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oujikawa · 3 years

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haikyuu pretty setters when they’re jealous (gif reaction)

warnings - none !!

characters - kageyama, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, atsumu, & semi

kageyama

ok. finally the day of the week has arrived, where kageyama finally wants to pull the ball down and take you out lol. you’re all excited because kags tells you it’s a surprise. where does he end up taking you ?? to watch a volleyball game 😃😃 don’t get me wrong, you love to support him and the other love in his life. but sometimes you want him to spend time doing other things. “i’m overdressed. you couldn’t have warned me?” “i didn’t say it was somewhere fancy.” aha ha haa okayyyy 😀. you two sit together in the stands and kageyama is so invested in the game and doesn’t seem to notice someone tap your shoulder. “hi! i saw your phone case. i love that movie!” “same! i’ve been wanting to watch the second part.” the guy smiles and says “me too! a lot of my friends think it’s gonna suck tho.” and you two engage in a convo about the movie. little do you know kags has been listening in and seething oof. “maybe you could give me your number and we could go watch it sometime?” he’s slightly blushing which pisses kageyama off even more. kags turns to the both of you, “they’re with me. get lost.” and you’re like 😨😨 before you even say anything he pulls you up out of the stands and out of the area. “are you bored, y/n?” “what? no!” “then who’s the movie nerd?” “i have no idea he just started talking to me.” kags is salty and sulking and decides he should be the one taking you to go watch the movie. and he does. as your waiting in line, his arms around your waist might feel a little tighter than usual. kageyama just can’t help falling for the look in your eyes as you excitedly talk about the movie. and he is not planning on sharing that, with anyone 💗

kenma

is disgusted. kenma is like🧍🏼‍♂️but mentally strangling them. he’s totally the type to do those super smash bro tournaments. he usually brings you along for support and just to spend even more time with you. the tournament is popping that day. “hey ken! you ready bro?” “yeah.” a bunch of these gamers know kenma. he’s like royalty and everyone pulls up to watch him play. you let him get situated and start looking around. “listen their hot. i always play as them.” you listen in the conversation since you have nothing better to do sjsgsjsk. “nah that one is hot.” the other guy in the conversation points to a character from the game. “shit you right. kinda looks like kenma’s s/o.” all the simps look between you and the character poster. literally ogling at this point. “hey you’re y/n right?” some random guy with a pikachu shirt asks. “you wanna come play with me?” before you can answer kenma drags you to his area and places you on his lap. everyone looks over at you which causes you to feel uncomfortable. “b-baby. this is kind of embarrassing.” “i was cold.” kenma pouts and places his chin in the crook of your neck. before it gets even more embarrassing, he lets you go and grabs a chair to have you sit next to him. as kenma hands you the player 2 remote, he inches closer to give you a peck. you’re surprised at his boldness. “stay here with me.” all the gamers are bit embarrassed and leave you two alone. this causes kenny boy to be more protective when he takes you to his tournaments 💖

oikawa

oikawa is sulking. but will not show it to the person flirting with you. doesn’t wanna show any weaknesses aka you being one of them. i see him as a bit insecure that you’d leave him for someone else. so, if you’re giving someone too much attention he gets like this lol. “y/n-chan~” but you’re not paying attention still talking to the stranger. “y/n. y/n!! baby~” oikawa is now walking towards you two because fam you may need 🦻 because ?? “ah there you are my love~ who’s this?” oikawa makes sure he wraps his arm around your waist. “we actually just met! they’re a fan of the team.” “oh? are you a fan of my s/o as well?” yikes awkward ... “because if you are that’s totally normal. we’re kinda the star couple around here.” he’s physically smiling but his eyes show something else. “u-uh no no. i was just-“ “if you really were a fan, you’d know they’re mine. unless, you lack common sense.” oikawa’s words get more vicious and this person is getting spooked and just speeds off lol. once they’re gone, “hmph. you’re mean.” oikawa is pouting, shoulders slumped forward. i— the complete opposite from earlier 😂 “babe. he was just talking to me about the game.” he sighs and shakes his head. “i saw him watching you during the game. that guy had other plans.” you’re like 😳 because you had no idea lol. “but let’s give him something to watch. make sure the fanboy get it’s through his head that you’re with me.” oikawa then pulls you in for a kiss slightly hoping that guy happens to coincidentally pass by again 💞

