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❝ ...𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… kenma, suna, daichi, and osamu accidentally propose to you, their lovely s/o, through an unlucky sequence of circumstances in public. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… kenma kozume x gn!reader, rintaro suna x gn!reader, daichi sawamura x gn!reader, osamu miya x gn!reader (and slight one-sided takinoue x gn!reader but shh) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… established relationship, fluff, timeskip characters are used ‘cause idk why would a high schooler or college student would do such a thing that requires a lot of commitment and maybe financial stability, 7.5k total words (words in their seperate sections in order of appearance; 1.3k, 2.8k, 1.9k and 1.5k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… don’t actually propose in public unless you know your s/o is the type of person who’s ok with that, timeskip characters are used, cursing, probably one misused music reference bc i haven’t really played an instrument in a while, atsumu slander, accidental suna favoritism (i think i went too overboard on describing his hehe), daichi and osamu’s weren’t proofread ‘cause i’m tired. 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… aesthetic is back! *confetti pops out* fun fact: osamu’s was inspired by a nostalgia induced mystreet trip lmao

𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐨𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐞. ･ﾟ: *. — 孤爪研磨

KENMA tended to keep his personal life away from his audience and under wraps.

privacy was always something the man appreciated (though it was often mercilessly ignored by his friends in high school kuroo, much to his dismay), and as much as his fans on the other side of the screen pleaded and begged for at least one vlog showcasing his lifestyle, kenma never indulged in their desires.

however, through the small, miniscule crack of the sturdy, tough wall he built and maintained separating the two lives for as long as he began his career, you managed to seep through.

it was mostly through pure accident; you practically barged into his room to ask about what he wanted for dinner since you screaming at the top of your lungs clearly wasn’t enough to go past the wooden door for his office.

in reality, kenma was trying desperately hard to ignore you. currently, it was quite early in his career and naturally, his mic and noise-canceling headphones were nowhere to be seen. with the recent, massive influx in viewers tuning in to his streams, he ordered some equipment so the quality of his videos would rise.

the problem? it was going to be a shipped a month from now.

your screeching being practically akin to one of a banshee’s, it just seemed more amplified to the poor headphone-wearing users; muffled and lagged, sure, but amplified.

of course, this drew concern from the various people watching it all go down as kenma slumped into his chair in embarrassment. comments were flooding in the chat with various emojis and various different wordings of “what’s going on?” or “what the hell?” were used, often with all caps.

hearing a faint “oh my god kenma, how long does it take to decide on what you want for dinner when you literally eat the same flavor of ramen everyday-!!” pass through the door behind him in addition to your footsteps becoming increasingly louder like some kind of cursed crescendo, this changed the chat’s feelings to a more humorous tone, but in the streamers point of view, this situation appeared more scarier than any horror or thriller game he ever played so far.

when you finally kicked down unlocked the door, revealing yourself in all your glory to many of kenma’s fans, you were seething. okay, maybe the fans were just being dramatic, but at the very least, you were quite annoyed at what you assumed to be kenma’s indecisiveness on what to eat for dinner.

and that was how his fans, well, now your fans too apparently, were introduced to you.

you were then turned into a familiar face in kenma’s streams, either just in the background either attending to household chores, participating in your hobbies, sitting there to munch on whatever weirdly obscure snack you got your hands on, or even playing alongside him.

in spite of kenma’s initial reluctance, you appeared to be rather open to the idea of being in his streams. he really, really, really didn’t want to make you uncomfortable, yet seeing you with a warm smile on your face illuminated by the dancing lights of the monitor before you, sharing embarrassing anecdotes about his day to day life to his fans that he would’ve wanted to dig, crawl in, and die in a hole if he was actually paying attention, kenma started growing accustomed to slightly overlapping the circles of his life in front of his followers and away from them.

one particular night, he was live, as per usual, and you just so happened to be playing along with kenma. after a few minutes in, you came to the rather convenient revelation that it was your turn to do the laundry that day, and not wanting to wear the same crusty clothes that have been sitting in the laundry hamper for who knows how long, you rushed off, abandoning your controller.

as cat-like eyes gazing at your figure from the moment you stood up to the moment you left for the door, he quickly flipped out his phone, fingers tapping away seemingly at the speed of light. after he skimmed towards the contents, before picking up his controller again to continue the game.

“alright, five iridium bars and a prismatic shard... shouldn’t be too hard,” kenma muttered to himself as the chat’s messages started air out confusion. as he glanced over to the other screen displaying their words, he smiled and looked to the camera. “just tell y/n i’m grinding.”

kenma’s words did nothing to quell the growing confuddlement amongst the fans tuning in, especially some that just joined. what did y/n had to do with this?

“ken?” you called out from outside the room, sound eerily similar to when you first made your little “debut” back in his early streaming days.

“yeah?” he replied, eyes focused on the screen in front of him, though he was all ears nonetheless.

“...care to explain what... this... is??” before kenma could respond with a noise of puzzlement he tends to do when he needs emphasis or repetition of questions, his eyes widened to the likeness of saucers.

velvet box in your hand with no washing machine or dryer whirling in the distance, you were greeted with nothing but unabashed shock. to a viewer who wasn’t blind watching the scene unfold, it was very clear what this meant.

“i- uh... um,” kenma tripped upon his words, coughing in an attempt to buy himself enough time to gather his words correctly. even after all this time, being a public figure and personality, his more shyer tendencies still shone through. it didn’t help that this (possibly) botched proposal was currently broadcasted by his camera for thousands, if not, tens of thousands currently watching and/or typing in the chat as we speak along the lines of “HOLY SHIT,” “ASDWQKJW,” some odd string of emojis, “he’s just grinding!”, or all at the same time. “i-it wasn’t supposed to go this way.”

despite his voice’s volume making the none-existent wind of the apartment plus noises from the forgotten game you two were playing in the background seem louder in comparison, it didn’t stop your questioning expression to slowly morph into a sly smirk.

“oh really?” you asked, grin morphing to the likeness of kuroo’s, causing kenma to subconciously cringe. “how’s it supposed to go, then?”

the reverse pudding-haired man sneaked a quick glance at his monitor, noticing a flood of even more comments coming in. if they were personified as a total, kenma would’ve imagined them to be an over enthusiastic sports fan spilling popcorn and soda everywhere while chanting wildly, except they were watching some proposal online, creepily enough.

kenma tended to keep his personal life under wraps, but with your presence on what he showed to essentially strangers, an event so intimate as this manage to barge through the cracks of the wall he upheld.

the moment was already ruined by the unintended crowd currently watching the both him and your every move, and that’s not even counting the amount of people that would watch this scene after the stream had ended.

there was no point in broadcasting this any further for the world to see, however, in a sudden burst of courage, kenma silently picked up his controller and started tapping away at the buttons and moving the mini-joystick. your somewhat pompous expression fell in favor of confusion on what your boyfriend was doing.

not too long after, your controller that was sitting on the table a few centimeters away from you vibrated. in curiosity, you picked it up, your eyes darting towards the screen in front of you.

the game had a prompt pop up on your side of the screen, giving it a quick skim before widening your eyes, despite you having the knowledge of what was going to happen a few minutes prior.

“kodzuken proposed! will you accept?”

𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 砂倫太郎

the stakes were high, and everybody in the audience was loudly proclaiming their excitement and for the current volleyball game, only being echoed through the spacious venue. the ejp raijin and msby black jackals were going head to head in one of the most widely anticipated matches of the season among fans and the players alike.

the energy seemed unmatched than the middle blocker’s previous games, the bleachers above him seemed completely occupied by the boisterous cheers of fans, and he was even able to spot a handful of people cheering specifically for him. morale appeared high amongst him and his fellow teammates, but there was a sense of anxiety towards the outcome of the match.

in other words, the worst place for SUNA to propose, in his not-so humble opinion.

he was never the kind of guy to show-off his relationship with you. although he was public with it, the two of you often spotted out and about in public and littered here and there inside both his and your social handles, many people outside family, friends, and co-workers didn’t know much of what happens behind closed doors.

besides, the last thing he would want is to humiliate himself in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of spectators’ eyes upon you guys if you reject his proposal—scratch that—the last thing suna would want to do is humiliate you in front of hundreds, if not, thousands of spectators’ eyes upon you guys if you reject his proposal.

suna was comfortable in the love the two of you shared between each other. he still gave you plenty of affection, sure, but he knew better to get jealous if someone was a little too touchy-feely for your liking or feel fall into a pit of despair if you were particularly busy when he was feeling a bit touch starved for a few days. it was the same for you—and the two of you would always make it up to one another.

however, the reassurance did nothing to quell the fear that was rather snug at the bottom of his stomach. engagement was something that required a lot of commitment—not that the two of you weren’t pretty committed to each other already. still, the thought of making you uncomfortable couldn’t help but cause fear in suna.

so, initially, he decided to postpone his proposal to a different date.

keyword: initially.

getting back to the current situation, he found himself standing at the end line of his team’s side of the court with the jackals mirroring on the other. exchanging the usual pleasantries of thanking their opponents for the game, bowing, then jogging away to commence warm-ups.

well, not before you caught suna’s hazel-eyed attention.

look at you, with your oversized jersey (when suna pointed it out, you argued that it was necessary to “preserve the authenticity,” much to his amusement at your choice of vocabulary) clad in it’s beautiful, golden glory, a white number ‘9′ embroidered on the front, and a big, stupid grin that he was definitely going to make fun of later. though suna wasn’t the type to feel overwhelming pride and loyalty towards his team—to him it’s just kind of how sports work—but that couldn’t possibly prevent the sudden wave of dignity wash over him.

you’ve always been his biggest fan, and this game was really just any other one, but just the sight of you alone as he subconsciously blurred out the other faces in the crowd brought him back when he was just a high school boy.

god, how he wanted to marry you so bad.

unfortunately, a certain man seemed to notice this.

“hey, suna-san!”

well, not him.

one of his teammates, naming komori, called out, affectively breaking suna out of his trance. upon closer investigation on your face, you appeared to be sporting a smug grin spreading across your face. squinting his slender eyes in annoyance, suna turned on his heel towards his awaiting team, already stretching their hearts out as echoes of counting from one to ten faded into the endless chatter of the audience above.

pre-game rituals were done as per usual, and suna almost forgot that he felt someone’s eyes on him while he practically ogling at you a few minutes previously. before he knew it, he was already in the sidelines, awaiting for either the referee, coach, or manager to call him to the side so he could switch with komori once he rotates to the front row.

seeing the libero behind the sidelines a step away from outside the court and the referee beckoning him over, he quickly jogged towards komori and with a high-five and the approval of the official via a deafening whistle, suna was now in the front row, using his hands to block the guy in front of him so he could conceal the current server’s position.

that said guy was none other than the atsumu miya himself.

with all his experience dealing with him in high school while they were on the same team—which was already an irritation to begin with—when they first played against each other, every single move he pulled varied from causing a slight vexation from the blocker or delivering a huge blow to his ego. from his serves to his setter dumps, ‘unpredictable’ was one of the best words to describe the bleached-blond after a prolonged time of not watching his antics.

however, after a few games against his fellow high school alumnus, suna grown accustomed to his tricks, both on and off the court.

"who knew ya’d get y/n all the way here as yer personal cheerleader?” atsumu sighed somewhat blissfully, but with the way he said it, you could’ve guessed that he was either being sarcastic. envious, or perhaps even both. his eyes gravitated towards you, trying to locate you in the crowd. once he did, atsumu winked (much to your confusion), and he glanced back at suna, pointing to you for emphasis on his previous question.

“c’mon, it’s not that big of a deal.”

“it’s not that big of a deal,” the blond mocked rather quietly, out fear he could get a nasty look from the referee, his coach, or even worse, the club’s captain, meian. “yeah... right. do 'ya know how many people date their significant others ever since high school?”

“...a lot?” suna’s answer seemed more like a question, yet really he never felt so impatient for the referee to whistle for the rally to start—sure, he sometimes tended to slack off during volleyball games, but that didn’t mean he wanted to be stuck talking to atsumu. what’s taking them so long?

“WRONG,” he practically yelled, than covering his mouth at the sudden outburst before his eyes darted towards the referee right above them, his coach on the bench, and most importantly, meian to the side, before sighing in relief at the confirmation that no one had actually heard him. “it’s less than two percent.”

“what?”

“i said-”

“-ever.”

the setter’s hand shot up to his chest in dramatic agony while the middle blocker simply rolled his eyes.

“why is what’s going on in my love life so important to you, out of all people?”

“don’t think i didn’t see ‘ya goin’ all goo-goo eyes at them! at this point, i wouldn’t be surprised if someone who didn’t even watch the game heard about it!”

suna’s face went blank at atsumu’s exclamation. “okay, and...?”

