright," Tendo purrs, ignoring his Captain's physical warning. He wraps his arm around Ushijima's neck, as relaxed as ever. "As long as you focus on your dick going into our manager and not the possibility of Karasuno's libero and spiker playing Effie tower. Oh, or maybe some hate sex between Yaku and Shirofuku-Chan. Steamy."

Kenjiro snaps his head around, face suffocating in anger, and his mouth snapping open to respond. He doesn't get the chance too though.

"Thank you for having us!" The two visiting teams greet us, splotches of black and red sprayed across the room as they bow to us.

"Thank you for coming!" We greet them in return, offering bows of our own to them.

When I'm back standing straight, Tanaka is halfway across the gym already and Nishinoya is a step ahead of him. "Shirofuku-Chan!" They both scream, their attack locked on me.

"Boys," I yelp in return, sidestepping Noya's attempt to body slam me.

Kenjiro happily takes me into his hold, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me against himself. "Boys," he grumbles, eyes and fingertips caught on messing with my bracelets again.

"Hello, Shirabu-Chan," the two of them say in unison, their tones airy and teasingly sweet as they greet my boyfriend. "I hope you've been treating my star pupil right," Noya half-teases, half-pries. He doesn't take any of Kenjiro's jealousy shit, eagerly hugging me despite the tight hold I'm in. "Has he been treating you right, Mamas?" He asks, a hand cupping my chin and jerking my head back and forth, scanning for destress he's not going to find.

"He's been treating me prefect," I start, pulling Noya's hand off my face. "And I've told you a hundred times, stop calling me Mamas. It's disrespectful to Shirabu."

His smile weavers a bit, eyes coating over me for more signs of possible crimes he can accuse my boyfriend of. "I just want to make sure you're taken care of is all. An old friend looking out," Noya mutters, jerking my arm up to glance over the bruises dusting my wrists. "Are you playing again?" He asks, aiming the question at Kenjiro.

"No," I whisper, jerking my arm away from him and snuggling into Kenjiro's tighter hold. "I help Akakura practice and such. The whole libero thing, you know?"

"Mamas - "

"Nothing serious," I cut him off, already bracing for the lecture Nishinoya is preparing. "Just some passes and such. Besides, you know Kenjiro has his whole nervous - "

"Habit of littering you in bruises," my old training partner butts in, his eyebrows pushed together and jaw locked. Noya and Kenjiro have always butted heads, the two closest boys in my life both believing they know what's best for me. "I don't know about Shirabu, but I know I'd never leave my woman with - "

"That's enough, buddy." Tanaka wraps his arm around his best friend, holding Noya in a headlock before giving him a nuggey.

"Get off you big lug!" Noya shrieks, trying to fight his way out of the hold. "You're going to mess up my hair."

"And you're going to piss off Shirabu and more importantly, Shirofuku-Chan by throwing accusations like that around. Shiro-Chan is a tough cookie. She'd beat Shirabu's ass for even thinking about laying a hand on her, ain't that right, babe?" Tanaka sends me a wink, finally letting his friend go.

Nishinoya puffs his chest out after he recovers from his stumble, his hands busy trying to fix his hair. "Thanks, Tanka, now I have to go find a bathroom to fix my hair in." He turns his attention to me for a second, darting forward to give me a side hug and a kiss on my cheek. "Love ya, Mamas. I'll see you in a bit." The second half comes out more as a threat than a parting, the words sharp and aimed at my boyfriend.

Kenjiro lets the empty threat roll off his back, his focus on rubbing the non-evident kiss off my cheek.

     "Stop freaking out, dude," Tanka grumbles, gripping my arms and pulling me away from my boyfriend. "Hey Babe," he greets, crushing me in a bear hug. "We've missed your spark around the gym and Noya is getting a little too comfortable with none of the first years being a threat to his position."

"Ya, well, she belongs at Shiratorizawa, and it's where she's going to stay," Kenjiro hisses, gripping my wrists to pull me away from Tanka and back to being pressed against himself. His hands wander over me, brushing my clothing like the spiker left a layer of dust on me or something. "And stop calling her Babe. Nishinoya and you don't know how to respect boundaries."

     Tanaka throws his hands up in defeat, taking slow steps away from me. "Sorry, Dude. You know we don't mean anything by it. Just greeting a friend and all." The grin on his face only pisses Kenjiro off more. "Loosen up a bit, would you? Neither of us wants anything to do with your girl. I'll talk to Noya about back off the nicknames. Will that chill you out?"

     I hold my breath, my eyes flickering between Tanaka's calm demeanor and Kenjiro’s jump-started jealousy. It's going to be a very long week if this keeps up. I tip my head backward, resting it on my boyfriend's shoulder. "Baby?" Slowly, his head tips down, eyes tearing away from my friend to look down at me. I stretch up higher, standing on my tippy toes so our lips brush when I speak. "They're just friends, promise. I'm with you."

     Kenjiro softly sighs, brushing a kiss to my lips before burying his head against my neck. "I know, I know, I know. Sorry, Sweetheart." Reluctantly, he pulls back from me, his fingertips lagging on my wrist before he pulls that away too. "Go say bye to your friend before we go to join the rest of the team." His words come out sharp, hesitant, and drowning in jealousy, but he's trying, which I appreciate.

I keep my movements slow as I head toward Tanka, trying not to show too much excitement. "Hey Ba - er - Shiro-Chan," Tanka murmurs, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and stamping a kiss on my forehead. "Good to see the Shi-ters are treating you well."

"Watch it," Kenjiro yelps, arms crossed over his chest as the want to rip me away from my friend burns across his skin.

"Whatever," Tanka murmurs, plopping another kiss on my forehead before pulling away. "I should go find Noya."

"Probably," I say lightly, rubbing my hands on my shorts. "See you guys in a bit."

The second Tanka steps away, Kenjiro is wrapped around me again, rubbing at my forehead as he lets his frame engulf me. "I'm sorry. I'm trying, really trying to be cool about them being here. About them touching up on you."

"It was just greetings. Besides, you didn't threaten Tanaka this time so I'm counting it as a win. Just loosen up. Trust me, Baby. I'm not leaving you."

"I know."

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My giggles and the sound of our kisses swim in the darkness outside the gym. The fluorescent lights melt out the windows and add a bit of color to the darkened grass under our feet. Kenijiro’s hands are all over me. In my hair, under my shirt, toying with the wire of my bra, tugging on the waistband of shorts, toying with the electric of my panties.

     I jerk my head to the side, his lips crashing with my cheek instead of my mouth. "Sweetheart," he whimpers, thrusting his hips against me. "Come on, this is the first time I've gotten you alone for more than five seconds. Give me some kisses."

