#semi eita x female reader

[nifflermini]

Never thought I'd have it this good...

SO WHY'S IT FEEL SO BAD?

(INSPIRED BY- TV by MICO)

(Semi Eita x Female reader)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You smile as you watch Semi on stage from the screen, his smile reminiscent of when you were his only audience. Then again, it was your fault for telling him he should post his songs online.

Things were simpler then. You grinned as the incoming call screen flashed on your phone, picking up as you paused the video playing on your laptop

"What's up, Yin?"

There he is.

"Hey, superstar." You said. Even hearing his soft breaths through the speaker had you breathing easier.

Wow, who knew you'd gotten to *that* stage in this silly little crush of yours.

"How's the tour going?" You asked, and he perked up a little.

"It's great! We're in the home stretch. Only two more shows before I'm back home." He said, his smooth voice making you feel something akin to homesickness.

"I wish I could be there. Make sure to take lots of pictures, okay?"

"None of my pictures would be as good as yours." He said with a laugh that had me melting.

"No way, you're a multitalented guy, just pretend that you're taking a selfie." I said wisely, while he laughed.

"You say that like I'm good at selfies." He said. I snorted. We both know selfies aren't exactly his strong suit. I'd still give anything for a selfie though.

"You're photogenic though. Lots of your fans are taking pictures and videos." You know he's having fun engaging with his audience. "You've got some other dedicated fans, Semi-Semi." he sighed as you laughed, knowing he was absolutely sick of that nickname.

"Just because I'm photogenic doesn't mean I can take pictures like you can." He pointed out, and I sighed.

"Whatever you say."

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Days later, your phone buzzed, and your heart skipped when you saw Semi had sent you pictures. Lots of them. You smiled at each one. before your phone buzzed with texts.

Figured you'd want these.

For once, you were relived he wasn't calling you. He'd never let you live down crying over a few blurry pictures and three selfies.

You instead sat at your desk, editing a photo you'd need to send to your boss in a few hours. The ghost of a smile tugged at your lips as you glanced at the grey, faded beanbag chair your best friend had always sat in. Eventually he'd get bored and move to the desk next to me, tapping on the legs of it while he watched me edit. I missed that sound.

Stay strong. Just two more shows.

After multiple failed attempts to stay focused, I pulled up another tab, clicking my way to Spotify and letting my favorite voice fill the room. I hummed along, a sad smile tugging at my lips.

I knew one stream didn't matter among thousands of other.

I knew my one like didn't count for anything amongst millions of others.

But he was my best friend, so it has to count for something... right?

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I just want you to come home.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Semi looked down hopefully at the typing bubble on his screen, before his shoulders fell, eyes watching the bubble pop before his eyes. He sighed. He missed Yin. She was his best friend. But he's living his dream. Nearly sold-out concerts, people listening to his music? It was what he'd always dreamed of. Yin had always been more of a homebody though, only really stepping outside when the lighting was right.

Semi had been the more adventurous of the two, though not always by choice. After he'd finished high school, the two had moved in together, figuring it was way more cost-effective. Now he was playing and singing to sold-out crowds.

But it all felt wrong without Yin, like trying to fit a puzzle piece where it wasn't supposed to be. It helped knowing she was listening somewhere out there, knowing that she would still be there- she was practically woven into the melodies in the songs he wrote- but he still wished he could find her in the sea of fans at his concerts. Wished that she'd be there to find him after the show.

Did that make him hopeless?

Maybe.

He shook his head.

I need some sleep. He sighed internally, curling up in his hotel bedsheets. While the sheets were warm and soft around him, what helped him get to sleep were thoughts of Yin's gentle fingers running through his hair.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Maybe I should've just stayed with you

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[miyamizuna]

Is it that sweet? I guess so~

Haikyuu boys as lyrics from "Espresso" by Sabrina Carpenter part 1 | part 2 ft. miya atsumu, kuroo tetsuro, semi eita

I can’t relate, to desperation (miya atsumu)

Being the MSBY social media manager means work- especially when it comes to Miya Atsumu. It seems like every other week he gets himself. caught up in controversy. Whether it be him being too touchy with an already-married older actress, or even being spotted on dates with multiple female idols. It’s your job to defend his already poor internet reputation. 

“Y/n~ c’mon now, one date is all I'm askin’! Throw me a bone here!” He pleads for the 5th time today. He was sure to be persistent after the many rejections before.

“Miya, how many times do I have to tell you no?” You sigh as you reject him once more to add onto the tally of 56 rejections over the course of a year. 

Sure he was attractive, what normal person would say no to a 6’1” professional volleyball player? Sadly you know firsthand about his player activities. You understand it though, a young early twenties male is bound to act like this. though the severity of actions vary on a case-to-case basis; he happens to be on the far end of the spectrum. 

“Besides, it’s unprofessional to have a relationship between the two of us. I’m your manager.” You explain to him hoping finally you’d be able to get the message through his thick skull.

“Professional or not, who cares! give me a chance to prove myself! C’mon I've been good recently, no contreveries!” He explains trying to persuade your thoughts.

“If you call being spotted with a married woman in a fancy restaurant ‘good behaviour’, I don’t know what to tell you.” You frown as you avert your eyes from him, back to your laptop, typing out a public apology for Atsumu’s recent events.

With a frown, he steps forward and closes your laptop whilst leaning over your desk. His figure obviously towering over your sitting self. 

“Enough of that, It wouldn’t be the same as those famous women who only want me to have an affair. It’s different with you.” He explains with sincerity as if this time he actually means what he says.

You look up at him with a smirk and now with crossing arms, leaning back on your office chair. “Oh really? Maybe when you give me an easier time with your little affairs, I’ll consider it.”

That's when his face lights up and puts on a stupid grin and leans in closer to your ear. i’m

 “Oh you bet.” He whispers seductively in your ear before pulling away and walking to the door of the office. 

“Well, see ya around Y/n, ya better hold up yer end of this.” He tells you before walking out of your office.

God this man. He's so… desperate for attention!

and I got this one boy, he won’t stop calling (kuroo tetsuro)

42 missed calls. Are you fucking kidding me? You had met this hot guy today at the cafe you work at, he was a tall man in a business suit, kind of built as you could see some of his triceps through the dress shirt, a really classy guy overall, though odd his hair didn’t match the aesthetic. You left your number on his cup just for the slight off chance he wasn’t in a relationship. Clearly, he’s not in one.

You decided to call him back, afterall you were busy with the cafe with the 8 hour shift you had just worked. Now lying on your stomach first, your leg hanging off the bed, you hit the call button.

“Hello?” a male voice says after only one ring. 

“Uhm, Hi. You left 42 calls on my phone.” You informed him as if he wasn’t already aware of what he did.

“Oh yeah, I did do that~” He teases through the phone. “So what’s your name, coffee girl?” 

“It’s L/N Y/N, and you?” You ask with a semi-interested tone returning the energy of his voice.

“I’m Kuroo Tetsuro. Y/n is a pretty name ya know” He flirts through the phone. 

You can just imagine his silly smirk, the same exact one as when he saw the cafe when he read your number, and then the “call me <3” written under it. 

“So I take it you’re not taken as you’re calling me” You suggest as you twirl your hair and kick your legs, god you feel like a teenage girl.

“Nah, I’m not taken. Haven’t really had a girlfriend before, closest was talking stages.” he explains you hear the ruffling of papers in the background. 

So that explains the 42 calls. Takes a man's guts to admit that.

“You don’t exactly know what you’re doing, don’t you~” You tease as you hear a sigh from the end of the phone.

“Well no- I do know what I’m doing! Just I wanted to get to know you- soon!” He fumbles words trying to explain himself which brings a laugh out of you.

“Suuuure…” 

There’s now a long awkward pause in the conversation. In which both of you don’t exactly know what to ask each other next.  

“Soo- Are you a full-time worker at that cafe?” He suddenly asks, speaking up to fill the silence.

“Well no, I’m still in college. I’m going there for an English degree. How about you? You seem like you got a pretty good job.” You explain, then follow up with a question about himself. 

“Well darling, I’m a sports promoter, specifically for volleyball. I work for the Japanese Volleyball Association.” He informs you with a proud tone. 

This does pique your interest, not every day do you meet a guy who works for a sporting association who happens to walk inside a hole-in-the-wall café.

“Well shit, that's cool! Did you play in high school or something?” You ask now, flipping over onto your back to a more comfortable position.

“I did- made it to nationals during my last year.” He answers with a cocky tone. There is more shuffling of papers in the background, maybe he’s still at work-

“Kuroo! We need the papers finalised by tonight!” A voice from the background of his end says with a very demanding tone. Causing him to groan into the phone.

“Well you certainly heard my boss…” He sighs. “Call you back cutie. We still need to finalise our date.” He tells you before hanging up the phone not even leaving time for you to respond to his statement.

“huh…? DATE?” You shout to the void that is your room. 

Man, this guy is confident. Both him personally, and you being too willing to give this man a chance. You know one thing though. You’re definitely going to come back to 42 calls again.

I'm working late bc I’m a singer (semi eita)

Oh, Semi Eita, the lead singer and guitarist of his little band. The foundation of what his band is about all stems from him. His rock style is unique, flashy if you call it. He always felt the need to stand out from others. You know that best as his significant other. Since high school, he’s always been a show-off or tried to be. Because of his show-off nature, he was benched on the volleyball team in his 3rd year. 

Now here he is, slumped over on his office desk at one in the damn morning, struggling to come up with meaning to his new song. 

“You know, Eita, This song must really got you stumped. You haven’t stayed up writing this late in forever.” You smirk leaning on the doorframe to his office. You both know that you’re right.

Eita usually has a set schedule; sleeps at 11 pm, unlike his teen days when he’ll pull all-nighters for fun. He sighs and turns his office chair around. 

“Well, I guess you can say that.” He replies as he tiredly smiles at you. 

You walk over to his desk, the wood planks creek in the silence of night, and lean over his shoulder to look at the song. 

“So what’s this song about?” You ask him while reading the lyrics. 

“A boy who fell in love with a girl and sees her with rose-tinted glasses.” He explains as he taps the pen on the paper every few seconds, clearly in thought.

“Well is she a good person, or a bad person.” You ask, sitting yourself at the corner of his desk. 

He sits at his desk long in thought. “That’s the thing. I don’t really know.” He admits and he runs a hand through his hair, the other hand twirling the pen around.

“Well when you think of this girl, who do you think of?” You ask him whilst  playing with the drawer of his desk that sits above you. 

as he sits there in thought, an idea suddenly pops into his head. There is one girl in particular that comes into his head.

“I think of you.” He lets out with a grin as he ruffles your hair, causing you to let put a laugh

“Me, huh? You really love me that much huh..?” You grin in response to his actions, with a proud tone of voice.

“I guess I do huh?” He smiles at your proud self. “I’ll write about you being the girl who I view in rose-tinted glasses,” He says as she writes down his ideas on the paper, making light scribble noises.

That's just when you get up and try dragging him away from the desk. 

“You know its bed time right?” You tease and you put him in a headlock and ruffle his hair.

“I’ll be there soon! Just, let me finish noting these ideas down!” He protests and he doesn’t look away from the page despite what you’re doing to him.

You sigh in response and let go of him. Walking to the door in the process. 

“Don’t stay up too late. We both know how grumpy you get without your beauty sleep.” You tell him in response to his protests. Finding a good opportunity to tease him in the process.

As you walk out of the room, all you can hear is a grumble in response. All for the fact he knows you’re right.

©miyamizuna 2024 do not repost

espresso is my spotify number 1 rn

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

Being Shiratorizawa’s Manager:

Trip to the Beach 🏖️

Shiratorizawa x female! Manager (she/her pronouns)

Warnings: fluff, reader has a breasts and is wearing a swimsuit, Oikawa makes an appearance because it’s me 😌

AN: this is a request from 🦢 anon!

Remember when I said this team was like super serious and stoic 😃

Well jokes on you because when you go on ANY outing, these boys are just as feral as the rest

Literally, I can tell you exactly how this will go

Semi and Reon are the only adults

Yep, even Ushijima doesn’t count and I’ll tell you why

Man’s will just wander off, like he sees something and is like “hey that looks cool” and then just walks away 🚶

Tendou is riling everyone up constantly

Shirabu and Kawanishi are the actual worst to get excited about anything

Goshiki and Yamagata are just like super hyped about everything

Liberos are all hyper, prove me wrong 🤚🏻

Anyways, it’s literally so much work it’s exhausted

But never fear because our magnificent, wonderful and perfect manager, YN, is here to deal with everything!

And with summer break approaching, you get the bestest idea ever 🥰

So you bring it up at practice

“Hey guys! I think we should go to the beach this weekend!” You say, all cute and excited

Shirabu 👉🏻 Y tho?

You 👉🏻😐 I give all and get nothing back-

“A beach trip? Hey that actually sounds so fun!” Tendou cheers, backing you up

“Shouldn’t we spend the time practicing?” Ushijima adds

“Yeah, I can’t beat Ushiwaka at the beach Yn?” Goshiki screams

You 👉🏻🙄

“I mean, it would be nice to do a team bonding activity,” Semi, our team mom chimes in

You 👉🏻 *nodding vigorously* : D

“Also, we could play beach volleyball. That’s a what kind of workout,” Reon adds

The guys 👉🏻🔥👄🔥 Did you say Beach Volleyball??

These boys are sold 🙌🏻

So you began preparing, you made lunches, snacks and made sure to pack plenty water

You arrived early at school, so freaking excited for your day at the beach with your boys!

When you first arrive, you are wearing a coverup so the boys don’t really think much of anything

Please, they all have a crush on you and god are you pretty, but they also adore you as their manager

That is 👀 until you take the coverup off

Like it happens so casually too that it throws them all off 😂

Like you are just talking with Semi and Reon like, “I packed snacks and lunches, we should be good for a few hours *takes off coverup* also we have to make sure we do sunscreen on everyone because coach will not be happy if you guys can spike or receive with sunburns.”

