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[vvalllerie]

haikyuu rarepair fic on the way for suga’s birthday!! keep your eyes peeled..

[duckymcdoorknob]

Hello, may I request some comfort from the haikyuu boys?

I just feel sad because things didn't work out the way I wanted them to and I don't have the best health rn. Stomach pains, problems with eating and breathing (I had Corona that's why). I don't have the energy to do some things I normally do and I'm feeling unproductive.

If possible with Iwa and Bokuto.

Thank you very much <3

Yes of course!!

Sorry for such a long wait!

I hope you’re doing much better now, and if not, please don’t hesitate to reach out!

This one got very long!!

CW BELOW THE CUT: Mentions of Covid, food mention

𝐻𝑎𝑗𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝐼𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑧𝑢𝑚𝑖

When Hajime heard that you had gotten sick with Covid, he waited quite impatiently to come see you.

Quite humorously, Oikawa was the one who kept him tame.

“Iwa-Chan you can’t go see them yet, they’re sick!” The setter hissed as they sat down with their lunches.

“So what?! I’ll get sick too!” Hajime barked in reply.

“Iwa, this is Covid we’re talking about. You’ll be gone during inter-high prelims.”

“Shit…” Iwa cursed, “Aaaagh how long do I have to wait?”

“At least until they aren’t contagious, so I’d say ten days.”

Well… those ten days were absolutely antagonizing for the ace.

In the meantime, Hajime prepared a small little basket to bring to you.

Inside of it was a dvd copy of your favorite movie, six packs of hot (drink) mix, two big bags of your favorite snack, some cold and cough medicine and a bottle of painkillers.

When the happy day finally came, he knocked very gently on your door, worried about how sensitive you’d be to sound.

“(Y/N) it’s me!” He called to you, “Can I come in?”

When you didn’t reply, he frowned.

He sat down on the stoop of your front porch and took his phone out to text you.

“Hey! I brought you some sustenance. Can I come in?”

After about two minutes, you replied: “I’m not entirely open to having visitors right now… but I really appreciate your gesture. Thank you so much.”

“That’s alright! I can leave it on the front porch for you!”

���How sweet’ you thought, ‘Maybe I can tough this one out for him. He is my friend after all.’

“The front door’s unlocked; go ahead and come inside.”

“I know I’m always invited, I just wanted to check if you were ready for visitors.”

You chuckled at his comment as you dragged yourself out of bed and onto the couch.

“Hi, (Y/N). How ya’ feeling?” Iwa asked softly, shutting the door even softer.

“Like death warmed.” You reply quickly, “But, nonetheless better than I was.”

“That’s always good to hear at least.” He chimed, untying the bow he put on the top of the basket, “Here. Treats.”

The sight of the snack bags made your stomach turn.

“I’ll probably eat them later, I’m not entirely hungry at the moment.”

“Sure!” He cooed. “Want to at least put on (movie)? I’ll make you a cup of (drink).”

That sounded manageable.

“Uh. Yes please.” You replied with a sudden sheepishness.

Making your way to the couch, you sit on it patiently as you hear Hajime bustling about the kitchen.

“The mugs are-“

“In the first cabinet, to the left of the sink, top shelf. You forget I’ve been in this place more than my own.” he finished absentmindedly.

He returned with a mug of (drink), and a glass of water for himself, setting them down and clicking on the movie.

“So.” He began as the opening credits rolled through, “Did anything interesting while you were sick?”

Besides lose interest in anything that used to bring you joy in any form? Not much.

As you chuckle at your own thought, you look up to see Iwa looking at you sympathetically.

“I said that out loud didn’t I?”

“You did.”

“Sorry…”

“Hey don’t be sorry. You caught an illness that no one knows anything about. You were alone for almost two weeks, basically bedridden. It’s not your fault that this made you feel how you do. You’re not mean or weird for thinking this way, it just happens.”

“Yeah… that’s kinda why I shooed away the (snack)s. I can’t bring myself to eat much more than once a day because of how badly my stomach always hurts.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry, (Y/N). Had I known I would’ve put something else in the basket.”

You chuckle at his sweetness. “Knights in armor don’t come much shinier than you, Iwa.”

“Oh yeah?” He teased, “This knight thinks we should stop talking because the movie is about to start, and he knows how much you love quoting every single line.”

𝐾𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑜 𝐵𝑜𝑘𝑢𝑡𝑜

Bokuto, as a very wise man, made an entirely intellectual decision when he heard you were sick:

Consult in Akaashi.

His best friend helped to keep him in a good headspace, since he knew he couldn’t see you right away.

Reducing his “emo modes” with distractions, Akaashi did his best to make the ten day wait time any less agonizing.

When the happy day finally came, Bokuto went to the store and gathered your favorite things.

Unfortunately for him, he wasn’t as educated on what sick people need to consume.

He brought with him huge bottles of juice, big bags of (favorite snack) and a whole bunch of random things you enjoyed, like your favorite candles and movies.

Excitedly, he called you as he assembled a little bag for you.

“(Y/N)! How are you feeling?” He cooed into the phone, placing it on speaker.

“Significantly… less terrible.”

“That still sounds positive to me!”

“Yeah.”

“So! When you’re feeling good, you should come and watch one of the matche-“

“Maybe another time. I’m still a little iffy.”

He bit the inside of his cheek in disappointment. But, he understood. You did just have the plague.

“Sure thing! Is there anything you’d want to do soon?”

“I’m not sure. How about you?”

“We could go play golf!!”

“…you don’t know how to play golf.”

“I’d learn if it means I could hang out with you again!”

You froze on the other end of the phone. Bokuto was just trying to make you feel included and appreciated.

“How quick can you be here?” You murmured into your phone.

“What?”

“You heard me. How quick?”

And within ten minutes, the ace was knocking on your door. Little bag in one hand, hot (drink) from your favorite cafe in another.

“Hi.” Bokuto said sweetly, slipping his shoes off.

“Hi.” you mirrored his smile and invited him in, “I don’t really want to do much. But we can at least watch (movie).”

“Sounds great. Do you want some popcorn?”

You grimaced are the idea of having to fight to keep food down. “Maybe later.”

“Sure thing! Will you at least be able to stomach this?” He outstretched his arm, offering you the to-go cup.

You gaped at him, “How did you know?”

“Intuition.” He replied instantly, “You looked really grossed out when I offered you popcorn. I figured you were having issues keeping food down.”

After clicking on the movie in silence, you sighed and sat down next to Bokuto on the couch, accepting the drink cordially.

“Bo’, I feel so awful. I don’t want to do anything anymore but I’m so tired of being confined to my home.” You confessed, laying down on his thigh.

His fingers instantly found their way to run through your hair. “Mhm.”

“And I feel really guilty because all you’re trying to do is make me feel better and I barely want to do anything because it just hurts so much mentally.”

“I get it! You have nothing to feel upset about (Y/N). You were super duper sick, so no one expects you to just back into the social world that fast.” He explained.

“And if you need space, I’ll be happy to give it to you. If you don’t want any, then I’ll be glad to be attached at your side. No one blames you for what happened, so there’s no sense in blaming yourself.”

You snuggled closer into his lap and turned toward the TV to watch the movie.

“You really do get it, Bo’. Thank you for understanding.”

“Oh of course!” He chimes in response, “So what are we watching again?”

“Oh you’re soooo funny.” You said with sarcasm lacing your tongue. “Can you hear in my laughter how funny you are?”

“Aw thank you! I’m so great at making you laugh!”

“Oh I know.”

But what you didn’t know was that Bokuto actually wanted to make you laugh, and was inches away from tickling you silly…

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[bellesowl]

tell me you love me

- multiple characters

⤷ sakusa, atsumu, ushijima, kuroo

genre: fluff ; established relationships

synopsis: haikyuu boys and their love languages

word count: 1.5k total <3

warnings: very very small mention of bullies and season 4 spoilers in atsumu’s, i curse a lil

- a/n: one last fluff hc before february ends! i just wanted to do something short & sweet but then it evolved into this as always atsumu’s is too long. oh and ai (@/ luvnami) has a post very similar to tsumu’s so make sure to check it out too! kuroo’s is a sort of prequel to this post too. finally, are we surprised at my choice of characters to write at this point?

- sakusa kiyoomi

his love language is physical touch

PHEWW i know y’all weren’t expecting this

but let me explain myself

i abhor the fact that people think sakusa would detest touching his partner & that he wouldn’t act completely touch starved

so obviously, even getting him to talk to you was a whole quest and a half in and of itself but once he gets comfortable around you?

especially enough that he willingly spends time with you as your boyfriend?

you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be completely cuddled up to you 24/7

“kiyooo” you sigh, “baby, you have practice right?”

he shakes his head, trying to trick you into spending more time with him, but by now you have his practice schedule memorized.

“c’mon, c’mon, up we go” you gently shove him off you and he pouts, “as much as i would love to stay like this forever, we both know you can’t be late to practice- especially with nationals right around the corner.” you grab his hand and lead him towards the gym.

“well maybe if you became a manager like i suggested, i would be more inclined to go to practice because i wouldn’t have to choose between my favorite things- you and volleyball.” he says with a pointed look in your direction.

you both stop in front of the gym and turn to face each other. “maybe if you do well enough at nationals, you might come back next year with a new manager, huh?” you unhook his mask and give him a slight peck. “i’ll see you tomorrow, okay babe?”

he pulls you in for a slightly longer kiss, “i was thinking more like tonight after practice, okay my love?”

you nod and shove him into the gym, where the smile on his face fades back into his signature scowl. you laugh slightly, he never will change, will he?

- miya atsumu

his love language is words of affirmation

i think this one was pretty obvious, but along with this is definitely physical touch

i mean we all know that tsumu is known for being clingy as hell but it’s cute so it’s fine

but words of affirmation- like we saw in s4, he was constantly left out, tbh borderline bullied by the other kids

sure, he always acted like it didn’t matter but that hurts, especially in middle school.

so having someone tell him they love him, that he’s great & all (at something other than volleyball), and that he’s enough? he’ll follow you to the moon and back.

as karasuno’s cheering section continues to roar with delight and the crows are on the brink of tears on the court, you can’t seem to take your eyes off a certain setter. you watch as he stands there, almost in denial. come on tsumu, you’re fine love, you think, silently cheering him on. you watch as he says something to the karasuno duo, and you smile slightly when he begins to argue with his brother.

as they line up, you stay a moment to make sure the goddamn cheering squad doesn’t say anything rude to the team who just poured their hearts out on that court. satisfied with their applause, you make your way down to the court. you wait for them to finish their team meeting before approaching your boyfriend.

“tsumu!” you yell, hoping to grab his attention. his head whips toward you and his smile widens.

“baby!!! you came!” he runs up to you with a grin but you realize his eyes aren’t lighting up the way they usually do.

“of course i did,” you scoff, “you think i’d miss this?” you grab his arm and drag him over to kita. “kita-san, i hope you don’t mind me stealing atsumu for the rest of the day?” he shakes his head and waves you off. your eyes lock for a single moment, but you receive the message loud and clear. take care of him, will you? you nod slightly before dragging your boyfriend out of the stadium.

the drive to your hotel was silent, the music keeping it from becoming awkward. the walk to your hotel room was slightly worse. you finally enter and force him to sit on the bed.

“babe, i- what?” he asks, confused and slightly flustered.

“nothing like that you idiot.” you slap him lightly on the head. “just wanna talk ‘s all.”

he avoids your gaze but you grab his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes. “hey” you smile, “how do you feel, my love?”

by this point, he looks to be on the verge of tears. you pull him into your chest and he finally breaks down.

“you deserve so much better than a loser like me, doll. much much better than someone who practices all day and all night and still couldn’t manage to bring his team past their first day- a complete and utter failure.” he sobs lightly. you shush him and run your hands through his hair.

“ ‘mu, you know you’re so much more than that, right?” you ask softly. he opens his mouth to interrupt but you continue, “you have a natural talent for this sport, and a drive and ambition unlike anyone i know. you’re the absolute best boyfriend, and a good brother. you’ve learned to care for your teammates, and they’ve learned to love you for you, not just your skills. you’ve grown so much as a person that no one can call you a failure- ever. and if they do, send them to me.” you crack your knuckles and finish with a wink.

he chuckled lightly and pulls away from you. “i love ya, you know? i really don’t know what i did to be able to get a partner as perfect as you.” he ends with a kiss.

- ushijima wakatoshi

his love language is gifts

okay his is specifically giving gifts

not even extravagant gifts, just small knickknacks he sees that reminds him of u

he knows he isn’t the best with his words, so he tries to make up for it with these trinkets

you enter the gym and your eyes immediately lock on your boyfriend. you see tendou nudge him and point over in your direction, and you smile at the way his eyes soften. you walk over to the bench and give him a small kiss.

“hey toshi” you say with a smile, “i hope you don’t mind me coming over to watch you.”

“of course not, my love. your presence is a very welcome distraction” he answers, his eyes lighting up as he remembered something, “actually, it is very convenient timing.”

he pulls something out of his bag and hands it to you. he watches the way your eyes light up at the keychain and explains, “i remembered that you wanted something for us to match,” he pulls out a matching keychain, the lighter side of the yin and yang symbol, “so i got us this. i assumed you would want the darker side? unless i assumed wrong and you wish to switch?”

you kiss him once more, “it’s perfect, tosh, thank you.” you reply with a bright smile, the joy in your eyes evident. you kiss him a final time before gently nudging him back to the court, “i’ll be here, miracle boy.” you say, amusement and love shining in your eyes.

as wakatoshi walks back toward his best friend, he realizes that he’d do anything to make sure you look at him like that for the rest of your lives.

- kuroo tetsurou

his love language is quality time

okay so i hc kuroo as someone who wants to be with you 24/7

like while doing hw he would be facetiming you, walks you to classes, wants you to watch practice & brings you home after, etc.

he does this because it makes him feel like he’s knowing everything there is to know about you. he wants to understand each and every side to you cause he knows it will only make him love you more.

“babyyy” kuroo whined, “are you done yet?”

you sighed and answered, “like the last 5 times you asked, no. if you want to go to the party that bad, then you can go ahead. i’ll try to catch up.”

he scoffed, “and have to suffer without you? no thanks.”

“they’re your friends.” you deadpanned, irritation evident in your eyes.

“okay, but you’re much more interesting- easier on the eyes too.” he winked, “and besides, i’m going to have to stare at their ugly faces for a week.”

“and you’ll miss me” you chimed in.

he nodded, “and i’ll miss you. which is why you should just come with me to the training camp. just, i don’t know, pretend to be a manager? please?” he pleaded.

“you’ll be fine without me for a week, you idiot.” you sighed, rolling your eyes.

“it will be a week of hell.” he stated, “which is why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before i have to leave. and if that means sitting here while you do your homework, then so be it.”

[haik-choo]

karasuno boys as boyfriends

a/n: im just basically astral projecting myself into these situations; ALSO if you want more detailed ones, just ask, and you shall receive! (also this is my first post i’ve written on here! but if you want plenty of kpop content i’m @hyucksong where i’ve been writing and I am still active! :))

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[KARASUNO BOYS AS BOYFRIENDS HEADCANNONS]

-tsukishima, yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama, tanaka, nishinoya, sugawara, daichi, and asahi

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tsukishima kei.

the type to look you straight in your eyes when you ask for a hug and say “no, who do you think i am, your boyfriend?”

runs his hands through your hair from the front and then when his hand reaches the back of your head he pulls you into him and kisses you either on the forehead or the lips <3

in order to be in a relationship with him you HAVE to have the same type of humor.

i don’t think he could date someone who doesn’t make fun of people with him

you guys are like best friends who make fun of each other and. make out a little every once in a while

he’ll hold your hand and hug you in public but he will NEVER do anything else, especially not in front of the boys

he thinks the blush that ignites on your kissable cheeks should be for his eyes only

he gave you a keychain that had a cute little strawberry shortcake on it. and it’s your most prized possession 

will shoot a glare at anyone who watches you too closely. like no. don’t get googly eyed over MY girlfriend. 

and you don’t have a problem with that ;) 

yamaguchi tadashi.

he likes to watch you when you’re not looking to pick out the little habits you do

he thinks that knowing someone’s little hardly noticeable habits is one of the most intimate things on mother earth

he knows that you stir the milk in the bowl three times before you pour the cereal in to check for chunks because you accidentally drank spoiled milk when you were younger

NEVER has an issue getting you a gift for any occasion. he ALWAYS knows what you’re looking at and what you want and you lowkey think he can read your mind but in reality he just pays attention <3

you’re either just as shy as him to bring out his more assertive side or more assertive than he is to bring out his more timid side -- both are good

kisses you on the forehead and holds your hand in public -- he loves PDA because he can show you off :’)

yes. he kisses the back of your nape in public. so what. 

YES. HE CLOSES HIS EYES WHEN HE DOES IT AND ACCIDENTALLY INHALES YOUR SCENT AND WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR THAT YOU SMELL GOOD. IDC IF YOU THINK THAT’S CREEPY. IT’S CUTE. YES. HE GIVES YOU THAT LOOK THAT SAYS HE’S CRAZILY IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO WHAT.

kageyama tobio.

he probably fell in love with you because you were just as passionate about something else as he is about volleyball; music, drawing, writing, math, science, reading -- whatever

i see this relationship as being one that’s like...accelerated friends. like,,, you act like him and hinata except you kiss sometimes and he can see you at the end of the wedding aisle

DEFINITELY reads cosmopolitans once you start dating because he wants to be a good boyfriend for you <3

PDA is literally little to NONe,,, not because he doesn’t like it...it’s just because he doesn’t realize that he’s not showing you affection lololol

like in one arm he has his athletic duffel bag and the other he has a volleyball

he doesn’t mean to neglect you he just does AGAGAG

realized he liked you when he thought about you when he was drinking his milk and mindlessly bought you one too

the first time y’all kissed. he literally stared at you so intensely for a SOLID ten minutes debating in his head whether or not he should just go for it or wait or just smash his face into yours and hope your lips connect

he chose to cross his fingers and ended up smashing his forehead and nose into yours 

it was cute tho <3

hinata shoyo.

YALL HAVE DATES WHERE YOU BABYSIT HIS SISTER. WTF SO CUTE

when yall cuddle and you’re the little spoon he likes to put his head on your shoulder/between your neck and watch as you scroll through tiktok or instagram and just mindlessly talk about his day 

the type of boyfriend where neither of you can cook and you both confusedly look at recipes on google like: ????? wtf is the difference between brown sugar and regular sugar

it’s his INSTINCT to hold your hand. no matter what. his hand just...gravitates to yous.

AND HIS LIPS JUST FIND YOUR CHEEK??? like it’s so natural to him to kiss your cheek when he sees you, even in public. it’s so adorable i--

THE TYPE OF GUY TO WIPE OFF FOOD FROM THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH AND STILL EAT IT AND SAY “you taste good!~” AND NOT EVEN REALIZE WHAT HE SAID. BUT WHEN YOU DO IT TO HIM HE BLOWS A FUSE

he loves to tickle you. like you’ll be vibing, drinking whatever you drink in the morning and he’ll come up to you all casually and kiss you cheek...and then he’ll pounce 

he holds you close to his chest when he tickles you, partally because he likes feeling your laugh vibrate on his chest, and partially because it’s easier to not get tickled if he’s right behind you

his sister LOVes you and it just. makes him so happy

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you CANNOT remove his hand from your ass. it is permanently glued there. it is attached to you. yes, even in public.

number 1 hypeman! he will always support you, no matter what! you could be in a competition to raise the biggest beetle and he’ll be there rooting you on and staying up late with you as you rear your award-winning beetle

you two lay next to each other on the couch/on his bed and he’ll have his arm around you and you’ll lay your head on his chest as you watch netflix shows

YOU, NISHINOYA, AND TANAKA? UNSTOPPABLE TRIO. POWER TRIPLET. 

i don’t imagine him being shy when he first kisses you; the first time he kissed you, you were literally just. existing and he literally just...couldn’t hold it in...and he just went for it

literally CATAPULTS himself into you and kisses you senseless

yes you and saeko are besties she gives you ALL the tea about young tanaka

the type to take off his shirt more during practice if you’re there watching, and literally BURN red if you mention anything about his muscles

you once traced a vein in his arm and commented on how hot it was and he literally short-circuited 

kiss his biceps. kiss his abs. kiss his cheek. please. it’s all he wants. he’s touch-starved

nishinoya yuu.

