#yachi x reader platonic

[omi-boshi]

been having massive brainworms of yachi and kiyoomi meeting in college and becoming close friends + yachi having to play wingman for kiyoomi when he meets you

cannot stop thinking about unlikely friends yachi and kiyoomi. they probably first met during nationals in kiyoomi's last year in itachiyama. maybe she piqued his interest when he heard her tell hinata to go back to the bathroom and wash his hands properly. they met again in uni and stuck together until they graduated and had to part ways because of their career choices.

and it probably was a gradual thing too, how they became friends. with kiyoomi being generally prickly and yachi being so shy. they just started sitting at the same table one day in the library. then, small nods of acknowledgment became hesitant attempts at small talk. then, it turned into kiyoomi crashing into the chair across from yachi that he has deemed his throughout the semester and immediately complaining about some professor while yachi nods in sympathy. then, it turned into yachi buying two orders of her coffee for that day because she knew kiyoomi would try stealing her coffee under the guise of "i just wanted to try what sugary concoction you brought today, hitoka. c'mon." that he swears he doesn't like. they probably also have matching keychains that kiyoomi bought for them on a whim one day when he was out in the city. and kiyoomi was definitely the person yachi had on speed dial for when she went on dates that started well but ended up making her uncomfortable. and in turn, yachi was the first one he told about you, about the person he was paired up with for a class presentation. she was the first to notice when kiyoomi started crushing on you, even before he himself realized. to notice the way kiyoomi would stare at you longer than necessary, gaze warm with an undercurrent of longing. and the way it might not be as one-sided as kiyoomi deemed it was when she catches you stealing glances at him when you think no one was looking. and naturally, yachi is the first to set the both of you up, ditching the hangout the three of you planned with motoya and tsukasa (that was two weeks in the making, mind you) because "ah, sorry! a very important deadline was moved to today and motoya, tsukasa-san, and i haven't even done half of it." kiyoomi would be disgruntled at how bad that excuse was because the three of them aren't even in the same classes, let alone groupings. and he tells yachi as much. you are none the wiser of course. "i'm really sorry!!! i was so excited too :(( we'll make it up to you both okay? xo" yachi would send to you and to kiyoomi, "if you don't end up kissing them by the end of tonight, don't even bother texting me. good luck!" - [Today 10:19PM] thanks, hitoka

[honeekyuu]

squeeze. [sakusa kiyoomi x reader] brews abridged intros.

aone's body count

masterlist.

[playlist]. brews abridged || vibes

a/n. i come here today to convince molly that aone is a pleasant lovely wonderful glorious perfect beautiful incredible precious lovable-[GUNSHOTS]

warnings: platonic soulmates hinatayn

✗ !!! minors do not interact !!! ✗

✗ !!! ignore timestamps !!! ✗

brews abridged is a 3-in-1 coffee shop-bookstore-wine bar (ive been to one of these before, theyre kinda crazy). theyve been in business for five years

hinata always wanted to run a bookstore and yachi always wanted to run a cafe, and yn said why the fuck not both??? and aone just nodded and joined in for the vibes

none of them know a single fucking thing about wine or running a wine bar, but it is somehow their most popular feature

they leave aone in charge of it and he just pours a glass of the nearest thing when customers approach the bar. people dont ask him for recommendations because it is so painfully clear he wont answer. it works for some reason, the masses love him.

otherwise, aone can most often be found lingering in hinata's general vicinity and pointing aggressively at shelves when people ask him for book recs

hinata's favorite pastime is starting arguments with aone because it is literally just him getting riled up and aone staring down at him and making faces

yachi is their token flower pretty baby girl -- she just smiles and speaks in butterflies and rainbows and every regular is in love with her

she upcharges them for their lattes when theyre not looking. she's never been caught

she is also responsible for aone's twt header. he had no opinions on the matter

the brews abridged crew are also roommates

they have a running tally called “days since aone’s spoken” hanging in the kitchen, because he texts in exclusively emojis 90% of the time

yn and hinata are childhood best friends, and they met yachi in high school. yn met aone in a bookstore and realized over the course of a few weeks that they were both regulars. she decided he was the most precious man to ever walk the earth and promptly adopted him. to this day, he has no idea what the hell that was about

aone’s music taste is JUST the brews abridged playlist. He only listens to the brews abridged playlist. this is why he doesnt have a spotify profile lol -- he doesnt add to their collaborative shop playlist at ALL, he just consumes and bops his little head

yn has a spine tattoo of a snake, and only her roommates know this. hinata has the same tattoo on his sternum.

hinatayn are platonic soulmates, they share a single brain cell and often make freaky telepathic eye contact across rooms

they flipped a coin for who had to get the sternum tattoo because it’s simply that painful and neither of them wanted it but they had already committed to the soulmate tattoos

let’s not talk ab the fact that they flipped a fucking coin to decide tattoo placements

hinata named their group chat. aone doesnt understand. he's never slept with any of them? why are they his body count?

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@reignsaway @a-little-pebbl @bakingcuriosity @dondoncool @corvid007

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she put my hand up on her throat and told me // squeeze that shiiii-

squeeze [ghostemane].

[wingedcupcaketimemachine]

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𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

ill write pretty much anything as long as its not weird, like no proshipping or weird kinks or wtv. as a gay man I don't feel comfortable writing romantic pairing with female characters but I'm more than happy to write platonic works for them. i will also write both ships and x reader, unless specified all x readers will be gender neutral, but I will write for any specified gender.

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yuu nishinoya

kuroo tetsurō

bokuto kotaro

tanaka ryuunosuke

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[mayariviolet]

From The Start

Synopsis: "Saying he was a close friend would be insufficient. Admitting you only liked him platonically when Yachi asked, felt like a misnomer." - Your friend Tanaka gets himself into a shitty situation, leaving you to have a close encounter with an old friend for help and hope that it won't open any new wounds.

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cw: (Suggestive themes but NO smut) F! Reader, Suna Rintarou, Suna Rintarou x Reader, minor or background relationships, NO USE OF Y/N BC I HATE IT, college au, time-skip, mental health issues, friends to lovers but like rlly fast, fluff/angst, hurt/comfort, one-shot, drug use, implied drug addiction, second pov, multiple pov, basically a lot of references to drugs (don't clock me I'm writing from experience), lots of emotional turmoil, idk what else!

a/n: I originally wrote this in 2021 when I was trying to sort out some complicated feelings with this guy I was dating. I returned to this draft recently and added more context to the point where it's indistinguishable from my original. A lot of this is based on my own experiences but muted, especially at the end (iykyk). Also, enjoy the playlist I made! (if there's an opportunity for me to make one, I will do it). It's also on Ao3.

words: 8.7k (I have a problem)

*Ding* 

Ryūnosuke Tanaka (t money): You're gonna be fineeeee. He's like a really chill guy now B)

You: Sure, but like... I've never gone alone before :(

*Ding* 

Hitoka Yachi <3 Emphasized a text. 

Hitoka Yachi <3: It's going to be okay! If I could do it, so could you <3 <3 <3 But no pressure if you can't do it. Just come by my apartment around 7 p.m. for pre-drinks, but the party starts at 10 p.m.

*Ding Ding* 

Yu Nishinoya (Captain Underpants): You got this! See if you can get a discount ;)

You Laughed at a message.

Yu Nishinoya (Captain Underpants): I love the fact that he rolls them in front of whoever is buying.

T-Money Liked a message.

You: waaaa...okay, thanks, guys. I should be there in 30 min?

*Ding Ding* 

Captain Underpants Liked a message.

Hitoka Yachi <3 Loved a message 

T-Money Liked a message.

Knock Knock

Shoving the phone into your back pocket, you shift your weight back and forth. A lonely dance with no accompaniment at his front door atop the grimy green carpet."It's supposed to be a quick in and out."  You think, "You have nothing to worry about; just r e l a x." 

If Ryūnosuke weren't currently dealing with explosive diarrhea, he would be picking up with you. You don't even want to smoke before Yachi's iconic end-of-the-semester party so you can remember it this year. You had a bad habit of blacking out since going out was a rare occasion. But here you are in front of Suna Rintarou's room, feeling like you are about to explode.

All because Tanaka decided only to drink bubble tea for breakfast and eat nothing else to get belligerent at the party because he "didn't want to pay more for drinks" despite Yachi always having spare liquor for him and Nishinoya specifically. You swear, they would've learned their lesson after three almost four years.

Knock Knock 

"Uhm... hello?"

The palms of your hands are sopping with sweat. So much so that you keep rubbing them along the hem of your pants. Hoping your anxiety will seep into your clothes and evenly distribute them throughout your body. Gingerly raising a fist, you're about to knock again before the sounds of shuffling and soft footsteps toward the door interrupt you.

Suna opens the door halfway, giving you a quick up-and-down glance. His eyes lingered on your half-buttoned, see-through white top, settling on your black, lacy bralette before making eye contact with you again. The dark hair you're familiar with is dishevelled but not ugly. He crosses his arms and leans against the door frame before saying hello.

"Where's Baldy?"

"He's dealing with a... stomach issue," You reply with a tight-lipped smile. "So I'm picking up for Yachi's party tonight. Oh! and here." You pull a $20 from your bra and hand it to him. Crossing your arms to cover the provocative outfit hand-picked by Yachi. 

"For the pre-rolls." He hums non-committally and grabs the cash, stuffing it in his pocket before stepping aside to let you in.

Entering his dorm, it's illuminated only by warm lighting. A steel desk lamp and warm white LED strip lights are placed elegantly behind the headboard and desk. His room is plastered with tasteful posters from vintage skateboard magazines, vinyl and movie posters, save for one fake succulent and a digital alarm clock for decoration beside his nightstand.

An earthy candle scent greets you, which does minimal to cover the offensive smell of weed emulating from the rest of the room. It's so nauseating that you can't help but contort your face. Suna, on the other hand, remains as stoic as you remembered.

"Can you close the door? You're gonna stink up the hall." He returns to his seat and unpauses the soft rnb music coming from his laptop before grinding the flower.

"Sorry," you whisper and hastily but carefully close the door. "So, how have you been?"

Suna furrows his brows, slumping further into his chair, wiping the remaining overflow of flower from the grinder into a small tin can. 

"Coping." He gives an exasperated sigh, "You?"

