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lujingheswife · 1 year ago
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not a man of words
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summary: he may look a little tough on the outside, he simply just wanted to let out his feelings to someone.
featuring: ushijima wakatoshi
word count: 263
cw: gn!reader, set right after preliminary finals, ushijima looks fine but is actually sad, mentions of ushijima’s past
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after bowing to their opponents, ushijima wakatoshi searched around the gymnasium for someone. his face remained stoic, but the strong urge to let out his defeat was kept in his heart.
“toshi!”
he heard the familiar voice behind him, which he turned around to find you standing not far away from him with a proud smile on your face. “you did well,” you said with a light-hearted whisper.
it was all he needed. in an instant, he made his way towards you who had your arms wide open before wrapping them around his waist in a tight embrace. he had you in his arms, and you both said nothing — ignoring the stares of everyone in the gymnasium hall. you could feel him shaking against your touch, which you soothed him by patting his back slowly.
the ace of shiratorizawa may appear strong, stoic and blunt, no one knew that even someone like him could feel lonely too. raised in a strict household with both of his parents separated since he was a child, he was raised under the care of a busy mother and not being able to meet his father living far away. you were there with him since your first year of middle school; you were there when he needed someone the most; you were his home, his comfort, his emotional support, and his everything.
he may not be a man of words, but his actions speak louder than them.
ushijima wakatoshi did not utter a word, but you knew he was very grateful to have you by his side.
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ya9amicide · 8 months ago
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♡ anime masterlist ♡
pov: your camera roll if you were part of the shiratorizawa vbc.
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kairismess · 1 year ago
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ushijima wakatoshi: your shy secret admirer.
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ushijima wakatoshi had this weird knack for being interested in things, concepts, and people he couldn't exactly understand; and this is where you come in—the object of ushijima's accidental affection, affection he hadn't realized he harbored for you until, after probably three years of tendou pointing out how strange his interest with you was—that was kind of on the level of him loving volleyball... it was like you casted a spell on him to not want anything or anyone else, but to do volleyball and... to see you everyday.
ushijima wakatoshi has a hard time understanding others' feelings, let alone his own. he struggles to show how he really feels about you, so he tries to be subtle and ultimately straight up asks the guys on the team about what it's like falling in love.
ushijima wakatoshi is catapulted into unfamiliar territory; what he understands of 'falling in love' is kind of like that feeling one gets when they receive a perfect spike, or pull off a kickass service ace, or feeling that burning passion that erupts in your chest when you finally realize that what may seem fruitless at first, if you dedicate enough time to it, will yield fresh, ripe fruits in no time—no matter how barren the land is.
ushijima wakatoshi is the barren land in this case; he's the clueless, hopelessly in love, yet unaware of it, loverboy that's so into you. it might be a little ridiculous to say that the super ace ushijima wakatoshi is a loverboy when he's not always that expressive—but if you only knew how much and how often you occupied his mind, you'd be convinced he was as dense as a boulder, because his feelings were so obvious... yet he never realizes it.
ushijima wakatoshi used to be able to only talk about one thing, and it was always volleyball—everything else was the about what the others wanted to talk about, but he never really felt engaged in those conversations... until they were about you. about how cool you were, how interesting of a person you were, and about how... "their eyes always look so full of wonder. it's like... you feel gravitated towards them." "...pretty sure that's just a you thing, wakatoshi." "that can't be right. well, anyway, i'm a bit concerned about the chest pain i've been feeling recently. whenever they come into mind, a sort of... strange feeling rises up my chest and lingers there, i don't know why, i haven't been lifting recently, but—" "wakatoshi, i'm your best friend so i'll just spell it out for you, you're in love, big fella."
ushijima wakatoshi feels the feeling surge up and rises to his cheeks. for the first time in ever... the shiratorizawa boys' volleyball team witnesses ushijima wakatoshi, their super ace, all flushed and embarrassed, red in the cheeks, because of how much he loved you and being confronted with the fact that he did, indeed, love you.
ushijima wakatoshi wanted to do something about these feelings, he didn't want to be burdened with eternal chest pain and a heat in his face that felt feverish, but in a good way, whenever he looked at you, heard you speak, or thought about or even dreamed about you. he wanted to make the first move... no matter how impossible that seemed for him to do.
ushijima wakatoshi no blocks could ever stop ushijima wakatoshi from spiking, nobody could ever stop this man when he was on a roll... except in terms of love, only you could stop ushijima from thinking straight and sending him in into tunnel vision, thinking about and focusing only on you.
ushijima wakatoshi blushes at the notion tendou encouraged him to go through with, clutching the bouquet he arranged on his own with flowers fresh from his family's garden, and with a lump in his throat he could never swallow down. "hey," he says in a low, rumbling voice. the thought of him being scary or intimidating never entered his head—all that he could think of was how adorably tinier and sweeter you seemed in comparison to him; making him love you all the more. he hands you the bouquet, maintaining eye contact with you as the feverish flush came back. "...you're beautiful." he mumbles, the red in his cheeks becoming more and more evident the longer he spent around you. he was whipped for you, he was smitten with you—ushijima wakatoshi wanted to let you know... "...and i love you."
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hiraethwa · 11 months ago
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the collection - one summer day
pairing: ushijima x reader summary: where you did not expect to fall for shiratorizawa's future ace warnings: slice of life, strangers to friends, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, childhood trauma, swearing, set in 2010 (2 years before the pre-timeskip events), maybe some smut, best friend!semi, (did i mention angst??) a/n: rewatching haikyuu which has inspired me to write again after 5 years of break... this is going to be a long ride so buckle in folks! thank you for your support! tags: send me an ask to be tagged!
return to the library
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/.volumes
࿐ 00 guidepost. ࿐ 01 clear skies. ࿐ 02 fly high. ࿐ 03 shining light. ࿐ 04 new dawn. ࿐ 05 saturn i. ࿐ 06 saturn ii. ࿐ 07 sun and moon. ࿐ 08 to be human. ࿐ 09 disconnect. ࿐ 10 epiphany. ࿐ 11 star-crossed. ࿐ 12 shoot for the stars. ࿐ 13 hello, tokyo. ࿐ 14 crescendo. ࿐ 15 wake-up call. ࿐ 16 chasm. ࿐ 17 light.
coming soon ࿐ 18 hiraeth ࿐ 19 homecoming ࿐ 20 moon and back
fin./
status: ongoing
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loveushijima · 4 months ago
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ushijima bf hcs!!! like how would he be as a bf?
thank youuu!! <33
ushijima wakatoshi as your boyfriend!
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fluffffffffffff, clueless ushiwaka | female reader
a/n: hi pookie bear im so sorry but i have no idea how to write headcanons so i hope this is acceptable n i did ur request justice <3 😭 also not proofread!
Let’s start from the beginning:
Ushijima would not understand that his feelings for you are more than just platonic.
In the beginning, Ushijima would see you as a great friend to have.
But overtime, he would start to feel weird. The slightest touch you give him would send electricity all over his body, he’d memorise your daily schedule and subconsciously alter his path so he’d be able to bump into you more, and he’d take notice of the way you smiled or the way you put your hand up to cover your lips whenever you laughed.
He thought your smile and laugh were beautiful and contagious, why would you ever feel the need to do that?
Ushijima wouldn’t think much about it, he’d brush it off as him treating you nicer because you’re one of his only girl friends.
Tendou, however, isn’t that dense.
Tendou took notice of the way whenever something reminded Ushijima of you, he’d immediately ask out loud, “I wonder if she’d like this…” or, “If she was here right now, she would probably enjoy this very much.”
He sighs, his friend is not very adapt to his own feelings.
Tendou has a loooooong conversation with Ushijima before Ushijima finally realises that his feelings for you aren’t purely platonic.
“Wakatoshi-kun, do you get butterflies in your stomach whenever I lay a hand on you?”
“No.”
“Do you ever think my smile is beautiful and contagious?”
“…not really.”
“Ouch. But there you go, Waka-kun!”
“Ah.”
Ushijima isn’t the type to beat around the bush and get shy and blushy once he comes to terms with his feelings. Actually, he would be the type to not confess to you at all in case the confession completely ruins the friendship. But with Tendou’s relentless peer pressure, Ushijima eventually gives in and asks if you’d be available to meet around the dormitory buildings one evening after all classes at Shiratorizawa Academy has ended.
There, he confesses.
“I have feelings for you.” He confesses��� rather bluntly.
“Oh?”
“Yes. I would rather we just pretend this did not happen and go back to being how we normally were before this confession.”
“What???? But you didn’t even let me answer!”
“Oh. My apologies, go on.”
“If you would’ve let me talk, I would’ve accepted your confession! Idiot.”
Ushijima blinks in surprise and lets a small smile spread across his features.
“Thank you for accepting my confession.”
Now, Ushijima Wakatoshi as a boyfriend:
You would 100% be his first girlfriend, so please be patient! Whatever he says or does that gets on your nerves, he promises he means no harm — he’s just super oblivious.
Canonically, Wakatoshi is very well-mannered and polite. The epitome of a gentleman.
However, sometimes social cues fail him and his low emotional intelligence can be the death of him. Sometimes he can appear too blunt or aloof.
“Gosh, how did I fail this test?”
“I think you did not study hard enough. Try harder next time.”