Semi and Reon just stare 😳😳

“What’s wrong?” You say, completely oblivious as to why these idiots are staring

The rest of the team, well they are surely malfunctioning at this very moment

Goshiki definitely has a nose bleed

Remember when Daichi broke Hinata? Yeah you did that to Goshiki 😌

Yamagata, Shirabu and Kawanishi are all just like “thank you god amen 🙏🏻”

Tendou is actually speechless

Like Tendou knows you’re a girl and he knows you’re pretty but like it sunk a level deeper today

And Ushiwaka, well he…

“YN please make sure you wear sunscreen, you have a lot of skin showing. Would you like me to help you?” Ushijima says, completely oblivious

Like Ushijima thinks your pretty too don’t get me wrong but man’s isn’t thinking beyond sun protection right now

“Wakatoshi that would be so helpful thank you!” You say, handing him the cream

Suddenly, everyone is willing to lend a helping hand 😐🙄

“Don’t you think this is a job for the vice captain?” Reon says

“Are you kidding me?” Semi says as Tendou sneaks in

“I have big hands so like covering surface area is definitely easier for me!” Tendou shouts

“THIS IS A JOB FOR THE FUTURE ACE!” Goshiki interrupts

You 👉🏻🤨 guys I literally just need help getting my back

“I don’t really think they care YN,” Shirabu interjects as you hand him the sunscreen and he helps you

The guys all watch and of course, brood because they are jealous bbys

“Alright it’s time for volleyball,” Ushijima announces as all the guys run towards the court leaving you to your own devices

You 👉🏻🙄 silly boys

But it’s ok because you can finish setting up and hopefully start catching up on getting some much needed vitamin D

Even if you don’t tan, sunshine is great as a mood booster 😁

However, what you don’t realize is that you’ve attracted quite the spectator crowd

Because your team isn’t the only one at the beach 👀

You guessed it, our besties at Seijoh decided to take a team beach vacay too

What a coincidence 🙃

Anyways, you’ve seemed to attract the attention of Seijoh’s #1 pain in the butt

“Hey isn’t that Shiratorizawa’s hot manager?” Yahaba points out

Because, of course he does 🙄

“What? Where??” Oikawa says, eyes alert at Yahaba points you out

“Yeah that’s her, damn Shiratorizawa is so freaking lucky!” Hanamaki says, glaring at Oikawa

All the third years, and the other years, know that Oikawa is the reason they can’t have nice things 😅

“I think we should go and greet her! She looks like she could use some help,” Oikawa says walking towards you

“Should we stop him?” Matsukawa asks as Kunimi pulls out his phone and hits record

“Nah, let Ushiwaka take care of him this time, I came here to relax,” Iwa says, getting a front row to the show

“Yoo-hoo YN!” Oikawa says as you turn to find the source of the agitating voice

“Oh hello Oikawa!” You say, pleasantly

Please, our angel is so nice

I could never 😂

“I just happened to notice you over here, looking absolutely gorgeous and was wondering if you needed any help?” He says as you stare at him

“I’m actually good but thanks anyways!” You beam as Oikawa dies at your cuteness

“You know Yn, I always knew you were gorgeous but I will say, that swimsuit looks incredible on you,” Oikawa says

You blush, “thanks Oikawa! I got it especially for our team trip.”

You turn and show him the suit because that’s what we do, we show off 👏🏻

Suddenly out of nowhere, a volleyball SLAMS into the back of Oikawa’s head

You 👉🏻😳

Oikawa 👉🏻 💀

Kunimi and Seijoh 👉🏻 📱

“Iwa what the hell-” oikawa says, turning to see whose actually responsible for the ball

Ushiwaka and Shiratorizawa LOOM over Oikawa and just glare right thought him

Literally it’s hot out but the cold radiating off the guys right now could cure global warming 😅

“Hey guys! Are you hungry?” You say, completely ignoring Oikawa’s obvious concussion

“Ahh yeah YN we are just taking a little break,” Kawanishi says, coming up next to you and guiding you away from the scene

“Stay away from OUR manager Oikawa!” Semi growls as Reon nods

“Like she’d ever go for you anyways, she obviously has better taste,” Tendou adds

Meanwhile, Ushijima is just glaring, his arms crossed over his chest

“I’d maybe leave before Ushiwaka throws another ball at you,” Yamagata adds

Oikawa rubs his head, standing tall as a smirk appears on his face

“I was just helping your beautiful manager out,” he said as Ushiwaka glared

You 👉🏻 I’m fine but thanks Oikawa 😁✌🏻

Oikawa 👉🏻👁️👄👁️ oh ok…

He walks away as Ushiwaka continues to glare

“YN are you ok?” Goshiki asks in a panic as you prepare lunches

You 👉🏻 I’m fine 😐

“Are you sure you’re ok?” Shirabu asks

You 👉🏻 it’s Oikawa guys, he’s literally harmless

Then, suddenly Ushiwaka comes next to you, giving you an approving head pat

“Thanks for being the best manager YN,” he says as you beam

Bonus

“Well that went well didn’t it?” Watari said as Oikawa made his way back to the team

“You should have know better loserkawa,” Iwa said, rolling his eyes

“I wouldn’t have expected you to know what it’s like to ask a girl like that out Iwa!” Oikawa spat back before quickly covering his mouth

“What did you say to me?!?” Iwa 🔥👄🔥

Oikawa 👉🏻🥲

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Strawberry Cheesecake: Semi Eita X Female Reader

Description: Your pregnancy cravings kick in late at night when you wake up wanting to have some strawberry cheesecake so your husband goes out to get some for you.

Contains: Fluff, pregnancy cravings, late night cravings, timeskip!Semi, reader is female, Semi is a caring husband and sweet moments.

Word count: 882

You and your husband, Semi Eita, are currently asleep together as you were tired since you had been on your feet for some part of the day despite being five months pregnant but you couldn’t help it because you loved to clean around the house and you did take a break or two when you were exhausted. Semi on the other hand had been with his bandmates as he came back home a bit late than usual since he had to finish writing a song before he came back home and he was also tired.

You were sleeping peacefully until you feel soft kicks from your baby as you rub your belly, hoping your baby would stop but they continued and you woke up because of it. You sit up carefully as you sigh and wanted to go back to sleep but you knew you had to take care of something. That’s when you started to feel hungry as your cravings kick in and you really want to have a strawberry cheesecake so you decided to wake up your husband to tell him about your sudden craving.

“Babe. Wake up please,” You said as you watched his eyes open and he sits up, wondering what was going on. He rubs his eyes as he yawned and he glanced at the clock next to the bedside table which read 2:20 a.m before he looked over to you. Your stomach rumbles as you blush a bit when it happens since it was loud and you felt embarrassed by it.

“Are you alright, dear? Do you want me to get you some food? What do you want me to get for you?” Semi asked as he knew that you wanted to eat something and you were probably craving something specific but he wondered what it would be this time since your cravings were random but he was used to them because he knew the cravings were the foods that the baby wanted.

“I’m fine, Eita and I’m so sorry for waking you up at this time but our little one is making me crave strawberry cheesecake so could you get me some please?” You told him as Semi understood and he got out of bed to get you what you wanted since he could never say no to you or your cravings. He grabbed his jacket from his desk chair as he also grabbed his car keys and put his phone in his pocket after putting on his jacket.

“I’ll go out to the store not too far away from here since that’s the place where you love the strawberry cheesecake from so I’ll go over there and get it before it closes. I have at least an hour until the store shuts. Is there anything else you want me to get?” Semi said as you shook your head since you didn’t want anything else but the strawberry cheesecake and Semi kisses your forehead before he left to get you what you wanted from the store.

You start to hum softly as you love to hum or sing to your baby since it made you feel relaxed and feel at ease. You close your eyes as you continue humming softly while you rub your belly and you open your eyes with a small smile on your face. Around fifteen minutes or so passes when Semi enter the room with a bag as he gives it you and he takes off his jacket before putting it back on the chair. He gets into the bed again as you kiss his cheek to let him know that you were thankful he had gone out to get you a strawberry cheesecake.

“Thank you so much for the strawberry cheesecake, Eita. You should rest now and I’ll try not to chew too loudly,” You said as you take out the box containing the dessert and you open it before taking out the fork from the bag. You start to eat your sweet dessert as you were satisfied now that you had gotten the dessert you were craving and you felt another kick from the baby.

“Anytime babe and you don’t chew loudly anyways so it’s fine. Let me try some of the cheesecake too,” Semi said as you nod and you give him the fork with a piece of the cheesecake. He takes the fork as he eats the piece of the cheesecake on it and he gives the fork back while he eats the dessert before swallowing. He hummed in satisfaction as you smile and you both share the rest of the strawberry cheesecake but Semi lets you eat the rest of it since he doesn’t want anymore.

You finish the rest of the strawberry cheesecake after a few minutes as you get up and throw the empty box along with the fork into the bin before you go to the bathroom to wash your hands, coming back into the bedroom once you were done. You get into bed with Semi as you smiled because your craving was satisfied and you were feeling better since you could go back to sleep now. You lay down as you notice Semi had fallen asleep already and you go to sleep as well after whispering ‘thank you’ to your husband.

𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙮 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙤𝙛 𝙞𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬. 𝙍𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤!

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

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❀。• New to this

Akaashi version (Good ending route): Akaashi Keiji falls in love with a single mother and realizes she's all he wants for his life.

Word count: 27,791

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

☆Bonus chapter (Valentines special)

Osamu version (Happy ending route): Osamu fights for his very own chance at happiness when he is reunited with his first love, the mother of his brother's son.

Word count: 20,044

☆ ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

Atsumu version (True ending route): Atsumu gets another chance to get back the love of his life, the mother of his son, and build the family he was supposed to have.

Word count: 23,240

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

❀。• Save me

The beginning: ☆ch.0

Semi version (Good ending route): Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much, until he met you.

Word Count: 24,248

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

☆Bonus Chapter: Good ending Oikawa version

Ushijima version (Happy ending route): Ushijima struggles to understand the concept of love and what is expected of him in said equation, but he finds himself in the predicament of wanting nothing more than to be with the woman he loves even if it gets in the way of his established lifestyle.

Word Count: 19,837

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

Kageyama version (True ending route): Friendship is a fragile thing. Keeping you safe was his priority for the longest time, but overcoming hardships along someone you hold dear form irreplaceable, indestructible bonds, and a childhood friend can easily become the love of your life; or so that was for Kageyama Tobio.

Word Count: 19,958

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4 ☆ch.5 ☆ch.6

❀。• Forbidden Forest

Premise: Ancient Japan gets hit by a rare disease coming from the birds. Succumbing to it and fearing for the safety of your bird companion, as a last resort you reach a mythical forest full of ancient shapeshifting creatures. Will you be able to find a cure? Will you be safe in the middle of a forest full of unknown forces? Love is right around the corner and meeting different clans will help you find it.

☆ Ch.0

☆ Tengu Clan Path (Sugawara Koushi):

Staying by your bird friend's side was the most comforting path to follow. Will this one lead to a happy ending? Was this the right choice? Love can weigh you down sometimes, but it's wonderful, nonetheless.

Word count: 5782

☆ Owl Clan Path (Bokuto Koutarou):

The promise of a cure had never been this close, being the wisest of the forest clans, the answer might be around the corner, but what if you didn’t want to leave the forest any longer?

Word count: 4764

☆Bakeneko Clan Path (Kuroo Tetsurou):

The possibility to save humanity presented itself, but you would have to leave the forest to chase this opportunity, something that could end your life. What you didn’t know was that chasing it would also mean find a love like no other, one that was waiting for you on the other side.

Word count: 5582

❀。• Fox Village

Premise: The last option to overcome the illness that holds you was very much uncertain. A place only known to be a myth became your last chance to survive. Welcome to the fox village, a place full of mystical beings, a place to finally call home, a place where love knocks in more than one door at the same time and choosing which to open might as well change your life forever.

☆ Ch.0

❀。• Kita Version (Good Ending Route): The connection he had with his past made Kita want you more than any of the others. He wanted to be like his grandma and she had a human by her side, always. Looking for the village best interest he ends up finding the real meaning of true love.

Word Count: 6296

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Atsumu Version (Happy Ending, Ver.1): Atsumu had never been interested in others, to his family and the village he was a good for nothing, a heartless fox possessed by an evil spirit that feeds on his compassion. But to you, he was just like everybody else. Having someone to listen to you and be by your side sometimes can make a big difference in who you become and what you accomplish in life, and so it was for Miya Atsumu.

Word count: 6348

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Suna Version (Happy Ending, Ver.2): Being the first born of the most prominent house in the village, it was a pressing matter for Suna to deliver as future head of his clan. High expectations were set for him which sent him your way, only for him to realize you were all he really needed.

Word Count: 6111

☆ Ch.1 ☆Ch.2

❀。• Osamu Version (True Ending): Fighting his own blood for what he wanted had always been an everyday thing for Osamu, but this time was different, he wouldn't let anyone have you, not even his twin brother. Before you, mating was just a concept of survival for them, but love can change someone to unimaginable lengths.

Word Count: 6186

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2

❀。• Glitched:

Premise: Suna Rintarou unexpectedly meets the girl of his dreams through an online game and he does his best to find this mysterious girl in the real world and keep her for good.

Word count: 12,514

☆ch.1 ☆ch.2 ☆ch.3 ☆ch.4

❀。• A perfect circle

Premise: When you like the guy who likes the guy that likes you, things get a little out of hand, when a triangle becomes a circle not just one gets hurt. [Yamaguchi/Tsukki]

Word count: in progress…

☆ Ch.1 ☆ Ch.2 ☆ Ch.3 ☆Ch.4 ☆Tsukki’s Ending

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Omfg anything fluffy with Semi Eita pls pls pls-

.♫｡♫⋆♪₊˚♬ﾟ.singin’ in the rain♫⋆｡♪₊˚♬ﾟ.♫⋆

a/n this is incredibly short cause idk a lot about him. I still hope you enjoy! list of links 🔗 credits for the divider: @/strangegraphics-archive

you were board. You were in your dorm laying on your bed staring at the ceiling. Hearing the patter of rain and leaves brushing on your window against the dark sky, you got an idea. Your rush to your dear boyfriend’s dorm room not even bothering to change out of your pajamas. Your turn around the corner almost falling. Busting open semi’s door, interrupting his guitar tuning, “youwannagodanceintheraine?!” panting you blurt out excitedly. Semi blinks for a bit.

“Can you please say that again? Maybe slow down?” He’s says as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “I was wondering if you the love of my life, Semi Eita, would like to accompany me in the rain and possibly dance with me?” You say hesitant. Knowing your boyfriend he’d probably say no. Thoughts started running around in your head of possible excuses he’d use and ones he’s already said. Fiddling with your hands, In a small voice you start “it’s ok if you-”

“sure” semi sets down his guitar on its respective stand and reaches for his rain jacket.

“Pardon?” You look at him dumbfounded.

“What? You think I’d miss on a musical moment like this?” He plants a kiss on your forehead and heads to the doorway and looking back he says teasingly. “If you wanna you can barrow my clothes. Maybe keep em’ too.” He pauses “except for my AC/DC shirt”

you chuckle. “Ok Mr boss man” you start walking to him and grasp his hand and the setter locks the door. “Onward ho!” You and semi run down the hall hand in hand almost falling. Reaching out side you open your mouth catching as many rain drops as you could.

after around half an hour playing in puddles, soaking your shoes and socks, and running into tendou and ushijima who had the same idea. You started to shiver. Maybe only wearing your pjs wasn’t the best of ideas. “Oh dear” semi says his mouth dripping with empty. “Let’s go” “but why?” You wine like a four year old not getting what they want. “Baby you’re practically an iceberg” semi says draping his thick coat over your shoulders.