SUCH an excited boyfriend

like he seriously gets so hype doing ANYTHING with you pleaSE give this man an award. you’ll be at the amusement park and the line to get into a ride will be three hours and he’ll be like

“I get to spend three hours with you?!! fucking sick! absolutely radical!” 

he’s bold in public, but only because he wants to rub you in his teammates faces, but his ears will be Red

at home, he’s calmer :) he just loves to spend time with you, even if you’re sitting on a bench watching him practice receives for five hours straight in the blazing sun. 

he just treasures your time so much, you treats you like a precious gem -- he will NEVER treat you wrong. deadass has no problem admitting when he’s wrong -- but if he thinks he’s right then he WILL stand his ground

he’s a passionate man, who loves just as passionately.

his favorite time to kiss you is after you’ve taken a sip of a soda because he likes the taste of the syrup and the burn of the carbonation, but most of all because he likes the taste of your lips in combination with all of them

NIPS AT YOUR EAR. DEADASS JUST LOOKS AT YOU BRUSH A PIECE OF HAIR BACK WHEN YOU’RE DOING HOMEWORK AND IS LIKE “free real estate” AND C H O MPS

the day nishinoya told everyone yall were dating, kiyoko stopped you in the hallway and deadass got on her knees and thanked you LITERALLY she was like “i’ll buy you anything. give the word and it’ll be yours.” 

sugawara koushi.

would kiss you on the first date. deadass. he’ll just drop you off at your doorstep and you’re still high on adrenaline, and you’re lowkey hoping he’ll kiss you and you get  little disappointed when he doesn’t and then when you least expect it. bam. his lips on yours

his smell oh god, he literally smells like fresh sugar cookies. it’s like as soon as you get anywhere near him his smell just invades you nose and. you’re powerless. you just wanna hug him

never smells bad. try me, bitch. NEVER.

his hugs are literally god’s gifts. he loves hugging you. he just completely envelopes you with his pretty setter arms and his smell takes up all the space in your head and nothing else exists for that moment, just you two

loves tucking your hair behind your ears or just moving it out of your face; doing homework and your bangs are in the way? not for long because he’ll clip them up for you <3

he’s pretty mischievous and will playfully put his hand next to your head and lean down with such a HOT look in his eyes 

and he’ll say some shit like “i wanna devour you” and then he’ll laugh afterwards and give you a kiss on the forehead and you’re standing there. like -.- o.o -.- o.o

whenever he feels insecure about his position on the team, you’re always there to comfort him and he’ll just lay between your legs and rest his face on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair and scroll through tiktok

PDA? yes please. uh huh. mhmm. he doesn’t care who sees his love for you he just wants to love on you baby. kisses you on the lips, no problemo

daichi sawamura.

you and suga are the only ones who can scare him when yall are mad lol

boyfriend where you’ve dated for like a year but it feel like 50 have already passed. in a good way!

this relationship is so ungodly domestic. like from the first day it’s just pure comfort and he’s like your rock and you’re his anchor

you two bicker a lot but it’s lighthearted and you just feel so secure with him that poking fun at him and at yourself is just natural

daichi. gives. god. hugs. he does. it’s fact. 

his arms are just so big and he has so much body warmth and he probably smells like some bullshit cologne like “smoldering woods” and it’s just so. daichi

you two spend the night at each other’s house so often it’s like you already live with each other and people always forget that you don’t lolol

totally sleeps with his shirt off and only with underwear. isn’t awkward about it either;  when he wakes up he puts on sweats but still remains topless (not that you’re complaining)

you two are like. the strict parental couple, when you walk together whether it be down the street or in the hallways, you just look so right for each other it’s. mind blowing

doesn’t mind kissing you a little in public but really thinks that stuff should be for private; so normally he just kisses your temple and always has an arm either around your shoulder or around your waist

WHEN THE TEAM SEES YOU KISS ON THE LIPS THEY GO “EW” EVEN SUGA AND ASAHI AFIEFHEWIF

asahi azumane.

literal fucking teddy bear. god please cuddle him. please kith him. please comb through his hair with your fingers and kiss his nape and kiss the back of his head. please i beg of you.

did NOT ask you out first. he wrote love letter to you and then waiting behind the gym because he thought being near the volleyball gym would give him some luck and them you got in front of him and he was. deer in the headlights

needless to say you asked him out and kissed his cheek. he DIED

even once yall are comfortable in the relationship he still needs reassurance every once in a while because he’s a little insecure, not that you’ll leave him for someone else, but that he’s not good enough

his PDA skill are. subpar. he usually just holds your hand and that’s it, but sometimes kisses the corner of your eye or nose and you just combust

OH RIOGEH TOTALLY DOES BUTTERFLY AND BUNNY KISSES. YES GOD YESSSSS

when yall cuddle he doesn’t like spooning. he likes to be able to see your face and the expressions you make, so doesn’t like being the little or big spoon; yall face each other and just lets your head lay on his arm even tho it’s numb. im: soft

kisses are so sweet, slow, and hesitant. he doesn’t really kiss you often because he has terrible timing but...when he does it’s like the whole world just becomes still in that moment and nothing matters but his hands on your waist and yours in his hair 

[kkusuka]

Haikyuu kinks setter eddition <33

here is the ace eddition 

here is the Middle blocker version

Includes: Kageyama Tobio, Oikawa Tooru, Sugawara Koshi, Atsumu Miya, Semi Eita, Shirabu Kenjiro, Kanji Koganegawa, Akaashi Keji, Kenma Kozume,  Yahaba Shigeru and  Keishin Ukai

Cw: pet play, degradation, humiliation, cock warming, cuckolding, bare baking, public sex, photography,   (those are the more serious one, every thing else should be fine <3) 

and here we go!

oh he is so pretty

Kageyama Tobio

Oral

It goes both ways too

He could append the rest of his life in between your thighs and that’s that

But that would mean missing the slice of heaven you give him when you go down on him

And he doesn't think he could live without that, you're just that good 

Little secret for you : he will literally be putty in your hands if you suck his balls, it will literally send him into outer space 

Vanilla sex

NOT IN THE BAD WAY

HE LIKES IT FOR A GOOD REASON

DON’T KILL ME

He just likes to be in love with you 

It's his awkward version of love making, but he’ll burn up if you call it that

Just looking you in the eyes and softly thrusting in you 

Holding your hand 

Soft kisses and whispers of love 

AWWW he’s so soft for you.

Cockwarming 

This is really only foe when he wants to have sex

But also wants to watch old tapes of volleyball games

Normally tricks you into it, he’ll say he wants to fuck on the couch, y’all start to do it and he just stops gets you on his lap and watches

You don't like that too much

But when he harshly thrusts up everytime you whine telling you he won't let you cu for a week

Then you start to behave

But no worries he’ll eventually let you grind on him like whore, and he’ll play with your nipples until you've came

Your still not moving tho

Sensory deprivation 

This is a control tactic 

He goes all you for this

When he wants control he gets it 

The most common thing when this side of Kags comes out is having you kneel on the floor

Well kneeling with your legs tied in the position, your arms tied behind your back

with earmuffs and a blindfold

With a vibrator torturing your poor hole. 

Oh! And either a spider gag or a ball gag!

It's just you and never ending pleasure until he wants to indulge <3

(look at him walking, he does it so well) 

Oikawa Tooru

Public sex & Humiliation

Specifically riding 

Sitting you on his lap and pretending nothing is going on, while he’s really 8 inches deep

He’ll make you reach down and folder his ball to help HIM get off, for you? Well i guess you’ll just have to bounce a bit now wont you!

Knowing that to everyone else you two just look like a regular couple enjoying a bowl of ramen makes him love defiling you in public even more. 

Aw. Are you embarrassed? You can’t be that ashamed if your fucking yourself on me

You never know how far he will take it either

One time when you were at dinner with Tooru and some of his friends, he had sat you in his lap and spread your legs for them to see

You were so embarrassed, even more when he started cooing in your ear about how much of a show whore you were

You couldn't look his friends in theirs eyes for a few hours

Gangbangs/ Cuckolding 

You already know he believes in sharing is caring!

And he sure knows how to share!

You're just too perfect to not share with Makki, Mattsun, and Iwa!

And have you seen his friends, you’d like to give it a try

And he practically begged you to do it, and you can't deny a pretty boys puppy dog eyes

No one can deny the puppy dog  eyes

He never thought anything could beat the feeling of being on the court, but seeing you trying to fit Mattun in your weeping hole and deepthroating iwa may just do the trick

Watching his friends fuck you may just be his favorite pass time

Cum eating 

H e  i s  a  w h o r e 

He tries to tell you it's to make you “clean” 

Yup, he sucks all of his friends cum out of you to make sure you're all his. 

Oh! Sometimes Iwa will cum in your mouth and make Tooru make out with you until all the cum is gone between the two of you!

Praise 

This is practically in all aspects of life

But when hes fucking you he wants to hear how amazing he’s making you feel

Yeah, his dick hits that perfect spot doesn't it? 

He wants to hear it

He wants to hear EVERYTHING 

His hips feel good against your thighs? Say it and loudly too!

Sugawara Koshi

Slight pet play

He really just wants someone to take care of

And what better way to do that then have his puppy by his side. 

And it keeps him grounded

He’ll be all frustrated then he just looks at you

On your knees looking back up at him

And all of a sudden everything is ok again. 

Body worship 

Mostly from him to you

He just thinks you are so perfect

Sometimes he just wants you to stirp so he can spend hours just exploring your body

He’ll lay you down and just tell you how beautiful you are over and over

When he’s in a caring mood everything he does will be accompanied with a sweet compliment 

Just let him do his thing <3

Caregiver 

We saw this coming 

Suga-momma will do anything for you

Had a bad day, ok he’ll let you use his cock to get off

You’ll feel better. 

But, this is everyday life too

He sometimes helps dress you up.

He packs your lunch for work,  always with a little note expressing his love for you

He just loves to know that you are comfortable and that you feel loved by him all the time. 

Slight medical / doctor 

I just feel like he wants you to be “healthy” 

He’ll have a whole set up too

He’ll strap your legs up and “examine” his baby

And once he is sure all is well, 

He’ll just fuck you then and there

if only he were real

Atsumu Miya

Dirty talk / Degradation 

This is literally cannon-

He calls you all the names in to book

The favorite? He can't bring himself to choose 

They all have different tones!

He does like to use “Cocksleve” more than often!

If you didnt know any better you would truly believe that he only thinks of you as a hole to fuck. 

“ yes, clench just like that Cum-rag, you're too good at this”

“God, you’re hole loves my cock, i should just keep you here and fuck you or the rest of your life, leave you dripping in my cum all day and night” 

He just LOVES doing this act

"Are you my slut?"

"Yes"

"Tell me you're my slut"

"I'm your slut"

"Say it again"

"I'm your slut"

He could live just hearing that everyday (not really but he says it to show how happy he is-) 

Overstimulation  

A built in ego boost

He loves seeing you messy and  begging

He doesn't even listen to what you're begging. More? Stop? 

Yeah well he doesn't listen anyway, he’ll do it until he wants to stop

Just hold your legs up, let him see your slutty hole and let him work

He’ll make you feel good, he always does :)

Dacryphilia  

You just look so goddamn pretty

He literally makes you cry to get to comfort you

As in comfort i mean fuck you to sleep

He doesn't do it that often but he always makes it worth it when he does

Is it bad that he likes to have you sob on his dick?

He’s not a monster tho!

Your consent is key!

(we stan a king) 

Pet play 

Puppy

He has a full leash for you

But when he feel especially cold he makes you eat on the floor 

And out of a bowl :(

But only when he’s in a seriously bad mood, but just having you listen to him so weak makes him feel so much better!

Just let him indulge in this, it makes him feel better that he’s in control 

Extra little thing for tsumu

He records you two 

He doesn't even bother to put them in a hidden folder either

They are just in between all the regular pictures

AND he screenshots your  your nudes, prints some of them out and tapes them to his wall

Samu thinks you look very nice :)

he his the meaning of pretty

Akaashi Keji

Toys 

He loves to have you rides dildo in front of him

Or he’ll have a bullet vibrator in you while grocery shopping.

He plugs you up anytime he’s not in you. 

You can bet that if he’s not fucking you you're either fucking yourself, or being fucked by a little machine

And there is a method to his madness

But he will never tell you

He does all of this to see you, he likes to watch you and all your faces

You just look so adorable clenching your eyes shut and blabbering about nothing 

He just like basking in your beauty  

Oh he is so precious (and so are you) 

Light bondage 

He really only does this to show control

He can't let you get too full of yourself now

You’re still all his.

And he’ll put you in your place any second

He gives you control, and you need to play by the rules

If not. He’ll just tie you up and not look at you for as long as he see fits

You should’ve just listened to him

Cockwarming  

Akaashi is constantly working!

Sometimes he just wants you near him when he gets his work done

You’re also a calming factor to him

Sometimes he get so stressed and can only respond to it by thrusting into you a few times and kissing hickeys into your neck

But after the first time, he fell in love with it!

Watching a movie? 

He wants to be in you

But he’ll hug you close and press you against him, and he’ll cuddle into you

You guys have even fallen asleep while doing it

(oh to fall asleep while cockwarming Akaashi) 

Cuckolding  

Again, he works so much

And sometimes he just doesn’t have the energy to fuck you :(

Well thankfully, he has a best friend who is always very pent up and ready to fuck!

He could tell you weren't sure at first but after him reassuring it was fine and being non-stop fucked for 3 hours by a professional volleyball player

He could tell you liked it. 

So, when he feels like he won't make you feel as good as he can, Bokuto is already on the phone walking out of his apartment!

like a little potted plant

Kenma Kozume

Cockwarming 

Gamer boy wants you as close to you for as long as possible. 

Sometimes he resents that he streams because he can't have you on his dick

You also help to manage his game ginger

When you're there he doesn't yell as much or throw is controller 

Instead he places the remote down, he takes a deep breath and hugs you

He’s like a cat when he gets like this

He’ll be nestled in your neck- practically purring

Before continuing his game.. 

Cuckolding 

In simple terms 

He likes watching Kuroo fuck you

Like he REALLY likes seeing Kuroo dick you down

We all know he’s not the confrontational type, so when you’re being bad, his only opinion is to call his best friend

He cat tell you like it too because you take any chance you can to act up

But he always makes sure they you know your all his before the end of the night. 

Photography 

Being someone whose life revolves around social media 

It is absolutely no surprise that he likes to have visal pieces of you to take with him wherever he goes. 

 He specifically likes mirror nudes, with those cat ear thigh highs that he got you.

You remember one time he went on a trip to another city and asked you to send him some stuff

And in return he sent a little video of him jacking off, and thus it became a tradition every time you were away from the other. 

Slight Pet play

Mostly leashes collars and pet names. 

he does not take it that far,but he likes to know his kitten listens to him.  

The worst it got was when he put a dog leash on you and walked you around the apartment when Kuroo was over

You did receive the teasing of your life but good kittens don't speak

And you oh so desperately wanted to be a good Kitten for Kenma. 

tounge

Semi Eita

Under the influence 

You and I both know this man smokes-

And smoking just happens to make him horny

Like really horny

And if you're there next to him he’s not gonna jack off??

You guys have sex almost every time he smoke

And when you smoke? 

Oh he just cant help himself, you look so pretty eyes glazed over 

He’ll make you say so so much better. 

Recording

He has a folder on his computer

And another on his phone

And all saved to his cloud

Of what? 

Videos of you fucking

And a select few of sucking his dick

And what does he do with all of these? 

He watches them, sometimes with you in the room

Like you too are hanging out and suddenly he’s on his computer watching you bounce on his dick. 

Nudes

Clearly he likes to have you naked on a screen somewhere

And when he’s in public he can't exactly start watching homemade porn

so , he has a solution!

Make you send as many nudes as you can before he has to go out!

He has no shame for it either

One of your more “artistic” photos became his lockscreen

Which you begged him to remove considering his bandmates had begun to make comments about it. 

Hair pulling 

He does it all the time

And he does it  so hard too

Every time he hits from behind

His hand is on your head and already pulling 

Or when you suck him off

I'll pull your hair up, then push your whole head back down 

And repeat. 

oh my god i am in love with him

Shirabu Kenjiro

Degradation 

This man has a mouth

And a mean one 

AND a killer attitude

And he spares you none of that. 

He ridicules and demands, dehumanizes, and you love it

“Admit you’re just a whore, getting off on being a hole. Disgusting” 

Over the weekends, why you have nothing to do, he makes you stay around the house completely naked 

“You're flaunting all you have like a prostitute, that's what you want right? O be used like a street whore?” 

He’s just a mean guy :p

Humiliation

It just makes sense at this point

He really likes to makes you take off your panties when you wear skirts in public

Then he likes to have you bend down and grab things for him

Or 

He’ll have you sit, man spreading, but the catch is there is a huge hole in your pants, so anyone at the right angle can see everything. 

Of course none of this goes without witty comments and insults from bang boy. 

Bondage 

He loves having you weak in front of him

It’s a total power trip for him

Like everything the two of you do, it consist of you being a good whore and him being a big ole meanie

He’ll leave you tied up for hours with a fuck machine pounding your poor hole

Or hell have you with a spider gag in and he’ll make you grind into the floor

He’ll laugh at you 

Record you and he’s even sent videos of youtube some of his old teammates

This one time, he had you tied up to your bedpost and just left, he walked out of the room and you didn't even know how long it was until he came back. 

Pet play

You were mouthing off to him? Oh no they won't do

He pretty much uses it as leverage against you

Good pets so mouth off do they? 

No? What I thought.

Its a form of punishment mostly

Keeping you kneeling on the floor below him for hours while he studies

He makes you eat down there

And he’ll pet your head, but if you even think about leaning into it, he’ll stop 

He’s so mean :(

bird boiiiii

Kanji Koganegawa

Pegging 

He’s a baby

A pretty baby, that anyone would like a chance to ruin. 

He probably didn't even know what is was and still agreed, but no he begs for it

And who are you to deny your baby? 

It was kinda hard at first considering he was so big, but you managed, and are very good at making him cum, like really really good. 

Hand kink 

He really just likes to see how much bigger his hands are 

He’ll grab your handd and thread your fingers together, your hands are just so soft, opposite of his

He also likes to stick his fingers in your mouth and likes when he gets to suck on yours. 

Ddlb / Dmlb

There is no explanation other then he’s baby

And he needs to be taken care of, before he dose something stupid 

And you love taking care of your overgrown baby :)

He’s all smiley and cute when you do!

How could you resist? 

his grandpa is hotter but whatever 

you didnt see that.

Keishin Ukai

Public sex

In his store 

On the counter

Five Minutes before closing time 

It cannon

It's the risk factor for him, anyone can just walk in and see you fall apart on his cock

It's actually happened before, Shin wanted to do it and you agreed but didn't expect Takeda to waltz in and look directly at you. 

Yeah he immediately came then shoved you onto the floor to hide you from Ittetsu’s prying eyes

Daichi has also heard the two of you fucking in the gym storage closet, but chose not to say anything. 