“😡.”
He genuinely thinks he’s giving you constructive criticism and helping you out but in actuality, all you wanted was a listening ear.
There are certain things you have to be upfront with Wakatoshi about, such as certain wants. Wakatoshi is an upfront person himself, so as your boyfriend he’d be more than grateful if you just communicated your feelings to him straight up with no filter.
Setting all that aside, he tries so hard for you.
“So when I say, ‘Oh noooo, I failed a test!’ What are you supposed to say, Toshi?”
“I can’t believe you failed. That damned professor did you so wrong. The school system sucks.”
“Yes!!!!!!!!!” And you kiss him all over his face after his new and improved response. He smiles and leans in even more.
Wakatoshi’s love languages would also definitely be Acts of Service and Gift Giving.
He isn’t a man of many words, so he tries to make up for the lack of poetry by showing you his love, through his gestures. It could range from the bare minimum such as holding the door open for you, pushing your head gently onto his shoulder if you were nodding off to sleep, or whenever you’re both walking on a path beside an open road with traffic, he makes sure you stand safely inside and he stands on the side nearer to the road.
Or, it could be things more evident to show you he loves you. Such as making you bento boxes from scratch (all the ingredients fresh from his farm, of course), letting you wear his jacket if you get cold and blushing because of how cute you looked in it, or sometimes just being present with you. During the weekends, if he doesn’t have volleyball training and you have some errands to run, he offers to follow you and help run some of the errands on your list to make your life easier — it warms your heart but you always decline and tell him, “You don’t have to! I can do all this myself, Toshi. How about you just keep me company for the day while I run these errands? I would love to hear more about that match you played last Friday against that one school!”
He loves you so much.
As I mentioned before, Wakatoshi is not a man of many words. So, he would definitely enjoy the idea of gift giving very much. It doesn’t matter what you’re talking about, it could be the manga you and Tendou were currently reading together or how many different types of rice you could name, Wakatoshi listens to every single thing you talk about.
And he remembers.
Wakatoshi walks up to you one Monday morning, a bag in his hand and his normal aloof expression on his face. He hands you the bag and you look up at him confused. You open up the bag and gasp loudly, beaming ear to ear as you pick up the box from inside the bag. It was a figurine of the main character in that manga you and Tendou were reading. You jump into Wakatoshi’s arms as his aloof expression turns into one of fondness. He could stay in that position forever if God wills.
Remember the bento boxes Wakatoshi would make for you? He’d 100% remember your favourite type of rice and use that specific grain type for your bento boxes.
Wakatoshi remembered all the small, funny and mundane things about you, but sometimes that’s all you need. Everyone always remembers the exciting and thrilling things, like that one time you shop-lifted or that one time you got into a disciplinary case. Wakatoshi felt like a breath of fresh air from all the chaos. It felt nice to have someone remember your favourite flowers, or your favourite type of rice.
It’s a type of love that’s so innocent and pure, and sometimes that’s the best kind of love.
Wakatoshi would also definitely share more about himself with you than he has with anyone ever. He would tell you about his father leaving, his left-handedness being his mother’s biggest shame in life, and if he ever feels overworked or burnt out at times with volleyball. Wakatoshi was never one to moan and groan about his problems, but he just felt so safe with you, as if he could tell you anything and you’d still be there with him every step of the way. He felt so, so safe with you.
He’d want you to tell him about your problems too if you are ever facing any troubles. He wouldn’t force it out of you but of course he hopes that one day you’d be comfortable enough to share more about yourself with him. Wakatoshi really wants to know more about you as the relationship progresses more.
Wakatoshi is definitely the type of boyfriend who’d walk you to class in the morning and back to the dormitories in the evening. He’s a busy student — being the captain and ace of the volleyball team and juggling his academics was no easy task, but he always makes sure to accompany you whenever he has free time. Wakatoshi could spend just 5 minutes with you and he’d already be in a better mood after chatting with you.
The Shiratorizawa Volleyball Team Year 1s™ thank you for your service, as ever since their captain has gotten together with you, he’s become better vocally during trainings and so much more approachable. Of course he’s not hooting and hollering across the gymnasium, but he actually mumbles out a small “Nice kill.” now if impressed by one of his members.
One time Wakatoshi told Goshiki that his serves that training session were good and the junior swore he heard angels singing and he almost ascended to heaven on the spot.
You definitely brought out the best in Wakatoshi, and he loved you for that.
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samoankpoper21 · 6 months ago
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MTL to date a plus size person - Shiratorizawa Academy
A/N: This is a REPOST!! I didn't like how the first one came out so I decided to revamp, rewrite, and edit, edit, edit this post. Took me forever but we finally made it y'all 🥲 Again these are based off of my opinion/what my gut fupa tells me 🤣 I am also writing from a chubby!/plus size! POC reader POV. All of them are aged up/of legal consenting age. Also in celebration of the fact that the Haikyuu! movie hit theaters in the USA yesterday!! Enjoy~!!
Content Warnings: some cursing, suggestive smut, fat shaming if you squint really hard, small mention of someone attempting to unalive themselves
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Ushijima Wakatoshi: I don't know why but I FEEL IN MY GUT that this mans loves him some THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQQQQ women. He's a big boi so he loves him a thiccccc partner. He loves squeezing your love handles and playing with your thighs, it's his stress reliever. The softness of your skin when he kneads it with his rough, course hands instantly relaxes him. You got cellulite? He doesn't care. Got stretch marks? Baby he'll kiss and trace 'em. Fupa? UGH HE LOVES THE PUDGE. One thing he cannot stand is how sometimes you let society's beauty standards dictate whether he should be with you, he finds it frustrating how you get lost in your head and start comparing yourself to the women you see via ig. He's always encouraged you letting you know IF your weight really bothered you then he would continue to support you by being your gym partner. Regardless please let this man continue to support you physically and emotionally because he will. The sound of the TV only served as background noise, Wakatoshi's head nestled on your tummy as your left fingers ran through his hair, your right hand holding your phone. You were scrolling through instagram a flurry of women similar in age popping up on your feed toting their tiny waist, wide hips, huge tits, and even bigger ass. Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! It was Wakatoshi's dm's going off. Staring in amusement at his sleeping form you chuckled. How could he sleep through all of that? Switching into his account you figured maybe it was Tendou sending him pictures from Paris. He had tons of unopened messages from women, his requests way past 50+. The most recent sender caught your eye, your eyebrow arching up, a slight frown forming. It was from a former classmate named Hana, your memories of her unpleasant. Regardless of the fact that she knew you and Wakatoshi were together in high school she still tried to get him alone, persuading him how much of a better partner she would be instead of you. Back then Wakatoshi just ignored her blatantly telling her, "I'm with Y/N." You clicked on her profile silently gasping; you hated to admit it but she looked amazing, her pictures garnering thousands of likes and comments. Most of her profile were pics of her showing of her "natural body" from working out, the men in her comments thirsty. You tried to switch back to your account but the phone slipped causing you to quickly catch it before it hit your face. Letting out a sigh of relief you glanced at your screen semi panicked, you had just opened Hana's message. >>Wakatoshiiiiiiiii (7:35:06PM) >>Wakatoshi heeeeeeeyyyyy (7:35:10PM) >>I'm talking to you (7:35:20PM) >>I know you see my messages Toshi-kun (7:35:40PM) >>Wow you're really going to ignore me? (7:36PM) >>You're really going to ignore me for that fat bitch 🤣 (7:36:15PM) >>She doesn't' deserve you (7:36:25PM) >>You deserve to be with a REAL woman (7:36:40PM) >>Sends tit pic (7:37PM) >>Like what you see baby? (7:37:20PM) >>Let me take care of you like a real woman should (7:37:35PM)
Love? you hadn't realized Wakatoshi stir in his sleep. "O-oh Ushijima." He frowned at the use of his family name, noticing you averting his gaze. "What's wrong?"
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to it's just your notifications kept going off like crazy and I thought it was Tendou sending you something-" Wakatoshi gently peeled the phone away from your hand peering at the screen, his frown deepening. He sighed typing out his reply: 'Hana, I do not appreciate you sending me such pictures and calling the love of my life, my wife, 'fat'. I suggest you take anti-harassment classes or cyber bullying classes. Don't ever reach out to me again. P.S. A real woman knows that she doesn't always have to resort to using her body to get a man." After he sent that to her, he blocked her, closed his eyes, and deeply sighed. "Ushijima, are you...are you mad at me?"
"I can never be mad at you love. Frustrated, yes. You aren't calling me by my first name or the other names you call me."
"O-oh." you nervously chuckled. He sat up pulling you against him so that you were straddling him, his hard cock pressing into your clothed pussy causing you to gasp. His hands were softly running up and down your thighs, he leaning forward so that your foreheads touched. "Y/N," his gruff baritone voice called out. "I only have eyes for you. I just wish you saw yourself the way I see you."
"I do baby! It's just that sometimes," he shifted his hips causing a delicious friction taking your breath away making it hard to concentrate. "I-I get discouraged when I see -ngh- pics like that." He was kissing the sensitive spot on your neck that he knew would make you weak, submit to his desires. His right hand was squeezing and kneading your thigh, the left gripping your ass. "You are all I need. Rolls and all. I wouldn't have it any other way." Chuckling you kissed the tip of his nose, Wakatoshi's hips never faltering in the way it rolled against your aroused cunt. "I love you Toshi." "I love you too."
