#nishinoya angst

[he4rted]

NEVER ENOUGH.

you feel like your not enough for your boyfriend since, he keeps staring at other girls, you even think he’s in love with his high school crush even though she’s with his best friend. for him he thinks everything is perfect, when he zones out a girl just goes to where he’s staring, he calls her pretty for Tanaka since his words get jumbled up (ex. “Tanaka said you look pretty”). A few weeks later you break up with him and now, he’s trying to get you back.

genre: romance, x reader, angst, fluff, college

warnings: lovers to exes to lovers,

a/n: hey guys welcome to my makeup tutorial

status: on hold (I don’t feel sad enough for this yet)

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dti vips | noya support group

CHATROOM 1.

MESSAGE 1. MAYBE WE SHOULD BREAK UP ✎

MESSAGE 2. GET HER BACK

MESSAGE 3. I’M NOT ENOUGH

MESSAGE 4. TEXT BACK WHEN YOU CAN

MESSAGE 5. AM I PATHETIC

MESSAGE 6. PLAY LET ME GO BY DANIEL CEASAR

MESSAGE 7. WILL YOU LOVE ME AGAIN

MESSAGE 8. HEAR ME OUT

MESSAGE 9. I’M SORRY

MESSAGE 10. I STILL LOVE YOU

CHATROOM 2.

MESSAGE 11. PITY PARTY FOR 1

TBA!

EXTRA

yn moodboard | nishinoya moodboard

yn style board | nishinoya style board

[glamourscat]

the years between us | Nishinoya Yuu x reader

mention of time skip | a bit angsty (?) in the middle | fluff ending | hinata being oblivious | the rest of the team being Noya x reader n1 shippers | I wrote this at 4am but I love it

SNAPSHOT 1

Ever since you could remember, Noya had been a rather peculiar guy. Unapologetically loud, energetic and with a laugh that could fill an entire room with warmth. He wasn’t known for being tall, sure, and maybe not for being the prettiest. But Noya had a way about him. The way he carried himself confidently, yet underneath the bravado, he was almost shy. And there was nothing you liked more than catching glimpses of those rare but heartwarming moments.

Like when you flirted back at his terrible pickup lines. When, during a bus ride after a game, his head rested against your shoulder as he slept peacefully, cozy in your warmth. Or maybe it was the way he used his short height to his advantage just to tackle you.

Either way, every moment spent as one of Karasuno’s team managers felt like a blessing. Filled with laughter, joy, a bit of chaos, but so much love. Love for a specific person too.

SNAPSHOT 2

If Asahi had to pinpoint a moment, he would say it was during nationals. That was it. That’s when he started—well, when he, Daichi, Suga, and Tanaka— began to notice the change in Nishinoya. He was a bit calmer. Too calm for his standards. At first, they brushed it off as tension and nerves. They were playing at nationals, after all.

But then they started noticing more and more. The way his eyes followed a certain manager longer than usual. The way his smile turned almost shy when talking to her. Hell, if he could have, he probably would have giggled and kicked his feet from how giddy he looked. And they had just… never seen him like that before, not with such evident heart eyes.

He was no stranger to getting crushes. To parading around declaring, “I think I’ve found the woman of my life,” only to cut to him drooling over someone else the next day.

This, though, was different.

And it was as clear as the summer sky. Noya had a big, fat crush.

SNAPSHOT 3

Graduation came fast. Too fast. The memories blurred together. Glimpses of Sugawara, Daichi and Asahi coming back to see them and maybe, just maybe, shedding a tear or two, despite being only a year older. 

Glimpses of Kiyoko talking to a very flustered but noticeably more laid-back Tanaka. The two having a somewhat normal conversation. 

And then, them.

Even the old group, Kiyoko included, despite her usual quiet nature couldn’t help but comment.

“Did Noya and Y/N have a falling out?” she asked in her usual calm, collected voice, though a tinge of worry slipped through.

“It’s complicated,” Tanaka sighed softly, his gaze drifting back to the duo who were trying, badly, he should add, to avoid looking at each other.

“Something happened. Even I don’t know the whole story. Noya refuses to open up. I suspect they dated in secret for a while, but it’s unclear. They never confirmed or denied it. But one day… the atmosphere in the gym was tense, they weren’t even talking. Even Coach Ukai was worried. Eventually, she quit being a manager before the season ended.”

SNAPSHOT 4

As the years passed, the once Karasuno High members went their separate ways. Some went to college, others straight into work, some pursued volleyball careers. A few even got married.

Despite the distance, the group never failed to see each other. Not always with everyone present. More than once, if Noya was there, you weren’t. And vice versa. Whether it was fate or a deliberate choice, the others never quite figured out.

But time went on and things changed. Eventually, at some point, you two started showing up at group hangouts at the same time. And once became twice. Twice became thrice.

Things weren’t like before. But they weren’t bad either. And the most perspicacious out of the bunch, was able to pick up on the shift that was happening. 

They had all moved on, met new people, become new people. Yet despite the years, despite looking so much like their younger selves, just a little older, they weren’t who they used to be.

Loud personalities had softened, though they still carried that familiar explosive energy. Quiet and introspective ones had grown more outgoing. But at the core of it all, they were still the same bunch of kids from a school in the middle of the countryside, chasing a dream.

Just without a volleyball this time around. 

And despite the years on their faces, now in their late twenties, things were good. Their shared group chat was livelier than ever.

Especially now.

December 31st. As everyone, whether still in Japan or scattered across the world, sent their early New Year’s messages, one in particular made the chat explode.

From: Noya, 00:20

To: All

→ one attachment

Happy New Year, everyone! From Rome with love. (P.S. She said yes, by the way ❤️)

Attached was a picture of you two, smiling in front of the Colosseum. You were showing off your ring, a hint of a soft fading purple bruise on your neck and cheeks caressed by glistening streaks of happiness.

From: Hinata, 00:21

To: All

“WAIT A MOMENT, SINCE WHEN WERE YOU TWO TOGETHER?!?!?! WHAT DID I MISS, GUYS, WTF.”

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[educatedsimps]

Hi! You blog is so adorable it makes my day :))) I’m not sure if you write for Nishinoya but could I request him for the angst prompts “I didn’t know where else to go” and “It wasn’t supposed to end like this” in a time probably right after the game where Asahi left and the team kinda fell apart? He had said something about how he was useless in the game (before Asahi took the blame instead) so I think he needs some comfort from the reader :(((

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nishinoya yū x f!reader

a/n: HI ANONNNNN we’re so glad our blog makes ur day a little brighter ❤️ we actually HAVE been thinking of writing for nishinoya but had no idea where to start so this request is literally perfect THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING IT IN 😆 love u lots and take careee

You jumped as the sound of your doorbell rang throughout the house. Placing your pen on the table and putting your homework to the side, you got up and padded over to the front door in your fluffy home slippers. Opening the door, you were greeted with the sight of your best friend on your doorstep.

Nishinoya stood at your front door in his gakuran with his schoolbag hanging off one shoulder. His signature tuft of blonde hair almost glowed in the evening light, and his hair looked soft as ever. You couldn’t help but notice that he looked absolutely dashing in his uniform. It fit just nicely over his shoulders and chest, hiding the lean muscles in his upper body. It was the same uniform that all the boys wore at Karasuno, but you couldn’t explain why he just looked better in it than anyone else.

It wasn't unusual for Nishinoya to show up to your house in the middle of the day to study or hang out - you used to be neighbours and you were childhood best friends, after all. Although, he'd normally call or text you to let you know before he came over.

Before you could ask, his brown eyes met yours and it was as if a dam had broken. Hot tears started flowing freely down his face as his shoulders shook with how hard he was sobbing. His lower lip quivered and he bit down on it, nearly hard enough to draw blood.

Your eyes widened in panic, freezing for a moment as you processed what was happening. Quickly, you reached out to grab his arm and pulled him into the comfort of your home. Closing the front door, you led him up to your room.

Sitting on the edge of your bed, Yuu's hands were clenched into fists, resting on his knees. His back was hunched and his shoulders tense as he cried. Carefully, you sat next to him and gently took one of his hands in your own. His chest heaved with angry sobs as you slowly ran your thumb over the back of his hand. Your heart physically hurt seeing how hard he was crying, with tears dripping from the edge of his jaw and soaking the front and collar of his uniform.

Eventually, he managed to calm down and quickly wiped the remaining tears off his face. You wanted to comfort him, but you weren't sure what you could say to help. You didn't even know what was troubling him, so you hoped that just being by his side was enough for now.

For a while, the only sounds in your room were the electric whirring of your ceiling fan and his quiet sniffles. You swallowed, thinking of what you could do to comfort him now, like maybe a glass of water and some tissues...

"I got suspended."

You stared at him in shock for several seconds, freezing just as you were about to get him some water. His voice was hoarse, and he swallowed thickly before sucking in a breath. "The vice-principal suspended me for a month 'cause of what happened this morning."

"Yuu..."

"I'm sorry, I should've asked before coming over. I just... I didn't know where else to go." His voice hitched as he pressed the heel of his hand to his eyes, turning away from you slightly.

You reached out and gently brought his hand down from his face, now holding onto both of his hands. His jaw was clenched and his eyes were puffy. You could've sworn you heard your heart break into two as you looked at his tear stained face.

"Yuu, it's okay. I'm here." You hesitated. "What happened?"

He sniffled again, his mouth forming words he couldn't speak.

"It's okay, take your time," You said, offering a gentle smile. He glanced at you, eyes softening a little before he let out a breath.

"You know how we had a match with Dateko last weekend? At the inter high?" He asked, looking down at his hands. You nodded slowly. "Well, we lost. And it's all my fault."

"No, it's not. How could it have been your fault-" You responded almost automatically.

"I wasn't good enough, and I wasn't fast enough. I couldn't pick up all the blocked balls and now it's my fault the entire team is falling apart. Why didn't I try harder to save those plays? I could've saved them, Y/n. I'm a useless libero," His voice broke, full of regret. New tears welled in his eyes and his face was filled with anguish. "And now Asahi-san left. He doesn't wanna play volleyball anymore and it's all my fault. It wasn't supposed to end like this, Y/n."

Before either of you realised it, you had pulled him into a hug. You felt him freeze momentarily from your touch before melting into your hug. His lean arms encircled your torso and held onto you as he buried his face into your shoulder, fresh tears slowly staining your shirt. Your hand moved up to rub slow circles on his back. The two of you stayed like that for several minutes and you prayed to heaven that he couldn't hear or feel how hard your heart was hammering in your chest.

Pulling away, you knew you had to reassure him somehow. You couldn't let him keep thinking he was useless when he was the exact opposite.

"Yuu, I know for a fact that you're not useless. You're one of the best liberos in the country and you know it. Losing that match was not your fault. I know you think it is, but it's not. Volleyball is a game played by six people in each team. So every point that you win, and every point that you lose, you bear the victory and the loss together. I promise you, your teammates won't ever blame you for not being able to save those plays," You stated assuredly. "And it's not your fault that Asahi-san left. I'm sure he just needs a break and he'll come back when he's ready."

"But... but the team is falling apart. The team morale is gone and I can't do anything about it. It's all my fault-"

"Stop, Yuu. It's not. Your. Fault. It's perfectly normal for you guys to feel down after a hard loss, but I can assure you, the team isn't falling apart. Yes, Asahi-san may have left, but the team is still strong. You have amazing bonds within the team and I'm sure things will work out just fine, I promise. Yuu just need to give it time."

Your best friend snorted beside you, his face lightening up a little at the lame joke. You let out a small sigh of relief, glad your poor attempt at humour worked.

"Got it, Y/n," Yuu nodded slowly, rocking back and forth on the edge of your bed. "So... you might be wondering why I got suspended."

Before you could ask, he continued. "I bumped into Asahi-san in the hallway this morning. I was upset that he decided to quit volleyball and that he blamed himself for being a 'useless ace' and I… I kinda just lost it. Yelled at him in front of people and I, uh… may have, maybe.. accidentallyknockedoverthevice-principal'svase…”

“What?”

