#Goshiki tsutomu fics

[ayyyez]

Can you mayhap do more goshiki and Tsuki headcanons? Maybe first date, first time, first kiss etc

A/N: oh yes more of the side haikyuu boys! sure thing!

TAGS: first kiss, making out, first date, first time mentions and descriptions but not explicit, mentions of foreplay but not explicit, headcanons, Tsukki being a little shit but also a secret simp, Goshiki being a loveable dork who sometimes gets a big head lol, undercut for length

CHARACTERS: Tsukishima Kei, Goshiki Tsutomu

TSUKISHIMA KEI

First and foremost, to date this guy you gotta be able to call him out on his shit because he NEEDS that.

Doesn't matter about personality in regards to being either shy/reserved and preferring to do it in private or being confident/ outspoken and doing it right there when its needed (or any combination of them) AS LONG AS IT HAPPENS! CALL HIM OUT!

It makes Tsukki respect you, listen to you (depends on the situation on whether he follows through on the change lol) and also is what makes him attracted to you in the first place.

See the thing is he wants to be seen so you calling him out leads to banter and banter leads to a familiar rapport and eventually one of you cracking (yes cracking because its a game of how long either of you can last without spilling your feelings!) and confessing.

Definitely a confess -> date -> kiss kinda guy but in saying that these things can totally all happen in the span of a week with him.

Once the balls rolling he moves FAST

Likes chill, casual dates and your first date is no different.

Something like a cafe, a lowkey restaurant to eat or even just going over each others houses for a study date.

Prefers being out of the eyes of the public.

Will also leave the control of the date (in general), including the venue, up to you (with those previous preferences as his contribution).

When it comes to telling you this though he's kind of jerky about it (to a strangers eye anyway) as Tch-ishima makes an appearence.

'Tch, we're just hanging out like usual.' and then will add 'Shouldn't a date be just us two and away from everyone else.' While internally he's just gunning for the date to be at home lol.

It also gives him ample opportunity to go in for that first kiss. Tsukki you sly guy!

Will never admit in a million years.

Feel free to try teasing and asking him about it though!

'So did just bring me back here to try and pull this huh?' Right after a kiss.

He'll just give you one of those smirks and poke your forehead.

'I don't know did I?'

Tries to act indifferent but you see that smirk soften ever so slightly into to a the hint of a real smile.

Psh what a dork. Forever the internal simp.

While he moves fast in terms of the from first date to first kiss scene the first time comes with a bit more time.

He's ever so patient with that kind of thing and doesn't really see the whole point of rushing in unprepared that leads to everyone having an awkward ehem unpleasant time.

Okay so maybe thats a bit of a mild—not fear exactly—it's definitely a bit of a concern though. So he keeps those kisses wanting and makeouts steamy but cuts them off Jussssst~ when they're about to get good.

It's not on purpose he's just got to stay in control ya'know?

He's not letting those floodgates open until you bring it up. Maybe a part of him wants you to beg a little. It's not a must of course! He's just not opposed to it.

This is the part where you can comply or give him a little smack upside the head to reground himself. It gets a smirk either way.

Either way the first time with Tsukki comes when you ask for more and you both agree to finally (your words not his) move forward. Tsukki is the kind of guy who has the patience to wait a lifetime. No qualms.

Once you've got him going though. He's like oh damn. This is something else. Even better than those makeout sessions!

A first time with Tsukki is a more drawn out first time. It's exploratory and sensory with lots of touching and not lots of talking (unless it's from you, it's okay to be a nervous talker - he's just only going to talk when necessary or to respond).

There's definitely communication for needs from him he's just not the type to have a chat during (at least in the first time and early days).

He also has a concentration frown and sometimes he's biting his lip so hard your afraid it's going to break and bleed. It's cute honestly.

Lots of foreplay before the main act. Lots of exploratory touching. There's no jumping in even though it's the first time. He takes his time and his patience can be frustrating at this point if you wanna just GO.

He can get a little teasing here. It's where he probably talks the most. 'Oh raring to go huh? Well lets just take our time.' Little shit lol.

Once you're doing it though he's actually pretty sweet. Making sure you're okay. You're comfortable. Expects the same from you too. It's an act of trust after all.

May confess a sweet thing or two during. Depends on how he's vibing. Feels a bit awkward about it afterwards but won't take it back. Just will tell you to shut up if you tease him about it.

Perfect time to make him blush. Yes he will get you water and help clean each other up and spoon you after if you are into that. It's good manners afterall.

GOSHIKI TSUTOMOU

Goshiki is a little sweetie okay and deserves someone who appreciates and respects him.

However much like Tsukki it's kind of the same where you have to be real with him and tell him when he's getting a too big head sometimes.

Definitely a friendship to lovers vibe or even a you respected me to call me out as an acquaintance then I fell in love with you and chased after you vibe (Goshiki being the chaser lol)

Goshiki is definitely a 'fall in love at first sight' kind of vibe. Like he doesn't actually but he thinks he does. He just gets swept up very easily by people who make a strong impact on him and runs with it.

Him chasing you can go two ways depending on the type of person you are and how you want this sweetie to react.

You could be the type to catch on to his very obvious crush on you. He's not stealthy about it to the point it's likely his whole team knows lmao and whats worse is he THINKS he's so clever, calm and collected about it but he's...the opposite lol.

Using this information you could do you both a favour and just confess to him first. Goshiki will become the most flustered mess you've ever seen.

He'll be bright red, shocked silent until he barely recovers, saying 'Haha of course you wanna date me!' while also internally is like Omg you want to date me!?

But you know him. You've learnt to read the doubt behind his eyes whenever such words leave his lips.

'Yeah I want to date you, so whats your answer?' You reiterate.

This throws him of balance again and he's spluttering because oh yeah this isn't one of his daydreams he has about being the best ace and getting his crush. This actually is his crush asking him out.

'Yes please.' He manages to get out. Ever so polite just as his parents taught him. It takes everything in you to keep your smile composed and not laugh at him. Adorable.

The OTHER WAY this could go if you're not one to ask someone out or if you just want to see what he'll do, is wait. He'll sit on his crush until he just sort of explodes.

It'll take awhile of him running over to you at every opportunity he gets, you can always count on it like clockwork.

Then one day he's not there? Nor the next or the next. You kind of get worried. You see a friend of his wave them over and begin to ask when you FINALLY see Goshiki come over.

he's redder than usual, frown on his face like he'd been....sulking? huh.

Wraps his hand around your wrist. 'Can we go?'

'okay?'

Tugs! Tugs you away somewhere a bit more secluded. Away from prying eyes.

You stand there and scan his expression. Still stuck in a sulky frown. Almost pouting? huh cute.

'Do you-' He stops looking down. 'Will you-' He stops again groaning. 'I'm the ace right?'

'Huh?' Okay major confusion. 'Yeah?'

'So that makes me pretty cool right?'

You frowned, scanning him up and down. Was Goshiki asking if you thought he was cool? With a sulky expression? Something had to be going on.

'Naturally.' You cleared your throat watching him smile. 'Whats going on?'

'Well since I'm the coolest guy you know it's your lucky day since I've got a question for you!'

And with that Goshiki went bright red and stumbled into asking you out in his own awkward, self concious way.

Very sweet when the two of you start dating. Always trying to show off for you and share volleyball with you but also shows that he makes you one of his priorities.

Heckin loves food so loves food dates especially to lowkey restaurants, loves showing off in this regard by showing you nice places but likes to be spoiled too so show him cool places.

A sucker for hand holding. Thinks its peak affection along with cheek kissing.

Takes him awhile to move up with physical affection because he combusts and gets anxious about it and his feelings. He's self concious from various complexes he's developed over time.

You probably have to initiate the first kiss or have to make do with being VERY patient. He's so shy. If you do intiate it be prepared for him being flustered. It's cute.

Making out is a very big deal to transition to as well. You gotta talk him through it. He's all stiff, clattering teeth and noses and forehead bumping at first. Whoops. Its sweet though.

Once he gets though he REALLY gets it! Really gets into it too like this boy is a quick study after all and he just gets the kissing bug. It'll be you who will be like OKAY BABY WE GOTTA COME UP FOR AIR YOU'RE ALL RED AND ABOUT TO PASS OUT.

But he looks~ well if looks could kill~ he's a hot mess you could devour right then and there. All red, flustered, panting? Lips all slick? Love bites on the neck? Hair disheveled? Hello Goshiki where have you been hiding?

First time is much like the first kiss in terms off nerves. He's all stiff and jumpy.

Again, you'll have to talk him through it but it doesn't mean he won't attempt to take initiative. It's a team effort on both fronts. It won't be drawn out though, he's too worked up and nervous.

A lot of bumping into each other and awkward moments but there's also a lot of sweet moments and feeling good.

Lots of communication and awkward mess talking. Lots of kissing and touching. Grab his hair for good moans hehe.

Things are loud with Goshiki. He's vocal, he can't help it. Don't make fun of him though he's sensitive.

He needs aftercare in form of cuddles and pillowtalk. Very clingy after and he's also VERY warm so if you run cold then good news for you! You've now got your own personal heater.

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[kats-fic-recs]

The Tendou Incidents

Where...have you come from?” Ushijima manages.

“Paris.”

It’s not the answer he expects. Though, somehow Paris seems to fit his expectations of the man standing in front of him. “Mm. That is very — ”

“ — Exciting? Glamorous?” the redhead prompts, obviously proud of his globetrotting accomplishment.

“ — Far.”

The man falters for the first time, like he finds Ushijima’s answer odd — despite being even odder himself — and laughs, infectious and hearty, like Ushijima has made some sort of joke.

One fateful day, a colorful, painfully extroverted young man named Tendou Satori moves into the unit above Ushijima's apartment. He's odd, presumptuous, and — most egregious of all — he's shockingly noisy. And the quiet, scheduled routine Ushijima Wakatoshi lives is forever altered.

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[shirabaee]

Tsutomu Goshiki did his best, is it even worth anything?

It's loud. And it's irritating. The voices of comparison and neglect repeat over and over and it's plaguing in his thoughts. He wishes he could ignore them, just as he's been able to before. But no matter how much he lies to himself, the truth just comes so obvious. He was solely bearing and not ignoring. And he could only bear so much until he no longer can.

He's done this multiple times yet how many more are needed for him to be recognized? Hasn't he proved himself the day he was qualified for Shiratorizawa's starting lineup? He felt so much praise that day, and he thought they would last.

Just as tomorrow comes, he's done his best, yet there was just no room for someone like him in this prestigious team's spotlight. As he thought. _________________________________________________

Another harsh day of training, the coach's yell still rings in his ears, he's exhausted yet he still craves the improvement that everyone's been nagging him about.

Just when will he reach that point? How much longer does he have to practice and train just for his serves to be consistent? How many more hours does he need to give up for improvement? How much further does he need to exhaust himself? Neglect everything, chase his breath over and over, make more and more muscles sore, till his own body won't cooperate anymore.

Once again, his sight, all vague and dark, huffing and huffing for air, he's drenched in sweat, and he can't bring himself to move for a while. Then, the pressuring thoughts would come flooding his restless mind.