“Let’s go”

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the beta fic you have been waiting months for <33 Ushijima Wakatoshi, Semi Eita & Tendou Satori x female reader w.c 6.8k tw: yandere themes, a/b/o, noncon, (sorta) smut, nsfw, one mention of blood and oozing wounds, implied stalking, forced claiming

“They’re good guys – good alphas. This won’t be like last time, I promise. You’ll see what I mean when you meet them,” Ayako murmurs, squeezing your hand in reassurance and offering you a brilliant grin. “They’re gonna love you.”

Love seems a bit of a stretch.

But Aya looks so… hopeful. You sigh. “You really like them, huh?”

“I really like them,” she admits, a pretty pink blush tingeing her cheeks. “You come first, though. You’re my beta, and if it doesn’t feel right, we’ll walk, okay? No questions asked.” 

A promise she’s kept more than once. Too many times. Omegas like Aya, young and vibrant and oh-so-lovely, shouldn’t have any trouble finding a pack to settle down with. Hell, alphas should be banging down the door just for a chance with her – to fuck, to bond, anything and everything in between. You’re the sticking point. The reason why Ayako hasn’t bonded into a pack yet.

Alphas have no interest in betas. They do nothing for them – can’t take a knot, don’t have heats. Betas aren’t durable enough to ride out an alpha’s rut. All that compounded by the simple fact that bonding bites between the two don’t last longer than a few months, so why bother?

You’re dead weight. Aya clings to you anyway. 

She pulls your hand to her cheek, the tender, delicate spot right beneath the curve of her jaw. Scenting, you realise a touch belatedly. Omegas have stronger scents than betas do; florals, spice, indulgent, enticing things – you once knew an omega whose scent reminded you of hot caramel drizzled over apple pie. Ayako smells like lilacs and the rain, a softer scent admittedly, yet one that screams of home and comfort and familiar things. 

Your own scent is milder. Now, on top of sea salt and that faint whisper of summer, you’ll smell a little of her. She’s claiming you as pack, as hers. Her beta, exactly as she’d said

A flutter of warmth blooms in your chest, and you smile back at her, the first genuine one of the night. 

“You look great, by the way,” she tells you. “Come on, Tendou messaged to say they’re running a bit late and we should head on in without them. Ushijima’s practice doesn’t finish up ‘til about seven, so we’ve got plenty of time for the show.” She winks and lets out a bubbling laugh and you kind of feel like you’ve missed the joke.

Nevertheless, you let her tug you into the stadium. The lady behind the ticketing counter slides across two visitor’s passes on lanyards when Ayako gives your names.

“Practices are closed to the public,” the omega explains in a hushed voice while the two of you make your way towards the door for the stands. “Apparently the team get a few passes they can hand out to whoever they like – pack, usually.”

The pass has your name printed on it. Beneath it, in bold; Ushijima Wakatoshi. 

You finger the plastic edges absentmindedly. 

There’s other people in the stands, all wearing the same style lanyard draped around your neck. Some, you think, are partners. Friends and family. Pack, like Ayako said. You spy a woman maybe a few years older than you, bouncing a toddler on her lap and pointing animatedly towards the court, another guy sitting beside her, an arm curled over the back of her seat. Others appear to be there in a more official capacity – staff, you suppose, wearing the same white polo edged in blue and gold (team colours, you guess), talking quietly amongst themselves and jotting things down on expensive looking tablets. 

They pay you no mind. Ayako does the same, dragging you right up to the guard-rail with an excited gasp. You’d been expecting them to be running laps or tossing balls in pairs or something. You weren’t expecting anything like this. 

Without the roar of a crowd, every noise on the court is amplified; the squeaking of shoes, the thwack of palms meeting leather, shouts ricocheting from both sides as they scramble for the ball.

Scramble isn’t the right word, though. It flies through the air between the players, choreographed chaos.

One of the players, a dark haired behemoth, shoots up and connects with the ball, slamming it over the net with a terrifying force – you feel the impact in your chest when it hits the floor.

A whistle rings out.

“Oh my god,” Aya breathes.

The behemoth turns, dark eyes zeroing in on your figure from across the court. His nostrils flare.

Alpha, you realise. He’s one of Aya’s alphas.

Ushijima Wakatoshi. 

“You know he’s one of the top wing spikers in the country, and he’s on the national team? He’s already got like three Olympic medals! Three!” she gushes. “He’s incredible.”

You hardly hear her. The other players on the court, his teammates, are already re-setting, a blond slapping Ushijima on the back, another hurling a teasing jab across the net – earning him a middle finger in response – Ushijima’s gaze doesn’t shift, his attention doesn’t waver. You swear you see his pupils dilate. 

Your breath is caught somewhere in your chest. 

“Are you gonna wave at the alpha you dressed so pretty for?” 

“Would you stop?” you hiss, tearing your gaze away to jab an elbow into Ayako’s side, which she artfully dodges with a delighted giggle. 

“Can’t say I blame you for drooling. I practically melted into a puddle the first time Semi dragged him into the bakery. He’s hot as hell,” she sighs. 

The problem is, she isn't wrong. Weird, heavy, way too intense eye contact aside, Ushijima is the textbook definition of ‘hot alpha’; all tall and broad shouldered, his face hewn with clean, strong lines. Add on the ridiculous athleticism, the muscles that clearly aren’t just for show – yeah, no wonder Aya’s got heart eyes already. 

On the court below, the whistle blows. More cheers. Another point scored. By the time you glance down again, Ushijima’s lost interest, his focus returned to the game, nodding at something one of the (you presume) coaches yells across the court.

The tight, prickling feeling writhing beneath your skin, that doesn’t fade as quick. 

God, you’re way too worked up about this whole thing. 

“He’s very, uh…” 

“Intimidating? No– impressive? Or were you gonna say sexy? All true, by the way. Ushiwaka’s a beast.”

The other two alphas have finally deigned to grace you with their presence. Wonderful. 

Swallowing back a wince, you turn to face the duo. “Good,” you say. “I was going to say he’s very… good.”

Aya had told you the basics, of course; Semi’s the lead singer slash guitarist in a band, Tendou’s a chocolatier. The former used to be a civil servant, the latter recently moved back from a stint in Paris, and both of them played Volleyball with Ushijima in high school. 

You’re not entirely sure what you were expecting. Carbon cutouts of their packmate, maybe, big, brawny, radiating the kind of imposing dominance that forces everyone around them – other alphas included – to sit down and shut up with a look alone. 

The two alphas before you aren’t that. 

The shorter of the two, more wiry in his build than the redhead beside him, smirks. “Good, huh?” 

He’s teasing you. They’re both teasing you. Your cheeks burn hotter. Before you can open your mouth to apologise, try and sidestep you shoving your own foot in your mouth as a first impression, Aya intervenes. 

“You should’ve seen her a minute ago, her jaw was on the ground. She’s playing it cool.”

The sound of her laugh digs at you in a way it shouldn’t. 

It’s not fair, not when you’re the one who’s acting like you don’t have a single working brain cell and she’s trying to cover for you, but it bothers you when Ayako acts like she has to smoothe over your edges, make you more palatable, more pleasing. You’re not an omega, you won’t ever be an omega, and sometimes you can’t help but wonder if Aya’s gonna spend the rest of your lives trying to compensate for that.

Her shoulder knocks with yours, a gentle bump, that same hopeful, painfully optimistic look in her eyes. 

Guilt, an old, familiar friend at this point, washes over you. 

“This is Semi,” she introduces, gesturing at the ash-blond with the ripped jeans, “and Tendou,” the gangly redhead. 

“And you must be our beta,” Semi surmises, slowly eyeing you over. 

The casual possessiveness rankles you, your tight smile freezing in place. Again Ayako simply laughs, her fingers, very deliberately, lacing with yours once more. “She’s my beta, you have yet to win her over.”

Neither alpha appears all that put out by the prospect.

Tendou, eyes crinkling with a wide, eager grin that takes you a little aback, thrusts a hand out towards you, a white gift bag you hadn’t noticed dangling from his fingertips. “Presents help with the whole wooing thing, right?” he jokes.

From your experience, yes. 

Aya’s received plenty. You, as her tag along beta, less so. 

One pack brought you a bouquet of pink and white peonies on your first date. Not quite as  extravagant as the arrangement of roses they presented Aya with, they had a lovely, subtle perfume and when you put them in a vase and set them atop your nightstand, they brightened up the whole room. You could appreciate that they’d at least tried to make you feel an equal part of this. 

They’d been willing to play pretend.

Back then, when Aya first started bringing potential packs around, you were… idealistic. Naive, maybe. 

You watched them dote on her. Lap up Aya’s attention like it was the sweetest fix. You saw the hunger. The arousal that flared, thick and syrupy, whenever she did something unintentionally appealing to the alpha inside of them – a simple stretch, nibbling on her bottom lip while she mulled over a menu, the sway of her hips as she walked up to the bar.

Oh, they were polite to you. Drew you into conversations, chatted about your job, your hobbies, the plans the two of you had for the holidays in a few weeks’ time – all the while tracking every movement of the omega beside you from the corner of their eyes.

They were nice to you. You didn’t want ‘nice’. You wanted what they so freely offered to Aya; hunger and captivated attention, a desire so thick in the air you could choke on it. 

Foolish, pretty fantasies. There’s no competing with biology, you know that. The most interesting, beautiful beta in the room is still just a beta. 

Down below, the court’s quieter, muted chatter drifting up to the bleachers in place of squeaking and thuds and the sharp trill of whistles blowing. Did the practice match finish up?

Aya squeezes your hand. Drops it. As subtle a cue as she can manage. 

Brain kicking back into gear, you step closer and pluck the gift from the alpha’s outstretched hand, an odd little shiver trickling down your spine when the tips of your fingers graze his rough palm. 

“Ah, thank you,” you say, remembering your manners at last.

Tendou’s eyes flutter shut, breathing in deep, shuddering a little on the exhale. When they open again, there’s a giddy sort of satisfaction creeping from his expression. He licks his lips, smiling wide. “Sea salt.”

“… Sorry?”

“The chocolates,” his chin juts towards the gift. “Sea salt caramel. I had a feeling, went with it. I’m not usually wrong.” He sounds absurdly proud of the fact. 

“Oh.” 

Beside you, Aya looks as lost as you feel. Semi, on the other hand, snorts, shaking his head. “You might wanna ease up on the beta, dude. She met you all of three minutes ago.”

“Yeah, but we’re gonna be besties. I can feel it.” Without warning he slings an arm over your shoulders, dragging you close to smush you into his side, unbothered by your startled yelp, the way the bag of chocolates smacks against his torso when the hand clutching it jerks out to steady yourself. “Don’t be jealous ‘cuz I’m already the favourite, Semi-Semi.”

Semi shrugs, hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, leaning back against the centre railing behind him. Slowly, a smirk unfurls. A challenge. “For now.”

Plastered against Tendou’s side, swallowed up by the heat of him, the heady scent of cherrywood – of alpha – thick and strong, and with no sign of him letting you go anytime soon, you dart a glance to Aya.

Your best, oldest (admittedly only) friend, watching the three of you with a quirked eyebrow, expression otherwise indecipherable–

And then, she giggles, rolling her eyes with exasperated amusement. “Can we at least sit while you two fight over my well-earned spot?” 

You wonder if they notice the brief look of concern she throws your way as Tendou relaxes his hold and the two usher you over to a seat, Semi snagging the one to your left, Aya taking the right.

Her promise from earlier rings in your head. One word and she’ll walk, no questions asked. 

Aya needs a pack. She wants this one. She likes this one, but at some point, she’ll need one. 

Omegas don’t do well long term without mates. Right now her heats are okay, manageable with suppressants and toys – eventually those won’t be enough. They’ll get worse, come without warning, more frequently. The suppressants won’t help, she’ll ache and burn up, forgo food, water, sleep…

The lucky ones end up hospitalised. The unlucky ones either end up dead or in situations where it’d be a kindness if they were. 

“You okay?” she asks, whisper soft. Her voice won’t carry, the other two aren’t paying attention anyway. Semi’s thigh brushes up against yours when he spreads his legs wide, thumbing out a message on his phone, and Tendou’s leaning over the backrest between you, chin perched on his folded forearms, watching him type. 

One word and she’ll walk, that’s what Aya promised. 

Down on the court below, the players spread across the floor, stretching out and cooling down, half empty water bottles and sweat towels scattered around them. Ushjima’s lying on your side of the court, one thigh drawn over the other, twisting out his lower back. If he realises he’s got an audience in you and Aya, he gives no indication of caring, holding the stretch for a few seconds longer before repeating the motion with the other leg. 

“Yeah.”

If chocolates and overly tactile besties are what you get out of this, you can manage that. 

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While you wait out front of the stadium for Ushijima to finish up, Semi smokes.

A lit cigarette dangles loosely between two fingers, the tip glowing cherry red with every drag. He stands separate from the three of you, a few feet away, because when he’d fished out the slightly crumpled packet from his jacket pocket to pluck one out, Aya’s nose wrinkled. Omegas are sensitive to strong smells at the best of times, and Aya’s loathed the stench of cigarettes ever since she was a kid and her dad would smoke on the back porch of her gran’s place. He died years ago, and to this day she swears up and down that every time she sets foot back there, she smells those Seven Stars.

To her credit, she hadn’t actually said anything, and to Semi’s, he hadn’t kicked up a fuss. He’d shrugged, shuffled on back and lit up anyway. Water off a duck’s back.

Tendou talks loudly and Aya’s giggling laugh echoes louder. Semi watches. Idle – bored, almost. 

Until his gaze shifts to you.

And stays there.

From a young age, you’re taught that alphas are stronger than betas and omegas. They’re quicker. Smarter. In the old days, they tell you, alphas were the hunters, the providers – protectors, when the situation called for it. What they mean, dressing the truth up in nicer, more palatable terms is that alphas are, down to their marrow, predators. 

Those instincts don’t go away just because society’s a little more civilised these days. 

Semi’s expression doesn’t change. There’s nothing particularly dangerous or threatening there, nothing to explain the sudden ball of anxiety that lodges itself in your stomach. 

Yet you can’t shake the sense that with that stare, every ounce of his focus rests solely on you. Every breath, every nervous twitch, shift of your muscles, all of it tracked, analysed. He stares, breathing out a slow plume of smoke, and you feel the physical weight of it bearing down on you.

He won’t bite, lunge for the kill – but he could.

