#shouhei fukunaga x reader

[takes1]

fukunaga shouhei can't stop kissing you

a rare character i like a lot <3 not as much content for him out there

warnings. nsfw kind of, recreational use of alcohol, minors DNI

details. nekoma girls team!reader / "crushing on the weirdo" prompt / lots of kissing / the 'knee thing' / libero!reader / lap sitting / freaky!shouhei / an altered game of spin the bottle / public displays of affection / yaku being a friend / kuroo being a friend

links. my masterlist. more haikyuu. my ao3. requests open.

Shohei was not a guy you could reveal you wanted to kiss without committing. You weren't friends and you didn't talk.

Everybody would know, through process of elimination, that you were crushing on him hard.

"--You clearly have somebody in mind," Kuroo insisted.

The longer you two went back and forth, the more attention was captured around the circle of both teams.

"I can't--," You wheezed.

The heat from your face alarmed you. It felt like your breath was getting stolen from your weak lungs as you glanced around a giant circle of curious, anticipatory faces.

Yaku, ever-enthusiastic, ever-crafty and always a little too interested in your crushes, placed an arm across your shoulders.

"You'll never get the chance again," He sang soft, just for you, into your hair.

You shuddered at the truth.

Now everyone stared at you both, as if he was the object of your adoration- as if you two were in a secret relationship. It'd be damn near libero-profiling if he was any more discreet about your close friendship.

No, you had long since passed the point of hoping you would move onto a more normal guy. If you did like Yaku, it would at least be socially accepted. But that was too easy. Your heart, among other things, was determined to make things difficult.

You made the mistake of bringing up your crush just once in the changing room.

"Shohei's not bad, either." It rolled off your tongue.

In fact, you didn't fully register that you said it until the other girls went silent.

Some polite, but disagreeing hums, even a couple muffled laughs. You shrank in your spot, clinging to the jersey in your hands.

"I'm joking-!" You laughed along, adding to the cruel sound, burning face hidden into your locker door.

Time was of the essence. You glanced down at your half-full bottle, eyes filled with a mix of somber resolution and pained resistance.

Yaku was right. There was no way you'd get this heavy admission off your chest without the double-excuse of alcohol and an innocent game.

"Shohei," You uttered the name directly to Kuroo.

He wanted to know the most, anyway. If anyone wanted to hear it repeated, they could ask him. Because now you were taking big, desperate gulps of beer to the crescendo of surprise from both of your teams.

You would've finished, if it wasn't for Yaku ripping it away from you to stick his finger down the neck of the bottle.

A flick to the back of the head. You could barely hear him over some celebration, some disgruntled, disappointed shouts alike, "That's not how you play the game, idiot."

Kuroo understood that this was a little more than the chance to kiss just any guy. He hit a goldmine of unrequited feelings while blindly striking some rocky ground. A proud grin replaced his shock almost right away.

Luck on his side, he called to Shohei across the circle.

"Whaddya think, man?"

Everyone seemed to lean in to hear what Shohei had to say except for you.

It was quiet for a second. You watched Yaku try and fail to twist his finger out of your bottle through the corner of a stinging eye.

"Ooh," Was all Shohei said. It was toneless, void of implication either way, until the bottom of his bottle faced the ceiling.

As he downed it, you felt your shoulders stoop further to the floor at a brutal sign of rejection.

A slew of second-years from both of your teams shouted to your defense, which turned into the start of mean threats on his body and life. It didn't help you feel any better, but it was reassuring to know less people thought of you as a loser.

Shohei's confusion was evident to you when you looked up across the circle, hugging your knees. He glanced around, wide-eyed, at all the collective anger when he stood up.

Kuroo clocked it first. He was quick, shushing everyone down, and pointed right at him.

"You're supposed to kiss her or drink, man."

"Ooh," Again, quieter. He was impossible to read.

Your heart fluttered with hope again despite your cynical mind.

"I'll do both," He said with a definitive nod, a complete disregard for the rules, and gave you almost no time to recover from the switch-up before walking across the circle.

Yaku shuffled away to make space. He kept his snide comments to himself for the first time ever.

Shohei was truly looking at you for the first time. You saw it in his big, watchful eyes, bouncing up and down over your body when he sank to his knees in front of you.

You shrank under the pressure, but remained larger than life inside.

He looked excited. You hoped you did, too. Or at least presentable.

Slender, precise fingers slid slow to cup one side of your face. His touch was so cold against your burning skin, but he didn't seem to mind it.

You readied yourself to kiss him, eyes closed-- once again, you were caught off-guard.

A cheek kiss.

It was slow, tender, curious, and you blinked your eyes open to look at him. He was staring down at you, still holding you in place.

Groans of disappointment all around.

You didn't have the privilege of feeling the same-- his proximity alone was going to kill you.

You shied away from his unholy eye contact, instead glancing down to his tense, sharp jaw, to his soft lips, only to realize you wouldn't be able to calm down.

He dipped back down for another, for your mouth instead, but could only barely brush you before a third-party pulled the rule-breaker off of you.

"It's just-- One kiss, you freak-!"

The game continued, filled with odd pairings and dramatic reveals of interest or disinterest. Yet, in spite of all the commotion, the only thing you were occupied with was trying to get a glimpse of Shohei without getting caught. It was impossible to do when he wouldn't tear his eyes off of you.

It was eventually his turn. The answer didn't surprise anyone, but it still ran a violent shiver across your entire body.

"(Y/n)," Shohei stated, returning your gaze with unfaltering stillness.

The focus in his eyes simply never matched the rest of his face. He looked always receptive, always interested, but he stared like he was about to swallow you whole.

It was creepy, and it shamelessly turned you on.

Too many times had he given you less intense glances that plenty sufficed in your late-night imagination. This was beyond what you could craft on your own.

Yaku prompted to you move with a gentle shove.

It was easier this time, in part because you were buzzed enough now, but mostly because you could get the nerves out by standing up, instead.

You were uncertain how to move once you stood in front of him, bouncing back and forth between replicating how he sat earlier, or getting closer somehow- but he made it a nonissue quickly.

At first, he got up to a kneel when you came down.

He seized your wrists and placed them on his wide shoulders with such a casual movement you didn't have the chance to appreciate it enough.

Your body was involuntarily stiff at his touch, and more importantly, his lidded eyes. He looked leagues more relaxed than you, like he forgot about the 15-some party shouting and commentating as soon as he got his hands back where they belonged.

Shohei knocked you off-balance by pulling on your hip and threading a thigh between yours, so you had no choice but to sit on his lap.

A small gasp parted your glossy lips. He took the opportunity to steal that kiss he was owed.

Whatever his true intention was, you couldn't find it in yourself to care; malicious, performative, exploitative, it didn't matter. He was far more experienced than you assumed, left you reeling at how direct he was, and filled you with complete rapture.

He took great measures to make you feel good in such a short time. A dexterous hand pushed you down onto a muscular thigh that flexed between your legs.

There wasn't going to be a second kiss, this time, so he made the first last as long as he could drag it out. It was rougher as he pressed into you, harder so as to not be separated again, passionate, and sure.

His arm kept you plastered against his front, an oversized hand on the back of your head-- you didn't have to move an inch, not a single worry about fucking anything up. He stilled your mind for a long ten seconds.

You were buzzing, light and heavy at the same time, when you pulled away to breathe. He blindly went back in for another, hungry for you still, but caught the corner of your mouth instead.

You both studied that pornographic string of spit between you for a moment before you wiped your mouth dry with the back of your hand.

The next morning.

The events of that night were so beyond your imagination that you woke up thinking it was just a wet dream.

You were brushing your teeth before for your morning practice game when your teammate slipped by you to grab her own supplies.

"How come you didn't sleep on the couch? I heard Shohei got booted to the living room since there weren't enough beds."

It was real. You kissed twice, in front of everyone.

How were you supposed to go back to normal now?

That question didn't get any easier to answer as the day went on. No matter how weird it was for the others that had also confessed their crushes, or just decided to let loose last night, the sand volleyball game still came at 8 a.m. sharp.

And those keen, nearly predatory eyes tracked your swift movements from behind the net throughout the entire game.

Captured attention aside, he still didn't speak to you until the first big break.

"Let's kiss again," He stated, clear as day.

His tilted look down at you made you jump back to the grass.

"What?" Shot out of your mouth, a little mean, but mostly confused. He didn't take it to heart.

Instead, he actually stepped closer to you, pointing between your lips, "We should kiss."

Panicked, you glanced around to the others either drinking or pouring water on themselves, and felt more at ease when nobody was paying attention.

"I..." You looked between his big, unblinking eyes, and felt a heartbeat start between your legs, "I don't think we can do that here."

"Why not?"

His quick argument and the sudden presence of his team captain, glancing around his arm at you, made you a little uptight.

All you could do was stutter out some incoherent sentence and shake your head.

"It's a fake match." He pointed at the sand court. "No refs. No coach."

Shohei stepped towards you again and closed the remaining distance. His neck was limp as he glanced you up and down again in your tiny shorts and tight tank top.

"Just a little one," He slouched forward to be eye-level with you.

