#shoyo hinata one shots

[kasiers]

A LITTLE LONGER — SHOYO HINATA

pairing: brazil!shoyo hinata x reader

synopsis: a lazy morning waking up with your dear boyfriend while he tries to convince you to stay in bed with him a bit longer <3

contains: gn!reader, pure fluff, established relationship, timeskip!shoyo hinata and even more fluff !! slight spoilers since this is timeskip

word count: 1.1k

a/n: based on this req ! when i was editing this the wc was originally 998 so i decided i might as well push it to 1k+ LMAO

Soft morning rays peeked through Shoyo’s blinds, casting an ethereal golden glow over everything in his small bedroom. The light bounces off the glossy covers of the various books scattered on his floor, ranging from volleyball training manuals to English learning guides and the Dragon Ball DVDS numbered from the very first until the latest.

You stirred lightly in your sleep, feeling a gentle pressure on your neck which pulled you awake. You shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. As you moved, his grip on your waist tightened, pulling you closer to him as your back pressed against his chest. He hummed softly, his warm breath brushing against your skin. 

The gentle buzz of the city outside his apartment was a comforting distant backdrop, the smell of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen filled your nostrils. Must be his roommate, you thought. 

You shift slightly in his embrace, still amazed that you and Shoyo can lay comfortably on his small twin size bed. You frown softly at the weight of Shoyo’s arms wrapped over you thanks to the muscles he’s built up. You gently lift his arm, catching a glimpse of the large delivery bag by the end of his bed. You carefully hold his arm up as best as you could without waking him up, turning around to face him. 

When you had finally settled into a more cozy position, you were met with his sleepy expression which made your heart flutter. You could tell he was half-asleep and tired, likely trying to recover from his games that had run late from the night before presumably with that high school friend of his that he told you about.

You nestled closer to Shoyo, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest as he instinctively wrapped his arms around you once more, keeping you in a comfortable lock.

“Good mornin’ baby,” Shoyo murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he presses a soft kiss to your head, taking in the time to smell the sweet scent of your shampoo.

“Good morning, Sho,” you replied back, your voice equally hushed. You look up at him, though he doesn’t open his eyes as he’d rather not be greeted by the sunlight just yet. His hair at the moment looked unkempt and wild, you can’t help but form a soft smile on your lips. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asks, his voice a drowsy murmur as he tries his best to fight back his fatigue. How could he fall back asleep when your presence was like a warm blanket he never wanted to let go of? He could stay like this forever.

You nodded as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. You could smell a hint of his cologne and natural musk. You threw your arms over him, both your legs tangled with his and the white blanket draped over both of you. 

You traced small lazy patterns on his back, feeling the steady rhythm of his breathing. Your actions gave him a sense of belonging, grounding him in this very moment. 

“Yeah, I did. How about you?” you murmured against his skin, your voice soft, “ You must’ve been exhausted after last night.”

He felt the vibrations of your words, sending a shiver down his spine. “I’m okay,” he says quietly, his fingers gently fiddling with the ends of your hair.

You both lay there silently, seconds turning into minutes stretching into a blissful eternity. You finally had a sense of peace that you felt like you hadn’t experienced in a long time, thanks to your busy work schedule. 

“I don’t want to get up,” Shoyo admitted, his grip on you tightening slightly. “This is too nice.”

You laughed softly, nudging him gently as you pushed off him just a bit to look up at his face and hum in agreement. “Mhm, I know Sho, but don’t you have training today? Are you seriously trying to slack off on your responsibilities?”

Shoyo sighed dramatically as he nuzzled his face into your hair, “baby, would ya kill me if I asked for a few more minutes?”

You shifted your gaze up at him, your lips curving into a soft smile. The warm sunlight streaming through the blinds shined down on his sleepy yet energetic face, and for a moment, you forgot about everything else but the comfort of his presence. 

You knew you had to get up soon— there was work waiting for you, and Shoyo had training scheduled for the morning. But the longer you looked at his bright, hopeful eyes, you found it hard to resist. 

“You’re impossible, you know that?” you said, completely giving up, your voice a gentle tease. “I’ve got work, and you have training today. We can’t just lie here all day.”

Shoyo’s lips held a small cheerful grin, it was as if he wasn’t just worn out minutes prior, his eyes sparkled with a mix of charm and enthusiasm. “Come on, lemme enjoy this time with you baby,” he says smoothly, voice filled with genuine affection.

He squeezes you gently as if to plead, you’d be lying if you said his energy wasn’t infectious, it was difficult not to deny him of such a request especially when he looked at you like that. “I’ll get up right after, I promise,” he added, his tone hopeful.

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his persistence. It was hard to stay annoyed when he was being so affectionate. “You’re really trying to sweet-talk me, huh?” you said, shaking your head slightly but not pulling away. “Alright, fine. A few more minutes. But you better not be late for your training.”

His face lit up immediately upon hearing your words, muttering sweet and small thank you’s as he pulled you in even closer, nestling his face into your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin. “Thank you… thank you baby…” he murmured, it was hard not to be charmed by his gratitude.

Once again, you found yourself sinking back into his embrace, the warmth of his body pressing against yours as it soothed you. Shoyo tightened his hold on you, his fingers brushing gently against your back securely. The gentle rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek was comforting while the soft hum of his breathing was like a gentle breeze that carried you into a peaceful slumber. 

Maybe you could call in sick to watch him and Heitor for the day, Nice would love your company after all.

[dearru]

thinking abt best friend!hinata shoyo who is desperately in love with you and everybody knows it. it’s so obvious with the way he mentions you in every conversation, goes out of his way to help you even if it inconveniences him, and the way he looks at you with stars in his eyes because you’re his favorite person in the whole world. he wants to be yours so badly that he can’t contain it and one day he’ll overflow from how much love he has for u.

[yanderecrazysie]

Just the Way You Are (Yandere! Hinata)

Requested on Quotev.

I love writing chubby reader because I’m chubby myself and there isn’t enough content out there for us lol

Title: Just the Way You Are

Pairings: Yandere! Hinata Shoyo x Reader

WARNINGS: yandere themes, chubby reader, lots of insecurities

“When I see your face

There's not a thing that I would change

'Cause you're amazing

Just the way you are

And when you smile

The whole world stops and stares for a while

'Cause, girl, you're amazing”

-from “Just the Way You Are” by Bruno Mars

The gymnasium was not your favorite place to be. 

You fidgeted with the hem of your uniform shirt, feeling uncomfortable in the presence of so many tall, athletic boys. You had already pulled your skirt waistband up so that it would push your stomach in a little, but there was no way to hide your chubby cheeks and the flab you had on your arms.

You leaned back on the stands so that your back lay against the higher benches. Not very comfortable, but looking at the ceiling made you less insecure than looking at guys with clear six-packs or thin frames.

The whistle blew, signaling the end of practice, and footsteps rapidly approached you. You sat up and smiled shyly when you recognized your childhood best friend.

“You waited for me!” Hinata sounded surprised, his orange hair drenched with sweat. He sounded a little out of breath, but not too exhausted. If anything, he looked as bright-eyed and bushy-tailed as ever.

“I always do,” you laughed, “Now, let’s go.” You didn’t want to stay here any longer than you had to.

Hinata nodded, his face lighting up in a smile as bright and beautiful as the sun, “I’ll grab my bag!”

You walked to the entrance and waited there. You stared at the ground when the other volleyball players walked by. 

What did Hinata see in you? Why didn’t he want to hang out with the rest of his team? They shared his love of volleyball and were athletic, after all.

“Ready?” Hinata asked, jolting you from your thoughts. You nodded and the two of you began the long walk home. The two of you both lived in the same neighborhood, which is how the two of you met. He had convinced you of Karasuno High’s awesomeness and you figured the bike rides would help you lose a few pounds. But no matter what you did, the weight stubbornly stayed.

Hinata always walked with a spring in his step, but he was so close this time that your shoulders brushed occasionally. He looked at you sideways and said, “Thanks again for waiting for me. I know you don’t really like volleyball all that much.”

It wasn’t so much the sport that bothered you, but you were too embarrassed to say that to him. “It’s okay, I like waiting for you, even if it’s a sweaty gym.”

The two of you walked in silence. You could tell by the way Hinata side-glanced at you frequently that he had something to say. There was no need to rush him, you decided, waiting for him to decide the right time to speak.