“I said, I… may have, maybe… accidentally knockedoverthevice-principal’s vase,” He mumbled, sniffling again. You pursed your lips, looking down.

"Anyway, thanks, Y/n."

You looked up, confused.

"For always being there for me," He clarified, before sighing. "I didn't wanna go home first, 'cause my parents aren't gonna be happy about my suspension. And I know Grandpa would try to cheer me up with loud music and stuff and it's... it's not that I don't appreciate him trying to cheer me up, I just- I just wanted to be comforted, and you're the only one who can do that."

A small smile played on his lips, and you swore you saw something shift in his eyes as he looked back at you. Though you might have imagined the way his eyes darted down to your lips for a millisecond.

You don't remember when your heart started doing flips and somersaults in your chest but you sure hoped he didn't notice all the blood rushing to your face.

Suddenly, he stood up, jabbing his thumb to his chest and declaring, "I'm not going back unless Asahi-san goes back, but I'm gonna keep practising my block receives so I'll be better and stronger for the team."

There it is, you thought. That fighting spirit he's always had in him.

"Can you spike for me, Y/n?" he asked excitedly, all traces of his previous sadness gone.

"Sure, Yuu," you laughed.

a/n: i haven't written anything other than argumentative essays for the last two years so i'm really rusty but i hope this was okay :,)

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[zhvakinnn]

Then why me?..

A/N: hey i just wanna do a nishinoya x reader but ill still do the hashira part but I'm feeling kinda angsty for nishinoya

Warning: angst pure

Nishinoya x FEM reader

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

Your both a first year and you've been together 1 month already you both choose a club

Your on a different club while your boyfriend is on a volleyball club

You always go there after your club end or if his club end first he'll pick you up

But ever since then when he joined the b

Club he sometimes forgot about you when you ask where he is the other members say he left already

You don't even know how you two were still together, now that your a second year

You both sometimes hang out or go to an ice cream place to date

But sometimes he forgot your anniversary

So since its your anniversary you brought him home chocolate and a bento

As you walk to the court you can hear yelling once you got closer you can hear

"PLEASE MARRY ME KIYOKO-SAN"

Huh.. strange it sounded like nishinoya when you peak through the door you can see nishinoya holding....a ring giving it to...oh. kiyoko of course..

You've know kiyoko almost everybody know her she's the most beautiful girl anyway smart, talented.. she even caught your boyfriends eyes

You don't hate her because she's sweet and caring but right now you feel your anger rising but not from kiyoko your angry at your boyfriend

You opened the door still holding the chocolate

Nishinoya saw you and ran towards you. Whenever nishinoya is gonna jump on you, you always catch him but today you avoid him and move to the side

"ouch hey! Why did you catch me"

You only stand there which leave nishinoya confused, he hold you shoulder but you snap his hand away

" after all ive give and done for you this is how you repay me?.."

"what do you mean?"

"if you like her so much then why me?"

"i... I don't understand why...what do you mean?"

You give the chocolate and the bento to him and said

" why do you marry her...were done nishinoya"

You walk away not looking back, nishinoya stand there regretting his actions and the other looked at the scene of what's happening right now

Daichi clap his hand telling everybody to get back to practice

Suga then came and said

"get her before everything is to late"

And ran back

He just stand there looking at your gifts... He does not deserve you, and you don't deserve him sometimes your loved but not meant to be loved

Ehe༎ຶ⁠‿⁠༎ຶ not much angst

[fayelero]

— HAIKYUU BOYS WHEN THEY WAKE UP NEXT TO YOU ! multiple

➥ pr : multiple x fem!reader

➥ syn : their reaction to waking up next to you.

➥ tw : fluff, none <3

➥ a/n : there there, a lil multiple for ya <3

The soft, early morning light filters gently into the room, casting a golden hue over everything it touches. The first thing he feels is the warmth of your body pressed against his, the heat radiating between the two of you making the cool air of the morning almost nonexistent. His arms are already wrapped around you, your body naturally nestled into his side, and for a moment, he doesn’t want to move��he doesn’t want to acknowledge that the world is waiting outside.

He slowly begins to wake, his eyes fluttering open just a sliver, not quite enough to make full sense of his surroundings. But enough to see you: soft, peaceful, tangled in the sheets beside him, your hair scattered across the pillow, and the steady rise and fall of your chest as you breathe in and out. It’s a sight that feels almost too perfect to be real, and for a second, he wonders if this is what paradise feels like.

The quiet sound of your breathing fills his ears, so soothing that it almost lulls him back to sleep. The urge to just stay here, to lose himself in the comfort of your presence, grows stronger with every passing second. His heart beats a little quicker, a little more tenderly, as he takes in the peaceful serenity of the moment. You look so content, so safe, so completely at home, and the thought that he gets to be the one who shares this space with you sends a rush of warmth through him.

He doesn’t want to wake you. He doesn’t want to ruin this perfect, calm bubble that exists just between the two of you. So, instead, he shifts, ever so gently, his chest tightening as he moves his face closer to yours. His lips brush against your forehead, soft and light, as though he’s trying to imprint the feeling of this moment into his memory forever. The kiss is brief, but meaningful—like a secret shared only between the two of you.

His hand moves automatically, threading through your hair, tucking a loose strand behind your ear, and his thumb softly traces the curve of your cheek as if to memorize the feeling of your skin under his touch. Every little action is a quiet declaration: he wants to be here with you. He wants to stay like this.

But reality calls. There’s practice to get to, responsibilities waiting outside this cocoon of warmth. He knows it. He can feel the weight of it, but the temptation to stay in this space, this private bubble where nothing matters except the two of you, is far too great. So he pulls you a little closer, his arms tightening around you, and closes his eyes again. He pretends to still be asleep, letting the steady rhythm of your breath against his chest lull him back into the haze of half-consciousness.

If he’s lucky, you’ll sleep just a little longer. If he’s lucky, he can stay here with you a little while more, wrapped up in the comfort of your warmth, the peaceful silence, and the simple joy of waking up next to you. For now, the world outside can wait.

USHIJIMA, ARAN, AKAASHI, ASAHI, KITA

He wakes up slowly, blinking against the soft morning light that filters through the curtains. For a moment, he’s still lost in the warmth of the blankets and the comfort of having you right there beside him. His arm is around you, your body tucked close, your head resting on his chest as you sleep soundly. Everything is perfect, so peaceful, and for a few seconds, he just lets himself relax in the moment, breathing in the familiar scent of you.

But then, his eyes flicker down, drawn to something he can’t ignore: the tiny trail of dried drool that’s escaped from the corner of your mouth, glistening faintly in the morning light. He freezes for a moment, unsure if he’s seeing things, but no, it’s definitely there. A little drool puddle, dried and stuck to your chin. It’s adorable in a way that makes his stomach flutter. The sight is so innocent, so human, and honestly, it’s the last thing he expected to see when he looked at you this morning.

He stifles a laugh at first, biting his lip to keep it quiet, but it’s no use. A low chuckle escapes him, followed by another, until he’s laughing freely, a sound that seems far too loud for this early hour. His whole body shakes with the laughter, his chest bouncing lightly beneath your head as you continue to sleep obliviously.

“Look at you,” he whispers, almost to himself, grinning like an idiot. “You’re so cute when you’re all… out of it.”

He reaches up, his fingers hovering near your face for a moment, tempted to gently wipe away the evidence of your dream-induced slip-up. But he doesn’t. Instead, he lets himself laugh again, louder this time, until it’s almost impossible to keep quiet. The sound of it fills the room, too bright and too carefree to be ignored.

The movement shakes you slightly, your breathing catching in a soft, confused sigh. A little groan slips from your lips as you slowly start to stir, your eyes fluttering open. You blink sleepily, still half-lost in the haze of sleep, and your gaze meets his—still smiling, still amused—and that’s when you feel it. The cold, sticky patch on your chin.

Your hand instinctively shoots up to touch your face, and when you feel the dried drool, your cheeks burn with embarrassment. “Did I…?” you start to ask, but before you can finish, he’s laughing again, louder now, unable to hold back the amusement in his voice.

“Yup,” he says, his voice full of teasing affection. “You were out cold. Drooling all over the place.” His grin is wide, almost mischievous, but there’s a softness in his eyes that makes it clear he’s not teasing you to be mean—he just thinks it’s the most endearing thing he’s ever seen.

You’re still half asleep, blinking at him with the kind of dazed confusion that only a morning hangover of sleep can give. His laughter is warm, infectious, and even though you’re mortified, you can’t help but smile at the way he’s looking at you. The playful gleam in his eyes makes it impossible to stay upset.

“Oh my God, are you serious?” you groan, trying to wipe your face with the back of your hand, but it’s no use. You can already tell you’re too late.

“Yeah, I’m serious.” He leans in closer, his eyes twinkling. “It’s honestly kind of cute, though. You’re just too adorable when you’re all zoned out. I mean, look at you.” He chuckles again, brushing a strand of hair out of your face like he can’t resist getting closer.

You groan and hide your face in your pillow, half wanting to bury yourself completely to escape the embarrassment, but at the same time, his laugh makes you feel warm inside. The sound of his joy—his pure, unfiltered amusement—suddenly makes you realize that this moment, awkward as it is, is something special. It’s the kind of goofy, intimate moment that only happens when you’re truly comfortable with someone.

“Don’t laugh at me,” you mumble into the pillow, though it’s clear your voice is fighting off a smile.

“I’m not laughing at you,” he says, his voice softer now, teasing but still affectionate. “I’m laughing with you. You’re just too cute when you’re not paying attention. Honestly, I wish I had a camera.” He lets out another chuckle, but it’s not as loud this time—more like a quiet, lingering smile.

You finally lift your head from the pillow, cheeks flushed but eyes bright, despite the embarrassment. “You’re impossible.”

“Impossible to resist,” he retorts with a wink, his hand now brushing against yours as he gently pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as if to make up for teasing you. It’s a small, sweet gesture that somehow makes everything feel right again.

You can’t help but laugh with him, despite yourself. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you mutter, before burying your face against his chest to hide the rest of your shy smile.

And as the two of you settle back into each other, the room filled with soft laughter and quiet moments, it becomes clear: even the embarrassing moments are the ones that make waking up next to him unforgettable.

ATSUMU, NISHINOYA, HINATA, KOMORI

The soft light of morning fills the room, gentle and warm, casting a peaceful glow over the two of you. You stir slightly, your body still nestled close to his, the quiet sound of your breath the only noise in the room. The world outside seems far away, like it’s not ready to intrude on the little bubble of warmth you’ve created together.

He wakes up slowly, his gaze falling on you, your face relaxed in sleep, hair spread across the pillow. Your breath is steady, the rise and fall of your chest calming him in a way he can’t quite describe. His heart feels lighter when you’re near, and in this moment, with you wrapped in his arms, the world feels perfectly in place.

For a moment, he just watches you, tracing the soft lines of your face as you remain blissfully unaware. His fingers rest gently on your arm, his thumb absentmindedly brushing over your skin as he smiles to himself, quietly, without making a sound. His chest tightens in the most beautiful way—a mixture of love, tenderness, and admiration he can’t quite put into words.

He can’t help it; he needs to say something. It’s an overwhelming feeling that rises up in his chest, and he has to share it, even if it’s just a whisper, even if it’s just between the two of you.

With a slow, careful motion, he shifts, drawing you closer to him until your head is resting even more firmly against his chest. He lets out a soft breath, his arms tightening around you in the most protective, loving way. His fingers brush through your hair, tucking it behind your ear with a gentleness that speaks to his deep care for you.

“Hey,” he murmurs softly, his voice low and full of warmth. It’s a whisper meant only for you, one that dances between the stillness of the room. “I love waking up like this. With you. So close, so peaceful.” He lets the words hang in the air for a moment, taking in the feeling of having you near. His chest rises and falls slowly, his heartbeat steady against your ear.