akaashi

akaashi is patient and tries not to look into it much. that is, until things get a bit touchy. he was so in love when he saw how excited you were when he suggested taking you to go play mini golf. waking hand in hand you walk towards the front where you pay. “keiji, i’m gonna make a hole in one just watch.” akaashi just chuckles. “if you say so. i’m pretty good at this.” the guy working the register looks at you both yet his eyes linger on you for a bit longer. “here you go.” the guys hands you the putters and golf balls. the stranger looks at you and says “you look pretty fit. i’m sure you’ll be good at this.” akaashi is like 😐 ?? because this requires no athleticism whatsoever but let’s it go because it seems to boost your confidence. a couple minutes pass and you’re on the 4th hole. “i can’t believe you’re beating me rn.” “i told you, y/n. i’m kinda good at this.” akaashi smirks and assumes the pose of a pro golfer. you’re rolling your eyes until you hear a male voice “hey! looks like you need some advice.” your boyfriend doesn’t seem to bothered as it seems harmless until he sees what happens next. “omg pls. i’m trying to beat this menace over here.” “competitive, i like that. listen your posture is a bit off.” the guy goes around you to guide you. he’s really close with his chest to your back and his hands over yours. akaashi’s grip on the putter tightens “i think i can show how it’s done. thank you.” shoos the guy away and envelops you in his embrace. “oh so now you wanna help me?” “be quiet.” he kisses the top of your head and goes easy on you for the rest of the game lol.

atsumu

his words do not match his actions. smiling and coming off as friendly but what he’s saying ?? yeah no. atsumu was feeling a bit romantic and wanted to take you to a nice dinner. “ooh this is nice, tsumu.” “only the best for my y/n.” you two look over the menu debating what to get. then the waiter approaches and things take a turn. “hello, can i get you two started with some drinks?” “coke for me.” “and for you?” the waiter asks turning towards you and has the audacity to look you up and down. atsumu is like 🤨 “uh an iced tea pls.” the male leaves to get your drinks. “it’s kinda fancy here. feels weird.” “i know but i wanted to do somethin better than mcdonalds.” you laugh and the waiter is already back with your drinks. quietly hands astumu his coke and hands you your drink and something else ?? “this appetizer is one of my favorites. it’s on the house. “ you thank him with a smile. “i knew you had a beautiful smile. guess that’s your payment 😉 “ atsumu actually wants to spit his soda out at him lol. it gets worse because the waiter ignores him the whole time and pays special attention to you even getting close when taking your order. after the food is brought out, you two finally eat in peace. after, atsumu gets up to the use the restroom and bumps into the waiter. “how is everything tasting?” oh boy. “everythin tastes great 😄 but...they’re not on the menu ya know?” “i-i’m sorry?” atsumu crosses his arms and replies back with “don’t know if yer stupid or actin like it. but they’re with me so lay off.” doesn’t even let the guy reply and walks off. “everything okay babe?” atsumu just asks for the check and makes sure not to leave a tip ajgsgsjskal. once you’re out of the restaurant, he pulls you in for a long kiss. “remind me not to bring ya here again okay?” you hold back your laughter at everything that happened and just say “okay, but is my baby jealous~” “hmph.” atsumu then takes your hand in his but the way he’s holding it tightly gives you your answer 💕

semi

you can see it on his face. hear it in his voice. your sister, cousin, and neighbor can tell. this day you go and support your bf semi to one of his games as always. he lowkey hates how much the team loves you but prefers them over anyone else. the ace of the opposing team has been pretty open about his crush on you. has even said in front of semi “if i win the game, y/n you should consider leaving him for me.” i- the nerve 😟 to say he was mad is an understatement. “y/n wish me luck.” he leans down for a good luck kiss which you gladly oblige. as soon as he gets it, he’s off to go with the rest of the team. tendou will not stop with the teasing “semi semi. look who it is 🤪” it’s none other than the ace of the other team. the guy just smirks when he spots semi and waves to you. semi’s biting his tongue to stop the string of vulgarities he wants to yell at him. the game starts and you’re seated and ready to cheer whenever shiratorizawa scores. the first set is intense but the team pulls through. towards the end of the second set, the stupid ace of the other team decides to show off. he makes eye contact with you and delivers the fastest serve yet. the whole crowd is shook as well as you. semi turns to you and sees a wow manage to escape your lips. oh he’s pissed. he wants to be the one to leave you in awe. your his, who does this guy think he is ?? semi gets in the zone and pulls whatever he can to make they win. in the end, they win to really no ones surprise. semi is more surprised at the fact that he really thought he could lose you. the ace just glares at semi and walks away. “ahh congrats eita !! i knew you had this !” he pulls you in for a hug and let’s you congratulate the rest of the team. this gave him the push to want to be the best partner he can be for you 💓

