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───𝘊𝘜𝘗𝘐𝘋───ハイキュー!!

Haikyuu(ハイキュー!!)x fem!reader

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"Keep blocking, let's go! Don't stop!" Ukai's firm voice resonated as you handed him another ball from the basket. "This could be your last chance. Always remember that! Give it your all!"

With that rallying cry, Ukai threw the ball with force. Hinata launched himself desperately towards it, his movements quick as a flash, but he couldn't reach it in time to intercept.

"If you waste any opportunity, it could cost you the game," Ukai continued, his tone stern but with a motivating undertone. Without wasting time, he grabbed another ball and sent it towards the redhead. This time, Hinata positioned himself, but his reception was weak, and the ball fell to the ground with a dull thud that echoed through the gym.

Despite the mistake, Ukai flashed a small smile and nodded in approval. "Well done, Hinata! Now get up quickly. One more."

"Yes! Thank you, Coach!" Hinata responded with the same energy that characterized him, his determination shining in his eyes.

From your position, you watched the exchange with a mixture of pride and admiration. Seeing Hinata drenched in sweat but so determined inspired you in your own way. With a small smile, you grabbed another ball from the basket and handed it to the coach. As you did, you couldn't help but give the redhead a supportive look.

"Come on, Shoyo," you thought, feeling a small but warm sense of camaraderie. The practice continued, the sound of bouncing balls and cries of effort filling the air as the team honed their skills with each attempt.

You walked over to Nishinoya, Tanaka, and Sugawara, who were sitting on the floor with a magazine open between them. The pages seemed to capture all their attention, and the murmurs of awe among them piqued your curiosity.

"Wow! Look at the size of that photo!" Nishinoya exclaimed, his eyes scanning the image intently with excitement.

"What are you looking at?" you asked cautiously, though the relaxed tone of the group gave you enough confidence to sit beside them.

"It's a volleyball sports magazine!" Nishinoya responded quickly, turning toward you while lifting the magazine so you could see it up close. On the open page, you could distinguish several players wearing uniforms from teams you didn't recognize, all posed in ways that conveyed intensity and skill.

Hinata and Kageyama, drawn by the enthusiasm, approached the group. Tanaka, always eager to share any interesting find, took the magazine from Nishinoya's hands and proudly showed it to the redhead and the black-haired one.

"Look at this!" he said, pushing the magazine a little closer to their faces. "Ushiwaka, from Shiratorizawa, is among the top three students in the entire country."

"Shiratorizawa!? That's the place Kageyama couldn't get into!" Hinata remarked loudly.

Kageyama, visibly annoyed by the comment, quickly turned toward him with a piercing glare. "Shut up, Hinata!" he growled, his voice full of irritation.

"Who's Ushiwaka?" Shoyo asked, unaware of his teammate's anger, still maintaining his curiosity.

Tanaka dropped his jaw, incredulous at the redhead's ignorance. "You don't know!? He's the number one player in the entire prefecture: Wakatoshi Ushijima!" he declared, as if the name itself carried an unbeatable weight.

Without waiting any longer, you grabbed the magazine from Hinata, your eyes immediately searching for the photograph of this supposed prodigy. As you stopped on the image, you couldn't help but examine the details of the young player. His face had a cold, determined expression, his broad shoulders and impeccable posture exuding an innate confidence.

"Wow, he really looks like a star," you commented quietly, flipping the page in search of more information or photographs. Though you had never heard of him, his presence was undeniable even through the printed images.

Sugawara, who had been watching the conversation with a smile, turned to Kageyama in a more relaxed tone. "Did you really try to get into a place with players of this level?"

Before the black-haired player could respond, Tanaka added with his usual humor. "And I bet you were going to yell at that superstar things like ‘Move faster, idiot!’ Am I right?" he imitated, exaggerating Kageyama’s voice theatrically.

Kageyama frowned, crossing his arms. "Of course not!" he growled, his offended tone making it clear he wasn't enjoying the jokes.

"If you don't beat them, you won't be able to play against Nekoma, right?" you asked, keeping your attention on the pages of the magazine, although the conversation had caught your interest.

At that moment, Ukai's deep voice echoed behind you, causing everyone to stand up quickly. "Hey, hey, Shiratorizawa isn't the only formidable opponent," he said, making everyone turn toward him.

"Do you think you’ll be among the top four like last year?" you asked, recalling what you had heard from Takeda sensei about the competition.

"Yes, but there are other big opponents," Ukai replied while pulling a crumpled paper from his jacket. "There's Wakutani Minami, with their superior defense and coordination, and Dateko, with their steel wall; that team has the best blockers in the country."

You moved closer to see the names on the list. Ukai pointed to one of them. "If I remember correctly, we lost to them 2-0 in March," he mentioned.

You looked at Asahi and Nishinoya, noticing their tense postures. It was clear that match still weighed on them; it was the reason Asahi had temporarily left the team after Dateko. Putting the pieces together in your mind, you understood that the emotional burden was still present within the team.

You returned your attention to Ukai's explanation, trying to stay focused. "So, depending on the matchups, we might play against them in the first round," Ukai continued, his tone grave, underscoring the weight of the information.

The team would have to work hard if they wanted to go far, especially facing elite teams.

"That will be all for now, I’ll tell you the details later," Ukai concluded, putting the paper back in his jacket. "Remember, they’re the best contenders of the year, but if you look up and not ahead, you'll lose perspective. No team will enter the tournament wanting to lose. Everyone wants to win. While we train nonstop, the others will too, whether they’re good or bad, everyone is trying to win. Don’t forget that, and don’t let anyone call you 'wingless birds' again," he encouraged, his voice full of firmness and conviction.