He smiles down at you, pressing his lips to your forehead in a soft, lingering kiss. “I adore you,” he whispers, his voice soft but full of so much emotion. “Everything about you. How you make me feel. How you just are.” His words are a quiet promise, the kind that only holds weight in the quiet moments of the morning when nothing else matters but the two of you.

He pauses for a moment, his hand tracing the curve of your jaw as he speaks again, his voice barely above a whisper but carrying all the sincerity in the world. “I never thought I could love someone this much. But here I am, falling deeper every day, every second spent with you.”

His words are like a melody, sweet and soothing, and they sink into your heart in a way that makes you feel entirely adored. You can feel the tenderness in his touch, in the way he holds you close as though he wants to keep you this way forever. Your heart races just a little, not from anything he’s doing, but from how deeply his affection resonates with you.

He presses his cheek gently against the top of your head, his arms wrapped tighter around you now, holding you as though you’re the most precious thing in the world. “I don’t ever want to let you go,” he whispers, his voice thick with the weight of how much you mean to him. “You make everything better. My whole world is brighter because of you.”

You don’t have to say anything; the feeling is mutual. In the warmth of his embrace, you feel safe, loved, and utterly adored. You can’t help but smile softly, nuzzling closer into him, your own fingers trailing up his chest to rest near his heart, as if to tell him you feel the same way.

His lips graze the top of your head again in another sweet, lingering kiss, before he gently whispers one last thing: “You’re everything to me. Don’t ever forget that.”

And in that moment, with the quiet serenity of morning surrounding you both, you feel it—a love so pure and deep, wrapped up in every whisper, every touch, every tender word. You know, without a doubt, that there’s nowhere else you’d rather be than right here, in his arms, as he holds you close to his heart.

DAICHI, KUROO, IWAIZUMI, TERUSHIMA, BOKUTO

The morning sunlight seeps through the curtains, gently bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. The air is warm and still, the quiet of the early hours wrapping around the two of you in a comforting embrace. He stirs awake, still half-dreaming, but immediately notices something strange. Something that feels a little… off.

At first, it’s just a subtle shift—a tightness around his body that he can’t quite place. He blinks, his eyes still hazy with sleep, and that’s when he feels it: your arms and legs are practically entwined around him. Your face is buried in his chest, but your body is draped over him like a sloth attached to its tree—limbs wrapped around him in a way that makes it almost impossible for him to move.

His first instinct is a small, startled breath as he feels the weight of you clinging to him, not entirely expecting it. He’d never really thought of himself as someone who would get trapped in someone else’s sleep embrace, but here he is, caught like a helpless prey. You’re heavy, warm, and—honestly—so close that it’s a little overwhelming. He tries to move, but your grip is like iron. He’s caught, held in place by your limbs as if you were a sleepy, affectionate koala.

“…Uh, okay,” he murmurs, his voice barely audible, his face scrunching in confusion. He shifts just slightly, trying to free his arm, but the more he moves, the more you seem to cling to him. He blinks, unsure whether he should laugh or freak out—this is definitely not how he imagined waking up today.

“Seriously?” he whispers, trying to move again, but your body only tightens in response. You’re out cold, not a care in the world, but for him, this feels like an unspoken challenge. How is he supposed to get up now? How does someone even get out of this?

For a moment, he wonders how long you’ve been like this. Has this been going on all night? He doesn’t even remember falling asleep this way. It’s definitely one of those moments where he realizes that he’s completely at your mercy, and you’re entirely unaware of the hold you have over him.

He lets out a quiet sigh, unsure of whether to laugh or cry, but before he can even fully process it, something happens. You shift in your sleep, a soft groan escaping your lips as you begin to wake. You blink, your eyes fluttering open slowly as the haze of sleep fades.

And then, just like that, the whole situation changes.

As you stretch slightly, your sleepy face turns up to meet his gaze, still disoriented and half-asleep. For a moment, you blink up at him in confusion, like you’re trying to make sense of why your arms and legs seem to have taken on a life of their own.

But then, that sleepy smile forms on your lips, your eyes still a little hazy, and it hits him. You’re so cute when you wake up—just like this, all tangled up and trying to figure out what’s going on. The adorableness of it makes him forget about the discomfort from before, and he feels a warmth spread through his chest, a quiet affection blooming in his heart.

“Morning…” you mumble, your voice still thick with sleep. Your fingers lazily brush his chest as if you’re still trying to make sense of where you are. And then, your eyes widen slightly, realizing how close you’re clinging to him, how wrapped up you’ve gotten around him.

“Oh,” you say softly, blinking up at him with the cutest, sheepish smile. “Sorry… didn’t mean to, uh, trap you.”

His initial awkwardness fades completely, and now, he’s laughing softly, almost shyly, as you still cling to him like a sleepy koala. He looks down at you, the corners of his lips lifting into a soft, affectionate smile. You’re still holding onto him, but it’s not the discomforting sensation it was before—it’s just… cute. It’s just you in your sleepy, adorable way.

“Yeah, you’ve got quite a grip there,” he teases gently, his voice warm with affection. He’s still chuckling, but his tone is more tender now, the smile on his face never quite fading. “You almost had me trapped there for a second.”

You blink, still a little groggy, and then you smile back at him, the kind of smile that makes his heart flutter a little. “I’m really sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking,” you murmur, a small blush creeping across your cheeks as you try to unwind yourself from around him.

He gently places a hand on your back, guiding you a little, but his fingers linger there, warm and reassuring. “It’s okay,” he whispers, leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of your head, your hair messy from sleep. “I don’t mind. You’re just… too cute to be upset with.”

And just like that, the awkwardness is gone. The tension of trying to break free from your grip melts away, and all he feels now is a soft, tender affection for you. You’re his sleepy little sloth, and somehow, that makes him fall for you even more.

As you finally loosen your grip, and you both settle back into a comfortable position, he smiles to himself, holding you close again. “But next time,” he whispers, his voice low and playful, “maybe don’t try to suffocate me in my sleep, okay?”

You giggle softly, your eyes twinkling with a touch of mischief. “I’ll try,” you say, but you both know you’re still going to cling to him, maybe just a little tighter next time.

And he won’t mind one bit.

SAKUSA, TSUKISHIMA, KENMA, KAGEYAMA, KUNIMI

The soft warmth of the morning light brushes across the room, filling the space with a comforting glow. His eyes flutter open, the remnants of sleep still clinging to him. The first thing he notices is you, peacefully curled up beside him, your face nestled against his chest as you softly breathe in and out. You’re so close, so perfectly close, and for a moment, he just lies there, staring at you, completely still.

His heart swells with a quiet appreciation, an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. He’s always had a sense of pride in the things he’s accomplished, but nothing compares to the humbling reality that you’re here with him. That you chose him. He still doesn’t fully understand how he got so lucky, how someone as incredible as you could love him so completely, but he knows one thing for sure—he never wants to take that for granted.

He lets out a slow, contented breath, his gaze never leaving your peaceful face. Your hair falls in soft waves around your shoulders, and the way you look so effortlessly serene next to him makes his chest ache with affection. In that quiet moment, a deep realization settles in his heart: he is beyond fortunate to be loved by you.

A small, soft smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he carefully shifts, trying not to disturb you. He doesn’t want to leave this moment just yet, but a thought lingers in his mind—you deserve something special today. You’ve shown him so much love, and even the smallest act of appreciation feels like the right thing to do.

Slowly, he lifts his arm from around you, carefully extricating himself from your grasp without waking you. His movements are gentle, deliberate, as if he’s afraid that making any noise might shatter the quiet beauty of the morning. He stands up quietly, careful not to disturb the peace that surrounds you. His feet move across the floor to the kitchen with a quiet purpose, the weight of his appreciation for you still lingering in every step.

The kitchen is warm, and as he starts to gather ingredients for breakfast, a sense of joy settles over him. He’s not the world’s greatest cook, but today, that doesn’t matter. He’s determined to make something just for you, something that shows you how much you mean to him. Eggs, toast, maybe a bit of fruit—nothing extravagant, but everything he prepares is filled with love.

As he cracks the eggs into the pan, he can’t help but smile to himself. The sound of sizzling fills the space, and he takes a deep breath, inhaling the simple, comforting scent. His mind drifts back to moments shared with you: the way you laugh when you’re happy, the way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the soft way you cling to him in your sleep. You’ve made his life infinitely brighter, and he knows he’ll do whatever it takes to make sure you feel just as cherished in return.

The food begins to take shape, and he adds the final touches—a little sprinkle of seasoning here, a touch of butter there. He’s focused, making sure everything is just right. He can’t help but feel a sense of pride in this moment, even if it’s something as simple as breakfast. It’s not about the food itself; it’s about the love he’s putting into it.

As he plates the meal, he takes one last look around the kitchen, then heads back to the bedroom with the tray in hand. His heart beats a little faster as he approaches the bed, the tray gently placed in front of you, who is still sound asleep, looking like the most peaceful thing he’s ever seen. He stands there for a moment, watching you, feeling a rush of emotion.

You stir, slowly waking up to the smell of food. Your eyes flutter open, and for a moment, you blink, trying to adjust to the morning light. When your gaze finally lands on him, a sleepy smile tugs at your lips.

“Good morning,” you murmur, your voice soft and warm with sleep. “What’s all this?” You sit up slightly, your eyes widening in pleasant surprise when you see the breakfast he’s made for you.

He smiles, his heart swelling with happiness. “Good morning,” he says, his voice full of affection. “I thought you deserved something special today. You know, just… a little way of showing you how much you mean to me.”

You blink up at him in surprise, the genuine sincerity in his words taking a moment to settle in. His gaze softens, filled with the unspoken truth of how much he loves you. “I’m so lucky to have you,” he adds quietly, his voice tender. “I know I don’t always say it, but I don’t think I’ll ever be able to fully express how much I appreciate you… for everything.”

The quiet sincerity in his words touches something deep inside you. You feel a warmth in your chest that mirrors his, your eyes softening as you meet his gaze. It’s rare, these quiet moments between the two of you—moments where the world slows down, where it’s just you and him, wrapped in the simple, profound bond you share.

You reach out for the tray, the gesture almost instinctive as you try to express your own gratitude in return. “You don’t have to do this,” you say with a soft smile, even as you take a bite of the food he’s so carefully prepared for you. “But thank you, really… this is perfect.”

The moment you take your first bite, his face lights up with a little, sheepish grin. “I wasn’t sure if it would turn out right,” he admits, but the joy in his eyes says everything.

You reach out, gently taking his hand, your fingers intertwining with his. “It’s perfect because it’s from you.”

He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, his lips lingering there for a moment as he pulls you a little closer. “I’ll always do whatever I can to make you feel loved,” he whispers.

And in that moment, everything feels right. The quiet morning, the warmth of the food, and the love between you both—it’s enough to make him feel like the luckiest person alive. Because as long as he has you, he knows there’s nothing he could ever want more.

YAMAGUCHI, OSAMU, SEMI, TANAKA, FUKUNAGA

The soft, golden light of early morning filters into the room, the warmth of the sun spilling gently across the bed. You’re still sound asleep, your chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. The quiet hum of the morning settles around you both, but your partner isn’t quite as relaxed. In fact, his eyes gleam with a mischievous twinkle, and the glint of an idea forms in his mind—a plan he simply can’t resist.

As you lie there, blissfully unaware of his devious intentions, he reaches for his phone with a quiet grin. The excitement of this “perfect opportunity” is too good to pass up. He knows he won’t get another chance like this, and the thought of embarrassing you later with these precious, unguarded photos is enough to make his heart race with playful anticipation.

With as much stealth as he can muster, he slowly leans over, holding his phone in position. He angles the camera just right, focusing on your face—your hair a mess, strands sticking out in all directions like a bird’s nest, and your features relaxed, still trapped in the haze of sleep. Your mouth is slightly open, a drool stain barely noticeable on your cheek. He bites his lip to stifle his laughter, his finger hovering over the button to take the perfect shot.

Click.

A photo.

You stir slightly in your sleep, but you’re still far too deep in dreamland to notice his evil plotting. He snaps another, just to make sure the first one wasn’t a fluke. There’s something about the chaos of your hair, the cute little snoring noises you make, and the utter disarray of your sleepy form that’s so endearing, it’s almost too much to handle.