a/n - i wanted to add suga but then it’d be way too long ajshshjsks

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ahtsumu · 4 years

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college student!miya atsumu hc dump

pairing: gn!reader ; genre: so much fluff, headcanons/mini drabbles ; tag(s): fluff, slightly suggestive, just the underclassman years for now, based on the american college system ; wc: 1.2k

imagine college student!miya atsumu majoring in creative writing while being the starting setter on the university's NCAA D1 volleyball team. he read milk and honey by rupi kaur once and ever since then he’s been madly in love with hitting the “enter” key after typing three words and calling it poetry. his ultimate goal, however, is to play for team USA at the olympics though!

imagine college freshman!miya atsumu

longboarding across campus on the first day of class with his airpods in (now playing: rap caviar on spotify), ray-bans on, snapback over his head, and nearly falling over when he passes you on the way to your 9 am. when you stop to make sure he’s okay, his entire face goes red before he stammers out an “i’m fine, thanks” and speeds off in embarrassment, kicking himself the whole time for not even getting your name because when will he ever see you again?? but when he’s settled down in freshman seminar and looks up at the whiteboard, he sees you walk in from the corner of his eye.

spending the whole night studying the lasting effects of imperialism through the lens of feminist theory after being paired up with you for a group project. he’s sweating buckets as he walks into starbucks because he just knows you think he’s an idiot (especially after your disastrous first encounter), only to be pleasantly surprised when the first thing you say to him is, “finally gave up on the longboard?” with a cheeky grin

texting his twin osamu “pls help how do i get someone to like me”, receiving “lmao is this a joke”, then replying with “stfu i don’t wanna hu i wanna cuff”, then being spammed with wikihow links and a few articles from GQ–– none of which he thinks helps, by the way!

running into you at the nearby 7-eleven at 2 am as he stands in front of the chips (it’s cheat day and he’s studying for a midterm, c’mon), deliberating between the purple and red taki’s like it’s a matter of life and death. when you say “fuego is better” from behind, he spins around with his hand on his heart, eyes wide in shock before he grins and replies with “i didn’t take ya for a basic…” but grabs the purple bag anyway

studying under a shady tree in the quad and getting bored after finishing a couple assignments, so he texts you to see if you’re free to go over some details of your project together (you are), only to end up not getting any work done because suddenly, you’re playing an impromptu game of 20 questions and wow. he can’t stop thinking about you.

sending you excerpts of your readings with funny comments, usually just roasting the author or narrator for his inability to understand the text. the first time you send one back he’s in the locker room after practice and he grins so wide that when his teammates grab his phone and see that all you’ve sent is a screenshot followed by “this mf’s writing about pouring concrete as if it's a RELIGIOUS EXPERIENCE LMFAO someone come get their man!!”, they’re like, atsumu… you good? but no, he’s not–– he’s into you to the point it hurts not to have you

inviting you to one of his games after class with his heart pounding so fast that it almost feels like he’s playing the game right now, but then you take the ticket from his hand and grin, promising that you’ll be there as a representative from the official miya atsumu fan-club. he thinks that he might just die on the spot from happiness, but then you ask if you should come with a poster of his face and that’s when he really thinks he might just combust

looking nervously for you in the stands during warmups just to make sure you’re there and playing so hard after he spots you that he breaks his personal best for service aces in one game. he actually turns around at one point in the game to look you in the eye, winking as if to say “this one’s for you.” (you blush and hope he didn’t see it. he did!)

raising up one eyebrow in class when you meet his gaze and mouthing “wanna get out of here?” just to get you flustered, except when you mouth back “sure, my dorm?” with the same mischief in your eyes, a bright red blush blooms over his cheeks–– and he suddenly finds it very hard to focus, the only thing on his mind being you and him… in your dorm…

finally asking you out to the fall ball (this year’s theme: masquerade!), showing up at your door in a black three-piece suit and white mask and thinking that there’s no way he’ll be able to work up the courage to make his move once he sees you dressed like that, except he does when he walks you back at the end of the night, kissing you right in front of your door with his heart about to leap out from his throat