“You know, I’m really glad you waited there for me,” Hinata said softly, avoiding your gaze, “Like, really glad.”

Your cheeks grew warm, “All I do is sit there.”

“Exactly!” he said, spinning around to walk backwards in front of you, “You don’t have to do anything! Just you being there makes it easier for me to play!”

“I don’t see how,” you said, feeling like your face was on fire from how embarrassed you were.

“You are-” Hinata started, but he cut off as he ran into something, the consequences of walking backwards.

“Watch where you’re going, idiot,” Kageyama scoffed as Hinata jumped about a mile after realizing he had backed into his new teammate.

Kageyama’s steely eyes turned to you and softened, “I saw you waiting at our practice. What’s your name?”

You gave him your name, squirming a little under the gaze of someone so intense. You knew the two of them didn’t currently get along very well, but that Kageyama had “gotten better since junior high”. Whether that was about his volleyball skills or his attitude or both, you weren’t sure.

“You into volleyball?” Kageyama asked and, before you could answer, he suggested, “Maybe you could come to one of my weekend practices. You could play the spiker.”

You were surprised by the invitation and were about to accept, when you saw Hinata out of the corner of your eye. His sunny disposition had disappeared, like clouds blotting out the sun. His eyes were narrowed to slits, glaring a hole into Kageyama’s head.

“Yea- No.”

Kageyama was confused, “Yes or no?”

“No. Sorry.”

Kageyama shrugged, “Let me know if you change your mind.”

As he continued on his way, Hinata glared after him until the ravenette was out of sight. 

“You just let him flirt with you!” he hissed.

“Flirt?” you were genuinely surprised, “That was flirting?”

Hinata pouted for a moment, his cheeks puffed full of air, before he let out the breath he’d been holding and calmed down, “Of course he was flirting!”

“No one would flirt with me,” you laughed hollowly, “I’m too f-”

Hinata grabbed you by the shoulders, his pupils blowing wide as he pulled you closer, “Don’t. Even. Say. It.”

You looked at him, stunned by his change in demeanor, but let him finish.

“You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen, with or without makeup. It’s not just me that thinks so either- you don’t understand the stares that follow you down the hall- but I do! And I can’t stand it! Of everyone in the entire world, I’ve only ever wanted you!”

You stared at him in silent shock. Hinata… thought you were beautiful? 

“Don’t talk to Kageyama ever again,” he warned, “Or I might do something we’ll both regret.”

From the expression on his face, you were pretty sure he wasn’t bluffing. 

Still, he liked you. Thought you were beautiful.

And in the end, that was all that mattered to you.

[candykenma]

A Man not a boy

18+ Minors don't interact

Anime men x Reader

A man that buys you flowers everyday and that kisses you before he goes to work. A man who provides without you asking for it. A man who puts you first. That same man is the man who wraps his hand around your neck pumping his cock into you. That same man that whispers sweet nothing's into your ear making you take inch after inch.the same man encouraging you to take more of him saying"you can take it ik you can" or"you look so pretty" taking it"The same man who will lay you on his chest telling you how good you did. The same men you are madly in love with.

Bakugo katsuki, kirishima ejiro,Hawks,izuku midoriya, sugawara koushi, hinata shoyo, yuno,

[ushouldwatchhaikyuu]

drop some requests pls? i wanna write smth but i dont rlly feel like continuing any of my current drafts cause they're all still in their early angsty part LMFAO

[fuyine]

Notice Content: Drabbles || Head cannons || One Shots

Drabbles:

you try to open the door on your own

you are sick

you got hurt

they got hurt

argument arises

needing comfort

period comfort

One Shots

Mad | s.kiyoomi

Fandoms I write for:

Haikyuu!

Genshin Impact

Heaven's Official Blessing | Tian Guan Ci Fu

Case Closed: Detective Conan

Magic Kaito

Windbreaker

Many more

Open for any genre and AU || Oneshots are sometimes inspired by songs and their prompts can be requested by written in different character vers. if requested. for ex. kuroo's version of mad.

Additional Content:

Just don't bite me out for taking so long to post. Make sure to always read my stories with a grain of salt as the character's acts may be far from their real/cannon personalities.

TAGS: #fuyinedrabbles | #fuyinemasterlist | #fuyinenotice | #fuyineoneshots | #fuyineheadcannons

[hoperenae]

Turning Heads (a Haikyuu fanfic by hoperenae)

PREVIOUS — SERIES MASTERLIST — NEXT

PART 23- New Move

The evening before the last day of our Tokyo summer training camp stretched before me. The sun was creeping beneath the horizon, and the fireflies were in full swing. Even with the sun mostly gone, it was still hot and sticky outside, and the gyms provided little respite.

Earlier in the day, after Nekoma kicked our asses for the umpteenth time, Kuroo came over to me and invited me to extra practice tonight with the same crew as the other night. I, of course, said I’d be there. This was my last chance to learn something new, and after today’s matches, I knew just who to turn to.

When I walked into Gymnasium 2, I went straight over to Fukurodani’s setter.

“Hey, Akaashi,” I began, “I need your help.”

“What can I do for you, Arya?” Akaashi asked, tucking a volleyball under his right arm.

“Do you think Bokuto would help me learn a new move?”

“I don’t see why not,” he shrugged. “But if you want him to be really excited about it, be sure to hype him up and tell him how awesome he is. That usually works.”

I laughed. “Roger that.”

Fukurodani’s ace was animatedly talking with Hinata across the room, so I made my way over to them.

“Bokuto-san,” I said with a wave as I came to a stop in front of them. “I was wondering if you could help me with a new move.”

Bokuto raised his eyebrows. “Oh? What kind of move?”

“I wanna learn how to do a cross-shot, and since I saw your wicked one earlier today, I figured who better to ask than the master himself?” I smiled and glanced over at Akaashi who gave me a small smile and a nod.

Bokuto’s eyes lit up, and he puffed out his chest. “Of course! After all, I am the best.” He grinned. “Akaashi! Toss for us?”

I figured that while Bokuto, Akaashi, and I worked on cross shots, Hinata, Tsukki, and Kuroo would work on something on their own. Instead, they were all standing on the sidelines. I had an audience: lovely. My new mentor was next to me, volleyball in hand.

“Okay,” Bokuto began, “all you have to do is open your body up like boom, then curve your arm around like whoosh, then you smash it like pow!”

My face scrunched up, and I tilted my head. “Uhhh…” I stammered.

“HA!” Kuroo cackled from the sidelines. Akaashi had his head in his hands, Tsukki was holding back a chuckle, and Hinata was wide-eyed and nodding madly. Of course that little tangerine would understand; they both spoke simpleton.

Bokuto looked discouraged at the laughter, but I quickly jumped in and put a hand on his arm. “Um, Bokuto, maybe it would be easier if you just showed me first.”

He lit up again. “Yeah, let’s try that!” He tossed the ball to me and got into position. I threw the ball toward Akaashi who turned it into a beautiful set. Bokuto jumped and did…exactly what he described. Now that I saw it in action, it was much easier to comprehend. When he did it in the practice match, I was so taken aback that I didn’t have time to watch his movements closely. But now, I marked everything: the precise height of his jump; the way his body opened up for a straight; the way his arm curved around at an impossible angle. All of it melded together to create the perfect cross shot.

I tried the motion with my arm, and it felt a little awkward, but I knew the only way to get better was to practice, so I took my place to get a running start. Bokuto tossed to Akaashi, Akaashi set to me, and I hit it right into the net. The second attempt, I made it over the net but outside the lines. By my eighth attempt, I hit it over perfectly but my hand hit the net.

“One more,” I panted, hands on my knees. “This is the one; I can feel it.”

The toss went up, I jumped, and…I did it! It wasn’t quite as sharp as Bokuto’s, but judging by the fact that everyone’s jaws were on the floor (even Tsukki looked impressed), I knew it was going to grow into a weapon I could use on the court. After a long and sweaty week of camp, after all of the losses and penalties and extra practices, I had finally found it: my special move.

TAGLIST: @bokuroibi @lemurzsquad

[softeninglooks]

i never dreamt of times like these | oihina

oihina are my favourite friendship in hq, so after seeing this lovely piece of fanart, i couldn’t stop myself from writing about them 🥹

When Shoyo slowly blinks slumber away from his eyelids, the spot on the other side of the bed still retains some of its former warmth, though the sleepy hand that he runs over it is met with the cold softness of empty bedsheets at the end of his fingertips.