After cleaning up and gathering all your things to head home, Tanaka, Nishinoya, Kageyama, Hinata, and you decided to make a stop at Ukai's family store to grab something to drink. The choice was unanimous: sodas. Soon, you all settled on the sidewalk to rest a bit, enjoying a well-deserved break after the intense practice.

You sat next to Kageyama, watching as he drank his soda while the perpetual frown that seemed to mark his face remained. Unable to resist, you asked curiously, "Why the face?"

"What face?" He pulled the drink away from his lips and looked at you, visibly confused. "This is my normal face," he added with a shrug, as if his expression was entirely natural.

You couldn’t help but smile at his response. "You always look like you’re upset," you admitted, and before Kageyama could reply, both Hinata and Tanaka nodded in agreement, backing you up.

"Why don’t you give us a smile? I’ve never seen you smile," you teased cheerfully, the little joke that popped into your mind sparking a bit of fun. Kageyama glanced at you out of the corner of his eye without saying a word, and you, without thinking, moved to sit directly in front of him.

"Come on, Kageyama," Hinata encouraged from his spot, the excitement on his face completely contagious.

"Smile," you said in English playfully, flashing an exaggerated grin to show him how it was done. "Like this."

The dark-haired boy stared at you, his lips pressed into a straight line, as if he was debating whether to give in to the moment. The silence dragged on, but the tension in the air vanished when you leaned in slightly closer, a mischievous smile on your face.

"Come on," you said, this time in a softer, more playful tone as you gently placed your index fingers on the sides of his lips. With a slight tug upward, you tried to draw a smile on his face, challenging the serious expression that seemed to dominate him.

"Come on, Kageyama! Just one!" Hinata insisted, his contagious energy radiating as he beamed at his teammate.

Kageyama, visibly irritated, furrowed his brow and snapped back, "Why would I want to adopt the expression of idiots like you?" His words, though sharp, didn’t carry the same weight they usually did. Something in his tone—perhaps exhaustion or a lack of conviction—made them less convincing.

"Don’t be so grumpy," you protested softly, adopting a pleading expression. "Come on, Kageyama-kun, I just want to see you smile." You moved your fingers closer to his face, putting on a rare look of innocence and kindness in an attempt to break through his resistance.

Kageyama sighed, exasperated, but finally relented—or at least it seemed that way. His face didn’t show a genuine smile, but rather a grimace that could be interpreted as something between a smile and a mocking expression. It wasn’t exactly what you’d hoped for, but at least it was a small step.

"Terrifying," Tanaka muttered under his breath, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. Nishinoya watched the scene unfold with a mix of astonishment and amusement.

"Aww, see? It’s not that hard," you said encouragingly, though you had to admit to yourself that Kageyama’s "smile" left much to be desired. "Plus, you look cute." Your tone softened as you lied slightly; while the effort was appreciated, there was still a lot of room for improvement. "Right, guys?" you asked for backup, throwing a knowing glance at the others.

"Yeah, sure... better stick to his usual face," Tanaka quipped sarcastically, his tone echoed by the group as he watched Kageyama with a mix of distrust and amusement.

"Don't listen to them," you shot back, smiling once more, this time with a hint of mischief, before shifting your focus back to the dark-haired boy. Kageyama, seemingly fed up with the situation, gently pushed your hand away from his face. His fingers encircled your wrist delicately but without much force, signaling the end of his tolerance.

The melody flowed from your fingers like a controlled torrent, each note resonating with precision and emotion as the piano keys responded to your mastery. The empty room filled with the vibrant harmony of Rachmaninoff, and the echoes of the sound drifted faintly down the hallway, perhaps attracting a curious listener. Your eyes followed the movement of your hands, almost instinctively, as they moved with agility and determination, bringing to life the piece you had practiced with such dedication for weeks.

Your heart beat strongly, driven by the intensity of the moment. Inspiration enveloped you, drowning out any distractions or mistakes. Each press of the lower keys made the chords rise forcefully, almost aggressively, driving the piece to a dramatic climax. With a final strike full of fervor, your hands abruptly left the keys, as if they burned with the contact.

You remained still for a moment, the echo of the last notes still lingering in the air, before lowering your gaze to your hands. The pads of your fingers were slightly reddened, the result of the pressure exerted during the more intense passages. You looked at your hands in wonder, as though they belonged to someone else, and felt a wave of emotion wash over you.

The sudden sound of applause broke the stillness that had filled the room after the final chord, jolting you out of your trance. Startled, you jumped slightly in your seat, feeling an intense warmth spread across your face. You slowly turned, your heart beating so loudly that you could barely hear your own thoughts.

There was Tsukishima, casually leaning against the doorframe, still in his school uniform, perfectly placed, with his usual indifferent expression. However, his eyes hid something different: a spark of genuine interest that was as rare as it was unsettling.

"That... was amazing," he said, his calm voice echoing in the empty space.

"How long have you been there?" you asked, trying to keep your composure as your hands instinctively intertwined in your lap.

"Long enough to see all of that," Tsukishima replied with unsettling calm. He took a step into the room, letting his bag fall beside the doorframe with a careless movement. "I didn't know you played the piano."

"Well... it's not something I go around announcing," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant as you slightly leaned toward the piano, as if you needed to fix something on the keys. "It's more of a hobby. I didn't think anyone would hear me."

" hobby?" he murmured, stopping a few steps away from you. His gaze briefly wandered toward the instrument before returning to your eyes, scrutinizing you as if he were trying to understand something you hadn't said. "If this is what you call a hobby, I can't imagine what it would be like if you took it seriously."

The way he said it, with no sarcasm or mockery, but with an unexpected sincerity, made your cheeks burn again. You looked away toward the keys, feeling your fingers tense slightly. "It's not that big of a deal," you murmured, trying to downplay it, though the satisfaction of his comment lingered within you.