Another click.

His smile grows even wider as he moves to get even more shots from different angles. You’re completely unaware of the camera flashing, your face a masterpiece of messy bedhead, and he’s getting the best material for future gaslighting purposes. The thought of teasing you relentlessly later, showing you just how ridiculous you look in the mornings, makes him feel both victorious and a little guilty.

But mostly victorious.

Finally, after what feels like a dozen photos, he decides he’s gotten enough “evidence” for later. With a satisfied grin, he gently sets the phone down beside the bed and leans back against the pillows, content with his devious little game. He knows the storm that’s about to come once you wake up and realize what he’s done.

As if on cue, you start to stir. Your eyes flutter open, blinking against the soft light of the morning as the haze of sleep begins to lift. Your gaze drifts to the side, and you’re greeted by the sight of your phone sitting innocently on the bed next to you, the screen glowing with a picture of—you. Your bedhead. Your drool-stained face. The mess that is your hair.

You groan, a deep, disgruntled sound as your hand instinctively reaches for your phone. “What the heck…” you murmur, still half-asleep. You frown at the screen, your eyes widening as you see what’s been captured.

“Did you seriously—” you begin, sitting up quickly, your messy hair flopping in all directions, as you glare at him with sleepy but fiery eyes. He’s sitting there, trying his hardest to look innocent, but there’s a smug little smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“What?” he feigns, his voice dripping with feigned innocence. “You look cute.” He chuckles under his breath, clearly enjoying the moment.

You scoff, swiping the phone and checking the gallery. It’s worse than you thought—there are multiple pictures. Multiple. And of course, they all feature the absolute worst moments of your sleepy self. You can feel your face heating up in embarrassment, and before you can even think about it, you whip your head back around, narrowing your eyes at him.

“You… took pictures of me in my sleep?” you ask, your tone half-laughing, half-scolding. “What the hell is wrong with you? I look like a literal disaster!”

He raises his hands in mock surrender, his laughter now spilling out uncontrollably. “What? I had to capture your natural beauty. You’re just too perfect, and I had to preserve the moment.”

Your eyes roll so hard it’s almost comical. “I swear to god, when I get my hands on you…” You lunge forward, grabbing the pillow next to you and swinging it at him with all your might.

He dodges with a laugh, leaning back and holding up his hands as if to protect himself. “Okay, okay! It’s not my fault you’re so photogenic when you sleep!”

You scoff again, but this time you can’t help the smile that tugs at the corners of your lips. The situation is ridiculous, and while you’re annoyed, the sight of him laughing, the playful gleam in his eyes, makes it hard to stay mad at him for long. You know he’s doing it because he loves you, and that, in itself, is both sweet and aggravating at the same time.

“I’m deleting all of these,” you mutter, swiping through the phone to erase the photos he so proudly took. “And if you ever try this again, I’m going to—”

But before you can finish your threat, he’s already launched into action, grabbing your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed, his arms wrapping around you tightly to keep you from grabbing the phone. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” he says between bursts of laughter. “I’ll never take pictures of you again! Promise!”

You’re both tangled in a playful wrestling match on the bed now, his arms tight around you, laughing together as you squirm and try to get the phone back. He’s winning, of course—he always does—but as you both collapse against the pillows, breathless and still chuckling, you can’t help but feel content. This silly, chaotic fight is just one of the many things you love about your relationship.

And even though you swear you’re going to get him back one day, for now, you’re happy just being in this moment with him—ridiculous bedhead, terrible pictures, and all.

OIKAWA, SUNA, SUGAWARA, YAKU, SATORI

The room is still quiet, the soft morning light filtering through the curtains as the world outside begins to stir. The air is warm, and the only sounds are the gentle hum of the house and the peaceful breathing of the two of you. But something isn’t quite right. The bed is empty on one side, and there’s a slight disturbance in the blankets—no longer tangled around you both like they were just moments ago.

You’re still deep in sleep, completely unaware of the shift in the night. But for him? He’s just waking up, groggily blinking his eyes open. The familiar warmth of the bed is gone, and the soft comfort he’s grown so accustomed to next to you is nowhere to be found. Confused, he stretches, reaching for the sheets, but instead of feeling your soft body beside him, he’s met with—nothing.

He blinks again, still not entirely awake, his hand reaching out for any sign of you. And that’s when he feels it. The cold floor beneath him. He groans, realizing he’s lying on his back in a very not comfortable position. His body is stiff, his face already scrunching in disbelief as he starts to take in the situation: he’s on the floor, and not just any floor—your floor.

The realization hits him all at once. You kicked him off the bed.

A flash of memory comes to him from the previous night: a quiet shift in your sleep, the way you had turned and tossed a little before it happened. He remembers the sudden, unprovoked shove of your foot in his side. At first, he thought it was just a fluke, a gentle nudge in your sleep. But that turned into a full-blown push, sending him off the edge of the bed and onto the floor. Mid-sleep.

He lies there for a few moments, contemplating the absurdity of the situation, his brain still half in dreamland. He could’ve sworn he was just fine a few minutes ago. He could’ve sworn the bed was warm and cozy. But no. He’s here, on the floor, in the most undignified position possible. The worst part? You’re still sound asleep, completely unaware of the little disaster you caused in your sleep.

Fighting the urge to laugh (and maybe scream), he finally decides he’s had enough. It’s time to wake you up and let you know what you’ve done to him. But of course, he’s not going to make it easy. He rolls onto his side, groaning dramatically as he slowly drags himself up onto his knees. There’s a smirk on his face now. The playful look in his eyes is already there, ready to stir the pot.

With a deep breath, he stands up and inches closer to the bed, careful not to make a sound. You’re lying there so peacefully, all curled up under the covers, completely oblivious to the chaos you caused. He watches you for a moment, enjoying the softness of your expression, and then with a mischievous grin, he decides to go for it.

He bends down next to the bed and taps you lightly on the shoulder, his voice suddenly low and dramatic. “Hey,” he says, his tone feigning irritation, “did you, by any chance, happen to kick me off the bed last night?”

You stir slightly, a small groan escaping your lips as you begin to wake up. Your eyes slowly flutter open, still bleary from sleep. You blink a few times, the haze of slumber clinging to your senses. And then, you see him. Standing next to the bed, looking at you with mock indignation, arms crossed over his chest.

And then you realize—he’s on the floor.

Your eyes widen slightly, and you squint as you process what’s happening. The confusion fades quickly, replaced with realization—and then the laughter begins. You can’t help it. It’s like a switch flips inside you. The sight of him—your partner, the one who you know to be tough and capable—laying on the floor like an absolute mess, his hair ruffled and his face scrunched in a way that is just too hilarious, makes you lose it.

You sit up in bed, a loud laugh bubbling up from your chest as you clutch your stomach. “Oh my god,” you say between gasps for air, your voice practically cracking from how hard you’re laughing. “I kicked you off the bed?!”

He stands there, trying to maintain his serious expression, but it’s impossible. His face softens, and a little chuckle escapes his lips as he watches you dissolve into giggles. But he’s not done with his act. He crosses his arms, narrowing his eyes. “Yes, you did. And I have the bruises to prove it,” he says, though the effect is completely ruined by the smile that tugs at the corner of his lips.

You only laugh harder, and honestly, he can’t help but laugh too. The way you’re trying to hold it together, your face scrunching up in between laughs, makes everything so much more ridiculous.

You snort between your giggles, wiping a tear from your eye as you hold onto the blanket. “I’m so sorry,” you manage to say, but your laughter doesn’t stop. “I didn’t mean to… I didn’t know I kicked you that hard!”

“You didn’t just kick me,” he says, finally letting his playful act slip. “You launched me off the bed. I was minding my own business, trying to get some good sleep, and boom—suddenly, floor.”

You’re laughing so hard now, you can barely breathe. The absurdity of it all is too much for you to handle. The image of him on the floor, looking all disgruntled and confused, just makes everything so much funnier. You lean over the edge of the bed, your face flushed from laughter, and reach out to tug at his arm playfully. “I can’t believe I did that!” you say, still laughing, though there’s a hint of guilt in your voice. “You’re lucky you didn’t break something, you goofball.”

He rolls his eyes, though he’s still grinning. “Lucky?” he repeats, raising an eyebrow. “I think I deserve compensation for this kind of behavior.”

You look at him, still in a fit of giggles, and then an idea strikes. With a mischievous glint in your eyes, you scoot to the edge of the bed and lean down with a teasing grin. “How about I make it up to you with snuggles and breakfast?” you offer, your voice dripping with sweetness.

He narrows his eyes playfully, considering it for a moment before shrugging. “Fine, I suppose that’s acceptable,” he says, finally giving in. But as he climbs back onto the bed, you can see him trying to suppress his own smile, the last traces of your laughter still lingering in the air between you both.

As you snuggle close, he drapes an arm around you, still shaking his head in disbelief, but the warmth between you both is undeniable. “I’ll get you back for this, you know,” he says with a grin.

“You can try,” you tease, your voice light and carefree.

And as you both lay there together, still smiling, you know this is one of those mornings you’ll both laugh about for years to come—when you kicked him off the bed, and he was the most adorable angry person on the floor.

HOSHIUMI, LEV, GOSHIKI, KOGANEGAWA, DAISHOU

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[romaevelizz]

now playing crying at the chapel by elvis presley…

˖ ࣪⊹Tears falling down his face as he watched you walking down that isle. Never in millions of years did he think he’d be crying in front of so many people. Tears of joy knowing that you’d be his forever and until you died old together. How the white dress you wore looked so beautiful long making you look like a princess he longed for. You were the reason for his tears, knowing a long future with you awaited him, a dream you’ve had since you where a little girl. A dream he’d promised you. That you’d be the women he’d wake up and go to sleep everyday next to, the women to carry his child. God what did he do right to have you sent to him. He was just a man and you were a god given gift, tears running down his face his hands whipping away tears as he saw a smile appearing on your lips as you mad eye contact with him. You hand taking his hand your father gave you away, “I’m glad I’m leaving her in your hands, because you’ll give her the life she deserves.” Your father spoke giving him a nod. You were his new reason of life. His new light. His reminder he’s worthy of love.

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI, Kurro Tetesuro, TANAKA RYUUNOSKUE, BOKUTO KOUTAROU, Kageyama Tobi, TSUKISHIMA KEI, HINATA SHOUYO, Nishinoya Yu, IWAIZUMI HAJIME, Tendou Satori, OIKAWA TOORU, Akashi Keiji, YAMAGUCHI TADASHI, Daichi Sawamura, MIYA ATSUMU, ARAN OJIRO, +ur fav!☆

[dorkyteenagedirtbag-ks]

Synopsis: Y/N spent his life pushing people away, but Nishinoya’s persistence made him question if he truly wanted to be alone.

*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

Y/N was smart—at least, that's what people around him said. His teachers, his parents, even his classmates.

To his parents, it was a blessing. After all, who wouldn't be happy to have a smart child? They loved boasting about him to other parents, proudly listing his achievements.

But Y/N never felt happy or lucky when people told him that. Either they were praising him to gain his favor so he’d help them, or they outright hated him for it.

As time passed, he grew lonelier. He was so tired of being used by everyone. At least by being a loner, people had a reason to talk behind his back.

But things might change…

After moving because of his parents' work, he had to transfer to Karasuno High School. He was already exhausted by the mere thought of it.

On his first day, when lunchtime finally arrived, he dodged everyone to avoid their questions.

In his search for a quiet place, he found a secluded spot near the gymnasium. He sat against a tree and started eating. Everything was peaceful—until a ball flew straight into his head.

Pain shot through his skull as the ball dropped beside him. Groaning, he rubbed the sore spot before looking down, only to see his lunch scattered across the ground.

Great. Just his luck.

As he scowled at the mess, someone rushed toward him. He was kind of short—at least, shorter than Y/N. He figured the guy would just grab his ball and leave, but life had other plans.

