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Lights Are On | Tsukishima K.

Sorry for not updating! Life got insane if I listed it all out I’d have to make an entire paragraph

Also sorry for not posting the Suna one, I got commissioned to do this one! So I hope you enjoy!

This week seemed like nothing but a drag. For starters, Monday you woke up late, and your alarm clock didn’t go off because your phone wasn’t plugged in and died. The rest of the week seemed like nothing but loads and loads of homework assignments. And to top it all off, you just barely failed your math test. The world had it out for you.

But you had one thing to look forward to.

Your boyfriend.

Tsukishima Kei.

You two met when you were younger, in your first year of middle school. He was trying out for boys' volleyball, and you wandered into the wrong gym by accident trying to find the girls' volleyball gym. You ran into him and that sparked a conversation of witty remarks and sarcastic comebacks. Safe to say, he had some respect for you.

The summer before your first year of high school, he had asked you out. Everything in your eyes was perfect.

You were so supportive of him with volleyball. You ended up quitting because the girl's team wasn’t consistent and you thought of exploring your interests. Michimiya acknowledged your way of thinking and directed you to student council. You thought It’d be great for your future so you signed right up.

You were not prepared

You were not prepared at all.

You didn’t expect there to be so many projects you’d have to take on. All the papers that needed to fill out were insane. You bit more than you could chew due to others who weren’t putting in their effort. This led to you pulling multiple all-nighters and setting aside your needs.

But you always made time for him.

Every game of his you came to cheer him on, regardless of how he told you not to. You knew deep down he appreciated it.

With your combined workloads, you guys didn’t have much time to hang out or go on dates. You barely saw each other at school due to him being in class 1-4 and you being in class 1-5. That's how you made friends with Yachi and Kyoko.

It was finally Saturday and Tsukishima had a game. You were loaded with work, but the thought of seeing someone who loved you made the day a little bit better, so you went.

You knew this was important to him. It was the big game against shiratorizawa, the deciding factor on which team would go to nationals. You had faith in him.

But your heart dropped the moment the ball hit his fingers. By the way, he bent down, you knew something was up. You slowly recognized the red blood dripping from his skin as he walked off the court with Kyoko following behind. You were panicked. How could you not be?

You knew they wouldn’t let you into the nurse's office to see him, so you texted his phone. You may or may not have gone just a little overboard with worry and sent good 20-ish texts asking how he was.

Before you knew it, he was running back onto the court with Kyoko in toll. You couldn’t help but find it a little strange as he didn’t respond to your messages.

The game was over. They had won.

He had won.

You were so excited, you ran down to the first floor to congratulate him. It was crowded but you didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was him.

You reached the floor and made your way to the team. At the sight of everyone being celebrated, you spotted two blonde and green-haired best friends talking. Yamaguchi’s parents never show up to games, and Tsukishima’s brother was still making his way down.

As you walked closer, you started to hear their conversation.

But your demeanor surely changed.

“I’m sure they were just worried for you-” The shorter one spoke

“I don’t care. It's annoying and they should know it.” Said none other than your dearest boyfriend.

“I don’t need to be babied. I’m fine and it’s annoying as hell for them to constantly spam my phone over a small injury. I barely see them anymore, if they truly cared they’d make more time for me. There’s no way they’re that busy. I'm getting sick of it.”

Oh.

oh…

Your heart shattered.

That’s really what he’s been thinking all along.

Was everything just a lie?

You were in shock. You woke out of your trance as someone bumped your shoulder. Yachi and Kyoko were making their way through.

“Oh hey!” Yachi waved at you. “I’m so glad you made it! It was awesome wasn’t it!”

“Yeah…” You looked down, “It was.”

Kyoko looked at you with slight concern. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh it’s… um, it’s nothing.” You tried to laugh off, “I just have a lot of work to do, so I’ll be going.” And before they could say anything, you walked off.

You walked your way back home, pace slightly fast as you wanted to be in the comforts of your room before the tears fall out.

You reached your front door and slammed it shut. You couldn’t even slide down the door and wallow since you had papers to fill out. Taking off your shoes, you trekked your way to your room, not bothering to state your presents as your parents weren’t there. They barely were.

Being at home alone all the time made you feel like a ghost.

Like you’re just floating.

Like the lights were on, but nobodies home.

As you worked and worked, downing a coffee and a half, the clock went from 18:07 to 2:28. You had a headache and you weren't even done yet. Stacks of paper filled your desk as your laptop sat parallel to you, the glow making your head hurt worse.

Then there was a very faint knock.

You laid your head in your hands as you bent over onto your desk, fighting the urge to cry. Why was the world against you? All the work. All the pressure. All the absence of those who you loved.

Who you thought loved you.

The knock repeated.

You didn’t bother getting up. What lunatic was at your door at 2:30 in the morning? Being broken into was the last thing you needed.

You were so stuck in your thoughts you didn’t hear footsteps make their way over to your room and open the door.

“Can I come in?”

You didn’t bother turning. Didn’t even reply.

You heard the creek of your bed dip as you figured he sat down. You bed was right next to you desk, so he was sitting not far behind your chair.

“I saw your texts.” He started softly, “And I know you heard me. Yachi told me you left after I had asked if she’d seen you. Kyoko said you seemd upset and I knew you had listened in. I couldn’t sleep, and with the eye bags you come in with every morning I thought you’d might be awake.”

You removed your hands but kept you head on the desk facing down. You couldn’t find the energy to reply. He continued.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voiced questioned with a hint of concern, “Is all of this… Has this been what you’ve been dealing with all this time?”

He picked up some papers in the stack closest to him. You hummed a noise of affirmation.

He sighed, “Look. Im sorry. I guess all the adrenaline from the game got to my head and I said things I didn’t necessarily mean. It’s more of… I just missed you. Okay.”

You turned your head to look at him. He looks back at you.

“You’re an idiot.”

