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millenialfanfictionaddiction · 2 years ago

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Breaking Through:

Future Mrs. Sakusa

Sakusa Kiyoomi x Fem! Reader (she/her)

Warnings: mild swearing, all fluff

AN: this is an anon request and a sequel to Being Itachiyama’s Manager: Breaking through Sakusa’s Walls. I did change up the request a little from proposing at a game to a more private proposal just because it fit with the scenario a little better 🥰

Well congrats Yn 👏🏻

You’ve made it through your first year as MSBY’s manager

Honestly, your survival wasn’t assured

I mean, just look at the working hazards

*cough* BOKUTO, ATSUMU AND HINATA *cough*

If you don’ constantly hear, “yN i NeEd HeLp” 🙄

But seriously though, acclimating to this team wasn’t your only chore

You were also navigating your relationship with MSBY Spiker, Kiyoomi Sakusa

Now as we all know, you and Sakusa have been dating for quite a while

High school, college and now pro-volleyball

Seriously it’s been almost like 5 years that’s you’ve been hanging onto Sakusa

It hasn’t always been easy

His constant concern for germs and his annoyance of his idiotic teammates were a struggle

You’d gone through some tough times in college and beyond

Dealing with losses of games and a grueling Olympic journey

It was a lot to say the very least but your love and commitment to Kiyoomi held strong 💪🏻

Now Sakusa knew he wasn’t an easy person to deal with

Heck before you came along, Komori was literally the only one who could deal with him

You might have been the opposite of him but you meshed well

You learned to deal with his quirks and his need to cleanliness

He learned to deal with you and your extreme desire to keep Hinata, Bokuto and Atsumu alive 🙄

He knew you were the one a long time ago and he loved/adored you more than anything!

He had long been thinking about the next step but he wanted it to be perfect

He knew you deserved the best and he was going to give it to you

He had been saving up for a ring for a while now and he’d managed to keep it all a secret

Until one day when Meian and his girlfriend announced their engagement during practice

He watched as you became so excited for them, giving them hugs and admiring the ring on her finger

“It’s gorgeous!! Shugo you did such a great job!” You cried as you celebrated for your friends and teammates

Sakusa couldn’t help but imagine how excited you would be for your own engagement to him

He loved the idea how you wearing his ring and eventually his last name

And Sakusa wasn’t the only one to notice your excitement 👀

Because Atsumu had seen it as well and being the little shit he is, he most DEFINITELY was going to bring it up

“Sooooo Omi, when are you gonna put a ring on YN’s finger?” Atsumu asked later in the locker room as the team changed

You were happily cleaning up the gym like you did normally, clueless to the entertainment behind closed doors

“Sumu back off! Don’t pressure him,” Barnes scolded as Sakusa tried to ignore Atsumu

Way easier said than done 🙄

“What? I saw how excited Yn looked when she saw that ring! You can tell she’s itching to get engaged. Come on man, it’s been what, like 5 years with her? Don’t you think it’s time to lock her down?”

An audible sigh filled the locker room as everyone tried hard to ignore Atsumu

Again, easier said than done…

“YN doesn’t care about stuff like that! She’s loved Omi and I’m sure she’d be happy if they never got married,” Shion adds as Atsumu shakes his head

“Whatever you guys say but I know women and women want diamonds!”

“Says the man who can’t lock down a girlfriend to save his life,” Meian interjected at the locker room burst into laughter

Sakusa shut his locker, not making a sound as he made his way to the showers

Unbeknownst to the guys, he’d been thinking about asking you and with your anniversary approaching, he thought it would be perfect

Since he didn’t want the stress and potential cover of his operation to be blown, he asked Komori for help

He wanted to make your engagement perfect

He’d come up with the perfect idea and he made the plans to the T

On your anniversary, he texted you saying he got caught up with volleyball stuff and that Komori would drive you too the restaurant

You agreed because you truly believed Kiyoomi was busy

But when Komori pulled up to Itachiyama’s volleyball gym, you looked at him confused

He just shrugged as you narrowed your eyes and got out of the car

You were wearing a beautiful dress, looking like an absolute dream as you walked to the doors

Getting closer, you noticed a picture on the door

It was a team picture from your second year at Itachiyama when you had first met Kiyoomi

You smiled at the picture, remembering how you first grew attracted to the finicky winged spiker

Opening the door, you saw candles, flowers and what looked to be an aisle lined with photographs

You made your way thought the gym, looking at every picture and reliving every memory

They were all pictures come your relationship with Kiyoomi

Your first date, graduation, first apartment, and first day with MSBY

Your eyes began to well with tears as you relived all the memories

Looking over, you saw Kiyoomi standing at the end, looking extremely handsome in a gorgeous suit

“Kiyoomi, this is beautiful!” You cried as he smiled and wiped your tear away

“That’s not all Yn,” he said, getting on one knee as your eyes widened and your mouth fell open

“YN LN, I’ve known since high school that you were the one for me. You’ve put up with me for years, supported me in everything I do and I couldn’t ask for better life partner. Would you do me the ultimate honor and marry me?” He recited perfectly as you nodded, tears streaming down your eyes as you cried tears of joy

He slipped the beautiful ring on your finger and stood to his full height of 6 FOOT 4 INCHES and kissed you 🥹

Honestly dreams!

You spent the night and weekend celebrating with your new fiancé before venturing back to work Monday morning

Sakusa was actually shocked that you’d somehow managed to keep your engagement a secret

Only your families and of course, Komori knew

But that went all out the window the moment you stepped into the gym

“STEP OUT OF THE WAY LOSERS BECAUSE IM THE FUTURE MRS. KIYOOMI SAKUSA!” You screamed, showing your rock to everyone within your eyesight

Bokuto and Hinata 👉🏻🥹🥹😭😭

Meian, Inunaki, Barnes and Thomas 👉🏻🥳🍾🎉

Atsumu 👉🏻😏

Sakusa 👉🏻 😐🙄

Don’t worry Yn, he’s secretly so happy 🥰

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akaashi-mybeloved · 1 year ago

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ok but like hear me out...timeskip!Akaashi meeting MSBY

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Timeskip!Akaashi meets MSBY <3

-was deffo after one of their games bokuto dragged him over to meet the rest of them and being like 'this is my husband!' and the rest of MSBY having heard so much about him being like so this is the guy

-Akaashi immediately got on with hinata and talking about how its good to see him again and asking about brazil

-Him and Sakusa i like to think got on alright because yk both extremely antisocial, and Akaashi is very well put together, so Sakusa is not as iffy around him

-Atsumu was straight up 'we've heard a lot about you' and Akaashis like 'excuse me?' and turns to bokuto who is sitting there like 'ofcourse i had to tell them about my amazing husband!'

-at first glance they all think he is a teacher, 100%

-him and Meian dont really talk much, just kind of nodded at eachother with a short greeting

-Atsumu definitely told Akaashi and the embarrassing high school stories they've heard about him

-Bokutos defence is whatever is said in the locker room is supposed to stay in the locker room

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#bokuaka #hq atsumu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu #haikyuu time skip #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #hinata shouyou #sakusa kiyoomi #meian shugo #msby #akaashi fluff

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cxllvr-id · 2 years ago

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AUTHORS NOTE : hi :) my first writing post on here, hope you guys like it :)) WARNINGS : written in gender neutral terms + third person and past tense. [they, used to refer to the reader are written in italics] WORD COUNT : 458

It was just a regular date for both of them, Kiyoomi had suggested a café that he tried with the team once. He seemed to have gone there pretty often, and he had recommended a couple of beverages on the way there. It was going to be a peaceful date, without the team behind their backs. Some quality couple time, or so the both of them thought. Some coffee, maybe movie night once they got home.

The last thing both of them expected was to be greeted by his team captain, and colleagues. "What are you doing here?" Kiyoomi asked, annoyance evident in his tone. "Well er-" Meian begins, "we had nothing to do and we thought about coming here. This is nice though, now we can all have tea together right? You know, just us in our little friend circle," he smiled. "I wouldn't say that Meian," Atsumu began, he had a suspicion that this teammate and his ‘friend’ were dating. "the lovebirds were probably on a date or something," he smirked. Oh god, that smirk, it annoyed the living fuck out of Sakusa, and Atsumu being right for once, made it worse.

"Ahaha nice joke 'tsumu!!" they laughed as they tried to weaken the tension. "But uh yeah guys, just a friendly hangout," they awkwardly chuckled "we can all have tea together, that would be nice," they looked at Sakusa for approval only to find that oh-so familiar expression of annoyance on his face. "Oh, that's great!" Hinata intervened, "alright, who wants what? y'all can decide, I'll go order," he smiled. On recieving everyone’s order, he left to greet the lady at the counter, warmness oozing from his voice.

"This is simply lovely," Kiyoomi said, sarcasm quite evident in his voice. "Omi!," they laughed as they lightly elbowed him. "Omi?" Bokuto asked. "So you're on nickname terms now huh," he grins. "Oh please, it's nothing like that!!" they laugh with the others. The team suspected the two might be dating, but it was never made official.

"Well, it would've been a lovely date if some people didn't intervene," outside hitter said, shocking the others. "Y'all really are dating aren't you?" Atsumu asked, mentally congratulating himself for knowing. "Yeah," they looked down as they tried to hide a grin. ”Well I’m back with our stuff,” Hinata walked to the table and he set the orders down calmly. “What did I miss?” He asked, before taking a sip of the strawberry concoction he ordered.

“Nothin’ much, Mr. Sakusa and his ‘friend’,” he said, gesturing air quotes, “here, are dating,” Atsumu said, a smug grin evident on his face. Hinata spat his milkshake onto the blonde “SERIOUSLY?” He looked at Atsumu with an apologetic smile on his face, “my bad.”

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captain-hawks · 14 days ago

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hiii Dee!! for your holiday drabbles, maaayybeeee accidentally standing under mistletoe with Meian? 🤭

no questions asked 🎀 meian shugo x f!reader

Spending Christmas Eve with your cheating ex-fiancé is no longer an option, so a party at Atsumu's will just have to do.

1.3k — msby manager!reader, angst and fluff

It’s a little embarrassing—thinking about how you should be out for dinner with your fiancé and his parents right now.

How you should be planning a wedding that’ll take place in the new year.

How, instead, you’re standing in the middle of Miya Atsumu’s apartment wearing the same red dress you picked out for a very different occasion, ring finger now entirely devoid of a weight you were once familiar with for the past five months.

While the Black Jackals tried not to pry into the mortifying details of your breakup when you showed up for practice uncharacteristically late one morning two weeks ago with eyes ringed red after a sleepless night, Bokuto, Hinata, and Atsumu were all wholly insistent that their team manager couldn’t spend Christmas Eve alone.

(They’d let Coach Foster off easy when he politely declined the invite to tonight’s party, but you? Not so much.)

(Bokuto’s known you since your Fukurodani days, after all, since you were a year ahead of him on the girl’s volleyball team.)

Which now finds you here, leaning against the doorway that separates the living room from the kitchen, fingers curled loosely around the sweaty neck of a bottle of beer.

