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dira333 · 1 year ago

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Senpai - Komori x reader

for the Haikyuu Request Game - requested by @alienaiver

He heard the story, like everyone else.

That hotshot from Karasuno with the buzz head had managed to score the legendary beauty that was Karasuno’s third-year manager.

Relationships between players and managers weren’t uncommon but as far as Komori knew, the girls were usually the ones that were younger.

But there he was, Tanaka Ryunosuke, the proof that exceptions confirm the rule.

If only Komori could have been as lucky, he thought, as you graduated and left the school.

He’s a first year and training camp is a terrible mix of consoling his cousin and trying not to fall behind.

He needs to prove his place on the court just as much as Kiyoomi but he needs to prove his place on the team a little bit more.

“Here, your water.” You smile as you hand out the bottles, golden sunlight casting a halo around you as you walk through the throng of people catching their breath.

He’s not been in love before, has merely fancied one girl over the other in Junior High.

But this, the rapid beating of his heart, the longing pull that starts behind his navel and steers him towards you, always towards you, this must be love.

“My girlfriend-” It’s not polite but Komori has learned to tone out Washio every time he starts a sentence like that.

“So, what do you think?” Washio’s grinning at him and Suna‘s smirking next to him like he knows exactly what’s going on but choosing to enjoy the show instead of helping.

“About what?”

“What I just said.”

“I wasn’t li-” Komori interrupts himself by turning his head, still way too attuned to your sight. But could it really be?”

“Earth to Komori, are you listening?”

“You guys go ahead.” He grins and fears that it must look a little bit hysterical, “I just realized I urgently need a coffee before we watch that movie.”

“You’re right.” Suna’s voice drawls lazily as he eyes Komori, ever the instigator, “I’ll come with you.”

“No, no. I’ll get you one. I know what you drink anyway. Go on, go ahead.”

“Is he okay?” You ask when Sakusa hides in the corner yet again.

The worry is visible on your face, painting shadows where none have been before.

He’s seen you cheerful, has seen you determined, but never worried like this. It creates a strange feeling in his chest, pulling him apart in two very distinct directions.

He wants to see more of this, wants to explore all there is to explore, see all the colors of emotion you can be painted in.

And he wants you to be never worried at all. Wants the shadows to disappear until you’re bathed in nothing but light.

Your hand is warm on his elbow as the two of you look over at Kiyoomi.

His voice is thick as he speaks but for a different reason than you must assume.

“He’s not good with crowds.”

“What can we do to help?”

That’s how he knows that he’s lost to this feeling.

Because in all your struggles, helping others has always come first.

By the time he makes it into the coffee shop he’d seen you walk in, he fears you might have already left again.

But there you are, waiting for your drink, still as beautiful as you’d been years ago.

“Senpai?”

Oh god, he shouldn’t have called out to you like this, your name would have been way better, right?

But you look up and he cantell you recogniz him, pleasant surprise washing over your face.

“Komori-kun!” You smile. “What a surprise!”

“I just saw you walk past and had to say hi.” He tells you, feeling surprisingly shy all over again. You’ve always had that effect on him.

“What are you doing? Can I buy you a coffee?”

You laugh, taking your cup from the barista just as he utters the words.

“That’s very sweet of you. I was just out shopping but I have some time, we could sit down and chat a bit if you want?”

He nods eagerly, following you to a table.

“What have you been up to, Senpai?” He asks, too happy about the fact you’re willing to spend your free time with him to care about anything at all.

You’re giggling at the back of the bus, heads stuck together over a movie playing on his phone. Kiyoomi is sleeping next to them, his curled-up body the reason you’d come back in the first place.

Talking to you has always been easy, the only Senpai he’s allowed to call by first name.

He wonders if you know how he feels about you. If it’s as visible on his face as it is on the inside.

Second-year just started and he’s already dreading the end of it, having to go through another year without you by their side. By his side.

He knows so much about you now, has learned so much in one year of knowing you yet feels like he doesn’t know enough.

He knows why you decided to become a manager instead of a member of the Girls Volleyball Club but he doesn’t know how you feel when you watch them instead of playing yourself.

He knows you’re struggling with a chronic illness you’re still not fully grasping the extent of but he doesn’t know how you feel about it on your good days, on your bad days, on the days that fall in the middle of it all.

He knows that you love their team but he doesn’t know how you feel about him, just that he’s younger than you, will always be younger than you and all girls in his class are looking at the older guys instead, never the other way around.

“Oh no, I should get going.” You look at your watch with a frown on your face. “I totally lost track of the time.”

“Oh, we should, I mean, we could…” Komori’s stumbling over his words now, “I’d like to do that again. If you want, I mean.”

You smile politely. “It was very nice, but I don’t go out for coffee often.”

Komori’s thinking of Tanaka, of the rare exceptions proving the rule, and he takes his heart into his mouth.

“What about a date?”

“Huh?” You look surprised, but not in a negative way, and he soldiers on.

“I’ve been interested in you ever since you were a manager for us but I was too shy to confess to you back then. But we’re older now and we’re both single and I’d like to take you out on a date. Only if you’re comfortable with it, though. I don’t want to pressure you, Senpai.”

Your face had been open and curious up until his last word, your brows furrowing at the formal term. Komori knows when he’s fucking up and this seems to be the moment for him.

“Or you can take your time and think about it first,” he tries to save what he can. “I can give you my number.”

There’s a moment of stillness between the two of you, as if even the world is holding its breath to wait for your answer.

“Yes, that would be okay.”

His hand’s shaking as he scribbles down his number, his heart in his throat.

He’d never thought he’d get the chance to confess to you, not after you graduated.

But as you leave he can’t help the thought that this isn’t going to work out.

He’s just not Tanaka.

He’s not the exception.

It’s custom to hand your second button to the person you like the most on the day of your graduation.

But by the time he graduates you’re no longer a student at their school.

He plucks the button from his jacket the minute he steps out of the house, pushing it into his bag until it’s somewhere hidden between his books. He hopes that it will be out of sight and out of mind but he cannot stop thinking about it.

Not when Kiyoomi throws him a knowing look.

Not when seemingly everyone passing them wonders aloud who had gotten his second button first.

And it’s not that no one asks for the button.

It’s the fact that he’s learned what he wants and even if there might be another person out there for him, someone like you but not like you, they’re not at school with him today.

One day, two days, three days pass without a word from you.

Komori should have known.

“You seem down, man.” Washio blocks the door of the changing room, worry in his eyes.

“Yeah, you were so happy after you ditched us at the movies, what happened?” Suna’s trying to act as cool as ever but the fact that he’s staying behind with Washio tells Komori that his teammate is worried.

“‘s nothing guys.” He tries to deflect but Washio’s not stepping aside.

“Spill.”

And maybe it’s the fact that these boys have not been on a team with him in High school, have never met you before or known his awkward self trying to hide his crush, but as soon as the first words fall from his lips he can’t stop talking, pouring it all out.

“Damn.” Washio huffs out when he ends while Suna’s on his phone again, chewing on his lip as he types.

“That’s her?” He turns his phone to your instagram profile. It’s a picture of you smiling at the beach, volleyball tucked under your arm.

“Yeah.” Komori mumbles, worried for whatever Suna might say next. But he just pockets his phone and claps one hand on his shoulder, pressing the firm muscle as if to tell him, without words, that he knows exactly what he’s feeling right now.

At least he’s not going through this alone.

-.-.-.-

“My name is Komori Motoya. I played Libero at the Dōshō Junior High. I look forward to playing with you. Please take care of me.” He bows with the other boys but none of them stick out to you like he does.

It’s not that he’s got talent. Because Sakusa does too.

It’s not that he’s tall. Because Sakusa is taller.

It’s not even the fact that he’s cute. Because Tsukasa might be cuter.

You can’t tell what it is, but you can point out when it shows.

In the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles or his mouth curls when he thinks.

In the way he manages to make everyone open up - even you - and never seems to get tired of listening to his cousin's rants.

You know he has a great future ahead and you wish him the best of luck, hoping against all common sense that your future might intertwine.

Sufferers of chronic illnesses and future sports stars rarely have many things in common.

At least you’ve had High School.

One hour. Two hours. Three hours.

You can’t take it anymore, phone pressed against your ear as you wait for the call to be picked up.

You don’t wait for your best friend to properly greet you before the words spill from your lips like the surge of waves.

“Do you remember Komori?”

“Komori?”

“Komori Motoya? Libero? Second Year? Do you remember him?”

“Please, I’d never forget that tall bean pole of sweetness. You had such a crush on him, it was insane. What made you think of him?”

Your chewing on your nails now, a trait you thought you’d gotten over.

“I met him today. We-we had a coffee together.”

“Oh, that’s cute.”

“CUTE?” You huff and apologize for your outbreak instantly, pacing your room now in another futile attempt to calm yourself down.

“He confessed to me. I don’t know what to do!”

“What do you mean? You say yes, of course.”

“But- What about never dating younger guys?”

“Please. you’re both grown ups now, that’s different. But tell me all the details first, I have to live through you, remember?”

“Here, take my jacket.” Komori’s jersey jacket envelopes you like a blanket, still warm from his own body heat. It smells like him too, a little bit sweet and a little bit citrusy.

You try not to dip your nose into it and fail but he’s not noticing it, eyes ahead as you walk, his hand a steadying presence on your back.

“I can gather the things myself.” You remind him. “Surely you need the rest after training.”

“It’s okay.” He smiles down at you and your steps falter the slightest bit, your heart betraying you by jumping at the familiar sight. “You would have to walk multiple times and with me we can get this done in one.”

And you think that’s it. That he’s just helpful like he always is. But he always, always cuts into your resolve with his words and his smile. Always, always makes you think that maybe, just maybe, you should give in.

“Besides. I like spending time with you.”

His hand brushes yours as you walk and you wonder what would happen if you just took it, felt the warmth of his pulse under your fingers, allowed yourself to be loved by him.

But your future is still dangling in front of you with its fangs revealed. The future is scary and unsure of many things but tests and doctors telling you all the things you won’t be able to do.

Love is often a fickle thing.

You’d rather look back knowing you could have had him than look back and know that you lost him.

You give yourself 24 hours to think this over before you text him.

At 23 hours and thirty minutes you decide that enough is enough and send him the text you’d spent thirty minutes revising with your friend yesterday.

There’s no answer.

No read sign, no dancing dots.

You tell yourself that he’s probably still training and force yourself to put your phone away.

Two days pass until your phone vibrates with a message you’d almost given up on.

But as you open the text, you freeze in your spot.

“I’m sorry, you must have the wrong number. My name’s not Komori.”

He’d given you a wrong number.

But he’d sounded so certain, so honest…

“Never have I ever broken a bone.” He teases, eyes sparkling as he watches you take a sip of your soda.

The rest of the team is sprinkled across the restaurant, Sakusa just a few seats over talking with your first-year manager about the importance of sanitizing the volleyballs properly.

She’s clearly infatuated with him and he’s clearly oblivious to it.

“Never have I ever broken my word.” You test him and his mouth curls as he thinks before shaking his head.

You shouldn’t look too closely at his lips, shouldn’t think too much about his eyes, but the end of the school year is nearing, graduation looming over you and the sight of his face is the only thing keeping you sane some days.

Two days.

Two days you spend doubting yourself, your perception of him.

On Monday you give in to the quiet voice mumbling in the back of your brain, reminding you of hours spent in the gym with him, laughing at his jokes, marveling at how easy comforting others comes to him.

He’s a good guy, always has been.

You think of his shy smile as you type the numbers you’d googled earlier, think of him blushing as you listen to the ringing on the other side.

“EJP Raijin management, Nishida Sadao speaking, how can I help you?”

“Hello Nishida-san, I am calling today with an unusual request but I hope you can help me…”

You cry on your graduation day.

Most people cry on their graduation day.

Some of them shed happy tears, and some of them get their heart broken.

You wonder if you’re the first to break your own heart.

When will the time come when you can trust your decisions?

When will the time come when you can allow yourself to live?

You tell yourself that you will find someone else. Someone like him but not like him.

You’re still wearing your office attire, well aware of how out of place you’re looking as the doors open and one athlete after the other leaves the gym, throwing you curious glances.

Every time you hear the creaking sound of the door opening, you stand up a little straighter, fight the nervous fidgeting of your hands and the urge to chew on your nails again.

This time, a dark-haired man steps out, golden eyes landing on you just like with everyone else before. But while everyone else had looked away again, trying to seem polite, his eyes widened in surprise and he let out something that sounded like a string of curse words before he slipped back inside.

A second later, the door opens again, this time to Komori who’s looking at someone behind him.

“Suna, what are you doing? What do you me-” He stops when he sees you, blood rushing to his face in a blush so vivid you’ve never seen before.

“Hi.” You speak first when he seems unable to open his mouth.

“I tried texting you.” You soldier on this time, tongue dry in your mouth, heart hammering in your chest. “But I got the wrong number. At first, I thought it might have been on purpose…”

“It wasn’t.” He bursts out, blushing even more as he stammers. “I must have… I didn’t… I meant.”

You lift the bag in your arms, a thermos peaking out of the top. “Do you want to go for coffee?” You ask, well aware that it’s well past 6 p.m.

But his eyes glitter as he steps closer, just like they did in High School when you handed him his water bottle.

“Are you sure?” He asks and you know exactly how he feels.

You nod, a smile pulling at your lips.

“After all, you still owe me your second button.”

Love comes to those who grasp it.

Love comes to those who are patient, trusting that when it appears once it will appear twice.

Love comes to those who know that right person wrong time is not the end of it all.

After all, time isn’t linear.

It overlaps like the petals of a rose.

Liberos are usually the shortest player on the team. Komori isn’t.

Managers usually fall in love with the older players. You didn’t.

How lucky to be the exception to confirm the rule.

But, as Suna thinks to himself, watching the two of you leave that night, there might not be a rule to this at all.

And if there is no rhyme and rule to this game, he might still have a chance.

My Kofi if you want to tip me

#my writing #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!!#haikyuu drabbles #komori Motoya #Komori x reader #washio tatsuki #suna rintarou #ejp raijin #this prompt originated from a idea I had for Tsuki #Happy to finally write it for someone #had to drizzle in some suna suspense at the end

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blucassiopeia · 1 year ago

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Falling Stars

the universe grants wishes to selfless hopefuls.

contents of this chap : fluff but not the fluff you expect, bit of angst inc swearing, fem!reader, reader!twin of tsukishima kei, reader has to-be-revealed illness, mentions of shattered dreams, anxious!reader, usage of first names, full names on mention are in lastname-firstname (japanese custom), japanese honorifics and vocabs present, HAIKYUU setting and vball jargons, pre-timeskip [s2 timeline], character build-up

warnings ⚠️ : English is not the author's first language. This fic has a draft Wattpad version. I do not own Haikyuu, its characters, plots and settings. Everything you see different here from the anime-manga is a becoming of my fictional world.

"Blue" for texts and chats. "Green" for calls. "Orange" for memory prompts. "White" for background convos that reader can hear.

wc : 7,003 words

Cassie : sorry for the long-ass first chap of the fic. i was conflicted on where would I cut.. anyways, enjoy! And oh! Theories will be entertained. I love them. ♥︎

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The ball richocheted back to Karasuno's side of the court as you stared at it. The horror in the eyes of the orange-haired boy is too obvious to not notice as his feet fell back to the hardwood floor. Your eyes drifted to your twin as he stared at the same ball too, catching a tinge of shock and sadness and defeat mixing all over his face. But he hides it very well. He's good at it.

"They should have followed it up, don't you think?"

The thick browed stranger seated at the other end of the row commented thick, leaning forward, elbows on his knees and eyes glued on the court. His curly-black-haired-masked-guy company bored his eyes on you, arms crossed on his chest as the former spoke.

"It's a waste." You heaved yourself up, avoiding the eye contact and tugged the strap of your bag. "But a match is not a good match without a loser to learn from the other's win." You bowed at them and quickly left Sendai Gym before Kei catches a glimpse of your shadow. You have to reach home before he can. That would be a disaster for your future schemes if he does.

Dad, can I have my subscription back for Monthly Volleyball?

Sure, honey.

You fiddled on your phone as you watch the nearly empty bus make its way back to those familiar roads home, the summer winds hinting their arrival in an early June afternoon. You gotta try asking to let them know what you want to do, right? There's no harm in asking. But if they decline.. what's gonna happen to you 'til then? Are you gonna be cooped up on those four walls with the other students and walk home afterwards like a good child and student? Can you really..

Dad, I wanna try managing Kei's team?

There was radio silence for the next minutes that made you sick, you wanna barf so bad. Oh.. the nervousness. The heel of your palm made its way to your sternum as you kept waiting, not a sightful mannerism. Is he busy? Maybe he is. The team he's coaching might be practicing right about at this hour. Yeah, that maybe it.

Inform Akiteru that I will be home for dinner.

You bit your lip as you read your Dad's reply. He's gonna personally talk to you about your request, with your brothers. Oh please.. no. The bus was suddenly achingly slow to reach the stop as your tears welled up and a lump of something is in your throat. You forced it in and exhaled sharply as you moved down the bus. People by the bus station stopped and stared at you as you were lost on your horrifying thoughts.

Fix yourself.

Shit, fix yourself already.

Taking steady breaths as you walk your way home, your hands drying your face desperately. Akiteru should not see you like this. He'll freak out, added that you forgot to ask his permission that you'll be watching Kei's game today. One that he didn't expect you doing, but did anyway.

"Tadaima..." You called out to him as you removed your shoes in your genkan. Hurried shuffles were heard and the door to your front flew open revealing your worried older brother. "Dad's gonna have dinner here tonight." You blurted out first before he can blabber his worries endless.

"You should've texted me you'll be going out. And to Kei's match, really now?" He huffed, clearly irritated. This is not new, him being irritated, but this is the first sinceー no, no. Don't go there. "I would've come and watched with you. And what if you hーwere you crying?" Fuck, he noticed that? You hurried to the stairs passing him but he grabbed you back by your arm to where he stood. His fingers tilted your chin for you to meet his eyes, scrutinizing at first but turned soft just as quickly. "You were crying. Why?" There's something in his change of tone that you hated. You avoided his gaze.

"It's nothing, Aki-nii." You dodged his fingers that held your chin. Before you took another step away from him, he hugged you oh so tightly.

"I'm sorry. I was just worried, sweetheart."

Worried. Worries.

Visions of that game came flooding to you again, a game that flipped your life 180°, a game that robbed you of everything you worked hard for, and your dreams.. your precious dream. You squeezed your eyes shut, desperately stopping the memories that were reeling on your mind. Aerosol scent. Net. Cheers. Breathless feeling. Yoyogi Gym. Painedー

"Akiteru nii-chan. You hug too tight." But instead, he hugged you tighter and planted kisses on your disheveled hair. You squirmed and broke off, giving him a glare as he chuckled.

"You might hate me but it eases me to know that you know why I'mー." You rolled your eyes.

"Yea, yea." You shrugged him off and went for your room. He sighed and yelled for you to go down when dinner is ready.

Your room was how it was before you left that morning. Gray hues are all over as the bright afternoon seeps in through the blinds, your speckles of stars illuminating the room in an hour or two. Plushies of different sizes but of the same kind nicely tucked against your headboard and on your organized desk. Your haven. You plunged to your bed, dirty clothes and all, and whined for all the stress this day had given you. Lifting your head up, you stared at the very first plushie you bought about three years ago. You crawled to it and held it in your arms, cooing and eventually continued your halted burst before you stepped home.

Dinner was unnerving. Much worse to your annoyance, Kei eyed daggers on you throughout the meal.

But you held out with, "What?"

"You think I didn't notice you there earlier? I have these glasses for a reason or two."

You expected it coming, but not him seeing you at Sendai Gym. Akiteru would've told him, or your Dad. You bit your cheek at the thought and continued on eating after avoiding his piercing gaze. Both your brothers synced on clicking their tongues at you. You rolled your eyes without looking up at them, making your Dad on your left chuckle at his kids' scene.

"What's so funny, dad? That young lady over there often forgets she's important to us, it's so damn frustrating." You cringed at Akiteru who immediately glared at your reaction.

"She's just doing the things that makes her happy, Akiteru."

With that line, you felt butterflies in your stomach, full of hope with the request you made earlier that day. Tsukishima Daiki glanced at you with an ever-so-loving smile, it teared you up without saying anything else.

You composed yourself and let the happy feeling wash over as you finish your dinner, althroughout the excessive whines and arguments of the over reacting seals. You can't help but to sway your hips comically to the happy rhythm on your head, teasing your brothers, as you put your dishes on the sink. You glided over your dad in the midst of their argument, to which you didn't care for all the bliss you're feeling, and kissed his cheek. "I love you the most, Dad. Take care on your way back."