“Wow. I pour the little words I can from my heart to you and this is the thanks I get.” He replied.

You chuckled and rubbed your eyes. “I missed you, too.”

He got up from the bed and stood behind you, leaning down to hug you and rested his head on your collar.

“Take a break.” He mumbled.

“I’d love to, but these papers-”

“We can figure out the papers in the morning. You need rest. And I need my dork back.” He smiled.

“Oh shut up you.” You chuckled at his statements.

“I will when you take a break.” He sighed at you.

You stared at your work load and contemplated. But you were so tired you couldn’t think properly. Your boyfriend noticed and took the chance to start nudging you off the chair and guided you to bed. You laid down and he joined you, snuggling and he wrapped his arms around your torso.

As you drifted to sleep, you discarded the workload of those who couldn’t do the work for themselves. Don’t wake us up, we got nothing for you.

Yeah.

Maybe this can work.

There aint no love

like our love.

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #tsukishima x you #tsukishima #tsukishima kei #tsukishima kei x reader #tsukishima x y/n #tsukishima scenarios #tsukishima fluff #hq tsukishima #haikyuu tsukishima #tsukishima kei x you

[givemeasinglekidney]

Hey guys, it’s me, ya gorl, back at it again

Uh so anyway Im writing a new one shot (Spoiler alert: it’s a Suna x reader and it has to do with arctic monkeys) but I’m kinda bored so please send me ideas! I’ll make a list of what I do and don’t do and what fandoms I’m doing but I’ll make a separate post later:

I do:

Fluff

Hurt/comfort (my favorite)

Found family

Angst

Scenarios/ headcannons

Match ups

Incorrect quotes

Character x character

Character x y/n (more favorable ig)

I do NOT:

Smut

Age gaps

Student/teacher

Turn ons

Incest

Homophobia

Racism

Abilist

I have the right to turn down any request I find uncomfortable.

My space is inclusive and when writing I try to make it so anyone reading can depict themselves in the story. Unless specified I won’t add any extra details about how the reader looks.

Fandoms:

Haikyuu (I’m most familiar with this so these requests will be priority)

Assassination classroom

My hero (I’ve only watched till season 3 and haven’t watched it in like 3 years so bare with me-)

The promised neverland (kinda iffy on this one tho cause they’re children ya know, more of a found family kinda beat)

Ouran highschool host club

Hunter x Hunter (I only know the 4 main characters tho)

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu!! #assassination classroom #assclass #assclass x reader #my hero acedamia #my hero academy fanfiction #my hero imagines #my hero headcanons #mha #mha x you #mha x reader #mha x y/n #tpn #tpn incorrect quotes #the promised neverland #tpn x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hunter x hunter x y/n #hunter x hunter x reader #hxh x you #hxh x y/n

[givemeasinglekidney]

Attention| Kuroo T.

time for some hurt/comfort as requested by my friend.

Pronouns are female but if wanted I can make a gender-neutral version!

TW: Swearing, Yelling, and creepy dude

Synopsis: Your both stressed about exams, he lashes out, you walk home and encounter someone.

Words: 1870

It was the middle of finals week, every student's most hated favorite week the education system has to bring. For 3rd years, this could finalize GPAs and getting into a certain college, so everyone’s up to their neck with studies, including you and your boyfriend, Kuroo Tetsurou.

You hadn’t been able to see him in weeks outside of school because of how busy you’d both been. He had volleyball practice and you had your own club activities to attend on top of your academics. You had decided that you wanted to see him finally. You were nothing but stressed out and anxious, and seeing Kuroo would bring you some peace and tie you back down to earth to feel loved.

You texted him about wanting to see him and you both set up a study date at his house. You packed your bag full of study material and headed over. He lived a while away walking but you didn't mind. A little exercise doesn’t hurt, right?

After a small journey and a snack, you knocked on his door and waited until he let you in.

As he opened the door, all he gave was a small “Hey.” and he turned back to go to his room. You expected a little more but let it slide since he might’ve been in the middle of a paper and had his mind focused on it. You followed him to his room and sat across from him at the table in the middle.

He immediately went back to typing on his computer, occasionally writing things down in his notebook. You went ahead and took out some stationery like pencils, pens, highlighters, and sticky notes along with your notebook, laptop, and pocky.

After an hour he had said about two words to you. You had asked a few questions about the material in your study guide and he’d only respond with “mhm,” or “I dunno.”. Now you started to get slightly irritated. You understand that he’s focused and very responsible about his grades, but he can spare a few seconds to answer your question, right?

You were a good ten minutes into your chemistry packet and were lost. Maybe taking AP chemistry wasn’t the smartest choice you ever made. You got by, but you tended to struggle.

“Hey, Tetsu,” You spoke up, “Can you help me out with this? I'm confused about the whole Singular, Double replacement along with Combustion and then balancing it.”

Silence.

“Tetsu.”

“Mhm…”

“Tetsurou are you even listening to me?”

…

“Tetsurou!”

“WHAT?” He yelled “What could you possibly want? Can’t you see I'm busy? You can literally look it up yourself, why ask me when I’m clearly in the middle of something!”

You felt yourself shrink into a ball. You just looked down at your paper and went silent. He didn’t even bat an eye, going straight back to what he was doing previously.

“Listen,” he didn’t look up from his laptop,” If you’re looking for attention, this isn’t the place.”

It was then your heart dropped. Maybe, you were annoying. Maybe you were just looking for attention. Were you really that lonely that there was no one else to hang out with? At these times? Maybe he was just stressed. Maybe you were stressed. Maybe he didn’t mean it.

But maybe doesn’t mean anything.

After a good few minutes of contemplating, you grabbed your things and packed up your bag. You gave him one last look and he never looked up. You left his room, followed by his house entirely.

By now, it had gotten dark. Not dark like ten-at-night-dark but dark enough that the street lamps had come on. You walked back in silence. Your headphones had died at his house since you had forgotten to charge them beforehand. Now you were stuck with your thoughts. How delightful.