“I never liked him, ya know,” Atsumu’s voice interrupts your thoughts.

You turn to face the setter, brows raised in mock amusement. “Really? I couldn’t tell.”

You met Ren a year or so after you started working for MSBY, after you’d already grown close with the team, and he got down on one knee just over six months later.

And now—

“He never liked showin’ his face at games, that cheatin’ bastard. He probably knew we’d see it on his stupid face and pummel his ass.”

Sighing, you nod in a disconnected way, taking a swig from your bottle before placing it down on a table nearby.

You hadn’t gotten into the rest of the details—how the marketing executive had been sleeping with his eighteen-year-old intern for the entirety of your relationship.

How he was only proposing to you to appease his father for the sake of inheriting his company.

How everything was a lie—

How—

“Atsumu.”

Something prickles along the back of your neck at the sound of Meian’s voice, his tone stern as he approaches.

Atsumu perks up. “And I bet Meian woulda really loved to beat his—”

“Bokuto’s two seconds from puking on your bed,” Meian cuts him off brusquely, sliding into the spot where the blonde was standing as he scurries off, eyes going wide in concern.

You shake your head, offering a genuine smile to the team captain and trying to ignore the long-ignored warmth that rustles in your chest as he looks at you.

“Really?”

He shakes his head, the curve of his mouth matching your own. “Nah, but I know he gets annoying when he’s drunk. And I know that’s the last thing you want to talk about right now.”

Meian has always had a way of reading you, of knowing what you need.

And you know that, logically, it’s just something that comes naturally to him as a captain. He does it with his team all the time.

But it still does something odd to your fragile heart anyway—the way he notices you.

Bokuto’s sworn this secret (which you accidentally shared after too many drinks one night) to the grave, this stupid little crush that you have on the team captain. One that sprouted long before Ren came into the picture.

One that you were quick to pluck, to try digging out at the roots before it could blossom.

Part of you is loath to admit that you were inclined to reciprocate Ren’s advances solely in an effort to get over these feelings.

Feelings that came boiling right back to the surface the night after that teary-eyed practice when your phone lit up with a text from the captain.

MEIAN: I’m not going to ask about things you’re not ready to answer. MEIAN: But if you need help, a hand, or anything, let me know, and I’m there. MEIAN: No questions asked.

Meian stayed true to his word when you subsequently texted him an address and asked him to bring his pick up truck.

He didn’t dig for details when you swung open the door to your shared apartment with Ren and gestured at the boxes you’d packed.

Truthfully, you didn’t know who else to call.

You didn’t know who else would let you sniffle and struggle your way through it all without prying. Without pushing. Without batting an eye when you asked if he could grab things from the closet you couldn’t bear to look back into again.

Without asking for all of the sordid details of your fiancé’s affair that still find you dry heaving in the bathroom most nights.

You didn’t have much, the apartment and furniture was Ren’s to begin with.

He helped you move across town back to your parents place with the promise that he’d help again when you found an apartment.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet,” you exhale, and Meian nods in understanding as you smooth your fingertips down the skirt of your dress. “But when I am…”

He waits patiently as you trail off, eyes offering a comfort that’s always been there, that feels like a balm now against the frayed edges of your rattled nerves.

“...I’d like to tell you,” you finish, nervously pinching the material’s hem.

Meian smiles. “I’ll be here.”

And it’s then that you feel something light hit your head, and you glance around to find a plastic sprig of mistletoe rolling away on the floor.

“Really?” you choke out a weak laugh.

You don’t immediately look up at Meian. Because while it feels almost childish, the back of your neck burns anyway with the implication behind the silly tradition.

It wouldn’t be the first time that you’ve found yourself wondering what his lips would feel like against your own. Wondering if he’d cup the back of your head or stroke your jaw. If he’d part the seam of your lips with his tongue and run his thumb against your chin as you melt into his touch.

Wondering what it would feel like to jump into his arms after a win, to wrap your legs around his waist, to drag your fingers through his sweaty, messy hair and laugh in a mess of tongue and teeth as someone tells you both to get a room while he presses you up against a wall—

You’re tugged away from that train of thought by the feeling of Meian’s large hand taking your own, and your eyes go wide as he lifts your knuckles to his lips and presses a chaste kiss to them.

“Rules are rules,” he shrugs, offering you a lopsided grin that has no right being that handsome under the multi-colored glow of string lights that adorns the living room.

Overcome by a fleeting surge of confidence as your heart flutters wildly in your chest, your fingers find a home curled in the collar of Meian’s button-down shirt before you can think better of it.

“Captain, I thought you followed rules to a T,” you tease in a voice that feels almost foreign on your lips.

But you’re too caught up in the moment to second guess yourself.

Meian leans in as you tug him closer, and you sway a little, steadied only by his hand as it comes to rest against your waist. Gently, featherlight—as if he’s still waiting for you to change your mind.

He quietly says, “You’re the manager here, maybe I need a refresher.”

His breath is hot as it curls against your lips in the scant space left between your faces.

Your mouth brushes against his, and you can feel him smile against your lips.

“Like this?” he murmurs, fingers curling and pressing the fabric of your dress.

“Yes,” you breathe out, and Meian’s other hand slides to the back of your head as he kisses you.

#falalalala drabbles #dee writes #meian shugo #meian shugo x reader #haikyuu

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nectardaddy · 1 month ago

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the cards, the cards, the cards will tell . . . the past, the present, and the future as well . . . WANT A READING ?

note: happy holidays! while I don't celebrate the traditional holidays, I wanted to partake in a little something! so happy winter solstice <3

specs/rules: these will be drabble length unless a fire gets set under me (500 words at least), please only request one I really don't want to get burnt out! give me some time to write these please and thank you :))

status: requests closed, slots are filled! <3

sit down at my table, put your minds at ease. if you relax, it will enable me to do anything I please . . . you want a love reading, huh?

alright, pick what calls to you: shoyo hinata, kei tsukishima, hajime iwaizumi, issei matsukawa, atsumu miya, osamu miya, rintaro suna, shinsuke kita, kotaro bokuto, keiji akaashi, tetsuro kuroo, morisuke yaku, kiyoomi sakusa, shugo meian, shimizu kiyoko, koushi sugawara

nothing speaking to you? ask the witch, they might be able to help!

⋆｡✶ the major arcana

the fool . . . meet ugly the magician . . . enemies to lovers the high priestess . . . childhood friends to lovers the lovers . . . meet cute the tower . . . opposites attract the sun . . . neighbors to lovers

⋆｡✶the minor arcana

cups . . . fluff swords . . . platonic relationship / friendship wands . . . slice of life pentacles . . . hurt/comfort

see what's in the crystal ball ✧ i. matsukawa, the sun, four of wands upright

✧ s. kiyoko, the high priestess, ace of cups upright

✧ a. miya, the magician, two of pentacles in reverse

✧ i. matsukawa, the fool, page of cups upright

✧ s. kita, the sun, knight of cups upright

✧ o. miya, the fool

✧ k. sakusa, the high priestess, two of wands upright

✧ h. iwaizumi, the magician

✧ k. akaashi, the high priestess, four of wands upright

✧ t. kuroo, the high priestess, two of pentacles in reverse

#happy winter solstice <333 #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #hq #hq x reader #haikyuu x you #hq x you #dodger's first writing event who cheered??

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sirhamburrger · 2 months ago

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the treasury's romance roulette... (borders by @cafekitsune) every so often, the u.s. department of treasury hosts a game of romance roulette, and you're just in luck - the next one commences very, very soon...

7/7 results received (as of nov 25). players are: @stellar-headquarters, @van1shiro, and 5 anonymous.

table of contents:

1: sleeves (tsukishima x gn!reader) (for @stellar-headquarters) 2: windows to your heart (akaashi x gn!reader) (for anonymous)

how is the game played?

in each round, players spin two wheels to determine the outcome

the first wheel determines your partner (see below for full list)

the second wheel determines what your interaction with them might look like

afterwards, they will write their results down and post them, anonymously or non-anonymously, to the treasury office.

(actually, players have been historically known to rig the game in their favour, and the treasury... doesn't really mind anymore. go ahead and play however you so desire!)

what are the hard rules, then?

only one submission per player (even the anonymous ones). only the first seven requests will be answered

top five characters, in order of choice, must be clearly stated, as must prompts, along with any additional specifications (fluff/angst/crack, gn!reader/fem!reader, 2nd/3rd person, character/reader pov, pre-/post-timeskip). nsfw requests will NOT be entertained

all results must be submitted before the deadline, november twenty-fifth, midnight est

what about the results? results will be progressively released starting from december first. all seven will be out by the end of the year latest (december thirty-first). they will be between 700 - 900 words (±100 words)

may the odds be ever in your favour.

list of potential partners (please select at least five and list in choice order):

shoyo hinata

tobio kageyama

kei tsukishima

daichi sawamura

tooru oikawa

hajime iwaizumi

issei matsukawa

wakatoshi ushijima

satori tendou

atsumu miya

osamu miya

rintaro suna

shinsuke kita

kotaro bokuto

keiji akaashi

tetsuro kuroo

kenma kozume

morisuke yaku

kiyoomi sakusa

shugo meian

haikyuu masterlist || general masterlist

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sassycheesecake · 6 months ago

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MEET AND GREET ✨MSBY JACKALS 🐺✨ in one post <3

Atsumu Miya #13

Man’s flirtin' with ya nonstop

The moment you step up to the M&G, it’s like the heavens have send him an angel

Usually Atsumu has a problem with shutting his mouth, but when he saw you, he was lost for words

He calls you lots of nicknames and you’re almost a melting puddle at hearing his Kansai dialect in person

Atsumu keeps giving you this look with his hooded eyes, along with his lazy smirk(YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHICH ONE I MEAN)

Of course, Atsumu’s teammates are used to his flirty nature with some people, they know it’s a show he puts on in front of the world

A cocky, arrogant and overconfident bastard can actually be a funny, loving and protective person in private

They watch with high interest from the sidelines, because the usual confident smartass is actually nervous and gives out an honest smile, not the usual fake ones he uses with the press

But they obviously wouldn’t be teammates if they don’t tease each other once in a while

"Tsum-Tsum it’s been almost 15 minutes since the game, why is your face still so red?" Bokuto’s comment turns Atsumu’s face a couple more shades red and the Setter wishes to sink into the next hole in the ground

ANYWHO

With one unfortunately not too long lasting hug, you say your goodbyes and without your knowing, the sandy-blonde Setter looks longingly after you, like he just said goodbye to his lover

It’s like almost there was a voice inside his head, telling him to run after you

Get a full name, a number, an email, anything he can get so he can contact you

So when the Setter runs after you, ignoring the staff team’s shouts and yelling, he still can see the back of your outfit and he calls after you

Hearing your name being called out in a deep familiar voice, you turn around and find the sandy-blonde Setter halting to a stop right in front of you

Atsumu rambles on about feeling his heart beat faster whenever you speak or look at him and the sandy-blonde has never felt this way before

After a bashful goodbye and an exchange of numbers, the two of you part ways with exciting smiles on your faces

As soon as the blonde twin enters the locker room, he can’t contain his excitement anymore

"Guess who just got himself a number by a gorgeous fan!" 😍😍 Atsumu is so happy he could shout it from the stadium’s rooftops

Despite getting a good chewing out by his captain, coach and PR team, Atsumu doesn’t hesitate to contact you that same night, asking you out on a date ❤️

Kōtarō Bokuto #12

Energetic owl 25/7

So imagine how hyper he still is after a winning game

He’s a living bouncy ball, along with tangerine boy

When you came up to the table to get your jersey signed, you can almost feel his bright energy surrounding you, feeling like it’s pulling you into a hug

He smiles brightly at you, sweat clinging to his jersey, defining his well-built body

You’re trying not to stare but it’s highly obvious that you like the hyper horned owl

You get his autograph, an almost bone-crushing hug and one last beaming smile

You’re feeling a sort of rush of adrenaline mixed with something else as you go home, looking up the next home game of the MSBY Jackals, excited to see Bokuto play again and hopefully have another M&G

Even though you can see your bank account shrinking more and more, each time you feel so much excitement whenever you see Bokuto play on court

His beaming smile, his chest receives, his exciting expression whenever he scores and the way he celebrates with #13 and #21

You’re going to their last game before your bank account goes on strike so you make it count as you go to the M&G

Bokuto sees you coming up again and smiles at the sight of you

So you try your shot

"Hey, I have been to some of your games and I really love the way you're driven by your passion in volleyball and I really like you and I wanted to know if you'd be happy or willing to go out with me sometime?"