Barebacking

It's like a primal urge to him

Condoms are annoying ang time consuming, you guys are gonna be together anyways might as well let him fill you like a good fuck toy

When he cums in you he also doesn't let you clean it out

He makes you stand there, face three inches away from your core, and watches his cum drip from you

Condoms won't let him do that, will they?

Humiliation

I mean he’s into fucking you in public, so this is pretty much a must at this point

He puts you in these positions so you have no choice but to be embarrassed

I mean what kind of slut like getting fucked in plain sight?

When you go out with him he makes you wear all these ridiculous outfits that practically show everything

And he makes fun of you when they look! 

Pornography 

Yes as in homemade porn

Why would he keep you all to himself?

Everyone deserves to experience that

And people love you!

If the thousands of comments and requests say anything about it!

oh to do that to Maddog

Yahaba Shigeru

Choking 

We all saw the scene with Maddog 

Come on, he’ll do that to anyone

I feel like he just likes seeing his hands around your neck. 

He likes how fail you are and how is ands just wrap around your neck

He knows where to squeeze too

He’ll hold your pressure point to the pint you think your gonna pass out

Light BDSM

Nothing to crazy, he likes having you tied up and ready that's all

Maybe eagle spread on the bed?

Or hell have you kneeling next to him, arms tied behind your back mouth ready and opened

The possibilities are endless

Fingering 

He likes his hands- 

But it's mostly about you

Seeing your hole up close

It sucking his fingers, like a good hole should

Plus he has better control with his fingers, so he hits all the good spots over and over until yout crying <3

[kaashiboo]

ahah heeeey!!!!! can i request kenma, akaashi and sugawara as best friends with gender neutral reader?

thank you for your hard work i really enjoy reading your headcannons (灬º‿º灬)♡

haikyuu boys as your best friend

┇ kenma, akaashi, and suga

gn!reader

【warnings: none】

➢ general note: ohoho this is a very long one so buckle up!

✎ a/n: aaww this is request is cute! thank you for appreciating my work and i'm so glad you enjoy reading them! take care of yourself!<3

kenma

you've been friends with kenma and kuroo ever since you were a child but you're more close with kenma due to his chill personality.

but that doesn't mean that you're less chaotic

kenma honestly questions himself as to why he's best friends with you

but you're a bit more tolerable than kuroo he guesses.

"say, if i hypothetically and accidentally broke your swi— kenma, you're gonna kill me with your stare." you laugh nervously.

"give it to me." you removed your hand behind your back and gave him his switch with a pout.

"are you mad at me?" you asked, rubbing your nape. awkwardly.

kenma sighed loudly, "yeah."

"oh" your shoulders dropped.

"but it's fine since i already bought a new one. i'm mad because i was planning to give you this one but i guess we have to make someone check it out if it's still repairable." he replied and your eyes lit up in excitement.

"really?"

"yeah."

"but i don't have the money for it."

"we'll make kuroo pay." he shrugged and you tilted your head in confusion.

"eh? do you really think he would agree to that?"

"i don't know. maybe. just do all his work or compliment him everyday, that might work."

"are you two planning on how to murder me?" kuroo appears out of nowhere, ruffling kenma's and your hair.

"yes." the setter and you answered in unison.

people also wonder how you can keep up with kenma but you're honestly one of the people that can see through him and could tell whether something is bothering him.

and he never hesitated to show you what he really feels. if he's mad then you'd let him vent and let out all his frustrations.

and there were times as well where he just wanted to be away from anyone so you gave him space.

but because he finds you tolerable, he begged you to not distance yourself from him.

now, in terms of YOU being sad, we all know he's not the greatest when it comes to comforting people but he would always find a way to cheer you up like offering you to play games with him.

he would even let you do the interior design of his house in minecraft as long as he can see you're enjoying.

just like what others do, he would typically protect you from mobs while you pick up flowers.

but most of the time, you would have a competition on which person could kill as many mobs as they can.

you also would do stupid challenges that you see on youtube.

and late night walks with him are the best since you never had to worry about bothering him when he rarely sleeps early.

let me rephrase that real quick, it's mostly you walking around while kenma sits on a bench,,, still playing.

but he would occasionally look for you to make sure you weren't lost or kidnapped.

you would eventually get tired so you just... lay on the grass and roll around.

kenma puts down his switch, "what are you doing, y/n?"

"i'm bored. you're not even paying attention." you whispered the last part but he still caught it.

"alright, sorry. stand up now. let's go to the convenience store and crash at kuroo's house." he offered and you immediately agreed.

because the two of you never failed to be in the same class every year, your classmates would be confused since you two would verbally fight and give each other a silent treatment and then one second later, you would give him food and he tries to help you beat the level you're currently on with the game you're playing.

and in the timeskip, the three of you have stable jobs like, rich rich rich very rich.

"at this point, we can be your sugar daddies." kuroo jokes but you paid no attention to him as you were still busy processing with what kenma gave you as a present.

literally everything you need for streaming— heck, you're not even sure if you would use all of them.

but kenma still wanted to drag you along with him to do things that he loves

not that you'd complain about it anyway.

"you're helping me set everything up." you finally recovered from your state of shock and pulled kenma up from your couch.

akaashi

and the best 'best friend' award goes to akaashi keiji!

look, just because he's a laid-back person, doesn't mean he's unaware of how to push your buttons.

he would subtly annoy you. so subtle that not everyone could notice that you wanted to murder him on the spot.

"akaashi keiji, i will seriously ki—"

"it's settled then! y/n, please come to my office now." the teacher spoke, making you groan in frustration before standing up but you made sure to purposely step on his foot and he silently winced in pain.

the chat with the teacher didn't take long and when you exited the office, you saw your best friend standing outside, waiting for you with a barely noticeable smirk.

yeah, we might have to take back his award.

you rolled your eyes and walked past him but he grabbed your bag and pulled you back.

"sorry, do i know you?" you scoffed.

"look, i'm sorry. i already told you that you shouldn't sleep in class." he reminded, implying that him dragging you into doing something was a sort of consequence from sleeping in class.

"i know! but you decided to be annoying again and volunteered that i would help with some activity." you complained. he still hasn't let go of your bag but you continued walking which may or may not made it look like you were his pet.

akaashi knows you're not actually mad at him and so he didn't have to bother to apologize again.

"if it makes you feel better, i volunteered first before you. at least we're now both busy."

you didn't respond and continued walking, "where are you going?" he asks.

"home."

"no."

"no?"

"i have practice," he said.

"what does that have to do with me?!" you wailed.

"nothing." you facepalmed and let him pull you to the gym.

the first time you met was during middle school. you were crying because you lost a competition and unfortunately for you, akaashi was the one who won.

he tried comforting you but you pushed him away.

akaashi was persistent though. he didn't want you to stay mad at him and so he bothered you everyday until you finally started to warm up to him.

you sighed for the ninth time. deciding to make a paper plane and throw it to akaashi's way.

it fortunately hit his forehead and he 'tsk-ed' at your action but he continued reading the book anyway.

you reached for the plane, crumpling it until it's round.

"i thought you were gonna teach me?" you question and threw the paper at him, again but lucky for him, he caught it.

he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration, "how am i supposed to teach you if you keep throwing things at me?"

you see, you're smart but there are certain subjects that you really hate and you coincidentally got sick during a discussion and now you and akaashi are currently studying in the library.

he knows he could have just lent you his notes and you can just take a photo of it but he wouldn't let you do that because his reasoning was, "you'll learn better if you write it down." you've complained to him about it many times and he'll eventually get tired and not give you anything so now you've learned your lesson,

don't annoy keiji.

but sometimes, he's kind enough to cover for you when you're asleep during class and would lie to the teachers by saying you're sick.

which rarely happens since he doesn't always tolerate you so being friends with him feels like having a parent watch you all the time.

"maybe if i befriended konoha then i'm already done with this." you huffed.

"he doesn't have the patience to deal with you, y/n." you let out an offended gasp before throwing your pencil case at him.

honestly speaking, the two of you get along really well. you're more talkative and he tends to listen to your rants a lot.

and of course, he would also share to you how his day went and how he found a new way to get bokuto out of his emo mode.

hanging out with him outside of school can be chaotic at times.

especially if you decide to go to the arcade because expect him to tease you a lot when you couldn't get the prize you wanted.

he would help you though:)

and since you two are a popular duo, you would often get a lot of confessions from boys and akaashi would ramble about how it's a waste of time and that you should focus on your studies.

but he would also reassure you that he'll support you no matter what decision you make.

in conclusion, he's a bit confusing and indecisive but he just wants the best for you but then he would also start thinking that he's being controlling of your own life.

akaashi also can't keep his cool sometimes,

"i can't believe they cheated on me." you hugged your legs closer to your chest as you sob.

his practice was already over but he insisted that the two of you stay at the gym so that you could talk to him about your problems.

"they’re an asshole, y/n." he replied.

usually, he would rub circles on your back when you're crying but this time, he stayed still on his seat so you glanced at him and frowned.

"you weren't even paying attention," you said.

"i was," he stopped typing on his phone to look at you.

"i was just searching up ways how to murder someone without getting caught." he joked and you chuckled.

"just kidding. i was ordering your favorite food. now stand up and wipe your tears. don't let that asshole see you vulnerable. show him that you don't even need him in the first place because you don't need anyone, 'kay?" he pulled you up and nodded at his advice.

"except for me, of course. how else would you be alive if it weren't for me?"

"i have my own parents." you rolled your eyes playfully.

"they don't love you— they prefer me." he teased once again. earning a punch from you.

suga

aDMIT IT, SUGA IS SO FUN TO BE WITH.

like sureeee he would help you most of the time

but he's also the same person that would get you in trouble.

"vice principal, i am so sorry! i didn't mean to knock off your wig! please don't suspend me—"

"it's fine, l/n. just go and don't tell anyone." the old man sighed.

you bowed and left, running to where suga was standing.

you saw your friend biting his lower lip to stifle a laugh.

you glared at him but you couldn't help but to cackle at what happened and now you two are being noisy in the hallway that made others look at you weirdly.

"i told you, he's bald!" he exclaimed and your laugh couldn't get any louder until you start coughing from the lack of oxygen.

"oH MY GOD— DON'T DIE ON ME Y/N," he said dramatically before offering you a bottle of water.

"you're so dramatic, please shut up." you rolled your eyes after drinking.

you and suga have been arguing for a week about how he witnessed himself how the vice principal's wig flew off and it was too good to be true so you didn't believe him.

not until your beloved best friend pushed you to the vp's direction accidentally.

you were taller than the old man so when you bumped into him, you wanted to grab onto something for support but instead, you knocked off his hairpiece.

and suga ran away instead of helping you.

we love a supportive friend.

"well at least he was kind enough to not give you a punishment." suga shrugged and you just nodded your head in agreement.

when you transferred to karasuno during second year, you luckily met suga when you asked for directions.

you two were in the same class so he accompanied you the whole day.

he was very talkative and you loved hearing him talk about volleyball.

at first, you admired him for how approachable and kind he is

but now you just want to kick him.

"i said he wasn't my crush!" you convinced him but suga ony hummed in response.

"but you were staring at him with heart eyes." he quirked a brow.

"i wasn't!"

"you were!"

"i wasn't!"

"you we—"

"suga and y/n, that's enough." daichi sighed. pushing the two of you apart from each other.

"daichi! your vice captain is being annoying again."

"daichi, did you know that y/n has a crush on y—" his words were cut off when you covered his mouth with your hand and he had no choice but to bite your palm and you backed away in disgust.

"i don't like you anymore." you huffed and he just ruffled your hair.

"ah really now?" he smiled but you knew that behind that smile was an evil intention.

"nevermind." you muttered. not trusting your own friend.

oh and your parents adore suga.

like, they know you have other friends as well but suga is the only person they trust to be with you all the time.

and honestly, you agree with them. no words or numbers could describe how much you trust the setter.

despite his naughty and chaotic attitude, he always takes care of you.

kind of like akaashi but he's a bit more loose.

he's very good at giving you advice.

he's also the type of friend that sulks when you miss a game.

like, he would literally ignore you.

and now you're struggling how to make him forgive you.

"kōshi, enough. you've been ignoring me for a week! it was just one game, come on." you persuaded, poking his side but he didn't budge and continued writing down notes.

"i'm sorry for missing your game. i swear, it was an accident! i would never miss your next match again!"

he shifted in his seat and your eyes were filled with hope.

he looks at you with a slight hint of disappointment, "even if i'm not a regular anymore?" the question caught you off guard.

"what do you mean?" he remained quiet and you took that as a sign that he didn't wanna talk and so you impatiently waited for classes to be over.

as soon as you were dismissed, you pulled him out of the classroom to take him to your favorite spot just near the gym.

"i don't like how you're doubting my ability to support you. it doesn't matter what you do— heck, you could even commit a crime and i might bail you out of jail." you uttered. finally breaking the silence that engulfed the two of you the past few minutes.

you struggle with expressing how you feel sometimes and being able to decipher your analogies is one of suga's skills.

"your comforting skill is top tier." he replied.

you know how he would playfully hit his teammates? he'd do the same to you but he would only give you head pats, not wanting to hurt you physically.

and you unexpectedly just learned how to love it.

it somehow inspires you to work harder since he only gives you head pats when you achieve something and it's his way of congratulating you!

he also likes to drag you along with him. he wants to watch a movie? he would buy an extra ticket just for you!

but sometimes, he would whine about being broke when he's with you🤡

would also be ready to make a presentation as to why you are his platonic soulmate.

please just agree with him so he won't be sad</3

last but not the least, gossiping.

literally, the two of you will not call it a day if you haven't talked about any issues at all.

so even if you were sleepy, he would call or text you in the middle of the night and be like, 'tea time?'

aaahh imagine how shock i was when i saw that this was about 2k words overall AHAHA. i know that akaashi's part seems a bit off but honestly i just imagine him being a bit mischevious and more open to people he's genuinely close with so yeah! i had so much fun writing but i feel bad becaue it was so long- anyway, thank you for reading!<3

[sunaswife]

A Suna Rintarou series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: PART 14 kagsiakwiaksksks ughhhh GUYS ITS ALMOST TIME LAIIAISEHHDUEISJS

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc seven-slide two: Kageyama Y/N 🤍

You shouldn’t have done that.

You were sitting on the bed and you checked the time, 3 am.

You turned to find Oikawa laying next to you.

How can he sleep so peacefully?

You groaned and rubbed your face.

You were sore all over.

You heard the curtain open and the nurse came in. “You need to go to the pharmacy and get this prescription and then you should be fine in a week.” She smiled and you nodded. She handed you the brace and you thanked her and shook your head when she asked if you needed help.

“Tooru-Senpai.” You shook him gently, “Iwa-Chan marry me~” he mumbled and hugged the stiff hospital bed pillow.

“Oi, I’m not 𝓘𝔀𝓪-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷. I’m Y/N remember? The person you almost killed.” You flicked his forehead and he groaned. “You heard nothing.” He immediately said as he sat up with a sigh.

“Never again.” You mumbled and winced when you moved your leg. “Hey now we match!” He exclaimed but you just gave him and bruh face. “Seriously?” You asked and he apologized. “I shouldn’t have made a bet with you. Now you’re hurt. Just stick to being a setter.” He patted your shoulder.

He mentioned that your skills were hella rusty and you bit back that you haven’t played in two years. He said that you sucked at receiving and you couldn’t be an ace even if you tried. Obviously you are a Kageyama and you are very competitive and decided to prove him wrong. One bad jump and you landed on your knee and now Oikawa was running with you on his back to the nearest emergency clinic. You’re on the phone with your aunt explaining what happened and that you’ll be home late.

The wait was so long and when you were finally seen it was so quick. You slowly took a step on your bad leg and winced slightly but you managed to walk it off. Tooru-Senpai was giving you advice on how to care for your knee and how to walk. His older sister managed to drop you off at home and Tobio was still awake in the room you two were sharing for your stay.

“You didn’t go to sleep? I thought you have practice in a few hours.” You asked and he scowled. “I do but how can I sleep knowing my favorite cousin got hurt because of Oikawa.” He asked and you apologized and sat on his bed, you whimpered and gripped your thigh. He sighed and stood up from his futon. Yes he was forced to give you his bed and he was stuck sleeping on the floor.

He helped you take it off and rub cream to help with the pain. He even gave you some pain killers. You gave him a small thanks but he muttered a “whatever I’ll walk you to the station. I’ll go to practice after.”

Just walk off the pain

Just walk off the pain

Well it didn’t necessarily hurt but there was a discomfort. You could walk but when you had to go up the stairs? Yeah no thanks. Especially in the skirt you’re wearing.

You usually wore black tights with your uniform but because of your knee, you decided not to. You wore the small brace and made your way to your locker. Some boys in the basketball team were near your locker waiting for their teammate and they kept laughing loudly and tossing the basketball to eachother. Right when you closed your locker one of the boys bumped into your side causing you to bump against your locker and the apple of your knee kissed the locker perfectly. “Fuck!” You winced and fell back on your butt. Your textbooks scattered everywhere and everything in your bag fell out.

You cried silently as you quickly gripped your thigh due to the pain. “Holy shit I’m sorry are you—“ “IM FINE!” You raised your voice. Before you knew it you saw the familiar blonde and grey haired boys as they picked up your stuff and your boyfriend easily lifted you in his arms and asked if you were okay. “Rin I’m fine put me down.” You assured and he gently set you down like a fragile piece of china. “Kageyama, I’m really sorry...” the guy said and you looked up and smiled softly and wiped your tears. “It’s okay, just be careful next time kay?” You said and he nodded and immediately turned around with the rest of his friends. Hmm weird...

“Did you guys miss me?” You teased and turned to the three boys only to find them glaring at the poor boy who hurt you. “Don’t start. It was an accident.” You said and pushed the twins while linking arms with your tall boyfriend. “You sure you’re fine?” Osamu asked and you nodded. “This is what happens when all your life you train as a setter only to turn into a middle blocker to prove someone wrong.” You sighed and they literally looked at you and sighed in sync. “You need to be careful. What are we going to do if you die?” Atsumu said seriously and you gave him a look. “Uh..people don’t die in volleyball.” RIP Daichi You told him and he sighed once again. The bell rang and you tried to grab your bag and books out of the twin’s hand but Suna beat you to it and took everything with you trailing next to him. “I can carry that, Rin.” You told him and he shook his head. “If I could I would carry you too.” Suna said and went at your pace which was slower than usual.

He walked you to your desk and like a good boyfriend set down your bag to the side and place the textbooks on the desk. “Did the doctor say you need to sit and rest?” He asked worriedly, “No she actually wanted me to keep walking around.” You replied and he nodded. “Okay cool. I’ll be taking your bags and books so don’t take them after class. Okay?” He asked and you nodded. “I’ll talk to you after.” He said softly and leaned down to give your head a kiss and he made his way to the other side of the classroom.

Your face flushed and you looked down at your desk. You felt eyes staring and you looked up to see almost your whole class staring. This is probably weird to them. At the start of highschool Suna always kept this silent but deadly persona then all of a sudden he’s dating the smartest kid in class. What is this a fanfiction? Yes.

“What are you looking at?” Suna spoke up and the class looked away and sat in their proper seats waiting for the teacher to arrive and start class.

Previously

Up next

Masterlist

A/N: kwhqiwiwoaiwbs next chapter is going to go down kind of lol

A/N part 2: ngl the beginning sounds like Y/N and Oikawa did it lmao

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[haikyuu-scenarios-drabbles]

Let’s Pretend (Kuroo Tetsurou x F!reader)

this was for the hq writers net secret summer fic exchange! my partner was: @occasional-haikyuu   hope you enjoy 🤗 i love writing Kuroo sm and i got really carried away with this one, i enjoyed writing it a lot 💕

genre: fluff, college!au, fake dating, friends to lovers  words: 4k+

~

You and Kuroo have been friends since the first year of college. You met him through Akaashi, who you sat next to in English first semester. And at some point, you got comfortable enough to complain to him about how chemistry was totally kicking your ass and he mentioned that his friend who lived down the hall was pretty good at it. Akaashi offered to ask him if he’d help you out.