"Living the dream." There is a pause, and you hover awkwardly between the door and his bed. Wobbling like a starved carnival performer with Suna as the sole unimpressed audience member.

"You can sit wherever." He motions vaguely to his bed, never looking at you when he does.

Having met Suna during orientation week, you two hit it off instantly, rarely arguing. His ability to effortlessly charm a room was so endearing. Perhaps he felt the same way. It was a little awkward whenever you two were alone. He became quieter, but not in an 'I have a superiority complex' way, just a comfortable shyness. At least that's what you thought.

First, it was annoying, considering you liked his bravado, and it was a shame that he didn't actually seem like that. Over time, he initiated more conversations. Whatever words he chose to say had an actual meaning, which was more than most people could say. It was something that you grew to accept and admire even.

You two were inseparable. However, you grew distant over the years. You were only keeping in touch via liking each other's posts on social media. It's a fake sense of closeness, really, since liking a post here and there isn't indicative of camaraderie—a thought you reiterated over and over like a heretics' mantra. 

Despite that, you found yourself praying that whatever he posted next wouldn't be an 'anniversary post.' Although that shouldn't even be a problem, at least one that you should be concerned with. Considering you weren't in his life anymore. Luckily, he only uploaded skateboarding tricks that he pulled off, and Atsumu fails.

Was this healthy? No. Was your form of pre-workout analyzing the tagged photos of him with other girls yielding progress? Absolutely. Again, you're thankful that these posts were not on his profile and always featured a disinterested Suna with hands just hovering over their shoulders. But that also could mean nothing.

Unsurprisingly, the pre-med program you tortured yourself with did not precisely align with his computer science program and intense volleyball schedule. Now that the first half of your fourth year is closing, Yachi invited everyone from the 'first-year farewell' party as a 'happy reunion.' Hooray.

That was the last time you saw Suna at a party and interacted amicably (from what you could remember) in the most liberal use of the word. Now, all Suna could muster were halfway smiles when the universe decided to let your paths cross on campus and, occasionally, the city. He occasionally appeared at other functions but never for more than an hour, accrediting it 'being busy.' Mutual friends give a constant reminder of 'just missed him!' whenever you ask if he was there. Eventually, you gave up hope of ever seeing him again.

"So, uhm, did you get Yachi's invite?" You ask, making your way to the neat bed, feeling slightly emboldened. The heels you're wearing carefully navigate the surprisingly clean floor so as not to step on anything important you couldn't see. Perhaps asking him in person could evoke a desired outcome. Highly doubtful, though. 

"Yep. I don't know if I'll go, though." He stretches his back, giving a slight shrug.

"Ah... busy, I'm assuming?"

"You know me."

"Of course," you try to reply in a matter-of-fact tone, but it does very little to hide your disappointment in his response. Why did you even bother again? Even though Suna hasn't turned around since you entered the room, he can feel your mood damping from his response.

"We'll see." He stretches his back, puffing out his chest slightly. "Depends on if any cool people are going." He gives you a quick sideways glance and flashes a smirk, scratching the back of his head. The blush on your face creeping up from the depths of your desire. Hopefully, Suna doesn't notice. You couldn't handle getting interrogated about why. Although he would say he's teasing, you know Suna would hold it over your head. Flashes of your last interactions have you blinking back into reality, shoving any unwarranted thoughts back into the recesses of your mind.

"You look nice, though," he says so quietly it's almost a mumble.

"Thank you, Suna," you reply dryly, attempting to be nonchalant. "That means a lot."

His long dark hair framed his face, concentrated as he tried to finish packing every gram he could fit into the grinder. Your first impression of Suna was he looked so cool and hot. The second impression was his dry and well-timed wit. Though his tone sometimes bordered on apathy. Regardless, he's funny without even trying. Suna was the kind of annoying hot person who adamantly denied that whatever higher powers that be blessed him with a symmetrical face and clear skin. An unrequited physical attraction, at best that should never be acted upon. It's like a celebrity crush. Despite everything, you want him to be happy.

"How's practice going?" you ask.

"Good, actually. I've been spending more time planning drills. Being co-captain is harder than I thought. At least with Tsukishima, I have someone that I could work well with."

"That's good," You hum, with no particular conviction, before making yourself comfortable on his bed. "I'm glad things are going well." He nods.

It was much neater than when you last spoke. Looking around at the neatly placed posters contrasted by the neat pile of volleyball equipment next to the dresser, you appreciate the difference. It looked like Suna had just gotten out of practice not too long ago.

"Don't mind the mess; I've been trying to do extra warmups and cool-downs for the team. Also, trying to plan practice after the break is gruesome." Suna calls out your name without turning around. "So, is there anything else you're looking for? Molly? Adderall? Coke?"

"Uhm-" Your body tenses and shifts forward on the bed. 

"I'm joking; relax." he tries to chuckle, but it comes out slightly disingenuous. Nervous almost. "I only deal weed and its variants."

You let out an audible sigh of relief, crumbling forward. For a brief moment, you swear Suna smirked, but his stoicism quickly returned. Someone who didn't know Suna would think he was being off-putting. They couldn't understand the pleasure of his flirtatious teasing. Fuck him for still making you flustered.

"I only have hybrids right now," He rummages around his box, looking for a small, unassuming paper bag for the blunts he has yet to roll for you, "but it's sativa leaning. Is that okay? I also only have half a gram left... My bad, I need to restock. Sugawara drained my supply."

"That's fine," you reply. You play with the sheets in between your fingers to calm your nerves. "Do what you need to do."

You haven't been alone with him in so long. Something changed over the years, and Suna went from being mainly sober to an absolute pothead turned part-time dealer. His clientele was thankfully reduced to inner circle people—some of whom you shared. Yachi, Nishinoya and Ryūnosuke, to name a few. However, there was minimal overlap. Any updates about his life reached you through social media or hearsay from his buyers.

Gone were the late-night study sessions and early-morning coffee runs. He would happily help you with each mundane task, and you did the same. Helping each other became second nature. Beyond being enamoured by his looks, this is what you admired most about him. You envied his ability to have fun and help without being too condescending. 

Even doing nothing together felt like it meant everything. Until the distance between you two felt too vast. When you two were squished together on the comically small loveseat during group study sessions, his body warmed next to yours. However, his eyes became colder as he looked out into the distance. Rintarou- no, Suna was slipping out of your life.

Saying he was a close friend would be insufficient. Admitting you only liked him platonically when Yachi asked, felt like a misnomer.

***

First Year: Second Semester

Rintarou : ) : I'm busy that day. How about Thursday?

You: I have a 'preparing for your practicum' workshop. What about next week? 

Rintarou :) : Can't. Volleyball practice. I'm doing a hackathon, too.

Rintarou :) : Tsukishima is trying to show the team something. Buddy thinks just because he blocked Ushijima once, he can lead drills.

You Laughed at a message.

You: Don't kill me. It sounds like you've been hanging out with the Canadian recruits lately.

Rintarou :) : They're teaching me slang. Helps me when I'm 'chirping' the other team.

You Disliked a message.

Rintarou :) : Also, do you have an extra pencil case?

You: Yeah I do.

You: Okay. Let's play it by ear. ^

You: Just text me your schedule :)

Rintarou :) Loved your message.

Rintarou :) : Of course. Wanna call and study tonight?

You: Of course.

You: Actually, come by my room instead. :3

Rintarou :) : You want me so bad, huh? ;)

You: Stop this.

You: (.-.)

You: Just come and get this fucking box, loser.

Rintarou :) : Which box? ;) :)

You: I'll loosen the wheels on your skateboard when you least expect it.

Rintarou :) : Nooo

Rintarou :) :  I'll be there soon. I work better with you anyway.

You: mhm. 

You: Keep flattering me. I need it.

Closing the iMessage tab, you shift your attention to finishing the lab report for Intro to Chemistry. Resisting the urge to reread your messages because if you do, you'll explode. Rarely did shameless flirting make you this giddy. But coming from a friend was fine or felt fine? Morally acceptable? There was a persistent dull ache as you remembered that Rintarou would never see you as more than a friend. Annoyed at the influx of additional comments on your edits from inept group members, you turn on Do Not Disturb. Rintarou came to your room fifteen minutes later with your exact iced matcha order (how he got it perfect when you never told him was a mystery) and plenty of volleyball practice drama to vent about.

Apparently, Tsukishima was very annoyed about being benched for the next couple of games—something about a sprained finger. Tsukishima's misfortune benefited Rintarou as he got more game time now. Your updates included several shitty dates that went nowhere. When Rintarou asked for their social media handles, he laughed roaringly before making scarily accurate observations based on their looks.

Hands shaky from laughing so hard, you begged him to stop, but he refused. His deadpan delivery never failed to bring about your smile. Of course, Rintarou was only chatty for a short period before slipping into the familiar, mutual comfort of doing your own thing but together.

"Not to get sentimental, but I'm glad we're friends." You smile at him, cutting the silence before laying your head on his shoulder.

A pause.

"Friends?" He asks, voice shaking slightly.

"Of course? I hope that we can be friends for a long time."

"I want that too."

He hums and stirs in his position to make you more comfortable before resting his head atop yours. Not looking at him, you could sense a smile creeping across his usual melancholy disposition. The next several hours were dedicated to working on various assignments. Rintarou sits on your bed, leaning against the wall while you move to lay your head on his thighs. Despite you offering your desk space, he wanted to sit next to you.

You are clacking away at your keyboard while he reviews his notes. His woody cologne added an extra layer of reassurance. You're prone to overthinking, and being with him gave you a happy radio silence.

Peace. It's all you could ever ask from a friend. The comfortable quiet is only interrupted by distant screaming from frat parties and Rintarou asking if you want a smoke break (a good stress relief, he says). But you politely decline each time. Suggesting that you two smoke another time when you're less busy. "Okay, another time. Promise?" He would ask, and you hummed in agreement.

After asking, Rintarou would be erratically checking his phone. Nothing out of the ordinary. That man is glued to his phone. It could be a third arm.

However, the smiling at someone's texts. That was new. You tried not to let your mind wander. Shoving down the image of Rintarou flirting with some girl. It's almost enough to let a string of bile rise from your stomach. Did he react the same way to seeing you?