A ray of early sunlight is streaming into the room, gently falling onto Shoyo’s bare freckled shoulder. He can hear the distant murmurs of the waking city, beyond the half-open windows and fluttering white curtains, and feel the gentle morning heat rising. It will be another sunny day, filled with the familiar scorching of the sand under his feet and the coolness of beers with friends in the evening.

Shoyo yawns into his pillow, lazily turning over in the few seconds of drowsy bliss that he savours before decisively jumping to his feet. A professional athlete, he no longer counts on lying in to properly delight in the benefits of a good morning - a delectable and energising breakfast, this is what he enjoys the most. Quickly pulling a cream-coloured t-shirt over his head, Shoyo stops by the bathroom before heading toward the kitchen, where a certain person may be waiting for him. The delicious wafts of coffee and sugar floating into the rest of the apartment is enough to tell him that Tooru is making breakfast.

He finds him by the hotplates, an old light blue San Juan VC t-shirt hugging the defined muscles of his supple torso, and his short brown hair slightly disheveled from the night. In his hand, a pan is happily sizzling with eggs and spices, while fresh coffee is brewing on the kitchen counter by a plate of diced fresh fruit. They bought the apartment together only a couple of months ago, but the cooking utensils playing hide and seek all over the place, the matching hand-towels hanging by the sink, and the chipped mug that Tooru insists on keeping—for old times’ sake—already make it feel like home. There are trophies and medals gathered on a shelf, pictures with friends and family put on display in the living room, the Olympic flag hung on one of the walls, a new couch that they bought for half the original price, volleyballs stacked in a corner of the room. 

Tooru cranes his neck to see him when Shoyo walks in, his face illuminated by a warm smile. “Morning, Sho-chan.”

The endless care in Tooru’s eyes, aimed at him; the affectionate nickname that he gave Shoyo when they started going out, rolling off Tooru’s tongue; they send shivers down Shoyo’s spine as his hand sets on the small of Tooru’s back. “Good morning, Tooru.”

How has Oikawa, a high school rival that seemed to him so unreachable, become this to him? How could it be that their paths crossed again, so many years later, and ever since intertwined? Shoyo presses a kiss onto Tooru’s arm, and he tells himself that he cannot think too much into it. Somehow, he caught Tooru’s eye, and all he wishes for is to offer him a lifetime of the heaven that they first shared during those couple of days in Rio, when they had found an unexpected fragment of home in each other. Unbeknownst to them, back then they had given each other the very thing that they needed. A breath of passion; a friendly hand to pull oneself back up.

Peeking at the golden omelette in the pan, Shoyo feels the caress of Tooru’s lips on his temple. “The omelettes will be ready in a minute,” he says, focused on the dish he is preparing. It had not taken long for Shoyo to notice that whatever Tooru sets his mind to, be it volleyball, assembling furniture, or cooking, he does with the utmost dedication, never accepting to back down or leave it be if he cannot achieve the goal he imagined. Discipline, consistency, hard work; Shoyo and Tooru live by the same principles. But when they are together, the fun part never dies out. Shoyo wraps his arms around Tooru’s neck and plants another kiss onto his cheek, which has Tooru chuckle and teasingly mumble “the omelettes will burn if I get too distracted, Sho-chan.”

Shoyo pours steaming coffee into their mugs while Tooru is taking care of their meal, and when Tooru returns to the kitchen counter with two plates, the two of them are caught in the familiar rhythmicity of domestic routine. Shoyo’s body moves instinctively to leave room for Tooru who is setting down the plates, their arms brushing against each other, their legs bumping under the surface of the table. A tender touch, the gentle collision of their movements, fitting together. Tooru’s hand cups Shoyo’s cheek and he leans across the counter to kiss him on the lips, enthralled by the kindness that he reads on Shoyo’s face, the unbounded love that he sees in his brown eyes, speckled with gold under the morning light. Shoyo kisses back, with the impulse of a thousand butterflies taking off in the pit of his stomach. 

“Thank you for the breakfast,” Shoyo murmurs against Tooru’s lips, his hand softly going up Tooru’s tight forearms.

“Anything for my beloved,” Tooru flashes a smile at him, ever playful and loving, and glances at their plates. “Dig in while it’s still hot.”

“Itadakimasu!” 

The omlette is delicious. They eat, chat, and discuss the latest V. league news. Laughter is echoing in the kitchen, the sunlight is pouring into the room, catching in Shoyo’s blazing hair, and they cannot take their eyes off each other. In the afternoon, they will be playing beach volleyball again, then Tooru is to write back to a journalist who wishes to interview him for a Brazilian sport’s magazine—Shoyo took care of teaching Tooru the basics of Portuguese. Never has Shoyo thought that his life would come to this, having breakfast with Tooru in their very own apartment, their futures full of dreams that once seemed impossible. And, with every bite into the omelette, he tastes all the love that was put into building this life.

[hoppy8544]

I always wanted more, this is a dream comic for me.

“The Promise” Haikyuu!! Exhibition One-Shot

**SPOILERS ABOUND**

So, in Chapter 401, Kageyama took the first step towards mending his relationship with Kindaichi and Kunimi by saying that one day, he wanted to play volleyball with them again.

Furudate followed up on this promise by actually drawing the one shot.

If you want to read a translated version of the panels below, check out this tweet as the awesome @todokugo did an English translation: https://twitter.com/todokugou/status/1359894847407194112?s=20 

Anyway, here are the panels of this awesome one-shot:

I never realized I loved Kunimi’s character until this short story. 

He is the epitome of every mid-twenties college student who didn’t continue to play sports like his crazy volleyball idiot friends. He makes a point of saying how he’s not kept in shape like Kindaichi and the others. 

But I just LOVE the stoic, calm expression Shoyo gives him as he says, “Don’t worry, the sand is gentle.” Kunimi’s FACE, I SWEAR –

Of course, Shoyo and Kageyama get on a team first to play Kindaichi and Kunimi. But as great a player as The King of the Court is, beach volleyball is different, and Shoyo points out that they were on the “Bad Side” of the court, and not in a good place for a serve, as his goes out of bounds.

I love the shot of Kunimi looking up at the ball, like he’s slowly getting back into it as a player. All those years away from high school volleyball aren’t lost…

And we get to see the group play with one another for multiple sets, Kunimi even landing a service ace – which I LOVE his response to, with the peace sign!

My favorite duo is definitely Shoyo and Kunimi in this, but I love that Shoyo gets to set for Kageyama – did we think we’d get to live to see the day?! 

I love Kunimi and Shoyo as a pair for this match because when you think about it, it’s perfect for beach volleyball – Kunimi’s high stamina and no-frazzle play mode paired with Ninja Shoyo bouncing all over the place?!

I agree with Shoyo at the end: Kunimi might actually be made for beach volleyball – much to his chagrin – so, I guess now I’m in a major “Kunimi and Shoyo as Beach Volleyball Players Brain Rot Hell.” 

Call if you need me! And thank you for the food, Furudate-sensei!

[utahimeow]

“kenma?”

“hmm?”

he doesn’t take his eyes off the tv screen where he shoots at enemies left and right, but his ears are all yours.

“who was your first kiss?”

it’s become a habit of yours to watch his fingers move on the controller, long and thin and dexterous, wondering how he manages to move them in such a swift manner that to you seems impossible.

“didn’t have one,” he says, blunt.

“ever?”

“ever.”

“how?” you ask, both surprised and not—though now that you think about it, through all the years you’ve known him, he probably would have told you if he had.

“all i did in middle and high school was play volleyball and game. didn’t have time to kiss anyone. also didn’t care about it,” he admits.

you suppose if he wasn’t with you or kuroo, he was at home, playing video games. but there was that little obsession of his with shoyo hinata… so you guess it wasn’t a crush after all.

there’s only an ounce of hesitation behind what you say next, because yes, kenma’s your best friend and this could change the trajectory of your entire relationship with him, but also it’s kenma. kenma who you’ve shared a bed and clothes with, kenma who’s seen you at rock bottom and who’s wiped your snot and tears away when you were at your lowest, kenma who you’re attached at the hip with.

“what if i was your first kiss?”

kenma doesn’t falter at your words, not even for a second as he plays on expertly, nonchalant as always.