imagine college sophomore!miya atsumu

in plaid sweats, hair fluffy from sleep, leaning against the kitchen counter with a bowl of lucky charms in his hands, murmuring a “mornin’ babe” with a soft smile when he sees you walk in

pulling you onto his lap on his sofa as he reads to you a poem he has to analyse for class–– “[i carry your heart with me(i carry it in]” by e.e. cummings–– and when you ask him if he’s finally moved on from his weird obsession with enjambment, he laughs out an “as if!” and pulls up a poem he’s just written on his notes app

leaning over the court-side barriers before games for his ritual “good luck kiss” because ever since you started coming to his games in freshman year he’s only set personal record after personal record (even breaking the school record for service aces at one point)... even though his teammates and coaches all make fun of him for it

making out with you on his desk after you walk into his room in one of his team hoodies–– the one with his jersey on it–– his calloused hands running up and down your waist as he kisses you fervently because god, he can’t hold himself back when he sees you in something that claims you as his, even if he has a paper on 18th century french poetry due in two hours

tapping your shoulder as you file out of your 8 am class with a goofy grin and your coffee order in hand after you rushed out the door a few minutes late that morning (thanks to him and his stupid wandering hands)

driving you around campus on an athletic department golf cart after class because of his student athlete special privileges, giving out high-fives and aggressively shouting “hey! have a great day!” to the students and faculty you pass (all while cementing your reputation as the cutest couple on campus)

begging you to stay another night at his off-campus apartment even though you have your own dorm room because he sleeps better knowing that yes, you’re still there beside him and you haven’t left like so many other people in his life

inviting his parents to the NCAA volleyball finals. the second they see you in his jersey in the front row they rush over and hug you, introducing themselves and saying that they've heard so much about you from their little ‘tsumu that they could recognise you from anywhere. and when atsumu strides on the court with the rest of the team and sees you giggling with his parents, he thinks that he really could just marry you right then and there

#miya atsumu #miya atsumu hcs #miya atsumu imagines #miya atsumu x reader #miya atsumu headcanons #miya atsumu scenarios #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu!! hcs #hq hcs #hq headcanons #hq!! hcs #lmk if there are any grammatical errors pls im literally so low on effort rn LOL

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merakicharm · 3 years

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SERENDIPITY

(part - 2)

"Hey King!"

Kageyama turned to scowl at the salt bottle walking beside him.

"What?"

Tsukishima looked at him seriously for a minute.

"Good luck"

Kageyama stared at him dumbly.

OK, out of all the things he was expecting the blocker to say, this, was not one of them.

Caught off guard he could only nod, as he looked straight ahead and walked in through the gates of Aoba Johsai high school. The whitewashed main building had a huge 'WELCOME' banner hung up. The entrance was decorated with white and turquoise crepe roses and streamers, posters announcing the event, and a few faculty members greeting the students from different schools as they came in.

"Tsk", Tsukki muttered at the sight of so much frivolity.

Kageyama agreed. This whole thing was already a huge pain in the ass, must they make a spectacle out of it, on top of that?

As they both entered the building, followed by some of their classmates and also three of their juniors from the volleyball team, faculty bowed to them and confetti rained down. All of them bowed lower in return.

A middle-aged guy in an ash suit stepped forward and introduced himself as the principal and began giving them a welcome speech, warning about breaking rules, and general instructions about what to do, in a mix. This made several of Kageyama's classmates snigger behind their hands.

Finally, they were done, and the group moved forward to the get their registration done and grab their timetables and ID cards from the office room. Kageyama stood towards the back, wanting to prolong the insufferable thing for as long as he could. Tsukishima shook his head at the idiocy but with warnings and orders from the whole volleyball team he didn't say a word. He had got outright commands never to let Kageyama get hurt, physically or mentally, from Daichi and Suga, the ex momma and dad, a fumbling request from a still nervous as ever Asahi and a hopeful request from still cool as cucumber Kiyoko. Yachi had tried to do the same as her senpai, but ended up shaking and shivering, much to Yamaguchi and Hinata's chagrin.

How was he to blame for that? Tsukishima thought now.

But nevertheless he had nodded and agreed. But he'd only got the seriousness of his assignment, when Kageyama's class rep approached him (not fearlessly) and requested him the same.

Apparently, Hinata had, in a Samaritan act, disclosed the whole King of the Court thing. And instead of scaring off people or making them pity Kageyama, they'd only shown him kindness. Especially after knowing the reason for his insensitivity was trauma, lack of emotional support and loneliness.

