#semi eita oneshot

[marshieee]

“if i could dance with the stars, i hope they’re shaped like you”

semi suddenly blurted that out of nowhere. he invited you to stargazed at your rooftop in midnight, he said that today was full moon and the sky is clear. so with your oversized hoodie both of you are now stargazing at 1 am.

“what do you mean?”

“ah, huh?”

he didn’t expected that he said that out loud. pink tints suddenly forms in his cheeks, even though it was dark you can still see him blushing.

“nothing...”

“nothing huh”

semi looks at you and pursed his lips, with a sigh his attention went back to the stars above.

“well...i just thought, if i could dance with the stars i hope they’re shaped just like you”

“huh? why?”

and with a airy chuckle, semi lowered his head and gently scratched the back of his neck. he doesn’t know how to feel but boy you’re obviously dense.

“because...i’d like to dance with you”

he said and refused to look at you since he’s a blushing mess, jesus christ he can’t believe he just said that and right in front of your face as well.

“you know what neverm—“

“if i can dance with the stars that are shaped just like you...”

you looked at him and smiled, the smile that got him falling for you, the smile that has been in his head for months, the smile that could soon this little rockstar’s heart.

“...i’ll gladly accept it, i would dance the night away with him and the next night and the next next night and the next next next night”

you giggled at your silly little joke but when you turned to look at him, you saw a stunned red semi eita. a cute blushing semi eita, which made you flustered at his reaction as well.

“that...would be nice, yeah”

“really?”

semi chuckles and nods, he stood up from the grass and offered his hands to you.

“how about we start dancing tonight? it’ll be our first dance”

you chuckled and shook your head before accepting his hand, he gently pulled you close to him and started to sway. no music, no fancy dresses, no neon lights or chandelier.

just you and him, with sound of the soft night breeze brushing over the grass creating soft sounds that is music to your ears.

you could stay like this forever as long as you’re with him.

[seokiloquy]

Let Me Live - Semi Eita

Soulmate Au: First Words, Timeskip

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing, innuendos,

Word Count: 7k

“Don’t forget, we have to be there by 7!” Masaki sends to your phone, reminding you about a concert you’re supposed to go to in the evening. 

A thump rings through the wall.

You groan, setting down your pitcher of steamed milk to glare at the wall behind you. Music from the club next door rattles the shelves, causing some plates to clink together. It's not even noon yet, and the band has started warming up, much louder than anyone could appreciate. 

Cheery Cafe and The Local easily juxtaposed each other.

From the back kitchen, your boss emerges, rolling his eyes. "Already?" 

"Yup!" You call over a particularly loud strum that rumbles the walls.

Coming from downstairs, your coworker emerges with an armful of coffee beans and a grimace painting her face. "I swear they have a speaker pressed against our wall." She joins you behind the counter, dropping into a low square to slide the bags into the open shelf space behind your legs.

"I wouldn't be surprised." You huff. "The owner's an ass."

"Watch it, kiddo." Your boss huffs a laugh.

"You said it first!" You shoot back, but he walks out without a response. Mina follows behind with an empty pitcher.

"Wait! Can you make a note?! We're low on flour!"

"Got it!" You grab a pen and notepad just as another blast of guitar rings through the walls.

A customer enters. Hands over their ears.

"Hi, your ears okay?" You laugh slightly as the door shuts behind them.

“I may go deaf.”

“Join the club.”

“Already a part of it, sadly.” They sigh, taking out their earplugs.

You lean against the counter. “Ah, part of the enemy. Which are you, staff or player?”

“Roadie.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Laughing, the roadie brushed a hand through their grown-out buzzed hair. “This is the loudest they've been all tour. They're finally home, so it's all out for friends and family.”

The shelf rattles again, and you quickly spin to catch a cup before it falls to the floor. “Glad to be a part of the experience.”

“Sorry, I’ll tell them to tone down, but I can’t promise they will.”

“I don’t expect much. Anyways, you’re here for a reason. What can I get you?”

“I’m so sorry for what I’m about to do to you.” They wince.

You sigh, hands on the counter. “Please don’t say it.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Please just be quiet.”

“Sorry.” They place a piece of paper that was ripped from a notebook on the counter in front of you. 

You stare helplessly at the text-filled sheet before groaning and calling back toward the kitchen. “I’m gonna need help out here!”

Kaziyoshi emerges, with a concerned look on his face, quickly followed by Mina. Kaziyoshi glances at the paper. “Oh lord.”

“I hope you’re not paying for this yourself.” You sigh, taking it with you to check out. “There’s even specialty drinks on here. Did you look up our menu?”

“Some people are very picky. It’s on the business card, though, so it's all good.”

“Well, you may as well sit down and enjoy the scenery.”

“Will do. It’s very cute here!” 

You laugh, “Very different from next door. Now sit. This is going to take a bit.”

“Do you need help taking these over?”

Six full trays, with four drinks each, there is no way this roadie is going to be able to carry them over on their own.

“I’d actually appreciate that, ya.” Nagawasaw tucks the list into their pocket before reaching for a tray.

Mina takes over the counter as another group of customers enter, and Kaziyoshi goes back into the kitchen. With three trays in your hold, one on each hand and the third balancing between your wrists and chest, you follow the roadie out of your cute little pastel cafe and toward the dark, towering club next door.

The Local, a black-painted two-story brick building, has been there for as long as you can remember. Opening at 7 p.m., you’re generally lucky enough to be off-shift and not have to deal with the lines of people waiting around, save for their cigarettes left behind on the sidewalk. But, despite the door only being open to the public at seven, artists, their teams, and available families are able to enter so long as an employee is present.

The roadie pushes the door open with their back as a blast of guitar threatens to burst your eardrums. You groan and follow in to put the drinks at the bar counter. The lead singer, with ash hair and dark tips, sings loudly with his eyes shut while his fingers expertly strum over his guitar strings. Your arms tingle as you set the drinks down in front of the barkeep.

“Hey, Nagasawa! You got it all!” You can recognise the owner’s rasper voice from anywhere. 

“Oh, and you’re one of the baristas from next door. Thanks for helping bring this over.” He reaches over your shoulder to grab a black 16 oz coffee and chugs it.

You rub your arms, nodding. “No worries. Hey, do you mind turning down the volume? We know the band needs to practise, but we’re having a hard time hearing anything over there.”

“I’ll see what I can do, Kiddo. Everybody! The drinks are here!” He walks away and not toward the soundboard. You sigh.

A girl, maybe 14 years old, rushes over. Grabbing the only strawberry milk and a double espresso before rushing back for the stage.

“Isn’t this place 18 and up?” You ask openly to the air.

“She’s the singer’s little sister. The bar isn’t open right now anyways, so it’s not like she can grab a drink.” Nagasawa sighs with a shug. “Anyways, Thanks for the drinks. The band’s playing for four days, so you can probably expect more requests from us.”

“Cool. I should get back. The name's (L/N) (Y/N), by the way. Nice meeting you.” You're about to bow but instead wince as the band plays all at once. “See ya.”

"Wait!" Grabbing a cup sleeve, Nagasawa pulls a pen from their pocket and writes. "If you need anything, shoot me a text."

Blinking, you grab the brown paper and bow. "Thank you." 

The customers that had entered when you left were seated at a table, happily chatting, and Mina was free. She furrowed her brows after getting a look at you. “What’s up with your arms?”

You freeze next to the counter and look. “The fuck?”

“Do you have a soulmate mark?”

“No!”

“Well, you do now!” She shrieks, making the customers, only a few metres over, turn around.

Vibrantly coloured letters glow on your arms, covering every inch with a stroke of bright paint. Nothing seemed to be untouched. You lift your pant leg to find the same pattern. They stayed for a moment before fading away into nothing.

Mina was jumping on the spot, fanning her cheeks with excitement. “Do you know what this means? You have a soulmate!”

You hiss, “Ya, and it was someone next door!”

Mina freezes. “Oh, shit. Do you know who?”

“Well, not Nagasawa or Mr. Takumi. I would’ve noticed earlier, and I’ve spoken to the owner before.” A blast shakes the side wall again, “Asshole didn’t even bother trying to turn it down.” You join Mina behind the counter.

“No other clues?”

“Everyone was talking, and the music was so loud. I didn’t talk to anyone else either.”

“Was the music good, at least?”

You give Mina a sideways glance.

“Right, never mind.”

“I’m kidding. It was… fine. Just very heavy… and loud.”

After a break from the boom drums, the door opens, and the same young girl from before enters, a towering figure following behind. “Eita, come look, it’s so cute!”

She lets go of the guitarist's sleeve and runs to admire the wall plushies across from the counter. She squeals, jumping up to reach a cat on the top shelf.

Eita rushes over, catching the line of stuffies that nearly come tumbling down with the giant cat the girl snatched. 

"Watch it, Hanako. You're going to break something." Eita pushes the toys back onto the shelf and glances around with a twitching nose. "It's… cute."

You glare, ignoring the blur of Hanako as she excitedly rushes around, the giant pink cat in her arms, to look at all the other shelves.

He glances around the pastel-painted walls before catching your eye. "Aren't you a ray of sunshine? What's with the storm clouds?"

You feel the muscles in your forehead tense more, "Sorry, what was that? My ears are ringing from the constant screeching next door."

The tall guitarist scoffs before getting distracted by his sister running to the counter. And dropping everything on it. "Can I also have a strawberry milk with boba!!" 

You smile at the girl. She's decked out in fun colours and cute accessories and a long swaying skirt to match. The exact opposite of her brother. "What did you pick out?"

"The cat, a Sanrio blind box, the My Melody headband, this keychain, th—”

“How are you paying for this?” Eita asks behind her, making Hanako look over her shoulder.

“Who said anything about me paying for it?”

You huff, slapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the laugh that threatened to escape. Eita glares before pulling out his card with a sigh, letting his sister swipe it from his two fingers.

“Oh, you’re just wrapped around her fingers, aren't you?” you laugh, placing all of the girl's items in a bag.