"Ugh!" you groan, sitting up from Rintarou's legs and stretching. The cropped crewneck sweater you thrifted pulls up, exposing your bra. Rintarou looks the other way, tugging the bottom of the sweater and pointing to the window you're facing.

You scramble to become presentable, and he laughs at your flushed disposition, "Shut up."

"What's wrong? Are you getting a headache? You were working so hard until ten minutes ago," he asks, putting his notes aside. "You've been staring at a blank screen ever since."

You let out an exasperated sigh and fiddle with the hem of your leggings, "I'm just frustrated. I'm just trying to help with this lab report. But all of my edits don't get resolved, and people keep saying I'm too anal. Why would they want to settle for mediocrity? Plus, my participation is contingent on successful group work."

Rintarou listens to you ramble for however many minutes, and you eventually find yourself back in his lap. The soft caress of his hand across your head easing your worries. Times like these make it hard to remember that he is not your boyfriend.

"It must be hard being ambitious," he murmurs, "but I believe in you. You're putting in the effort."

"So are you," you hum, turning your head to look up at his face, admiring his strong and lean build, letting your hand grasp his bicep. "Aren't you a contender for being on the starting lineup now? So close to becoming captain!" His gaze softens at your touch, and he smiles at you. He couldn't quite properly describe how you made him feel. Rintarou thought no string of words could ever describe the overflowing emotions you evoked.

"It's nothing major," he says dramatically, rolling his eyes. "Thank you."

"I'm always cheering you on. No matter what."

An emergency team meeting scheduled early the next morning cuts your 'study session' even though you and Rintarou were procrastinating, tangled bodies. Platonically. You are still lying on his lap as he soothingly and methodically moves the hair away from your forehead. Fingers are slightly calloused and taped. The headache from studying for hours, acting like some bat signal for Rintarou to soothe you without asking, almost lulling you to sleep. The sun was threatening to make its appearance on the horizon anyway. He shoves the wooden pencil case (your unused extra wooden craft box) into his bag.

"I'll give this back to you when I can," he says, zipping up his bag before slinging it on one shoulder. 

"No worries if you don't. Consider it a gift for getting more play time." you smile at him.

"I'm gonna get you something, too! You'll have to wait. Heh." He pulls you into a deep embrace. You hugged Rintarou goodbye, and he was the first to pull away. There was a gnawing pain that this would be the last time you two saw each other. Like really saw each other. Chalking it up to paranoia and anxiety from the lab report, you didn't dwell on it too much. Desperately trying not to hyper-fixate on what he's doing. Or you tried, too, at least. You're friends. You have to keep reminding yourself—just friends.

Weekday study session requests were slowly replaced with smoke break hangouts instead. You declined almost every single time, except maybe once or twice. Citing the 8:30 am labs. He knew how important school was to you. Yet here he is, flippant as ever. Rintarou's smoke breaks from volleyball stress, gradually filling up his time between class and practice.

Even after training, his free time was occupied with team affairs—a different crowd—a different Rintarou. He stopped doing hackathons and other nerdy shit. His roommate Osamu just shook his head whenever you tried to drop by like usual. Class or Volleyball was the default answer. Over time, your texts would be left on seen or 'delivered' for hours, days, etc.

Your attempts to attend his important games were thwarted by copious schoolwork and beefing up your resume with volunteer hours. It was a wonder that he could do all this while maintaining a good GPA. To say you were struggling would be an understatement. Nevertheless, you had to keep going. You couldn't afford to fail. Eventually, Rintarou stopped trying, too, and you stopped expecting a text back. One week turned into two, and then three weeks of cancelled plans. A storm finally caged his erratic behaviour and gave him a deadly cold. A harsh transition from winter to the promise of spring. The rain pittering when he buzzed you in. 

"You don't know how to have fun anymore," he spat, rolling his eyes. You stood dumbfounded, only getting peaks into his once neat room, covered in grime. It reeked of neglect. He told you he was sick, and despite not hanging out for weeks, you dropped off some soup between classes. Brushing the offer to smoke, Suna's tone with you became increasingly bitter.

"Rintarou-" you start, looking up at him, hoping that this abrasive attitude is just another bit. "I just don't think greening out means you're having fun," you mutter, head slumping forward and shaking in slight disappointment.

His jaw clenches. The flickering blue LED light only highlighted the dullness in his eyes, glossed over. No longer the warmth that you associated with him. Rintarou's face was drained of colour. He clearly wiped off some sweat in his sloppy-looking Inarizaki crew sweater before seeing you at the door. Some wet spots on the shoulders and his damp hair suggest he either just had a shower or was itching to smoke outside in the rain. The soft drizzling broke into a torrential downpour, a distant thunderclap cutting the tension between you two.

"Don't get familiar," He scoffs, letting out an empty laugh. "I'm sick; cut me some slack. I'm still going to class and practice, aren't I? Worry about yourself."

"We're friends. Let me worry." At this point, it's hard to differentiate between the storm roaring outside and the silent scream your heart is letting out. "You were doting on me when that guy literally stood me up for three hours at the bar. Or how about when I had a bad migraine spell and you can over to drop off my class notes? You look tired. The stress seems like its getting to you, Rin-"

"Like I said. Don't get familiar. We're not dating." He rolls his eyes, reaching to close the door on you, but you slam it open before you can even think. Rintarou jumps back a little. "Woah, You're getting bold. Maybe one or two more people to sleep with, and you'll learn to have some self-respect."

"Are you fucking high right now? What's wrong with you?" you snap, "You're sick. Don't you have away games soon?"

"You're not gonna show up anyways," he shoots. 

Fuck you, asshole, I'm done trying. You think. At some point, the hand lying flat on the oak door turned into a white-knuckled fist. Who fucking cares if he's taller than you. You'll chew him out like you're as tall as Yao Ming.

A girl's voice interrupts the escalating conversation between you two. It's hard to determine exactly what she said, but you're all too familiar with her tone. It's a whiney need for attention for a mediocre man. The exact cadence that Rintar-no. It was Suna's exact tone that would scold you whenever you showed him the ugliest man in the world you're currently crying about. He looks over his shoulder into the void and then back at you. Do you even know this guy anymore? Or did you even know him in the first place?

"Don't you have class in thirty minutes? You should leave,"  he sighs, "That building is across campus. Plus, I have a girl over. Come back later if you actually wanna hang out and do something."

"You're so fucking stupid." As soon as you spit out the last few words, pain flashed across his face. It made your stomach turn in guilt. You didn't believe that at all. Who else would have won the hackathon against two master's students with published journals in their first year? 

"Yeah, maybe to you."

The motion of his door slamming in front of you timed perfectly with the power surge, which blacked out the hallway—leaving the emergency lights on. No doubt, the class will be cancelled now. How could he leave like that? Doesn't he care? A part of you wanted to barge into the room. However, your body wouldn't let you. Instead, the damp tennis shoes you wore carried you back to your dorm.

Walking so slowly that a passerby couldn't tell if it was the torrential downpour making your cheeks wet or something else. The distance weighed heavily on your mental health. The breaks in between school were marred with loathing and pity. Fuck. You should have said something. Kicked, screamed, something better than standing there looking stupid while he closed the door on your face.

Or, at the very least, give him a swift backhand. Luckily, Yachi provided some clarity after you broke down seeing him at her party. You gave her the whole rundown of what happened, filling out details you previously omitted during wine nights with Yamaguchi. Yachi was funnier than she gave herself credit. Besides the fill-in role for Asahi's stage play costuming (reprising her role of Town Person B), she made the hilarious observation that Suna probably had feelings for you. Better than that, he was jealous! Hah! What did he have to be jealous about?

After several bottles of Riesling and Yamaguchi's departure, you and Yachi devised a plan for the next semester. If you wanted to graduate Summa Cum Laude for post-graduate applications, to be the first in your family to become a doctor. Suna would have to figure out what to do on his own.

Second Year: First Semester

When he finally attempted to meet up the second year, it was to return the wooden box you gifted. Your finger hovered over the conversation—a slew of emotions washing over you. Your freshly manicured thumb slides up to see the notification. The offensive summer heat blurs the lines between nervous sweat and your body's pathetic attempt at self-regulation. Every single possibility from this interaction was too much. A few taps later, the conversation is deleted. 

***

It was a gruelling three years—a long road of focusing on academics and balancing self-care and mental health. Yachi suggested talking to a therapist and academic advisor to make concrete plans you knew you could follow through with. Romance is on the back burner after two shitty hookups third-year. The dick was so traumatizing and mediocre that it twisted your arm into celibacy. To your dismay, Suna would remain a passing thought whenever you were intimate with anyone else. So that didn't help. You told him your goals, and he told you his. 

He chose his support system, and it wasn't you. As painful as it was, you learned to accept that. There's no value in trying to help someone who doesn't want to accept it. At least that's what your therapist said. Still, he plagued your daily life in minuscule ways. Weaving his stupid face and joking flirtations into your cerebrum. Refusing to let go—a dummy sense of warmth.

Suna looks better than the last time you interacted. Full cheeks, sharp features and clean. He stands up from his chair, shuffling through his backpack for something, and you follow closely behind, leaning against the dresser. Looking intently into his bag, Suna pulls out a large matte jar loosely closed containing the aforementioned hybrid flowers; the smell was almost suffocating despite being mostly contained.

"Do you want me to open the window? Because I can." It was annoying how much Suna could read you even after all these years.

"No, I'm fine. It's not that bad." You choke, trying to suppress the cough fighting its way up your throat.

"Oh my gosh, no, it's not fine." He stops whatever he's doing and hastily makes his way to the window—opening it to let in much-needed airflow. Your face was hot with embarrassment. Get a Grip!

The crisp air is doing a push-and-pull dance with Suna's candle.

For a brief moment, his cologne joins in on the tango. Your heart flutters slightly like some Pavlovian response. When he opened the window, you couldn't help but stare at his hands and how the tendons in his arms flexed, especially how he tugged at the latch to jam open the window.

You take a deep inhale. "Thanks, Suna."

"I thought we were close enough to drop the honorific."

His voice is warm, but he's still not looking at you. From the dim lights, it looks like his ears are turning red. His navy oversized hoodie did nothing to hide him. No matter how hard he tried.

"Are we?" you tease, letting out an airy chuckle, "The last couple of years feel like it would imply otherwise. Actually, our last conversation specifically." the last half of the sentence spilled out like a delayed venomous snake bite.