The whole class had become extra protective of the youngest, just like Suga, Daichi and Hinata had at first, followed by Yamaguchi and Tsukishima. The ravenette had almost cried, the day his whole class along with his homeroom teacher told him that they'd have his back always and be there for him. Boys and girls alike, had attempted to dry his tears or wrap him in hugs to comfort him. His homeroom teacher had thanked Hinata fervently, finally understanding the reason for the quietest kid in her class being so. She had gone so far as to praise him in class. Hinata had had a swollen head for about three days, and Kenma totally hadn't helped, praising the moron every time he recounted the story.

As soon as Kageyama's classmates had got news that Seijoh was his placement, they'd decided to help Tsukishima with his task.

Coming back to the present, he noticed several of the said students waiting about for Kageyama and the few others who weren't done yet.

Just then, a tall boy came up to him.

"Tsukishima", he smiled a charming smile at the bespectacled boy.

"Yamato" He nodded back.

Yamato was a well loved boy, who was in the same class as Tsukishima. The attention and flattery of more than half the girls of his school hadn't spoiled him or gone to his head. He still remained the same humble, helpful guy. He was also from Kageyama's old school, Kitagawa. One of the few who had been nice to him even after the King had been ostracized by his teammates.

His friendship with the King was a most intriguing one, thought Tsukishima, observing the handsome boy next to him, from the corner of his eye. He could see a few girls in the Fukurodani uniform gloating at Yamato. At his silky russet hair, the longer wavy tips almost reaching till his neck. At his bright emerald green eyes. The toned body that came from playing basketball (not volleyball Tsukishima had learned via Yamaguchi that although the boy played volleyball, he only did it to help Kageyama with his sets), his friendly smile his charismatic aura.

Yamato smiled politely at the girls, who almost squealed (Tsukishima snorted) and returned his attention to his classmate.

"Where's Tobio?"

Tsukishima pointed out the reluctant setter. Yamato sighed. Then approached the boy, smiling at him and spoke to him. Kageyama nodded in response. Most people were done by now, and were moving away in small groups.

Kageyama seemed to have finished with the formalities too.

As Tsukishima watched, he saw two boys in volleyball jackets walking upto the desk on which Kageyama was bending over, signing his name. As one of them tilted his head slightly, Tsukishima's eyes widened.

Not good, he thought alarmed.

He tried to wave to Yamato to get him to pry Kageyama out of the path of the approaching boys. But neither Yamato nor Kageyama noticed. Neither him, nor the sleepy looking boy or the 'turnip head' walking next to him.

Not until it was too late.

Not until Kageyama whirled around to come face to face with the two people he most wanted to and did not want to meet with.

"Gah!" all three gasped at the same time.

Kageyama stared at Kunimi and Kindaichi.

Kindaichi and Kunimi stared back at Kageyama.

A most uncomfortable silence stretched out between them, where all three just stared at each other.

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rhetorical-ink · 4 years

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Haikyuu!! “Monster Generation” Chapter 401 Interview Translation & Observations:

** OFFICIAL SPOILERS BELOW **

So, it’s National Haikyuu!! Day! With the release of Chapter 401, there was a Haikyuu!! “interview” by the news reporter character who interviewed Hoshiumi, Enaga, on the back of the mini poster sold. Thankfully, the interview with Bokuto, Hinata, Kageyama, and Ushijima was translated by @pala_bora on twitter with the help of @rainofashe on tumblr. The link is here.

After reading -- and fangirling over -- the translation, I wanted to reveal my...

Top Ten Favorite Observations from the “Monster Generation” Interview:

10. Atsumu Miya approves of Hinata’s Kansai-Ben Imitation

Atsumu, who wasn’t invited to the interview, has Hinata ask Enaga, “Why wasn’t I called?!” in the Kansai-ben accent Atsumu Miya sports. I wish we could hear this or see this interview animated.

Again, reminding us the audience that Atsumu is truly whipped for our favorite ball of sunshine, and Furudate enjoys giving us Atsuhina crumbs to nibble.

9. Ushijima Rides Horses...and I need this in my life.

Okay, so Hinata and Kageyama recount the moment they met Ushijima and raced him back to Shiratorizawa. Hinata remembers the high school had horses and we learned that Ushijima actually rode one.

Okay, now, all you artists out there -- I have a headcanon request, please.