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Tendo Satori: There's something aesthetically pleasing when you see a big girl/guy with a skinny/lean/muscular partner 😊 It just works okay? Again I feel it in my gut that this man LOOOOOOOOOOOOVVVVEEESSS THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIQQQQQQQ WOMEN 😊 He's had to learn/adapt on his own to ignore the scrutinizing, judgmental stares due to him being a monster he has a monster cock there's no persuading me of otherwise so when he meets you being confident in your skin and owning the fact that yes you are "fat" he can't help but fall for you. ⚠️UNINTENTIONAL MANGA SPOILER⚠️ Satori becomes a chocolatier in Paris. When it comes to sex he's mid key heavy on the food play: he loves drizzling chocolate, white chocolate, whipped cream, or caramel on his partner's thighs, tits, and tummy; loves watching you squirm as you watch him slowly lick all the sticky, sweet ingredients off his favorite meal. "Ma chérie," he purred. "I made a new recipe and would love for you to try it."
"Of course love. You know I can never resist your chocolates. What's the occasion?"
"Valentine's Day is around the corner and the baker wanted me to create a small chocolate snack with a...punch." Punch? Knowing Satori he wouldn't outright tell you what that 'punch' was. "I hope you're not trying to kill me this time love."
"Never that ma douce," He kissed the top of your head as he set a saucer of small, dainty, assorted chocolate squares in front of you. "Enjoy." He smirked. Taking the milk chocolate you popped it into your mouth savoring the sweetness as it melted; you popped a dark chocolate square moaning as the sweet, strawberry jelly like custard gushed into your mouth. "Mmmmmmm mon bébé these are sooooooo goooood."
"Careful now love," He cooed with his back turned to you. "Those are aphrodisiacs." You nearly spit out the third piece you were on. Fuck it. "Is it working?" He asked shyly. You couldn't deny the embarrassing amount of wetness that was gathering in between your legs, your body heat rapidly rising. "Love?" Your quietness caused him to worry, turning around to find that you were no longer sitting at the table, your shared bedroom door slightly open. "Love?" Poking his head inside slightly he smirked to find you panting, lying on the bed naked with your legs spread, your sweet essence already dripping on the sheets. "Oh lo lo lo, so it works hmm?"
"If you don't shut up and fuck me right now Tori."
"Of course mon petit monstre."
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Semi Eita: I'm not gon lie I kept overlooking this man but my gut kept going back to him. I am convinced that this man likes his women chubby 😊 Random but I saw this youtube short where they were simping over Semi's hands and I have not been the same since 🤣 His aloof nature allows him to tell people off when they disrespect you or if he feels that you are uncomfortable; however his aloofness is also his downfall sometimes 😅
Admittedly you didn't have the typical build of a body guard, standing at 5', 2" weighing at 250 pounds the academy doubted you: how can this fat chick be able to protect someone? Will she be able to withstand and withhold big crowds? You proved that despite your short height and heavy build you were strong, resilient; the academy calling you Little Ox. The academy had assigned you and 2 other male guards, Yuuji and Rito, to assist a famous band, the lead singer scoffing at you. "This puny thing is supposed to keep the crazy fans away?"
"Don't doubt her Kaku-san" your teammate Yuuji defended. "She has skill and talent, made it fair and square like the rest of us."
"Tch. Just make sure she doesn't get lost in the sea of fans." Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you took note of the shaved headed drummer named Namio, the long haired bassist Kouki and the stoic, handsome, guitarist Semi with headphones around his neck.
As the band made their way through the airport from South Korea, fans immediately swarmed towards them pushing and shoving trying to get through. One intimidating look from you and an extension of your arm caused the fans to slow down, Kaku's eyebrow raised. Yuuji flanking from the back smirked at Kaku's reaction. That reaction was short lived as you noticed an individual moving at an intense speed towards the group from your direction. "Little ox!" Yuuji yelled. Everything happened in a blur: you hit the assailant's forearm knocking the knife out of their grasp, pulled them towards you, threw them over you shoulder slamming their body down, your knee to their back twisting their arm pinning it. Everything went quiet except for the assailant's labored breathing. "Let me go! Let me go!" he screamed.
"Y-N chan! Are you ok?" Rito asked.
"I'm fine. Oi!" you gently slapped the side of the assailant's head. "I'm giving you one minute to explain yourself. After the minute is up I will break your arm."
"I'm not talking to you! You just got lucky to catch me!" Your hold on his arm tightened and twisted further as you continued to count down. "59...58...57...56...55..." the assailant screamed, cursing at how you're hurting him.
"L-let him go." Kaku pleaded. Kaku shivered at the cold, distant expression you gave him. "45...44...43...42...41...40..." She truly is a monster Kaku thought to himself.
"29...28...27...26...25"
"Aaaaaaaaaaagggghhhhh! This is all Kaku's fault!"
"Oh?"
"Ever since that stupid guy announced he was dating that celebrity my sister has been so depressed! Are you really okay with one of your fans dying?!"
"Oi, did Kaku-san hold a gun to your sister's head and tell her to die? You think hurting this man will help your sister? She needs professional help. You're just trying to find someone else to blame because you don't want to help. Stop living like this." The man broke down sobbing, you sighing. "Rito -."
"Security's beside you Little Ox." Turning slightly you nodded your head easing off of the sobbing man, grateful that Rito, a man of few words, was always a step ahead.
"Y-Y/N-san-" Kaku began."
"Please refrain from intervening. That'll make my and your job easier. You asked whether I was able to protect you guys, withstand a crowd? This is enough proof right?"
"Y-yes."
"Rito! Yuuji!"
"Yes!"
"Let's continue shall we?" the walk to the van was quiet, Semi taking note of your full figure: your blazer a bit tight around your middle section, the way your love handles poked out, your ass sticking out of your black slacks. He sensed the dominant aura emanating from you the moment he laid eyes on you but found it thrilling to experience how much of a hold you had over your teammates. Semi isn't one to be submissive but he knew you could be submissive and that made the blood rush to his cock. He couldn't help as his imagination ran wild: you laying on his bed panting in all your naked glory, your tummy scrunching up, begging him to fuck you; Semi's long, thick, calloused fingers from years of playing guitar thrusting into your glistening cunt; Semi grabbing your hips slowly thrusting into you from behind as you pleaded with him to fuck you faster, harder. He needed release.
As the weeks went by Semi would observe you silently: admiring the way you carried yourself, how analytical and precise you were when it came to ensuring the venue they were performing at was safe and that no one could get through. He found himself drawn to you, falling for you. One day before a music show performance Semi found that his feelings for you were overflowing, bubbling over; that if he didn't express how he felt then and now he would go insane. Pulling you to the nearest staircase he trapped you between his arms, your eyebrow arching. "Mr. Semi, why are you trapping me in between your arms like so?"
"If I don't do this now I know I'll regret it for the rest of my life."
"What are you-"
"I like you." You could feel your face heating up as a million thoughts swept through your mind: was I that obvious? Did he catch on? I thought I was being careful with my facial expressions? Did I stare at him too long? His thumb swiped at your cheek bringing you out of your reverie. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?" Biting your lip, tears threatening to spill over, fists clenched, you answered. "Semi-san, if you're only teasing me then I suggest you stop. This is going too far."
"I'm not." He firmly set. Looking up you saw the unwavering emotion in his eyes. You still couldn't believe that Semi had feelings for you, he never showed the slightest bit of interest; always politely saying good morning and making sure to let you pass first, you getting a whiff of his cologne. "But I'm..." you carefully whispered.
"Huh?"
"I'm bigger than you."
"So?"
"You don't mind?"
"I could care less if you're bigger than me. I fell for you not your body." Letting a moment of silence pass he asked, "Wait...do you not like me back?"
"No, no I'm sorry. I do. I like you. A lot."
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Reon Ohira: Much like Semi Semi I struggled (I wasn't trying to be biased what with the community/culture I grew up around). He's literally the fine, thin line holding one from crossing into the least likely to date a plus sized individual - it may be because the anime doesn't really focus on him 🥲 or the fact that I don't know much about him 🥲😅 If I'm wrong please tell me 😅 In regards to Reon it's a loud, low hum when it comes to him; like I feel that he would appreciate the fluffiness of a plus sized individual. He's known to be the person to calm the team down/center them so I can imagine that his partner would be a little feisty in comparison to him.
Standing in line for a funnel cake you and your husband Reon Ohira were merely enjoying each other's company, conversation ebbing and flowing smoothly. Standing on your tiptoes you pouted. "Babeeee," you whined. "What's taking so long?"
"Well hunn we're at a carnival. There's bound to be a long line for sweets." He pecked your forehead and continued to stare ahead. Taking this time your eyes slowly swept over his features: prominent brows, sharp nose, pointed ears, tanned skin, the veins snaking down his forearm, the intricate design of it on his hands always turned you on. You were about to stand on your tiptoes again to whisper something raunchy until a hard bump against your shoulder caused you to stumble. Turning quickly to catch the offender you yell out, "Hey!" Ohira, arms snaking around your plump waist already trying to steer you in, calm you down. The man turned around to stare at you blankly, phone in hand. "Maybe you should get off your phone while walking."