“do i have to spell everything out for ‘ya?” atsumu shook his head as if suna ‘just didn’t get it.’ “what ‘ya have is special! if i were ‘ya and had someone like y/n, i’d prob’ly already have two kids with them at this point!”

unfortunately, much to suna’s better judgement, he couldn’t help but agree with the man in front of him. he believed—no—he knew that what he had between you was special, that even after a few life times after his current one, he still couldn’t find someone that was able to give him the same butterflies just as it felt a few years prior.

before he could further ponder on atsumu’s words, the referee finally blew their whistle, effectively starting the rally as the current server (who suna forgot his identity) delivered a loud ‘SMACK’ against the ball as it soared above the net, the players on the other side scrambling to get their positions as some stayed behind in order to get the ball up.

attempting to get comfortable as his role as one of the current blockers, his fox-like eyes immediately darted towards the jackals’ setter. who did he think was the most viable hitter against him and his fellow teammates beside him?

following the blond’s eyesight, suna sprinted to the location so he could block the spiker ahead of him, leaped, then stretched his arms upwards and across the net when he reached the height, and with the help of with the other man participating in the block, managed to prevent msby’s #4 from scoring on their side of the court.

“STUFFED!!” the sportscaster announced over the intercom, a wave of cheer filling the arena.

passing the ball back and forth rather intensely continued for at least an hour and a half or so, to the point that it looked like as if all the players that were on or were playing on the court practically sweated a whole swimming pool. though suna doesn’t play an all-around rotation (courtesy of komori and the other starting blocker, washio), even he already felt the effects of fatigue take over his mind.

it was currently the third set: one more to go before the jackals win the whole game without any trouble—well, not really. the past two sets were annoyingly close, yet somehow the black and gold team managed to always gain those two points ahead from his team’s score.

the other side was equally as tired as the raijin, maybe even more so attributable to their hitters (particularly a certain #21) flying all over the place like gigantic fruit flies. however, for some reason, that didn’t stop them for trying their goddamn hardest to get those last few points to win it all. it was painfully obvious to watch, especially since they were on the receiving end o it, but surely their exhaustion would soon keep up with their athletic abilities such as suna and his team?

before he knew it, the board displaying the current scores of the game were set, the red lights emitting from it felt as though it was mocking suna.

23-24.

one more point until the match was over for the jackals and more than three for the raijin. the blocker mentally groaned at the sight, but if he could just stop whichever poor hitter was in front of him, it would give their team could turn the game around-

“yo,” atsumu greeted, smirk plastered on his face as he found him and suna right in front of one another yet again.

“what is it this time, atsumu?” suna asked, though it came off more as a complaint than a question. surprisingly, the setter didn’t seem to take it as an offense.

“i say we propose a bet,” he responded, making suna’s face twist up out of cringe at the wordplay.

sighing, knowing he probably wouldn’t shut up even during a rally, the blocker decided to humor him. “what?”

a brief silence broke out between the two men, after a few seconds of atsumu blinking his brown eyes repeatedly, he continued. “if we win, yer gonna have to propose to y/n-”

“no.”

“c’mon! you didn’t let me finish! anyways, if ‘ya win, yer gonna have to wallow in the fact that ‘ya lost the love of yer life ‘cause you chickened out into proposin’ to ‘em.”

it was basically a lose-lose situation, with the way atsumu was putting it. on one hand, suna would be forced to ‘pop the question’ at the least romantic place, and on the other, the circumstances that the setter suggested seemed favorable if you looked past the dramatics of it... suna wouldn’t have to do this in a rather public setting and actually be able to do it when the both of you were comfortable.

the familiar whistle cut in from atsumu’s little impatient “check-in,” and with a final, knowing gaze, he went to make use of his hands, holding them in a similar manner that suna did while looking back at his side of the court, where msby’s #12 was up to serve.

it all went so fast—in one moment, he saw komori behind him bumping the ball up without much difficulty, and the next, he was falling from the air, where meian was before him, grin spread across his face out of overwhelming pride. as the two of them reached the ground, the crowd above them roared in joy, the blaring buzz of the scoreboard just barely peaking through, yet still more louder inside of the ejp raijin’s heads than countless of spectators ever will be.

exchanging the usual courtesies towards the jackals, listening to the coach’s advice and remarks about their game, and cooling down via stretching and some refreshing, ice-cold water, suna began to search for your presence; to no avail, you were nowhere to be seen amongst the bleachers.

before suna had the chance to think of a rational explanation to reason with your disappearance, a voice presumably at the nearby announcers table just a few feet away got on the intercom.

“would suna rintaro please make your way down to the broadcasting table?”

it took a(n embarrassing) while for the blocker to register that the person on the mic was not one of the sportscasters but in fact, atsumu miya himself.

strolling his way towards the table, attempting to look casual as possible and conceal the fact that he scared shitless at whatever shenanigans atsumu was up to after what previously let down, suna approached the table only to be greeted by a microphone and a piece of paper shoved into him by a certain setter, some rather pissed commentators, and a very puzzled you, most of all.

“rin... do you know what’s going on?” you asked, quirking your eyebrows while looking around yourself repeatedly like atsumu did, worried that you’d get in trouble since usually onlookers weren’t allowed down at the court itself. even though he assured you this was fine, you still couldn’t help but feel a bit concerned.

suna’s breathing hitched for a second, making the microphone peak and attracting the attention of the people watching the game, the majority of which were still hanging around with the intention of meeting their favorite players or something along the lines of that, not whatever mess that could possibly happen any minute now.

ah, crossroads. something that the young man didn’t expect to happen in his life, especially regarding taking his romantic relationship to the next step. there were three possible outcomes to this: one is that he could completely ignore this, making this seem like some sort of cruel prank, two was to straight up say whatever was on the paper and propose to you, then you rejecting him creating unneeded humiliation for the both of you, and three was to the same thing as two, but have it result into the best possible scenario: you saying yes.

2/3 of those outcomes were pretty negative, meaning around a 67% chance that this go absolutely wrong. it didn’t help that suna couldn’t get a read on you at the moment, mainly since you had no idea what atsumu set you and him up to do.

aiming to stall some time for himself, he palmed the slip of paper just before it escaped from his chest, flipping it over only to find that in messily scribbled black ink a barely legible “marry me” was written on it.

deadpanning at the sight, suna was quick to crumble it up and toss it away from him (hopefully landing on atsumu), with hazel eyes staring into yours as the words that atsumu said earlier echoed in his mind.

it was now or never.

“y/n...” he began, wincing at the fact that he heard his voice over the intercom after forgetting that he was broadcasting this. “i... well, someone recently told me that what we had between us was... special. that if they had someone like you, they’d probably already have two kids at that point.”

suna chuckled as recalled the words, taking a step forward towards you, his eyes glancing to the ground so he can make this proposing thing more easier on him.

“...and i agree with them. y/n, you make me feel special every waking and sleeping minute i spend with you by my side, and i only hope that i do the same for you.”

you stood speechless, and since he really wanted to get it over with, he knelt down on one knee, taking one of your hands and encasing it with his, a soft smile gracing his features.

“marry me...?”

𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 澤村大地

going out with some of his fellow high school alumni after a long day at work to down a nice, cold beer was something that DAICHI found himself not looking forward to quite recently.

what wasn’t there to like? there was nothing more reassuring than the dim light illuminating the establishment above him and his friends laughing as they drank and ate their fill at their regular food booth.

however, it wasn’t the drinking that the officer cherished the most; it was the relaxed atmosphere of the small bar. daichi’s friend’s from high school around him, the familiarity of it all that made him feel that this was something he had been doing all his life, and of course, you.

you tended to work later shifts than daichi, so you’d normally come join the group for their little impromptu ‘high school reunions’, as sugawara dubbed even though they do this practically every weekend.

this time around though, your job required you to be kept around even more later than usual, to the point you weren’t even sure if you could make it to the ‘high school reunion’ at all.

and boy was daichi relieved that was the case.

“YOU GUYS HAVE BEEN DATING FOR HOW LONG??” suga’s voice boomed throughout the place. if it weren’t for the fact that this was a normal occurrence for the teacher when he a bit more than tipsy, the brunette would’ve more than just embarrassed.

who was he kidding, daichi was flat-out humiliated.

“n-nine yea-”

“NINE YEARS??”

at this point, sugawara’s annoyingly loud voice when he was drunk attracted many stares from people that were either their co-workers, neighbors, fellow regulars, and friends, all blatantly invested at this man’s (that they knew practically forever) love life.

“yes, suga—nine whole years, wow...” despite the massive blush daichi was currently sporting that definitely wasn’t caused by alcohol (as seen by his yet to be touched glass in front of him), the sarcasm in his voice didn’t fade as he half-heartedly did jazz-hands in mock amazement.

even when his friend was drunk, the police officer didn’t understand why the length of his relationship with you was that surprising—the two of you started dating in your third year of high school, and with everything going on during his early twenties, him going off to the police academy and you going to college, it wasn’t exactly the best idea to get married when the both of you just fled the nest and were barely financially stable to boot.

however, sugawara and the rest of the eavesdropping less-than-sober patrons didn’t seem to clock both of that.

“nine whole years, hmm?” an older man inquired, a lazy arm was draped around daichi’s shoulder, shaking him around. with a breath that reeked of beer and a familiar, deep voice, it didn’t take his time in the police force to figure out the man that seemingly appeared out of nowhere was his old coach, ukai.

he wasn’t sure if his senior’s forced intervention would be considered lucky or not; on one hand, it actually shut suga up from asking the same question for the fourth time, but on the other...

“you oughta propose soon, yeah?”

“aww, wittle sawamura-kun and wittle l/n-chan finawwy tyin’ da knot~” the guy sitting besides ukai, whom daichi recognized to be the owner of the electronics shop down the street, takinoue, slurred his words so much that it could bring the kids sugawara taught to shame. “ain’t dat cute... y’know, l/n’s quite da catch, yeah? if y’aww weren’t datin’ for so wong, i woulda snatched dem up for myself!”

though daichi was mostly thinking about how ew, a man less than twice his age joking about dating his significant other, takinoue’s laugh bellowed as some others joined in to create a chorus of drunk guffaws, chortles, and other ridiculous synonyms of the word ‘laugh’ while also gaining even more people’s attention, much to the former’s absolute mortification.

“hey! we’re supposed to be helping daichi!” sugawara joined back the conversation, now looking rather irritated that these two old coots disturbed the flow of his incessantly repeated questions, he glanced back at his friend, his expression now completely serious.

daichi gulped.

“now, continuing with what i was saying after i was so rudely interrupted, are you gonna pop the question?”

though what the grey-haired man was asking was actually ukai’s question, the previous rowdiness and high volume of the crowd was now quiet, to the point it could be seen as suspicious. the people packed into the tiny, little bar were like a ticking time bomb, except the fuse would be replaced by daichi’s words alone.

he couldn’t exactly lie and say he wasn’t planning on proposing to you, knowing the people around him and the nature of their small town, word would spread like wildfire. and if he did tell the truth, well, daichi couldn’t guarantee that the exact same thing wouldn’t happen.

the officer knew that you were most likely weren’t just going to believe any town gossip on the street while running errands; that still didn’t change the fact that he didn’t appreciate the bar occupants encompassing him spreading the latest, juiciest information on his relationship status.

in other words, there was no getting around this.

sighing, his chocolate brown eyes gazed upon his shoes, muttering in a voice that resembled more of a complaining grumble, “...yes.”

just like that, the bar erupted in cheer, causing daichi to instinctively covered his ears at the sound. he definitely wasn’t any doctor, but if this keeps up, he could guarantee that along with the head-splitting hangover many of the patrons are going to get the next day, their vocal chords would be fried to the point that they couldn’t even speak. to be honest, he was surprised that his co-workers didn’t already drive up to the place due to their sheer noise disturbing the rest of sleeping neighborhood.

“looks like we gotta get sawamura a ring, huh?” ukai exclaimed, tightening his grip around daichi’s neck and effectively (and unintentionally) putting him in a chokehold.

“ugh- you do know you can get arrested for aggravated assault against a police officer?” he managed to cough out. he didn’t exactly like pulling out the empty detainment threat, but daichi didn’t want to end up actually taking his high school volleyball coach into custody, especially in his drunken stupor. “besides, there’s no need.”

with a flick of his wrist, his hands did a slight disappearing act inside his jacket’s pocket for a velvet box to materialize inside his very hand. another thing he also didn’t want to end up doing was making a bunch of intoxicated people waste their hard-earned cash to buy him a ring when he already possessed one.

much like sugawara’s elementary school class, the newly found audience that surrounded he and daichi’s table, they all collectively ‘ooh’ed and ‘ah’ed. ironic, really, since half of them were old enough to or did have a kid old enough in the grey-haired man’s class.