"What piece was that?" he asked, leaning a little toward the piano, his eyes scanning the sheet music you had left aside. "It sounded... complicated."

"It's one of Rachmaninoff's," you answered, surprised by his genuine interest. "I’ve been practicing it for weeks to get it right. It's intense, but there's something about it that hooked me from the start."

"Intense, sure," Tsukishima repeated, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips. "Does that include the dramatic finish you gave it? Because it felt like you were at a concert, not in an empty room."

The light teasing in his tone made you let out a soft laugh, helping you relax your shoulders. "Maybe I got carried away," you admitted, letting out a sigh. "It’s easy to lose yourself in something you love."

For a moment, silence filled the room, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Tsukishima seemed lost in thought while his fingers gently brushed the piano keys without pressing them. "It's impressive," he finally said, his voice barely lower than usual. "I never thought someone from here could do something like that."

"Is that a compliment?" you asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked at him with a mix of disbelief and amusement.

This feeling, this rush of adrenaline and ecstasy, was your most cherished reward. "Yes, yes!" you whispered excitedly, bringing your fingers to your lips in a reverent gesture, as if they had been divine instruments. For you, music wasn’t just a discipline; it was a living art, a burning flame that not only illuminated but consumed everything in its path, leaving you eager to start again.

"Maybe," he responded with a shrug, before straightening up and looking directly at you. "But don’t get used to it. I just told the truth."

Without thinking too much, you slid a little to the side, making space for him on the bench beside the piano. To your surprise, Tsukishima accepted the invitation without protest, settling next to you with his relaxed posture, though his eyes observed the piano with a veiled curiosity.

"What else can you play?" he asked, his tone neutral but laced with a hint of interest he didn’t bother to hide.

"Mhm..." You brought a finger to your chin, pretending to be deep in thought. "Let me see..." After a few moments of deliberation, you straightened your back and placed your hands on the keys, letting your fingers find a melody you had practiced not too long ago.

Carefully, you began to play the chorus of Can’t Help Falling in Love. Though it wasn’t a perfect rendition—you vaguely remembered it from an online tutorial—the sweet and nostalgic melody filled the room, wrapping the two of you in an unexpectedly intimate atmosphere.

"It’s the only thing I remember well," you admitted with a shy smile as your fingers stumbled slightly over one of the notes, but you kept going without stopping.

Tsukishima watched you silently, his eyes following the movement of your hands. When you finished, a brief pause settled between you before he spoke.

"Not bad," he said, resting an elbow on the edge of the piano and turning his body slightly toward you. "Though I think you could work on that stumble in the third chord."

You rolled your eyes, unable to hold back a smile. "So now you're a music critic?"

"I'm just telling the truth," he replied with a shrug, his lips curling into a faintly amused smirk.

"Then why don’t you try it?" you shot back, standing up from the bench and motioning to the piano as if challenging him.

"Me? Not a chance," he replied quickly, though his gaze lingered on the keys as if he were considering your suggestion. "I have no idea how this thing works."

"Oh, come on, it’s not that complicated," you insisted, leaning toward the piano and pointing out a few basic notes. "I can teach you the basics. Just a few notes so you’re not stuck as a bored spectator."

Tsukishima gave you a skeptical look, but the curiosity in his eyes was undeniable. Finally, he let out a resigned sigh. "Fine, but if this gets ridiculous, I’m out."

"Don’t worry," you assured him, sitting back down and placing your hands over his to guide him. "I’ll be the best teacher you’ve ever had."

"Alright, let’s start with something simple. This is the diatonic scale," you explained, carefully moving his fingers across the keys in ascending and descending order. "From the center to the left, you’ll find the lower-pitched notes, and from the center to the right, the higher-pitched ones."

You played the scale slowly, your fingers guiding his with precision as each note sounded. "Listen to how the depth of the sound changes. It’s like the left side of the piano has a deep, resonant voice, while the right side has a lighter, brighter tone."

However, the blond didn’t seem to be paying attention to your explanation. Instead of focusing on the piano, his eyes had wandered to you, studying every detail of your face with an unexpected intensity.

He noticed the subtle layer of peach shimmer eyeshadow that highlighted your eyelids, how your long lashes fluttered delicately each time you blinked. His gaze lingered on the two small beauty marks resting on your left cheek, as if placed there by a careful brushstroke.

There was something about the way your face seemed to light up when you spoke about music, how your lips curved slightly as you explained each detail, that momentarily drew him into a trance.

"I can’t teach you if you’re not paying attention," you said with a faintly reproachful tone, turning your head to look at him directly. You had noticed his distant gaze, and a slight smile appeared on your lips—half amused, half challenging.

Tsukishima, far from intimidated, let a faint smile play across his lips. "I am paying attention," he replied calmly, his eyes narrowing slightly as he studied you with shameless ease. "Just… not to what you’re playing."

You pursed your lips in disapproval, crossing your arms over your chest. "Then what are you paying attention to?"

His words came with the same calm as his gaze: "You."

The weight of his confession hit you with unexpected intensity. His eyes remained fixed on yours, unwavering, though the faint blush creeping onto his cheeks betrayed him.

"Me?" you repeated, almost in a whisper, as the heat began to rise to your own face.

"Yes, you," he confirmed without hesitation, leaning toward you with a disarming naturalness. The closeness of his presence, the way his words were delivered with such sincerity, made you question whether he was being serious or if this was some kind of elaborate joke.

The laugh that escaped your lips was nervous, and you instantly realized how unnatural it sounded. You didn’t know what to say or how to react to the weight of what he had just revealed. Your gaze darted away, searching for something in the room to break the tension. But all you found was the empty echo of the space.