The whole table is silent and truth to be told, shocked that someone was asking Bokuto out

Bokuto never really thought much of dating until like his retirement but ever since you started coming to the MSBY Jackal games, Bokuto feels like he wants to show you what he can do, you can say in some sort of way he's trying to impress you

You're standing in front of him, sweating buckets in nervousness, when Bokuto gets up from his chair with a neutral expresion

You're already imagining the worst rejection ever when he stands a mere inches away from you

Looking into his golden eyes, his expression changes from neutral to bashful

"I'd love to"

Kiyoomi Sakusa #15

Fresh-out-of-the-shower-Sakusa Kiyoomi was standing a little bit off to the side in his MSBY tracksuit, hands in his hoodie pockets, black medical mask partly covering his scowl when he was watching some of his still sweaty, disgusting teammates talk and hug fans after their win

He was scrutinizing his teammates in his head when an almost very quiet voice interrupts his judgment towards his teammates

When Sakusa was about to tell the fan off, he turned and saw you

A white mask is covering your face and you have a small jersey shirt in your medical gloved hands

That’s right. GLOVED HANDS

You look unsure, almost scared as you keep your distance between the Outside Hitter and yourself

"Can you please sign this for my little brother? He’s in the hospital and couldn’t come to your game due to a broken leg."

You hold out the jersey and watch as the ravenette’s calculating eyes switch between you and the small jersey

"Don’t worry. It’s not from the hospital, I brought it from home, it’s freshly washed because I know you don’t like unclean things"

And then the most unexpected thing happens

Sakusa comes a bit closer, like a cautious cat and takes the small jersey from you, which has his number on it

"Meian. Hand me your pen please."

The taller man and captain of the team looks confused for a second but hands him his sharpie anyway

Sakura signs his signature and you can roughly see him writing something else on it

You thank him with a respectful bow and leave the M&G area

Sakusa looks after your retreating footsteps, curious and intrigued by your mysterious face and personality

All of sudden, Sakusa feels an elbow hitting his side gently a few times with a clicking noise of a tongue and the Outside Hitter knows that annoying ass noise all too well

The blonde Setter waggles his eyebrows in a suggestive way as he just witnessed the interaction between you and his teammate

"Damn Omi, quite the looker fan ya got there."

Sakusa just gives him a pissed side glance, yet looks back immediately to the spot where you just stood, hoping you will read his message

As you head back to your little brother, you see the message the ravenette has left you

"Meet me at Fumin no mori Narukawa enchi on Sunday, 9am."

In the end, you got his number and got promoted to best big sister ever

Shōyō Hinata #21

Hinata is such an easy guy to get along with. He makes friends everywhere he goes

Even though you were nervous, the M&G went really smooth, as if you have known each other for years

the longer you two talked, the more stuff you realized you have in common

It went from talking about One Piece and volleyball to if the cereal or the milk should come first into a bowl (you did receive a few strange looks from the staff members but Bokuto and Atsumu are gleefully proud of their youngest teammate talking and flirting with you and actually succeeding at it considering his teachers were idiots)

You part your ways after the M&G and you're excited to see the next game (big kudos to your best friend for gifting you season tickets)

"Was I seeing this right? Was Hinata actually flirting with someone?" Shion asks Meian in a whisper in the locker room after the game, still shocked that their youngest kouhai is highly interested in someone or something else besides volleyball

Hinata is more cheerful than usual in training sessions and work out

He tells his teammates all about his excitement every day

"Have you guys seen their smile?". "Aren't they the most beautiful person alive?" "I can't wait to see them again, I look for them wherever I go, hoping I would randomly catch a sight of them on the street.", "I am telling you guys, I am going to marry this person!"

The next time Hinata saw you at the M&G of the game, he asked you out, resulting in you two going out for dinner at a small Brazilian restaurant and Hinata tells you all the stories from Brazil, about his old roommate Pedro and how he has known some of his current teammates since high school, etc.

Yet even if Hinata is a big storyteller, he asks you about you as well, learning things about you and falling for you deeper and deep, the more minutes he spends listening to you

You spend the night at his place and for the next morning, he prepares some different types of açaí bowls, since he still needs to follow his diet plan, but unsure about what you like to eat, he also made some pão de queijo and some tapioca pancakes

It was so good and Hinata confessed that he really likes you and wants you to be his s/o

When Hinata had training again, he first told Bokuto and Atsumu about his date with you, and later his other teammates, to his opponents, to his family to his friends from Brazil

That man is so proud to have you as a romantic partner and cheers you up with his smiles and jokes on bad days, makes you feel like the only person in the world

Shūgo Meian #4

Meian can't remember the last time he had some peace and quiet

A crazy team to keep under control honestly requires a medal for patience

But lately, his mother is getting on his nerves as well

Telling her son to find a girlfriend, a boyfriend, a partner to finally settle down with

She calls him almost every day and whenever she would bring up his love situation, he automatically rolls his eyes at her annoyed tone

Meian is currently tying his shoes in the locker room, ready for the upcoming match against the Tachibana Red Falcons, when his mother called again

"Son, I have found you a compatible match! They're--"

"Mum, I have a game in a little bit, can we do this later?"

"Just promise me, you will go out with them tomorrow! They are very nice and I am not getting any younger here and neither are your reproduction tools!"

Meian is now at his limit, his mother mentioning his private parts is just getting too much for him

"Okay fine! If I go out with this person tomorrow, will you PLEASE stop bothering me about it?"

"Yes. Have a good game my son!" She hangs up and Meian is relieved, now he can focus on the game

"Miya! Stop using my deodorant! Buy your own!" "Give me my shoes back!" "WOOOO! GAME TIME!" "MEIAN! TELL THAT ASSHOLE TO GIVE ME MY SHOES BACK!"

Aaaaand off we go to the next problem

Luckily enough, the Jackals won by 5-4, so Meian is in a good mood the next day

As he waits for you by Komeda's Coffee around noon, according to the details his mother has texted him early in the morning

Honestly, Meian just wants to go back home and sleep, maybe if he's lucky enough, his blind date has both a terrible personality and terrible looks and he can just leave and go back to bed and finish the third season of Bridgerton

As he waits in front of the café, scrolling through Instagram, he hears the sweetest voice his ears have ever encountered

"Are you Meian?"

As he turns to look at you, his eyes widen at the sight of you

Like wow

The way your body moves, the way eyes your shine, the way your skin glows in the sun

When you are close enough to him, he gets an intoxicating scent from you, like gosh he wishes he could just hug you and inhale your fragrance for days

He internally slaps himself for thinking such intrusive thoughts on your first date

You keep talking, Meian guesses how happy you are to meet him because his heart is doing somersaults and his brain feels like it's constantly restarting

"You okay? You look distracted."

"No, no, I am fine I promise. I just have never seen such a gorgeous person before."

And now it's your turn with the somersaults

You both go inside the café, him holding the door open for you, pulling the chair before you sit down (sigh, a true gentleman)

Honestly, when your mother told you you would be going on a blind date with a professional athlete who plays volleyball, you honestly expected an arrogant ass who only talks about how great he is and how this sport is the greatest in the world

Meian is not what you expected

Sure, he is very good looking: tall, muscular, broad mouth-watering shoulders, a body that looked like it was carved by Myron himself

His personality is sweet, a bit inexperienced sure but he solely focuses on you and gives you compliment after compliment

He tells you about his profession, about his team and invites you to his next game in a week

Meian's teammates of course notice the constant smiling looking at his phone and the small nod of his head into the VIP section

Yet the ravenette doesn't care, already planning on marrying you in the future

Shion Inunaki #6

The Libero watches as big groups surround his very popular teammates, like Hinata or Atsumu, screeching, giggling and being excited to be able to talk to the star players

Don’t tell Bokuto

All of sudden he wanted to walk into the direction of the players’ locker room when you stopped him

"Hi." You give him a little wave and a shy smile and Inunaki thinks that you must have switched him up with one of the other players

Sure, he has fans of his own but usually they’re kids and not hot and young people like you

You ask him for a picture and an autograph on your jersey which has his number on it

He’s really enjoying the sight of you wearing his last name and number, it’s almost as if you’re married

You’re beautiful and you play volleyball in your college whenever you have spare time as you both start talking together

Funnily enough, Inunaki went to the same college as you before he joined a professional volleyball team and you actually live close by together!

The two of you agreed on having a coffee date together next weekend when Inunaki has some time off

As you both meet up more and more, your friendship begins to grow stronger, more deeper

On game day, Inunaki walks from the locker room into the large stadium when he checks into the VIP section

His eyes immediately caught yours in the family and close friends section and his heart beats even faster, knowing he has a beautiful partner by his side, always cheering him on

Alexandre Joffe #7

Seven foot frame, rats along his back

Seven freakin' foot soldier

A giant with a heart of gold

When you saw his big stature and his beautiful green eyes, it was like you forgot what to say

Alexandre sees that you’re struggling with your words as you come up to the M&G, your face extremely red as you look at him and wanting for him to sign your small jackal plushie’s shirt

The Middle Blocker feels flattered by your behavior, because mostly people are just very intimidated by his height

But not you

You look amazed, almost like you're envious of him

To be fair, you look incredibly small compared to him

In Alexandre's mind, there's singing birds and talking animals around you, like a Disney figure

He takes the jackal plushie into his large hands, signs it and hesitantly gives it back to you

"Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?"

