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no bc this is me💔💔💔🥀🥀🥀

yeah.

HIHI neon I LOVEEE your works 💖💖

I wanted to request a Rin x reader one where Readers like a MASSIVE fan of him. And like collects bllk merchandise of her bf, like keychains, figurines, jersey, posters, and plushies. All of it.

Readers also REALLY shy and tries to keep it a secret but Rin finds out one day and the reader kills herself from embarrassment/j 😛😛

cuteeeeee tysm for the request!!

winner of all fangirls

ft. itoshi rin

cw. fem!reader but it’s not specified. crack + fluff. rin calls you creepy (endearing)

rin didn’t really get the whole merch thing. yeah, he’s seen people buy jerseys and stuff, but he never thought about it past that. it didn’t make sense for someone to want to wear his number around, showing him off like he belonged to them. all he wanted was to play soccer.

which is why it completely blindsided him when he walked into your apartment for the first time and finds a lot of himself in it.

a jersey hanging on the wall. more than a few keychains on your bag. a signed poster—his poster—framed by your desk. and not one, but six plushies and figures of him sitting on and around your bed. the largest of the bunch stared soullessly at him like some kind of cursed twin used in dark magic rituals.

you froze in the doorway behind him, stomach dropping straight into hell. “rin.”

“hm?” he glanced over his shoulder, completely deadpan, like he wasn’t surrounded by himself.

“don’t. look.”

“… i’m already looking.”

you contemplated spontaneous combustion.

“so… you’re a fan.” he said it flatly, like he wasn’t sure whether to be amused or deeply concerned.

“was! i was a fan. i’m not anymore. actually, i hate you now. leave.” you blurted, face too red as you started tugging on his arm to pull him away from your bedroom.

rin blinked at you. “you have plushies of me.”

“they’re ironic!” you squeaked, voice hitting an octave you didn’t know you could reach.

he bent down, picking one of the plushie up with the most judgmental look imaginable. you were surprised he wasn’t using two fingers to avoid touching it more.

he turned toward you, expression unchanging. “this doesn’t feel ironic.”

you immediately buried your face in your hands, half ready to cry, half ready to launch yourself out the window. both sounded equally entertaining.

meanwhile rin just… stared at you for a second. then he let out this quiet huff that was almost a laugh and said, “you’re ridiculous.”

he set the plush back down and walked over, gently tugging your hands away from your face.

“don’t be embarrassed.” his voice was softer now. “it’s… kinda sweet. creepy, but sweet.”

you glared up at him, cheeks burning. “you’re never allowed to speak of this again.”

rin smirked the tiniest bit, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “no promises.”

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જ⁀✦ i love you and hope you love me

( karasu tabito x fem! reader )

✩ a/n — WOO obsessed with karasu. ( listen to what i wrote to here!)

✩ word count — 1.8k

✩ content — karasu tabito x fem! reader, model! reader, mention of harmful self image problems, harsh social media comments, body image!!!, if any of this will effect you or your mental health- pls skip this fic :) see you in the next one!! , not proofread

✩ synopsis — even if you thought no one in the world wanted you, tabito karasu was there to prove you wrong.

── .✦ don't cry for me, argentina. the truth is, i never left you

There had been a time when the lights made you feel alive.

When the click of a shutter, the buzz of backstage, and the rustle of silk against skin made you feel like the world was finally looking at you — and really seeing you. 

You were eighteen when it began. Picked out of a crowd by a scout with a camera around his neck and a laminated badge around his wrist.

“You have that thing,” he’d said, peering at you like you were a rare gem. “You look like summer. Like freedom.”

And maybe you were, back then.

The campaigns came quickly. Youthful, fun, glossy work. Runways full of backpacks and pastel sneakers and hair done in loose, bouncing curls. 

You could laugh and twirl and throw your head back in bright innocence — you were good at that. 

Everyone said so. You loved it, too. You really did.

And on one of those campaigns — for some shiny new cleats no one would remember the name of six months later — you met him.

Karasu Tabito, rising star of the U-20 team, wearing black joggers and a smirk like he already knew the world would love him. 

He was supposed to kick around a ball while you modeled the shoes, but you — in your typical whirlwind fashion — had managed to lace them on the wrong feet and stumbled straight into a laugh.

You were embarrassed, expecting judgment.

But Karasu only doubled over in genuine, wheezing amusement, helping you sit down and tug them off. “Gotta say, that’s a first. You always put shoes on like that, or am I special?”

You’d rolled your eyes, but you’d also given him your number. 

The rest, as people say, was history.

You moved in together a year later. 

By then, he was already rising through the ranks, becoming a household name in the football world. The boy with sharp eyes and sharper wit. 

And you — you were making your shift too. You were no longer the girl in back-to-school ads.

At twenty, your old agency dropped you.

“You’ve matured out of our brand’s aesthetic,” they said. A polite way to tell you that you weren’t childlike anymore. It didn’t hurt. 

You’d seen it coming. You weren’t meant to sell bubblegum and backpacks forever.

Your new agency was more mature. Sleepwear, lingerie, elegant silk robes — slow smiles instead of bubbly laughter. 

And for a while, it felt good. 

You walked taller. You wore red lipstick and sleek buns. You were, in your mind, becoming someone.

Until your first runway.

It wasn’t the show itself. The lights were hot. The heels were high. The garments were beautiful. You walked like you always did — calm, confident, a little detached. 

The show went on. The photographers clicked. The crowd clapped.

And then came the whispers.

The comments. The tweets. The DMs.

What happened to her smile?

She looks heavier now.

Her walk is stiff.

Yikes. Aging already?

Her body looks weird in lingerie. Not sexy at all.

At first, you thought you could take it. Thick skin, right? Comes with the job.

But the posts multiplied. 

Your name trended — not for your work, but for your flaws. 

You started refreshing your socials like a compulsion, reading every message like they were verdicts. 

You began avoiding mirrors. 

You cried in the shower. 

One night, Karasu came home to find your phone facedown, buzzing nonstop, and you sitting on the edge of your bed — hollow.

He confiscated it without a word. You didn’t protest.

You were on leave after that. Agency-mandated, but it didn’t feel like a relief. It felt like a quiet dismissal. 

Like maybe they were rethinking your place too.

One evening, after another long practice, Karasu walked into the apartment, damp with sweat and tired but still grinning—until he saw you.