"Can't I just give up for a while?" he exhales. hands covering up his face. He was obviously tired, physically and mentally. But don't mind, this wasn't unusual for athletes. After all, this was all needed for improvement.

_________________________________________________

The whistle blows, it was quiet then it was loud. That moment was shocking and unexpected.

Despite giving it his all in everyday training, he finds himself frozen in place. His eyes widened, he was breathless and he couldn't accept. The loud cheer that filled the gymnasium couldn't be heard. He couldn't even hear his teammates' encouragement and comfort. They've lost, he had lost.

this has been rotting in my drafts and my burnout brain could not finish it properly 😪 help

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[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Goshiki has a problem, and his name is Koganegawa Kanji.

Author: @clementinethekitten

Note from submitter: Very sweet rarepair fic :)

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[casperrscapes]

kogagoshi fanfic rec list !!

+ some sort of sendai frogs fics!!!

hello hello hello! ヾ(•ω•`)o it’s me, casper, back with another fic rec list! kogagoshi is one of my all time favourite ships, so i’ve compiled some into this list!! there are, unfortunately, not many kogagoshi centric fics, so i thought this list might help my fellow kogagoshi shippers!!! feel free to add your own recs/recommend some to me !!!

As always, be careful, and make sure to check tags and warnings before reading !!!

there is no particular order to this! fics marked with an astric are my absolute favourite fics!!! fics marked with a frog emoji (🐸) include the sendai frogs!!!

Remember Our Youth by bumbl3b33 (NR) 4,729 words, 1/1, [Kogagoshi] --- Goshiki thought about their time together in high school for the next few days. 

He thought about their brushing hands and wide smiles. He thought about the feeling he got, something warm but aching, when he looked at Koganegawa Kanji. Most of all, though, he thought about what would have happened if he had done something, anything. What would’ve happened if he had leaned over and pressed their lips together? Maybe he could’ve done it when they played video games, sitting at the foot of Goshiki’s bed. Maybe he could’ve done it when they sat down in the grass after playing volleyball in the park. There were so many possibilities that he didn’t know the answer to. Although, he knew one thing for sure. Koganegawa had no business showing up and confusing Goshiki all over again.

this is so!! i love this!! just so adorable gahhhhh!!! they’re so cute :’). 

Just Breathe by crow_writing (G) 723 words, 1/1, [Kogagoshi] ---  Goshiki has an asthma attack and Kogane helps him through it. 

kogane best bf <3. very cute fic :). 

**complications of infatuation by ClementineKitten (NR) 14,409 words, 1/1, [Kogagoshi] ---  Goshiki has a problem, and his name is Koganegawa Kanji.

this fic!! is so good!! goshiki just running around trying to get love advice from his uncles senpais. all of the characterizations are so; *chefs kiss*. just a goofy funny fic, and i love it. first crush kogagoshi fics just hit the spot :’). 

It’s a Date by crow_writing (G) 1,385 words, 1/1, Kogagoshi ---  Goshiki and Kogane’s journey from texting buddies to boyfriends.

kogagoshi texting fic after the training camp or whatever it is. such, such a cute fic.

Wide Enough For Two | KogaGoshi by AnxiouslyShipping (G) 3,285 words, 1/1, [Kogagoshi] --- When a storm hits Miyagi, Goshiki is unfortunate enough to not have an umbrella. However, he is fortunate enough that Kogane finds him on his way home…

this is!! so adorable!! perfectly encompasses kogagoshi’s idiot energy; the odd umbrella backstory is so funny.

**E-Mail My Heart by asynchrony, girlkita (peerlessbellbird) (T) 4,754 words, 1/1, [Kogagoshi, Ushiten-ish, Aofuta-ish] --- Hey Koganegawa-san, what’s the deal with this picture? I’m not sure I understand what a sexy truck is, but I showed it to Tendou and he forwarded it to himself on my phone. He hasn’t stopped laughing about it for the last two hours either. Koganegawa and Goshiki exchange emails, and then much more.

GWAHHHH!!! they’re so cute!!! just two silly awkward teens with their first crushes. kogane is so cute :’). HE CALLS STUFFED ANIMALS “SOFTIES”, IT’S ADORABLE!!!

🐸 love isn't easy (but it sure is hard enough) by AP0LL0S (g) 7,210 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] --- “I’ve known them for years, and I don’t remember a time when Kogane wasn’t head over heels for Goshiki.” “No way!” Kyoutani audibly gasps. or,, where koganegawa has a crush and his friends are done with him

SENDAI FROGS CONTENT>>>. and once again, we get kogagoshi being idiots (in love), and tsukishima and kyoutani try to get them together. (fair warning, you might not like the tsukishima and kyoutani characterisation in this, it depends!!) 

soldiered storms by AP0LL0S (g) 1,249 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] ---  “I’m proud of you.” Goshiki spoke softly. “Why?” or,, where the sendai frogs lose an important match and koganegawa has to face his emotions

so cute :’). just goshiki being an amazing partner, and sad kogane. very good hurt/comfort. i normally see kogane comforting goshiki, so this was a nice change of pace, though i like both !!! 

**a snack by poutyongs (g) 2,575 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] ---  Koganegawa uses a pickup line on Goshiki without much thought, except Goshiki is painfully oblivious to anything that is not volleyball related.

THIS. this is exactly how i imagine their dynamic. goshiki is so oblivious :’). kogane having fun with the pickup lines, as he should!! ‘shiki trying to figure out the pickup lines is hilarious. absolutely freaking adorable!!!

nickname by kogagoshi (g) 1,131 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] ---  After training camp, Koganegawa exchanges emails with Goshiki (and gives him a nickname, too).

goshiki is flustered + panicking so hard, and i love him :’). i genuninely can’t tell if kogane is just dense, or intentionally teasing him. knowing him, it’s probably all of the above. just a cute, short little fic !!

There’s more to life than just volleyball, Tsutomu by WaterBear45 (t) 1,792 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi, semishira] --- “I guess now you know why I didn’t come to practice.” “Um… I do?” Goshiki squeaked. Semi frowned pulling down his hood and revealing a collection of matching red marks on his neck. “Haven’t you seen a hickey before?” “Oh!” Goshiki’s hands spasmed at his sides, balling into fists. “Sure! Lots of times!”

this fic is?? so weird?? and i don’t know how to feel about it?? not in a bad way!! it’s just- you need to read it to understand what i mean <(＿　＿)>. i do genuinely reccomend it, though!!

**kogagoshi fics <3 by london_artfully (t) 4,271 words, 3 works/?, [kogagoshi, ushiten, minor semishira] 

The Rather Unfortunate Circumstance of Goshiki Tsutomu by london_artfully (t) 2,919 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi, ushiten, minor semishira] ---  Shiratorizawa's third years know that Goshiki has a boyfriend... but Goshiki hasn't quite realized it himself. They feel the need to do something about this.

of angry birds and rainy days by london_artfully (g) 637 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] ---  On a simple rainy day at Kogane's house after practice, Goshiki introduces his boyfriend to a certain mobile game.

breaking point by london_artfully (g) 715 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] --- Goshiki wasn’t like Date Tech, an iron wall. He wasn’t unbreakable, and he broke far more often than one might think. Why did everything have to bother him so much?

i genuninely love this series so much, it is spectacular. all of the fics in it are amazing, and i sing nothing but praises. please, please, check these fics out. 

🐸 **Scaredy Frogs by copyrightings (t) 4,835 words, 1/1, [tsukiyama, kyouhaba, kogagoshi] ---  In a feeble attempt to find out which one is scarier, Koganegawa finds himself actually becoming good friends with the Sendai Frogs' most terrifying players, Tsukishima and Kyoutani. To be honest though, he doesn't even understand why people think they're scary in the first place until he meets their partners...

even though this isn’t strictly kogagoshi centric, i just HAD to include this. kogane POV fics are suprisingly rare?? so this was like a breath of fresh air. this fic is hilarious, and i adore it. the sendai frogs are all so whipped. please read this :’). 

**Ankle Weights by sophie_scribblz (g) 3,150 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi, ushiten] --- How big of a crush can you develop on someone in less than a week, anyway? Not that he has a crush on someone, no, that would be dumb. He barely knows the guy; there’s no way he has a crush on him. Yeah.

But then there’s the heart fluttering and there’s the weak knees and oh, for the first time he wants someone else’s mouth on his and it all seems so appealing all of the sudden— but that’s dumb, because he barely knows the guy.

He’s a little silly, Tsutomu supposes, the guy he likes. Tall, with about four times the amount of enthusiasm you’d think should be able to fit inside his body. Clumsy, but in a charming sort of puppy-dog way that makes you want to pat his head and tell him he did a good job. 

But then there’s his laugh, the way his eyes squeeze shut and this sound that embodies his joy bursts forth, bright and loud, just like everything else about him does. There’s his drive to be better, the fact that every time his upperclassmen told him he was hopeless, it only made him want to practice more. His generosity, his passion, his never ending kindness. And he gives the warmest hugs.

(Sure, his hair is a little silly but Tsutomu will let that one slide)

i don’t really know how to describe my love for this fic but,,, they are so sweet, and soft, and i love them (and this fic) so much. 

2019 Winter Exchange by snazzy_scarf (g) 10,492 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi]

Matchmaker, Matchmaker! by snazzy_scarf (g) 4,233 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] --- It all started when both Lev and Hinata received two text messages around the same time. 8:18PM Kowenga: haha when did Goshiki get so cute lol 8:26PM Goshiiiiiikiki: hey so remember how i said liked guys? by guys i meant Koganegawa sjdhfbsjf

Say That You'll Hold Me Forever by snazzy_scarf (g) 6,259 words, 1/1, [kogagoshi] ---  Goshiki's had a crush on Koganegawa for some time now, and finds himself getting flustered at every little thing he says. Is he flirting with him, or is it just wishful thinking? Maybe a series of awkward conversations and loving gestures will help him find out.

this one’s a lot longer than all the other recs, but it’s real good!! the first one is an outsider pov from lev, and the second one is just a normal fic from goshiki pov. it’s just all very soft and silly. they’re both dense, and it’s quite cute :) 

annndddd, that’s a wrap!! i definitely missed a few that i didn’t bookmark (；′⌒`) please feel free to add your own recs, i’d love to see them!!! i also hope you liked the sendai frogs fics (‾◡◝). feel free to request/ask for other recs,,, i can’t promise i’ll have any, but i can try my best!! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ hope this was enjoyable!!!

ps. should i tone down my use of emoticons?? 

pps. a list of fic rec lists i’ll probably post in the near future!! : yukeru (fruits basket), semishira (haikyuu), percy jackson/heroes of olympus, trials of apollo (sepreate cause why not!), maybe stars align, and if i’m feeling silly, i’ll do chad/ryan from high school musical!!! once again, feel free to request lists you’d like to see!! 

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[tsuehiro]

I hope that, she looks at me

And thinks " Shit, he's so pretty "

Pairings :: Goshiki x F!reader

Synopsis ; Goshiki Tsutomu, who is in love with the fem!reader, really wants to know what she thinks about him.