There was no smoothness to his words, but his insistence, indicative of a powerful desire was enough to make you lean into him for a peck.

But he lied.

It wasn't a peck- it may have started as one, but once he wrapped his arm around you and fixed his hand against your head, it turned into three, then five, then a full-on, messy kiss that left you clinging to his sandy shirt for stability.

"Mmn-h," You pushed on his chest, evading another kiss by twisting your face, "Shohei--"

He was so good. You were featherlight, buzzing with cool electricity at his touch, but this wasn't the place.

"Y'know," Kuroo called after he was done watching from afar, "My car is unlocked if you two lovebirds want somewhere private."

Shohei only moved because a bit of sand from your face caught his lips.

You took the opportunity to try to look Kuroo in the eye in an effort to prove innocence. It was nigh impossible, because the way he grinned at you was like convicting you of a crime you didn't do.

"That won't be needed," You explained with a short tone, trying to sober yourself up with a big breath.

Despite Shohei taking him literally, eyes searching back towards the lot for Kuroo's car, and your desire to abandon all reservations about it, you couldn't.

You gathered your nerves and made some space between you. It would have to wait for a better time.

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Haikyuu helping y/n who can't help but constantly procrastinate on schoolwork?

a/n I am the dictionary definition of procrastination list of links 🔗

They can help, they do it too

Kageyama, shoyo, Oikawa, tendou, Bokuto, fukunaga

Helps you time block

sugawara, daichi, kiyoko, yaku, kuroo, Akashi

cheers you on silently

tsukishima, asahi, kenma, ushijima, semi

uses their kisses as motivation

Terushima, suna, atsumu,

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Heloo I love your blog, it's my first time asking but I wondered if you could do sakusa kiyoomi, komoru motoya, and fukunaga with a reader who feels period pains and how they'd comfort them, thank youuu!♡♡

PERIOD PAINS

Ahhhh you are so sweet! Feel free to ask for whatever you like! It really makes me happy to see people enjoy what I do! So I hope you like it! Also, I LOVE seeing a request for Funkunaga, the nekoma boys are my favorite and he is top tier, I looove his personality so i hope i got him right! It is also, surprisingly, my first time writing for these 3!

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SAKUSA KYOOMI 

I am 100% sure Sakusa is a “Show not tell” kind of guy, so when you told him about how bad your period pains are he made a mental note out of it. Being the highly organized guy he is, he makes sure to always be ready to support you each month before your period even starts. 

He even has a small “period first aid kit” that you can take anywhere you like. In it he holds pain medication, stomach medication (specially if your period messes with your intestines, as it happens), a small water-heated bag, tampons/pads, chocolates, an extra-pair of underwear and 2 bottles of hand sanitizer. 

He also always has pads/tampons in stock for emergencies, in the house as well as in a little and sober-looking bag in the bottom of his backpack and those water-heated bags which he makes sure to help you heat up whenever the cramps are especially strong.

Will scold you if you endure the pain for too long before telling him or doing something about it, even if its for a few hours, immediately getting up to help you while mumbling about you being a careless idiot, followed by him pressing a small kiss on top of your head. 

If you are regular he has one of those calendar apps in which you track your period so that he never forgets to get all that you need. You wake up to see two pill-bottles of those painkillers that seem to be the only ones that work, a cup of warm tea and 2 packets of your favorite snacks on your nightstand

If you are irregular he always has those things in stock for whenever you tell him your period is about to come/has already started. I don't think he asks you randomly throughout the month, rather than that, he observes your behavior and if he sees you feeling down, bloated or worse than usual (honestly, it could be any constant change/habit you show on those days) he asks if you are on your period or suspect that it is about to come. 

And honestly? Before bed, he enjoys watching movies with you sitting between his legs, holding the heated pad to your lower-stomach while resting his head on your shoulder, rubbing your belly absentmindedly (Not that he will ever admit this) 

I also feel like he tries helping with aromatherapy. He always likes the room to smell nice so the diffuser is not a novelty, but he keeps special essential oils that he ONLY uses for when you are feeling down, based on your favorite scents. 

If you like baths and those help cope with the pain, be sure to ask him to help you get one ready. He will gladly do so, using bath salts, candles and soft music. PERSONALLY I feel like he does not like baths, however, he will sit in the bathroom next to you rubbing your and washing your hair and peppering soft kisses on your arms

FUKUNAGA SHOHEI

Fukunaga is a quiet guy, but due to this I feel he is also highly curious, observant and good at reading emotions, so if the two of you are dating he will definitely notice something off with you on those days, not bering able to help himself from asking as he gets worried about you. That is if you do not outright tell him.

Totally chill about it, being the kind of guy to buy you all the hygiene products you need, always having at least some on his bag and locker just in case. And if you ever bleed out on your clothes while you are outside he will notify you while wrapping his jacket around your waist, right before snaking his arm around you to hold you close. 

He likes to take care of you if you are able to stay home. It will definitely involve lots of pillows, blankets, movies, games and hot drinks; and he will not let you work at all. Anything you need he already has for you, and if he doesn’t he will get it swiftly

If you have to go to school/work he will prepare everything for you to relax when you are able to return. But not before sending you off with pain medication, and a small bento box of your favorite meal and a warm cup of your favorite tea (it is canon that he knows how to cook, and I feel like he enjoys doing so too!) 

Loves to cuddle, bringing hot towels to warm your lower belly. He likes to rest his head on your stomach, laying between your legs face-down as his arms encircle your waist. He is not the most talkative, however, he enjoys listening to you talk, and will make small remarks and quick jokes every now and then to make you feel better.

He makes sure you drink LOTS of water, filling up your favorite thermos as much as needed and handing it to you constantly. “Drink up…buttercup” with a small smile as you comply.

If the two of you are out with friends and the pain becomes unbearable, or if you look tired he will immediately drag you home “Doctors appointment, gotta go” is all he says every single time, making you chuckle. “Oh yeah?” You question him as soon as you are out of earshot “and what is the prognosis, mr. doctor?” he just shakes his head, looking down sadly “Very somber I’m afraid”, and softly laughing after

KOMORI MOTOYA

Komori, being the sweetheart he is, gets worried about you immediately after you tell him you are in pain, asking you how he can help and even looking for remedies online. Making sure to be ready for the next time your period arrives and making mental notes of everything you do that makes you feel better. 

I feel like he has a slightly younger sister, and he immediately bombards her with questions, asking for tips and tricks.

Supermarket trip! The first time he asks you to go with him, telling you to grab all that you want and all that you need, he is paying for all your cravings. What he did not tell you is that he is using it as a way to figure out the things that help you get through those days: The hygiene products you use, the medication that helps you the most, the snacks that you love…everything! 

That way he can get all of that for you every month! If you want to go with him he is ecstatic, because that way you can decide on whichever other craving you have, if not, he will text you and get all that you need! 

He always gets you a flower bouquet, each and every month, and he chooses them depending on recent events the two of you go through: Sunflowers after you had a picnic recently, roses since you went to the theater, baby's-breath to match the outfit you wore on your last date.

He gives you amazing back rubs to help you unwind, he uses a soft-scented lotion and either plays music you like, or if you feel like talking about your day or something that has been on your mind he is more than willing to have a nice chat

Gets you takeout of your favorite type of food for dinner, cuddling you on the couch while you eat and talk, afterwards, pulling you close, using his hands to gently rub your stomach while peppering your cheeks and nose with kisses 

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This time I'm asking for Fukunaga with Illusion. One of my favorite songs.

Now playing... Illusion

word count; 1011 – f!reader, for my 1D x Haikyu event

Going to a comedy show wasn’t necessarily within your idea of a perfect date, but going there with your actual date would have at least made it okay. Instead, you’re sitting alone in the audience, waiting for the comedian to come on stage any minute with an empty seat beside you. With your boyfriend’s track record, you should have known this would be no different.

You tried to enjoy the experience as the show started. However, no matter how funny this Fukunaga was, your bad mood was so evident on your face. Now and then, he’d get a laugh out of you, but you were on high alert when he started an advice session.

Some people asked him to interpret their dreams, while others asked him if their lactose intolerance was worth giving up chocolate milk. As he moved to your side of the stands, the way he looked at you twice gave you a brief warning before he spoke directly to you through the microphone. It didn’t register as a double take in your mind, but that’s probably because it wasn’t the first time he noticed you that night.

“What’s got such a beautiful girl hanging her head over here?” Fukunaga asked, tilting his ear towards you to ensure he could hear your answer.

You cleared your throat, looking to the side and seeing that most of the crowd were looking at you, expectantly. “I uh- I was going on a date with my boyfriend.”

Fukunaga bent down to jump off the small stage and walk over to you, but his eyes were locked on the empty seat beside you, and he held out his hand as if for a handshake. “I’ve never seen such realistic ghosting, man. Good job!” he joked, suddenly coming to a stop and looking at you when no one grabbed his hand. “He’s not very polite.”

You chuckled under your breath, somewhat bitterly. “He didn’t come.”

“Leave him! Dump him!!” came from the crowd, several women stepping up to have your back. Fukunaga’s reaction resembled a scared cat for a second before he laughed and waved his free hand as he walked back on stage.