Suna winces, giving a slight nod as if acknowledging what happened. His shoulders are tense like he's itching to say more, picking at the loose lint on his sweater before ripping a loose thread. 

"I see you've been doing well from what you post on Instagram, at least. Congratulations on that summer internship, by the way. I remembered how hard you were working the first year." he says, taking you back. "Makes me smile to see you happy."

You attempt to blink back your surprise. Recuperating before mustering an appropriate response. "Thank you. It was a lot of work, and I had to turn down a lot of fun stuff," you sigh, "But the experience was worth it. It's nice to see you happy too."

Suna blushes, "I'm surprised you have the time to even go out. Seems like we're always missing each other at Yachi's parties."

"Are you serious? You're the one that always leaves early, Suna-" you scoff.

"Rintarou. And you're the one that always comes late. Used to be the other way around."

"I had things to do."

"Me too."

The slight, comfortable banter you slipped into almost felt like old times. But the good parts. Rintarou turns around, and you can finally see his whole face. Effortless. He was effortlessly beautiful. His cheeks were slightly flushed from the influx of air, you assume.

"Is something wrong? Your face got red, and you keep playing with your fingers." Rintarou asks, cocking his head with curiosity and a smirk. "Woah, your face is getting redder. I guess you're right. We aren't as close as I remember. Maybe you should keep the honorific. You'll kill me less." he goads.

"No, no, everything is fine. It's just-"  Quick! Think of something! Anything!  "It's just… I've never rolled before. Can you teach me? I've only really smoked from Kozume's bong and other pre-rolled stuff..." A blatant lie, and he knew it. Still, he entertained the request, although his face seemed to drop slightly—a sharp pain seared through every artery and aorta valve in your heart at his visible confusion.

Why are you even entertaining this? Fuck you, Ryūnosuke. If you weren't obliterating a toilet right now, this wouldn't be happening. "Please?" Perhaps if you played your cards right, you could hurl your body out the window. It would hurt less. 

"Huh, that wasn't what I was expecting." He sighs, nodding over to the direction of his desk. "Lucky you, I was just about to roll something right now. Well, before you came." He returned to his seat, where everything was in the neat wooden box. If you didn't know him, you would probably think it's just a fancy pencil case. Another more ornate-looking box is shoved into a corner. It looks unused.

"Did you know you gave me this?" He asks, breaking you away from your thoughts.

"Huh? When?"

"First year. Second semester. I couldn't bring myself to throw it away."

Oh.

"I don't remember that." Your reply is short. Another lie. Rintarou raises his brows at you in disbelief but concedes. "Should have given it back to me, though. An apology would have been nice, too." It is a pathetic attempt at banter again, but disdain slips through your lips. You are betraying your facade.

"You know what you told me when I tried to give it back?" He asks, and you shake your head, "You told me: 'Either sell it or don't bother.' It was at Yachi’s farewell party. I tried again but- You were mad at me, but I couldn't figure out why. Until a year ago. I'm really stupid in that sense."

The dull pain which sat firmly on your chest started to thud louder and louder. "Well, I'm glad you got some use out of it."

"I don't blame you for being mad. I know you were trying to help in your own way." You're too flabbergasted to respond, but Rintarou seems like he's on a roll; besides, what could you even say? This is all you could have asked for. His apology is long overdue. Although you've already accepted that, you might not get an apology anyway. 

"Anyways-" he pulls out the large matte jar from earlier, measuring the weed carefully and placing some to the side to roll for you later. He was careful not to make a mess. "It's time to learn. Are you ready?" He returns to the freshly ground weed from earlier and starts prepping the paper.

"C'mere, you can't see it from there." You approach the desk, half sitting on it, to inspect his work. He carefully placed the ground weed in the middle of the paper, rolling it with such care that it almost didn't look real. The same care that Rintarou did whenever a headache crept up on you, and he carded through your hair. It's almost like he was pushing away all your problems; this isn't the same Rintarou you think. At least you hope not for his sake. His fingers pinch the end, making a small cone-like shape, and you maintain an almost voyeuristic gaze. His hands still had a little bit of tape on them from volleyball practice.

"Rintarou, who taught you how to roll?" You ask, and he finishes rolling, but before he answers your question, he sits a little higher in his chair and motions for you to come closer to his face.

"Stick your tongue out." his gaze meets yours, almost at eye level, as he holds the blunt.

"What? Why do I have to do that?" the heat rushes to your skin, and it feels like the sun gave a swift slap across your face. Didn't he open the window? Why is it so hot in here?

"C'mon, humour me." You lean in and hesitantly stick out your tongue. He glides the paper across the tip of your tongue, maintaining eye contact. An unwavering gaze lingers when you oblige—catching a glimpse of Rintarou biting the inside of his cheeks before returning to the monotonous motion of grinding weed. The thumping of your heart increases in volume. So damn loud you're scared he can hear it.

"We can smoke this if you want." He offers.

"Sure, I'm trying to learn how to be fun again," you say, giving a tight-lipped smile, and he winces at your words.

You both take laborious steps to the window and lean against the sill. Rintarou places the blunt between your lips before patting around his sweatpant pockets for his lighter. Bending over and covering the flame, your right hand encompasses the lighter so it doesn't get blown out by the air. He mimics your movements with hands grazing each other. You cringe, but he doesn't move. Electing to focus on how your lips pull on the blunt. He subtly bites his lips but hopes you're so concentrated on pulling that you won't notice.

He lets you take the lead. Going through the back-and-forth motion of smoking the blunt quietly while his music plays softly in the background until it's about halfway finished. Suna taps off the ash into his trash can before killing the blunt on the tin can lid from earlier. When you're done, he puts the half-finished blunt with your other things in the small paper bag. You feel like you're floating right now from how he's looking at you, but attribute it to the fact that you haven't smoked in a while.

"To answer your question, Tsukishima taught me. He said it improves finger dexterity. It's good for volleyball-" his voice trails off, and he leans against his desk, crossing his arms. "- amongst other things." He looks over at you, smirking, and winks before laughing. The same laugh you thought was lost years ago, exuding his annoyingly flirtatious charm. Diffusing the tension between you two, and you feel like you can finally relax.

Before he casually slips out an, "I missed you."

What the fuck? 

A beat of silence. Enraged. No, that's not right. Overwhelmed? No, that doesn't sound right. You're seething. The short breaths from nervousness turned into an almost hyperventilating rage. You needed to calm down. What did people say he was up to? Apparently, it has been a while since anyone could pick up from him. He ghosted some of his regulars. Enablers really. That was nice to hear. What else did you hear? He's doing some shit with Asahi? No, that couldn't be true. There is no instance where those two would interact. Your face deepened into a permanent scowl.

"Don't do this to me, Rintarou."

He doesn't listen to your plea. Instead, he keeps going. The phone in your pocket vibrates. No doubt, a text from Yachi asking what's taking you so long. 

"I lied about Sugawara taking the last of my supplies," he confesses. "I don't wanna deal anymore. I was thankful when Baldy texted me so I could finally get rid of it. At least it's going to someone who won't ask me why I'm leaving this shit." The nonchalant facade is cracking in front of you. 

"What? Why?"

"I was in a bad place; if I'm being honest, seeing you succeed triggered me to want to be better. I missed being your friend. Well- not just that." He stammers, the sweat visible on his forehead.

"I just thought- sorry. I think you're so cool and smart. I took advantage of that." He continues his rambling. He was explaining the last three years. How his stupid pride got in the way of being happy for your success, and how he hated how jealous he was becoming. Rintarou was becoming everything he despised.

A directionless loser. He took it out on his best friend, who was nothing but supportive. Nothing but a hypocrite who would make fun of the men you dated. Knowing damn well that even if you did decide to date in your league, he wouldn't be in it. He was the exact guy he warned you about.

Rintarou revealed that the added pressure from his parents to become a better older brother didn't help. The intense expectations from his volleyball coach pushed him and Tsukishima to smoke a lot of weed just to cope. His awful trip. An academic probation for a semester before getting help with the assistance of his roommate. His search for a therapist on healthy coping habits for stress.

The complicated but necessary task of getting out of that toxic social circle. He was babbling something about taking up other hobbies that he could show you or already did upon his therapist's recommendation. You think? Whatever the last part was, you couldn't understand it. You're boarding on inconsolable, blinking back tears, trying not to wail as the blood rushes into your ears.

Fuck being high! The pent-up rage you worked so hard to satiate was boiling over. Rintarou's brows furrow with concern, and what looks like... hurt? When he says your name in an attempt to snap you back into reality, it's different from his usual snide or ambivalent remark.

"Sorry, I should have approached this seriously. Uhm- you know-" he chews the inside of his cheek, "I just assumed- I haven't-"

"Rintarou, would you say this to me sober?" you ask, furrowing your brows and hollowing your cheeks. "Like honestly, would you? I miss you too. I'm here for you always. But I- I can't be here the same way as I was if you're gonna brush me off like before. You really hurt me."

Even as the words tumble out of your lips, the herculean task of barely confessing comes out as a relief.

"I-" he stammers, but you cut him off, holding a hand to his face, letting the hand fall on your lap.

"Don't lie to me anymore. Don't tell me you've changed. Show me." your voice wavering, the following words coming out like a plea, "If not me, for yourself."

"I know. I don't expect you to be there for me like before." You let out a breath of relief, but you're still guarded. "And these are dummy blunts I rolled. It's stage stuff for Asahi. Some show he's dressing."

"Huh. What?"

"Didn't you hear me?" he scratches his head, mumbling, "I'm volunteering for the stage plays between volleyball and school. I have to keep busy somehow. I guess I was speaking too fast. Nishinoya mentioned that his boyfriend worked in fashion around the same time my therapist suggested I take up new hobbies."

"So you're-" you stammer, the absolute gall of this man, "But what about me picking up? The smell?"

"Sober? Yeah. It's just cacao beans and something else. I'm still learning. Nothing serious. The smell is from Tsukishima. He borrowed my backpack, and that four-eyed asshole didn't bother washing it." he bites the inside of his cheeks before scratching at his fingers.

"I tried to get a bunch of incense and candles, but none worked. So I just shoved them into my backpack so I could return them. I guess they fell inside my already dirty bag."