You put your focus on your feet, trying to keep your mind off what had just occurred only a few minutes ago. It’d be at least twenty minutes before you’d get home. Having walked for a good ten, the sky only got darker.

The neighborhood was quiet and lonely. The kids had gone back inside from their outside activities which left the streets feeling like a ghost town. But that didn’t last for long. Like everything in life, something comes along to, in an optimistic way to put it, spice things up.

Thud thud thud

What was that?

Thud thud thud

Was it just your feet?

Thud thud thud

No, it was out of sync with your pace. You felt eyes on the back of your head.

Thud thud thud

They were becoming louder.

Thud thud thud

You tried increasing your walking speed, hoping to make it home faster, as you were paranoid to look back.

Thud thud thud

Faster and closer the steps became.

You felt a hand. A strong hand on your wrist.

You panicked, you couldn’t scream for help.

“Excuse me,” They started, “You dropped this.”

Your wallet. You dropped your wallet and this nice guy just wanted to give it back. Bruh

“Oh, thank you! I had no idea!” You mentioned. Welp, there was nothing to worry about, you’re just paranoid.

“It’s no problem.” He replied. You got a good look at him. Tall, with a slight build to him. He was dressed in a hoodie and blue jeans. Just some guy. Some dude. Yup, definitely one of the dudes ever.

“Well, I need to be going, thank you!” You perked and turned around to walk away.

‘Hold on a sec.”

Fucking damn it-

“A pretty lady like you shouldn’t be walking alone this late at night.” He said, “Im heading over to eat with some friends, why don’t you join me?”

“I'm good, thank you.” You said, slightly startled. “As I said, I have to get going.”

He grabbed your arm, “Oh come on. Have some fun… You know, my friends would love to be around such a pretty girl like you.”

Oh hell nah-

“Hey, what the fuck is wrong with you? I’m not going-”

“Oh don’t be such a bitch!” He yelled, keeping his grip on you as you struggle out of it, “You’ll have everyone’s attention. All eyes on you. A lady like you would love that, wouldn’t you?”

Attention.

All eyes on you.

“Hey!” You hear a voice in the distance. “Get your hands off her!”

Kuroo…

“Hey man, chill, we’re just talking, isn’t that right sweetheart?” He looked at you with threatening eyes. Disgusting. You couldn’t say anything. Fear and anxiety had swept you away and you could only comply with the silence. “We were just about to head over and grab a bite.”

“Yeah right. That’s bullshit if I’ve ever heard it.” Kuroo spat back.

“Watch your fucking mouth, dude.” the creep answered, his arm wrapped over your shoulder. “Our status is none of your goddamn business.”

Kuroo looked around franticly, but just with his eyes.

Your wallet.

In shock and fear, you had dropped your wallet.

The creep ended up seeing it but had been too slow to pick it up before your love had.

“What’s her name?” Your boyfriend questioned, looking like he was ready to deck the dude. “If you know her so well what's her fucking name?” He held up your wallet. You didn’t have your license yet so there was no form of actual identification on there. But the dude didn’t have to know that.

He stared at your boyfriend, standing his guard. He relaxed a little and spoke up. “Listen, dude, you got me. But hey, I just wanna take her out. You get it right?” he gave a half-assed smile hoping to convince the rooster head in front of him to let him off the hook.

“No way in hell” He spoke with slight venom, “‘Cause that ‘girl’ you got wrapped around your arm is my girlfriend.”

He froze. Caught in a lie.

He pushed you behind him and stepped forward.

“Yeah right. Look who’s spewing bullshit now.” He got all tough, hoping to scare your boyfriend away, but that didn't really work.

Cause he decked him.

Yup, you read that right.

He fucking decked him.

Welp-

“What the hell dude!-” He tried to get a word in Kuro had already grabbed your arm and made a run for it.

After turning a few corners, he finally stopped. He was slightly out of breath while you were breathing heavily. He turned to you and grabbed your shoulders.

“Hey,” He breathed, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah…” You painted, avoiding eye contact,” I’m good… I’m alright.”

“Hey, look at me.” He cupped your chin. There was an ever so slight plea in his voice you could just barely recognize.

“Please…” You looked at him, finally. His eyes filled with worry, “Did he hurt you?”

“...No, no I’m okay. I lived.” You answered, regaining your breath.

He let out a breath and looked down.

“Holy shit… I was so worried.”

“Yeah… I bet you were,” You said, feeling slightly guilty. “Sorry.”

“No no no no,” He shut you up and looked back at you, “You have nothing to apologize for, I’m an ass, okay. If anything I’m the one who’s sorry. I’m so stressed right now but you are too. I know you needed this and I ruined it for you. I'm so, so sorry.” He apologized, genuinely.

“And that,” He mentioned “That guy was in no way your fault. Never is, never will be. You’re just so pretty, and I’m so lucky to be the one who gets you.”

Your eyes water a bit. You go in for a hug and he wraps his arms back around you, bringing you a sense of safety and security.

“I love you, I promise. Right now just isn’t my best moment to see you.” He started, “ But after finals are over with, I promise I’ll make all the time in the world for you. You deserve my attention.”

You stood there. You didn’t know what to say.

“Thank you.” You mustered up.

He walked you back to your house, the whole twenty minutes, never letting go of your hand. He stopped at your front door and looked at you. He leaned in and met your lips. You two stayed like that for a bit, just taking in each other's presence. When you broke it off to head inside, you saw how he looked at you with such admiration.

Such love.

Then you knew, he truly did love you.

#haikyū!! #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #kuroo testuro #haikyuu kuroo #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo x you #kuroo angst #kuroo fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu fluff

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Star Face | Yamaguchi T.

TW: Cursing

I know the fandom has been back and forth about whether Yamaguchi has freckles or acne. I like to think they're freckles but for the sake of this story, they’re acne!