(The ending is a little bit bonus)

Word Count = [ 745 ]

Song name :: Juliet

NOTEs!!

It's the second one of the lyrics series yay ✧⁺⸜(●˙▾˙●)⸝⁺

I'm gonna say it again, i'm not sure at all if the scenarios makes any sense but i'm trying lol 🥲

Well it's fem reader againn, sorry, a lot (っ◞‸◟c)

btw, I LOVE HIM SM AAAAAAHHH

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Enjoy while reading! ♡

꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚૮꒰˵•ᵜ•˵꒱ა‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷

And there it was, you were smiling brightly and waving at him.

He saw you a lot in the hallways. He wasn't sure why he wanted to be around your class but he did.

' She's so pretty.. ' he thought like always.

But you weren't, you didn't even notice him to be honest. You were waving at one of your friends.

One day, you overslept and couldn't wake up in the morning. You were rushing to your class but fell on your butt when you bumped into someone.

" I'm really sorry, I wasn't looki- s-shit.. "

' he's so pretty ' you thought.

You were glad you didn't accidentally tell him what you thought.

" Are you okay y/n-san? "

" Yeah i'm alright, wait how did you- "

" Oh um, i heard it from one of your friends..? " he said while offering you his hand to get you up. You nodded and took his hand.

" What is your name then? " you said.

He thought that you already knew but then it popped on his head that you never really noticed him. He felt stupid and kinda selfish that he thought you were smiling to him everytime.

" uh hey? Are you okay? " you said while shaking your hand in front of his face a little.

" Um, yeah! Well i'm Goshiki Tsutomu. "

" Oh wait! Aren't you the one who is in the volleyball team? " you said.

He literally perked up at your words, a smile appearing on his lips.

" So you know me? "

" W-well.. "

' Don't look at me like that, you look really pretty when you smile like this Goshiki-san.. ' you thought.

" Well! I have a friend who is a third year and she told me that someone wants to be the next ace after Ushijima-senpai, which was a first year. She once showed you to me since the team has only one first year. and it got me impressed.. " you murmured the last sentence, looking away from his face.

He smiled proudly. " Yes! That's true, i'll be the next ace after Ushijima-san! "

" That sounds cool. " You said while looking back and nodding at him.

The bell's ringing made your eyes widen.

" Oh hey, i was late and stuff but why were you in the halls then Goshiki-san? "

" I had an early morning practice. Well i have another practice after school too, you can come and watch me! Please don't say no- i-i mean it's up to your choice, of course.. " He said.

You chuckled and nodded at him.

" I'd love to! "

He smiled and walked with you to your class.

[ After A Few Years ]

" And that's how i met with your daddy, baby " you told your baby boy who was in your husband's arms. You noticed that he was sleeping though.

" Take him to the bed Tsu~ " you said and he did so.

When he was back, he hugged you tightly.

" So,, you thought i was pretty when you bumped into me? "

You nodded shyly. " Yeah.. I thought something like, shit he's so pretty.. But!, you didn't need to know that! "

" But honestly i always wanted to know what did you think about me back then and i know now! " he said while laughing and you kick his chest playfully.

" You know what, I thought you were pretty too! I mean you were always and still pretty but- "

" Just spill it out already, Tsu "

" Well it was something i can't believe since I thought you knew me, smiling and waving stuff but it was for your friends so you didn't knew about me at all heh "

You chuckled slightly, putting your hands on his chest.

" It may be true but it was beginning of the second semester Tsu~ I was new to the school of course I didn't notice you at all. " you said.

You noticed his pout and chuckled slightly.

" You know even if i didn't know you, you still got my eyes and heart for the first time we met back in high school. " you said and his pout got replaced with a smile.

Then he put his hand in your head and pulled you even closer, kissing your forehead.

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyu x reader #haikyū!! #goshiki x reader #goshiki fluff #song fic #goshiki tsutomu #haikyuu goshiki #hq goshiki

[cerisesakurainspring]

INTENSE FORCE

🦅Shiratorizawa🦅

☆Story Masterlist - work in progress☆

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Tendō Satori

Semi Eita

Ōhira Reon

Soekawa Jin

Goshiki Tsutomu

Shibata Yu

Shirabu Kenjirō

Kawanishi Taichi

Akakura Kai

Yamagata Hayato

Link to ☆Haikyū Main Masterlist☆

#haikyuu #haikyū!! #haikyuu fic #hq fic #shiratorizawa #ushijima wakatoshi #tendo satori #semi eita #ohira reon #soekawa jin #goshiki tsutomu #shibata yu #shirabu kenjirou #kawanishi taichi #akakura kai #yamagata hayato

[myreygn]

Sghjfhjj I've been in a serious rare pair mood for a while so maybe something with Hinata, Goshiki, and Tendou would be cool? I can imagine Tendou being the type of person who'll just randomly become a tickle monster and start going after the first years. Like, they're just taking a break from training or something and he just gets this look in his eyes and one of the Shiratorizawa first years sees and yells "SCATTER!!" And all the other Shiratorizawa first years take off but of course Hinata is completely clueless and just stands there so Goshiki tries to save him and it all goes downhill from there and turns into a massive tickle fight. That's just an idea tho! You don't have to use it or anything of course, I just like to include some kind of inspiration with my requests if I can lol.^^` Also, I hope you're doing well!!

summary: Hinata's visit at the Shiratorizawa gym sets off a series of shenanigans, which, while definetily not planned, end up making the day a lot more entertaining and fun for everyone involved.

an: omg this took me so long... hi dessie! i really hope you can still enjoy this after my endless hiatus and you have as much fun reading as i had writing <3

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Get 'em, Guess Monster!

“Whoaaa, Goshiki-kun, your gym is so cool!” Hinata's eyes figuratively sparkled as he turned around and stretched out his arms. “It's huge! And the colors are so nice! Oh oh oh, and this clock, it's so... shiny, it's really shiny! And huge as well, everything in here is enormous!”

Goshiki chuckled a little at his fellow first year's amazement. “Yeah, it's pretty cool.”

“Wanna hear something funny about the clock, Hinata-kun?” Somewhere behind him, Hinata heard a quiet “Oh my god”, but he was too focused on the second year talking to him to pay any more attention, nodding excitedly. Shirabu smirked. “Well, it's relatively new. Brand-new, actually. You see, last month Semi challenged Ushijima to a duel: who has the most powerful serve.”

“Shirabu, you don't have to tell that story to everyone!” Semi whined and Taichi laughed, giving his classmate a pat on the back. “Oh come on, it's a really good story!”

“Thank you, Taichi.” Ignoring Semi's groans in the background, Shirabu continued: “Ushijima's serves were harder to receive and that must've frustrated Semi. At least that's the only explanation for him hitting the clock with the ball and breaking it off the wall that makes sense to me.”

Hinata turned around to a seriously flustered Semi, his eyes sparkling with admiration. “You did that?! You really hit the ball over the entire field and strong enough to break the clock?! That's so cool!”

“You think?!” In the blink of an eye Semi's embarrassment turned into a boastful grin and he straightened his back. “I mean, yeah, I guess it was pretty cool – that's a rather wide distance...”

A chilling snicker echoed through the gym, followed by a high-pitched shriek from the gray haired third year when a hand sneaked past his arm to squeeze his hip bone. “Quit bragging, SemiSemi.” Tendous eyes sparkled with malicious joy as he continued the tormenting of his friend who was blushing like crazy, squeaky giggles threatening to escape his lips. “That smile is a far better look on you.”

Goshiki turned away from his Senpai, a slightly embarrassed look on his face. “Sorry about that...”

“Oh, don't worry, we do that too!” Hinata laughed. “Just last week, I had a tickle fight with Kageyama – you know, our setter, the grumpy one? – and a few days ago, Daichi-san tickled Noya-senpai nearly to tears, because he's always so bubbly, I mean, sometimes our third years are just done with all of his chaos, and-”

“Wowee, Hinata-kun,” the Guess Monster's voice came from behind them, terrifyingly close to Hinata's ears, “that really sounds like so much fun! Hey, I just had an amazing idea!”

Now, if Hinata had been a little more familiar with Shiratorizawa, he might've caught on to the panic in Goshiki's eyes. The lurking nature of Tendou's steps. Or the hectic gestures some of the other first years made at Goshiki, signaling him to get out of the third year's reach. Unfortunately, Hinata didn't get any of these warning signs, naively and blindly falling right into Tendou's trap.

“What kind of idea, Tendou-senpai?”

“Uh, Hinata...”

“Oi, Tsutomu-kun, don't be a buzzkill!” The smirk on Tendou's face was almost predatory now. “I just wanted to suggest an idea on how to help Hinata-kun to feel more at home with us.”

“Come on, Hinata... come over here...” And just as Goshiki took one step closer, the Guess Monster moved, lunging forward, and Hinata heard one of the other first years scream: “SCATTER!”, but before he could make something out of that, two hands latched at his sides and – squeezed.

“H-hehey, Tehendou-sahahan!”

“What's wrong?” Tendou grinned widely, moving his hands up and down Hinata's sides and making the first year squeal and twist in his arms. “Look at how you're laughing! Feeling welcome yet?”

“Ihi ahahalreheady fehelt wehehelcohome!” Hinata shrieked, letting more of his bright, bubbling laughter burst out when Tendou managed to worm his fingers under his arms. “WHAHA! TEHEHENDOU-SAHAHAAN!”

“Haha! Jackpot!”

All while Tendou and Hinata were having their little one-sided tickle fight and the older students had gotten back to practice, just fondly shaking their heads at the antics of their middle blocker, Goshiki had carefully and slowly moved closer to the scenario. Ignoring the subtle signs of the other first years to run away, he nervously approached the duo. There had to be a way to save Hinata...

Although it didn't really seem like he needed saving, judged by the unfiltered joy on his face.

“Wow, you're really having fun, huh?” Tendou's eyebrows were lifted in mild surprise. Although tickling was a regular thing in the Shiratorizawa team, it was very rare for him to see someone enjoy his treatment so openly; his usual victims, consisting of Semi, Hayato and Tsutomu, were always very careful to under no circumstances ever show how much fun they were having.

Speaking of Tsutomu.

“Hey, were do you think you're going, hm?” Goshiki squeaked when Tendou wrapped his free hand around his waist and pulled him down next to Hinata. “Are you trying to be a hero, Tsutomu-kun? Don't be a hero, kid, this is what happens to heroes in my world!”

“D-dohon't quohote Bill Cihipher while atahacking me!”

“I'll quote Bill Cipher whenever I want, thank you very much.” Tendou smirked, slightly pushing up the first year's shirt to scribble all over his toned tummy. “But I think it's very brave of you to try and save Shoyo-kun, so you'll get the amazing bonus of getting to choose where you want to be tickled.”

“Don't fall for that shit,” Semi chipped in from the side and Tendou turned around for a second, throwing him a dangerous look. “Do you want a part in this, Semi-Semi?”