“uhh, why?” he asks, and you’re triumphant. if it was a ‘ew, no, what the fuck?’ then that’s how you’d know you fucked up. but it’s not.

“it kinda makes sense for me to be your first. also, i just wanna know what it’s like to kiss you,” you admit, shrugging your shoulders.

the next few moments are full of nothing but controller sounds and the music from the video game on the tv. in the faint glow that radiates from the screen, you make out a tiny dusting of pink on kenma’s pale cheeks.

eventually he gulps. then, “can we drink first?”

your mouth falls open with an insulted gasp and you have half a mind to smack him over the head.

“if you think i’m ugly you can say that, kozume,” you pout, crossing your arms.

“it’s not because i think you’re ugly, dumbass.”

“then why do you need to be drunk to kiss me?!”

kenma is silent again. he doesn’t have to look at you to know you’re staring at him utterly indignantly.

“because i’m too scared to look you in the eyes right now.”

oh.

now you get it.

kenma kozume is such a virgin. and you want him so incredibly badly. in fact you have to restrain yourself from jumping into his lap and kissing him until he can’t think straight.

instead you slide off the couch and head towards his fridge, grab two bottles of asahi and the bottle opener from the utensil drawer before padding back over to the couch, sitting an inch or two closer to kenma than you were before.

you click one bottle open for him, then one for yourself, then without a hint of hesitation you take a confident swig until you’re near chugging the drink.

“chill,” kenma says, side-eyeing you after taking a swig from his own bottle. “don’t want you pulling a himeno on me.”

you let out a noise that’s half-scoff and half-laugh, smacking at his arm. “don’t joke about that. that scene was traumatic.”

two bottles of beer later, kenma’s in-game reflexes start to waver. he’s no longer as sharp as usual, though his tipsy state still trumps the skills of an average player. meanwhile, your head floats with the buzz of alcohol—well, it hovers.

“kenmaaa,” you whine, shaking his arm, when all of a sudden his character is shot to death and the screen pauses as if to deliberately rub his defeat in his face. you stifle a giggle while he runs his hands over his face, though you’re pretty sure it’s not because he lost.

“what?” he asks, but he fails at conveying any real irritation towards you. his voice is small, frail almost.

“i wanna kiss you,” you say. your fingers still cling to the fabric of his hoodie sleeve. kenma’s entire body burns from it. he’s so fucked.

“okay, fine,” he says, turning his body to finally face you and criss-crossing his legs on the couch. “this feels awkward though, how are we-”

and you’ve waited long enough for this, and the alcohol that buzzes through your system makes you throw all your morals out the window, and you’re grabbing him by fistfuls of his hoodie and dragging him towards you until your lips smash—literally—together, and finally he shuts up.

you’re not sure what overcomes you, but you’re kissing him like you’re hungry, not quite ravaging him, but years of yearning deep inside of you bubbles to the surface and fills you with desperation.

also, you’re tipsy.

it’s not long before you come back to your senses a little and remind yourself that this is just his first kiss. go easy on him, maybe?

you move away, slowly, as though trying not to startle him, to find a pair of golden feline eyes blinking back at you. they’re swimming with something unintelligible, something akin to… need? you think you must be seeing things. you’re tipsy, after all.

the silence that hangs over the pair of you is heavy—too heavy. it hurts your shoulders. you laugh so that it goes away, covering your face as though kenma’s timidness was contagious and has now spread to you.

eventually, when you peer back up at him, he’s grinning almost… triumphantly. despite the blush that covers his entire face, he looks victorious. his face replaces any words he could say, and he turns back to his game without a word.

you, however, struggle to keep your thoughts to yourself.

“can we do that more often?” you ask, leaning your frame against his, nuzzling your face into his warmth.

“yeah, we can.”

[sixosix]

religion's in your lips

third year to timeskip!hinata x fem!reader, a tad suggestive

It’s Shoyo’s fault.

You don’t join Shoyo’s outings often; most of them are volleyball-related anyway, and you didn’t want to get in the way. But right now, it’s just the third years, and Shoyo had begged so sweetly with round eyes that you would be cruel to even think about denying him.

Kageyama sits on your other side, stiff and polite, jostled here and there by Shoyo pressing up against you. Tsukishima, Yamaguchi, and Yachi sit on the other side of the table. Conversation is light and comfortable. They don’t exclude you even when talking about practice matches and lineups—Yamaguchi asks you about your own club ever so often, too.

Yamaguchi claps his hand, forcing everyone’s attention on him. Except Shoyo, who’s busy tracing stars on your hand. “Do you guys want to watch a movie this weekend? I heard they’re releasing a sequel of the one we watched back in first year.”

Yachi emits a wordless sound of excitement, easily agreeing. Kageyama and Tsukishima begrudgingly agree at the same time, then sneer at each other. Then they all turn to you and Shoyo.

Shoyo grins. “Sorry, I got plans already.”

“You get a girlfriend, and suddenly you forget about us,” Yamaguchi mourns. Shoyo laughs while you get flustered and assure them that you’re not keeping your boyfriend hostage. Kageyama says that they know Hinata is the one doing it.

“You’re going to watch our match next week, though, right?” Shoyo asks you in a low whisper, as the other three dutifully settle in their own world.

“You don’t even need to ask, Shoyo,” you tell him. “Of course.”

Shoyo’s eyes brighten impossibly, face split into a grin. He looks like he wants to push you down onto the floor to kiss you in front of his friends, but he doesn’t. You knew he wouldn’t.

It’s Shoyo’s fault.

Really. Seriously this time. Specifically, Hinata Shoyo from third year. He’s changed from first year, gained more confidence, but he’s still shy and soft-spoken with you, which you expected from someone as sweet as him. It set your expectations for him and what your relationship would look like in the years and years that you’ll spend with him: bearing that first love kind of shyness.

It takes about two years to prove you wrong.

When Shoyo came back from Brazil, the first thing he did was kiss you breathless in front of everyone in the airport.

His strong arms around your waist, pulling you up—which you had to think ‘thank God’ for because your knees have definitely buckled. You don’t think too much about it, because he’s been gone for two years—two!!—and you’ve missed each other too much.

But when Hinata’s mouth descends to your jaw, you have to push him by the chest and exclaim (albeit weakly), “Shoyo—there are still people behind us!”

Shoyo blinks and pulls off, his eyes fogged over with heat that makes you have to look away, having to remind yourself that you’re in public and you do not want to beg for him to continue. Thankfully, his friends yelling his name seems to have snapped him out of it.

But his palm never left your side, splayed over your hip like a mark.

It gets worse at his homecoming party thrown by his teammates back at Karasuno. You’re familiar with them, and they’re familiar with you, so of course, it wasn’t a problem when Shoyo was pulled away to greet everyone. You made friendly conversation with Sugawara-san, caught up with Nishinoya, and joked around all night with Yamaguchi and Tsukishima.

“You called each other every night?” Yamaguchi’s brows have shot up all the way to his hairline.

You smile. “I mean—isn’t it normal for people in a relationship?”

Tsukishima shrugs. “Hinata loves you as much as he loves volleyball, I’m not surprised.”

Yamaguchi considers it. “Hmm, I guess.”

“Hinata’s waiting for you,” Kageyama mutters from behind you, appearing out of nowhere. His brows are stitched together, and his mouth is pulled in his ever-permanent Kageyama pout. “His staring is pissing me off. Can you go get him?”

“He’s not a dog, Tobio,” you chide lightly but grin all the same when you turn to your side and see Hinata Shoyo’s eyes drilling holes into your head.

He’s not mouthing anything. Shoyo stays seated on the loveseat, looking entirely isolated from the crowd around him. His eyes say it all: come here.

Helpless to his whims, you obey.

“Shoyo,” you murmur as soon as you reach him.

He pulls you to his lap. “Baby.”

You freeze. He’s never called you that before—his expression isn’t shy at all, too, just expectant. Heat crawls down your body as he tugs your back to his chest, resting his chin on your shoulder. Shoyo’s own warmth is a burning sensation. You feel lightheaded.

“Ah—well, um.” You pinch your arm. “Are you feeling okay? Did you drink?”

“There’s no alcohol here.”

“I’m pretty sure I saw Sugawara-san holding a bottle.”

“Ah, well. Sugawara-san.”

