#tsuki fluff

[ellouisa17]

Can someone help me find a story

It was a haikyuu social media story where reader is kurros sister and they’re in college/uni readers Ex was iwa and she falls in love with Kenma but iwa says things to him to stop him from falling in love with her and Kenma in a band with iwa or something

It had loads of chapters I can’t remember the exact number I read it a few months ago but I forgot to be added to the tag list and now I’ve lost the story and I’ve tried to find it but I can’t so if any of you could help I’d really appreciate it I also don’t know if I followed the creator I’ll have a look through my following now but please someone help me

[shuhwaa]

Tsuki | Love you More [M]

Billlie Tsuki x fem!reader words: ~1.8k genre: fluff mixed with angst, soft smut at the end (fingering, some praise) warnings: none

Desc.: In which you realize that your girlfriend loves you more than you love her, and you find the determination to come to love her properly.

"What are you scared of?"

Her words resound in your ears, echoing in your head as you stare up at the ceiling of the dimly lit bedroom. Her hand placed on top of your head, you feel her bringing you in closer, until you're comfortably resting against the skin above her chest. Your gaze shifts to her other hand atop her stomach, fingers intertwined with yours. You bite your lip unconsciously, thumb rubbing slow circles on her knuckles, and your eyes trail lines up her body.

She's beautiful, you think to yourself, and as you release your lower lip, that spark of feelings deep inside becomes apparent again.

"Hm?" Tsuki presses her lips against your temple, as if to give you a little nudge so you would answer her question.

"I-..." You attempt to lie to her, about to say that it's nothing, that you're not scared, followed by another deep kiss on her lips to make her forget about the question in the first place, but you can't bring yourself to fool her. So instead, you squeeze her hand tightly in yours, letting out a sigh of defeat.

"I know there's something you're worried about," she speaks up, as if she had seen right through you. Her tone is soft, but still demanding for your honest answer. "And I think you should say it." 

You sigh, again, before letting go of her and lifting your body off of the comfortable blanket, crawling on top of her. As if to warn you not to try to distract her from the issue at hand, she crosses her arms in front of her chest, frowning up at you with a pout on her lips.

"Do I love you enough?" you eventually ask, and her expression changes to a surprised one. "Do you think I love you enough to be doing this with you...?" you repeat, averting your gaze and moving to the side, sitting next to her. "Like... to be with you... to hold your hand... to have sex with you."

When you turn your head after a few moments of silence, you find her merely blankly staring at you. It's not very like her to be at a loss for words, so you feel like you must've really said something upsetting just now. That's until she begins to slowly shake her head.

"What are you even thinking?" she mouths. "You're doing this because you love me... or not?"

"I-" You hesitate for a moment. "I mean... yeah? I do... love being with you... I just don't know if it's enough..."

She sits up straight, her expression turning serious as she crosses her legs.

"Well, what does it make you feel when I'm in front of you like this?" she asks, puffing out her chest, and you let your gaze wander up and down her body.

"Uhm... you're... very beautiful," you stammer as you lock eyes with her.

"I know that," she replies as a blush creeps onto her cheeks, even though she's doing her best to appear calm and composed. "But what do you feel?" Now it's you who's staring blankly at her. It's not that you don't feel anything, it's just that talking about it is where your problems start. Your gaze drops to your hands resting in your lap, fingertips tightly pressed together as a replacement of fidgeting with clothes that aren't there currently. 

"I'm scared that, if I try to put them into words, they'll disappear..." you mutter, as if admitting to a crime you have committed. You feel yourself getting smaller upon being met with what seems like a scrutinizing gaze at first, but as you gather the courage to peek at her face, you decipher her furrowed eyebrows and slightly tilted head as an attempt to understand how you feel.

"Why would they disappear?" she wonders out loud. "If they go away after talking about it, doesn't that mean you don't like me after all?" 

"I do like you!" You find yourself trying to assure her of that, afraid of hurting her feelings - especially in such a vulnerable state. "It's just..." Tsuki cocks her head to the other side, a pout making its way to her lips, and for a second you feel your heart skip a beat. What should probably be a reassurance that she's wrong in her assumption, just adds to your confusion. You take a deep breath, looking anywhere but her while trying to make sense of all that you're feeling, and then you start talking again, trying to be as honest as you can.

"It's just, I feel the closest to what would probably be being in love when we have sex... it's not that I don't enjoy everything else we do together too, but... I'm only sure of it when... I'm sleeping with you," you say, adding, "Is that wrong?"

"I'd be hurt," she answers without hesitation, "if what you're trying to say is that you're only dating me for sex." You let your head hang, until she brings up her hand to capture your chin between her thumb and index finger, making you look at her as she draws near. "But..." You can feel her breath tickle the skin on your face as she continues. "There's no way you didn't completely fall for me yet..." You feel heat rush to your cheeks upon hearing her bold words, and your eyes become glued to her mouth as she sinks her teeth into her bottom lip, releasing it slowly. 

"What are you-" you try to question her sudden change in attitude, but before you can finish speaking, she's already brushing her lips against yours. A tiny moan of surprise escapes you as you let her kiss you, and she ends up grinning into the kiss before breaking it.

"And if, for some reason, that isn't the case," she continues, as she runs her thumb across your lips, "then I'll make you fall for me." She draws closer, and just before sharing another kiss with you, she breathes, "I promise."

You don't expect her to charge forward after that, pushing your back into the mattress as she shares a demanding kiss with you. The way she pins your wrists against the bed and how she only parts from you after running out of air completely makes your head spin, and then when she sits up on top of you, a strand of her hair that slipped out of her ponytail falling into her face, the look in her eyes softens.

"Only... if you want that, of course," she mutters silently, seemingly realising that this situation isn't entirely up to her. Letting your eyes take her in, as she's kneeling in front of you, you feel the need to run your fingertips along her skin as you've done countless times before, kissing and worshipping her body, feeling her melt into your touch. You sit up slowly, slipping out of her grip with ease, and as you reach out to cup her face with your hands, you feel your heart flutter.

"I'd like that," you whisper against her lips, before kissing her properly. She holds onto your arms, but the deeper the kiss grows, the weaker her grip becomes. That's when you realize that this girl already loves you more than you love her, and maybe it's her who's already completely fallen for you. When you part, you flip your positions, gently laying her down on the bed, and you see her blushing, waiting for you to touch her.