"Sorry. Must'n have seen ya."
"How the hell you miss my big ass?"
"Babe," Ohira hissed. The man smirked and agreed. "You're right, how could've I missed someone taking up so much space?" Ohira lengthened to full height booming, "I don't appreciate you talking to my wife like that. I understand that you have your own preferences but disrespecting my wife is unacceptable." The murmurings of the crowd caused the man to feel uncomfortable, his face turning beet red. "Tch." He swiveled around and stomped off. "Are you okay love?"
"You know I coulda handled it."
"Absolutely not. Someone disrespects you they're disrespecting me."
"Okay daddy." You smirked knowing the effect that word alone had on him. Feigning innocence you snaked your arms around Ohira's waist, making sure to press your boobs against the lower part of his chest tightly so that it would push up against him, looking up at him with doe eyes. He groaned when he saw how big your eyes were. "Behave bunny." he warned.
"What are you talking about? I am behaving." You pressed yourself tighter to him pouting, making sure to "adjust" your chest, Ohira's grip on your waist tightening. "Do I need to fuck that attitude out of you bunny? Smirking you answered with, "After we get that damn funnel cake."
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stargirlstabber · 6 months ago
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imagine asking kenjiro shirabu to do your eyeliner. as a doctor he has, of course, very still hands and that's perfect to do these annoyingly difficult lines. so you just sit there, perched on his lap, as he gently holds your face with one hand while the other was occupied with drawing your eyeliner.
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duxearlier · 7 months ago
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PUPPY LOVE
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Goshiki Tsutomu x Reader
Summary: y/n and Goshiki were best friends since childhood, both of them always stuck by one another and were there when the other needed to. It has been years since both of them saw each other in person due to y/n moving away. But once y/n got back, they are once again unspeakable. Though that is until Goshiki introduces y/n to the team and they get close to one of the members for his liking. I mean, he has always been in love with y/n but was he truly enough for them?
Warnings: Swearing, yelling, teasing, suggestive themes
Genre: childhood friends to lovers, angst, drama, fluff,
Taglist: open
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PROFILES
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
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i-literally-cant-with-this · 7 months ago
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A/N ::: YOU GUYS. You guys. I feel like this is one of the hottest fucking things I've ever written. I've been so strung out on Ushiwaka from Haikyu!! lately - like, literally. I think about him while I'm working. It's fucking absurd (I realize this). But I have tried to write something for the last 3 days. Maybe 4 or 5 different tries. And then I heard this AMAZE-BALLS audio today and it's like the damn stars aligned. And here we are, friends. I hope you like this.
C/W ::: Wakatoshi Ushijima x F.reader (chubby reader - because I fucking said so). It's kinda cheesy. But my god. I'd do almost anything to have this man standing before me. Also, I don't want to get into this shit because I'm lazy tonight. If you were tagged and didn't want to be tagged in Haikyu!! stuff you're a dumbass. Just kidding! Tell me and I'll make a note of that somewhere. If you want to be tagged in future writings of this nonsensical whimsy, send me a message and I'll make a note of that somewhere. So ...
MDNI AFTER THE CUT PLEASE AND THANK YOU.
WC ::: 1,072 (about 2 3/4 pages).
Can't stop thinking about Ushijima.
Thinking about him kissing you so softly, despite being so much larger than you. He handles you like you're fine china. Like you'd break if he were any more thorough. The way his hands roam the dip in your waist, how they seek out the soft warmth of your belly pudge.
How he runs his hands down the lower half of your back and suddenly grabs your ass and hoists you up onto the front of his body.
It happens so quickly that all you have time to process is how you're practically being held up by his cock. Like a little ledge you're resting on. So precariously.
How you're grinding against it as he holds you close, how he's nipping at your ear and muttering about how good you feel so close to him.
You moan and lean into his touch as you rut against him. Your hips pretty much doing their own thing. You can't help it.
His breath against your skin - just the way he  breathes  on you is making you irreparably wet.
And then suddenly, he's moving you again. Carrying you, really. To the bedroom. He lays you down gently, hovering over you.
He pulls back just long enough to take off his shirt, and you realize it's the first time you've seen him like this. With wild abandon in his eyes, staring you down as he begins to unbutton his jeans.
You're practically panting at this point. Your cunt throbbing with the need to be filled. And then it's there. 
Ushijima's cock.
You'd seen it before, but never up close. It's so thick and veiny, and you're a little scared of how it's going to fit inside you, but you want it more than anything.
He climbs back on top of you, kissing you again, his tongue searching yours out as he slowly,  so slowly sinks into you.
You gasp and moan as he fills you up, stretching your walls in a way you didn't know was possible. It's just on the edge of painful, but the pleasure that radiates through you from having him inside you is enough to keep you from pulling away.
Even if you wanted to, he wouldn't let you go anywhere. His grip on your smaller body is nothing short of a pleasant vice. And he's not even holding onto you with all of his strength. You can tell.
Ushijima starts to move inside of you, and you feel yourself melting under his touch. He's fucking you with a gentle urgency. Like he wants to savor every thrust but also desperately wants to release this pent up craze within him.
You're getting lost in the rhythm of his movements. The sound of skin slapping skin and the way his breath catches as he fucks you.
The pain from your legs being spread so wide to accommodate his significant body is nothing but an afterthought now. 
You start to feel a warmth building up inside you, and you realize you're going to cum soon.
You try to say something but he interrupts your confession with one of his own. "I want to cum inside you," he whispers, his lips against your ear.
Your eyes go wide at his words, but before you can protest, you feel his cock twitch inside you.
"Wait, I'm not -" But it's too late. He's already cumming. You feel his hot seed filling you up, and you're so overwhelmed that you can't help but cum with him.
Your cunt clenches up so tight around him that he moans and shudders, rolling his hips against yours again and again.
His breathing is heavy, and you can feel his cock hardening against you.
You lock eyes with him, and he looks at you like you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.
He wraps his long arms around you, pulling you on top of him.
You straddle him, taking him inside you again. He's even bigger than before. You sink down onto him, feeling his cum squish out of you.
He starts to thrust up into you, his hands gripping your hips with a newfound possessiveness.
You ride him like this, your eyes never leaving his. You can see the desperation in his face, the need to be connected to you in this way. It's so intense, and it sends shockwaves of pleasure through you.
You lean over and kiss him, your tongues meeting, and he moans into your mouth. You're so close to cumming again, and you can feel him getting close too.
You grip onto his shoulders, holding on for dear life as he fucks you harder and faster. Hitting every spot inside of you that you never knew existed.
He leans up, taking one of your nipples in his mouth and sucking on it as he fucks you.
It's too much. You're cumming again, and you can feel your walls clenching around him, milking him for all he's worth.
Seconds later, his hands are flat on your back, pulling you close to him. He's pounding up into you with a depravity that makes you want to give up every facet of control you have left of yourself over to him.
And then he's cumming again, his seed filling you up even more than before.
He's breathing hard, his face buried in your neck. His body is wrapped around you so tightly, as though he can't bear to let you go.
You feel content. So safe with him. Like you could stay like this forever.
He pulls out of you, and you feel his cum dripping down your thighs.
He smiles at you, and tsks. "Look at this little mess we've made. I'd better clean it up before it gets all over the sheets."
He kisses you once more, his tongue darting out to taste your lips. And then he's down between your legs, his tongue licking you clean.
He's so gentle, so soft, you almost forget how intense it was just a moment ago. But then he's back up, his lips on yours, and you can taste yourself on him.
You fall asleep in his arms, so utterly spent that you can't keep your eyes open.
But you know that you'll wake up to him kissing your neck, his cock already hard and ready for you again.
And you pray to any God that will hear you that this cycle will never end.
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@mackenziebrooks (I hope it's ok to tag you!) @romantichomicide95 (sorry babe, you're in my sights cuz you've seen this!) @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @katkusuo @kazutora-kurokawa @southside-otaku @viburnt @bakubunny (this should be next on your to-watch list, Bunny!) @reiners-milkbiddies (tell me to stop if you only want TokRev stuff!) @trevengersprincess (you can tell me to stop, too, if you only want TR stuff) @hanmaslilslut (taking a shot in the dark here - I saw you posted other Haikyu!! stuff!)
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loveephia · 2 years ago
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you as shiratorizawa's beautiful manager.
content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, shiratorizawa is scary, reader is intimidated, she wants to go home, one scene is a reference to shiratorizawa antics on ao3 (one of my favorite fics!!!).
⚠ warning/s: none.
inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver. | fukurodani ver. | aoba johsai ver.
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h...
hhahaHHahahahHAHAHAHAHA
if shiratorizawa was a circus, you'd be the star of the show :3
coach washijo was skeptical about letting you manage the team since girls would normally just try to shoot their shot with the players
BUT NAH. IF ANYTHING, YOU'RE MORE SCARED THAN IN LOVE.