There was another beat of silence.

"And what about me picking up?" you press, voice steadily increasing, skipping octaves, "Why'd I give you $20 for some fucking dummy pre-rolls? Is this another one of your pranks? This isn't funny! What about the whole 'I have this strain' and 'this strain that?' I'm too stupid for this." 

He shifts his weight back and forth, giving space between you and him. Even his doing that was infuriating. Why is he pulling away again?

"You're not stupid. I'm just bad at explaining. It's just a misunderstanding on my end. Baldy picked up the goods the other day. He said he was sending you the rest of the payment to give to me." Rintarou gives an apologetic shrug. His tone is steady and reassuring, "I guess he and Nishinoya were planning a long con. Yachi, too, I guess. She's the one that's always trying to get us in the same room. She's more creative and stuff in that sense. The other stuff, I just got nervous. You kept looking at me, so I just pulled out my prop stuff."

I'm gonna beat their asses. You think. No wonder she made you put on this outfit. Still, a part of you is a little grateful for their conniving selves. You try to slow down your breathing, letting your eyes flutter close. His languished pauses in between explaining himself were calming.

"You deserve a sober apology. I would never do that to you. The me now, anyway." The world is becoming garbled as you process what's happening. You're at a loss for words.

There's an insistent buzzing in your pocket. Pulling out your phone, there's a slew of notifications regarding your ETA and then whereabouts. Sensing your urgency, Rintarou makes hurried movements behind him.

"I got you a new box. It doesn't smell like 'weed'. I brought it every time I knew you were gonna be at a party, but I didn't want to leave it to some jackass." Rintarou extends his calloused and taped hands to you, revealing an ornate box that he clearly whittled himself with gold hardware.

Biting your bottom lip and tasting some of the strawberry lip gloss you're wearing, you blink your eyes open. The manicured fingers you've maintained and gotten refills for several years trace the outside before opening it. Inside, an inscription carved with love reads:

"Congratulations on Summa Cum Laude  <3 "

"I-" The years of complicated emotions come flooding the forefront of your face and barrelling down your cheeks. Thank God for waterproof makeup. The only sound ricocheting around the concrete dorm is the steady flow of your tears and sobbing. Rintarou's word vomit is thankfully complete, you think. However, there was an itch in your throat demanding to be let out.

"I know you need to go, but-" he says, deflated. Rintarou is easing his stance like he's about to leave you alone again.

"Do you have anything else to say?" you ask, cutting him off, hoping it doesn't come out accusatory but rather from a place of curiosity.

"I love you," he hums, with such care, it's suffocating. "I always have. I- I hope we're able to be friends again. I know it will take time-" you wince at his declaration.

I don't want that! I don't want just to be friends!

You both stand there for a moment. Rintarou struggling to read your expression. He's hesitant to continue. Hoping that you'll say anything, but you don't.

Another long pause, "You know me, when I like someone, I have a hard time- It's easier with strangers because you don't have to worry about seeing them again. But I want to see you again." he says.

From the blur of your tears, you finally notice a pile of white flashcards peeking inside the box. Upon opening the creaking lid, your globs of tears hit the flashcards, staining the ink. Each one has a talking point about what Rintarou said tonight. Every way, he has hurt you, even that time he accidentally stepped on your foot at the club.

The bottom of the pile is a barely white card filled with writings about what he appreciates about you (ambition, loyalty, conviction, to name a few) and your companionship. The back of the card are boundless words of encouragement and little drawings he's made.

"Rintarou- you memorized this for me?"

He nods, "I'm really shitty at filling silence. I get awkward and showboat- But I have to make up for lost time." His eyes were glazed, not from being inebriated but because he was trying so hard not to cry, " There's so much that I wanted to say, too. I was going to let you read it on your own, but you might throw it out. And we'll become strangers again. So I just wanted to plan."

Suddenly, there's a torrential downpour. Almost loud enough to drown both your of weeping and sniffling. "It's a little premature, I know, but. I believe in you. Like did with me becoming captain. And for me to be better. You don't have to accept this apology right away. I don't expect you to." he leans forward awkwardly, towering over you.

"Aha," you sniffle, dabbing the tears from the well of your eyes with your knuckles."Thank you, Rintarou. Your apology means a lot. I was always rooting for you. I apologize if I didn't do more than enough. I also didn't know you felt that way when I called you stupid. I'm sorry for yelling. You're brilliant-"

As he's about to cup your face, he pulls back, looking for any sign of hesitation. "Can I?" he says softly, and you nod.

Bringing his hands up to your face, he cups your cheeks—thumbing away any residual tears. "You have nothing to apologize about. I don't blame you for yelling. Honestly, I deserve it. You did so much for me. Thank you. Osamu told me that you tried to see me almost every day. I was stupid and immature, and I was frustrated with myself and took it out on you. Of course, I'm always rooting for you. How could you ever apologize for something that I never told you hurt me? I'm sorry that I ruined our friendship."

It's all too much. Your breathing is erratic while Rintarou's shaky hands try to calm you down. He's tethering you to Earth while he continues. 

"I care about you. I love you." his honeyed voice is soft, "Platonically, Romantically- whatever you want."

Looking out the window and ignoring his declaration because you are getting embarrassed AGAIN. Electing to shift your focus to the wet pavement to stop further crying. Watching the leaves falling, eventually kissing the concrete.

"Hey, do you wanna come to Yachi's party?" You ask, hoping he will finally give you the response you want. "With me? If it's not too triggering for you."

Craning his head to make eye contact again, his eyes are almost completely blown out. He looks down at you with heavy lids. Your body tenses up in excitement as he backs you against the cool window, standing between your legs. He removes his hands from your face, placing them on either side of your body, caging you in. Is the condensation making your back wet, or is it sweat? The clambering of the heater marches in the background, blending in with his music. Rintarou's face is unwavering. He detects the no-so-subtle desire you've been emulating since the moment you met. Insatiable, you decide. This man is insatiable.

And to be honest, you're no better.

"Of course, you know me. Next time, we should both try to be honest. I can tell you were lying about not knowing how to roll. I was the one who taught you the first year, remember? When we first met?"

He brushes the hair stuck to your wet cheeks up and out of your face, tucking it behind your ear, and smiles at you. Not caring about the integrity of your white shirt, you wipe away his tears, too, and he leans into your touch.

"Rintarou-" He leans closer, whispering in the shell of your ear. His woody cologne almost wrapped your entire person. Refusing to let go, his hot breath against your neck. Honestly, you could die happily right now. Your heart is like a feral animal begging to be released, shaking at the bars of its enclosure.

"As for what my fingers can do besides rolling a smart, cool, hot girl a blunt," each declaration coming out of his soft lips like velvet,  "I can show you the next time we 'smoke.' Okay?" he teases. But you know he won't do anything first. 

"Okay."

"Oh! check the bottom of the box." He's giggling to himself. Turning over the box, you find another carved inscription:

"You want me so bad, huh? ;)"

Before Rintarou can interject a snide remark, he blinks back his surprise when your lips crash onto his. It doesn't take long before he deepens the kiss, never getting aggressive. Keeping it slow and sensual is an equilibrium of shared intimacy. His smile gets wider as you pull away before he cups your face again. Desperate to keep you close with quick kisses. Your hair smells precisely how he remembers it all those years ago.

Coconut and mango were the bells that indicated he needed to make his way out of the dark back to the front porch. It's like entering steady waters after being lost at sea for so long, he thinks. He was surrounded by storm clouds, unable to see the stars. Rintarou looked to the moon for guidance when he needed something brighter and consistent. You are his Sun. Blissfully unaware that you were guiding him to safe waters. To land, to home, to you.

"I love you, too."

a/n: Thank you for reading! This is also my first time writing and uploading a fic on Tumblr! Big thank you to my friends for being patient while I babbled on about my love for this fictional man and my disdain for the fucking loser who broke my heart and moved across the world... Any feedback is appreciated!

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[devilstruly]

new manager

slight kuroo x reader and sugawara x reader but mainly just the reader being Yachi's savior

to sum it up: Yachi joins Karasuno and there she meets their second year manager, who practically becomes her big sister

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Karasuno's boys volleyball team was having a practice when Kiyoko entered the gym with a short blonde girl shyly trailing behind her.

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD STOP SCREAMING!"

"WATCH OUT!"

Kiyoko was quick to dodge the ball coming her way, thanks to Tanaka and Nishinoya torturing her for the past year she had pretty good reflexes, but the other girl didn't know what to do. She was panicking, but before she could do anything a girl came in front of her and received the ball.

"ARE YOU ALL CRAZY OR SOMETHING?! SHE COULD'VE GOTTEN HURT DAMNIT!"

"Sorry Y/N..."

The girl sighed and turned around to face Yachi.

"I am so sorry about them. Are you okay?"

"P...pretty...girl...saved...the...b...b...ball..."

"Hey, hey it's okay. I'm Y/L/N Y/N! You must be the new manager right?"

The poor girl could only rapidly nod, which caused Y/N to send her a sympathetic look.

"So what's your name?"

"Yachi Hitoka Y/L/N-san!"

"SHE'S A SECOND YEAR! YOU SHOULD CALL HER SENPAI!"

"SHUT UP BEFORE I BEAT YOUR ASS! ENNOSHITA CAN YOU PLEASE DO SOMETHING?!"

"Yeah yeah..."

The girl sighed and turned to the blonde once again.

"Okay. First of all - don't call me Y/L/N, it's Y/N; second of all - no honorifics, you can call me Y/N-chan if you want but no -san and CERTAINLY NO -senpai, I hate those. So just Y/N is perfectly fine. And please don't bow, it's unnecessary, at least in my opinion."

Yachi just looked at Y/N confused. Does she allow everyone to call her by her first name? And no honorifics and bowing? She's weird. And kinda cool. And energetic. And she's pretty. I wanna be like that. Maybe some people already think I'm weird. But not good weird. That's-

"Hey! Hey! Yachi!"

"Oh! Huh?"

"You good? You seemed like you zoned out for a bit there."

"Oh no no I'm good Y/L-uh Y/N. Heh."

"All right then! Wanna meat the team?!"

"S..sure..."

"My condolences..."

The second year slung an arm around Yachi's shoulders, which were shaking, and guided her to a group of boys and Kiyoko.