"I'd really... like that..." you mutter, leaning in to scatter kisses all over her body. She throws her hands to your shoulders and your hair, looking for something to hold onto as you slowly wander south. "Maybe I just need a little more time... maybe I don't fall in love that quickly... I'm sorry," you whisper against her skin.

"Don't be..." she mewls as she presses her thighs together, feeling your breath on her lower stomach. You move onto kissing a trail down from her hip to her knee, and then dragging your lips back up on the inside of her leg. Spreading her open, you can see her blush, and when you kiss your way back up her torso, she whines.

"You're beautiful," you whisper, watching her throw her head back in relief when you drag your fingers up her folds. "Maybe I can't tell you how exactly I feel about you yet," you continue as you slowly finger her, "but you're more beautiful than anyone else to me."

"I-isn't that love...?" she asks, voice shaking from the pleasure. Instead of answering her, you kiss her, while reaching deeper inside.

"Touch me as well, baby," you demand. "Want to feel you inside me too..." Without hesitation, she obeys, and you moan her name as you feel her fingertips starting to draw circles on your clit, only to slip inside you soon after. Lying down on your side, you put your leg around her hips to give her comfortable access, and you bury your face in her neck as you give pleasure to each other.

The pace of your breathing is getting faster, and the longer you keep going, the more you fill the room with moans of each other's name.

"I love you..." you can hear her whimper, as she brings her face closer to yours, and you share a sloppy kiss with her, as if to promise her that you too will come to love her properly.

"You're so cute," you mutter upon hearing her whine, fingers curling up against her walls, thumb applying pressure to her clit. She bucks her hips to meet you halfway, and you do the same, grinding into her hand.

"I'm gonna... I-" she mewls, trying to bury her face in the crook of your neck, and you try to focus only on her as her high approaches. Her eyes tightly shut, she keeps pumping her fingers in and out of you eagerly, as if wanting to make you cum with her, and when you realize that, you slow down for a few moments, until you feel yourself getting closer as well.

"You feel so good..." you mumble, lips pressed against her temple. "So fucking good..." 

You feel her start to clench around your fingers first, crying out as she comes undone, and when you hear her moaning your name, your orgasm hits you as well.

Coming down from your highs, you let each other catch your breath, until eventually you wrap your arms around her to bring her in for a tight embrace.

"I'll love you properly..." you repeat, your voice no more than a whisper. "I swear."

[kumezyzo]

clearly... i have a set plan lol 😭😭 and look, I'm gonna be honest, i know my followers, yall are here for the sap fics. but i feel like the others could be fun. idk.

and tbh, if anyone has any ideas for these fics or any other ones, please do tell. im very writers blocky.

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! characters when you’re sick ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

ok so here’s some of my silly headcannons for some of the haikyuu characters when you’re sick!! (·•᷄∩•᷅ )

characters: kageyama, tsukishima, kuroo, kenma, bokuto, akaashi

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kageyama

he’s definitely gonna be awkward when he visits you

probably buys u a stuffed animal or something and a get well soon card

he’d probably be so nervous he’d think about leaving it on your door step then running off

he definitely brings you some instant noodles or something

someone probably made a joke about you dying and he fully believed it for a sec and panicked

constant texts and facetimes checking up on you

tsuki

definitely makes fun of you before actually feeling bad

takes a pic of you in ur ugly sick state and sets it to ur contact picture

brings you something you probably shouldn’t be having while you’re sick, like a soda or fast food

he also brings you medicine don’t worry

secretly worried about you, like he’ll text you every once in a while during school

“you ok? not that i care i just need my english partner back” (he totally cares guys)

plays games with you online

once you’re better he still acts like you’re sick and will infect him (he actually doesn’t care if you get him sick)

kuroo

i feel like he would know every secret unknown remedy to help whatever you have

like he’d be giving you stuff you didn’t even know existed then you’d be healed the next day

comes over and does EVERYTHING for you, like i can totally see him feeding you

comes over with the work you missed and teaches you the lesson you missed so you don’t fall behind

makes you feel better just by being there, i feel like he’d make you laugh a lot

your mom loves him for being there for you

kenma

i feel like he’d be A LITTLE worried but also he doesn’t really gaf…

like in his head he’s like “it’s just a cold they’ll be better in like 2 days”

he still texts you though

he may visit you to see how bad it is and if he should really worry but he wouldn’t bring you anything

asks you to play online with him after school

he gives u a pat on the head on his way out ^.^

bokuto

biggest over reaction

bro thinks ur dying T^T

he brings you literally everything you may or may not need

he tries his best but he genuinely doesn’t know how to help you lol

probably brings you like ice cream and soda

plays uno with you (i just know he would suck at uno im sorry)

he definitely ends up getting sick after you too

akaashi

also genuinely helps you

brings you basic medicine and makes you soup

he probably also brings you the work you missed from school and uses that as his excuse for coming to see you

tells you how pretty you look even when you’re sick

your mom is also obsessed with him and thinks he’s the sweetest boy ever

stays for a little longer than he needs to so can watch your show with you

texts you a lot while you’re sick just to see if you’re better yet :)

[6okuto]

bf headcanons for tsukki pls?

TSUKISHIMA RELATIONSHIP HCS

gn!reader | happy birthday tsukki...🫶🫶

king of saying "no" when you ask for a favour while doing it. you'll ask him to pass your glass of water and he'll say no but, without even looking, slide it to you

(risky) umbrella holder. like he Will hold it for the both of you, but he'll move away from and taunt you if you try to annoy him sometimes

^ likes it when you help dry his hair once you both get inside but he doesn't say that. though he doesn't really have to when he's falling asleep while you comb your hands through his hair

remembers if you have meds to take, an appointment coming up, etc. usually won't just bring it up to check with you, but will mention it while planning for things or if he notices you feel off

"guys will take the ugliest photos of you and think they're amazing" no he definitely knows which ones are objectively just like, not good. to be fair he Does find some of them pretty cute Despite how blurry/bad you might look

flips between an awful and good photo of you for your contact photo. you think it's Just the awful one until you check his phone one day and find out he does in fact have good photos of you which is crazy i know!

the guy who keeps getting all the upgrades and tools while gaming except he doesn't share with people. one of his only exceptions is you (sometimes you do have to threaten him though /lh)

also helps You study if no one else. kei is actually pretty good at figuring out the study methods best for you, and manages to quiz you on things you might have overlooked

wordlessly walks up behind you and waits for you to notice. will stand there in silence for like 10 seconds then makes fun of you for not realizing or laughs when you get scared

kei isn't really one to initiate pda, but if he sees his teammates (jealously) looking at you guys, he might put his arm around your shoulder, or talk about date plans just to be annoying. lol.

goes red if you come to watch his game and cheer, but uses it as motivation. < the rest of the team Will keep teasing him and Also using it to motivate him like "better look extra cool today, huh?" "you better not mess up today, tsukishima!"