Standing in front of the mirror in your bedroom. Eyes red. Fingers pinching your skin like you were trying to find flaws no one else had seen yet.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, voice soft.

Your reply was quiet. Broken.

“I’m not pretty enough anymore.”

Like it was just… a fact.

Karasu stilled. His gym bag dropped by the door. “What?”

“I’m hideous,” you whispered, and your fingers reached for your cheeks, your jaw, your stomach. “The internet’s right. I look wrong. I smile weird. I’m—”

“Hey.” His tone turned sharper, cutting through the spiral. “None of that.”

He crossed the room in a heartbeat and wrapped his arms around you from behind, his chest warm against your back. 

His hands held your wrists, pulling them gently away from your body.

“Look at these eyes,” he said into the curve of your neck. “My gorgeous girl. These eyes are my favorite part about you.”

You tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let you.

“Your nose — you love smelling my cooking, right? That’s what this is for. Every time you come home and go ‘mmm’ from the hallway? I love that.”

His voice cracked into something softer, warmer. “And your lips…” He chuckled, low. “What can’t I say about those, huh?”

You were trembling. Your eyes filled again.

“You’re perfect, doll,” he whispered. “Don’t you ever look at your face and say anything that’s not that again.”

You finally turned around, burying your face into his chest. His scent — warm skin and the faint spice of cologne — wrapped around you like a shield. 

You held him tightly, like he was the only solid thing in a world that had turned cruel.

“I… I can’t do this anymore,” you sobbed, your voice cracking into something raw. “No one wants me.”

He picked you up like it was nothing, one arm around your legs, the other at your back, pressing you into him. “Don’t say that.”

He kissed the top of your head, lips lingering.

“I want you. I need you, doll. Doesn’t matter what those assholes say. You’re everything to me.”

He brought you to the bed and gently laid you down, brushing your hair back from your face.

“Now,” he said, brushing a thumb under your teary eyes, “you’re gonna pick a movie. I’m gonna grab ice cream. And we’re gonna have a good rest of the night, okay?”

You sniffled, staring up at him with glossy eyes. “Okay.”

He kissed your forehead before leaving the room, and for the first time in weeks, you didn’t feel like the mirror was your enemy.

The next morning, the statement went out.

official.y/n: After deep reflection, I will no longer be pursuing a career in modeling. Thank you for the opportunities, the lessons, and the love. xoxo.

Some were shocked. Some were cruel. But many — many — were supportive. 

Your inbox was flooded again, this time with encouragement. 

Girls your age saying they’d felt the same. 

That you’d always looked beautiful. That your work had meant something to them.

But you didn’t check your phone much that day.

Instead, you were on the balcony with Karasu, curled into his side in one of his oversized hoodies, a mug of tea warming your hands. 

He pressed a kiss to your temple and muttered, “Proud of you.”

You exhaled, letting the wind kiss your skin.

For a long time, you thought the lights would save you. 

That the flash of a camera, the right dress, the perfect post would make you feel full.

But it was an illusion.

The truth?

You’d never really wanted the fortune. Or the fame.

You only ever wanted to be seen — really seen — by someone who loved you anyway.

And in Karasu’s eyes, you always had been.

little epilogue bc i couldn’t stop writing

The stadium was electric.

Not the overwhelming, dizzy kind it used to be — the kind that buzzed too loud in your ears and made you feel like you were shrinking, even when everyone was looking at you.

No, this was different. This buzz was warm. 

Like laughter in a packed restaurant. 

Like applause in a room where you're not the one onstage, just someone in the crowd, proud.

You were dressed in jeans and a fitted long-sleeve top, Karasu’s team jacket tied around your waist — the same one he’d given you last winter and said, “It looks better on you anyway.” 

A low baseball cap shielded your eyes from the sun, but your face was bare of makeup. And it felt good. Freeing. Like you could breathe again.

He’d texted you earlier:

Tabi💜: Bench to start, but I’ll make it worth your while once I’m subbed in 😏

You: You always do. 💜

You found your seat a few rows above the field. Not VIP — just regular. 

Right in the noise and spirit of it all. There were kids waving banners. Teens yelling chants. Parents taking blurry photos of the pitch. 

The woman next to you had a toddler with juice spilled down his shirt. It was chaotic and real and, oddly enough, exactly where you wanted to be.

You were unbothered.

You were glowing.

You were happy.

He caught sight of you from the bench. Even from across the field, you knew. The way he nudged one of his teammates and pointed in your direction with a grin said everything.

It was enough. It always was.

The first half dragged a little — his team struggled to keep pace, and there was clear tension among the defenders. 

You could see him itching to play. Legs bouncing, arms crossed over his chest, jaw tight with that familiar anticipation.

Then the sub call came.

You straightened slightly when you saw him stand, pulling off his bib, already rolling his shoulders like he’d been waiting for this exact moment. The stadium erupted. 

He jogged onto the pitch with that signature swagger, and the minute he touched the ball, the energy changed. It always did.

He didn’t score — not right away, anyway. But he assisted the goal that broke the tie, and the whole crowd leapt to their feet. 

You did too, cupping your hands around your mouth and cheering so loud it startled the juice-sticky toddler next to you.

The woman beside you glanced at you, squinting beneath her sunglasses.

“…Wait,” she said slowly. “Aren’t you—” She paused. “That model? The one who walked for—”

You smiled. A soft, easy thing. One hand adjusting your cap.

“No,” you said gently, like it wasn’t a lie. “Just here watching my boyfriend play.”

She blinked, then grinned back. “He’s good.”

Your eyes followed Karasu as he celebrated with his teammates, that boyish grin lighting up his face.

“Yeah,” you said, full of warmth, “he really is.”

And just like that — you turned back toward the field, no camera flashes, no whispered gossip, no pressure to smile a certain way. 

Just wind in your hair, love in your heart, and Karasu on the field, doing what he loved.

And you — finally, finally — doing what you loved too.

Being there. Being whole.

Being seen.

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erm hiii!! so i can’t write to save my life but you can so i come to you with a very humble request 🧎‍♀️

could you like write about maybe a tooru x reader (saw hes your favorite ehe mine too i need one in my life where to purchase fr) who mentions in passing that her type is basketball players or smth stupid like that and he hears it and legit doesn’t talk to her for a week and then they make up at the end so it’s like just super fluffy

basically tooru being dramatic because that’s the way i like my men fr 🙏

“Not Your Type?!”