You were deeply grateful for the sound of the timer on your phone, marking the end of your practice session. A reprieve, a perfect excuse to break the awkward silence. "We have to go," you said firmly, standing up quickly and hurriedly packing your sheet music into your bag.

The weight of the conversation, however, didn’t disappear, and even with your hands busy organizing your things, you could feel the void left behind by his words. You couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze. Without thinking much about it, you began walking down the hallway, your steps firm and quick, as if moving would somehow allow you to escape the intensity of the moment.

Tsukishima, for his part, didn’t seem to be in any rush. He followed in silence, his presence like a shadow by your side, though there was something about his demeanor that suggested he wasn’t about to let the conversation end so easily.

Your pace quickened, maybe in the hope that speed would help you escape the awkwardness, but Tsukishima’s presence, so close to you, made it impossible to focus on anything else. You could feel the faint vibration of his steps behind you, his shadow ever-present, his silence echoing in your ears like a persistent hum.

This feeling… you thought, sensing that strange knot in your stomach that seemed to make you falter for just a moment. You knew what it was, even if you had never wanted to admit it before. It’s Tsukishima, you told yourself in a mental whisper, as if naming it would make it easier to understand.

Your hands, which had been gripping your backpack tightly, began to sweat slightly. The warmth on your face didn’t fade; if anything, it seemed to grow with every passing second. It’s just Tsukishima, so why are you so nervous? But deep down, you knew that question didn’t have an easy answer.

Why does it feel like all my thoughts and emotions center around him? The idea of Tsukishima being so close to you, his presence surrounding you, became more than just a physical fact. The way his shadow moved alongside yours, his imposing yet quiet presence, began to shift your perception of the space around you.

You glanced at Tsukishima out of the corner of your eye. There he was, his gaze fixed ahead, yet somehow, you felt as though he was watching you too. He’s… handsome, you thought again, as if acknowledging it was some kind of revelation. I can’t deny that.

Something about the way he moved, the way his silence carried unspoken meaning, something in that calm and distant attitude, made him even more… alluring. But it wasn’t just that. There was something else, something you couldn’t quite put into words. It was as if, when he was near, the world around you faded slightly, leaving only his presence, his essence, and that quiet energy that affected you more than he probably realized.

Do I like Tsukishima? The question floated abruptly into your mind, a sudden wave of clarity that left you momentarily breathless. The blush that flooded your face caught you off guard, and for a moment, your mind went blank, unable to fully process what you had just thought.

The cold sweat on your hands turned into pressure, a weight in your chest that made you take another hurried step, as if it could somehow soothe the chaos unraveling inside you. But it didn’t.

“Why do you make me so nervous?” you murmured unconsciously, walking even faster. But you didn’t expect him to answer, much less in the way that he did.

“Why do you keep running?” Tsukishima caught up to you with one long stride, his voice closer than you expected. “If you don’t stop, you’re going to tire yourself out.”

“And what if I do get tired?” I replied with a sigh that sounded more exasperated than I intended, but my words lost some of their edge when I looked at him directly. Because, in looking at him, I realized what had been happening inside me. I liked him. And I didn’t know what to do with that truth.

“Do whatever you want,” Tsukishima replied, his tone returning to its usual register: distant, condescending, even a little mocking. Somehow, his unshakable attitude brought me a small sense of calm, though the confusion inside me still lingered. I forgot, for a moment, just how unbearably annoying he could be and how he always managed to make me feel slightly off balance. What an infuriating guy, I thought, though I couldn’t deny that, deep down, it was hard not to find something about him… addictive.

Finally, we arrived at the gym, and the familiar bustle of the other students gave me some relief. There they were, all caught up in their usual activities: some training, others chatting, and the routine unfolded with the same normalcy as always. The gym, with its heavy air of effort and focus, was the perfect refuge to push my restless thoughts away from what had just happened.

Author's note: I apologize if you found this chapter boring, it was difficult for me to write a scene where I had to describe feelings of love or flirtation between them, I'm very bad at this love thing.😿

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avatarchic · 8 months ago

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— FOREIGNER

How the Karasuno boys would react to meeting Shoyo's foreign cousin.

— starring. karasuno boys x foreign exchange student!reader (separately), student teacher!reader in ukai's

— tags. fluff, first meetings, pining

— warnings. use of 'pretty' and 'cute' to describe reader, but no pronouns are used, you slap ryuu in his LOL, mild suggestive comment in ryuu's if you squint

— requested? yes! thank you so much for your request this was fun to write :)

— notes. some of these are longer than others sorry ADHKWH my biases are showing a lil // this ended up being a first meeting + how they act when they start crushing on you, but it they're so cute so i didnt wanna change it lolol

daichi is whipped for you from the start

he doesn't show it (or he doesn't think he does) but he's attracted to you the second he lays eyes on you

he's extra sure to be polite to you, too embarrassed too show his brasher nature in case it scares you off

he loses his backbone whenever you're around

he needs to scold some of the first years for goofing off, but you're standing there? he's all sunshine and rainbows

when he finds out that you're a foreign exchange student, he's over the moon

he subtly finds out your classes from shoyo, who of course doesn't realize his intentions as he blurts out your schedule happily

he checks up on you often, making sure you're adjusting well to japan because "what kind of captain would he be if he let his underclassman's cousin have a hard time?"

the team is none the wiser, except for maybe koshi who sees through his shit immediately

he has a habit of patting your head as a greeting, even if he's just passing you in the hallways even if you complain about him messing up your hair

overall, he's super soft with you :)

sawamura daichi! was annoyed when he met you. shoyo hadn't shown up to practice and wasn't answering his phone, which left the captain ready to send the orange-haired freshman to an early grave. after kei made a smart remark that he saw shoyo lingering near the school entrance, he was on a mission to give the boy hell.

kei was right, of course. when daichi made his way to the entrance, he saw shoyo right away. he stomps over, lips parting to lecture the younger male about responsibilities when his eyes ghost over you. he stops short, shoyo's name barely dropping from his mouth as he pauses.

when you both turn to him, daichi feels his breath catch in his throat. it was clear that you weren't from around here. your odd sense of dress stuck out like a sore thumb—not to mention he had never seen you before. but if anything, he thought you were pretty.