“ah, just like the daichi i remember!” suga animatedly laughed, adding to the current pain his friend was going through by slapping him on the back rather aggressively. “always prepared for everything!”

“yeah, i- ow-” he was cut off by a fierce blow to his back, causing him to shoot a glare at sugawara’s direction. “quit it!”

daichi’s hand bolted to suga’s arm, swatting it away as he stored the hand that held the box into his pocket once more.

“aww, you’re no fun...”

“dat won’t help!” takinoue interjected, much to the teacher’s vexation. “since we’ve got da wing... we gotta help ‘im!”

“y’know takinoue... that’s literally the smartest thing you said this whole night,” ukai bluntly stated, though his drinking buddy didn’t seem affected in the slightest by his off-handed remark.

“alright, then who’s with us?!” sugawara yelled to catch everyone’s attention (as if it wasn’t already directed at them).

once again, the place practically exploded in enthusiasm, alcoholic drinks spilling all over like makeshift fireworks (bless the poor owner’s heart).

“geez, i think i heard you guys a block away,” your sudden entrance caused many heads to jerk their heads so hard toward the source of your voice that you were honestly worried they got whiplash. eyes widening at the sudden attention you garnered and the quiet atmosphere that was definitely not there a few minutes earlier made you quirk an eyebrow in confusion. “did i miss something...?”

eyes (including yours, though mostly because everybody else’s was) moving towards daichi at once, and with a (not really) reassuring pat from sugawara.

reaching the limit of embarrassment (as if he hadn’t already) he could handle from his fellow customers, in a desperate attempt to escape the bar, he swiftly clasped his hand around yours, yanking you towards the direction where he was headed to lead you outside of the place, right outside the big window separated the cool, relaxed atmosphere of the establishment to the world outside filled with the orchestra of crickets at the distance and the humid, warm climate of a summer night of their hometown.

“someone’s in a hurry,” you joked at daichi’s actions, and instead of him flushing or wincing sheepishly, instead he let out a deep sigh scratching the back of his head.

“remind me to never walk into there ever again...” he complained, letting his neck arch forward and pinching the bridge of his nose after recalling everything that went down recently.

“they’re not that bad.”

“then you haven’t seen anything yet.”

you laughed jovially, making daichi’s expression soften at the sound. you always seemed to relax him no matter what.

however, it abruptly stopped the moment you spotted a sudden audience from the window from your peripheral vision, them staring at the two of you like owls. before you could even point at them and open your mouth to address the elephant in the room, the police officer cut you to the chase.

“you know how they are... if we go as much as the ends of the earth itself, they’d follow us just to see what we’re up to.”

“well, you’re right about that... but that wouldn’t be the case if something normal was going on...” you had an accusing tone laced in your voice, and daichi could’ve sworn that you put on some invisible detective hat on your head. “so... you’ve got anything to say?”

giving the crowd beside you two a side-long glance, his chocolates brown eyes slowly made their way towards yours, letting out a deep sigh. “guess like there’s no way around this...”

before you could react to display your perplexity, daichi coughed for a bit, signaling you to at least hear what he was about to say.

“y/n... we’ve been together for nine years,” he slowly started. “throughout that time, we were both busier than ever... but despite that, we still stuck with each other, and... well...”

daichi paused to laugh to himself mainly because he felt as though the mood was getting a little bit too tense and awkward than he originally perceived it to be. “i really, really am in love with you, and as cheesy as it sounds... i don’t think anything could top that.”

his knee finally made contact with the ground, he brought out the box from his pocket, presenting it to you.

“i can only ask... do you feel the same way?”

𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 宮治

onigiri miya was livelier than ever, to say the least.

the restaurant was practically packed to the point it might be nearing or already is as max capacity, and it didn’t help the fact that a famous setter was sitting in his quote-unquote “reserved” food booth, attracting the attention of many more customers than usual.

the stress was basically written on both you, osamu, and staff member’s foreheads with black sharpie—and it was more than justified. the line spilled in from the door outside, after all. one false misstep could cause the dissatisfaction of potential patrons, meaning bad reviews, and that it could only go further downhill after that.

regardless, this wasn’t the time to focus on the potential repercussions of what could happen if you messed up the tiniest details of an order; you really should be focusing on trying not to mess up so the the establishment won’t suffer said potential repercussions.

you were the first employee that was put under osamu’s payroll when he first opened onigiri miya. you knew him and his twin brother quite before it opened, and when you went into university looking for a part-time job, you took a job under your boyfriend. to simultaneously support him while also getting some money as well.

to see his restaurant being so successful was a truly wonderful sight to witness, especially since you there since the very beginning. even though your time to graduate university was nearing, you still planned to hold on to your job, maybe even get a posistion full-time.

for now, you’ve got to focus on trying to package the onigiri before sending it out to the customers outside of the kitchen.

meanwhile, osamu was starting to feel quite annoyed conversing with said customers.

“wait, aren’t you that setter on the national team??”

“ATSUMU MIYA?!”

“aren’t you supposed to have blond hair?”

“i’m pretty sure i’ve seen you on tv before...”

it was really nothing above a superficial level. really, he was used to it. they were twin brothers, after all. comparisons and mistakes were bound to happen.

however, that didn’t mean that there wasn’t a tick mark appearing on his forehead everytime this gets mentioned which tends to be rather well-hidden with the customer-friendly grin plastered on his face.

as a patron finished their conversation with osamu, he made his way towards the kitchen behind the counter, away from any clients. then, he let out a heavy sigh, blowing on his cap2.

“long morning?” you jokingly asked, looking up from your work as your partner gives you a playful side-eye.

“don’t get me started,” he replied, osamu’s grey eyes staring down his apron as you laughed.

“well then, keep your head up, miya osamu,” you practically commanded, forcefully grabbing his head and staring into his grey eyes as they reflected the top half of your face. “the rush is gonna be over before you know it! next thing you know, you’re gonna be complaining about the lack of business again like you usually do.”

the owner of the shop cracked a smile at your encouragement, sharing a small, quiet ‘moment’ before being interrupted by one of your co-workers.

“miya-san? table seven needs a server.”

the man let out yet another heavy sigh. table seven was the booth that atsumu tended to frequent the most. as much as he loves his brother, under the his current workload, he was definitely not in the mood to whatever antics the setter was up to at the moment.

“y/n?” osamu immediately looked towards you, something you might as well be used to by the amount of times he relied on you to talk to his twin, whether it was to serve their little “messenger” when they weren’t on the best of terms or to deliver some sort of prank, the practice made you make their phones inferior in comparison. nevertheless, osamu was technically your boss after all, so who were you to disagree and say no?

(well, honestly, if you did say no, osamu was whipped enough to begrudgingly go and serve atsumu’s table anyways, but i digress.)

“...fine,” you answered, deeply sighing to mock your boyfriend (much to his dismay). your co-worker tossed you up a white paper bag packed to the brim with onigiri as caught it with your hands.

you walked away from the two to “enter” the restaurant. retying your apron around your waist with the paper bag still in hand, you did a short survey of the establishment. it didn’t really take very long; it wasn’t hard to trace the directions of numerous of people’s eyes to find atsumu.

strolling towards him, the man’s brown eyes appeared to be glued to his phone below him, though he somehow noticed your shadow growing closer to his general area from the floor.

“finally... what took 'ya so long?” atsumu grumbled, still scrolling through his device. “i swear i gotta do everythin’ ‘round here...”

your smile spread across your face for all the wrong reasons. if it wasn’t for the fact he was osamu’s brother, you would’ve bit back your less than tasteful insults. yet, before you could open your mouth, the setter cut you to the chase.

“thank me later, ‘kay? now, gimme the onigiri,” atsumu reached out his arm with lightning speed quickly snatched the bag with his meal while just as swiftly chucking at you with a small box just barely larger than some of the said onigiri he just robbed from you.

of course, since you just stood there in pure shock for a good few seconds at the sheer audacity of him, you ended up playing a game of hacky sack by yourself with the box before finally palming it with both of your hands.

casting your gaze upon it, you noticed it had an oddly soft texture against your hands. it pretty clear that atsumu had absolutely no clue that you were there instead of who he thought was going to be waiting his food booth, but you couldn’t help but grew curious over the contents of the box.

taking a brief glimpse of his current position only to find he was chomping down on the still steaming hot onigiri, you decided that it couldn’t hurt to take a peek at what’s inside. perhaps it his weird idea of saying “thank you,” for whoever he believed was attending the table.

squinting your eyes to get a better look, you cracked open the box as something shiny shone through. refusing to get affected by the seemingly blinding light, you further continued your investigation, and with the minimum required attention to detail, you were able to instantly deduce what was inside.

“um... atsumu? i’m flattered...?” you weren’t sure what was the correct nomenclature for such a bizarre scenario such as this one. “but you do know i’m dating your brother, right...?”

“huh? of course i know that-” atsumu halted in his tracks as he tore his eyes away from what he was previously doing, jaw dropping and mouth agape when his eyes finally registered that you were there. though previously aghast that you would accuse him of making a possibly life-changing romantic move on someone who was already taken, much so by osamu, his voice was quick to falter that he was the wrong person who gave you the box. “i- uh...”

“hey! sorry for botherin’ whatever ‘ya and ‘tsumu were doin’ but i need some...” osamu trailed off once he clocked what was going on. “...help.”

though the more customers more farther away from you three’s general area continued eating and chattering amongst themselves like usual, you guys seemed to create a scene, ending up being the cynosure of many of the patrons.

osamu liked to think that he was somewhat reasonable, at least more so than his brother, but though their differences can easily be found out, both with first expressions and getting to know them better, they were still rather similar to each other at the end of the day as a product of how they grew up.

so, without thinking about the possible repercussions this could cause to his relationship, he grabbed the velvet box from atsumu’s hand, and started walking towards you.

“y/n... if i’m gonna be honest, yer one of the best things that ever happened to me in my life,” osamu smiled, the words falling out of his mouth naturally as he knelt down on one of his knees, his ‘onigiri miya’ cap casting a shadow over his eyes as he secretly hoped it masked the many emotions trying to process through his brain at the same time.

the restaurant around the both of you fell suddenly deathly silent, the only sound other than the distant cars honking and driving past the place outside was a small gasp escaping from your mouth.

“...an’ i wanna keep that in my life... forever,” osamu then presented the unboxed ring to you, his hat no longer concealing his silver eyes, which was now swimming with nothing but love and admiration.

“l/n y/n, may ‘ya do me the honor of bein’ my ‘forever’?”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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❝ 𝐢'𝐦 𝐬𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐚 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐟𝐚𝐧—𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠-? ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… two men who's share a single brain cell decides to give you their jersey in the most unconventional way possible 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… atsumu miya x gn!reader, shoyo hinata x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff, second-hand embarrassment, 1.9k words (atsumu: 0.9k, hinata: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… sweaty atsumu = menace atsumu, definitely not realistic lololol, i guess it's suggestive?? it won't be in the rated-r tag; coming from a volleyball player, [name] mentions a play atsumu did that i'm not sure is entirely possible 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… after who knows how long, i finally found the inspiration to write slightly based on this (https://youtu.be/71G7IXjUx6U) video of ronaldo giving a fan his jersey! you could also think of this as sort of a sequel to this post, just with different characters! happy late new year and pretend i didn't disappear for a bit <3

𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮 𝐦𝐢𝐲𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 宮侑

the victorious sentiment echoed in the stadium, the cheers specifically belonging the crowds adorned in gold and black. the match between the msby jackals and the ejp raijin had finally concluded, with the jackals coming out on top.

the thing about atsumu was that no matter what—once he gets into your life, he never seems to get out of it. you thought taking a job as a manager for the raijin (which, last time you checked, their home location was definitely not in osaka) would finally get you to part ways with the setter and heal from the obviously unrequited puppy crush that grew out of hand.

unfortunately, the japanese volleyball world seemed to be quite small, considering the numerous times the two teams went against one another. well, perhaps it was good luck for you; you weren't exactly ready to let him go as a friend yet.

(in your opinion, the word 'friend' was a bit of a stretch, but your point remained standing.)

atsumu, like always, was one of the players that were the center of attention in all his sweat-drenched glory; honestly, it was quite difficult not to notice him.

so, after congratulating the opposing team's manager and coach, you decide to be the good sportsmanship-like person you are and praise his performance (as well as stretch his already over-inflated ego... but it wouldn't be that bad, right?)