"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!! Did it hurt?? Your lunch is everywhere… Should I buy you a new one!?"

Y/N sighed, already annoyed by the flood of questions, and glared at the boy.

"Yes, it hurts, dumbass! And I don't want you to buy me another lunch—you’ve already done enough!"

He spat out his words with venom before grabbing his belongings and storming off. As he walked away, he could still faintly hear the boy calling after him, asking for his name, but he ignored him.

---

Days later, as Y/N was walking through the corridor, someone bumped into him. He planned to keep going, but, of course, life had a way of ruining his plans.

"Oh! You're the guy from last time! Does your head still hurt!? I haven’t seen you since that day..."

Y/N huffed and tried to walk past him, but the boy blocked his path.

"Why do you keep questioning me every time we meet? Just leave me alone, you're really a pain in the ass."

"I don't know... I'm just curious. And you never answer my questions, which makes me even more curious."

"Look, you seem kind, energetic, and whatever, but please stop talking to me. I have better things to do. The only questions I answer are the teacher's, so if you'll excuse me..."

With that, Y/N walked off to his next class, leaving Nishinoya frozen in the corridor, stunned by his cold words.

---

As time went on, Nishinoya continued trying to talk to Y/N—again and again. Every time he was near, Y/N ran away, avoiding him at all costs. But Nishinoya wasn’t having it. He was persistent.

After two weeks, Y/N finally gave in, too exhausted to keep running.

"Fine! You win. My name is Y/N! Now, can you leave me alone? Please..."

He really thought that would stop Nishinoya, but he was so wrong.

After that, Nishinoya sought him out at almost every recess, constantly trying to convince him to watch volleyball practice. At first, Y/N refused, but after another week, he finally caved.

He arrived at the gymnasium at the time Nishinoya had asked him to come and was immediately hit by the loud noise inside. He flinched but still made his way to the benches.

When Nishinoya saw him, he ran over excitedly.

"Everyone!!" His loud voice echoed through the court, making every head turn toward them.

Y/N tried to stop him, but it was too late. As all eyes landed on him, his cheeks immediately turned red.

"So this is Y/N! He's my new friend! He’s our guest for today!" Nishinoya announced with his usual enthusiasm.

Y/N simply bowed, too shy to say a word. The team waved at him before returning to their practice.

At first, he thought watching would be boring, but to his surprise, it was actually kind of fun. He even tried playing a little, encouraged by Nishinoya’s relentless cheering.

---

That day had been so much fun—Y/N never wanted it to end. But he kept that to himself.

After that, he found himself looking for Nishinoya at every recess. It was the first time he felt like this, but he refused to dwell on it. He didn’t want to admit it.

Because admitting it meant Nishinoya was becoming more important to him than he wanted.

That night, he fell asleep with a small smile on his face.

---

Day after day, Nishinoya continued dragging Y/N to volleyball practice. Because of his frequent visits, the team warmed up to him.

They came to appreciate his quiet nature and found it amusing how flustered he got whenever he received the slightest compliment.

Y/N grew fond of their little routine, where Nishinoya would come to find him and bring him along.

But one day, Y/N found himself waiting for Nishinoya… and he never came.

The students who usually ignored him seemed to avoid him even more that day. His brows furrowed, making his usual scowl even darker. It was as if a storm cloud hovered over him.

He tried to brush it off, but he was furious. Furious at himself for missing Nishinoya. Furious at Nishinoya for vanishing.

Who was he to worm his way into his life and then disappear!?

By the end of the day, Y/N stomped home, fuming. He had, admittedly, tried looking for Nishinoya during the day, but why should he? This was the peace he had always wanted… right?

---

A whole week passed, and Nishinoya was still nowhere to be found. Y/N was going crazy—crazily annoyed.

That day, he finally gave in to curiosity and headed to the gym to ask the team about him. He hesitated at the door but eventually pushed it open.

Then he heard him and took a small peek at where the voice was coming off.

Nishinoya—with a girl.

So that was it? He’d been ignored all week… for a girl?

At that moment, a volleyball rolled to Y/N’s feet. Fate had spoken.

He picked up the ball and threw it straight at Nishinoya’s face.

"Now we’re even. Don’t ever talk to me again," he huffed before turning on his heel.

Nishinoya clutched his head, stunned, as Y/N stormed away. The girl beside him looked equally shocked.

"Nishinoya…?" she started, but he didn’t hear her—he was already chasing after Y/N.

"Hey!! Wait!! Why did you do that!?"

"Leave me alone. Go back to your girl," Y/N snapped, bitterness lacing his voice. He didn’t know why it hurt so much.

"My girl?? But... she’s not my girl!" Nishinoya protested.

Y/N stopped and turned to him.

"Look, I don’t care if she’s your girl or not. You and I were never friends anyway."

Nishinoya’s expression darkened.

"Wow… so it’s like that…"

"That’s not what I meant…" Y/N trailed off, lost for words at the sadness in Nishinoya’s eyes.

"You said enough."

Nishinoya turned to leave, but Y/N instinctively grabbed his hand.

"Nishinoya, that’s not what I meant... It’s just—you weren’t here all week, and I thought… I don’t know, that you ditched me. Like everyone else did."

"Oh… If you’d texted me, you’d know I was sick. And that girl? She’s just a friend. She wanted advice about her crush." Nishinoya grinned.

Y/N swallowed hard. "...Oh. I didn’t know. I’m sorry about the ball… Does your head still hurt?" he asked touching Nishinoya's head.

"Nah, I’m used to it. You know, Hinata’s spikes are way worse."

They stood close—too close. Y/N’s heart pounded. His cheeks burned.

"...M-Maybe we’re a little too close..."

Nishinoya smirked at the sight of Y/N so flustered.

"Wow, I didn't know I could make you blush like that. Maybe you're in love with me...?"

"What? No! Who would be in love with you?! See you later—maybe. Or maybe not!"

And just like that, Y/N bolted away from Nishinoya.

The girl standing next to Nishinoya raised an eyebrow at him.

"Maybe we should've been talking about your crush instead of mine..."

"Shut up, I don’t know what you’re talking about," he grumbled, crossing his arms before heading back to practice.

---

After that day, Nishinoya made sure to see Y/N every day so he wouldn’t feel alone.

Each time Nishinoya showed up, Y/N smiled—though not too much. If he did, Nishinoya would definitely tease him, and he couldn’t have that. He still had his pride, after all.

A month passed, and after relentless teasing from his teammates, Nishinoya finally decided to ask Y/N out. Today was the day.

Standing in front of Y/N, he scratched the back of his head, looking unusually nervous.

"So, I was wondering... You know, it's been a few months since we met, and I thought that maybe, just maybe, we could, you know… go out together. Outside of school." His face was burning red.

"Like a friend hangout??" Y/N asked, stars in his eyes, completely oblivious.

"Mmh... I was thinking more like a date..."

"Oh..." Y/N turned just as red. "Mmh... Why not..."

Nishinoya grinned and ran off, happy with the outcome.

The next day, they met at the school’s front gate before heading to the park. They laughed, played around, and simply enjoyed each other’s company. After years of feeling lonely, Y/N was finally happy—all because of Nishinoya.

"It's good to see you smile this much," Nishinoya said, watching Y/N fondly. "You should do it more often."

"But not every day is as good as today. I should save my smiles for special occasions."

"Then I guess I’ll just have to make every day special so I can see your smile all the time."

"Just being with you is special enough for me," Y/N admitted, blushing.

Nishinoya smirked. "Mmh, maybe we could make today even more special, then."

"How?" Y/N blinked, confused.

"Like this."

Without warning, Nishinoya leaned in and kissed him. Y/N, stunned at first, quickly melted into the kiss.

And just like that, they became boyfriends.

- 𝐊𝐒

[kuroppiii]

  apple bottom jeans ᵕ̈       timeskip!hq men ( atsumu , shōyō ,       oikawa , ushijima ) that i think can       actually dance at the club ˎˊ˗

⋮⋮ ˒ ₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎ 𖥻 ⿻ : and i DON ' T mean just ⋮⋮  two-stepping to the music blasting, ⋮⋮  jesus christ no!!!

📋 content     ♡ # 𝘧𝘭𝘶𝘧𝘧 🐮 ( ? )     ♡ # 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘴 🥛     ♡ # 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘵 - 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱     ♡ # ~500 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴     ♡ # 𝙘𝙬 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 ! ( 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘣 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨     𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘮𝘢𝘰 ) + 𝘢𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘰𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

🎶 on shuffle " dare " - gorillaz

🧸 directory  ‹ ✩  like what you read ? check out more of my blog !  •ᴗ•

💬 kuroppiii ─ “ thought of this while listening to gorillaz 💪 someone take me out partying pleaseee i need to dance and sweat and get buzzed again !! ”

︴miya atsumu ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

big frat guy energy but unfortunately he gets away with it because they way he looks at you, drink in hand, as he's bumpin to the beat is HOTTTT

like guys... c'mon now

with the top buttons of his shirt undone and like a chain on yes pls

the type to look straight into your eyes as you two sing along to songs line for line, BAR! for BAR!!!

lots of action with the arms and elbows from him (yeah frat energy i fear)

hand on your ass as you two vibe to the music, definitely, no question

he'd be hyping you up too with like one of those stupid cartoonish-ass whistles AHHHH THE DEMONS ARE MAKING ME TYPE THIS

also he can get into it without even drinking like just let this man dance!!! (but ofc he has a few shots it's a fucking party lmao)

beige flag: he will jump up and down to some carti or kanye or some shit and he will look a bit corny if you really squint

︴hinata shōyō ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

A LITTLE MUCH AT TIMES like babes this is not magic mike chill with the body rolling bud

but also the redheads got some good moves, good for him!

it's all in the shoulders 🫡

like think that timothee chalemet edit that went viral during quarantine (💀💀💀)

likes to spin you around and really dance with you y'know

holding ur hands the whole time aw

just wants to make sure yall are having a good time

watch out for when those latin songs come on tho because this boy will go HAMMM

shoyo my brazillian king x bad bunny? YUPPPP

p.s. he would def end up crowd surfing somehow

︴oikawa tōru ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

one that sways along with you from behind so that randos can't sneak up on you (romance is so back!!)

hands always on your waist, holding you close

talks to you by bending down and mumbling into your ear barkbarkwoofbarkwoofwoof

like a chiller 'tsumu bc i don't think he's really the type to be belting lyrics with you like that but he's definitely feeling himself LORD

don't be scared, shake some ass on him, he don't mind 🤷‍♀️

if he ends up in front of you, gets really close to you, like all up in your personal space, still dancing ofc

but he can't help his eyes RAKING you up and down when you two are like that heart eyes

if a nikki minaj song comes own he definitely knows all the lyrics OOPS WHO SAID THAT NOT ME

︴ushijima wakatoshi ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘°  

HEAR ME OUT

he needs a few drinks to get there BUT!!! he can get a little loose you feel me?

it's starts out gradual, bc completely sober he's definitely a two-stepper booooo

but as the alcohol kicks in, and they especially play the more fun and carefree songs not so much the tiktok thirst trap type tracks lol–he starts opening up more!

and its kinda cute like his skillset is kinda limited to dance moves straight out of a coming of age film dance montage

lowkey the toby maguire dance from spiderman 3 is gonna make an appearance (ushi secret geek agenda but that's my ted talk for another day)

i can see him getting turnt to some chappell roan (him doing the hot to go! dance 😭)

but but but the BEST part's when he's fighting back a smile as he's dancing, you two feeling like you're the only ones on the dance floor together

or your arms up and around his neck and his hands on your hips, him not being able to keep his eyes off you, feeling the bass hitting in your chests... yeahhhh

       ⇩  ⇩  ⇩ 𝘽𝙊𝙉𝙐𝙎 ::

︴nishinoya yū + tanaka ryūnosuke ․﹒∗*○․﹒✧∘° 

i HAVE to put them together in an honorable mention because you bet if one of them is dancing, the other is holding their phone flashlight up, shining it all on the other

they both pull up in shades even if the club is inside 💀💀💀

dance circle? THEY'RE GETTING STURDY IN THERE

THEY'RE DOING THE WORM

GETTIN DOWN LOWWWW

maybe even hitting the gritty? who knows? ironically ofc (not)

like yeah they obviously can dance well with someone each on their own

but the amount of money i'd pay to go clubbing with the both of them? embarrassingly large amount i'm willing to give up

trulyyy life of the party when they're both on the dancefloor together

[ghost-recs]

CAN I ASK FOR YAKU OR NISHINOYA RECS IF U HAVE SOME⁉️

OF COURSE!! and why not both? my favorite liberos getting much deserved love💕

Nishinoya Recs

when you go away, i still see you by @kisskawa

synopsis: summer after graduation meant new beginnings, but it also meant goodbyes. however, you hope that some things never change.

i love the way this is written sm, fluffy oneshot with a tinge of angst.

thinking started feeling like burning by Grae_Coltrane [ao3]

synopsis: you had always thought you knew what would grant you happiness in life. but six years after graduation, you find yourself in front of your ex's house without a thought or feeling left in your body.

ngl, i was a little skeptical about this one, but it turned out to be so so cute! i love the way this is written, and noya is literally the sweetest little tornado! (thank you lovely anon for the recommendation!)