It was just a very brief moment, too short to really enact on a detailed plan, but sometimes, a detailed plan wasn't necessary in order to shift the tides. Hinata gathered all of his strength and grabbed Tendou's side, his face lighting up when the third year let out a squeal in retaliation. “Gehet thahahat! Gohoshiki-kun, hehehelp mehe!”

“I- I cahan't! I'm sahaharry- GAH!”

Tendou had quickly scrambled a few steps away, pulling Goshiki along with him and hook his fingers under his arms to tickle there. “I'm warning you, Hinata-kun, if you get any closer, I'll never set Tsutomu-kun free!”

“Dohon't lihihistehen to him, ruhun!”

Hinata sat up, still catching his breath. “B-but you tried to help me too... I can't just leave you here!”

“Oh, and what are you gonna do?” Tendou smirked at him, making Goshiki shriek under his fingers. “I know allll of Tsutomu-kuns spots. You don't wanna make this any harder for him, do you?” He mercifully moved down to Goshiki's sides when tears started to prick at the corner of his eyes, but his mischievous gaze never once left Hinata.

A mistake.

With the softly muttered words “Man, I can't keep looking at this”, Hayato swiftly walked past his teammates and grabbed the Guess Monster's ribs from behind, tickling there for a few seconds and then, as soon as Tendou had let go of Goshiki with a loud cackle, continued to walk away like nothing had happened. “Get him, kiddos.”

“Oh yeah?!” Tendou snapped at him. “Them and what army?!”

Goshiki exchanged a grin with Hinata, then with all of the other first years who had reluctantly left their hiding spaces to return for a long overdue act of revenge. “This army.”

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu fic #tword fic #tendou satori #goshiki tsutomu #hinata shoyo #ler!tendou #lee!goshiki #lee!hinata #tword fight #rey writes

[coconutlimeverbena]

Goshiki is an angel, but this description of his haircut made me almost throw my phone (the guy making fun of Atsumu's hair is Tsukki)

From Signed, Sealed, Delivered, a SakuAtsu Enemies to Lovers restaurant AU. Featuring amicable exes Atsumu and Oikawa, and feral Suna. 96K words (16 chapters), Rating: Explicit

#goshiki tsutomu #miya Atsumu #sakusa kiyoomi #SakuAtsu #skts fic #sunaosa #suna rintarou #miya osamu #komori motoya #bokuakakuroken #fic recs #my posts #haikyuu #hqfic

[bluberry-muffin]

164cm — owlinaminor

#hq #haikyuu #hinata shoyuo #goshiki tsutomu #hinata x goshiki #goshihina #my fav fic quotes

[pin-k-ink]

HAIKYUU

fics ↴

⤠ star-crossed ⇾ goshiki tsutomu

⤠ freudian slip ⇾ kageyama tobio

⤠ trespass ⇾ sakusa kiyoomi

⤠ synergy ⇾ ushijima wakatoshi

⤠ axiom ⇾ miya atsumu

⤠ saccharine ⇾ kozume kenma

⤠ ardor ⇾ miya atsumu

⤠ refuge ⇾ kozume kenma

⤠ the sequel ⇾ suna rintarou

⤠ hunt ⇾ miya osamu & miya atsumu

⤠ eventide ⇾ tsukishima kei

⤠ spring loaded ⇾ kita shinsuke

⤠ lazy day ⇾ suna rintarou

⤠ glyph ⇾ terushima yuuji

⤠ possessory ⇾ kuroo tetsurou

⤠ sweet tooth ⇾ yaku morisuke

⤠ lusus ⇾ ushijima wakatoshi

⤠ feral ⇾ kyoutani kentarou

⤠ mania ⇾ hinata shoyo

⤠ maelstrom ⇾ miya osamu & miya atsumu

part one | part two

⤠ study session ⇾ akaashi keiji

⤠ fever ⇾ kita shinsuke

⤠ heat ⇾ kozume kenma

⤠ vestige ⇾ oikawa tooru

⤠ convenient ⇾ kuroo tetsurou

⤠ catharsis ⇾ sakusa kiyoomi

⤠ thirst ⇾ kageyama tobio

⤠ cotton candy ⇾ oikawa tooru

⤠ wolf’s den ⇾ sakusa kiyoomi & miya atsumu

part one | part two

⤠ quintessence ⇾ kageyama tobio

⤠

drabbles ↴

⤠ iwaizumi hajime

⤠ bokuto kotaro

⤠ nishinoya yuu

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu #hq #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x reader smut

[chimielie]

there are many benefits to being a marine biologist

summary: Goshiki x F!Reader. Ponyo!AU. one part fairytale, one part growing up, one part love language exploration. you fall in love with a human boy and then move mountains to find him again.

word count: 8.7k

cw: nothing. gets better as it progresses imo

a/n: i started writing this maybe two years ago for a contest held by two users who are now both inactive i think? the outline for this planned for like two more acts, but i thought it should stop rotting in the drafts and i like it as is now. i do have quite a lot of worldbuilding not in the fic (mostly regarding goshiki's family, who i named after the original ponyo characters lol) so please, if you happen to read this and have questions about this little story that's been living in my head, feel free to ask :)

The day before he finds you, it storms like the world is going to end.

Seawater washes into the road as the sea swells in thick knots, rising and never quite falling as far as it should. Blooms of white—foam and algae and debris, and drowned souls if folklore was to be believed—swirl on the surface, which waits to break against the cliffs until the wave inflates to grotesque proportions, as though it’s a fist hammering against a wall. The wind tries to match the hysteric sea’s beat, and comes screaming in from the horizon, wrapping around whatever it finds in its path if it cannot blow through it and squeezing like a python. With it blows in the fog, until the atmosphere brings a river of milk, writhing over the pine islands so they become black spikes against which the ocean hammers.

Tsutomu stands against the back door of his home on the cliff, hands pressed to the glass, careful not to let his breath obscure his vision any further than the mist already was. Even inside the house—where the air is still warm, where the wind can’t creep in—he can hear the crash of waves and the shriek of the typhoon, even if they’re reduced to a low-crooning song punctuated by the steady rhythm of his mother’s voice.

“Transmitting from JA4LL. JA4LL. Come in, Koichi. This is Risa and Tsutomu.”

She’s been speaking steadily into the microphone for a few minutes already, and Tsutomu pads over to press his cheek into her side, fists his hands into her shirt while she pats him on the head. When the headset crackles to life, he jumps and she doesn’t. His parents’ voices wash over him warmly, and he relaxes, hoping the weather will calm soon so they can all go to Tashirojima together.

Sound asleep in a bubble deep beneath the sea, you don’t even know that there’s a storm on the surface.

“Wake up, girls.” You wake when your father speaks to you, swim eagerly to the border of filmy water and press your nose to it in a sort of nuzzling good morning kiss. “I—yes, good morning, hello—I said I’d take you all to work with me today, if you’d like—stop pressing on the bubble, you’ll pop it!”

You do happy flips when you’re let out of the little aquarium, linger at the back of the school of your sisters as your father quickly becomes engrossed in his work. He’s often distracted and always scatterbrained, but centuries of experience have made him an expert at marine wizardry. There’s little he loves more than his work, except perhaps your family, but he’s unfamiliar with the care and keeping of young goldfish and your mother is away right now.

This is how you slip away: with discretion from your sisters, distraction from your father, and a rush of excitement you’ve felt almost never in your entire life. It’s not that you don’t love your family, that you want to run away; it’s just that your sisters are all still babies, freshly hatched, and you get bored in the little bubble, always having to watch your father work and never getting to do anything. There’s no room for anxiety in your fish-body as you swim towards the surface, wriggling your fins frantically and buoying yourself with upward currents whenever possible. 

The first sight of sunlight streaming through the aqua is mesmerizing, and you kick doubly hard for the remainder of the journey. 

The surface is the most incredible thing you’ve ever seen. Exhausted from the swim, you flop onto your back on top of a passing jellyfish and stare in wonder at the coastline. There’s a road, and little metal vehicles crossing it, and houses tucked into every crevice in the hills. There are jagged cliffs that look like they were hewn in half by some godly hand (one of your uncles, maybe). And on top of the tallest cliff, there’s a little house, so small you can hardly see it, yellow and red and white, and you find yourself fascinated by it.

When he wakes, Tsutomu finds himself in bed, his eyes stuck together with leftover sleep. He remembers, just barely, being carried by his mother’s strong arms to his room, the press of her lips to his forehead. It’s not an unusual occurrence, so he starts his day as usual. Breakfast is leftovers from the fridge, his mother is still half-asleep sipping coffee at the breakfast table (she’s always groggier after a late night up speaking to his father), and he walks down the path to the beach, carefully balancing his favorite toy—a beach ball light enough for him to carry and shaped like a volleyball—in his arms. 

It’s clear today, almost like there was never a storm at all. The sky is a cheerful blue dotted with puffy white clouds, the temperature warm enough to only require a t-shirt, not cold enough to make him uncomfortable. The sun shines down on the beach with a smile, the morning light nearly shining a spotlight on the red lump just above the waterline.

“Eh?” Tsutomu says to himself, walking closer and struggling to peer past the bulge of his volleyball. He sets it down carefully, stopping it from rolling away with his foot, and bends at the waist to look closely at you.

You stare, eyes bulging, back up at him. A little boy, the likes of which you’ve never seen before, fringe falling into his face, is the most magical thing you’ve ever seen.

“A goldfish!” He declares triumphantly as he identifies you. “Hello, Miss Goldfish.”

You flap a fin at him as best you can. He giggles and scoops you up in both hands, wading into the water and holding you just beneath the surface so you won’t dry out. You spin in his hands, and nuzzle his chubby palm. 

“Tsutomu!” Someone calls from above. “Time to go!”

“That’s my mom,” Tsutomu says to you. “We’re going to work at the senior center. Well, she’s going to work, and I get to go to school right next to there, ‘cause I’m five years old.” He adopts a wise expression. Five is the oldest he’s ever been, and it feels very big. You splash. Me too! Me too! “It was nice to meet you, Miss Fish. My name is Tsutomu. I hope I see you again. Bye bye!”

He lets go of you gently, and turns to find that his ball has rolled into the water, a little too deep for him to reach without soaking his clothes. You, still watching the curious human boy, see the frown on his face, the tremble of his lips and watery eyes, and dart off quickly. When he looks down, you’re gone. He stands on the sand in front of the ball, watching it float further away, listening to his mother’s increasingly aggravated shouting for him to come up from the beach, and feels stuck with the tide of unhappiness rising in him. He reaches up with one fist to wipe at his watering eyes.

Shock overwhelms him when a stream of water hits the ball, pushing it against the current, intermittent splash carrying it all the way back to shore. His eyes stop watering from the pure amazement of it all as he watches a little red spark flash with every spurt of water, and he has to shake himself before wading back in to grab it.

“Thank you, Miss Goldfish,” he cheers when he finally lifts the ball clear of the surf. “You’re amazing!”

There’s nothing but pure childish admiration in the words, which makes you as happy as he is. You like this boy! He thinks you’re amazing!

You flip in the air, coming down with a splash that sends droplets of saltwater all the way to Tsutomu, who shields his face and twists his whole torso away with shrieking laughter. 