His chin tilts, eyebrow lifting. A flicker of amusement, as if he knows exactly the thoughts running wild in your head. You shake them off, ignore the hammering of your heart to follow the wordless, beckoning call to his side, nudging Aya on the way past so she won’t think you’ve abandoned her. 

“You realise she’s gonna try and get you to quit,” you tell him in what you hope is a friendly, upbeat tone. 

Semi scoffs and takes another drag of his cigarette. You watch, off-kilter, a little dazed as his head tilts back, exposing the long, lithe column of his throat, and he slowly exhales.

With dark, sweeping lashes and angular features, the problem, you realise, is that Semi is distractingly pretty. An artless, grunged up sort of pretty. Pretty like pools of oil on asphalt after it rains. 

Pretty in the way that poisonous things often are. 

“She’s more than welcome to try.” He plucks his cig from his lips and extends it your way, his expression almost… goading. 

You don’t take it.

There isn’t much surprise to be found in your refusal, his pretty mouth pursing as his arm falls by the wayside. “Omega’s got her claws stuck in you good, huh.”

And that’s the rub, isn’t it. What all this boils down to. Right from the start, the very first pack you met and every pack since – Aya’s made it clear from the get-go. They don’t get her without you. You’re her beta. 

“Is that a problem for you?”

You won’t take the cigarette because Aya has issues with it. She won’t entertain you leaving her because the two of you are too fucking entangled in one another to handle extrication.

You’re pack, you’re family, you’re all each other has left, now that her grandma – the woman who essentially raised you and her – is gone. 

You won’t play second fiddle, if only because Aya won’t allow them to push you aside like that. If that’s a problem, a dealbreaker (and, historically speaking, it has been) better they figure it out now, before she – or you – gets too attached and ends up hurt. 

Semi regards you for a long moment, taking one last puff of his cigarette before he flicks it away, grinds the smoldering butt into the cement with the toe of his boot. “Don’t know yet. Guess we’ll find out.”

And you nod, because at least that’s an honest answer. 

“Tendou came back to Japan for her, didn’t he?” It’d twigged when you’d gone to hand back your visitor’s pass and the lady behind the counter made some casual comment about not expecting to see him ‘til next season.

Not back for a visit, back permanently.

Semi shakes his head, “He was always coming back. Paris was only ever a temporary thing,” he corrects. “But yeah, he made the decision to come home early when we realised the opportunity that’d fallen into our laps.”

While you don’t love the way he makes meeting Aya sound, you understand the gravity of what he’s saying. Tendou uprooted his life for her. 

You glance back over your shoulder, fiddling with the handles of the bag of chocolates he’d made for you. They’re still talking, quieter now, both of them subtly – subconsciously, probably – angled towards the two of you; Aya with that same bright-eyed look about her, Tendou like he’s just itching to interrupt and steal your attention back for himself. He, at least, might actually like you. 

“And you? Are you all in, too?”

The words slip out before you can stop them. Semi doesn’t owe you an answer, you know that. It’s not fair that you asked, it’s just– you can’t get a read on him. For all his sharp edges and the smirks that make your insides squirm, you don’t know whether this is what he wants. Wanted, maybe.

Semi surprises you. In a move too quick for you to catch, he closes in on you. He doesn’t pin you down per se. You’re not caged in, trapped between his body and a wall. Physically speaking, there’s nothing stopping you from stepping back and regaining that inch of space as he looms over your shorter frame, tilting your chin upwards with two curled fingers like he��s going to kiss you. 

Nothing except your suddenly jelly legs. 

There’s barely anything separating you. Millimetres. Heat floods your face. Your stomach tightens, blood simmering, writhing beneath your skin. Long fingers encircle your wrist, right where Aya had scented you, his thumb digging in over your fluttering pulse. A noise escapes you then, a distressed sort of whimper you thought yourself above, and Semi’s eyes flick down to your lips, something dark and hungry flaring in response. 

Alpha. Smaller than his packmates, but no less. 

“Who d’you think called him and told him to get his ass back home, little beta?” 

You swallow unsteadily–

“Time to share, Semi-Semi,” Tendou sings, snaking an arm around your waist to haul you away from the blond. To you, he says, “You wanna come say hi to our big, bad pack alpha, don’tcha?” 

It’s then you realise that Ushijima, along with several of his teammates, have finally emerged. While they wave each other off, scattering across the carpark, some heading to their cars, others in the direction of buses and the train station, Ushijima halts near the door – Aya already skipping on over. 

“Ah… yes?”

Tendou snickers. 

“Relax,” Semi tells you with a smirk, clapping your shoulder as he brushes on past. “Ushiwaka doesn’t bite.” 

As Tendou nudges you forward like an errant duckling, you fix Semi with an unimpressed look. He winks. Asshole.

Omegas, especially unbonded omegas, tend to be picky about touch and physical affection outside of pack and family. Aya, for all her moon-eyed infatuation, doesn’t throw herself at the alpha. Ushijima offers a single, wooden pat on her head, the edges of his mouth lifting in what you suppose is an approximation of a smile.

She beams all the same.

“– and this is my beta,” she introduces. 

You’re not anticipating an overly warm welcome. For one, he looks stiff enough smiling at Aya to suspect he’s not practised with the expression, for another… the whole, weird staring thing from earlier sits all too fresh in your mind. If he’d heard your awkward fumbling with his packmates in the aftermath, you doubt that’s helped endear you to him any.

Nothing prepares you for the way he turns, every speck of goodwill falling from his features when your scent finally reaches him. Cold, remote stone, eyeing you down. 

“You smell like lilacs,” he grunts, like the very concept offends him. You, a beta, wearing his would-be mate’s scent. 

—

The izakaya the alphas take you to is only a few minutes walk from the stadium, and each one of them passes in near unbearable, stilted tension. 

Aya doesn’t question you when you make a bee-line for the bathroom rather than following the others to a table, though the small furrow between her brows says plenty.

You just need a minute.

The single unisex stall offers spartan amenities at best – a sink with a cracked mirror hammered into the wall, paper towels, and a lone, flickering light above. 

Braced over the porcelain vanity, eyes closed, shaking like a leaf with remnants of ice-cold water dripping down your face, you will the frantic, sickening churn inside you to ease. 

Fuck. 

What’s wrong with you?

Ushijima could barely stand that Aya had scented you, and you’re supposed to believe he’d let you bond into the pack with her? And if he did, what kind of life would that be? You, forever on the outside, pack but not really, not in the ways that matter. 

What place does a beta have between alphas and their omega?

More to the point, how, after all the packs you and Aya have tried this with, all the the indifference and dismissal you’ve weathered, the cruel insults you weren’t supposed to hear–

Think of it this way, dude; it’s a spare hole for you to stick your cock in while the omega’s busy bouncing on my knot.

–how are you still surprised that they don’t want you?

You let a slow breath out, shoulders sagging. Okay. 

Okay. 

Straightening up, you rip a sheet of paper towel from the dispenser, dabbing to remove any trace of distress from your face. You can do this, you tell yourself. Smile, play pretend. A few drinks, some dumplings, yakitori – two, three hours max.

Nothing’s changed.

The alphas want Ayako. Ayako wants these alphas.

In spite of that, in spite of the blushing and fawning and big, lovely doe eyes that bat ever so prettily for her alphas, she’ll hold true to her promise if you ask it of her. 

No questions asked, without an ounce of resentment, she’d walk away from them. She’d choose you. 

It’d be a few weeks of moping around, picking each other up and dusting yourselves off. There’ll be other packs. Aya’s got a few years yet before her heats really become an issue. You can always try again.

The thing is… you don’t want to anymore.

They like you as a friend. You’re in the way. They wanna fuck you, but only if the omega’s otherwise occupied. You can take care of the household stuff during heats and ruts, right? Maybe one day there could be something more. 

They wouldn’t look twice if it wasn’t for Ayako. 

Every time it hurts, like clawing out pieces of yourself, and you just… you can’t anymore. You won’t.

So tonight, you’ll be the bestie. Let her have her fun, flirt with the big, strong alphas she’s so enamoured by, and then tomorrow… tomorrow you’ll find a way to cut yourself loose from all of this. Aya gets her pack and you can find a nice, normal beta to settle down with. You’ll both be happier for it in the long run. 

Wiping a smudge of mascara from under your eye, you suck in another fortifying breath, nodding at yourself in the mirror. A few hours of pretending is nothing. A piece of cake.

Focused entirely on the veneer you have to slip into, you don’t notice the large, muscular frame blocking the door until you quite literally collide with it.

“Oof– Sorry, my b–”

The words wither like ash on your tongue when you look up to find Ushijima standing over you.

Despite the resolution you’d come to mere moments ago, you’re not feeling particularly charitable towards the hulking behemoth of an alpha, and you have every intention of wordlessly skirting around him to head back to the table and join your friend, civility be damned. 

You make it all of a single step before a change sweeps over him and he stiffens, nostrils flaring like they had back on the court. His eyes bleed black, and that’s the only warning you get before he seizes your wrist in one giant hand and starts to haul you back into the stall, slamming the door shut behind you both. 

“What the hell are you doing?!” you hiss. 

“She scented you,” he growls, looking angrier than he did before. “You smell like omega.”

No, this isn’t anger. Not exactly. Ushijima’s shoulders heave with every breath, his whole frame almost shuddering, pulled taut like a bowstring primed to snap–

And that’s when realisation hits. 

“You’re in a rut,” you whisper, eyes going wide in horror. “Ushiji–” You don’t get to finish the sentence. 

Big should mean slow. Clumsy. Ushijima’s neither. 

In an instant he surges into motion, one hand clamping down over your mouth, the other shoving you forward, trapping you on the tips of your toes between his hulking body and the vanity that was your lifeline five minutes ago. Just like then, your hands automatically reach out, clutching the edge of the sink to steady yourself. Stupid, when the full weight of Ushijima pins you precariously in place anyway.

Your heart hammers, panic and terror clawing at your stomach. You aren’t an omega, you can’t take a knot. If Ushijima tries to fuck you like he wants – like his instincts are driving him to – he’ll tear you apart. He’ll break you. 

But if any part of the mindless, snarling alpha behind you recognises that, he doesn’t care. The warm body in his grasp smells like lilacs, like the omega outside, and that’s good enough.

He noses at your hair and pants, yanking your skirt up to rip at your underwear. The fabric gives easily.

While he rips and claws at his own clothes to free his cock, Ushijima stares at your reflection, watching you shake as the tears well up and spill over. There’s nothing human there, nothing cognizant. The black pits staring back at you are pure alpha, consumed by the need to fuck and breed. 

You have seconds – seconds – to brace yourself.

Ushijima drags the head of his cock along your slit just once, bends you over, and without warning or preamble, splits you in two. 

Omegas have slick to help with sudden ruts. You don’t. 

It doesn’t matter that you’re not prepared to take him, that it hurts worse than anything you’ve experienced before and you’re choking on tears and muffled wails. You scream into his hand and Ushijima grunts, bullying his cock into you one agonising millimetre at a time. 

He fucks into you like you’re made to take his cock, every thrust slamming you into the unforgiving edge of the sink while your legs scramble for purchase. You’re fairly sure you’re close to passing out when you feel the swell of his knot start to catch. 

Oblivious to your panic, the wheezing cries and pleas dashed against his palm, the alpha snarls in open-mouthed pleasure, his spare hand coming down to cover one of your own, braced against the sink. “Mine.”

With the added weight, the vanity unit rattles against the wall, and you pray that someone’s walking by and hears it, cares enough to come investigate.

You aren’t that lucky, though.

Ushijima hauls you back upright, and as his knot swells, thick and pulsing, stretching you to breaking point and spurts of hot cum coat your insides, you cling on to consciousness just long enough to watch him tilt your chin to the side, lap at a bead of sweat trailing down your neck, and bury his teeth in your skin. 

—

Three days after your release from hospital, you wake to Aya knocking at your bedroom.

“S’posed to be at the bakery,” you mumble, curling tighter into the warm cocoon of your sheets. Soft morning light spills into your room. You can’t be bothered reaching for your phone to see the time, however your internal clock tells you that whatever the time is, it’s too early.

Aya sighs, taking that as an invitation to slip inside and plant herself on the edge of the mattress beside you. “Soon. I swapped shifts so I could start a bit later. I didn’t want…” she seems to struggle to find the right words, her shoulders rising and falling in a helpless shrug. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know.”

That isn’t the problem. 

“You remember the day your mom left?” The stark flinch beneath the covers must serve as answer enough. “You wouldn’t stop crying. Gran was so worried you’d make yourself sick, kept bringing you tea, bottles of water, anything to keep you hydrated.” 

An omega like her granddaughter, the last of her alphas having passed away a few years before, she’d paced fretfully outside Aya’s bedroom door for hours while you’d sobbed into your best friend’s arms, an absolute wreck. 

A bittersweet feeling floods your heart at the memory. No one ever loved you like gran did. 

Aya continues, “I made a decision that day. I wasn’t going to leave. I wasn’t going to run off with a bunch of alphas to live out some fairytale happily ever after and leave you behind. You can blame me for what happened. I get it. If I hadn’t scented you, he–” she breaks off with a sharp inhale.

He wouldn’t have tipped into a rut.

Wouldn’t have fucked you.

Knotted you.

Bit you. 

“You can blame me for it,” she repeats, though her voice shakes and her eyes shine with tears she won’t let fall. “Hate me for it if you have to, so long as you know I’m not going anywhere. You’re still my beta, my best friend. All I wanted was to keep us together.”

Aya waits for you to say something. To forgive or condemn, and you try– you genuinely do, because blaming her isn’t fair, and you could no sooner hate her than you could carve out a lung. 

Only… you open your mouth and there’s nothing. 

The way her expression collapses before she has a chance to plaster over it hits you like a punch to the stomach. 

“Alright, lovely girl. I’ll see you when I get back – four-ish probably, unless we get hit with a late rush. I’ll try and steal some of those mini strawberry cakes to bring home too, I know how much you like them,” she rambles, patting your blanket covered knee and rising to her feet. “Call me if you need anything.”

“Aya–”

Already halfway to the door, she turns, perfect brow arched, “Hm?” Like she’s expecting you to ask for another blanket. Some tea. Nothing wrong, nothing amiss. 

“Love you, too.”

And it’s like the sun coming out from the clouds. Aya beams a watery smile, and quietly closes the door behind her. 

Sleep drags you back under before you hear the front door click. The doctors warned you about that; one of the many charming side effects you’d be subjected to over the next few weeks.