“Ha, ha.” He reaches for the completed bag and grabs his sister around the neck with his elbow, escorting her out and messing with her hair as they leave.

“Ah! Eita! Stop it. Let me go! I’m gon—” The door shuts behind them.

Your hands push into the counter, creating a line where the heel of your palm falls off the stone. The guitarist walks past the window with a bored but snobbish expression as if a young girl wasn’t dragging him around. While carrying a wild exterior, you could feel the “I drink black coffee” attitude radiate from him and infect everyone in his vicinity. His sister seemed to stand alone, luckily, not caring for the glares he sent towards all the cute merchandise or sweet drinks and snacks you had in store.

A scoff boils out of you as they finally fall away from view. At least Hanako was cute, if she weren’t, you couldn’t imagine the amount of remarks he would send your way. You could hear it now: “Who would want this stuff,” “Seems weird,” “People actually buy these?” all with a tone that sounded like slime stuck between toes in a sweaty shoe. You shiver, dropping onto your elbows, only to notice that the words have re-appeared, only this time, one in particular stuck.

“Aren't you a ray of sunshine?” You read aloud. “Fucking hell.”

“Watch it!” Kaziyoshi appeared from the kitchen. 

The rest of the colourful lettering quickly dissipates, fading into the natural shade of your skin beneath them as if washing away in non-existent rain. But the six words, one sentence, remained prominent and bright on your forearm. You swing it behind you, hiding it from the view of your boss.

“If you saw who had just been in here, you’d say the same thing. At least the sister managed to get his card out of him.” You gesture to the register for Kaziyoshi to take a look. As he does, you rush to grab an extra sweater tucked in the far corner beneath the counter and slide it on.

“Oh ya. Good for her. Shika will be happy to see that.” Shika, his wife, was in charge of inventory. Kaziyoshi leans away from the register to look at you. “Cold?”

“Only a little.” You smile, already feeling the sweat start to build on your skin. 

“I’d say turn the AC down, but it’s pretty hot in the kitchen right now.”

You knew that the heat easily spread to the front, and while the smell was excellent, it was torture during the summer months. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine.” You already regretted the decision.

The letters beneath your skin seemed to tingle. Annoyed, you scratch at it until Mina appears again, allowing you to run off and distract yourself with another task.

The day continues as mundanely as before, occasionally being visited by those from next door. Why the owner endorses your cafe despite being a grotesque man in general, you’ll never know, but you hope he just likes the coffee. The thumping only stops two more times throughout the day, the last of which happens an hour before you close, and the line outside begins to build, running across the cafe’s window and door.

You just finished mopping when the door opens again, and Mina curses. “I forgot to lock.”

Luckily for you, though, you recognise the face standing on the mat. 

“Masaki? I thought I was meeting you at the venue?”

Mina sighs in relief, handing you your things before gathering her own and heading for the lights.

“Well, I was waiting in line with Hiro and thought I'd just come get you. Hiro’s holding our spot anyways.”

You blink for a second, wondering why Masaki would abandon their spot in line and come travel to get you when that effectively doubles the distance travelled.

“Besides, it’s not like I had to walk far. Come on!”

Behind you, you hear Mina say bye to Kazioshi (and Shika, whom he was on the phone with) before she comes back and pushes both you and Masaki towards the door.

“Not far?” Your feet freeze, leading Masaki to drag you outside. Mina waves goodbye as she locks the door, before walking in the opposite direction that Masaki is leading you. “No.”

You freeze just outside The Local, where Hiro waits in front of a security guard with his hair perfectly shagged and styled. 

Suddenly, it’s like your eyes give up on you. A dark vignette takes over your vision as you realise just who you’re about to see in concert. And that you will be sticking out like a sore thumb in periwinkle and white clothing, while everyone else is wearing black, and leather.

You don’t look like you belong in The Local. You look like you just walked out of the cute cafe next door. Which A. everyone just saw happen, and B. everyone inside knows too.

You lift the hood up of your borrowed sweater, tucking your nose behind the zipper and tighten the hoodie string as much as possible. The fabric is pink, which, while very cute, does not help your situation. You groan, regretting that you were born in a world where sweaters don’t eat people alive. Why did they buy this ticket, again?

“Ending tour sale.”

You further bury your nose.

Eventually, the security guard asks for ID and tickets with the help of one of The Local’s staff members, whom you give coffee to regularly, and you’re in.

There’s an artificial breeze inside as the building’s old AC works its hardest, which you appreciate from under your sweater before being dragged to the base of the stage. You, along with Masaki and Hiro, stand before the stage, looking at, or for them, admiring, the set-up from the perspective of an ant. 

Nagasawa, the roadie, appears on stage, guitars in hand that they place on stands. Catching your eyes, they nod, before walking off, shoes appearing and disappearing across your line of vision.

More people pile in, and Hiro offers to go get drinks for the three of you at the bar before too many get through the doors, and manoeuvring becomes impossible. You nod along with Masaki’s enthused reaction, thinking about being trapped at the front back of the room, far away from any exits, while being pressed up against the stage where that wannabe miscreant of a guitarist that you now have to call your soulmate will be able to stare you down for two very long hours. You shiver.

Hiro returns quickly, the bar hands are well-trained and speedy, and you down your cup of alcohol before even finding out what it was.

“You good, Hello Kitty?” Hiro asks, taking the empty cup back.

“Fine, just feeling the desire to jump in front of an oncoming train.”

“Oh? Which one?”

“Hiro!” Masaki smacks his arm.

“I didn’t bring it up!” He defends, Shifting his body weight when he notices people trying to shove you three out of your spot at centre stage.

Masaki sighs before looking your way with pinched brows, a silent question.

You just shake your head. “It’s not worth getting into. Not right now.”

Still, with a concerned face, Masaki nods and turns toward the stage.

After they both finish their drinks, the club space is packed, and people are already trying to shuffle by in a tight line to get toward the bathroom. The AC, while on, has already failed at keeping the large number of bodies in the space cool (go figure), and you are already regretting your decision to take the sweater with you instead of leaving it behind.

You stare down toward your feet, trying to see them in the dark to calm yourself down and not overheat, and then the crowd screams.

The group, which you don’t even know the name of, enters from stage left. A drummer with characteristically long hair that's ready to swing to the music, a pianist with the most toned-down style amongst the group, a bassist with and guitarists both with layered, torn and strapped up clothing, and the lead singer, Eita. He wore more extravagant clothes than before, somehow. Leather studded boots, ripped jeans with hanging chains, a loose graphic muscle tee underneath a leather jacket with fur trim, the last of which he had been wearing throughout the day.

Eita scans the crowd with a lopsided smile before landing on you with a tilt of his head. You were going to suffocate and die. The following words out of everyone's mouth had no meaning as you stared at the right-angle corner of the stage and gripped it.

The music plays on, not caring for your drum-altered heart rate or battered eardrums.

The crowd behind you screams, and something grabs your chin, forcing your head to tilt back despite the tense muscles in your neck. Eita stares down at you with a hiked brow, face entirely shadowed by the stage lights.

You try to scramble back and tear away his grip, but you find your back forced to stay still by the pressure of a thousand bodies wanting to clamour closer to the men on stage. You're trapped as you feel every word your soulmate sings begin to dance on your skin.

Eita winks before rising fully to his feet again, and Masaki lands a slap against your arm.

You're free from his hold but still trapped in his presence as the next two hours are filled with blaring rock and tingling skin. He doesn't look your way the rest of the night. You're thankful.

As soon as the show finishes, you rush to the door, not caring to stick around for the band's pandering for their fanbase. You escape, ears ringing and slam your back against your cafe's door as your breath tries to acapella and not return.

Overheated, you rip the sweater off your shoulders and toss it to the ground. How Eita managed to play a whole concert in a leather jacket with a fur trim, you wouldn't understand. But, then again, he likely didn't have anxiety pumping through his views like you had, freeing him from the fate of being an overcooked slab of chicken. 

Gasping for breath, your mind jumps to his calloused fingers on your chin. So tight, as if he could have grabbed you by the neck in a second and carried you over like a hen ready for slaughter.

Mind now on chickens, your breathing slows, and you melt onto the concrete ground in front of the Cheery Cafe door.

"Hey, why did you run— Oh shit!"

With tired eyes, you see Madaki and Hiro staring down at you. 

Hiro chuckles, "You kinda look like part of the Yakuza."

Your arms, your whole body really (not that they could see) were covered in lyrics. Words dancing and wiggling around as though the music was still playing on your skin.

"Just kill me now."

The Semi family invited the band over for a late dinner and a chance to sleep on actual beds, but so had the rest of the bandmates' families. Instead they went to a group dinner before parting ways for the night. Eita was just relieved to not be forced onto the couch in exchange for the drummer, the youngest's, comfort.

Walking into the family home, with his parents in front and Hanako at his side, Eita quickly reached for his jacket the moment they stepped through the door, arm swinging over his sister's head.

"Watch it!" She cried, smacking his jacket to the floor as he tried to toss it onto the clothing rack.

Eita stared down at the cloth. "Seriously? Pick it up."

"Hmm, no." Hanako grins, kicking off her shoes before stepping onto the leather coat and into the living room.

Eita huffs, stripping off his baggy tank top to toss onto her head before she turns the corner.

"EUGH! This reeks!! Mom!! Eita is stripping in the living room again.”

Peeking out from the kitchen with a glass of water, their mother sighs.

"It's been two minutes, can't you two… EITA IS THAT A TATTOO?!"

Her water nearly spills as she rushes over. Hearing the commotion, their father appears from the hallway with a fresh t-shirt and pants.

"Eita got a tattoo?"

"HE BETTER NOT HAVE!"

"Oooooh, you're in trouble!"

Eita glares at Hanako for her teasing tone before facing his concerned mother. "I didn't get a tattoo. What are you talking about?"

She rushes forward, glaring despite Eita's denial. Prodding his stomach, just above his hip bone, she huffs. "Then explain this!"

He looks down and sees a messily scrawled line running along the curve of his skin. "Huh, that's new."