And that’s how you found yourself one afternoon waiting for a complete stranger in the library. You weren’t expecting the 6’2” middle blocker of the university’s volleyball team to slide into the seat next to you and introduce himself as Akaashi’s friend.

That was almost 3 years ago now, and it turns out the towering middle blocker you could barely speak a word to the first week of him tutoring you is a total dork that loves volleyball and science just a tad too much.

You plop down on the worn-out couch of your shared apartment with Kuroo, Akaashi, and Bokuto; who you met not long after meeting Kuroo, you shove Kuroo to the end to give yourself some space.

“There’s a perfectly good chair you know!” He complains, squished up against the arm of the couch.

“Huh.” You make a show of squinting at the empty chair. “I think that chair says ‘Kuroo’ on it though.”

He groans. “This couch isn’t made for four people!”

“It most definitely is, I just unfortunately happen to live with two freakishly tall volleyball players and one beefy one.” You jab a finger to the other side of you at Bokuto sandwiched between you and Akaashi on the couch.

Kuroo gives you a look, then turns his attention to the chair in question. “It says Kuroo on it, does it?”

You grin devilishly at him. “Sure does. Gotta squint to see it though.”

He sighs, but picks up his bowl from the table and moves over to the chair grumbling, “The things I let you do…” But you can see he’s trying to hide his smile. This time you smile innocently at him before taking a bite of your food and scooting over to his newly vacated spot. “Who’s turn is it tonight?”

“Mine—mine!” Bokuto shouts, nearly tipping his bowl over in his attempt to snatch the remote. He turns the channel to the college sports network, and you pull out your phone to scroll mindlessly through your feed. You’ve watched volleyball every night for the past week, giving up your nights in control of the remote because they all get unbearably antsy in the days leading up to a game.

So, to make up for it, you either get the remote for however many days you gave it up for or they do the dishes or something. You don’t mind too much, not when you’ve grown accustomed to it since all moving in together for second year. And besides, sometimes it’s just as entertaining watching them watch as it is watching the game itself. You like volleyball enough, having been to many of their games to support them, but watching it every night does get a little old for you.

Though, recently, you’ve found yourself watching Kuroo more often than not. The way his golden eyes intently watch the screen, his food forgotten halfway to his mouth—how his lips move almost imperceptibly as he counts to himself when he’d block. He’s so distracted that when his food slips off his utensil, he doesn’t notice, making a face when he bites at nothing. You don’t bother suppressing your giggles about it. To which he just slides a threatening look over at you before returning his attention to the TV.

“So,” you say loudly to get their attention, notorious for not hearing you when a game is on. “Which team are you playing?”

“The yellow one.” Akaashi points to the left side of the screen.

“Are they good?”

All three of them respond in unison, “Yes.”

You take that as a sign this isn’t a game you’re allowed to chat through. Kuroo surprises you by keeping the conversation going. “Are you going to come?”

Finishing your food, you shrug. “Sure, sounds like it’ll be a good game. Thursday, right?”

You stand, gathering the empty bowls to take to the kitchen. Again, Kuroo surprises you by pulling his attention from the match to hand you his bowl, muttering a quiet, “Thanks.”

Once you’re gone, he sighs internally, unsure why he wishes you’d come to every game. For a reason he can’t explain, during a game when he thinks his thighs will split the next time he jumps, or his fingers are finally going to break off, being able to glance up at you in the stands cheering them on gives him a burst of energy. And for months now, he’s been glancing at you a lot more frequently off the court.

He finds Bokuto and Akaashi staring at him, and all he can say is, “Shut up.”

~

You have to beg a couple of your girl friends to come to the game with you, enticing them with the idea of tall, attractive volleyball players. You would have gone alone of you had to but being with others is usually a lot more fun. Especially when your closest friends are in the game, it’s hard for you to find people to join you.

Volleyball is a pretty popular sport at your University for students to attend, so you annoy your friends to get their early, so you get decent seats. You arrive early enough to catch the tail end of both teams’ warm up, and you usually search for Bokuto’s unique black and white hair finding it easy to spot the familiar black mop of bedhead hair standing nearby.

Beside you, your friend asks, “Which ones are your roommates?”

You quickly point out Bokuto. “He’s the ace, and Akaashi is the one standing to the left of him—he’s the setter. And to the other side of him is Kuroo, a middle blocker, and the captain!”

“Middle blocker?”

You blink, realizing they don’t know much about volleyball in comparison to your strange knowledge of the sport you don’t even play. “Uh, yeah! So, most commonly tall players are in the position of middle blocker so that when the other team tries to spike, they can block it. You’ll see, it’s pretty crazy. I always think they’re going to get their arms ripped off, I don’t know how they do it.”

When the teams finish their warm-ups, they both line up on their respective sides to extend their thanks to the crowd for coming to the game. You beam and wave to your friends, doing your best to make the most noise out of everybody—probably looking ridiculous in the process.

Kuroo chuckles at your enthusiasm, Bokuto’s face splits into a smile and returns the gesture, making an effort to wave at the friends you’ve brought with you.

Once they head back to the coach, you friend leans over to whisper, “I know you live with them but…ever thought about dating one of them? ‘Cause—damn.”

“What? No!” You splutter. “I couldn’t! I know them a little too well.”

She raises an eyebrow suspiciously. Luckily, you’re saved by the referee blowing the whistle. “Oh, look! The game’s about to start.”

The boys were right, it does turn out to be an exciting game. A nail-biter, sit at the edge of your seat kind of game—your favorite kind. To your relief, your friends get really into the game, and don’t think about asking you more questions about your roommates. Though you can’t stop thinking about it. Not as you watch Kuroo’s jump serve, your eyes drifting to his shorts revealing his muscular thighs or the peek of skin you catch as his shirt rides up.

Have you thought about it in passing once or twice? Sure. Particularly when you’ve caught him just after a shower and he has the audacity to walk around the apartment with just a towel slung around his waist. The first time you saw him, your face set on fire and of course he caught it and chased you around the apartment yelling all sorts of playful jabs at you before you could sprint to the safety of your bedroom and slam the door in his face.

He never once has forgotten that instance, and even now you swear he walks around the apartment like that for longer than necessary on purpose just to fluster you. And sure, when you first met him a few years ago, you developed a crush on him, but it went away quickly after your friendship blossomed.

Didn’t it?

Your eyes widen ever so slightly, feeling like you’ve just had all the air knocked out of you.

Have you…liked…Kuroo all this time?

All those late nights studying, being with him nearly every weekend, enjoying almost every moment with him? The person you’d be so confident to say is your best friend and you’re just figuring this out now?

Holy shit—you think you’re going to pass out from the realization.

You watch Kuroo in a strange stupor, reeling from the emotions flooding you at the moment. But you come to a second realization shortly after the first.

That you’ve been friends all this time, and if he had ever felt that way about you…you assume it’s passed. And you can’t help but fixate on the fear that you’re too late in discovering the way you feel about him.

This isn’t going to be fun.

~

After the game, which his team fought tooth and nail to win, he notices you’re strangely distant. On the drive home while Bokuto is babbling about the game, you sit quietly in your seat, staring out the window, placating Bokuto with slight nods and occasional responses. It’s very unlike you and worries him.

What happened in the time span between the start and end of the game? Did one of your friends say something that put you off?

He shakes it off, as your spirits brighten slightly when Akaashi suggests you all pick up some takeout on the way home as he’s certain none of you want to put any effort into cooking. Kuroo suggests your favorite place to get food, but if you notice his attempt to bring you out of this weird silent slump, you make no indication of it.

That’s where you all end up getting food, but when you all return home and Akaashi says to you, “Well, what are we watching for the next couple days?”

You dig into the meal, shrugging. “You guys can watch whatever you want tonight, I have a quiz I need to study for.”

Kuroo nearly drops his container. Normally, you take the opportunity to watch whatever you want, no matter the complaints it might raise from any of them. He clamps his mouth shut around his chopsticks and catches the similarly surprised glances of Akaashi and Bokuto from across the table. They’ve caught on as well.

When you finish, you get up, throw your container away, and head up the stairs without another word. The moment you’re out of earshot, Akaashi notes, “Something’s up.”

“Yeah, you know she’s usually pretty amped after a game like that one…” Bokuto mutters, his mouth still half full.

“You should check on her.”

Gazing up the stairs, Kuroo gets the feeling you won’t be receptive to talking. Most of the time, you just need time to sort yourself out. You’re acting weird, but not enough to cause him real alarm yet. “I think she just needs some time,” he says, heart heavy that while he wants to go upstairs to help, he knows you well enough that he probably shouldn’t. He learned that the hard way.

Akaashi just shrugs. “Alright. You’d know best.”

“What does that mean?”

He’s unfazed. “I just mean that while we’re all friends, I think you know her better than us.” His eyes meet Kuroo’s, and just like Kenma could always see straight through him, Akaashi can too. “Just an observation.”

Leave it to Bokuto to say bluntly, “Yeah, we all know you’re in love with her.”

“Bokuto!” Kuroo hisses, glaring at him. She is right upstairs! “I am not—”

“You are,” Akaashi says. “And we all know it except for you and the only person denser than you who is currently directly above us.”

Kuroo slumps in his chair defeated. He does know it; he just doesn’t want to admit it. “Well, let’s all just keep that information to ourselves, shall we?” He groans, leaning his head back onto his chair. He can’t imagine what would happen if you accidentally overheard the fact that Kuroo thinks about you on a near daily basis and hasn’t been able to stop since he met you years ago.

Living together has only made it worse and with Akaashi and Bokuto on his ass about it now, he can’t imagine he’s going to be able to keep it a secret for much longer.

~

The next morning, you seem fine. Kuroo can’t detect any of the strange quiet that overcame you last night and things seem…normal. He couldn’t fall asleep though, too worried that you overheard the conversation after you left. But his worries are assuaged this morning when you saunter into the kitchen, unfazed by him, and even asking how he slept.

He swallows with difficulty. “Uh, not great if I’m honest.”

Without even sparing him a glance you say, “I know. I heard you tossing and turning all night.”

He smiles sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Growing pains.”

Now you turn to stare at him, giving him a complete once over head to toe. “Growing pains?! You’re joking—you already barely miss the tops of the doorframes!”

God, he really should have picked a more believable excuse. “Guess we’re gunna have to move,” he offers playfully.

“No—you’re gunna have to move. Or get used to ducking.” You stick your tongue out at him before taking a seat at the counter, sipping from your mug while scrolling mindlessly through your phone.

“Good game last night, huh?” He blurts trying to fill the silence, so he doesn’t start drowning in thoughts about how cute you look in your shorts or how he’s hyper-fixated on the cup you keep bringing up to your mouth.

You shrug. “My friends seemed to enjoy themselves, so that was fun. I got to show off my endless amounts of volleyball knowledge thanks to you guys.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“Positions and plays and stuff. But I think they were much more interested in um—,” you cough, then glance at him from beneath your lashes. “The uh…players.”

He blinks. “What do you mean?” He knows exactly what you mean but he wants to hear you say it.

“I am not saying it.”

“But I really don’t know,” he muses.

A groan emits from you. “Yes, you do—I know you do.”

He smirks, making heat crawl up your neck. “What about the players?”

Burying your face in your hands, you shout defeated, “Ugh—they think all of you are hot okay?”

The mischievous grin that rises to his lips nearly sends you into overdrive. “Oh, we do get pretty warm,” he agrees, pouring his hot water into a travel mug and snagging a tea bag.

Your eyes narrow dangerously at him. “I hate you.” He just gives you a wink before slipping out the door. Wanting to scold yourself, you tangle your fingers in your hair, trying to convince yourself that was a perfectly normal interaction with him and there isn’t anything to read into. Not that insufferable smirk, or the way his golden eyes pin you in your seat.

You are royally fucked until you get over this.

Snapping you into reality, Akaashi clears his throat from the hallway behind you. “I swear if you say one goddamn word,” you threaten, shoving your mug into the sink and storming past a rather smug looking Akaashi.

~

On campus later that afternoon, Kuroo is on his way towards the station on the other side of campus to go home when ahead of him he spots one of the students he tutors coming the opposite direction. After tutoring you so successfully in chemistry, you had encouraged him to get a job at the tutoring center and he’s been working there since his second year. And this particular student, although he knows she means well, is by no means shy about her infatuation with him.

Just earlier today he tutored here and part of him thinks she actually does understand chemistry, but just makes appointments at the center solely to spend time with him. And today she asked him about the party being thrown by several sports clubs tonight, wondering if the volleyball club is a part of it.

He knows about the party, but the volleyball club had opted to not help host it and he had yet to ask the others if they wanted to attend. So, he’d given her a non-committal response.

When the session ended, she’d left with a suggestive, “Well, I hope to see you there Kuroo-kun!”

He can’t help that seeing her coming at him from the other direction, he instinctively panics and scans his surroundings for somewhere to hide until she passes. It’s then that he hears your familiar laughter fill the air and he immediately locates you sitting on the lawn with Akaashi. Relief fills him and without even thinking, he strides off the pavement into the grass and abruptly plops down beside you.

“Kuroo? What the—”

“Hi, sorry, please help me out.” He motions with his head in the direction of his tutee.

You tilt your head to glance behind his shoulder, catching sight of the girl whose been pursuing Kuroo since he started tutoring him at the beginning of the semester. “This is ridiculous.” You giggle quietly at the 6’2” volleyball player trying to hide behind your frame.

“You can’t just stop to chat for a few minutes?”  Akaashi asks in a hushed tone.

“She’s going to ask me to go to a party with her tonight.”

“Ah,” you say in understanding. Kuroo is far too nice to tell her no flat out.

And despite his attempts to avoid her, she spots him anyways and makes a detour out onto the lawn to talk to him. “Hi Kuroo-kun! Done with classes for the day?”

“Hey Suzuki.” He admirably gives her a warm smile. “Yeah, just enjoying the rest of the afternoon.” He feels awful. She’s a nice girl, but unfortunately, he’s pathetically in love with the one sitting next to him.

“Have you decided about the party yet?”

Unsurprisingly, Kuroo turns to the two of you for the answer. You shrug, looking at Akaashi. “Sounds fun, we haven’t been to a party in a while. Think Bo will be up for it?”

“Bokuto? Up for a party? Never.”

You chuckle at that and try not to laugh at the glare Kuroo points in your direction. He was hoping you’d say no, so he doesn’t have to endure advances from Suzuki all night.

Suzuki grins and tells him she’ll see him tonight before bounding off, and once she’s out of earshot he grips your arm hissing, “Are you trying to kill me?”

“Don’t worry.” You nudge him. “We’ll protect you all night. C’mon, lets have fun tonight!”

He’s in no position to deny you.

~

The party is already in full swing by the time you all get there, and Bokuto is none too shy to immediately drag Akaashi out onto the thumping dancefloor. You can’t help smiling softly at them, knowing that only Bokuto can get Akaashi to loosen up like that. Meanwhile, you and Kuroo hang back near the bar, sipping idly from your cups, laughing at Bokuto’s dance moves.

Though the unease rolling off Kuroo is palpable. Despite making humorous comments about how Bokuto is bound to take out someone’s eye with his limbs flailing around like that, he can’t hide his nervous glances as he scans the crowd for Suzuki.

Eventually he spots her, and he’s not sure how she hasn’t spotted him yet. He thought she’d be actively on the lookout for him, but instead she’s chatting with some other people, and unaware of his presence yet. He’s unsure if he can handle a night of being pursued by her but god—he also can’t stomach breaking her heart either. Not when he has to tutor her for the rest of the semester.

Glancing down at you next to him, he follows your gaze fixed on the dancefloor, smiling softly at your two friends enjoying themselves. “You want to dance?” He shoves off the wall to stand in front of you.

“What?”

“Didn’t you say let’s have some fun tonight?” He jabs a thumb behind him. “Looks like fun to me.”

A grin spreads across your lips that makes his heart stutter in his chest.

Following him down to the floor, you both shove your way through the crowd to reach Akaashi and Bokuto near the middle of the mass of people. When you arrive, Bokuto shouts a happy greeting and takes your hands into his to help you start dancing before returning his attention to Akaashi. There’s not much room down here, pressing you close against Kuroo, but you don’t think much of at as you’re pressed close to everyone around you too.

But Kuroo can’t think of anything but how close you are. Your laughter filling his ears as you lift your hands and start moving your hips to the beat—he realizes what a terrible idea this was. He wants to set his hands on those hips so bad and pull you even closer against him, close enough that he can feel your heartbeat against his chest and—fuck, he’s going to lose it tonight.

Before he can spiral into his fantasies about you, he instinctively looks for Suzuki again to see if she’s noticed him yet. He hopes he’s obscured enough on the dancefloor that it gives him a bit longer before the onslaught of suggestive words and here she won’t be pressured to keep it in check like she is on campus.

But just as he’s about to overthink that situation, a warm hand reaches up to grasp his face pulling his attention back to you. Any thoughts he had are tossed out the window as you stare at him openly and seriously.

“That doesn’t look like fun.” You point out.

“She’s here.”

You do a quick survey of the room and locate her; blissfully unaware the object of her infatuation is right under her nose. “Why don’t you just reject her?” You say out of the blue, startling him. He opens his mouth to object, but you just continue, “I get that you think you’re too nice and all, but wouldn’t it be nicer than leading her on like this?”

He has no argument against that.

“In my experience, most girls would much prefer you be honest with them. Just tell her you’re not interested. Simple.”

He stares at you. Mulling over the words you just said.

Be honest with them.

“You’re right,” he says, no longer thinking about Suzuki. “I’m not interested in her.”

“See? I told you, easy—”

“I’m interested in you.”

You make a small choking noise and blink dumbfounded at him. “That’s not funny.”

His expression doesn’t change, and your knees almost buckle under the weight of his stare. “It’s not a joke.”

“You…you—what? That’s…what?” He tries not to chuckle that he’s broken you into being unable to put together a sentence. “For how long?”

He shrugs, a little embarrassed to admit it. “A while.”

“I—ugh. You’re damn lucky I realized it recently too.” His eyes widen, lips curving into a smile as you throw your arms around his neck and press your lips to his.

He’s perfect and warm and solid against you, kissing you like he’s thought about this moment a million times. And by god is he fucking good at it. In the back of your mind, you swear you hear Bokuto’s whoop of excitement breaking through the music shouting, “Finally!!”