Kei didn't miss the teasing wink you shot at him as you bounded out of their sight.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"Curiosity will kill me. You, why don't you have a club 'til now?" You perked up at your friend that's seated beside you and shrugged, smiling. "Don't you want to join any?"

"Nope", popping the "p" while skimming through the new entry of your Math notebook. You heard Kei snorted, and Tadashi groaned plopping something in his desk at your back.

It's been a week since your Dad had given you permission to do what you want to do, to be happy. You were finding a right moment to do that, but Kei's been on your heels these days if ever you're in the campus and when they aren't in practices. Pretty cautious.

"You're built athletic. It's a waste. Why don't you try our tennis club? Oujiyama Hideo is really eyeing for you these days."

"No." It came out rigid and unapologetic. You both turned to Kei who raised an eyebrow, looking up from his Math textbook. "No."

Your friend scrunched up her nose at Kei. "I really don't see why, Mister."

"Don't push it~"

"And I really don't see why you're asking. Instead of talking, both of you should study. Exams are coming." Kei eyed you a drop the topic yourself or else- look while he's putting his headphones on.

Your friend groaned and turned to you. "I really don't see why your brother's a heartthrob to the other classes." She whispered that gave you a giggle, Tadashi also snorted stiffling a laugh when he heard it.

"Take care on your walk home." Kei and Tadashi gave you head kisses as they were heading out to their club. Homeroom just finished and it's the daily routine now since coming to Karasuno High. You walk home alone when you have nothing else to do. Pretty boring, plain highschool life this is. You badly want a change.

You nodded as they prodded through the hallway, reeling some couple of eyes as they pass. Tadashi gave you one last look before they disappeared to the stairs.

You were about to walk back inside the room when a yell or was it a whisper? echoed through the hallway. You turned to that someone who called for you and you froze upon recognition, feet wobbly on the ground you had to put a hand on the jamb for support.

She had reached your proximity, breathing heavy and ragged, papers in her fingers are scrunched up. Club application forms. "Glad I caught up to you without them seeing." She was beaming. You're not blind enough to not see the heads poking everywhere to just watch the two of you interact. "Please, I really need you, Tsukishimaー"

"Yes." She paused, dumbstruck at you, lips slightly gaped at you. "Yes, Shimizu-senpai. I'm gonna apply as a new manager for the team."

"Hey! You and Kei-kun just said No to me!"

She's still wide-eyed, so you continued. "I know you. You're the manager of Kei's team, right? Glad you made it to me, the knights are really on patrol these days. I really wanted to join too." Her eyes were literally sparkling and she took both your hands excitedly. And you silently admitted that if ever this hadn't happened sooner, you had to barge in and head on just to apply.

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

But you didn't got yourself ready enough for this. You were already walking to the very gym you ever wanted to be in ever since Kei and Tadashi joined. The gym you peeked on everytime you pass by the corridor. The gym where you'll hear the nostalgia of the bouncing balls and squeaking shoes. You took a deep breath and held your bag strap tightly. They won't like this, but to hell with it.

You groaned as you heard an "Ah! Kiyoko-san! You found a new manager?". Kiyoko urged you to join her face the team and you stepped up beside her just barely through the doors.

Tadashi gasped your name through the crowd the team was forming infront of you. Your eyes swept to the sound of his voice but found Kei's angry features. A second later, he materialized to you and grabbed your elbow out of the gym. Collective gasps and 'Tsukishima' were heard before you decided to focus on the issue at hand: an angry Kei.

You winced at his grip, you're sure it'll leave a bruise and Akiteru will be flooding you questions again. He's seething through his breaths, big paces out to the side of the gym where the vending machines are situated. You caught your breath when he stopped dragging you.

"What were you thinking?" His voice is dangerously low, impending, and you knew better not to answer. It'll just get worse when you ride his temper. "WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!?" That was loud enough that you can picture poking heads from the windows and from the door of the gym, murmurs evident and Tadashi shushing and ushering them away. You bit your lip in embarassment and fading remorse.

"You knew you can't play anymore, interact with sportsーEVEN WATCH!!" You furrowed your brows as you stared at the lump in Kei's throat when he sinked your 5'9 with his 6'2.

"Is this why Dad told us what he told us that night? Huh?" You can feel his rage coming out, you're about to cry. But no. Stand firm for once. "Is this why?! ANSWER ME!" You jumped at his booming voice and closed your eyes momentarily at the shock it gave you, a sharp pain shot through your torso. But don't mind that now. Hide that for now. Hide it.

"Youー" He raised a finger, closing his eyes in attempt to contain the latter of his rage, harsh bobbing in his throat. "You know he can't say no to you!! You know we can't say no to you!! How can you do this to us?! Why are you doing this to us!? PleaseーJUST PLEASEーgo home, Y/n." His breath hitched and you shot your eyes on Kei's only to find tears streaming down his face.

"Kei." He harshly pinched the root of his nose, getting rid of the coming tears, glasses pushing up as he did and brows too furrowed. You fought your own, too, because you know he don't need that right now.

"You don't know how much we want you protect you. To just stay long LONG as much as you can. You don't know how much we want to spend our lives thinking you'll be fine and nothing's to be worried about. You don't know how much it scares us. You don't know that, Y/n. You don't know that." He whispered it under his shaky and raspy breaths but it thundered through your whole being. The tears you're desperately trying to hold from the moment you saw your twin's tears are betraying you. To hide it, you hugged him tight, nuzzling your head to his shoulder.

"You won't lose me. I promise."

You watched his side-profile as his eyes fluttered shut at your voice followed by a shaky breath. You hugged him tighter and stayed like that for a few minutes. You knew it's hard for them for you to be like this. You knew your limits better than them. You're anxious that they won't understand what's lingering in your thoughts. And you're not ready to share any of it soon.

Kei took one last shaky breath and hugged you back, kissing your head for as long as he wanted. "Okay. Fuck. OKAY. You're not going to do anything without my permission. MY. PERMISSION. Got it?" Your eyes were wide in excitement at Kei's words. He rolled his eyes as he swiped your bag out of your shoulder and into his.

You followed his strides back to the gym excitedly. "Hai Onii-chan~"

"Sorry for being rude, Shimizu-san."

"I'm sorry too, Tsukishima. I didn't expect it to be that complicated and serious."

You saw Kei shook his head timidly as you ghosted at his back. Your eyes wandered through the wary crowd and found Tadashi, finally, who was wearing a concerned smile. But before you can even return his smile, someone from your side exclaimed your name. You found a mid-20s blonde man with an expression somehow between shock and excitement. You have seen him tending the too familiar store nearby, figured him to be the team's coach from last week's match. But to know you?

"Coach, she's the new manager."

"You know her coach?"

"Of course! She's one of the best players in the prefecture, both boys' and girls'. Any of you don't recognize her?" Oh. You blushed at the unwanted recognition, then you figured you have to formally introduce yourself.

"Hi. I'm sorry for earlier. I'm Tsukishima Y/n, twin sis of Kei. Please call me Y/n. Nice to meet all of you." You graced them a bow and a smile, earning gawks at the team.

"Saw her in Tsukishima's house. Thought she was a girlfriend or something."

"Tsukishima's too salty for a girlfriend."

You bit your lip as you ignored the side comments. "Manager, Shimizu? Not assistant coach?"

"Right?"

"Coach? Her?" There's no tone of doubt in Sugawara Koshi's voice as he flickered his eyes between you and Coach Ukai. His eyes were full of marvel and amazement. And you know him, of course.

"Ah, Tanaka-san, Noya-san, you both don't even have a girlfriend."

"Youー"

"Hey!"

"I don't mind her coaching, Coach. But is it even possible?", the captain asked. If you remember correctly from Kei's and Tadashi's conversations, his name is Sawamura Daichi.

"Y/n, try to be my assistant coach. I can vouch for you. I know your skills, you have your father's genes too. You will be great! You can be the manager too. I kinda need someone to assist me and I know you'll be a perfect fit."

"Tsukishima, have a lap of flying."

"Yes, Sawamura-san."

"Ha! Serves you right."

"At least it's just one, Ou-sama, not like yours and the others."

You turned to Kei for a solicited answer at the Coach's offer. He's now at the right end of the crowd having a squabble with Kageyama Tobio. "Kei?" He turned to you, smirk receding as you raised a brow on him at his behavior.

"As long as she won't do excessive work, Coach. She also can't play and do anything without my permission."

Coach Ukai nodded at the conditions, taking it as a yes. Your heart warmed at that instant, can't believe it was actually happening. You were in trance of bliss when suddenlyー

"What's with you, Tsukishima!? Killjoy!"

You grinned at the orange-headed boy named Hinata Shoyo as you recalled reading at the pamphlet of the last game. You grinned at Kei, too, that has his face so contorted at the sight of you grinning. You're happy, and he has no choiceーworry's off the windows at this point.

Padding at Kei's track jacket placed on top your thighs, you stared at awe at the up-close weird fast attack of Kageyama and Hinata. Still not registering in your mind that Hinata's closing his eyes when doing so, except for the normal fast attacks. It felt like a rush, but who were you kidding? You did akin to that when you were in middle school, one that your spikers hated because it hurts their palms.

That attack ended the rally, and the 2nd set of the team's practice game. Groans were evident as Hinata requests for another set. The sun had long gone behind the mountains of the peaceful neighborhood and it's really time to go home.

"How was it? Got any comments?" Coach Ukai turned to you after dismissing Hinata and ordered the rest of the team to clean up.

"Hmm, it was good. Their skills are distinct but still average, for me, considering I've seen more and better through the years. The receives, in particular.. we have to polish these rocks to diamonds by Spring Qualifiers, Coach. And we should ummー" You took Tadashi's ready hand to prop yourself up from the hardwood floor, body shielding you from the stares. "ーmaybe add more weapons or something?ー" Tadashi shielded your bottom half with Kei's jacket as you dusted off your skirt, a protective reflex being a bestfriend of many years. "ーjust to overload the opponents intake of info, throwing them off from the weird fast attack. The more the better."

Coach Ukai smiled smugly at Daichi and Koshi, the latter stared at you in awe. Hm? It's not some awesome of a comment to look at me like that, you thought. Not that you didn't wanted to be stared like that. Especially if it's him.

You were all walking out of the school grounds to have meat buns at Sakanoshita when Koushi walked up to your side, all smiles. Of course. You suddenly searched for Tadashi or even Kei in the crowd without making it known to any soul around.

"We know it's not yet official that you're joining, that, I really hope you would be joining us. Managing and coaching would be a piece of cake, we have Coach Ukai and Shimizu. You will work less, I promise, well just for this year that Shimizu's around, anyway. So hm? Please?"

You tilted your head in mock thinking, it caught large groans in the back. Tohoku region's June evening air is blowing on your hair softly with each step. Your shoulders all relaxed without your bag, and without the worry that's present that afternoon. You breathed in softly, giggling at the next conversations that took place from yours and Koushi's back.

"C'mon Y/n, please join."

"Kiyoko-san's smiling and talking more when you're around."

"OI! That's not how you invite her! Sorry Y/n. Please don't mind them."

"Y/n-saaan! We'll protect you from Tsukishima!"

"BOKE! HINATA BOKE! He's her brother!"

"But he's yelling at her!"

Your body angled briefly at Koushi's direction to address him, "Of course I'll join. I can do multitasking."

You saw how his face morphed from a pleading face to a beaming one in seconds, it made you smile. He brought up his fist up front as both of you continued to walk, prompting a fist bump that you happily obliged. The others at the back pumped their fists anywhere for the brief and candid celebration.

"But not tasking too much~" Kei mused as he passed by your side with Tadashi in tow, your bag scrunching the jacket's fabric on his shoulder, both of their eyes dead ahead.

"Don't overwhelm her." Or not. Tadashi muttered that on a deadpan monotone voice while staring at the flock on your back. It came quiet for a moment, just seconds, and after that, he resumed his walk with Kei.

"This is new to us, y'know, how they act towards you." His eyes are on Kei and Tadashi that's already near Daichi whose face is morphed between annoyance and embarassment for his loud team as he waited for us in front of Sakanoshita.

You smiled ahead, "Well, Sugawara-san, them acting and talking blunt is new to me, too."

"That's Suga-san for you." You mentally noted that for the conversations to come.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

Your lips were quivering in happiness and ecstasy as the thick fabric dangled within your fingers. The crowd were beaming in front of you as they officially welcomed you to the team. Kei's faux emotionless face stood beside a smiling Tadashi at the back.

The night before reeled on your mind, met Kei's eyes againーa supportive glint in them. When you both came home to Akiteru, he directly told the older one of what had happened. Akiteru scolded the both of you and Kei's protective counters were seeping through the whole banter. You just sat quiet next to him and under the table, he was calming your popping thighs. When the banter dragged on and venomous, he tapped it in urgency, a prompt telling you to leave them alone.

When Tadashi heard of the news that morning, he ran up to you and lifted you, whirling you around in high spirits. You laughed through his laughs, taking note of the sight you really loved about him, his smiling amber eyes. You tapped his shoulder, still laughing, when he came unbalanced. He put you down ever so carefully and gave you head kisses to curb his delight.

"Can't believe it, Y/n! I'm so happy for you!" You just smiled proudly and turned to Kei who's disgusted at the scene.

"I'm gonna be your plus one! You can't do anything without my permission too!" He proudly puffed his chest that you playfully smacked at his words.

Kei was the who snorted this time, handing your bag to Tadashi as you three walked the hallway to your homeroom. "You'll just tolerate her." Both you and Tadashi laughed at his knowing remark to which he groaned and immediately placed some distance in between when your laughs covered the halls.

"Please take care of us, Y/n!" the team chorused, your heart swelling dangerously in happiness that your quirk surfaced again subconsciously, giving Kei and Tadashi a scare. But your smile stopped them from acting on.

But you never actually meant every small thing that came with that. You feel your eye twitched at the sight of these two breathing creatures in front of you with their unbelievableーwell, not too unbelievableーrequest.

"C'mon Y/n~ Your brother's being an insufferable beanpole asshole again and he does not do business with us beyond his business hours even though we have the whole morning free." Shoyo whined loudly that it gained a handful of glances from your own classmates. The teachers were nowhere to attend classes that morning that supported Shoyo's claims, hence the students' freedom to roam around.

You feel Tadashi's hands on your back as he plays with your hair, easing your pending stress from this encounter.

"Of course. Business terms are business terms, pipsqueak. Though, I don't really mind you both not understanding those. You, being an idiot, and the big lug being so kingly he won't do business terms with commoners. Right, Ou-sama?" Tobio grumbled unintelligently that made Kei smirk at his seat.

"Kei! Stop it!" He rolled his eyes in exchange of your bark. This is really so surprising for you. For the week you're with the team, you saw his and a bit of Tadashi's unusual behaviors and you're scrunching up your nose to how they could be so blunt, not so endearing as they are with you.

"This is one of the reasons why he won't let you join the team, you barking at him." Tadashi chuckled as he twirled more of your hair. You rolled your eyes and curled the corner of your lips.

"Both of you, sit." You ordered to the still standing boys infront of you. Both were exhilerated and took their seats on either side of you. Well, Daichi's threats, failing-the-sem threats and the Tokyo Training Camp seems to be their motivation for this.

"Whose bestfriend are you, Yamaguchi?"

"Yours, of course. But what's yours are also hers, right?"

You and Tadashi both laughed softly as Kei helplessly groaned, propping his headphones on.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"You're kidding me. Ushiwaka made it into World Youth?"

You pursed your lips and kept silent at Koushi's topic. He's staring at his phone, probably a sports news got on his feed. Practice just curbed early that afternoon and y'all were walking to the club room already for the tutor sessions of the "Stupid Quartet", as what Coach Ukai and Daichi penned them.

"World Youth, Suga-san?"

"Basically, he's been picked as Japan's under-19 representative to the World Team." Kei ghosted his palm on your shoulders as he commented to the topic. He rubbed the spot where his hand were before letting it fall on your back as you went up the stairs.

"Ushiwaka's the Japanese Boys' representative to the world?!"

"Ohhh~ you wanted to be the girls' representative to the world when you hit high school huh, Y/n? I'll support you!"

You snorted. "You have to be with me, too, you know."

"Aaahh, no. No. I'm contented with just being Miyagi's bestー"

You wobbled at your fourth step and held on to the railing, a toll to just cut the memory. Tadashi got your waist and briefly looked at you concerned.

"We have to beat him to get to the Nationals." Daichi said, standing next to Koushi at the top of the stairs. Your next step was more determined, Tadashi saw it and let loose at his grip. However, he's still hovering behind you with Kei as you continued to the stairs.

You're fine. You're fine. Deep breaths.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

"I'll be in the condo this weekend after practice. You wanna come with me?" Kei's poking head was in your door. It was Friday night and Akiteru's not home during the weekends because of his school stuffs, and you're not allowed to be alone.. soー

"But how about Kageyama and Hinata's tutor sesh, Kei?" His nose scrunched up at your question, you smirking, noting he's too annoyed with his two teammates.

"Who cares about those stupid dumbasses?" You raised a brow at his retort that made Kei groan. "I hate you. Okay, fine. They can come over. To the condo, not here." He grumbled more as he disappeared behind the door, leaving it ajar.

"I love you Kei!" You called him, really amused at his change of behavior.

To: Tobio, Shoyo & Tadashi ; 9:38pm

Study sesh with us after practice tomorrow. Our condo at Sendai. Help me with Kei to turn it to a study night, k?

From: Tadashi ; 9:40pm

I gotchu!

But your family's condo at Sendai? Was that the same condo from years ago?

From: Shoyo ; 9:41pm

AH! Y/NNNNN!! ARIGATOUUU!!!

From: Tobio ; 9:55pm

Okay.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

Shoyo's sparkling eyes were dead-set at the building where the grumpy Kei entered mindlessly. Tobio was mirroring Shoyo, minus the noise. Tadashi was just silent and awkwardly smiling from the whole ride.

"Let's go in already?" He finally spoke through Shoyo's and Tobio's excitement. You know why he's like this so to ease that, you just nodded and led them to the building.

Shoyo got a lot of questions as you took the walk to one of the elevators and you diligently answered each one. A man was already in queue for the elevator that's going up the building. When it dinged, all of you rushed in, just in time for you to hear a painfully familiar voice calling you. Really? Right off the bat? Tadashi pulled you fast into the back and frantically closed the elevator doors, jamming a finger at the close button, the plastic full of snacks from the convenience store crinkled at his movement. You looked at his face as his eyes were as frantic as he, staring at the closing elevator doors.

"Fuck." He loudly exhaled as the elevator closed, finally, frantic receding in his system and became aware of his actions gradually. "I'm sorry. It's just her stalker."

You chuckled. Stalker.

"A stalker? From Shiratorizawa?" Now it's your turn to say fuck in your head. Tobio's eyes are fast, alright.

"Yeah." You didn't miss his worried glance at you after he replied nonchalantlyーor what he tried to act like.

"DON'T WORRY Y/N! WE'LL PROTECT YOU!!" Ugh, Shoyo's booming voice at a closed space is deafening. You flickered a worried glance at the man in the elevator with the four of you. "But Kageyama! How did you know the stalker's from Shiratorizawa?"

"He's wearing their track jacket, didn't you see?"

"Ah, no." Shoyo uninterestingly replied and turned to you. "Y/n! Do you have showers?" And continued his endless questions.. You smiled lopsidedly. You may take a while to get used to this.

Shoyo's questions died down when the elevator dinged. Your floor is here. The man who were with you went out first. You just noticed his tall figure, having distanced from your height for a few couple meters. Tadashi nudged you out of the elevator, cutting your observant sense on the man, the duo followed suit.

You slowed as you saw how the man stopped in front of the door that you've been in and out for years, the Tsukishima name plate dangled by the doorbell. "Excuse me? You need something?" You smiled at the man and he looked at you, seemed dazed.

"Of course." That sighing remark didn't escape your ears. "Of course. You're her daughter. Of course." Four head tilts synched as the man continued on his remark.

"You know him, Y/n-chan?"

You tell me, Shoyo. Do I know him?

"I came for your dad. Tsukishima Daiki?"

"Oh." So he came for Dad. "You can wait for him inside, sir. He'll be home in ー " You glanced at your phone screen. "ー20-30 minutes at most." You rounded past him to ring the bell and spoke to the intercom, "Kei, open up." You turned to the man, still staring at you. "Uhm, can I ask your name to inform Dad, sir?"