! teaming up with everyone to tease him. give him a taste of his own medicine fr. and if he tries to throw anything back one of them can just go "tsukishima, is that how you treat your partner?" As if he's said something any more insulting than usual

of course he makes height jokes if you're shorter and not super bothered by them. Of course. at the very least, you can make it his responsibility to look above crowds, reach things for the both of you, etc in return

assumes he'd be the bigger spoon and is surprised if you pat the bed for him to be hugged instead. he finds it a little awkward, but to be fair he's awkward around all physical affection/cuddling in the first place. it takes time, but kei comes to appreciate being taken care of/held, though if anyone were to find out he'd want to poof out of existence for a bit

i think one cute trend that would really work on him is the one where you pretend your sweater smells weird, and when they bend down to smell too, you kiss their forehead. kei is about to tease you and ask if you made sure to throw it into the laundry, and immediately freezes when he feels your lips on his skin. he sits up and looks away and says you're annoying or whatever, but his cheeks are so so red

if you're one to wear one of his sweaters, or maybe just hold it while you're at his house, he either teases you for being needy or goes "is that my sweater?" and then does nothing about it. sometimes he won't even say anything. if you pay attention he'll be wearing whatever it was the next time you see him, and makes it a habit to leave something on his bed for you to grab

if kei sees you talking to his brother he Will try to drag you away or try (fail) to stare discretely. who knows what stories akiteru will tell you, or what you're both scheming.

anytime akiteru asks him about his relationship or how you're doing and does the whole older brother "you're growing up so fast" spiel, he wishes he could melt into a puddle

big quality time fan. if you're one to not be comfortable with physical affection, kei totally understands and is great with that. there's a lot of days where you guys just hang out in one of your rooms, go out to eat or see a performance, etc and as long as you guys are enjoying yourselves, that's all you need

....bad at flirting. like flirting that isn't you guys teasing/insulting each other back and forth. one time the guys were trying to "help him with his game" while texting you and he physically struggled to type their suggestions so he just turned off his phone and said he should block all of them. the most you'll usually get from him is energy of like, "you want me so bad it makes you look stupid" LOL

he tells you that celebrating his birthday isn't a big deal, and that you really really do not,, should not,, make it one. but if you're dating, it means you know him well enough to realize he Does appreciate gifts, and people caring about him.

he gets embarrassed and awkward when people sing happy birthday but who doesn't really. he stares at the cake you custom ordered or made yourself, and tries to ignore how loud everyone is singing. his eyes widen when you explain how much thought you put into your gift(s), and though he struggles with words, he thanks you and takes care to put it somewhere safe until he can appreciate it alone.

[strawberrycheeks-and-glasses]

“Kei,” you whisper in his ear, waking up before him.

He’s laying on his side, his face, pressed into his pillow, relaxed and glowing in the moonlight that reaches through the window behind him. You don’t want to disturb his peaceful slumber, but he said he’d do anything for you.

And right now, you need him to keep his promise.

“Kei,” you sing his name. Brushing his long bangs off his forehead, neglected to focus on you and your needs, you press a soft kiss to his temple.

He hums against your touch, inhaling, deeply, though his nose. Slowly opening his eyes to reveal his sweet honey irises, he blinks at your smiling face.

“My love?” He says, his voice raspy and dry. “What time is it?” He swallows, turning in his back and rubbing his eyes with his long fingers.

“Midnight,” you whisper, cuddling up into his open arms.

“What has you awake?” He mumbles through a yawn. His eyes shut again, resting his head back into his pillow.

“You said if I needed anything I could wake you,” you remind him of his promise.

“And what do you need, love?” His fingers softly caress the curve of your shoulder, letting you know he’s here for whatever you need.

“Peanut butter,” you smile into his bare chest.

“Peanut butter?” He repeats, licking his dry lips.

“Yes, and maybe, a banana?” You look up at him, seeing his brows furrowed and his eyes still closed, he’s trying to process your requests in his sleeping brain.

“Peanut- oh!” His eyes fly open. “I see,” he laughs, putting two and two together. “Another midnight craving, huh?”

You nod against his shoulder as he turns his head to look at you, a small tired smile on his lips.

“Okay,” he sighs, shifting under you to sit up on the edge of the bed. “One order of peanut butter and a banana, coming right up.”

You watch from your side of the bed as he stretches his arms over his head, twisting his back and yawning into the late night. Flicking the bedside light on, he searches for his glasses, placing them on his face as he stands.

He looks down at you with tired eyes, and leans over his side of the bed to press a kiss to your forehead. Then moves down to kiss your stomach.

“Daddy will be right back with your snack, little one,” he smiles, petting your small bump.

“Daddy loves us,” you whisper to your bump as he walks out of your bedroom to find your midnight craving.

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[afkenma]

sleep your peace — tsukisima.k

gn Reader X Tsukishima Kei

A/N: AAAHH this is my first time writing outside of school, so I thought I’d start with one of my favorite tropes. it’s pretty mushy and gross, but hopefully I’ll get better at this soon!! I also made the situation slightly unclear because I had no idea what specifics to add, my bad :)

tsukishima kei could only be an astute observer of how tired you were tonight; bleary eyes blinking slowly, hand motions translating into visual gibberish that wouldn’t help explain the confused, disheveled responses you gave to each new development in a crime show he’d been talking to you about. you had stayed up much longer than you should have the night before on homework you should’ve completed much earlier, and it drained all the energy you should have saved for this pre-mediated sleepover. you constantly took sips of energy drinks you didn’t like but bought anyways earlier today just to keep awake a little longer. this wasn’t a classroom, so why couldn’t you look away from the clock, doting on a comfortable time to suggest sleeping?