"NEW?! Taiko, look at this."

Sighing, his father walked over, passing Hanako, who eagerly followed along.

He stared for a moment before pushing up the glasses on his nose. "I believe that may be your soulmate mark, but I can't tell what it says. Did you meet anyone new today?"

"Tons, Dad, I'm a touring artist."

"Right, stupid question. Well, unless you can decide what it says, you're a bit out of luck unless they've noticed it too, or there's another piece going on."

His mom sighs in relief before hugging him lightly and whispering a small “Thank god” before ushering him and his sister off to bed, as if he wasn’t an adult and she wouldn’t stay up late anyways. Eita was tired, though, but despite his body’s desire to sink into the bed, he grew up with and found most comfortable. He couldn't help but sit at his desk chair, with a moderately sized mirror on a stool that his sister likely shoved in his room and stare at the black text that was inked onto his skin.

He trailed his fingers over the lettering, hoping that every swipe would reveal something new, a clue to understanding what it said. 

It was 3 am before he realised the time and decided to go to sleep.

"What does this say?"

You stare at the sticky note Shika holds out to you. "Uhh, I can't tell."

"But you wrote it?"

"Doesn't mean I can read it. Hold on." You grab the sticky note, looking for the pad it came from and the pen you used.

Finding the pair, you retrace your steps in reverse. "OH, FLOUR. Right, we're low on flour."

"Thanks for the translation."

"Sorry."

Shika laughed. "Would have been worse if you weren't here. Thanks for covering today."

"Not like I had anything else to do. Besides… wallow?"

The door squeaked, and Shika sighed, “Well, back to it for now.”

You try not to let your knees buckle at the sight of the man walking through the door. Eita is dressed casually, a regular baggy shirt hangs off his shoulders. The simplicity haunts you though, and it takes everything not to duck and hide from view.

"Oh it's Sunshine. Why are you here?"

You level him with a sigh, "I wonder why. Possibly because I have a job. That doesn't explain your sudden appearance, though. Where's Hanako?"

Turning you back to him, as if not caring for his presence, you immediately let a silent scream escape, forcing every emotion out of you.

"She's sleeping. Stayed up too late last night. By the way, could you draw a map to the nearest café? I need some caffeine."

He's smirking at you when you glance over your shoulder. But with a shrug, you grab a napkin and a pen, scribbling on it before sliding it over with a perfectly practised smile. "Here ya go."

"Hmm," he sighs, glancing at the drawing. "Not the customer service I would hope for. An ass? Really? Oh, wait, you serve coffee. This must be a self portrait."

You're boiling, skin scorching and arching to jump off your body. "Oh, absolutely, my butt is the perkiest around." It comes out in the singing tone you use later in the day when the customers are in a rush.

"Hmm, you'll get there eventually."

You want to throttle him.

"Oh, thank you for the encouragement. Is there anything else I can help you with?"

"Hmm, do you remember the orders from yesterday? I'd like all those again."

"Hmm?" You want to scream. "Do you have the list?"

"Oh. No. But you can do it. It is your job, after all." The eyes are pinched together with cunning mirth.

Forget throttle; maul him. You want to maul him. Soulmate or not.

"Alright, I'll get right on it."

Eita gives you a smile before turning to wait in one of the plush seats. Comfortable, as if he'd won the battle. Annoyingly, you can see your handwriting peaking through the bottom of his short-sleeve. 

You growl to yourself before pulling out your phone, and shooting off a quick text.

Nagasawa is quick to reply, and eager to be a bother to the artist that they were working for. You open the sent image of the list and get to work.

You're halfway through when the rocker feels the need to bring your attention back his way.

"I'm not paying for you to be looking at your phone," he huffs.

You give him a glance before returning to your espresso shot. "Luckily for you, you're not paying me at all."

"Good, I don't want to pay for this kind of service."

"Oh, that's too bad. Here's your bill." You walk out from behind the counter to hand him the machine. His eyes bulge for a second before sighing and pulling out his card.

You skip back to the counter and finish off the drinks. Tying one off with a cute pink bow.

"What's that for?"

"This?" You fluff the ribbon uselessly, for show. "It's your sister's order, I wanted to make it special for when she wakes up. Be a dear and put it in a fridge for her, will you?"

Eita rolls his eyes before getting one of the trays to rest on his elbows.

"Will you need help getting those over?"

Eita huffs to himself before nodding, "yes," he groans.

"Better call for some help then!"

Eita leaves with a grimace cut into his face.

Once the door closes behind him, you lift your sleeve to find the whole conversation painted on your skin.

"Why are you always here?"

You raise a brow at the question, turning to face the rocker while shaking together another customer's order.

"Hmm, have you developed dementia? Did you know that it could be connected to your hearing? You must have gone deaf from all the blasting music."

"...what?"

You smile and turn your back to him.

He waits for a moment. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“You mean, why am I always here? Cause I work here. Duh.” You finish off the mix in your hands before walking it to the end of the table where the previously mentioned customer is waiting with an amused grin. “Here ya go.”

“Thanks.” The woman gives you a teasing smirk before ushering herself to the door.

Eita, annoyingly enough, has your full attention again. “Why are you always working?”

“Because I like my job? Because I need the money?”

“Because you have nothing else to do.” You squint at Kazioshi as he appears. “You aren’t even supposed to be here today.”

“Are you going to kick me out?” you huff.

“No.”

“Then don’t complain.”

Kazioshi shakes his head, grabbing the metal tray he needed from the counter, before heading back to the kitchen.

Once again, Eita has your full attention. “Bad social life?” He asks as a cocky smile appears on his face.

“I’m talking to you aren’t I?” you mirror him. “If you’re not going to order something, take a hike. I have things to do.”

“Oh you’d love for me to get lost in the mountains, wouldn’t you? Nah, I'm here for that order again.”

You perk up, “Is your sister here?”

“Not yet.”

“Shame, she’s the better sibling.”

You don’t stay to see how he reacts to the comment. There are drinks to be made, and a boy to charge for them. At least there is some joy in emptying his wallet.

“Hmm well, she isn’t the one you paid to go see in concert.”

The momentary joy you felt was immediately washed out.

Day four. The final day. One more concert and you were free from the torment. The thought was probably the only thing getting you through the day, knowing that after tonight, you could be free of Eita’s presence. So long as he continues to wear long sleeves.

It was a pleasant thought. Being free. Sadly everything else seemed to want to bring down your mood. Your phone didn’t charge last night, meaning that after your endless scrolling, it had died on your bedside table, and didn’t ring in the morning. So, you were running late for the one time you were actually scheduled to work. Then, while rushing out the door, a downpour started and ended in the time it took you to bike to Cheery Cafe, soaking you to the bone. A customer yelled at you for making their “mocha caramel hazelnut latte” too hot, despite them requesting it as such. Then while mopping up said “Mocha caramel hazelnut latte”, You slipped and knocked your head against the sharp edge of the counter. The receipt printer disconnected. The wifi went down. You burnt your thumb while steaming milk. Lunch can’t be eaten off the floor. And finally, the band started playing.

You groan, rubbing the back of your head where a bump has quickly grown. It seems to pulse every time the drum hits.

“You good, kid?” Kazioshi comes back with a fresh bag of ice.

“No, I’m in hell.”

“Well, that's not supposed to be the mood of this place. Do we need more pink?”

You chuckle, quickly wincing as the action shoots a pulse right into the back of the head.

“Just a couple more hours, and you’re free.” He sighed, having already given up on sending you home early. “You’ll get through it.”

The door opened with a squeak.

“Hi!”

Hanako is in the doorway subtly smiling as you meet her eyes. It's hard to tell if the bright light that follows her is a side effect of just how endearing she is or a concussion.

“Hi, Hanako. How are you?”

Her gentle grin quickly switches to a frown as she approaches. “Tired. Eita has been playing nonstop for the four days he’s been here, and I’m tired of it. I can’t even be in there when the concert starts.”

“Same here, kiddo.” You wince as another loud strum rings through the wall. Being later in the day, with the sun going down, there was no one coming into the cafe for an 8 p.m. coffee, unless they worked at The Local and everyone there had already gotten their fill. “Come on, let's sit on the couch.”

Hanako swings her skirt around, letting it flutter around her ankles as she follows you to the plush seat. 

“So, you’re here because you’re tired of listening to your brother’s music?”

Hanako grabs the ends of her hair, playing with the dark tips. “Pretty much. It's the same thing for two hours, four days in a row. I just wanted to have a nice dinner with my family, but he has to work, and my parents have to attend because they have to support him. And UGH I just want a burger or something.” Her head swings as she talks. “I don’t even like rock music.”

“Really? Eita must hate that.”

“A little. But I can at least annoy him about it.” She kicks her feet a little, and you begin to copy her, making the girl giggle. “He’s been on tour for a year. I just want it to be over already.”

“Isn’t this the last concert?”

“Ya, but it doesn’t mean I’m happy about it. It was supposed to be only two days but they decided to extend it because of high demand, and then they made a sale, which was totally fake, the tickets were all the same price. So they got to play two more days.”

“My friend bought me a ticket because of the sale. So I'm going to tell them that it was a scam.”

Hanako chuckled cutely. “Buy two get one 50% off as if the two tickets weren’t priced higher.”

“Oh, that’s evil.” You chuckle, adjusting your ice pillow.

“Ya, it was my brother’s idea.”

“Ah, I knew there was something off about him, a con artist he is.”

“Wooo celebrities. Ugh, I’m just tired of it.”

A prolonged silence filled the air, before you could think of something more to say. Not that it was anything useful. “Sorry if I seem out of it. I took a fall earlier and bumped my head.”

“No worries. I am too,” she yawns. “I just want to nap.”

“Go for it. I won’t stop you.”

When you’re tired enough, the consistent drum beats from next door can act as a calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. You sigh, sinking into the couch’s backrest. Sadly, you can’t sleep on the job, so through bleary eyes, you keep an eye on the open door, as Hanako’s head falls onto your arm.