"I'm Hibarida Fuki." He answered as Kei opened up the door, face grumpy. "This is my first time seeing Daiki and Hiyori's twins." He chuckled that made Kei turn to him and bowed, grumpy face gone.

"Ah! Coach! Come in! Come in! Dad's on his way." Akiteru's voice sounded through the inside halls of the condo, hurried steps approaching. Coach.. Coach Hibarida.

"He's the coach of the Men's National Team." Tobio mumbled at your back. Shoyo gasped at his side as the coach was shuffled inside by Akiteru. Kei made eye contact with you through the shuffles of the guests your family have this afternoon.

You suddenly wanted to die at that moment.

You gulped hard as Tadashi waited for you by the door, soft ambers gazing with unwavering concern. "Hey. You're alright." It took a lot to nod at his prompt.

"Hm. Yes. I'm okay." You steadied your pace towards and into the condo, closing the door behind you.

Shoes were neatly cluttered in your genkan, voices echoed through the left room where your living room is situated. Tadashi waited for you through it all, observing your every breath. You appreciate his actions, felt he's so sweet that you cupped his cheek with your one hand to return the affection. He held it in his, gave it a squeeze before wrapping that same arm around your shoulder.

"I'm okay, Guchi-guchi."

"Of course you are." You felt him smiling through his sarcasm. You elbowed him playfully as he kissed your head before you rounded to the archway of your living room, his hand already sliding through your back, thumb rubbed a few on the small of your back before it went back to his side. You felt his weight shifted away from you as he rounded up ahead to take his seat on the couch beside Tobio that's now politely attentive to whatever Akiteru and Coach Hibarida are conversing about. Shoyo on his other side doing the same thing.

"ーteam's roster."

"Oh really? Coach Ukai's grandson is the Coach now?"

"Yes! And Y/n's the assistant coach!"

They suddenly turned their eyes on you, accidentally locking eyes with Coach Hibarida, you forced a wave and a smile you can't seemingly describe between getting pooped out and embarassed. He returned your smile, full-bearded face stretching as his lips upturned a curve, eyes glazing.

"You look like your mother Hiyori. You got full resemblance, to the hair, face.. The moment I took a good look on her earlier, I thought she was your mother, Akiteru." You blushed from the compliment, gracing a bow to the coach. Kei reached out for your hand, guided you to sit beside him on the couch you're leaning on, opposite to where the three are seating on. Kei brushed his thumb on the back of your hand to project comfort as he felt you stiffen through your feigns.

"And this tall man right here is a perfect mixture of both. Hm! What's your position on your team?"

"Middle blocker, coach."

And swarms of questions about the team were heard. Shoyo and Tobio were actively talking with Coach Hibarida as Tadashi, you and Kei offered some comments and infos to him. You were dejectedly leaning at Kei that has his arm around your waist, the other's elbow propped on the arm of the couch, chin resting on his palm.

"I wanna be on the National team someday, coach!" Shoyo enthusiastically said as the topic went on the National team.

"I'll be a setter of the National team too, coach!" Tobio, as Shoyo's eternal challenger or is it the other way around? followed up.

Coach Hibarida can't help but just laugh at these claims and turned to you and your twin for the same claims after Tadashi offered nothing but indecisiveness.

Straightening in your seat, "Uhm, I'm afraid that's long gone in my list of what I wanna do?" and sheepishly smiled at the coach.

"I can, but too lazy to do travels. I just might be staying here in Sendai with Dad."

"Well, it's still too early to decide for things for the future so work yourselves out first. If ever one of you gets on the team, I'll be welcoming you with open arms.", and he laughed like the old ojii-sans in a store nearby your house.

National team. You smirked at the thought as the discussions went on, head swimming in those endless thoughts. The familiar sense of sickness slowly upping to your chest, and you pushing it down to contain it just for a few more.

Practically waiting for all of this to end, you were the first one to hear your Dad's steps outside the door. You never thanked someone so vigorously in your mind. You jumped up and rounded the couch to your genkan as the door opened. Daiki saw you immediately and offered you an apologetic gaze and a small "I'm sorry." just enough for you to hear. You hugged him to relay your "It's okay. I love you, Dad." to him, receiving head kisses that you love the most. You helped him with his things as he made his way to living room to greet the guest.

It was flowing just right and you're on your way up the stairs following the boys when you heard Coach Hibarida said, "I was in the area, Shiratorizawa for Ushijima. The kid will be with me next week for the World Camp in Poland."

You gulped hard and hurried after the boys that's scuffling and squabbling already in one of the rooms.

﹆ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧.・゜゜・

The first thing you felt was the slow and comfortable inertia coming to a halt. Second was the slow breaths of the owner of the shoulder your head is leaning on. Third was the yawns all over the place, followed by the ones beside you. Fourth was the soft sshh he managed to someone not you followed by hurrying murmurs and soft steps out to somewhere.

You fluttered your eyes open, his grabby hand was the first you saw, then he chuckled and peeked at your face, his hazel eyes still sleepy but sparkling nonetheless.

"Had a nice sleep?"

You straightened up at the closeness of his face that he gladly withdrawed quickly and you took a yawn while scanning the place your bus had stopped at, rubbing a knuckle against your eyes to get the sleep off it.

"C'mon, they're already outside."

You groggily stood up and he got his things. "'am sorry for your shoulder, Suga-san. Kei and Guchi-guchi were already sleeping when I got in and noー"

"It's okay." You pouted as he led you out of the bus. Tadashi was already waiting for you on your way out, offering a hand.

"Suga-san, is your shoulder wet?" Tadashi snickered and you hit him hard in his shin and yielded an Ow what was that for look.

Koushi laughed, "It's dry.", catching on the joke Tadashi offered. You grumbled and walked towards Kiyoko without your thingsーtaking note that Tadashi or Kei has it as usual.

Kiyoko found you shuffling towards her and as soon as you're in her space, she fixed your hair that made your cheeks grow hot. She smiled at your reaction. My bed hair!!

Both of you jumped when you both heard a hyena-like laugh in Daichi's direction. Kiyoko chuckled, "That's Kuroo. The rooster-headed one. And Kai. They're from Nekoma. The captain and the vice-captain." You nodded, eyes still at Daichi's direction.

"Y'know, Tokyo doesn't look much different than Miyagi."

"Hang on a sec, Sawamura-kun. I think you're missing people here."

"Maybe coz we're in the suburbs, Asahi."

"Ah, Kuroo-kun. About thatー"

"Stop yawning and start walking Tsukishima! Yamaguchi!"

Kuroo and Kai led your team to the side entrance of the building. It's not as big as it looks in the front, though you know it's big when you get through those doors. And you saw a soccer field when your eyes rounded the area minutes ago.

When you and Kiyoko reached the glass door, you were spooked by a "Noooo!!".

Your eyes widen and Kiyoko instinctively protected you with her body despite the fact that you're taller than her, an arm spread. You felt your heart constricted momentarily, you gulped hard at the sight of a blond mohawk guy groveling by the doors.

"Ugh! Yamamoto!"

"They have two managers now!! Both pretty and gorgeous!!" The blond mohawk guy cried, still on his knees. Intense, your brows shot up.

Ryuunosuke casually walked infront of you and Kiyoko. "Do you see now, Tora?"

"Let's go, Y/n-chan." Kiyoko whispered to you, savagely ignoring Ryuunosuke of what he'll be saying. You nodded but eyes still at the conversing hot-spirited men.

"This is the true power of Karasuno." By the time he said that, you and Kiyoko were through the doors along with the others.

"Sorry 'bout that loud one." You accidentally snorted and hid your face behind Asahi's shoulder, too embarassed about how you snorted at Nekoma's captain. You saw him glance at you for a millisecond before smiling at everyone else.

"Once you've changed, the gym is right thereー" He pointed to the other end of the hallway where bouncing balls are heard. "ーEveryone else is already here." He sighed. "Yamamoto! Let's go! Kai, please."

"Hm!"

The team followed this Kai upstairs, but you heard a groan that made you look back. Kuroo's figure is turned against your walking team, his hands clearly rubbing his face continuously in exasperation(?) You don't know. You pursed your lips at the thoughts and hurried your steps towards the others ahead.

The gym was steps away. You were clinging hard to Tadashi's shirt as you walk with the team. The sounds makes you feel so nervous and excited and you think you might cry from the emotions.

This will be your first time seeing many teams playing in one place after a year. You missed it. You gulped a large lump as Daichi opened the doors that revealed the court and the people responsible for the sounds you've been hearing.

And it all became silent and still, for you. It was calming. Your grip on Tadashi's shirt loosened and your hand found its way back to your side, eyes trailing at the players and the nets and the ballsー

"Welcome back, Y/n." You looked briefly at Tadashi that's beaming at you, Kei at his side also staring lovingly at you but face still stoic.

Yes. This is home.

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⊹ ࣪ ˖—Bookstore boy

[surprise] haikyuu setter x reader

genre: fluff with a sprinkle of angst

Part 1 here !

002.

Recap:

Y/n’s frequent bookstore visits had become routine, that is until a few days ago; when Y/n had been desperate to obtain this book from a specific author. Amidst the sea of books surrounding them, they take notice of an unfamiliar face, which they do not pay too much heed to.

Y/n had been successful in spotting the book she had been searching for, but at the cost of her losing her balance as she tries to reach for it. Preparing herself for a hard fall, they feel two arms saving them from her (would-be) embarrassing drop— surprised to know that it was the unfamiliar face from earlier.

It had been a few days since that incident at the library.

No matter what you did, you would always end up thinking about the mystery guy.

since the day you were born, you have never felt this kind of emotion towards a person, let alone a stranger.

Yes, there was the occasional crush, but this guy... He was different you just couldn't pinpoint how.

But then again there was no point in analyzing ‘cause you were never gonna see each other again... Right?

[1:34 PM, Lunch !]

It was finally noon making it lunch time,

Exhausted from your morning classes you proceeded to the closest restaurant outside your university. Not feeling the food they were serving at the lunch hall.

“Thank you!” you said to the chef with a big smile on your face as you accepted the sandwich.

Taking your food with you, you went to the park close by to peacefully enjoy your meal, hoping to catch up on some reading as well.

Laying your picnic blanket on the freshly cut grass, you take out your lunch and your book.

10 minutes into your tiny picnic you paused your reading, you decided to carefully observe your surroundings, still munching on your lunch.

You saw some butterflies by the flowers, and a group of friends laughing, you also saw a cute couple that seemed to be painting.

And not so far from the park you noticed a bus stop, and you observed the people waiting, some on their phones, some chatting with their companions, and one that was reading.

Looking a bit closer you realized the person reading had been that boy from the bookstore.

Confused, it took about a minute for you to process.

But when it did process, you found yourself thinking about if you should approach him or not.

I mean you both only met once, you didn't even know his name, what's the point of interacting with a stranger?

But then you realized, that's exactly the reason why you should approach him, he was a stranger that saved you and you should thank him properly.

You saw that the black haired guy was about to board the bus, and you knew there was only one option left.

Carefully placing your sandwich down, you got up from your picnic blanket and ran as fast as you could

“HEY BOOKSTORE BOY” you yelled running towards the bus stop and flailing your arms around like an idiot.

God, the stupid thing you do for a pretty guy you don't know.

[bookstore boy POV]

I was rummaging through my bag trying to find my card as I boarded the bus.

Just as I was about to tap my card I heard a distant yell.

“HEY BOOKSTORE BOY” I looked back and saw a person running towards... Me??

Not having the best vision I squinted, only to realize it was the girl from the bookstore.

I then realized I was the person she was calling for.

Unknowingly I smiled, glad to see the pretty girl from the bookstore.

I then looked to the bus driver “I’ll catch the next bus. Thank you” I bowed to him and then got off the bus.

[Y/n POV]

You were starting to get exhausted, from where you sat the bus stop didn't look that far, guess you were wrong.

You saw the stranger get into the bus, and you lost all hope. giving up, you stopped running only for you to trip on a rock and fall face flat into the grass.

Great. You never got to know who bookstore boy was, your socks were dirty, and now you face-planted into the grass. Your day couldn't get any better.

You just wanted to lay on the ground, waiting for it to swallow you whole but you know fate had other plans.

You felt a tap on your head, thinking it was your imagination you ignored it until you heard a voice.

“Don't you find it slightly amusing that both times we've met your either falling or you've already fell”

Your head shot up. Meeting the same beautiful blue eyes from that fateful day at the library.

“Need help?” he said as he put out his hand, which you gratefully took, you then stood up.

You wiped the dirt off your face, and after then you looked into the beautiful stranger in front of you.

Just as you were about to say thank you, bookstore boy raised his hand toward your face and rubbed off some remaining dirt on your cheek.

Shocked by his actions you blushed. Bookstore boy who realized what he did was also shocked.

“I’m so sorry I shouldn't have touched you without your permission, my hand just moved on its own and-” “It's okay” You cut him off smiling at him.

“Now before anything else interrupts us,” you spoke out you putting out your hand in a handshake sort of matter “I’m L/n Y/n but you can call me Y/n, and you are?”

The boy held your hand and shakes it softly “Akaashi. Akaashi Keiji ”

You laughed and he did too. Both were happy to finally meet each other.

...

Later that day both of you exchanged numbers and then went your separate ways.

You both found out that you went to the same university. So basically every day since the day you first met you would have lunch together, study together, and just hang out.

Weeks after That Akaashi officially asked you on a date.

Of course, you said yes.

It went very well, he picked you up at your apartment at exactly 5:30 pm, and when you both got out of your building he opened the car door for you. (Chivalry isn't quite dead)

you both went to dinner at a simple yet fancy restaurant and afterwards, you both snuck into a bar for fun had a couple of drinks then headed home.

On your way home you found a tiny gazebo by the lake, and not wanting to end the night just yet, Akaashi parked the car and pulled you out.

You both lay on the grass surrounded by fireflies, watching the stars.

It was a cloudy night but some stars were visible and it was enough to satisfy you.

Suddenly it started to rain, and you and Akaashi ran to the gazebo seeking shelter.

“It seems that the rain isn't gonna end soon,” Akaashi said. You frowned not wanting the rain to end your date.

All of a sudden an idea came to you. Delighted with your idea, you decided to ask your partner.

“Keijii?”

“Yes, Y/n?”

“Would you like to dance in the rain with me?”

Akaashi blinked at you, not saying a word. Embarrassed you decided it wasn't a good idea and decided to take back what you said

“You know what never mind, you probably don't want to get your clothes wet,” you said fiddling with the hem of your dress.

“No, that's not what I'm trying to imply, I was simply surprised considering I was going to ask you the same question too”

Akaashi took out his phone, played a random song, and then stepped out onto the cloudburst.

“Shall we dance?” offering a hand to you.

You grinned taking his hand. “We shall”

And so both of you danced in the rain. Twirling and whatnot.

As the song was about to end, your face was inches away from Akaashi’s.

In the spur of the moment, both of you leaned in then-

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP

[8:00 am]

you opened your eyes. Sitting up you looked around trying to process what just happened.

Was all of that a dream?

You quickly opened your phone not caring for the other notifications, immediately going to the contacts app to find Keiji’s number

It wasn't there

Still in denial, you checked your photos app to see that there were no photos of Keiji at all

It all was a dream. Akaashi was just a dream.

Your heart felt heavy,

Upset and overwhelmed you forced yourself to get ready for class.

[9:53 am, school café !]

You had just finished your first class of the day, needing to review for a quiz for your next lecture you went to the school café hoping that you'd be able to review there while enjoying a snack or two.

When you arrived the whole place was packed, no surprise there, the school café was the place to be, not only did they serve delicious food the café itself was huge, so huge that it wasn't even that noisy, making it the perfect place to hang out with friends or study.

Thankfully there was one table in the far corner of the café where you quickly put your things.

You ordered your coffee and croissant and went back to your table.

After that, you set up all your notes and started reviewing.

About 30 minutes into your reviewing session someone spoke.

“Hey, would you mind if I sat here? The rest of the tables are full and I’m really hungry”

“Oh yeah of course I don't mind,” you said looking up.

You met the mystery man's eyes, and suddenly your dream didn't seem like a dream anymore.

Without thinking you suddenly blurted out your thought.

“You're the guy from my dream” “You're the girl from my dream”

What in the world?

“You had the same dream too?” The boy questioned

“Yes I did” you answered in a rather awkward manner.

“Uh um I think I should just leave,” Akaashi said noticing that you were a bit uncomfortable.

“what? no!,” you said in a rather panicked tone, realizing that you were sort of aggressive you composed yourself

“What I mean to say is that, please don't leave you're probably really hungry now and I don't wanna be the cause of your starvation.”

The boy laughed at your response and smiled at you.

“If that's what you want then I'll stay”

You blushed at his statement, whilst moving your things to make space for him.

“Oh by the way before I forget,” he said offering his hand to you “Akaashi. Akaashi Keiji”

“Y/n L/n, but you can call me Y/n, nice to meet you again Keiji” You grinned and took his hand shaking it softly.

Akaashi smiled squeezing your hand a bit “Nice to meet you again Y/n”

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crackedpumpkin · 2 years ago

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guys. It's time. CRH is reaching its finale, and besides Bad News and Cherry Blossoms, I'm ready to bring on more fics.

You however!!! Get to decide which one through our combined love for pressing buttons :D

I'll be doing these fics in order of votes, so the most popular one will be posted first, etc.(you catch my drift?)

However! If you're here for any of my other fandom posts, there is another poll I've set up -> HERE.

You can vote for the next fic as well, also by order of votes for which goes up first/is completed :)

Other fandoms include: Miles Morales, Ninjago, Danny Phantom, Haikyuu.

Here's the Lowdown + Explanation for each one:

Zombie Apocalypse AU! Rise Leo x Reader

Warnings: Includes mentions of death, and graphic descriptions of both gore and violence. Angst, Fluff.

Example drabbles can be found in this order -> HERE! & -> HERE! & -> HERE!

You didn't know how it started. One minute you're out and about with friends, and the next moment the nationwide alarm sounds. Sirens blare, people scream, and you flee.

Now, you're a lone wolf, looking out purely for yourself and taking down any Zombie that tries to harm you. You're alone, just how you like it.

But when a fateful encounter with a turtle wearing a blue bandanna changes your outlook on your new life, you begin to think that being alone might not be as great as you once thought.

Human Disguise! 12 Leo x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Slightly Aged Up! Turtles, Friends to Lovers

Theft isn't always right.

But in this instance, Leo's willing to do it as many times as it takes, all to catch the bus with you at the same time everyday.

Luckily, Donnie has just the tool for that, a watch that would allow him to disguise himself as a human.

All he has to do is make sure you don't ever find out.

Your Name AU! X Female! Reader

Warnings: Mentions of Time Travel, Body Swapping, Fluff, HEAVY ANGST.

Inspired by the anime movie with the same title

Mutagen is the base of how all mutants are created, its unknown properties managing to bring to life both miracles and nightmares.

It's almost like magic.

But it doesn't explain how Leo wakes up in the body of someone else.

You're just a girl living in the countryside, the daughter of an influential polititian, and a shrine maiden in training.

You're tired of life and everything it throws at you, not to mention the best friend you're slowly falling in love with, whom has eyes for someone else. So, in a moment of anger and frustration, you curse at the goddess you're supposed to praise and worship instead.

And in return, you wake up in a mutant turtle's body.

Rise Leo! X Genie Reader

Warnings: Aged Up! Turtles, History Things, Fluff, Friends to Lovers.

Being one of the most mythical (and extremely rare) species on the earth has both its perks and disadvantages.

Pro? You're worshipped heavily, many of your previous summoners too frightened to cross you.

Con? Some of them are horrible and abusive, so you decided to use loopholes to ensure their uncontrollable greed would never make the light of day.

As such, you disappear back into your lamp to nap for a couple thousand years, waking up with a yawn to a baffled group of turtle yokai.

And it's just your luck that the cutest one happens to be your summoner.

Star Crossed Lovers! 12 Leo x Reader

Warnings: Addresses Discrimination, Fluff, Angst, Fluff, Mentions of Abuse, Mentions of Violence and Gore.

Inspo can be found -> HERE!

"We shouldn't be doing this." You murmur, slipping your hand out of his. However, before your hand leaves his grasp completely, he grabs it gently.

"We don't have to be like them. To confine ourselves to the rules they've set."

"But, your position... You can't be seen with a human, or the rest of the Yokai would riot." Your eyes water, and you swallow a sniffle that threatens to give away the tears that start to trail down your cheeks.

"I don't care about the rest of them. You're the only one whose opinion matters to me."