“Tsutomu!” You say happily. He untwists to look at you, bobbing in the water. 

“You said my name! You really are amazing!”

“Tsutomu!” You cheer, and then again for good measure.

“Tsutomu!” His mother roars, coming into view on the beach, and her ferocious tone hardly seems to dent his mood. 

“I have to go now. Thank you a lot, Miss Goldfish,” he waves at you and begins walking back to his mother, who’s standing with her hands on her hips and her lips set in a scowl.

“Tsutomu!” You say in farewell, and begin the swim back home.

“Mom, I made a friend! I saw a goldfish, and she talks, too. She said my name! Isn’t that so cool?” Tsutomu bounces up to his mother with his fists clenched and raised in the air, as though he’s declaring victory, and her irritation dissipates almost immediately. She laughs and swings him up onto her shoulders.

“That is cool, but we’re going to be late. Think I can drive over before they open the drawbridge?”

You’re lucky your father doesn’t notice and you know it. For the rest of the month, you listen attentively as he explains, half-mumbled and face pressed up against a blackboard, the things he believes children ought to know: potionmaking, mostly, the way that those potions affect the environment, and the filthiness of humans. You try your best to be good, but you file as much information about magic away as you can and know in the deepest depths of your heart that it’s so you can see Tsutomu again.

You sneak away again, maybe every month, and rarely have to wait longer than a few hours for Tsutomu to come rushing down the path from his house, huge smile on his face, shedding his backpack and shoes. During low tide, he can reach what becomes a tide pool, and often he shows you things from his day-to-day life. You love hearing him talk, sometimes practicing human speech by following along with his words. He gives you a name, better than the one your father calls you, you think, shaping it in your mouth. While you watch with great interest, you never bring him anything.

You are a fish, after all.

As the years pass, your visits to the surface become more infrequent. You worry about your human-hating father catching you, and your education has intensified as you age. Your little sisters are starting to grow up and, though they’re still captivated by stories of your Tsutomu, you worry about fostering jealousy of the dry world in them. One daughter your father may not notice missing for a day, but where one of your sisters go, almost all the rest will follow. 

“What does Y/N mean?” You ask innocently one day, when the two of you are eight years old. You bob in the water, and he sits on a rock, the surf spraying up around him but never reaching high enough to soak him.

“Mm,” he says, looking down and kicking at a pebble. “Beloved.”

“Really?”

“I don’t know,” his grin is childish, and the effect is only lightly diminished by the way he’s clearly struggling to maintain eye contact with you. You splash him, and he shrieks and falls into the water. Both of you come up giggling. Whatever the true meaning of his name for you, you know that whenever he says it, that’s what he means; and that is all that matters.

Although he waits patiently for you for many years, Tsutomu tells you one day with a serious face that he’s going to be going to school further away, in Sendai, and will have less time to spend watching out for you. You have a year left before this happens, he says, so your visits resume a near monthly routine. Sometimes, you simply spend hours after he’s left staring at the house on the cliff and imagining living there with Tsutomu and loving him the way he tells you his mom and dad love each other.

When he leaves for school, crying a little while you blink up at him, you absorb yourself in your studies. When you really, really miss him, you swim up to the surface and remind yourself that someday, you’ll be old and strong enough to live up there with Tsutomu. The next time he sees you, he’s twelve years old. People call him Goshiki-kun, not Tsutomu-chan, and his voice cracks when he speaks. On the train ride home from school, he worries that you’ll laugh at him, like his peers do, that the way he’ll surely tear up upon seeing you is unmanly.

It’s July, the month of salt-making rituals, and this becomes the marker of your visits to Tsutomu. To his immense relief, you still call him by his first name, you don’t laugh when his voice breaks, you throw your whole body at him to smack his cheek like you’re trying to hug him with your fins. You missed him as much as he missed you, he can tell, and the both of you spend hours catching up.  You get two more years before disaster strikes.

The day you’re due to visit the surface, it storms again. You know what lightning is, now, know the acrid scent of sky-fire splitting the air, the brutal strength of riptides and currents. When you break into the air, you find that a gray mist lingers over the bay and the mood of the few people you see appears dismal. When you look up to Tsutomu’s house and see that it shines as cheerfully yellow as always, that yellow and red seems to creep into your bones until you feel sure that everything is alright. This is a kind of magic your father has not yet taught you.

This has always been your secret, safe harbor. You don’t expect anything to go wrong here—not when you’re accustomed to submarine chemical vents and shining anglerfish in the deep blue depths. Here it has always seemed safe, calm, kind.

You learn today why your father despises his former kin so much.

There’s silt in the water, probably stirred up by the storm that took away the cheeriness of the sky. One fish swims by you, its eyes bulging frantically. Then another, and another. It’s only when an entire school passes in the same direction that you hear the ship coming closer and realize that you should probably be heading that way yourself.

You’re too late, and so are the rest of them—something huge, bigger than the mouth of a whale, you think it must be, traps you, pressing you together with sifting mud and other scales and glass, like your father’s bottles. You try to move your tail and push yourself out, but you’re packed so tightly in with a million others doing the same that the action is impossible. 

You’re starting to panic.

Then, the boat attached to the net you’re in swings around, taking you and everyone else with it, and you find yourself face to face with a glass jar. Worse, you find yourself slowly being pushed into it by the sheer unluckiness of your position and the crush of animals trying to escape the churning mud and human garbage.

You push more frantically than before, thrashing your entire body violently.

“No, no, no, no!” You wail, the words bubbling in the water. Then you fall through a gap in the net.

Unable to right yourself in time, you find yourself stuck halfway into the jar, and your wriggling only makes it worse.

You can’t—you can’t breathe. This was a mistake. You’re so scared.

You have to take the last resort. You send up a prayer to your mother—please, don’t let him be too angry—and send out a spell with the last bit of energy you have. A signal that will ripple all the way to your father.

You run out of oxygen, and everything goes black.

Tsutomu has been waiting a long time by the beach. He got up early to watch the sunrise, carrying a thermos of hot tea with him as he sat by the water and wondered what your life was like through the months you don’t see him. As he wakes more fully and the air starts to warm (though not by much) he walks alongside the waterline, testing how far he could go in without getting the hem of his pants wet, how long his toes could stand immersion in the cold seawater. He ponders why you keep visiting him, year after year, bringing him good luck and sunny skies.

You’re more to him than a symbol, though; you’re amazing.

As he settles himself, he starts to walk back to the tidepools, hoping you’ll be there. He knows it’s a little early for your visit, but you’re unpredictable; besides, he’s sure you care about your weird human friend as much as he cares about his fishy one.

Near the stairs, something rolls on the sand, flashing gold. Tsutomu squints at it, then picks up his pace. Shit, shit, is that—

It is. He picks up the jar, lips pressing into a pout when he sees that you’re unmoving. He runs up the steps to his home, taking them two at a time, all the while talking to you like you can hear him through the glass barrier.

He collects a bucket and stands next to the garden hose, trying to shake you out of your jar. He thinks that it would require too much force than would be safe to get you out, but you’re clearly suffocating in there. He squats on his heels, turning the jar over in his hands and wracking his brain for a solution.

“Tsutomu, you’re gonna be late for practice!” His mom rounds the corner, startling him, and he drops you. “Tsutomu—what was that?”

You’re out of the jar, but now you’re lying in pieces of shattered glass. Eyes round in distress, Tsutomu snatches you up and plops you into the full bucket of water.

“Nothing,” he says, voice suspiciously shaky.

“Okay, well, we’ve gotta go, so get in the car now.” She jerks her thumb towards the vehicle. He nods and peeks into your bucket. You stare up at him, as alert as ever, and he breathes a sigh of relief. 

In the car, you swim happily in circles, raising your head out of the bucket to peer out the window.

“What’s in the bucket?” His mom says with interest, and he presses a hand over the opening of the bucket, trying not to giggle as you nuzzle his palm. 

“It’s for a group science project—Mom, watch out, you’re gonna make it spill!” She side-eyes him, knowing her son has never been so conscientious of a school project or of his own messes before, but lets it slide. There’s no point in prying when there are only so many options to be found on the beach. The worst that can happen is that he lightly traumatizes some sea creature, and she doubts that Tsutomu’s conscience and childhood obsession with marine life could let him do that. Besides, she smiles to herself. The sea is basically in his blood.

Tsutomu rushes out of the car, managing only a “Thanks-Mom-love-you-goodbye!” before he’s dashing to the gym, gaze bouncing between your bucket and the ground to avoid tripping so fast watching his eyes makes you dizzy.

He sets you down on the bench closest to the court.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” He whispers, picking you up to make sure there’s no glass embedded in your skin. 

“I’m okay!” You beam up at him. “Tsutomu rescued me!” 

He smiles at that, blushing faintly, pretty eyes squinting, and you pop out of the water to splash him lightly.

“Hey, I have to practice in this,” he frowns.

“Sorry,” you say, abashed, but he shoots you a small smile and you know it’s alright.

Listening to Tsutomu explain volleyball is entirely different from watching him play it. You didn’t really understand it when he spoke, before, but now you understand the difference between a fishing net and a volleyball one, as well as other crucial aspects of the game. There’s a lot of yelling, and squeaking, and it’s a little hard to see from inside your bucket, but you don’t mind. You bob up every so often, trying to find Tsutomu on the court, though it’s hard when he moves around so much.

At one point, he jumps up and slams down the ball in what’s clearly a perfect line even to the untrained eye. Around him, his teammates burst into cheers (“Nice going, bowlcut!) and you get so excited you mimic them, whooping and doing a flip in the air.

“Eh? What was that?” Someone you can’t see says, and then Tsutomu is there, grinning widely at you from above, eyes watering slightly.

“Oi, Goshiki,” a boy with hair as red as your scales slides an arm around him. “What’s this you’ve got?”

Tsutomu opens his mouth, but you beat him to it, using the name he gave you without a second thought.

“Huh? Wow, you have a smart goldfish! Reon, come check out Goshiki’s goldfish!”

Reon simply looks at you and says, “Cool.”

“Be nicer!” The redhead says, smacking him lightly on the shoulder. “She can talk!”

“I can talk!” You echo. Reon repeats cool, unfazed.

“What are we looking at, Tendō?” A boy whose shirt reads Yamagata slows his jogging to a stop, one hand running through his hair as he looks at the red bucket.

“This is Y/N,” Tsutomu says. “I found her on the beach.”

“Are you going to eat that?” A voice deeper than the others makes you poke your head further out of the water than before. It’s a boy like the others, with greenish hair and a huge stature. He reminds you, oddly, of your mother. Big and bea-uti-ful!

“No!” Tsutomu yelps. “No, we won’t! Ushijima-senpai, sir,” he adds, voice calming to a lower pitch as he does.

“Are you sure?” Asks Tendō, a sly expression crossing his face. Tsutomu pushes him away hastily and steps protectively in front of you. 

“Yes! I mean no! I mean—”

“Alright,” Ushijima-senpai says slowly. “Welcome to our practice, then. I hope you enjoy watching volleyball.”

“Enjoy!” You do another flip. “Watching Ushijima-senpai!”