I need Ushijima on a horse, as Prince Charming -- with Sakusa as Cinderella, getting picked up by him after cleaning her wicked stepsisters (Atsumu and Oikawa)’s rooms.

Seriously, where is our Ushijima on horseback fan art?! I NEED THIS.

8. Kageyama’s First Impressions on Hinata...

...was that “he sucked.” But the way it’s translated, it’s much like how he phrased it to Atsumu Miya when he first met Hinata. Like, “He sucks, but he’s not weak.”

He likens Hinata to a bug, but Ushijima kinda defends him, saying that some bugs just flit around instinctively...meaning, they can’t help but be annoying.

7. Bokuto owes a debt to Tsukishima...

Bokuto states that his practicing with Tsukishima really helped him to spike against blockers -- Enaga notes that she believes Tsukki’s Sendai Frogs team is on its way up to Division 1 in the future -- Ushijima hopes that they do so he can face him on the court again. Kageyama, of course, just calls him a cynical four eyes and tries to act unimpressed.

Can we all just take a moment to appreciate the Tsukishima love Furudate has given us in this time skip arc? I need more Sendai Frogs content!

6. Date Tech gets a Shout Out

Ushijima notes how tough Date Tech is as an opponent, and even brings up how in Kageyama and Hinata’s second year, they lost at the inter high qualifiers to them. Bokuto laments that he couldn’t face Date Tech since they weren’t in their prefecture. Ushijima likens them to Kamomedai, which impresses Bokuto a lot.

5. Bokuto and Ushijima played each other in Middle School!

Bokuto recounts losing to Shiratorizawa’s middle school and Ushijima specifically. I love that Ushijima casually points out that in their first game, Bokuto missed ALL of his serves. Kageyama lightens the embarrassment by throwing Hinata under the bus, though, remembering the serve to his head from their first practice match.

Kageyama does admit Hinata’s serves have gotten better, though. ^^

4. Speaking of which, everyone RAVES about Kageyama’s serves

Bokuto calls his serves “sick,” Ushijima notes they’re “remarkable,” and Hinata just casually says they’re “alright.” Of course you’d say that, Hinata.

There are three important notes about Kageyama from this part of the interview:

* He says that Atsumu is “beating” him at serving, since he’s a tri-wielder now, and he’s working on improving his serves to take back his top server spot.

* Kageyama STILL draws INSPIRATION from Oikawa’s serves -- he’s still watching Oikawa as a reference for serving! ^^ Ugh, it makes me want to see the final Olympic battle and Oikawa’s sick serve SO BAD.

Also, Hinata calls Oikawa “The Grand King” and Bokuto learns he’s Kageyama’s senpai. Oihina rights still reign, y’all.

* Ushijima calls Oikawa the “Tactician” instead of “Grand King” and Bokuto says that both Oikawa and Kageyama are “evil” in terms of being servers.

3. Kageyama’s Autograph has HEARTS...and HE DIDN’T REALIZE.

Okay, so “Sugamomma” gave Kageyama suggestions on how to do his autograph as a pro volleyball player. What he didn’t tell Kageyama was that a detail on the autograph was a HEART.

Meaning, Kageyama’s been signing his name with a heart on it for YEARS and didn’t realize it.

Enaga, the interviewer, notes that fans really like the autograph that he has. I just love that Sugawara may have unintentionally made Kageyama more popular, with the cutest autograph.

2. The Other Signatures

Hinata doesn’t say much about his autograph, but apparently Bokuto perfected his autograph since elementary school, and of COURSE Ushijiima has beautiful handwriting with his autograph being very neat.

Bokuto offers to help Ushijima “spice up” his autograph, which he politely declines. Kageyama offers to have Sugawara help -- which Ushijima not-so-politely declines the offer.

1. Their Goals

All four of them want a Gold Medal at the Olympics...of course, Furudate doesn’t reveal to us whether that ends up happening or not...for now.

This little interview was SO SO cute! I really hope Furudate does a “setter” interview and a “Middle Blocker” interview, like it says could happen -- I’d read so many of these character interaction interviews if he just did little snippets in the future. I hope you all check out the translation!