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kitabread · 1 year ago

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pin:0002 - Osamu Miya [Chapter 1]

Genre: Fluff, Eventual Angst

Character: Miya Osamu of Haikyuu

Warnings: Story is set in the early 00s, OC is a black female, thievery

Word Count: 2.5k

*2.3.01 - 2:30 pm*

Imani swung the mall doors open, her Juicy Couture flip-flops making a soft shuffle sound against the tiled flooring as she made a beeline for the food court.

“Look who finally decided to show up.” Asia laughed as Imani rushed over to their table.

“Damn, Mani, can you be on time for once?” Nellie asked as Imani slumped into her chair.

“Girl, it is not my fault this time. My brother was hogging the bathroom all morning. Then, Ma was trippin’ the minute I walked past her room fully dressed. Somethin’ about how I already went out last night, I don’t know. And don’t even get me started on the bus. Arguing with Ma made me miss the one I had to catch to get here on time!”

Asia laughed, shaking her head. “Here, I got your usual,” She pushed a Subway Veggie Delight toward the exasperated girl. “But seriously, Mani, you have got to get it together.”

“You don’t think I know that? I’m trying.” Imani took a bite, humming in contentment. Asia even remembered the honey mustard. Imani could always count on her best friend.

“Well maybe we need to try harder than your little 20 hours a week at T-Mobile” Nellie shrugged, wincing when Asia elbowed her under the table. “Ow! Don’t hit me like you weren’t thinking it too. Mani, you need a car. You wouldn’t have to worry about your family getting in your way if your transportation was more stable.”

Imani sighed. “I know that, but T-Mobile was the only job willing to hire me while in college full-time. I know a car would make life way easier, but I just don’t got it like that right now.” She crumpled up the sandwich wrapper in front of her. She didn’t realize how hungry she was until Asia handed her that sandwich.

“Alright, well we came to have fun, buy cute clothes and look at cute guys. We can talk about life later. Right now, I’m more worried about that Baby Phat tee I saw in the window with my name on it. Let’s go.” Asia bounced out of her seat, her cat-shaped belly piercing peeking out from her tube top. Imani shook her head. She knew how much her girl loved her Baby Phat. She stood up, adjusting her headscarf and brushing any crumbs off her baby tee and jeans before catching up to her friends.

She was completely oblivious to the silver-haired guy watching her from across the food court.

The three girls walked out of what was probably the millionth store they entered. Imani slumped against the display window, ignoring the security guard attempting to discourage her from doing so. “We leaving now, right?”

She asked.

“Already? I think there’s another sale in a store downstairs…” Asia complained.

“Bitch, that’s enough. You are ADDICTED.” Nellie spat, starting an argument between the two.

Imani laughed, backing away from the pair. “While y'all hash that out, I’m gonna go get a drink from the food court.” She said, barely catching either girl's attention.

She made her way back down to the smoothie stand, setting her bags down as she inspected the menu. Strawberry Banana was her go-to, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted that one today.

“The Peach and Mango is really good.”

Imani turned around, coming face to face with a silver-haired man in a crisp, white button-up, dark-colored jeans, and white low-top sneakers.

“I don’t remember asking, but thank you. I’ll try that.” Imani smiled, turning away. She placed her order, stepping aside to wait for her drink.

“I’m Osamu, by the way.”

She laughed softly. “Imani. Nice to meet you.”

“The pleasure is mine, Imani. Tell me, where are you headed after your smoothie run?”

She shrugged. “Probably home.”

“Home? It’s barely 5 pm on a Saturday. Surely you have other plans?”

“Not when I have an hour-long bus ride to take.”

Osamu tsked. “You’re far too beautiful to be taking the bus.”

“Well, life doesn’t seem to agree with you.” Imani reached out for her drink, thanking the cashier.

“You know, my BMW is parked outside. I can give you a ride.”

Imani turned to the man, looking for any indication he was joking. When she couldn’t find any, she laughed.

“You don’t even know me.”

“Yeah I do, you’re Imani??” He tilted his head, smiling when Imani laughed again. “All I’m asking is to do you a favor so you can avoid the long commute. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Well, my girls are still upstairs, and I’m not going to ditch them no matter how cute you are.”

“I’ll let the cute comment slide…for now,” He said. ��So, we take them with us. Drop them off then you can roll with me for a bit.”

“Roll with you? What happened to just doing me a favor?”

Osamu smirked, pulling Imani in by the belt loops, closing any space between them. She reveled in the smell of his cologne. “I know what I said, but I want to see more of you by the minute. Can you blame me? Look at you.” He marveled at her golden brown skin, the curve of her breasts, and the way her stomach poked out of her jeans just slightly.

“Hmm, I don’t know. I’m not sure I like you enough for all that.”

“You haven’t pulled away from me yet, have you?” He said, inching closer if that was even possible. “See, I knew you liked me.” He said when Imani didn’t budge.

Imani smiled, rolling her eyes. “Whatever. I will see what my girls think, and if I make up my mind, I will let you know.”

Osamu handed her his Nokia, never once taking his eyes off of her when doing so. Imani saved her number before heading back upstairs.

“Damn girl, did they make you harvest the fruit yourself?” Nellie said when Imani was finally in earshot.

“Seriously Mani, was there a line or something? We been gave up on our argument.” Asia said.

“My bad y’all, I got caught up talking to this dude.” Imani shook her head.

“A dude?” Asia and Nellie said in unison.

“Don’t keep all this info to yourself now,” Nellie said, snapping her fingers.

Imani shrugged. “He just some guy, who recommended my drink and offered to drive us home.”

“A fine man with a car? Girl, you better have him come get us!” Nellie said.

“And maybe you can hang with him after.” Asia wiggled her eyebrows.

“Y’all are annoying.” Imani rolled her eyes. Just then, her phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Have you decided?”

Imani smiled. “Yeah, okay. We’ll ride with you.”

“I’ll bring the car around to the front. See you soon.” He said, the smile on his face evident in his voice.

“Bye Asia!” Imani called out from the passenger seat.

“Later, girl. It was nice meeting you, Osamu.” Asia said, shuffling from the back seat onto the pavement in front of her building.

“Nice meeting you, Asia. Take care.” Osamu said, ducking his head to look for something in the center console. Over his shoulder, Imani watched as Asia mouthed ‘Bag him, sis! He cute!’ while poking her cheek with her tongue. Imani narrowed her eyes before mouthing back ‘Girl, shut up.’ Asia laughed before finally stepping into her building.

“Well, we’re finally alone. What do you want to do?” Osamu asked.

“So you really not taking me home? For real?” Imani asked, smirking.

Osamu laughed. “I know a real good dinner spot around here. My treat.” Osamu stole a glance at Imani as he pulled off the curb, smiling as she cozied up in the seat once again.

*2 years later*

If someone had told Imani that one fateful mall trip would change her life to this extreme, she’d never have believed them.

From struggling to make ends meet to having every little thing she could ask for at her fingertips without moving a single muscle. She had everything from graduating college debt-free to obtaining the trendiest outfits of the year.

And it was thanks to Osamu Miya.

She wasn’t sure when Osamu went from stranger to boyfriend, but the pair had grown inseparable. He was there for her when she needed to get away from her family, and when she walked across the stage for her degree in Interpersonal Communications, he was filming the entire thing.

Most of Imani’s family questioned how Osamu had enough money to fund Imani’s schooling at such a young age. The couple was only 2 years apart, after all, which is nowhere near enough time to garner that much wealth. Imani brushed off their concerns. “He just comes from money.” She’d tell them.

That couldn’t be further from the truth.

See, Osamu was a man of simplicity. He saw what he wanted, and he took it. His methods just weren’t always..legal, per se. Maybe it was the classic pickpocket situation, where he swiped a shiny little credit card off an old woman on the street. Perhaps it was something larger, like stolen data from a seemingly innocent free wifi hotspot. No matter the method, if it exists, ‘Samu’s tried it.

His method of choice this time was scamming at the local Pizza Hut. The classic ‘I’m sorry ma’am, the payment didn’t go through, may I swipe again?’ while shining his pearly whites to all the middle-aged women that saw him as a breath of fresh air from their loud children. Poor things, they didn’t suspect a thing.

“Good work today, Miya. Hiring you was the right thing to do; anytime you’re in here, the families just flood in.” The manager called out as Osamu pushed the doors open, not responding as he made a beeline to his car.

“Did you get it?”

Osamu smiled, sliding his hand into his pocket and fishing out a tiny device. “Right here, baby.” He placed the mechanism in her waiting palm, planting a kiss on her cheek as he did so.

Imani plugged the device in, the computer screen illuminating as information ran across the screen. Names, numbers, addresses, card info. It was all visible and available in the blink of an eye. “And just like that, it’s all here.” She smirked, closing the laptop and sliding it under the backseat. “Where did you even find this thing anyway?”

“Does it matter? It’s gonna make us a whole lot of money.” Osamu sped down the highway. “Too bad we’re on the move again.”

“Again?”

Osamu nodded. “Got the text from Kiyoomi this morning. He’s onto us.”

Imani chuckled. “He really thinks he’s going to catch us, huh? Doesn’t he know we’ll always be one step ahead?”

He intertwined his fingers with hers. “Always.”

Imani learned early on that being with Osamu would be no easy feat. Not only did he never want to settle down anywhere, he couldn’t. His little schemes had put him on the Bureau’s radar long ago (a case of stolen identity gone wrong at the age of 18), which meant that Osamu had to watch his back. It also meant he needed to bring in backup. Luckily, his old friend Kiyoomi had become really tech-savvy over the years and agreed to let him know when the feds were onto him. No phone calls or in person meets. That would be too obvious. A single letter was all that was needed for both of them to understand: A.

These texts were few and far between: Osamu was learning the Bureau’s habits which meant he didn’t need Kiyoomi’s help as often. Especially now with Imani by his side, they dealt with most issues together. They still sent Kiyoomi his full share, though. It’s only fair.

“Where are we going next? “ Imani yawned and stretched in the passenger seat.

“Vegas. Lay low for a while in a place where it’ll be hard to find us. You still have the storage unit, right?”

She nodded. “I took a good portion of our stuff there, and the essentials are in the trunk. The unit is still in my mother’s name too.”

He nodded. “Well, Vegas here we come. Maybe we’ll get hitched?”

“In your dreams.” Imani said, closing her eyes and dozing off.

-Omniscient POV-

*Back at the Pizza Hut, the next day*

“Sir, I just want my refund, that’s all!”

“Ma’am, I’m very sorry. Our systems show you were only paid once. It’s right here on the computer.”

“That’s so strange! There are two transactions from yesterday, and this is the only place I stopped at before heading home. Are you sure?” The older woman sighed.

The conversation was cut short by the chime on the door. Three men with formidable builds in plain t-shirts and jeans were now standing in the waiting area.

“I’m very sorry gentlemen, we’re actually closed for another hour.” The manager called out.

“Actually, if you don’t mind, we are here on business.” The tallest of the men stepped forward, a manila folder in hand. “We want to know if you’ve seen this man.”

The manager furrowed his eyebrows. “Well, his hair is different, but yes. That’s Osamu, our cashier. Why are you looking for him?”

The unknown man shared a glance with his companions, who both nodded.

“Have you heard from him today?” He turned his attention back to the employee.

“No, but he is on the schedule for later today. He’s never missed a day of work, and he’s an amazing worker. I’m sure he’ll show up and clear any problems you may have.”

The man chuckled. This wasn’t different from anything else he’s heard before. “Could you maybe call him and have him come in?”

“I just told you he’s already on the schedule-” The manager trailed off when the man fetched a 3x2 inch card from his wallet. ‘FBI’ was written in big black letters. “Please?”

The manager nodded, dialing the number as quickly as he could.

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected or is no longer in service.” was heard through the receiver.

The FBI agent sighed. “Just as I suspected. We’re too late. I’d suggest you go back into your records to make sure no other money is unaccounted for. I’ll bet he is responsible for this lady’s missing money as well, with which we can provide assistance for the charges.”

“Charges? No, I won’t be pressing charges.” The lady shook her head.

“What? Ma’am, he stole from you. You are entitled to that money back.”

“I’m not pressing charges. Osamu has helped me many times, carrying the pizza out to the car, playing with the kids here on his breaks, and even running back into the kitchen to make me a pizza after closing because I was in a pinch. If he stole from me, he has a good reason. He can keep it.”

Pinching the bridge of his nose, The agent exhaled and said, “Well, I can’t force you. I would encourage you both to give me a call if you need or hear anything.” He handed them both a business card each.

“What do we do now, boss?”

“Let’s head back to the office. He was just here last night, so he can’t be far. As long as he’s out there, I can find him.”

The manager and customer watched the leader of the group storm out, his minions following close behind. It was then that they took a look at the cards in their hands.

Special Agent Atsumu Miya.

It's about time I get back into updating this blog :3.

I'm looking forward to showing you all Osamu and Imani's story !

(Imani's bffs will also make a comeback !!)

-pluto

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msanimedolphin · 1 year ago

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~Back In The Game~

~Chapter Seventeen~

-Series Masterlist-

What happens when a girl who loves volleyball joins a boys' volleyball club? Does she find love? Will she relive her past or move forward? Join (L/N) (Y/N) on a journey with fun twists and turns.

I don't own Haikyuu or any of the characters.

-Last Time-

“The inter-high qualifiers are coming up. But… it’s almost time for him to be coming back.” Daichi says with a knowing look on his face.

“Him?” You ask confused.

“Karasuno’s own… Guardian Deity.”

“A Guardian Deity…?!” Hinata exclaims.

“Do we still have other team members?” Kageyama asked excitedly.

“Yeah. We do.” Suga says sadly. You look at him in concern while Kageyama looks at him in confusion. Takeda calls everyone to the bus to leave, so we make our way that way.

-Meanwhile in Aoba Johsai’s Gym-

“Y’know… Kageyama got pretty freaking good.” Iwaizumi says to Oikawa.

“Yep. All his pent-up genius has found an outlet. I doubt any normal player can keep up with him now.” He responds while tossing a volleyball up and down with one hand.

“Are you admitting that he’s better than you?”

“At setting, yes. I don’t think anyone in the prefecture can top him now. Buuuut… serving, spiking, blocking… those are a different story. He won’t beat me so easily.”

“Say he’s going to beat you as a setting too, you block-head!!” Iwaizumi yells as he throws a volleyball at Oikawa’s head. “You’re our starting setter!!”

“Ow! It’s true!” Oikawa whines. His mood suddenly turns serious. “That’s why we’ll destroy their receivers. Even if he’s a prodigy at setting, it’s meaningless if the ball doesn’t get to him. If we do go up against Karasuno in a tournament…” All of a sudden he turns giddy. “I can’t wait to screw up their entire receiving game! He won’t even get a chance to set! And then I’m going to say to him, ‘Even if you’re really good, you can’t win the game on your own!’ I soooo want to say that to him! It’ll feel sooo good!!”

Iwaizumi just stares at Oikawa in disgust. “...”

“What? Don’t naturals like him tick you off?”

“Smug pretty boys who get all the girls tick me off more!” Iwaizumi exclaims before throwing the ball at Oikawa’s head repeatedly.

“Ow! Jealousy is seriously uncool Iwa-chan!”

*Bap* “Ow!” *Bap* “Ow!” Iwaizumi stops when he hears Kindaichi and a first year with a tired expression talking.

“Karasuno’s manager is kinda scary,” Kindaichi says.

“Eh, I don’t think so…” The other boy says.

“Really?!”

“Yeah…”

“Well, you at least have to admit she’s cute…”

“...She is.” As the two are talking, Iwazumi is listening which makes Oikawa confused as to why he’s not being hit in the head anymore. Oikawa hears them too and starts listening as well.

“Did you see the way she yelled at Kageyama?” Kindaichi asks. The other boy nods in response. “I’ve never seen anyone do that, not even a coach. And the way Kageyama pulled her away from Oikawa.”

“What about me?~”

The two first years jump slightly as they realize Oikawa is behind them.

“W-We were just talking about Karasuno’s first-year manager.” Kindaichi stutters.

“What about her?” Iwaizumi asks, acting clueless while walking up to them.

“U-Uh…”

“How she and Kageyama interact.” The other boy says, covering for him and Kindaichi.

Knowing they aren’t telling him everything, Iwaizumi just looks at them.

“Oh, don’t worry Iwa-chan, I’m sure Kunimi and Kindaichi didn’t mean anything bad, right guys?” Oikawa asks.

“Right!”

“Yeah…”

Iwaizumi sighs before telling them to get back to cleaning the gym.

“I almost forgot…” Oikawa begins, catching Iwaizumi’s attention. “...if we go against Karasuno in a tournament… I’ll be able to see my little cutie again!~” An irk mark appears on Iwaizumi’s face.

“She isn’t yours!!” He yells before chucking a ball at the captain.

“Ow!”

-Karasuno’s Gym 2-

“A little bit of cleanup and we’ll be done!” Takeda announces.

“Kaaay!” Everyone but Hinata and Kageyama say.

“Hey!” Kageyama whisper-yells at Hinata who is falling asleep standing up.

As everyone starts cleaning, including you, you notice Hinata holding a broom and sleeping standing up!

“Hinata, wake up. Give me the broom and go sit down so you don’t hurt yourself.” You try telling Hinata. After a bit, you get the broom from him and go put it away. You see Yamaguchi heading in that direction too so you catch up to him.

“Hey, Yams!” You say excitedly while smiling. Yamaguchi looks at you shocked before blushing and turning his head away from you. ‘Did I do something wrong?’ You wonder. “Hey…you okay?”

“Y-Yeah…”

“Then why are you looking away from me?”

“I-It's just…”

“Just… what?”

“Y-You c-called me Y-Yams…” He says quietly. You’re confused before it finally hits you.

“!!! I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to offend you! I-It just slipped! I-I won’t call you that if you don’t like it!” You say frantically while blushing.

“I-It’s okay. I like it…” He confesses shyly.

“R-Really?

“Yeah.”

“Okay, Yams.” You guys arrive at the equipment storage room. Yamaguchi walks in first and puts his broom in its appropriate spot before turning around and offering to put yours in the same spot. You hand him the broom and thank him. As you’re leaving, you notice a broken broom.

“Hey, Yams.” You say getting his attention and grabbing the two pieces.

“Yeah?”

“Look at this.” You say while holding up the broom.

“I wonder what happened to it.”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Should we throw it away?”

“I think we should ask first.”

“Good idea.” You say nodding your head. Yamaguchi goes to the door before shouting.

“Excuse me! (Y/N) and I found a broken broom and it looks dangerous! Can we throw it away?” You hear someone yell before Suga runs in and takes the broom from you. This shocks and confuses you.

“Just leave it.” Suga begins. “We just need…to fix it, someday.” He continues sadly. “Then we can use it again.” You and Yamaguchi look at each other before shrugging and walking away.

“Okay.” Yamaguchi says. You look at Daichi to see him looking at Suga.

“Daichi?” You say approaching him.

“?” He turns to look at you. “What’s up (Y/N)?”

“Um…Is Suga okay?”

“He will be.”

“I know it isn’t my business, but did something happen? And if so, is there anything I can do to help?”

“It’s alright (Y/N), everything will work out.” He smiles before patting your head and walking away. You look at Suga, who is sadly looking down at the broom in his hands. ‘I hate seeing my friends like this…’ You think sadly with your head down.

-On your walk home-

“Hey, (Y/N)!” You turn to see Hinata, Kageyama, and Tanaka walking behind you.

“What’s up?” You ask, stopping to look at them.

“Want to go get meat buns with us?” Hinata asks as they approach you.

“Sure.”

“Awesome! Let’s go!” You chuckle and start walking with them.