     "I'll give you kisses, but I'm not going to let you fuck me against the gym wall."

     Kenjiro whines, his lips turning their attention to attack my neck. "Why not, Sweetheart?"

     "Because she's not a street corner girl."

     We both freeze at the sound of a voice that doesn't belong to either of us. What we're doing isn't technically wrong. Incredibly embarrassing and definitely grounds for Coach Washijo to lecture us about 'being distracted' again, but not wrong per se.

We both slowly turn our heads toward the back door we snuck out of, taking a peak to see who's intruding on us. "Your sister is inside tearing the place apart looking for you," Kindaichi - the kid that lived next door during my younger years - teases. "Should I tell her Shiratorizawa's setter is outside feeling you up or?"

"Uh... Sweetheart? Who's that?" Kenjiro murmurs, his eyes snapping between the two of us.

"An old friend."

Kindaichi gasps at my explanation, placing a hand over his heart and one against his forehead. "An old friend? I thought we were more than that, Shiro-Chan. After all, you slept at my house more than your own. I think that earns me at least the best friend title."

"Tanka holds my best friend title."

"What," Kenjiro yelps, snapping his attention back to me. His hands lock around my wrists like always as he takes a step closer, squashing me against the wall again. "The hell are you doing spending the night at a Johsai spiker's house?"

"I haven't stayed at ‘Daichi's house in like four years. Remember when we talked about my parents' divorce?"

"Ya," he says carefully, his grip loosening on my wrists. "You said your sister decided to live with your Dad and you decided to stay with your Mom. The both of you spend two weeks in the summer with your Dad and two in the winter with your Mom. Other than that you guys don't cross paths unless your high schools are doing something together."

"What else?"

Kenjiro stays silent for a moment, running through all the things I've told him about my messy home life. "That the fighting used to get so bad you'd stay at the neighbor kid's house."

"Kenijiro met the neighbor kid. Kindaichi met my boyfriend."

The boys nod at each other, the tension lowering a bit but still settling pretty high. "Uh," Kindaichi murmurs, shifting his weight between his feet. "Your sister is actually looking for you, by the way. She's screaming her head off about you."

I shrug Kenjiro off of me, wiggling out of his hold to head back inside. His jealousy simmers higher the closer to my old friend I get. It's been a day of ups and downs when it comes to his jealousy. Sometimes he's been pretty loose about all the boys hanging around, other times he's been peak-ish and clingy when the players - more specifically, my friends that happen to have penises, hang around too close or too long.

"Hey, Shiro-Chan," Kindaichi greets, wrapping me in a hug. He's grown taller since the last time I saw him, his head easily burying into my hair instead of my neck like the last time I hugged him. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too. How's Johsai treating you?" I ask, stepping out of his hug and into Kenjiro’s waiting arms. My back to his chest, his arms around my waist, and his fingers wrapping around the rubber decorating my arms. At least his actions are more predictable than his jealous moods.

"It's been good. I'm a start."

I bounce in my spot, clapping my hands in excitement for him. "That's impressive as hell, ‘Dai-Chan! I'm so proud of you."

"Ya, well, it's not as impressive as getting into Shiratorizawa without a sports scholarship. How have they been treating you? You're a manager, right? That's why you're here?"

"Ya," I softly giggle, leaning into Kenjiro. His lips quickly find my neck, his nerves already starting to melt from the soft claims of partnership. "I've been managing the Shiratorizawa's Volleyball Club for two years now. Been with their pretty setter for one and a half."

Kindaichi hums, slowly nodding his head as he sizes up Kenjiro. "He's not your usual... personality type."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" My hand jumps up, digging my fingers into Kenjiro's hair to run through it, hoping to calm him down.

"Nothing, dude, nothing. It's just an observation. Shiro-Chan tends to go for more... more mellow guys is all."

"He's mellow," I murmur, my small defiance cooling my boyfriend's anger. He softly sighs, leaning into my touch as he lets his eyes fall closed. "A little territorial, but still mellow. He'll be chill by tomorrow I'm sure."

"He's your boyfriend," Kindaichi mutters, shrugging his shoulders as he glances around the grounds. "I recommend having him loosen up a bit, especially if he plans to survive your sister." His usual easy, lopsided smile is back on his face by the time his attention is on us again. "See you inside, Shiro-Chan?"

"Ya."

Kindaichi stays in his spot for a moment, slowly nodding as he watches my boyfriend coat my neck in sloppy open-mouthed kisses. Before a layer of awkwardness can fill the air, he turns and heads back inside.

"I swear to God," Kenjiro whispers into my skin. "If one more person tells me to 'loosen up' I'm going to lose my mind."

"Maybe if you weren't so jealous people wouldn't be digging into you about it."

"I'm not jealous, I'm just... territorial, like you said," he grumbles, sinking his teeth into my skin for a second before pulling away. "Is your sister really...?"

"She'll call you on your jealousy shit."

"I'm not jealous."

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The warmth of the gym feels good on my skin, quickly eating away the Spring chill that the night coated it in. Kenjiro is back to his usual level-headedness, courtesy of the repeated makeout sensation after Kindaichi left us outside alone again. His hand rests on the small of my back as he follows me back into the gym, his cheeks fleshed light enough to blame it on the coolness of the night.

     "Imoto!" My sister shrieks across the gym, pulling everyone's attention to her. Yukie comes racing across the room, slowed down by the nets in her way and her want to not spill her chips on the ground. I'm not surprised to see her with a snack. It's more usual to see her without one.

     "Hey, Yukie," I welcome in return, bracing for her lack of a stop that's sure to come.

     "Is that any way to greet your older sister? No, it's not!" She continues yelling, her excitement shining through in her voice. As expected, Yukie doesn't slow down when she gets to me, body slamming me into a hug and scooting us back a step. "Greet me properly. Manners are important."

     "Sorry, Onee-San," I murmur, letting her crush me in between her arms.

     "God, it's been forever," she exaggerates with her voice back to the relaxed and calm manner she usually carries herself in. Yukie's arm is around me as her other hand runs through my hair, laying it flat as she checks out my most recent style. "You and that little boyfriend of yours," she teases, bouncing her eyebrows. "Need to come by one weekend and have dinner with Dad and me. You haven't been over in a couple months. Dad would enjoy seeing you."

     "Ya, I know," I answer, the words barely audible. "But Shiratorizawa keeps us pretty busy on the weekends. Plus, it wouldn't kill you to come see Mom more than the ordered two weeks."