Eventually, the concert ends, and finally there's calm in the cafe once more. You watch silently as the concertgoers walk past the cafe door, leaning against each other and blabbering in slurred words. 

“HANAKO!”

The calm didn’t last long. Eita stomps through the door, face coloured a bruising red in contrast to his hands, which were clenched so tightly that blood seemed to not go to his fingers.

“HANAKO!” The girl shot awake, hand jumping to grab onto your arm. “Why are you where? You were supposed to be in the back with Mom and Dad!”

“I got tired of your shitty music!” She whined, hiding behind your shoulder.

“HANA! You left on your own you could have been kidnapped, do you realise how stupid that was?!”

Your head throbbed at the squabbling. “Gah, Shut up! Don’t yell at her. She’s safe, she knew where she could go.” Palm to forehead, you stood up and let the icepack fall to the seat cushion behind you. Hanako picked it up. “Is your throat not sore after being used all day? Be quiet already. I’m sick of the noise.”

Eita’s eyes were blown out in a broad glare, face only seeming to turn purple. “Excuse you? My throat? What about you? Aren’t you the one that needs tips to get by?”

“I don’t think I need any tips from you, thanks. Any advice from you would get me stuck in a gutter.” You’re hardly looking at him, or maybe you are. It’s hard to tell how tired and dizzy you feel. Everything seems hazy, but you can differentiate the dark shadow of Eita from the pastel background.

“Your head is already in the gutter!”

“My head is perfectly fine. No complaints. 10/10. Only raving review—”

“God, just be quiet! My sister is here!”

“You’re the one yelling.” You point out, and reach behind you until your hand lands on Hanako’s soft hair. The girl takes the motion as permission to latch onto your leg from her seated position, you feel the ice pack she’s holding against your knee. You hum. “And Hanako came here because she was tired of your music. You do realise for the four days you’ve been in town, you’ve only spent 10 hours each day with your family, and I bet most of that time was spent sleeping, or hanging out with your bandmates.

“And how do I know this? Because I’ve been here every single day. I know when concerts at The Local end, and I knew when you and your team got here each morning. I made you guys drinks. I dealt with your blasting music for hours on end. You know, you don’t have to rehearse at full volume day in and day out. The whole neighbourhood knows your setlist by heart.”

You don’t notice Kazioshi peek out from the kitchen with a frown before he sneaks back to his quiet space.

Eita glares. “So you’re a stalker.” His voice is finally toned down.

“An observer.”

“Every time I've gone in here, you’ve only ever been standoffish. Could you stand to be a bit nicer to customers?”

“I’m standing right now.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

“Do I? Sorry, between smacking my head on a marble counter and dealing with your music all day, I’m kind of not in the right space. I can’t even remember what you said five seconds ago.”

“You—” Eita sighs, hands unclenching. 

You take a second to rub your drooping eyes. “You got something on your face by the way. Did someone marker you?”

Hanako is giggling against your leg, gripping your pants with all her grip as she tries to stay up.

Eita pauses for a second, thinking about how ridiculous he must look with something smeared across his face. “Do you have a bathroom?”

You point at the door in the hallway before the kitchen. He stomps off and you flop back down.

“He’s not normally that emotional.”

“He was only worried about you. Can’t blame him for that.” You rub her hair a bit before combing it back into place, you think. It’s a bit hard to see. “I think I might really have a concussion.”

“Shouldn’t you, like, lay down or something?”

“Later.” You huff, pulling the girl close into a hug. “First, I have to hug a cute little bunny!”

“Yah! Stooooop!” She manages to push you off, giggling all the while.

The giggles outside the door seem to fall on deaf ears as Eita stares at himself in the bathroom mirror. Words, scribbled in what he could only describe as a child’s handwriting, trailed up his neck and onto his cheek. Words he now knew came from you. He knew there was more, so in a quick fashion, he strips down behind the locked door of the bathroom. He hoped he wasn’t scarring the cute cat sticker that was stuck to the mirror in the process.

The words continue, circling him like a python, and he struggles to catch his breath. Cheek to ankle, he’s covered in black and red letters. It hits him. Just outside, in the cafe, is his soulmate, who he yelled at. He can feel his heart pick up its pace, fighting against the constricting that the written words on his skin are causing as they slither around. 

There’s a knock on the door. Eita forces another breath, throwing on his clothes and opening the door.

Kazioyoshi blinks. “You good?”

“Ya. Fine.”

“Good. I need to get in there.”

“Right, right.” Eita side steps as the taller man enters the bathroom.

“You’re shirt’s on backwards, by the way.” The door shuts.

Still, in a haze, Eita pulls his arms in to spin the shirt around.

“Eita! Hanako! There you are!” His parents are in the cafe now sighing, and short of breath. “We’ve been trying to call. Nagasawa suggested you might be here. Thank goodness.”

Joining them, he glances at the couch where Hanako sits, and you’ve passed out.

His parents glance at the barista. “What happened?”

The two siblings speak at the same time.

“Concussion.”

“Soulmate.”

The two adults blink at each other.

“What?” Kazioshi says from the hallway, before rushing to the couch. He sighs. “At least we’re closed now… I told them to go home.”

Waking up the next morning (mid-afternoon) on Masaki and Hiro’s couch, in a dark room with all the lights off and curtains drawn was an unexpected experience. But was quickly overshadowed by the pounding in your head.

“You’re on bed rest for two weeks. No phone, no laptop, no tv. You can listen to a podcast or something, but you are staying in the dark and quiet as much as possible.” Hiro lectured you.

Apparently, stimuli of any kind can prevent recovery from a concussion (Probably shouldn’t have stayed at the cafe). So, due to your (unwilling) bed-ridden state, your friends, with the help of your co-workers, were taking care of you. Demeaning really, you felt like a baby, but at least you caught up on sleep.

When you were finally able to leave the house it was with sunglasses and a headset, and of course, you immediately went to the cafe.

“Seriously?” Shika scoffs when you enter, “Do you ever stay away?”

“Not unless I’m being restrained. Which I technically was.”

“You’re not working.”

“You can’t stop me.” You join her behind the counter, adjusting your sunglasses. “Go take a break I can handle it.”

“I'm not sure about that.”

“At least sit down for a bit?”

“Fine. But if you even get a bit tired, you call me.”

You nod and shoo her off, chuckling as she flops onto the couch and opens her laptop.

It's quiet, calm, the most peaceful it’s felt in a while. There is no shaking coming from the bar next store, The Local is empty and Cheery Cafe finally feels like it’s name.

You sigh happily.

“Hey.”

The cloud comes right back. Eita stands in front of the counter, hands in the pockets of his baggy sweater, it’s the most casual you’ve seen him. You glare.

“Why are you here?”

“To tal—”

“He’s been coming everyday,” Shika says from the couch. “Loverboy couldn’t understand that you were resting.”

Behind your glasses, you glance at the ash-haired man. “And you called me a stalker.”

“Hey. We have something to talk about. And you wouldn’t pick up your phone.”

“Who gave you my number?”

“Your boss.”

You glare at Shika. And the woman shrugs. “He was desperate.”

“I couldn’t use my phone, I’ve been recovering.”

“That bad?”

“Every concussion is bad.”

“I— right.”

There's a tight silence and you see the beginnings of your words appear above his collar.

“So. Soulmates.” You say. “Gotta admit. Took you long enough to figure it out.”

“Your handwriting is atrocious. How was I supposed to figure it out?”

Kicking the floor you pursed your lips. “I was kinda hoping you wouldn’t”

“Hey!”

“But you did and now I'm stuck with you. Aren’t I?”

Eita glares, straightening his posture. “You say it like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is, I’m stuck with your loud music. At least you come with Hanako. She’s the better sibling.”

“Again… Hey. I’m your soulmate.”

“Do you want me to insult you again?”

“Not really.”

You lean against the counter, moving as close to him as possible while keeping the built in table between you. You look up at Eita as he tries to keep his chin up. “Then plan a date to take me out already. You know I have no social life. I’m free all the time and need something to balance out the torture that will be your music for a lifetime.”

His eyes shut, cheeks becoming rosy. “Again… Hey.”

“Eita. What are you doing?”

The volleyball player turned rock star lazed across the cafe’s couch, taking a selfie with one of the large plushies. The big teddy bear didn’t seem to enjoy it.

“Taking photos.”

You blink. “Why?”

“To send to Hanako.”

“Again. Why?”

“Cause she’s at school and not here. So she’ll be jealous.”

Rolling your eyes you return to cleaning your cup, “You’re cruel.”

“You love me.”

“I love Hanako more.”

He glares, “Hey…”

Working non-stop all summer to jump right into non-stop school. A break was nice but I already haven’t drawn in nearly a year, I don’t want the same to happen to writing. Save me. - Bacon

Posted: 28/08/2023

[fauxserenity]

TenSemi - Canon Related Fluff

Tendo and Semi are spending the afternoon together in Semi's dorm room, with Semi sitting on his bed and Tendo splayed on the floor, listening to the other boy playing his guitar.

"Are you serenading me?" Tendo asks once his friend is done. 

 "Wha- no! I asked you to tell me if you like it," pouting, Semi takes his pillow from its place and throws it towards the redheads head. 

 Tendo catches the pillow, laughing as he sits with his back against the wall.

"It sounds fine, you're really good SemiSemi," he assures him with a smile. 

 Semi turns his face away, trying to hide his blush as he mumbles a small 'thanks'. 

 "What song is that? I don't think I've heard it," Tendo asks getting closer to the blond's personal space.

"Of course you've never heard it, dumbass." Semi rolls his eyes before setting the guitar next to him. "I wrote it..." 

 "Woah! SemiSemi, you're an artist!" 

 "Don't call me that!"

Despite his words, Semi's smile only grows bigger as Tendo keeps complimenting him, feeling like a weight is being lifted from him as his friend goes on and on about how he's going to be at all of his concerts once he becomes famous.

[suplicyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ Shiratorizawa

ᯓ★ Ushijima Wakatoshi

[A flower for my lover]

[Look At Me!! – Artist!Reader]

ᯓ★ Satori Tendou

[You bringing him a bento for the first time]

ᯓ★ Semi Eita

ᯓ★ Kenjiro Shirabu

ᯓ★ Tsutomu Goshiki

[You sharing a dessert with Goshiki]

[leahrintarou]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ haikyuu oneshots＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚

☆ suna rintarou

✮ intoxicated (sfw) ✮ fatigued (nsfw) ✮ carved pumpkins (nsfw) ✮ taste me (nsfw) ✮ just a friend

✮ safe & sound (sfw/fluff)

☆ atsumu miya

✮ two is better than one ft. osamu (nsfw) ✮ sharing is caring (nsfw) ✮ ex-manwhore (nsfw)

☆ osamu miya

✮ two is better than one ft atsumu (nsfw) ✮ balanced (sfw)

☆ kiyoomi sakusa

✮ pretty when you cry (nsfw) ✮ longing taste (nsfw)

☆ oikawa toru

✮ practice makes perfect (nsfw) ✮ go to sleep (nsfw)

☆ akaashi keiji

✮ use my warmth (nsfw) ✮ after hours (nsfw) ✮ big decisions (nsfw)

☆ tsukishima kei

✮ package (nsfw)

☆ kuroo tetsuro

✮ patience (nsfw) ✮ a gift just for you (nsfw)

☆ kageyama tobio

✮ attention deprived (nsfw)

☆ yachi hitoka

✮ eyes on you (nsfw)

☆ kenma kozume

✮ your face (nsfw) ✮ get well soon (nsfw) ✮ missed every part of you (nsfw)

☆ shinsuke kita

✮ aftercare (nsfw) ✮ stupid girl (nsfw)

☆ iwaizumi hajime

✮ purple hues (nsfw)

✮ oversized tee (nsfw)

☆ tendou satori

✮ keep your hands to yourself (nsfw) ✮ thighs will do (nsfw)

☆ tsutomu goshiki

✮ tied and denied (nsfw)

☆ koshi sugawara

✮ countdown (nsfw)

☆ kiyoko shimizu

✮ study buddy (nsfw)

☆ ushijima wakatoshi

✮ corrupt you (nsfw)

☆ semi eita

✮ desperate times (nsfw)

✮ just for the tour (nsfw)

☆ bokuto kotarou

✮ worship me (nsfw)

☆ terushima yuji

✮ safe words (nsfw)

☆ alisa haiba

✮ girlfriend (nsfw)

☆ asahi azumane

✮ redesign (nsfw)

[sl-vega]

⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪MY FIRST (GENUINE) LOVE

pairing: Otoya Eita x [FEM!] Reader

genre: fluff, oneshot/drabble, partial chat/text fic, crack/comedy (?), mild Otoya character study, school/no bluelock au

synopsis: Otoya and your's date went well, a little too well. 'Cuz now all he can think about is you, your laugh, your smile, your voice, it's driving him crazy. Which results in him patiently awaiting to any and all of your texts. (Or, in which a certain playboy finally falls in love for real)

CW: brief/mild language, implied suggestive content, ooc Otoya (?)

The second Otoya arrived home, he made a bee line directly towards his room, and threw himself onto his bed, the soft mattress enveloping him in it's plush comfort.

Normally whenever Otoya did this, it meant that he went on a less than good date an hour prior that left him exhausted. Usually the girl would've been too clingy, or tried to move too fast, and he usually didn't mind it, but some women just didn't know when enough was enough.

But neither of the reasons were the cause of his need to lie down. The date wasn't bad, it went super well actually. If anything, it went too well.

Earlier, he was on a date with you. The two of you met via Karasu, Otoya noticed that you were waiting for the latter after one of their games, and he had absentmindedly called you cute, not expecting anything to come out of it since his subconscious had already assumed that you and Karasu were an item.

Otoya had already braced himself for some kind of response along the lines of "Yeah she is" or the worse (and more likely) response of "Buzz off, she's taken". What Otoya didn't expect however, was Karasu's nonchalant offer of;

"Why don't I set the two of ya' up?"

And who was he to turn him down? A date with a cute girl where he didn't have to go through hell and back for a quick one-night-stand?

Fuck yeah, you should set us up.

You seemed nice enough from your initial meeting, you had a cute smile, nice voice, and you managed to be impressive enough for Karasu's standards, something that none of his previous flings achieved.

But what stood out the most to him was how genuine you were.

Most of the time when he went out with girls, they were only there for a quick hook up, or on the opposite end of the spectrum, were the completely clueless girls, the kind that legitimately thought that he would stick around in the long run, only to be disappointed by his inevitable infidelity, which usually resulted in a bunch of tears, and a slap, both of which that Otoya would always be on the receiving end of.

You on the other hand, were neither of these types of troublesome women. You clearly weren't using him for a quick night of pleasure, but you weren't in the dark about his previous antics either.

If anything, you knew a little too much about his previous sexual escapades. Probably because of Karasu's big mouth, or maybe he wanted to make sure Eita still had to put effort into his potential relationship with you.

The two of you went out to some semi-fancy restaurant for dinner together. You and Eita had made some small talk, the conversation ventured into deeper, more in depth topics occasionally (not that Otoya minded, but he'd digress), but you seemed to have fun, even though it was pretty surface level.

The date had ended on a nice note, Otoya had called you beautiful, not pretty, or cute, or sexy (or the other usual less than two syllable words he usually dropped on most of his throwaways), he had actually made a point to say it because he really did mean it.

He didn't know why you had left such a good impression on him, why you clearly meant more than some mere plaything that he would've discarded the following morning. Nor does he know why the thought of bringing another girl into his bed other than you makes his heart feel heavy and makes him feel nauseous.

He rolled over in his bed so he was facing the ceiling instead of of having his head stuffed into his plush pillows.

Why was he like this?

Why did you make him feel like this?

He lifted up one of the pillows by his side and brought it to his chest, maybe the soft stuffing would muffle the sound of his racing heartbeat.

Suddenly, his once silent phone buzzes with a notification. He takes a quick break from his sudden crisis of feelings, and quickly snatched his device from his nightstand. It was a message from an unknown number

[UNKNOWN]-(sent 10:52 pm)

hi! otoya right? This is (l/n) btw, karasu just gave me ur number

Eita's eyes widened, part of him felt a pang of jealousy.

So you and Karasu must be pretty close if you were texting him that late to get his number.

Wait, why did he care? His other girlfriends had guy friends before, and it never made him feel jealous like how you and Karasu's relationship did.

God, what's the matter with me?

Before he wasted too much time, he turned his phone back on, to respond to you, while making sure to change your contact name before he forgot.

[L/N <3]-(sent 10:54 pm)

otoya? you there? istg if karasu gave me the wrong number-

[You]-(sent 10:55 pm)

dw karasu wouldn't lie abt smth like that

[L/N <3]-(sent 10:57 pm)

dang, that reply was faster than I thought it would be, ig ur not as much as a red flag as I pegged you as

[You]-(sent 10:59 pm)

stfu, what did karasu say abt me?

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:00 pm)

nothin' I just figured you out on my own, i'm just smart like that >:3

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:01 pm)

'k i'm partially kidding, he warned me a bit abt you, but you're pretty good company, for an f boy at least

[You]-(sent 11:03 pm)

for an f boy? i'm hurt

[L/N <3]-(11:04 pm)

lol jk, I actually had a lot of fun tonight, we should do it again!

[L/N <3]-(sent 11:05 pm)

srry I gtg, ttyl?

Otoya's heart sinks at the realization that your short, yet sweet, conversation had already come to an end. He was already missing the comfort of your words, not they he would ever admit how much your little messages made his heart flutter.

[You]-(sent 11:07 pm)

yeah, gn

[L/N]-(sent 11:08 pm)

wow, dry much? gn, sweet dreams!

He mentally berates himself for his dry response, but a few seconds after, he starts grinning like some lovesick school girl.

Is this how some of his past flings felt about him?

No, he wanted you to be way more than a fling, maybe this would be the first time he tried, the first time he actually wanted to get serious about a girl, about a relationship.

Maybe this would be the first time that this would end with a ring around his finger rather than a slap on his face.

He hears his phone buzz again, he lunges towards it, hoping that it was another text from you.

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:19 pm)

i'm assuming the date went well since l/n hasn't told me that ur such a jerk yet

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:20 pm)

jk (kinda) i'm glad that you might finally have a shot at a real relationship

[You]-(sent 11:22 pm)

stfu you stupid crow

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:23 pm)

ilyt eita :3

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:27 pm)

cmon, no thanks for setting you up with your future wife?

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:28 pm)

i expect to be your best man at the wedding

[You]-(sent 11:30 pm)

nah i'll give it to yuki if you kept pestering me abt this

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:31 pm)

THAT'S NOT A NO TO THE WEDDING THO

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:33 pm)

GOTTEM

[crow bastard]-(sent 11:34 pm)

SO YOU DO LIKE HER

[You]-(sent 11:35 pm)

maybe I do, maybe I don't

Eita briefly set his phone down, thanking the gods that Karasu couldn't see his bright red face.

He definitely did...