“Hey, I’m the one giving advice!” he scolded jokingly before looking at you. He took a deep breath and shook his head. “My instinct is saying you should dump him and leave him.“ Some people laughed as he seemed to have taken their advice for his own.

You looked down, twiddling your thumbs. “He’s not that bad.”

“Exactly what every woman wants, I’ve heard.” Fukunaga pretended to twirl some hair around his finger and turned to the rest of the audience. “He should be tall, aaand not that bad!” Everyone laughed and you couldn’t help but join them. “Forget bad boys or nice guys, not that bad is all the rage.”

From there, another comment from the audience made the show keep flowing, and you could finally breathe a little. You looked at Fukunaga just a bit more starry-eyed now, actually managing to enjoy his jokes because a group of strangers had very clearly supported you in your case.

And it might have been your imagination, just an illusion when you felt like he glanced at you more often when saying his punch lines. It made you smile a little brighter, and laugh a little louder.

Then, all too soon, the show was over. The stage lights dimmed and the harsh reality of the ceiling lights woke you up from your delusions. You had let him use you for a good joke, and then you actually imagined anything he said was anything more than jokes. Illusions presented to the audience to enchant them.

When you walked outside, you took a deep breath and closed your eyes. Not only had your stomach fluttered with butterflies because of a man you didn’t know, but you had also not realised that if your boyfriend wasn’t answering his phone, he also wouldn’t come to pick you up.

Glancing at the clock, you also concluded that there wouldn’t be another bus until at least an hour from now, and started your long walk home. “Wait up!”

You automatically did, looking to the side where the comedian from the show slowed to match your pace. “Hi,” you greeted, a bit cautious as you glanced around to make sure you could see some other people.

“Hey,” he replied, tucking his hands in his pocket, a slight reassurance of his innocent intentions.

“You’re hilarious, I enjoyed your show,” you said, smiling at him in a way that made his neck flush.

“Thank you, I’m happy to hear.” He seemed to hesitate for a moment. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem creepy approaching you like this, but I really meant it. About your boyfriend.”

You turned a bit to look over your shoulder, wondering if the audience were all walking behind you, suspenseful as they waited for the joke. “I assumed that was just for the show.”

“The jokes were, sure,” he admitted, shrugging his shoulders. “But that doesn’t make the advice any less real. You’re way too pretty to go on dates without a date.”

That did make you laugh a little again. You almost couldn’t believe you had done that. “My relationship is the biggest joke I have,” you said, happy when he seemed to enjoy your humour. “I suppose you can’t be my date for your next show?” You pursed your lips the second you said it, wondering how that could slip from your lips so easily.

To your relief, he laughed. “The date would have to be before or after, hypothetically. But I promise I’ll show up,” he said and your laughs mixed into the excitement of something better.

Now the red flush spread to his ears and temples, while sneaking something out of his pocket. He handed you a little card, four of hearts, with his name and number scribbled on it.

“Let me know that you get home safe, will you?”

You read his name off the card and smiled softly. “Okay, Shohei.”

dearest @cottonlemonade and her brilliant mind helped me with this idea<3

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Where is your boy tonight?

“Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.” - Fall Out Boy

Fukunaga x reader, gn! reader

While you’re waiting for your boyfriend at the entrance of the hotel prom is at, Fukunaga notices you.

word count: 500

It was prom night, and you’d gotten yourself all dolled up for it. This year’s prom was being held at a fancy hotel. The school had supposedly paid a fortune just to have it rented for the night.

You stared at yourself in the mirror, admiring how beautiful you looked in the reflection. Your boyfriend, whom was supposed to pick you up, texted you while you were taking pictures of yourself.

The text read: Hey babe, I can’t make it to your place. I’ll meet you there.

Oh, whatever. It’s fine, right?

The time you were supposed to leave comes around, and, Instead of riding in the passenger seat of your boyfriend’s, you grab your car keys and head out the door. Purse in the passenger seat, you start driving away.

Upon arriving at the hotel, you find yourself awed by how tall the building is. Impatient to see what the inside looks like, you jump out of your car and start looking for your boyfriend. He likely wasn’t waiting for you in the parking lot, so you decided to go outside by the entrance. No signs of your boyfriend. Hoping to find him somewhere inside, you go past security and finally inside the actual ballroom. Still, he’s nowhere to be found. You send him a text saying you’ll be waiting for him by the entrance of the ballroom. Delivered. He’ll read it at some point.

After a few minutes of looking stupid and waiting for him, you start losing hope. Then a boy, who you hoped was your boyfriend, started approaching you. As he got closer you noticed it was just some boy in your Chemistry class.

“Fukunaga?” You squinted your eyes.

“Yes, ma’am.” He responded in that silly voice of his. He moved his eyes back and forth as if scanning the area for something. “Where is your boyfriend?”

“Huh?” You nearly burst into tears at the mention of him.

“Well I assumed you’d be with your boyfriend at prom, no?”

“I think he stood me up.”

“Probably, you’ve been waiting here for a while.” He looked around the room for your boyfriend, like you had been doing for the past however many minutes. “Sorry.”

You shrugged your shoulders as to say ‘whatever’, but the tears forming in your eyes said otherwise.

“Oh, there he is.” Fukunaga pointed his finger at a guy that looked completely out of it.

“What a gentleman.” You saw the look on his face. His excuses were something you couldn’t bear to hear at that moment.

“I could ‘spill’ my punch on him if you’d like.” Fukunaga suggested, taking a sip out of said drink.

A single nod was all it took for Fukunaga to throw his drink all over your boyfriend. He threw the plastic cup at him as well, while he was at it.

Before you could even register what had happened, Fukunaga grabbed your hand and dragged you along the crowd of people.

“He’s gonna kick my ass, run, run!!!”

a/n: i’m just writing stuff based off specific lines and lyrics of (prob fob) songs

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Hard truths about dating HQ characters part 2

A/N: Y'all LOVED the first part of this (like seriously, I don't think I've ever gotten that many notes in that little time) so I decided to make a second part. Enjoy and let me know if there are any more characters you want.

Part 1

Hoshiumi: pretty flaky because he just straight up forgets stuff all the time. This includes important dates and even anniversaries

Kiyoko: literally the only negative thing I could think of is she wouldn't like any pda. Like even holding hands or sitting close enough to touch

Yachi: her anxiety is so bad. She catastrophizes a lot but at least it's better than it was in high school

Fukunaga: comes up with jokes but doesn't say them out loud every time so it seems like he's laughing at his partner sometimes

Inuoka: unconsciously puts things so high up that his partner can't reach. He apologises but won't stop doing it

Lev: jokingly makes fun of his partner but doesn't always realise if he takes it too far

Yahaba: acts like he doesn't care about his partner around others and almost ignores them when hanging out with friends

Kunimi: constantly reschedules dates because he decides he's just not in the mood to go out anymore

Kindaichi: holds grudges for too long and they start to pile up

Kyotani: would be legitimately mean to his partner and not care if they were hurt. Thinks he's right all the time and won't admit when he knows he's wrong

Kamasaki: constantly gets into fights and arguments with his partner and just people in general

Moniwa: tends to be pretty insecure and thinks his partner is way out of his league

Aone: 1 on 1 conversations with him can be hard since he rarely talks. He will talk when necessary but day to day conversations are one sided

Koganegawa: makes promises he doesn't keep. He apologises and seems sincere but continues to break promises

Washio: severe RBF so it's hard to tell what he's feeling. Just looks scary and mad all the time

Terushima: never takes anything seriously, including arguments or legitimate problems, which gets very irritating

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Nekoma Reactions: You cut your hair (Friends to Lovers) Part 2

Shohei Fukunaga-

You arrived at your friend's room expecting him to be there because you haven't seen each other in a while.

(_): Hello? Are you there?

You heard footsteps coming from the room.

Fukunaga: Hello... Nice haircut, It looks pretty on you

(_): Thanks and how have you been?

Fukunaga: Nothing very different

Fukunaga looked you directly in the eyes, his big eyes could be intimidating but they looked at you with a different affection.

(_): I brought food for us to hang out

The boy approached and caressed your hair gently.

Fukunaga: Pretty, come in and sit there

You spent the rest of the afternoon with fukunaga

It was a very comfortable afternoon with him

Nobuyuki Kai-

You went to watch Nekoma's training sessions and take the opportunity to bring some food to the team.

You entered the gym and sat near the entrance, leaving your things there.

Kai: Good afternoon (_)

(_): Hello Kai, Good training?

Kai: Exhausting but fun

He stared at you for a few seconds before bringing his fingers to a strand of your hair and playing with it a little.

Kai: Nice haircut, makes you look more beautiful

You blushed a little at your friend's compliment, just as respectful as always.

(_): Thanks, you're very kind

Kai: Highlight your fractions and your pretty cheeks

You turned redder and your hands started to shake.

The boy simply laughed at your nervousness and hugged you by the shoulders.

Kai: You are very kind to bring food (_)

Taketora Yamamoto-

You walked past Akane Through the gym as they walked they stopped at the entrance when they heard screams from a familiar voice.