     "I'm not spending any more time with that psycho than I have to," Yukie grumbles, twirling the ends of my hair. She freezes for a moment, glancing over me before kissing my cheek and pulling away. "Tanaka tells me your boyfriend is a little controlling. Nishanoya says the same thing. He also says you've been avoiding Yaku. Didn't you two make up?"

"Kenjiro isn't controlling and I thought we agreed you'd stop harassing my friend for information about me," I hiss with a tight smile stretching on my face. Yukie got everything good from our mother - manners, chill demeanor, and maturity, but she also got our Dad's bad habit - the need to know and be in the loop about everything. At least it helps her be a good manager, I guess.

"First, Tanaka and Nishanoya hunted me down. Those little womanizers," Yukie shakes her head but holds a loose smile on her face. One that quickly slides off when she focuses on me again. "Maybe if you answered my texts and calls I wouldn't have to get your life updates from your friends. Would it kill you to call me back?"

     "Probably."

     Yukie rolls her eyes, her attention falling to her chips for a moment as she thinks over the next thing to say. "You should talk to Yaku."

     "I'm good."

     My sister glares at me, her eyes slit and her jaw moving slowly to chew her snack. "At least go greet the guy. He's probably still beating himself up about the whole thing."

     "You don't care what Yaku feels or thinks. You just want an opening with my boyfriend alone so you can scare him off," I grumble, my hand waving around behind me in search of Kenjiro. He steps forward, twisting his fingertips around my wrist and gently squeezing it, letting me know he's there. "It was nice seeing you, Onee-San. I look forward to catching up with you but we should probably go greet Aboa Johsai and the rest of Fukurodani."

     "I look forward to it too," she murmurs, her eyes sharp and swimming in curiosity as I pull Kenjiro away from her.

     My storm of an exit continues even after I pull us back out of the gym, heading toward the cabin down the path everyone is spending the week in. Without praying eyes around, Kenjiro settles closer to me, still enough room between us that he doesn't step on me but close enough that his body heat warms my back.

     The soft click of his teeth fills our silent walk, a sign he's stuck debating on what he's going to say. "Spit it out," I hiss, stopping our footsteps two or three yards away from the cabin. My eyes lock on the lights spilling from the windows, jumping around all of them to catch glimpses of the people inside.

     He stays still for a moment too before stepping closer, letting his arms wrap around me and leaving his chin to rest in my shoulder. "That was... quickly escalated."

     I stew on his observation, letting my emotions run wild for a few breaths before settling them with a sigh, letting myself melt and lean into him more. "My sister has a habit of telling me everything I'm doing wrong. Not making time for Dad and her. Not answering her texts and calls. Not introducing you to Dad yet. Not talking to Yaku. Not greeting her right." Another sigh spills out, this one frustrating instead of calming.

     Kenjiro trails a line of kisses over my shoulder, curving up my neck and over my jawline before settling his lips behind my ear. "That's just what older siblings do, correcting their younger siblings mistakes. Just let it roll off your back, Sweetheart. Loosen up a bit."

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[ricedoesart]

MERRY CHRISTMAS !! 💕🎄

To my very, very dear friends who have given me so much this year. I can't even begin to express how much I love you guys and how grateful I am- but I hope you enjoy this!

[whore-kyuu]

Haikyuu First Kiss Headcannons

Please be nice this is my first time writing headcannons

Also these aren’t directed towards any specific ship just focused on how I think the characters would act so feel free to imagine them with whatever pairing you may like.

Hinata

Definitely very nervous

If anyone brings up the topic of kissing or asking about first kisses he’ll either run away from the conversation or change the subject

Probably bouncing up and down in anticipation/embarrassment

First kiss is very fast but also passionate

Not a deep kiss just a peck but enthusiastic none the less

Doesn’t give them a chance to react plants a kiss the books it

Next time he see’s them is extremely nervous and overthinking

Might avoid them and have to be forced into a room with them so he can calm down

After he sorts out that the kiss was okay and that no his s/o doesn’t hate him he’s still somewhat shy but very willing to kiss more and more openly

After all practice makes perfect right ;)

Well if not perfect makes him more confident

Yamaguchi

Nervous boy of course when is he not anxious

He would definitely plan this down to the last detail

Creates an entire day/date just to end with a kiss

When something goes wrong he has to convince himself not to call the whole thing off ( maybe he has once or twice but this time for sure he’s gonna do it)

He stops paying attention the closer he gets to it

His date will have to wave to get his attention a couple of times

When he finally gets to the perfect planned out moment he’s almost frozen

Will ask for consent

Not a very deep kiss but a long one

He lives in the moment and is scared that once he stops he’ll never get the chance

Apologizes after despite his date consenting and regardless of wether they kissed back or not

After the initial embarrassment he’ll turn to disbelief

“I kissed you” he’ll keep saying under his breath with a smile

For the rest of the night he’ll have the biggest smile on his face and nothing can wipe it off his face

When he wakes up the next morning he’ll text his date just to make sure yesterday was real

When he gets confirmation that smile will return to his face and he’ll be so giddy and excited

May even ask if he can see his date again today despite the fact that he had just seen them the night before

Noya

He definitely has asked multiple people before if he could kiss them

Constantly using cheesy pickup lines like “kiss me if I’m wrong but you’re not in my class” or “hey mamas how about some lip wrestling”

When someone finally takes him up on his pickup lines he is shocked but ecstatic

Starts  jumping up in down but like to prepare himself (think an opponent before like a boxing match)

Has to “warm up his lips” making dumb faces

Would not be surprised if his kissing partner took things into their own hands and kissed him

He would blink and then after a moment say “that doesn’t count”

When he finally did kiss it be messy

He isn’t necessarily a bad kisser (not that anyone could really be labeled from one kiss especially their first) but he is trying a lot for one kiss especially the first one

When he pulls away he lets out a “wow” before immediately asking for round two

Hello thank you for reading this and if you want more please let me know! I’m gonna make a part two too this sometime soon so if you wanna be tagged or if you want to request a specific character then let me know

[2dtakeover]

Rewatching Love Stage and can't wait for Noya to fall in love with Suga while Tanaka is cloying but sweet and Coach wrangles all these weirdos. Also Yachi, Nekomata, and Takeda are around for the festivities.

[bubbles-art]

Basically haikyu

[immiamarais]

there is no need for the sun when we have them ✋🥰

[dennymilkus]

Karasuno Boys and the instrument they would play (or role in band)

✯ this is purely crack and i’m sorry,,, but i’ll do more if literally anyone asks

Daichi: saxophone. it’s his alter ego. he wears a fedora when he plays n everything.