"you're late for practice," daichi states lamely, barely managing to tear his gaze away from you to glower at shoyo. "i ought to put you on cleaning duty tonight."

the threat fell on deaf ears, shoyo's large grin unfaltering as he wraps an arm around your midsection in a tight hug. "captain! sorry, sorry," he apologizes, though the wide grin on his face told daichi he wasn't serious. "my cousin texted me that they were here, so i had to say hi!"

at his words, you finally snap out of your stupor, offering daichi a small smile. "i didn't realize he had practice. i wouldn't have called him out if i knew."

daichi presses his lips together, feeling his ears warm at your kind tone. "it's okay," he says softly. "i'll let him off for now. it's nice to meet you—i'm sawamura daichi."

when you introduce yourself, he finds himself repeating your name in his head.

"oi," he clears his throat, turning to shoyo with a deadpan expression. "c'mon. we're late enough already." daichi turns to bow his head at you politely, quickly turning around before you can see the warmth in his cheeks.

your sweet voice calls out a goodbye, and daichi decides then and there that he wants to get to know you better.

"hey, hey—why are you so red?"

"you're gonna shut up now if you want to go home early tonight."

koshi didn't realize you were shoyo's cousin until after he got to know you a little

he couldn't help it—when he saw you he just thought you were super cute lmao

he fumbles a bit in front of you

he really really tries to be a cool, calm, and collected person but sometimes he embarrasses himself by saying odd things or staring at you a little too long

when he does figure out you're related to his underclassman, he takes the opportunity to get to know you better

and when he finds out you're in his homeroom? even better

the type to arrange study session together with you every weekend just to spend time with you

he actually invites you to watch their practices and games before shoyo does LOL

the whole team knows about his feelings and he doesn't even care, constantly throwing an arm over you shoulder and hanging around you during downtimes

wants to impress you, so he gives it his all (and then some) whenever you're there

his sets get more accurate and he even blocks more hits than he would've before

he really wants you to think he's cool

but if you compliment him, he's exploding on the spot

suguwara koshi! had no idea you were shoyo's cousin when he met you. you looked nothing alike and your personalities were completely different. despite you being a complete stranger, the lost look on your face amused him.

you met koshi when shoyo accidentally stranded you at the train station. you were supposed to take the same train to his house, but he didn't notice you weren't right behind him when he stepped into the train car. the last you saw of the tangerine-haired boy was the back of his head as the doors closed on you.

you were standing there in a panic, though no one stopped to check if you were okay. shoyo had you hold his schoolbag while he dragged your suitcase along, and when you tried calling his cellphone you heard it buzz in the bag that hung on your shoulder. for the life of you, you couldn't remember which stop to get off or which streets to take to get to his house.

"are you lost?" a gentle voice asks you, pulling you from your anxious thoughts.

your eyes meet and koshi can't help but think you're cute as hell. you look doe-eyed in your panic, rounded eyes and parted lips. when you don't answer right away, koshi's cool demeanor switches and he stumbles into an embarrassed frenzy. "wait, can you even understand japanese?"

thankfully, you do, having learned it from shoyo at a younger age. you blink away the remnants of your panic with a few hasty nods. "yes, sorry. my cousin accidentally left me here, and i don't really know how to get to his house..."

koshi calms down at your insistence, chuckling to himself. "do you know the address?"

you wince, "no."

"alright," he says in a way that he hopes is soothing for you. "i can keep you company while you wait for him to return, then. it'd probably be nicer than just standing here by yourself."

when you agree, he hides his smile. he asks you several icebreakers, such as your name and your favourite colour. with every passing second, he only thinks you're even cuter than when he first saw you.

eventually, shoyo does come back, panting and heaving as he runs up the stairs to the station platform. his bright eyes widen when he sees you together with koshi. "oh, sugawara? you've met my cousin?"

koshi meets your eyes with a grin. "i guess we'll be seeing each other more often."

honestly asahi doesn't even acknowledge you when you first meet

he doesn't find out you're shoyo's cousin for weeks, so you're really just another classmate to him

you don't even talk to each other until like a month or so after you transferred

and even then, your conversations are short

he's polite to you when you work together, but he doesn't really try to become friends with you

don't get him wrong! he thinks you're nice and pretty, but he is too damn shy to initiate anything with you

you kinda think he hates you at first, but after you realize that he's just not an outgoing person you relax around him

when he does find out you're related to shoyo, you end up seeing each other more often out of class

you show up to more practices, even if you're just sitting on the benches doing homework

shoyo even drags you along whenever the team meets up outside of school to hang out

as a result, you and asahi eventually grow closer and he opens up more bit by bit

he doesn't actually start crushing on you until graduation nears

he realizes it when he hears you cheering his name at one of their bigger games

he thinks his name sounds prettier coming from you

he doesn't initiate any skinship with you, but he's always asking about your day and checking on you in his own ways

will absolutely combust if you even so much as brush pinkies as you're walking together

azumane asahi! first met you in class. like koshi, he doesn't know you're related to shoyo initially. when the teacher introduces you, making you write your name on the board, you don't have the same last name as shoyo. he doesn't really pay much attention to you, minding his own business as he takes out his notebook and pens.

several weeks pass and your homeroom teacher announces that you'll be partnering up for a group presentation. your first real conversation with him goes as expected—you exchange contact information and go your separate ways when the bell rings.

he thinks you're attractive, but he's too shy to actually act on those thoughts and he just pushes through the project, interacting with you as little as possible.

it's only when shoyo forgets his volleyball uniform at your house that asahi figures out you're related.

he sees you first, standing in the gym entrance while you wait to be invited in. you look hesitant as your eyes cast over the several members of the volleyball club, your gaze landing on asahi. when recognition flickers behind your eyes, he thinks you're there for him.

he opens his mouth to greet you, but before he can even utter a word, an orange blur runs past him. you're almost knocked on your ass as shoyo tackles you, excitedly calling out your name. "what're you doing here?" he asks you, tilting his head as he releases you from his death grip. "you never come to practice."