Bond sickness, they called it. An alpha’s bite formed a mating bond, and that bond doesn’t respond well when it’s neglected, say by putting several miles of distance between you and the alpha who marked you. For omegas it can be deadly if it goes on long enough. Alphas have a sense of it, but it doesn’t affect them in the same way. They don’t get sick. For you, it means a month or so of lethargy, aches, low grade fevers and chills, nausea, a veritable shopping list of symptoms that’ll ease and fade as the bond itself does. 

None of that had stopped one of the nurse’s at the hospital from suggesting that, despite the delicate nature of the situation, it might be beneficial for your health if you moved in with Ushijima and his pack until it did fade. 

It was Aya who’d jumped down her throat for that one. 

You were still in shock. Numb–

Except for the foreign, slow simmering anger lodged like a thorn between your ribs. A small piece of you that wasn’t you at all. 

—

Sometime around midmorning, you stir again.

There’s footsteps in the living room, pattering through towards your bedroom. Dancing on the edge of awake, your brain slow and sluggish, jumps to the most logical conclusion. 

“Aya?” 

You expect your door to open, that familiar bloom of lilacs to spill into your room along with your best friend, a bowl of noodle soup from the shop on the corner in tow, the strawberry cakes she promised earlier, extra pillows, coffee, her laptop with your favourite movie already queued up; comfort things she knows will help.

The door does swing open, and neither one of the tall, looming frames behind it belong to Aya. 

“Sorry to disappoint, little beta,” Semi drawls, crossing the threshold like he has every right to be there. “Your girlfriend’s busy, you’re gonna have to play with us instead.”

The blood in your veins runs cold. 

Drawing your legs up tight to put as much distance between you and the advancing alpha as you can, your eyes dart between the two, Tendou lingering in the doorway, fingers drumming against the jamb. 

“I didn’t report him. I’m not going to,” you tell them, clutching at the blankets around you so your hands won’t shake. “I know how it’ll go, I’m not i-interested in–”

Semi reaches your bed. That look he’d had in his eyes back at the stadium, dark, focused, predatory – it’s there again, sharp and gleaming. He’s smirking. 

“There’s no– you don’t need to threaten me, or-or try to scare me–” His knee hits the mattress and your voice jumps to a squeak as he climbs on up.

You squirm back against the headboard. Semi prowls closer. 

There’s nowhere for you to go. 

Tendou’s not so subtly placed himself between you and the exit, and even if you could launch yourself out of bed without Semi catching you – without your head spinning and stomach threatening to upheave – they’re alphas. You couldn’t outrun them on a good day, you sure as hell can’t fight them.  

“Please. You can go. I-I won’t say anything.”

“Fuck, that’s cute,” Tendou shivers, the deep red of his iris nearly swallowed by black. His fingers aren’t idly drumming anymore, they’re digging into the wood, splintering it beneath his grip. 

Inches away from you, Semi suddenly freezes, his attention snapping downwards to focus on something near his right hand. His nose wrinkles, lip curling. “You wanna know what I liked best about the omega?” he asks, lifting his gaze back to you. “I don’t think you really believed me back at the stadium.”

You shake your head. You don’t want to know. If they aren’t here to scare you into keeping your mouth shut about Ushijima, then–

A low, husky chuckle comes from the doorway. 

“When she’d show up smelling like the sea in summer.” 

He strikes hard and fast – seizing your ankle to yank you under him. His mouth finds the soft curve where your neck meets your shoulder and he bites down. Hard. 

Agony washes you over you, chased by fire. 

Panting wildly, your body locks up, arcing against him; against the warmth that crowds you, the hard muscles that cage you, the face now tucked into the crook of your neck, licking at the bloody, oozing wound. 

He’s there inside of you, too. Buried beneath your skin, brimming with smug satisfaction. 

“Bite her and we’ll take her home to the nest. I’m not fucking her here,” he calls over his shoulder, keeping his eyes fixed on you. He pats your hair, strokes your cheek. “Little beta needs her mates, don’t you?”

“Course she does!”

You’re gasping for air that won’t come, trembling, heart beating so frantically inside your chest you worry it’ll give out.

Tendou, bounding over with puppy-like eagerness, jumps on the bed and shoves his fellow alpha out of the way. 

“A…ya,” you rasp, weakly pushing at the large body crawling atop yours. You’re not sure whether it’s a question or a plea, but you get the sense that it doesn’t actually matter either way. 

Semi rolls his eyes – you can feel the flicker of his irritation – while Tendou, pawing at your sleep tee, pushing it up and shoving his face into the soft skin revealed there only groans, huffing at your scent like he can’t get enough. 

“Pretty omega like her? She’ll have her own alphas to worry about,” Semi dismisses, a faint frown marring his pretty face as he zeros in on the bandage over your neck. 

A split second too late, you realise his intentions. 

“No, don’t–”

He rips off the gauze.

Ushijima’s bite is puffy and inflamed. Calloused fingertips drift over the edges of the wound, Semi’s eyes boring into you as you let out a low, anxious whine. As Tendou licks and nips at your chest, working his way upwards, the blond increases the pressure, digging in.

You choke on a cry, pleasure, rather than pain, flooding and overwhelming your senses, and deep in your core, the answering surge of rabid need rips through you so viciously it punches the air from your lungs–

“We don’t fucking share.”

–and you scream as Tendou’s teeth sink into the curve of your breast, claiming you one final time.

[mariaace]

Sweet things they do as your boyfriends (Haikyuu!! Setters)

A/n:I love hq sm y'all don't get them like i do okay? Also these are just half of the people i wanna do, so keep in mind this might have a part two and three💜 i just don't feel like writing these days love y'all<3

Warnings: none

Genre: fluff

Type: headcanons

Pairings: Kageyama, Oikawa, Kenma, Atsumu, Shirabu, Akaashi, Semi, Sugawara

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Kageyama Tobio

Brings you to his practice. He says he 'can concentrate better' when you are around, even tho it's the exact opposite and he is even more distracted because you're there and he doesn't want to mess up. When the leaves and Yachi, he and Hinata stay for tosses he physically makes you stay too. (Show off). He also likes to answer absolutely any questions that you ask him about his tosses and the sport in general.

Oikawa Torū

He always mentions you when some of his fangirls ask about something. Like he would casually slid it in the conversation like the topic wasn't about him instead of you and then the whole convo becomes about you and your interests, habits and hobbies. At this point instead of you the media and his fan girls, come to ask him about you.

Kenma Kozume (x f!reader)

When he is playing a game with a female character he writes your name for them. Yeah, people might think he's a girl, but who cares. If you also like to play games, he would totally like to play on multiplayer with you, and he usually zones out if you are playing next to him, but he would never tell you that, of course.

Atsumu Miya

He would tell his team that he actually isn't very clingy, even tho no ones from the tram actually believed him and the moment he sees you in the audience in the matches, after it's over he's jumping onto you. And that also happens when you two are at school. The teacher needs to separate you two so you can breathe, after that he's pouting all day.

Shirabu Kenjiro

Shirabu likes to do your make up, especially your eyeliner. He's a med student, so his hands are trained to be very still. So whenever you do to do it, he immediately asks to do your eyeliner. Pop onto this boy's lap and hand him the eyeliner, and let hi mdo the magic. You can also ramble about your day while you're at it, just keep your eyes closed, okay?

Akaashi Keiji

He loves reading out to you. Whether that be after a long day that you are tired of, because you just want to finish a book, but you're too lazy, or just if you want to cuddle with him while he's reading. If you also mention some book that you wanted to get, oh he will go out of his way to get it for you. He will sit in a chair and pretend to be reading it until you actually see it in his hands and ask about it.

Semi Eita

Semi recreates your favourite songs. We all know he can play the guitar and that he's a musician in the time skip, so he recreates some songs that you like in different variations and lets you listen to them. If you have any Ideas about how he can do them, even better. Tell him at the second you think of it, he loves your ideas.

Sugawara Koushi

Sugawara can cook like no one else. And no one can change my mind about that fact. As nd he loves doing it with you, it doesn't matter if you know how to or not, he still wants you to be there if you have the energy. He sometimes even puts music as a background and when you two are done you end up dancing in the kitchen together.

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[hiraethwa]

one summer day

04 new dawn. where you learn something surprising about ushijima

<< 03 shining light. | >> 05 saturn i.

pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader a/n: i want ushijima to give me his jacket too, CRYING,,, side note i’m going be to busy in feb so updates will be posted every 2 weeks. thanks for reading! - ave word count: 1.3k warnings: mentions of past trauma terms: gap moe -- when someone has a hidden side that contradicts their usual personality/behavior

march, first year

ever since ushijima and tendo joined you and semi at your home back during the first semester, they have remained a constant presence at your study sessions. the four of you have become an inseparable group of friends, even though you stick out like a sore thumb between the tall volleyball players. you were considered tall among your female classmates, but next to the three of them? just a midget.

“i’m an adopted introvert,” you would explain when classmates ask you about how you became close friends with the ushijima wakatoshi and the oddball tendo satori and the pretty setter semi eita. 

the only complaint you have are the sidetracks from the actual point of said sessions, studying. with tendo and semi arguing over literally everything, it is difficult to stay on track. even ushijima adds in a quip to the banters every now and then, his straight-faced delivery of the infrequent lines making them even funnier. 

that is not to say you did not enjoy the privilege of learning about the different sides of the boys compared to how they were on court. no, you fully delighted in finding out random facts about the intimidating players that other people are not privy to. like how they had gotten you a plushie for your birthday, but it seems like they were more attached to it than you, by the way they greet the plushie whenever they are over at your house. 

today, with your parents being home, you all ended up studying in ushijima and tendo’s shared dorm room, all sprawled out in various states around the coffee table that sits in the middle of the simple room. 

“that’s it,” you announce, notebook flopping down on your face as you laid on the floor. “the words are no longer registering in my brain.”

“maybe if you sleep with the book under your pillow tonight, the knowledge will diffuse into your brain by tomorrow for the exam.” semi jokes from across the room in a similar state of dishevel as the four of you try your best to study for the last exam week of the school year on a sunday afternoon turned into night. 

“would that actually work?” 

“what do you think?” 

“maybe if i take a quick nap, then continue studying” you mumble more to yourself as you turn on your stomach, dropping your face on the floor unceremoniously.

“miyamura-san, it’s almost time for curfew, if you don’t go home soon, you will have to spend the night in the dorms.” ushijima kneels before you, picking up the book that you were covering your head with. 

you pick your head up to look at the boy solemnly, lips set in a pout. “so what? i am so fucked for the exam tomorrow, ushijima” you wonder how studying was going for him.

“you will be fine.” he puts a hand on your head in a gesture to comfort you. 

“you don’t know that!”

“in any case, having a good night’s rest is more important than any studying now.”

“you know, he’s technically right, school is just like volleyball, and ushijima-san is an expert at that.” tendo agrees with ushijima.

you sigh. “help me up then,” fingers wiggling in the air as you wait for ushijima to pull you upright.

if you were not in autopilot mode as you picked your things up and stuffed them in your backpack, you would have heard tendo’s teasing “semi, help me up” pointed at ushijima, followed by an instant flat “no” from your best friend. but your brain was turned off for the night as you pull your shoes on to go home.

“see you later,” ushijima throws to the two boys before he clicks the door shut behind him, gesturing to you. “shall we?”

for the most part, you two walk in comfortable silence under the summer moon. that is, until the neighborhood’s stray cat decides to jump out in front of you out of nowhere. you yelp and grab onto ushijima’s sleeve, startled by the sudden movement. 

he chuckles and much to your dismay (and shock), squats down and starts psps-ing at the orange cat. you are not sure how much gap moe he could be than this image in front of you right now. for starters, you are not sure if you are hallucinating from how tired you are, and secondly, if this is real, you need proof that this ever happened. so you sneakily take your phone out before calling his name innocently and snap a photo of him and the cat before he can react. 

“i’m gonna let that slide.” he puts his hand out in front of him in what looked like an attempt to pet the cat. you aren’t faking the shock on your face as the cat sniffs at his fingers before brushing up against his hand, as if saying pet me.

your jaw drops from the sight, “oh yeah? you don’t seem like the type.” you wanted to pet the cat, but this cat has only ever hissed at you in passing, so you are completely in awe and jealous of ushijima at this moment.

“only for you,” he turns to really look at you, a small smile playing on his lips. and then, as if he sensed the yearning in you, he tugs on your wrist lightly. “here, hold your hand out for the cat to sniff you.”

you listen to him warily, slowly inching towards the cat in case it tries to attack you, “like this?”

he hums in agreement, “and then, you wait for him to decide if you can pet him.” 

surely enough, the cat starts sniffing you, tail brushing against ushijima’s knees. you carefully smooth the fur between his ears, feeling awed for the acceptance. though shortly after, he returns to the boy next to you, rubbing its head against his hand. “he likes you more than me”

“i am a cat whisperer,” he nods. 

you laugh at his words. before you realize it, the words start falling from your lips. “my little sister was a cat whisperer too” 

and as if being doused with a bucket of ice water, you snap back into reality, painfully aware of your admission. your heart thunders as memories threaten to overwhelm you. stop. turn. lock. you picture shoving them into a bottomless box, locking it and throwing the key away until the next time they break free. just as you have practiced for the last 8 years. 

“miyamura?” ushijima looks at you expectantly as you snap back into the present. 

“yeah? i am feeling a little tired. let’s go.” you stand up abruptly, hoping that he won’t ask you about what you just said. that you mentioned having a sister to this boy you just became friends with a few months ago. you haven’t said those words out loud in a long time. you don’t even remember when the last time was.

to his credit, he does not ask any prying questions about the sister he has never heard of. the sister he has never seen. 

you don’t even realize that you were shaking, mostly from reliving your memories, but also shivering from the chilly night breeze until he drapes a jacket over your shoulders. 

“let’s get you home” he states, hands shoved into his pant pockets as he strolls ahead. 

leaving you staring at his retreating figure, brain muddled and heart jumbled. you vaguely remember him grabbing his track jacket and carrying it instead of putting it on before you left shiratorizawa. 

“are you coming?” he turns around to look at you. you hurry towards his familiar aura that encompasses your roughness, as he strikes up another conversation about something random. that night you lie in your bed, staring at the ceiling with paint scars from when it used to have glow-in-the-dark stars and planets taped to it; one question keeping you awake despite your exhaustion – what is it about this boy that makes you feel so safe?

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[kitasgloves]

hi :3

about semi. i was thinking about him being a musician and reader loves music as well but doesn’t work in that, she just loves to sing and play piano but as an hobby and at home. one day reader goes to one of his shows and sings along with the band, it happens that some of the songs semi could hear the fans singing with them and the girl in front of him called his attentions. after the show he tried to find the girl (reader) but he couldn’t. some days later he found out she works as a nurse at same hospital that shirabu works.

idk, this is just an idea that i got. if you don’t want to write about it it’s okay ‹𝟹

Sing for Me

— ♬ The famous musician Semi Eita spots you in the crowd and feels his heart get captured by your singing. He wonders how would you sound like if you were singing his name instead.