Akane: My brother... He's just like that

You laughed and entered the gym with her and he turned around, he froze when he saw you with his little sister.

Taketora: Hi...

The boy looked at the ground with shame and you simply greeted him and the entire team along with Akane.

Taketora: You look...pretty

You looked at the boy you heard something but not everything he said.

(_): What did you say?

Taketora: Your hair...

You touched your hair and remembered that since you cut it you had not met him.

(_): Oh that, I love trying new things it's fun

Taketora: It looks...pretty on you

(_): Forgive me, I didn't hear you

His sister approached you and stood next to you and looked at you.

Akane:He says you look pretty, your haircut looks nice on you.

Taketora quickly turned to look at his little sister and you simply laughed at him.

(_): Taketora, I can call you that right?

The boy quickly turned to look at you again and nodded his head, which was bright red.

(_): Taketora, Thanks for the compliment

You laughed softly as you placed your hand on your cheek which was now slightly red.

Akane: No problem little brother

Akane He left laughing while he went to look for a snack

The boy stood still next to you while you tried to talk to him.

It seems that he broke down under so much pressure

I'm still missing some guys, let's be patient.(⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

I hope you like my stories, sorry for the spelling mistakes (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

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(Twenty) Nine Lives for Love

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Info: Kenma x Reader ; Kuroo and Reader; Kuroo is a wingman; Your cat is so fucking fat (this is so important); Nekoma team introduction (yay!!!)

Word Count: 7.5k 🍓I know I said I was gonna get Curee out, but... I wanted to write this one so sorry lol. Anyway, I am again asking you to pretend Animal Crossing came out earlier in 2012. We get to meet the team, and I know I didn't highlight all the characters, but I just wanted to highlight the ones that are generally the most important in the Nekoma game. Anyway, enjoy lovelies!

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You stretched your arms up above your head, groaning at the satisfying pops of your spine. The sun wasn’t even up yet, though you could see it just barely peaking over the horizon through your curtains. Maki let out a disgruntled sound as you shifted to grab your phone. 6:00 AM, 20 degrees Celsius, partly cloudy. 4 messages from ‘shithead’ (Noya) and 3 from ‘baldy’ (Tanaka). You shut the screen off, setting it back down, you’ll deal with the boneheads later. (Why Tanaka was up this early was beyond you). It was way too early to see your Dad off to work. He was never up before 6:30, and he left at 7:30 on the dot every day.

Lazily, you slumped out of bed, ignoring your cat growling at the loss of your warmth. You drag your feet over to your closet, pulling out your uniform and tossing it on haphazardly. You would fix it later once you were more awake. You took care of your hair just as fast and checked your phone again. 6:10 AM, great. You sigh, quickly responding to Noya and Tanaka’s messages (something about ‘annoying teachers’ from Noya and ‘rowdy freshmen’ from Tanaka). While you were at it, you decided to double-check the group chat Kuroo made last night for meeting times.

‘Meet up around 8:30’ and make your way to school with ‘enough time to grab snacks before class.’ You smile a little at the messages, Kenma complaining that was too early and Kuroo scolding him as usual. He also insisted on Kenma introducing you to Yamamoto and a Fukunaga, which you were 100% certain would not be happening if Kenma had the choice. You turn the screen off and sigh. With nothing to do for at least an hour (or until your old man decided to bother you), you decided to pass the time the only way you knew how: playing video games. 

With the stealth of a practiced ninja, you crept down the stairs and set up your N64. It was your Dad’s, which he bought so he could play with you when you were old enough. It had seen a lot of love since then, covered in stickers and markers from when you and Noya were too young to know better. You slid open the small drawer holding all your games, mulling over what you should play. Finally, you settled on the classic Super Mario 64. You’d beaten and 100% the game a million times by now, but you never got tired of it – besides it was only to pass the time for a bit. You would probably only play the slide level, or throw that little penguin off the side of Cool Cool Mountain. 

You blew into the cartridge, just in case, and pressed it into the slot. Not too long after, Mario’s impressive (for its time), but horrific 3D face greeted you with ‘It’s-a me, Mario’. You took a few minutes to stretch it around, deforming him until you were satisfied, then finally loaded up the game to mess around a bit. You decidedly chose not to play either aforementioned level, and hopped into Bob-om Battlefield instead, mostly because you liked the theme so much. After a long while (or exactly 45 minutes according to your phone), you heard the soft steps of slipper-clad feet make their way down the stairs, and pause right outside the entryway to the living room.

“You’re up early,” called the soft voice of your father.

“Couldn’t get back to sleep,” you answer.

He walks further in, leaning over the back of the couch to get a better look at what you’re up to. He laughs a little when he gets a full view of you running around aimlessly, setting the little bombs off on purpose. His hands come down to ask for the controller, which you hand him, and he proceeds to do the same thing you were doing. When he is satisfied, he hands the controller back to you and presses a kiss to your temple.

“Wanna eat breakfast together, since you’re up?.” He offers.

On cue, your stomach grumbles. Both of you share a look, then laugh before heading for the kitchen. Your dad makes two eggs, sunny side up, and toast. Simple, but more than enough to fill both of you up for the day. You pour yourself some apple juice, never having been a fan of bitter orange juice with your savory breakfast. When all is settled on the table, and you’ve already begun to eat your breakfast, your Dad decides he wants to catch up.

“How was your first day at school? I meant to ask last night, but that movie had us both snoring before we could talk.”

You laugh and nod, “Yeah, what a snoozefest. I thought it was ‘the scariest movie of all time.’ What a joke.”

“Scary movies aren’t scary anymore.” Your Dad scoffs, and you adamantly nod along with him.

“Seriously! But, anyway, school was good!” You exclaim.

“Oh yeah? Anything interesting happen, sweetpea?” he wonders.

You think it over, not quite sure where to start, “I was lost, but one of my upperclassmen – his name is Kuroo – helped me out. It turns out his best friend – Kenma – was in my class, and I was able to sit next to him, so I wasn’t lonely like I thought I’d be.”

He takes a big bite of his toast, and grins at you as he swallows, “That’s good! I’m glad you’re making friends. I told you it wouldn’t be that bad.”

You nod, “Oh, yeah, they actually live just down the street from us. We’re walking together this morning.”

“That’s… really convenient! You won’t have such a lonely walk now either.”

Again, you nod, “Oh, and get this, they asked me if I wanted to help manage the volleyball team. I’m going to their practice today, so I’ll get back around the same time as you today.”

He pauses, swallowing up the rest of his eggs – while you have only eaten half of what was on your plate – and gives you a nervous look. “That’s… a lot of conveniences. Anyway, isn’t it a bit odd that he’s asking someone he hardly knows to manage his volleyball team?”

You eye him suspiciously, “...That’s what I said, but… I dunno I guess he’s desperate. The volleyball team isn’t all that popular or good from what I’ve seen, so they haven’t had a manager since he was a freshman at least. Besides, if I feel uncomfortable or anything I just won’t say yes.”

He seems to accept the answer, “Alright, just be safe. Text me if you need me to come pick you up, okay, pumpkin?”

“I will, don’t worry too much,” you assure, and he reaches over to ruffle your hair.

“Finish your eggs up, then come see me off for work.” He states, getting up to clean off his plate and heading back upstairs to finish getting ready.

Obediently, you eat your food until the plate is clean and down the last of your drink. You rinse the plate off in the sink, set it in the dishwasher, and then move to straighten out your uniform in the first-floor bathroom. At some point, Maki lazes her way downstairs to find you, settling herself on the edge of the sink to stare at you complacently in the mirror. You give her a good scratch behind her ear, then leave to meet your old man at the entrance. He holds your school bag out in one hand, his briefcase in the other, and a big smile on his face.

You sling the strap over your head, adjusting it across your body, and then all three members of your household make your way outside. Maki, however, is not allowed outside of the gate, despite her wailing to say goodbye as well. You hush her as your father climbs into the old family van.

“She’s only so co-dependent cause you baby her all the time,” your Dad teases.

“She is my baby,” you insist, “I practically birthed that cat.”

He snorts, shaking his head at you, “Alright, alright. Be safe, love you pumpkin.”

You lean into the window, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “I will. Love you too, Dad. Have a good day at work.”

You wave him off – behind the gate, to appease Maki so she doesn’t disturb the neighbors. When he is out of your line of sight, you sigh, bending down to poke at Maki as punishment for her dramatics. She falls onto her side, thinking it’s playtime, and begins to bat at your hands. You huff out your nose, shaking your head. 

“Maybe I do baby you too much, you fatass.” 

She meows curiously up at you, and you can’t help but laugh at the display, rubbing at her stomach more affectionately this time. You spend a long time playing with Maki on the pavement of your entryway, enjoying the way she reacts to your poking and prodding fingers dancing across her little tummy. You only stop when you hear feet shuffling up to your gate, looking up to find Kenma. You blink in surprise, checking your phone, 8:00 AM – he was very early, and he was alone. You look around, maybe Kuroo is hiding, but there is no sign of him.

“Morning Kenma,” You finally say, standing to your feet.