"miya-kun!" you called out once he was finished talking to some interviewers, running up to him when he acknowledged your presence with that stupidly big grin of his. once you eventually stood before him, it was as if the words you were mentally preparing yourself to say we're stuck in your throat. "y-you did great today!"

"didn't i tell 'ya to call me atsumu? 'ya know i'm not gonna let 'ya call me that when 'samu and i are in the same room, so why stop there?"

you flushed at the forwardness, though you respected his wishes regardless. "well then... atsumu-kun, you did great!"

he arched his neck back with his hands stationed at his hips, laughing for a while at how swiftly you corrected your "mistake."

"wow," the setter chuckled a bit before finishing with a cocky smirk. "didn't think i woulda had one of my fans be a manager for the raijin, out've all people."

you froze a bit slightly for some reason, but found yourself relaxing not long afterward. he never seemed to change. sometimes, you forget he's just as dorky as ever. you didn't hold back from comparing it to volleyball—he still played the same way as he did in high school.

"well, of course i am, atsumu," you've stated blankly, as if this were and obvious fact. before hearing those words fall out, the blond's head drifted slightly to study a nearby team warming up for a match. however, when he finally registered it in his head he widened his eyes, doing a double take. "you've come a long way from high school... and that rally when you faked a dump, a set, yet actually dumped was nothing short of incredible-"

not bearing to let you incessantly compliment him despite it being only five seconds, the man interrupted. "yeah, yeah... i know, i'm amazin', aren't i? is it gettin' hot in here? personally... i think they should tone down the heater right about now, heh."

you noticed that? was along the lines of the blond's thoughts as he tried to cool down the burning red on his face, blazing across his cheeks. the announcers kind of brushed it under the rug, much to his chagrin, yet it wasn't a big deal that he was noticed. why did you make it a big deal? most importantly, why did he?

"atsumu!" you called out, breaking him out from his thoughts by perching your hand on top of his shoulder. "you're heating up and spacing out... i know i'm not the jackals' manager but you really have to start lookin' out for yourself. though, i suppose it's kind of warm in here..."

"'ya know what? you don't gotta get me to the infirmary, [name]-san. it's scorchin' in here!"

not paying attention to the somewhat cryptic wording, your eyes bounced around the arena, attempting to find the quickest route to get atsumu taken care of. "right, just follow me okay—oh my god."

it all happened too fast—you swore he was wearing a shirt a few seconds ago, and now it was held snugly around his arms before he practically shoved it into your hold.

rather than resting your focus on his defined figure (though, to be fair, you couldn't but sneak a glimpse of it), your eyes were trained on his damp, black and gold jersey, displaying the number in bold font: 13. a part of you didn't even feel the least bit disgusted at the admittedly gross gesture, you simply were standing there, paralyzed in the sheer audacity of it all.

"i- atsumu, there's no way i can-"

"anythin' for a fan, am i right?" he smirked, paying no heed to suddenly grabbing the attention of various newscasters not to far from you two.

deciding to escalate the situation even further, he added something else to the conversation in a lower tone. "if 'ya want, i can give 'ya my shorts, too."

winking at you and flashing his teeth, you couldn't help but feel the urge to turn in your two weeks' notice.

𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐲𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚. ･ﾟ: *. — 日向翔陽

the awe of the crowd watching the tiniest player in the msby jackals soaring above his teammates and opponents couldn't even come close to holding a candle to your own expression.

it's only amazing to see that he's come so far... you remember when you first discovered HINATA on that low-quality, youtube video you discovered when searching for nothing in particular attempting to fill the void of having absolutely nothing better to do. even at his debut, even at the clumsiness he initially felt during the beginning of the match, you could feel that there was pure passion and skill behind it all.

when you heard that the infamous ninja-shoyo was coming to japan and made the msby black jackal's starting lineup, you knew you just had to purchase a ticket for one of his games as soon as your busy, hectic life would let you. and now here you are, already have been to seventeen of his games (and counting!) managing to somehow score the same seat in the middle of the stadium, particularly on the side with the gold and black team playing.

the excitement coursing in your veins still remained even after 30 minutes since the match had concluded. the little grin on your face continued to stretch as you ordered some onigiri near the food stand that had been set up right outside the volleyball court; not even the scene where one man (who, may you add, bore a strange resemblance to the owner of the food stall) and two others out of your peripheral vision were causing beside you, clamoring about how they deserve food on the house for "winning," wasn't able to break your attitude.

inevitably, your prior upbeat mood had toned down, now replaced by a strong sense of curiosity regarding the situation behind you. it was only a matter of time before you couldn't handle it, swiftly turning your head around to see what was up. though, you weren't necessarily expecting to have your eyes widen at the sight.

the blond one was somebody you recognized from the game earlier and behind him was a spiky, silver haired man, who also participated in the match. apparently, you didn't notice the obvious pattern, seeing as you still managed to widen your eyes even more when you noticed the fluff of orange hair right behind you.

for a split second, both you and hinata locked eyes, before you glanced away first. you directed your attention toward the onigiri stand, hoping that they could just hurry it up your order so you wouldn't have to stand around here for much longer-

"hey!" an unfamiliar voice called out. judging by the way it came behind you, there was an unfortunately high possibility of it being one of those three players. reluctantly, you glanced back, with the opposite hitter's eyes practically boring into yours. "didn't i see you before?"

he was met with confusion as you quirked an eyebrow. "w-what do you mean?"

you hope to the universe he didn't mean he saw you doing something embarrassing, like buying his merch in public or something of the sort.

a few moments pass, mostly consisting of hinata pondering a bit, glancing at you every now and then while looking down at his shoes trying to figure out your identity. how long was your onigiri going to take to get ready?!

"ah! i know!" hinata suddenly exclaimed, pushing the side of his fist into his palm. "you're the person i always see at our games!"

you take what you previously thought was embarrassing back—nothing compared to that tiny observation could be any more humiliating.

"bokuto-san, miya-san, i think we just found a fan!!"

"as if we don't see more than one everyday, shokkun," the blond disregarded hinata's discovery, going back to haggle the price of onigiri with the owner once more, the sounds of their bickering fading behind you.

"ah, it's your very first fan interaction!" the owl-headed one piped up—based on how loud he was, you were surprised he didn't cause an even larger scene. "they're really special, and they're regular too, which makes it super special! you should give them something!!"

ignoring the blatant display of total embarrassment shoved in your face, you noticed how hinata seemed to be thinking rather hard on this subject.

"you know what, i know what you can do!" might as well get something out of this, right? "my onigiri is taking a little while, and since your teammate seems to know the proprietor personally, maybe you can get it on the house for me-"

"i know!" the ginger-haired man interrupted your brilliant idea. regardless, you didn't say anything; you were curious what was in his mind that he believed was better than free food. "i can get you my jersey!"

you blinked owlishly, feeling the urge to cock your head to the side in confusion at the sudden outburst, only being able to muster up a, "huh?"

hinata nodded, almost excitedly. "yeah, i think that sounds good, doesn't it?"

"well, sure, but i think my onigiri would be even better-"

you suddenly sputtered, your words refusing to come out of your mouth as you watched hinata pull up his shirt, exposing his attractively toned body. understandably, not wanting attract too much attention and cause your onigiri to be even more delayed, you grabbed the hem of his jersey and yanked it down.

"i'm good! really, a selfie or something would do!" you panicked, retracting your hands away from him.

"but, wouldn't you want a jersey of your favorite player?"

"...you aren't wrong-"

"then it's settled then!" before your reflexes activated, he yanked his jersey over his head, handing it to you as he bowed. "i hope you support our team in the future!"

you weren't sure if this "souvenir" would encourage you to come to more of their games or swear off of watching volleyball ever again.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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you can't deny that going to a drive-in theater at the crack of dawn was not the most thrilling of adventures you've went on with NISHINOYA.

the blue staining the world, marking the early hours of the day and the number of blankets insulating the two of you from cruelties of the blistering cold wasn't exactly the go-to moment for people feel the chills of exhilaration.

rather, a date such as this warranted a different type of chills.

once a gust of wind glided past your face, sending shivers up your spine upon contact, noya was quick to come to your aid, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer. you attempted to hold in a giggle as you watched him edge portions of your shared refuge from the cold towards you, grimacing slightly every so often.

afterward, he would use this as an opportunity to snuggle in closer, brushing the tip of his nose against your neck before turning his face back to the set up projection screen ahead, chomping on the microwave popcorn from your shared bin. (fortunately, a scene didn't appear that would cause him to scatter the few kernels left around the roof of your car and the food abyss of the parking lot below).

a silence such as this was one rivaling a quiet when he's on the volleyball court; the obvious difference being instead of the squeaking of shoes against the wood stained floor, there was the sipping of soda and the faraway voices from the movie.

settling into the comforts of your car roof may not be one of the most stirring of adventures you've been on with nishinoya, but with the dramatic music rising to its crescendo and your boyfriend departing from your body to immerse himself into the action movie glowing on the big screen, you really didn't mind.

"OHMYGODOMYGODOHMYGOD—[NAME], LOOK-"

and there he was.

still, you indulged in his beckoning for your attention to the big screen, snuggling into his figure just as he has with yours.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮!! 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#nishinoya x reader #noya x reader #yuu nishinoya #yuu nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x you #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya timestamp #nishinoya yu x reader #nishinoya yū #haikyuu x reader #i've been on a roll with writing recently #who knew that getting off of this site would help me out lol #i've got a bunch of stuff ready to go!!

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CYNO really, truly despises how you keep talking during films.

recently, fontaine had created new technology that depicted photographs actually doing things inside of a medium. naturally, when proven not to be a rumor, it took teyvat by storm. after all, it wasn't every day when innovational devices are invented, right?

it was to be expected when you approached the mahamatra almost instantly after news, eyes sparkling with glee. never mind the rather odd sight of an unfamiliar figure at the akademiya walking up to him out of the blue, he was meaning to watch one of these "moving pictures" (as it was dubbed before finding out the proper terminology) himself, he agreed to bring you to the akademiya, where they planned to study this particularly alien item (cyno didn't exactly disclose that they were going to study your reactions of watching this for the first time, but he digresses.)

only a few minutes prior to the beginning of the film, it clearly didn't take a graduate of the akademiya to tell you were going all out. yes, the event was very special indeed, yet not to the point where it warranted you enthusiastically handing pita pockets to everybody in the vicinity. the argument of basic lab safety was bound to be shot down swiftly, so cyno simply remained silent. he wasn’t a buzzkill or anything, and the subtle, yet rather messy munching sound the students made while eating (perhaps due to the fact that they were starving themselves in order to graduate) didn't reach to the point it was disruptive to the experiment, gratefully enough.

and yet, another problem arose.

cyno genuinely wanted to watch the film. it isn't very noticeable to the untrained eye; you could just tell that he was looking forward to this. maybe it was the slight glint in his eyes, or maybe his rather minuscule mercy when it came to students who were found to be academically dishonest.

either way, he was in a good mood. or at least was. it was strange, to see that the small bout of eagerness peaking through his stoic expression, only to miserably collapse like somebody trying to build a tower out of genius invokation tcg cards.

luckily (or not so luckily in his case), cyno knew exactly what was going on: the constant chattering not from the film, but another source. now, it would've been a much different case if it was the students at fault—except it wasn't.

the sounds of the researching students scribbling ink on their paper joined as soon as you opened your mouth, recording every time you would exclaim at every remotely interesting detail that shows up or attempt to interpret every single action that the characters were doing.

it was just so... so frustrating—aggravating, even—that your seemingly never-ending voice was more interesting than a literal cutting-edge invention. how your own input appeared way more appealing than the actual thing itself.

unbeknownst to him, the scholars completely switched the focus of their research entirely on his rather interesting facial expression.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝! <𝟑

#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#cyno x reader #cyno x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x reader #cyno #cyno x gn reader #cyno x fem!reader #cyno x male reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader

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❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… haikyuu!! but make it enemies to lovers. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… haikyuu!! boys x gn!reader (unfortunately, i was on vacation while writing this, so most likely not everybody was here since i had to write in html format and got hella confused) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… pining, fluff, angst, strictly enemies-to-lovers, mass headcanons 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… angst, pining, possibly one-sided love or one-sided rivalry. 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… i swear if i see this quote once more i’m gonna cry (not before finally watching bridgerton tho) fun fact: the 4th headcanon was actually based off of a real life grudge i had in middle school track (no, i did not end up liking them)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. — you didn’t want to do it, and they certainly didn’t want to do it. however, in a world that acts like not having a romantic relationship at a certain amount of time is downright horrible, social pressures from everyone to your parents, friends, and literally strangers on the street inevitably led the two of you together. it was, apparently, out of pure convenience; all of your other friends were busy, and now here were the both of you, hand in hand, in a bustling party, where they had no clue who most of the people were. this situation unfortunately also made it where they were “forced” to hang out with you... well, now that you thought about it more, “forced” is a rather generous word, given how they either are a little bit too affectionate, even for a supposedly fake relationship, or how he might adamantly deny he was when you point it out.