"you left your uniform at mine," you explain quietly, pulling the clothing out of your bag.

there's a moment of silence, before all hell breaks loose. the others scream and yell at shoyo, yuu and ryuunosuke shaking him by the shoulders as they demand why they weren't informed about his girlfriend.

even asahi's jaw drops at the thought of you, his classmate and group partner, dating shoyo, of all people.

"we aren't dating!" you exclaim, shaking your hands in front of you adamantly as disgust paints over your facial features. "we're cousins."

as the club eventually quiets down, you meet asahi's gaze over the commotion. when you offer him a bashful smile, he can't help but return it.

as expected, yuu is also whipped for you the second you meet

he swears on his life that he has never met someone as perfect as you—not even kiyoko (which says a lot)

at first, his attraction to you is entirely physical and he doesn't hide it

he compliments you every time he sees you he even compliments your outfits even if you're just wearing the karasuno uniform

he practically begs shoyo to bring you to practice just so he has an excuse to ogle at you and profess his 'undying love'

you'd probably make good friends with kiyoko, bonding over the second years' unabashed feelings and loud professions of love lol

though he's completely smitten with your looks, yuu doesn't learn a thing about you until like two months after your transfer

he realizes it when koshi asks if he knows anything about you and no, the fact that you're pretty doesn't count as something

during a late night run to the nearest convenience store, he runs into you

you're dressed casually, and he realizes it's actually the first time he's seen you outside of uniform

he thinks you're very cute in your bunny pajamas

he approaches you with koshi's words in mind, and asks if you want to hang out for a bit

your hang outs become a common thing, and eventually it's your weekend tradition to meet at the convenient store after sundown

after really getting to know you, he realizes that he likes more than just your appearance

shockingly, once he figures out his feelings for you, he tones down a lot

he would stop confessing his love for you every moment he could, but he gets casually affectionate with you

he'd always stand close enough for your shoulders to touch and would absentmindedly guide you places by taking your hand

he's never had a real crush on anyone before, so he's feeling it out with you

nishinoya yuu! has hearts in his eyes the moment he meets you. shoyo brought you to practice one day, excited to introduce his favourite cousin to his teammates. he had all but dragged you to the gym by the wrist, ignoring your insistent utterings that you can walk on your own.

"this is my cousin!" shoyo announces the second he bursts through the doors in true hinata shoyo fashion. you were the last ones to show up, so the entire team was there to witness you getting dragged in by shoyo. "they transferred here from overseas."

yuu feels the world stop once he glances over at you after receiving a particularly harsh spike from tobio, freezing into his squatted position. his world becomes a romcom movie—he swears someone must be blowing a fan in your direction with the way your hair sways as you walk into the gym. he might even be seeing the air sparkle in your presence.

he's absolutely starstruck with you, and he makes no effort to hide it as he bounds over to you. he takes your hands in his, looking at you with wide eyes as he takes you in. he can hear someone groaning, maybe daichi, as they mutter something along the lines of "he's at it again."

"i'm nishinoya yuu," he introduces himself. "you're really cute!"

your mouth opens, but no words come out as you simply stare at yuu in surprise. shoyo had given you a brief rundown of his group members, and you realize that this might be why he warned you about the libero in particular.

even when daichi smacks the back of his head, apologizing to you quietly, yuu remains in his lovestruck gaze.

you stay to watch their practice, at both shoyo and yuu's insistence, and yuu makes a point to be even more extravagant than usual. you can't help but laugh at his boisterous rolling receives and the way he calls out ridiculous move names.

oh ryuu. typical ryuu.

the first words he ever speaks to you end up with him getting slapped

like yuu, he thinks you've been blessed by the gods with your looks and he makes it clear to you when you meet

he asks you to go out with him, only to blatantly check you out right after, which earned him a smack to the face

eventually, he does apologize for his behaviour, though you don't accept it right away

when you tell him that you hate guys who treat others like eye candy, he's sure to tone it down for you

of course, a man can't change overnight

he still flirts with you, and with other women—he can't help it ;( him n yuu are menaces

however, when he's not being an absolute pest, he gets to know you

he learns about your interests and hobbies, and finds himself indulging you in them (who would've thought he'd end up enjoying the art of bracelet making?)

when you become close friends, you become his person

he goes to you whenever he wants to talk about something, and he lends an ear whenever you need to vent

he asks you about your home country often, wanting to know more about your life before you came to japan

he'd even go out of his way to do things for you that remind you of home whenever you start feeling homesick :)

it's not until well after graduation when he realizes that he might actually like you

tanaka ryuunosuke! was mid confession when you met. shoyo had brought you to one of their games, and just as ryuunosuke was getting on his knees to ask kiyoko to marry him, his eyes fall on you.

it's almost astounding how quickly the second year moved from the glasses-wearing beauty to you, appearing in front of you in an instant. before shoyo can even introduce you, he stares you down with a steeled expression, his eyes narrowing.