Sending love to all my freckled and acne-prone readers!

(It’s not specified if you have acne/ freckles but it also doesn't say you don’t have them so this still works for all readers!)

Synopsis: Yams is insecure about his acne, so you introduce him to skin care.

Words: 3155

‘Yamaguchi Tadashi’ read in the notebook in front of you.

The notebook sat lonely on the concrete steps. You picked it up and turned to the first page to see if you could identify how to return it. You had nothing better to do during lunch, so why not.

‘Yamaguchi Tadashi, class 4-1’. Perfect.

You made your way back to the year 1 hallway. You yourself were in class 1-5, so finding class 1-4 was no challenge.

You walk through the already-opened sliding door. You had an idea of what he looked like, being on the school's volleyball team and best friends with Tsukishima. You weren’t the biggest Tsukishima fan, but it’s hard not to know who he is when more than half your female class finds him attractive.

You spot him sitting at his desk talking to a girl sitting across from him. You thought nothing of it until you took a closer look at his facial expression. Did he look… uncomfortable? Awkward? Maybe both.

You stepped close enough to eavesdrop on what the conversation was about…

“So, you think you can put in a word about me to Tsukishima?” She batted her eyes.

Is she serious?

“I don’t know…” He spoke nervously,” He’s not a fan of talking through others. It’d be better if you just talked to him yourself.”

“Please?” She begged, “I’m shy~, and you’re a nice guy, right? So you’ll tell him about me?”

“As I said, I don't know…”

“Oh come on, just because you don’t get anyone doesn’t mean you have to ruin other people's chances.” She got upset. “All I’m asking is one sentence about me? You can do that.”

“Be so fucking for real right now.” You interrupted.

“Excuse me?” She turned her head to you, looking offended.

“No because what am I hearing right now? You need a serious reality check if you think you’re getting tickets to that show.”

“We’re having a conversation here.” She tried arguing. You were taking anything she was going to spew.

“What you’re having is a one-sided convo on how your sorry ass knows she ain't shit, trying to use a guy's best friend to hook her up with him.” You told her off, “Leave him alone.”

She gave you the stink eye as she got up to go find her friends.

You sat down where she used to reside and faced the guy. He was quiet and looked shy even. Maybe more nervous than anything.

“Sorry about that,” You started, “It was too hard to watch.”

“Oh, uh, no worries.” He replied.

You set down his notebook on his desk. “I found this outside, you’re Yamaguchi, right?” You questioned, even though you were sure you had the right person. Never hurts to make sure.

“Yeah,” He answered. “That’s me. Thanks, I didn’t even realize it was missing.” He grabbed the notebook and put it in his bag.

“It’s no problem. I’m (L/N) (Y/N), but you can call me (Y/N). I’m not big on formalities.” You introduced yourself. “You’re on the volleyball team right, right?”

And that’s how it all started. A one-in-a-million chance of meeting started a beautiful yet chaotic friendship.

Now, in the present, you’ve been friends with him for almost a year. Obviously, being his friend meant you also became friends with Tsukishima and the rest of the volleyball team. Let’s just say your life became a lot more chaotic, not that you weren't here for it.

You were waiting for Yamaguchi outside his house. You found out about his extra practice at Shimada mart a few months back when you went to buy some ramen. You sometimes join him and buy him lunch in case he overworks himself.

You’d been standing there for five minutes before you got a bit worried. What was taking him so long?

You decided to take matters into your own hands and looked around for a spare house key. You finally found it under a random rock and unlocked the door.

Taking off your shoes, you made your way to his room.

“Yama?” You knocked on his door, “Yams, you there?”

You opened the door after no response. He wasn’t in his room… weird.

You walked down the hall to see light emitting from the bathroom door. You gave a knock.

“Yama?” You started, “Everything alright…?”

There was slight shuffling from the other side of the door. You heard a click, signifying he unlocked the door. You’re greeted with his figure facing you, his face slightly to the side, looking at the ground like he was trying to avoid your gaze.

“Yeah, I’m ready,” He walked past you to get his stuff, “Sorry for the wait.

As he grabbed his things, you took a better look at his face. His eyes looked slightly bloodshot and his under eyes were pink. You became worried but didn’t say anything in the meantime.

It was a silent walk there, which is unusual since you two tend to talk enthusiastically to each other. You just didn’t want to make him uncomfortable by any means so you kept quiet for now until you arrived.

“I’m gonna head out back,” He breaks the silence, “Tell Shimada I’m out practicing.”

“Yeah, sure.” You replied as you went your separate ways; he went out back and you went inside the store.

“Hello-,” He stopped once he saw who entered the doors. “Oh, hey (L/N)! What brings you here?” He placed a box of goods down in front of a shelf. No one else was in the store. Tuesdays were usually slow and today you guys didn’t have school per student holiday. You walked over to where he bent down to start stocking the shelf.

“Oh, just came over with Yamaguchi. He’s out practicing.” You answer. “Hey, Shimada… Has there been anything…off(?) with Yama?”

“What do you mean?” He asks as he looks up at you. He pickles up the now empty box and walks towards the back storage.

“I dunno,” You looked down slightly, “But he hasn't seemed like himself too much lately. I thought you might know something about that. I’d ask stingyshima but he’d tell me to mind my own business.” You ever so slightly mumbled that last comment to yourself.

Shimada faced away from you still holding the box but turned his head slightly back. “Hmm… I’m not sure. Maybe he’s down about his float serves not being how he wishes. I don't know kid, why not ask?”

Why not ask?

Gee, why didn’t you think about that

Truth be told, you wanted to, but you felt… scared? You didn’t want to put him in an uncomfortable position. But he’s your friend and you care about him. Maybe more than a normal friend should, but you wanted to know how to make him happy.