↳ SUNA, KAGEYAMA, yaku, kyotani, sakunami-ish, GOSHIKI, SAKUSA, semi, kuroo.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 ❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭 ❞ 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. — mutual hatred spread like an invasive species in the both of you ever since the two of you met each other as children; perhaps it was just fate that you two practically loathed every square inch of each other. of course, the hatred seemed to do nothing but strengthen as the two of you grown older, as seen by the way he walks you home since he’s practically the only one the school who knows and is near where you live, the way he splits his lunch with you when you forget yours, and most notably, the longing gaze he gives you across the room when he sees you all happy and smiliey with someone who wasn’t him, and of course, when he seems genuinely cheerful when he's around you. he’s definitely doing this because he hates you.

↳ kawanishi, DAISHOU, kai, WATARI, GOSHIKI, matsunhyakuzawa, kinoshita, HINATA, nakashima, ARAN, yamagata, watari-ish, LEV-ish, inuoka, iwaizumi

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. — to say you were flat-out stoked when you got the job was definitely an understatement... and everything seemed practically perfect; the salary, the hours, the conditions. it just seemed as if everything was going in your favor! however, as one of your co-workers were showing you around the workplace, your eyes weren’t looking at the direction they were supposed to and spotted a rather familiar young man. maybe your eyes were tricking you... maybe he was just eerily familiar, but it couldn’t possibly be him! before you started eternally racking your brain for possible excuses for why he out of all people was here, your fellow coworker interrupts your thoughts, causing you to rush over to them, embarrassed, but now without the weird feeling of eyes on you. even with such a subtle interaction, the coworker leading you around the workplace couldn’t help but feel as though they’re going to be in a world of hurt tommorrow.

↳ TSUKKI, ennoshita, ukai, KUGIRI, yamamoto, TANAKA, NOYA, suna, makki

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. — is there one, single, thing that this guy cannot do better than you? honestly, it just seems like he’s good at everything; from athletics to academics, and maybe even throw in art there too. it’s frustrating; maybe it’s just you, but either they verbally say it or not, he just seem to be mocking you with his aura alone. insecurity aside, you couldn’t help but feel the burning need to not only succeed, but at the very least, beat him, and it’s the very same for him. (plot twist: he really was trying to show off, but this mess happened instead).

↳ kenma-ish, KAMASAKI, ATSUMU, osamu, kuroo, TSUKKI (insufferable), suga, kita (he’s way too damn perfect), kindaichi-ish, kunimi (insufferable 2 electric boogaloo), NUMAI, GAO, oikawa, iwaizumi-ish, AKAASHI.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩. — the thing about this relationship was that unlike the others, this particular one didn’t have any history of bad blood between you and him. however, similar to most of them, the tense atmosphere always came when the two of you were in the same room together. unfortunately, it seemed as though both of your guardians had agreed that it was romantic tension, causing the two of you to be married on the next day. the night before the ceremony, the bed sheets were... cold... almost, even when the both of you were more than aware you were sharing the same bed. it’s less casual teasing and more distant than anything. this “relationship” wasn’t going anywhere, everybody and their mothers know it. regardless, with absolutely no effort on both of your parts to get to know your spouse better, there's simply no hope.

↳ YAMAGUCHI, washio, ASAHI, MONIWA, udai, ikejiri, daichi, AONE, teshiro.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐨, 𝐢𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥?

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… what sports would the haikyuu!! boys do besides volleyball? 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… all the haikyuu!! boys (at least the ones who are relevant enough to be on these hcs lol) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… literally no volleyball 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… none…? i guess lack of x reader content here since that's what i normally do idk 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… i sacrifice aesthetics in order for tumblr not to crash on me every time i type a single character. also i rant too much abt sports since i'm a nerd.

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

↳ HINATA (def a sprinter), inuoka, koganegawa (hurdler??), HOSHIUMI, suga (gives me 800m vibes for some reason), komi, tendou, LEV (did the 3200m aka 2 mile run for some reason... rlly bad mistake), TERUSHIMA (gets dusted by everybody else), tanaka, KYOTANI (hurdles?), kawanishi, kawatabi

𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝.

↳ komori (idk he just gives me pole vault vibes lol), TANAKA (def in shotput idc what anyone says), NOYA (probs high jump), BOKUTO, HOSHIUMI, aran, konoha, washio, lev, YAMAMOTO, NUMAI, kyotani

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥.

↳ KUROO (have you seen him??), aran, omimi, daisho, FUTAKUCHI, suna (??), kageyama (tho i don't think he'd actually enjoy it HAHA), matsun, washio, tendou, lev, hyakuzawa, GAO (if he didn't it would be a waste of 80 inches), terushima, kenma (wii e-sports) tsukishima (also probs wouldn’t enjoy it either lol), yamaguchi, kuguri (??), KINDAICHI, kunimi, asahi, KAWANISHI, hiroo (looks like tatsuya from knb tbh)

𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥.

↳ IWAIZUMI (i mean those arms-), osamu (literally only bc of his onigiri miya hat), moniwa, komori, BOKUTO, suga, akaashi, kinoshita (i actually hc he played baseball in middle school), akagi (gives me pitcher vibes), matsun, terushima, kenma (wii e-sports), YAMAMOTO, yamaguchi (for some reason), kunimi, watari

𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥.

↳ ATSUMU (literally your standard jock), osamu, iwaizumi, KAMASAKI, daichi, bokuto, tanaka, AONE (made for the sport), washio, nishinoya, YAMAMOTO, NUMAI, sasaya, moniwa (peer pressure), reon, semi, kita-ish, asahi (also peer pressure, except no one rlly did anything tbh)

𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞.

↳ kuroo (idk he just seems like the type for some reason-), sakusa, ATSUMU, kamasaki, bokuto (has no clue about the rules whatsoever), ennoshita, USHIJIMA, kita, kai, tsukki, sasaya, onaga

𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐬.

↳ SUGA (weirdly competitive and intense), AKAASHI, sakusa, kinoshita, ennoshita, narita, ushijima, OIKAWA, kageyama, makki, kai, YAKU (also weirdly aggressive), lev (actually, fully sucks at it), goshiki, kenma (wii e-sports + maybe table) tsukki, YAMAGUCHI, sarukui, SHIBAYAMA

𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝/𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨.

↳ KAGEYAMA (totally not because of free!!), sasaya, narita, kuroo (oozes out water polo vibes for some reason), AKAASHI, SAKUSA, goshiki, atsumu, osamu, FUTAKUCHI, TSUKKI, kunimi, kindaichi, sakunami, SEMI-ish, hirugami, kita, OIKAWA, sarukui, onaga, daisho, shirabu, shibayama

𝐬𝐨𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐫/𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐭𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥

↳ DAICHI (probs played soccer since he was like five), suga, iwaizumi, atsumu, osamu, HINATA, NUMAI, watari (it’s his hair), reon, hirugami, oikawa, onaga, NAKASHIMA, teshiro, riseki, hayato, shibayama, yahaba, IKEJIRI

𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 (𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐜𝐞.)

↳ ATSUMU, OSAMU (probably always tries to hit each other with the stick, or worse, the hockey puck), iwaizumi, sasaya, terushima, bokuto, onagawa, AONE, asahi (intimidated by the puck) fukunaga,

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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❝ 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲! ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… what did they do when they had a middle school crush? (alternatively: how down bad are they?) 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… all the haikyuu!! cast (at least the ones who are relevant enough to be on these hcs lol) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… fluff, pining, maybe angst idk 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… none…? very cliche, probs making fun of middle school me in the process (and in that regard, probably the rest of your middle school selves,) angst if you squint 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… a bunch of my feelings about some actual middle school crushes i had shoved into a few words of text (also i post this when i didn’t even finish the masterlist for haikyuu!!...)

𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞. — they might as well write ‘I DON’T LIKE YOU’ with a black sharpie on their head and bash it on your head so you’d get the message! however, that couldn’t be anything but the truth. these people might as well be as socially inept as a cabbage if they couldn’t piece together the fact that hey, maybe you’d get the wrong idea?? or maybe that’s what they’re going for idk-

↳ YACHI, kenma, moniwa, ASAHI, yamaguchi, washio, SUNA, kuroo, KAGEYAMA, yamamoto, watari-ish, HYAKUZAWA kyotani, sakunami-ish, GOSHIKI, SAKUSA, kunimi.

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 (𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬) — there’s no word in any language in the world that can fully describe how annoying they are. they keep taking your brand new pencils you were super duper proud of, keep slapping your laptop shut, keep calling you stupid names, and try to show off to you in p.e and (somehow) fail miserably. they gotta grow up and actually face their feelings headfirst like a real (totally not middle-school aged) kid.

↳ ATSUMU, kamasaki, TERUSHIMA, kuroo, futakuchi, tsukki-ish, suga-ish, numai, osamu, bokuto-ish (not like this level of annoying but like clingy annoying), suna, oikawa, konoha, OIKAWA, matsun, makki, GAO.

𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭. — a person after your own heart! sure, you probably don’t notice (and if you did, you may or may not have aggressively have called them a ‘nice friend’ or said ‘you’re like the sibling i’ve never wanted!’), but that didn’t mean their gestures weren’t more than appreciated platonically (perhaps even more than that?)

↳ suga, yaku, ARAN, watari, yamagata, WASHIO, osamu, AKAASHI, yukie-ish, inuoka, LEV (kinda fails tho), semi (writes you songs <3), kawatabi, kanoka, bokuto, IWAIZUMI, KOGANEGAWA, michimiya, (poor guy), aone, meian.

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭... 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐥. — there’s a 50-50 chance that you have absolutely no idea who they are. even if you did, yout two just... didn’t seem like it? the two of you were friendly (perhaps even friends) but you guys just seemed to only talk in class and live the rest of your lives as normal. you’d probably be in complete and utter shock that they actually harbored feelings toward you.

↳ ukai jr., AKITERU, kawanishi, KAORI, yukie, komi, yamagata, sarukui, akagi, matsun, shriabu, yahaba, kunimi, SASAYA, hirugami.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. — friends as early as the womb, y’all are either attached by the hip or distanced yourselves recently and have a pretty awkward relationship. the truth is, they had a crush on you since the two of you were kids. if you’d reject them... things are bound to get a little awkward.

↳ NOYA, tanaka, takeda, michimiya, AKITERU, NAKASHIMA, kanoka, yamagata, ONAGA, onagawa, akagi, kita, IWAIZUMI, HIRUGAMI, ikejiri, inunaki, komori.

𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐠𝐮𝐞. — maybe they’re just quiet, or ‘the school outcast’, if you will. they either flew under your radar or that you honestly thought they were weird like everybody else and avoided them. even if you weren’t like the majority of the student population, they still never really made an effort to talk to you or anything of the sort. you were like, really cool while they were just... them.

↳ TENDOU, fukunaga (??), aone, yamaguchi, akaashi-ish, udai-ish, teshiro, onagawa, sakusa-ish, KYOTANI.

𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧? — really, you were nothing more than just an innocent hallway/lunch line crush, someone who just so happened to look really attractive that their eyes just gravitate towards just because omg, you’re just that damn pretty. it would probably fizzle out by the end of the year, but until then, you can’t seem to shake the feeling that someone was staring at you.

↳ akagi, KINOSHITA, narita, ENNOSHITA, hinata, kenma, udai, teshiro, SHIBAYAMA, sarukui, onagawa, sasaya, KINDAICHI, moniwa, yahaba-ish, riseki.

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡? 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡?? — it’s funny that you’d think someone like them would like you. it’s not an insult to you; it’s really to them. they have a brain that either registers volleyball and volleyball only or they really just don’t care about romantic relationships like a normal kid.

↳ KAGEYAMA, hinata-ish, DAICHI (read this for reference), ushijima, ATSUMU, omimi, kita.

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡. — their hardwork from the third hc had paid off (or maybe they were just that attractive)! though you’re annoyingly dense towards their blatantly obivious fondness towards you, there really is something about how the way they look at you, how hard-working they are, how sweet they are and... wait, did they always look so cute??