[neoheros]

how would haikyuu boys handle the quarantine? feat. pretty setter squad

sugawara koushi

respects the quarantine a lot

it’d be very hard to get him out of the house especially when it involves other people

has stocked up on literally every kind of canned food

“we don’t need to go to target, we’ve got a house full of food !!”

gets up at about 9 - 10 am

but he likes to sleep early

if you don’t sleep early, he doesn’t mind staying up with you if you ask him to but don’t expect much of him since he’s most likely out like a light after 11

he makes sure you wash your hands every other hour

it’s kinda repetitive but he cares yknow

eventually you’ll get so bored of staring at the same things that you promp him to go out with you

he’ll say no the first five times

and you’re just like 🥺

he’ll eventually agree but on the condition of bringing alcohol wipes and surgical masks

“NO DAICHI WE AREN’T ACCEPTING COMPANY !! ITS THE LAW !!”

kageyama tobio

he’s a baby

take care of him please

tbh if the two of you aren’t living together, you most likely have to be the one to help him stock on food and necessities

but if you do share a house/apartment then he’d go grocery shopping with you every now and then to make sure you don’t run out of stuff

i’m talking you in the shopping cart and him complaining about it being heavy but not letting you get off

once you get back in the car though he makes sure to put sanitizer on both your hands and the moment you get home, he reminds you to wash them

his sleeping habits are kinda out there

most of the time he sleeps early, but there are times when you see him on the couch under a weighted blanket scrolling through tiktok at 3 am

no matter what time he sleeps though, he always get up at either 9 am or 2 pm

no in between

if he wakes up at 2 pm then that’s because he doesn’t want to let go of his grasp on you

is the big spoon all the time

and no you’re not gonna get to squirm out of his embrace, i’m sorry

kenma kozume

i’m just gonna be blunt here

this kid is grateful for the quarantine

of course he’s distasteful for the pandemic and stuff but c’mon he’s a teenage boy with a full ass gaming system and you think this isn’t a life he’s dreamt of?

like kags, you’d most likely have to be the one to make sure he’s stocked up on food and stuff

whenever you both would go grocery shopping together he’d always go for the junk food like sodas and lays chips

knowing this fully well, you get the things needed to actually make a proper meal

y’all know damn well this boy goes to sleep at 6 am and wakes up at 2 pm

it’s how his body clock has adapted and there’ll be times he’ll try to sleep with you at 11 pm but he’s just staring at the ceiling and moving and flinching and at this point even you can’t fall asleep with all the ruckus he’s causing

“K E NM A LEAVE THE BED”

“no, i’m trying to be productive by sleeping early and then i’ll wake up early then we can have a good day together.”

“baby i’m sorry but neither of us will be able to sleep at all if you DON’T GODDAMN LEAVE”

when he’s not gaming or having kuroo yell at him for barely participating in his online classes, he likes to have you in his embrace

most of the time if you’re not up doing daily things, the two of you are in bed just hugging

or you’re in the living room scrolling through tiktok and he’s in the bedroom also scrolling through tiktok

and when you both find a funny video you call to each other and then show it and go back to doing your thing

goals ngl

oikawa tooru

no

if i were to be stuck in the house for a month with this man i would cry

he’s a morning person for fucks sake

he gets up at 8 am and goes to bed before 11 pm and yes he will drag your ass in and out of bed so you guys can start and end the day together

it’s so sweet i’m not gonna lie but holy fuck my dude

he goes on morning walks and runs and sometimes he’ll ask you to come with him and tells you you’re missing out if you say no

but most of the time he’ll let you sleep in when he’s gone and you wake up to either your favorite starbucks drink or a protein shake he made you

oikawa tooru = healthy quarantine lifestyle

the two of you have cabinets and pantries full of food, both healthy and absolute junk

he tries his best to steer away from that stuff though but sometimes he doesn’t mind eating through them when you two are on the couch and binging old nickelodeon shows

with his bad knee, you also take into consideration how important it is to be exercising and keeping his regimen up

so even if you cry blood from running with him too much, you never mind coming with him since it’s for him to get better

he’s like one of those white moms who’s always out for a walk and always cleaning the house

whenever the two of you would go out for a quick raid in target or walmart, he always has to hold your hand

because “who knows what’s out there now that the world is ending, babe? gotta keep you safe.”

bro i love him so much i miss his stupid face oikawa i didn’t mean it come back home baby

akaashi keiji

when i tell you this man deserves an award for being the best boyfriend on earth

ugh he’s just so ? perfect

quarantine life with akaashi !!! is so !! romantic and domestic and beautiful

he insists on going grocery shopping alone, keys in his hand, him wearing a jacket over his hoodie, jeans and sneakers with a cross chain

this man is a sight for sore eyes

but even if he does insist on going alone so you can just sit back and not get exposed to the corona

you always tell him you like it when you’re with him especially when you do domestic stuff like shopping together and driving together at night with the windows down

when you’re shopping together, he’s the one who pushes the cart with his right hand and his left hand is intertwined with yours

you go pick out the stuff you like to buy and he tells you whether or not to put it back because let’s be honest he’s 90% of your wise decision making

he’s a light sleeper who has a good bed time

but when he wakes up at 2 am to see you leaning against the bed frame with the comforter over your head watching tiktoks

he doesn’t mind propping himself up next to you as he leans his head on your shoulder and watches what’s on your fyp

(he falls asleep there 97.9% of the time)

you love him

[giggly-squiggily]

Hey hey hey! =D Hope you are alright. Always remember that what I told you and that you are a very nice and tolerant person who doesnt need to be anxious about anything! I get to think to much lately. Its usually not good for me but I had an idea and a huge need of Lee!Tsuki again. How about a Teamgame between the Karasuno boys where they find out that all are actually ticklish but he the most? Hope I dont get on your nerves with him. ^^' -Love Mikyu

Heyo Mikyu! Thank you so much for the kind words! You are literally so sweet and wonderful! *sends hugs* I hope your days are full of happiness and joy! :D

Don’t you worry; you’ll never get on my nerves with Tsukki! He’s one of my favorite characters and I am always down to write for him! :3 I hope this was good and thank you kindly for the wonderful prompt!

Karasuno practice matches, Tsyukishima learned real quick, were always chaotic.

If it wasn’t Hinata and Kageyama attempting to figure out a new quick attack, it was Tanaka and Noya causing some sort of mischief. The upperclassmen kept them in line- for the most part, but usually let their teammates have their usually harmless fun.

Today Tsyukishima wished Dachi would have kept a tighter grip. Things would have ended less...humiliating.

Today’s main source of chaos: Tanaka and Noya, who decided they needed to “fix team distractions” during serves and receives. On each side of the court, the two knuckleheads made it their life's mission to distract their friends. Everything from spontaneous screaming to jokes, whatever they could think of to distract their teammates. The blonde middle blocker was starting to wonder why they even bothered; they were used to verbal background noise. This was a rather irritating waste of time.

That was, until Kageyama suddenly collapsed to the ground with a high-pitched yelp. The volleyball he went to serve rolled away harmlessly, ignored by the startled team. “Whoa, what was that?” Tanaka asked with a grin, standing over the curled up server, hands still outstretched. “No way! Are you ticklish?” He asked, giving the first year no time to respond as he attacked, pinching at Kageyama’s ribs and sides.

The rest of Karasuno let out amused sighs of relief as the setter squealed and cackle with laughter, trying desperately to squirm away. Hinata, who was on his team, ran over in an attempt to help. “Hang on, Kageyama! I’m coming!” The redhead jumped onto Tanaka’s back, sending them both into a pile of giggly limbs.

This brought them to their newest distraction scheme. It didn’t matter if someone was setting or serving, receiving or blocking. Noya and Tanaka would be there, ready to tickle. No one was safe! Not even Dachi, who tried to scare them off with his best “angry captain face”, one that was immediately forgotten about when they tickled his stomach.

Throughout the game, Tsukishima had barely avoided them. He served quickly, and found himself more towards the center of the court, making himself somehow invisible, despite his height. At some point, he figured they had forgotten about him, too focused on bringing Asahi down to his knees in a fit of wheezy giggles. He almost relaxed.

Until it was his turn to serve again. It happened so quickly. He had just tossed up the ball when he felt ten devious fingers into his armpits. He will never agree that the shriek he let out was as loud as Tanaka claimed, but he couldn’t deny the fact he was immediately brought to his knees, arms locked around his torso as he glared daggers at the older team member. “Oh ho ho! Look what we have here! I think I found the most ticklish one!” The wing spiker teased, cracking his knuckles.

“Did you hear that? I didn’t know Tsukki could make sounds like that!” Noya joined his friend, an equally mischievous grin pulling at his lips as he boxed in the middle blocker. “I wonder what other sounds you make?” He grinned down at his teammate, making Tsukishima glare harder. “Just forget it! We’re wasting ti-HAME!” Tsukishima let out a squeak when Tanaka’s hands found his armpits once more, wiggling gently against his sweatshirt. “That’s right! Laugh for me, Tsukki!” The spiker grinned as the blonde sank into the court, trying in vain to suppress his laughter. Noya quickly followed him down and added to the tickly assault, poking and prodding at his ribs until Tsukishima was writhing about, muffled giggles escaping his lips.

“Ooh, I think he’s gonna crack!” Noya teased, climbing on top of the blonde and towards his stomach. Tsukishima let out a startled “HA!” Before completely dissolving into loud, un-tsukishima-like laughter. “Gahahhaahhahahhahaha! S-Stahhahahhahap ihihihhihiht!” He tried to order, but his attempts to sound threatening were futile as Tanaka moved to his neck, making him scrunch up adorably. “Aww! Look at that! Big bad Tsukishima’s all giggly!” Tanaka cooed in his best baby voice, making the blonde blush an even deeper red. “He still thinks he’s threatening! Isn’t that precious, Tanaka?” Karasuno’s Libro teased along with his friend, leaving no spot on Tsukishima’s torso untouched. 

While all this was going on, the rest of Karasuno decided to take a break, lingering about and shamelessly watching the dynamic duo destroy their normally sassy blocker. It was a rare treat to see him look and sound so happy. At some point Yamaguchi started to feel sympathetic towards his friend, and in a moment of bravery, ran over to help.

“GAAHAHAHAHAHAHA! STHAHAHAHAHAP!” Tsukishima squeaked, his cheeks a bright red and glasses askew. Tanaka and Noya giggled along with him, drinking in the adorable squeaks and giggles that escaped. “Stop? Are you sure? You look like you're having a lot of fun, Tsukki!” Noya teased, shooting up with a squeal of his own when two nervous hands poked his sides. Turning around, he grinned as he watched Yamaguchi backing away slowly, his hands raised protectively.

“Oh ho ho! Looks like Yama wants to play too!” Noya teased, standing with a laugh. Tsukishima immediately started gasping for breath, arms wrapped around his torso protectively as he composed himself. He blinked away the blurriness in his vision enough to watch Yamaguchi run for his life, Noya hot on his trail. “Hehe, are you alright, Tsukki?” Tanaka asked, drawing back the blonde’s attention.

After a few more breaths, he nodded, letting his older classmate help him to his feet. “You should laugh more! It’s nice to see you smile!” Tanaka teased with a poke to Tsukishima’s ribs, making the blonde jump away with a snort. Tanaka laughed before running after Noya, ready to assist in destroying the team's Pinch server.

Tsukishima watched them go, a light feeling filling his chest. They were knuckleheads, but Tanaka might have been on to something. With a determined nod, he ran after the spiker, ready to both save his friend and also give the upperclassman a taste of his own advice.

I hope this was good! Have an amazing day hon!

[codename-bewareofthefangirl]

Kuroo/yachi scenario where kuroo has trouble with asking yachi on a date bcz a certain team of crows *karasuno* wouldnt want to hand their little manager over.(especially the parent duo and kiyoko) please. Sorry if it’s too much. Btw your work is amazing :))

IIIIIIIIII’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!

Hi dear!

I’m sorry if I made you wait so much, but I’m finally here! Thank you for your kind words! Writing a good KuroYachi has been more tricky than what I expected (maybe it’s because I haven’t written in a month and I’m a bit rusty) but I hope this small drabble will make you smile at least :3

Have a wonderful day

KuroYachi, Karasuno Team, Kenma Kozume, Implied BokuAka, DaiSuga and KageHina

Fluffy, Protective Team, Attempt at Confession

Worth It

“Kuro…”

“Shut up, bo.”

“But-”

“I’m pitiful enough without your commentary!”

His friend sighed, shrugging, and took another sip from the water bottle.

Kuroo was seated beside him, with the back against the wall and the hands running through the messy hair. His face was scrunched in annoyance and exasperation.

“I’m just trying to say it’s absurd you haven’t asked her out yet.” Bokuto couldn’t stop himself.

“Booooo!” Kuroo moaned, hiding the face against the knees, “I tried, I tried alright?”

“You’ve been crushing on her since the last training camp!” His friend frowned, “And you haven’t asked her on a single date, you have to do something instead of pitying yourself!”

“I don’t want to hear that from you!” The raven glared at him, but the other smirked proudly.

“I have a boyfriend, and he’s the prettiest setter ever!” he gloated with a dreamy expression.

Kuroo scoffed.

“You have a boyfriend because Akaashi took pity on you and confessed after you had moped around for weeks, thinking he would have rejected you.”

“Still!”

“I feel like decking you.”

“Cooooome on! I bet you can do it, you just have to muster up the courage! You’re a captain, an amazing middle-blocker, a smart student, and even good-looking when you shut up! She won’t say no!” Bo patted his shoulder, “And if she rejects you, I’ll let you crash at my place, crying while eating ice-cream as we watch your favorite Disney movie!”

Kuroo elbowed him, with his cheeks flushed, but barely hid a grin. Bokuto was serious and honest, he really wanted to cheer him up, but…

“The problem is not the courage. Or her rejecting me-”

“You sound awfully confident for someone who was cr-”

“Okay, it is, but not the major one now. I believe she likes me, or at least she doesn’t fear me anymore. The problem is that I can’t even approach her!”

“Uh?” Bokuto tilted his head, blinking owlishly.

“Her parents. And big brothers. And protective best friends,” Kuroo sighed. He slouched as he dejectedly let his coal eyes wander towards the other side of the gym.

“You mean the Karasuno Team?”

“Someone must have told them I wanted to ask her out, and now they’re constantly on alert. I’ve barely talked to her this week,” the raven explained, lips curved in a grimace.

“Bro, no one told them, there was no need: you blushed, stumbled around her, offered to help her with the chores as manager, followed her around all the time…you did everything to approach her and find a way not to intimidate her. It’s plain as day you like Yachi. Even the coaches know.”

“She’s too cute!” The other whispered blissfully, hiding his face, “She’s an angel.”

“That’s true. Absolutely lovely,” Bokuto agreed enthusiastically, “She even helped me when I accidentally bumped into the basket with the balls and knocked it over!”

“But the other crows are demons from hell.” Kuroo darkened again.

“Don’t be dramatic, they’re not-”

“On Monday, I tried to ask her if we could eat together, but Shrimpy jumped on her and dragged her away shouting she had promised to eat with them. Obviously, Kageyama followed the two. You should have seen the way he glared at me,” Kuroo shuddered.

“They’re really close, uh?” Bokuto chuckled.

“That damn Tsukki is getting in my way too,” he continued his ramblings, “And every time he manages to snatch her away, he smirks, the little shit! I’m sure he’s the one pushing Yamaguchi to stay close to Yachi, but I can’t even try to intimidate freckles-boy, or his stupid boyfriend will murder me in my sleep.”

At this point, Bokuto was loudly cackling.

“The small libero and Tora’s ‘brother’ are even worse. They build a human wall as soon as I try to greet her, shouting embarrassing things.”

“Well, you know how they get with their managers!”

“Obviously, all of them are nothing when compared to the Papa Crows,” Kuroo met his friend’s eyes, with an overly-serious, terrified face, “I swear, Suga has tried to kill me with his eyes. And he was smiling, he was smiling as he stabbed me mentally, over and over. I never witnessed anything more terrifying.”

“Kuro, you’re really pitiful right now,” Bokuto tried to hug him, but the boy smacked his arms away.

“You’re not very convincing if you keep laughing.”

“Aw, don’t be sh-”

“Kuro you should man up.”

The two captains jerked, startled by the sudden third voice.

“Kenma!” Kuroo called, noticing his best friend seated by his side, playing with his console, “when did you arrive?”

“I’ve been here from the start. You forgot.”

“You weren’t here,” Kuroo argued.

“I was.”

“You weren’t.”

“I was.”

“You weren’t.”

The setter shrugged.

“He’s too silent,” Bokuto whispered in reverent fear.

The blond let out an imperceptible sigh, “Weren’t you speaking about something more important?”

Kuroo nudged him lightly, “Oh yeah, man up, uh? As if it was that easy.”

“Are we speaking about Kuroo’s hopeless crush?” Akaashi asked, reaching them with an almost invisible smirk on the lips.

“Keijiiiiiii!” Bokuto wrapped the arms around the boy’s leg, as the other patted his head.

Kuroo, on the other side, threw him a dirty look.

“What’s with you setters today?” Kuroo grumbled

“I didn’t want to hit a nerve, Kuroo-senpai,” Akaashi innocently replied.

“If I didn’t know you,” Kuroo scoffed, “I could almost believe you.”

“KEEEEEIJI! You’re smart! Can’t you help Kuro?” Bokuto interrupted their banter, fixing his puppy eyes on the boyfriend, “Pleeeeeease. I feel sorry for him!”

That earned him a smack from Kuroo.

Akaashi chuckled, “Ah, thank you, but I don’t think being smart could help this time. However, I believe I could ease things for him…”

Kuroo perked his head up, suddenly focused and sharp.

“Elaborate.”

“Taketora-san is training outside with Tanaka-san and Noya-san. Tsukishima-san and Yamaguchi-san went out to buy popsicles for their team,” Akaashi quickly described the situation, “If you’re ready to do it now, I can go and ask Kageyama if he wants to practice some tossing with me.”

That…that sounded perfect. It was exactly what Kuroo needed. The blueberry boy looked up to Akaashi, he would have never refused, but…

“And Shrimpy?” He narrowed the eyes.

“Kenma can practice with him. He won’t say no.”

Kuroo turned to gaze at his childhood friend with expectant, pleading eyes. The boy grimaced, quickly glanced at him and returned to the console.

“…I want three apple pies.”

Kuroo scrunched his nose.

“Two, or you’ll get diabetes.”

“Three.

“Two and a box of chocolate milk.”

Kenma seemed to ponder it, before nodding slightly. He knew Kuroo, the boy would have never let him eat all that pie ever again. Not after the incident of the last time…

Kuroo exhaled. A strange nervousness tickled his stomach, and he fidgeted, nervously. It could work. He could really have the chance to ask Yachi out.

Now that the time had come, he felt less confident than what he would have liked. He couldn’t believe he was that agitated as if she was his first crush ever.

“Fine,” Akaashi gave him an amused glance that made clear he knew what Kuroo was thinking, “Kenma-san and I will go. Yachi is outside, hanging the laundry.”

Kenma stood up and tailed Akaashi. He just nodded in Kuroo’s direction.

“Good luck with the final bosses.”

Kuroo and Bokuto watched as the two setters vanished outside the gym.

“It’s your chance,” Bokuto encouraged him, jumping on his feet and helping him up, “Go and steal her heart!”

Kuroo smiled jittery, a little unstable; he felt as if his legs were made of jelly. He took a big breath. He had to try. It was his only chance, and Yachi was worth the shot.

“Ice-cream and Disney movie, right?” He asked his best friend, slowly walking towards the door.

Bokuto’s expression softened, “Obviously, you know I’m always here!”

The raven nodded and finally found the strength to leave the gym too.

“I’ll wait here!” He heard Bo screaming as he ventured to search for his lovely angel.

As Akaashi predicted, Yachi was hanging the laundry near the dormitory.

The problem was that she had company.

Kiyoko, the manager beautiful enough to be almost scary, was helping her out.

Obviously.

“Shit,” Kuroo cursed, stopping in his track.

What now?

“Are you going somewhere, Kuroo-san?”

Kuroo’s blood curdled.

From bad to worse.

He turned slowly, just to find a creepily close Sugawara. Few inches away from Kuroo’s face, he was smiling again in that way that made him want to flee as fast as he could.

Setters were really scary creatures.

“Kuroo,” Daichi greeted him from behind the demon. From his expression, he was more exasperated than anything.

“Daichi, Suga,” Kuroo forced a polite smile. He wasn’t even surprised they had managed to sense his movements and came to rescue their daughter. That was the power of the Papa Crows.

“So, Kuroo? Why are you here?” Suga prodded his chest with a finger, eyes narrowed.

“Uhm,” Kuroo gulped.

“Suga,” Daichi sternly said, “What did we say?”

Suga frowned, refusing to back off. Clicking his tongue, Daichi wrapped an arm around his boyfriend’s waist and pulled him back.