“Morning,” he replies, but you can tell his focus is elsewhere. Specifically, on Maki.

Without another word, you bend down and scoop her up, then open the gate to let him in. He hesitates, looking at you nervously, but steps in when you widen your smile. Only after you close the gate do you set Maki down – knowing she would bolt if given the chance to. Kenma immediately squats down to pet her but pauses and looks at you.

“Is she friendly?” he asks.

“Yes, but she won’t be for much longer if you keep depriving her of pets,” you joke playfully.

Kenma smiles, then finally gives Maki her well-deserved butt scratches. You bend down to sit next to him, watching him in amusement. He got this glazed over, delighted look in his eyes, like he was in heaven. It was kind of cute to see. His eyes slipped over to you, and you continued to smile softly at him. There was a careful kind of consideration that crossed his face. Something… gentle and familiar about the look that you could not quite place. Then, he spoke.

“You didn’t mention you had a cat,” he mumbled, turning his gaze back to Maki.

You do the same, “It just didn’t come up, but she’s my pride and joy.”

His fingers find their way up to her collar, thumb rubbing the imprinted hiragana, “Maki. Why’d you name her that.”

You smile fondly at the memory, “I found her on the street when I was like eight or something. She was next to one of those souvenir shops that sell stuff to tourists. The shop had a big Maneki Neko sign, so I named her after that.”

He hums, scratching behind her ears, “So you rescued her?”

“Yeah, she was nothing but skin and bones when I found her. I fattened her up real good though, don’t you think?” As you say that, you give her stomach a playful smack.

“She sure is fat,” he laughs, then he thinks over his next words carefully before speaking, “Do you like rescuing animals?”

You nod excitedly, “Oh yeah. I scored a part-time job at the animal rescue downtown. I work the weekends, and I love it.”

“Paws and claws?”

“That’s the one! You know it?”

He hums his confirmation, “Yep. I’ve thought about trying to volunteer there, but I figured I wouldn’t get the approval.”

You frown at him, adamantly shaking your head, “We could use the help, and I can put in good word for you now. Besides, it would be a good way to get to know each other better.”

He seems to mull over your words carefully, jaw shifting as he thinks. You find him handsome like this, and you have to squash the squealing of the teenage girl in your head, reminding yourself you had met him yesterday. 

“I’ll… think about it,” he answers finally, “if I have the time.”

You huff a laugh out of your nose, “Oh! Uhm, I visited your village last night, it’s so cool. I love that all your villagers are cats, and you’ve got a cute, like, yarn theme going. It’s really, what's the word? Charming?”

He smiles, wide this time, “Thanks. I think I spent over a hundred hours making it perfect… I liked yours too. The way you set it all up was nice and cohesive, it felt like I was walking through a real city.”

“I based it off of my neighborhood back in Miyagi,” you admit, “I wanted it to feel as… homely as possible.”

“Well, you did a good job at that,” he compliments, “My favorite part was how you put your house right next to Bob’s.”

“He’s my favorite villager!” You defend, “He was one of my starters, and I kinda just fell in love with his personality. Y’know, he’s kinda like you!”

“He and Tangy are my favorites,” Kenma replies, still petting Maki, “…Tangy reminds me of you. A little.”

You try to shove down how happy that makes you, though your cheeks still heat up at the thought of it. The universe was out to get you, giving you this new boy who you just couldn’t seem to feel normal about. If Yuu or Tanaka were here they’d never let you hear the end of it. In your attempt to keep composure, a nice silence falls between the two of you. Kenma is still, somehow, dutifully petting your spoiled cat and you scrolling through your phone out of boredom. A few of your friends from Karasuno had posted about their first day back, and you tried not to feel too sour about it. It wasn’t your fault you weren’t there, and it wasn’t theirs for enjoying their time without you. Still, it stung just a little. Only a little, though.

“Have you thought about practice?” Kenma asks, so quiet you almost didn’t catch it.

“Huh? Oh! Yeah,” you respond awkwardly, “Yeah I have. I said I was gonna give it a try, so I won’t go back on my word. When does it go ‘till, though? I have to let my dad know what I’m up to or else he gets nervous.”

“Mine is the same way. My mom couldn’t care less, but he worries too much,” he responds coolly, “practice goes until 5, then we usually grab something to eat from the konbini down the street. So.. 5:30, I guess. We probably won’t today, though.”

“Okay, thanks,” you nod, quickly texting the information to your father. Kenma peers over your shoulder, cat-like eyes watching your fingers dash across the keyboard rapidly. He doesn’t have a touchscreen like you do – most kids your age don’t because they’re so new and expensive – so you don’t pay his prying eyes any mind, assuming it was only curiosity at the phone.

“Who’s shithead?” He asks suddenly.

You’re a bit confused until you look at your screen again and remember you never responded to Noya’s text. ‘Shithead: Remember not to be too intense or you’ll scare him off’ shows on your recent messages. Your face heats up, hoping Kenma didn’t read the message, “Oh! He’s just a friend from back home– Not just friend, sorry. He’d kill me if I said we were just normal friends. He’s my–”

“Your boyfriend?” a much deeper voice from behind asks.

You turn to Kuroo, face hot and flustered as can be. You try to ignore how Kenma’s face falls a little at what Kuroo said, not wanting to unpack that right now. Not this early in the morning, at least, maybe alone in your room tonight.

“Definitely not! Ew!” you exclaim, shaking your head, “I think I’d rather die. He’s my best friend. We’re practically family.”

Again, you try not to acknowledge that Kenma relaxes when you say that. Kuroo shrugs, pointing an accusatory finger at Kenma. 

“You coulda told me you were meeting her here early,” he scolds, “I stood outside your house like an idiot. Mrs. Shimada had to shoo me away, do you know how dumb I looked.”

Kenma rolls his eyes, “I wish I was there to see it.”

“You never leave the house early – actually, you’re almost always still sleeping when I come to get you! Who are you?” Kuroo argues.

An eye roll, “I just felt like it okay? It’s not a big deal or anything.”

A couple of expletives leave Kuroos mouth, and you snicker at him. They were just as amusing in the morning, that's good, yesterday wasn’t a fluke. Hoping to be the keeper of peace, you scoop Maki up from the ground and walk up to Kuroo.

“No arguing, okay, just pet my cat,” you smile, offering her up to him

He sighs, looks at her for a long moment, then begins scratching the top of her head. She purrs in your arms, little paws reaching out to grab at Kuroos arm. That seems to lighten him up, a wonderstruck smile growing across his cheeks as he goes in for more scratches.

“You didn’t mention you had such a cute kitty,” he coos.

“It didn’t come up,” Kenma says, now standing next to you, very close. He reaches up to pet Maki too, and you rationalize that he has to stand close to reach her. (He does not, you know he does not, but you were not going to complain).

“We should probably head out soon if we wanna make it in time,” Kuroo says, though he doesn’t stop his affections for a second.

You let him and Kenma give Maki all the love in the world for about five more seconds, then you pull her away. All three of them are disappointed. Spoiled rotten kitties. You open your front door and shoo Maki inside, laughing at the indignant face she gives you as you close the door. 

“She’s not an outdoor cat?” Kuroo says, a bit disappointed.

“You saw how fat she was!” you laugh, “but seriously, if I leave her outdoors she’ll follow me to class, and I don’t want her getting hit by a car or something.”

The two of them hum and nod in understanding, and then you’re off on your usual route to school. Again you talk about nothing and everything, and time passes incredibly quickly. These two were simple and easy to talk to, for whatever reason. It was a little annoying that you couldn’t place why, but you would count your blessings lest you lose them.

“Hey, are you still planning on coming to practice this afternoon?” Kuroo asks you as you arrive at the vending machines just outside the gym.

You nod enthusiastically, “Yeah! I’m really looking forward to it! You talked a pretty big game, I gotta see if it’s true, right?”

Kuroo laughs while Kenma slides some money in the slot, selecting some kind of juice, “We’re pretty average, but I think we’re fun to watch, maybe.” He comments, sliding another bill into the slot, “What do you want?”

“Oh– I can pay for myself,” you worry.

“I already put the money in, just pay me back later,” He says flatly.

“Aren’t you sweet,” Kuroo teases, much to Kenmas chagrin.

“Just milk, please,” you say finally, and he presses the button.

“I told the coach about you last night, he’s excited to have you,” Kuroo comments as he gets himself something too.

“I hope I live up to the standards then,” you joke.

“We don’t have any standards…” Kenma mumbles.

Your eyes glance over Kuroos hair, and you hum in understanding. He looks offended, and you sip on your milk so you don’t burst out laughing. For what it's worth, though, it gets a smile out of Kenma – which is all you wanted in the first place. Kuroo chooses something peachy, which does not seem to fit his whole persona, and then you are off to your homeroom together. You expect it to be like yesterday, light, playful conversation and quick, but it is not. 

As you are rounding the first of your right turns, a loud, somewhat familiar voice shouts behind you. Kenma flinches and Kuroo rolls his eyes. You have a total of about three seconds to react before there is a blonde boy tackling Kenma forward.

Ah. You think. It’s Yamamoto.