↳ KIYOKO, kita-ish, aran, washio, OSAMU, DAICHI, saeko, KANOKA, OIKAWA, IWAIZUMI, kageyama, tsukki, meian, komori, suga-ish.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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hello! my apologies if im doing anything wrong as im very new to this. could i please ask for a ticket to the ball with a daffodil and belladonna with kaeya? thank you ^^

❝ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… kaeya has eyes for you and you only. however... it seems as if you have trouble understanding that. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… kaeya x gn!reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… a ball ticket (royalty!au), daffodil (best-friend-to-lover!reader), belladonna (”there’s no way you’re expecting to like anyone else but you here.”), fluff, 2nd pov used, 0.9k words 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, could be suggestive (? i’ll still put it under the rated-r tag),ended up falling into a habit and using 2nd pov instead of 3rd pov and they/them pronouns like i said in the event if that’s what you care abt whoops- 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… don’t worry, you’re alright!! thank you so much for requesting! (is it obvious i had a lot of fun writing this based on my pfp-)

the midnight ball was nothing to scoff at; even as a member of the royalty’s esteemed staff.

with various important figures spilling into the palace’s grand hall, all adorned in the utmost, over-the-top jewelry and clothing, the venue cleaned with so much care you could see your reflection on both the marble floor, ceiling, and any hard surface that you could lay your eyes on—an outsider, even the people attending and working during the event, believed that just the atmosphere alone renders it to be a ball with at least of a somewhat importance.

well, everybody except the man of the hour himself.

“[name], you are aware this is just another one of my parent’s dumb socialite parties, correct?” KAEYA let his all-too familiar laugh spill from his lips. usually, the laugh would cause a concerning amount of butterflies to suddenly appear in your stomach, and the initial flustered reaction would cause the prince to immediately tease you for it... yet today was different.

currently, you were attempting to get him out of his quarters, only for him to stubbornly resist; the latter simply just standing there with his arm outstretched with you not even moving an inch from his original position on his bedside. it’s good to know that he wasn’t slacking off on honing his sword arts, but today, you wished that he would slack off a bit more than usual if it means that you get him out of his room without you having to struggle so much.

“it-” you paused, trying to calm down your intense breathing, already knowing a sadistic smile was creeping up on a certain man’s features. when you’ve finally felt like your break was long enough, you turned to him, his wrist still caged with your fingers. “it’s not some ‘dumb socialite party,’ your highness-”

“kaeya.”

“kaeya,” the irritation was quick to bleed through your voice, only making the prince’s grin wider in comparison. “besides, your parents need you to find someone there-”

“please, they know i could handle the kingdom by myself, it’s what they raised me to do, after all!” he rolled one of his blue eyes, though, even without the eye-patch, you would’ve figured he’d be rolling that one as well. however, with a sudden change of heart signaled with his eyes widening as if he had a little ‘eureka’ moment. “well, perhaps not...”

“great! great, great, great!” you exclaimed, trying your best not to show your doubt regarding his transparency. horror stories from past assistants and fellow co-workers, experience with attempting to make kaeya do everything crucial that would make the kingdom not fall apart, and pure intuition told you that him trailing off with his words was not only suspicious—it was a blatant sign of bad news. he was up to something; even with all the time you’ve spent dealing with his stupid antics, you still struggle to figure him out.

(much to your annoyance, kaeya would go all up in your face, and barely above a whisper, says, “i think i’m rather obvious, don’t you think?”)

nevertheless, you still proceeded to tighten your grip on his arm, and it just feels like you’ve been comically pushing your feet on the floor going absolutely nowhere: similar to that of a reverse treadmill. instead of something like shock or simply getting out of his damn bed, the man seemed to be rather charmed with your useless endeavors.

“c’mon! let’s get going-”

“not so fast,” kaeya confidently smirked, then pulled you forward with a strength that wouldn’t be expected for someone of such a lean stature. putting a particular emphasis on your hand, he was quick to lock his fingers in yours, placing the two on his chest.

naturally, you closed your eyes at the sudden gesture, a small ‘thump’ echoing in his spacious bedroom. after a few minutes of you registering your situation, you gradually opened them.

the first thing you noticed was, of course, kaeya. even if it weren’t for the fact that he made up more than a third of your vision, his presence was not hard to notice. it’s expected, as the prince and second in line to the throne.

though, just because it’s expected doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.

the second thing you noticed was the compromising position that he caused the two of you were in. it was no brainer from the sudden creases and wrinkles that made up the backdrop for kaeya that you and he were on his bed. with nothing more than a glimpse away, you found both of your arms outstretched: one comfortably pinned on the left side of his head and the other uncomfortably perched on his chest.

the circumstances always refuse to be in your favor regarding the prince; you couldn’t help but feel a rush of dopamine flood your system.

the third thing you noticed was the sudden, breathing-like feeling ghosting like your mouth. “if you blink, you’ll miss it,” didn’t mean anything to you before, it certainly did now. it appeared that the prince had used his strength to go against your weight, arching his back towards you, thus bringing his face closer.

“you didn’t let me finish,” he muttered, barely above a whisper, smirk swiftly molding into a small frown, clicking his tongue in unsatisfaction. him saying something alone would make you shudder. “hmph, how uncordial of you.”

his eye was one of the few objects in your line of sight—if not, the only. in order to calm yourself down, you’ve decided to look deep within it, not even clocking that his lips were dangerously closing into yours, only being alerted when you felt his fingers grazing your chin.

“regardless, it’s rather amusing to see you, my royal assistant—who knows the ins and outs of the his majesty, prince kaeya—thinks that i would have my sights set on anyone else but you.”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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𝟐𝟑:𝟎𝟐

the highly-esteemed businessman (and occasionally part-time bartender) DILUC's persona highly contrasted from broad daylight in comparison to the narrow "night."

during the day, he was more than just the wealthiest tycoon of mondstadt—known to most of the civilians as the cold, brooding man that’s rather vocal about his negative opinions regarding the nation’s knights of favonius, though polite, modest: the definition of the ideal gentleman (and possible marriage candidate).

albeit unknown, when darkness starts to loom over the city as lights start to illuminate the area and stars begin scattering every inch of the sky, he’s better known as the “darknight hero,” a vigilante who had gained the praise and awe from the average citizens and the rare few of them who saw him fight crime in person.

however, to you, he was simply diluc, sometimes ‘luc in private. you didn’t use the seemingly sacred alias nearly as frequently than in your younger years, but the nickname-turned term of endearment wasn’t something that would make him flinch in surprise at the “intimate” gesture.

then there was diluc during the previously stated “narrow ‘night.’” the rare times that he would come home, greeted by you and his staff, with neither loads of paperwork to file in his study, justice that needed to be brought, nor any excuse to further disorder (or “improvise” as he preferred to dub it as such) his sleeping schedule, you’ve physically pushed him upwards to your shared sleeping quarters, as if he would start dashing away at the slight chance you went easy on him. however, this wasn’t something that ever bothered the flaming redhead—in fact, diluc found it rather endearing.

to say that most, if not all of his servants didn’t greatly care about his well-being would naturally be a flat-out ruse, yet it was somewhat pleasant to witness someone be concerned over the worrying inconsistency of his slumber’s hours that wasn’t under his payroll.

so, without prior thinking, he willingly subjects to your adamant attitude, causing this whole “operation: get diluc to sleep like a normal person” (or gdtslanp for short) to become quite effortless than you made it out to be in your mind.

from dinner to a bath to pulling him to the bed you’ve partly occupied, his empty side all ready for him, it seemed that “forcing” him to comply with this “pampering” gradually turned easier every second—not that it really required any work in the first place.

“really, love, you shouldn’t feel the need to concern yourself with something so trivial,” diluc’s face morphed into a small, soft smile, chuckling at your behavior. his crimson hair that was no longer in his usual low-ponytail, instead held down. though mostly dry since he bathed at least an hour ago, the tips were still wet. “i can assure you that i can be responsible with my sleeping patterns.”

“well now, i thought you were the master diluc! i shouldn’t expect you to think i would fall for such empty words,” you retorted, in spite of well knowing that really, your significant other had nothing to do. perhaps it was so rare that you couldn’t help but feel defensive—maybe this was some sort of dream. “stay here, i wouldn’t want you running off to secretly go to the city again, would i?”

that was a scenario that happened one too many times, it was only once, but that doesn’t really matter. although your theatrics were a bit... excessive, in the end, this wasn’t really such an enormous deal to get all fussy about. with the amount of roles diluc took on relating to keep mondstadt both safe and its economy afloat, it was kind of reasonable that the man would pull a few hours from his sleep to work.

however, tonight wasn’t that night. he was going to sleep. just like what a normal person did.

and sleep he did.

surprisingly, it didn’t take him long to hit the hay the moment he was aware the lights vaulted on the ceiling went out (courtesy of you). he even let out a slightly inaudible snore! you didn’t even get the chance to say a soft, quiet “good night.” maybe he took a few more hours off his sleep schedule than you originally believed.

“good night, ‘luc,” you whispered, smiling to yourself as his nose nuzzled into your neck, slowly growing tired yourself. closing your eyes, your last sight being diluc’s face.

that was until a few hours later.

enter, the quote unquote “narrow night” persona.

you awoke to a rather loud groan filling the room from none other than diluc himself. with yourself curled right next to him, it seemed almost impossible to sleep through that noise. however, despite your mind being a bit more than agitated at the moment, you still had at least an ounce of worry.

“...’luc?” you question, morning voice kicking in even though it was the dead of night. his body warmth seemed to practically blaze throughout his body, even more than usual.

diluc’s body slightly shuffled, his arms tightening around you as if he was trying to suffocate you, his temperature burning through his clothes and into your skin.

“mmhhrghh...” his incomprehensible words had distress subtly laced around them, though not to the point they would go under your radar. whatever he was dreaming of, it was enough to cause you to be more than wide awake now.

“hey, c’mon... wake up.”

as if the red-haired man was actually fully conscious, a few moments later he replied, “...no.”

you didn’t have the time to roll your eyes, mostly attributable to the fact that it appeared that said time was gradually shrinking due to your significant other’s death grip on your torso.

“diluc... please...” you practically begged. the darknight hero is always on his guard after all, apparently even in his slumber, his most vulnerable state. probably something you should probably scold him for not placing enough trust in you—but for now, that wasn’t exactly on your mind.

in a split second, the archons themselves managed to take heed and indulge in your silent, countless of prayers to get this man off of you before he wakes up to a lifeless corpse beside him.

a rather loud gasp escaping from his lips, his orange-red eyes stretched out and how he jolted upwards to sit up signaled his awaken status. the poor guy’s pants were more than audible, his chest rising and falling at a concerningly quick rate. all of a sudden, sweat beads became more discernible. his expression was in a state of panic.

almost immediately, his eyes were directed towards you, as if you were the one that just woke up from the nightmare.

“y/n, are you alright?” diluc inquired, concern flooding his widened eyes, disregarding his cold sweat. the rare expression that was other than his usual nonchalant display of emotions would’ve, under normal circumstances, cause you flamboyantly swoon in adoration and delight (much to his embarrassment, both in public and in private). however, you couldn’t help yet act differently in this scenario.

“...love?” he asked for your attention once more, his worry slightly growing when you refused to respond. his calloused hands that were the result of many years of prolonged use of his claymore softly grasped on your cheek. at the intimate gesture, it felt impossible to feel not feel guilty on what you were about to do. “are you okay- ouch-!”

the flick to the forehead wasn’t at all anticipated, making it seemingly hurt more than it did.

“you complete idiot,” you laughed, pecking his forehead in the area where you inflicted a slightly red and sore spot grow on diluc’s forehead. though already more than (read: not at all) accustomed to your various affections, it appeared as though one of the weaker displays of your endearment made him heat up, completely flustered. “worry about yourself more... have you seen yourself?”

you grabbed his arm and pulled it up to his view for emphasis.

“you’re paler than usual! just a minute ago, you were practically burning up into a crisp!” you pointed out, albeit rather loudly. it was a miracle that none of diluc’s staff barged into his sleeping quarters out of pure concern in the next few minutes. “forget me—what about you?”

your previously aggressive tone faltered into a more soft one, but the concern you felt over your boyfriend didn’t leave you.

“they’re just nightmares... i’ve had them for as long as i can remember,” of course, diluc blatantly lied on that very sentence. he wasn’t about to spill his guts out on the source of his dreams—he couldn’t just tell you that his late father’s death still haunts him to this day. that isn’t the emotional baggage that is obligatory to unpack at the moment, especially when he’s supposed to “relax.”

fortunately for the redhead, you didn’t bother to attempt to pry into his vague explanation. instead, you opted to lay down on your shared bed once more, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him down with you.