THOSE BOYS ARE 6FT AND ABOVE. 6FT BEING THE MINIMUM HEIGHT. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???(#?$($
that's a joke shirabu is 5'8"
but round it off to the tenth place and you get 6ft BOOM MATH
you introduced yourself and did your duties properly, trying desperately not to make a FOOL OF YOURSELF.
you were most comfortable around goshiki, honestly
he was your cute underclassmen who craved validation!!
me too
AHEM ANYWAYyy
when you complimented him on his skills in volleyball, bro was over the moon
AND IT'S COMING FROM YOU?? THEIR PRETTY MANAGER?@?@?
he slipped, tripped, did a flip, and malfunctioned on the spot
"is he dead?" shirabu asked
tendō poked at his leg with a stick he found outside, "nope!
...
i think"
moving on,,
shirabu is actually your classmate
he doesn't know why you're doing this to yourself you joined the team, but he doesn't question it
tendō likes to crack jokes with you every now and then, you got comfortable with him pretty quickly too
ushijima is scary. you steered clear of him.
everyone else is too stoic and intimidating to interact with, so you don't have an opinion on them
until late at night in the shiratorizawa common room, they did the spicy ramen challenge.
man. shiratorizawa sure was scary on the court, but once you get to know them, they're an uNHINGED GROUP.
YOU WERE JUST TRYING TO STUDY???
there's kawanishi laughing hysterically at the scene before him
goshiki passed out with drool in the corner of his mouth
semi sweating bullets while trying to eat the remaining noodles
tendō running around the common room to take his mind off the spice
hayato banging his head against the table, already regretting his first bite
ushijima looking PERFECTLY FINE AFTER EATING FOUR CUPS OF 3x SPICY RAMEN.
reon coming back with the milk (he was responsible enough not to join.)
and shirabu who made a mental bet with himself that ushijima would win
what. did. you. sign. up. for.
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© lowercase intended | loveephia
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vampyirr · 2 years ago
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Ushijima’s kinks 🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️
ushijimas kinks
who’s next??
oikawa ver kenma ver
nsfw!
warnings: size kink, manhandling, daddy kink, creampies, praise kink
size kink
we all know ushijima is really big so he loves that your smaller then him. he loves watching you struggle to take his big cock in your little pussy. he loves that you can barley take 2 of his fingers because there so big. and he absolutely loves gripping your waist when you ride him. his big hands wrap around your waist, guiding you to take all of him. you almost always have bruises on your hips because of him
manhandling
goes with his size kink. he doesn’t mean to, most times, but he manhandles you a lot. like i said before you always have bruises on your hips because he grabs you so rough. whenever he’s touching you it’s always rough. it’s just how he is. if your riding him he’s roughly grabbing your chest or hips. if he wants you then he’ll grab and spread your legs. and he definitely rips your clothes a lot
daddy kink
he didn’t know he had a daddy kink till he heard you call him daddy. he didn’t know he had any kinks till you both talked about it. he was fucking you and it just came out. he actually stopped and just looked at you. now every time you fuck. you call him daddy. he just goes harder everytime you say it. if you want to tease him, call him daddy. he instantly gets hard
creampies
he loves to cum inside you so much. he never thought about pulling out once. you did use condoms before but he asked to stop using them. he loves seeing his cum in your pussy. and he definitely does not let it go to waste. he fucks all his cum back into you. if it drips out he pushes it back in with his fingers. he likes seeing your pussy such a mess filled with your cum
praise kink
he’s always praising you. he wants you to feel comfortable and good with him so he tries his best. he knows he’s big so when you struggle (basically everytime) he makes sure to praise you. “you can take it love, i know you can” when it’s too much for you and your overstimulated be tells you soft praises to help stop your trembling. “your doing so good for me.”
a/n: wrote this is 20 minutes lmao
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bby-bo · 2 years ago
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Cafe Cutie
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hey. someone tell the universe to make this happen to me. thanks. 
Summary: Ushijima has a little crush on a girl who shares his favorite coffee shop
Warnings: none, fluff
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Everyday before practice, Ushijima would pick up his iced americano from the cafe down the street. 
And everyday he would see you, sitting by the window with your own drink between your hands. Eyes bouncing around the coffee shop before finally settling on him, and giving him the little smile and wave he so eagerly looked forward to each morning. 
Your smile made your eyes upturn slightly, bright and awake even in the early hours of the day. He loved that about you, and it helped him stay motivated to get to practice early. Ushijima tried his best to notice every little detail about you in the moments you blessed him with those waves, tucking the details into the back of his brain forever. 
Like the freckles that speckled across parts of your face, the dimples on your cheeks and the tiny crinkles by your eyes that appeared when you gave him a soft smile. Like your collar bones tempting him from just above the neckline of your sweater. Or your tiny hands that barely made it around the mug of whatever it was you drank every morning. 
Ushijima swallowed roughly, returning your greeting before quickly turning out of the cafe and trying to conceal the grin breaking its way across his lips. 
It was business as usual for Ushijima the next few days, only seeing you briefly in the cafe before rushing off to practice- but thoughts of you stayed with him. Long hours of workouts were passed in seconds as he imagined you standing next to him in the gym. Watching, with him the center of your attention. Even winning matches felt bitter sweet, because he could so easily picture you on the sidelines, running into his open arms to congratulate him on a job well done.
But unfortunately, Ushijima’s one major shortcoming was communication. His teammates even referred to him as a “volleyball idiot”, whatever that was. 
Sometimes he would give you a small “hello” or “good morning”, but your conversation never went further than that. It was pure torture. He was confident that if you had only been introduced properly that things would be different, but Ushijima knew that he was only a stranger in the cafe to you. 
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“It would not be polite to disturb her peace or approach her against her will.” 
“Dude. Just say hi, it’s not that weird!” 
Hoshiumi honestly could not believe his ears. Not only was Ushijima chatting up a storm instead of warming up, but he was talking about a girl. Ushijima was hardly ever interested in something that had nothing to do with volleyball, and as far as Hoshiumi knew, girls were certainly never on his radar before now… 
“We exchange greetings all the time, that’s not the issue-”
“Ask her what her coffee order is.” Kageyama cut in with a surprisingly normal answer, and now Hoshiumi was sure that he had woken up in another dimension this morning. 
“I didn’t know you were good at this sort of thing. Thank you.” Rising to his full height and turning towards the court with a newfound energy, Ushijima had found his answer.  And two days later, on a Thursday morning, the opportunity arose. 
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You were a bit later than usual in arriving at the cafe, and today you were in line directly behind Ushijima at the counter. He took a deep breath, willing the buzzing in his brain to silence itself as he turned to face you. 
If he hadn’t just taken a breath, he certainly would’ve choked on the next one. You were gorgeous up close, and he was overcome with the urge to stare. Getting himself under some semblance of control, he bowed softly and muttered a soft “good morning, how are you”. Your eyes followed his the entire time, and he realized how much shorter you were. Your neck tilted back to raise your face to his, lips just loosening a breath, before you quickly returned his bow and greeting. 
“What’s your coffee order?” Shit, did that sound weird? It certainly felt weird.
“I get a flat white!” Her smile is so cute… What the hell is a flat white?
“I can’t say I'm familiar with-”
“What can I get for you today sir?” Without even thinking, Ushijima answered the cashier. 
“Two flat whites please.”
You were clearly taken aback, but Ushijima thought your flustered reaction was so sweet. That tiny blush creeping across your nose made the initial awkwardness more than worth it. And Ushijima promised himself in that split second that he would see that blush again, somehow. 
“O-oh I didn’t say that to make you buy my coffee! Thank you so much but I-”
“It was my pleasure. I have a few extra minutes this morning if you’d like to sit with me?” Oh, if Kageyama could see him now. 
Your conversation was short because of his morning practice, but Ushijima finally got your name and your number, which was far more than he ever could have expected for your first real interaction. And as he got up to leave and say his goodbyes, he remembered the little promise he made to himself.
“I hope you’ll continue to let me do this in the mornings, have a good day” 
And that adorable blush graced his view once more as you nodded in shy agreement.
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satorisoup · 1 year ago
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wait... waittttt I JUST FOUND OUT ABT YOU AND I LOVEEE TENDOU <333
can you write a lil something where he makes cute little chocolates for reader but then he gets too scared to actually give it to them, but just as he's bout to leave reader opens up the door and sees him standing there
TYY :))
#SATORIS’ SWEET CONFESSION
#A/N : MMMPHHH i love tendou so much oh my gawd. this is adorable UGH i love him. ALSO OMG ive read ur stuff before and i loved it sm. i wrote a fem reader i hope thats okay.
#WARNINGS : f!reader. timeskip tendou spoilers.
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this was ridiculous. this was absurd. this was absolutely ludicrous.
tendou couldn’t help himself. ever since he met you he couldn’t help but find his heart swelling at even the simplest things about you. you were great friends, but the heart wants what it wants.
your smile leaked a sweetness so pure that no candy could ever come close to comparing. there was something about you that just made you so captivating to tendou. like chocolate. a sweet treat that is just so desirable, you cant help but want a taste, the go to sugary delicacy for any occasion.
even he fell into the irresistible world of chocolatey treats, so much so it became his career. and what better way to see that sweet smile than to give you your very own set of chocolates straight from his hands.
that leads tendou to his current situation. each chocolate perfectly laid in its own paper, decorating the inside of the tin box he had put them in. he was nervous, how pitiful it was that he was doing all of this all for you, who probably wouldn’t return the feelings he had.
but it was done. the ribbon wrapped around the box with a neat bow at the top, here he was standing at your door encouraging himself to make the move.
you were just a knock away. a knock away from him and this damn box of chocolates he spent hours perfecting for you.
this was ridiculous. this was absurd. this was ludicrous.
he sighed at himself and turned on his heel to make the walk of shame away from your door, ready to dwell with his own defeat.
about to take a step, he froze upon hearing the click of your door before it squeaked open to reveal you in the doorway.