Suga: trumpet!! loves playing slow jazz or songs with tricky melodies. Even plays mexican music once or twice for Tanaka and Noyo to dance to.

Asahi: xylophone or glockenspiel. he’s hunched over trying to hit the delicate little keys with the mallet. sticks his lil tongue out when he can’t get a particular chord.

Enoshita: violin or cello. likes the fact that they’re classic and simple, but produce so much beautiful sound.

Nishanoya: kazoo/bongos. Loves anything he can pour his heart into and screams into the kazoo with such passion you just don’t have the heart to tell him to stop. that is, until, he blows right into Daichi’s ear, who then confiscates it.

Tanaka: a guitar hero drum set (he doesn’t know it doesn’t count)) reaaaally loves competing with Saeko and swears he’s the best.

Yamaguchi: backup vocals and bass. Loves the simple fingering and support the bass gives to songs, and when he’s totally in the zone he’s mesmerizing to listen to. That is if he ever lets you listen.

Tsukishima: drums OR keyboard but ONLY like that guy from monsters v. aliens (if u don’t get it look it up). Thinks he’s so much cooler than everyone but looks like a huge dork when playing. His long fingers are great for keyboard tho.

Kageyama: electric guitar. looks up to people like Prince who are the best at what they do, and the small hobby allows him to really let himself go and let the music do all the talking.

Hinata: lead vocals and ukelele/acoustic guitar! Plays for other people and even at parties, but he’s not annoying or awkward to listen to because his genuine excitement over the music itself is fun to watch and listen to

[oikawaplssteponme]

Haikyuu Boys as Bath and Body Works Candles

a/n: hii again✨this idea came to me at like 2 am and no one asked for it but enjoy what i think the Haikyuu boys would be if they were candles. (this is specifically Karasuno but i might do other schools) enjoy xx

Hinata: Aromatherapy Energy- Orange Ginger

-let’s get the obvious one out of the way

-yes there is literally a candle called orange ginger

-we all know Hinata is a human tangerine so of course his candle form would be just as orange as he is

-also it’s aromatherapy energy and that lil fireball is none stop all the time

Kageyama: Pumpkin Snickerdoodle

- i don’t know why i just have always thought that Tobio’s favorite cookie is a snickerdoodle

- he would curl up with a plate of cookies and a glass of warm milk and watch movies

- Kageyama as a candle would definitely have to be just as baby as he is, even if he would never admit it

Tsukishima: Strawberry Pound Cake

- no explanation needed

- you are what you eat and we all know this man lives on strawberry cake

- candle Tsukki is also a strawberry cake no exceptions

Yamaguchi: Paris Cafe

- Yams is a hopeless romantic and definitely daydreams of Paris (with Tsukki of course)

- this candle is a mix of coffee, vanilla, and brioche and personally that screams Yams to me

- you never get tired of Tadashi just like you would never get tired of this smell

Tanaka: Marshmallow Fireside

- Tanaka has two sides to him

- big upperclassman and CEO of simp nation

- he is a happy mix of burnt fire wood to match his macho side and fluffy marshmallow to go with his romantic side

- i mean, who wouldn’t want to roast marshmallows with Tanaka

Nishanoya: Aromatherapy Relax-Black Chamomile

- Noya is such a ball of energy that he definitely has to drink sleepy time tea to help him wind down for the night

- this candle has the best of both worlds with a soothing smell and high intensity essential oils

- candle Noya would have to calm down real Noya

Ennoshita: Warm Vanilla Sugar

- Ennoshita deserves the world, there I said it

- you can’t go wrong with liking Ennoshita just like you can never go wrong with the candle choice of warm vanilla sugar

- warm vanilla sugar is reliable, everyone loves it, it’s just an all around good candle

- just like Ennoshita

Kazuhito: Aromatherapy Comfort- Vanilla Patchouli

- we don’t give this man enough love

- Kaz as a candle would be comforting and sweet

- (I just know this man gives great hugs)

- the second you light this candle all your worries go *poof*

Hisashi: White Apple Oakwood

- one word: crisp

- this candle smells of birch wood and sweet apples

- Hisashi definitely only wears flannels in the fall and this candle screams that kind of energy

Asahi: Midnight Blue Citrus

- this candle may seem dark and mysterious at first glance but it’s as wholesome as they come

- just like Asahi

- this sweet candle smells of mango, fresh spring water, and all things citrus

- Asahi would definitely be a sucker for fresh scents and would always have a candle burnng in his room

- (sxcept when he leaves because he is responsible and will blow the candle out)

Sugawara: Champagne Toast

- (one of my personal favorite candles)

- candle Suga is just as cute and bubbly as he is

- the aroma of bubbly champagne and tangerine can brighten up any room just like Suga

- i just love this candle and i just love Suga so it’s perfect

Daichi: Mahogany Teakwood High Intensity

- we all know that Daichi wears Old Spice

- and probably way too much

- so he has to be a a just as powerful candle to match

- the mahogany teakwood just screams manly man

- and it’s high intensity because Daichi will always want that scent to last ALL day

[creamswrld]

[kenma-kozumes-official-simp]

THIS.

THIS IS

E V E R Y T H I N G.

[13a07s]

Loosen Up #2

(Kenjiro Shirabu)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Toujou Sakana]

Requested by: The Ghost of Easter Past

[Idea inspired by a character drawling video on Pinterest; Made by eleeza. Here's the link: https://pin.it/13pr3efSy]

Drawling I Got

Classmate - Tendo

Mentor - Nishanoya

Lover - Shirabu

Rival - Yaku

Position - Libero

Best Friend - Tanaka

Sibling - Shirofuku

Team - Shiratorizawa

Childhood Friend - Kindaichi

Word Count: 4,543

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Sweetheart, Bitch, Darling, Babe

Spanking

Slight Misogyny

Mentions of Depression

Mentions of Divorce/Broken Home

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Kenjiro's hand rubs light lazy circles into my thigh as he stays stretched out on the floor. My back is pressed to his side, sitting propped up against him. Tendo is resting against me too, his arms loose around my hips and his head buried downward in my lap so I can do his hair.

Mornings like this are my favorite. Quiet. Soft. Comforting. The soft buzz of the boys getting ready, the team hovering around me as they prep for the day. Usually, the only time I get mornings like this is for away games or the occasional practice games at the colleges they practice with.

My hands routinely slide through Tendo's hair, the gel he uses feeling sticky on my fingers as I set his style. The middle blocker hums a tone as he drawls designs against the floor boards, paired with the soft beat of Kenjiro's breathing.

Ushijima hovers close by, preparing to jump into his friend's spot when I'm done. I find it adorable how needy the players act when I'm around, especially their captain.