"you're the prettiest person i've ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on," he claims in his most serious tone. he takes your hands in his as he presses his lips to your knuckles. "please go out with me."

there's a collective sigh as the team turns away at his antics. you, on the other hand, feel your head pound in irritation. "excuse me?"

ryuunosuke doesn't hear the vexation in your tone, or chooses to ignore it, as his eyes trail over your features. even when you're staring at him in an angry disbelief, he thinks you're incredibly pretty. however, as his eyes drop lower and lower, his mind enters a less-than-appropriate headspace.

the feeling of your hand connecting with his cheek rips him out of his lewd daydreams. you didn't slap him hard, but the sound echoed over the loud chatter of the audience members anyway. "you pervert," you utter, gritting your teeth as you turn on your heel. you barely tell shoyo good luck as you all but stomp off to the bleachers.

ryuunosuke stares at your back, holding his reddening cheek in mild awe. yuu nudges his side. "don't tell me you're into that, man."

he at least has the grace to blush.

to be honest, you and tobio do not get along until much later

it's not because you're related to shoyo it is

he just genuinely has no idea how to talk to you lmao

you meet him on the first day of school with shoyo

the realization that he may be teammates with the very guy he had practically berated in middle school took priority over greeting you tbh

it's only after their initial fight when he realizes that you, a complete stranger, saw him yell at shoyo as harshly as he did (even if shoyo didn't have many nice things to say either)

he's kinda embarrassed abt it tbh

like?? you had to see him like that?? he's mortified

so when he joins the volleyball club and you're a manager, he avoids you like the plague

when he talks to you, he accidentally comes across as if he hates your guts (he doesn't, he just cannot properly converse with people to save his life)

your relationship is extremely terse for months, since you get pissed off at his behaviour and he doesn't know how to act normally around you

he doesn't warm up to you until one of their games later in the season, where the morale is low and the team is hanging their heads

you give them an uplifting speech, telling the team that they're stronger than they think

it's the first time tobio looks at you in a pleasant light, and he merely puts a hand on your shoulder to say thanks as he makes his way back to the court

slowburn as fuck tbh he might not even realize he likes you until you're about to graduate (cut him some slack he's only a lil slow)

kageyama tobio! barely acknowledges your existence when you meet. you had moved to japan before their first year at karasuno began, so you showed up with shoyo to the first day.

of course, tobio recognized shoyo immediately from their encounter in middle school. shoyo had dragged you to the gym to go with him to sign up for the volleyball club, insistent that you try to apply to be a manager or something. tobio was there, about to spike a volleyball.

the second shoyo and tobio lock eyes on each other, they're at it like cats and dogs, and you're left standing there in confusion. seeing shoyo as angry as he was is shocking to you and you wonder what the hell this other guy must've done to rile up your sunshine cousin so much.

tobio doesn't even look at you as he argues with shoyo, not meeting your eyes until after the fight has 'calmed' down. he stares at you quietly for a moment before averting his gaze, grumbling something under his breath as he leaves to retrieve the volleyball shoyo made him drop.

he doesn't say anything to you as you talk quietly with daichi about becoming a manager. he vaguely overhears shoyo introducing you as his cousin, but he's too annoyed to listen.

later on, when him and shoyo are finally accepted into the club, and you're brought on as a manager-in-training, tobio still ignores you.

you don't have your first conversation until a week later, when you corner him after practice. "what is your problem?" you demand, your hands propped on your hips. "i know you don't like sho, but you haven't said a single word to me since you joined the club."

tobio flushes in embarrassment as he stares at you. he doesn't mean to, but his eyes narrow into what could be perceived as a harsh glare. "i don't have anything to say," he says truthfully, his voice coming out colder than necessary.

when he rushes off to hide his growing fluster, you're left standing there confused.

you and kei barely interacted at first tbh

he had never seen you before and it was the weekend when you met so he had no reason to assume you'd ever talk again really

even after finding out you were related to shoyo, he didn't bat an eye

after all, he's not exactly going over to the orange-haired boy's house for sleepovers lolol

but to his surprise, you're in his classroom the next monday morning as a foreign exchange student

your classmates rush to you, overwhelming you with numerous questions about your hometown, and it's clear to kei that you're flustered

you meet his gaze over the crowd of people, and for a moment you're shocked to see him

however, before either of you can do anything, you get bombarded with even more questions

to your surprise and his, kei scoffs as he approaches your crowded desk

"can't you see you're bothering them?"

the gaggle of students dissipates with embarrassed apologies, leaving you and kei alone

your relationship with him from then on is odd

there's an unspoken agreement that you both don't like being bothered by other people, and you lowkey bond over it

he would never admit you're friends, but he comes to your rescue often

if you can't understand a phrase or if you don't know the answer to a question in class, he'll quietly help you out (but don't bother asking about it, 'cus he'll deny it vehemently)

when you start hanging out during practices, he ruffles your hair and rests his arm on your head regardless of your height

making fun of you is his love language (not that he'd ever admit he has feelings)

tsukishima kei! meets you when you're babysitting natsu. the team had been out getting ice cream (as per koshi's insistence—for team building), leaving kei in a sour mood because he would rather be anywhere than here.

"shoyo! sho!"

the whole team looks over, seeing a little girl who is the spitting image of their short middle blocker running toward them. kei's expression drops even more, because there's two of them?

shoyo almost drops his ice cream cone with the way the little girl jumps on him. "what are you doing here?" shoyo asks, scrambling to catch his sweet treat. "where's—"

before he can finish his sentence, another figure comes running at them, out of breath. "natsu!" you scold airily as you make your way up to the team, hunching over and resting your hands on your knees as you try to catch your breath. "jesus, don't just run off like that!"

you look up at shoyo from your hunched position, letting kei get a good look at your face. you're flushed, sweat beading on your brow bone and lips are parted as you breathe harshly through them. it's clear to the blond that you've been running around for some time now, something that makes him snort into his strawberry ice cream cup.