"Yachi, this is the Karasuno boys volleyball team. Guys this is our new manager Yachi Hitoka. Y'all better be normal to her she's too precious."

"Coach! Y/N's tormenting us again!"

"YOU DESERVE IT! LISTEN TO THE LITTLE MISSY!"

"THANKS COACH! You heard the man."

"Hmph. It's not fair, you're his favorite."

"Well I'm just better than you so deal with it~"

"Okay that's enough. Hi. Nice to meet you, I'm the captain, Sawamura Daichi."

"N...nice...t...to...meet...you...too"

"Yachi, hon, relax he won't kill you."

Y/N smiled brightly at the girl and introduced the rest of the team. It went well, generally speaking. If we exclude how she was terrified of Asahi, Tanaka and Noya being dumbasses, Tsukishima being a salty ass, and we're not even gonna mention Kageyama and Hinata...

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It was tutoring day, which wasn't easy for Y/N at all. In the morning she teaches math to Tanaka and Nishinoya and then in the afternoon she tutors english to Kageyama and Hinata. It's lovely.

"NO NOYA! YOU GOTTA FIND THE X FIRST IF YOU WANNA MAKE OUT WHAT THE ANGLE IS! NOT THE OTHER WAY AROUND!"

"Snacky timee~"

Y/N and Ennoshita looked at each other and the girl sighed.

"You know what? Fine. I need a break from you two anyway..."

~~~

"Hey Y/N?"

"Hm?"

"What does flustered mean?"

"Oh it's like when you get embarrassed you know, or someone makes you blush."

"Oh! So like Kuroo-san did to you at the practice game?!"

"I...Hinata...that's...ahh...Yes. Just like that. Kuroo made me flustered."

"Pff. Our little senpai is getting flustered by a cat."

"FOR FUCKS SAKES TSUKISHIMA!"

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"Y/N...um...are you okay?"

"I'm okay Yachi thanks. I'm just not a morning person that's all."

"Oh. Okay! You can sleep while we ride though!"

"Yeah. That was my plan."

Y/N yawned and climbed onto the bus taking a seat besides Sugawara.

"Hi Suga."

"Hi Y/N. You look sleepy."

The grey haired setter chuckled upon seeing Y/N in such a tired state.

"Mhm. I am..."

"Well you should rest before we arive then."

"Yeah. Thanks Suga."

"No problem."

Sugawara smiled and Y/N closed her eyes falling asleep momentarily. After some time, they were both asleep, with Y/N's head on Suga's shoulder and Suga's head on top of hers.

"Aww! They look so cute!"

"Shhh. You're gonna wake them up!"

"Both of you shut up! Someone please take a picture of them!"

~~~

Upon arrival Y/N and Suga woke up, both a little flustered but brushed it off nevertheless. Kiyoko and Yachi were walking towards the gym when they were met with Nekoma's ace.

"OH! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?! KARASUNO HAS THREE MANAGERS NOW?! AND ONE'S THE HOT KIND AND ONE'S THE CUTE KIND?! AND THE OTHER ONE IS BOTH?! LIFE ISN'T FAIR AHHHH!"

"Hey. Isn't that the other Karasuno manager over there?"

"Hm?"

Kuroo looked to where Kenma was pointing and saw the girl that caught his eye the last time, talking with the rest of Karasuno.

"Yeah. Looks like it."

Kuroo was looking at Y/N, but was snapped out of it when a loud voice was heard near him.

"THAT'S RIGHT! BEHOLD THE POWER OF KARASUNO! WE HAVE THREE GIRL MANAGERS! TAKE THAT CITY BOIS!"

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It was the last day of the camp and everyone was at the barbeque. Y/N was just going all over the place and talking to everyone. Mainly Bokuto because they were practicaly best friends by now and were stealing meat together from everyone. She was about to go distract Kuroo so Bokuto could take his food when she noticed Yachi being in a crowd of guys, looking absolutely terrified.

"Hey wait up a little. I'll be right back."

"Okay!"

She approached Yachi with a soft smile.

"Yachi. Hey. It's okay. Listen guys, thank you for your concern, but she's not really a crowd person. I'll take it from here."

Y/N lead Yachi to Kiyoko and the rest of managers and gave her some food.

"You good now?"

"Yeah! Thanks Y/N!"

"Don't mention it. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to steal food from a certain Rooster. Bye bye~"

"Bye!"

Y/N met with Bokuto again now ready to get Kuroo's attention.

"Ready?"

"I was born ready Bokuto."

"Okay then! Let's do this!"

"Heeey Kuroo~"

"What's up chibi-chan?"

"Well the sky is. I thought you would know that, nerd."

"Ha ha. Sooo funny-BOKUTO YOU BASTARD GET BACK HERE! EVERYONE NEEDS TO EAT SOMETHING!"

And so it begins...

[a-wildemusing]

Over the top: Hospital Trip

word count: 837~

genre: slice of life, humor. 

warnings: nothing. some mistakes. 

summary: You were suppose to hang out with Yachi and Yamaguchi, but those plans take a turn when you have to call them telling them the reason you couldn’t make it. Because you are at the hospital with a broken leg. 

a/n: This is part of a series I’m doing called Over The Top! It’s made up events and adventure with being friends with the Karasuno first years! Hope you enjoy~

Over the top ✨masterlist✨

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“Hi. I may or may not be in the hospital right now.�� You said into the phone. Yachi felt her heart just leap out of her body. “But don’t let anyone know-

Unfortunately, it was too late. You could hear Yachi slightly shuddering as she tried to tell whoever was with her. 

“WHAT!” You heard from the receiving end. 

“Y/n!” It was Yamaguchi on the other end of the line. 

“Hi, Tadashi.” You said innocently. 

“Why are you in the hospital?” He yelled but you heard the concern in his voice. 

“Don’t worry. I’m okay. Good even… I just may have broke… my… uh, well…”

“Broke what?” 

“My leg…” you heard a big gasp. “But don’t worry-

“Don’t worry! Don’t worry? How can I not worry.! Yachi. Y/n broke their leg. Oh god. What do you need? Do we go to the hospital? We have to go to the hospital.” You brought your phone away from your ear. You could hear both of them panicking. 

Yachi was used to hearing news like this from you, you have been her friend for a long time, so she knows how clumsy and reckless you can be, but that didn't stop her from being worried. Yamaguchi's panicking was rare. You wanted to laugh, but you knew it wasn't the right time. You knew he was going to yell at you once he gets the chance. 

“Tadashi!” You finally yelled. You looked around the lobby of the hospital and started apologizing to the people nearby. “I’m okay. My mom is here. I’m actually going home. I have a cast for you all to draw and write on.”

“Ahh-

“Ahh?” You repeated. “Hello? Hello?”

“Hi, Y/N. It’s Yachi. Are you okay? Yamaguchi. Kind of tossed me my phone and ran into the store.” 

“Yachi. I’m okay. Trust me! I’m with my mom. I’m going home. But that’s why I called you because I wanted to let you know why I haven’t shown up yet for our meet-up.” 

“Oh-oh okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes. Yes. I’m tough. Don’t worry about me. I will see you later, okay? My mom is coming back.”

You said your goodbyes. You were bummed out because of the fact that your leg was broken but also because you were supposed to hang out with Yachi and Yamaguchi. But plans had to change. 

It was already so boring, an hour in of just ‘resting’ already lost its fizzle. There was so much you could do, but your energy was set on hanging out with your friends today that laying around wasn’t it for you.  You tried reading a book, you took some pictures of your cast, you scrolled on social media for a bit. But you still felt bored. 

You decided maybe a nap was in order, you tried to get into a comfortable position, but it really was difficult with this cast. But after a few minutes, you found it, the position that you were comfortable with.. And right when your eyes closed, there was a loud knock and the door bursting open. 

Yachi and Yamaguchi were at your door. Yamaguchi lifts up a plastic bag and you already knew what was in this bag. You shot your hands up cheering.  

“My saviors!” 

When everyone settled down, Yachi sat on your computer chair and Yamaguchi sat on the floor. Exactly as you predicted. Yamaguchi lectured you about being careful and safe after Yachi expressed concerns. And once he was finished he dumped all of the snacks he brought for you onto your bed. 

“I really can’t believe that is how you broke your leg. Like really, Y/n? You jumped over your backpack…You know you can just step over the bag or I don’t know pick it up so it wasn’t in your way.” 

“I believe it.” 

You gasped, “Yachi,” You had your mouth open and you dramatically put your hand over your heart. You acted offended, but after a second you started to laugh. 

“Have you told the others?” Yachi said as you grabbed another piece of gummy candy. 

“Oh. Well, not yet,” you scratched your head. “But I will do it later.” 

They nodded in agreement to your response, and the rest of the visit continued. You all finished the snacks, Yachi and Yamaguchi wrote on your cast. Pictures were taken. 

Your mother invited them to dinner, so they stayed a little longer, which was nice since you were supposed to hang out. 

After a while, it became dark and it was time to leave. Yamaguchi walked Yachi to her home, which wasn't far since you both lived in the same apartment complex. 

While you suggested Yamaguchi sleepover, he insisted he wouldn't want to oppose. However, the blush on his cheeks told another story.

As you lay back down on your bed, you took out your phone. You decided it was time to text the others about what happened. As you looked at your cast one last time, you sighed and continued writing out your friends' messages. 

Bonus~

-you messaged Hinata, and listen he is the third person in the group to be panicking. Right after you sent that message you got a phone call from him right away. You thought it was funny, and once you answered you had to try your best to understand anything he was saying. That phone call ended up being four hours long. Lol He was even more observant with you and he knew when to cheer you up on the days that having a broken leg bummed you out. Natsu also made you a really nice card that said she hope that you feel better and recover so the two of you can play again.

-you messaged Kageyama and all he said was okay. But he did the most when you finally were on crutches and when back to school. He made sure you were good and comfortable, but in reality, this boy was hovering, he made sure there wasn’t anything that inconvenienced you. You could feel his intense glare throughout the whole time. He moved desks even though you had room to walk, and if you gave him that chance he would have helped you move your hand to help you write. But you were thankful for the whole time that he did that for you.  