A knock at the door interprets the calm demeanor, pulling everyone's attention toward the cracked door. My head tips backward in time to see Kindaichi slowly pushing it open, his eyes roaming the room. "Is Shiro-Chan around?"

"Good morning, 'Dai-Chan," I greet before turning back to the task at hand. I run my fingers through Tendo's hair a few more times before tapping the back of his neck, the silent sign that he's done. A quiet "thank you" comes, followed by a groan as he rolls off of me and settles on the floor. His head finds a home propped on an unhappy Kenjiro's shoulder.

Slowly, my childhood friend makes his way through the room, standing awkwardly in front of me as I wipe the gel off my fingertips. "Could you... um..." His cheeks are red as he repeatedly glances at my relaxed boyfriend. Aside from the cemented hand on my thigh, Kenjiro doesn't seem to care about the situation much. "Could you do my hair?" Kindaichi manages to ask, holding up his hair brush and a tub of the same hair gel he's used since elementary school.

"Sure. Come lay down."

A weight seems to lift from his chest as he gives me the product and settles on the ground. Kindaichi's position is similar to the one Tendo was holding. His chin rests on my empty thigh, an arm around my hip, and the other under neither him as he lays stomach-down on the floor.

Muscle memory kicks in as I work the knots out of his hair, my fingers gentle to not pull. Ushijima sinks to his knees on the floor next to me, joining the small dog pile going on, his eyes blinking as he watches me work. "Ushi," I murmur, glancing at him as I once over Kindaichi's hair with the brush again.

"Shirofuku-Chan," his monotoned voice whispers, his hand slowly dropping to my shoulder, the weight of it very evident. "I would like you to do my hair next."

"You don't style your hair," I point out, opening the tub before scooping some of the hair gel out of it.

"I am aware."

I glance to my side, looking over Ushijima as I start styling Kindaichi's hair, the younger boy's closed eyes and relaxed expression not going unnoticed by me. "Do you want me to brush your hair for you?" A groan I've come to learn is a yes comes from the captain, a soft squeeze being gifted to my shoulder before he's on his feet and off to go do whatever. Tendo jumps up from the floor too, hot on his friend's heels, and successfully divides the dog pile in half.

"Your sister seems off today," Kindaichi murmurs, flickering his eyes open for a moment before letting them close again. "She asked if I spoke to you last night after running into you outside. What's up with that?"

"What's up," Kenjiro starts with his hand back to rubbing circles around the inner part of my thigh. "Is that Yukie has a case of Nosey-Bitch-Syndrome."

"Kenjiro." I hiss, shooting him a warning glance.

"Sorry, Sweetheart," he murmurs, scooting around until he's laid against my leg instead of my back. His lips pepper over my thigh, pressing a handful of kisses to my skin. Since last night, he's loosened up a bit about the boys but like always, Kenjiro chose to carry my battle with him. This one being the catty fight with my sister prying into my life more than I'd like.

     "Oh," Kindaichi mutters, his muscles stiffening as Kenjiro sits upright.

     His eyes wander over my friend, his face blank but his eyes swirling with jealousy. Despite this, Kenjiro holds his tongue and leaves the situation alone. Instead, he chooses to sit on his knees next to me, his head face down as it weighs on my shoulder. "Maybe you should be a hairstylist."

     "The doctor and the beautician. That'll make for a nice pair," I tease, adding the finishing touches to 'Daichi's hair.

     "Doctor?" My friend asks, turning his head to look at the boy clinging to my side.

     "Ya, Shirabu wants to go to medical school after he graduates," I murmur, tapping the back of Kindaichi's neck before searching for my hand towel.

     "That's a big-bucks job."

     "I get to save lives and financially care for my Sweetheart?" Kenjiro butts in, snatching my wrist with one hand as he holds my towel in the other. He busies himself cleaning off my fingers for me. "Why wouldn't I try?"

     Kindaichi stays silent as he sits up, glancing over my boyfriend dotting on me. "You plan to stay with Shiro-Chan after high school?"

     Kenjiro freezes, blinking quickly as he slowly turns his head. "Of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

     The other boy shrugs, finally pulling his eyes away from us. "A lot of relationships don't survive the college phase."

     "Ours will," my boyfriend hisses, snapping his head away and focusing on cleaning my hands again.

     "Not if you don't loosen up a bit. Your jealousy is going to be your downfall."

                     ————————————

     The kitchen is buzzing as me and the other managers rush around, preparing breakfast for the teams. I can feel Yukie's eyes on me, following me around the kitchen as she and the other Fukurodani manager prep meals for their players. Unlike the other teams, I'm the only manager Shiratorizawa has, so I have double the work to do. I don't mind much, especially since the boys are so understanding about it.

Even though I don't mind, Yukie keeps insisting she and the other managers can help me cook. I keep turning her down, partly because I don't want her help and partly because I enjoy buzzing around in the kitchen, moving how I please, and doing things how I want. I can't move as freely or keep track of the boys' different diets as easily with someone else sticking their hands into the mix.

The door swings open, pulling my attention away from the pot of Miso Soup I'm cooking. Kenjiro comes strolling in, looking pissier than usual. Noya and Tanaka come in right after him, yapping off their heads about my boyfriend "asking the leash holder for permission."

As soon as I'm at arm's length, Kenjiro wraps himself around me, arms hanging loose on my hips, his body pressed against mine, and his chin resting on top of my head. "Your lovely friends and some of their Karasuno buddies want to go on a run before breakfast."

     My stomach flutters with butterflies. "All my friends?" He hums a yes, his head falling to press kisses into my shoulder. The butterflies flap harder at his answer. I know Kenjiro can't stand my friends but knowing he's willingly going on a run with Noya, Tanaka, and Kindaichi warms my chest. "You don't have to."

     "I know," he murmurs, his kisses steadily making their way up my neck. "But they're your friends and I was a bit of a dick yesterday." His lips settle right next to my ear, his soft breathing tickling me. "You deserve me trying to get my jealousy under control. You deserve me trying to loosen up." A kiss is pressed to the back of my ear before he pulls away, not so discreetly spanking my ass as he heads back towards the door. "I'll see you at breakfast, Sweetheart."

     "See you at breakfast," I echo, heat caressing my face from the spanking as my ass stings from the left imprint of his hand.

     My friends snicker as Kenjiro breezes past them, heading back to the dining room. Once my boyfriend is out of the room, their attention is on me. "So, Kenjiro likes your ass, hm?" Tanaka teases, his eyebrows jumping as he and Noya flitter through the kitchen.