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secretpeachtea · 3 years

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Onigiri Miya Tidbits Ch 6

Title: the eagle, the seagull, the crow, and the Brazilians

Genre: gen fic, reader insert

Word Count: 5.3k (whoops)

Summary: Onigiri Miya is now hiring and you just happen to be the right person for the job. The business has been gaining popularity since its grand opening, and many customers travel from different cities just to have a bite of Miya Osamu’s delicious recipes. You did expect some craziness from working in food services, but what you didn’t expect was to be bombarded with frequent tomfoolery from a bunch of attractive volleyball players during your shifts.

disclaimer: manga spoilers

A/N: this one’s a bit of a slow burn (more so than the usual hehe), but I promise it gets better near the 2nd half! There’s not much drama in this chapter, but I think y/n deserves a bit of a break ya feel? Enjoy, my dudes

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Tonight is a special night because it’s ‘Create Your Own Onigiri’ night! Your boss decided to hold this small event to try something new and allow his customers to have some fun in the process. There are laminated onigiri instruction sheets on each of the tables as well as a small customized menu created for this event specifically. You helped him post a couple announcements on social media about the event a week prior to inform the public, and so far, things have been going smoothly.

Osamu is mainly in the kitchen prepping any ingredients for the customers and you’ve been standing at the register as usual. You are pleasantly surprised at how much everyone was enjoying making their own onigiris, and it seems like people of all ages were having fun.

“Welcome to Onigiri Miya!” You greet automatically with a bright smile as the front entrance slides open. A group of very physically fit men walk into the shop with large sports duffel bags slung across their shoulders. Despite the slightly intimidating aura the group gave off, one of the males walked inside with a young child hugging his arm. You scan over all of them briefly and your eyes widen as you make eye contact with Ushijima whom you just met a little over a week ago when the Shiratorizawa alumni visited.

You gave the tall volleyball player a small smile. “Hey, Ushijima-san! What brings you back so soon?”

“You assured me that I should bring my team, and we all wanted to participate in the event today,” Ushijima responded back. “My teammate, Romero-san, is not from Japan, so we wanted to find a restaurant with traditional food.”

“R-right…” You didn’t expect him to actually bring his team any time soon, but you’re still amused at how seriously he took your words from before. You can assume that the only foreigner in the group is the ‘Romero-san’ that Ushijima spoke of. There are probably hundreds of other restaurants the group could’ve gone to for a more cultural experience, so you’re a little giddy that he chose to come here. “Well, it’s good to see you again! I’d be more than happy to help your team have a good time here.”

To Ushijima’s left, another tall figure stood with a resting scowl. His gaze made its way to the kitchen where Osamu was and immediately lit up in recognition. Although, there might’ve been some confusion. “Miya-san, I didn’t know you worked here. Don’t you have practice right now?”

Your boss lets out a short laugh as he looks over his shoulder to look directly at the boy who spoke to him. “Wrong twin, Kageyama-san.”

“Ah.”

Kageyama looks down and glares at the floor mildly distressed at his mistake. There’s a part of you that wants to laugh at his reaction, so you do so internally. Suddenly, you feel someone staring at you, so your eyes shift over in that direction to a male with white hair and round eyes. His stature and overall mannerisms reminded you of a certain orange haired ball of sunshine, so you couldn’t help but stare back a bit longer than you intended. There was a sudden shift in his demeanor and his eyes narrowed at you.

“Why you staring? Is it ‘cause you’ve never seen a volleyball player my height? You’re impressed by the Hoshiumi Korai, right?” The boyish male lifted up his hands as if trying to intimidate you, but in your eyes, he seemed completely harmless.

With a sweet smile, you calmly reply back to his accusations. “Sorry about that. You just remind me of a good friend of mine. He also plays volleyball, and you’re both around the same height. I haven’t seen you play before, but I’m sure you’ve worked hard to get to where you are now regardless of your height, Hoshiumi-san.”

You know you’ve startled him with your kind and composed response when he freezes in place for a couple seconds before dropping his arms back to his sides abruptly and looking away to hide a small grin.

The last two people in the group, whom you assume are father and son, seem to be in their own worlds as they converse quietly. Now seems like a good time to let everyone get settled in, so you step away from the register and gesture for them to follow you. “ My name is (Surname) (Name). You guys can follow me! There’s a table over there that can fit all five of you. Then, I can explain how things are gonna work for today.”

Once the guys all settle in, you stand at the end of the table and point at one of the instruction sheets as well as the menu. “You can pick 2-3 ingredients for your onigiri! One of the ingredients will include meat or seafood and anything else can be a vegetable, seasoning, or both. All of the prices are written down on the menu and there are written instructions on how to make your own onigiri with pictures as guides. Feel free to call me over if you need clarifications. Any questions?”