tsukishima knew he was talking to a wall, and even his words were out of focus. it was much easier to stare at your tired head resting on the bedframe than anything else, and it was so much easier to get lost in the small details he wouldn’t normally gaze at you long at you enough to notice: the skin on your face wasn’t uniform in colour, strands of your hair had fallen down to your face, and your lips were slighly chapped and pale, and it was all so beautiful. he noticed he’d been staring early into the night but gave up on trying to avoid your face, especially since the rest of the room had never looked so plain.

painfully embarrassed after replacing a character’s name with yours for the third time, he abruptly excuses himself to get water for the both of you, which you don’t mind. you’re left alone to quietly stare at all the different decorations on his walls, like the figurines of dinosaurs clustered together on a shelf, or the abundance of old movie posters and coloured food advertisements pasted onto the corner opposite. there are some bright sticky-notes with writing you just can’t see from the position your in right now, so you hazily shift around his bed to take a better look, but slowly curl up into a ball as the sweeter arms of sleep ultimately draw you closer and closer.

two glasses of water enter the room soon after, along with a sleepy, calm blonde who’s staring between his love softly snoring on his bed, and the silly post-it notes you’d given him with small hearts and doodles. he internally scoffed over how dumb he must’ve been to forget hiding it before inviting you over, but can’t ignore the overwhelming heat blooming on his cheeks. he stares back over at you. your back was arched inwardly and you were loosely hugging your knees towards you, and your face showed the slight discomfort and cold you were sleeping through. muttering out a breathy complaint, he takes you into his arms like a child. your body stayed limp, barely hugging onto his back as he straighten out his bedding with his free hand, and cautiously tucked you under warmer blankets.

you let out hearty exhales as you unconsciously snuggled deeper into bed, and tsukisima felt overbearing tides of raw fondness crash through him, a euphoric step deeper into his love. it took a couple moments to regain composure and sense of reality, and a nagging part of him cringed at being smitten for a sleeping beauty. he slowly dragged his eyes away from you to quickly stack up the items on his desk into a large pile on the side, before power-walking to the bathroom to brush his teeth before closing the door, turning of the light-switch and carefully seeping into the bed with you.

with his glasses off and barely adjusted to the darkness, he squints in a struggle to see your figure hunched over and facing the opposite direction, which was annoying him. if only he had positioned you facing towards him. that way, he might’ve been able to pine over you just a little longer, but alas. there’s always tomorrow morning, and the day that’ll ensue, and then the many days later because your his lover and he’s yours and all he can think about now is how calming your ambiance is. your presence is peaceful, and it forces even an arrogant jerk like him to lower his guard and feel it, so sleep your peace.

[kryscent]

tsuki no hikari ☆ 2

an: it's 1.45 I promise I will format this later today. please have these crumbs as I have awoken from the depths of tumblr trenches - school has been cooking me but I am the chef now

pairings: opla!zoro x gn!reader

wc: 1.5k

content briefing: slow slowburn. canon typical violence (description and dialogue). the east blue saga. lore heavy!reader. multi-chaptered work so expect fluff, angst and suggestive content ahead. alternating povs. the reader used to go by the name hikari but is not an oc (i promise its for the plot)

synopsis: a vigilante of sorts, you roamed the east blue without any particular aim, until one odd mission pulls you back into a part of your life you'd almost left behind, meeting someone you'd almost forgotten.

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When you trench-crawled into the circus tent, Zoro was mostly taken aback by how invisible you were to his notice – he didn’t even know you were there until you got to your feet, staring at him, before walking right out. The other part of him was rattled by the shockingly familiar kitsune mask on the side of your head, resting at your temple and streaked with sandy dust.

An unnerving stillness, he has to turn to look to know if you’re behind him by a half-step, or leaning on the wall with him. It messes with him – his senses are sharpened as far as they can go, from years of gruelling training and meditation, and yet, you dodge and elude every barricade of his perception with hushed ease. It's achingly intrusive, a nagging thought at the edge of his memories.

It's when you introduce yourself – as a Shimotsuki scholar, not specific to the swordcraft of the village but the region; shinobi – that the nagging ebbs away to the recesses of his consciousness, clearing the path like the rising tides at dusk washing away sand that had settled at noon.

The sifted sand settles, murkiness giving way to diaphanous caustics when he realises where he had last seen that shroud; that kitsune.

Porcelain white, ribbons and curves painted in bleeding crimson in crescents, meandering around the eyes, looping into the temple and swirling the swell of the cheek.

Turning away after receiving the Wado Ichimonji from his sensei; the day is dim, cloudy; gaze rising from the sword in his outstretched hands to sweep mindlessly over the students in funeral garb – a white belt over their black gi replacing the usual emerald – his eyes catching onto the bone white mask in a sea of solemn faces; his stomach dropping at the haunting expression of the wearer, or lack thereof, shadows bending into the crevices where their eyes should be, hands folded neatly on their lap.

When Zoro isn’t spending hours upon hours in solitary training, he doesn’t have much to do – he used to spend time running through the forests, climbing trees and jumping into slow, deep-enough rivers with Kuina – he now lacked that companion. A companion. Not that he thinks company was necessary to have fun, of course, but it’s whatever.

So, instead, he dedicates his time to discerning the weird, freakishly quiet student, who for some reason only appears for four months a year. He asked sensei why they visit so randomly, and he said it's because they travel to different villages to study different subjects in rotation by order of an Emperor of the Seas – which Zoro thinks is stupid: there’s only one subject worthy of dedicated learning, and that is swordsmanship. But whatever. (Implore. He’s only eleven years old. His worldview is green.)

“Hey,” he kicks a rock in your direction, where you’re advancing through the katas you’d apparently modified yourself, alone in relative silence aside from the sharp “hai” you raise at the end of each progression, and the distinct whoosh of your wooden katanas whipping through the air.

You pause momentarily, nodding in acknowledgement, before resuming and beginning the next set. “When did you first come here?” he asks, drawing his foot out to the pebble to drag it back to him, to kick it around. “Last year,” you hum, breathy from the exertion of holding out two swords. The year she died. You probably didn’t get to meet her, he ponders numbly, kicking at the ground a bit harder. (You did. Kuina knew you, and liked you well enough to speak to you more than once. But it is not for him to know yet.)