     "He's a little more... intimate without his teammates or coaches around," I slowly confess, turning back toward the soup so the boys can't see the blush turning me red.

     "I think it's cute," Noya chirps, wrapping an arm around my waist as he peaks into the pot I'm focused on. "I can't wait to have a Mamas of my own. When I get one, I'm sure as shit going to smack her ass every chance I get."

     Tanaka settles on my other side, mirroring his friend's position. Arm around my waist and nose poking over the side of the pot. "What are you cooking?"

     "Miso soup with tofu, seaweed, and mushrooms. It's Coach Washijo's favorite."

The boys turn up their noses at my statement, Tanaka visibly jerking at the mention of Kenjiro's coach. "That old man has a heart enough to have a favorite anything?" He mutters, shaking his head in disbelief.

     "Yes, I do," the Coach bursts in, jerking our attention to the door he just walked through. The quick fall of and terror coating Tanaka's face is enough to make me laugh. The sound makes the corner of Washijo's lip curve up half a centimeter before his frown is firmly pressed back in place. "Now, if you Karasuno boys could say your goodbyes and give me Shiratorizawa's team manager back, I would appreciate it."

The two of them quickly hug me, a kiss being plopped on each of my cheeks before they part. Quick "Goodbye"s are shouted over their shoulders as they race out of the kitchen and back into the dining room, mimicking the route Kenjiro took.

Coach shakes his head at the boys, slowly waddling his way over to me. "Hello, Darling," the words come out rough and coated in anger, like everything he says, but the nickname is still sweet. "The boys insisted since Shirabu is going on a run, I should come to assist you with this... women's work," he grumbles, the words seeming bitter on his tongue. Despite his usual displeasure written on his face, it falls a bit when he catches a whiff of the soup.

"Um... I guess you can fry the eggs," I mutter, walking away to search for the cast iron skillet I have touched away in one of the cabinets. "Ushi gets four, Soekawa only gets two, Semi and Shirabu get one," I ramble on, trying to do the mental math of how many eggs we need. "It's all written on the whiteboard over there," I tell him, waving at the large board hanging on the wall.

It's not unusual for the boys to spend the weekend at the cabin because of their packed volleyball schedule. Over the countless months, I've found it easier to leave their diet plans and preferences written around the kitchen instead of trying to remember it all.

Coach nods slowly, settling in front of the stove once I place the skillet down. "I think I can handle counting and frying eggs, Darling."

"I know, Coach," I softly giggle, plopping a kiss on his cheek before I flutter away to pull the eggs and the fresh vegetables from the fridge.

The blush that flashes across Washijo's face doesn't go unnoticed by me, tugging a smug smile onto my lips. It's been a slow transition for him, adjusting to having a female manager instead of a male one, but he's been doing better than expected. "Aside from cooking our other meals, do you have any plans today?"

"Well, after the kitchen and dining room is cleaned up I'll help you with the boys stretches like usual. Then I'll have to go through the inventory and see what all the other teams ate and talk to their managers and such so I know what to get at the market. I also need to start planning the last day picnic but I wanted to wait until everyone got here. Diets and allergies and such," I ramble on, Coach slowly nodding as he starts the eggs.

As my monologue continues, I catch a peak of a pissy Yukie sliding out of the kitchen, walking away like she's on a mission. I guess Kenjiro and I aren't the only ones that need to loosen up.

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     "You need to spread your legs a little more," I order Akakura, using my foot to split his further apart. "If you keep them so tight under you, you're going to fly backward when you try to receive. A wide base is a strong base."

"Got it," Buzz-cut murmurs, letting me slide his feet around.

Yamagata hovers nearby, impatiently waiting for my attention. It's a constant war between the two liberos, always fighting over my time and attention. The older of the two is handling the situation worse, not liking the adjustment of having my full attention last year and now having to share it.

"Alright, let's try again," I mutter, picking the ball off the ground before tossing it to Ushijima who's waiting on the other side of the net. He catches it without an issue, standing still as he waits for me to move out of the way.

"Remember, don't be afraid of the floor. Bruises are sexy, babe!" I encourage the first year, taking my spot next to Yamagata.

"Do you think my bruises are sexy?" The third-year libero teases, knocking his elbow into my arm.

"Absolutely not," I tease, dropping the smile from my face and replacing it with a frown. "You couldn't look sexy with a potato sack over your face."

Yamagata chuckles, wrapping his arm around my neck to pull me into his side. "Sorry, I forgot you're only attracted to setters with bad haircuts."

"Maybe look in the mirror before you make fun of haircuts, Tokoyami-Want-To-Be." A teasing pout settles on his lips, chin on my head as we watch Akakura shrink the space between his feet as he lunges for the ball.

As I called, the kid gets knocked backward when Ushijima's serve makes contact with his arms. Before he knows it, the libero in the making is rolled backward a time or two before landing on his back. "Fuck! That hurt!" The kid complains, letting himself lie on the ground as he catches his breath.

"Shiratorizawa! Five flying laps! No cursing!" Coach Washijo yells from across the room.

The order is followed by a round of groans with a few "Way to go Akakura"s littered in the mix. Yamagata grumbles as he lets me go, walking over to join his team in front of their Coach.

I stay put, watching the boys throw themselves across the gym floor for their punishment. All of their faces - well, besides Akakura's upset-ness and Ushijima's usual stone expression - are coated in annoyance with their teammate. Their pissiness only adds to my joy of watching them act like flopping fish on land.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a moment?" Someone asks from next to me.

"Sure, what's up?" I answer before turning my head toward the person. My face drops instantly at the sight of a wearily smiling Yaku at my side. "What do you want?"

"I didn't get to say hi yesterday so... uh... hi."

"Hello," I snap back, turning to walk away from him.

"Hey, wait! I want to talk to you," Yaku yelps, shooting forward to snatch my wrist.

My eyes snap closed as a long, angry exhale is pushed out of my nose, trying to simmer down my anger. Where's Kenjiro's jealousy when I need it? Oh, ya. Doing flying laps because Akakura can't watch his mouth. Once my anger is under wraps, I slowly turn around, facing Yaku again. "What do you want?"

Yaku's eyes are wide as they spill down me, his thumb buried under my bracelets and rubbing designs into my wrist. It's a small motion, one he used to do a lot in middle school. One I picked up on after we stopped hanging around each other. Maybe that's why Kenjiro does it because he noticed me doing it all the time.

"Your hair looks good. It used to be shorter but the length suits you too. You always looked nice with short hair though."

"Hair grows with time," I mutter, my eyes snapping around the gym, looking for Kenjiro in the sea of Shiratorizawa players flying across the floor. "Do you have anything to actually say or are you just filling time?"