-you messaged Tsukishima telling him that you broke your leg and all he replied with was ‘idiot’. He did end up visiting your home by himself with a strawberry shortcake bc his mom forced him to, ( and his own free will, but he won’t admit that) and during his visit, he wrote idiot as well on your cast. He would also meet up with you in the morning and walk you to your class even if he wasn’t in the same room as you and carried your bag for you. 

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a/n: okay pls don’t judge me but this actually happened to me. I didn’t break my leg, but I did sprain my ankle pretty bad. I was rushing to go get something lol and my gym bag was in my pathway and for some reason, I decided to jump over it instead and I landed wrong and my ankle did that thing and yeaaaaaaahhhh……. This was like when I was a 13 years old. I learned my lesson kind of. lmao 

I know a broken leg might a little bit dramatic but its for the plot lol 

tip jar?

[aizawaslovebot]

Hello idk if you’ll see this or if you’re still accepting request but I wanted to know if you can do an angst male reader where he’s really close to yachi as friends and plays volleyball with the karasuno boys but like he’s ignored and pushed to the side and no one really notices until he leaves the team and moves to Tokyo only to later join the nekoma team and they actually pay attention to him and he kinda has a run in with his old team latter. Sorry if it’s confusing this is my first ask😅

—shadow on the moon

[nekoma x m! reader | karasuno x m! reader]

synopsis: perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma's sign of ending the cycle.

warnings: angst, self-depreciation, + hmm i feel like it's lackluster because i couldn't imagine karasuno doing something like this

words: 1350

—note: i couldn't write the reunion part? idk why i've rewritten it a few times now but i'm not satisfied ㅠㅠ if you want something changed, please tell me!!

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It was ambitious of you to dream of becoming heard when they couldn’t even spare you one glance. 

You didn’t want to place the blame on the team. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been hardly in the limelight. It wasn’t their fault that you’ve always been a wallflower. It wasn’t their fault that you could easily be outshined by anyone in the team. 

It was, however, their fault for their inability to notice your presence no matter how hard you tried.

As a middle blocker in Karasuno, it was appalling how they failed to acknowledge you and your prowess— to the point that you even doubted you had the ability to block for the team at all. Communication has never been easy for an introvert like you, who always depended on the possibility of some extrovert adopting you into their social circle. So despite the overflowing hurt built up on the prospect of being casted to the sidelines, always shoved to the benches as a warmer, you were unable to voice anything out. 

This arrangement continued even through your second year with the team. Heck, it even got worse— with the way Hinata, who, no matter how small, easily got the attention of everyone, and Kageyama, a naturally-born genius with a career ahead of him, you were easily overshadowed by first years of all people. 

Truthfully, you should’ve been in Nekoma High right now. At the end of your first year at Karasuno, your dad was promoted and was given the privilege of an apartment in Tokyo for easier access to his new work. You were very naive to push the move to months later, desperately hoping for at least acknowledgement from the team, that they recognize you as one of their middle blockers. 

It wasn’t the case at all. Were you that replaceable? Were you that insignificant to the team? Were you that unnoticeable? Were you so useless that they won’t even miss you at all? 

Perhaps he could take back that last thought. 

A very kindhearted first year managed to notice you, introvertedness and all. Yachi Hitoka had come to be someone very dear to you, someone who had always been ignored. You were not used to the attention she gave you but you managed to get used to her warmth. The way she’d greet you first out of anyone in the gym or the way she fretted whenever you needed to be bandaged on the rare days you get to play— everything about her was warm. 

And you’d be forever grateful for the kindness, the attention, and the love she had extended for someone as unnoticeable as you. 

Sadly, all the tears can’t be prevented. Even as Yachi rushed to see you one last time before your departure, nothing can’t stop the inevitable partition between a wall-flower like you and the continuously developing crows. You couldn’t help noticing the way only she had come to see you one last time, but you swallowed it all once you remembered you chose not to tell anyone else. 

It’s not like they cared anyway. 

But, there’s no use dwelling on the past. You’re far happier where you are today— with a family who always made it upon themselves to vocalize their recognition for the immense talent you had. 

You had met the members of Nekoma twice: on that one game on the last day of golden week and during the training camp in Tokyo. Sure, you weren’t actually given the chance to play that much but you were beyond amazed at their prowess. No one seemed to outshine anyone in the team and everyone worked harmoniously regardless of their skill level. What you silently wished for, the chance of having a team like that, actually came true. 

The day you joined them was memorable, far more memorable than you’ve ever imagined. 

“Y-You’re K-Karasuno’s middle blocker!” Number 7, Inuoka, you think, gasped when you entered the gym with Coach Nekomata and Coach Naoi.

Taken aback at how you, of all people, were easily recognized, you staggered in embarrassment. You hid behind Coach Naoi which caused the two coaches to snort or laugh because of your actions.

Lev perked up in curiosity, vaguely remembering a middle blocker from the last training camp who, despite the way he stood out from the rest, wasn’t actually a starter. Stumbling like a deer who was recently born into the world, Lev ran up to you with sparkling eyes. However, it was really a scary sight if anyone were in your shoes. 

“Why are you at Nekoma? Why weren’t you a starter? How come I’m taller than you but you’re better? Is there a se—” Yaku, the one who was like Suga-senpai, grinned wryly and dragged the excitable first year away from you after he apologized. 

After hearing the coach’s announcement regarding your transfer, Kuroo smirked. 

“It looks like Karasuno carelessly let someone as talented as you go.”

Judging from the way you flinched, Kenma immediately concluded there was more to it so he kicked the captain’s shin without regard. 

“A-ah… They don’t really notice me at all,” was your quiet reply, which took everyone by surprise. 

“EHH?! Well, we’ll take care of you! Welcome to Nekoma, (L-(L/N)-san!!” Yamamoto cheered, though he faltered when he shyly uttered your name. 

The team was far more accepting, you mused, as you were unable to stop the comparison from your former team. It wasn’t that Karasuno was all high and mighty— they just couldn’t make it feel like you were a part of them and for so long, you figured it was because of how you were behind everyone else. 

Nekoma reminded you that despite that, if that were really the case, you weren’t alone. They like to exaggerate by saying you were really talented, and you were, and it made you feel like you were having progress— like you were part of the family. 

While you slowly began to progress from your past, the flock of crows weren’t doing so well. In fact, they weren’t doing good at all. When Yachi arrived to practice, right after the day you left, no one could deny the drop in her mood. Something was wrong but no one could place it. 

Their ignorance only made Yachi even sadder. 

Their realization came later than anyone ever wanted. No one could deny the decline in their defense. After all, they had always been too complacent— relying on the shadow of which they were sure was there to block in place of others. Perhaps they relied too much and gave back too less, and this was karma’s sign of ending the cycle. The shadow of which they relied on has found its light, leaving everyone else in the dark. 

The quality of Karasuno’s plays slowly declined and it shone through during their practice match with Dateko before they leave for Tokyo. There’s nothing they could do though. After hearing from Kenma that their middle blocker transferred to them— to their fated rival, of all people— the mood amongst the members dropped. They can’t be like the protagonists in coming of age movies where limits are non-existent or main characters who, despite all odds and flaws, get to reunite with their love interest. They know that they’re living in reality and reality has made it a point to tell them how big of a mistake it was to underestimate you, your skills, and your being.

No one would expect, not even Coach Ukai or Coach Takeda, that you had been so hurt all this time. All they could do is wait for the day that the fated rivals battle it off in court, and this time, you stand on the opposite side. 

It was ambitious of you to dream that you would be heard, but not a single soul can stop a dreamer from reaching their goals. It was ambitious to dream that they would finally realize your worth but you succeeded. So as they weep in regret and sorrow over their late revelation, you finally stand proud with the family you always wanted.

—reblogging helps, thank youu!!

[sgwrscrsh]

!! headcanon for ur event akaashi writes you notes in class saying how hot and amazing etc you are cuz he loves it when you blush and loves how your face brightens up in class. he loves the effect he has on u

omg this esp on a day when he notices you're feeling down 

sticky notes

akaashi keiji x gn!reader + 287 words

akaashi frowned when you greeted him with a lackluster smile instead of the enthusiastic wave he’s learned to expect every morning. taking your seat beside him, you felt his analytical gaze on you as if he was fluent in your body language and facial expressions, understanding the feelings you hid just from a few fragmented phrases..

the scratching of your notetaking was halted by the fluttering of folded paper landing on your desk. chewing the inside of your cheek, you wrestled with the familiar temptation of reading it immediately when your better judgment chided you to focus on the lecture.

like always, you caved and deftly revealed the written message: ‘you look good today. i mean you look good everyday but you look really good today.’ 

rolling your eyes, you returned to your task, but akaashi, astute as ever, definitely didn’t miss the upward quirk of your lips and eagerly began scribbling another and another and another, encouraged by your reaction.

‘you have the prettiest smile. i wish i could see it more.’ hand covering your grin just to see him pout in the corner of your eye, you’d completely forgotten that you were ever upset.

‘i love your sense of humor. you never fail to make my day.’ heat rose to your cheeks as you rolled your bottom lip between your teeth, desperately trying to hide how flustered the boy made you feel with every word he wrote.

however, akaashi hesitantly fiddled with the last note between his slim fingers. it wasn’t until you were packed up and ready to leave did he hand you the yellow slip, red burning the tips of his ears.

‘i hope i can be the one who makes you happy.’