“...i think it’s because you fell asleep before i did,” you came to your own conclusion, making diluc crack a smile. that didn’t make sense at all! no matter, he was quick to adapt to his new position, circling his arms around your torso like before, perching his chin above your head.

not bothering to question how you decided this was the reason for his nightmares, diluc made himself comfortable while you pondered more on the possible causes, then stopped to nod to yourself, finally confident in your thoughts.

“yeah. that’s it.”

in reality, that wasn’t it, and you were well aware of the that. you weren’t stupid, even if you did a seemingly good job of acting like it. you may not know exactly the cause of your significant other’s horrible dreams, but that doesn’t mean you could just brush it off like nothing. the poor man’s strong actions were just too drastic to be ignored.

however, you can’t demand answers out of diluc either. he has no obligation to indulge in your curiosities after all.

so, little did you know, like him, you deceived him as well. this was a conversation for another time, no matter if it’s days, weeks, years, perhaps even the next morning. you were supposed to get diluc to sleep not in the usual ungodly hours he would’ve if you hadn’t “intervened.”

“well, what do you suppose we do?” diluc asked, his ruby-colored eyes peering down at you.

“well, we sleep, that’s for certain,” you chuckled, staring at him back. it would’ve been rather uncomfortable to look at had the bedroom have another light source other than the spilling moonlight from the window. “but we’ll do it together.”

not arguing against your stupid, maybe even childish solution, he changed his position from your head and settled near your neck, his vibrant hair now tickling your face a bit.

“let’s get to it, then.”

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

#what the hell is this #i literally regurgitated words #this is a rather late birthday present for a fictional character #but happy birthday to diluc!!#diluc x reader #diluc x y/n #diluc x you #diluc x gn reader #diluc x fem!reader #diluc x male reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞.!#i really really home to get the first chapter of the suns in our eyes up soon #soft!diluc #probably ooc but shh #not proofread sorry

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❝ 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤, 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… you're on the kiss cam with some of the genshin boys! 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… tighnari x gn!reader (ft. collei!), shikonin heizou x reader, gn!cyno x reader 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… no established relationship, modern!au where anthropomorphic people exist because for some reason i refuse to believe in a reality where tighnari doesn’t have his ears, 2.5k words (seperately, tighnari: 0.8k; heizou: 0.7k, cyno: 1k) 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… typed in lowercase as a stylistic choice, idk a kiss-cam, heizou is a piece of dook-dook, probably messy writing on cyno’s, also he might be ooc whoops- 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… let's hope this actually shows up in the tags this time take two lol (also i’m super sorry abt neglecting event asks!! i can’t promise i’ll get to them asap, but i’ll try to get them done!!) ALSO, incredibly off topic—y’all don’t know how happy i am for cyno’s va (alejandro saab)!! i’ve been following him ever since his mystreet and yandere simulator days so it's great to see him get such a role!

𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐯𝐮𝐥𝐩𝐞𝐬 𝐳𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐚.

TIGHNARI definitely expected collei to be so excited during a sports event.

"wow... it's so crowded here!" she exclaimed, excitedly shaking her head in one direction after another. simply hearing her voice was enough to sense the golden sparkles hovering inside of her amethyst-colored eyes. truth be told, she wasn't used to being in the same vicinity as so many people. though eleazar was not contagious, it was always a concern for tighnari that collei wouldn't be getting proper rest or enough medicine to last for the duration of a game.

however, the archons sent an angel from above for collei in the form of you, who somehow managed to guilt trip the forest watcher into bringing her to the sports stadium nearby so she could be a quote-unquote "normal teenager," even going as far as to invite him along with you two.

he certainly did his best to refrain from acting too overbearing, and he succeeded—at least verbally.

spotting him checking collei's bag yet again after five minutes to see if she still has enough of her prescription, you quickly swatted his hand away, causing a small yelp of pain to escape from tighnari's mouth. if collei wasn't so busy 'oohing' and 'ahhing' she'd probably attempt to stifle a laugh.

"you really have to relax, 'nari," he scoffs at the nickname, but it secretly makes his heart skip a beat. "see, collei here as every reason to be anxious, however..."

you jabbed a finger at his chest, smirking. "you don't."

slightly confused to see you settle back into your seat after your gesture, he sighed, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms and legs. "what, is it illegal to care about collei now?"

you frowned a bit at his retort. "no... but now that you're here, you'll might as well enjoy yourself, right? she definitely is."

tighnari looked to his left, where collei was animatedly joining the cheering spectators. it was obvious she had no clue what was going on much less know what team to root for, but seeing her being completely fine made him physically relax.

it seems as though he made himself so comfortable that he didn't even clock the sudden placement of a gentle, warm weight on top of his hand.

"c'mon~ please? for me?"

tighnari liked to think he was better than this petty form of persuasion. when it came to you though, it seems to be a different case. shaking his head, he nodded before you lifted your hand from his (an unexpected chill ran through his arm after that), clasping your hands together in glee.

it would've been a sweet moment, him staring into your eyes while you did the same in return for a few seconds, if it weren't for the blaring buzzing sound filling the stadium, ruining it all.

"oh, that must be half-time!" you exclaimed, shooting upwards from your spot, being sure to take your belongings with you so they would slip off from those foldable chairs. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom real quick-"

"[name], master, look!!" collei was quick to interrupt your sentence. usually, tighnari would scold the girl for cutting into people's sentences, but seeing as she was pointing rather aggressively, he believed it was worth looking into. or in this case, up.

and there were him and you—front and center of the jumbo screen attached to the vaulted, steel ceiling above with a plethora of digital hearts and kiss stains floating everywhere. he didn't even need to read the bold letters spelling out 'KISS-CAM" to figure out what was going on.

just his luck, right? he got what he wanted—to stare into those big, colored eyes of yours—but unfortunately not in the way he would've preferred. glancing back at you, he was met with unabashed shock not towards him, but to the screen above.

tighnari knew how these little games they played during intermissions work. try to ignore it, and they'll move on with someone else only to come right back at the two of you, similar to the physics of collei's boomerang. it's best that they get this over with before further public humiliation ensues, after all.

slowly, he leaned in to press his lips against your cheek for a second or two before pulling back. takes the least amount of time and best of all, is the least awkward. a win-win, right?

well, as fate would have it, you seemed to notice just in time, jolting your head towards tighnari so fast he didn't have time to register something soft grazing over his lips.

wait... what?

he was quick to pull away, completely aghast at the sudden feeling, you mirroring the exact same emotions. he was too focused at everything going inside of him that it took him a while to snap out of his shocked state, darting his multi-colored eyes away from you and looking into the peripheral of his vision to find that the kiss cam has moved on to some other unsuspecting people that were actually romantically involved with each other.

tighnari glanced upon you once more, only to find you still stubbornly standing there—looking like you just wanted to sink in the floor right now. for some reason, he could only muster up a slight smile tugging upon his lips.

“the bathroom...?”

“oh, right!”

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐮𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫.

as much as you enjoyed HEIZOU’S company, you really, really hate sitting next to him right now.

“pfft- hey [name], look-” he barely managed to carry out his sentence before combusting into laughter, shoving his phone into your face to show off the latest unappealing, oddly good-quality photo he took of one of the players tens of feet below them zoomed in, most likely a face they made during a collision or accident of some sort. it was quite strange, yet fascinating, how he managed to take some of these pictures spot on but somehow always makes them blurry when you convince him to take a cute one of you.

“not now, heizou!!” you groaned, trying your best to the device away from your view (much to your dismay, he has a stubbornly, sturdy arm strength), eventually settling on attempting to peek away from the screen (unfortunately, he was just as swift as he was strong. isn’t there anything he isn’t good at?!)

though it was barely 30 minutes into the game, the atmosphere was quite tense as the crowd of viewers (with the exception of heizou) excitedly watched in bated breath as players perform at their best, or at least near it. really, even if you weren’t a fan of the sport, you can see why everybody was so invested in it, both emotionally and financially. as they zoomed pass, in the midst of the cheers and the heat of sweaty athletes hard at work, it couldn’t help but add further on to the atmosphere.

at the sight of your intrigued facial expression, he couldn’t help but soften his face, letting a brief moment of... honestly, he didn’t even know what wash over him. weakness? relaxation? who cares? he certainly didn’t.

his outstretched arm bended at his elbow, while the grip on his phone loosened. the young maroon-haired man didn’t even clock the fact that he repositioned his arm so he could rest his cheek at the palm of his hand—well, the cool glass screen from his cell phone.

almost immediately, he remembered to keep his guard up, quickly shifting into his usual menace of an attitude.

your focus on the game almost managed to let the snap of heizou’s camera go unnoticed. keyword: almost.

“ha, talk about a total nerd,” heizou commented teasingly as he took a picture that you’re absolutely going to complain about later, despite the fact that if anything, he was definitely the ‘nerd’ out of the two of you.

“wha- don’t do that!” you exclaimed, completely disregarding the fact you were going to start a scene and plunging into the detective’s obvious trap.

he only smirked, reaching out his arm to violate some poor person’s personal space just out of your hands, resulting in you placing a hand on his chest to keep yourself up an attempt to retrieve his phone, delving further and further into embarrassing yourself later: which at this point, it doesn’t seem you even care.

lost in his thinly veiled bullying, the two of you didn’t even notice the loud ‘BUZZ’ filling the stadium, and the subsequent camera operators aiming the infamous kiss-cam at the two of you. of course, his renowned intuition already led him to believe this going happen, going as far as to expect you two were going to be the first ones on the gigantic screen above.

“fine, you want my phone so bad, but i want you do to do a little favor for me, yeah?” you quirked your eyebrow in brief confusion, only to be quickly cut off by the detective propping himself up and closed in on your lips. really, to him, it was like everything was setting off at once through the kiss, only to end so abruptly as he pulled away, his green eyes meeting your almost stupefied appearance.

heizou wasn’t the one to overly focus on a single moment in time—it was a habit that a detective had to develop in order to watch the big picture. however, he couldn’t help but try to justify it in his mind; making a whole other picture. it felt like the burst of fireworks illuminating in the dark sky, shining brighter than the stars. in reality, the “fireworks” were just the people around them erupting in whistles and screams, yet it didn’t make it feel any less magical.

eventually, he pulled away, viridescent eyes gazing upon your reaction, only smirking as he tossed his phone at you like it was nothing, completely disregarding the red pinching his cheeks. he was a man of his word, after all.

𝐜𝐲𝐧𝐨. ･ﾟ: *. — 𝐥𝐮𝐩𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐮𝐬.

this was one of the most idiotic activities CYNO had the pleasure of participating in, not that it was reflected in his rather crossed expression and his current thoughts at the moment.

“one more! one more!” you repeated as the silver-haired man rolled his vermillion eyes, shaking his head. for a few seconds, he glanced down upon the arena below looking at the players dashing all over the place. it was as if you’d blink, they’ll be doing something completely different all of a sudden. really, he wasn’t the one for sports, but even he can acknowledge the event was significantly more interesting than whatever the hell you wanted to do.

not even bothering to do anything else to display his annoyance, he fetched a piece of crackerjack in your direction. apparently, his attention wasn’t so detached from your frivolous games that he watched as it successfully made it into your mouth with a bit of shifting around on your part. nevertheless, even after exerting so much effort in a rather easy toss (at least, in his point of view), you still cheered in victory, even though the section the two of you were seated in wasn’t particularly rowdy.

somewhat surprised that you didn’t show any embarrassment as any usual person would after the sudden outburst, he observed as you sat down back in your seat, finally not obstructing the view from the poor spectators behind the both of you (well, with cyno’s hat, it wasn’t like he was better).

“are you done?” he inquired. though this was simply an innocent question, some of the people encompassing the two of you looked as though a chill ran down their spines just how vexed he seemed through his voice. cyno passed the nearly-empty bucket of crackerjack to you—it was barely the end of the first half, yet with the incriminating food all over the floor, it didn’t exactly take a detective to solve the case of the missing game snacks.

“mhmm!”

“that’s good,” the mahamatra sighs, hoisting up his elbow to rest on his knee, his chin perching on the palm of his hand as he decided to gaze upon the match below. “why are you so invested in me flinging food at you instead of the game? it is what we’re here for, isn’t it?”

the joy in your face slowly faded away, being replaced by a slight frown as you sighed, mirroring his actions not too long after.

“well, yeah... but i want to hang out with you.”

unbeknownst to you, cyno widened his eyes a bit, not knowing how to process such a small bit of information. of course, questions aside, (such as, if you really wanted to hang out with him, why take him to a place where his attention should most definitely be directed somewhere else?) it wasn’t very often that he was invited out to places unless it was from particularly plucky students attempting to kiss up to him when they were attempting to cover up academic misconduct.

sure, the two of you could be considered close, depending on your definition of the word. regardless, he wasn’t under the impression that you and he were close enough that you’d go out of your way to spend time with him.

he wasn’t sure as to why, but the thought was enough to make his heart flutter.

deeply exhaling, as if suddenly contemplating if he really wanted to go through with this, it managed to catch your attention enough to shake your head towards his direction.