“Okay—” Tsutomu says, picking up your bucket, looking around as he tries to find his way out of the circle of boys.

“What’s wrong with your fish?” A boy with long bangs and pointy features grabs the bucket and peers at you. You don’t like this pointy human. “Why is it talking?”

You say nothing, hollowing your cheeks in preparation to spit at him.

“Give her back,” Tsutomu narrows his eyes. “Careful, Shirabu.”

“Is no one else concerned about the talking goldfish?” Shirabu looks around at his upperclassmen. “What the fuck, Goshiki?”

“He’s right,” Ushijima says thoughtfully. “The fish could be a spy. For Karasuno, perhaps.”

“What?” Shirabu’s outraged yell is shortly cut off by Tsutomu’s fearful-yet-determined denial that you would ever do such a thing to him or to Shiratorizawa.

A deep sigh, sounding somewhat like it’s exhaling the speaker’s entire soul, interrupts them both.

“Can we please stop staring at Goshiki’s pet and get back to practice?” A boy with ash blond hair says, and immediately, a few of the others nod and disperse.

“She’s not a pet,” Ushijima says, while Tsutomu splutters incoherently. “Or sushi. She’s a friend of Goshiki. But you’re right, we should be practicing.”

“T-thank you, Ushijima,” Tsutomu says haltingly, eyes shining in admiration. “I really appreciate it!” The captain only needs to look back at him, his face unsmiling but not at all unfriendly, for him to continue. “And I apologize for distracting everyone, I’ll get back to work now! Thank you!”

The rest of practice goes smoothly, although you get a few lingering stares and an odd few minutes of interrogation from Shirabu while they’re on their break. He tries to explain that you can talk, and this is bad, and it’s a demon, to an old man with white hair, who merely hums when he looks at you and tells him to do an extra fifteen laps as a punishment for talking nonsense about magical goldfish.

Once the games have all finished and Goshiki’s changed into street clothing, though, something horrible happens. He’s picking you up, ready to transport you to his mother’s workplace so you can drive home, but then someone taps him on the shoulder. He startles, water sloshing over the sides of the bucket, and lifts up the bucket to his chest to prevent any further instability.

“Goshiki-kun,” a girl human says. “Could I speak to you outside?”

“Ouuuu,” you hear Tendō’s voice from across the gym. “Little bowl cut is receiving a confession?”

“Uh, um, yes, you can,” he says, and when you turn his cheeks are scarlet. “Let me just pack up the rest of my things, and I’ll m-meet you out there.”

“Sounds good!” She says, and you don’t like the cheery note of her voice or the way she brushes her hand against his bicep. You make a face up at Tsutomu, but he doesn’t seem to notice, lost in his own head.

You swim all the way to the bottom of the bucket, only to feel him poking you not a minute later.

“Don’t be grumpy,” he says. “Please? It’ll be just a second.”

You flap a fin at him and make an enthusiastic noise.

It is not, in fact, a second. You wait for an eternity (and you know about eternities) for the girl to stop stuttering her way through telling Tsutomu that she thinks he’s really smart, and she likes his bowl cut, and you can just see the word amazing forming on her lips before she says it. Her hand is stretching out, dropping something shiny into his hand, and you hate it, you hate it, you hate it.

You act before you think. Your cheeks puff up and you take a big breath in and then there’s water, all over her pretty pink cardigan. She shrieks and then starts to cry a little, and you stick out your tongue and blow a raspberry at her before diving back down, flipping your tail with sass as you go.

“I’m really sorry,” Tsutomu says frantically, offering her a wrinkled handkerchief. “It was an accident, I swear. I-I really appreciate your confession and, um, I’m glad you were comfortable enough soo that you could come to me, but, oh! My mom’s here, I have to go! Bye!”

You swivel and watch as he picks you up and bolts away; her tears seem to have dried a bit as she stares after him in bewilderment. Not for the first time, you wish you had two legs and hands to hold onto Tsutomu. You wish that you could stay on shore with him, and keep away all the girls like her forever.

You know it’s childish, but you don’t care. Does it matter that it’s an immature thought when it’s completely impossible?

In the car, Tsutomu is quiet. Even his mother seems to notice his pensive aura, and frames her questions about his day carefully to avoid sounding like she’s prying.

“What’s that?” She asks, and he unclenches his hand, looking as mystified by the object in his palm as you feel. It’s a pin, gold and pink and shaped like a heart. “Oh, my gosh, is that from your girlfriend, Tsutomu?”

“No,” he says immediately. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

You frown, bumping the red walls of the bucket, and he trails his fingers through the water. Something coppery floods your senses, and you dart over to nuzzle his hand instinctively. In his palm, there’s an angry red mark, oozing little droplets of blood. When you poke it, he winces. 

It tastes weird when you lick it.

“Hey!” He jerks his hand out of the water. “Whoa.”

Where Tsutomu knew he had been pricked by the pin a few minutes ago, there’s no sign of injury, even though the water surrounding you still has a faint tint in places. You watch him with round eyes, and he offers you a smile and a pat on the head. Amazing.

“What did you think, Y/N?” You stick out your tongue.

“Girlfriends suck,” is your opinion. “Pbbbt.”

The wind blows the longer strands of Tsutomu’s straight hair to the side as he stands next to the garden hose, refilling your bucket with fresh water. Above you, the sky is a weak blue, it’s brighter shades concealed by layers of white mist. A lush, slightly overgrown garden is what hides behind the picket fence you can see from the seashore, full of plants that look so familiar to the kelp forests you’re used to, yet so different. The upper lands are so strange. You’re glad Tsutomu’s mom doesn’t keep her garden dry and cut into shrubbery, like some of the houses you saw on the way to his school.

“Who are you?” Tsutomu’s voice is stiff, like his form as he drops you into the now-full bucket of fresh water while you crane your neck to see past his legs.

“Where is she?” Booms a voice you know all too well. It cuts off when he sees you, lips pursed while you try to look as inconspicuous as possible. “Captured by a human boy? Bad, that’s very bad. Give her here—“

“No!” Your friend yelps. “You want to take her? Y/N, I’ll protect you.”

“Protection?” Your father sneers, his hair puffing up threateningly. “I felt her signal for help—very good, by the way, your spellwork is coming along nicely. Give her here, now, I’ll be drying out soon.”

“I don’t care! Y/N wouldn’t do that, we’re friends,” Tsutomu says, casting a glance down at you. You nod, your tongue feeling stuck.

“My daughter would not befriend a human—“

“Y/N loves Tsutomu!” You cry. A light blazes in his eyes at the words, and his posture straightens.

“And I love her!”

“Eh?” Your father looks between the two of you. “That’s nonsense, Brunhilda, you know what humans are like, and what’s a Y/N, anyway?”

“It’s me!” You flip in the air, surging with defiant energy. “It’s my name.”

You choke midsentence as a hand closes around you; the world goes up in bubbles, and all you can hear is Tsutomu screaming your name, over and over.

Over.

And over.

And over.



“Again!” You sigh and twitch your fins lazily, watching with hooded eyes as lines only you can see race across the model mountain, glowing faintly before they settle into the material. The warding spell is clean and simple, requiring no complicated incantations or strange ingredients. However, it needs time to sink in, and when a hermit crab scuttles over the map and right onto your now-invisible lines, the whole thing goes up in a puff of smoke.

“Y/N,” your father says sternly, having given up on Brunhilda some time ago, when you refused to answer to it. “This is meant to be a demonstration for your sisters. These spells require layering, you know, one spell to ward and a secondary spell to, in a way, ward that ward. This creates an effect…”

You say nothing, merely letting a current of water roll you onto your side, your eyes rolling up to stare at the ceiling. You can feel the sympathetic gaze of your father—you know that he didn’t intend for this to happen. He only wanted to save you; he couldn’t have known that Tsutomu wasn’t the threat. You know he worries about you when he thinks you can’t hear him. You hear his every prayer for your mother to come back, to make things right, to help you see things his way. It’s only on the third point that he loses you. You didn’t want things to be this way either.

When you lost Tsutomu, something inside you boiled up and nearly steamed over. You can only remember wanting to go back, to go home to him, desperately trying to rejoin him on land. You love your father, and you only want his understanding. He left behind his humanity for your mother; why can’t you gain it yourself for Tsutomu?

The lid had clamped down on that furiously bubbling emotion, and in response it had gone to sleep, simmering but never fully boiling away. At first, you had been unmotivated even to eat or wake when your sisters did. Four years later, you still miss him: you go about your day to day life just fine, but you lack your childhood verve.

Even now, you can feel yourself slipping into slumber, exhausted by just a few minutes of magic. Your father’s voice and the clamor of your sisters meld into a comforting hum, lulling you further. You barely register the feeling of your father carrying you to your aquarium, the whisper of his goodnight lost on your drowsing mind.

When he was fourteen, Tsutomu’s mother found him in the garden. There was a wet trail leading right off the bluffs, a red bucket lying on its side, and her son, sitting with his knees under his chin and crying his heart out. The garden hose was still on.

She didn’t ask what happened, just turned off the hose and crouched next to him, arm over his shoulders, until he looked up at her with puffy eyes and wordlessly followed her into the house.

Risa had always known that she could be a little sharp with her words, and so she used food to express herself more often when she wanted it to be soft and soothing. She mixed her son some tea, the way she had every time he’d gotten sick when he was little, slid two slices of bread into the toaster, and hoped that the warmth of what she gave him would travel into his heart and help it heal a bit. Tsutomu cried into the toast a little, once it had been lavished with butter and honey, but it was just sniffling and not silent sobs, so she didn’t mind much. Then they sat on the couch and she rubbed his back while old tapes of his very first volleyball games played on the TV.

Tsutomu never told her what had happened that day. He could tell that she was curious, but unwilling to pressure him, and he wasn’t sure how to explain it. She’d always spoken about you in the same manner most adults used to describe the imaginary friends of children, and correcting that assumption seemed beyond the dignity of the man he wanted her to see him as. He knew that she guessed that he’d knocked over the bucket and sent his fish back down into the sea, and it wasn’t an unreasonable explanation. Fourteen year old boys weren’t the most rational creatures, and he could very easily have been sent into a similar kind of spiral had the fish just been a regular goldfish. It wasn’t, though, and he’d never cried so hard over any girl since.

He misses you. Though it doesn’t ache as sharply as it did when the fear of facing off against your father was fresh in his mind, he still thinks of you with a pang of sadness. There had been a sense of belonging with you he knows was more than a fleeting feeling. He hopes you���re happy in the ocean, learning new magic and spending time with your sisters, and once you’re queen of the sea, maybe you’ll come visit him. He’ll show you his cross spike.

“Again!” Shirabu barks, and Tsutomu has no trouble complying. He empties himself of every concern outside of the game and slams down a serve, just outside of the zone he wants it to land in. Without prompting, he picks up another ball and does it again.

Over and over and over.

Electricity was already crackling in the air when he woke up.