You understand. What you don’t understand is what happened in those two years to have Shoyo’s hand crawling on your thigh, a scorching mark on only that part of your skin. To have Shoyo’s breath on the nape of your neck without him flushing and flinching away. To have Shoyo have this air of confidence around him that’s usually in volleyball suddenly translate to you.

“Did you miss me this much?”

“You have no idea, don’t you?” The implications are clear: I could show you how much, if you want.

Still, this development is very sudden. You squirm on his lap, but Shoyo doesn’t relent. He keeps you there, a puddle in his hands. Nobody is watching—or maybe they’re just being respectful, but you feel flustered facing this side of Shoyo in public.

“Shoyo,” you warn. “Not here.”

It’s Heitor’s fault.

Ever since Hinata had met Heitor and Nice and witnessed how unapologetically intimate they were with each other, Hinata became envious. He wanted that, too. He wanted that with you.

“Well, why wouldn’t you?” Heitor asked when Hinata lamented to him.

Hinata made a pitiful noise, like a deflating balloon. “I don’t know. I think she just thinks I’m too cute to take that seriously.”

Heitor laughs. “Shoyo. Trust me. You’ll drive your girl crazy if you’re confident with it.”

It’s Heitor’s fault, and Hinata is eternally grateful for it, seeing your wide-eyed face beneath him like this. He loves it when he surprises people, but yours might be a different kind of thrill that he’s already addicted to.

[kenjisatos]

MSBY BLACK JACKALS READ THIRST TWEETS ! (ATSUMU EDITION)

second part of this series! i love to see more of this team <3

[sakusa version]

this fic features…

haikyuu timeskip!spoilers, highly suggestive content (as the title entails), inappropriate language, atsumu keeps getting violated by his teammates, i headcanon sakusa to be fluent in english (argue with the wall), genre: crack, some of these are actual tweets i found lol.

The videos begins with multiple flash shots of Atsumu screaming, Hinata and Bokuto bursting into laughter, and a clip of the camera zooming in on Sakusa’s disgusted face.

- cut scene -

“Hi, we’re the MSBY Black Jackals, and we’re here with Buzzfeed to read your thirst tweets.” The 4 of them say together.

Hinata drums on his chair, “Miyaaaaa Atsumuuuu edition!”

Atsumu smirks at the camera, “I know you’ve all been waiting for this.”

The cameraman speaks up, “Are you excited?”

Atsumu nods enthusiastically, “Hell yeah! I can take this like a champ, unlike Omi-Omi…”. He side eyes the outside hitter, who, in return, flips off the setter—but the video pixelates it for censorship.

Bokuto snorts, “That’s what she said…”

Atsumu chuckles and claps his hands together. “Let’s get started!”

- cut scene -

The crew tosses a phone to Atsumu. He catches it and clears his throat. “Alright, first one…”

“How can I transform into one of those cameras used for volleyball games? Oh to get that view of Miya Atsumu’s dick all up in front of me when he does his sexy low set.”

Atsumu chuckles, “I can practically see you drooling from here, user.”

Hinata wiggles his eyebrows and pretends to hit a spike, “It is a sexy set, Miya.”

Bokuto fakes an animalistic growling noise, “When you get down low and—“

“Oh please, why are we praising Miya for flashing the camera?” Sakusa cuts in.

Atsumu huffs, “I’m not flashing them on purpose!” He then turns to the camera and winks, “Unless you want me to…”

“Barf.”

“Shut yer trap, Omi-Omi!”

Hinata snickers, “Miya, your accent is slipping in…”

His voice is high pitched and whiny as he replies, “No, it’s n—!”, he clears his throat, his voice now two octaves deeper, “No, it’s not.”

Bokuto chuckles, slapping the setter on the back. Atsumu simply passes the phone to him to read the next tweet.

“Funny how I want to throw hands at Inarizaki Miya Atsumu, but at the same time, I want to throw my panties off for MSBY Miya Atsumu.”

Sakusa laughs, actually laughs, for the first time since they started the shoot. His rowdy companions slowly turn to him, eyes blown wide at the rare sight of their stoic teammate showing an ounce of amusement.

Sakusa’s laugh trails off, “Yeah…you were a piece of shit in high school.”

“No, I wasn’t!”

“Yes, you were. Still are.”

Hinata tries to reassure the blond, “Don’t worry, Miya, I thought you were cool.”

Bokuto quips, “Hinata, I thought you couldn’t tell the difference between him and Osamu.”

Hinata’s eyes widen and Atsumu glares at the orange-head, “Seriously, Shoyo?”

Hinata waves his hands dismissively, “I-I-I…”

Atsumu sighs, “You guys keep distracting me! I’m supposed to be replying to these thirst tweets.”

Bokuto holds a hand to his heart, “We are sorry, your highness.”

Atsumu looks at the camera and smirks, “Keep your panties on, ladies. I like to do it with them on.”

Sakusa stares at Atsumu in disgust, the beginning scene of the video making its’ debut as the cameraman zooms in on Sakusa’s revolted expression.

“How do you do it with it on?” Bokuto thinks out loud.

Hinata responds, “I think he means it’s pulled to the side?”

Bokuto’s mouth turns into an animated ‘o’ shape, “Ohhh, or or or he—“

Their pr manager coughs loudly off screen. Sakusa gives their manager a grateful look, mouthing a ‘thank you’.

The other three pout as their conversation is cut short. Bokuto hands the phone to Hinata; he squints his eyes at the screen as he tries to make out the words. He begins to read:

“Have y’all seen Miya Atsumu? If that dick slap his thigh when he walk, I shall listen when he talk.”

Hinata laughs but continues, “The Twitter user reposted themselves saying ‘Sheesh.’ with 18 fucking android emojis.”

Bokuto leans closer to Hinata, “Ooh! Lemme see, lemme see.”

Atsumu grins smugly with his eyes closed in satisfaction, his hand coming up to run through his platinum hair.

Sakusa speaks up, “Stop posing for the edits.”

Atsumu seems to ignore Sakusa’s comment as he faces the camera. “Well in that case, I guess you’ll all be listening to me.”

Hinata snorts, “Proof?”

Bokuto guffaws while Hinata holds his laughter in behind a cheeky smile.

Atsumu’s cheeks flush red at his words, “I ain’t showing you nothin’!”

Sakusa rolls his eyes, “Trust me, we’ve seen enough in the locker room.”

Bokuto hides behind Atsumu and holds his hands up a certain distance to insinuate the length of Atsumu’s…commodity.

Atsumu continues, practically flirting with the camera, “But trust me y’all, it does, indeed, slap.”

Hinata leans his elbow over Atsumu’s shoulder, “Yeah and so does he!”

The sound effect of a turntable skidding plays.

Atsumu flinches away from Hinata, “WHAT???”

Their pr manager stands up quickly from their seat, a horrified expression on their face; the threat of losing their job rushing in their head.

Bokuto is holding a hand over his mouth, the Buzzfeed crew members are exchanging nervous looks, even Sakusa has his eyes wide open.

Hinata realizes his mistake and freezes for a moment before he’s jumping and scuttling around in a panic.

“I-I-I MEAN HE SLAPS—NO, NOT LIKE SLAPS, LIKE SLAPS LIKE SLANG ‘YEAH THAT SHIT SLAPS’ KIND OF SLAP. NOT PHYSICAL ABUSE SLAP I—”, he exhales sharply, “I’M GONNA STOP TALKING NOW!!”

Sakusa snorts and covers his face with his hands, Bokuto has tears in his eyes from how hard he’s holding in his laughter, the MSBY pr manager sits back down, their pale face slowly regaining its color. Atsumu is left with what can only be described as a sea-sick expression, almost constipated. After a few seconds, he remembers how to speak and says:

“Shoyo…what the fuck.”

“I’M SORRY!”

Sakusa opens his palm up, he’s biting his lip to not let a chuckle escape. “Give me the phone, Hinata.”

Hinata wordlessly hands the phone over as Bokuto giggles and places both his hands on Hinata’s shoulders and jumps in place to brighten up the mood.

Atsumu finally laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck. “Almost caught myself a scandal there.”

“Wouldn’t be the first,” Sakusa mutters as he scrolls to the next tweet he has to read.

“Miya is so fucking hot, I want that man to turn my legs into jello.”

Atsumu grins, “Well well well—“

Sakusa continues reading the tweet, “I’m talking about Miya Osamu btw, aka the better twin.”

Atsumu opens his eyes, “Huh??”