“Daichi!”

“You promised to behave,” the captain scolded him, in that nice scolding voice he used only with Suga. He tried to be firm, but his face was soft and adoring as usual.

Had he been in a better situation, Kuroo would have laughed his ass off at them, but he wasn’t exactly in the position to piss them off.

“I don’t want to!” Sugawara pouted, now openly glaring at Kuroo.

“We’ve agreed on that…” Daichi reminded him.

“I hope you’re not talking about my death,” Kuroo joked jittery, “Because I don’t know if I could agree to that.”

Daichi chuckled, even if there was something in his eyes that told Kuroo he was serious.

“Not really, we just want to ask you a question,” he explained calmly.

Sugawara cursed under his breath and crossed the arms.

Kuroo felt his heart stopping but nodded.

“What?”

“What are your intentions toward Yachi?”

Shit.

“I-” he stuttered, helplessly. He could feel his face burning and his hands sweating. Was it that moment? The dreaded “meet my parents” moment? He’d thought he would have had the chance to go on a first date before that!

“I’m waiting,” Sugawara reminded him in a sugarcoated tone.

“I-I- Well, she’s- you know-” Kuroo would have liked to slam his head against a wall and faint. Instead, he decided to man up, at least to make his friends proud.

“I want to ask her on a date.”

Daichi didn’t miss a heartbeat, didn’t even blink.

“Why?” His expression was unreadable. Sugawara, on the other side, was clearly annoyed. He had gone full Mother Hen Mode.

Kuroo scraped the back of his neck, embarrassed.

“I…think I have a crush on her.”

“You think?” the setter hissed.

“I have!” Kuroo corrected himself promptly, “I have a crush on her and would like to know her better. If she’s fine with that, obviously.”

A beat of tense silence.

“Then, we should leave her the choice.”

The voice came from behind Kuroo, and he jumped for the surprise.

Kiyoko, impassible, was standing behind him with an intense gaze.

“She’s right. If he’s serious, we don’t have the right to interfere. Especially since he’s a friend,” Daichi added, offering Kuroo an encouraging smile.

“I am serious. I’ve been from the start.”

“Happy, Suga?” Daichi softly nudged the boy caged at his side.

The other shrugged, still sporting a cute pout.

“Whatever. She tells me everything, by the way,” he said, “So you better watch out. If you mess up, I’ll know.”

Kuroo nodded, trying to smile in a reassuring way.

“I won’t.”

Daichi seemed satisfied, “Then we are off, for now. Good luck, Kuroo.”

“Thanks,” The raven replied, infinitely relieved by the outcome of the whole conversation.

“I hope she rejects you,” Suga stuck out his tongue, childishly, and Daichi smacked him lightly on the head. Kuroo laughed: he could feel it from the tone that Suga wasn’t being honest.

“Let’s go, troublemaker,” Daichi chuckled, dragging the boy way.

“You were as worried as me!”

“But luckily less dramatic.”

Kuroo watched them go away, divided between amusement and longing. It must have been nice having a relationship like that. He wondered if one day, he and Yachi…

A slight tap on the shoulder interrupted his thoughts.

Kiyoko was still there, face blank as ever.

“Yes?” Kuroo felt nervous, knowing how strong the bond between the girl and Yachi was.

“Please, take care of her. She’s shy, timid and gets scared easily, but she’s the kindest, most selfless and cheerful girl I’ve ever met. She deserves to be treasured,” she told him earnestly.

Kuroo’s eyes widened, in surprise. Her words sounded so heartfelt…

“I know,” he replied quietly, “That’s why I’ve fallen for her.”

Kiyoko showed him a little smile and moved to leave him. However, she stopped after few steps and threw him a glance over the shoulders.

“Ah, Kuroo-san. If you ever hurt her, you’ll pay for it.”

Kuroo stilled.

“U-understood,” he muttered under her intense stare. If someone had revealed him Sugawara and Kiyoko were actually serial killers, he wouldn’t have been surprised. At all.

Content, the manager finally left, and the boy breathed a sigh of relief.

He was royally fucked.

The girl he liked was more guarded than a princess.

A wrong move could probably kill him.

That brief encounter had literally exhausted him.

Why Karasuno’s guys were that close? Couldn’t they be a normal team?

Fuck it!

“Kuroo-san?”

The boy spun so fast he nearly fell on the ground.

Yachi was looking at him, curiously. She had the basket with the clean sheets in her hands, the blonde hair styled with cute cat hairpins, and a delicate blush graced her cheeks.

Kuroo felt his heart swell at the sight.

“Is everything alright?” she asked, stuttering a little bit as always when she got flustered.

He found himself smiling without noticing.

“Yeah, I was searching for you,” he said with an airy chuckle, trying to swallow the anxiety that was trying to choke him.

“For me?” she repeated, surprised. Her eyes widened, and she tilted her head like a small animal.

“Yes, but first let me help you with that,” he offered, stretching out his hands.

“No, no!” she refused, shaking her head, “It’s light, I can do it!” she reassured him, before flexing an arm. “I don’t seem so, but I’m actually pretty strong!”

Kuroo chuckled amused, hiding the mouth behind a hand, “Don’t steal my line.”

Yachi giggled back.

“Then, let’s take one side each. How does it sound?” Kuroo suggested, “This way we’ll both protect our honor.”

Yachi grinned and nodded with rosy cheeks, “I-I think it’s a good idea!”

Kuroo immediately grabbed one of the handles, and the two of them started walking slowly, with only a laundry basket in between.

“S-so, K-Kuroo-san,” Yachi was the first one to speak, visibly flustered, “Why were you looking for me?”

Kuroo swallowed his agitation back.

The heart in his chest was ready to leap out. But he couldn’t say anymore if out of fear or excitement. Because he was finally there, with her, ready to ask the decisive question, ready to bare his heart. And he was so ready, oh, he could merely wait. He wanted to know. He wanted to know what she really thought of him in her pretty, creative mind. He wanted to know if he had the chance to hope

“I would like to ask you something.”

Her team might have been crazy, and Kuroo might have gotten himself killed in the future, but in the end, Yachi was worth it.

[bentenharuki]

Now that this match is finally over, what are your favourite moments and matches in haikyuu? Let's think about better times!

good morning there ^.^ (well, it’s morning here, though it’s a terrible rainy & cold Sunday in Milan, and if I hadn’t to study hard I’d lie in my bed for 4 more hours, giving that we went back from clubbing at 3 am…) and as usual THANX for making me dive into better memories about what used to be my fav manga… (it’s not that I have a substitute for it… let’s say I am eagerly awaiting the SAKUSA arc which will repay me from all this pain…).

Well… you asked a HUGE question.

In the sense I have loved pretty much all matches up until this atrocious one we have FINALLY left behind (in the most ashaming and bad way, and I fear the next chapters when we will have to stand atrocious Boku No Hero Karasuno & Kenma Kitten’s promise to rematch in the future…with all the crap connected I mean; but at least it won’t last much, and we will roll soon to witness the inevitable - for the plot - Fukurodani’s defeat - which will UNDOUBTEDLY happen - I guess against Hoshiumi’s team, so that the awful midget can have revenge for his mentor, later… *sighs painfully at the perspective*), so to make a list is hard.

I’ll try to explain myself, so consider what makes the match BEST to me is the service the game described does to volley. Then here is my personal preference about dynamics, surprises, and general development of (believable) players (in the sense I never care about anything regarding the poisoning orange shortie, because for me HE DOESN’T EXIST as a player).

Out of all that, there is also appreciation for the artistic drawing.

Think that those who are my fav players still my fav players ALSO because of what we see when they play, and that gives a further point to my list.

Standing at THIRD place is the match against Shiratorizawa. It would have ranked FIRST if only Shiratorizawa would have won (because volley-wise, they were just way stronger than Karasuno, though I understand why Karasuno had to win, to give a next arc to the whole manga). The whole game was brilliant, I ADORE ALL Shiratorizawa guys and three of them (Ushi, Tendou, and Goshiki) rank among my very faves of the series and here was so much about volley there, plus I got to see Tsukki’s blossoming AND in there there are some of my favorites Kags+Tsukki’s interactions, so it was something I dearly loved all time long (they are the tankobons I have reread the most actually, and a couple of them I had to rebuy for I had trashed the pages by turning them too often). Despite the flows, the pace of the match was also amazing (I talk about the manga, because you see in the anime they switched the way the set ended, and that was something I HATED fully. The manga always has the upper hand for me). I don’t have a particular fave moment… I properly LONG for the whole of this arc. In Italy the third series is broadcasting now on Man-Ga Sky channel and every Monday & Thursday I watch it three times (then I am recording it all, so I can have it stored like the other seasons). It never gets old. Never ever, and in fact it gets even better with time.

At SECOND PLACE there is the first match against Aoba Johsai. The highest point of Furudate as a volleyball related mangaka. The peak where REAL VOLLEY prevailed. The only time I have actually been surprised by any Furudate has done, it was here. And boy, how I have loved it. You know already how all Seijou’s guys are absolutely loved by me. Then, easy peasy, there’s the amazing presentation of the twisted, yet ultra deep, ultra fruitful, ultra strong and mattering relationship between my adored Lord Kags and his only real senpai Oikawa, which is the most beautiful and deep connection in the whole of the manga, and the one which has the biggest sport-related value. But that’s only the core of a match where ALL the characters are perfectly depicted both in their human approach and also their volley related one. When that game happened, I had REALLY hopes that Furudate could have reached Takehiko Inoue’s (Slam Dunk’s mangaka) brilliance and truthfulness regarding what was supposed to be the subject of Haikyuu (namely volley). Up until the second Aoba match (where it was still believable that Karasuno could have prevailed), he was still on point. After that… eh. You know how I feel…

At FIRST PLACE stands Inarizaki’s match. I absolutely LOVED all the volley parts there. You’ll ask why if I found believable a little that Karasuno won against Shiratorizawa, I can put this game up first. It’s a right doubt you may have, but my answer is that if we take as factual the development Karasuno has patched up which made its players surpass Shiratorizawa, then they have a decent expectation to be valid opponents for Inarizaki. (but then, if they win BOTH against super teams as shiratori and inari… why the hell Furudate has made us suffer the sham of the nekoma game, the way he did? EXACTLY. And the fault stays at the Nekoma sham game, not at Inarizaki one). Inarizaki so far has been THE BEST TEAM Karasuno has ever faced. They are a perfectly organized team, with the most skilled (in general) players and with no virtual holes as a team and as a team force. EVERY player is a standout, and their team work is awesome. Plus they have the funniest dynamics in their players interactive windows we’ve got to see. Think that I have a fascination for twins since I have been a little kid, so you can imagine my adoration for both Miya’s guys. Practically during the Inarizaki’s match the only thing which has displeased me was the final part where Atsumu instead than talking with my Lord had to put up that dreadful pledge to the Orange Curse just to please the simpletons who still think somebody as useless and inapt as Hinata could ever play a real volley game among that kind of skilled and expert players. But that minor flaw was surpassed by the usual and awesome amount of indifference, sourness and cruelty Lord Kags has poured over the awful dwarf all game long (and past it) so I could easily overlook it. I also loved the difficulties Tsukki has faced there, and the fact this game was BY FAR the most setter oriented one. The whole game is a proper ode to setters and what they do and what they are… from both teams stands you can see it. The part which I loved most was the reflections Asahi does regarding the immense pressure a player has when their setter is virtually PERFECT, as Kageyama is. You cannot be a coward or a slugger if your setter is perfect, because when something bad happens, it’s always gonna be YOUR fault and not the setter’s one, being the setter practically always RIGHT. I loved that. Of course the majority of Haikyuu readers are far too unaware of volley (or they just don’t have the brain to understand) to catch the subtlety of that part, and its righteousness in terms of sporty dynamics, but I personally have been delighted when the panels sowed it into my heart. There, occasionally, Furudate was still trying to give volley a service. Too bad he’s pushed the farce which is Boku No Hero Karasuno so beyond what it shall have been permitted that he can’t avoid (to maintain his brainless fanbase) to mix into volley elements which are more belonging to a super hero manga than a sporty one. That fault, that sin Furudate keeps serving weekly, and which has reached a peak with Nekoma game, just can’t be forgiven by me.

And until I have to stand it, I will express my distaste still.

Now, let’s see when I can catch Sakusa and Oikawa interact with my Lord, one on court, the other HOPEFULLY up in the stands watching his adored kouhai.

It’s the only thing I wanna see.

But before i will have to stand my poor Bokuto beaten by another midget (please…) just to give the most annoying one a chance to be an avenger of him.

I DREAD all which separates me from the due Sakusa vs Lord Kags face off.

But for the will and wish I have to see in the same panels the Lord with Mighty Sakusa, I will stand all the pain, because when they’ll meet, my volley perfect pair will be conjuncted (although at first only as adversaries).

Wish you a great Sunday… I didn’t reread this so it’s probably full of typos… forgive me ;)

Hugs, K.

[lesbianlametron]

Kagehina Day 4

((A VERY late day 4...I didn’t want to half-ass this one so I took extra time on it. I’ll try to have both day 5 & 6 later on today as it’s now Friday here. RIP my always behind self))

Title: As Long As You’ll Let Me

Prompt: Favorite AU/Kisses

Rating: T

Summary: It’s the last day of summer holidays and the couple is stuck inside while Kageyama finishes his summer homework. It doesn’t take long for Hinata to get antsy and started begging for attention. A bit annoyed with his boyfriend, Kageyama sends him out on an errand, promising kisses when returns. (This one get a bit angsty...so you’re warned)

             It was the last day of their summer break and there was a tense silence in the room. Okay, maybe not for Kageyama, but Hinata was tense. They were going back school after today and they were going to be busy. They should be spending it outside or on a date or something. The last day and Kageyama was sitting beside him on his bed, doing school work. No part of him was even touching Hinata. Just like a rock breaking the surface of a lake, Hinata promptly, and loudly, broke the silence. “Tobiooooo.” Hinata whined, stretching himself across his lap, scattering all of Kageyama’s papers.

             “Shoyo! I’m in the middle of something, dumbass!” Kageyama tried to push him off, but was completely unsuccessful. Hinata wrapped his arms around Kageyama’s hips, hanging on for dear life.

             “Tobio, pay attention to me. Come on, this our last day of freedom. The least you can do is spend right now with me.”

             “I told you to wait. If I don’t do my summer homework now, I’ll be screwed. I’m almost done.”

             “You said that twenty minutes ago, can’t you just finish it later?” Hinata pouted up at him, trying to make his lips as appealing as possible.

             “And I told you not come over until 4. You got here at 3, you loser.” Kageyama grumbled, but his resolve was slipping a little. Hinata was too cute sometimes, and Kageyama couldn’t resist him for much longer, and Hinata fucking knew it.

             “I got excited.”

             “So, unlike you.” Kageyama deadpanned. “Why don’t you go to the convenience store and get us ice cream or drinks?” He pulled his wallet out of pocket, with great difficultly since Hinata had not loosened his grip one bit. Out of spite, he dropped it on Hinata’s face. “I’ll be done by the time you get back, dumbass. If you keep distracting me, this will only take longer.”

             “Ow. You’re so mean.” Hinata was forced to let go to grab the wallet and he reluctantly sat up. “Kiss me before I go.”

             “You’re such a pain.” Kageyama leaned in but stopped short, “no. I’ll reward you after your errand, not before.”

             “Maybe I won’t go then.” Hinata crossed his arms and pouted like a child who hadn’t got their way. He tried to close the space between them, but Kageyama clapped his hand over Hinata’s lips, splaying his fingers over his face.

             “No kisses then.” Kageyama glared at him, not backing down one bit, although he did let go of his face. Smirking, he bent over to pick up his scattered papers.

             “Then I’ll just kiss your cheek instead.” Hinata leaned in, but his lips own met a waxy, paper material. He opened his eyes and saw he was kissing Kageyama’s blue history folder. It had gone up as a barrier in between them. Hinata didn’t have to see Kageyama’s face to know he was stifling his laughter with a giant smirk on his face.

             “I said no. Go little errand boy.”

             “I hate you.”

             “It’s even my treat, you baby.”

             “That’s not the point! I want my hello and goodbye kisses from you!”

             “You’re coming right back. Don’t be so dramatic. It’s exhausting.” Kageyama rolled his eyes, “besides you’re forgetting that I’m giving you kisses when you get back.”

             “Ugh…fine!” Hinata groaned loudly and got off the bed as slowly as possible, glaring at Kageyama the entire time.

             “Why aren’t you doing your homework last minute anyway? Don’t tell me you’re being a dumbass and not doing it.”

             “I did it last week with Yama and Tsukki. We invited you, remember?” Hinata flatten his hair against head, and put on his best uninterested Kageyama face. “‘I’ll do it later, we’ve got plenty of time.’ Remember you said that?”

             “I keep forgetting that Saltyshima lets you study with them now that you and Freckles are friends.”

             “You could call them by their real names, you know.”

             “Nah. Now go get the snacks.” Kageyama waved him off, reminding him that he did not forgot them.

             “Fine. You better give me a bunch of kisses when I come back.”

             Kageyama purposefully ignored him and was pretending to focus on his work. Hinata rolled his eyes and blew, very sarcastic, kisses at the top of Kageyama’s head. “Love you too, rude-y-yama”

             It only took Kageyama another 30 minutes to finish his homework. The convenience store was close by and Hinata had his bike so he should be back soon. Kageyama sent him a quick text to tell him to hurry up and then started playing a random game on his phone.

             He looked at his clock a bit later, 45 minutes since Hinata had left. Maybe there was just a long line or something.

             An hour had passed and Kageyama started to worry. He hurriedly dialed Hinata’s number, but the phone only rang once before it went to voice mail. Now he was really worried. Hinata wouldn’t have turned his phone off and he never ignored Kageyama phone calls. Even when they were in fight or annoyed at each other, Hinata always picked up the phone. In those instances, Hinata would tell him he was not talking to Kageyama and then hang up. On rare occasions, he absolutely couldn’t answer a call, he would at least send a text. This was bad. Kageyama felt in the pit of stomach and dread was growing inside him like a weed. Prickly and completely unwanted. He was about to get up to go search for Hinata when he ran into his mother in the doorway.

             Her face was pale and Kageyama’s stomach dropped. “Tobio, honey, I just got off the phone with Shoyo’s mother. He was on his way back here from the store. Someone ran a red light and hit him while he was crossing the street on his bike.”

             Kageyama dropped his phone and felt ice cold and burning hot at the same time. He’d been so mean to Hinata…what if that was the last time…? NO. I can’t think about that right now. “I-is he going to be all right?”

             “They don’t know yet. I’ll drive you to hospital, let’s go.” Kageyama nodded numbly and followed after her like a zombie. They were silent on the way the hospital, but Kageyama’s head was anything but quiet. This was all his fault. He was a bit frustrated with the way Hinata had been pestering him. He forced him to go to the store. He refused to kiss him.

Kageyama’s mother kept giving him worried glances, but didn’t say anything. She could tell Kageyama was still processing everything. She also knew that Hinata was Kageyama’s first friend that cared about him outside of his volleyball skills. Hinata meant the world to him and she was so happy for her son when the two of had started dating. Hinata seemed to bring out the best in her son. Her heart was breaking for him, but from the look on his face, he didn’t even register that she was next to him.

Kageyama’s fists were clenched so tensely and tightly in his lap that he was sure his nails were leaving half-moon indents in his palms. Every breath he took was shallow and shuddering. His world was collapsing in on him and there was nothing he could do about it. He had very few friends because of his attitude, but that never mattered to him. Hinata had been different. He was never just his friend. Hinata took all of his anger, frustration, insults and awkward praises and gave them right back to him. Never did Hinata accept other people’s opinions of him. He made his own. He accepted all of Kageyama’s personality and loved him. Kageyama wasn’t sure he was ever going to find that again if something happened to Hinata.