Yaku stays quiet for a moment, swirling his thumb across my skin a few more times before dropping his hold on me. "I guess... I just... Thank you."

"Thank you?" I ask, slowly blinking as I try to figure out what I'm being thanked for.

     "Ya," he whispers, letting out a huff as he shakes his head, acting like the action will shake off the heat coating his cheeks. "I know you've been keeping up with my career. Not in an I'm being cocky way," he rushes out, waving his hands around in front of himself. "Nishinoya mentioned you've been keeping tabs on all the liberos you know."

     It's my turn to be doused in embarrassment. It's true, that I've been watching the career of my old rivals and training partners. Mostly from curiosity and pride, but a bit of envy is tucked between the folds of my emotions as well. Reluctantly, I've let Yaku be one of the people I keep tabs on too. "So?"

     "So," he says slowly, scratching the back of his head as he looks anywhere but me. "Thank you. You know, for not bringing up everything from middle school. I'm sure it would taint my image a lot. Not that I'm trying to hide it from anyone. I do still feel bad and I'm still incredibly sorry that it's my fault your career ended just as it started."

     "But... um... Shirabu seems to be really into you and from the way the other Shiratorizawa players talk about you, it seems they're all head over heels for you in one way or another. Not that I'm trying to tell you how to bring light to your - "

     "I know," I cut him off, letting out another sigh. This one's light, like hearing the end of my life goals weighing on Yaku just as much as me makes it a little less terrible. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. "I am thankful for Kenjiro and the others though, so... I guess thank you to you too."

     Yaku stares at me for a moment, confusion and disbelief coating his face. It slowly melts into a soft smile though, a ting of calmness weighed on his expression. "Do you mind checking my stance for me? You were always the best at that and I don't have another libero on the team to call me on my shit. Coach seems to think I need to loosen up my stance but I think he's wrong about that."

     "Sure, I wouldn't mind."

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     My fingers seem to flex at their will, trying to calm my nerves as I wait outside for the others to join. A run with a mix of the boys, most notably my Sweetheart's lineup of friends wasn't my idea. It just fell into my lap when Karasuno's short redhead mentioned going on a longer run than usual since he's not in the mountains for the week.

     Before I knew it, a packed mix of all the teams' different members, me included, had plans to go running. I don't want to be here. I don't want to spend time with Karasuno's spiked hair 'Mamas' and Karasuno's loud mouth 'Babe' and especially not Johsai's 'sleepover' want-to-be ace.

     I hate them all. I envy them all. Nishinoya got to see my Sweetheart play. Actually play, not the small bloopers of her helping us train. Tanaka was there at her lowest when she was struggling to start high school without getting to be on a volleyball team. When she was struggling in one of the darkest parts of her depression. Kindaichi was there while her home life was falling apart. When her parents split. When her whole life changed. When she got tested and diagnosed with her illness.

     Maybe it's selfish of me, to be so angry that they got to see her broken pieces. That they got my Sweetheart when she was cracked. That they got to help piece her back together. That they have parts of her I'll never have, never experience.

     That our paths didn't cross until she was melted back together and made of nothing but love and sunshine, with nothing more than a few storm clouds on bad days. Storm clouds that she has down to a routine on how to handle. Maybe it's just me being a sadist, being so upset that I didn't get to see her progress from the lowest parts of her life to the steady understanding she has of it now.

     Maybe I really do need to loosen up a bit. She has a support system. Shouldn't I be happy about that? That my Sweetheart has people that are willing to care about her? People that have stuck by her side through all the bad.

     "If you clench your fists any tighter you're going to snap a bone. I would hate to see what Washijo does with a broken setter."

     My head snaps up, my fists loosen and the anger melts off my face as I look for the source of the sound. Yukie, my girlfriend's older sister, is poking out the door, a small smug smile on her face. She pisses me off too, this time for my Sweetheart instead of because of my Sweetheart. I don't know much about their relationship, other than what I saw yesterday and that there's tension because of the sides of their parents' divorce they took.

     "He'd bitch my whole recovery and then throw me back on the court expecting perfection on the first day back," I honestly answer, toning it as a joke. Washijo is a jack on his best days and a straight tyrant on his worst. "I guess that's something you two have in common."

     The smugness falls off the older girl's face as she pushes herself the rest of the way out the door. "What's that supposed to mean?" She asks, settling on the steps with her arms crossed.

     "Your sister isn't a scared five-year-old anymore who can't understand why Mommy and Daddy are so mad at each other or why they're so mean to you and her. She doesn't need you approving every aspect of her life to make sure it falls into grace on your parents' radars."

     "You don't know anything about us, let alone our parents, and from the way you're so set on wedging yourself between my sister and her friends, I'm guessing you don't know much about them either," she answers back, her tone calm and matter-of-fact.

     "I know enough to know they're important. To know the fact that I'm going on a run with them makes her happy. That I need to try and 'loosen up' as you all keep saying and let go of my jealousy."

     Yukie stands there for a few minutes, the two of us in silence as she rolls over my words. "I don't want to see her hurt again. Her... our mother uses her illness and her support system as an insult enough without some teenager with control issues and the want to get his dick wet doing the same. I'm not going to sit back and let you do the same thing. Her heart is too big to be able to see the difference between poison and water."

     "I know," I mutter, the few situations I've seen between my girlfriend and her mom flickering through my head. It's part of the reason I'm so set on being a doctor. I want to be able to afford the help she needs without a second thought about money. I want to be able to get her out and into a healthier environment. To see her flourish more than she can at the moment.

     "Not that it's any of your business, seriously, but I think she's beautiful in her illness." Yukie's mouth snaps open, ready to respond before I cut her off. "I know it's messed up. I know. I shouldn't be romanticizing depression, but it's true. My Sweetheart is beautiful on her off days. I just..."

     I shake my head as the memories from my Sweetheart's last off day run over me. "Getting to see how strong she is. Seeing her fall apart and watching her put the parts back together. Holding her as she cries her eyes out and then watching her smile and care for my teammates an hour later. It just..."

     I slowly blink the tears in my eyes away before turning toward Yukie. "She's not a broken child anymore that needs her Big Sis to protect her from the world. She's got everything under control. She doesn't need you telling her everything she's doing 'wrong'. You're only making shit worse."

     Again, Yukie opens her mouth to respond, this time getting cut off by the door swinging open. My least favorite pair of Karasuno crows walk out, the cocky want-to-be ace of Aboa Johsai right behind them.