[yogurtkags]

꒰ yogurtkags' ꒱ — masterlist.

series

if not for you — semi eita (ongoing) steel-calloused fingertips draw constellations across the plains of her heart, and she writes melodies that sing to the depths of his soul

the usual — kageyama tobio (coming soon) next door to alchemy's brew comes a newly-opened photography studio— an ultramarine's lustre. she grows to remember the tall awkward raven-haired photographer’s usual morning coffee order by heart, and he finds any excuse to take photos of her cafe.

oneshots

long live — kageyama tobio tobio takes this seemingly last opportunity to tell you how he feels, aka procrastinator kags is in denial up until the last minute (you’re no better) | wc: 1.9k

lucky charm — oikawa tooru tooru's packing for his move to argentina and he finds something that reminds you of fond memories | wc: 628

lover boy — kuroo tetsuro fifteen more minutes with tetsu the cuddle bug | wc: 782

here with me — kageyama tobio tobio comforts you in the only way he knows how | wc: 860

distant desires (18+) — miya atsumu atsumu’s away and misses the way you feel against his skin before a big game | wc: 2.3k

stuck with you — kageyama tobio whispered confessions and hesitant embraces of a boy in love | wc: 1.2k

begin again — bokuto koutarou rediscovering love in the form of keiji's best friend, a 6'2.9 (he says 6'3 anyway) ball of sunshine that looks at you like you hung the stars | wc: 1.3k

wind in your sails — iwaizumi hajime you can always count on hajime to meet you at your lowest points | wc: 903

hush — sakusa kiyoomi japan’s outside hitter sakusa kiyoomi and newly revealed wife, athletic trainer y/n l/n, steals the spotlight in the city of love! | wc: 1.6k

count your blessings — miya osamu getting locked out of your dorm isn’t the worst thing that can happen, until you have to call in a favour from miya osamu, your literal nightmare— or a blessing in disguise? | wc: 1.6k

happy accidents — kuroo tetsuro perhaps being out on a cold wintry morning has it's blessings (in disguise) | wc: 1.3k

blurbs

[11:23pm] — kageyama tobio

red rouge (18+) — sakusa kiyoomi

so high school — suna rintarou

lovebirds — kuroo tetsuro

delicate — kageyama tobio

looks good on you — kiyoko shimizu

tags.

ᯓ★ : written in the stars ! — writing

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ : xoxo cid ! — general

₊‧°𐐪♡𐑂°‧₊ : cid’s bookmarks ! — fic recs

₊˚࿔*:·୧ : cid’s fantasies ! — (nsfw)

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

[lizzy06]

Semi Eita x Reader Fic Recs!!(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Shiratorizawa Fic Rec Masterlist

Chances ✨by orphan_account(oneshot, crush, fluff)Semi wasn’t known to take chances, opting to choose the safer routes to shield himself from disappointment and pain. But when you stumble into his life unannounced, for the first time in a really long while, Semi finds himself wanting to take this chance with you. [COMPLETED]

memories pt.1, pt.2, pt.3 by @keijikunn (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff, slowburn, strangers to lovers)On the last day of the year, you dream of your soulmate’s most impactant memory that happened within the year. Each memory will be different each year.[ONGOING]

Jealous ✨✨by @watevermelon (oneshot, humor, angst with happy ending) You thought you were content with your relationship so far - Semi was your best friend and these past few years were some of the most memorable. But all of that quickly changes with some outside forces.[COMPLETED]

Lyrics in my head ✨by @osamiiya (oneshot, soulmate au)When you turn 18, you can hear your soulmate singing. So, what happens when you look up a song, and your friend takes you to a concert?[COMPLETED]

Longing✨ by itbeajen (oneshot, fluf) Each flower has its own meaning.But receiving them like this, without any reason or hints as to who they're from, you're left wanting for more.[COMPLETED]

the thing about childhood friends by alicemitch09 (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff, angst)You know what sucks about childhood friends? It was fucking cliché, that one of the two was bound to fall for other. One day, he's just that snotty little boy you tagged along with almost every day, the next; you're in love with him.[COMPLETED]

Shot in the Heart by eightowls (oneshot, fluff)You're the Shiratorizawa manager playing a game of laser tag with your team. [COMPLETED]

last song syndrome (s. eita) by memento_amare (orphan_account) (oneshot, friends to lovers, fluff) also known as earworm, the condition of having a song play repeatedly in one's head. (or, semi can't get you out of his mind—and heart.)[COMPLETED]

𝓈𝑒𝒸𝓇𝑒𝓉 [ Eita Semi x Reader ] ✨✨by Cutesight (strangers to lovers, fluff, slow burn)Semi secretly has a love for music that he's afraid to let his teammates know.Before practice every morning and after school, Semi sneaks into the music room to play the piano.But during one afternoon, he gets caught by Y/N who tries to stall from going home by hiding in the music room. A "friendship" forms between the two from the secret Y/N finds out about Semi.[COMPLETED]

Online friends✨ by simpingshitz (online friends to lovers, fluff, humor)Y/N meets an online friend through a random chat bot finder on Telegram. Now, what will happen when her chat mate is also the same guy from her school? [COMPLETED]

Tip Toe by @seokiloquy (oneshot, dancer reader!, name on wrist au)[COMPLETED]

Let Me Live by @seokiloquy (oneshot, timeskip,Opposites, Café) [COMPLETED]

[devilish-blue]

~Devilish Smoke Shoppe~

Hi you smokin' pervs, i'm Devilish or Blue, and i am here to fulfill whatever horny, angsty, or fluffy needs you have. Everything you guys are about to see is everything i will do, so eat your guys' gross little hearts out <33

Fandoms/Things i will write:

Anime's:

Naruto:

Naruto Uzumaki

Sasuke Uchiha

Shikamaru Nara

Kiba Inuzuka

Kakashi Hatake

Gaara

Neji Hyuga

Rock Lee

Sai

Asuma Sarutobi

Tsunade Senju

Sakura Haruno

Ino Yamanaka

Hinata Hyuga

Temari

TenTen

Haikyuu:

Karasuno:

Hinata Shoyo

Kageyama Tobio

Tsukishima Kei

Yamaguchi Tadashi

Tanaka Ryūnosuke

Nishinoya Yu

Koshi Sugawara

Daichi Sawamura

Asahi Azumane

Kiyoko Shimizu

Aoba Johsai:

Oikawa Tooru

Iwazumi Hajime

Akira Kunimi

Kentarō Kyōtani (Mad Dog)

Nekoma:

Lev Haiba

Sō Inuoka

Kenma Kozume

Taketora Yamamoto

Morisuke Yaku

Tetsuro Kuroo

Shiratorizawa:

Kenjirō Shirabu

Tsutomu Goshiki

Satori Tendō

Eita Semi

Wakatoshi Ushijima

Fukurodani:

Haruki Komi

Akinori Konoha

Keiji Akashi

Kōtarō Bokuto

Inarizaki:

Osamu Miya

Atsumu Miya

Suna Rintaro

Aran Ojiro

Shinsuke Kita

Misc.:

Keishin Ukai

Ittetsu Takeda

Kiyoomi Sakusa

TV Shows:

Wednesday:

Wednesday Addams

Enid Sinclair

Xavier Thorpe

Tyler Galpin

Ajax Petropolus

Cobra Kai:

Miguel Diaz

Robby Keene

Hawk/Eli Moskowitz

Demetri Alexpoulos

Tory Nichols

Samantha LaRusso

Riverdale:

Jughead Jones

FP Jones

Archie Andrews

Sweetpea

Reggie Mantle

Betty Cooper

Veronica Lodge

Toni Topaz

Cheryl Blossom

South Park (Aged up (COLLEGE) and/or Post Covid!):

Stan Marsh

Kyle Broflovski

Kenny McCormick

Eric Cartman

Tolkien Black

Craig Tucker

Tweek Tweak

Clyde Donovan

Big Mouth:

Judd Birch

Human Resources:

Maury Beverley

Connie LaCienega

Emmy Fairfax

Rochelle Hillhurst

Mona

Pete Doheny

Youtubers/Streamers:

Youtubers:

Sam and Colby

Markiplier

CoryXKenshin

EddieVR

JuicyFruitSnacks

JoshDub

Mully

YourNarrator

Streamers:

Quackity

Jschlatt

Sapnap

KarlJacobs

Slimecicle

Foolishgamers

Horror Characters:

Slashers:

Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher)

Michael Myers

Jason Vorhees

Brahms Heelshire

Creepypastas:

Ticci Toby

Masky

Hoodie

Eyeless Jack

Homicidal Liu

Jeff The Killer

Ben Drowned

Laughing Jack

My Do's And Don'ts:

Do's:

Kinks

Smut

Fluff

Angst

Headcanons

Oneshots

Don'ts:

Spam me

Piss, Scat, Throw up, Vore.

Do NOT request any pedophilia or r@pe.

OKAY so now that you guys know everything, basically, you can request it because i honestly can't think of anything on my own. ALSO i am looking to do commissions, if you are interested then please let me know <33 Smoke your pervy little hearts out <33

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

Haikyuu Masterlist

❤️=Romantic 💛=Platonic 💔=Angst ☁️=Fluff

❤️‍🩹=Hurt/Comfort

Imagines/Oneshots

Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Character x Character

Headcanons

Shoyo Hinata x Reader

Tobio Kageyama x Reader

Kei Tsukishima x Reader

Toru Oikawa x Reader

Tetsuro Kuroo

Yu Nishinoya x Reader

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Kiyoko Shimizu x Reader

Kotaro Bokuto x Reader

Asahi Azumane x Reader

Koshi Sugawara x Reader

Ryunosuke x Reader

Keiji Akaashi x Reader

Hitoka Yachi x Reader

Wakatoshi Ushijima x Reader

Tadashi Yamaguchi x Reader

Daichi Sawamura x Reader

Hajime Iwaizumi x Reader

Eita Semi x Reader

Osamu Miya x Reader

Atsumu Miya x Reader

Character x Character

Completed Series List

Ongoing Series List

[ao3feed-iwaoi]

Haikyuu oneshots

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jXUGqhs

by Levswhitehair

A bunch of oneshots of haikyuu

Words: 3, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: ハイパープロジェクシ��ン演劇「ハイキュー!!」| Hyper Projection Play "Haikyuu!!" RPF

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, Rape/Non-Con

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Haiba Lev, Kuroo Tetsurou, Kozume Kenma, Bokuto Koutarou, Akaashi Keiji, Shirabu Kenjirou, Semi Eita, Yamaguchi Tadashi, Tsukishima Kei, Matsukawa Issei, Hanamaki Takahiro, Ukai Keishin, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Kageyama Miwa, Haiba Alisa, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Sakusa Kiyoomi, Miya Osamu, Miya Atsumu

Relationships: Haiba Lev/Yaku Morisuke, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Semi Eita/Shirabu Kenjirou, Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Tsukishima Kei/Yamaguchi Tadashi, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Other Relationship Tags to Be Added, Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi

Additional Tags: Rape Recovery, Rape/Non-con Elements, Smut, Fluff, Aftercare, Angst

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jXUGqhs

[idlescara]

AOBA JOHSAI — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

IWAIZUMI HAJIME — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

OIKAWA TOORU — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

HANAMAKI TAKAHIRO — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

KYOUTANI KENTAROU — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

YAHABA SHIGERU — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

KUNIMI AKIRA — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

people watching (someday i’ll be fallin’ without caution) — m!r

kunimi has had his heart broken one too many times to be able to trust someone so blindly, swearing to himself that he would never fall in love again. that was, of course, until he met you.