Oikawa x reader

╭─〔❨✧✧❩〕─╮

“So… what’s your type?” Your best friend asks you.

It’s lunch right now; you and your best friend are eating linch together in your classroom, sitting at the desks by the window.

“hm… I don’t know. I like athletic guys though- yk?”

Oikawa’s eyes lighten up. His back is facing toward you though.

“Probably a basketball player though.” You twirl a piece of your hair in between your fingers as you let out some giggles. “It’s pretty hot, not gonna lie. And most of them are tall- I mean, there are short basketball players though. As long as I can make eye contact with them I’m good.”

Oikawa pouts from his spot.

Your friend nods approvingly, “oooh~~ great point. I see the vision-“

“Exactly!”

~~~~~~~~~~~

It’s the afternoon now. You get out of history; your last period and wait by the gates of the school. You’re supposed to meet up with Oikawa to walk home, as routine on Mondays, since that’s their day off.

You’re sipping your peach tea, waiting… It’s been 10 minutes?! Where is he?!?!

You take out your phone to text oikawa, pressing the keys

╭ ─┉──┉─ ╮

YOU

where r u???

borderline f slur

Hm?

YOU

It’s Monday.

Arent we supposed to walk home together?

borderline f slur

oh.

yeah sorry

my mom was told me to come home right after skl

YOU

oh ok

see you tomorrow then :)

╰ ─┉──┉─ ╯

The hell?! Did this hoe seriously leave you on read?! What did you even do?

You walk off campus, not thinking about much. Eh, maybe he’s busy? His mom did want him home earlier…

~~~~~~~~~~~ It gets even weirder.

Not only that, but Oikawa stopped saying ‘hi’ to you in the hallways, stopped walking with you, and even stopped reaching out.

Every time you wanted to talk to him, he brushed you off saying he had something to do.

He always made time for you before; but now? It’s like you don’t even exist.

Did I do something wrong? Is he getting tired of me?

~~~~~~~~~~~

“Hey-! Iwaizumi-kun,” You call out.

It’s Monday now; still no sign of Oikawa talking to you. You carry your bento in one hand to eat later.

Iwaizumi looks at you through his classroom door, “Hm? L/n-san? Why are you here?”

You’re somewhat acquainted with Iwaizumi. Definitely not as close as Oikawa, but you definitely enjoy bullying him with Iwaizumi.

You take a breath before continuing, “It’s… it’s Oikawa… he’s been ignoring me for the past week.”

Iwaizumi sighs, “Knowing him, it’s probably something petty. But you should talk to him.”

“You don’t know anything?”

Iwaizumi shakes his head, “No, I don’t. I don’t know what goes on in that idiot’s mind half of the time”

“True. I guess I’ll go talk to him. Thanks.” You step away from the classroom.

You spend a precious 10 minutes of your lunch period looking for Oikawa, looking for him all throughout campus. As soon as lunch ended, it seemed like he vanished into thin air!

You couldn’t find him in the gym, the courtyard, anything! Damn. I feel like one of his crazy fangirls… What am i gonna do? Confess my love? You blush at the thought. Sure, you did like him, even if he wasn’t your usual type… but shit like this is exhausting.

You finally find Oikawa in the basketball court, of all places. You can see him trying to shoot; but then missing. Horrendously. Wanting to observe more, you hide behind a nearby tree.

Oikawa continues practicing, trying to dribble and shoot. He even trips on his own feet.

Isn’t he a volleyball player?!

Deciding that you’re tired of this… whatever it was, you emerge from your hiding place from the tree and step forward.

“Oikawa?”

He visibly jolts when he sees you.

“Y-y/n?!?!” The stutter tells you everything you need to know.

You take a few steps forward once more.

“You’ve been avoiding me lately. Why?”

Oikawa grits his teeth. “None of your business”

“It kind of is. And you just confirmed it.”

He… pouts? “Tch. Do you even care?” Oikawa says in a slightly passive aggressive manner.

“Yes, I do! Were friends after all-“ You realize how angry you might’ve sounded and switch up your tone a bit, “I do care about you and value our friendship. If there’s something bothering you, then tell me please. Did I do something wrong? Ignoring me won’t solve the problem”

Oikawa is silent for a second. Then pouts again. “You don’t get it!”

“Then explain it to me-“ You reason. This bitch is being so hard to talk to for no reason!

“Hmph! Go talk to hot basketball players then. They’d probably understand.”

You’re confused. “Hm? What do you mean-“ Oh. Your mind goes back days ago when you were talking to your friend.

“Yeah! Of course you don-“

You sigh. He really is pathetic. “Is this about me saying my type was basketball players?”

“…yes,” Oikawa looks a little childish.

“I… Oikawa- do you- like me?”

“…yes,” Oikawa’s pout doesn’t seem to lessen.

You sigh, “So you’re jealous?”

“A little…”

“Look, even though I said my type was basketball players, I still think you’re cute. Even though you might be a little pouty. And overdramatic sometimes.” Oikawa’s eyes light up. “I still like you even if you aren’t my usual type. And that doesn’t mean I like you any less”

Oikawa seems to be processing your words before smiling wider than you’ve ever seen before, “Wait- does y/n-chan think I’m cute?”

“A little. But please don’t ignore me if something’s wrong.”

Suddenly, you feel a pair of arms wrapped around your torso. “Oikawa!” He buries his fave into your neck, and you can’t help but lift up your arm to caress the side of his face. “We’re at school-! What if someone sees!”

Oikawa reluctantly pulls away. “I couldn’t help myself-“ he sticks out his tongue, appearing cheeky.

“ok, ok.”

“Wait- you said you like me too-!”

“I did,” You reply.

“Wait so you’re like… madly in love with me now?”

“I wouldn’t call it that. But… ok. And for the record; you don’t have to change yourself just to try and be ‘my type’. I like you for you.”

Oikawa wastes no time, “So are you willing to be my girlfriend?”

“…yes, I am,” You smile slightly.

Before you can stop him, he pulls you into another hug.

“Oikawa!” You can’t lie… it is cute. He’s like a puppy, you think. You laugh a bit. “Let go before anyone sees. Especially your fangirls-“

Oikawa smirks, “Tch. Like I care”

“God- ok…. Let me eat first; I’m hungry. And i bought milk bread from the student store- your favorite.” You pull away from him as you both sit down under a tree.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You’re now sitting in your room, with Oikawa’s head in your lap. He’s looking up at you.

“So… you sure your type isn’t basketball players?”

You peer down at him with an exasperated look on your face, “yes-! Im sure-“ You stroke his head.

“mmh…” Oikawa leans into the touch, “Alright…”

A/n FOR MY HUZZ (😳😳😳 /p) @whoo0sh ENJOY THE FOOD AND EAT UP (the rest of yall eat too… i have plenty to share :p)

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★RULER OF MY HEART★- ch. 6

a Karasu Tabito x reader SMAU

After Karasu spawns in, you decide to head to the starting point. You line up with the other bikers, Karasu being next to you on his bike.

“So… y/n-chan?” You look at him.

“Hm?”

He almost had a pout on his face, “Yer bein’ quiet.”

You tilt your head. “So? ‘M usually pretty quiet.”

“Nah. But like- more than the usual.”

“The hell does that mean?” Tabito shrugs.

“Just get ready- the race’ll start in a few.”

“ ‘kay, babe.” You visibly cringe and give him a glare in response.

“Could ya not? That’s fuckin’ weird”

Tabito’s only response is a lazy smirk and a smug tone, “Yeah, yeah. Won’t do it again.”

You see the lights flashing in the distance. Guess the race is starting soon.

You drown out the crowd around you, blanking out. Thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. The only thing that snaps you back to reality is Marisa’s familiar voice.

You immediately get ready, putting down your visor and placing your hands on the throttle.

“Ready… set… go!”

It’s messy and chaotic, bikers packed together all trying to overtake the others. You slow down a bit, letting the others pass you before you zip forward. Weaving through the streets, you spot a lot of familiar bikes.

One by one, you pass everyone.

The only thing thats left is to pass Tabito.

You speed up, wind blowing against your body and can practically see Tabito grinning from the corner of your eye. You scoff from underneath your helmet.

Weaving through cars, you’re neck and neck with him. Deciding to be a bit risky today, you tailgate him from the side. You two are dangerously close. You smirk as Tabito slows down. As much as you love appreciate him, he’s not winning this race.

And you were right

With the sudden advantage, you’re now able to spot the finish line before anyone else. You feel the sudden adrenaline going through your body as you cross the finish line back to the factory. You pull up to the side, panting a bit as you get off your bike.

The first person to congratulate you on the win was Marisa. You saw her as soon as you hopped off your bike.

She smiled at you. “Hey girl! You did so well!”

You freeze up, but then remember to smile back. “Uh- thanks-“

“I mean it! You looked so badass out there-“

“Thanks-“

“Wait a minute- we should go out for drinks together!”

“Uhm… drinks?”

“Yeah-! Unless you don’t drink- which is totally your decision a-“

You accidentally interrupt her. “I do. And- sure, I’m down. But I need to find Kiana first.” Shit- do I look rude for doing that?

Your eyes scan the area. Is she here? What happened-? Normally Kiana would be running up to you after a race. Your eyes scan the area one last time before you take out your phone.

Well, you were getting worried over nothing.

Marisa looks at you. “Kiana isn’t here- she left early. Are we going now… or…?”

“Sure!”

“Alright. But uh… do ya mind if I stop by my place to drop my bike off… if I’ma drink then i don’t wanna leave my bike overnight at a bar… especially since. I’m drunk.”

“Sounds good! Oh this is gonna be so much fun! And we get to catch up properly! First round’s on me!” She grins and you chuckle in response.