~To Be Continued~

#haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #daichi x reader #hinata x reader #sugawara x reader #tanaka x reader #tsukishima x y/n #yamaguchi x y/n

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pepper-m00n · 3 months ago

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okay SIT DOWN. do i have a lecture for you.

the most cannon ship in haikyuu imo is tsukkiyama, and since you didn't include tskym in your list and i am their #1 fan: i will be explaining my reasoning.

the official art speaks for itself. every devout tsukkiyama fan can list the DOZENS of official art examples where they making heart eyes at eachother. one of my favorite examples of this is in the music album cover where they are litterally gazing longingly and talking about music on the floor. please check it out there are so many posts about this i cant say any more that hasn't already been said. (look up tsukkiyama official art for proof you are welcome)

their charachter arcs litterally revolve around and depend on eachother. tsukkis arc would have never started without yamaguchi yelling at him at the training camp, and yamaguchis whole thing is that he wants to catch up to and be as cool as tsukki is and doesn't want to be left behind and tsukki WANTS HIM TO CATCH UP!!!

yamaguchi puts him on such a high pedestal and looks up to him so much that his whole thing in haikyuu bu (the parody manga) is how much he loves tsukki. idk how you can get clearer than this. the tsukki bento. the i love you tsukki. the putting up posters in the club room. and MORE.

they CANNONICALLY WALK HOME TOGETHER DAILY AND TSUKKI TAKES HIS HEADPHONES OFF THEN YAMAGUCHI IS AROUND AND DOESN'T DO THAT FOR ANYONE ELSE AND PUTS THEM BACK ON WHEN THEY PART WAYS. i litterally do this with people im interested in bc im not a social person and im a headphones girl.

they're one of the only pairings seen to interact post-timeskip (outside of the reunion game) AND its implied they regularly go out!!!! they are litterally at dinner together bruh. and they know things that happened recently so they have to stull be spending a lot of time together.

idk about you but if i only had one friend for most of my life and i shut everyone else out or was too anxious to get close with other people id probably fall in love with them . thats just me tho .

the hug ( WITH cheeks touching and basically squished together) at the end of the inarizaki game where everyone else is in a pile except for them, and yamaguchi pounces on tsukki. this is even more meaningful when knowing that tsukkis not big on touch.

after every big game yamaguchi runs over to tackle tsukishima

akiteru litterally doesn't believe that "kei has other friends besides tadashi" like bruh.

tsukishima has shown to be very anti-touch-- like wincing away from kuroo, refusing to shake hinatas hand, etc, BUT purposely touches yamaguchi multiple times ex) they high five MULTIPLE times, hes touching his hand when passing yamaguchi the number thingy when he's going to serve (when he holds the top for everyone else) etc.

both of their final apperances in the series is them laughing together

yamaguchi gets jealous when other people call him tsukki

MATCHING BAGSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!! THAT WHOLE SCENE IN GENERAL IN THE STORE WHERE WE GET A GLIMPSE OF HOW THEY INTERACT OUTSIDE OF VOLLEYBALL WHEN THEY ARE ALONE AND THEY ARE TEASING AND TSUKKIS SOFT SMILE IS SOOOOO CUTE!!!!!!! like thats how you interact with a person you like or you are dating i mean cmon. watch the scene again and you will see.

yamaguchi used to call him kei-kun and its implied he goes over to his house a lot if he's so close with tsukkis family and is on given name basis with akiteru

they both see eachother as being better than themselves (ex. yamaguchi EVERY single chapter and tsukkis 'hes a man who walks ahead of me')

their whole symbolism with 'cool' and 'lame' how they think of themselves as lame but call the other one cool but hate when the other calls themselves lame and they both are always caught off guard or annoyed when they are called cool because it means that much to them

post timeskip yamaguchi says he wants to go to all of tsukkis games!!!! (cmon. not even close friends commit to that.)

yamaguchis company litterally sponsors the sendai frogs

tsukishima asks other people to stop calling him tsukki but he doesn't care when yamaguchi does it

tsukishima encourages him and actively makes yamaguchi more confident like the 'of course he made the serve hes been practicing more than all of you' and the 'i never thought i could do this by myself' (and it works! yamaguchi is eventually captain!)

the page long flashback parallel right after the serve and block where it goes from little yamaguchi following tsukki from afar, to teen yamaguchi being right behind him, to teammates standing side by side, to tsukki falling behind him. i mean cmon.

yamaguchi blushing while looking at tsukki. open your eyes people.

i dont even know what else i need to put here. i could go on and on about how they sit next to eachother on the bus, or the comments their voice actors have said about them or how relaxed yamaguchi looks around tsukki or how tsukki respects/trusts him more than anyone else up to the point where its more than his own brother but i dont NEED TO. BECAUSE EVEN WITHOUT ALL OF THIS THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO HAND IN HAND AND THEY ARE VERY RARELY SEEN APART FROM EACHOTHER THAT ITS SO HARD TO DENY THEIR CODEPENDENCY.

you could say they are best friends, sure. but i think it speaks wonders that when the fake interview saying they were supposed to be cannon was going around, nobody doubted it because there is so much evidence that it could happen. why not best friends AND soulmates? shouldn't your soulmate also be your best friend? checkmate.

okay yeah that was my little ramble you are welcome! (sorry im passionate)

I like most hq ships but the ones I consider 'most canon' would be kghn, bokuaka and asanoya (maybe even in that order). So like I was wondering what do yall consider to be more 'canon' ships, like there's arguments you could make based on the text for why they'd have to be romantic?

#tsukkiyama #tsukiyama #tsukishima x yamaguchi #haikyu #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #tsukki #yamaguchi #yamaguchi tadashi #yamaguchi x tsukishima #ramblings sorry #in really passionate about them they are my favorites #and they are my favorite dynamic too like cmon #someone PLEASE argue with me about this so i can have an intellectual discussion #also no hate to yamayachi! i think they are so cute too im just personally team tskym #if you couldn't tell #dm me if you are also a tskym nerd pls #mere posts #sort of

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YOU ARE BUILDING A LIFE SIZED SLEIGH????? girl WHAT??? AND NINE (9) N-I-N-E???? REINDEER??? That is absolutely batshit crazy I love it. Are you doing it by yourself? What is the competition for? Were you told to do the sleigh and reindeer specifically or were you like “imma show everyone up by doing the ABSOLUTE MOST.” (In the best possible way ofc lol) Ok for some background info I’m an extremely artsy person and is known for doing the most when it comes to my projects. There’s a TikTok that basically goes “Unlike others, my homosexual audacity makes me believe that I have all the nesceceary skills to accomplish whatever even though I have no prior knowledge in that area.” Which basically describes me to a T. Like if I have an idea I try to do whatever I can to produce that idea. I literally just finished a Medusa head. A fully gold, clay snake-d, clay covered styrofoam head. It’s magnificent…. But it almost made me lose my shit. It was supposed to be and interactive piece but the weight of it was too heavy (despite my homosexual audicty I also have ADHD and anxiety which means I need to get everything I can fit this project done NOW. Screw waiting! Screw planning! Therefore I didn’t take into account the amount of weight it would end up being and how hard it would be to keep it hanging smh) I also had a due date for it that absolutely did not help but whatever. It’s done, and it looks pretty badass if I do say so myself. That being said, I’m really excited to hear more about the sleigh and reindeer. ALSO MOMO LOOKS SO CUTE SITTING ON THE SLEIGH???? SHES SANTAS LITTLE HELPER 🥺🥺🥺

Aria isn’t that photogenic, she usually ends up rubbing her face against the camera or worse- her butt. That was just a lucky shot. I snatched Loki to cuddle with me and he actually did for once???? He usually gets bored and walks away smh. But then he was a really cuddly baby and I was NOT gonna let the opportunity slip away.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR COMMENTS IN MY WRITTING!!!!! they really made my day! I really kept pushing myself to keep going even when I doubted myself. I read online a quote from a famous author (Idr which one lol) that said when writting, consistency is key, even when writting in small amounts. 200 words a day. It adds up. So I always tried to write 200 words a day and would praise myself if I wrote anything considerably more. It’s a pretty good system to be honest, bc then I don’t berate myself for not writing as much as I want myself too.

When It comes to the yams fic it originally came from one of my first Haikyuu fic ideas, which was kind of a reverse harem thing? IDK IF THATS THE RIGHG WORD SKSHJS. like kinda a chose your our adventure/route kind of thing and it would be with several different characters. The idea changed a lot, like for example the love interests you could chose from at the end would be (at some point of my brainstorming process) ALL of the first year boys from Karasuno, Noya and Suga, then Oikawa, Kuroo AND kenma. I limited it down to Tsukki, yams, hinata, (or) noya, (Idr which one) suga and Oikawa after. Basically all the Karasuno first year boys but Kageyama. I don’t think you’ll ever catch me writing for kageyama tbh. He’s very one track minded and I don’t think I’d get his personality right.

Tbh it wasn’t TOO far out there, even with the crazy cast of characters and I really liked some parts of the story idea! but I feel like a lot of the parts between those parts would feel forced or rushed. Like for example, i feel like it was very Oikawa and Tsukishima heavy (which is weird bc they are total opposites) so you could see MC’s and their relationship grow, where all the other boys relationship would feel awkward and out of place. I also feel like when stories have so many routes and options in love it takes away the feelings and what makes a good relationship for the characters, whether it be platonic or romantic in the end. Writting all that down is making me kinda miss the idea LMAO. IT WAS SO CUTE! but I know it isn’t meant to be. Even after deciding against the idea of this massive size I kept a lot of the ideas for it. Again this fic idea came right after watching haikyuu for the first time and I feel like it was my brain trying to fit in as many scenerios and stuff at once into one timeline. After watching more of it and learning more about the individual characters I was able to seperate some of these story ideas and flesh them out. Now would they ever reach any the point where they hit paper (or in my case, a fresh google doc? )That’s another question entirely

The Yams fic originally came from a scene (lmao a deleted scene ig) bASED ON MY INSECURITY. ABOUT MY FRECKLES. *gasp, I know* ok tbh my freckles are a lot different I have them spread out everywhere on my body, including my face. They always kind of annoyed me since they are just kinda randomly dotted on my face, and aren’t big enough (or enough in general) to look like constilations. They aren’t even noticeable enough for anyone to notice but me. Except the marylin Monroe mark right above my lip. I had that one all my life. But still, they annoy me. And like right after I started working on the fic, MORE STARTED APPEARING? LIKE HOW???? ITS WINTER! ITS NOT LIKE THE SUN IS GIVING KE MARKS OR ANYTHING? sigh. But anyway, the scene was supposed to have MC complaining about their freckles, which makes yams want to talk about how he hates his freckles until they say how their freckles aren’t even cute, like his are. idk it was a cute little thing based off my Insecurities. After I scraped the whole thing, along with the little scene I just mentioned, years later I read a Haikyuu or BNHA (I can’t remember which one) scenario where the boys compliment the MCs freckles, which turn out to just be acne. Then VOILÀ! The idea returned! This time new and updated! It was originally NOT supposed to so long or emotional. I just REALLY got into his character and fleshed it out a LOT. It was supposed to be a quick kind of thing, where yams gets embarrassed and flushed, then teased. All that cutesy stuff, but ik that yams has been struggling with his insecurities about his freckles for a long time, and insecurities like those don’t just go away. It’s not always something you can laugh about later. Sometimes the scabs from others words and your own thoughts don’t heal over, and with enough force, they can be picked off to show a fresh wound, like the pain never left. I know what it’s like to have severe anxiety and let small things tumble and grow into something incomprehensible. I know what it’s like to be stuck in your own head and I really wanted to show that. I’m really happy that you could feel his worries through my writing cuz that is 100% what I was aiming for. I hope others who can identity to yams in any way can see themselves in it too.

I might take you up on beta reading one day, when I get a discord. I think I had an account, maybe at some point? But I honestly have no idea how to use it. But I love how you took your psych major daydreams and put them to paper (figuratively, again) by writing haikyuu scenerios and headcannons. Putting your major to good use I see kksjkdkdk 😂. Before I started putting work on tumblr I was super scared about how people would react andd more importantly, how I would react to others reading my work and interacting with it. But tbh, I don’t really care that much? Like it’s weird, I thought I’d be obsessing over it but it’s kinda a background thought. Like it makes me happy when I see people interacting with it and I wish sometimes I cold have more validation in that aspect sometimes but it’s not a NEED. Now it makes me wonder if I should’ve started a fanfic acc before, or if I should be glad I did it now instead of before when I possibly could have let it take over me. Now I just worry about consistency- in posting that it’s.

Which leads me to another question. How do you differentiate between your different blogs? I know you have like two or three, but how do you decide what to put on you personal vs fanfic account? What to reblog on which ones? Bc I know even though I’m writing everyday, I’m not putting out work everyday so my fanfic account kinda sits vacant from time to time, where my main gets daily action (man when I put it that way it seems like my fanfic account is my side chick or something LMAO)

I LOVE HOW YOU JUST LEFT THE CLASS AFTER THEY TRIED PRESSURING YOU LMAO!! Like “oh one sec, I’ll be right back” *narrator voice* “And pea did. not, in fact be right back. She walked straight out the door, and kept walking. And walking. Till she got home. The end.” KAHSAJSJS. iconic. AND I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE BREAKING UP WITH YOUR BF! NOT GF!! There could have been a possibility you said “partner” and I assumed boyfriend, BIT EITHER WAY, I FEEL HOMOPHOBIC IM SO SORRY! but I’m glad you broke up! Like in the nicest way possible!! Dragging out relationships when there’s no spark is just trouble for EVERYONE. like idk why straight people insist on doing it for sooooo long. Like I understand it’s hard, and they are probably quite comfy and change can be difficult for everyone, but there has to be a point where you know that things aren’t gonna fix themselves? Like why wait till everything blows up instead of breaking things off like grown ass adults, not teens in some over dramatic coming of age movie? I can’t stand how in tv shows the standard husband and wife absolutely hate each other. Because it’s supposed to reflect real life (at least in America) where spouses are supposed to fall in love, get married, have kids, then fall apart. LIKE IF YOU CANT EVEN STAND TO BE IN THE SAME ROOM WITH THEM WITHOUT WANTING TO SPEW VERBAL ABUSE WHY CANT YALL GET A DIVORCE??? like I know it’s long process and shit, bit damn, anything is better than that sheesh. And people wonder why whenever someone dies they look at their spouse first smh.

Bruh those beauty standards sound like they are describing an anime character LMAO. That shit ain’t realistic! It’s so wild to hear that your aunt told you not to play too much bc you get “MAN LIKE MUSCLES???” WTF WHO SAYS THAT TO A CHILD? Good for your mom telling you otherwise.

So about the murder house at the college… I don’t go there so I wouldn’t know for sure, but it seems like no one really knows? Or cares? I mean the hs I went to being right next to it never really mentioned it and you’d think that a murder house would cause gossip yknow? I’m pretty sure it happened 20+ years ago so anyone alive during that time wouldn’t be attending the school really, or they would’ve been like infants. GIRL WHAT THE FUCK??? YOUR CREEPY DEATH TUNNEL STORY OUTWEIGHS THE CREEPY OLD MURDER HOUSE THATS NOW USED FOR ADMIN REASONS? I think it’s fucjing insane how horrible things happened and you wouldn’t even know. Whether it’s the murders in my picket fence town or the death tunnels at your Uni. Really shows you how important history books are, huh.

Tbh, when it comes to my cupcake disaster I wasn’t even that late? I thought I’d be though lol. And omg, Asian schools sound fucjing terrifying. They sound so strict and prestigious and very stressful. I don’t think my anxious ass could have handled it. Also, don’t worry you are probably way better at math than I am. All throughout my life I’ve been horrible at math, the only time I wasn’t when I was in like preschool and was excited to learn LMAO. I can’t even count how many time math has made me cry thought just the ages of like 6-18. It’s pathetic, actually.

About genshin, my bestie and tell each other everything, especially the fictional characters we simp for. She’s a big childe simp. I remember one time she told me she was talking to her friend and was like “I wanna see childe naked.” (Joking, but not yknow LMAO) and her friend was like “pedophilia????” SKaksbdjka bUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT. I send her all the pics and memes of childe and some of her other fav fictional men and she send me memes of Kuroo and bokuto LMAO. Some of our convos are WILD. Like they can go from “that’s where my trauma comes from” to “hahah GAE” in the same convo.

Like 2 weeks ago we had this convo

Me: girl I have some bad news

Her: oh no

Me: I have another fanfic idea

Her: oh no

What’s it about?

THEN I JUST DUMP EVERYTHING I HAVE IN THAT IDEA AND SHES LIKE “mood” “gay” “damn” “just like me fr” SKSHAJWH I can’t stand her sometimes. She also calls me out when some parts of the stories are familar to my other ideas (they often build off of each other since 90% of them don’t leave the drafting board of my head. She’s like “new challenge, an MC WITHOUT trauma, where the MCs parents are completely alive and well.” And I’m like 😤 “but that’s no fun!” KEBDKSJSKSB

BUT SPEAKING OF NEW STORY

Ok well technically this is an older one that’s been sitting in my head for a while. I have a really good idea for a hawks series (from BNHA). I probably will never write all of it but the begining is super solid so I might just start from there. BUT! I’m afraid this will completely divert me from my bokuto fic. I think I’m a little over half way done with it but idk my writing can get out of hand. Currently, it is 6,301 words long. The final number should probably be over 8,000 words long, but we will seee

I LOVE YOUR NEW STICKERS! I love how you made the present day(? Technically it’s not present day, but yknow what I mean) and the time skip versions!! AND I LOVE THE EMO MODE BOKUTO!!!! SO CUTE!!! THEY LOOK SO GOOD!!!

ALSO I SHOWED BESTIE THE PHOTOS OF YOUR GENSHIN STICKERS! after I showed her what I said about genshin she said: “GIRL i’m surprised you know so much but at the same time i can imagine considering how much i talked about them lmaooo”

SHE WANTS TO KNOW WHEN YOU START YOUR BUISNESS SO SHE CAN BUT ONE! AND MEE TOO!! but I’m not sure if that possible since international shipping can be a bitch. BUT WE WILL SUPPORT IN SPIRIT!

I look forward to seeing your sticker buisness grow and I’m excited to see how the sleigh looks when it’s finished! Keep me updated!!! Bonus cat pics for you!

i did!! i'll attach the photos below so it wouldn't get in the way with the texts. actually it was like a community competition idk to build camaraderie among neighborhoods so when the adults were brainstorming for an idea i suggested a santa's factory theme and they were like yeahhh that's nice but it would be much cooler if have santa and his reindeer pulling his sleigh and when everyone's asking if anyone could do it NO ONE WAS ANSWERING. so a thing about me in groupworks is when the group grows silent and no one feels confident to try, i dive in head first (as long as i can pull off the task. besides, i want to give it a try too lol. i love creating things) so i volunteered and my mom was supportive of it, actually the entire neighborhood is. i sent them progress pictures and they liked it so much so they encourage me throughout the tedious task and that kept me going. btw that sleigh can fit 2 toddlers i know because i have 2 toddler nephew and niece and they can sit on it side by side lol. anyway, it's purely made from recycled materials :D DAMN your medusa craft sounds amazing!!! omg do you have a photo of it i wanna seee omg!! so we do have smth in common! we love creating things and when we get into the zone we do it with 100% focus

ohhh i like the idea of the reversed harem but just as you said it might be difficult to pull off since there may be characters that are less emphasized than the others so it will be oikawa or tsukishima heavy. that's why it is not recommended to write for many characters because it will be hard to give them the their own spotlight and it will turn out messy and may even risk the plot. if i'm not wrong the maximum characters (major characters) you can write for is 5 but ideally 3 is okay. i tried that tho with my halloween interactive fic (which i have not written for in SO LONG lol i'll get to that) so i tried to incorporate all the characters i could write for in haikyuu but i didn't give them a spotlight. i picked a few to give an elaborate background of, then they others were minor characters. i feel like i'm giving an unsolicited advice 💀 i'm not the best person to give you it but i'm glad i could discuss things related to writing to someone. maybe you can push through with the story idea but pick maybe 3-4 characters you want to focus on and others are minor characters.

about the yams story!! tbh i couldn't relate to the freckles thing but they remind me of my tiny moles 💀 i have them all over my body and even on my face. in our culture it could be seen as a beauty mark but i just couldnt love the one above my mouth (tho it gets complimented by my friends, i just couldnt) but i have fondness for freckles (ironic i know) i find them cute as it somehow adds softness to the person's features hence when i was reading your message i was like "NO WAYYY FRECKLES ARE ADORABLE! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!! I LOVE THEM." but then it reminds me of my tiny moles and i just 🧍🏻‍♀️ lol maybe it's human's nature to love what they don't have and dislike what they have. so even though i do not have freckles, with the emotions and realness of the characters' conflict in your yam's fic i was able to connect/relate to it. keep writing!! :)

yess!! i'm omg i would love to try beta reading heh if i reply late (i always do anyway 😭) send me an ask of your discord name so i can add you immediately and get on w the writing!! aaahh i'm excited hihi yeah!! my major actually contributes a lot to my writing lol. talk about consistency ahhh it's harder to be consistency esp when you're busy (me 💀) about the 2-3 blogs, this (main) blog is purely for fluff fanfics or fics rated general since i started this blog i never intended to write nsfw since i'm more of a fluff writer but since i'm trying to explore more writing styles i opened a nsfw blog. that's my most recent blog and i only have one fic posted there lol i find it difficult to whip a nsfw blog since i don't think that's my strength lol and the personal blog that's where i rb art, fics, post shits (personal shits), and other things lol it's like a dump account honestly. i created a personal account mainly because i didn't want my main blog to appear messy for the readers if ever they want to check my blog. i do post personal things on my main blog but only that is not too personal? or i think is interesting for many to know smth like. it actually depends on my mood whether i'm comfortable to have many people read about what's going on with my personal life aka my childhood enemy who turned hot but my college struggles that gave me anxiety that's kept on my personal blog bc it has less followers and all of them are my mutuals here sooooo heh are you thinking of running more blogs?