"What are your plans Friday night?" His smile is dazzling, green eyes shining with excitement

"Uhm I don't think I have anything planned yet, why?"

"How about you and me go to Yakiniku King? I think you're really pretty and I would like to get to know you better."

Wow, well you certainly didn't expect this tonight

Yet, you agree, ignoring nasty looks from the fans behind you and beside you as you exchange numbers

Who knows, maybe it will turn out to be something serious

Adriah Tomas #9

Tomas has known you ever since he can remember

You both grew up in the same hometown and have been inseparable ever since

Until you moved away to pursue your dream career, Tomas stayed to improve himself in his volleyball career

Unfortunately due to your busy schedules, texting became less and less and all of sudden, it stopped completely

At the age of 25, Tomas got a sponsorship from the MSBY Black Jackals, a Division 1 team in Japans V. League

He packed his things, moved to Higashiosaka and is now finally part of a professional volleyball team, like he always dreamed and told you about

There wasn't a day that went by when Tomas thought about you

Wondering what you are doing, how you are doing, and most importantly for him, if you're in a serious relationship with anyone

Yeah classic childhood friend crush developed into something deeper for Tomas, he just always wished he either confessed before you left or at least tried to tell you while you were teenagers

After training, his Japanese teammates Atsumu and Bokuto were talking about their recent hook ups when they asked Tomas about the last time he has hooked up with someone

Even though you both have never been intimate with each other, you immediately came to his mind when they asked

He tells them off, saying he hasn't been interested in it, because he was focused on training and 'didn't have time for distractions'

Thankfully they leave him alone after this yet he can’t help but feel like fate is going to be messing with him

Just one day later, when Tomas is taking the subway home, there is a person that looks just like you

The same color of hair, skin and scent that

When he look-a-like of you turns a bit to the side, Tomas can’t believe his eyes

It was you

You’re here

The same country, the same town, the same subway at the exact same time

He doesn’t hesitate to walk over to you

You’re just listening to your music with your headphones on your way home when a tall man makes his way over to you out of the corner of your eye

Stopping in front of you, you look up quickly and you can’t believe your eyes either

What is he doing here? Is that really the little dimple smiling boy who would always chase you with bugs and share his waffles with you?

My God what has he been eating that he’s this tall? He certainly didn’t have to grow this tall

You both can’t believe it and Tomas looks unsure as he looks at you

You have always been the one to initiate conversation first so you take the lead and Tomas goes along smoothly with it

Before the subway stops, you quickly exchange numbers and stay in contact after you depart

Catching up on the phone about each others lives, Tomas eventually builds up the courage to ask you out over face time while he’s making breakfast

Out of shock of you yelling excitedly, he drops his French toast but can’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline going through his body as he knows that fate gave him a second chance in trying to ask out his best friend and crush

Oriver Barnes #10

Barnes was stretching on the gym floor when he heard his three-year old daughter calling his name

She is a perfect mix of him and his divorced partner

Sigh

It's already been a year since your guys' divorce and Barnes has not been taking it well since day one

The two of you constantly fought over his busy schedule, about Barnes forgetting to pick up your daughter because training went on too long too many times

You finally had enough when your daughter had to stand in the rain, waiting for her father for over an hour, only to end up sick the next morning

Oriver and you fought so much, after that incident you finally had enough and you filed for divorce

Both of you settled for an agreement on when to take your daughter and now it's been going on for about a year now

The Middle Blocker tried to move on but he simply can't

He still loves you since the first time he laid eyes on you

When she hugs her father tight, he sees you walking over with slow steps, holding her Bluey backpack with a tight smile on your face

"Hey." You both say in sync

"What are you doing here? I thought she was staying with you this week." Barnes asks you, trying to make some small talk as your daughter uses him as a playground device

"I know, but she really wanted to come and see you. And I can't keep her from seeing her father."

Your daughter sees Tomas and runs to him, being the Godfather of her, leaving you and your ex-husband alone for a bit

Meian knows how much his teammate misses you, Oriver is constantly talking about you, has pictures of your daughter and still of you in his locker and looks completely heartbroken whenever he sees you leaving with your daughter after it was his turn to have her stay at his place

Oriver looks over at Meian and the ravenette gives a silent nod in return, keeping your guys' daughter occupied as planned

Oriver begins to stand up and you still shocked at the 6'7 height of the massive Opposite Hitter

He looks unsure into your direction, asking if he could talk to you in private

You are surprised and a little bit unsure to be honest but agree nonetheless

He takes you into the meeting room, whenever they talk about after game strategies

After the door is closed for some privacy, your former partner-for-life turns to look at you with a face full of sorrow

"Listen, I know this is extremely shit timing but please listen to what I have to say. I-I know it's already been almost a year, but every day is torture for me. I miss you by my side. Your smiles, your laughs. Just everything about you. Our daughter tells me that you cry almost every night and it breaks my heart, knowing that I can't be there to hold and comfort you. I still call you 'My (Y/N)' because you are my everything. You are my light, and you've shown me more love than I've ever known. You have graced us with a beautiful, gorgeous, smart daughter. She takes after you in so many ways and I am reminded of what I should have fought harder for. I lost my other half, my soulmate. I feel like there is an empty hole inside my heart that can't be filled with something new. I need you, I want you back in my life. If you'll have me, please give us another chance."

By the time Oriver finished talking, you're both crying

You're taking fast steps towards the Wing Spiker and he doesn't hesitate to pull you into his strong arms

The dark-haired man rests his chin on top of your head, caressing your back while you're trying to control your sobs

Oriver comforts you by just holding you, caressing you and you realise how much you needed it, needed him

Maybe it was a rushed decision after all

You're both in there for a while, until Meian tells him that it's time to start the warm up because the game will start soon

Oriver and you both agree to take it slow, wanting to build up again what you used to have

But out of everyone, your daughter couldn't be happier

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cottonlemonade · 3 months ago

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Being MSBY’s Single Dad

word count: 1055 || avg. reading time: 4 mins.

pairing: Meian x chubby!Reader (feat. Sakusa)

genre: fluff

warnings: spoilers

Sakusa had been in a foul mood for some time now but today it reached its pinnacle.

Two weeks ago he twisted his ankle during training and since he had quite the history of downplaying any injuries and then suffering their consequences, Meian decided to accompany him on his latest checkup, very much ignoring Sakusa’s protests. The captain leaned against a filing cabinet, arms crossed and a small smile on his face as he watched you bend and knead Sakusa‘s foot with gentle proficiency. The younger man grimaced barely noticeably when you pressed your palm flat against his sole, but upon his wince let up the pressure immediately.

“You‘ll sit this next one out.“, you said firmly, writing something in his chart.

“It‘s not that bad. I can play no problem. I just have to warm up.“

“Ah, you heard what she said. Doctor‘s orders.“

“She isn‘t even a doctor.“, Sakusa mumbled under his breath.

“Rude!“, Meian scolded.

“True though.“, both you and Sakusa replied in unison and the captain grinned when you added pointedly, “However, as your lowly physiotherapist I will give you some more stretches to do. It‘s better than last time but give yourself another week and you‘ll be as good as new.“

You took a seat at your desk, writing down a short list of daily exercises, adding quick sketches for demonstration. As you did, Meian detached himself from the cabinet and walked over to Sakusa to help him back into his shoe, which he reluctantly allowed.

“And while you‘re at it, be nicer to the others.“

“You still haven‘t made up?“, you turned around and looked at Sakusa incredulously.

“If it wasn‘t for these idiots this never would have happened.“, he noted sharply.

“True, but they did apologize.“, Meian reminded him, “Multiple times.“ You hid your chuckle at his tone, very reminiscent of a dad trying to explain to his son the concept of forgiveness.

“They deserve to stew.“

“Wait, you had such a colorful way to describe them when you came in last time.“, you tapped your chin with your pen in thought, trying to remember, “I believe you called them “a bunch of orange cats whose brains are powered by a singular, already dim lightbulb“, am I right?“

Meian covered his snort with the palm of his hand, then rolled his shoulders and tied the shoelace as he cleared his throat.

“Please don‘t say that in front of Bokuto. His hair hasn‘t been the same since the accident.“

Sakusa clicked his tongue in annoyance and let Meian help him off the exam table.

“Here.“, you stood up and handed him two notes, “This is for some new painkillers, take them when needed but no more than three a day and these are the new exercises. Do them every morning and every night before bed and if it‘s not better in 3 to 5 days come see me again. Aaaand-“ You opened a desk drawer and took out a bright yellow lollipop.

“What‘s that?“

“All the good kids get one.“, you shrugged and smiled.

Sakusa rolled his eyes, snatched the lollipop nonetheless, and limped over to the door.

“You coming?“, he asked, hand on the handle.

“Wait in the car. I wanna get my shoulder checked out.“

“I‘m not some kid. I‘ll get a taxi.“

“If you wait for me, we can get ice cream on the way back!“, Meian called after him.

“Whatever.“, Sakusa pulled the door closed behind him, leaving you and the captain alone to burst into laughter.

“How do you manage them?“, you sighed and shook your head, then looked at him expectantly, “So, what‘s up with your shoulder?“

“Dunno, can‘t quite get my movement radius like usual.“, he swung his arm back and forth until it wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, “Huh. Seems like I‘m healed.“

He held your chin between index finger and thumb and leaned down to meet your lips. You giggled into the kiss, placing one hand on his cheek while running your fingertips along the back of his neck with the other. He hummed happily and deepened the kiss, playfully tugging at your bottom lip with his teeth.

“When can I tell them?“, he asked softly once you broke from each other, linking your fingers with his.

You nuzzled into his broad chest instead of an answer and he wrapped both arms around your soft round figure, slowly swaying on the spot. Back when you started working with the Jackals it had only taken a few months of stolen glances, not-so-accidental touches, and careful courting until Meian asked you to be his girlfriend right before an important match. You agreed immediately under one condition. And while he was never a fan of keeping your relationship secret, he understood that you were worried about what it could mean for either of you if it didn‘t last or if you were being accused of abusing your power. But at this point, it was well over a year and he would appreciate it immensely if Atsumu stopped trying to set him up on blind dates all the time.

“Nothing bad will happen, I promise. I read my contract over and over. I know that thing by heart. Nowhere does it say that we can‘t be together. Just…“, he pulled away a little to rest his forehead against yours, “let me show you off, hm? You know how Bokuto always sprints to his wife after a match to hug and kiss her?“

You nodded

“Well… I wanna do that, too.“

“Wife, huh?“, you teased.

“Princess, let us be public and I‘ll get you a ring so fast you won‘t know what hit ya. Cause I draw the line at secret wife.“

“Alright alright… next match. You can come and kiss me.“

“Yeah?“ His eyes practically glowed at your reply.

“Yes. But you better be faster than Bokuto.“

“Deal.“

Please imagine Meian overtaking Bokuto on the way to kiss his wife in the next match.

Imagine if these races became a thing after matches.

Imagine, when he does it for the first time, Sakusa is caught in the background of a picture of Meian kissing you with the most wtf face.