~~~~~~~~~~~

You can feel the liquid courage in your system as you slur your words. “Mhhh… fuck this drinks good-!”

Marisa nods her head and agrees, “Oh yeah for sure~”

“Shit- why don’t I ask for this all the time….”

you take out your phone and snap a picture of the drink. In your drunken haze, you upload the picture to twitter.

The night had been going great so far; either you and Marisa catching up. You could see why Tabito liked her- she was, as he put it, not mediocre. You couldn’t deny that the alcohol wasn’t helping this interaction… maybe it was for the better?

And past the point of Marisa and Tabito… together… she was genuinely a nice person.

Wait- are you jealous?

You turn your attention back to the conversation you’re having with Marisa. Sharing stories and talking… is honestly kind of fun.

“Hey, y/n? I’ve been meaning to ask- whats goin’ on between you and Karasu-kun”

“What do you mean-“

Marisa giggles, “You know what i mean- are you two… y’ know…”

“I still dont get it,” You state bluntly. You don’t want to assume anything, though you think you know where this conversation is going.

Marisa confirms your suspicions, “Are you two going out- like together together?”

You hesitate. “No. We’re not.”

Marisa looks surprised, “Really?!”

You nod, “Yeah.”

“You two looks like you are though.” Your eyes widen at her casual remark. “Karasu-kun really looks like he likes you.”

“He does?” I guess it makes sense…

Marisa agrees with you, “Yeah- from what I can tell, at least. And honestly-“

“Hm?”

“I think you two would be a good couple.”

Sweat forms on your forehead. “I- I highly doubt it. Some people are just better off as friends- plus, don’t you and Tabito have a past together, Marisa?” The alcohol is making you more blunt than usual. You seem more suited for him than me. You don’t say that part out loud.

“You mean when I confessed to him at the sixth graduation-?!” Marisa laughs at your statement.

“I- uh- yes.” You don’t normally stutter like that. At that realization, you take a sip of water.

“Oh shut up-“ She playfully hits your shoulder; not too hard. “That was years ago! I was a young and stupid girl back then. It was just some elementary school crush.”

“But still-“

“If you think I have lingering feelings for Karasu-kun, you’re wrong. Plus. I had a feeling that he liked you more than he liked me. Even if he didn’t say it, it was clear.”

You tilt your head. “I… why though? I was always under the assumption that he had feelings for you; even back then.”

“Don’t you see how he talks to you? How he looks at you?”

“I….”

“Take it from me. There might be a lot of fish in the sea, but not a lot of them will look at ya like that.”

“Like what?” Oh.

Oh

“Opportunities like this don’t come often, trust me. But don’t feel pressured to get with him just because he likes you. Do you feel the same way?”

Her words hit deep.