“How rude are you, you didn’t come by to see me yesterday – I gave you my classroom number and everything!” He says, scolding like a parent.

You think, just for a moment, that the sight is very funny. In the kindest way possible, this guy looks like a punk, and he’s scolding Kenma. You cover your giggles with another sip of your nearly empty milk carton. Kuroo sighs, which seems to be a habit of his, and marches forward to separate the two. You smile a little at Kenma, who shies away from your gaze, but still returns to your side like a lost kitten. (You let the teenage girl in you kick her feet over this one because it is cute.)

“Don’t make a scene, Yamamoto,” Kuroo scolds, and all balances itself out.

“‘M not making a scene, dude! I just–” He pauses when he sees you, doing a double take. The best way to describe his face would be: stupid. Like how Tanaka looks when he sees Kiyoko. You sure hope this guy doesn’t think you’re his soulmate – no offense to him. He points at you, “Who’s that?”

You introduce yourself and decide not to mention that you literally introduced yourself to the whole of his class yesterday. Kuroo decides to add, though you wish he hadn’t, “She’s trying out the manager position, so be nice and presentable, alright?”

Instead of being nice or presentable, Yamamoto falls to his knees and begins… praying? You think you see tears come to his eyes, and you realize the world has sent you a new Tanaka to replace the old one. 

“God, Buddha, whoever's out there, thank you for answering my prayers,” you hear him mutter.

Kuroo gives him a kick to his side, and you decide to leave him to deal with that, turning to Kenma. He looks nothing less than exhausted, and you feel a little bad. He was not much of a social creature. Still, he looks at you and sighs.

“I told you to avoid him.”

“Is he always like this?” You ask.

“He’s always whining about how we don’t have a female manager – it’s not fair because Fukurodani has two, we deserve one too.” He recalls, like having flashbacks.

“Kinda creepy…” you mumble, “but, one of my friends from home was kinda like that. Only, he’s convinced that he’s soulmates with his manager.”

Kenma huffs a laugh from his nose, “He still believes in that soulmate stuff?”

You feel a prick of… annoyance in your chest. Not only at the insult to Tanaka but because you believed in ‘that soulmate stuff.’ It also… kinda hurts, for some reason, that he doesn’t believe. Embarrassment and disappointment burn in your stomach at the thought, and you know you shouldn’t feel as bad as you do, but you do. Kenma seems to notice this because his face falls and he bites at his index fingernail. 

“I’m sorry–” he begins, but you cut him off.

“No, no, it’s fine.” The kind, non-confrontational part of yourself wins your mental battle, you didn’t want to debate soulmates with someone you didn’t know well,  “I know most people think it's silly.”

“It’s not–” He tries again.

“You don’t have to defend yourself. I get it.” You assure, smiling warmly at him.

He has this look like he wants to say more. Wide-eyed, eyebrows raised, and lip between his teeth. You hope he doesn’t, because you’re already embarrassed and hurting, and you don’t want to hear him justify why soulmates don’t exist. Why they can’t. You hear it enough from your dad.

The ten-minute bell is your saving grace, alleviating the tension in your shoulders and drawing Kuroo and Yamamoto back to the group. Kuroo splits off early because the nearest flight of stairs is closer back than it is forward, and you are left alone with Kenma – who does not seem to want to talk – and Yamamoto who is already mentally building a statue in your honor in his head. Thanks, Kuroo.

“Are you seriously considering managing for us?” Yamamoto asks, too excitedly, too close.

For some reason, Kenma finds it in himself to squeeze between the two of you, giving you the breathing room you need. Yamamoto grumbles about it, and you briefly see gears turning in his head as he considers the action, but you don’t give him too much time to think.

“I am, yeah,” you respond, “I wanna meet your coach and your team first before it’s set in stone, but… I like volleyball and there’s not much else for me club-wise here, so I’m pretty sure I’ll take the position if I’m wanted.”

“You will be!” He says too quickly, “I-I mean. I think everyone would be more than happy to have a cute girl helping us out every day too.”

You feel your face heat up at the compliment. The straightforwardness was refreshing, just like Noya, but if he flirted with you. Ew.

“We’d be happy with the help anyway,” Kenma jumps in, “we have to do it all ourselves, and it’s tiring after practicing for hours.”

“But it’s extra nice from a pretty girl~” Yamamoto purrs.

“Her gender doesn’t matter, so long as she’s helpful,” Kenma groans.

“Are you even into girls man?”

“Oh look!” You interrupt before things escalate, “This is our stop! It was nice to meet you, Yamamoto. I’ll see you in fifth period!”

You leave him in his bewilderment, ushering Kenma and yourself into the classroom and to your desks. He practically deflates as he sits down, all the tension gone as soon as his butt hits the seat. You chuckle at the look on his face, and he smiles a little, though you’re not quite sure why.

“Thank you,” he says finally.

“I’m used to his kind,” you joke, “If you ever need help, call on me and I’ll be your hero.”

He snorts as you flex your arms playfully in the air. You’re delighted that everything seems to be back to normal, though there is still a nagging thought in the back of your head. The disappointment that he does not believe in soulmates. You don’t know why it’s so disappointing – or, at least, you don’t want to acknowledge why it is.

.·:*˚¨¨ ≈★≈ ¨¨˚*:·.

The bell signaling your last class rings, and you are suddenly hit with nerves unlike any other you’ve experienced. Maybe it’s because you know you’re about to meet a lot of new people all at once, or maybe it’s because you feel the need to be more than you are to impress them, but your stomach is in knots by the time you and Kenma descend the second flight of stairs. You fiddle with your fingers, not sure what else to do with all this nervous energy. God, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. You felt like throwing up. Was it hot, or are you sweating a lot? Ugh, ew, why were you sweating?

“Are you nervous?” Kenma asks, startling you out of your head.

“Oh, uhm, hah… yeah. I guess I am,” you laugh at yourself, “I didn’t think it would be so bad, but now that we’re going…”

He considers you for a moment, before awkwardly patting you on the head. If you weren’t nervous your stomach would be doing backflips for a whole other reason now. “You’ll be fine. I promise everyone else is better than Yamamoto.”

You think – no you know that you look stupid, with your mouth in an open smile and eyes wide. If you think too hard about it, though, you might actually throw up, so you just nod. It’s enough to appease Kenma, and he gestures for you to follow him. Luckily, you do not bump into Yamamoto on the way, so he can’t pester you anymore in his excitement. (He did that plenty once he realized you were in his class. Though, you found it more endearing than annoying. You just couldn’t handle more than what you had right now).

He leads you to the entrance of the field house, where Kuroo and two other guys stand. One is short – like really short – with sandy hair. The other is more average height with tanned skin, and buzzed black hair. They’re both incredibly cool-looking, and you feel your nerves return in full when Kuroo points at you from a distance. It takes everything in you not to stop and turn around, but you manage to approach the three of them.

“Oh? Is this our little manager?” The short one coos, a wide smile on his face, “She’s a cutie!~”

“Don’t be a creep.” Kuroo scowls.

“I’m not being creepy, I’m pointing out a fact.” He snaps back.

“Yeah, like a creepy old man!” Kuroo presses further, and the two of them start bickering.

The normal-looking one sighs, smiles at you, and offers his hand over the bickering of his fellow seniors (you think the short one is a senior, because you can’t imagine a junior being so comfortable arguing with their senpai like that.) “I’m Nobuyuki Kai, don’t pay them any mind.”

You smile weakly, “Hi…” Your voice is small and squeaky, but you manage to introduce yourself. You think Nobuyuki must have the patience of a saint, to put up with his friends and your floundering all at once.

“The short guy is Morisuke Yaku, but don’t call him the short guy, okay?” he winks, and you feel a little better, “Everyone else is already getting changed or warming up. You can talk to the coach inside once you feel up for it.”

Your nerves return in a wave, “Are we late?”

“Kenma’s just slow,” Kuroo finally returns to the conversation, “he’s always the last one here. Normally I’m with him but… I figured I could leave him in your care.”

A knowing smirk grows on Kuroo’s face, and you see Kenma glare at him. Odd… but, whatever. You were just glad that you weren’t late or anything, especially not on the first day.

Morisuke holds his hand out to you, “Morisuke Yaku! Excited to work with you!”

“I already introduced you,” Nobuyuki corrects, causing Morisuke’s smile to drop.

Quickly, you take his hand and introduce yourself, and you swear you see stars in his eyes as the smile returns to his face, “You’re gonna fit in great.” He says enthusiastically. You realize then that your nerves are eased a lot. Is this the power of reliable senpai? 

Kenma tugs at your skirt a little, and you look at him, “I’ll take you to the coach so you can talk to him.”

“Oh,” you almost forgot all about that, “yeah, thanks Kenma.”

The five of you walk in, and then split off from each other. Yamamoto and two excited boys wave at you as you pass. You wonder why you were so worried in the first place. Kenma points out the coach, who is standing off to the side of the court discussing with the Assistant Coach about something. When he spots you (at least, you think he does, since his eyes remain closed) he waves you over with a welcoming smile. You bid Kenma farewell, and quickly close the distance between yourself and the coach.