— ♬ Musician! Semi Eita x Reader, SFW, female reader, 1.9k words, no beta

— ♬ hello love, i'm so sorry this request was late :,) i hope you love it <33

Your nerves were all over the place when you clutched your first concert ticket to your favorite band. You recently finished squealing and running all over the room, you even Facetimed with your friends only to gush about how thrilled you are to go to the concert that Friday evening. The timing couldn't be more perfect considering your shift at the hospital you worked in ended at five and you have an hour to get to the venue.

During the remaining days, you were giddy. The smile on your face was resilient and you kept humming songs while you did mundane tasks during work hours. You find it impossible to contain your excitement when you're about to see your favorite band perform for the first time. You've only listened and watched them perform through the radios and screens, the experience of seeing them play live wouldn't even compare to anything you could imagine. Especially, you get to have the privilege of hearing Semi Eita sing in person.

You swooned and sighed. The charming rock star Semi Eita captured your heart when you heard him through a bar's speaker one time during college. Ever since then, he's been your favorite musician. You've sung countless songs by him on your piano at home that you're certain your family is sick of you. There was something irresistible about his voice that beckoned everyone in the crowd to sing with their heart out.

The weekdays have passed with a breeze, you were naturally patient albeit excited for Friday. Your co-workers remarked how you were rushing to get your tasks done around the hospital, some laughed and teased you for being a teenage fangirl. One of the doctors you're friends with, Shirabu Kenjiro, rolled his eyes at you

"His songs aren't even that good"

You turn to him with a dark glare and he freezes on his spot, he takes a mental note not to repeat that, ever again. Eventually, you clocked out after your shift and hurried home to prepare. You had to look your best for your first concert ever! So, you adorned yourself with your most stylish outfit and strategically did your makeup.

You arrived at the venue thirty minutes early, there were already people swarming around. Your heart thumped with nervousness as you looked at the people with their respective groups, but you smiled when you noticed how excited they were to see the band play live. One of the groups was friendly enough to invite you over to their group and have a little chat and even exchange contacts.

When the lights went dim and the band members began walking on stage one by one, you believed you were the first to scream. The audience begins to chant but completely loses it when the frontman of the band, Semi Eita, walks in. There was a dashing smile on his face as he looked at the crowd, everyone, especially you, felt their knees go weak.

"Wow, a lot of people here tonight, ey?"

Semi chuckles through the microphone and the audience falls into a series of squeals (yours were probably one of the loudest). When the drummer starts the beat and the guitars and bass follow, the crowd goes wild. Semi flawlessly sings the first song of the lineup and immediately, everyone begins to sing along. You're convinced that the musician is some sort of siren, enchanting everyone who hears him to sing with him.

Tears were gathering in your lashline while you sang along to the songs with all the passion you could muster. You used to sing along to them in your home but now you're singing with them live. You feel like you could pass away peacefully. You were by the barricade near the stage and you could see the band perform in all their glory. But all you're focused on was Semi. His two-toned hair and dark outfit, coupled with his smudged eyeliner had your heart near cardiac arrest. God, he was handsome.

The band was about to perform the last track on their lineup, and the crowd didn't disappoint with the consistent cheers. You feel like your voice is about to break from screaming and singing too much. But you pushed through just to sing along to the last song.

Semi Eita eyed the audience with particular interest. It never fails to make his heart swell with delight and pride to see everyone singing the songs he made with passion. However, what he didn't expect to find in the crowd was a girl with her cheeks flushed with pink and her voice was astonishingly louder than the rest of the crowd. The musician's heart skips several beats. His eyes were glued to her figure within the sea of people, he watched her sing along to him with emotion that was enough to make him speechless. Semi's voice wavered as he missed a couple of chords while playing his guitar. He couldn't hear his voice through the massive speakers anymore, all he could hear was you.

The musician wondered how would it feel like to hear your voice sing his name instead. Shit, he's dying to get yours. You were beyond captivating and you've succeeded in capturing both his attention and heart. The way you looked at him during the entirety of the last song made his skin feel so hot. Fortunately, nobody complains about his stuttering performance at the end of the song. He bowed down to the crowd along with his bandmates and thanked the audience for coming to the show.

Semi raced backstage and found one of the security personnel that was stationed in front of the barricade near the stage. He hastily asked them if they had seen you, and he described to them your appearance.

"Oh, she left with her group the moment you guys left the stage"

They replied. Semi bites back a curse as he stares at the emptying venue, his eyes can't spot you anywhere. He sighs heavily as he walks back to the dressing room with a dejected face. Weeks have gone by yet you haven't left the musican's mind. You've haunted his dreams with your voice and filled his daydreams with your flushed face and smile. Semi felt disappointed that he wasn't given the chance to get your name. He wanted to shake your hand, tell you how beautiful you were singing, or possibly ask you out. Semi buried his face against his hands and groaned. Why does he fall so easily?

You couldn't stop blabbering to your friends and family about your experience during your first concert It was spectacular and you got to know new people too! It was an experience you won't forget. Currently, you're back at work assisting Shirabu with a patient. You took your lunch break after that. Shirabu returned to his office to finish his remaining paperwork when he received an unexpected phone call from his upperclassman back at high school. He raised a brow and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Hey, are you free this weekend? Tendou wants to have a night out with the Shiratorizawa alumni"

"Hm, I'm not sure. He's back in Japan?"

"Yeah, he wanted to see us"

"Heard you had a concert at our city, Semi"

Shirabu hears Semi chuckle on the other line.

"Let me guess, you didn't attend?"

"No, I hate your music"

"Liar. Anyways, I wanted to tell you something"

The doctor places the call on speaker and settles his phone on his table as he continues his paperwork. Shirabu was planning on letting Semi yap while he listened half-heartedly.

"There's this girl I saw during our concert. She looked so...fascinating. Somehow, I could hear her voice amongst the crowd"

"Uh-huh...and what did she look like?"

Shirabu rolled his eyes and skimmed through his paperwork, he couldn't care less what Semi was about to play next.

"Um...she's got this stylish outfit on with fantastic makeup. She has [Hair color] hair and [Eye color] eyes"

Semi describes on the other line, dreamily. Shirabu pauses and puts down his papers. He furrowed his eyebrows and leaned back on his chair. The girl Semi was describing seemed familiar. Suddenly, there's a knock on the door, and your head peeks in.

"We need you in room 505"

You told him urgently before closing the door. Shirabu picks up his phone.

"I'll call you later, I'm back on duty"

"Okay, dude"

It was when Shirabu reached the elevator that he realized that the girl Semi was describing was you. He shakes his head with a smirk when he reaches for his phone to text Semi and tell him his dream girl is working at his hospital. On the other side of the city, Semi almost drops his drink when he receives Shirabu's text. You were a nurse working at the same hospital that Shirabu worked at! Talk about luck and coincidence. Immediately, Semi types back a response with an excited look on his features.

Finally, your grueling shift was over, and you were prepared to pass out at home but Shirabu waved his hand over to you before you left the building. You crossed your arms and groaned.

"What the hell is it Kenjiro? You know my shift is over"

"Wait at the hospital entrance for five minutes, you'll thank me later"

You watched with puzzlement as Shirabu walked away. What kind of cryptic command is that? You frowned and decided to do it since it aroused your curiosity. It was dark outside the hospital entrance as you waited as instructed. A few minutes later, a figure gently approaches you. With your squinted eyes, you try to identify them. They don't look like any of your friends. The stranger looked like a man with a tall build. He's wearing a dark hoodie and charcoal pants. He could pass off as a thief if it wasn't for the colorful bouquet in his hands. As he got closer, your heart came to a screeching halt with the realization of his identity.

"Semi Eita?!"

Semi stops a few feet in front of you to place a finger on his lips, signaling you to be quiet. You blushed and slapped a hand against your lips. He gives you a timid smile and takes off his hood.

"Hi"

"He-hello"

"You're [Name], right?"

"Yes"

The musician takes a step closer to hand you the flowers, you are equally confused and flustered by the gesture.

"What are these for?"

"Oh, well...I saw you during our concert a few weeks ago and you just caught my eye"

You think the lights were playing tricks at you because you see a hint of red on Semi's face.

"And...and I couldn't stop thinking about you. I liked hearing you sing along with me, your voice sounds beautiful"

"Oh my god, thank you! This is a lot coming from you out of all people"

You smile and the musician melts then and there. Your heartbeat races with the compliment as you clutch the bouquet close to your chest. Semi takes another step forward until he is close enough to reach for you.

"I couldn't find you after the show but thankfully an old friend told me you worked here"

"Oh, Shirabu! I didn't know you two were old pals"

You chuckled as you connected the dots. You took a mental note to thank that grumpy doctor later.

"So, [Name], I was wondering if you're interested in going out for dinner tonight"

"I would love to, Eita!"

You couldn't believe your lucky stars when Semi offered you his arm for you to take. You squealed internally as you linked arms with the famous musician on the way to his car. Semi's heart flutters at the sound of his given name leaving your lips, it sounds like a melody he's never heard before. The musician smiles as he feels your warm presence next to him, he'd like for you to sing his name more.

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MICO Playlist-

I love this guy, figured he needed more recognition. So, I hope you all will check him out, because seriously, I love this Album, and I listen to it enough that now I've just come up with a story for each song :) [Coming 1/9/25] TV- (Semi Eita x Female Reader)

The one to fall-

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glhf<3-

HOMESICK-

Senses-

Tears in your eyes-

What you're not-

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"Harmonious Encounter"

➻ SYNOPSIS : You and Semi discovered the unexpected harmony that could be created when two different worlds intersected in that quiet moment, amidst the lingering echoes of the guitar's newfound tune.

➻ PAIRING : semi eita x musician!reader

➻ GENRE : highschool setting, can be seen as platonic or mutual pining relationship

➻ CONTENT WARNING : female implied reader, possible grammatical errors ahead

➻ WORD COUNT : 591 words

a/n: eyyyo!~

On a warm morning, the sunlight filters through the curtains into the classroom as the president distributes the notebooks back into their respective owners. Among the exchanges of notebook, your notebook and Semi's notebook were accidentally swapped. The notes of an academic subject now rested in the hands of a musician, and a musician's world found its way into the possession of a volleyball player.

Semi was the first to notice the mismatched notebooks. Rather than waiting until the end of the day, he decided to use their volleyball break to return the notebook to you. He excused himself from the court and made his way to the music clubroom, nodding to his teammates.

As he walked in, he noticed you sitting on a stool, cradling a guitar in your lap. A dissonance of out-a-tune sounds emitted from the strings, indicating that your a beginner, and attempts to master the instrument. Your fingers fumbled over the frets, leaving smears of red where the strings had bitten into your skin.

Semi announced his presence by gently knocking on the doorframe. You abruptly jumping into your seat, with ears flushed with surprise and embarrassment at being caught in such a vulnerable position.

"Um, hi," you stammered, hastily setting the guitar aside and wiping your fingers onto your skirt.

Semi gave you a reassuring smile as he reached out the notebook. "I think our notebooks got swapped during class."

Your eyes peered down on the object in front of you, your eyes widening in realization. You accepted your notebook with a grateful smile, your fingers brushing against his in the exchange.

"Thank you so much," you said softly as you went to your bag to give his notebook back.

Semi's gaze wandered to the guitar lying on the guitar stand. "Do you play?" 

You peered over your shoulder at the question, your expression shifted from gratitude to a sheepish admission. "Well, I'm trying to learn. But I'm not very good at it yet."

Semi picked up the guitar, his fingers deftly tuning the strings. "Mind if I give you a few tips?"

You blinked in surprise. "You know how to play the guitar?"

He chuckled. "A bit. My sister taught me."

Semi sat down on one of the available seats beside yours and helped you position your fingers on the frets correctly. He showed how to pluck the strings, his fingers moving with grace and fluidity. You looked at his hands with a mixture of fascination and embarrassment, your fingers attempting to mimic the movements.

The notes from the guitar transformed from a discordant jumble to a tentative melody under his direction. Your fingers grew more secure, and the strings no longer left marks on your fingertips. Your fingers felt at ease than before and grew comfortable on the instrument.

"You're a natural at this," Semi remarked with a smile.

Your ears flushed with a mix of pleasure and surprise. "Thanks to your help."

An unspoken connection formed between the two of you as your fingers brushed against each other while adjusting the strings. Their brief meeting turned into an unexpected bond, fostered by your mutual love of music.

You admitted before Semi leaves, "I actually play the piano."

Semi smiled. "Maybe one day, we can jam together. Guitar and piano."

The thought made your heart skip a beat. "I'd like that."

A smile crept onto your lips as memories of melodies enveloped you, weaving their emotive melody through the fabric of your soul, accompanied by a comforting twinge of feeling in your stomach.

[millenialfanfictionaddiction]

🪶 Being Karasuno's Manager 🪶

Miss Manager Secretly Dating Semi Eita

Semi Eita featuring Karasuno x Female Manager

Warnings: kissing, Swearing

AN: This is an Anon request!

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I know I say this alot

But I really mean it

F you YN 🖕🏻

Jk I adore you 🥺

But really...

Not only are you the manager of Karasuno but you just happen to be dating Semi Eita

As in a setter for SHIRATORIZAWA 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻 👏🏻

It's always hard seeing people living your dreams 😪

*le sigh*

Anyways let's get to how you two love birds met

It definitely was at the prelims

You know the ones where Seijoh beat Karasuno 👀

Yeah we won't talk about that

But you definitely caught the eye of many guys during the tournaments

Seriously walking to the water fountains to fill up bottles is an occupational hazard

I mean all those eyes on you 👁👁

It was more than a little awkward 😅

But it was your job and we succeed at our job!