Everything felt uncomfortable, like the pressure in the atmosphere would pop and the sky would fall down in flaming pieces around them. It’s gray, like it was the day you went home. You’ve been lingering even longer on his mind than usual, and he just hopes that the knot in his throat will go away if he hits enough perfect shots. It would probably help if his partner for the day weren’t allergic to acknowledging when he does something right.

“Alright, that’s enough,” Shirabu says. Tsutomu makes a face at him and serves one more ball, the sound of it hitting the ground echoing obnoxiously. These days, he and Shirabu are good friends, though they’re still hiding behind the thin veneer of antagonism they’d held for each other in their first years. Being teammates at Shiratorizawa means being bonded for life, after all. There’s no sense in fighting it. The powers that be (also known as Coach Washijō) are as inexorable as fate, after all.

During the school year, Tsutomu lived in the dorms, like most other academy students, but living a mere half hour ride away meant he often visited the school over summers, too. It’s a little bittersweet now to know that each day spent practicing in this gym could be his last; though he has some time before university begins, he’s not sure when graduates are supposed to lose access.

“I drove with my mom,” Tsutomu says, “so I’ll be meeting her at the senior center. You’re coming over to watch the Rockets game later, right?”

“Sure,” Shirabu says, slinging on his backpack. “I have to bring some homework, though, I have too much preliminary coursework already.”

“You asked for it, smartass,” teases his friend.

“That’s gonna be Doctor smartass to you.”

Despite the short walk between the academy and the senior center, Tsutomu is soaked by the time he walks inside. He’s careful when taking off his raincoat and shaking out his umbrella, placing it into the designated stand, stamping his boots on the absorbent mat a few times to be safe. Just past the welcome desk, he can see his mother, pushing rambunctious Mrs. Suzuki down the hall, probably to her daily bingo game, where she’ll fleece the other players just like she’s done every day for years. Mrs. Fukuyo is sitting near the terrace doors, gazing out of the big window at the wet world outside.

“Hello, Tsutomu-chan,” she says, beckoning him to sit down, taking his hand in both of hers. “Or should I say Goshiki? You’re an adult, now, aren’t you?”

“Basically,” he says, lifting his chin. “One more week.”

“Oh, yes, you’re very grown up,” she says. “I remember when you were just starting secondary school. You were a bit skinnier then, and you wouldn’t eat fish.”

Tsutomu flushes.

“A lot can happen in a week,” says Miss Itoh, who often plays Mrs. Suzuki’s partner in crime when she deigns to attend bingo, as she passes by. “You be careful, Tsutomu, with all this weather. It’s bad luck.”

“There’s always weather,” sniffs Mrs. Fukuyo. “And we need the rain.”

“I’ll take care, don’t worry,” Tsutomu says politely. “You do the same, please.”

“Good, good,” Miss Itoh sounds distracted. “Happy birthday. Keep out of the rain, you’ll get sick. And don’t go sailing.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he stands to bow as she leaves the room.

“She’s crazy,” Mrs. Fukuyo sighs, half-joking. “But even a broken clock is right twice a day. You’re a good kid.”

“Thank you,” he says, stiff and awkward, cheeks glowing red.

“Tsutomu, there you are. Sorry to keep you waiting, I’m done now,” his mother lands a hand lightly on his shoulder. “Hello there, Mrs. Fukuyo. Doing well?”

“I am, thank you,” says the elderly woman. “Just telling your son what a strong man he’s grown up to be. He’ll take good care of his mother.”

“I will,” Tsutomu says with conviction. His mother’s pride beams down on him like the sun splitting the clouds.

“Thank you,” his mother says. “The storm rages on; we should probably go.”

“The roads aren’t safe,” says the the woman at the check-in desk as they prepare their rain gear to leave. “You should stay here for the night, Risa.”

Her jaw tightens. “I need to be there if Koichi radios in. We’ll make it just fine, don't you worry.”

On a nondescript day in August, you wake up.

Something tastes different on the current, and you feel almost like you’re regarding the world with new eyes again. You remember, with fierce and reckless abandon, what it is to love.

“Good morning,” you greet your sisters cheerily.

“Good morning!” They echo back, beaming at you. They feel it too, you can tell.

You eat your breakfast with gusto, examine your scales and scrub each until they shine. You kiss every sister you see on top of her red-gold head.

“I want to see Goshiki,” you tell your father, watching as his hair stands on end at the name, bracing yourself so the surprised jolt of power he emits doesn’t knock you down.

“No,” is all he can muster for a moment. “The human world isn’t safe. Look at what happened to you the last time you went up there.”

“I would have been fine because of Tsutomu,” you say, “And I’m even more powerful now than I was.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he snaps back. “They taint everything they touch. You’d have to-to literally, actually become a human to return to the surface. I don’t want them taking you. I don’t want you to get hurt.” You take a deep breath.

“Fine,” you say. “Then I’ll do it myself.”

You exhale with controlled force, closing your eyes and concentrating on the slow beat of cold blood in your veins.

“What are you doing?” Starts your father, nervously, but you don’t hear as you focus intently on the warmth spreading through you.

Pop!

You open your eyes, magic still swirling around you, and beam.

“Feet!” You chirp. “I have feet!” A little more pushing, and—

“Are those legs?” Your father shrieks. “Stop this right now!”

“No,” you say fiercely, and release an explosion of power so potent it rocks you backward. Seconds later, you realize that you’ve blasted a hole in the wall and the barrier ward; seawater rich with plankton rushes through, followed by barracuda with bulging eyes and squirming eels. You have hands, now, and something odd is happening to your scalp. You use one of the new extremities to reach tentatively up and pat your head.

“Hair!” Your sisters, freed from their own bubbles by the commotion, float around you. A shock of hair has sprouted from your scalp like a crop of coral. It tickles your forehead.

“I did it,” you say quietly, breathless. “I’m human.”

You look around for your father, but only see the tail end of him dashing into one of his back rooms, his nervous muttering echoing around the room.

Perhaps if you were human from the beginning, your mother would have taken you to the sea, held your hand as you beheld the glittering waves for the first time, and warned you never to turn your back on the ocean. Alas, you weren’t and she didn’t, so you fall with no resistance forward when a rush of water slams into your back, grinding your face into the floor and sweeping you away while you flail your little hands helplessly.

You’ve only felt so powerless in the water once before. Scrabbling for purchase as you freewheel through the halls of your home, you catch your fingers—there’s still a little rush of joy from it, you made them, you have fingers—on the spokes of a great wheel and cling for dear life. It creaks and turns, and you yelp, your words turning to bubbles that rise and pop against the ceiling, against which the water now reaches. The wheel turns again, and you try to hold your breath (something you’ve never done before) as something in the door clicks. There’s a moment where you think it’ll hold, and then you rock forward a little more, and it swings open. The ocean, eager to fill everything and make it its own, changes its course, and you tumble into the room, eyes widening when you see the enormous cauldron filled with something richly luminous and golden. Even submerged, the scent of the potion is strong, reminiscent of plant rot and blooming flowers, the same perfume that your mother exudes. For a moment, you gain breath, lungs and gills morphed and confused, and then you’re pulled back beneath the surface and pushed right into the pot.

You shut your eyes, the golden glow permeating even through your eyelids, and oddly enough, you can breathe like it’s pure oxygen. You can feel your spell being taken away from you, your limbs becoming fins, and you open your eyes.

I want to be human, you cry. I want to see my love.

The cauldron erupts, pushing you out of it on the top of a geyser. You hear popping noises and try to stand, looking down to see several of your sisters caught up in the fount of bubbling-over magic, thrashing joyfully as they try to wave at you with suddenly huge fins. 

You wave back, and gasp involuntarily when you see your own hand. Five fingers, covered with soft skin, veins carrying warm blood and strong bones beneath it. Your sisters may have grown far more in the span of the last few seconds, but you’ve reached an entirely unfamiliar size and shape yourself. You stretch your legs, examining your toes, the way your dress—the same color as your scales and a little iridescent, just like they were—flows around you, and beam at your sisters.

Thank you, Mother. You bow your head quickly in short prayer.

“Let’s go see Tsutomu!” You call out, and your sisters leap in answer. The surface world is so different through the eyes of a human. Your head is turned constantly to the shore as you race on the bubbling foam towards the highest hill you can see, a speck of yellow and red on top of it growing closer with every step. Lights turn on and off in the windows of homes, a thousand little fireflies glowing smaller in the distance. Trees, shivering and shaking in the wind, make up the landscape, shaping it into something that looks almost soft from so far above.

The broad panorama isn’t without more minor detail, though: with some fascination, you see two glowing eyes staring at you from along the road. Their owner steps out of the shadows—a furry creature with pointy ears and a tail and a sleek white coat of fur. Another cat follows him into the light, this one black and her eyes shiny green, unlike the first’s calm blue. The white cat rubs his cheek along the other’s, winding around her while she stands stock-still. Quick as a minnow, the black cat swipes at him, but the white cat darts away, checking over its shoulder to see if she’ll follow. You beam broadly and speed up, eager to situate yourself in this strange and exciting new world Tsutomu comes from.

Tsutomu can’t remember a time his mother’s spent the night away from home. Every night, without fail, if she knows that his dad will be in the harbor, she sits at home and waits for him, beaming their signal in start-stop patterns, having whole conversations with him in flashes when the radio reception isn’t to be used. It’s not often he’s away from home, either; it makes him uneasy to be away from the open sea. A closed horizon is a strange sight to him, like being a bug trapped in a bowl.

His parents’ commitment to each other has shaped him, something he’s always known. In sickness and in health, they swore to each other, and they kept it. For better or for worse.

His mother certainly seems intent on plowing through the worst to get to his father, now, the rain hitting their windshield in sheets and the water sloshing around their tires. Tsutomu doesn’t protest at all, just hangs on to the grab handle and stares out at the behemoth waves.

A flash of red shines in the corner of his eye. He sucks in a sharp breath, twisting fully around. He squints, trying to make out shapes through the rain.

“Get back in your seat,” his mother blindly swats at him with one hand, eyes focused on the road. “You’re throwing off the weight distribution.”

Tsutomu ignores her, white knuckling the cushions of the car as he watches you, dancing in the rain, running with the waves. You duck and weave, your dress red against the cold, gray sea.

“There’s a girl in the water!”

“What? Where?”

His mouth lies, but his heart knows the truth, knew it as soon as he saw you.

“There,” he points, but you pull ahead of them, and then there’s nothing but lightning flashing in the distance. “Never mind. Never mind. We just—we just need to go home, sorry.”

“Right you are,” his mother says, and drives the gas pedal into the floor.

Tsutomu is a shipwreck. Tossed around on the waves of his thoughts, he finds himself cresting and falling, one emotion followed immediately by another. It can’t be you. It is you. Tsutomu doesn’t care what you are, just that he can see you again. He wonders if this is what drowning feels like.

Their wipers battle to slough off the buckets pouring from the sky, and Tsutomu’s heart drops to his soles when a smudge of red reveals itself just to be his old bucket, hanging off the fence. His mom parks and he tries to regulate his breathing, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car on shaky legs.

“Is that…” His mother says, trailing off, and his head snaps up, the car blocking him from whatever she sees.

He walks around, trying desperately not to break into a run, trying not to get his hopes up.