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friendships with the karasuno managers 〃

♡  shimizu kiyoko, hitoka yachi

-`,✎ ❝ Hello! I really love your writings! They’re so genuinely sweet and pure 💕💕 May I please request Headcanons for being friends with Yachi and Kiyoko? I hope you have a lovely day/night! 😊 ❞ @silver-bright

genre. fluff

author's note. ahh !! thank you !! so much !! YOU'RE sweet and pure !! 😽 this was really cute and i am so blessed to be writing for my beautiful women 😩✊ i hope you're having a lovely day/night too 💗

+ thank you to my wonderful friend @chazukeiji for helping me out with this one as we talk about these women in docs hehe <3

༘ shimizu kiyoko

the most supportive person in everything you do

messages you everyday to ask if you've done your homework or taken your vitamins, and anything else that you tend to forget

makes you bento boxes, with colorful sticky notes with her pretty handwriting that wishes you good luck on tests or competitions

gifted you a book once, and you're surprised to see certain phrases highlighted. you asked her about it, and she says it's what made her think of you

remembers everything about you, even the little details that you think are irrelevant and even you don't remember. it makes you feel a lot special every time she casually brings it up like you're not going to tear up any second

often takes you to karasuno's games, because she's really proud of how far they've come and you're the one she wants to experience that with (you, along with the rest of the team are the most important people in her life)

together, you laugh about how the boys fall head over heels for you two (tanaka and noya grew to be protective of you as well) 

you are in the same class as her, so you eventually became study buddies. she's patient and understanding, especially when you're having trouble with a certain subject

you always walk home together when volleyball practice is done, as she's worried something bad might happen to you. stands behind you at the train to prevent any creeps. definitely would not hesitate to tell them off

cute picnics at the park every saturdays or sundays whenever she's free. with a gingham blanket, a basket of desserts, and the soft rays of the sun, you peacefully lay your head on kiyoko's lap. you catch up about each other's week, and she would tell you stories about whatever chaos had ensued at the volleyball club 

always gives her shoulder to cry on, letting you rant to your heart's content in anything and everything

gives the warmest hugs and best advices, so she's the friend you always go to when you really need to be held

understands you better than anybody else. she's the person you trust with all your heart and someone you can count on no matter what

kiyoko has a special place in your heart, and with her, you feel safe and loved in a way you’ve never felt with anyone else 

༘ hitoka yachi

she's the type of friend who would wait for you as you tie your shoelaces

writes you notes on an extra notebook just for you, all highlighted and organized whenever you miss classes

makes you handmade gifts for your birthdays and you think it's the cutest thing ever

made the both of you friendship bracelets with your names using colorful beads and cute little charms (it's your most prized possession) !! 

animatedly tells you about the 'scary tough looking guys' she encounters with the team. you only snicker, remembering kiyoko telling you it's nothing to worry about

you always look forward to fridays. it's when you walk together after school to her house, where she helps you study for upcoming tests, and always ends up with sleepovers (her mom adores the friendship between you and her daughter)

when her mom was deep asleep at your first sleepover, you managed to convince her to go get burgers at two in the morning (despite the nerves she felt and almost waking her mom up). she shyly admitted as you sit on the swings that she liked the feeling of adrenaline pulsing through her veins when you ran like maniacs away from her house. it now became a tradition (her mom is probably aware at this point)

the both of you would bake cookies while fooling around, and even though there's flour on your faces and the counters, they still end up tasting delicious (karasuno was thrilled)

you are the first one to calm her down when she’s panicking. just with your presence, she feels a bit better

if you're competing in anything, she would make a huge banner to show her endless support, and it's that plus the adorable encouraging smile of hers that always fuel you up

will hold onto your sleeve when she's anxious, but you clasp your hand with hers instead, and she flashes you a wobbly smile in gratitude

gives you her whole heart, and you give yours in return 

a friendship with yachi feels like warm sunshine and heartfelt giggles, and it's a sentiment that you adore and treasure with all of your heart

[jjk-anime-horray]

Kiyoko+Yachi x New Assiant Manager Reader:

Being a manager for Karasuno is honesty a job you should be paid to do.

Quickly learning from kiyoko that it’s not as easy as it looks, almost instantly.

But the perks is that you get quality time with your girls kiyoko and yachi.

Bonding by buying snacks for the crackheads you have to take care of.

Breaking up fights between hinata and kageyama.

Stopping Tanaka and Noya from doing anything stupid.

Eye rolling when Tanaka hits on kiyoko.

Jokingly calling Asahi a delinquent.

Realizing that Suga is actually just as much of a crack head as Tanaka, just the pretty boy version.

Helping yachi tutor hinata and kageyama.

Having to witness stupidness on the regular.

Making sure Daichi doesn’t lose his mind with his idiots.

Overall being an karasuno manager is time and energy consuming, but it’s free entertainment.

[falryllghts]

café study date | yachi x gn!reader (platonic) hcs | requested by @joolsii

really nervous from the moment she steps into the café

what if you don't like the way she takes notes? or if you end up hating her for talking too much?? oh my god not to mention all the little drawings in her notes- oh you're here already

studying lasts a good bit though the conversation ends up changing over time

you mention something she doesn't know that much about and you bet she'll ask questions and learn about it since it interests you

probably a really good listener as long as she's not nervous

when she goes to pay for her drink, you pay for the both of you in exchange for the studying. will thank you but also insist that you don't have to pay for this sort of thing

she just wants to help you !!

likes to ask you questions to get to know you better, is always relieved when you answer

if she accidentally brings up a rough topic she will change convo so fast to avoid it and make sure you're comfortable

will talk about the volleyball team if you ask or bring them up but otherwise, she probably won't

from the parts of the day where you two actually are studying, you end up learning alot

will also give you advice with taking notes and how to organize them

offers to help you study another day if you really need it

she might end up being a little busy because of volleyball duties but she'll try to help you study when she can

you two eventually become friends and your study hangouts usually just become regular hangouts !!

[rae-is-typing]

Haikyuu!! Masterlist

Karasuno

Headcanons: Being Asahi’s crush part one, part two, part three, part four

Description: the new foreign exchange student catches the ace’s eye

Pairings: karasuno vbc (volleyball club) x reader, asahi azumane x reader

Warnings: social faux pas, oikawa, sexual harassment, reader gets hit with a volleyball because this wouldn't be haikyuu headcanons without that

Word count:  about 1.8k for each part :)

Social Media AUs:

In which Hinata is a Blabbermouth

Description: Hinata spills the beans about you and Iwaizumi

Pairings: platonic!karasuno x manager!Ukai!reader, romantic iwaizumi x reader

Warnings: threatened violence, chaotic suga

Image count: 9

Fukurodani

Social Media AU: In which your secret is revealed

Description: You’re dating Kuroo. Everyone on the Fukurodani Volleyball Team knows. Everyone except Bokuto...

Pairings: Platonic!Fukurodani x manager!reader, romantic!kuroo x reader

Warnings: Sad bokuto

Image count: 10

Social Media AUs

In which they accidentally confess

Karasuno

Daichi, Suga, Asahi, Tsukishima Kei, Yamaguchi, Yachi, Kiyoko, Tsukishima Akiteru

Seijoh

Iwaizumi, Oikawa

Shiratorizawa

Ushijima, Tendou, Semi, Shirabu

Date Tech

Futakuchi, Koganegawa, Aone

Nekoma

Alisa Haiba, Kuroo, Kenma, Shibayama

Fukurodani

Akaashi, Bokuto, Yukie, Kaori

[memxntomxri]

𝒻𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓁𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈

karasuno edition

𝗺𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 | 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 - karasuno x gn!reader (separate)

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 - fluff and crack

𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤 - what the haikyuu boys would say before they fell in love with you, pt. 1

𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴 - (very) short headcanons to make up for the angst in my last post lol

"They're just a friend." - Tsukishima, Sugawara, Asahi, Yamaguchi, Takeda, Ukai, Kinoshita

"They're like a sibling to me." - Daichi, Ennoshita, Yamaguchi, Hinata, Kageyama, Narita

"Bestie!" - Tsukishima (ironically), Nishinoya, Tanaka, Yachi, Hinata

"Damn, you look awesome today!" - Nishinoya, Tanaka, Hinata (in a pure way), Sugawara

"You're my type, but I wouldn't date you." (spoiler alert: this is false) - Sugawara, Ukai, Tsukishima, Daichi

"No, for the millionth time, we're not dating." - Asahi (kindly), Daichi, Ennoshita, Tsukishima, Kageyama (confusedly), Kiyoko

"Can you come to dinner with my parents as my date? Platonically, of course." - Asahi, Yachi, Takeda, Narita

© betheydocrimewrites 2021 - do not steal my work

[tonberry-yoda]

Updated Masterlist (2)

Requests are OPEN!

please read my pinned post before requesting

Started - 9/1/22

Last Updated - 10/23/22

Total Works - 47

Jujutsu Kaisen

Relaxation - Kento Nanami

Talking to the Moon - Toge Inumaki

My Hero Academia

Self Conscious - Tenya Iida

Getting a Piercing - Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)

Bakugou with a reader who has POTS

Iida with an s/o who's afraid of going to the doctor

You Deserve Love - Shota Aizawa

Truly the One - Toshinori Yagi x Inko Midoriya

Class 1A Boys with very mistranslated shirts in english

Nejire Hado as an older sister headcanons

Getting a Tattoo - Present Mic

Fluff Alphabet with Pony (I L O V E H E R)

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Prayer - Enrico Pucci

Stardust Crusaders with a f!reader who hugs them into her chest

Chilly Night Breeze - Jean Pierre Polnareff

Head Over Heels for You - Leone Abbacchio x Bruno Bucciarati

Swaying in the Ghost Room - Jolyne Cujoh

Kissing in the Light - Vinegar Doppio

SDC with a gn!reader who loves to sing and writes a song for them

Jolyne Cujoh w/ a chubby f!reader jailmate friend

You Hate Gyro Zeppeli - Gyro Zeppeli

Something Out of a Stupid Rom Com - Vinegar Doppio

Stardust Crusaders with a princesslike s/o

Cuddling in the Ghost Room - Weather Report

La Squadra with reader who has a very affectionate stand

SDC with a young teen reader who is dragged along the journey with them

Stone Ocean Gang reacting to a reader who is an alien

Cheer Her Up - Weather Report x Ermes Costello

Diavolo the Devil - Doppio x reader

Risotto reacting to a love letter

Jolyne reacting to her s/o (Kakyoin's son) doing the cherry trick

Narancia with an intimidating looking reader who is actually a sweetheart

SDC with a f!reader who doesn't have a home to go to (platonic)

Kakyoin as a father headcanons

One Piece

Sir Crocodile as a Father - Crocodile x reader

Crocodile as a father part 2

Crocodile as a father part 3

Croc as a father part 4

Hunter x Hunter

Ging's Little Sister - Kite x reader

Haikyuu!!

Kiyoko with a f!reader who loves to travel

You Mean That? - Nishinoya

Birthday Surprise - Yachi

Fluff Alphabet with Yachi (Y E A R N)

Fluff Alphabet with Yaku (A F T E R C A R E)

One Punch Man

General Romance Headcanons - Flashy Flash x reader

Helluva Boss

Forgetful - Blitzo

Last Night - Blitzo

Hazbin Hotel

Babydoll - Alastor