“What's your name?” he asks, staring at you. You tilt your head mid swing, wondering what to say. “Dunno, but my Sofu used to call me Hikari.”

“How old’re you?’’ You raise a brow at the barrage of questions, sweat trickling down your hairline. “Eleven.”

Oh. Same age. She was a year older. She is twelve this year. Would have been.

Despite your fluid movements, whetted but poised, there’s that creepy stillness that he doesn’t like – you complete each move decisively, firm, but you’re still nimble, light footed. Like a bird preparing to take flight, a cat arching its back before leaping away. ‘Ready to run away from a fight at a moment’s notice,’ he thinks to himself, nose upturned with contempt, ‘Like a coward.’

He decides he doesn’t talk to cowards, because they’re weak, and walks away right as you turn at the lack of response, sudden silence, rock flicking at your ankle.

That was the first and last time he ever bothered to approach you.

He observes how you stand close at Luffy’s right, Nami on his left, nodding along to his requirements for his dream ship. Your light footfalls down the wooden boardwalk to the shipyard contrast his careless ones as Nami suggests sneaking away with one, and he stops in his tracks.

‘You want to steal a ship?’ Luffy, for once, has no trace of a smile on his lips when talking to them. Nami only sighs, exasperated. ‘How else did you think we were gonna get one? Pay for something we can’t even afford?’

‘There’s a lot of hardwork and effort that goes into the craft,’ you murmur dimly, casting a sidelong glance at the numerous workers – their arms glistening, shirts sweat soaked and dusted with sawdust from carving wood in the hot sun – and you square your shoulders, standing upright. ‘It’s not…fair to that labour; to take advantage of what they reap.’

‘The awesome ship that's gonna get us to the Grand Line,’ he counters, voice firm as he nods in agreement with you, ‘–is as much of a member of our crew as the rest of us. And if we’re going to get a great ship, we’re gonna get it the right way.’

‘Yeah you can pitch that to the salesman, I’m sure he’ll strike a deal with that story,’ she shoots back, glaring at the both of you with her voice dripping with sarcasm, but it doesn’t register. He beams, throwing finger guns. ‘Exactly!’ Zoro’s eyes fall to you as you laugh lightly, shaking your head, before Luffy pulls you along by your hand without much protest from your side.

‘So what’re we actually going to do?’ he rests his wrists on the hilt of Wado, watching you go. ‘I don’t know,’ Nami drops her arms against her side. ‘Guess we’ll just have to scope out and see how lax the security is around here,’ she tilts her head with a tired smirk.

‘Got it.’

Luffy knew you; going as far as calling you one of his best friends, despite not having mentioned you before. You seem to be… good, a lot like Luffy when it comes to big dreams and unshakeable morals. There’s a lot he doesn’t know about you, he surmises, looking away to peer at the multitude of handmade vessels, most with only a frame of wood to call a hull, and others, rarer, are honed to perfection. Like the caravel in front of him, a ram as a figurehead, with Luffy clambering up the makeshift scaffold staircase to get to it, with you in tow. His eyes stray from the ship to you, the relenting agreement to go wherever Luffy drags you, the glint in your eyes, the curve of your smile- stop.

Zoro knew there was something familiar about you, unable to put his finger on it until you introduced yourself fully, so he knows enough now. Cool. Normal.

It gets abnormal when he realises he wants to know more.

More than just your name, than what's good for him. For his goal.

Shaking his head imperceptibly to himself, he eyes up the catwalk, squinting in the sun as Luffy chats with someone on board, holding a rag. As the trio of you make your way down, he studies you (doesn’t even realise he’s doing it), paying heed to how you stay close to your captain and don’t say much at all in response to their conversation aside from amicable nods and sparse laughter.

‘Guys, this is Usopp, and he’s gonna sell us his ship – it’s the one,’ he nods solemnly, patting Usopp’s hand.

‘Uh– technically it’s not my ship, and I’m not a salesman,’ it sounds more like a question than a statement, and Nami narrows her eyes at him. ‘Do you even work here?’At her cynicism, the guy aligns himself, straightening his shoulders.

‘’Course I work here! I’m the Chief Officer of Encrustation Removal and Aviary Waste Disposal.’ To his credit, his confidence is unwavering and Luffy nods, jaw-dropped, along to the contrived title. ‘He scrubs barnacles and cleans bird shit,’ Zoro calls bullshit, scuffing his boot against the planks.

Usopp falters, but soldiers on. ‘But…I do know the person who owns it – owns the whole shipyard ‘fact,’ he smirks, gripping Luffy’s shoulder and giving it a firm shake. ‘She’s my best friend; rich rich. I can take you to her, if you’d like. Help strike a deal maybe?’ Nami smiles at the swordsman, and he shrugs noncommittally. Deals? Now that was something she could get around.

‘I’d love to meet her.’

kryscent '24

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[gam3ov3r]

★. *. ⋆ 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐄𝐈

﹥ˏ childhood best friend tsukishima headcannons/small story 📄 ; fluff with hurt to comfort if you squint. oh and jealous tsuki at some point this is very not well done lmao. . OH BTW writers! i’m hosting a writing event <3: vitamin u

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who ruffles your hair relentlessly every time he sneaks up behind you.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who loves ticking you off by using any methods possible.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who complains about buying you anything and calls you spoiled.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who takes your stuff without asking because you two are accustomed to stealing each other’s things.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who scoffs at coach ukai when he mentions the prospect of you two being a couple.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who hides his face that starts heating up every time he sees you sporting his clothes.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima whose expression sours when you say that you have a new boyfriend.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who despises, insults, and threatens your boyfriend which brings you to scold your best friend on multiple occasions. he never listens, though.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who one day hears a knock at his door, only to find you with red eyes full of heartbreak from your now ex-boyfriend who cheated on you.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who calls you stupid before taking you to the couch, turning on your favorite tv program, and letting you cling to him as he reassuringly rubs circles on your back.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who takes your phone (obviously knowing the password) to block and delete everything about your ex on there.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who very much cares about you even if he doesn’t show it all that much.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who ruffles your hair relentlessly every time he sneaks up behind you and can’t hold back the smile that appears on his face at your reactions.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who loves ticking you off by using any methods possible, but is equally giddy at the prospect of making you happy.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who complains about buying you anything and calls you spoiled, but would buy you the world if it meant you’d be with him forever.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who takes your stuff without asking because you two are accustomed to stealing each other’s things; always keeping your things in good shape and making sure that they never get ruined upon being able to keep it.

CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND! tsukishima who scoffs at coach ukai when he mentions the prospect of you two being a couple yet again, but soon after changing his role of your childhood best friend to your boyfriend.

[its-weeping]

𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. | tsukishima kei

࣪ ִֶָ☾. synopsis. a small argument results in long-term consequences.

cw. light angst, insecurities, ooc, suggestive stuff towards the end

notes. did you guys know tsukki is actually really insecure about himself?

why did you ever think dating an outwardly rude guy was such a great idea?

there you were, sobbing into your pillow because the both of you had an argument. the whole thing was just idiotic in a sense; the argument started out with a discussion about something stupid but turned heated as you both went on and on.

of course, the two of you had had arguments before but they weren't to the extent that you had to press pause on the relationship.

that was the exact reason you were currently sobbing.

it was never excepted that this argument would have tsukishima impulsively pause the relationship.

you didn't get to cry for long as your eyelids felt heavy and before you knew it, you had fallen asleep.

the next day was hell because you had to act like nothing was wrong—like everything was perfect in your life. the most popular student shouldn't have a flaw nor problem in her life. that was the standard you set for yourself to follow.

so with that, you put on a charming smile and proceeded to behave as though nothing was wrong.

it irritated tsukishima when he watched you interact with others in such a normal way, even he was acting more impolite than usual because of your fight. you, on the other hand, were acting as if everything were fine and dandy.

and he didn't like that.

"you know, you can go apologize instead of just watching from a distance like a stranger."

yamaguchi suggests but tsukishima only tells him to shut up, which the green haired boy happily complies to.

how would i even begin to apologize if she's treating things like normal?

the taller male doesn't voice these thoughts, though, as he feels it would be useless to get advice from yamaguchi.

even at practice he notices you're more chipper than usual. it was the calm before the storm, tsukishima concludes finally.

the first few hours of school you hadn't talked with your boyfriend and it was fine, but when the last hours of school ticked by you grew worried.

you knew tsukishima was a stubborn and prideful guy, and so it wasn't a problem when you two wouldn't talk for a few hours. but he would never go to the extent of straight up ignoring you for eight days.

at this point, you were close to breaking down in public because of this. other students have already began noticing your extremely happy mood these past few days.

friends would ask if you were alright and that you seemed off.

you denied answering any of these questions and only resumed with whatever you were doing because you didn't want to worry them.

in light of this, you reacted strangely and this caused students to be more attentive of you.

well, not everyone.

your boyfriend still ignores you—even if you make the effort to try and talk to him.

"oi, tsukishima."

tsukishima looks up from his seat on the floor of the gym and sees kageyama with that serious expression of his.

the blonde only raises an eyebrow at his sudden appearance.

"what did you do?"

kageyama asks which shocks tsukishima slightly, the king would never talk to him about anything other than volleyball—unless accompanied by the ginger.

"what?"

"to my sister."

not even about his own sister.

the raven points at you in the distance. you looked awfully gloomy—actually you've been gloomy all week, but you hid it with a deceiving smile.

tsukishima was annoyed at that, annoyed because you were behaving as though everything was fine, and annoyed because of your fight.

but why was he even angry with you?

it wasn't your fault to begin with.

"i would never do that."

you say, tears threatening to fall from your eyes. tsukishima scoffs at the answer you give him.

"i saw the messages, so don't lie to me!"

"what texts?!"

"the one with that friend of yours! that– that stranger you always text."

it was your turn to scoff at the ridiculous accusation.

"your just misunderstood, kei."

you try to explain the situation but tsukishima wouldn't have it, he was rambling at that point.

"i don't even know why you chose me. you could have chosen anyone at your disposal but you chose me out of what? pity?"

those tears feel hot against your cheeks now.

"no! i don't pity you, kei. why would i?!"

"i don't know, maybe because i asked you out in front of your classmates? maybe because i looked pathetic doing it so you just had to say yes as to not damage your reputation?"

you were shaking in bitter laugher.

"what reputation?"

"you know what i'm talking about! you're popular, you've always been so popular, perfect, likable.. so why? why, out of everyone, would you choose me?"

"because i–" i love you.

the words stumble in your mouth.

"because you're who i want, who truly sees me as me, who i can be myself around. that's why i chose you."

"well you chose wrong."

it felt as if a sword pierced through your heart when you heard those words.

"i need time to think."

"kei, wait please!"

the blonde distinctly remembers you leaving his home with red puffy eyes because of the argument.

"that's none of your business."

he finally answers, but it only makes kageyama more infuriated.

"you better fix it, fast."

is all he says, however, as he didn't want to make a scene.

"whatever."

tsukishima stands and steps to tower in front of the shorter student as he says,

"it's still none of your business."

you were watching the interaction happen with a glum look until yachi taps your shoulder. the gesture makes you turn towards her with a forced smile.

"what's wrong?"

the female student says before any words are spoken between you two.

"nothing, i'm just feeling a bit down today."

"i suppose you've been down for the past week as well?"

her words surprise you and, immediately, you glance at where tsukishima was in nervousness.

yachi also looks toward his direction and 'ah's knowingly—something she began doing instead of reacting loudly ever since you all became second years.

"relationship problems?"

"it's complicated.."

"tell me about it."

the events from that night taunted you, but you desperately wished to vent to someone—luckily it had been hitoka as she already knew about the relationship.

the second year sits on the polished wood floor and pats the space next to her.

you sigh, following her actions and sat on the floor.

"it was a fight. kei, he accused me of cheating and i tried to explain that it wasn't like that but he changed the topic to why i was even with him. he told me that i pitied him, and that i was only in a relationship with him because i didn't want to damage my reputation."

your thoughts become incoherent, unclear, and hard to follow so you pause to try and collect yourself.

"but i don't, i don't pity him– i wouldn't. i just care for him so much and i don't want to lose him. i don't know how to make this right, i don't know how to apologize because this wasn't even my fault! i just.. i just want everything to be ok between us again."

tears form in your eyes but don't spill, the agony of having to hide the frustration seemed to be reaching closer to the surface everyday.

yachi, who had been quietly listening, extends her arm for a hug.

"it's going to be alright, he'll come to you when he's ready to apologize."