it's fine!! it's okay if you thought of a bf instead of a gf lol no worries. omg thank you for congratulating me on breaking up bc i'm proud i did it. breaking up ia tough because it means hurting the person close to you but yeah we have the same idea, i think it's pointless to pretend in a relationship that you are not into. it's like you're wasting you and your partner's time and i don't think anyone deserves to be treated half of how they treat someone they like. i'm kind proud i was able to do it. it is hard lol 💀 but i'm happier now. YEAH i want a more diverse family on shows. single parents, homosexual parents, found family, etc.

i could tell you more stories about the crazy place my uni sits in if i remember them lmao but overall i like experiecing creepy stuff thus the death tunnel thing. my college friends and i are amused by creepy things 💀

if i think of it now... ASIAN SCHOOL DID GIVE ME ANXIETY AND NOT ONLY ANXIETY, LOW SELF ESTEEM TOO WTH dude i think they have a kink for making you feel dumb. i mean, a competitive environment is good but when opportunity to grow is limited, it only gives the students anxiety. i remember having a private tutor until before 7th grade but beginning 7th grade was also the start of my summer classes in math (I AM BAD AT IT I SWEAR I CRY TOO LOL i never aimed to be the best i was okay being average and when i get an above average score at a test I AM OVER THE MOON) and on my senior yr in hs i attended a cram school (i think that's what it is commonly called) it's to review you for college entrace exams because the results is revealed nationwide (more anxiety, everyone knows your taking it ha ha) and it's almost a must for us to pursue a college degree otherwise the elders will think of it as a waste if you don't(?) smth like that so yeah after school and classes i attend cram school where we review lessons from 7th grade to senior hs and we answer tests EVERY MEETING so yeah that burnt me out.

the beauty standard iS THE ANIME. the standard is skinny women with humongous boobs like bruh that aint even possible without an implant like how could all fats be isolated on someones chest and not on other parts of their body that's like basic science THEY MAKE US STUDY SCIENCE SAYING IT'S IMPORTANT BUT MEN HAVE UNREALISTIC HUMAN ANATOMY STANDARDS LIKE WTF now that we're on this topic, i realized i have not adhered to the crazy body standards we have (ofc i used to but that was younger me feeling pressured and all it wasn't a good year in my life but yeah) like tatts and piercings are a taboo and more so if you're a woman and here i am with 7 piercings and planning a tatt. they want petite body and big boobs? you know what? *points at my stomach* this is a flab *points at my boobs* and my tits are small HAVE FUN LMAO i don't think i'm the type to go by the rules or at least the strict standards set by society bc i feel chained. even when my aunt told me to stop engaging in activities that would make me grow man muscles, i'm lifting weights now 😭 idk man i feel like the more i feel boxed in a set of ridiculous rules the more i'm prone to breakaway lol. anyway thats just a quick rant 💀

OMG YOUR FRIEND SOUNDS AWESOME i feel like i can vibe with herrr and that she is a childe simp bRUHHH SHE IS FUN btw the childe naked thing had me chuckling lmaooo that was so out of context and it does sound weird for outaiders bUT DAMNNNN CHILDEEEEE UGH IM SIMPIMG i ship him with zhongli does your friend ship them? i. need. to. know. and!! cynari please kaveh and alhaitham too GOD MYVE Y SHOULD PLAY SO WE CAN SCREAM no pressure BUT !!!! LMAOOO

thank you for the photos i appreciate them A LOT your cats make me happy esp UNDER A CHRISTMAS TREE AHHHH

here's the sleigh as promised (i only have them taken at night since i thought you'd like to see the lights. it's placed on a roof btw lmaooo it's crazy) and here's my friends dog. his name is gokong wei SUCH A CLINGY BABY

thank you for writing to me!! i always enjoy talking to you! may you have/had a great new year and i hope we can end 2023 together too! merry christmas and happy new year, myve ♡

#myve.😺#if there are typos #NO THERE ARENT #peas.tmi.sessions

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violescent-scrolls · 3 years ago

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Calling The Haikyuu Boys ‘Dude/Bro’

Pairings: Sakusa x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Kenma x reader (reader is gender neutral in all three!)

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of insecurities in Kenma’s but honestly this is mostly just straight up fluff, attempt at humor

A/N: AHH this is my first time writing for most of these characters (I’ve only written for Sakusa once before) so I hope they’re not OOC. These were fun so if you’d like to see these for a particular haikyuu character lmk and I’ll try my hand at writing for them

Kiyoomi Sakusa

This man will not hesitate to shut this down immediately.

Scoffs and grimaces in disgust at your words.

Literally acts as if you sneezed on him or something smh.

Will ask you not to call him that ‘cause he’s your boyfriend, not your *gags and shudders* bro.

Will get very blushy and flustered if you tease him about it.

“Bro, you’ll never believe what I just found!” you exclaimed as you rushed over to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, who was pushing along the grocery cart as he diligently followed you around, occasionally stopping to pick up items that piqued his interest. You were carrying a handful of disinfectant wipes with a proud look on your face. “They’ve got a buy one get one free offer for the lemon-scented wipes you like so much. What a steal, right? We’re almost out of them at home so I think we should stock up while we’ve got the chance. There were more but I couldn’t really carry them all by myself so I figured we could go back together.”

You were shocked to find your boyfriend scowling. You were so sure he’d be even more thrilled than you were, considering how fast he went through his cleaning supplies. You were even more shocked when he lifted his hand to flick your forehead, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to let out an indignant ‘Hey! What was that for?!”

“Don’t call me that. I’m your boyfriend, not your bro.” He damn near whined out. “How would you like it if I called you bro?”

Instead of answering his question, you took this as an opportunity to tease your usually oh-so-stoic-and-unbothered boyfriend.

“Awww, Omi” you gushed, “your wish is my command. What would you prefer I call you? Love? Honey? What about dear? Oh, I know! Sweetie pie! Or how about pumpkin? Perhaps even my beloved?”

The more embarrassing nicknames you suggested, the more flustered your Omi got. While the bottom half of his face was covered, you could clearly see the tips of his ears turn an adorable shade of pink.

“You’re intolerable.” He groaned out, readjusting his mask in an attempt to hide his red face.

He pushed the cart leaving you in the frozen food aisle with about 12 disinfectant wipe containers clutched in your hands.

“Omi! Love! Wait for me! I don’t wanna carry these anymore, they’re so heavy,” you whined out.

“Should have thought about that before being such a brat, babe,” he shouted with a smirk, though he slowed down so you could catch up to him at the end of the aisle, his chest feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Toru Oikawa

Please, he is so dramatic.

Will go all out on the theatrics. Waterworks, whines, the works.

By the end of the interaction you’ll be so done with him you’ll regret your slip up.

One thing’s for sure, you’re never calling him dude or bro ever again.

He’s so embarrassing but you love him so…

You were at the mall doing some window shopping with your boyfriend, Toru, when all of a sudden something caught your eye.

“Bro, look at that shirt and pants combo. Pretty cute, right? Maybe I could wear it next time we go out with our old classmates. I wonder if they have my-”

You were quickly interrupted by Oikawa who let out a gasp loud enough to catch the attention of several people walking by. He held his right arm up to his chest, placing his hand where his heart is located, and looked away from you woefully. Drama queen.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you asked, feeling embarrassed by all the stares. You tried to get him to stop calling so much attention to the pair of you by dragging him along but he only huffed at you.

“Y/N-chan!” Oikawa whined out, “Don’t call me those names. They’re so unromantic. I’m your boyfriend, not some ‘dude’. People will think we’re not together.”

“People will have a real reason to think that if you don’t stop causing a scene,” you warned, crossing your arms. Though both of you knew your threat was as empty as threats could get, you really did want him to shut up so people would stop staring and giggling.

“Don’t say that! You’re always so mean to me, the man you love,” he sniffed, finally looking at you. “There are so many other things you could call me.”

“Like what?” you asked, “Shittykawa?”

Toru let out a scandalized gasp. “Y/N! You’re being so mean to your boyfriend. You’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan. He’s such a bad influence.”

He was being so loud right now you could feel the burning stares of everyone around you.

“Toru! You’re being embarrassing right now,” you hissed. You weren’t really mad at him, more so mildly irritated by his childish behavior. After all, you loved your boyfriend very much, theatrics and all.

Toru finally let you drag him to the shop that had caught your eye, but only when you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

For the rest of your visit to the mall, Oikawa kept proposing nicknames you could use for him instead of ‘dude’ or ‘bro’, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“How about… love? My one and only setter? Wait! I’ve got the perfect one. Snookums.”

Kenma Kozume

His reaction would be the most subdued of them all.

That’s not to say the nickname wouldn’t bother him, rather he would let the interaction stew in his brain over hours as he agonized over what you called him.

It won’t be until later when you’re both at home that he tentatively brings up the subject, quietly asking you not to call him that again.

Will probably act like it's not a big deal and it doesn’t bother him but it really does.

He’s literally everything, please reassure him and give him cuddles and call him cute nicknames.

This was one of those rare occasions when the two of you (mainly Kenma) willingly went out to the mall. A part of his computer’s cooling system had been giving him problems and he had a 24-hour charity stream in two days and he really couldn’t afford to have his computer failing him halfway through. Usually, he’d order these things online but with such short notice and his preferred company for buying these sorts of things being overseas, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get the computer fixed in time. So, with a lack of enthusiasm and you there for moral support, he left the comfort of your shared apartment in search of the nearest reliable electronics shop.

It really wasn’t so bad. It was a Monday morning so there weren’t many people there. He’d been recognized by one or two people but they’d been nice enough, simply saying hi and leaving them be.

While he looked at different pieces, looking for the right one, you’d wandered off to look at the videogames area.

“Dude! Look what they have,” you exclaimed, shoving the slim box with the words ‘Pokémon Legends: Acerus’.

He smiled at your excitement, looking at you fondly as you continued to ramble enthusiastically about the game.

“Bro, I’ve been dying to play this game for ages. I heard the gameplay is totally different from that of the other games. A streamer I was watching the other day said she loved it and she’s got similar tastes to you so I think you’d enjoy it too. Do you think we buy two copies or just share one? You know what, I think we should just get two ‘cause I heard it was kind of addictive and you know how we both get when it comes to video games.”

Kenma nodded in agreement telling you to grab another one and meet him back here so the two of you could pay. He had the computer part he wanted in his hands thanks to an employee who’d been kind enough to notice he was having trouble finding what he wanted, despite Kenma feeling too anxious to request his assistance.

“Woah, your friend’s pretty passionate about videogames, huh? That’s really cute,” the employee commented, something akin to interest shining in his eyes.

Kenma’s skin pricked uncomfortably. Why on Earth would that employee say that? To your boyfriend, no less. The way the guy said that didn’t really sound platonic. Did he- did he think you were single?

All of a sudden, it hit him. You’d called him ‘bro’ and ‘dude’. Those weren’t exactly terms of endearment. To the employee, you probably looked like you were just friends.

You came back with two copies of the game and Kenma quickly dragged you to the cash register before the man could start a conversation with you.

You were worried about how quiet Kenma was on the ride home. Kenma was a quiet person, sure, but when it came to you conversation would flow naturally. Something was obviously bothering the poor man but after dating him for so long and being friends for even longer, you knew better than to pry. He’d tell you what was bothering him when he was ready and any attempts to get him to talk about it before he was ready would only make him act distant.

And you were right, of course. A few hours later you were sitting on the couch of his streaming room, playing the game you had just bought on your switch while Kenma fiddled with his newly repaired PC.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kenma quietly called out to you after a while, voice tentative.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You asked, saving your progress and putting away the consol so you could give him your undivided attention.

“In the future, could you maybe not call me dude or bro?” he asked in a faux nonchalant tone.

Being his long-term significant other, you immediately saw through him.

“Yeah of course. Can I ask why?” you watched as he messed with his setup, lowering his head so that his hair shielded away most of his face from your view.

“It’s nothing,” Kenma mumbled. You could tell he was trying to find the right words, however, so you patiently waited for him to continue. “It's just that… people might think we’re not together if you call me that and I don’t think I like that. Actually, I know I don’t.”

Upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, you were quick to rush over to him and sit on his lap with your face just a few inches away from his.

“Of course, Kenken! I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t even notice that I called you that. I was so caught up in the game. I’ll never call you that again, though, I promise,” You reassured, kissing the tip of his nose and cuddling up to him in the way you knew he liked.

The rest of the day was spent in a similar manner, with you showering Kenma with affirmations and love and Kenma looking at you with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration

#sakusa x reader #oikawa x reader #kenma x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! fanfiction

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oh-my-may · 2 years ago

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Suna as your boyfriend headcanons

suna relationship headcanons? hes my fav charater and i loved your osamu Christmas cookies fanfic so i went to go see some more things you have written and i noticed that there was nothing for suna, and i really like your work so i was wondering if you could possibly write something for him. its perfectly fine if you dont have the time or just done want to.

A/N: Woah, anon, me too. I love Suna, he turned into one of my favorite characters when I read the manga, he's just so pretty <33

Also this is very long and detailed at times, it's been a while since I last wrote "headcanons" so instead during fitting parts I just straight up wrote a paragraph

word count: 2.5k

warnings: none, not proof read

My requests are open! Leave something for me there

Okay listen, being with suna might be one of the most chill things out there, like on a scale of all haikyuu characters he’s #1

But let’s start at the beginning

Suna is lowkey about his feelings. He keeps 98% of his feelings to himself and works through stuff on his own, and most of the time unfortunately he doesn’t find a solution for his problems like this and he doesn’t know how to approach things, ESPECIALLY when it comes to… love

When he was younger his family referred to him as a late boomer bc he never brought home a partner

The thing is… There were people he was interested in. But it never lasted long, or the feeling was not intense enough in order for him to actually consider making a move. It never bugged him.

Well, until High School when he got to know the Miya twins and (unfortunately) became friends with them quite quickly. And they were just so … so … much. So much of everything. Suna did not like that, he found their bickering to be amusing at best, a funny video on his phone he can replay for a laugh. But sometimes they came up with these silly competitions and bets. And sadly, he was involved in them quite soon after getting to know them. It was dumb insignificant stuff most of the time. Slowly steal Aran’s pens, one at a time out of his pencil case until none were remaining. Sometimes they also came up with stuff involving… well… romance. They were teenagers after all, it’s a quite prominent topic. Suna just made a face whenever the topic came up and of course the twins noticed his apprehensiveness towards the topic fast enough to come up with a plan. “Hey Suna, make a conversation longer than two minutes with a person you bump into today. Dare. We’ll clean the club room in your stead.” Suna hated that idea. What he heated even more though, was doing “unnecessary” tasks like moving too much while cleaning. Kita took care of that anyways. So he just sighed and nodded. Fine, then. Bold of them to assume he’d bump into anyone at all, he’s tall enough to clearly see everyone around him, there was no way someone would actually manage to bump into him without him avoiding it.

Or so he thought, because he did not see your clumsiness coming. How could he have. You were carrying big maps in your arms, a few too many for your size and arm length. Shame on you for being foolish enough to think you could carry the materials for two people since your friend was sick today. So after class, as Suna made his way up the stairs to his classroom, you came stumbling down with the maps in your arms threatening to fall all over the place. You almost managed to prevent the crisis. Almost. Someone must have lost a candy wrapper earlier today and not noticed. Now, with the tile floor of the stairs along with your slippery shoes, it was only a matter of time before you slipped and fell. You only caught a glimpse of someone coming up the stairs you were walking down. Inan attempt to save not anly your life and theirs you let go of the maps and cried out a “WAtch OUt-!” Suna looked up then, eyes widening as he watched the maps collapse down the stairs in front of him. He pressed his body to the railing, while holding out an arm to try and catch the falling materials. He did not succeed in that, but instead caught hold of your outstretched hand that was gripping after the maps. Surprised by the sudden skin contact you yelped and came to a hold in a weird crouching position in front of him, his long fingers wrapped around your wrist which most likely prevented you from falling to your knees completely.

Both of you shared a look before watching the maps rol down the last flight of stairs and finally stop at the foot of the platform. You sighed at the sight. “Great.” Was all you could utter in a less motivated tone now. Then you remembered the boy next to you, with your wrist still in his hold. “Uh, thanks for saving my life.” Suna was still perplexed. Did the Miyas have telekinetic powers? Did they plan this? “You’re welcome.” A quite polite answer from him. “Saved my own in the process, it seems.” He nodded towards the bundle of maps at the foot of the stairs. You could just answer with a helpless sound. “Sorry for this. Almost didn’t see you, I must have slipped on something.” Suna could still just look at your figure. He felt quite captivated by the way you talked to him so effortlessly despite never having met him. He was not rude, just quiet. He greeted others with silent nods and never made small talk. And here you were blabbering about how you got in this situation in the first place, talking about your geography teacher and sick friend, forming the grandest apology he’s ever heard from another teenager. Suna was so captivated that in his trance he said something you would have never heard him say: “So, do you need help carrying those?” A phrase his teammates never heard him say before. Suna Rintarou? Doing work he doesn’t have to do? What was wrong with him.

Suna is the type of guy that’s quite oblivious to his own feelings and for a big part also those of others. It’s a result of never paying attention when he felt a twinge of affection for people in the past. After your first encounter, Suna often found himself hanging out with you. The twins didn’t even know of your existence for the first few weeks. Suna just kept disappearing during breaks without a word, he was the first to leave practice and he spent even more time looking down at his phone. They first met you at a match, where you greeted Suna with a big smile and wave and shouted his name to cheer him on. “my gawd, he’s gotten himself a fan.” could be heard from Atsumu, who felt a twinge of jealousy and earned a kick from his brother. You hung around them a lot more afterwards and learned their antics personally, after Suna had spent way too much time ranting about them in your lunch break meetings or through text messages. There were weeks filled with those meetups and phone calls, you even met at the twins’ home to play video games, you came to his matches and sometimes to watch his practice, too. Weeks until Atsumu exploded after practice one day, grabbed Suna’s collar and shouted: “So what’s this with Y/N, huh? You just playin’ or somethin’? What’s wrong with ya?”

Suna did not know what he was talking about right of the bat. His eyes wandered to Osamu, who was usually a bit more calm and level-headed. He usually saved Suna from these situations. This time though he stood next to his brother and had the same look on his face. “Do you like them, you giant loaf, or nah?”

DID he like you? Of course he did, otherwise he wouldn’t hang out with you. “You stupid bloke, that’s not what we meant!” “Are ya in love with ‘em?” Oh. Is that why he felt so weird hanging out with you, compared to when he was hangout out with the team? Was that the reason why he felt so light and carefree with you? Is that why he texted you first and last thing in the day? When the Miyas noticed that clearly, they had reached something in him, they let go of him. “Man, ya gotta make a move. Y/N’s definitely into you but they’re way too nice to make the first move. Don’t wanna get rejected, I guess.” With those words Osamu gave him a pat on the shoulder and left.

It took Suna another two weeks to think about all this. Was he finally in love now? Was he so stupid he didn’t even notice how much nicer you were to him than your other friends?

His confession came unplanned. It was before an important qualifying match for nationals. He wasn’t nervous before those, usually. But today you were there. When he saw you waiting in the big hall before the gym, clad in Inarizaki colors and colourful smudges on your cheeks, holding a bigger box with something, looking out for… Well, most likely him, his heart definitely did some gymnastics he wasn't used to. When you finally caught sight of him and the team you got all excited, smiling from ear to ear and almost toppling over in the process, he had to look away and gulp. You were so so adorable and nice and sweet and pretty, there was no way he could ever do this. “Good luck! You got this, I’m sure. I mean, I’ve seen you practice, you’re definitely prepared!” You beamed at them. “Thank you, Y/N! See you after the match!” Atsumu answered with smug laughter and then got pushed away by his brother, who patted Suna’s back YET AGAIN as the team left. “Here, I even have a surprise for you.” You held up the box in front of his face, then. His eyebrows knitted. “What’s that?” You smiled triumphantly. “Well… Last week we went to that café with the twins after your practice, right? You mentioned your favourite pastry and how you barely see it in shops, so I thought that after the match… No matter how it will end – I mean of course you’ll win! – it would be nice if you had it, no?” “I love you.” The words slipped out before he had even realised. He was so enamoured by your deed, the way you were speaking then, that everything was overflowing all at once. “Woah… What?” You were about equally as shocked as he was. Your expressions mirrored each other. Suna wanted to ram his head against a wall but refrained. It was too late to take it back, now. “I’m being serious. I’m just a stupid idiot who doesn’t know anything about stuff like this so I didn’t know what was going on, so sorry if I hurt you. I will cherish the pastries after the match no matter what.” Feeling bold, he took your hands and pressed them tightly against his chest. “Talk to you after the match?” You just nodded, all light-headed from the sudden confession and change of pace in your relationship.