Bruises by Emocean (orphan_account) [ao3]

synopsis: you decided that soulmates are overrated, as yet another deep dark bruise appears on your body.

soulmate au in which the injuries your soulmate gets appears on your body as well, cute little oneshot!

Split Lives by GhostiMoth [ao3]

synopsis: you hate to think how slow and boring your life has gotten. after living a day in the body of your soulmate, hopefully that will change.

soulmate au where you and your soulmate switch bodies for the day, wholesome oneshot living the life of nishinoya.

Your Biggest Fan by queenofhyrule [ao3]

synopsis: being late to one of the most important games in nishinoya's career was not ideal, but the reason why was worth it.

best friends that obviously simp for each other, warning it gets spicier throughout (not totally sure how i feel about the ending, but still cute)

Strawberry Cream by skeletiddies [ao3]

synopsis: nishinoya takes tanaka's advice on how to confess to you, but things go horribly wrong.

crack oneshot, but a happy ending! this took me off guard, but made me laugh.

Bad Sleeping Habits by @oreosmama

synopsis: you and noya never know what to expect from each other before going to sleep.

just some short drabbles of the weird things you and noya do in your sleep, crack.

Yaku Recs

untitled: cloud 9 by @writingbymoonlight

synopsis: yaku shouldn't be held accountable for the way he acts around you.

coffee shop au, adorable oneshot that made fall for flustered yaku.

another untitled oneshot by @shoulmate

synopsis: yaku will take the disses if it means you will reveal what you truly think.

cute lil oneshot that i frequently occasionally think about.

Begin Again by hyuniebaby [ao3]

synopsis: after a toxic relationship, you're not used to being treated in the way you deserve.

YAKU IS A GENTLEMAN .

Burnt Out by 3rdgymmanager [ao3]

synopsis: yaku will respect your decision to quit volleyball, but not without some effort to persuade you otherwise.

oneshot that is purely yaku being the best supporter

If Only I Were Selfish by ThisNoodleWrites [ao3]

synopsis: yaku's biggest regret is that he wasn't selfish when it came to you, but time has given him a second chance.

timeskip oneshot with some reflections back to yaku's high school days, sweet happy ending.

[strwbrryeyes]

Hiii, I love your writing sm, idk if you're taking asks rn so if you're not im so sorry 😭😭 BUTTT if you are can you Nishinoya Headcanons for female reader who is taller than him like by 6-7 inches and she plays volleyball too and he's got a huuugeee crush on her?

𖦹°｡⋆ Nishinoya having a crush on a taller girl

⟡ cw: sad noya :(, taller reader, tiny bits of angst, lmk if i missed anything

⟡ an: bahhh kind of shorter than i would like but i hope this is good enough im bad at these kind of headcanons so im sorry if it isn't what you wanted exactly</3

Nishinoya has been utterly in love you ever since he watched the girls volleyball team practice.

You and Nishinoya were put in the same class your second year of highschool but never really talked until you came up to him after watching the boys volleyball team play against aoba johsai in a practice match. He was elated that such a pretty girl was talking to him, let alone complimenting him, but he was even more happy and excited when you invited him to come watch your practice.

From then on, Nishinoya has never let his own team know peace because he was always gushing over you and your amazing volleyball skills

“You should have seen the way she spiked the ball! It was like Hinata’s spike but better!” He would exclaim causing a whine from Hinata who was clearly offended.

He would also make it a point to come to any practice he could make it to as his schedule with volleyball was just as busy with yours.

“Nishinoya! You’re here a again!” You ran up to him with only one of your volleyball shoes on and the other on your hand making him laugh a bit before he nodded and handed you a sports drink.

“Yeah! I had so much fun watching you all play the other day that I thought I could stop by again whenever I can!” He explains, smiling as you take a sip of the energy drink.

After a while, you started watching his practices whenever you could as well as going to any big games he had which only made him melt because it just meant he got to show off how super cool he was.

“Oh! [name]! Did you need something?” Nishinoya runs to you as soon as he sees you walk through the gymnasium door.

“Nope! Just thought I’d come by and watch you practice as a sort of returning the favor type deal since you come and support me so often” You softly say before you remember something and open your backpack to take out the protein bar and sports drink you brought for him making the butterflies in his stomach flutter like crazy.

Nishinoya genuinely thought he had a chance with you and was talking to Tanaka about how he was going to finally make a move on you and properly ask you out but that was all shattered when Tsukishima overheard them and chuckled saying “You really think [name] is going to go out with someone who is shorter than her?”

“Bro, don’t listen to him, you know how Tsukishima is.” Tanaka tries to reassure him but Nishinoya just shakes his head and sighs.

“No, he’s right this time.” Nishinoya drops to the floor and lays down to look at the ceiling “she would never go out with someone who is like what, 6? 7? Inches shorter than her? I have to face it, I have no chance with her.”

Nishinoya then distanced himself from you because he didn’t want to face the fact you could never like someone like him. However, this didn’t go unnoticed by you.

You hadn’t had a chance tot alk to Nishinoya in a few days and at first you thought it was just because he was busy so you didn’t think too much of it until one day school was let out early meaning there were no after school activities so you thought of this as you chance to go talk to him.

You had found him at his locker getting ready to leave, Tanaka next to him. As you walked closer, you could see Tanaka look at you then back at Nishinoya to tell him you were coming making him turn his head a little to see you but quickly walked away once he realized you were actually coming his way leaving Tanaka alone and disappointed and leaving yourself confused and a little hurt.

“Hey Tanaka…” You greet the wing spiker before looking over his shoulder before you continue “Is Nishinoya mad at me? Did I do something wrong? He hasn’t walked to me in days.” you pout with your eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“He’s not mad at you, [name].” Tanaka puts his hand on you shoulder as he sighs “Noya just- he’s just in his head about something but it isn’t my place to tell you about what just try to talk to him? Please?” Tanaka says and asks making you nod in response before he walks away.

You think about what Tanaka says and become determined to talk Nishinoya even more than before so one day at lunch time, you quietly follow Nishinoya to the rooftop where you found out he’s been going since he stopped talking to you. Once you reached the rooftop, you watched as he went to where he would look over the school’s courtyard from the holes of the wired fence and took this as your chance to corner him.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You blurt out making Nishinoya jump out of terror and shock.

Once calmed a bit, Nishinoya turns to look at you, up at you and he sighs before going back to looking at the rooftop view. “I’m not ignoring you.” He says flatly hoping its enough for you to leave him alone but of course, it isn’t enough and you grab his shoulder to force him to look at you.

“Yes you are! Everytime I call out for you you run away or say you’re busy!” you shout with a slight pain in your voice but after a second you take a deep breath and regain your composure “Tanaka said something’s been bugging you but he wouldn’t tell me what it was and considering that you’ve been distant, I guess it has to do with me. So spill.”

Nishinoya looks into your eyes, thinking of what to say but nothing is coming to mind leaving you both in dead silence with only the distant sound of laughter and chatter of students enjoying their lunch.

A minute passes and you sigh and look at the ground before turning to look back at Nishinoya’s face. “Okay fine. You don’t want to talk to me? Then don’t. I’m leaving.” you say as you grab your bag that at some point fell on the ground and turn to walk away but are stopped when you feel a hand on your arm.

“I like you, [name]. I have since the moment I first saw you play volleyball.” Nishinoya starts as he pulls you closer to him, making you look at him again. “And everyday since, I have fallen harder for you. Whenever you automatically take a sip of the drink I bring you, everytime you come give me snacks at my practice, when you hit my head to wake me up when im sleeping in class. I am always finding more things to love about you but it hurts. It hurts knowing you’ll never feel the same way about me.” Nishinoya croaks out his feelings, leaving you shocked and speechless. Nishinoya waits for a reply but when he doesn’t get one, he lets go of your arm and sighs “So yeah, forgive me if I want to distance myself from you before I get hurt by you not liking me back.”

“Who said I didn’t like you back?” You finally say, a serious tone taking over.

It was now Nishinoya’s turn to be shocked. “You like me back?” he asks and you nod in response. “But I’m shorter than you how could you like me ba-”

“What does you being shorter than me have to do with any of this?” you interrupt his rambling with a look of genuine confusion and all Nishinoya can do is blush.

“Well, I don’t know really it’s just that Tsukishima said that someone like you would never go out with a shorter guy.” he looks down in embarrassment as he explains what Tsukishima had told him.

“That tall blondie? Now why would you ever listen him?” you ask Nishinoya and all he can do is shrug and you just shake your head before pulling Nishinoya in for a quick hug before looking at him again “I don’t care how tall you are, if you're shorter than me or taller than me. I like you for who you are. Your personality is one of the brightest ones I have ever seen. Your dedication to volleyball is amazing and I admire how you play on the court all the time. Everything about you is perfect, Nishinoya. Nothing can change my mind. Not you, not Tsukishima, not anyone.” You tell Nishinoya all the things you love about him and you can see his face get a little redder. “So does that mean you’ll go on a date with me?” he finally asks (more like blurts) causing you to giggle before grabbing his hand and nodding.

“I would love to go on a date with you, Noya.” you accept his invitation and then smirk “but first let’s go tell Tsukishima that he was stupid and that you’re all I could ask for.” you suggest going to look for the person slash reason Noya didn’t talk to you and ask you out sooner and he agrees and jumps in joy because he finally has the girl of his dreams.

[cvnt4him]

— ˗ˋ ୨ nekoma, connect. ୧ ˊ˗ —

fluff/comfort → ❤︎ smut → ** angst → ☹︎

random shit → 𖦹 suggestive → * request/asks → 🎗️

EVENT!! → ★ multi char → ☁︎ mikahs fav! → ♪

Kurasuno!!

event(s)↓

ೃ࿔ 𝑐𝑣𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯!

➪ ୨ kageyama tobio୧

Kageyama w a crush→ ❤︎/𖦹

Cuddling w kageyama→ ❤︎/𖦹

tobios first love.→ ❤︎/𖦹

hinting to tobio you like him.→ 𖦹

cuddlefucking.→ 𖦹 / ** / ♪ / ☁︎

holding kageyama.→ ❤︎/𖦹

kageyama isnt good at people.→ ❤︎

hickeys on tobi's neck.→ *

tobi's hands are always cold.→ ❤︎

➪ ୨shoyou hinata୧

no nut november.→ **/★

coming back from brazil.→ */𖦹

sho's first kiss?→ */𖦹/🎗️

picking sho up from the airport.→ ❤︎/𖦹

shoyou breaking up w you before graduation.→ **/𖦹

fat reader.→ ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ☁︎

sex w shoyou.→ **

cuddlefucking.→ 𖦹 / ** / ♪ / ☁︎

pssy eaters.→ **

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

➪ ୨ yamaguchi tadashi୧

yama who..→ */𖦹

only you.→ ❤︎/🎗️

➪ ୨ asahi azumane୧

azu who loves his s/o.→ ❤︎/𖦹

azu the family man.→ ❤︎/𖦹

Cuddling azumane.→ ❤︎

azumane holding his partner.→ ❤︎

fat reader.→ ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ☁︎

➪ ୨ daichi sawamura୧

cuddefucking.→ 𖦹 / **/ ♪ / ☁︎

pssy eaters.→ **

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

➪ ୨ sugawara koushi୧

cuddlefucking.→ 𖦹 / ** / ♪ / ☁︎

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

Nekoma!!