“I… I dont know. He’s my best friend but… if we get together, what will change? What’s gonna happen?” Marisa nods intently.

“It depends and it’s different for a lot of people. In the end, it’s your decision.”

~~~~~~~~~~~

You think about Marisa’s words a lot. The alcohol is getting to you more than ever now. Guess you didn’t drink as much water as you thought you did. Your minds foggy and you can barely think straight.

You fumble your purse out of your bag, taking out your phone. It almost slops away, but you manage to catch it. Tapping on the smooth screen, you pull out twitter.

You smile as you put your phone away, giggling.

“Y/n-san?”

“hm?” You look up at Marisa.

She slurs, “I’ll be going now. Got a ride. Buh byeee~~~” You can see Marisa stumbling out the door in her platform boots, clearly struggling. You would help her; but considering your state right now? You’re not much better…

You call out to her, smiling. “Byeeeee!!”

Her silhouette disappears out the door as you turn around in your stool. You glance over at the bartender, shaking your leg. Shit. I might get kicked out at this rate. You giggle to yourself a bit before calling out for another shot….

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fuck. That probably wasn’t the best decision.

You’re leaning over the toilet in the bathroom. Shit. Is Tabito here? You dont want to keep him waiting, but your stomach is saying otherwise…..

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Once your stomach settles down, you stumble out of the bathroom to look for Karasu. You eyes scan the bar, hoping to find him. You don’t see him inside, to your disappointment. Thats when you step out.

The city air at this time of the night is cool and refreshing. It feels like a nice break from the loud and chaotic atmosphere of the bar. You scan the area for Karasu’s car. Nothing… maybe he parked a bit farther???

You walk under the streetlights and further down the sidewalk. It’s hard keeping your balance like this; your feet stumble everywhere as you scan the parking lot with your eyes and surrounding cars.

“Hey~”

It’s a voice you don’t recognize. You turn around on your heels. It’s a group of men. Three to be exact. Three too many. Your stomach drops; you know where this is probably going to go.

The ringleader, you assume, speaks up. “What’s a pretty lady like ya doin’ out and about at this time of night?”

You keep quiet and glare at him, not trying to give this man any more information than he needs. You’re aware you look like a mess, so you try standing your ground.

“None of your business,” You say in an assertive tone.

“Hm? Ya sure? Whats your name, sweetheart? You single?” You cringe at the nickname.

You feel drowsy. Being out at night, drunk, and alone is not the best decision, “That is none of yer business.” You grit your teeth after saying that.

The final guy; one with a bright blue shirt speaks. “Oh? I take it you’re single then!” He gives you a sleazy grin, trying to appear ‘friendly’, “Which one of us is your type then, miss?”

“None. I have things to do.” That wasn’t very convincing….

They quickly surround you. As you suspected. You take out your pepper spray from your bag, but before anyone had the chance to do anything, you hear another, more familiar voice.

“Heya Y/n-chan,” Tabito steps forward, putting a hand on your waist. “Are ya guys hitting my girlfriend here?” He glares at the group.

The guys, now intimidated by Karasu, stutter out a cluster of responses.

“I- we’re not,” One of them says.

You give Karasu a look that seems to say, ‘What the hell are you doing?!’

He shoots you a reassuring glance back and puts a finger on your lips. His grip on your waist tightens.

“Seemed like it. Plus, she’s clearly drunk. Yer hittin’ on a taken woman who’s also drunk.” He plays the role of a boyfriend surprisingly well, you note. “Me and my girlfriend will be on our way now.”

He guides you to the car, his hand still on the small of your back. You can’t lie, it feels nice. You sneak a few glances at him. He looks nice. When did he get this pretty?

“You look pretty.” You say as you stumble a bit before getting in the car. Karasu looks surprised at your statement. “Why do ya look so surprised, Tabito-chan? Do I not say that?”

He almost looks… flustered?

“Ya don’t. Most of the time.”

“I should say that more then. It’s the truth!” You let out a drunken giggle.

“I…” He’s ultra focused on the road now; trying not to give himself away. “Let’s get you home.”

You smile at him, “Ok.”

The engine revs up and Karasu twists the key. You look out the window, watching as things pass by quickly.

“Mhhh… I’m sleepy…” You yawn.

Karasu chuckles, “Don’t fall asleep on me right now.”

A minute later, you’re knocked out.

Karasu glances from his place in the car at your sleeping body. Your head is against the window, eyes shut.

Does y/n really think that? Or is it cuz she was drunk?

Karasu continues driving, the sound of the music on the radio and rain drops keeping him company. He pulls up and finds a place to park in the area near your complex.

Cute. She fell asleep.

Karasu doesn’t hesitate to open your door on the other aide of the car and pick you up in his arms. Despite the fact that it’s raining, he goes to your apartment.

With you in one hand, he unlocks the door using his free hand and spare key. Karasu steps inside and places you down on the couch. He releases his grip on you and plops down on the other side. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees your eyes start fluttering and eventually come open.

You mumble, “Mmh? Tabito??”

“Yes- Are you ok y/n- do you need water? Did those guys earlier touch you-“ You shake your head.

“I’m ok,” You smile in that drunken way. “You really are pretty~” You slur.

Tabito hesitates before his next words. “Do ya really think that? Or is it just cuz yer drunk, y/n?”

You stare at him.

“I do!”

“You do what?”

You grin, “I do think that!”

“I doubt it,” Karasu can’t help but tease you a bit.

You pout a little, “You are! I swear!” It’s a rare sight from you. One that karasu definitely appreciates.

“Oh really? You should say it more when you’re sober then.” Theres an underlying hint of something else underneath his teasing tone. “Anyways, let’s get you to bed. And some water.”

“Alright!”

Karasu gets up and steps to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he pours out some water into a glass.

He walks back to the living room, “Here. Now go get yourself cleaned up.”

You take the glass of water gratefully, lifting it up to your lips and taking a few sips before putting it back down, “ ‘m too tired… can you just stay here with me?” You scoot over to where Tabito is sitting and lean on his shoulder.

Your eyes widen as Tabito gently pushes you off.

You glance up at him, “Hm? Why’d ya pull away?”

“Yer drunk, y/n. Yer not in the right mind right now.”

You reply matter of factly, “Don’t you like me?”

“…Where’d ya get that idea?” Tabito asks with a hint of curiosity.

You let out a giggle. “Marisa told me today.”

“You were with Marisa?”

“Yeah. She told me ya liked me.”

“Yer drunk, y/n,” Tabito states

You exclaim, “Stop changing the subject, Tabito-chan! Do ya like me or not?”

He scoffs, “It’s not like you’ll remember this moment in the morning.”

You object, “So? Does that matter?”

“Yes! It does!”

“…”

“Look. Just… go to sleep. None of this matters. This is just some drunk rambling shit-“

“It’s not.” You interject.

“Yes it is. And it doesn’t even matter. It’s not like you’d admit to this conversation later.” He pauses a bit for continuing. “And it’s not like you like me back.”

“Yes I do! I do like you back-“

Tabito interrupts you. “Just- take a nice shower and go to sleep, y/n. You’ve had a long night.”

“But-“

“Please. Don’t get my hopes up.”

“Ok. Just please. Remind me about this in the morning- I know I’ll forget-“

“Alright.”

“…Can you stay over?” You ask.

“I’ll take the couch.”

“Ya sure?”

Tabito chuckles, “Where else would I sleep? I’m not some douchebag who would share a bed with a drunk woman.”

“Ok.”

You get up without another word and head to your room. Karasu hears the water running as he scrolls on his phone. Despite not being intoxicated, sleep takes over him as he lays his head down on one of your many decorative pillows.

You look at him from your bedroom door. Too tired to go over there yourself. You smile at him sleeping.

“Night, Tabito. Love ya” You say in a hushed whisper before crashing onto your bed.

A/n: damn yall that was probably the longest chapter I’ve done 4 this series so uh…. Hope yall enjoyed🫶🫶🫶 i do NOT know how these people write 10k long chapters like what??? Anyways byee‼️‼️🫶🫶 also please do not mind the timestamps those r so inconsistent and i work on this during the span of multiple days…

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And the newest chapter will probably be the longest in the series

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WAZZUUPPPPP ‼️‼️ may i request but a few moments of your time , for your writing would do numbers on my heart.