Surprisingly, afterwards not a lot of things changed. You still hung out at school, after practice, he walked you home or picked you up. You hung out with the twins, played video games, you sat in front of him at the gym when he exercised to motivate him. Just from now on, the looks you exchanged had more affection in them. He placed his hand on your back or over your shoulders when you were standing somewhere. He placed his head on your thighs when you came to watch their practice and he needed a break, so you stroked his hair only for both of you to get scolded by Kita. Now, he took your hand when you walked to get coffee and took pictures of you. So many pictures and videos, of almost all things you did.

That’s how he preserves your relationship. He probably has about 10 folders on his laptop filled with your shared memories of late night trips to the grocery store, his matches where you came to cheer him and the team on, lazy afternoons at the Miya’s who just got annoyed that they were now friends with a couple, and many more

Dates with Suna are spontaneous most of the time and he prefers staying inside and hanging out. His love language is quality time and you learn that quite quickly. He just comes over at random times to do his homework even though you have to learn something completely different. But he does not mind, as long as you’re both in the same room. Trying new video games, reading to each other, cooking and baking together, watching movies and shows – that’s how you usually spend your time. But Suna also enjoys taking you to the cinema, or walks out of the city up the local hills, away from civilization where you’re just surrounded by endless fields and giant trees. When he got his driver’s license he often picked you up at random times of the day and you just drove off to some place, sometimes rounding the same block 20 times or completely leaving everything behind for 3 hours. As long as you’re next to him and you both can listen to the music you both enjoy the most, he’s contempt with everything

As mentioned before, he’s big on subtle PDA, but do not ever kiss him in public. Let him initiate the PDA, a hand on your thigh or waist or back, a cute pat on your head, stroking your cheek and then pinching it – those are his go-tos. Good luck kisses before matches only become a thing for you after he leaves High School and joins the higher leagues and the games get more serious. It only happened a few times that he was so ecstatic after a match that he came up to you and kissed you right there on the spot for everyone to see. He usually likes to keep your relationship to himself when it comes to things like this.

However, he loves posting pictures of you. You know those slightly blurry pictures? Yeah, tons of those of you in his stories with either really stupid captions or a single black heart

Suna may seem lazy but he’s a hard worker and knows what he wants in life. Almost as important as his own future is yours to him. He’s your biggest hype man and supporter. Accompanying you to important exams, helping you learn and make hard decisions for your future. He just needs you to learn that he’s always there and you can tell him anything.

A thing you have to accept with Suna is that as much as he cherishes time with you and loves spending time with you, he needs time to himself as well. He’ll send you a small text or leave a small note about heading out for a while and you will find him coming back at night, the fresh air of the night wind around him, signalling that he went on a long drive with the windows down for a while

And … that’s about all I have to say for now. Suna’s my type of man definitely, 12/10 would date IF he was real :’)

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ichigomis · 3 years ago

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Hello!!! I just discovered your blog and I am absolutely in love with it!! I'm so glad i found you 🥺 and even gladder to find that your requests are open!! Lol jk.

So can I request, a fluff hc or something (it's up to you sweetheart) about meeting the haikyuu boys for the first time? Not really love at first sight or something but, they kinda like find you cute?? It's really up to you though!! With Sakusa, Kita, and Kuroo?? (And if it's not too much, akaashi and atsumu too?) Thankss a lot!!

HAIKYUU BOYS MEETING YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME

with: sakusa, kita, kuroo, akaashi, atsumu

notes: OHMYGOD I LOVE MEET CUTES SO MUCH! and hello nonnie ur sooo sweet thank you so much ♥ —fluff! and crack!

❊ SAKUSA couldn't help himself. for some reason unknown to him, he finds himself following you to the biscuits aisle. maybe it was your cute smile or the way your voice sounded just like honey to him—he's intrigued and doesn't know why. he suddenly stops in his tracks as he sees you getting an item off the back of the shelf, a little practice he does too. instantly, he's entranced.

he never planned on talking to you, really, he didn't want you to feel uncomfortable or anything. but seeing you tiptoeing with your hands reaching up the top shelf, he just couldn't help himself.

his frame towers over you and his hands easily reach for the back of the shelf. he takes a pack of the strawberry biscuits you were reaching for and hands them to you.

"oh! thank you, and you got it off the back shelf!" the smile that caught his eyes now plasters your lips and he couldn't help but let his own slip out.

"yeah, it's cleaner and-"

"-the expiry date is later!" you say with him as if it was a universally known fact. and at that moment he's all the more intrigued and entranced. he doesn't know why, but to him, all that doesn't matter.

❊ KITA finds himself spending the morning of his weekend moving pots and plants around which was, according to his grandma, for a little flower planting event the neighborhood was doing. he was doing his own thing when something, or rather someone, catches his eye.

"shinsuke," he immediately whips his head towards his grandma who is now grinning from ear to ear, "you seem out of it, my dear boy." she says knowing very well why he was "so out of it".

he opens his mouth to explain but is suddenly cut off, "granny!" you beam walking towards their direction, flowers on hand. you looked lovely under the morning sun and kita just couldn't look away. in fact, he couldn't take his eyes off of you since earlier.

and unbeknown to him, his grandma noticed, "you're finally here!" she strides over to you, dragging her grandson with her, "this is my grandson, shinsuke." with a scheming grin, she introduces him to you. and with an exchange of polite bows and little smiles, his grandma decides to seal the deal, "ah! and he's very single!"

❊ KUROO feels as if he was in a rom-com movie for everything seems to be running in slow-motion. he couldn't see anything else but you—you and the way your eyes creased when you laughed too hard or the way you cutely sipped on your drink. he's blatantly staring and he couldn't care less.

"stop staring." yaku suddenly nudges him out of his trance and he instantly straightens in his seat, clearing his throat.

he takes a bite from his food and chews it in pretend uninterest, "i wasn't staring." he lies which earns eye-rolls and scoffs from his tablemates.

he pays them no mind for he was already far too busy, busy planning how he'd talk to you right after this.

❊ AKAASHI pats the raindrops off his coat, mentally cursing himself for not bringing an umbrella despite seeing the weather forecast. but it wasn't all that bad, for you, a lovely stranger, were beside him. you two wait for the rain to stop, exchanging casual looks and friendly smiles now and then. and despite the serene of the scene, his mind is raising.

should he talk to you? would you think he's being weird? what if you don't really want to talk? but what if he never sees you again?

"um," your voice breaks through his overthinking thoughts like a clear sky and he looks at you, "i'm going to a cafe nearby to wait the rain out. would you..." you fiddle with the umbrella in your hand as he waits for you in anticipation, "like to come with me?"

suddenly, all his doubts are nowhere to be found when he answers, "i'd love that." and as he holds your umbrella up for you, shoulder wet from the rain just to make sure you were dry, he mentally celebrates that he paid the weather forecast no mind.

❊ ATSUMU isn't paying attention, which was, when it came to volleyball, quite unheard of. he just couldn't focus, not since you came into the gym holding the other team's belongings, and most especially not when you started laughing and smiling as you exchanged small talk with everyone.

he had to get your attention, he just felt like he had to, and he knew just the perfect way to do this. he shoots the ball up in the air and hits it with one of his famous jump serves. the ball swooshes past the court, catching the attention of everyone in the gym. and as you whip your head around to the loud sound across the court, the very ball hits your abdomen—its sheer strength sending you tumbling to the floor.

"i-i'm sorry! i'm so so sorry!" you lift your head to see him kneeling beside you, eyes darting from your abdomen to your face, guilt written all over him.

you wave him off, "i'm fine, i just need to-"

"-no! lemme take ya to the nurse's office." he cuts you off, already helping you up and supporting you in his arms. "please, lemme do at least that." with a sigh and nod of defeat, you let him lead you out the gym. well, it was a mission accomplished nevertheless.

p.s.: i made these not-so love at first sight as much as possible but what can i do,, these boys are just that whipped for you

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lostinthewiind · 3 years ago

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Piss Off Your Parents - Part 10 (Final)

Ukai Keishin - Haikyuu

Synopsis: freshly turned 18, you want to prove to your parents that you aren’t a child for them to push around anymore. First, get a job at the local corner store. Second, use the store owner’s 26-year-old son with piercings and a cigarette addiction to piss your parents off. Third, accidentally fall in love.

Rating: PG13

Warnings: none

Song → 18 by Anarbor

Previous → Part 9

1 Year Later

"All right, team, let's call it a day!" You heard your coach call, heads immediately swiveling in his direction when he addressed the team. "Good practice today. Enjoy your weekend and I'll see you all next week."

Wiping away the beads of sweat that had accumulated on your forehead with the back of your hand, you started for your bag on the sidelines of the soccer field and took a long drink of water.

While you packed up your gear, you waved goodbye to your teammates, telling them you would either see them at the next practice or in class if you shared a class with them.

Grabbing your bag, you swung it over your shoulder and reflected back on the practice. Even though the team was strong and your coach was great, you couldn't help but wonder if you were ready for the upcoming first game of the season. It was pretty much a miracle that you had even gotten accepted to the University of Tokyo in the first place, let alone the fact that you made the soccer team, so you were doing everything in your power to keep your place both at the university and on the team.

As you headed off campus to catch the bus to your apartment, your phone started ringing from inside your bag, the ringtone muffled slightly by the clothing it was buried underneath.

Fishing the device out, you took note of the caller ID before answering the call. "Hey, Mom," you greeted.

"Hello." Her voice was monotone, but the fact that she had called at all was a significant step in the right direction so you didn't let the seeming lack of emotion bother you. "I was just calling to make sure you're still coming for your father's birthday dinner tonight."

Checking the time on your phone quickly, you nodded to yourself. "Yes, practice just finished up. I've just got to head home and shower quickly and then I'll catch the train. Should be there in a few hours."

"Good, good," she replied. "I look forward to hearing how your classes are going."

"Oh, yes. They're going well but I'll tell you more tonight."

"Perfect," there was a pause on the line before she continued. "If I remember correctly, you have a soccer game next weekend?"

You were genuinely taken aback that she had remembered. "Yes, the first game of the season."

"Your father and I were thinking about attending . . . that is, if that's okay with you."

It was your turn to pause now. "I would like that," you told her. "I would really like that."

"Well, that settles it then."

Soon after, you said your goodbyes and hung up the phone call, assuring your mother that you would be back in Miyagi later that day. Minutes later, your bus arrived and you tucked your phone away, still a little dumbfounded about what your mother had said.

Apparently, when she and your father had said they wanted to do better as parents, they had meant it. Thankfully, you moving to Tokyo and pretty much dropping everyone in Miyagi had forced them to realize just how broken your relationship with them was.

You were mostly just relieved that they hadn't dropped you and forgotten you altogether.

After getting back to your apartment, you showered, grabbed the bags you had packed the night before, and headed out. The train ride was just under two hours long.

Being back in Miyagi was a strange feeling. Although it had only been a year, the time spent away felt like an eternity—long enough for you to think about everything and seriously change your way of thinking, at least.

You liked to think you were a different person than you were the last time you stepped foot in your hometown, but that wasn't so easy to determine. Especially not when you passed through the familiar streets and felt old feelings resurface.

Despite this, however, you tried your best to put everything behind you and leave the past in the past. More than anything, you just wanted to continue looking forward and worrying about what was to come instead of what already was.

Dinner that night with your parents was the most civil encounter you had had with them in a very long time. The conversation was respectable and polite and the atmosphere was much less suffocating and restricting than you had imagined it would be.

Your parents actually followed up about your soccer game, proving your mother hadn't just been all talk when she had mentioned it earlier. They actually seemed invested in your classes even though none of them were following the law degree you knew they still secretly wished you were pursuing.

They even asked about your personal life. The fact that there was nothing to tell on that front was beside the point. Classes, soccer, and your part-time job at a little cafe kept you more than busy enough.

And maybe you still hadn't gotten over the last time you opened up to someone . . . but you would never admit that fact.

Overall, however, the entire evening had actually been enjoyable.

After getting back to your parents' house, the house you had grown up in, you decided to take a walk to clear your mind. The night breeze was cool and the silence that came with being back in a small town was calming when you had been forced to get used to the hustle and bustle of the big city.

Warm sweater wrapped tight around your body, you headed out for your stroll. It didn't take you long to realize that you had been subconsciously following a familiar route . . . but even when you noticed where you would eventually end up, you didn't stray from your path.

A quick ten minutes later, you found yourself standing outside Sakanoshita Market; a place that had such an impact on you despite the fact that you spent a relatively short period of time there.

The lights to the store were off except for the fridge lights in the back that gave the inside a soft glow. You didn't spend too much time analyzing the shop itself though. Your gaze quickly shifted up to the apartment above and your mind quickly shifted to wondering about the man who inhabited it.

The lights in the apartment were also off, so it was possible Keishin was sleeping already. Because it was a Friday night, however, the more plausible scenario was that he was out drinking.

As a particularly cold gust of wind sent a shiver down your spine, you stuffed your hands into your pockets as you thought back to the night everything had changed so drastically and so quickly.

The argument played clear as day in your head, the words you had both said that night never quite leaving your memory completely. The sound of the door slamming shut when Keishin had stormed out made you shiver more than the wind.

You drew in a deep breath when you remembered how long you had sat on the couch waiting for him to come home. When morning finally came and the sun began to rise, you had realized you probably wouldn't see him again.

The following day you worked your last shift at the store. The following night you packed up your shit from his apartment and returned home to your parents with your tail between your legs.

Surprisingly, they didn't rub it in your face. They didn't even say 'I told you so.' You stayed with your parents for another week before you left for Tokyo and started your new life.

"Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat when the familiar, low, nicotine-affected voice sounded out through the quiet night air. You knew who it was without even having to look. For a while, that voice was the first one you heard in the morning and the last one you heard before going to bed at night.

Working up the courage to face your past, you turned on your heel and forced a smile. "Hey." You tried to appear as calm and composed as possible. "Keishin . . ."

A blanket of silence fell over the two of you, thick and heavy. You took that time of awkward uncertainty to inspect the man before you, who, much to your delight, hadn't changed a bit. His dyed hair was still held back by a headband, his ears still had the same piercings that you remembered him having, and best of all, a cigarette drooped from his lips.

You never thought that you would ever say this, but you had actually missed the constant presence of the smell of cigarettes.

"I didn't know you were back in town," he said, smoke spilling from his lips as he spoke.

"Just for the weekend. It's my dad's birthday."

"You speak to your parents still?"

You shrugged. "On and off. They're making an effort. I am too."

You watched as he plucked the cigarette from his mouth before dropping it onto the cement and putting it out with the toe of his shoe. "How's Tokyo?"

That question caught you off guard a little. You had never told him that you had decided to go to Tokyo after all, but then again, it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure out where you had disappeared to. It wasn't like you had had many other options.

"It's good." You nodded. "I suppose I should thank you for that . . . so, thanks."

"Yeah." He scratched the back of his neck nervously and realized that you had put him in an uncomfortable position, standing between him and the door to his apartment.

"Well, I should get going now." You moved out of the way, making it clear that you weren't going to force him to have to fight through a conversation with you just to get into his own place. "It was nice seeing you again."

Before you could take off, he stopped you. "Why did you come here?" he asked.

Stopping in your tracks, you turned back toward him and shrugged. "I honestly have no idea," you answered. "Nostalgia? Memories? Because I wanted to see the store again? Because I was hoping to see you again? I couldn't tell you."

"You wanted to see me?" His eyes widened in shock. You couldn't tell if the possibility of that made him happy or not.

You shrugged again. "Maybe."

"Why?"

You thought back to when you had told Keishin that you loved him, immediately followed by him storming out. "I don't know." Picking up on the confusion in his tone, you turned to leave again. "It was probably a bad idea."

"Did you miss me?"

You stopped in your tracks once again. "What?" You looked over your shoulder at him.

"While you were gone did you miss me?"

You furrowed your brows at him. "Why would you ask me-"

"I missed you," he said before you could finish your sentence.

Unsure about what kind of game Keishin was playing, or if he was even playing a game at all, you crossed your arms and shook your head. "You were the one who told me to go. You left me. If you regret that now, that's not my problem."

He drew in a breath, slow and steady. "Doesn't mean I didn't miss you. I did it for you."

Before, those final five words would have dug underneath your skin and chipped away at you to no end. Now, however, the sentiment actually meant something. "I already said thanks," you told him. "What more do you want from me? In the end, everything worked out exactly how we had planned it from the start."

You knew your words hurt him. But maybe that was what you were going for. After the way he had hurt you, maybe he deserved it.

"I wish we had done it all differently." He took a cautious step toward you.

"I wish we hadn't done it all," you snapped.

Keishin shook his head. "Don't say that."

"Why not?"

"Because I love you." His words pierced you, sharp and burning like a freshly forged blade. "And you love me too . . . well, you used to, at least."

You couldn't help but scoff. "Don't pull that shit with me. You made it perfectly clear that I meant nothing to you when you left and didn't come back."

"Just because I didn't say it doesn't mean I didn't feel it."

You were completely bewildered at what was going on right now. "Why are you telling me all of this now?! Why didn't you say it back when it mattered?! Back when I was begging you to say all of this!"

"Because I didn't want to drag you down with me. I wanted you to go off and live the life you told me you wanted."

Throwing your hands up in the air, you laughed. "I wanted you!"

Before you knew what was happening, Keishin was closing the gap between the two of you and holding your face in his hands, forcing you to look up at him. "And what about now? What do you want now?" he asked, his eyes searching yours for the answer he wasn't sure you would utter with your lips.

"I . . . I . . ." You knew what he wanted to hear but were unsure if it was what you actually wanted to say or not. "I don't know."

"Now that you have university and soccer and a relationship with your parents—now that you have everything you deserve—is there anything else you want?"

You remained silent.

"You wanted me once," he whispered, lips inches apart from yours and warm breath on your face. "Could you want me again?"

The words worked their way up your throat and pried their way out of your mouth without your permission. "I could . . . I do," you whispered back, hands coming up to cradle his face as well. "I want you."

Before the words had even fully left your mouth, Keishin's lips were on yours, soft and delicate yet hot and passionate at the same time. "God, I missed you," he muttered into your mouth.

"Please don't leave me again." You looked up at him with desperate eyes, your heart pounding against your chest with anticipation while your mind scolded you for falling for him all over again. "I want you. I need you."

"I won't." He assured you in between more kisses, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip. "I love you. I've fallen hard and fast and now I'm stuck in you and I cannot possibly leave you. Never again."

"I love you, Keishin," you breathed. "You were always more than just a way to piss off my parents."

#piss off your parents #part 10 #finale #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#reader imagine #lostinthewiind #reader insert #x reader #fanfiction #sexy time #haikyuu smut #ukai x reader #ukai keishin x reader #ukai keishin #coach ukai #ukai

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giggly-squiggily · 2 years ago

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Hello~~ Would you mind writing a haikyuu sentence starter "We finally meet again, Tobio" with Lee Kageyama and Lers some of Aoba Joshai players?

Oo, this looks fun! I've gotcha anon! :D

“So, we finally meet again, Tobio.” Oikawa approached the younger man, eyes dancing. “It’s been awhile since we’ve last talked. Why don’t we catch up?”

“Dude…why do you sound like a villain out of a cartoon?” Iwa asked, eyeing his boyfriend. Kageyama pressed his lips together in an attempt to hide his smile.

“Gah! Iwa-chan! You killed my bravo!” Oikawa whined, cheeks aflame.“I was trying to be all mysterious!”

“You’re as mysterious as the scooby-doo gang.” Iwa deadpanned, fighting back his own chuckles when Kageyama snorted. Oikawa gaped, torn between offense and amusement at the other’s remarks. “One more peep out of you and you’ll be my next target!” He turned back to the first year, eyes abaze. “And you! You think this is so funny, huh? I’ll give you something to laugh about!”

“What? W-Wait! Oikawa, hang on-ahahahahahhahaha!” Kageyama jerked back with a laugh as Oikawa grabbed him, tickling along his ribs and belly like there was no tomorrow. “Ahehahahahhaha noohohoohoho thiihihiihihiickling!”

“Yes tickling! This is what you get for mocking your seniors!”