There would be fancams of their races after every match. People would keep score.

a/n: thank you to @haikyu-mp4 for the headcanon that Sakusa is photobombing the first fancam xD

#meian x chubby reader #haikyuu x chubby reader #chubby reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu x curvy reader #meian x reader #meian shugo #msby sakusa #hq msby #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #msby meian

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kitabread · 10 months ago

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-> arrow one: Radio Romance

Genre: Fluff, maybe angst?, happy ending but getting there takes a while lol

Pairing: Atsumu Miya of Haikyuu x Black female OC

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Misunderstanding, profanity, a tad bit suggestive at the end, quite a bit of italicized font, in case that is an issue for anyone

a/n: it's been quite a while since I've written (for a number of reasons) but I hope everyone enjoys !

"From the moment I saw her I knew this one was worth the broken heart." ― Atticus

“Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Those words rang through Atsumu’s head like a siren as he watched the owner of the voice pass by, her laugh disrupting the flow of the busy hallway in the best way possible. He watched as her primly pressed hair cascaded down her back in layers, brushing up against the backpack that hung off her shoulder.

In all honesty, Atsumu didn’t quite notice Himari at first. She kept to herself in class, and they didn’t have any mutual friends so run-ins were scarce. He just didn’t have the opportunity to truly see her, until…

The sun was high in the sky, and the four walls of the gym did very little to keep the heat at bay. The match had already started by the time the girls got there, with the second set in full swing as they managed to find just enough seats for their group of four.

‘Coming through, sorry!” The girls recited like a mantra until they made it to their destination.

“This all could’ve been avoided if Himari would’ve just accepted to come in the first place.” Satomi chimed in, avoiding the glare the other girl shot her way.

“You guys could’ve come without me.” She pouted, slumping down in her seat.

“No, we agreed this would be a GROUP outing. No one left behind.”

“Why did we even have to come at all? None of y’all are into sports.”

“I may not be into sports, but I’m into him.” Satomi nodded towards the curly-headed #15.

“Kiyoomi? I should’ve known. He never talks, and that’s exactly your type.” Himari said, laughing when all she received was a smirk in response.

“What about you, Himari? Who's your type on the team?” Sakura asked.

“Don’t have one.” Himari shot her down immediately.

“I can see you with Shugo, Hima!” Satomi enthused.

“You girls are impossible. I shouldn’t have come.” Himari sighed, standing up to leave. This was a waste of her time after all.

“Hey dumbass, duck before you get hit!” Someone shouted. Himari turned to see a ball flying her way. Her fight or flight failed her, and their less popular sister ‘freeze’ presented herself at what had to be the worst time possible. She closed her eyes, awaiting the object’s brash introduction to her face.

Yet, it never came.

Instead, she heard cheers all around her. When Himari opened her eyes, she came face to face with a man much taller than her holding a ball and donning a dazzling smile.

“You okay?” He asked, his bleach blonde hair drenched in sweat.

Himari nodded frantically, unable to do anything but sit back down.

The game quickly resumed, but the swift movements on the court did very little to slow the thumping of Himari’s heart.

They stayed until the ball rolled off the court and into the team manager’s hands. The girls kept in close proximity to each other as the whole gym attempted to shuffle through the double doors.

“Sooo…Hima…”

Himari sighed. Nothing good ever came when Satomi used that tone of voice. “Yes, Satomi.” She replied flatly.

“I saw that smile Atsumu gave you. What do you think?”

Atsumu. So that was his name.

“I’m appreciative of him catching the ball before I lost my face.That’s it.”

Satomi groaned. “Seriously? Not even a little interested? He was totally checking you out! You guys would be so cute together! Star volleyball player and academic prodigy!” She said dreamily. “Even if it isn’t Atsumu, maybe somebody else? “Come on, Hima. Surely you must be into somebody on the team!”

Knowing she couldn’t get herself out of this conversation any other way, Himari said:

“Negative. Nobody wants to deal with guys that can’t take anything but volleyball seriously, anyway. Why would I want to deal with that?”

Ever since that day, Atsumu kept his distance despite his feelings. After all, pining after a girl that saw athletes as a waste of time surely wouldn’t end well for him, right? Yet, the young setter just couldn’t shake how he felt. He observed her on her way to class, greeting professors in the hallways. He noticed how she took the time after class to help others with the material. He even ran into her occasionally feeding the stray dogs in town. Surely someone like that couldn’t possibly dislike sports players for such a futile reason…?

But that’s what she said.

His stupid brain reminded him every time his eyes lingered. Every time he found himself laughing at the jokes she’d tell her friends right before class began. Every time she wore that one skirt to class that flowed just a little too fluidly when she twirled around-

“Athlete. Not her type. Right.” Atsumu mumbled to himself, snapping out of his thoughts.

He walked the halls, nearly walking past a group of students putting up a large sign near the entrance.

Don’t Kiss, Just Tell! Do you have someone you’ve always wanted to confess to, but just couldn’t bring yourself to? Let it all out in a radio message! Tell them everything you like about them, and leave nothing out. Calls are accepted both identified or anonymous. Will you be brave enough to proudly profess your love? Who knows, you might just land yourself a Valentine… Courtesy of the A/V Club

Atsumu read the number and date at the bottom of the poster. The event was two days from now.

“Thinking of finally manning up and confessing to your genius girlfriend?” A familiar voice said behind him.

Atsumu rolled his eyes and turned around to face his gray-haired brother. “Fuck off. I was just reading it.”

“It might work if you ask me. You’re so obvious she’ll realize it’s you even if you stay anonymous, she’ll marry you out of pity and your future kids will have a fighting chance at being smarter than you.” Osamu listed off his reasons only to barely dodge the punch Atsumu sent his way.

“Sheesh, tough crowd.”

Atsumu laid in bed that Friday night, twirling his phone idly. It was radio show night, and “Don’t Kiss, Just Tell!” was in full swing. There were multiple, rather public displays of affection, including some loser from the soccer team practically objectifying some poor girl, insisting he wanted to “see them tiddies.” That one nearly made Atsumu cut the broadcast off altogether. He wouldn’t blame Himari for hating someone like that.

The small device in his hand buzzed, his brother’s name appearing on the screen.

Samu: haven’t heard you profess your love yet, Romeo

Atsumu rolled his eyes, of course Osamu was tuned in while working at his on-campus stall and anticipating his contribution.

Atsumu: don’t you have customers to attend to?

O: it’s this pretty little thing called multitasking. Call the show! Unless you want someone else to call about her.

The boy sighed, sitting up. He definitely didn’t want that. But what was he going to say? What if he sounded stupid? Atsumu wondered if Himari was even listening.

No. It didn’t matter if she was listening. There was the option to be anonymous, so he could just call in, get these feelings off his chest, and move on from the one-sidedness of whatever this was.

Atsumu’s fingers tapped his phone screen in quick succession before his brain could catch up and potentially stop them.

“Wooo! Everyone settle down and listen up because we have another caller!” Fuck.

“Caller, either state your name or speak your mind! Either way, no judgment here. Just say what feels right!”

Atsumu didn’t give his brain time to second guess itself OR time to think of what to say.

“Well, I’m not sure what to say, but I guess I can start at the beginning. The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match. I was frustrated as the odds weren’t in the team’s favor at the moment. I was close to losing it until I saw you. It was the first time I’d smiled since the game started,” He rambled, trying his best to keep any specific details out. “Ever since that day, I can’t get you out of my mind. You walk through the halls, laughing with your friends and you’re the only person I see. Your laugh is quickly becoming my favorite song. Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time. Of course it is, you’re so smart. With that level of intelligence, I wouldn’t even blame you for being stuck up or presumptuous, but you’re not. You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient. I even see you tending to the stray dogs in the area, and it warms my heart how sweet you are.” Atsumu sighed. He was sure people were sick of him, but it felt impossible to stop once he opened the floodgates. “I’ve longed to get to know you for months, but I doubt you’d ever like me back. So, I just wanted to speak on my feelings so I can move on.”

“Excuse me, but if I can just interject.” The host spoke up. “Are you sure you don’t want to identify yourself? This is the most genuine confession we’ve heard all night!”

“Uhh, yeah. I’m good, man. I’d love to treat her the way she deserves, but I don’t think she’d go for a guy like me.”

“Do you at least want to say your crush’s name? They should at least know they’ve made someone feel this way.”

Atsumu hesitated. He hadn’t thought about revealing who Himari was. Should he? It’s not like she’d figure out who it was regardless.

No. Himari is a pretty reserved person. She wouldn’t like her name attached to such a public announcement. She barely enjoyed the praise in class. Also, wouldn’t naming her make it seem like Atsumu wants to seduce her? His intention was purely to get it off his chest.

“Are you still there?” the host asked, yanking the blond-haired man out of his internal dilemma.

Without responding, Atsumu lowered the phone from his face, hitting the red button.

“That’s the end of that.” He mumbled.

Buzz.

Himari tossed and turned in bed, sighing deeply. Her phone had been going off for the past hour, and she’d been waiting patiently for it to die down so she could go back to sleep because who could possibly be bothering her at 9 AM on a Saturday?

The buzzing subsided for a while, and Himari thought she was in the clear. Until she heard her ringtone, that is.

She slammed her pillow on her head, screaming into the muffled void.

She checked the screen. “Satomi, what do you want?”

“Come open the door.”

Himari shot up from the bed. “There’s no way you’re at my house right now.”

The banging on the front door was confirmation enough. Trudging out of bed, she swung it open to reveal her two best friends on the other side.

“You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“You weren’t answering the phone.” Satomi brushed past her, making a beeline for the living room.

“That’s because if you’re having an emergency, you need to call the police.” Himari fell back on the sofa, closing her eyes.

“It’s not that kind of emergency, Hima. Did you listen to the A/V club’s episode last night?” Sakura asked.

“You know I don’t listen to that mess.”

“That means you missed your love confession, then.” Satomi mused.

“My what?”

“Allegedly, Satomi.” Sakura side eyed the younger girl. “Hima, listen to the recording. We really think this could be about you.”

Himari watched as her friends pressed play.

“The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.”

“Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.”

“You take time out of your day to help people that are confused and you’re so patient.”

“How do you know it’s about me? He never said a name. He didn’t even say his own!”

“But,” Satomi raised her finger in the air, “He did say the first time he saw her was during a match where he was losing. Our team has either been losing or lost at all the matches you’ve been to.” She pauses. “Hmm, on second thought, maybe you’re the problem.”

Himari ignored Satomi’s sly remark. “Lots of girls are there…”

“But most girls that are there, Sakura and I included, have been there before. It sounds like this guy’s first encounter with the girl was recent, so of all of us, who could that be? The girl that just recently started going to matches or girls he sees on the regular?” Satomi raised an eyebrow and nodded toward her friend.

“So,” She started, choosing her words carefully, “If the confession’s about me…now what?”

She sighed as she saw smiles spread across her friends’ faces. “Oh my gosh…” Sakura leaned forward, her chin resting in her hand.