You gave a nod, letting shimada go back to work, and searched the shelves for some snacks for when you make Yamaguchi take a small break. You picked out some onigiri, water for him, and (F/D) for yourself. You paid for your goods and headed outside to see your friend on one side of the net and an empty water bottle on the other side.

He threw the ball up and hit it over the net. It was a good service, but it had just barely missed the bottle. As you looked back he has a face of defeat and irritation. You cleared your throat to get his attention. He looked over at you.

You held up the bag of goods in your hand. “Snacky time~” (As Tanaka would say)

You both took a seat next to each other against the fence as you laid the bag down. You gave him an onigiri and water and he mumbled a ‘thanks’ in return.

“Itadakimasu,” You both said as you began to eat.

Silence took over the two of you. It couldn’t take it anymore, what was up with him?

“So what's up with you?”

Well… what a way to be blunt.

“Huh?” He avoids answering, “What do you mean?”

“I mean you’ve been acting off.” You confront him. There's no backing out now. “What’s on your mind?”

He’s quiet. Like his mind is going through a million different answers and trying to carefully hand-pick the best one. You start getting self-conscious.

“Is… it me?” You ask. No, not everything is about you, but he seemed to be almost ignoring your existence today. You just wanted to help solve the problem. “I can leave if you want-”

“No, no, no!” He stops you in your tracks, “It’s not you at all, it's just that… I don't know, I- ughhhhh” He sighs and slides down the fence as his hands cover his face. You giggle at his little predicament. He let out a mumble of words.

“What? I can’t understand you like that.” You tell him while letting out a little laugh.

“Do you think… they make me ugly…?”

“What?” Your what meant different things. What “they” was he talking about? What made him ugly? How could he think he was ugly?

“My acne… does it make me look bad?” He opened a gap between his fingers to look at you. You looked at him sympathetically.

“What- of course not. Why would you ever think that?” You grabbed his arm to help scoot him back up to a sitting position. He took a bit of his onigiri and wrapped his arms around his knees to rest his head sideways to look at you.

“Because,” He sighed “When I was younger I would always get picked on for it. I got it early on in while in elementary and it hasn't gone away. I guess being friends with a guy half the female student population finds attractive, I still get self-conscious about my face….Maybe it’s dumb-”

“Of course, it’s not dumb, Yama.” You interrupt him, “I’m sorry you went through that, but I think their opinions are utter BS.” You tell him while looking at your half-eaten onigiri.

“What do you mean?” He asks

“I mean-” You stop and think, “You know what. Let’s cut practice short for today. I just made new plans.” You get up and stuff the rest of the onigiri down your throat as you get your things to go back inside.

“Wait, what do you mean?” He got up in hurry, reluctant but still followed,” Where are we going?”

“My house, dork!” You exclaimed as you picked up your pace. You said your goodbyes to Shimada and headed to your home.

You reach your humble abode and make your way to your bathroom. Yamaguchi is still in pursuit, yet utterly confused as to what you have in mind.

You reach into a drawer and pull out a large basket of products.

“What's that?” He asks as you place the basket on the counter.

(Even if you don’t have one, for the sake of the story your bathroom is bigger than the average)

“Skincare!” You exclaim, “And you are my project for today!”

“Skincare? I didn’t know you did skin care.” You said as he looked cluelessly at the products you had.

“Well, like most average human beings, my skin needs some help and I like to keep it as nice as I can!” You tell him as you look through the basket, mentally making a skin plan for the day. “And I thought it’d be fun to do it with you.”

“Are you sure… I’ve never really done this before…”

“You want to better your skin right?” You look at him as you grab two small packages. “Well, skin care is one step in the right direction! First, face masks!”

You hand him a purple package. You pull out two headbands from the basket and hand him the black one as you settle for the white one.

“You want to push all your hair out of your face before putting anything on, you don't want this stuff in your hair.” You instructed, “Nothing bad will happen, it’s just really annoying.”

He does as instructed and you pick up your bag.

“These are clay masks.” You tell him, “You spread it all over your face and let it sit for like fifteen-twenty minutes.” You open your bag and start applying it all over your face, avoiding your mouth and eyes.

He looks as you apply it. You look back at him when you're done.

“Here, let me put it on you.” You say as you take the bag and open it. You put some on your fingers and reach for his face.

“You might feel a little sting, but that’s normal.” You tell him as you apply the mask. “It just means it’s working!”

As you spread the mask on his cheeks, you speak up again. “You know the most important rule when doing skin care?”

“What?” He looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“That no matter what, whether your skin clears up completely or it only does so much, you are perfect looking just the way you are.” You smile

If you look close enough, you can see a little light in his eye turn

You finish applying the mask and you both look into the mirror. You both looked like weirdos.

“We look great!” You exclaimed, humor in your words.

He chuckled at your statement. “Well, what now? We got twenty minutes, right?” He asks.

Yeah, you did have plenty of time to do whatever else. “Well, we’re gonna be here for a while. If we want to do a thorough skin routine, it could take, like, two hours upwards.” You thought for a second, before proposing an idea, “Why don’t we start something together? Like a show or K-drama? Maybe a movie?”

“Why a k-drama specifically? Are we going to finish it?” He questioned as you went to find your laptop.

“Well, I was thinking we could turn this into something!” You pick up your laptop and head over to your bed, “Like a weekly thing if you’re cool with that though.” You slowed your speech to a quieter tone, becoming a little self-conscious.

You looked over to where he followed and he looked to be thinking. After a short wait, he gave you a reply.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.” He smiled, “Maybe let’s start with a movie for now, then we’ll have more time to figure out which k-drama we want to watch.”

“You’ve got a point.” You said, sitting down on your bed. You shifted to the side and patted the empty space next to you, motioning him to come to sit down. “Let’s watch Shrek.”

And for weeks, every Saturday night you two would get together and do skin care. You grew closer and closer, any awkwardness disappearing within a few weeks. You two ended up watching Alice in Borderland which was definitely an experience.