“Thahahahhat was Iwaahahhaahhhha thohoohohohhugh!

“Oi! Don’t throw me under the bus like that!” Iwa shot him a halfhearted glare, cracking his knuckles as he made his way over to the pair. “You really are asking for this, huh? Shittykawa, hold his arms.”

“Rude!” Oikawa complained, collecting both wrists in one hand while his other continued to tickle, leaving the first year in stitches.

“Wahihihihihiit! Wahahhhahait, Iwaahhahahahaha!” Kageyama squeaked, his giggles increasing tenfold as the older boy reached for his armpits. “Iihihihiihm sahahahhahrry! Geheheheht Oikahahahahahwa!”

““Oh he’ll get what’s coming to him- for now it’s your turn!” Iwa nodded once before diving in, joining the impromptu tickle fight and relishing each cackle and squeal Kageyama let out.

#sentence starters #haikyuu!!#kageyama tobio #oikawa tōru #hajime iwaizumi #tickle #tickle dabble #fluff #backlist sentence starters

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mae-gi-writes · 4 years ago

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Yūgen | Sunwoo (The Boyz)

Yugen (n.) a profound, mysterious sense of the beauty of the universe that triggers a deep, emotional response.

Requested by anon! In which Sunwoo, the ace of the volleyball team, is curious about what you’re drawing all the time. Until one day, he stumbles upon a drawing of himself made from yours truly.

Genre: fluff, volleyball player! Sunwoo and art student reader, shy love, softness, and inspired by haikyuu because I have been obssessed with the anime lately TT__TT A/N: It feels like it’s been ages since I’ve posted here! Slowly but surely, I’m going through my inbox and replying to your requests. Thank you for your patience, stay safe loves, ily all xx

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Sunwoo wasn't artistically inclined.

But that never stopped him from admiring those that were. He was always so curious as to how just a flick of fingers managed to create a shadow, or how just one glance at a subject made it through onto paper without so much as an effort to remember the details. It was like it was automatically recorded into one's brain, hands already registered to mimic the curves and the folds and the shadows that turned into nothing short of a miraculous piece. So when he caught sight of someone drawing, it always piqued his interest. He stumbled upon you one late afternoon after his volleyball practice, with sweat dotting his forehead and his training bag slung casually over his shoulder. He was about to direct his way to the parking lot upon exiting the gymnasium, only to spot a lone figure huddled upon the bleachers and curled into a ball that caused Sunwoo to frown. Slowly sidling up to the stranger in question and peeking over the railing to catch a glimpse of your face, his eyes are instantly driven to the sketchpad in your hands.

You didn't notice him though, so absorbed in your own world with earphones blocking out reality that a tsunami could've gone unnoticed. So Sunwoo took advantage to climb over onto the opposite bleacher and, after ensuring that your back wouldn't turn to greet him, leaned over the separation to catch sight of a lone figure cartwheeling freely over the page. Woah. You were talented alright. There was nothing else to describe the fluidity of movement you caught with your pencil. It made Sunwoo's breath catch in his throat. He had the sudden urge to know exactly what kind of face hid behind the visual mastery manifesting before his very eyes. After all, there must be other things for them to see rather than the boring literal reality that most people settled for. What kind of imageries were they creating in their heads? What beautiful stories were they crafting? Worlds they got lost in? You moved then, causing Sunwoo to jolt back and scurry away with his heart beating out of his chest, deciding that it was enough spying for the day. After that day, he made sure to seek you out every time after practice although he noticed you never strayed too long in the same place, always moving about like a shadow lingering in the corner, invisible yet omniscient. Sometimes you would find a quiet spot in a patch of sunlight by the tennis courts. Sometimes you'd be found on the bleachers, alert eyes observing every pass, every move, every twist of a body like camera taking everything in. Sunwoo never approached you. Not that he didn't want to, but he found it awkward to just come up to you and present himself as the guy who'd been stalking your drawings. So he admired you from afar instead, relished in the passion of your dark coffee coloured eyes and in the attentive focus dipping your eyebrows in a soft frown, lips paeted slightly in concentration. "Do you know her?" He'd asked one of his friends from the volleyball team once, during their lunch break as he saw you line up at the cafeteria. Changmin took a peek at your face before he shook his head, "she might be in one of my electives." "Which one?" "I think it's art." Sunwoo forced his face to remain in a mask of calmness as he grabbed a steak sandwich, no fries, "do you know her name?" "Nah. I don't think she's ever spoken in class," Changmin's eyebrows quirk up then, "why'd you ask?" "No reason." Changmin's pointed look defined anything but that. Although he did have the decency to drop the subject as soon as the rest of the volleyball team joined the table. Sunwoo got his answer a few days later when he practically toppled over you and your drawing crayons. It was his mistake. He'd been leaning too far out from the top of the basketball bleachers, struggling to get even the smidgest glimpse of what amazing piece of art hiding under your jacket sleeve, only for his foot to slip. Down he went with a curse, crashing straight into your body and quickly scrabbling to wrap his arms around your head, a pathetic attempt to cushion your fall as you fell into a heap in front of the bleachers. "You--you okay?" He huffed out, breathless and heart beating like a time bomb. Pulling his arms away slowly, gently, he finally met your gaze straight on and --oh my, your eyes were not coffee coloured at all. But more of a honey-brown, wide open and framed by soft lashes. Currently dilated in panic. "I'm fine! What--What about you? Oh gosh, I'm so sorry--" "No it was my fault," he made a grab for your sketchbook and scattered pens only for his orbs to register the face messily etched onto the paper. His breath caught. For a minute, he could do nothing but stare at the replica of his face made in charcoal. Those were his eyes, his slightly crooked nose. The scowl he wore during his soccer matches. That was him. The resemblance was akin to that of perfection. That was before your hands snatched away the sketchbook before you quickly slammed it closed, cheeks blazing red, "that's-- I swear I"m not a creep, I-- I just do that for practice--" "It's amazing." Your head-- which had been bowed this entire time for fear that anger would be his response -- shot up in surprise, "what?" "It's amazing," Sunwoo repeated. He wouldn't mind repeating it forever, he realized, if that meant he got to see that aforable blush of yours. He reached out with his hand, "can I look at it again?" So you allowed him after some slight hesitation, and if he noticed, he didn't comment. Fingers brushing against yours slightly, he handled the sketchbook with utmost care as he flipped through the pages with child-like awe. He'd seen your drawings, sure, but mere glimpses here and there, a sneak peek, always accompanied with the fear of being found. But now, he could take his time and actually relish in the soft tracings of your crayon, admire the gentle shadings that made up the tip of his nose. You had managed to capture that frown -- the one he used whenever he concentrated -- to perfection and for a minute he swore he'd fallen in love with himself. "You're really good," he murmured, though that definitely banalized the array of praises popping through his head, "you should keep doing them. I mean it." "So, you're not--" you paused, "mad?" "Well I think you'd have more reason to be mad if you knew I was stalking you from before." "What?" Oh Sunwoo, you idiot. Your eyes had tripled their size and you were looking at him like he'd just grown a second head. He lifted his hands as defence, "that sounded so much better in my head. I swear I'm not that creepy, or a stalker, I just--well you're always drawing and I got curious but I can't really come over and tell you to show me so I had to hide and peek and--" You burst out laughing in his face and despite the fact that he was the cause, he couldn't help joining in with a small chuckle, a grin spreading across his features at how alive you looked at this very moment. "You can ask me next time," your grin settled into a soft smile, "I don't bite." "Your words, not mine," he said, tone lighter and teasing. He helped you gather your belongings and as the pair of you started towards the school gates, he asked for your name. "Y/N," you answered, "and you?" "Sunwoo," he noticed the sky was darkening into purple, a sign that twilight was approaching. Usually, he'd be in a hurry to catch the last bus of the evening to avoid the pain of traffic after six. But it was like his body was slowing down on its own to join your pace, as if he was automatically tuning in to the rhythm of your steps. He found he didn't mind. "So why athletes? Any special reason why you like drawing them?" He asked as you reached the gates. "I just like watching the way they move. It's ...graceful," a hand went to rub the back of your neck, "and they come in handy for figure practice." "I mean, we're not that graceful when you're on the pitch ready to get blown away," he chuckled, "but thanks. At least we know we don't play like animals." "Oh god no. The volleyball team's pretty good. The rugby team on the other hand..." you sigh before you shake your head, "that team is nearly impossible to draw." His shoulders shook as he laughed, "well I don't think they aim for graceful. They look like a pack of wild dogs. Even I don't understand how they play." You had reached the said bus stop by then before you spotted your mother's car along the sidewalk, "oh, my mom's here," you turn to him, "where do you live? Maybe we can drop you--" Meeting your mom? On the first day of meeting you? Sunwoo's hands flew up, shaking them wildly in response, "oh no no, that's not necessary. I'll see you tomorrow!" Thank god for the bus that pulled up at the right time so that he didn't have to linger longer than he needed to. But he didn't miss the small wave of your hand as you watched him go, the smile on your face warming his heart even when it was one of the coldest winter days of the year. From that day onwards, Sunwoo made it a must to make his presence known whenever you were deep in your sketches, always observing, sometimes silently keeping you company and sometimes getting so wrapped up in conversation that your pens would lay forgotten by your bag as you bantered back and forth about subjects that would've made people throw you looks of concern. It became routine to have Sunwoo's head pop up from behind the bleachers or to see him walk up the path to your special hiding spot, right where your gaze would meet the tennis court. You sketched him more and more, folding your drawings into your bag so that he wouldn't see although the urge to catch his face on paper was a growing addiction you couldn't ignore. Even your friends had noticed his lingering presence, proceeding to prod you with questions reflecting their curiosity. "He's from the vòlleyball team isn't he?" Yeji asked one time during lunch, upon noticing the way the said young man's stare lingered over the back of your head before turning away just as quickly, "do you know him?" "We've spoken once or twice." "How do you know him?" Your other friend, Saeron, nudged you with a wriggle of her brows. You brushed her teasing away, "we bumped into each other and then he saw my drawings." "Oh right, you do sketch athletes," Yeji leaned forward, mouth full of bread, "did you sketch him?" "I did, actually." "Oh awkward," Saeron giggled, "he's handsome though, can't deny that. You gotta introduce us sometime." You mumbled out an agreement even though you sat with them just for the sake of having people around. It wasn't that you didn't appreciate them. You did. But they seemed to speak a language you couldn't quite grasp. You would rather sit in your own silence, enjoy your own company if that made sense. Maybe that was why it was so surprising, that you allowed Sunwoo to linger as long as he wanted to. There was something authentic about the way he reacted to your words, an unguarded expression that made you comfortable enough to speak up without fear of judgment. Spending time with Sunwoo was listening to water trickle down the river. Smooth and free. Peaceful. But Sunwoo seldom knew of your high regards, was not aware of the tiny sketch of his figure in mid-spike that was hidden in the pocket of your school skirt so that you could take a peek whenever you felt out of place or nervous. It calmed you down to admire his composure, even if his expression was a mere mimic that could not replace reality. "Do you have any material in particular that you like to use?" Sunwoo asked one cloudy afternoon, breaking the silence while huddling a little closer to peek at your newest sketch of Lee Juyeon; a basketball star player known for his quick reflexes and adept playing style. Not only was his skill on par with that of a Nationals team, but his looks had garnered him quite a fanbase from the get-go. Sunwoo would've liked to say that he wasn't jealous of the way your thumb gently applied shade to Juyeon's lower lip. But the spike in the middle of his chest proved him otherwise. "I like charcoal the most, it's the easiest to work with," pausing to admire your work, your eyes glanced over at him, "do you draw?" He scoffed, "like a five year old." "Wanna try?" "No way. I'll ruin it. I'm okay with admiring it from afar." You hummed an unknown tune as you pulled back your sketchbook, "how is practice?" "Alright. Could be better. We won a practice match last week so we're kind of taking it easy." "That's good though isn't it?" Your gaze met his. His eyes were various gradients of warm maroon and you wished-- at this very moment -- to paint his features into memory. That was when you realized how close you were. You shuffled slightly back and didn't notice the frown Sunwoo threw you in response, "it is. And I'm happy we get to rest. The team deserves it." "You're pursuing it in College?" Your eyes tried not to linger too much over his lips, "volleyball, I mean." "Depends," he smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes, "if we make it to the Nationals." "You will." "Someone's confident," he chuckled. "Well I'm no pro but even I can tell you're talented, Sunwoo," you peeked at him from behind your fringe, glad that you could blame the cold for your red cheeks when just the intensity and closeness of his entity made you want to squirm, "so if there's anyone who can do it, it's you." It was impossible to keep eye contact after such a confession. You lowered your gaze, glad for your sketchbook that acted as a distraction. It was at that very moment that the paper tucked so neatly in your pocket slipped out, causing Sunwoo to quickly make a grab for it. You made a noise of protest before trying to snatch it back, but the boy only chuckled before unfolding the creased page so that there he was, depicted in all his glory. "Is that--" his voice was hoarse and you took this as your chance to steal it from his grasp, reddened cheeks burning and fingers shaking as you folded it back to its tiny square shape, "is that me?" "Y--yes." "You--you keep that with you?" "I--I do," you lifted your chin up defiantly, though you felt your limbs trembling. His eyes, they pierced your own, piecing together a coherence that caused your stomach to fill with butterflies. When he spoke next, his words were a mere murmur. "Why?" "I--I don't know," eyes darting towards the ground, you mumbled, "I just like watching you...play." A pause. Then, Sunwoo shifted a little bit closer. "You like watching me play? Or do you like," he cocked his head, "watching me?" If you were red before then you were probably the colour of a fire engine truck by now. Averting your eyes and turning your head away were instinctive responses due to the blood rushing through your face. "Stop flirting with me," came your mumble. Laughing softly in response, he scooted himself a little closer, so close that his shoulder brushed your back. He leaned over, head tilted to catch your expression. "Cute," his lips broke out in a crooked grin and you swore you felt your heart explode. Flustered, you shoved him away out of instinct but he wasn't having any of that. His hand grabbed your wrists and with a yelp, you were dragged even closer to his chest. "You like looking at me that much huh?" His tone was teasing while his eyes glimmered with playful mischief, "why is that,Y/N?" "You ask as if you don't know," you mumbled out through jumbled words and you were glad he actually understood you. But instead of laughing some more, his features softened into a smile instead as he proceeded to gaze down at you with an expression you couldn't quite place. It was in your normal behaviour to admire people. Not the other way around. And at this very moment, you felt way out of your comfort zone. "I don't know." Your orbs flew up to his in surprise and what you found in those coffee-coloured pupils made your breath stutter, heat coiling through your abdomen. "It...it calms me down," your whisper was barely louder than a breath but by the way Sunwoo's smile widens to reach his eyes, you could tell he heard you just fine. "I like watching you too," he replied. A strand of your hair caught in the wind and he raised his hand to curl it around the back of your ear, his touch ghosting with sparks wherever flesh bumped into flesh. You felt warm. He didn't pull away. Didn't bother hiding the slight dust of pink in his cheeks either, as he slowly allowed his palm to cradle the side of your face. Gently. As if he feared you might run away, recoil back. But you didn't. Even with your breaths going staccato, even if your heart felt like a wild animal. You calmed yourself down with the knowledge that he seemed just as nervous as you were and suddenly, out of a stroke of boldness, your hand went up to hold on to his, pressing it close to your cheek. His breath hitched. You shivered. The wind blew against your figures, a gentle reminder that the day was coming to an end. You weren't exactly sure what changed that day. There were no verbal agreements, nothing that suggested your relationship had changed. Yet, the subtle touches of his hand against your back, your shoulders, moving your hair from one shoulder to another, complemented by his gentle doe-eyed stare that made your toes curl, these changes were small, but significant. And you couldn't find it in your heart to say that you disliked it. What are we? The words lingered at the tip of your tongue, as bitter as the aftertaste of coffee as you stole small glances in his direction. You were sitting comfortably under a tree that overlooked the tennis court where Sunwoo had decided to join you. He'd fallen asleep halfway through your beginning sketch and was now leaning against the tree trunk, face relaxed and body leaned towards yours, close enough that you could admire his face. Countless hours you had spent tracing Sunwoo's features on paper. Countless times you had imagined tracing his lips with your thumb, wondered whether they were as soft as they looked. Maybe it was just curiosity or maybe you had let him walk into your heart so easily that you hadn't realized it yourself. But if there was one thing you could swear your heart upon it would be that you could no longer imagine every day without Sunwoo's presence at your side. As if on instinct, your fingers took a life of their own as they reached up to push a few strands away from his face. They gently carved a path down his cheek, landing at the corner of his jaw. Dangerously close to his open mouth. There was no denying it. Sunwoo was beautiful. Handsome. Had those features on par to that of a model's. You were so focused on edging your way to touch his lower lip that you didn't realize you had been staring, until you glanced up to see his brown orbs fixated on yours. You froze. Shit. "Like what you see?" He murmured. Then, before you could scramble back and probably run with your tail between your legs, his own hand grasped your own and he pushed himself off the trunk before his head angled towards yours, finding your lips. Soft. Sunwoo's lips were soft. You panicked. Not used to the closeness. The fire that sparked between your lids. But his other hand went to clasp your jaw, holding you close as he kissed your next protest away and unconsciously brushing his thumb against your cheek. Shivering in his touch, there was no running away from the way his mouth molded against yours so snugly, and you didn’t want to. You found yourself addicted to the sweet pressure of his upper lip meeting your lower ones and soon enough -- without realizing -- you melted into his touch.

Sunwoo made a noise that sounded like a soft grunt, his other hand lacing around your waist to pull you closer so that you tumbled halfway into his lap. With embarrassment suddenly flooding through you, you let out a squeak that he answered with a chuckle of his own before distracting you once more with a series of kisses that left you gasping.

Your hands, initially balled into fists in your lap, went to rest against his chest and you didn’t realize that you were gripping onto his school shirt until you parted for air. Only were you aware of your compromising position, of the hard ridges of the young man’s thighs, of the firmness of his chest against your palms, of the way he seemed to be so much bigger than you even though he was a lean athlete, meant to be light and as speedy as the wind.

Breaths coming out ragged, you tried to slow the beating of your heart. Though it seemed to be quite the challenge, given how lovingly, how intense, Sunwoo seemed to be in making love to your neck, nibbling on your pulse point and causing a soft whimper to fall from your lips.

A whistle blew in the distance.

The soccer team. They’d be crawling up the hill any minute now.

“Sunwoo,” you breathed out, eyes hazy with mixed feelings of desire and embarrassment. You feebly tried pushing against his chest, to no avail. He merely groaned, head tilting upwards to catch your mouth into another kiss.

“Sunwoo,” you groaned against his lips. But he held on for dear life, one hand clasping the back of your neck, tangled into your locks. The other around your waist, pressing you as close as he could possibly get you to be.

“Just one more,” he mumbled in-between kisses, hooded eyes fluttering closed and head slanting to kiss you a little deeper, a little harder.

Your body was on fire. You weren’t used to this intimacy, nor all of the affection he was raining down upon you.

But it felt good. It felt amazing. Eye-opening.

He finally relented after what seemed like an eternity and you quickly made a move to scramble out of his lap. Though he wasn’t having any of that, grip made of iron as he held on. You looked up to snap at him to let go before everyone saw but was faced with his pout instead, which was enough to bring down your defences.

“Please,” his pout deepened and your heart practically vaulted through your chest. Cute. Cute. Cute. Stop. Burying his face into your neck, he whispered, “I just wanna hold you.”

So he did. And thank god the team had decided to take a different route so that you would avoid their imploring, questioning gazes. Though Sunwoo admitted that he’d already known they would go up from the other side of the gymnasium, considering they did that every other week to train their stamina in the process.

That earned him a light smack on the side of his head, making him whine, “What did I do to deserve this Y/N?”

“You knew!” You wanted to throw him a glare, but it was impossible when you were busy fighting the grin spreading across your face.

He grinned back at you, that crooked smile that always resulted in a burst of butterflies roaring through your abdomen. Just like now.

“So, since you have a drawing of me that you keep staring at every day--” his words died into laughter when you tried smacking his arm, proceeding to cage your wrist with his hand before kissing your knuckles. You squirmed as he continued, “does that mean I can get a picture of you?”

You let out a noise of protest, “that depends,” you mumbled, unconsciously finding refuge in his neck.

Chuckling, Sunwoo grasped your chin lightly to pull you back so that his brown orbs gazed right into yours with a gentleness that had you weak at the knees, “on what?”

“On what I get in return.”

“What if I say I’ll take you on a date?” he said wickedly.

You couldn’t help your smile.

“I guess that could work.”

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