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

you had a dream that they cheated on you — gn!r

(nishinoya, atsumu, kunimi, akaashi, semi, kita) — pt.2

SHIRATORIZAWA — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

TENDOU SATORI — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

SEMI EITA — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

you had a dream that they cheated on you — gn!r

(nishinoya, atsumu, kunimi, akaashi, semi, kita) — pt.2

SHIRABU KENJIROU — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

dandelions — m!r — smau

shirabu was used to being everyone’s second choice, especially when it came to being friends with kawanishi. no one gave him a second glance, on and off the court. that was until y/n attended one of shiratorizawa’s games against aoba johsai.

★ — SMAUS

you had a dream that they cheated on you — gn!r

(sugawara, kageyama, kenma, shirabu, osamu, sakusa) — pt.1

GOSHIKI TSUTOMU — ★

★ — DRABBLES

★ — HEADCANONS

★ — ONESHOTS

★ — SERIES

★ — SMAUS

[kitsune-kita]

𓇼˖ * ❀ SHIRATORIZAWA ACADEMY (MIYAGI PREFECTURE)

f - fluff | a - angst | s - suggestive | d - drabbles | o - oneshot | h - headcanons | sc - series or collection

— ushijima wakatoshi

— semi eita

© KITSUNE-KITA - do not repost, translate, plagiarise, or claim any of my works as your own.

[darkmegs]

goodbyes are not forever [s.eita]

includes: timeskip!semi eita, gn!reader in their last year of college, fluff to angst.

synopsis: dreams come true at the cost of letting go of other dreams. when paths meet a crossroad, there comes a time to separate. goodbyes are never easy, but they’re not forever. 1.9k words.

tagging: @keijinn (if you were expecting something happy, you have been greatly misled. my apologies.)

many say it’s hard dating a musician.

and whilst that’s not entirely inaccurate, your own career also played a role. you see, dating a musician can be difficult on its own, but being a college student in a relationship with a musician? that was even harder.

when you had both moved in together, it took a series of trials and adjustments to get used to the new lifestyle. you had to compromise a lot, and in return, semi had to be flexible as well. it was a give and take, but then again, aren’t all relationships as such?

in due time, you both had become masters at working out a perfectly balanced flow. and you two couldn’t be happier; semi continued pursuing his music, and you went on with your studies. all was well. and to top off that high note, today was special.

date nights were a biweekly occurrence in the semi-l/n household. something you two shared beyond your love for one another was your love for your passions. it was hardly ever rare for one of you to catch the other submerged in work. at times like that, date nights were mandatory; a little time off of work and you get to spend time together.

it was semi’s turn to cook tonight, and he promised to perfect a recipe he picked up from an italian website. you could practically smell the delicacy grazing your senses on your walk home from campus, your stomach bubbling with both hunger and excitement.

you had news to share with semi.

another thing you two planted in your relationship was the mutual encouragement you both showed for one another. though your paths were far from similar, you were nonetheless tethered together. and the news you were going to share? life-changing.

you unlocked the door to the apartment, the familiar tune of semi’s guitar drifting through your ears as you walked in.

“aren’t you supposed to be cooking?” you remarked, announcing your arrival. semi looked up from his guitar, a soft smile crossing his lips.

“i was letting it simmer ‘till you got home.” he answered, standing up and setting his guitar back in the corner. he made his way to you, cupping your face and pressing a loving kiss.

“is that the new song?” you asked, once you pulled away.

he sighed, “‘still haven’t thought of any lyrics to go with it.”

you hummed, poking a playful jab at his abdomen when you saw his eyebrows crease; a telltale sign he was thinking about work again. “so, where’s this 5-star dish you boasted about?”

semi laughed and grabbed your hand, leading you into the kitchen. “i can’t serve it without my lovely sous chef trying it first,” he said, feeding you a spoonful.

you gasped, "it's good! color me impressed, eita."

"you dare doubt me in the first place?"

"…semi, you burnt my favorite pot the last time you were in charge of cooking."

he quickly shooed you away, “t-that was before.”

“uh-huh,” you teased, walking over to the table. “need me to set the table?”

“yeah, if you could please!”

semi brought the plates over once you had finished and began eating. it was a quiet night, that’s how you and semi liked it. there was nothing better than enjoying each other’s company, even in silence. though you two did have some small talk; asking about each other’s day and whatnot.

halfway through dinner, you realized your stomach was not settling down any time soon. the raging butterflies inside you had to be let out. taking in a deep breath, you placed your spoon back on the plate.

“there’s something i have to tell you.”

“there’s something i have to tell you.”

you both stared at each other, shocked at the coincidence. semi started chuckling lightly and you followed suit. he reached over and held your hand, swiping his thumb over your knuckles.

“you were saying?”

“no, no, you first.” you said.

he let out a shaky exhale, the smile on his face widening. he tightly gripped onto your hands and looked you straight in the eyes.

“my band’s going on tour.”

your breath hitched in the back of your throat, “what?” you meekly squeaked.

he smiled, “yeah, the label they—they finally approved it. we’re gonna be going on tour, baby. isn’t this amazing?”

all the air was knocked out of you, you were in complete disbelief. “semi…that’s…when is it? next year? next—“

“next month!”

your mouth opened and closed as you searched for what to say. semi took your speechless reaction as a sign of joy, and his smile only grew brighter.

“we’re going all over japan; even tokyo, hyogo—oh not only that but we might have a special appearance in seoul! but that’s if the rest go well. that would be so incredible if we got the chance to play in south kor—baby, are you alright?”

your eyes had fallen towards the floor. semi crouched down before you, taking your hands in his warm hold. he felt something wet hit his hand and he realized you were crying, “y/n?”

you sniffled, “semi, that’s amazing…”

he exhaled in relief, the smile he was sporting just moments ago resurfacing back on his features.

“but i can’t go with you.”

he blinked, having to do a double-take at your words. “w-what?”

you let go of his hands and wiped the tears from your eyes, “i can’t go with you.” you repeated, weakly.

he shook his head, trying to process everything, his mind clouded with denial. “why? i-i know you wouldn’t be able to because of school but the tour’s starting next month and you graduate by the end of this mont—baby what do you mean you can’t go?”

you groaned when tears continued to stream down your cheeks, no matter how hard you attempted to dry them away.

“this is what I wanted to tell you—i wanted to say that my professor is close friends with the head of a massive project and…and they want me on their team.” you swallowed down the last of your hiccups and finally had the courage to look up and meet semi’s eyes.

“i start right after graduation.”

semi’s stomach twisted painfully. his eyes stared off, deep in his racing thoughts. he gulped and stood up with quivering legs. he began to pace around the room, dragging his hands over his face and hair.

“i’m so sorry, semi. i know—“ you let out a choked sob, “i know you’ve been waiting for this, for so long, and i just ruined everything—“

“y/n.”

you stuttered to a stop and watched as he kneeled in front of you, desperately seizing your hands; believing that maybe that would ground him, maybe that would keep you there. for now at least.

“it’s okay…” he said, gently, lowering his head to catch your eyes, but you profusely shook your head in disagreement, keeping your eyes shut from drifting into those starry eyes of his, “it’s not, semi, it’s not—“

“y/n, it’s alright. i can—i can talk to the band, maybe we can hold it off for—“

“no.” you opened your eyes, a fire within your gaze. “no, eita, look at me.” your stern tone faltering at the end of your sentence, your heart aching too earnestly to remain strong. but he had to listen. he couldn’t throw away this opportunity. you had to be firm.

his eyes finally turned to you, and you felt the remains of your broken heart shatter into mere specks. those eyes, the eyes you often sought comfort and safety in, so hopeless and lost. the glint you once found in them, completely vanished with nothing but a shadow left behind.

“you’re going on that tour, eita.” you squeezed his hands. “you’re going on that tour, and you’re gonna play your heart out, and you’re gonna make me proud, okay?”

“okay?” you whispered, ignoring the stray tears that slipped past your eyelashes. that didn’t matter, what mattered right now was semi.

semi slowly raised his hand to cup your cheek, wiping the tears away with his thumb. “don’t cry, i don’t like it when you cry.”

“and i don’t like seeing you let go of your dreams.” you said, as semi brought your face closer, pressing a long kiss onto the top of your head.

“promise me you’re going,” he heard your muffled voice against his chest.

he inhaled through his nose, shutting his eyes in the serenity of your scent so close to him. “i promise.”

from that night, the two of you played pretend. living in blissful ignorance until the inevitable comes. pretended your hearts didn’t pierce through your ribcages as each day passed, going on with day-to-day life as though nothing had happened.

even in that moment, semi pretended he couldn’t feel the wet patches forming on his shirt from your tears, pretended that your body didn’t shake with each straining breath you took.

and you pretended you didn’t hear the faint whisper of his hoarse voice saying, “please come with me.”

+

“drop your bags! we’re leaving soon!!”

you and semi made your way to the porters, handing them his suitcase and duffel bag. he pulled you aside from the bus, wanting to spend one last moment alone with you.

“did you forget anything, eita? soap? toothbrush? extra guitar strings?”

“‘have them all. besides, i can always go and buy them.”

you hummed, “alright th—wait, your favorite snack! you’ll need it for the bus ride. let me go and ge—“

“y/n, please,” he wrapped his arm around your waist, keeping you in place. “we can’t run away from this anymore.”

you sighed, leaning forward and resting your forehead against his. you fiddled with the guitar pick that hung from his neck, “i’m gonna miss you…”

he kissed the bridge of your nose, “i’m gonna miss you, too.