Sakusa snickers, “Finally a tweet I agree with.”

Bokuto raises his hand to cup around his lips and whispers to Hinata, “Here come the SakuSamu shippers…”

Hinata whispers back, “I thought they were called Omigiris…”

The camera crew turns to a very confused Atsumu, “We thought it would be funny to add an Osamu tweet” one of them says.

Atsumu scowls like a petulant child.

Hinata perks up, “Osamu is pretty sexy, ey? In his Onigiri Miya compression shirt too…”

Bokuto nods in agreement, “And that cap? Smash.”

Atsumu whines, “Guyssss, this is supposed to be about meeee!”

“Womp womp.”

“Omiii :(“

Sakusa gives the phone back to Atsumu, who pouts and sticks his tongue out before he grumbles, “Y’all love to bully me, huh? And here I thought we would have deep team bonding conversations.”

Sakusa quirks an eyebrow up, “…at a thirst tweets shoot?”

“It’s personal and vulnerable,” Hinata replies.

“The only vulnerable thing at risk here is my wellbeing,” Sakusa retorts.

Atsumu sighs as he grabs the phone from Sakusa. “I hope the next tweet makes me feel better…”, he mutters.

“I just know that if Miya Atsumu called me a real good boy, it would awaken something in me.”

Bokuto starts barking at that, “Yeah, it awakens that inner dog in me.”

“We are the Black Jackals.” Sakusa comments, matter-a-factly.

“Are they talking about that time you and Kageyama were at that youth camp?” Hinata asks.

Atsumu nods, “I believe so.”

“Then how do they know you said that…?”

Sakusa responds amusedly, “Knowing Tobio, he probably tweeted about it. That man hates Miya.”

Atsumu defends himself, “Hey now, hate is a strong word. Tobio-kun is just jealous that I’m Shoyo’s setter.”

Bokuto, once again, leans in closer to Hinata to whisper, “Here come the KageHina and AtsuHina shippers…”

Atsumu stares right at the camera with a smoldering expression, “User, you’re being a real good boy…”

Bokuto barks again. The video adds a sound effect that makes it sound like a chorus of Bokutos are barking all around.

Atsumu laughs and passes the phone to Bokuto.

“Someone on here said the English equivalent to Miya Atsumu’s Kansai dialect is a country accent. Well then, call me a cowboy the way I’d be riding that man till the break of dawn. #SaveAHorseRideACowboy”

The video adds a cowboy hat and lasso to Atsumu, who pretends to be on a horse. His voice is much deeper as he says, “Yeehaw~”

“Oooh we have international fans!” Hinata speaks excitedly.

Bokuto’s eyes light up at Hinata’s comment, “Oooh, Omi-kun, say something to them!”

Sakusa squints his eyes and raises an eyebrow, “What do you want me to say?”

Atsumu jumps in, “Tell them I’d be happy to let them have a go at this rodeo ride.” He clicks his tongue with a wink.

Sakusa sighs then looks directly at the camera, and says the following in perfect English: “I hope your taste in men improves from what it is now. My condolences.”

Atsumu smiles, completely oblivious to the insult. “Thanks, Omi-Omi.”

Sakusa smiles, an evil little smile. “My pleasure.”

- cut scene -

Atsumu tosses the phone back to the crew, “And that was it! I thoroughly enjoyed the ego boost, minus the parts when the team bullied me.”

“You were a good sport, Miya.” Hinata tells him.

“Thanks, Shoyo. And you’re a horrible speaker.”

Hinata’s face burns scarlet again at the reminder of his misfortunate wording earlier.

“2 out of 4 completed!”, Bokuto exclaims.

“Yes, we’re so close to being done.” Sakusa says, though he looks way too happy and relieved.

“More coming your way!” Hinata adds.

“Stay tuned~” Atsumu points at the camera.

“We’re the MSBY Black Jackals, goodbye!”

kenjisatos

🏷️ @dervngedgf

[dearru]

soju kisses | s.hinata

pairing: hinata shoyo x gn!reader | sfw | cw: alcohol, kinda suggestive, drunkenly kissing | genre: fluff | wc: 773 | masterlist

synopsis -> shoyo loves parties— and you.

HINATA SHOYO loves parties. The hum of conversation, the burning sensation of a shot sliding down his throat, the pulsing bass of music— it’s heaven sent. He’s in his element at gatherings like this, when everyone’s inhibitions are lowered from the openness that alcohol promotes.

What he loves most about parties, though—is having you as his plus one.

Right now, he’s engaged in an animated conversation with friends, chatting about a training regime his coach has him on. Heart swelling with joy from the easy-going laughter that surrounds him, he freezes mid-sentence when he hears a familiar voice call out from across the room.

“Shoooo,” You whine, and the noise from the party fades into the distant background at the sound of your tone, melodious and siren-like.

He turns, and is captured by the sight of your lips puffing into a cute little pout that he hardly gets to see.

“C’mere. Wanna kiss you,” You call out, and his body moves on its own.

Smiling brightly, he bids his friends a quick goodbye before hopping off the stool and bounding over to where you’re waiting with your arms spread expectantly. Ignoring the howls and teases from people in the background, he pulls you into a big hug, smooshing your face against him, “I’m here!”

Grinning, you paw at his chest with hearts in your eyes, and it makes his face heat up. You look at him like he’s the only person in the world. He’ll never get used to having your attention. Never.

“You’re soooo cute!” You squeal, pinching his cheek with the one hand that isn’t on him and giggling. Your speech is slurred and it fills him with a sense of endearment, “I loveeee you.”

“I— mmph love you too,” He laughs, voice impaired from your doting behavior. When you get like this, he feels fluttery inside. You awaken something in him, it’s as pure as it is primal.

“Can I have a kiss?” You beg, and he can smell the remnants of strawberry soju on your breath. Its pungent scent mixed with sweet wafts of your fragrance flood his scenes and overwhelm him with a sense of possessiveness.

“You can always have one,” He grins, leaning into you and pressing your lips together. It starts soft but soon turns fervent and hungry. He deepens the kiss and drinks you in like he’s been deprived. You squeal and push against him, the weight of your body as comforting as it is enthralling.

Shoyo wonders how he’d ever gone without your love when everything is so much brighter with you around. He moves his hands to cradle your face, holding you tightly so you can stay with him forever.

When you first met each other, he was immediately enamored by you. It almost makes him laugh when he thinks about when he finally gained the courage to ask you out. Anxious and embarrassingly eager, he remembers stuttering through a hurried confession, anticipating rejection.

And now, here you are, in his arms, kissing him like you are undoubtedly and irrevocably his.

It’s only when you gasp for air that he has half the mind to pull away. Your chest heaves as you touch your forehead to his, smiling at him crookedly. His lips hover against yours, silently asking for more.

“Another one?” He murmurs, his breath mixing with yours. Unconsciously, he realizes his hand has snaked down to your thigh, and his finger traces your plush skin impatiently. You shiver at the feeling, and he feels a twisted sense of satisfaction at your reaction. He loves how breathless you get around him; how hard you try to keep up with his unrelenting and demanding personality. Maybe it’s unfair— to need you as much as he does— but he can’t help himself. Not when it’s you.

You giggle, and a rush of adrenaline crashes over him.

“You’re so greedy, Sho,” You tease, and he smiles because he knows it’s true.

Humming, he lets his hands wander, staking claim over you because he is yours and you are his. He revels in the feeling of you, the party long forgotten.

“Greedy?” He echoes.

You nod, “The most.”

Shrugging, his eyes flicker to your lips. They’re swollen and inviting and he can’t control the sudden impulse to press his mouth against yours again. The taste of the alcohol you've consumed sends him in a trance.

When he pulls away, you whine. Wanting more. He chuckles and brushes his thumb against you. When he sees your gaze, doe-eyed and expectant, something twists in his chest.

He may be greedy— but it’s only because you make him so.

—a/n: i love hinata and soju. shoutout iris for being a beta reader :3 @cherrysurf ily iris

[yanderecrazysie]

The Outcast and the Flock (Yandere Fantasy AU)

Title: The Outcast and the Flock

AU: My own Fantasy AU

Pairings: Yandere! Kageyama x Reader x Yandere!Hinata

Summary: Neither you nor Kageyama fit in with the harpies. Kageyama, born an elf in Seijoh City, and you, an orphaned human raised in Karasuno. When both the harpies and the exiled elf love you so deeply, how can you choose between them?