Barely audible over the sound of storming, the pat-pat-pat of rapid footsteps is his only warning before—

You crash into Tsutomu, both faces scrunching up from the impact, both losing your footing on the wet pavement and falling further into each other. He knows it’s you even with his eyes closed. He would know you in every world and the next; he would know you from the beat of your heart and the touch of your skin and the way he loves you, loves you, loves you.

For a moment, before you hit the ground, you feel like you’re flying with him.

You spill together onto the driveway like an egg cracked into a pan, still holding each other in a bone-crushing embrace. You inhale his scent deeply and nuzzle into his wet-rain-jacket shoulder, and he cracks his eyes open, afraid you’ll disappear when he comes back to reality.

Tsutomu says your name quietly, on tenterhooks, almost all the breath in his body taken out of him.

You lift your head and say his louder, eyes wide and bright and wet. He can’t stop his tears from welling up, but he can blame them on the rain.

You kiss his cheeks where the salt might dry, one then the other, soft as the breeze. Tsutomu can still feel your smile, unfading. The sky turns gold around you.

#sorry that u are a fish for most of this. if i had written the rest of it u would not be a fish the whole time #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #goshiki x reader fluff #goshiki x reader angst #goshiki x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader fluff #goshiki tsutomu x reader angst #haikyuu!! angst #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #haikyuu angst #hq angst #hq fluff #hq!! angst #hq!! fluff

[feral-pansexual]

Spoiling Tsu-Chan | Shiratorizawa x Reader

Warnings: Porn with a leetol plot, the third years are all TRUE DOMS, Goshiki is the subbiest babey I s2g. Whole thing is Shiratorizawa & you spoiling Tsutomu. I keep fuckign up and switching between past and present pronouns (English is unfortunately my 1st language, I have no excuses). Poorly written because I’m tired, no beta we die like men, etcetera and whatnot.

Premise: Shiritorizawa has had their precious little first year on the volleyball team for a while now, but they have yet to.. Not quite ‘haze’ him, but haze him. Enter you, s/o to Tendou (and pretty much the whole team at this point) Everyone just wants to do their best to make little Tsutomu feel welcomed.

Gender neutral reader, because Gender is a Scam (thank). Fic is mostly oriented around Goshiki, not you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Onwards!

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You congratulate the volleyball team after their latest win, doting on them and handing out towels and water as they make their way into the locker room. Tendou runs up to greet you, a mischievous grin on his face as he kisses your forehead.

“Hey, babydoll. Need you to do something for us.”

Even for after a game, Satori seemed more breathless than usual. Judging by the smile on his face, as well as the growing.. ‘problem’ at the front of his shorts… If he weren’t leaning over you, the dwindling crowd would have been able to clearly see the evidence of his arousal.

“That depends.. what kind of something do you boys need?”

He chuckled, the sound airier than usual. “Y’know the new kid, Goshiki? Cute little first year with the bangs?”

You had to stop yourself from snorting. “With the bangs.”

“Mhhm. It seems pretty obvious that he’s here to stay, ‘n the boys and I figured we should give him a more.. informal welcome, if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and you couldn’t help but to laugh at his antics.

“Well, if you think he deserves it..”

“Did you see that cross-shot?! I might’ve let him at you just for that!”

You were laughing with him now. You faintly heard Coach Washijo yelling at your boyfriend to change and get out of the club room, but you could ignore that for now.

“I’ll be in you and Toshi’s room?”

“With the booty shorts?”

You sighed dramatically. “Are they really necessary?”

“Noooooo.. but I’m peeling whatever you wear off of you anyways, so might as well make it easy on us both.”

You rolled your eyes as he finally made his way to the locker room. Still, you smiled fondly. Goshiki wasn’t the only first year you had helped to feel welcome on the team, but it being your third year, he would be your last.

— messy ass timeskip for.. reasons —

Tendou’s fingers wrap around your wrist and hip, dragging you closer to him in he and Ushijima’s shared room as he stoops to kiss you. You can feel the stares from the rest of the team as he does so, their attention turning your cheeks red. He’s always been the most forthright in your pleasure, and so the rest of the boys let him go first (and subsequently hold you while they have their turns.

His dirty talk is unmatched, and tends to affect everyone within earshot.) You can see the way Goshiki fidgets on Reon’s lap, see the way the older boy whispers in his ear, the way he holds the boy’s hands to keep him from touching himself.

Still, you can tell, even with most of your gaze obscured by Tendou, that Reon’s struggling to contain himself as well. A light blush has dusted his cheeks, and you watch his throat bob as Tendou deepens the kiss. You can't help but shut your eyes and moan, and you hear Goshiki quietly parrot the sound. Semi laughs, but is quickly silenced by.. Well, you can’t tell right now.

Satori’s fingers release your wrist, and coax your hand to his shoulder. You bunch the material of his shirt in your grip as his hand travels to your ass, gently pulling your shorts and underwear down. You hear a gasp and smile- it seems the team’s plan to fully welcome the first year was working.

Tendou chuckled at the sound Goshiki made. “Tsu-chan! Didn’t know we’d get you so worked up just by kissing, eh?”

You took the chance to open your eyes again. Everyone present - Ushijima, Reon, Tendou, Semi, and Shirabu - were all looking at Tendou, who’s flush was deepening from the attention. Not just from the rest of the team, but the hand Reon had inched down to the front of the younger boy’s pants. Tendou laughed again, tugging your back to his chest as he turned to watch the new show.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Don’t get him too worked up now, Ohira-san! We’re not even to the best part yet!”

“The.. best..?” Tsutomu’s ears were turning now, the redness of his blush traveling down his neck now, too. You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“The sex, Tsu. Didn’t any of your senpais tell you?”

Semi let out a quiet groan, grabbing Shirabu’s thigh as he covered his mouth with the other hand. The sandy-haired setter offered him a confused glance, but the blush on his face betrayed his stoic demeanor.

Tendou’s hands began kneading your thighs, tutting at the second years. “I thought I asked you both to tell him! We’ve been planning this for DAYS, and nobody bothered to tell the guy the whole setup’s for?”

Semi leaned down, Shirabu following in the short bow. Little Goshiki was stuck gawking at all of you, save for Ushijima, from Reon’s lap.

“Hmm. Reon and I both told you to do it yourself. Those two need more discipline before they will be able to follow through with such.. Lewd conversations with their kouhai.”

The attention shifted to the team’s captain, the second years wincing just slightly beneath his words. Semi, who was sitting right next to him on Tendou’s bunk, gently removed the hand from his mouth and fisted it in Ushijima’s pants near the knee. The older boy covered it with his own hand, offering a soft squeeze.

“Weelllll… Now that everybody’s up to speed, can we get a move on? My perfect partner’s almost naked, and I can’t wait for what comes next.”

Tendou practically covered your body with his own, hands linking just under your stomach. Almost discreetly, he shifted a foot between your own to further expose you to the rest of the room. Goshikis gasped again. He wasn’t the only one who verbalized - Semi and Shirabu sighed at the not-unfamiliar sight, while Reon chuckled under his breath at his Kouhais’ reactions. Wakatoshi tightened his grip on Semi’s hand, eliciting a small gasp from him.

Reon gently patted Goshiki's hip before shifting, settling the smaller boy onto his thigh before patting the other.

"You ready, doll?"

Tendou was always gentle with you.. verbally, at least. The handprint shaped bruises on your hips said otherwise physically - not that you minded.

With a nod, you were settled onto Reon's other thigh. Goshiki gulped as you tosses a leg over his lap, drawing attention to your naked sex. You looped an arm around Reon's shoulder for stability, offering a smile and peck on the lips before returning your attention to the first year.

"Tsu-chan, love. You can touch."

It was like that was the only permission he needed before he leaned into Reon's large chest, dropping a hand to the leg you placed across his own. His touches were hesitant at first, but the gentle praises from you and Tendou were enough to spur him into action.

It wasn't long before you two were off Reon's lap and onto Tendou's bed, surrounded by the rest of the team. Your boyfriend sat behind you, thighs beneath your shoulders to prop you up some as Shirabu and Semi guided the first year to better please you.

"If you touch them right there and roll your thumb-"

You gasped, hips lifting into their hands as you came for the first time that night. Goshiki's eyes widened at the sight, while the second years continued their ministrations.

"Good job, Tsutomu." Uahijima's baritone voice came from near Tendou's head above you.

"Now you get to clean up the mess you've made."

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"Gee, I wonder what kind of sleep-deprived self indulgent bull Silver'll write today"- Shiratorizawa gangbang fic. Any other questions or requests? Send 'em in!

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Shiratorizawa Masterlist

Quick reminder that all my content is yandere, so please proceed with caution! Themes including (but not limited to) violence, kidnapping, non-con, stalking, etc are found in the links below! Please be responsible; no one can police your internet intake but yourself. Another quick reminder that absolutely everything is set in the timeskip for obvious reasons!

WAKATOSHI USHIJIMA

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KENJIROU SHIRABU

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TSUTOMU GOSHIKI

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Passive Posessive

Read this masterpiece on AO3 at https://ift.tt/hEznZlG

by honorable_mentions

Haikyuu college omegaverse.

Kiyoko is hiding something. Oikawa and Iwaizumi have a one-night stand. Hinata and Kageyama need to confess already. Bokuto and Akaashi are navigating parenthood. This story has it all with fluff, angst, smut, and everything in between.

This fic is also on Wattpad, book 1 parts 1 & 2, and the sequel.

Words: 10232, Chapters: 5/245, Language: English

Fandoms: Haikyuu!!

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Original Child Character(s), Shimizu Kiyoko, Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Oikawa Tooru, Iwaizumi Hajime, Hinata Shouyou, Kageyama Tobio, Akaashi Keiji, Bokuto Koutarou, Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Shimizu Kiyoko/Tanaka Ryuunosuke, Iwaizumi Hajime/Oikawa Tooru, Hinata Shouyou/Kageyama Tobio, Akaashi Keiji/Bokuto Koutarou, Sawamura Daichi/Sugawara Koushi, Amanai Kanoka/Yachi Hitoka, Ennoshita Chikara/Original Female Character(s), Hanamaki Takahiro/Matsukawa Issei, Azumane Asahi/Nishinoya Yuu, Miya Atsumu/Sakusa Kiyoomi, Kinoshita Hisashi/Narita Kazuhito, Kozume Kenma/Kuroo Tetsurou, Kita Shinsuke/Ojiro Aran, Semi Eita/Terushima Yuuji, Futakuchi Kenji/Shirabu Kenjirou, Goshiki Tsutomu/Koganegawa Kanji

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha/Omega, Alpha/Beta, Beta/Omega, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smut, Drama, Mates, Bonding, Pack Family, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Omega Verse, Mpreg, Family Dynamics, Family Drama, Mutual Pining, College, Alcohol and Drugs, Infertility, Miscarriage, Hospitals, Abuse, Past Abuse, Violence, Stalking, Adoption, Parenting, Akaashi and Bokuto takign care of a toddler, Fanfiction, Pregnancy, Unplanned Pregnancy, Lots of Babies

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