“satori?”
there’s really no turning back now. his eyes turned to you along with his body, silence on his end as he just held out the wrapped box.
“is this.. for me?”
“perfect chocolates. for a perfect girl.”
there it was. that smile. the one that seeped of honey and teeth that twinkled like candy.
“well, a perfect girl can’t eat these chocolates, without the perfect boy that made them.” you said.
this wasn’t ridiculous, or absurd, or ludicrous, no. this was perfect.
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keruimi · 7 months ago
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Doubting Her Beauty
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Pairing: Shirabu Kenjirou x reader
Warning: Angst and Comfort
Note: I made this in a rush before I forget this idea so forgive me if he went out of character. I'll try to fix it tomorrow. Hope you all enjoy!
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"Shirabu, your name has gotten famous around the campus again" I heard Reon spoke as I took a drink from my bottle after a brutal training of 8am to 6pm for the upcoming Interhigh.
"Well, Y/n mentioned his name for the third time today, didn't she?" Semi followed suit as I just sighed after hearing her name.
Katsumi Y/n, a long-time admirer of mine ever since we became classmates in our first year of junior high school.
She is a very beautiful woman, no denying that. She was always the school's contender for fashion contests and she mostly won the crown.
A woman who should have a higher standard in men, started to like me for a reason I never knew.
She just like me, that's all.
I can't even count how many times she has confessed to me with the help of her friends.
The confession that became the root of most of the school boy's hatred to me.
One of the reasons why I always hear rumors or dislikes of me.
"Semi deserves the setter position more"
"He has looks but comparing it to the school's countless heartthrob, don't you think he's too average"
"The world is too nice to him"
Those were the words I always hear but none of it really affected me unless I heard it from the person who they thought I hurted.
Semi did show how he is not happy with me taking his position, but he never bad-mouthed me like they did.
And I knew myself better than those students. So I never really cared how many bashers or haters came in my way.
In other words too, I could careless about Y/n's love for me.
Since she already knew how I felt. Love is not my thing and it's her choice if she will continue to pursue me or quit.
And she chose to try swooning my heart. It's laughable on how obvious their envy is, they think I'm turning to be a prideful person because she chose me over many men who like her.
But the truth is, the problem is never me in the first place. It was their jealousy.
One of the obvious reasons why Y/n chose to love me.
I would never stoop that low just to ruin somebody.
Her feeling was the reason why I never degraded myself for anything.
But those reasons never made me love her, but just an appreciation because she showed me too that someone can look at me the same way she did.
Someone can love a person like me.
"Shirabu"
I heard Taichi calling for me and that made me look up to him and saw him glancing at the gym doors, reminding me of the usual routine ever since she entered my life.
I nod before making my way there and saw her carrying a basket of snacks.
She was humming when I arrived before she greeted me the moment our gaze met.
She lent me the small basket along with papers I decided to read.
"I wrote down the lessons that you have missed. I just hope it's not that messy" she said followed by a chuckle as she clasped both of her hands together.
"You don't need to" I muttered before taking the things she brought for me.
"Let me, this is the only thing I thought I could help you with"
A beauty queen with a heart that is hard to read.
Including myself with one of the popular kids is quite a dangerous game to play.
I would never know whether I'm their next target or victim.
Those thoughts were created because I don't trust her.
Not even one bit. No matter how nice she is. No matter how much she shows how special I am.
Because everything feels like it's not reality when I'm talking to her.
She was too good to be true.
I was wary of her, one of the reasons why I can't return her feelings for me no matter how many men wanted me to.
I just don't know her well...
"Thank you again Y/n. I need to head back now, Break ends in a minute" I didn't prolong our conversation more and immediately closed the gym doors when I saw her nod in understanding.
"Eat well, Shirabu!"
Those were the last things I heard from her before I returned back to the bench, along with placing the small basket in the seat.
"I can't see why you can't return those feelings" Tendou exclaimed while muching on the muffins she bought for me as I sighed.
This is a question that I always need to hear everyday, worse, every hour or even minutes.
"I just can't"
"Then are you planning to reject her?"
"Already did"
"Then she is indeed persistent. Do you see yourself loving her even one bit?"
Questions after another, its never ending once begins.
Especially if Tendou is the one asking. No matter how much he enjoys seeing others in pain, that sadistic side of his only applies in the court.
Because the truth was he is the type of person who wants love and recognition from others, so maybe seeing Y/n never giving up on me seems to move his heart a little.
"Do you start to like her, even just one bit?" He repeated his question again in a different word that made me look at him.
"No"
"No?" I don't know if he's playing with me with his shock reaction or plain pure reaction from my answer which he should have expected in the first place.
"What?" I ask him so he can elaborate his reaction better, so I can at least understand what's so shocking about my answer.
"No? Not 'never'? Means there's a chance you would grow feelings for her right?"
I was taken back from his statement that made me bombarded my mind with different thoughts.
"I can't predict the future, right?" Those words left my mouth without further thinking as I heard him laugh.
Since who really know what fate lined up for me after all?
Her constant visit never stops unless she has an upcoming pageant.
Her loss of presence never bothered me much but my teammates constant loud gossiping, especially Tendou who leads those childish actions, did.
But somehow I'm thankful that he's constant nagging never fails me to remind me of her presence.
That's the only way left to show my appreciation to her for being supportive of me.
I cared, but it was never love on my part. Until that constant denying made me look at her like a sister.
Which I know is so wrong in her part when she saw me as a partner.
I sighed in annoyance after the awarding for qualifying for the interhigh tournament. My sigh caught the attention of my teammates.
"Oh someone is sad that their number one fan didn't show up?" Tendou started as I shook my head in denial.
"That's not it"
For real.
The reason why I'm so annoyed was because I'm confused of one thing.
I'm confused because I can't understand my feelings for her.
Others might think that I shouldn't think much about it since I don't love her and I already rejected her.
But damn, I really cared about other people's feelings too. Because I knew how hard it is when all their efforts go in vain.
I don't want to be the reason of someone else's tears.
It was already heavy when Semi decided to hid his from the eyes of others.
The more I think of her, the more I feel like I'm going crazy from thinking how to make it less painful.
I can't tolerate another heartbreak because I entered the picture.
But who would understand when I, myself is having a hard time.
I don't love her...
Until that night happened, a week after getting the ticket to the Nationals.
The late night that I saw her leaning on the gym walls, waiting for me.
Looking so lost like she didn't even hear me.
"Y/n? Why are you still here this late?" I didn't wait for her own greetings and just directly got to the point since the atmosphere is already cold now that the moon is shining brightly above us.
Especially when she has a home to return at, since she doesn't live in the school's dormitory like me.
"You're finally here" I barely got to hear her when she let it out in a murmur.
"Would you mind accompanying me to dinner?" She finally decided to ask me that made me glance at my wrist to look at my watch and saw it was already near 10 at night.
Dinner, at this hour?
Those were the words I wanted to ask her but decided not to and just let her lead the way to a restaurant where she wants to eat.
Walking behind her, I saw how her body, who was already thin, seems to be thinner.
I glance at the back of her head, contemplating whether to ask her or just let it be.
Since it feels like she just wants someone to accompany her right now.
We arrive at a restaurant and that's the only time she looks back at me to ask if we can be in one of the private rooms where there are tatami floors.
And again, I didn't question further.
The entire room is silent as I didn't bother speaking up first. A few minutes later, the food finally arrived and I saw how the table seemed to be almost full.
I thanked the waiter before we prayed for the food.
"Don't mind my appetite right now" she started with a small smile before I nod and just gave her some chopsticks.
I just watched her eat as I didn't bother taking food for myself since I already ate a while ago.
"Congratulations for still being the Top 2 from the pageant" I started and saw how her lips lifted in a small smile.
"Right..." She breathlessly whispered as she let down the food she was about to eat.
"That was already good enough"
"Right?"
Her question surprised me as I saw how tears build up on her eyes.
"Of course it is" that's the time I decided to put my entire attention on her.
I didn't know my voice could be softer than before. Especially when talking to a lady.
"Then why..." She trailed off as she prevented herself from letting her tears escape from her eyes.
"Why does it seem like it's not?" That's the first time she properly looks me in the eye like she is asking me.
"Why did she hate me for it? Why did it seem like I didn't even try in the first place?"
I didn't find the right words to tell her as I let her rant her feelings out.
This is the first time I would get to see who she truly was.
"Why does it feel like the whole world hates me for losing?" She sobbed out as tears finally left her eyes.
"Blessed with beauty but never fated to be with genuine people"
"Why is the world so cruel to me?"
I felt my hand move on its record as my fingers gently wiped the tears that started to stain her cheeks.
"How can you say that?" I gently asked her, my composure finally broke when the girl who boldly declared her love for me...
Is breaking in front of me.