grovels at your feet. . . ( pre-wc ) kunigami childhood friends headcannons. . .

Childhood BFF!Kunigami Headcanons

Kunigami Rensuke x Fem!Reader-childhood friends to lovers

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Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami and you met in the 1st grade, when a group of boys was picking on you. Kunigami was in your class, and instantly came by your aide to defend you from them. The boys who made fun of you might’ve went away, but Kunigami didn’t.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami was practically stuck to you like glue- always following you wherever you went. You guys were inseparable- often doing things together.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who was fiercely overprotective of you from day one, not letting anyone hurt you.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami Who always claimed to be your hero (not that he was wrong)

“I may not be a superhero right now, but I can be your hero, right y/n-chan?” He exclaimed one day, grinning with a tooth missing.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who quickly introduced you to his sisters after that, claiming that “you guys would get along” (you three gave him a makeover that day)

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who started sharing his lunches with you in the 4th grade every time you forgot them at home. He couldn’t be a hero if he let you starve, right?

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who just watched from a distance when you got your first boyfriend in middle school. He knew you were your own person, entitled to your own feelings. But it still hurt, watching you with that guy.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami and you got into your first major fight in middle school. Kunigami told you about how he had heard your boyfriend talking about you in a horrible, degrading way, and you didn’t believe him. It was full of that classic middle school drama- angry texts to each other and vague social media posts.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami whom you found out was right about your boyfriend. You two had been avoiding each other for about a week now, and after hearing your boyfriend talking about you in that awful way, you promptly broke up either him in front of his friends (and slapped him).

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who comforted you as you apologized to him through tears, promising not to let something as stupid as this to get between you guys ever again

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who was relieved when everything went back to normal (and you broke up with that douchebag). It was the same old routine again. You guys would walk home together as usual- maybe stopping by the konbini to get a snack or two.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who was always a tad bit sad jealous whenever you got with someone. But you looked happy, so that was all that mattered.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who was there for everything. Study sessions, break ups, you name it. You could rely on him for anything.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who comforted you when you found out your boyfriend was cheating on you. You guys had been going strong, but then some girl had sent you a picture of him kissing someone else! You confronted him and the breakup was messy. Kunigami just held you as you rambled on and on about how stupid and worthless you were.

Your ranting is interrupted by a firm voice,“stop.”

You looked up at kunigami.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who then proceeded to tell you that you deserved more. That you were better.

“He cheated on you because he couldn’t see how valuable you are. One day you’ll find someone who actually appreciates you,” Kunigami said in a calming tone. “That day will come, trust me.”

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who was there. All the time. He didn’t have to say anything out loud to show he cared- his actions did that plenty.

You once even caught yourself thinking about how Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami has treated you better than any romantic partner. How he was always there. How he protected you when you guys were young. How he always remembered the small things. You didn’t have to ask- he’d just do it.

You and Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami didnt need words or grand gestures. It started off slow; with gazes lingering a bit too long to claim as ‘platonic’ and touches that teetered on the edge of friendship and romance. It was silent, but there.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who first kissed you goodbye when you guys parted ways outside your house. It was a cold day, but you could feel your once cold cheeks warm up at the sight of Kunigami walking away.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami and you stayed like that for a while; stolen kisses and secret touches nobody else could see. You guys didn’t need to be official. You already had something that didn’t need words.

Childhood Best Friend!Kunigami who finally asked you the question while sitting under a cherry blossom tree at the park.

“Hey, y/n. Do you like me back?” You look at him, cheeks heating up at the question.

You hesitate for a moment, “yeah.”

Kunigami stayed silent for a bit after that, holding your hand.

“Can i be your boyfriend?” Your eyes land on his, gazes meeting.

You smile back at kunigami, “Sure.”

Boyfriend!Kunigami took you out for ice cream later that evening. You guys sat in the small shop, sharing a scoop of ice cream; chatting about everything and nothing. Maybe… this was how it was meant to be all along.

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hi hi hi highihhi my beeauygifuk priujfress can i oleaaseeeee have a erm a love at first sight fic with nagi where she’s reos friend that like he recruits to manage the hakuho football team so she like randomly spawns in one day and then nagis like “oh my days… WHY CANT I BREATH AHHHHH!!!!!!!” i lovenyouuuuuu 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

“Love at first sight?”

nagi seishiro x fem!reader

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“Wait what- join the team? As… manager?” You were confused to say the least. You look up from your phone, seeing Reo grin in the afternoon light from the window to your left.

Reo exclaims, “yeah! Exactly! You’ll be our manager. It’ll be pretty easy-“

You interrupt before he can continue. “No… thanks… thank you for the offer anyway-“ you brush it off, but Reo is convinced. The purple haired boy continues.

“You’d be such a great manager y/n! Trust me- you know how to handle people and get them in control-“ To be honest, you had no interest in the soccer team. They were just another school team. It’s not any of your business. You weren’t even interested in the sport anyway, so why bother? There are probably many other people in this school suited for the job… Hell, some people would fight for this job. Getting to see the Reo Mikage up and close playing soccer would be considered a blessing by most.

When Reo asked you to at least consider it, you relented. “Fine- but give me two days to decide,” You continued, “But… I’d like to stop by the field after school to check in.”

Reo gave you that boyish smile, the one that charmed all the girls in the grade. You couldnt deny how your heart beat as you watched him step away, but thats just Reo-kun. He has that effect on everyone. It’s nothing.

Later that afternoon, you walk out the school building to the other side of campus- you havent been in this area in a while, since this is where the first year’s classes are. As you approach the field, you see that familiar tuft of purple hair. There are also some other guys practicing on the field, dribbling (is that what its called?) and shooting balls into the goal. But the thing that intrigues you most is a not-so-familiar white haired guy, on Reo’s back? Is Reo-kun giving him a piggyback ride? At practice? You press your hands against the fence surrounding the giant grassy field, but then back away slightly. Do I look like a creep?

As you observed from your spot by the fence, the more unusual this situation was getting. White haired boy- as you called him- did the bare minimum during drills and had reo carry him, as seen prior. Is he supposed to be an athlete? How is he on the team if he keeps slacking-? Wait- what was that?

“nice goal seishiro-kun!”

“nice! Keep up the good work!” A black haired boy gave him a thumbs up and patted his back.

Reo looked the most ecstatic- from the distance, you could easily tell he was praising the boy. It makes sense.

You barely saw it- from what you could recall, you had seen white haired boy do a turn in the air and shoot the ball into the goal. Ah, so thats why hes on the team, even though hes clearly such a slacker.