"sorry, sho," you wince, practically dragging the little girl, natsu, to your side. "she ran off while i was paying for her snacks. she probably saw you through the window." you vaguely gesture to a nearby convenience store, holding up a bag of candy.

you talk with shoyo for another moment, before turning to the rest of the team. your eyes briefly meet kei's and he arches a brow at you. you apologize for interrupting them, but daichi insists that you're fine and that you and natsu can hang around since you're there anyway.

as a result, you and kei end up standing near each other as the group converses. kei had been hanging a little bit away from the others, minus tadashi of course. you end up near him by coincidence—you don't know the others, and the three of you end up quietly sitting in acknowledgement that you didn't want to talk.

my darling baby tadashi is a mess when you meet <3

he was practicing his volleyball skills when he accidentally whams you in the face

he'd feel guilty about it for a while (even if you insist you're fine) and would use it as an excuse to buy you drinks from the vending machines lol

"this is the fourth drink you've bought me this week??"

"i have to make up for hitting you somehow :((("

becoming friends with tadashi is surprisingly easy, given how shy he can be

it becomes a habit to meet you by the vending machines before practice

the time in the halls between classes and volleyball are spent getting to know you

he asks a lot of questions about what it's like in your hometown and the differences in your culture

i don't think he'd start liking you until after you also get close with kei though lol good luck

the first time he sees you joking around with the tall blond, he thinks his heart is about to beat out of his chest

you must be an angel, he decides as he watches you get along with kei

the three of you form a trio and you end up spending more time with them than shoyo LOL

kei absolutely knows about tadashi's feelings and takes every opportunity to tease him about it whilst you're blissfully unaware

he's so so smitten around you after he realizes he likes you

the type to look at you like you hung the stars in the sky yourself and to becoming maddeningly red whenever you so much as make eye contact with him

yamaguchi tadashi! hits you in the head the first time he meets you. he was in the gym alone, practicing his float serve. you pushed through the heavy metal doors just in time to get slammed in the face with a ball gone awry.

he feels his heart drop to his toes as he quickly rushes over to you, asking if you're alright and if you need to see the nurse. his panic only worsens when he realizes you're bleeding from your nose.

although the hit shocked you, you're left watching in amusement as tadashi scrambles to find something to stop your nosebleed with. when he eventually returns to you, having ran from the boys washroom to grab a wad of papertowel, he apologizes again softly.

"are you okay now...?" he asks when your nosebleed finally stops. he looks almost like a kicked puppy, his hair falling limply into his eyes.

even after you reassure him that you're fine, tadashi still wears his guilt like a crown. he offers to buy you something from the vending machines, and does so despite your insistence that he doesn't need to.

"you can accept it for my sake," he says sheepishly as he offers you the cold can. the two of you converse quietly, with you introducing yourself as a new foreign exchange student.

"oh!" he suddenly lets out, looking over at you. "did you need something in the gym?"

"i was looking for my cousin," you sigh. "he said he was in the volleyball club and i haven't been able to find him at all today."

he's shocked when he finds out that you're shoyo's cousin—the boy had talked about you earlier in the week when he found out you were transferring to karasuno. as you talk, tadashi thinks to himself that shoyo never mentioned how cute you were.

your first meeting with keishin is awkward

ltrly knocks you off your feet when he runs into you

he's kind of brash when he meets you, not caring if you think of him badly because of it

you don't have much of a relationship at first—your work pulls you to the classrooms after all, so he doesn't really see you around often

the next time he sees you, you're stomping into the gymnasium mid practice with an irked expression

he's about to tell you off for interrupting practice, but he quiets when he sees you make your way to your younger cousin

he only watches in amusement when you tell him off for his horrid grades

when shoyo turns to keishin for help, he only shrugs with a lazy grin on his face

"sorry, little man, you heard 'em. no volleyball games until you raise your grades"

to shoyo's chagrin, you and keishin make a terrifying pair for him (and the other three idiots lolol)

you only really start hanging out with him when you end up making a late night run at his convenience store

it's the first time he sees you in casual clothing and the case of beer in your hands makes him laugh

"you wanna share that?"

he becomes your drinking buddy every other weekend, and he grows to cherish the time you spend chugging back cans of beer with him

keeps his feelings on the downlow, but as time goes on even the boys realize that their coach has a soft spot for you

ukai keishin! bodies you the first time you meet. the man doesn't realize his own strength until he literally knocks you flat on his ass after he turns a corner and bumps into you. his eyes go wide when the books and papers in your hands go flying, falling around you in a frenzy.

"shit," he curses under his breath, bending down to pick up your things. "sorry 'bout that." his voice is gruff as he speaks, collecting your papers without much care. when he returns them to you, some of them are scuffed and crumpled.

as he's handing you your things, he finally gets a good look at you. you're dressed more formally than he is by a mile. he holds a hand out to help you to your feet, his brown eyes falling to the lanyard around your neck.

"you new here?" he asks, jutting his chin out to gesture to your nametag. student teacher is typed above your name and picture.

you nod deftly, brushing off any dirt from your dress pants. "i started today. and you are?" your eyes meet his, and he knows you're silently scrutinizing him. he's much too old to be a student, you deduce easily, but he's dressed far more casually than any other other teachers.

when your eyes drift up to his bleached hair, he snorts. "i'm the coach for the volleyball club," he grumbles. "i don't need to be wearing fancy shit like you."

he sees your eyes light up in recognition as he analyzes your face with crossed arms. "the volleyball club? you must know my cousin then. hinata shoyo?"

keishin deadpans at you. "you're the runt's cousin?"

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