     "Oh, Shirabu-Chan," Tanaka coos, teasing me like always. "The other boys need five more minutes than we're heading out. I hope that doesn't upset you and your bad haircut," he continues to softly mutter, fluttering his eyelashes at me. "We wouldn't want you getting jealous that Shiro-Chan has even more time to hang out with other boys."

     I roll my shoulders, trying to settle the mix of anger rolling onto my tongue. Why does my Sweetheart have to have the most annoying of friends? "It's fine," I manage to push out, shifting my weight to my other foot. "I know she's not going to do anything. Some time without me clinging to her would probably do some good anyway."

"Damn," Kindaichi mutters, his head tilted as he sizes me up for the millionth time. "Shiro-Chan wasn't kidding about you loosening up today." I swear I'm going to knock the first year's teeth out if I don't get kicked out of camp for fighting Yaku first.

"No one knows me as well as my Sweetheart."

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[bungeexotiic]

I guess they had fun❤️

[whore-kyuu]

Request open for any haikyuu x reader

[delicious-peaches-blog]

Karasuno boys with an s/o who can sing (Headcanons)

Daichi

- Absolutely loves his s/o's singing voice

- He tries to sing with you sometimes !

- Shower duets are the best duets

- You'll be in the shower singing to yourself and once he joins you he'll carry out the tune while softly washing your hair or vice versa

- But he also loves it when you sing alone, if you're singing while doing chores he'll stop and listen to you as if you were a mermaid calling to him

- He'll give you all the compliments

Sugawara

- Honestly he fell head over heels once he heard you sing

- he blushes like a madman every time you sing

- Suga also can't help but stare at you in awe whenever you do

- Loves it when you sing to him

- it makes him feel relaxed and loved

- Lots of duets!

- He swears that every time you sing to yourself while you do chores or homework he falls more in love with you

Asahi

- Much like Suga, he blushes like crazy when you sing

- he also stares at you a lot

- If you bring it up he'll probably forget how to speak and turn like a tomato

- Is really shy but asks you to sing for him sometimes

- He also finds your voice really calm and soothing

- He especially loves when you're playing with his hair and singing softly to him

- He'll probably fall asleep instantly and forget about all of his stresses

Nishinoya

- Nishinoya gets really excited when he finds out you can sing

- He'll ask you to sing for him a lot, he's not afraid to let you know that your voice is beautiful to him

- Especially after rough practices and games all he wants to do is listen to your soft voice

- He gives you lots of compliments and hypes you up as much as he can

- He'll probably show off your voice to the team and make you sing for them as well

- Of course you'll feel embarrassed probably and the team is super supportive of you and also enjoys hearing you sing

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This is how I think the Karasuno boys would react to a haunted house (sorry if some are out of character I am not really caught up on the show 😰😅)

Daichi

> I feel he would be really good at scary handling scary thing

> If you are bad at he would kind of be a security blanket

> If you are good at scary things then you guys could watch scary movies all night or see who can scary the other frst but I feel like sometimes he would pretend to be scared just to see you proud of yourself

> Haunted house workers hate him because he just laughs at the scares instead of actually being scared

Sugawara

> LOVES scary stuff

> I feel like he would get scared in haunted houses and from movies but he loves the adrenaline

> Always makes sure our ok when watching scary things if you aren’t good at handling it

> I feel like for Halloween he will want to go to all different kinds of haunted houses with you

> Would probably try to dress up as something scary but his personality doesn’t match the chaos times so even little kids aren’t that afraid

Asahi

> Cannot handle scary things

> He starts to fidget around and jumps at little noises

> However if you aren’t good with scary things he will try to comfort you despite him almost peeing his pants.

> This man can be a baby sometimes and this is one of those times

> When you are watching a scary movie, if you want him to stay with you, try playing with his hair, it calms him down and he’ll probably fall asleep but at least he is with you

> P.S this would be a great time to braid his hair

Tanaka

> Tanaka wishes he was like Daichi but he gets scared at the littlest things

> Scary story night with the team? Yeah he isn’t sleeping

> If you want to go into a haunted house he might try to act tough going in but the moment y’all walk in he is on edge

> First jump scare has him clinging to your arm

Scary movies are a no for him, if he is holding something it is being spilt on the floor at the first scare

> If you really like scary things and try to scare him he probably won’t talk to you for a few minutes but he loves you and can’t stay mad at you for too long

> Will try to get you back though with some fake rubber snake. Just pretend to be scared so he doesn’t feel too bad ok?

Noya

> Like Tanaka he wouldn’t be too good with scary things but he tries to man it out for you

> Because he is small a lot of people think he’s cute rather than attractive or sexy and he doesn’t want you to see him as a kid so he tries to deal with it

> He isn’t very good though. He can out on an act for a movie for about 20 mins before he has to ‘go to the bathroom’ and stay in there until he hears the end

> First time y’all went into a haunted house he was good for the first 3 jump scares but after that he held your hand like his life depended on it, bruising it from the force, and jumped into you while yelping at the remaining scares

Tsukishima

> Mans ain’t afraid of nothing

> Zombies? Cool. Ghosts? Whatever. Overgrown mutant human eating spiders with 20 legs and massive fangs? Not a problem.

> He is seriously no fun when you try to scare him. He kinda just looks at you like it was a pathetic attempt

> Probably suggest for Halloween you dress up as a sexy monster instead of something scary so the holiday is somewhat entertaining for him

Yamaguchi

> I feel like Yams would actually be fairly good at

> He might even enjoy spooky stuff

> Likes to watch scary movies (your first movie date was probably a scary movie)

> Not as good as Tsukishima, still gets spooked sometimes but he is kinda like Suga where he kinda enjoys the scare

> If you try to scare him he probably pretends to be scared but he is really bad at acting

Kageyama

> Kinda like Tsukishima were he doesn’t really get scared but when he does, he does

> One time you scared him so bad (good?) that he screamed like a little girl

> You had to go to the store and buy him a lot of milk for him to talk to you again

> Doesn’t mind haunted houses but doesn’t particularly enjoy them

> He doesn’t really like being scared

> If you like scary things he might try to get a movie but he most likely falls asleep through it

Hinata

> Like Noya he tries to man it out but he does having a breaking point

> I think he wouldn’t be as good about holding out as Noya would be but hew would try (probably asks Noya how he is so good at handling scary things and if he can teach him 😂)

>During scary movies he is probably cuddled into your arm trying to block out what is happening

> Avoids haunted houses like the plague unless you really want to go into them but he will hold your hand with a death grip the entire way through, ya know, to keep you safe

Sorry for any spelling/ grammar errors and if any of them are out of character

[furelise27]

I technically finished haikyuu. I finished all that has come out so far...so I’m gonna start watching it again