~~~~~~~~~ The next day, you went up to Reo-kun at lunch again. It was a struggle, seeing as to the amourn of people surrounding him.

“Reo-kun?” You call out to him. He whips his head toward the sound and sees you, walking forward.

“y/n-san! So, how about that offe-“

You accidentally cut him off, “i accept.” Shit. Did that sound too eager?

Reo’s face goes from shock to happiness. “Really-? But its only been a day- are you sure?”

“Yes. Im sure.” You pause a bit before continuing, “i… i saw your guy’s practice yesterday. I was only there for five minutes- you probably did see me. But i stayed long enough to watch that guy, the one with white hair, make a shot where he jumped in the air and scored-“

You didnt know if it was possibly for reo’s eyes to light up even more, but they did.

“Youre talking about nagi and that insane trickshot, right?” Reo said.

“nagi, hm?” So that was his name.

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That afternoon, you made your way to that same soccer field, where the boys’ team was practicing again. You saw Reo, but your eyes drifted over to that… what was his name? Nagi guy. Right.

Reo spotted you from the distance and waved you over. You speed your pace up a bit and stand next to him, when he calls out all the other guys on the team.

Reo tries grabbing their attention, “Guys! Guys!” The team gathers up around him. You can feel their curious glances. In the back, you see that guy Reo-kun was talking about- Nagi. Wait… how should I address him? I think thats his first name.

Reo nudges you to speak and introduce yourself. Right. “Hello,” you give a slight bow to the boys, “My name is y/n, and i hope you guys will accept me as the new manager of the Hakuho football team. Thank you.”

Once you stand back up, you can clearly see their reactions. Some of them bow, others whisper, and a few are a bit surprised. Your gaze doesnt stay on them long and falls to a familiar white haired boy. There he is- Nagi.

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Nagi knew his life changed when he met Reo.

His once boring, dull life, instantly switched when he met him. Sure, soccer was a hassle and he’d much rather play games, but it was more eventful. At least reo wasn’t much of a hassle.

Nagi wasn’t one for feelings, until you showed up.

Nagi peers at you from behind the other guys,“my name is y/n, and i hope you guys will accept me as the new manager of the Hakuho football team. Thank you,” you rise up from your bow.

hm. She seems formal, he mentally notes.

Practice continues as normal, with them doing all kinda of different drills he forgot the names of. But nagi’s eyes barely left your body. There was something about you that just felt… right

It got worse when you started handing out water bottles to the guys, giving everyone that same gentle smile.

Once it was Nagi’s turn, he glanced at your face and grabbed the bottle out of your hand, your fingers brushing against each other. His breath hitches for a moment.

Nagi spoke up, trying to hide how flustered he was, “thanks.”

“Youre welcome!” There it was. That smile.

Nagi immediately turned away, not wanting to expose himself. Suddenly, everything around him (and you) felt amplified. He could feel his heart beat. He could feel palms sweat. The white haired boy did a double take, looking back at you. You still looking at Nagi. Nagi however, immediately turned his head away at the embarrassment. Shit. Am I weird for doing that? Its just a girl… why am i acting weird? What was happening to him?

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A/n: hihi moot!! anyways this request was rlly fun to write, but srry for the delay (its been months) since its break, im trying to be as productive as possible. I’ll get to your other request soon trust🙏 anyways consider this a little gift for u!!! Hope u enjoyed it and it wad what u wanted ;)

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RULES FOR REQUESTING + DNI

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Do Not Interact If….

-if youre homophobic/transphobic (anything in that list). This is a safe space for everyone!

-youre a creep. Dont go asking for nudes…. Because wtf…. just respect me and my boundaries

-if you support anything such as racism, transphobia, pedophilia, zoophilia, etc.

-just be a decent person and have common sense.

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Rules for Requesting:

-NO SMUT. I do not want to write smut, but i am open to suggestive things!

-no kinky shit either. Basically dont request anything in my DNI because i will not write it.