“I knew it!” Satomi shot up from her seat. “I knew you liked someone on the team! You couldn’t peel your eyes away from the court that day! I even tried to get you to admit it but you spewed some nonsense about not wanting to deal with any athletes. But then you kept going to matches with us! Why would you come if there’s no benefit? Who is it? Tell us!”

Sakura yanked Satomi back down on the couch, giving her a look when she complained. “Do you like someone on the team, Hima?” She asked.

Himari fidgeted in her seat, thinking back to the first time she saw Atsumu. The way he swooped in and caught the ball so effortlessly, tossed it to his spiky-haired teammate, and then turned to her with the brightest smile before asking if she was okay. Himari was even sure he was glowing. How the heck do you even glow midway into a volleyball match?

But that was just it. The Atsumu she knew was a star player. He was outgoing, brash, and a jokester. Surely, he’d never sound like the dejected caller from last night that sounded so unsure of themselves, right?

“I do, but I don’t think this is him.”

“Huh? Are you sure?” Satomi asked, pouting when Hima nodded, “I was hoping for a perfect love story. Two people crushing on each other coming together for a whirlwind romance!” She exclaimed.

“Well, why don’t we try tracking down who it is? Even if it isn’t the guy you like, maybe you’ll gain a friend? Something more?” Sakura asked.

Already feeling like her friends aren’t going to let this go, she shrugged and looked up at them:

“How do we do that?”

“Thanks, Atsumu!”

The blond smiled, waving the customer off before sitting on the small stool for a break. Osamu had run off to see some girl, leaving his twin in charge of his on-campus food stall.

Must be nice, Atsumu thought.

The past week had been…interesting, to say the least. Atsumu had to endure his teammates’ pestering as well as his brother’s teasing from his confession. The whole team wanted to know who had stolen the star setter’s heart. Atsumu didn’t entertain the conversation (He did, however, make Bokuto promise to not say anything when he guessed correctly as to who it was.)

All Atsumu wanted to do was head home and wallow study, but here he was selling onigiris while his brother was off falling in love somewhere. He sighed, resting his head on his arm atop of the counter.

“Just go ask, Hima.”

Atsumu’s ears perked up. That sounded like Himari’s best friend, which means…

He peeked out the corner of his eye, and there she was. Dressed in a hot pink crop top that revealed her melanin-kissed midriff, light blue jeans and white sneakers, her high ponytail swayed back and forth as she approached Kaito, a guy Atsumu recognized from his Psychology class.

“Hi! Kaito, right? This might seem really awkward but it’s about the radio episode from last week…”

Atsumu watched as Himari mentioned his confession to another guy, asking if it was from him. So she had heard it. Atsumu was conflicted on if he should feel happy that she heard it, or sad that she hadn’t figured out it was him. Did she really think Kaito was the type of guy to pour his heart out like that? Did she like Kaito? Had she spoken to any of the other guys? Why hadn’t she come to ask him yet?

He pulled the hat further down onto his head, covering his eyes. As much as he wanted to go over there and admit it was him, he already made up his mind that he would let it go. How could he be so sure her reaction would be positive? For all he knew, she was probably prepared to tell Kaito off. Maybe it was for the best that she hadn’t suspected him. He watched her walk back to her friends and leave the area before calling Osamu:

“Get back here before I close your stall for the day, I’m going home.”

Himari rubbed her temples as she shut off the radio show. She spent the past two weeks talking to more classmates than she ever had since orientation. She was met with many confused expressions from students either wondering why she thought it was them or why she was sure this person was talking about her. In the end, she resorted to listening to the radio special in hopes that the confessor would change his mind and call back to either reveal who he was, who he admired, or in an ideal situation: both.

Of course, this was to no avail. All she heard was call after call of people using cheesy pick-up lines and practically begging to not spend tomorrow alone. Himari walked over to her front door, slipping her sneakers on for a quick walk to the convenience store. Maybe some fresh air would calm her thoughts.

She zipped up her coat as she turned the corner, watching how the snow settled on the treetops and glittered on the roofs of the cars.

I wonder how the dogs are holding up, she wondered. She made a mental note to stop by on her way back. The bell rang as she stepped through the threshold, signaling her arrival. She waved at the cashier as she headed to the fridge, grabbing a few drinks and some ice cream to eat at home. Noticing the dog food on sale, she grabbed a few to take with her.

“Nice to see you again, Hima!” The cashier smiled, scanning her items. “Heading to see the dogs today?”

“Yep! Just for a bit. I wanna see how they’re doing in the snow.”

“Oh! Take this with you. They can use this.” She turned to a small cubby area, procuring a fluffy, gray blanket. “I don’t use it much so don’t worry about it. It’ll keep them warm.” She handed the blanket over along with Himari’s purchases and receipt.

“This is amazing, they’re going to love this. Thank you so much!”

“Don’t mention it, see you next time!”

The snow had let up a bit, but Himari still made haste to the small alleyway where she usually found the dogs. She walked in, but instead of hearing the usual barks and pitter patter of paws heading towards her from them, she saw open, half-eaten tins of food. She saw the wagging tails of the dogs who were facing away from here.

And she saw very distinct bleach blond hair peeking out of a black hoodie.

“Leave me alone.”

“She’s been running around campus trying to figure out who you are, and you still think you don’t even have the tiniest chance?” Osamu asked.

Atsumu pinched the bridge of his nose. Osamu had been following him around the house, pestering him about his inactivity in the matter. He just couldn’t understand how his extremely outgoing brother was suddenly taking a vow of silence regarding his feelings.

Atsumu grabbed his keys off the hook. “I’m going out for a walk.”

“I’ll come with you.” Osamu said.

“I’d rather take my shoes and socks off and walk through your collection of Legos.” He replied, slamming the door on his way out and ignoring his brother’s giggles.

He walked aimlessly for quite some time, pulling his hood over his head at the first sign of snowfall.

Is Osamu right? Isn’t just leaving her be the right thing to do? He thought to himself. It’s true that he’s never been the type to back down, but is that really the best course of action with someone he likes this much? Or maybe, his focus should be on proving to her that her thoughts about athletes are wrong. He can care about more things than just volleyball. That’s it! He’d prove her wrong and when she’s finally seen the truth, he’ll-

Atsumu was dragged out of his thoughts by a strong thump against his leg. He looked down to see a brown-fur dog wagging its tail at him.

“Now what are you doing out here in the snow like this, huh?” He smiled, leading the dog back into the alleyway. He noticed the other dogs sitting next to a trash can, also getting wet from the snow.

Finding a discarded wooden door, Atsumu laid it atop of the trash cans, giving the dogs a roof.

“There you go, that should be good enough at least for tonight. You’re probably hungry, huh? Should I get you something to eat?” Atsumu laughed at the increased wagging at the mention of food. He ran to the store around the corner, coming back with a few cans of dog food.

“Hmm, come to think of it, doesn’t Hima usually feed you guys? I guess it makes sense that she didn’t come out in the rain.” He crouched down, watching the dogs dig in. “How crazy would that be, running into her here?” He laughed to himself.

One of the dogs suddenly ran out of the makeshift doghouse, darting down the alley.

“Hey, where’re you going? You’ll get wet!” He called out until he noticed the dog stop just shy of a pair of white sneakers. The same brand he saw Hima wearing earlier that week.

His eyes fluttered upwards to meet a round, brown pair. “Oh, shit.”

“It’s you.” She said.

“Sorry?” He asked, finding his way back to his feet.

How did Himari ever think it was anyone else? “‘The first time I ever noticed this person was in the middle of a match.’ The first time I ever went to a volleyball match, you saved me from a ball to the face. ‘ Professors announce the highest marks on recent tests and your name is called every time.’ You congratulated me last time that happened. You even mentioned me feeding the stray dogs, and here you are! Oh my gosh, it’s you.” She blurted out, taking a step closer.

Atsumu scratched the back of his neck. “Yeah, I heard you’ve been looking for me everywhere. I’m sorry.”

Himari furrowed her eyebrows. “Wait, why are you apologizing? Wait, wait, if you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you just say something? I ended up in the awkwardest conversations looking for you.” Himari’s face contorted into one of disbelief.

Atsumu laughed softly, finding her adorable in the moment. “I thought it was better this way. I knew you wouldn’t like me.”

“You said that in the call, too! Why wouldn’t I like you?”

It was Atsumu’s turn to look confused. “ …You said so. You said nobody wants to deal with guys that take volleyball seriously. That same day you were talking about.” He said, pointing at the much shorter girl.

Hima stared at him blankly before it clicked. She scoffed, looking off to the side. All this time, the guy she liked thought she didn’t like him for some off-topic comment she made to Satomi.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I just wanted Satomi to leave me alone. I had just developed my crush on you, and I knew if I had admitted it right then and there, I’d never hear the end of it. I never meant for you to hear that. It’s not true. I’m sorry.” She looked down, focusing on the gravel below.

Atsumu disregarded her apology completely, a dazed look on his face. “You…what?”

“Huh?”

“Say it again.”

“Say what?”

Atsumu groaned. Now was not the time for miscommunications. “What you just said. I need to hear it again.”

Oh. He meant that. “I…developed a crush on you that day. I’ve liked you ever since.” She felt heat rising across her cheeks as she spoke.

“Huh,” Atsumu said incredulously. “I can’t believe I owe that idiot an apology.” He mumbled.

“What idiot?” Hima asked.

“Can I walk you home?” Atsumu said abruptly. “Please?”

“Oh.” She said, surprised. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

They left the blanket for the dogs, deciding that Himari should take the rest of the food home to give to them another day. They made the short walk back to her building, squeezing themselves into the small hallway leading to the lobby.

“I can’t believe you liked me back this entire time. I should’ve just said something.” He shook his head.

Himari smiled. “That makes two of us. Well, this is me.” She motioned to the lobby.

“Right! Well, good night! I’ll see you tomorrow.” He smiled, turning to the door.

She giggled. “Really? You’re just going to leave?”

Atsumu turned back to face her.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She laughed harder when she saw the mental gymnastics visibly etched on his face. “Think about what day tomorrow is. There’s a very specific question to be asked.”

A lightbulb went on in Atsumu’s head. “Ah! Um…” He tugged at the sleeves of his coat. “Right, um..Hima?”

“Yes?” She asked, loving how her nickname rolled off his tongue.

“Can I be your Valentine?”

She smiled. “I’d love to.”

A rosy hue dusted Atsumu’s cheeks, reaching the back of his neck. “Wow. Okay. Well, as your Valentine, can I make a small request?”

“What’s that?”

“Maybe, tomorrow when we inevitably go on a date, you could probably wear that skirt you wear sometimes? The really flowy one with the slit?”

Himari quirked an eyebrow. She knew exactly what skirt he was talking about. “Hmmm, for you, I think that can be arranged.”

“Yeah?” He stepped closer.

“Yeah.” She closed the gap between them.

“I’m quite the lucky guy, then.” He whispered.

“You have no idea. Even though you had no hope of this working out, you still got your radio romance.” Her eyes fell to his lips.