“You’re the new manager girl?” He asks before you can say anything, and you nod, pulling a hearty chuckle from him, “Welcome to the team!”

The other man clears his throat, “Sir, she’s just trialing today.”

“Don’t be so negative about it Naoi, you’ll scare her off!” The old man scolds. They seem to do a lot of scolding on this team.

“I-It’s no big deal Sir– I’m pretty sure I’ll accept the position, I just wanted to be sure I clicked.” You try and smooth things over, and the old man chuckles at you again.

“Coach Nekomata,” He introduces, “and this is Assistant Coach Naoi. We’re happy to have you.”

You grin, “Thank you! I really hope I stick, so to speak.”

He gestures for you to follow him, so you do, and he leads you over to a set of seats. Coach Naoi does not follow you, instead going over to check up on the boys. He pats the empty one next to him, and you take a seat.

“Tell me about yourself, where you’re from, and your interests.” He says, leaning in intently.

You’re taken aback but recover quickly. Describing your love for animal care, where you came from, and how you got into volleyball. He perks up when you mention coming from Karasuno, and asks a couple of questions about the team. You do your best to reiterate what Tanaka had told you, but you’re not much help since you’re so removed from it now. You do feel a little sad at the loss, but try to remind yourself that your friends haven’t suddenly forgotten about you due to distance. Sugawara’s constant texts asking about Tokyo and Diachi’s reminders to take care of yourself are proof enough of that.

“Our boys are rowdy, but they’re good-hearted. I think you’ll come to love working with them if you give it the time, I know I have.” He says with an air of finality, “Coach Naoi will show you the ropes today, I do hope you decide to stay.”

You give him a shy smile, “Thank you, Sir. I think I’d like to give it a try.”

Another hearty laugh pushes its way out of him, and then he claps his hands together and stands from his seat. Only then do you realize the whole team is changed and ready to begin practice. He waves you over to his side, and you follow him over to Coach Naoi’s side, the boys standing in a half circle around the three of you. Coach Nekomata begins some kind of speech to welcome back the team and get them excited for the coming year, and you take the time to observe the new faces that you’ve yet to see.

First, and most obviously, was a ginormous foreign-looking guy. He had to be at least three heads taller than the other members of the team, and his silver-grey hair and green eyes made him stick out like a sore thumb. Next to him was a kind of cute guy with spiky brown hair and a big smile passively resting on his face. He was one of the boys who waved at you when you passed Yamamoto, which led you to the other kid. He had a black bowl cut and was also awfully smiley, though you’d describe him as more thoughtful-looking than the brown-haired boy. And finally was a boy you recognize passing in the hall once or twice. You’d seen Yamamoto talking with him between classes yesterday, a permanent cat-like look on his face like he was up to no good. There were a couple of others, but they didn’t strike you as interesting – not to be mean. The four of them mixed in with the others you’d met piqued your interest. What kind of players were they? How did they play as a team? Would you be able to fit in with them?

“This young lady here is thinking about being our manager,” Coach Naoi’s voice pulls you out of your thoughts as all eyes fall on you, “do your best to impress her today, and she might just stay.”

Your face heats up, and to hide your embarrassment, you bow and introduce yourself just a little too loud. Luckily, no one comments on it, and they all excitedly bow and welcome you with an eagerness that only teenage boys can have. It reminds you a lot of Karasuno, and your chest warms up at the kindness these boys have afforded you already. You've never managed a team before, and you doubt you’d be any good to start, but you feel the need more than ever to give it your all – if only to make sure their kindness doesn’t go to waste.

Coach Nekomata barks out a few commands for warm-up, and Coach Naoi pulls you to the side to give you a rundown on your responsibilities. Fill water bottles, hand out towels, take notes on the athletes, clean up the balls, and help come up with strategies. Simple things you’d already sort of done before just by proximity to Nishinoya and his love for the sport. Coach Naoi shows you where things are, how best to fill up and transfer multiple water bottles at once, and of course, gives you some reminders of the basics of the game. By the time practice is wrapping up, you can hardly remember why you were so nervous to start. Everything comes so naturally to you, and you mentally make a note to text Kiyoko your thanks for conditioning you later tonight.

You’re so busy learning from Coach Naoi, that you don’t get the chance to talk to any of the team members outside of handing them their towels and water. Kuroo does take the chance to shoot you a thumbs up every chance he gets, which is reassuring. Kenma even smiles at you when you pass him. Every time you pass him actually, without fail. You do your best not to overthink it.

It’s not until you’re picking up balls that you get a chance to talk to some of the other members of the team. Fukunaga – the cat-faced guy – and Inuoka – the spiky-haired cutie – offer their help to you while everyone else cleans up in other places. Inuoka is a first year, and is just as friendly and excitable as you expected, asking all about your interests and happily sharing his when you ask. He’s kind of like a dog amongst cats, which makes him all the more likable in your opinion. Fukunaga the second year on the other hand is more of the quiet observant type, you expect him to be a stone wall, but he is not. He’s actually – pardon your language – fucking hilarious. He has you bursting out laughing with nearly every quip that leaves his mouth. Unfortunately, you don’t get a chance to talk to the others you don’t know, but you learn that the super tall guy is Lev Haiba, who is Russian, though he’s ‘Not cool enough to know the language’ according to Fukunaga. He also was totally brand new to the sport which made sense since he seemed to be way out of his depth. The other was Yuki Shibayama, who Inuoka described as just ‘Nice’ from their interactions at the camp before the semester starting. ‘Nice,’ might’ve been the most vague descriptor possible, but you weren’t gonna give him too hard of a time about it. (Fukunaga did that for you with another jab that had you snickering behind your hand.)

Kenma approached the three of you just as you finished tossing the last of the balls in the basket. You gave him a smile, positioning yourself to face him better.

“Hey Kozume-Senpai,” Inuoka says cheerfully, which makes you feel bad when Kenma’s face doesn’t even shift a little. Jeeze, he was heartless.

“Kuroo wanted me to grab you, you’re on sweeping duty tonight,” he states flatly.

Inuoka groans but obediently jogs over to the broom closet. Only when he’s out of earshot does Fukunaga’s lips twitch up into an almost smile, leaning in to whisper to you, “We don’t assign broom duty.” Then, before you can respond, he walks off casually leaving you and Kenma alone.

“He’s strange,” you comment, still watching him wander away, “but, nice!”

“You don’t have to be so positive about everything,” Kenma responds.

“But I mean it,” you retort, “everyone is so nice. I feel welcomed.”

You begin to put the cart toward the storeroom, and Kenma follows side by side with you. “Everyone is so… cheery. It’s exhausting sometimes.”

“I’m cheery,” you pout, “do I exhaust you?”

The question takes him off guard, his eyebrows lifting in surprise, and then he looks to the floor like he’s considering the question. Again, you do think he’s cute while he’s thinking. His face doesn’t change too much, but there's a subtle furrow in his eyebrows and scrunch of the lips. It’s… charming.

“You’re cheery,” he finally manages, “but… you know when it’s too much. It’s a good thing from you.”

You ignore the nagging part of your brain that wants to ask what that means, and simply smile, “Thanks. And, for the record, your pessimism is kind of a nice thing to have around too.”

His lips quirk at the corners and your heart thrums with pride at the sight. It is quickly interrupted by a throat clearing, and Kuroo is standing behind you already back in his school uniform. He looks more disheveled than usual, and you actually laugh at him this time. He prickles like a pissed-off cat, and you swear you see his hair stand up.

“If you two are done flirting in here, Kenma needs to get changed so we can head out,” He says, annoyed, but somehow still playful about it.

It’s then that you realize you haven’t texted your Dad since practice started. You curse and pull your phone out, pulling up the messages with a frown.

Dad: Let me know when practice is out.

That's all he said, which is significantly worse than a long paragraph about how upset he was. He was angry, but he was also hurt. You groan. The lecture you would get upon returning home was bound to be legendary.

“That looks bad,” Kenma states factually.

You nod, “He’s going to make me feel like shit when I get back.”

“Then let's not waste any more time,” Kuroo announces with two claps, “Go get changed so we can get her home.”

Kenma rolls his eyes but doesn’t do anything else to protest as he moves out of the store room. When he’s gone, Kuroo gives you a weary look, “You all good?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you sigh, “just… frustrating. I’ll be good though.”

He hums, “Did you at least enjoy practice?”

You think back over everything, and you realize… you never ever miss out on texting your dad. The only time you do is when you’re having too much fun with Noya. The comprehension of this draws a little chortle out of you, “Yeah. I had a lot of fun. Who knew menial work like this could be enjoyable?”

“See! I knew you’d be a perfect fit!” He proclaims, “You were all nervous for no reason.”

You scoff, following him as he leads you outside the field house, “You couldn’t have known that I would’ve worked out. I’m practically a stranger.”

Despite your words being a little harsh, he shrugs them off like nothing, “It just… felt right? Like, you know how sometimes you meet someone and you just know you’re gonna be friends. That’s what it felt like with you, especially after seeing how well Kenma took to you.”