-x reader makes up a large majority of my fanfics, but i am willing to do character x character! Just send in an ask if youre curious, since i usually get to those fast

-just know that it will take me… uh… a while to get to my asks since i am a very busy person, but i try

-i also might ignore your request if im not familiar with the character and i dont want to mischaracterize them OR if youre not specific enough. Please go into DETAIL about what you want- i dont mind at all! I want you to be happy with your request!!!

-i also do platonic requests! However, i am going to assume its romantic unless explicitly stated!!!

-i also do SMAUs! Feel free to req those as well!

-when doing romantic requests, i go with fem!reader as a default, but i can try gn/ make reader for anyone who wants it!

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FANDOMS/CHARACTERS I WILL WRITE FOR:

BLUE LOCK;

Isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, reo mikage, karasu tabito, rin itoshi, chigiri hyoma, oliver aiku, kunigami rensuke, yukimiya kenyu, and otoya eita

HAIKYUU!!;

hinata shoyo, kageyama tobio, nishinoya yuu, tsukishima kei, sugawara koushi, oikawa toru, iwaizumi hajime, kozume kenma, kuroo tetsuro, yaku morisuke, haiba lev, bokuto koutaro, and akaashi keiji,

SK8 THE INFINITY;

Literally everyone except maybe that red haired government official

LINK CLICK;

Literally everyone/ anyone excluding the twins bc i will not be writing about them. Oh and i wont be writing about anyone thats CURRENTLY dead.

HONKAI: STAR RAIL;

im open to doing anyone except people introduced in amphoreus, since i havent done the quest yet. Just ask, and ill see!

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ready to make your request? Put it in my ask box! 💌

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XENA’s MASTERLIST…

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This is where you can find all the stories written by Xena herself! (Sorted by fandom, of course)

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HAIKYUU!!

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as more and more requests flood in for different fandoms, ill make masterlists and update the tags for each one! Ty for reading, requesting, and interacting with my stories! I really appreciate it!

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HAIKYUU!! MASTERLIST

…where you can find anything and everything i wrote for this damn sports manga; from x readers to all the gay you want! (Sorted by school, character/ship)

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KARASUNO:

Tsukishima kei:

-“get off of me!”

Nishinoya Yū

-“0 rizz💔💔”

AOBA JOHSAI:

Oikawa torū:

-“who’s she here for?”

-“not your type?!”

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BLUE LOCK MASTERLIST

…where you can find anything and everything i wrote for this damn sports manga; from x readers to all the gay you want! (Sorted by character/ship)

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KARASU TABITO:

-Ruler of my Heart (smau +written series)

NAGI SEISHIRO:

-“Love at first sight?” (Oneshot)

KUNIGAMI RENSUKE:

-Childhood BFF!Kunigami Headcanons

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imagine nishinoya fumbling it with like kiyoko’s equally hot friend who’s a manager in training or whatever

i’d like to imagine he just has zero rizz bcs i think that’s funny hehe

pls and tysm in advance!! ☺️

“Zero rizz💔💔💔”

nishinoya yū x fem reader

-when nishinoya first saw you when you were being introduced to the team, he couldnt believe it. Someone as beautiful as kiyoko-san? There was no way that was possible. But his eyes sure were saying the opposite….

-For a while, he was in denial. Surely… surely you had some sort of flaw? But as the days went on and he watched, he couldnt find a single one

-as for you, you were certainly confused as to why he was so… quiet around you. You made your best effort to be nice. But nothing made sense… did you do something wrong

-nishinoya, being nishinoya, develops feelings for you. All of a sudden, hes volunteering to help you out. He offers to hand our waterbottles and towels. You, of course accept the offer gratefully

-you smile gently, “really? Thanks, nishinoya-kun! That’d be such a great help!”

-you were chatting with kiyoko as nishinoya carried all the energy drinks to the rest of the team, insisting he could ‘do it himself’ and proceeds to TRIP.

-not only that, but all the water got on you. It didnt help it was cold… you’d have to change to your normal uniform now.

-you saw the guilty look on his face as he took in your soaked appearance. “oh my god- are you alright-?!”

-“y-yeah. Im fine” you shrug it off.

-“im so so sorry!” The brown haired boy proceeded to bow to you. “Let me get you a towel-!”

-you stop him from running away. “Nishinoya-kun. Its alright, really. An honest mistake. I have spare clothes in my locker. Ill just change into my uniform- you focus on getting the waterbottles filled back up, kay?“

-“k-kay…” he mumbled as your figure disappeared in the distance. The rest of the team teased him about it later; how he was practically stuttering like a romance manga girl…

-it didnt help that the next few days, whenever he tried to help you, he would do something similar and screw up. Handing out towels? He dropped them on the floor beforehand. Helping you record stats? He couldnt remember any numbers! (Because you were there)

-And its not like he even looked cool during practice anymore! You’d often catch nishinoya distracted, looking in your direction and then making a terrible play. Weird.

-the teasing didnt stop. Unbeknownst to you, the karasuno guys didnt stop teasing him about his crush on you. How ‘pathetic’ he was for tripping in front of you and screwing everything up. Yeah. He decided. This was hell.

-you’ve been co-manager for the team for about two months now and you’ve often noticed how nishinoya acts around you. You assumed he was the type that needed time to adjust to new people, but you’ve been attending practices for two months now!

-one day, when practice ran late, you decide to get to the bottom of it.

-“nishinoya-kun. May i talk to you for a bit? In private please.” you gave that sweet smile, praying he would say sure. And he did.

-you clear your throat before continuing. “I’ve… i’ve noticed how clumsy and nervous you get when im around. Please dont take this weirdly- but am i bothering you?”

-“no-! Of course not-” Nishinoya denies, his cheeks reddening.

-“are you sure? I mean, if im making you uncomfortable- i can back off.” You offer, not wanting to make Nishinoya uncomfortable. Are there other guys on the team that feel like this? Your thoughts spiral, but nishinoya speaks up again.

-“q-quite the opposite actually-“ his face reddens even more and he covers his mouth, “I-i mean- not in that way-“ nishinoya ends up burying his face into his hands to avoid further embarrassment.

-“i-i mean- forget i said anything!” And with that, he rushes off to the other guys.

-youre left standing there, confused. Huh? Did i do something wrong?

-and its not until youre home in the shower that you realize why he might be so nervous. Oh…!

-eh… well… maybe nishinoya’s patheticness is kind of cute…

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