"i hope it'll be soon because i don't know how much longer i can put on a fake smile."

you laugh sarcastically and stand up, holding your hand out for hitoka to take.

that was tsukishima's queue to leave the area. he overheard the conversation you had with the second year, and it made him realize it doesn't matter if his insecurities were giving him doubts.

"my duty is my heart."

he would always hear you say. he thought it was stupid, who would make their heart their duty? it was idiotic to follow your heart, that mindset would only get you hurt in the end.

but maybe, just this once, he would follow his heart.

he would follow his heart all the way back to you.

you were bidding some school friends goodbye as it was the end of school when tsukishima approached you.

the tall male looks at you and gestures to a more private place to talk.

"what do you need, kei?"

you ask. you already knew why he needed to talk, but having been ignored for a week straight, you wanted to hear him apologize.

tsukishima hesitates before speaking.

"last week i reacted poorly and irrationally. i accused you of things i know you didn't do, and i.. i'm sorry. can you forgive me?"

you cross your arms over your chest in annoyance.

"you're an asshole, you know that?"

the blonde clenches his fists at the comment as he stares at you in slight desperation. the annoyance in your expression fades as you smile brightly—which confuses tsukishima.

"you're an asshole, but i forgive you. i forgive you, tsukishima kei."

you watch as your boyfriend sighs in relief and relax at your answer.

"you aren't mad?"

"oh, i'm very mad. you ignored me for a whole week and accused me of something i would never do. of course i would be mad."

tsukishima tenses again, but you hold his hand to reassure him.

"but, i still forgive you. i care for you, kei, a lot. i don't even think i could go two days without a good morning or goodnight from you, that's how much i like you."

"i care about you too, so much. i was just feeling insecure and seeing you with other people much better than me.."

you shut him up with a squeeze of his hand and a gentle smile.

"you have every right to be insecure but trust me when i say you are more than enough for me. sure, you may be an asshole but you're my asshole, and i'm not going to replace you with anyone else for as long as i live."

"so you'll get together with someone else in the afterlife?"

kei jests and you lightly punch his arm in response, a smile growing on both your faces.

"i might if you keep talking like that."

"good luck finding someone who's more of a pain in the ass than me."

arrogant as always, you roll your eyes at the comment jokingly.

"it won't be hard."

the words come out as a whisper as you pull him towards you and lean in close.

"that's believable."

tsukishima replies in a sarcastic tone, moving closer until your lips touch.

it was light and soft, like a feather brushing your arm, but soon it felt like a fireplace's heat as the desperation for each other seeped into the gentle kiss.

it had only been a week but that seemed like one week too long for the both of you without each other's touch.

the next day you were layered with familiar purple bruises around the upper part of your body. it was a joy tsukishima decided not to cover your jaw or areas on your neck that were visible.

after all, he was quite generous with them yesterday.

still, your body ached from the fast and needy pace your boyfriend had marked you in—that same boyfriend who was currently eyeing you down.

"what?" you ask in suspicion.

"maybe we should have heated arguments more often if i get to do this to you."

"kei!"

product of its-weeping ;༊ | do not plagiarize or translate.

[kikiyoomis]

hehe sorry for the sudden request but I've been really keeping this on my mind for so SO long and like can u pretty please make a fanfic with tsukishima or with any hq character u want with the trope "someone who believes they're hard to love" while the other person "loves them like its breathing" wuhsuehshhehe u get it rigghtt??!!!

tsukishima kei - "i'm hard to love" "loving you is like it's breathing"

you think it's all too good to be true. the way you're casually sitting across your boyfriend who used to be your long time crush since high school on a random tuesday just to have lunch together. the way you're still surprised about the fact that he reciprocated your feelings has your heart fluttering every time you thought about the day you two got together.

but sometimes you think you go overboard with your love. maybe it's because you have loved tsukishima for such a long time that you're just so excited to know that he loves you too. you want to be with him every second of the day, talk to him about everything on you mind and so much more. sometimes at the end of the day, after tsukishima walks you home, you think about whether or not you're too demanding from the relationship.

you want him to love you as easy as it was for you to love him but you can't help but worry about it. this was your first ever serious relationship and you don't want it to end up in flames.

tsukishima doesn't do anything outside of what he needs to do and what he's interested in. but what if your love was too much and he is no longer interested. what if you were too hard to love so he just decides enough is enough one day. you know he won't have any issues with breaking up with you if he can't do it anymore.

and that's what scares you the most.

you look down at the ramen you had ordered for lunch and noticed some extra pieces of meat that you know you didn't order in your bowl. glancing over at tsukishima's bowl you noticed that despite ordering the same ramen, you had twice as much meat and tsukishima has a lack of meat in his bowl.

"did you... give me the meat from your bowl?" you ask cautiously.

tsukishima takes a bite out of his ramen and wipes his mouth before speaking.

"you need the protein more than i do," he says casually, as if it wasn't anything he really thought too much of.

"but you're the athlete... here take my bowl i'll eat yours instead," you say pushing your bowl towards him. tsukishima looks at you almost incredulously.

"but i have my other means of getting protein. you haven't been eating well lately so you should eat it instead."

"you... noticed it?" although it wasn't deliberate, you have been skipping your meals in order to meet your deadlines. but it wasn't anything serious, you just stopped eating lunch nowadays and you've lost your appetite recently so you don't eat much anymore for dinner. just a filling breakfast works well for you.

"how could i not notice? i notice every little thing about you," tsukishima says with a soft smile.

"but..." you want to rebut him but nothing comes to mind.

"but what? it's the something i should do as your boyfriend."

oh, it's something he believes he should do as your boyfriend. maybe you were wearing him out too much...

"y/n, why do you look so sad? is there something bothering you?" tsukishima asks worriedly.

"i'm sorry, i'll take care of myself better so that it won't be a bother to you"

"bother to me? why would it be a bother to me? i just want you to be healthy."

"but it's making more work for you. i know my love is already overbearing so please don-"

"overbearing? who said that?" tsukishima's face grows with concern.

"no one! i just thought that i might be making extra work for you and i know you're already really busy so i don't want to be giving you a hard time on top of that!"

"you're my s/o though, how would this be extra work for me?"