Atsumu took this opportunity to press them against her own, sighing in relief like he’d been holding in the urge this entire time. Maybe he was. He gave her pout a few chaste pecks before resting his forehead against hers. They both let out a soft laugh before their lips found each other again.

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A Secret Born in the Ski Fields

Written for 12 Days of Yurimas

Dec 28th: Sledding or Skiing

Title: A Secret Born in the Ski Fields

Ship: Joikshipping | Olga/Yuzu

Fandom: Yu-Gi-Oh! Arc V

Rating: T

Word Count: 4,384

Warnings: None

Tags: Alternate Universe - Shugo Chara, Fluff, Meet-Cute, Keeping Secrets, Holding Hands, Developing Relationship, Crushes

The snow…! Skiing…! How exciting!

Yuzu’s eyes lit up as the teacher explained the premise of the weekend away that the students were allowed as a field trip quite soon. Being a beach city, and a daughter of a single parent household, Yuzu had never gone on too many holidays and let alone to somewhere it could snow. After all, the best vacation was in her own backyard on that kind of salary. So, she was looking forward to experiencing something completely different to what she was used to as a hit the beach for a weekend away kind of girl.

Especially because the teacher promised a surprise: an encounter with a skier who was going to be appearing at the next Winter Olympic Youth games. That sounded crazy, like meeting a celebrity. That was also something Yuzu had never done.

Even though it was kind of dorky to be so excited about a school trip at the ripe old age of fourteen as a middle schooler, Yuzu was unabashed in how much she was looking forward to it. Of course, being good friends, those nearest and dearest to her like Yuya and Gongenzaka would never make fun of her for being excited. They were also just as excited for it and the cheerful company did, indeed, shorten the miles.

Yuzu must have counted the calendar days and was ready the night before with a bag packed full of warm clothes due to her exuberance towards the field trip. Her Father was worried to see her go on an overnight trip but was happy for her - so long as she kept in touch with updates on how much fun she was having. Too easy.

Or at least it should have been.

Her life was never quiet with Rena, Ruru, and Riri around as her Guardian Charas.

See, despite being an ordinary girl on the surface, one who had never done ordinary things like seeing the snow and playing snow-based sports, Yuz was actually quite the heroine in secret. Entrusted with the lead role to purify the swayed and lost spirits of hopes and dreams. With Yuzu having not one, not two, but three Heart’s Eggs manifest and hatch on her, thrusting her into an topsy-turvy world of Character Changes and Character Transformations.

The trio of her Guardian Charas very happily jibbered and jabbered whilst Yuzu tried to look out the window of the bus or chat with her friends. Yuya and Gongenzaka were oblivious to the three, chatty and sometimes bratty or argumentative Guardian Charas on Yuzu’s shoulder. Their Heart’s Eggs were close to hatching but not yet so it was Yuzu’s little secret until then and for the time being, being so easily distracted by her Guardian Charas did make for some awkward incidents. It was hard paying attention to so many different voices when all she wanted was to watch the countryside roll by outside.

Seeing the beachy and salty city meld into the sprawling highways was quite the treat. It was beautiful, seeing the evergreen trees and the sparses one, too, go from bare bones to snow capped. Yuzu gasped in delight to see the winter wonderland they would be spending the weekend together on.

In a few short hours, the bus took them to the town and accommodation they were staying at for the trip. It was a quaint little town nestled in a small mountainside. The inn they were staying at was seemingly refurbished quite recently and had a warm, almost orange colour palette to the interior. It would no doubt be wonderful to rug up under the blankets later in bed to avoid the cold and then wake up to a big day of skiing, sledding, and snowboarding.

Yuzu could hardly sleep a wink in her room that night. Not with her own excitement, let alone the company of her Guardian Charas. All the students were paired up to share rooms with single beds. Yuzu tossed and turned all night with a smile on her face whereas her roommate slept like a log.

Breakfast the next day, she ate with her friends Yuya and Gongenzaka. They were in a similar kind of state, looking forward to the day ahead over a continental breakfast. They had been paired up as well but now in daylight, the trio was reunited and ready for the day.

At around nine sharp, their teacher took them outside to where the promised encounter on this excursion would take place: the ski slopes. Outside of the resort they were staying, that small mountainside looked its absolute best in the glory of the morning.

The size of the mountain was unimposing as a bunny hop for the newly minted skiers in the co-ed class. The trees glistened in the distance with the pristine snow and verdant fir leaves underneath. There was no breeze and the sun was shining, not a cloud in the sky and nor a teacher, either, for this skiing lesson which was peculiar.

“When’s it gonna start?” Yuzu whispered to her friends.

Her Guardian Charas clustered around her, chatting amongst themselves as they didn’t see the promised celebrity either.

“Yeah, weird.” Yuya commented with a shrug.

Gongenzaka scanned the distance and spotted their teacher checking his watch. It was the promised time so the youth Olympian should be here, that was apparent for him much the same as his students. The restlessness began to grow, a thrum and a murmur until… Yuzu spotted her first.

She had a captivating aura about her. That was what Yuzu noticed first, a self confidence that everyone else lacked and so, made her sparkle all the same as the snow around her. Her eyes were sharp, her stride was elegant as she appeared before them fashionably late and from over the bunny hop, lugging her gear as effortlessly as possible despite the awkward shape of the sports equipment.

She stood in front of the group of students and dropped her stuff. It clattered in the snow, muffling its fall and she flicked her hair over her shoulder. Her hair style was in plaits and bore an unusual mix of strawberry and platinum blonde. She didn’t smile, she smirked as she assessed all the students, left to right, with a calculating gaze.

She knew she was better than them all combined - and she relished it.

“I am Olga.” she announced. “Future championship medal winner. Already the best in my home country.” She bowed her head but her body language didn’t seem to imply that was a gesture she was overly accustomed to her.

The teacher quibbled and introduced Olga some more to the students. The students seemed split on if they liked or not initially. Yuzu found herself in the controversial camp of liking what she saw. It, too, so different to what she was used to from such humble origins as being a public school student from the beach.

An instinct that would prove fortuitous as Olga soon proved her chops and so earned the respect of anyone of mixed opinion on her. It was not arrogance when she really was that good.

Olga treated them to a training session. It was pitiful practice to her and yet, a marvel for everyone else. She hit the slopes like it was what she was born to do. She was graceful, a wonder amid the snow as her skis carved through it so softly and delicately. The streaks she left behind were defined and parallel, her movements were excellently rehearsed and nothing was done in either excess nor surprise. She finished up in top speed, too, without sacrificing poise.

Yuzu had her breath taken away by it. That was something she couldn’t do. Not to say she didn’t have her own talents, she took choir and could play a mean board game but skiing was so out of the realm of ordinary for her, Yuzu innately knew it would take her a million years to be even a sliver as good as Olga. A premonition proven true in due time.

Equipped with her own skis and the matching sports gear, the students were given the opportunity to learn from the best and Yuzu was not exactly taking to it quite elegantly. She was wobbly and uncertain, she was slow and gawky. Yuya was doing fine, he was all athletic and bendy bones in his body and Gongenzaka was taking the slow and steady approach but at least he could stay upright. The same could not be said for Yuzu.

She had taken face plant after face plant, wipeout after wipeout on her two skis. They felt weird strapped to her feet and out of balance with the heavy snow-resistant clothing that was keeping her warm despite how dusted she was in the fresh, cold powder.

Yuzu’s apparent lack of innate skill in the sport caught Olga’s eye. Of course, she was a professional surrounded by amateurs but Yuzu was doing the worst of anyone and so, Olga came closer. To Yuzu’s surprise.

She was on her knees, bent at the waist, pushing herself up after her latest wipeout when Olga skied in closer to her on the slope. Olga didn’t give her a hand but she did give her some encouragement. Amazingly. Despite her severe and even seemingly self-important demeanour, Olga had a thawed heart in her nonetheless.

“You wipe out the safely of anyone here.” Olga informed her. “We all make mistakes, we all have to start somewhere and so, that is why it is important to wipeout safely. So as to not break your bones or otherwise injure or strain yourself. Good work. Balance can come later.”

“Oh, okay… Thank you?” Yuzu didn’t really know how to react to that but Olga was right.

Despite all of the failures thus far, Yuzu didn’t even have so much as sprained ankle or wrist to show for it. Huh. Self-preservation really was a useful and underrated skill.

“I will give you some tips.” Olga said next now that Yuzu was on her own two feet, and skis, again.

Olga then demonstrated some better poses and footwork for Yuzu to imitate. She corrected as necessary, not afraid at all to touch and grab a stranger like Yuzu. Meanwhile, for Yuzu, it gave her a strange moment of pause as her heart skipped and then her Guardian Charas, of course, had to give their two cents.

“Do you two feel it, too?” Ruru asked, her voice a whisper.

Riri and Rena exchanged looks and eyed up Olga. The pristine and efficient professional.

“I think so.” Riri agreed.

“Yeah, a strong one, too.” Rena affirmed.

Yuzu blinked, “Really?”

“Yup, a Heart’s Egg.” Rena said.

“And soon, too.” Riri said and Ruru nodded vigorously as well.

“I see.” Yuzu murmured.

Olga stared. “You are a strange one. Girl whose name I did not catch. Talking to yourself like that.”

“Oops!” Yuzu squeaked. She laughed awkwardly and found an excuse quick enough, “Sorry, I was, um, thinking over what you said and how to ski better. Your a good teacher, Olga, and sorry for being so rude. That’s oopsie, too, my name’s Hiiragi Yuzu, it’s good to meet you.”

“My apologies, I misunderstood. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yuzu.” Olga replied. “It is my first time teaching others to ski and I am enjoying it. I appreciate hearing that I am good at it, that, too, is a first for me. Thank you.”

She offered her gloved hand to Yuzu and Yuzu smiled sweetly. She accepted the handshake and was happy to make the acquaintance. She just hoped Olga was, too, but it was hard to tell with her icy exterior.

“Your welcome, by the way, and good luck with the championships.” Yuzu added after the twice bounce of the firm handshake.

Afterwards, Olga moved on and micromanaged some of the other students who were struggling, although not as terribly as Yuzu, with the brand new experience of skiing. She also gave sparse praise here and there. Soon enough, most of the students had done a top to bottom of the mountain on their own and was confident enough to ski on their own and have some fun with it.

At the bottom, and ergo the end of the lesson, Olga was satisfied that she had managed to pass on some of her skill and experience in skiing. She stood next to the class’s teacher who smiled benevolently as he gathered up his students in front of him.

“Olga is going to participate in an exhibition match against some of the others who will be competing in the next Winter Olympic youth games. Let’s all cheer on her on this afternoon.” he said.

“Thank you.” Olga said, tight-lipped and yet, Yuzu caught something.

A flick, a small incongruence in her expression where her cold facade dropped. Was it possible? Was she nervous or somehow uncomfortable with the well-wishing? An observation that seemed to gain speed as Olga steeled against the cheers of Yuzu’s classmates as they wished her the best for after lunch.