NO. Stop that! I can’t think like that. Hinata would stay positive. He’s so damn good at that.

Kageyama barely registered it when the pulled up to the hospital. He relied on his muscle memory and followed his mother in like he was on autopilot. He had completely shut down. His mother went over to talk with Mrs. Hinata, but he didn’t try to listen in. Yes, he did want to know Hinata’s state, but he was too numb. He got Hinata into this, he didn’t deserve to know.

“Tobio?” Hinata’s mom sat down in the chair next to him. “I’m so glad you’re here. He’ll need you when he wakes up. I know you’re blaming yourself right now, but it’s not your fault. He won’t see it that way either. I promise.”

Hinata’s mother was just like him, a bright ray of sunshine and positivity. Kageyama hadn’t even thought about what Hinata would say to him. What if he did blame Kageyama for the accident? What if he cast Kageyama out of his life? Kageyama loved being a setter so much more when he was setting for Hinata. He couldn’t bare it if they were at odds. He didn’t want to break up, far from it. Deep down, he was desperate and needy for Hinata. Until the day Hinata decided to part ways, Kageyama would cling to his side. Everyone would say the opposite, that Hinata was the clingy one. That without Kageyama, Hinata wouldn’t that great of a volleyball player, but it was really the other way around. Kageyama didn’t discount his talent as a setter, but he wouldn’t have come this far without Hinata.

“The doctors just spoke with us before you got here. Shoyo is going to be fine. He’s just in surgery right now. It’s minor, just to fix a fracture in his leg. Everything else is pretty minor as well, just cuts in scrapes, but he does have a pretty severe concussion. Our Shoyo got lucky.” She tried to be encouraging and gave a little smile. She, like his mother, was very supportive of their relationship. She had treated Kageyama like family since day one. She knew Hinata’s feelings probably before Hinata even did. Mrs. Hinata swallowed thickly before continuing. This was the start of the bad news.  

“He’ll probably miss the first week of school…and be out of volleyball for a while.” It was then that Mrs. Hinata’s voice grew weaker and her tone was dripping with despair.

He was alive, but they both knew volleyball was Hinata’s world. No one loved volleyball as much as Hinata. Except for maybe Kageyama, but he only played to such extremes when practicing with Hinata. Everything was always better when they were together. No understood him the way Hinata did and he wouldn’t want them to. Karasuno were just coming off championship, all eyes were going to be on them this year. They couldn’t afford to lose their best decoy. Tanaka would kill him when he found out. He was still adjusting the captain position as it is.

Kageyama got up and stalked off down a random hallway. He needed to be alone for a bit. Everything was messed up. Kageyama walked until he hit a dead end, staring down a shitty coffee machine and sparse vending machine. A frustrated, heartbroken scream ripped its way out of Kageyama’s throat. He slammed his fist in the wall, not hard enough to do damage to it, but to at least feel it. Clenching his teeth together, he tried to stop the tears that threatened to spill over, but the pain demanded to be felt. Kageyama slid down against the wall and curled in on himself, trying to take up as little space as possible. Once the tears and sobs started, they were impossible to stop. It was like opening flood gates or a raging storm, it would pour until it was over.

Shoyo…FUCK! What do I even say to you? I will never let you fucking leave again without a kiss. How could I be so stupid? I can’t be a good senpai to the new first years without you. I’ll blow up at everyone. You’ll probably miss out on half the season because of me. What if your leg doesn’t heal right and you can’t jump in the same way? …what if you don’t want anything to do with me after this? I’m so selfish, that would be the worst thing in all of that. I know…I know without you I’m just a setter with a shitty attitude. I thought maybe we’d go to university together or something.

The longer Kageyama stewed in his state of despair, the more irrational his thoughts became. He feared more than anything about regressing to the person he used to be in middle school. The one who’s whole team abandoned. He owed everything to Karasuno. To Hinata.

             “Tobio. Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking all over for you.”

             Kageyama looked up at the sound of his mother’s voice. The tears had long since dried on his face, but his eyes were still puffy and red. “I needed to be alone.” Kageyama’s voice came out raspy and barely more than a whisper.

             “I know. He’s okay, honey. He’s asking for you.”

             Kageyama nodded and slowly stood up, following after his mother. His stride was slow and jumpy, as if he was ready to run the minute Hinata rejected him. He froze in the door way the moment his eyes landed on Hinata. His leg was wrapped in a white cast that extended from his mid-thigh to cover his whole foot. Only his toes were visible. His arms were covered in bruises and random stark white bandages, stained slightly with bright red blood. Hinata looked a bit better than he anticipated, but not by much. Kageyama barely registered his mother giving his arm a reassuring squeeze before leaving them alone.

             Hinata smiled at him the minute their eyes connected. It made Kageyama’s heart ache in his chest. He didn’t deserve to be looked at like that. “Tobio~ why are you standing all the way over there? Don’t I deserve my reward kisses? I didn’t finish the errand, but—”

             “Don’t fuck with me. Aren’t you mad at me? This is my fault!” Kageyama didn’t want to yell at Hinata. It was the last thing his beautiful, sunny boyfriend deserved, but he couldn’t help it. There was just no way Hinata wouldn’t hate him.

             Hinata tilted his head in the way he always did when he was confused. The way that Kageyama found so endearing. “What? It’s not like you ran me over with a car. I came over before I was supposed to. I was bothering you. Maybe you could have been nicer,” he paused to stick his tongue out at Kageyama, “but I’m not mad.”

             “But you wouldn’t have gone to the store if I hadn’t made you!” Kageyama ran his fingers through his hair, completely exasperated at Hinata’s responses. “You broke your leg, dumbass. Your LEG! The main part of your volleyball game. You’ll be out of volleyball for weeks!”

             Hinata deflated and nodded sullenly. “Ugh. Don’t remind me! But, I’ll be able to make a full recovery with physical therapy.” Hinata pouted at him, “I’m injured, Tobi, please come here.” He patted the bed, beckoning him over with his eyes.

             Kageyama sighed and finally gave in and crept over to the bed. He sat perched on the edge, still not fully relaxed or convinced that he should be forgiven so easily. “Sho. I’m so sorry.” Kageyama mumbled, still too afraid to face his boyfriend.

             “Tobi, it’s not your fault. It’s not my fault. It’s the asshole, who ran a red light’s fault.” Hinata reached over and took Kageyama’s hand. He laced their fingers together and pressed Kageyama’s up to his lips kissing them gently. “I was so scared and do you know what I thought before I passed out?” He waited and Kageyama slowly shook his head. “How melted your ice cream would be when I got it back to you.”

             “You did not.”

             “I did. You were working so hard on your summer homework despite me distracting you. I just wanted your attention. I always want your attention, Tobio.” Hinata yanked a bit on Kageyama’s arm, trying to get him to turn around. “Now will you look at me? You had to have finished your homework by now.”

             Kageyama let out a breath through his nose that was halfway between a sigh of relief and a laugh. Finally, he turned around and looked Hinata in the eye. “I love you, dumbass. I don’t know why you’re not mad at me, but I’ll take it.”

             “I love you. That’s why.”

             “You do.” Kageyama leaned in and gave Hinata a slow, gentle kiss.

             “More. I deserve so much more than that.”

             “So needy.” Kageyama teased but leaned in again for a deeper, slightly desperate kiss. Hinata placed a hand on Kageyama’s face and stroked his cheek as they kissed. It was perfect and Kageyama didn’t like it at all. He loved it. I’ll never be able to give you enough kisses for what you deserve, but I can try. I’ll kiss your dumb, soft lips as long as you’ll let me.

             Hinata pulled away first and stared at Kageyama, still cupping his face. “You better come over every day after school the days that I’m absent.”

             “Fine.”

             “Will you be the first to sign my cast?” Hinata nodded to the brand-new pack of permanent markers on the bedside table. “Mom bought them.”

             Kageyama smiled and pulled the blue marker out of the pack. It was Hinata’s favorite color and he knew Hinata would appreciate it. It was sappy and stupid, but Kageyama knew Hinata’s favorite color was blue because of his eyes. It was stupid and cheesy, but then again Kageyama’s favorite color was orange because of Hinata’s hair. He didn’t even hesitate before he wrote it. As long as I’m here you’re invincible…dumbass. It made Hinata laugh a little and Kageyama couldn’t help but smile as he signed his name underneath.

             “My mom will be upset that you wrote a swear on my cast.”

             “I had to. It’s kind of our thing now.”

             Hinata rolled his eyes, but smiled anyway. “It is.”

((Yes, Hinata makes a fully recovery to volleyball in time for their second year Spring playoffs :P))

[professor-riddikulus]

Craigslist - Ch 2

Summary: James and Sirius are looking for a roommate for their Los Angeles house - Remus has just moved from Dublin needs a place to rent while he goes to graduate school. One Craigslist ad later, the three of them find themselves living together and shit is bound to get complicated. Featuring trans Remus and the wonder of Wolfstar.

Author’s Note: I know it has been a long time friends, but I’m back! Hooray summer! I hope to be updating this more regularly now that all those pesky seminar papers are completed. I am sorry for what I assume is going to be the ridiculousness of this chapter. As you probably know, Sirius cannot be contained. Anyway, enjoy! 

You can also read this story on FF.net or Ao3 if your heart desires

It took an hour for Sirius to take a shower and get ready, during which time Padfoot and I watched several episodes of some cracked-out show called The Amazing World of Gumball and I did the cereal dishes that Sirius had left behind. He came jauntily down the stairs, hair tied back and still damp, a loose black muscle tank on that showed too much of his strong tattooed arms, too much of his lean muscled torso. I tried not to stare. I probably failed miserably because he looked pleased with himself.

“I assume,” he said flipping his keys from one hand to another, “that we're not taking the bike?”

“Your motorbike? Nah I don't particularly feel like dying this afternoon.”

He made a noise somewhere between a snicker and an indignant huff.

“Fine the car then. But I warn you, it's a few years old.”

I, of course, assumed that he meant a few years old like Lily meant a few years old when she talked about her 10 year old crappy Prius. What he actually meant was a black Mercedes S-Class that probably cost more than four years of my graduate stipend and that was exactly 3 years old. It was so beautiful that I was actually nervous to sit in the seat. Opulence in most forms makes me uncomfortable -- my parents always made a tidy living but I was always the kid putting away coins for a rainy day. The responsible one. Some people are built to be pampered, can adjust to being treated like kings, to throwing caution to the wind. I never felt comfortable indulging -- instead I was the kid who didn’t want anyone to look at him when they sang a the happy birthday song. It isn’t shyness not really, it’s well, wanting to fly under the radar I suppose. Showing off what you have draws attention.

I just looked at Sirius and I knew this wasn’t him. He stood taller than me but his posture was proud. He wasn’t afraid to take up space, wasn’t afraid to be noticed. He had no idea that taking up that space, taking up oxygen, meant taking it from someone else. I was stiff and trying not to move my dirty shoes too much on the carpet, Sirius on the other hand was completely at ease, his ripped skinny jeans clashing with the dark brown leather of the seats. He was leaned back, reclined like his body itself was used to luxury. Watching him driving the 5 with his sunglasses on, singing along to some mindless pop tune, I had the distinct feeling that Los Angeles was not going to be anything like I expected. Sure they said it was a town for movie stars, but it’s difficult to understand how value works here. Some people have so much they don’t even notice how much they have. Sirius certainly didn’t. This guy, this house, it wasn't like being in another country. I have been to France once, and nobody there even spoke the language that I spoke, yet I still felt like less of an alien. How rich was this guy?

I looked down at my Target t-shirt, one that Lily and I had picked out only a few days before. It was my favorite, but next to the glamour of the car, the palm trees, and the guy sitting next to me I felt distinctly shabby. It wasn’t like I was usually fashion-forward. I do my best to stay at least a bit put together but I’m not a trend-setter. I’m sure his pants cost the same as my whole outfit. Probably more, actually. I tried to shake myself, there was no reason to be ashamed, and in any case he was the one being stupid by buying such an expensive car. I sighed, if I had that kind of money, even a quarter of that kind of money, there are so many other things I’d be doing with it. I’d be giving back to the community, I’d be working for a nonprofit, I’d be paying off my student loans. I’d be doing something, anything, other than buying a car that might be the price of a house anywhere else. The very thought of it made my nerves feel frayed. I was going to be living around this kind of wealth, benefitting from it even.

I looked over at Sirius, whose grin slipped a bit at what must have been a concerned or frustrated look on my face but which he quickly replaced the grin. Perhaps he didn’t want me to see his concern?

“You don’t like Drake? We can change the radio to something else?”

“Don’t worry mate, I’m good. Your car is really something.”

“Yeah it’s pretty okay. I bought it as a graduation present to myself.”

“Oh? Where did you do your undergraduate degree?”

“James and I went to USC together, that’s where you’re going, right?”

“Yeah,” I grinned to myself, I hadn’t even considered that Sirius had gone to college at all somehow, but if he did, USC didn’t surprise me. Lily told me that it had a bit of a reputation for being a school for rich American kids, especially west coast kids -- those Orange County, Beverly Hills, Malibu, rich kids -- someone like Sirius I guess, “I guess you’ll have to show me around at some point.”

“You’ll figure it out quick, s’not a big campus.”

I paused, weighing my options a bit. I chewed the inside of my lip. You’re being a coward Remus Lupin. He’s not going to think anything. “So,” I let the word hang in the air a bit, “do they have, erm, a big queer community there? Like among the undergraduates at least?”

Sirius smirked at me, “Are we gonna have that talk?”

I panicked, “What? What talk?!”

“I mean the, ‘oh-here’s-how-I-came-out’ talk. The ‘I’m-gay-you’re-gay’ talk. The ‘do-you-have-a-boyfriend’ talk.”

“I see no reason why we have to. All that is pretty obvious isn’t it?” I picked at the stray thread sticking out from the knee of my jeans but I could feel him looking back and forth from the road to me, trying to catch my eyes. I was embarrassed for a reason I couldn’t quite explain, sweating a bit, and not because of the heat. He looked at me like he was trying to read me, like he was regarding a particularly interesting painting and he wanted to examine the individual brush strokes. I felt on display under such scrutiny, exposed even, but I forced my eyes back up to his. He wasn’t going to see me squirm. I wasn’t going to let him affect me. He was just some spoiled kid from southern California. I was going to hold my own.

Sirius smiled, “Maybe not that last one. You haven’t picked up some all-American boy, swooned by the lilting accent of Mother Ireland?”

“Excuse me?” I laughed so hard at this abrupt shift that I needed a minute to compose myself, “What even are you?”

“I told you, wolfboy, I’m a star.”

“You’re something, that’s for sure.”

“Something amazing. It’s okay, I understand, words fail you.”

I shook my head at this, how I was supposed to continue the conversation after that, I had no idea. I had the distinct feeling that what was happening was something of a face off. He was taking the measure of me, wanted to see if I was going to keep up with him. It was the same feeling that I had when he fired his ‘interview’ questions at me. It was like dealing with a toddler that wanted to see how far he could push the rules. Luckily, I’m stubborn, and I’ve always loved a challenge. When I didn’t say anything, Sirius didn’t seem to have a hard time filling the void. He probably would have talked to the empty seat if I hadn’t been there.

“Yeah, it’s badass that you’re a big queer though. I was getting annoyed being the only rainbow unicorn in the house. Now we finally outnumber James and his dirty fucking heterosexuality.”

I laughed a little, “Yeah. In case he tries to convert us, strength in numbers and all that.”

“Oh don’t worry, he’s way beyond that. Literally all our friends are queer, he always complains there’s never anyone for him to date because all our female friends are lezzies. Dude that reminds me, we should definitely have a pool party to welcome you to the family.”

Literally anything but a pool party. Pool parties meant swimming which meant swimwear and I didn’t think we were going to be at that point for quite a while, if at all, really.

“I dunno, maybe in a little bit when I get settled and get the furniture built and everything.”

Sirius shrugged and ran a hand along the top of his head, pushing back the strands of dark hair that had fallen around his face, I think it was the first time that I hadn’t seen him smiling and I wondered if I had wounded him, “Yeah, ‘course. Whatever you want.”

We pulled up to the Ikea in Burbank and parked, and Sirius looked at me, wide-eyed and stunned. “Don’t fuck with me Remus, this…” he gestured to the giant blue and yellow building in front of us that was the biggest one I’d ever seen, “this is a fucking furniture store?! It looks like several goddamn airplane hangers put together.”

“Just you wait,” I told him unbuckling my seatbelt, “I have a feeling you’re going to lose it.”

I was not wrong.

“This is fucking NUTS!” Sirius leaned dangerously far over the escalator as we took it up to the second floor to start making our way through the maze of mock rooms that made up the Ikea showroom. I pulled on the back of his shirt, trying not to be distracted by the amount of tan skin this action revealed.

“You’re going to kill yourself. God Sirius don’t lean that far over.”

“Okay Dad sorry.” Sirius snickered but he stopped leaning over the escalator.

When we got to the top Sirius’ eyes lit up as he surveyed the floor full of mock-rooms and tiny apartments. “YOU COULD LIVE HERE!” He nearly ran to the first room, threw himself on the couch and put his feet up on the coffee table. I rolled my eyes and picked up a pencil and pad to record the numbers of the furniture. When I walked over to Sirius he was wiggling his feet and looking incredibly pleased.

“It’s like a goddamn Swedish Disneyland dude.”

I laughed, “And like Disneyland, we’ve got a long way to go, you can’t spend ten minutes sitting on every couch along the way.”

“This one is comfy though, you should get it.”

I turned over the ticket and laughed, “No way, it’s almost two thousand dollars.”

Sirius’ eyes got, if possible, even wider, “That’s it?! Dude that’s hella cheap.”

“Not at Ikea Sirius, you’ve got a lot to learn.”

“It gets cheaper?”

“Jesus you’re spoiled aren’t you?”

“Yeah well, I’m amazing so…”

“You’ve got to be kidding with me.”

Sirius looked me dead in the eyes from his slouched perch on the couch, “Absolutely not, I’m completely Sirius.”

“Okay, that’s enough,” I said exasperatedly, throwing up my hands a bit dramatically and trying to hide a smile, “I’m leaving your punny ass here.” I didn’t want to laugh but something about his mix of monetary ignorance and over-the-top childish antics meant that I couldn’t help it. You are not supposed to find him funny. He is a complete wank. He wants you to laugh, wants the attention. Don’t you fall for it. I wasn’t going to be just another sad sack who gave Sirius Black attention, even if I wanted to be. I started walking away towards the next room, which had a smaller sofa with shelves built into the side and back that was a bit more my style.

Sirius jogged to catch up with me and threw an arm around my shoulders, he was a few inches taller than me with a much longer torso and so his arm fit comfortably there. He smelled good, like rain and wood and cigarette smoke. “No one ever leaves my ass Lupin.”

“This is going to be a long day if you don’t focus and help me pick out furniture.”

“Okay,” he said with mock composure, “I promise to be on my best behavior.”

His best behavior it turned out, involved pretending that each room was part of his house, picking up everything that wasn’t tied down, arguing with me about the color of the upholstery, trying to wear curtains like a toga, spinning around on the desk chairs, forcing me to lay next to him on every mattress, climbing through (and getting stuck in) the children's tunnel, and generally making a fool of himself. I tried to contain the damage, shooting apologizing looks at passerby and generally steering him away from irate employees but it was difficult to try to pretend to be stern with him when I was snorting with laughter. When I pointed out that people were staring, he just responded shrugging and laughing “of course they’re staring, we’re gorgeous”. He was an idiot for sure, but you had to admire him for his general lack of fucks.   