You had filled up the waterbottles and were trying to carry them back to the team

Key word: TRYING 😅

It's like when you go grocery shopping and you want to carry all the bags in at once

That's you with two large holders filled with waterbottles

You managed to get a quarter of the way before you realized this plan was not conducive to your situation

That is 👀 until a certain silver/blonde haired setter showed up

"Hi there! Looks like you could use some help"- Semi, a literal angel sent from God

"Oh hi! Umm yeah that would be great!"- you

"I'm Semi Eita. Nice to meet you"

"I'm YN"- 😁

"Oh I know"- semi 😏

Ok then 😀

Mans will literally pick up both crates and carry them to the gym for you

He walks and talks with you like he's not carrying a combined 40 pounds of water and plastic

Once you hit the gym, Tanaka and Noya's senses tingle

Seriously they know your every move

Once they see you walking with Semi, ohhh boy 😅

You👉🏻 👋🏻😍

Semi 👉🏻😏

Tanaka and Noya 👉🏻 🏃‍♂️ 🏃‍♂️ 😡😡

"We got it from here pretty boy"- Tanaka says yanking the crates from Semi

"Be nice! He was just helping me!"- you defending Semi

"Come on YN. Let's get back to the team"- Noya, grabbing your hand

You turn around to issue an apology to poor Semi and mouth a "thank you"

The man winks at you

winks 😉

You die 💀

After that day, it was pretty much set that Semi was your man

He managed to track you down and ask for your number

Don't be stupid YN give it to him 😤

You text frequently and hang out when he's free

Seriously the man takes you on the cutest dates too 🥺

Freaking beach picnics

TO THE ZOO 🐅

When he asks you to officially be his girlfriend, you are over the moon 🌙

It's almost like you forgot you managed Karasuno YN 😫

Needless to say, it doesn't entirely hit you until you are coming face to face with actually battling Shiratorizawa at the finals

You really thought you could simply 🌠 ignore 🌠 your problems didn't you YN?

Well too bad for you

I don't feel one bit sorry for you!

Jk I do because your life is about to get way more complicated 😅

In fact, complications start as soon as you arrive at the finals

You are helping to set up when Shiratorizawa walks in

Your eyes go to Semi while his eyes lock on you 😍

Seriously he's so whipped we love it 👏🏻

It's actually Suga who catches you smiling at Semi

Suga 👉🏻😐😑🤔

Hmmmm that's strange...

After that, you go to fill up the water bottles again

Thankfully you've learned and do multiple trips 💅

Semi just happens to sneak away and finds you

Mans seriously has a hard time keeping his hands to himself!

"I missed you"- semi

Seriously 😫😫😫

"Semi what if we get caught? I'm pretty sure Suga already suspects something"

Before you can say more, Semi is kissing your nose and assuring you it's ok

Seriously I love when guys do that 😭😭

It in fact, was not ok

"You're right YN. Suga does suspect something"- Suga, standing in the hallway trying to look authoritative

You 👉🏻😳😵

Semi 👉🏻👀😅

Semi 👉🏻😐😑

"Suga please I can explain"- you

"She's with me"- Semi says snaking his arm around you

Ok then 😃

Suga just narrows his eyes at you 😑

"Come on YN. Let's go"- Suga, oddly quite

Quite Suga equals scary Suga 😅

"I can walk her back"- Semi interjects

You 👉🏻🧎‍♀️🍿

It's about to go down!

Suddenly Daichi and Asahi pull up

Uh oh 😬

"Suga, YN come on! The games about to- " Daichi, stops suddenly to see Semi with his hand on your waist 🤨

Asahi just stares 😳

"Whats going on-"- Daichi

"Oh YN!! Are you coming sweet mama??"- Noya

Double uh oh 😬

Noya stops and his eyes lock to Semi's arm around your waist

He loses it 🤬

Asahi has to grab him before he mauls Semi

Meanwhile, Tendo and Reon pull up

What is this a convention?

"Oh Semi Semi!"- Tendo

He and Reon stop and they look straight at you 👉🏻👁👄👁

Well this is going great

"Oh my god! I'm dating Eita ok! There is everyone happy!"- you finally losing your cool

They all gape at you, including Semi 🤣

"Well, you guys are all making a big deal out of nothing"- you

"YN why didn't you just tell us?"- Daichi

"He better not be hurting you!"- Noya

"More like YN better not hurt him"- Tendo 😑

"Ok that's enough! Semi, have a great match! I'll see you after the game!"- you say grabbing the water crate and walking away

Everyone just stares at you 👁👄👁

The whole game, Karasuno watches you

They aren't mad but they will fight Shiratorizawa if they try to recruit you 🤣

When Karasuno wins, you are both excited and sad 😔

You congratulate your team and then go to console your man

Your hug makes him feel a million time better already YN

Karasuno will probably struggle knowing your dating Semi

But don't worry, their memory span is short

Just enjoy your time with Semi YN 😍

[icyhottodo178]

What you and your boyfriend do on Christmas Eve- Haikyuu

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧’𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚: 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚 𝙗𝙮 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙧 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙢𝙚. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙤𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙖𝙞𝙠𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚. 𝙃𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙮 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮𝙨!!

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨: 𝙁𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛, 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨, 𝙛𝙚𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧, 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨, 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙖𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙨.

𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙨: 𝙆𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙤 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤, 𝙔𝙖𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙞 𝙏𝙖𝙙𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞, 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞 𝙀𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙊𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙪 𝙈𝙞𝙮𝙖

𝙒𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 1996

Kuroo Tetsuro: Going Ice Skating

For your date on Christmas Eve with your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsuro, you decided to head to the ice skating rink as you both headed onto the ice once you both had gotten your skates on. You glided across the rink with Kuroo hand in hand as you smiled while the gentle breeze hit your face and you were having a great time. It had been some time since you last skated on Christmas but you were having fun doing it again. You let go of Kuroo’s hand as you glided alone and you launched yourself into a series of impressive jumps while Kuroo clapped.

“Wow babe. That was beautiful. You’re so graceful on the ice,” Kuroo said to you as you chuckle in response at his comment and you kissed his cheek. Kuroo decided to do some tricks of his own as you watched him twirl and jump a few times, clapping at his impressive moves. It was nice skating with your boyfriend as you skated side by side, holding hands, the silence comfortable and warm. The twinkling lights of the rink made the scene even more beautiful as you were having a great time with Kuroo and you broke the slight silence between you both.

“You know it’s nice to skate with you and after some time of doing it for a while. I’m glad to have gone skating with you for our date, Tetsu. I’ve enjoyed it,” You said to Kuroo who nodded in agreement as he squeezed your hand, his gaze lingering on your face on your face and he pulled you closer to him before he kissed you on the lips. You kissed him back as you both had stopped skating and held each other’s hands before you pulled away from the kiss, a small smile appearing on your lips. You both skated off the rink as you sat on the bench to take off your skates and put your trainers on while Kuroo did the same.

Once you gave back the skates to the person in charge of the ice rink, you both headed to the cafe where you could see a slightly long line but there weren’t too many people so you didn’t have to wait too long and you both joined the queue as the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the cafe. After a couple of minutes you both had gotten your drinks as you found a small table for the two of you and you sat down while Kuroo sat in the chair across from you. You took a sip, the rich, creamy goodness warming you from the inside out as you sighed at how good it was and Kuroo took a sip too, enjoying the drink. As you sat there, sipping your hot chocolate and enjoying the comfortable silence, you knew this was a date you’d cherish forever and always. This date with your boyfriend was one of the best as you hoped you could go on similar dates in the future.

Yamaguchi Tadashi: Watching a movie

You were busy choosing a movie to watch with Yamaguchi as you finally picked one to watch and your boyfriend entered the living room with some popcorn for you both. Yamaguchi joined you on the couch as he gave you a small bowl of popcorn while he held his and you pressed play to start the movie using the television remote. It was Christmas Eve as the sun had set half an hour ago and you both had finished eating dinner together when Yamaguchi suggested that you both watch a movie together before going to bed. The lights had been turned off for a better movie watching experience as the movie soon began after a few minutes and your eyes were glued to the screen while you absentmindedly place popcorn in your mouth to eat.

Yamaguchi chucked quietly as he knew how focused you’d get while watching a movie or television series since you didn’t want to miss a single thing that was happening on screen and he found that bit about yourself cute. Yamaguchi turned his gaze back to the television screen as the movie was at the part where the male lead was talking to the female lead after they had met for the first time and it reminded him of the first time he’d met you which made him smile at the thought. Ever since he met you for the first time, Yamaguchi had always admired you for being smart, funny and helpful to others as he eventually got the courage to speak to you and soon you both started to go out to dinner or to grab a cup of coffee together until one day after three months Yamaguchi had asked you to be his girlfriend. Of course you said yes as you two became a couple and you both had been dating for almost a year now.

“You know this is a great movie and the scene where the male lead meeting the female lead reminded me of our first meeting,” You said to Yamaguchi as you had paused the movie with the remote and you turned your gaze to your boyfriend who nodded in agreement. Yamaguchi smiled as he loved spending time with you and this movie night on Christmas Eve was something that he believed would become a tradition between you both. Yamaguchi placed his small bowl down on the coffee table in front of you both as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close to him and he kissed you on the cheek.

“Yeah I thought the same thing. Let’s continue watching the movie, yeah? I want to see what happens next and I’m sure you do too,” Yamaguchi said as you nodded before you pressed play once again and the movie played from the scene it was on, your gazes were focused on the scenes happening on the television screen. After an hour had passed, the movie was over as you had fallen asleep during the end credits and Yamaguchi turned off the television before he fell asleep. This had been a wonderful Christmas Eve as Yamaguchi was looking forward to spending the next one with you and Christmas with you. You both cuddled closely together as you snored softly and the atmosphere was very quiet as well as comfortable for you both.

Semi Eita: Decorating the Christmas Tree

You opened a box full of ornaments to decorate the Christmas tree with as you take out a snow globe ornament before you place it onto the tree whilst Semi hangs some silver tinsel onto the tree and he helped you hang some of the ornaments on the Christmas tree. This was an activity you loved doing with your boyfriend as a Christmas song was playing on your phone and you enjoyed doing little activities like this on Christmas Eve. Once the ornaments were on the tree, Semi took out some Christmas lights as he placed them on the tree and he smiled at how colourful the tree looked with all of the decorations.

“It looks absolutely beautiful. Don’t you agree, Eita? Now there’s one last thing left and then the tree will be complete,” You said to Semi who nodded in agreement at how beautiful the tree looked with all of the decorations on it as you took out a gold star to put on top of the tree but you couldn’t reach the top properly so Semi helped you by picking you up and you place the star on top of the tree. Semi put you down afterwards as the tree was finally finished after forty minutes of decorating and you’d have to admit that this was one of the best Christmas trees you’d ever seen. The colourful lights, the silver tinsel and everything else about the Christmas tree made the room full of Christmas spirit as you gave Semi a high five to commemorate the achievement you both had managed to accomplish. It was hard work but it definitely paid off as you were very proud at how the tree looked after it had been decorated by the two of you.

“We did a great job decorating the tree and it looks wonderful. Now we’re ready for Christmas tomorrow. Merry Christmas my love,” Semi said as he pulled you closer to him before he kissed you on the lips and you kiss him back, pulling away after a few seconds later. It was fun decorating the tree on Christmas Eve with your boyfriend as you were looking forward to Christmas tomorrow and how your friends would react to seeing the tree since you both were hosting a Christmas party which was something you were very excited for. Now that the tree was decorated it was definitely going to make people gaze at it in awe and you both were proud at how the tree looked.

Miya Osamu: Baking Christmas Cookies

You had been busy baking with your boyfriend, Osamu Miya, as you both had finished placing the trays into the oven and Osamu was finishing up on the icing for the cookies while you had the sprinkles ready. Christmas music had been playing from your phone as you had a Christmas songs list prepared and you hummed along to some of the lyrics to the song that was currently playing. You watched Osamu making the icing as it was red and he set the bowl down once the icing was complete. The sound of the timer ticked away as the cookies were currently baking in the oven for twelve minutes, six minutes had already passed since the cookies had been in the oven baking.

You absolutely loved cooking and baking things with Osamu as it was your favourite hobby to do since it was a way for you to relax your mind but it was mostly because of the fact you liked to try new things to bake or cook. Osamu also felt the same way as he enjoyed cooking or baking things and sometimes you both would spend time baking things together which was always a blast. The timer dinged after the remaining six minutes were up as Osamu had his oven mittens on and you opened the oven door before you stepped back so that Osamu could take out the tray. Once he had taken out the tray, you closed the oven door as Osamu places the tray down onto the counter and he takes off the oven mittens, putting them off to the side.

“Now that the cookies are done we should wait a minute or two before we begin to decorate them,” Osamu said as you both waited for two minutes for the cookies to cool down and another Christmas song began to play after the last one had finished. After the two minutes has passed, you both got to work decorating the cookies with icing and sprinkles as this was your favourite part to do once the cookies were done. The cookies were soon completed as they had been placed onto a plate and you both clean up the kitchen which takes fifteen minutes before you both headed to the living room with the plate of cookies.

You both sat down on the couch together as you both took a cookie each before you bit into them and you hummed at how good the cookie tasted. Baking was a great thing to do on Christmas Eve as it was a favourite activity that you both enjoyed and the results of the baking was always so satisfying. Making Christmas cookies with Osamu was the best as you enjoyed it so much and you were definitely going to make this a tradition between you both.

𝙎𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙢𝙖𝙨 𝙀𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙨 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙚𝙣𝙟𝙤𝙮𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙙𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙘𝙚𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙄 𝙝𝙤𝙥𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙗𝙚 𝙄’𝙡𝙡 𝙙𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚.

𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 @icyhottodo178 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛𝙛 𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩 𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚!! 𝙋𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙤𝙪𝙩!!

[ninapi]

Save me (Semi Version)

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Premise: Semi never thought he would find love where his insecurities laid deep, he never thought someone so broken could be so full of love, he never thought he needed to feel loved as much, until he met you.

Word Count: 3589

Chapter 1: Where are you?

Your first year of high school ended just as quickly as it started.

Cutting your hair as a sign of liberation, you tackled your new school with strength. When you left home you made sure not to bring any accessories or makeup, not even civilian clothing. All you brought with you were comfortable things to lounge around your room while studying, some chapstick and books. Your mindset was completely different this time around. You didn’t want to be considered the ‘cute girl’ of the class. You didn’t want people bothering you and definitely didn’t want to deal with more abuse. So, from day one you did your best to be recognized by everyone for who you truly were, someone smart, responsible, trustworthy, strong.

All the teachers had their expectations set high for your future, you were a promising and capable young woman, a true Shiratorizawa.

If only you didn’t lock yourself in your room every day and were more social, it’s their only complaint.

You were reluctant to even make friends, patiently waiting for next year when Tobio would be back in your world. However, you ended up making one regardless, a soft-spoken girl sitting two spaces away from yours in class. Everything terrified her and she just reminded you of your old self, thinking how nice would have been to have someone by your side to lighten your burdens. You found out she was also very smart and better than you in your least favorite subject. So she became your friend after a couple of study sessions, naturally.

You can’t say your first year of high school was bad. True, you didn’t leave your dorm, not even during summer break. But you made a friend, and the school was very impressed by your performance.

Your parents would visit you often and you were content with how safe you felt in your dorm. No one around to bully you, no one who would know who you were or what your past was like before coming here.

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Finally, the day you’ve been waiting for so long came. The entrance ceremony for the first years.

You waited by the hall where the ceremony was taking place, looking around eagerly for your raven-haired friend. But you couldn’t find him among the herds of new faces.