It was Friday after school and you were walking around a beauty store to restock on skincare products. You turn the corner to find under-eye patches when something catches your eye.

Jackpot.

Finally, Saturday arrived and you were ecstatic. For something so small you wouldn’t think you’d be this full of emotion over it.

Yamaguchi arrived around 7:00 pm as usual.

“What are you so happy for?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Can’t I be happy for no reason?” You sass back at him, leading the way to the bathroom.

Your routine goes as usual, going through masks, serums, and popcorn as you watch your show. It was nearing 10:00 and it was almost time to end your weekly session.

“No, no, no, no I can't watch!” He said while covering his eyes with his hands. You giggled at his reaction to what was happening on screen. You checked the time and decided to bring out what you’d been waiting for.

“Yo, I got one more thing before you gotta go.” You told him, getting out of your huddle position. You made your way to the bathroom and came out a few seconds later holding a little box.

“What's that?” He asks.

You hold up the small box to meet his eyes. “They’re called Star Face,” You explained, “They’re like cute little pimple patches that look like stars on your face! Isn’t that cute?!”

If you weren’t so set on looking at the box and back to him, maybe you could’ve caught sight of a light blush on the tadpole's face.

He let out a small smile, “Yeah, where'd you get them?”

“Oh, just the local beauty store.” you mentioned, “I saw them and immediately knew I had to get them for you!”

You crawl back onto your bed and sat on your knees facing him. You open the box and he goes to speak.

“Why don’t you put them on me, so I don't have to walk all the way to the bathroom to see where to place them.” He suggested.

“If you’re cool with that.” You okayed, taking a sheet out of the box.

You peeled on off and went to cover a small incoming zit he had on his cheek. He started laughing a little as your finger made contact with his skin. His laughter in turn caused you to crack up and grin.

“Stop!” You snicker, “You’re gonna make me miss-place them!”

His snorts died down and so did yours. As you place the next one, your eyes meet. The room fills with comfortable silence, yet you can’t deny there is some sort of tension between the two of you.

You reach for the third and as you look up, he leans closer. You stare at each other, inching closer bit by bit until your lips are hovering over each other by a centimeter. As you place the patch on his side, he closes the gap.

Your lips connect in a sweet manner. As he pulls away your lip chases his. You cup his face as his arms go around your waist. You stay like that for a while, taking in each other's presence, especially this close-up.

Eventually, you both pull away and once again fall into a stare. He blushes and looks away to avoid your eye contact. You smile and snuggle into his chest.

You both flop over, your heads hitting the pillows of your bed. You’re now in a cuddling position as you hug into his chest.

“That was… nice.” He said, and though you couldn’t see it, you could hear his goofy grin.

“Yeah, it was.” You say, tiredly, “So, now I gotta ask. How long have you felt this way?”

“A while, honestly.” He spoke, “I thought you were cool from the beginning, but you kept coming back to support me, the skin care was what pushed me to the edge I guess. What about you?

“I can’t exactly remember… maybe it was when I saw the passion you had for volleyball, how determined you are. But at some point, I just felt myself being reminded of you with small things and I got excited to see you.” You replied.

You both fell into a comfortable silence. All you two needed was each other.

“So,” he breaks the silence, “Are we a thing?”

You chuckle, “We can be if you wish.”

“Yeah… I do.”

And that is the story of your star-faced lover and you.

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[givemeasinglekidney]

Jealousy, jealousy | Oikawa T.

Hurt/comfort

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: you become Seijoh’s manager after not being able to get into other clubs. After a while you start getting backlash by the milk bread lover’s fans.

Well that was no use.

Every club you had tried for either rejected you or was too cramped. So what now?

You walked around school during lunch. You didn't have many friends, yet the ones you did just so happened to be busy right now. As you were walking, you passed the gyms, more specifically the volleyball gyms. You applied for the female volleyball club but you turned in your application just a tad too late. As you passed the gym, you heard a voice.

“Damn, every one of them?” The first voice said. It was followed by another.

“Yeah. Kinda sucks man.” He replied.

“Man! Why does he have to make it so hard to find a genuine manager?”

“Unfortunately, he’s our captain. Also happens to be our best friend, Makki.”

“You’re right on that unfortunate part.”

You contemplated. Boys Volleyball manager? Doesn’t have a bad ring to it. It sounded hard to get in, but every other club had failed, so why not.

You walked into the teacher’s work room and located their coach, Irihata. You already knew of him from the volleyball team being so famous in the region.

“Uhm, excuse me.” You asked, “Where can I apply for the Boy’s Volleyball manager position?” He looked at you, slightly annoyed after what you said.

He crossed his arms, “Listen, we’re not really looking for any managers currently. We know you really like our setter but our manager needs to be serious in what they’re doing.”

You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, “Your setter being…”

He stopped for a second before answering you, “... Oikawa Toru…”

You paused to collect your thoughts, then it hit you, “Oh! Him! You mean that one guy who injured his knee a bit ago! Yeah I know of him. Never talked to him, but he seems to always have girls' company. I mean good for them, they know their type, but I’m good.”

He kind of stared at you, “Ah… well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you apply. Can I ask if you have any experience with volleyball?” He questioned before reaching into his desk to grab you an application.

“Yes I do!” You said, “I’ve played for all 3 years of junior high. I tried applying for tryouts for the female team but I turned it in too late.” He handed you the application and you bid your goodbyes as lunch would be over soon.

It was the next day and as you got to school you strolled to the gym as the boys had morning practice. There weren’t any girls there since it was super early and you just wanted to turn your application in asap. As you opened the door, you caught sight of all the boys, focused on their playing. You heard a voice call out to you.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up!” You turned to the direction of the coach. “Got that application filled out?”

“You know I do!” You walked over to him. He looked at the papers you handed him.