“i’ll be thinking about you every night before i fall asleep. and you’ll be the first thought on my mind when i open my eyes in the morning. i love you.”

you tucked yourself under his chin, “i love you, too, eita.” and you wanted nothing more than to stay in this bubble; a space where only you and semi existed in, one that didn’t take him away from you, and vice versa.

"c'mon guys, let's keep it moving, let's go! let's go!"

you both pulled away and looked towards the bus, watching as semi's fellow bandmates boarded on the vehicle. he turned to you and clasped your hands between his palms, "I'll see you in 4 months."

"’see you in 4 months..."

then he kissed you, fervently. forcing himself to remember this feeling, to savor it. to know for certain, that this, this right here, was all he ever needed. though the world may hold a large expanse of the unknown, with you, he could face it all in a heartbeat. to be away from you made his insides rot with longing, but your searing memory will forever keep him going.

"goodbye, eita.”

"goodbye, angel."

goodbyes are never easy, you realized as you waved at his disappearing figure slipping away once the tour bus met the sunsetting horizon.

goodbyes are never easy, you repeated, finding yourself glued to where you stood; not wanting to go back to the empty apartment, and having to lay on the cold sheets of your vacant bed.

when you moved to finally leave, you felt something shuffle in your pocket. scrunching your eyebrows, you fished into your back pocket and retrieved a folded piece of paper.

goodbyes are never easy, you knew. but as you stared at the completed music sheet in your hands, you understood.

goodbyes are never easy, but they're not forever.

hello, friends! thanks so much for reading, i hope you enjoyed! if you didn’t catch it, the song semi finally finishes by the end of the story, he titles "goodbyes are not forever", which explains the reader's realization hehe.

thanks for calling darkmegs!!

[kreidewaltz]

indigo + hands + semi 🛐 happy 200 ily!!!

NOT MY FAULT | S.E.

about. after seeing hand pictures on pinterest you couldn't stop. it's hard when he teases you about it, but it's his chance to show what he feels when he's with you.

word count. 1.7k

genre & warnings. female reader, fluff, friends to lovers, timeskip, feminine nicknames, comedy.

author's note. not me projecting semi hcs on my head to this fic oops i hope you'll like this and uhm pats myself bc this isnt suggestive uhm ok i got too excited to post this, not proofread but will be beta-read later woof

"aren't ya bored? scrolling through pinterest?" your friend says while you tear your gaze from the phone and briefly look at him. you kick his knee playfully while telling him to shut up and bury your chin on the fluffy blanket you have. he snickers quietly before going back to strum on his guitar, and nod his head along to the sound. you roll on your side and hover the blanket on your body, making yourself more comfortable in his room—which is a mess right now, you noted.

"what's one thing you like physically in a person?" you said while narrowing your eyes at him. chuckles slip past your lips when he tenses at the question, he puts his guitar on the floor gently before lying down on the bed on the opposite way. and he pushes his feet on his fluffy blanket to tease you. not cool you thought while you look at him, getting red to keep his laughter to himself.

"their eyes. there's something about it you know, staring deep in their soul—" he wanted to give a serious answer but it's you. it's also his time to show how hilarious he is despite his calm and stern demeanor. you became acquaintances in third year when he was in shiratorizawa. because your friend invitied you to their game, she rambled about shirabu a lot while you're only focused on him.

"good one but shut up, you talk like you read on wattpad." you sigh to act annoyed because of his silly antics but your heart is beating loudly in your chest.

"what about you? should i expect you to say it doesn't matter because what matters is what's on the inside?" he wiggles his brows with a smirk painted on his face and he knows your patience is melting like an ice under the sun. you groan to the pillow and push your head in it, you have the urge to hit him somewhere and tie him on a chair if you're being honest.

"whatever! uh, i pay attention on the hands." you huffed after and snuggle to the blanket, getting drowsy of the cold weather. his brow raised in curiosity, he watches you sit up and arch your back to feel that pop of your bones when stretching. an idea forms on his head while stretching his arms forward. he does random poses and movements to his hand, and pretended to grab the lightbulb from the ceiling.

"yeah. i bet you're looking at my hands when i play." he emphasizes by doing grabby hands in the air, and you get a clear view of the details on his hands because of the light. your eyes widen seeing the veins prominent in his hands. his hand is similar to the hand pins you ogle to in pinterest earlier which made you blink your eyes repeatedly. who in the world would get excited about hands, your best friend's hands in the first place? you think to yourself and you deny your mind because you knew what the answer is.

"totally not, eita. you're dreaming." you shuffle your feet to annoy him on purpose before you make yourself comfortable on the bed. you hover the soft blanket over your shoulder, and you’re thankful that he isn’t teasing you anymore. you shut your eyes slowly and bury your head deeper on the pillow, and the last thing you remember imagining in your head is holding hands with semi in a picnic somewhere before you knock out.

-

"hey bubs, wake up, there's dinner." you feel someone shaking your shoulder which made you groan and bury your head to the pillow. a whine leaves your lips and pat the bed to find another pillow, your mind and body are laced with grogginess. no matter how hard you pry your heavy eyes open, they shut close and lets you wander to dream land in peace.

"i'll stay here until you get up, i won't literally drag you out of the bed again, sleepyhead." semi chuckles when he looks back on that memory a few months ago. he intentionally denies on his mind that he didn’t caress your cheek and the corner of your mouth gently while you’re sleeping. when he hears your prolong groans while spreading your feet like a starfish, he snickers quietly to himself before walking towards you and watches you intently.

"mom bought your favorite." he whispers and amusement flashes across his face when you he sees you turn around and squint your eyes. ten minutes, your voice raspy when you murmur that before slowly resting your back on the headboard. you pat your cheeks repeatedly since the sting will wake you up and force you to do your morning routine, this is your way to make yourself move and it works, not always though you noted. semi glances at you quickly when he hears the shuffling off the bed before grabbing his guitar and strum the strings softly. after playing around with his guitar, he picks up the trash present everywhere on his room and organize his papers which consist of lyrics he thought of at an ungodly time, and themes he wants other people to appreciate.

"let's go?" you watch him flinch at your voice and your bright eyes fall on his left hand gripping his desk tight. the silence becomes awkward but neither of you said anything, you knew why he was holding on to the table (the veins becoming visible in his hand). it is to regain himself after being alarmed because of your voice. he turns around before nodding quietly, shoving his hands on the pockets of his sweatpants. while you're going downstairs, you got the opportunity to stare at his arm and seeing his veins made you gulp before turning away, clearing your throat to relieve the atmosphere.

"ah! dear, here's your favorite. semi said you're hanging out so here!" his mom giggles after seeing the flash of confusion in your face. you laugh along with her while slowly rubbing your stomach over your sweatshirt, the hunger you're repressing earlier is coming back. he's behind you while his mom prepares the utensils and he begins the soft rubs on your back with occasional light pats before sitting on the table.

"thank you!" the excitement shining in your eyes is making the boy beside you look away and rest his chin on his palm. he begins to magine how satisfying it would feel if he made you feel like that—happy and content. you and his mom get lost on your conversation before he takes small bites of the food and he keeps glancing at you with a grin forming on his face.

"semi played earlier, he's really good." his mom's laughter echo the dining table. your cheeks go red because you didn't mean to slip the compliment easily from your lips. you didn't dare to look at him, not when you openly admired your best friend in front of him, and his mom which isn't making the situation any better.

"i bet he is! he's already my rock star!" when you hear him curse under his breath, the embarrassment you felt earlier disappeared. you laugh along with his mom and clutch your stomach, enjoying that he's a little awkward with cheesy nicknames. you secretly change the topic and distract his mom with your interests, and your heart bursts when you feel his foot hit yours lightly. you know he's having a hard time to say thank you but you kick his foot back, the smile on your face widening. you're lost in your own bubble that you didn't see him looking at you with a soft look in his eyes. he goes back to his food and stare at his plate, the thoughts in his head overlapping on what to do, he couldn't be alone with you because he'll do something. whatever, goodluck future me, he thought.

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"don't even say anything about that." you said when you see him opening his mouth while settling yourself on his bed. a sympathetic smile goes on to his face before plopping beside you, grabbing the remote to play a series on the television. even though this is his chance to tease you and push you to your limit, he decided against it since he knows the feeling of slipping up when you had no intention to do so. 

“you pick today.” he puts the remote in your palm and your heart begins to beat wild in your chest because of your hands touching for a few seconds. you grab it too tight and you check the movies and series shown, and you picked a classic, romantic series since you know you wouldn’t pay attention to it. semi’s fingers are playing with yours, occasionally squeezing your fingers to get a hilarious reaction from you. the introduction plays on the television, but your senses are focused on semi’s hands and the one ring that’s on his middle finger which you secretly like. 

“what do you feel now?” semi’s voice getting lower while he whispers, but his eyes are looking somewhere, just not at you. before you could question him, you feel his hands loosely intertwine with yours and rest it on his lap. your body froze while your eyes fall on his face, but seeing him looking to the other side and feel the beating on his wrist makes your heart swell in content. that voice of his replays on your head repeatedly and it worsens the heat blooming on your cheeks. he rubs his thumb on your palm and he’s secretly pleased with your reply, “i’m okay.” 

“whatever you say, honey.” a smirk comes to his face when he watches you pull the blanket to your face, and he tightens his hold on your hand before you could try to pull away. he uses his other hand to pat your head and you playfully roll your eyes before resting your head on his shoulder, knowing what he wants. after six months of pining for each other but don’t have the guts to say it, you’re delighted that he did something to boost your friendship on another level. you snuggle into the crook of his neck further, and bring your hands together and peck his knuckles lightly. he ignores the pounding on his chest and opted to say something instead, that he knows will bring exhilaration and brightness in your eyes. 

“good thing i named my new single six months.”