“fork some over, yeah?”

“huh?”

“toss some,” he answered, simply gesturing to the bucket of snacks in your grasp. though, it didn’t stop you from looking at him in shocked glee.

apparently, the silver-haired young man registered it as confusion, so, without prior warning, he latched on to your wrist, then proceeded to direct you into grabbing a piece of crackerjack and throwing it across a short distance so it would pop into his mouth with ease.

“like that.”

unfortunately, the short distance also represented the space between the two of you; given your current seating arrangements, being so close to cyno as you are right now seemed impossible mere seconds before. satisfied with his small fill and leaving you with an empty paper bucket, he set his eyes on the field below once more, slightly perplexed when there wasn’t anything going on.

meanwhile, slightly upset at the fact that the mahamatra had stolen your last pieces of food, you couldn’t help but feel a little bit flustered after glancing up towards the ceiling for a change of scenery.

distracted over trying to figure out the whereabouts of the players from earlier, the kiss-cam from above was fixed squarely on you two, and you swore you could hear cries from the distant crowd trying to grab cyno’s attention (in addition to the not-so-subtle neighboring onlookers practically yelling at him.)

paying no mind to his incredible willpower to resist the masses (or complete social unawareness), you started to feel frustrated with the pressure around the two of you. it wasn’t exactly the end of the world, of course—but a little bit of you doesn’t want to admit that you really, really needed an excuse to act on your feelings.

much like cyno’s nonexistent attempt to alert you of what he was planning on doing, you grabbed the collar of his button-up shirt and smashed your lips on top of his. as quick as it came, you let go almost instantly, the slight taste of crackerjack still fresh in your mouth.

letting out a quick breath in relief that the kiss cam decided to go away from the two of you, you subconsciously turned away from the young man, placing your hands on top of your face. you went to overlook the floor below you, cringing at your actions. what the hell was wrong with you?! sure, in some aspects, maybe you weren’t exactly the god of wisdom herself, but surely you have enough intelligence to know that you can’t just kiss people out of the blue!

yet that just raises a question... what if he wanted that?

it was a stupid idea. idiotic, even. however, there was a burning, aching desire to discover if that was the case, to the point you decided to ignore the personal repercussions to your emotional well-being.

so, peaking out from in between your fingers to gauge cyno’s reaction, you’re surprised to find a small smile creeping up his lips as he continued to watch the empty field.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝 <𝟑

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Hi there, congratulations on 100 followers! I just saw your post through a tag aaand it sounded really interesting, it’s a very cute idea! <3 anyways, if you aren’t flooded with too many requests or if you don’t feel like doing any, feel free to completely discard this ask! May I request to buy a ball ticket with inteyvat and a bird of paradise for Xiao? Once again, pls don’t pressure yourself, also I hope you have a good day, please take care, again! 💗

❝ 𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠... ❞

𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡… the traveler has different ideas regarding the ball when xiao unexpectedly comes to greet her. 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠… xiao x traveler!reader (can be read as xiao x fem!traveler or xiao x lumine), mentions of the yakshas (bosacius and bonanus), in direct mentions of zhongli (morax and rex lapis) 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠… a ball ticket (royalty!au), inteyvat (fem!traveler or lumine), bird of paradise (”let’s blow this joint, yeah?”), third pov, 1.9k, this was actually proofread for once *gasp* 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬… fluff, she/her pronouns used, traveler!reader, the yakshas are implied to be alive, probs ooc xiao 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭… ahhh, thank you for requesting! also, in addition to being my first request for this event, it’s my first ever request as well! i hope i did this justice lol (i know i said this an event for drabbles but there was tornado warning in my area and i rushed to get this done before the wifi goes out and ended up with this mess lol-)

the vigilant yaksha would really, truly love to complain that this wasn’t part of his job description.

honestly, supervising the many members of elite society (in a seemingly out of the blue ball XIAO’S lord spontaneously decided to hold) doesn’t appear to fit his role as one of the many adepti that signed a contract under the emperor, morax. generally, after the archon war, uttering the word “adeptus” can usually only be heard through those sumeru scholars, or as words of the desperate. “adeptus”... a word faded into obscurity among the unsuspecting public, “knight” now being the more appropriate term. and a yaksha such as xiao wasn’t particularly any different.

as the citizens of liyue go about the their day to day lives, xiao operates in the concealing blanket of the night as per contract: to protect liyue in the shadows. in a time of peace, a civilian shouldn’t have to taint themself with the remnants of defeated gods still ravaging through the nation in the form of monsters. after all, the very first contract of liyue was to “cleanse the land and defend our safe harbor.”

well, now that he thought about it further, it does seems as this would count as a duty he was binded to via his contract. however, that didn’t stop him from hating the mere atmosphere of the gathering even more.

it seemed as though xiao was so busy loathing the event that he didn’t even notice the large shadow dwarfing his figure creeping up on him...

...and promptly zapping him.

it wasn’t anything more than a slight shock—really nothing more than he could handle. unfortunately, that didn’t make it any less jarring.

“!!” came out of his mouth, and it was more akin to some sort of gurgled scream of a creature rather than a comprehensible sound out of a (somewhat) human. his previous blank, brooding, deep-in-thought facial expression was instantly replaced by surprise. not too long after, xiao scrunched his eyebrows together, his slightly opened lips were closed, pressed into a thin line before darting his amber eyes around the area, then locking on to the culprit who couldn’t be able to keep his overly boisterous laughter in.

truly, he was worthy for the title “vigilant yaksha,” not whatever mixer he was currently stationed in, much less bosacius’s stupid antics.

after the older man’s seemingly endless guffaw appeared to settle down (not without fits of giggles spilling from his mouth every time he uttered a single word) and the guests prying eyes managed to look away and continue their prior conservations, bosacius coughed as if he was trying to rid his throat of an awful disease of hysteria and held two of his back arms up.

“why, don’t look at me like that!” the purple-streaked brunette complained, feigning innocence. the unfortunate downside to receiving the older brother you’ve never wanted was his—to put it bluntly—irritating behavior. “if i was aware that you were going to be so hot-headed about me letting a few sparks fly, i would’ve called in bonanus to help me cool you down a bit-”

bosacius was instantly cut off when he felt a little ‘thump’ in his chest, causing him to glance his eyes downward to find that xiao stuck the blunt end of his spear into the center of his bare chest.

“at least have the decency to wear... something,” he observed frankly, gesturing to people around them and his own attire. while everybody was wearing rather elegant robes (minus the few yakshas patrolling the room such as bosacius and himself), it seemed as though the adeptus in front of him was the only one who refused to adhere to the dress code, as seen through his completely invisible top.

cue the electro yaksha’s jaw drop.

“that’s what you care about?!”

xiao was quick to turn away from his co-worker, despite the latter’s verbal chagrin, then, attempting not to revert back into his embarrassingly distracted state, scanned his eyes around the venue. however, just as swiftly, he felt a muscular arm hook on to his neck.

“you need to loosen up!!” bosacius teased, ruffling his hair. to this day, xiao had no idea how this man was the leader of the five yakshas. “y’know... i’ve heard that rex lapis says we get to keep whoever catches our eye here~”

the smaller yaksha swatted his arm away from his neck, upturning his nose away from bosacius in disgust. “don’t be ridiculous. there’s no way the his majesty would allow, much less participate, in something so frivolous-”

the man tilted his head, letting out a sound of confusion as to what was the cause behind his friend’s sudden silence before tracing the line of his sight, widening his eyes.

an all-too recognizable outlander, xiao understood that she must’ve had better activities to attend to then attend such an impromptu event. despite that, the initial beliefs was far from his mind, with the way the white silk gracefully draped upon her figure—light blue and golden accents danced as she moved through the various eyes upon her. it was as if she were missing piece of the puzzle, even when not looking the part, somehow making this godforsaken ball a million times better with just her mere appearance alone. xiao didn’t seem to clock the tips of his ears suddenly feeling warm.

much to his terrible luck, it appeared as though bosacius noticed.

it was rather rare for his fellow adeptus to stop for anyone other than morax, much less through a complaint. though, ever since the traveler’s appearance in liyue, it seemed as if xiao suffered through somewhat of a change of heart for her. initially, he was under the impression that it was out of respect as a fellow royal guard; it was shocking enough when she decided to step down from the line of the throne to join her nation’s regiment in the first place, moreso to be great at what she did. nevertheless, as time passed by, xiao’s blatant fondness for the traveler seemed to grow outside of acknowledgement for her achievements.

“go on,” bosacius voice was laced in a rather suspicious tone; it seemed like was smiling even though xiao couldn’t see him. before he could ask about what in teyvat was going through his mind now, he gave him a small push in the direction he saw fit: figuratively and literally.

as one of the five yakshas of the royal guard of liyue, xiao was supposed to expect this—perhaps even suspect it. after all, bosacius and the rest of them are notably close with him. however, even for an almighty adeptus such as himself is flawed with the concept of off-days.

of course, he’s was able to get up back on his feet in no time... but not without it’s little tribulations to boot.

though it was rather remarkable how fast he was able to regain his composure, his methods were a little off. based from the way he fell forward for a good few seconds before realizing that the ground was oddly getting closer to his face to deciding to sprint to the front of the crowd at the very last second, the teal energy that trailed his figure as he did so understandably garnered the unwanted attention of the various company present.

at first, xiao couldn’t be confused—he was at the back corner of the hall, was he not? why were all eyes on him? the moment his golden eyes landed on the traveler’s, though, he already connected the dots.

now, this was definitely not part of his job description.

silence inevitably filled the venue, and rather awkwardly at that, much to his annoyance. he knew that his method wasn’t very common in the eyes of liyue society, yet he didn’t think it would cause so much commotion to the point everybody’s eyes appeared to be right on him and... the traveler?

at the small revelation, he moved his head towards the traveler, only to see nothing but a simple polite smile gracing her features as her arm was reached out towards the yaksha. naturally, his golden eyes wandered to the garments adorning it, then eventually arrived at her delicate hand. upon further study, his eyes met hers once again, still completely lost in this unfamiliar situation.

her smile refused to waver, even as she closed her eyes and shook her head in amusement. she then dipped her head, letting xiao to conclude that she was doing what he was supposed to do. before he could mirror her actions, she persisted, bending her legs into a slight curtsy, pulling her skirt slightly upward with one hand and taking his hand in the other. before xiao could say anything, the traveler’s lips softly came into contact with xiao’s gloved knuckles.

“it’s a pleasure to meet you again, general alatus.”

face erupting in red, mouth slightly quivering in astonishment, the boy’s almost comically widened eyes watched as the traveler stood up to her original position, giggling at his flustered state.

the unwarranted eyes on the two seemed to disappear entirely once again as they went back into their previous conversations once more, interestingly enough. xiao supposed this made his circumstances better—even when the stubborn heat refusing to alleviate from his cheeks.

regardless, it didn’t stop him from returning the gesture, albeit without the kissing part, “likewise, your majesty.”

the honorific simply slipped out despite the traveler’s position in her nation, but in this formal conversation, it only seemed fitting. though, weirdly enough, she seemed rather exasperated, if anything.

she let out a deep sigh before speaking up again, “you know... you don’t have to be so stiff around me, xiao.”

the yaksha couldn’t help but flinch at the sound the name rex lapis had given him, before relaxing not long afterward. it sounded... strangely pleasing.

“be honest... we both don’t want to be here.”

well, it wasn’t like she isn’t telling the truth. void of the knowledge of her intentions, xiao continued to stay silent as perplexity was adamantly displayed through his expressions once more. just before he was about to cross his arms and go back to his what he was supposed to be doing, he felt his arm suddenly yank forward to the traveler’s general direction.

his eyes flew open at the sudden motion as he felt forced wind from the speed they were going course through his hair. the only sight he was able to see as the crowd started to part to make way for the rushing pair and the waving fabric that danced as the traveler navigated through the guests.

the uncertainty that usually would’ve plagued his mind was replaced with some sort of unwavering spotlight directed on her as she guided herself and xiao across the hall, like the stars to a sailor sailing in the night, knowing that it would help them lead their crew to shore.

the trust he placed on her was unquestionable, and he couldn’t explain why. was it his burning desire to escape from the ball? the traveler’s contributions to his home nation? the blazing heat perched comfortably among his face that represented his beating heart inside? how it was the physical form for his unknown, though intense feelings?

actually, xiao took that back—the last one definitely provided the reason.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐝. <𝟑

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