“(L/N) (Y/N), hm.” He read your name. He continued to scan your paper, nodding his head every once and a while. “Well, I'd say you’d be a great fit. If you really do want to join, you’re welcome!”

“Really? That’d be great! When could I start?” You questioned. You were kind of excited. You finally got accepted. And for it being your final year in highschool, you were hoping it would work out.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t start now.” He stated. He then raised his voice in the direction of the players. “Hey boys! Gather around!”

The boys stopped what they were doing and came crowding around. Their eyes tended to land on you, which caused a couple whispers here and there.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s now going to be your new manager.” He announced.

You took this as your sign to introduce yourself. “Yo.”

There were a couple murmurs of disbelief, and then one guy crying what you think were happy tears about it, until one guy started talking.

“Ah, are you sure you’re not one of my lovely fans who made her way to this spot?”

“No, not in a million years.” You shot back with no hesitation after looking him up and down. False tears ran down his eyes as his friends laughed.

“PFFFT- HA! Get rejected!” A boy with pinkish hair giggled out, His friend laughing right next to him.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the gym doors. You went to inspect it when you got called out to.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s a mob out there.” A muscular guy said.

You contemplated, but finally moved your feet towards the door. As you opened it, you were met with many confused eyes.

“Uh, who are you?” One girl asks.

“(L/N), the team's manager. Who are you?” You replied nonchalantly. You were met with eyes of disbelief and jealousy. Then, all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in all their heads.

“Hey, (L/N), you're in my Calc! You can let me in right!”

“Hey, You're so pretty. Let’s talk!”

“We sat together last year! We’re friends, let me in!”

You stared at them with a look of disdain. Then, you got an idea.

“What’s the password?”

They all paused.

“...What…”

“Wrong!” You interrupted.

“What password?”

“Incorrect!”

“Listen here you little-”

“Wrong again!” You cut her off. “Man you guys are really bad at this. Oh well, no Oikawa for you. Good day.” And you slammed the door shut.

You turned around to see the team, half in awe and the other half laughing their asses off.

“Oh my god…” One with short, messy black hair said between halfs, “This is great!”

Time skip -

It’s been 6 months since then and you’d become best friends with the 4 other third years. They saw you like their sister, like they’ve known you since forever. Well, most of them.

“(L/N), can you tell Mattsun he’s being an idiot!” A pink haired male shouts. It was lunch and the two were arguing over what color science was.

“Am no! It’s 100% blue!” He shouts back.

“Is not! It’s definitely yellow!” His best friend argues.

“I think you’re both being idiots.” You said with a straight face, “Also, it’s green dumbasses.”

They went back to quarreling as you took a bite out of your rice. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sat to your right as the two others sat to your left.

“Why do you fuel their stupid questions?” Asks the half filipino.

“It’s funny watching them fight over stupid shit. It fuels my entertainment.” You answered. You found it easy to stir the pot with the two.

“Yeah, but they’ve been talking about it for 10 minutes now…” The setter added.

“Okay, watch this.” You turned your head to Makki and Mattsun, “Centaurs have six legs, therefore are insects. Discuss.” The two began to discuss.

“Oh my god-” The setter looked in disbelief and amusement.

“Ima be right back, gonna grab a drink.” You stood up.

“Get me something!” The brunet said.

“Nope, get it yourself ya broke bitch.” You replied and walked off.

You turned the corner to the vending machine. You put your coins in and selected your choice of drink. As you knead down to grab it, a hand comes and takes it before you reach it. You look up to see a girl meet your stare.

“Well if it isn’t the little whore.” She speaks with venom.

This was the part you hated about being their manager, and it wasn’t even the boys fault, it was the girls. You have female friends, so you know it's not all girls, but there are some who are way too attached to the main setter.

“You’re one to talk.” You spit back.

You never told anyone about how these girls would treat you. You didn’t want to cause more commotion or possibly lose your position to problems being caused.

“Everyone knows you're just a manager to be close to the 3rd year. Especially Oikawa. You’re no different than the rest of us. The only difference is you’re actually hoeing around with them. It’d break their hearts to know you’re just using them” She stated. She acted like she knew all your business.

“Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're projecting what you’d do.” You replied. “And I’m not doing any of that. It’s so obvious we’re all just friends.”

Just friends. That’s all you were. Unfortunately, there is a false statement you made. After you thought it would never happen, you managed to gain a bit, just a tiny little bit of feelings for none other than Oikawa. It’s not like you wanted to, in fact that was your exact opposite intention, but that was your result.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you tell yourself.” She looked at you with disgust. “You know, they probably feel bad for you. You had nowhere to go so they had no other choice. I mean, who’d want to hang out with an ugly nobody? Look at yourself. They’re just being nice. When the time comes, they’ll drop you within seconds. You’re helpless without them.” She took a sip of what was supposed to be your drink. What a bitch.

She walked off leaving you standing there. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes people like her really get to you. You never showed it, but they did affect you. And you know what they say about just ignoring it? Yeah, pure bullshit. It never works. They’re no longer looking for a reaction, but a punching bag. Someone who will take their punches and not give anything back, coming back the next day to repeat the cycle.

You walked back to the group, no drink in hand.

“Hey, where's your drink?” Mattsun asked, his quarrel with Makki being finished with no answer since they ended up spiraling off topic, somehow getting to how Baby’sRus is a misleading name.

“Oh, they were out of what I wanted lol.” You told them. You lied to them about a lot of things. You felt bad, but it was always due to the treatment you received from the ever so glorious fan base.

Lunch soon ended and so did the day.

You were making your way to the boys gym when you had a thought.

‘Were they just being nice?’ You questioned. ‘No, they wouldn’t, I’m mean to them sometimes anyway. Mean. Maybe I take it too far sometimes. Maybe they are just being nice. They did want a manager, so this is their way of not complaining.’

You tended to overthink, but recently it’s developed worse than it’s usually been. Like a million thoughts running through your head yet you still can't figure out where the music is coming from and why it’s only playing the same 4 lines over and over again.