Notes: Probably my longest one shot and it’s not over lol

Ending: here

The setting sun hung low in the sky, painting the cliffs of Karasuno in shades of pink and gold. The laughter of the harpies echoed through the air as they danced in the sky. Black wings spread against the gentle wind as they spun around playfully in the air. 

You sat at the edge of the nest-cliff, a cliff that led to the cave where all the harpies made their nests of grass, hay, twigs, and moss. Your legs dangled over the edge, but your eyes remained skyward, watching your friends with a mix of admiration and envy.

A blur of orange and black spiraled towards you, one of the harpies landing awkwardly next to you, skidding to a halt before he accidentally knocked you over the cliff.

“Hinata, careful!” you scolded.

Hinata, the ever-energetic member of the flock, fluttered his wings with excitement, “What are you doing down here? Why aren’t you up there with us?”

You let out a wry laugh, “I don’t have wings, Hinata.” You flapped your arms a few times, “I’m not really going anywhere, unless you plan on carrying me around all day.”

Hinata tilted his head, his infectious smile fading into a thoughtful line, as though he was considering the idea, “I would, but…” His gaze lowered to your arms, which rested gently against the dry grass. “You’re not really built for it. Harpies are light as feathers so they can fly, you know? You’re…” He trailed off, realizing too late that he was being a little too honest.

“Heavy?” you raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“No!” Hinata wailed, his feathers ruffling in panic, “Not like that! You’re just… um… different!”

The word hung in the air and you let out a little sigh. He wasn’t wrong, you were different. You were a human, stuck on the ground, while they, the harpies with wings on their backs, were meant to soar effortlessly through the skies. 

Sure, the harpies had taken you in when you were just ten years old, one of the last humans left in the Kingdom of Haikyuu, but moments like these made you realize how much you truly didn’t belong.

Hinata looked ashamed of himself as he took a seat next to you, “That doesn’t mean you’re not one of us. You’re practically family, (Y/n). And we’re… friends… Don’t forget that, okay?”

You nodded, but a glumness had settled over you as the sun disappeared behind Mt. Dateko. You shivered as the air cooled and Hinata placed a wing around you. The black feathers were warm, but they symbolized all you couldn’t have. At that moment, you just needed to get away.

“I’m going to go find Kageyama,” you said, standing up, “I haven’t seen him in a while.”

A flash of hurt crossed Hinata’s eyes before he seemed to understand. “Right… sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” you told him, “I’ll be back before it gets too dark.”

The path down the cliffs was steep but worn enough from use that you could still walk down it in the growing darkness. You wandered down until you reached the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest. The air here was cooler, which made you shiver even harder, but you liked the smell of the leaves and moss.

“What are you doing down here?”

You turned to see Kageyama standing just beyond the treeline, his face shadowed by the canopy of leaves above him. Unlike the harpies, who were all energy and excitement, the exiled elf was quiet and sharp-eyed. His blue eyes gave nothing away when he stared at you.

“I needed some air,” you said, “What about you?”

Kageyama shrugged and his blue eyes turned skyward, “Too noisy up there.”

You laughed, “You aren’t wrong.”

“Why do you stay?” Kageyama asked suddenly.

You hesitated, unsure of how to answer. The harpies had offered you a home when you had nothing and nobody. They never made you feel unwanted, but that didn’t mean you felt like you belonged either.

“They’re my family,” you said, finally, “Even if I’m different.”

“Family,” Kageyama snorted, “You think Hinata thinks of you as-”

A shadow fell over you and you both looked up. A harpy waved at you from the sky and you recognized the flash of orange as Hinata. You waved back at him.

“You should go,” Kageyama said, jaw tightening.

“What about you?” you asked, “It’s getting dark.”

“I’ll be fine.”

Reluctantly, you turned back to the cliffs. As you walked away, you could feel Kageyama’s gaze lingering on your back. The shadows behind you stretched longer as night began to fall and the darkness eventually swallowed his figure.

The morning sun crept over the cliffs of Karasuno, casting long shadows across the training ledges, where the youngest harpies began their morning routines. Little Natsu looked over the edge nervously before running back to her older brother and hiding behind his leg, not ready to try flying yet.

Below, other harpies were waking up and coming out of the nest-cave, wings stretching lazily. Lively chatter filled the air as harpies preened themselves, preparing for the day ahead. Among the hustle and bustle was a lone elf.

Kageyama stood near the treeline once more, barely able to be seen from way up on the nest-cliff. Though he wasn’t born of feathers, Kageyama was undeniably one of them or, at least, as much as one of them as you were. His sharp and demanding behavior put him at odds with the others sometimes, but he was loyal and skilled in protecting the territory, and that was not ignored.

You wandered down the path to the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest and was intrigued to see him practicing magic. His hands moved gracefully, tracing glowing green symbols in the air. Arcs of green light shimmered briefly before vanishing, the faint hum of their power still resonating.

“Hey, Kageyama,” you called out softly, not wanting to startle him.

He glanced over his shoulder and the green magic lines in the air disappeared abruptly, “You’re up early.”

You ignored the comment on your sleeping habits and asked, “What are you practicing today?”

“Shields,” he said curtly, turning back to his work as the lights reappeared in the air, “Daichi thinks we need stronger defenses around the forest.”

“Do you ever take a break?” you teased.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he countered, though his lips twitched in a suppressed smile.

Despite his cold exterior, there was something magnetic about Kageyama. Where harpies were all noise and excitement, Kageyama had a quiet intensity about him.

As he worked on his magic, you found yourself inching closer, enraptured by the way his hands moved with liquid precision.

“How do you do it?” he finally asked.

“Do what?” you replied, confused.

“Stay so calm,” Kageyama’s ears seemed pinker than normal as he turned away to focus on his magic, “Everyone else is chaotic. But not you.”

He looked at you with an unreadable expression, but before either of you could say more, the clearing filled with the sound of wings beating.

“Found you!” Hinata’s voice rang out, cheerful as ever as he landed between the trees and cliffs with a very ungraceful thud. His grin widened when he looked up at you.

“Hey, Hinata!” you greeted him. The tension in his posture didn’t escape your notice.

“Practicing magic again, Kageyama?” Hinata asked, his tone light but with an edge to it. He crossed his arms, wings twitching slightly, “You could at least spend some time with the rest of the flock.”

Kageyama straightened, eyes narrowing, “I’m helping the flock. Defenses don’t build themselves.”

“Yeah, yeah, we don’t need defenses right now!” Hinata said loudly, “What we need is (Y/n) back where she belongs! With us!”

“I’m not exactly missing,” you deadpanned.

“You’re down here instead of up on top of the cliffs with us,” Hinata pouted, “And he’s always keeping you down here to himself. It’s not fair!”

“I’m not keeping anyone,” Kageyama said coldly.

“Then why is she always with you?” Hinata snapped, wings flaring.

“Hinata, it’s not a competition,” you said firmly, “Why are you trying to start a fight?”

Hinata’s feathers drooped and he looked at the ground, silent. “I just want you to spend time with me,” Hinata said after a moment.

“I will,” you promised, placing a hand on his arm.

Kageyama remained silent, glaring at the ground as though he wished the dry grass would set on fire. A half-formed symbol floated above his trembling hand.

The days that followed felt as though a dark cloud had settled over all of Karasuno. Hinata always seemed to be inviting you to something and you were beginning to tire of the endless activities.

One evening, you sat at the edge of the nest-cliff, watching the setting sun paint the horizon pink and orange. Hinata plopped down beside you, a wing settling behind you, ready to wrap you into an embrace.

“Hey!” he chirped. He was all smiles all the time, as though there had never been any tension, “We’re doing a night flight soon, you have to come watch! It’s going to be amazing to watch- black wings against a full moon’s sky! Pretty cool, huh?”

You forced a smile, “I’ll think about it.”

Hinata’s wings drooped, but his determination didn’t waver. “You really should come. Everyone would love it if you did.”

You didn’t respond, your gaze drifting to the edge of Shiratorizawa Forest. Your mind wandered to Kageyama, to the way that he practiced his magic with quiet patience.

“I need to stretch my legs,” you said finally, standing up.

Hinata’s eyes narrowed briefly, but he recovered quickly, grinning brightly once more as he said, “Don’t go too far! It’ll be dark soon!”