"My mother scolded me for not winning the pageant. She told me I should have already gotten used to it because of my consecutive wins. But I messed up at this one" she exclaimed as I retrieve my hand so she can wipe her own tears.
"She told me that I focused too much on seducing you that I forgot my role in our world. Yet it's hard to say that I only do those things for you because you are letting me to" she lowered her head as her sobs never stop.
"The only person who let me express my own feelings without judging me. That person I could run to even if there's nothing between the two of us."
I silently listened to her words and can't even admit that I doubted her actions for me.
Am I wrong for it?
"You have friends. You can run to them, seek the comfort and assurance you need" My words seem to hit something on her as she just started laughing with the hint of bitterness present on it.
"Friends? You meant those people who laughed behind my back because I failed?" She focused her gaze on me and I saw the pain on it that made my chest tighten.
"The same friends who spread rumors behind my back then act like they are defending me?" She laughed before wiping her tears.
"The same people who stood beside me just to see me fail" she cried as her smile finally disappeared from her lips as I just looked at her figure.
I stood up before I decided to sit beside her so I could offer my shoulder to her which she gladly leaned on as she gazed at the moon through the window of the room.
"It is so tiring pretending to be happy" she whispered as I looked at her.
"How can I know that if someone is genuine towards me? Someone who would be happy just being with who I truly am?"
She ask while looking far away. Completely clueless on who are the true friends.
And I can't suppressed the ache in my chest seeing how she look so lost in this world.
Why didn't the world treat her right?
"When those people start to appreciate who you are, the 'you' who is already enough. Take care of you, assure you, support you, and accept you" I continued as I felt her lean more in my shoulder that made me put my hand on the side of her head so she won't fall.
"Do I deserve that?"
Her question almost broke the soft part in me that made me clench my eyes shut before letting out a sigh.
"No person should be deprived of that"
Silence surrounds both of our presence as I felt her touch my hand.
"Did you find those right ones? Where you feel like you belong?"
"I did" I told her as I remembered the volleyball team. Even though we are not close like the other teams, the team still makes me contented.
"What does Shirabu think of me" she finally asked me the question I can't answer.
Especially when I am one of the people who doubted her, judge her. The only difference between me and those people was I never treated her wrong.
But does that make me the right person to be with her right now?
"I won't blame you if you doubted my feelings" she spoke up before she decided to finally face the table, as she properly wiped her tears.
"In this world, finding a genuine person is really difficult" she lifted a small smile before turning her to look at me.
"But I really like you. At this moment, I feel like I admire you more" she took a hold of her chopstick and began playing with the food that was on her plate.
"Why?" I asked her and her smile grew more than I really saw how genuine her happiness is right now.
"Because you accompany me. Agree with my invitation without further thinking because you know I needed someone with me." Her tone was full of contentment as she looked down.
"I am glad that you are the man I fell in love with"
My heart warmed at her words and unknowingly, a small smile lifted from my lips.
Right now, being with her doesn't feel wrong at all.
Somehow, I felt glad that I was the first person she ran to. Even though there is no connection between the two of us, other than her feelings.
Right now I feel like it's okay to finally stop denying. Stop making excuses that became a hindrance to my feelings for her.
I see her more than an admirer. I see her as a woman who chose to love me, even without seeing the good side of me.
Even if I'm not giving any effort yet, she chose to cherish me.
I didn't notice the way I looked at her with a small smile on my lips as I watched her eat to her heart's desire.
I guess it's my turn to treat her right.
Because she chose to love me.
And I'm confident...
That I can treat her better than anyone else.
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hiraethwa · 4 months ago
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one summer day
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13 hello, tokyo. where you have a taste of domestic bliss with wakatoshi
<< 12 shoot for the stars. | >> 14 crescendo.
pairing: ushijima wakatoshi x reader word count: 1.8k warnings: dysfunctional parental relationship, y/n is on her period important announcement! one summer day is going on break for two weeks, part 14 will be released in 2-3 weeks, more details in a/n at the end of post
frustration, tears, and heartbreak was what it took for you to follow your heart. 
your mother was unsupportive of your decision to attend music school instead of going to university and taking on a conventionally stable office job. you had tried to persuade her as best as you could, but every time the topic was brought up, it ended in a heated argument and insults hurled your way.
the last one was the worst, and you still remember each and every one of her parting words. “do whatever you want, y/n. i don’t have a daughter like you anyway.” the anger in her voice forever etched into your mind. she left for another business trip and you moved out before she returned, hurt and scorned. 
it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. when has she been your mom for the past eleven years anyway? 
yes, you are going to paris in four months. paris, where Conservatoire National Supérieur de Musique et de Danse de Paris offered you a scholarship, the lighthouse on the dark seas guiding you to shore. 
and yes, you are moving in with the man you are in love with. what a splendid idea. what could possibly go wrong?
ushijima had, in fact, gone ahead and signed the lease after getting your agreement that night, your request to discuss it beforehand gone unheard. you had panicked, expecting to decline it when you spoke next, and not knowing if you were able to afford the rent. 
you recall him giving you an utterly confused look, telling you to not worry about that and that he would take care of it.
so you took it upon yourself to help out wherever you could, making sure he has a proper breakfast before leaving for practice and packing him a bento for lunch. the youtube videos you started watching to expand your available menu helping you curate a balanced and nutritious meal that is sometimes cute, if you had the extra time, courtesy of the food cutters you saw in a shop display one day. 
his fingers would brush yours as he takes the knotted furoshiki makeshift handle from you, and you would pretend it does not make your poor heart skip a beat or two. 
he had forgotten his food once in the three weeks that you had moved in together, and you had taken it upon yourself to make sure he received his lunch. you were denied entry to the training center, the receptionist mistaking you for a fan, but luckily, one of his teammates who was passing by helped you clear up the misunderstanding. 
by the time you got to ushijima, you only had enough time to pull the wrapped bento out of your bag, telling him you would see him at home later, before you had to leave for your french language class that was on the other side of the city. 
if you had a moment to spare, you would have seen his teammates tease him for landing such a supporting girlfriend. and his pink cheeks when he does not deny it.
this is the first time you are menstruating since moving to tokyo. the first day of your period is debilitating, to put it simply. there hasn’t been a bad episode in months, but you hadn’t taken in consideration the stress of moving, compounded with your newfound, very real, estrangement from your parents, so you are reaping the consequences today. 
you had washed down a couple of pain medications before going about your day, which had been enough for the lighter aches in the recent months. apparently not this time, which is truly delightful to learn as the pain hits you like a train in the middle of class.
your lower back cramped throughout french class, extending down the back of your legs, and the pain in your abdomen stayed a steady dull throb. it took every ounce of your determination and concentration to listen to the lesson, scrawling down notes and ignoring the pain that seemed to take over whenever your mind wandered off. 
you weren’t sure how you got through four hours of class, until it finally ended and you found yourself forcing your legs to the nearest convenience store for a strip of pain medication to tide you over until you get home. 
the train ride home was no less grueling; the cushioned seats barely provided a hint of relief as you close your eyes and picture anything else but the constant pain intruding on your mind. 
mercifully, the medication kicks in halfway home because by the time you close the door to your shared apartment and kick off your shoes in the entryway, the pain has quieted. your energy is drained from the day, however, having just enough to boil some water and pour it into your trusty rubber hot water bottle that is a staple for your periods. 
just a quick shuteye, you decide, crawling onto the couch with the hot water bottle sandwiched between your back and the couch and letting your heavy eyelids drop. before you know it, the sound of the lock on the front door turning is stirring you from your sleep and the sun has made its way down the horizon. 
“y/n?” a hand pushes back the hair covering your face, waking you up from your slumber that you didn’t realize you slipped into again in the short few minutes. an incoherent noise coming from you as you try to resist the consciousness that slowly floods your mind.
you open your eyes to a frowning wakatoshi. “toshi, you’re home?”
a nod, “have you had dinner yet? it’s late.”
“‘m not hungry, toshi.” you mumble, suddenly remembering the state of the apartment you left it in, your shoes and bag strewn about the hallway. 
“you didn’t reply to my texts, but i got you something to eat just in case.” he holds up a takeout bag. right, he had dinner plans with his teammates after practice. the pain had you in its grip so much that you didn’t even check your phone today. 
“sorry, i had a rather long day. ‘m just so tired.” 
“okay, the food’s in the fridge if you want it.” he calls from the kitchen. you utter your thanks from your fetal position on the couch, head nestled into the cushions before you let sleep pull you under once again. 
you feel like no time has passed between then and now as wakatoshi gently rouses you from your sleep, his damp hair sticking to his forehead, having just showered. “go sleep in your room.” 
“don’t wanna,” you pout, feeling needy for once around him, spurred on by your cycle. “the wall is cold, and the couch isn’t.”
his eyes soften at you as he checks the temperature of your hot water bottle. “wait here, i’m gonna refill the hot water for you.”
“not going anywhere, toshi,” you call out, can’t help but admire the corded muscles on his figure as he walks away. you cast your eyes to the singular artwork adorning the living room that you picked up together a week ago as he turns around, hoping he didn’t catch you staring in your moment of weakness. 
you could feel the intensity of his gaze on you, so you keep your eyes trained on the paintbrush swirls mimicking the crashing waves onto rock. and you keep pretending like he doesn’t already hold your heart in his hands. 
you are becoming greedier when it comes to wakatoshi, constantly battling your innermost desires to touch him and hold him, confess your deepest love to him, particularly since you moved in with him. unfortunately, fate has other plans in mind for you, and it would be unfair to him, and you, to act on those desires when you know you are not staying. 