You went to the boards outside the first year pavilion, hoping to see his name and in which class he was in. But you were too late, they had taken them down already.

And so, the day you were waiting for so long, sucked.

You had an idea; he would definitely be going to the gym after class. The entire reason for him to go to this school being the famous volleyball team.

So, you headed over there once you finished picking up your stuff for the day.

Girls were swarming around the entrance, a view you were already pretty used to by now and it made you nauseous, bringing memories you wished to bury deep inside the confines of your brain.

Opting for a safer option, you wiggled your way in between some foliage trying to look through the tiny windows from the back of the gym. You weren’t trying to be a creep, all you wanted to do was see if he was in there and see if it was or not worth it to wait for the coast to be clear to go in, that was all.

But a stray ball went out of the back and you were spotted by a member of the team who looked incredibly disgusted by how creepy you looked camouflaging yourself in a berry bush, face plastered on the dirty window full of cobwebs.

“Get your ass here right now. You should know girls must stay by the doors. I won’t tolerate this behavior.” Semi grabbed you from the back of the collar of your shirt, like a puppy dog being held by its mother, and threw you inside of the gym, making at the entire team to look at you in confusion. “I caught another member of the Ushiwaka fan club snooping on the back like a creep.” a what? you blinked at him in disbelief, scoffing at the man. “I am no such thing! I just needed to check something!” you grumbled, trying to fix your uniform. “Oh wow, (L/N)-san? Didn’t know my class president was your fan, Ushijima-san. You really have it all, don’t you?” Shirabu chuckled in partial admiration. Ushijima himself was quietly observing the situation, he didn’t know much about all those girls pilling outside, but he's fairly certain he hasn’t seen you around. To this, he remains quiet, holding a ball in between both of his hands, slightly annoyed at the outburst halting his practice time.

“Shirabu-kun? I didn’t know you were in the volleyball team, that could have save me all the troubles….but hey! I’m no one’s fan, I don’t know what you are…OH, Oh my god, Ushijima-san as in Ushijima Wakatoshi from the national team?” you turned around looking for the trophy-man himself.

“See? What did I say? So, the creep was there by the back window, perving on his thighs or something when I found her.” he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment, “Excuse you? I was not perving on anyone’s thighs, ok? I do know who he is. Who doesn’t? That doesn’t mean I came here to stare at him like a creep in some bushes. I came here looking for someone, but the entrance was full, and crowds of fangirls are terrifying…” the last part came out more like a mumble mess than an actual definite answer, it was clear to them you were no creep, well to everyone but Semi it seemed. “Oh yeah? And who might that be?” quirking an eyebrow, he thinks he’s won. “A first year, Kageyama Tobio. I didn’t see him at the entrance ceremony, but he is a genius setter, his goal was to come to this school to join you, so I just assumed he’d be here.”

A genius setter? This spiked Ushi’s curiosity, not like his team needed any more setters but that would be interesting. So he approached you, the entire team dropping what they were doing just to stare at their captain who never seems interested in anything but practice, “I didn’t hear anything about anyone else joining the team, but you are welcome to sit over there by the towels and wait, maybe he is just running late.” with a short nod, he pointed towards the bench he was referring to, “Thanks. I appreciate you not making fun of me like the rest, I kindda see why you have so many fans.” you smiled up at him before going to sit on the bench quietly as instructed.

To him, it wasn’t big deal. He was interested in this new setter you were talking about, and he was sure you weren’t creeping on him, you didn’t even know he was actually there to begin with, so he didn’t think anything about it. His team though could even write conspiracy theories about this very moment.

A girl was sitting inside of the gym, without being one of their managers. And she was there by captains’ orders. The same captain that can’t distinguish his mother from any other woman in the crowd. This day would go on history books.

Semi on the other hand was upset. Why was he giving you special treatment? They should just kick you out, it was clear to him you were nothing but a creep, but no one would dare to say anything to Ushijima, specially if a girl was involved, this had never happened before, they would never interfere for the worse.

A few balls reached your feet during their practice training, you happily returned them to their respective owner, handed some clean towels to those in need and Mr.clueless captain even gave you a bottle of water, since you were probably tired of waiting by the bench, causing gasps among his peers. The team was becoming quite fond of you in a very short amount of time, an unprecedented day to remember.

But Tobio never came. Did he change his mind? It’s not like he promised he would come to Shiratorizawa, but he was very sure of himself when he said he would. You were losing hope and your face was showing it by now.

It was time to go home and there were still no signs of him yet, seeing your crestfallen expression, Ushi called out one of his newest members, “Goshiki, do you know this Kageyama? Is he in your class?” his deep voice startled you back to reality, making you go up from the bench, staring at the youngster with sparkly eyes, “N-no, sir! I don’t think I’ve even seen his name registered with the rest of the first years.” so he didn’t come this year. You wondered what happened, you lost all your contacts when you desperately changed your number, so it’s not like you could ask him, but seemed like he really wasn’t coming.

With a long sigh, you grabbed your school bag and headed for the entrance, “I’m sorry for all the troubles I caused today, and I also thank you for your kindness.” the last part being directed straight to Ushijima’s eyes, “I’ll be going now!” you turned around and left for your dorm. Even without Kageyama you’d be just fine. You missed your friend, you wondered how he was doing, worried he would still be having a hard time with the fellow volleyball players. But you were fine, maybe one day you’d see him again.

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Friday came around and everyone in the team noticed their captain glancing at the entrance every now and then. They knew what was going on even if he didn’t know what had him so restless.

Tendo who clearly knew what was bothering his teammate tried his luck, “Hey, Shirabu. Do you know if your class president was able to find her setter friend?” both Ushijima and Semi’s eyes were on the younger setter, making him uncomfortable. “We don’t really talk, so I wouldn’t know.” the air just got even more tense, Tendo regretting his decisions.

Ushi had failed three spikes in a row and the team was now more annoyed than anything else. “I’ll be right back.” being benched gave him a lot of free time, and he just knew what the problem was, he needed to do something or he wouldn’t be allowed in the court to practice today at this rate.

You joined the gardening club as the school was forcing second years to join any club of their interest, this being part of their school norm. Not like you had a strong passion for plants, but it was a relaxing way to spend your afternoons. There were only other three members in it, and they all had their own side projects. You decided to study seasonal plants, taking care of them all during the entire year to see how they looked like when they weren’t in bloom, right now you were taking care of some hyacinths, adding some nutrients to the soil when a familiar face spotted you crouching down by a large flowerbed.

“Come with me.” It’s all he said, holding your arm tighter that you would like. You were going to retaliate but decided against it, wondering what he could possibly want with you. Even with his death grip you could see some softness on the way he was looking at you, sadness possibly. “Are you ok?” he blinked at you wondering what could have caused such a random question, “Why do you care?” you hummed quietly, looking ahead, your eyes distant, “I don’t even know your name, but if you ever need to talk to someone, you know where to find me.” a small smile fully in display for him, making him fluster, “Yeah, playing with dirt.” his side comment made you laugh, the sad look on his eyes leaving momentarily.

He brought you into the gym with him, the rest of the team starring at your disheveled self. Dirt was covering your P.E uniform, a small shovel in one of your hands. Nobody dared to say anything at all.

“Alright she’s here now. Happy?” letting go of your arm, Semi goes to pick up some of the discarded balls laying around, making himself useful. “Um, hi guys.” your nervous little laugh and wave felt like someone had kicked Ushijima on his balls. His chest tightened in an awkward way and he got to the conclusion that he probably jumped too high and pulled a muscle, that had to be it.

“So, class president. Seems like our team here is very interested in your personal life. They wanted to know if you found your friend the other day.” you didn’t really like Shirabu, his snob comments always annoyed the hell out of you in class, his sourness becoming infectious. “My name is (Y/N), not class president. Not sure why you need to know this, but no, seems like he went to another school.” having all these men staring at you was making you feel anxious, you brushed hair out of your face with your dirty hands, forgetting what you were doing just a few minutes ago with them.

Some unknown force was controlling Ushijima’s body. He doesn’t know why, or how, but he was now standing in front of you, wiping some dirt out of your cheek with his thumb. The rest of the team now blurring in the background. What was that?

Semi, was even more annoyed than usual, was that what was going on here? He suddenly hated himself for being so self-indulgent, if he would have known this is what it was about he wouldn’t have gone to get you, even if that meant loosing practice for a day. It was strange how he despised you the day he met you but with just one sentence you managed to go through his steel barrier easily.

“Alright, your questions were answered. If you excuse us, I gotta return the little gardening mouse to her club.” ignoring Ushijima’s piercing gaze, he grabbed your wrist, a lot gentler this time, pulling you along. You waved at the rest of the team with your shovel, smiling on Ushijima’s direction. The sandwich he had for lunch suddenly wanting to come out, was he sick? Was that why he’s been so off? Not like some random bug would stop him from practicing though. He didn’t miss again during the entire practice, but he could swear he was definitely sick and would have to stop by the pharmacy on his way home.

“What was that about?” you asked Semi, who was letting go of your wrist now but still walking with you, “Don’t know. I guess they all liked you. Our managers don’t really interact much with us, so they were probably missing your attention.” he nodded fully aware that all they wanted was to help their captain understand what being a teenager felt like, this piece of information was definitely not necessary for your survival so he decided to keep it to himself.

“So…what’s your name?” you tilted your head while looking at him, holding both of your hands behind your back. “Semi Eita. Third year. Former setter of the team, now I’m more like a pinch server.” you hummed in acknowledgement, carefully looking how his expression turned darker at the last remark. “(L/N Y/N), second year, president of my class and member of the gardening club.” you poked his belly with your tiny shovel hoping to sway his mood just a bit. “More like a gardening mouse, if you ask me.” giggling, you stopped walking, your flower bed now just a few steps away. “Just so you know, I saw you practice the other day, I think you’re better than Shirabu, he stinks.” you gagged playfully, waving him goodbye.

Was he that obvious? How did you notice that’s what has been bothering him?

He went back to the gym, the ghost of a small smile gracing his face. Even if he wasn’t needed for practice every day, he always attended, always stayed late, he missed the days he was the main setter, when he still felt like an important part of the team, when he felt wanted. But he was almost an adult now, he had to move on, not like he wanted to continue playing after school anyways.

It felt good though, hearing someone say that about him, even if it was just to cheer him up.

When he got back the entire team ganged on him, Tendo on his face screaming within seconds, “WHY, just WHY would you take her away when Ushi was looking so dreamily at her? Have you ever seen that face on him before?” Semi just shrugged them off, grabbing a ball and heading to the nearest wall to practice on his own, “Not like that's my problem. I took her away from her club activities, had to give her back.” he knew he was being selfish, childish even, without a good reason, but he also had the right to do so. He also had the right to be looked at, even when a brighter star was shining way too close.

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“So how are the flowers coming along?” he was crouching beside you, it was lunch time and he saw you were tending the plants instead of eating, he's been doing that for the last couple of months, just finding you in random places and spending some unannounced time with you, “Well, you see this little stem right here?” he was leaning in closer, definitely in your personal space right now, “This means its alive! They will come out pretty soon. Last week it was way tinier.” you smiled proudly, scratching your nose and leaving a trail of dirt on it. “You seriously gotta stop touching your face when your hands are this dirty, (Y/N).” he took his handkerchief out, gently wiping the dirt away. Your smile just grew turning sheepish, cheeks rosy, kissed by the sun. His heart was beating louder today, he noticed it would do the same every time you’d talk to him. “I know, I know! Maybe I just like it when you clean my face.” you poked out your tongue playfully at him, patting your uniform clean as you got up.

“You look a little less constipated lately. What are you not telling me?” you teased him while packing your gardening tools in the nearby shed. “Nothing, really. I wasn’t constipated to begin with, if I may add.” chuckling you made your way to a secluded area under the shadow of a big tree, your favorite place on the school grounds and he sat down with you on the soft grass, bringing the sandwich he got from the cafeteria out, looking at your neat bento box, full of delicious looking goods. “Do you make your own lunch? Looks like something you’d buy from a fancy shop.” he made you laugh once more, it happens a lot lately, felt weird at first, but you’re getting used to it again, the burn on your cheeks, the flutter of your tummy, you thought you would never feel like this again. “I make it, yeah. I live here, in the school dorms. Can’t really go out…” that distant look in your eyes have been hunting him for a while now, he wanted to know what was making you look this sad and lost “Why’s that?” you didn’t want to answer his question, so you grabbed some omelet with your tiny fork and pushed it in his mouth, trying to distract him. And it did. To anyone walking by you both looked like any lovey-dovey couple, feeding each other and laughing in a secluded area where eyes don’t pry often. “Ok, so this is delicious, but you won’t get away so easily. Why can’t you go out, (Y/N)?” the serious look on his face made you feel guilty, you wanted him to open up to you, so it was only fair that you did the same. “I…my ex, he….” looking down, you lost your words, speaking of him was somewhat a taboo for you. “Hey, look at me.” he lifted your chin gently, a frown now visible on his face, “Did he hurt you?” you nodded just a bit, your eyes not wanting to meet his.

His blood was boiling, he really didn’t understand violent men. He was angry all the time too, but not because of that he went out and about hitting women.

“He….just wouldn’t leave me alone even after breaking up with him. Always calling me and texting me nasty things. So instead of going to Seijoh, where he is, I came here. You can say it. I know I’m running away, but I just couldn’t bare it anymore…” he felt a drop running down the hand that was holding your small delicate face. “That’s not running away, (Y/N). Safety comes first. But I won’t let that bastard hurt you again. If you ever feel like you would like to go out of the school one day you can tell me, I’ll go with you. We can start small, maybe go to the café around the corner?” you couldn’t stop your own tears, you didn’t want to go out of the school, you were honestly still terrified, wouldn’t even venture near the entrance, full of irrational fear, but his invitation made your heart feel so full. He was trying his best to liberate you from the chains that you put yourself in.

Without thinking much, you hugged him from the side, burring your crying face on one of his pecs. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he let you cry. No words were needed, he would give you all the time in the world, even he had to miss a class or two. You looked so happy all the time, so full of life, he never expected you to have such a troublesome past at such a young age. He could relate to the fear and anxiety that you felt, even if his reasons were completely different, he felt like he could understand what you were going through, and he knew how awful all of that felt.

Once you stopped crying, he stuffed his sandwich on your face, startling you. “Not as good as your omelet, but you gotta eat something before next class starts.” biting a corner of his sandwich, you brushed your tears away, gifting him an adoring smile, “Only if you eat some of it too.”

The two of you finished both the sandwich and your lunch, sitting under the shade, talking about random nonsense while skipping class, his chest becoming your favorite place for the rest of the day.

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