➪ ୨ kuroo tetsuro ୧

fat reader.→ ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ☁︎

things kuroo would post.→ 𖦹 / * (?)

cuddlefucking.→ 𖦹 / ** / ♪ / ☁︎

dry humping n fingering.→ 𖦹 / ** / ♪

pssy eaters.→ **

boyfriend!kuroo shenanigans.→ 𖦹

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

warming kuroos hands between your thighs.→ 𖦹 / ❤︎

Fukurodani!!

➪ ୨ bokuto kotarou ୧

fat reader. → ❤︎ / 𖦹 / ☁︎

pssy eaters.→ **

➪ ୨ akaashi keiji୧

cuddlefucking. → 𖦹 / ** / ♪ / ☁︎

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

Inarizaki!!

➪ ୨ atsumu miya ୧

pssy eaters.→ **

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

➪ ୨ osamu miya ୧

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

➪ ୨ suna rintarou ୧

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

Shiritorizawa!!

➪ ୨ ushijima wakatoshi ୧

reader is sick.→ ❤︎ / ☁︎

ᯓ all rights reserved © @cvnt4him 2024-2025. all fanfics belong to me, please do not copy, translate, repost, or rewrite what I have already written. Taking inspo is perfectly fine w appropriate credits!ᯓ

[he4rted]

I’m sick and lazy so insert great description

dti vips | masterlist | MESSAGE 1. MAYBE WE SHOULD BREAK UP

taglist: open @3lectraheart @getvaccinated @kuroaka @choerry-picking @spiderlily-w1tch-blog @4rmins @hwanghyunjinismybae @integers

[glamourscat]

HAIKYUU HCS

-> HINATA, KAGEYAMA, YAMAGUCHI, NOYA, OIKAWA, SUGAWARA, BOKUTO

HINATA

When Hinata moved to Brazil alone he was excited, he had dreamed of this for months. The training, the beach, the sand… But that first night, everything came crashing down.

He waited for his mother to call him for dinner, but no one called. He waited for his sister to barge into his room, but no one did. He waited to hear the crows outside the window as the sun set and old Japanese couples chatted on their porches, but none of it came.

Silence was thick.

And then everything blurred as tears rolled down his cheeks. He couldn’t stop the sobs as he stared at his phone background, at the Karasuno photo with Kageyama, Tsukki and Yamaguchi.

He fell asleep with wet eyes, panic slowly easing from his chest, replaced by something heavier. Loneliness. Because for the first time in his life, he was truly alone.

KAGEYAMA

Sometimes, he wonders, what if? What if he had been nicer to Hinata? To the others? What if he had just tried to open up?

He watches old videos from training camps and summer retreats. Everyone else is laughing, joking around, tangled in the warmth of what Karasuno used to be at the end of the day, a family. Not just a team. And yet he sees himself in a corner, quiet, distant.

He remembers what they said, word for word. His mouth moves on its own, echoing them as if he knew all the pauses, all of the words by heart. But it doesn't matter anymore. Because it's something he can never get back, he is not that Karasuno kid anymore, and neither are them.

NOYA

The wind runs through his hair as he walks down the narrow, old streets of a city he barely knows. Laughter stops him in his tracks. He turns just to be meet with the sight of a group of guys (around his age) all in uniform, shoving each other playfull. One of them throws a volleyball in the air as he walks, two are bickering with each other and one, who he presumes is the captain, is running behind them as they head into the gym.

He watches them for a second too long. He’s sure he made the right choice, he tells himself. He wanted freedom. No more volleyball, no ties, just the open world. So why does his chest ache like this? Why does it feel like something is missing?

YAMAGUCHI

He cannot stop staring at the TV. One day it's Hinata's match. The other, Kageyama's. Then Tsukki's. And another day, it's people he used to know from high school.

His eyes find a sequence of framed pictures on a shelf in the living room. Him and the others during first year. Him and Tsukki. Him and the others at summer retreat. Third year graduation.

"Let's all keep in touch, guys! Do not disappear!" He remembers Hinata screaming happily, in that cheerful tone he always had, right after getting their diplomas. That smile, always bright and full of warmth.

Yes. Let’s all keep in touch. Right. And where are you all now?

OIKAWA

Where is he? Where is he, damn it. He tries to control his breathing. He needs to be on the court soon. He has to focus. He cannot afford to screw this up. He cannot screw this up. If he does, he can say goodbye to the Olympics. And yet, his mind seems focused on only one thing. Him. Iwaizumi.

He promised he would be here.

Oikawa's eyes scan the court, row after row. And yet his figure is nowhere to be found. Five minutes before the start. He shouldn't. He should get his head in the game. But he can't. So he allows himself to check his phone.

FROM IWAZUMI → hey, i can't make it. something came up. catch you soon though, yeah? good luck.

"Oikawa? On the court. We're about to start," one of his teammates calls from afar.

And as he puts his phone away, all he can think is "he promised."

SUGAWARA

The school is quiet. He's stayed back again to finish grading some papers and to help to organize the gym for an upcoming match. It's peaceful, familiar. And yet there's an ache that he can't explain. He picks up a whistle from the bench. Coach ukai used to yell at them with it. Daichi would scold the first years. Asahi would panic. Hinata would laugh.

He holds it in his hands a little too long. He knows he's not supposed to miss it this much. He's moved on. He decided to become a teacher, just like everyone else decided to do their own thing. And yet, sometimes, he turns a corner and still expects to see Tanaka shouting or Kageyama brooding or even Noya jumping on someone's shoulders.

But now. It’s just him and the silence that seem to hold more memories he can remember.

BOKUTO

He laughs loudly as usual at dinner with his new team. They all cheer when he makes a joke and it feels good. It really does. But when he goes home and the door clicks shut behind him, the silence feels heavier than it used to. He tosses his bag aside and flops onto the couch, scrolling through old videos without thinking.

Akaashi. Akaashi’s in the background smiling in that way, small and yet so fond, thta only him knew how to. They still talk. Still see each other sometimes. Coffee before games. The occasional dinner. Polite, easy. Familiar. And yet something’s missing. The warmth. The closeness. The quiet way Akaashi used to look at him, like he understood Bokuto even when Bokuto didn’t understand himself. He stares at the frozen frame a little too long.

He knows he's doing well now, but sometimes the louder the crowd cheers, the more it all rings hollow. He presses play again, lets the sound fill the room and for just a moment he lets himself pretend.

Pretend that Akaashi is still there, beside him, and that nothing ever changed.

sorry not sorry for the angst <3

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[wiresage]

Timeskip haikyu head canons!

How the Karasuno boys would react to you confessing; But they don’t like you back…?

Daichi: “ah…” Daichi is known to be very mature and polite. He’d want to let you down in the least damaging way possible but he may get stuck on how to do it at first. “I’m sorry, I really appreciate our friendship y/n but.. just our friendship.. please forgive me.” His tone would be softer than when he’d usually speak to you, not wanting to hurt the relationship anymore than this already had.

Kōshi: Our sugawara is another very mature soul, especially later on. He would want to approach the situation as gently and sensitively as possible. “I’m so flattered that you feel that way about me but I wouldn’t want to lead you on. I’m sorry, I just don’t feel the same way at the moment…I’m sure there is someone out there who is waiting and willing to give you all you deserve.”

Noya: “I- oh-" Noya is a very confident person and that would stay with him as her grew older but he may still not be the best at problem solving. Maybe getting a bit awkward and avoiding it. “You don’t wanna date me, I never stay in one place and long distance is hard!”

Tobio: he would practically choke on your words at first but once the initial shock wore off he’d struggle with his next move. “What are you talking about?.” A small blush appearing on his face but out of embarrassment. He’d later on beat himself up about rejecting you like that but he’d never speak to you about it after. About 100 apology drafts in his notes, forever unsent.

Tsukishima: “oh..I’m not interested..” Tsukishima is blunt but not as cruel as people may think, especially as he gets older. 

I’ll make a pt2 with the rest of them later 😁

[guitarstringed-scars]

the ravens eye diner

masterlist

opening shift

the waiters

the cooks

the front of house

fun facts:

-the ravens eye diner is probably the most popular restaraunt on campus

-so tips are usually pretty good

-the ravens eye has live music on weekends, and when they can't find a new band, they usually just have semi play with his guitar

-those are the best nights

taglist: open!

a/n: so excited for this insanely ambitious project

[fayelero]

hi! req- hq charaters reaction to finding out yn sleeps always hugging a pillow

please feel no rush/pressure for this and take care of yourself :)

-- HQ BOYS SEEING YOU HUGGING YOUR PILLOW AT NIGHT !

syn : hq boys seeing you hugging your pillow as you waited for them at night

wc : 6.5k

tw : none ! pure fluff

a/n : thanks for your request and support !! I love the idea ! I dunno if what I did was what you asked precisely but enjoy reading <3

The room was dark, the only light coming from the moon peeking through the thin curtains. The soft hum of the city outside was a constant lullaby, a distant reminder that life continued even as you lay alone in bed. You had been waiting for him, but sleep had crept in like a thief, stealing the time you intended to spend awake, waiting for his return. The bed felt vast and empty without him, a hollow space that you tried to fill with the embrace of your pillow. It wasn’t the same, but it was all you had in his absence.

Half-asleep, you clung to the pillow, its soft fabric a poor substitute for the warmth and solidity of his body. Your mind floated in the strange space between dreams and wakefulness, where thoughts and images blend into an incoherent but oddly comforting haze. In your dreamlike state, you could almost feel his presence, imagine his arms around you, his breath against your neck. The thought made you smile even in your semi-conscious state, a fleeting expression of contentment that lingered on your lips.

Then you heard the soft click of the front door, the creak of the floorboards under his familiar weight. He was home. The thought cut through your drowsiness, stirring you enough to be aware of the moment but not fully awake. You kept your eyes closed, pretending to be asleep, savoring the anticipation of his touch, the reassurance that he was finally here.

You felt the bed dip as he sat down beside you. His movements were careful, considerate, as if he didn’t want to wake you. But you were already awake, your senses attuned to him in a way that felt almost instinctual. He leaned over, and you could feel his gaze on you, a soft, loving presence that enveloped you even in the darkness.

“You’re always hugging your pillow,” he whispered, his voice a gentle murmur that brushed against the edges of your consciousness. There was amusement in his tone, a fondness that made your heart swell.

You felt his hand on your shoulder, a light, reassuring touch that sent a ripple of warmth through you. He gently pried the pillow from your grasp, replacing it with his body as he slid in behind you. His arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you close, and you nestled into him with a contented sigh. The pillow forgotten, you let yourself be enveloped by his warmth, his presence, the familiar rhythm of his breathing.

“I missed you,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. It was a simple statement, but it carried all the weight of the hours spent waiting, the moments of loneliness that melted away now that he was here.

“I missed you too,” he replied, his voice a soft rumble that vibrated through your back where it pressed against his chest. He kissed the back of your neck, a tender gesture that sent shivers down your spine.

You lay there in silence for a while, wrapped up in each other. His hand traced gentle patterns on your skin, a soothing motion that lulled you back towards sleep. You could feel the tension of the day melting away, replaced by a profound sense of peace. With him beside you, the world felt right again.

“Why do you always hug your pillow?” he asked after a while, his tone curious but light. You could hear the smile in his voice, feel it in the way his body relaxed against yours.

“It’s a poor substitute for you,” you admitted, turning your head slightly to catch a glimpse of his face. Even in the dim light, you could see the affection in his eyes, the gentle curve of his lips.