You saw the doors to the gym… and turned around. You headed home. They didn’t need you. Nobody did. Maybe they’re all right. You’re useless. Unworthy. Ugly. Words hurt like any other injury, but it’s something painkillers couldn't stop.

You walked the sidewalk alone for the first time since you joined their practice. It was quiet. You were going to miss the chaotic chats with them walking to eachothers house. Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, then finally, yours. Oikawa insisted that they’d go to your house first cause he ‘didnt want their precious manager being in danger’ which was sweet of him, but also kind of dumb since his house was closer to Iwa’s than yours. Over the course of the 5-ish minute walk to your house, the two of you had bonded nicely. Too bad you didn’t plan on going back. As much as you loved them, loved him, you worried it was all lies. Their words got to your head and they stung. Then they stayed, but you got used to the sensation.

You made it to your room and looked at your phone to find missed texts from the team. You picked Oikawa’s number to find 2 missed calls and 8 missed texts. Man this boy was insane. You texted back ‘Sorry, don’t feel good, carry on without me.’

Technically you didn’t lie. You really weren’t feeling good, just it was mental rather than physical. You laid on your bed, clutching a pillow as you put your blanket over you. Tears started to spill. You couldn’t take it anymore. You cried into your sheets until you slipped into sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. Or the next. You stayed in bed most of the time, occasionally going on your phone or to the bathroom. Other than that you were either numb, crying, or asleep. Every now and then you’d stare at yourself in the bathroom, insecurities rising as you cry out about your appearance. You maybe ate one meal within the 2 days you stayed home, but it’s mostly a blur.

It was the afternoon when someone intervened.

The one

The only

Oikawa Toru.

You were laying in your bed. You had just finished a breakdown, eyes still red. Out of nowhere, you hear someone running up the stairs. You thought for a second you were about to be a victim of a home invasion, being that your parents were home, but you were proven wrong when a tall, brown eyed male swung open the door.

“(L/N)! What’s wrong! Are you sick?” He questioned you. You’d been gone from school for 2 days now, making you absent for 4 practices. 3 after school, and 1 morning.

“Oikawa! Shouldn’t you be at practice right now? What are you doing?” You asked, thoroughly confused how he got in. wait- “How’d you get into my house?”

“Well when our manager is sick, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, I’m gonna see what's wrong.” He answered, taking short breaths making you figure he ran all the way here. “Also, I know where you keep your spare key.”

He looked around to see what state you were in. It had been evident you were crying, despite you trying to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows. He sighed and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Now, tell me what's bothering you?” He said, his voice becoming soft.

“Nothing, just don’t feel good. It’s no use wasting your time here.” You told him, hoping he’d leave. You didn't need his pity. Maybe you wanted it, but you turned it down thinking it was all an act, all lies.

“If you think I’m falling for a lame lie, you're wrong.” He sighed. “What’s going on?”

Oikawa, out of all the guys, knew you the best. There wasn’t a way he’d be convinced you’re okay. So… You spilled.

“Why do you keep me around?” You started, “Why do you care?”

“...What do you mean?” He asked, his worry growing.

“I mean, why me? Out of everyone, why do you guys hang out with me? I’m mean and useless. My management isn’t even good. If you're just being nice to spare my feelings then just leave me. I know my worth and it isn’t a lot. You guys deserve better.” You finished your mini rant with tears brimming at your eyes.

He stared at you with empathy. He hated seeing you like this, it hurt him so much.

“You’re amazing. In all you’ve done you’ve helped our team more than we ever dreamed. We finally found someone who’s dedicated to all she’s assigned to help us with. You know me. You know I’d never be fake with someone to spare their feelings.” He sighed. “I just wish… you’d see yourself the way I do…”

You felt terrible. Your crush sat there as you pathetically lied on your bed because of some emotions, or lack thereof.

“You don’t mean that.” You said, trying not to face him.

He laid down on your bed, right next to you as your back was turned in his direction.

“Have they been bothering you?” he interrogates.

“Who’s they?” You tried acting oblivious, but you both knew who ‘they’ were.

“You know exactly who.” He replied. You stayed silent. He sighed again, “I should’ve known. I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You cut him off, “It’s not your fault you're attractive.”

“Oh, so you think I’m attractive?” He remarks, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle. It was the first time in a while you did that.

“What a shame. I wished the person I liked found me attractive.” He jokes. It took you a moment to process what he just said, then it hit you.

“Wait, what?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I know you said you’d never like me, not in a million years… but I can’t say the same for myself. It’s selfish but I really do like you.”

You turned around and stared at him. He stared back, but his mind was racing, taking your silence as rejection. Before he could get up, you grabbed at him and buried your head in his chest.

“Don't…” You started, “Don't leave. Please? I like you, too. I promise it didn’t start out this way but this is how it ended. I know now I look creepy but I didn't-”

He cut you off. Not with words, but with his lips. The warm sensations of his mouth on yours brought you a comfort like no other. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and he went around your waist, closing any gap there was between you two.

He broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at your beauty. “I get it. I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Can we… keep this a secret? Just the two of us?” If this got out, you’d be out for the count. Numerous rumors would start and people would start thinking that you were an actual whore.

Oikawa saw your mind race and put it to a stop, “Of course, I get it. We should tell the others about your situation. We’re here to protect you, you know. We love you. I love you.”

“... Love you too, Toru.” You said and he pulled back into the hug as you head rested on his neck/

“...So you do think I’m attractive.”

Small time skip -

After that night, you told the group what was happening and just like Oikawa said, they stepped in. The 4 of them became your personal bodyguards, not letting any known Oikawa fangirl try and say shit to you. After practices, you and Oikawa would walk to either you or his house to hang out and have little private dates. You were the happiest you’d ever been in a while. You slowly lost all thought of others' jealousy, enjoying your life with your best friends and lover.

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