“you planning on sleeping on the couch tonight?” his voice breaks you from your thoughts. the voice that soothed your anxiety, that you grew to love. 
you nod. “good ni– what are you doing?” you yelp, arms wrapping around his neck in a feeble attempt for self preservation when he scoops you into his arms with minimal effort while balancing the hot water bottle in one hand. 
he looks down at you, arching an eyebrow. “the couch is not good for sleeping.”
“i told you, i don’t wanna sleep against the wall tonight,” you squawk indignantly as he walks you towards your room. you try your damndest to ignore the hard muscle on his shoulders that you are holding on to unnecessarily. and the heart that is beating out of your chest.
you have always loved him, but this feels different. an unfamiliar burning in your gut that makes you want to claw at him–and yourself for wanting to do so.
“you’re not,” he says simply, and you find yourself speechless as he pushes his door open. 
huh? there is a deafening sound in your head. you realize belatedly that it is your conscious mind screaming internally as he gingerly sets you down on his bed and climbs into the same bed after you. HUH?
you are still rendered wordless when he pulls you into his arms, using his body to prop the hot water bottle up against your aching back. your entire face burns hot as reality sets in that you are in bed, snuggled against the man you love, spooning like lovers. 
this is not fair. not fair that he is pulling all these feelings and reactions out of you without even trying to. you are sure your brain is going to turn into mush come morning, unable to comprehend the situation you are in, more like his arms that are cradling you close to his body, alleviating the pain in your back and legs. 
you squirm a little in his hold, feeling the stomach cramps returning, your ass brushing against something hard. recognition dawns on you, and you aren’t sure if you can turn any redder than you already are. “sorry, my stomach cramps are back.”
he only flattens his hand against your belly in response, his large palm emanating heat, calming the cramps slowly. you would be lying if you said it didn’t kindle another type of heat in your stomach. a flame that would consume both of you in its blaze if you’re not careful. 
“better?” he asks thickly, the word brushing your ear from your proximity. you can only give him a quick nod, your brain failing to form words in your throat. 
you are going to faint before you can fall asleep, you think. 
thankfully, exhaustion takes over, smoldering the flames in your belly and the blush in your cheeks, and slowly lulls you to the long-awaited painless rest. you feel a fullness in your chest born from wakatoshi’s care for you as you doze off, safe in his arms, and you wonder if this is what could have been if you had more time. 
you wonder if this could be forever in another life. 
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lujingheswife · 1 year ago
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i’ll find you, you’ll find me.
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summary: you found yourself in the world of haikyuu, and spent time with your favourite character.
featuring: your favourite character!
word count: 1536
cw: gn!reader, you teleported into the world of haikyuu, happy ending, angsty in between but i’m a fluff writer so dont worry, intentional lowercase, not proofread
author’s notes: wrote this in june 2020 !! found it in my drafts so might as well publish it hehe
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it hadn't been long since you found yourself in another dimension — the haikyuu dimension. it felt like a dream to you, yet whatever you did you just wouldn't wake up.
was it really real? you thought to yourself, pacing around your fictional room not missing the sight of your uniform in front of you.
every haikyuu fan has a favourite character, just like you. you were indeed surprised at the sight of the uniform of your favourite school hanging neatly against the wall. sighing, you had no choice but to wear your uniform and head to school.
you realized your character was simply an average student in the school, so you need not to care about your popularity or loneliness. you were curious as it seemed to be your first day of school since it was the start of a new school year. since you're a first year, you didn't have to worry about friends.
yet your curiosity overwhelmed you and your legs automatically found their way towards the school's volleyball gym. before you could process your head, a familiar voice called out to you, “hello there.”
your head snapped up as your gaze met a pair of familiar eyes, one you had always admired his appearance on screen. it felt like a dream, realizing your favourite character actually talking to you — in front of you — in your favourite anime dimension. or was it really a dream...?
“hello?”
you flinched, shaking your head furiously before stuttering a reply, “h-hello! i'm sorry — u-uhm, is it okay if i apply as a team manager?”
again, you totally did not think twice before uttering that sentence.
he stared at you with curiosity, his gaze not breaking away from yours. after an unexpected staring competition, he smiled. “sure — i'll get the form immediately,” he replied. afterwards he lead you into the gym, showing you around on the way to fetch the application form introducing himself at the same time.
‘of course i know who you are,’ you thought to yourself. your eyes never left his figure, admiring his profile. for the nth time, you felt like it was a dream
he looked much more attractive up close.
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what seemed like weeks passed by and you were still in the same dimension, not once waking up to reality. the topic of being in a dream that once worried you seemed to have been forgotten by you, as if you truly belonged in the dimension you found yourself into. slowly, your relationship with him developed further and you became a pair.
you once looked at him for being so good looking, a personality that you loved, born with talent and bonus point for being your favourite fictional character. now looking at the sleeping boyfriend in front of you with his head rested on his crossed arms, you brought out a hand as you reached out, gently grazing his cheek with the back of your index finger.
you loved everything about him.
“if i were from a different dimension, how would you react?” you asked in a whisper, careful not to stir him awake. you looked around your surroundings, the quiet library where your boyfriend would accompany you study once every week; the scenery through the tinted windows with the muffled sounds of pouring rain cutting the usual silence; and the man you wished had not been a fictional character sleeping with inaudible snores, including the visible bags under his eyes from practicing.
there were very few students today, as they quietly studied for the upcoming finals. months had passed since you found yourself in the dimension away from reality, you never once returned and you had nearly forgotten about it.
“i don't want to wake up from this — if only you weren't fictional, and if only we were meant to be together in the same world,” you whispered as a cracked sob escaped from your lips that couldn't help but quiver at the memories you had with him.
looking at how peaceful your boyfriend looked, you had to smile as a tear managed to escape. you softly called out to his name, the name you wished you could call forever, adding an “i love you” to finish the sentence.
at the end of the day, he couldn't get your words out of his head. he heard everything, and he wanted to talk to you about it.
he never wanted to lose you either.
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tomorrow marked one year since you arrived in the fictional dimension. you were currently in his room, relaxing on his bed as he did his homework. was it the right time to talk about it? you pondered. it was rare for you to be quiet in times like this, and he probably figured out what you were thinking.
“when did you arrive here?” he asked, snapping you out of your endless thoughts leaving you in confusion.
“what do you mean?” you replied, “didn't you invite me here this morning?”
he brought his eyes to gaze into yours. “i mean, this dimension — the one you said fictional.”
his words caught you by surprise, making you wonder when did he found out. “how did you—”
“i'm sorry,” he replied, “i overheard you mentioning it that day in the library..”
it was when you finally realized — tomorrow would mark one year since you found yourself in the haikyuu dimension. now thinking about it, anxiety slowly rised into your head.
what if tonight would mark the last night for you to spend your time here?
your shaky pupils met his worrying ones. “are you okay?” he asked worriedly, rising from his seat to approach your trembling figure. you couldn't help but watch as his arms wrapped themselves around you, pulling you closer to him in an embrace. the tears wanting to escape began pouring out, dripping from your cheeks as they fell between him and you.
‘i don't want to leave.’
‘please don't leave.’
you didn't know how long had it been since you stayed in the same position, holding each other close. with a shaky breath, you began explaining everything; how you found yourself in the dimension and the world you originally belonged — the reality you had to face.
“maybe this would be the last day for me to be here,” you whispered.
he stayed quiet the whole time, not knowing what to say after hearing your explanations. he tried to process your words one by one, wanting to believe such a miracle exist for him and you.
he held you tighter in his arms as he called out to your name, repeating them before finding his tears overflowing as they streamed down his cheeks.
“i promise you,” he began, “i promise you, that i'll find you in our next life. i may be a fictional character in your world, and you will disappear from my world one day, but that won't change a thing. i love you, i love you and i love you —”
he pulled away from you, allowing some space in between as he cupped your face. slowly and gently, he tilted your face up to face him. he could only stare into your glassy eyes, still glistening from the tears. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”
you smiled. “i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.” you repeated his words as your pinkies intertwined into a pinky promise.
you spent your night in his arms, talking about the possible future you might have in your next life, and recalling the memories you shared with him in his world.
the next morning, you were gone in his arms — as if you never existed in first place.
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as you tried to chase after your pet, it stopped right in front of a stranger as it clung onto him lovingly. “i-i'm sorry! i hope it doesn't cause you any trouble,” you panted, stopping next to it as you bowed deeply in front of the stranger who didn't utter a word.
“s-sir?” you called out, confused at his silence. you stood straight as you met the gaze of the familiar looking stranger who stared at you with wide eyes.
as if everything crashed upon you, you stared at him in surprise, your heart aching at the lingering familiarity upon your first meeting.
‘i found you.’
you had never met him before, yet why were you crying?
you both began to walk together as you exchanged greetings and numbers, your pet leading the way towards where it wanna be. what was important, though, was that you both recalled a certain memory from a previous life.
“i promise that in our next life, i'll find you and you'll find me.”
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