"because i think sometimes i just ask too much of you"

tsukishima has an upset look on his face. you know this is it. the final push. maybe you shouldn't have said anything in the first place. maybe asking him out was already asking for too much.

you stare into your ramen, afraid that you really did mess it all up. there's an awkward silence between you and tsukishima. but while it was quiet between you, there was so much running through your head.

"i had a feeling you thought like that," tsukishima finally says. you feel your heart clench and everything hurts. you don't want to hear the rest of it, not when the best part of your life is coming to a close.

"but i didn't agree to your confession just because. i know i don't show it but i really do love you. i love you so much that i think that what i do for you isn't enough. you make it so easy for me to love you that i think it's easier than breathing."

you look up at him and tsukishima has the softest smile and the gentlest expression you have ever seen on him. he looks like someone who is completely and utterly head over heels in love. it's the first time you've seen him look like this. and to see that he's looking at you...

"but kei, i know i'm hard to love," you mumble.

"says who? who's opinion matters here more than mine?"

you chuckle a little to yourself, happy for his reassurance.

the two of you finish your meal and tsukishima pulls out his wallet to pay. on the way back home, you walk quietly beside him. the silence was comfortable. to be honest, you couldn't stop thinking about what he said earlier at lunch. you can feel yourself getting a little giddy as if you were still crushing on him.

just as you thought about it, a hand makes its way across your back and holding your waist.

"what are you thinking so happily about? it better not be another man," tsukishima says teasingly as he leans over to you so that his head rests on top of yours.

"thank you kei," you smile, leaning into his touch in response.

"i mean it you know. that i love you like it's easier than breathing," a tinge of red spreads across his cheeks and the tips of his ears. pressing a kiss to your forehead, his hand returns back to his side before quickly grabbing a hold of your hand.

[tobenasi]

Surprise! Happy birthday Tsuki!

[struwberrii]

haikyuu!! halloween headcanons ₊˚🕯️♱‧₊˚.

i know it’s july, i just love halloween time and it’s basically around the corner now that i think about it :3 but anywho here are some of my silly headcanons of what costumes/activities the haikyuu characters would do on halloween ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡

characters: tsuki, kuroo, bokuto, sugawara, semi, osamu

🕸 ⋆｡°✩ ⋆｡°✩🕸

tsukishima

probably thinks halloween is lame and doesn’t want to participate but i feel like you could convince him

at MOST he might put on some face paint or animal ears

would rather stay in and watch scary movies

probably randomly starts ranting about how halloween is a capitalist holiday or something

buys a huge bag of candy but only eats all the strawberry starburst and leaves the rest for you

when you’re at a suspenseful part of the movie he screams just to scare you

makes fun of all the people in bad costumes passing by his house with you

kuroo

has the ugliest costume ideas ever

bro is pulling up to the function as papa smurf

i know he’d be such a huge halloween fan

he lets you paint him blue 😭

probably invites you to a festival or party

takes 1000 pics of your night together

offers to carry your candy and literally just starts eating yours instead of his

tells scary stories all night and ends up scaring both of you guys

constantly talking about how good you look, bro is a sweetie pie

eats so much candy and goes home with a stomach ache

bokuto

i feel like he’d like halloween because he’d like dressing up but at the same time he would literally just wear any costume

i feel like his costume would also be really low budget and last minute but still cute

imagine bokuto as finn from adventure time ദ്ദി(ᵔᗜᵔ)

challenges you to see who can get more candy but somehow loses (eats) most of his candy by the end of the night

participated in every festival activity, like he is NOT playing about that sac race

i also feel like he might participate to be the person that sits in that dunk tank while people try to throw a ball at the target and make them fall yk?

someone gave him raisins and he was genuinely distraught

makes akaashi go to booths he already visited so he can get more candy (they stopped giving it out to him)

sugawara

he does NOT play about his halloween costumes

imagine suga as mr fox from fantastic mr fox :3

would probably make a million silly tiktok’s

also participates in every festival activity

he’s the one who hits the target and dunks bokuto into the water tank

offers you a bunch of his candy and then says you guys shouldn’t eat it because it’s bad for you

also eats like 3 caramel apples in that same breath

wants to end the night watching a horror movie and also jump scares you during suspenseful moments

semi

would probably throw a party and invite you ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧

probably just does cool skeleton face paint or something

plays the best music and has the best food

dedicates like half of his whole night to scaring you and gets tendou to help

leaves someone else in charge of the party while you two sneak off to his room with a bunch of snacks and drinks

maybe he even plays a song on guitar for you :o

he puts on a genuinely scary movie that has both of you in tears 😭

osamu

forgot to get a costume so he went as atsumu 😭

invites you to a halloween festival with him, not because he likes them but just to hang out with you and some of his friends

he and atsumu keep challenging each other at games and they both keep winning stuff

wins so many prizes at the booths and gives all of them to you

i feel like he’d only eat the twix bars he gets and no other candy

he’d probably want to leave the festival early bc he got bored

gets you guys junk food on the way home bc he’s tired

[dira333]

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

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(headcanon) Haikyuu boys, no one believes H/C is dating you

[Tsukishima Kei] Nobody believed Tsukishima Kei when he said he had a girlfriend. They didn’t believe him either when he said it was Y/N L/N. “Y/N-san? Her? Tsukishima-san I find it hard to believe that you have a girlfriend” “yeah, and that the girlfriend is y/n-san!” “Tsukishima? capable of scoring a sweet girl? Salt and sugar dont go well together” “shut up” Tsukishima had bonked Tanaka, feeling offended. “She IS my girlfriend and I can prove it. I’m bringing her here tomorrow.” And bring he did. The second years gawked and Kageyama was stunned silent, Hinata yelling in confusion and Yamaguchi just smiling.  Kei definitely felt satisfied with the reactions. “Do you believe me? Introduce yourself, love.” he told y/n, who smiled softly and shyly “Hi, i’m Y/N L/N..Kei’s girlfriend. It’s nice to meet all of you.” You calling him by his first name did it for them, and they finally believed it, though they’d admit they were surprised Tsukishima Kei, a tall salty blonde haired teenager, could score someone as sweet as you. Turns out salt and sugar could go well together, as long as the mixture is exact and perfect. Tsukishima and Y/n were the perfect mix. author’s note: HI OMG IM SORRY I HAVENT BEEN ON THIS APP IN SO LONG... I’ve been reading but didn’t have motivation or prompts to write stories/short fics but here you are! Have a great day everyone! <3