He chuckled softly, the sound a warm caress. “I’ll have to make sure I’m home on time more often, then.”

You smiled, closing your eyes and letting his words wash over you. “I’d like that.”

His grip tightened slightly, a silent promise that he would. You settled back into the comfortable silence, your breaths synchronizing, your hearts beating in time. The city outside continued its endless hum, but in your little cocoon, everything was perfect.

As you drifted back to sleep, you felt his hand slide up to cover yours, his fingers intertwining with yours. You squeezed his hand gently.

AKAASHI, KENMA, KITA, IWAIZUMI, KAGEYAMA

You felt the bed dip as he sat down beside you, his movements deliberate and gentle. There was a pause, a moment where you could sense his gaze on you, taking in the sight of you hugging the pillow like it was a lifeline. You stayed still, savoring the comfort of knowing he was there.

A soft chuckle broke the silence, and you felt his fingers lightly tap your shoulder. “You’re always hugging that pillow,” he said, his voice a mix of amusement and affection.

Before you could respond, he leaned over and winked at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. His grin widened, and suddenly, he wrestled the pillow from your grasp, pulling it away with a playful flourish.

“Hey!” you protested, your eyes fluttering open, more awake now from the unexpected action. You reached out, trying to grab the pillow back, but he held it just out of reach, laughing softly.

“What’s this?” he teased, holding the pillow up like a trophy. “Is this my competition? Am I being replaced by a pillow?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with his in the dim room. “It’s your fault for being late,” you shot back, trying to snatch the pillow again.

He deftly moved it aside, leaning down to plant a quick kiss on your forehead. “Oh, really? And here I thought you’d be waiting up for me.”

“I tried,” you admitted, your voice softening. “But I got sleepy.”

He finally relented, tossing the pillow aside and sliding into bed next to you. “Well, I’m here now,” he said, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you close. “No more pillow hugs. Only me.”

You snuggled into his embrace, the warmth of his body a welcome contrast to the coolness of the pillow. “I guess you’ll do,” you teased, your voice muffled against his chest.

His fingers traced lazy circles on your back, a soothing motion that made your eyes flutter shut again. “Just ‘do,’ huh?” he murmured, his tone playful. “I’ll have to work on that.”

“You’re perfect,” you whispered, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he replied, his voice a soft rumble that vibrated through you. “Next time, I’ll try to be home sooner.”

You lay there in silence for a while, the city’s distant noises fading into the background. His presence was a balm, soothing the restlessness that had plagued your sleep. You felt his breath against your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest under your hand.

“So,” he said after a while, his tone light and teasing, “do I need to be worried about that pillow? Should I be jealous?”

You laughed again, the sound low and sleepy. “No, you’re safe. The pillow’s just a poor substitute for you.”

“Good to know,” he said, his voice filled with mock seriousness. “Because I’m not about to lose to a pillow.”

You smiled, the corners of your mouth lifting as you settled deeper into his embrace. “You’re irreplaceable.”

He kissed the top of your head, his lips lingering for a moment. “So are you,” he whispered.

The pillow lay forgotten at the foot of the bed, a silent testament to the playful moment you’d shared. As you drifted back to sleep, you felt his hold tighten slightly, his presence grounding you in a way nothing else could.

KUROO, NISHINOYA, SUNA, YAMAMOTO, BOKUTO, ATSUMU

The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside you. There was a pause, a moment of stillness where you could sense him watching you. You lay there, half-asleep, hugging your pillow in the absence of his embrace.

A soft sigh escaped him, and you felt the faint brush of his fingers against your shoulder. “Really?” he muttered, his voice tinged with a mixture of amusement and something else. He crossed his arms, and you could sense the shift in his mood even before he spoke again.

“Hey,” he said, louder this time, jostling your shoulder gently. “Wake up.”

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to find him looking down at you, a slight frown creasing his brow. His arms were crossed, and he was pouting in a way that would have been comical if not for the underlying seriousness.

“Why are you always hugging that pillow?” he asked, his tone a mix of complaint and curiosity. “Am I that easy to replace?”

You blinked, still groggy from sleep, and tried to sit up. “What? No, of course not,” you said, rubbing your eyes. “I just… I was waiting for you, and I fell asleep.”

He uncrossed his arms, but the pout remained. “And the pillow gets to be your cuddle buddy? I’m feeling a little jealous here.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his playful complaint, reaching out to touch his arm. “I missed you. The pillow was just… it’s not the same.”

He sighed, but his expression softened. “You know, I come home expecting a warm welcome, and here you are, all cozy with your pillow.”

You laughed softly, the sound still thick with sleep. “I’m sorry. I promise it’s not as good as you.”

He shook his head, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips despite his attempt to stay stern. “You better mean that.”

You reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him closer. “Come here. Show me why you’re irreplaceable.”

He allowed himself to be pulled, sliding into bed beside you. His arms wrapped around you, and you nestled into his familiar warmth, the pillow forgotten at the edge of the bed. “I guess I can forgive you this time,” he said, his voice softening.

You leaned into him, the steady beat of his heart a comforting rhythm against your ear. “I’ll make it up to you.”

His hold tightened slightly, his breath warm against your hair. “You’d better.”

You lay there in the quiet, the earlier tension dissolving into the darkness. His presence was a balm, soothing the restlessness that had plagued your sleep. You felt his fingers gently stroke your back, a familiar and comforting gesture.

“So,” he said after a moment, his tone lighter, “why the pillow, anyway? Am I not cuddly enough?”

You smiled, closing your eyes and savoring the feel of him beside you. “You’re perfect. The pillow’s just a stand-in until you get home.”

He hummed softly, his chest vibrating against your cheek. “Well, I’m here now. No more pillow hugging.”

“Deal,” you whispered, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

TSUKISHIMA, LEV, USHIJIMA, OIKAWA, HOSHIUMI, GOSHIKI

The bed dipped slightly as he sat down beside you. There was a pause, a moment of stillness where you could sense him watching you. You lay there, half-asleep, hugging your pillow in the absence of his embrace.

After a moment, you felt the bed shift as he sat down beside you. The faint glow of the moonlight revealed the hesitant look on his face. He was fidgeting with his hands, his fingers twisting together nervously.

He sighed softly, his voice quiet and hesitant when he finally spoke. “Do you not like cuddling with me?” he asked, his tone filled with uncertainty. “I hope I haven’t done anything to make you uncomfortable. Let me know if there’s something I can do to make it better.”

His words cut through the haze of your sleep, bringing you fully awake. You opened your eyes, finding him looking down at his hands, his expression a mix of worry and vulnerability. Your heart ached at the sight, and you reached out to touch his arm gently.

“No, it’s not that at all,” you said softly, sitting up and turning to face him. “I love cuddling with you. I was just waiting for you, and I fell asleep. The pillow… it’s not a replacement for you. It’s just something to hold onto until you get home.”

He glanced up, his eyes searching yours for sincerity. “Really?”

“Really,” you assured him, taking his hand in yours. “You’re irreplaceable. I’ve missed you so much tonight.”

His shoulders relaxed slightly, but the worry didn’t completely leave his eyes. “I just… I don’t want you to feel like you have to turn to something else because I’m not enough.”

You squeezed his hand, shaking your head. “You’re more than enough. You make everything better just by being here.”

He nodded slowly, a small smile beginning to form on his lips. “I’m sorry for doubting. It’s just… seeing you like that, I worried I wasn’t doing enough.”

“You’re doing more than enough,” you said firmly, pulling him into an embrace. “You’re perfect just the way you are.”

He held you tightly, his arms wrapping around you with a newfound determination. “Thank you,” he whispered, his voice filled with relief. “I don’t want to lose you.”

“You won’t,” you replied, resting your head against his chest. “We’re in this together.”

You stayed like that for a moment, the silence between you comfortable and reassuring. His hand gently stroked your back, and you could feel the tension leaving his body as he relaxed into the embrace.

“Can we… can we just stay like this for a while?” he asked quietly, his voice hesitant once more.

“Of course,” you replied, leaning into him. “I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

You lay down together, his arms securely around you, and you nestled into his warmth. The pillow lay forgotten at the edge of the bed, its presence no longer needed. In his embrace, you felt safe, loved, and complete.

As the minutes passed, you felt sleep begin to claim you once more, but this time it was a peaceful, contented sleep. With him by your side, the world felt right again.

“I love you,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“I love you too,” you replied, your voice soft and full of emotion. “Always.”

UKAI, KAGEYAMA, YAKU, EITA, SUGAWARA, ASAHI

After a moment of quiet, I felt his gentle touch on my shoulder. When I opened my eyes, I found him looking down at me with a soft, dreamy smile. His eyes were warm, filled with affection as he brushed a stray strand of hair away from my face.

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice tender. “You’re so beautiful.”

I blinked up at him, surprised by the intensity of his gaze. “I was just waiting for you,” I murmured, feeling a bit self-conscious under his attentive gaze.

He shook his head slowly, his fingers continuing to brush my hair back with a loving, almost reverent touch. “I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t mean to make you wait. But seeing you like this… you’re just so cute, and peaceful.”

I felt a blush rise to my cheeks, warmth spreading through me at his praise. “You’re making me blush, what happen today?” I said, smiling shyly but confused.

He chuckled softly, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I can’t help it. You’re just so amazing. I love seeing you like this, even if it’s only with a pillow.”

“It’s not the same as having you here,” I said, reaching up to cup his face with my hand. “I missed you.”

His expression softened even further, his eyes sparkling with tenderness. “I missed you too. You’re the most beautiful person I know, and I don’t say it enough. Just seeing you here, like this… it makes me realize how lucky I am.”

He settled beside me, his arms wrapping around me with a warmth that instantly chased away the chill of the night. His touch was gentle and reassuring, a perfect contrast to the emptiness I had felt earlier. “You make everything better just by being you,” he whispered.

I snuggled into his embrace, feeling the tension of the day dissolve as his warmth surrounded me. “Thank you,” I said softly, resting my head against his chest. “That means a lot.”

“You’re welcome,” he murmured, his voice filled with a deep, genuine affection. “I’m just glad I’m here now, and I want you to know how much I cherish you.”

We lay together in the quiet, his fingers tracing gentle patterns on my back, the earlier worry replaced by a deep sense of peace. The pillow, now pushed aside, was a forgotten relic of the time spent waiting. In its place, I had the real thing—his warmth, his presence, his love.

“Promise me you’ll always tell me if you’re feeling lonely or need anything,” he said quietly, his breath warm against my hair.

“I promise,” I replied, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. “And you promise to come home on time more often?”

He laughed softly, pressing a kiss to my hair. “I promise. I’ll do my best.”

AKAASHI, OSAMU, SUGAWARA, USHIJIMA

A soft chuckle broke the quiet, and you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You slowly opened your eyes to find him looking down at you with a playful grin. His eyes crinkled at the corners, clearly amused by what he saw.

“You look so adorable hugging that pillow!” he said, his voice light and joyful. “I might get a little jealous.”

You blinked, the sleepiness slowly lifting from your mind as you turned to face him. “Jealous? Of a pillow?”

“Absolutely,” he replied with a mischievous glint in his eye. “It seems like that pillow’s got a pretty good gig going here.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the sound mingling with his. “Well, it’s not exactly the same as you.”

He leaned closer, his smile widening. “I should hope not. I wouldn’t want to be replaced by a pillow, after all.”

He reached out and gently took the pillow from your grasp, tossing it aside with a playful flourish. As he settled beside you, his arm slid around your waist, pulling you close.

“You know,” he said, his voice softening as he rested his chin on the top of your head, “seeing you like this—so cute and cozy with the pillow—it just makes me want to squeeze you even more.”

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his presence. “Well, I’m glad you’re home,” you murmured, your voice filled with contentment.

“Me too,” he said, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “I wouldn’t want to miss out on moments like this.”

You smiled, feeling a sense of complete peace as you settled into his arms. The pillow lay forgotten at the edge of the bed, no longer needed now that you had him.

HINATA, BOKUTO, TENDOU, ATSUMU

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