“I can’t afford that one, Black!” Sirius was sitting on the edge of one of the nicer beds in the showroom. This one was a mid tone warm wood with a dark blue upholstered headboard that looked like a lovely place to lean back on while reading a book. I really did like it, and so arguing with Sirius about why I wasn’t going to buy it was proving to be difficult.

“Remus it is only $499. And it’s the bed! It is the literal centerpiece of your life, sleeping, watching TV, fuck--”

“OKAY OKAY shut up oh my god those people are giving us the boss eyes.” I cut him off as a posh looking couple with a little girl hastily pulled her away from the madman and his terrible language, “Look Sirius I have to buy a whole bedroom and living room/office I can’t get the exact one I want of everything.”

“I’m just saying that other bed you wrote down looks like it would break if you were using it properly.” He had a point here, but the metal one was $350 less and that was a large amount of money for some fake wood.

I laughed and felt my cheeks getting hot, “I don’t think we have to worry about me using it for anything other than sleeping.”

“Please. You’re going to get so much fucking play in Los Angeles dude. You’re fucking cute.”

“Okay but we were talking about the bed.”

“Ahhhh,” Sirius looked satisfied with himself, one hand on his hip, “You can’t take a compliment can you?”

I was absolutely bright red at this point. I felt like his eyes were appraising me. I knew that look, I’d seen it before. “Sirius focus, the bed.”

“Well I still say you gotta splurge on the bed,” he said and he started cracking up, “Oh my GOD that sounded SO WRONG!” Then he laugh-snorted so loudly that across the aisle a woman started giggling. I laughed so hard I was crying and had to sit down next to him on the bed. It was several minutes before the two of us even calmed down enough to speak to one another and I was wiping the tears from my eyes with the back of my arm.

“Okay Lupin, I’m buying the bed.”

“What? You are not.”

“We’re roomies now right? Family. And I fuckin’ like you.”

“I mean I like you too so far--”

“So far? Fuck the hell off.” He looked actually offended so I tried once again to redirect his attention to the task at hand.

“I just mean it’s $500 Sirius. I can’t accept that, we barely know each other.”

“Just let me buy you a house warming gift. Stop making such a big fucking deal over it. It’s just money.”

“I can’t Sirius. It’s just too much money.”

“Okay well I’m buying this bed because the headboard is dope and I know you like it a ton more than the other one, AND because I’ve jumped on it and know it’s sturdy enough,” And the cheeky bastard winked at me again, “So if you buy that other shitty $150 one you’ll have two beds and I know that back house is spacious but I don’t think two queen beds would fit in it.”

What was I going to say? I could already tell by the way that he drew himself up when he said it, the way his tone shifted to all-business, (and I turned out to be right) that Sirius wasn’t the kind of person who takes no for an answer. He gave orders like someone that was used to having those orders obeyed. Someone who had heard ‘yes’ a few too many times. When he gets his mind stuck on something there’s no moving him. So I sighed and smiled at him.

“Okay. Thank you. I don’t know what to say.”

He stood, took the pencil from my hand and wrote down the number of the new bed on the pad that already had a long list of the other furniture I was buying. “Thank you will do, Lupin. Now let’s go get the last few things, you told me there’s ice cream at the end of this and I am all about that.”

He complained all the way through picking out rugs and curtains and throw pillows (I really like throw pillows okay?) but when we got to actually picking up all the boxes from the warehouse the biggest problem I had was trying not to just stand there and watch him load cart after cart with heavy boxes. Give me a break, yeah? He was showing a lot of skin and I’m on a lot of testosterone. Together we wheeled the loaded carts to the delivery counter (and went back for two more). A little more than $3,500 later, I had a bed, couch, bedside table, desk, two chairs, two rugs, coffee table, lights, shelves, TV stand, dresser, sheets and towels, comforter, curtains, throw pillows, a large cactus Sirius was calling “the scary phallus”, and even a warm blanket that reminded me of one of my favorite old jumpers. I had only spend so much money at once one other time in my life, when I bought a shitty old car my first year of uni from a kid that I had a crush on at the time. The car worked out, the crush...not so much.

I treated Sirius to an ice cream, which I figured was less than he deserved after spending five hours with me in Ikea and buying me a bed. But it was the most that he’d accept. I didn’t know what else to do. But he seemed happy enough, he did flush a bit red when I wouldn’t stop thanking him, so I guess he appreciated it even if he told me to “shut the actual fuck up”. Somehow he was still full of energy even after lifting hundreds of pounds of furniture and walking all over the certifiably biggest Ikea in the country. If I had been worried about how nice his car was on the way there, I worried less on the way back, leaning back into the incredibly soft seats and putting my head back felt like a reward after carting box after box to the delivery desk.

Sirius looked over and grinned, “Big day huh?”

I nodded, “I’m glad I only have one day until the mattress shows up, today has been a lot. The moving and the shopping and your bolloxology.”

“Um excuse me?” He laughed, “What the actual fuck did you just call me?”

“Bolloxology, you know, messing about. Your BS.”

“Holy fuck that is a ridiculous word.”

“You’re a ridiculous word.”

“Oh fantastic comeback, real smart. I can see why they let you into a PhD program.”

“You are such a muppet, and yes before you ask it means you’re an idiot.”

Sirius grinned, I had the distinct impression that he took most insults as if they were compliments -- a trait which made him infinitely charming, and infinitely frustrating at the same time. He turned up the radio and some alternative rock band was playing. As we sat quietly in traffic on the 5, the sun started to set, and it glinted deep red off the building windows, bathing the car in a warm light. It felt like we were glowing, the windows rolled down, the air just a touch stagnant between the hot cars. I felt a pang of homesickness. It was so different from the cloudy, misty-cool nights of Dublin, the old stone streets, the bustle of Grafton, the smell of the grass and trees in the park across from my favorite pub. I missed my warm jumpers with the permanent smell of tea clinging to them, the cigarette smoke hanging lazily in the air around the corner shop, proper chocolate. I missed stumbling out of The George at 3am scuttered as fuck all with my mates Sean and Frankie after a drag show and a heavy drinking session.  

As excited as I was about the new furniture, the new graduate program, the new friends and colleagues, the new roommates even, there was something sad about the perfect California horizon reflecting the last glimpses of the day. Something huge and daunting about the hot city that made me feel a bit lost, as if between the picture perfect landscape and the rubbish in the gutter there was a facade that frightened and excited me in equal measure. It was all just so big. And I was holding on to a runaway train -- Los Angeles felt like a million miles away from home. This was what it felt like, I thought a bit ruefully, to be homesick. This was also what it felt like to make something of yourself.

We arrived back at the house when it was dark, after stopping to pick up food for a whiny James who was bored without Sirius around to annoy him. When we pulled up to the house I smiled, I still could not believe that somehow I’d gotten a spot in this mansion. I was still waiting for the other shoe to drop, waiting for them to find out who I was -- emphasis on the was -- but maybe they were the good sort. Maybe…

Sirius opened the door, I didn’t have a key to the front house yet, and Padfoot came bounding out. James, hair wild, glasses halfway down his nose, was sitting on the couch in front of Comedy Central working on his laptop. He lit up when he saw Sirius which I thought was sweet until--

“FOOD!” He exclaimed gleefully. “Fucking finally! Oh god is that Golden Hen?! Yesssss.”

Sirius and I passed him several containers of Chinese food and he ate faster than I thought was humanly possible. How he could eat the amount meant for a medium sized family and be as thin as he was I have no idea. I've since learned that James is a human garbage can and his jittery, always-in-motion body consumes calories at an unbelievable rate. Some guys get all the luck.

“How did it go at Ikea?” He asked through a mouth of vegetable fried rice.

“I think it was quite an education for Sirius.”

“Did you know they have ICE CREAM there dude?! It's amazing it's huge and they have all these tiny apartments in it and they sell like pots and pans for like five dollars!”

“Yeah,” James replied nonchalantly, digging through a new container of food, “I went with the Dork when she and Marlene got their new place.”

“I saw their couch!”

“Sorry, who?” I looked confusedly from one loudly chewing roommate to the other.

“Oh!” Sirius dropped the spring roll he was holding. “James we should have them over tomorrow when Wolfram here has all his furniture delivered.” The conversation was getting further and further from something that I could track, it was like they were speaking their own language.

“Sorry,” I said, wincing at the apology, “but who are we talking about, and erm...did you just call me Wolfram?”

Sirius shrugged but there was a slyness to his eyes. “Marls and the Dork--”

But James cut in, “Marlene and Dorcas are our lesbian friends. Marlene went to high school with Sirius and I, and she picked up a girlfriend up in Berkeley. Marlene and Sirius used to date before they both caught the gay so they’re still weirdly in love with one another.”

Sirius shrugged again, “She’s a fucking bombshell, who wouldn’t be fond of her?”

“I certainly am, too bad she’s given up guys.”

I laughed at James, “Not for her, statistically women who have sex with women have way more orgasms.”

James looked affronted, “Okay, listen to PhD over here. But I’ll have you know, I’m a giver.”

“Where you stick your dick is neither here nor there --” Sirius started, but I cut him off.

“Yeah, apparently it’s nowhere at all.”

James threw a fortune cookie at me but I dodged left quickly enough that it merely hit the couch behind me. Sirius laughed so hard that he almost spilt his beer, “Well he’s got you figured out hasn’t he?”

James looked at him through narrowed eyes but said nothing so Sirius eventually lapsed into a teary-eyed silence. “Okay okay, but for real Marlene and Dorcas should come over tomorrow cause we can all build Remus’ furniture together. We were going to plan a party to welcome Remus to the family but maybe just do this on the DL. Don’t want to scare him too much.”

“You really don’t have to do that.” The last thing I needed was to be the center of attention. I wasn’t even adjusted to the two guys I had moved in with. Now I had to worry about impressing their friends? And I hadn’t had a moment to myself. I really thought I’d be building by myself, maybe some Netflix on my computer. But what was I supposed to say? They wanted to be nice. They wanted to make an effort. Come on Remus. You can’t move all the way to America and then not make a fucking effort to be social.

“I mean we don’t have to do anything dude. We’re doing this because you seem cool and we like to have a good time.” James grinned and ran a hand through his hair which left a piece of rice along his temple. I decided not to point this out but instead grinned right back at him. I caught Sirius’ eye who smiled conspiratorially at me, he’d clearly seen James make a mess of himself too. I knew immediately that he was also planning to let James sit there like a tool rather than say anything.

“So Marlene and Dorcas won’t mind helping? It is a lot of work.”

“Nah,” Sirius couldn’t tear his eyes away from the rice in James’ hair, he was not exactly the best at keeping a straight face but perhaps Sirius staring weirdly at him was routine because James seemed not to notice, “They’re lesbians they’re good at building stuff you know.”

I rolled my eyes, “I’m going to text Lily too?”

James lit up like a fucking ray of sunshine. I almost instantly regretted suggesting it. Things always get complicated when your mates want to bone one another, but on the other hand, I didn’t want to be totally outnumbered with people that I didn’t know and since I’d moved to Los Angeles, Lily was the only person I’d met from abroad. Sure she was from England, but you have to take what you can get when no one in America can make a decent cup of tea.

Sirius nodded, “I mean the more hands the easier it’ll be right? We can do beer and pizza and maybe even swim a bit.”

“I’m already texting the girls.” James was tapping madly at his phone.

That night, after stuffing my face with Chinese food with James and Sirius, I padded upstairs to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms after James absolutely refused to let me spend the night on the sofa. Despite myself I think I was already starting to like the two idiots. It was weird, I’d never had cis guy mates in Ireland that would stick around for very long. Something about my having a vagina. Sure there were lads that would return my texts periodically, or that were good for a pint or two. I don’t know what made them scare so easily -- I was still the same guy. I’d been lucky, I’d been able to pass as a (perhaps effeminate) guy for awhile even before I started testosterone. But it was always the same once they found out -- the queers, the ones that had wanted to fuck me, or to keep me around to see if they wanted to fuck me, when they found out that I lacked something they liked, that was enough reason to abandon ship. The straights, the ones that were good for a night out on the piss or that didn’t mind me when I was a winner for their team in football, they disappeared entirely. I was no longer one of the gang. Didn’t matter that the dosage I was on meant I had more testo in my system than some of them. I liked them, yeah, but I also didn’t want to get attached. Being attached, hoping for something more than a casual friendship with cis guys was like -- it was asking for heartbreak.

I waited until I heard the two of them head to bed before I stripped down to my boxer briefs. I lifted my arms and pulled my binder off slowly, peeling it away from my ribs and wincing. Too many hours in it today meant that I was probably going to feel it tomorrow. Even with the new ones I’d ordered there was always that inability to take a deep breath, the pull on the ribs that made you sore and sweaty after a long day in the thing. It was one thing in Dublin where it never got too hot, but here, where it seemingly never dipped under 70, adding an extra layer was tough. I touched my chest a bit and it was tender but I didn't think I'd have bruises. I thought about how James and Sirius had invited their friends over tomorrow and sighed. I probably wouldn't have much chance to go without the damn thing tomorrow either. Swimming? It was out of the question -- I was going to have to find a reason to pass.

I could have just told them when I came in for the interview. Lily never asked me why I didn’t even though she knew, for which I was grateful. I had been open with the department at USC, had even mentioned it in my entrance essay. I was working on trans and queer literature and film it wasn’t the most difficult puzzle to piece together. Somehow though, I just hadn’t been able to do it. I didn’t want to lose the chance at the room, and sure, I guess I liked them. Now it was as if I were keeping it from them. Every day that passed meant that I was going to get more attached to my new mansion, my new mates. It would be better to get it all out in the open now and find out if they were going to be phobic.

But now I’d ordered the furniture. It was coming tomorrow, and leaving was going to be a bit harder when I had a small apartment’s worth of furniture to move along with the boxes that were currently in the pool house. I ran my hands through my hair, trying not to let the fear that shot through me overwhelm me. Sirius was queer, he specifically asked for a queer roommate. It wasn’t going to matter. And anyway, there was no reason why they should find out.

[tokikurp]

Hello Again

Iwaoi week Day 7- Goodbyes/Hellos

Summary: They weren’t suppose to close contact. They were suppose to keep in contact while they were studying for university.While Iwaizumi walked through Tokyo, he reunited with Oikawa.

This prompt stuck out to me the most and the moment I saw it, this idea came to mind. So enjoy Iwaoi meeting again after so many years <3

Enjoy!

AO3

“Days will pass and turn into years, but I will always remember you with silent tears.” -Anonymous

“Times running out, huh Iwa-chan?”

“I’m not dying, don’t make it sound like that.”

Graduation day arrived for Aoba Josai and it was a joyful day for the third years. They’ve finished high school and while some were ready to jump into the workforce; there are those who are getting ready to head off to college. There were excited voices around the two childhood friends as they talked about their futures and the thank yous from their families for the congratulations. Oikawa chuckled as the two walked over to their families, awaiting them to go celebrate their son’s graduating high school.

“I’m sure you’ll be dying to know what life is like when I go to Tokyo.”

“Oh I’ll be dying to know that I actually might die.” Iwaizumi groaned in response, but a smile crossed his face.

“So rude!” But the now former captain couldn’t help but chuckle. “Well you better tell me how life is like  in Osaka.”

“How could I forget when I know you’ll be bugging me?” The wing spiker glanced at his best friend.

“Oh so are you mentally preparing already?”

“What are you talking about? I’ve already been prepared since you’re always texting me. Even at three in the morning.” How he’ll never forget those strange nights where they were texting one another at three in the morning.

“Aw you really did enjoy all those nights texting me!”

“Oh yeah, I enjoyed smacking you the next day because you didn’t go to sleep, because you were more concerned about this theory you read online.”

“Hey! I couldn’t stop thinking about it so I HAD to text you about it!”

“Yeah, the night before chemistry test.”

“But you passed right?”

“Somehow because I was falling asleep in the middle of the test.” Iwaizumi pointed out as he glared at Oikawa, who just stuck his tongue out. They walked to their families, where the two best friends took a picture in front of their high school with their diplomas.

Later that night after celebrating their graduation, it was time to start packing. Oikawa was texting Bokuto and Kuroo, who both had agreed to be his roommates at university, when his door opened.

“Tooru, Hajime is here.” Takeru said as the setter looked up. “He’s waiting downstairs.”

“Huh? He didn’t want to come in?” That was unusual, Iwaizumi usually came in. The child shook its head as he walked away.

“Nope.”

He rushed downstairs and onto the porch, where Iwaizumi leaned against the post when Oikawa came out. The wing spiker turned around to see the brunette, who had a curious expression on his face.

“Why didn’t you come in, Iwa-chan? Even if you want to tell me something quick, you usually come in.” He asked while leaning against the door.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Huh?”

“I’ve been packing all week and just wanted to tell you that even if we are three, almost four hours away, I want to let you know that you’re still my partner no matter what. No one could replace or ever will replace you. That’s all I wanted to say.” Iwaizumi said with a straight face. The setter blinked, letting his mind register what Iwaizumi had just said.

When it did, Oikawa knew there was nothing much he could really say. What could he say? Beg him not to leave and to stay another day; one more day for them to spend time together before they’d be hours away from each other? Well...he wanted to, but what good would that do? Looking at his former co-captain, the former captain gave a nod.

“I’m glad to hear that, Iwa-chan. The same goes to you. I couldn’t ask for a better partner like you and no one will replace you. Eve. Just...just promise we’ll keep in contact, okay?” The brunette asked as the spiky haired boy nodded, holding his fist out.

“Promise.”

The two bumped fists together before returning to their homes.

Five years later

‘Tokyo is nice. No wonder Tooru picked here to go to university.’ Walking through the streets of Tokyo, Iwaizumi walked back to his hotel.

He graduated from university a year ago and had obtained a job at a hospital where he worked with another therapist. He learned a lot and was happy with his live in Osaka; that was until the therapist said he talked to another hospital in Tokyo, who would be interested in him working for them. That of course surprised him and he did have to think about it, but he decided to just take the interview to see where things would go.

“We hope you get the job, son. You’ll be much closer to us then you are now.” He remembered his Father saying when he called his parents to tell them about the job.

“Now you could come visit us more often and give your Father some work on his old joints.” His Mother joked.

He couldn’t help but chuckle. How he loved his parents and did miss them a lot, it was hard living five hours away (by train) and could only make it home a few times out of the year. So...maybe if he got this job he could go home more often than he could now. His parents would be happy about that.

‘I wonder if Tooru is happy.’

Sometime during university, they broke their promise to each other. They lost contact during university. It could have been the school work that they both had, practice they had or the part time jobs they had. First year was fine, they kept up with each other like nothing had changed. But things changed in second year, but not much. Third year was when everything changed. The text messages got less and less, so did the calls and the, ‘Don’t push yourself too hard!’.

He sighed and looked up as he walked across the street, people on their phones and rushing to get across the street.

‘Wonder if he’s working at some science facility. Looking at the stars, maybe he discovered a new star? Maybe even a galaxy. Probably named it after some weird shit, something from his favorite alien movie. Wonder if he’s found any new ones he watches a hundred times a month.’ Iwaizumi jumped as he made it across the street and continued back to the hotel.

“Yes, I will watch the video when I get home. I know, I have the notebook with me, coach gave it to me before I left.” A familiar voice passed by Iwaizumi, that made him come to a stop. Was that, was that…

“Tooru?!” Iwaizumi called out, hoping it was him. The person on the phone...stopped and turned around, who had called his name? It was him, he hadn’t changed in the five years he hasdn’t seen him. Maybe his hair was a bit different, maybe a bit longer?

They stared at each other as people walked passed them and Oikawa slowly took the phone away from his ear. Iwaizumi couldn’t believe it, he was standing in front of his childhood friend.

“Iwa-chan?” Oikawa asked in disbelief. The spiky haired man smiled softly at him while he walked up to him.

“Hello again, partner.”

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