You nodded, already on your way down the steep path. Kageyama was waiting near the treeline, his back against a huge oak tree. His arms were crossed but he didn’t look irritated, in fact, his expression softened immensely when he saw you.

“You’re late,” he stated, though his tone lacked sharpness.

“Hinata kept me,” you admitted, taking a seat on a large, mossy rock near the trees. Kageyama frowned.

“He’s been keeping you a lot lately.”

You let out a sigh and buried your face in your hands, “He’s just worried.”

“Worried?” Kageyama snorted, “He’s jealous. And it’s becoming a problem.”

You didn’t deny it. All of the interruptions and distractions lately seemed so orchestrated and manipulative…

“I’m tired of it,” Kageyama said sharply, “You deserve better than this.”

You blinked, “What do you mean?”

“I’m saying you don’t belong here,” he said bluntly, “You’re not a harpy. You never will be. The more you try to fit in, the more it’s going to hurt you.”

Your head snapped back as though you’d been slapped. The words cut way deeper than you’d ever admit to anyone. “They’re my family,” you whispered, voice choking up.

“They’re holding you back,” Kageyama countered, “Come with me, we can find a new home. I’m not exiled from all of Seijoh City, just the castle.”

Your breath hitched, “What?”

“You don’t stay here, where you’ll never be a part of their world,” he said, his voice picking up excitement like you’d never seen in him before, “If you come with me, I’ll teach you magic. And I’ll take care of you, so you’ll never have to worry again.”

You stared at him, your mind racing. The thought of leaving Karasuno- of leaving the flock- was almost unthinkable. But the idea of finally belonging…

“And what happens to them?” you asked softly.

“They’ll survive,” Kageyama said coldly. “But you deserve more than this.”

A soft gasp rang out and you both turned your head to the source of the noise. Your eyes met Yamaguchi’s and, to your horror, he turned and took flight.

“He’s going to tell Hinata,” you realized aloud.

Kageyama snorted again, “Hinata probably sent him to spy on you. This is another reason why you need to leave.”

“I need time to think,” you whispered.

Kageyama looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Don’t take too long.”

The tension in the air was palpable as you made your way back up to the nest-cliff. Your thoughts wouldn’t stop racing. The harpies had taken you in when no one else would, but Kageyama was right in saying you didn’t belong.

You reached the top of the cliffs and looked out at the circle of harpies. Their chatter was quieter than usual and Hinata stood at the very center. The moment you appeared, his eyes locked onto you. Yamaguchi stood just behind him, his expression tight and nervous.

“(Y/n),” Hinata said, “Where’ve you been?”

Every gaze was fixed on you as you said, “Just… taking a walk.”

Hinata’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, “A walk, huh? Near Shiratorizawa Forest?”

Yamaguchi shifted uncomfortably, staring at you with accusatory eyes. You opened your mouth to respond, but Hinata cut you off.

“I know you’ve been meeting with Kageyama.”

The silence that followed was suffocating. Even little Natsu looked subdued, her small black wings tucked tightly against her back.

“I…” you faltered. Why did you feel so guilty for meeting with a friend?

“Why would you go to him?” Hinata asked, his wings flaring slightly.

“He’s helping me,” you admitted quietly.

“Helping you with what?” Hinata demanded, “We’re your family. We’re here for you. Why do you need him?”

You dropped your gaze to your feet, curling your fingers into fists at your sides, “Because I don’t feel like I belong here!”

The collective gasp from the harpies felt like a punch to the gut. Hinata staggered backwards as if you had hit him, his wings drooping, “You… don’t belong?” he repeated slowly.

“I’ve tried!” your voice wavered and tears began slipping down your cheeks, “Believe me, I’ve tried! I’ve tried to be like you and forget that I don’t have wings, but I can’t! No matter what I do, I can’t be a harpy. I can’t!”

“So what?” Hinata asked desperately, “You’re just going to leave us? Run away with him?”

“I don’t know,” you cried, “I just… I need time to figure things out!”

“That’s not fair!” Hinata wailed, tears filling his own eyes, “You can’t leave me! We’re supposed to be your family! Doesn’t that mean anything to you?!”

It was all too much to bear. You wanted to reassure him and tell him that it meant the world to you. But staying in Karasuno when you had a chance to find out if more humans remained or you could at least live somewhere where the only difference between you and them was the shape of your ears.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered.

Hinata wiped the tears from his eyes, turned around, and stormed away. You had a choice to make, and there was no going back from it…

[irisintheafterglow]

just reread ur work of kiyoomi at the fair showing off and winning reader a stuffed animal 😓 do u still write for him? can we get another one pls 🤒

anon love i am SO sorry i'm getting to this so late (but i missed writing for omi omi so hopefully you like this <3)

he thinks you know what you're doing.

no, he knows you know what you're doing.

it was atsumu's fault--as were most things--that you were now dancing on the jumbo screen and blowing the camera kisses with fluttering eyelashes. it was his teammate that had first showed the msby managers the tiktok about some baseball team's partners flirting with them during a game via the crowd cameras. the players' reactions understandably went viral, leading other sports teams to follow suit and catch their players off guard. now, it was sakusa's turn. he couldn't figure out where you learned to fluster him so easily or sway your hips like that, and saw no other choice but to hide his burning face in his jersey.

the second time you show up on the screen, he makes the mistake of drinking water during the brief segment. there you are, waving at the camera like a pageant queen with a mischievous glint in your eye that makes him uneasy. you smirk knowingly before pulling off your plain sweater and revealing an enticingly cropped version of his jersey, his name glimmering in bedazzled beads on your upper back. the surprise of your shirt and the sheer amount of cheering hinders all of his senses, and the clip of water spewing from his mouth quickly becomes the top trending meme in the country.

the third time, he anticipates your antics and makes a point to avoid looking at the screen; he just has to sneak a glance, however, when the crowd erupts into hollering that rivaled a taylor swift concert. fortunately, you're not wearing anything incriminating that would turn him beet-red. unfortunately, you're holding up your left hand to the camera and tapping your very vacant ring finger, an exaggerated pout painting your expression. you shrug indifferently, pretending not to notice the cameras and amused faces surrounding you, and pull the zipper down on your jacket.

"what in the hell is THAT?" his outburst is unexpected and more than entertaining, for he fails to hide his bewilderment at the screen-printed photo of hinata shoyo with the caption 'my favorite spiker' plastered on your chest. you frame the bottom of the picture with your hands and pose for the nearest cameras, wiggling your empty ring-finger before placing a kiss on the glass. you were going to be the death of him, truly.

for the last game of the season, he makes you swear on everything you hold dear not to do anything for the camera. you begrudgingly agree, if only because you had the country's number one spiker on his knees begging you to spare him from public embarrassment again. rather than during a break, the cameras appear in front of you at the end of the easy victory. pursing your lips, you shrug and wait for them to find a new subject...but they don't. you shake your head more decisively and mouth he said no funny business with your palms up in surrender, and your eyebrows draw together in confusion when you hear the loudest cacophony echoing from the stands. you turn to the jumbo screen, puzzled, and your jaw drops.

drenched in sweat and grinning like a lovesick fool, kiyoomi shot the camera a single wink before turning in your direction and holding up a ring that'd been in his closet since the first day you flustered him.

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Haikyuu oneshot/drabble/hc requests open!

feel free to request anything- platonic, romantic, poly, familiar, lgbt+, headcanons, etc. slight angst is okay, but please include tws in your request when necessary!

some things i personally like doing are:

kagehina/hinakage

asanoya

ushiten

ukatake

tananoya

bokuto, kuroo & tsukkishima (platonic or not)

i feel very normal about touch starved kageyama (lie)

tbh anything kageyama centric lmao

hurt/comfort & fluff in general

im pretty open to most ships though? so feel free to request something even if its not on this list

ns/fw is okay!

i'll usually take most requests, but these are a few things i won't do, simply because of personal preference:

historical/royalty au's

romantic ships between oikawa & any of the karazuno boys

angst with a sad ending/major character death/terminal illnesses/reincarnation au's

i also haven't finished watching it yet, so pls try to avoid spoilers in your request, or put a warning lol. if i take a bit to get to your request, it might be bc i haven't gotten to the part where one of the characters you requested is introduced lmao

i think it goes without saying that i will never do any problematic/toxic/p3do ships, so just don't even follow me if ur into that shit.