You try not to think about Kenma liking you, and consider his words. They echo how you’ve been feeling this whole time, and it feels good to have that reciprocated. “I’ve been thinking the same thing, y’know. I normally don’t… connect well with other people on my own, but for some reason, everything felt natural. Like it was fate.”

“Exactly!” He confirms, “Weird isn’t it?”

“Suuuper weird,” you laugh, “but, it’s nice!”

“You two sound like crazy people,” Kenma says, stepping out of the gym.

“Don’t be rude!” Kuroo defends.

“It is true though, right? Don’t tell me you don’t feel it too,” you insist as the three of you start your walk home.

Kenma gnaws on the thought for a second before responding, “I dunno if I can believe it’s fate or anything like that… but I do like that you were able to fall into place as you have.”

You cannot stop your heart from singing songs at the shy smile on his face. You also cannot decide if this is the universe being cruel or kind to you, but you think you could get used to the giddy feeling in your stomach.

[gaoau]

A Mother's Instinct

He knew when she was about to cry, he knew when she was in danger, he knew when she was doing something stupid. His 'mother senses' tingled and he couldn't explain how or why. "I just know," he shrugged. "It's like a mother-daughter thing." And her tears were gone, replaced with comforted laughter.

pairing — Yaku Morisuke x fem!reader

01. Bristle — Leap of Faith 02. Stir — Night Study Session 03. Shiver — Hiss Hiss, Bitch, It’s Gilbert 04. Bristle — Please, Work on Receiving 05. Stir — Mosquito-Free Zone 06. Stir — Four Ounces of Water 07. Bristle — Suicidal Photoshoot 08. Shiver — Snip-snip, Chop-chop, Stab-stab 09. Shiver — Cats and Dogs and Caffeine 10. Tingle — Goodbye Kiss 11. Stir & Tingle — It’s Been A While

[ originally written: 28/04/2020 - 26/10/2020 ]

[alienaiver]

Who do you ship me with? (Don't automatically pick my favorites, please 😋) You can choose fandoms I don't know yet too.

ill go for some different fandoms !!!!

in bnha im going with......

sato rikido! i think your lovely nature would compliment his as well; and i bet he would do his absolute best to find alternative ways to bake something without sugar or any other ingredients so that you'd be able to ingest snd enjoy his baking!! he would loooove to try and bake tons of things. some of them would end up disappointing for you both, but he loves how you always find anything, even the tiniest thing to compliment; like the crust, or the consistency of the batter!!! he'd love date nights with cuddles and movies about the big questions of life with happy endings but that makes both of you sniffle a little during the sad parts. he'd be very flustered when you met his parents, and even tho its HIS own parents, you'd end up speaking for both of you during the dinner because hes just such a smiley, nervous wreck who nods and stutters !!!

for haikyuu.... that was a tough one solely because of all the lovely options! 👀 but i have to go with fukunaga shouhei !!! 🥺 he'd end up wooeing you with his dry but perfectly delivered jokes and nicely personal pick-up lines. he'd spend a long time making them personalized to impress you! in the beginning theyre a bit hit or miss, sometimes even accidentally insulting. but he ALWAYS makes up for it with a little silly choreographed dance and your favorite drink from the convenience store !!! its very precious and silly, and he completely fell for you when you delivered a witty pun to one of his jokes during a training camp. he was heart eyes for a while in secret (everyone on the team knew) before he decided to give it his shot!!!

im also assigning you a d. gray man husband !!!

this wasnt too hard actually, bcos i think youd make a really adorable pair! im pulling bak chang along, and he'd be a stumbling, stuttering mess introducing himself to you. he doesnt completely trust me that ive told only good things about him to you, because hes a silly goose with various (lazy) morales even tho he has such a high position. tho fret not, when needed he is a good branch chief!!

his dates are a little bit chaotic as he tries to woo you because of the nature of his job, but he never skips on any of the romantic tidbits! theyre just sometimes cut short. after he's successfully (at least he hopes theyve been grand enough to impress you) he spends a lot of time finding you secret hiding spots where he can just. be himself, comfortable and relaxed around you, talking about anything and nothing in particular. hes never had a normal childhood or youth or big experiences outside of the branch, so he enjoys listening to your story from the outside world and what mischief you mightve done as a kid. its a lovely change of pace for the both of you, and you love seeing this relaxed side of him, that he only shows you!!! hes not big on taking care of himself, but he will always make sure youre well fed, well rested and comfortable 🧡 (he even skips work if youre sick to take care of u!!! but he kidnaps you LMAO from the sick ward because otherwise won would find him there and drag him back to work 🤡)

[im-n-your-walls]

Hi there!! I have a request!! May I please have haikyuu boys with an s/o who BITES lollipops? Idk- just, like, a y/n who refuses to lick or suck. They bite. They crunch. They devour lollipops like a fucking demon >=)

(also if you add Fukunaga I will be so fucking happy thank you-)

a/n CHOMP also sorry this took so long I’ve got school list of links 🔗

clutches their crotch for dear life

kuroo, sugawara, Terushima, Tanaka, atsumu

“Don’t do that”

daichi, yaku, kiyoko, kita

bites them too

Fukunaga, Nishinoya, saeko, tendou

∘ ∘ ∘ ( °ヮ° ) ?

Hinata, Kageyama, yachi, yamaguchi, ushijima

[secondary-character-25]

After moving to tokyo as soon as you graduated middle school from myagi, you find yourself becoming Nekoma volleyball team’s only manager. What kind of things are you guys going to be up to? Who knows, but you can find out right now!

About you!

Chapters:

From now on, you’re our manager!

Summary: After Nekoma’s volleyball team practice match with Karasuno, some of the team members grew envious of Karasuno for having a girl manager, that some of the 1st years made it their mission to make their upperclassmen happy and search for a girl that could agree to become their manager.

More chapters coming soon…

ahhhhh this is my very first fanfic that i’ll be posting, i hope you guys will enjoy this! i don’t really have a set schedule but i’ll post when i can!

[hikari-writes]

❥ Secret Route [4]

Part 19;

╰┈➤ feelers: lovergirl and loverboy

Summary ❥ Kuroo had been dating the team's manager, aka you, for quite some time now...or so what Kenma, Yaku, and the whole volleyball club members, thought. With the truth of your relationship status out, will Yaku finally be able to act on his feelings? Or will Kuroo finally decide to break it to you that what he's been telling you were no jokes?

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- 🎉🎉🎉🎊🎊🎊🎊 CONGRATULATIONS FEELERS HAS OFFICIALLY ENDED WHOAAAA !!!! THANK U SM FOR THE PPL WHO READ THROUGH ALL THESE MESS AND ONES WHO RB AND COMMENTS JUST KNOW U GUYS MADE MY DAY (AND THE PPL WHO LIKE TOO TYSM) !!!!

- yes this is an open ending !!! The person that ended up with y/n can be anyone you want from nekoma! It can be kuroo yaku kai kenma fukunaga shibayama yamamoto teshiro inuoka, hell even lev if you want to !!!

- will post an analysis/a breakdown of what was going through my mind when i wrote everything from start to finish 👍👍

- anyways once again tysm for joining me in this journey everything u do makes this silly lil girl vv happy just know that 🥺🥺💓💓

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☆Story Masterlist☆

Kuroo Tetsurō

Kozume Kenma

Yaku Morisuke

Haiba Lev

Kai Nobuyuki

Yamamoto Taketora

Fukunaga Shōhei

Inuoka Sō

Link to ☆Haikyū Main Masterlist☆

More stories to come!

[isimpforbunnys]

*ugly cries in single😭😭😭*

playground - fukunaga x reader

Smut 18+, NSFW, MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI I WILL BLOCK YOU

Word count:

Just something quick i threw together enjoy

CW: public sex, established relationship, unprotected vaginal sex, cis fem reader, pet names, un-beta-ed we die like champions

“It’s our fifth date.” you push yourself down the plastic slide and static buzzes up and across your legs as you fall. It’s late- hours and hours past dusk. The park has long been empty, except for you two. Fukunaga’s standing at the bottom of the slide, hands in his pocket and one leg propped up against the dirty yellow plastic. When you finally stutter to a stop, he applauds much like a parent watching a toddler.

“I’m so proud of you for learning to count, hon.” he jokes with a wink, “Gold star.”

“Oh, thank you. It’s been a really harrowing journey.” you roll your eyes and lean back on to your elbows, looking up at your ‘boyfriend’. At least, that’s what you’ve been calling him in your head. You two are exclusive, but the label makes it feel serious, feel real. He’s watching you with a purely tickled smile, all teeth, pearly white things that you see too often… and can’t wait to see more of.

Keep reading

[haikyu-mp4]

♥︎ nekoma

back to masterlist

Fukunaga Shohei

Illusion

Kenma Kozume

Wrong call turned right

Favourite colour

How to care for you

Boss battle

Sponsored

Mario Kart

Meeting with the Kozumes

You’re not actors

Charmander and Charizard

Potty mouth

Kuroo Tetsuro

Nervous laughter

Just Dance

Fussy

Deep interest

Expensive taste

Pirate – drabble

Non-public relations

Shibayama Yuki

Great potential

Yaku Morisuke

A harmless little prank