Yuzu rejoined Yuya and Gongenzaka. The resort’s restaurant overlooked the snowfields from its front door and served a delicious meal of traditional, Japanese cooking. Yuya and Gongenzaka ploughed through their rice, tempura, and other goodies in the assorted, ceramic plating it had arrived in,

Yuzu was hungry but did not eat with their gusto. She was too busy, staring out the window, back into the wintry snowfields that her friends had their backs to due to the seating arrangements.

“You seem to really like skiing for someone bad at it.” Yuya laughed, with stray grains of rice on his face.

“Or maybe she likes the teacher.” Gongenzaka added, astute as ever.

“What?!” Yuzu gasped. “Olga’s… Olga’s barely nice.”

“Yeah, she is a little cold but you probably get like that when you're the best and stuff.” Yuya agreed.

“Yeah…” Yuzu hesitantly agreed.

She took a sip of her miso soup and dwelled on what Yuya said. It wasn’t like that. She didn’t know why, it was just a hunch. No one is that simple and uncomplicated, after all. Just look at her, she could be equally hot and cold subject to her Guardian Chara’s Character Changes - some, or more accurately most, of which were hardly consensual or otherwise well timed.

Still, she wanted to see more of Olga’s skiing and, perhaps, more of Olga herself. She was someone to keep an eye on, after all, if her Heart’s Egg was so close to hatching. She wanted to meet Olga’s Guardian Chara, someone born from such strong feelings of competition and professionalism was sure to be interesting if any of the other Guardian Charas outside of her own were anything to go by.

“Let us all wish the best for young Olga in this afternoon’s exhibition match then.” Gongenzaka said as he put his chopsticks down and his hands into a thankful position. “Thank you for this meal.” He was already finished.

“Yeah, I’m looking forward to it.” Yuzu chirped in agreement.

Yuya laughed, “You really do want to see more of Olga, huh?” He sounded teasing and Yuzu didn’t know why.

Nor did she know why her cheeks flushed red. Likely in irritation, surely, as Yuya could be such an annoying jokester from time to time.

They finished up lunch not too long after Gongenzaka who could really put it away. Then, with their stomachs settled, and not a moment too soon, the rest of the class was ready, too. Their teacher herded them up once more so they could all go and watch the exhibition match on the professional ski fields nearby. An idea which was quite popular as in the hour or so it took to have lunch, many others had now gathered to make up the crowd for such a well anticipated sporting event.

The buzz and energy in the air after lunch was immaculate. The weather remained good and steady. The teacher took them up to a nearby slope which was bigger and sleeker than the little bunny hop they had been fooling around on. The crowd here was larger, too, and filled with sports fans and the competitor’s loved ones.

Voices rang out over the speakers, telling the participants to get organised. T-minus twenty minutes and that caused anticipation to skyrocket. Whispers erupted out of good will towards Olga and her rivals. It had all the excitement of a real game, or at least that’s how Yuzu felt as she was sequestered to the middle of the group and straining her head to see the ski course. The class managed to get some good views from the middle of the slope. It was cordoned off with triangular flags dyed in the primary colours.

Luckily to the far side of the slope, there was an encampment for the judges, adjudicators, coaches and press which was adorned with a massive flat-screen television. It broadcast the commentators in the booth and intercut their speeches with vision of the competitors.

All of the skiers were dressed to the nines in their big, bulky gear and flashy colours. They wore goggles and gloves, their gear matched their jackets in colour. It was quite the scene to behold, especially with so many smiles and cocky attitudes to match.

Which made it all the more peculiar when there was a switch to Olga and she was the odd one out amongst such expressions. She seemed oblivious to the fact that she was on the big screen. Her face was pensive, her eyebrows quirking and her lips quivering until she hit a sudden breaking point whilst the commentary played.

“That’s Olga Lindström, our youngest competitor here today and most travelled competitor from the far flung regions of Scandinavia. We are sure to see big things from her as she is the favourite far and wide.”

The commentary was benevolent, even exquisite praise for the young skier and yet, she couldn’t take it. She bolted. She disappeared from the television screen, not even to anyone’s bafflement sans Yuzu’s. The footage changed to someone else and the commentary moved along with it.

Yet Olga was gone with the wind.

She excused herself out the rear of the competitor’s loading zone and dashed away. She left her gear behind and Yuzu caught her out of the corner of her eye. Where she was running, who knows but Yuzu had to follow.

“That’s Olga, I'm gonna go check on her.” Yuzu hastily mentioned to Yuya and Gongenzaka but she was gone before either could protest.

She manoeuvred through the crowd and gave chase to Olga whose footprints in the snow were obvious. They were going in a different direction to everyone else, after all and Yuzu was speedy enough, even in her warm winter clothes. She followed Olga around the bend of a building some feet away from the main action of the games this afternoon.

Olga buckled in anxiety, curling up like an egg in the vast, dark shadow of the building. She held onto her fluffy hat and panicked.

Yuzu felt intrusive stepping onto such a scene and yet, “Are you okay?” Her voice was quiet to match the dim of the secluded location.

Olga worried. Frantic. She squeezed her eyes shut and ignored Yuzu. She chewed her lip and Yuzu came closer but not too close. Olga reminded her of a wounded animal and didn’t want to impede if all Olga needed was a breath of fresh air then some alone time.

“Expectations this, expectations that, we expect great things of you.” Olga repeated the commentary’s highlights but her tone of voice was twisted. Full of resentment. “Big things, far and wide, I’m only fourteen. I love skiing and I love competing but I can’t deal with the expectations that come with it. I just want to have fun.”

“Oh.” Yuzu mumbled.

“Enough!” Olga shouted.

The volume of her voice spiked and made the snow on nearby tree branches fall off. Then, there was a light. Bluish-white and blinding. It came from within Olga, from her heart.

Olga reeled back, surprised by what was happening to her.

She fumbled in the snow, Yuzu crouched down next to her and they both watched as the light transformed and concentrated into the shape of an egg. It floated in the air, bobbing like snow drift on a breeze. It was pale blue in colour and emblazoned with the insignia of an ornate snowflake in the middle, it was a darker blue to the rest of the shell.

Then. It cracked.

Just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared all the same. A crack through the middle and then a tiny fairy-like creature emerged from the two halves of the egg.

“Hello.”

“Hello.” Olga replied.

“You may call me Lumi, I am your Guardian Chara.”

The Guardian Chara, now identified as Lumi, bowed her head in introduction. She had dark, navy coloured hair and wore traditional yet festive garb from Olga’s home country. Her dress had intricate embroidery at the bottom and was adorned with thick, fluffy-looking fur.

“It is good to meet you.” Lumi continued. “Now, allow me to help you free yourself from expectation. You are already good enough, you do not need to worry about anything else. You know you have practiced and practiced, the opinions of others need not worry you. Therefore, Character… Change!”

Lumi struck a pose, her stubby, little arm surged upwards and Olga was hit by the magic. A snowflake clip now appeared in her hair, tucked under her hat and Olga was surprisingly okay with it.

She stood there, shoulders back and looked forward. She took a moment to breathe and nodded decisively.

“I… feel better.” Olga replied. “Calm.”

“Good, that means it's working.” Lumi smiled.

Olga turned around and was spooked to see Yuzu. She clutched her heart and made a frightful expression, to Lumi and the other Guardian Chara’s amusement. They snickered and laughed together.

“More of them?” Olga exclaimed. “Just what are these little creatures?”

“The Guardian Charas?” Yuzu did her best not to laugh. “They’re born from our heart’s desires and our wishes for our future selves. Not to brag but I’m kind of an expert when it comes to them.”

“Oh really?” Rena teased as Riri poked and prodded Yuzu’s face, to Olga’s amazement.

“You could have fooled me.” Ruru laughed.

“Okay, I’m still learning.” Yuzu fessed up. “But I can totally help you out with the basics.”

“I see. I am in your care then.” Olga replied.

She came closer and took Yuzu’s hand again. She gave it another, trademark Olga handshake with enough firmness to almost break Yuzu’s fingers. Yuzu laughed awkwardly and Olga let go.

“Now, I must be going. Lumi and I have an exhibition match to appear in.” Olga announced, refreshed by Lumi’s magic and her own self-confidence restored.

It made Yuzu happy to see.

Olga strode off and Yuzu trailed along behind her. She returned to her own spot amongst the crowd just like Olga returned to her spot on the starting line. With not a minute to spare, Olga reappeared and the crowd was raucous for it. She was the clear favourite by a mile and for good reason.

Even though she was stacked against adults with years more experience than her, Olga left them all behind her in the ploughed snow.

Olga careened through the course at top speed. A smile plastered on her face as she did so, underneath the glint of her goggles. Her movements were precise and beautiful. Her elegance on the snowfield could not be understated, her skis and her poles were extensions of herself. She had full control over them as she all but flew through the snow, carving it up and leaving a magnificent, glittering trail behind her.

She finished first and with quite the league between her. The crowd was boisterous, none could be prouder for her - except, perhaps, Lumi. Her Guardian Chara, invisible to the eye of most and a shame.

Olga and Lumi had been the dream team together. Laughing, smiling, skiing. They were the queens of the snowfield. Olga couldn’t have been more overjoyed to share her skiing with her Guardian Chara - let alone the fact she “won”. It didn’t count towards anything by virtue of being an exhibition match but it was more than enough to sate the victory both she and Lumi desired as professional skiers.

The adrenaline didn’t wear off and Yuzu could tell. As soon as the formalities were over, Olga made a beeline to go and see her new friend.

“That was amazing!” Olga gushed to Yuzu.

They were kind of on their lonesome. As lonesome as a pair could be flanked by Guardian Charas, as well as the lingering dregs of the crowd as it dispersed to return to the resort or to otherwise leave.

“I can tell, you were having so much fun!” Yuzu replied, matching Olga’s glee.

“Normally when I ski, I am unable to enjoy myself so much. I blink and its over, my nervousness leaving me a wreck but I was fully awake during that. Thank you, Yuzu, Lumi.” Olga replied.

Now, for a third time, Olga grabbed Yuzu’s hands but this time, rather than shake them, she held them. Yuzu’s heart throbbed as she met Olga’s excited gaze. The grey of her irises lit up to the most joyous blue, absorbing the sky and snow around them, to say nothing of the magic of her own happiness.

It was a strange yet bubbly feeling. It started in her fingertips, making her heart skip a beat, and put butterflies in her stomach as she smiled. Their fingers interlocked through their gloves and they held onto each other as tight as tight could be.

A secret. Their secret. Even if it was shared amongst four Guardian Charas. Yuzu was more than happy to partake in it with her new friend. Even if said friend elicited such peculiar feelings amid the snowfield.

“I want to learn more about the Guardian Charas, will you have me?” Olga asked. “It will be our little secret, yes?”

“Y-Yes.” Yuzu laughed as she basked in the radiance that Olga emanated.

#femslash #12 days of yurimas #joikshipping #arc v fanfic #yugioh arc v #arc v #yugioh #hiiragi yuzu #yuzu hiiragi #olga (arc v)#writing tag #yeah that uh goal of keeping this fics smol is not going well but you know what they deserve it

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