Multiple heads shake at the same time. You pull out a tiny notepad and pen from your pocket and prepare to take orders. “Great! Then, what can I get for you guys?”

Romero lifts one of his arms to get everyone’s attention and begins to speak somewhat broken Japanese, “Order whatever! I will pay!”

After that declaration, you jot down all of the ingredients that the group orders including some refreshments. “Alrighty! We’ll set up all your ingredients soon on the counter. Once everything’s ready, there’ll be trays for you to take back to your table.”

You bow your head and stroll back behind the counter to relay the order to Osamu. As you’re helping set up some ingredients that don’t require any cooking, you notice that your boss frequently steals glances at the volleyball team with starstruck eyes and curiosity pokes at your mind. “What’s got you looking excited like a kid on Christmas?”

Osamu quickly turns around to face you while holding a spatula in one hand and tongs in the other. Leaning down to keep the conversation between the two of you, he unconsciously lifts both kitchen utensils up in the air with enthusiasm and flashes a childlike grin. “That’s Nicolas Romero! He’s a really famous world class volleyball player from Brazil. My brother and I used to watch him on TV all the time when we were younger, so it’s kind of crazy to see him in person!”

There’s a slight leap in your heart as you watch Osamu’s eyes brighten in joy but choose to ignore that strange feeling for the time being. “Now that you mention it, I think I saw a couple posters and billboards with his face on them when I was in Brazil.”

“I was really surprised when ‘Tsumu told me he was coming to Japan to play for the Schweiden Adlers. I never thought he’d come to my restaurant though!” Your boss is quite awestruck at the idea that such an important figure from his childhood was about to eat food that he cooks himself and it’s enough to elicit a giggle from you.

It’s not long before all the ingredients are set up on four large trays along with a couple beverages. You face the group of males and raise a hand next to your mouth. “Order’s ready for Romero-san!”

Romero stands up from his seat and pats his son on the head to stay put before gesturing at Kageyama to follow him. “Tobio, help me bring the food?”

“Of course, Romero-san!” The setter shoots up from his spot with a zealous expression and immediately follows behind his teammate like a baby duckling. When the two arrive in front of the counter, they give you a short thanks and take their trays back to their table. Osamu subtly glimpses at his childhood idol but quickly looks back down with a flustered expression when he notices you sending him a smirk of your own.

With everyone pretty much settled in, you decide to walk around to the other tables to see if anyone needs any assistance or if they have any questions. You return back to the register after a couple of minutes ready to sit down and take a quick break, but you notice a couple drinks sitting on the counter. The volleyball team must have forgotten to take them when they took their food. Since you didn’t have much to do at the moment, you decide to take the drinks to their table yourself.

With arms full of beverages, you walk up to the Adlers. “Hello, sorry to interrupt, but you left your drinks on the counter. I just thought I’d bring them for you.”

Romero takes the drinks from you and then distributes all of them to each person after sporting a grateful smile. “Ah, thank you!”

You’re about to walk away, but the sight before is almost too ridiculous for you to look elsewhere. All of the men are in the process of creating their onigiris, but each creation looks quite...interesting.

Ushijima’s onigiri is one very large globular rice ball, which distinctively resembles a volleyball, with a few sesame seeds sprinkled at the top. Hoshiumi’s onigiri almost looks like it’s about to explode with how much meat was piled inside the rice and probably would’ve fallen apart if he didn’t have it enclosed around both of his hands. Kageyama’s onigiri is of a decent size, but he must’ve put too much pressure when shaping the rice because it just looks like mush with obvious handprints. Romero is the only person at the table who was able to make a normal onigiri, but everyone seems to be enjoying their time so you don’t think Osamu needs to come over and help.

You finally look at the young child sitting next to his father and tilt your head in confusion when you notice that he’s not participating or eating anything his father made for him. With slight concern, you turn towards Romero. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but is your son not fond of the food? I could offer some other ingredient options?”

“Oh, that’s okay. Everything is perfect!” Romero replies with a knowing look. “Rubens is just a little grumpy since he misses his mother. She met new friends at an onsen and they invited her out to go shopping today. Thank you for asking, though.”

After living in Brazil for a couple months, you were able to pick up on some Portuguese. You’re not in any way fluent yet, so when the older man briefly speaks to his son, you can only make out Romero asking Rubens if he wanted a different onigiri and that he needed to eat to be healthy. The boy’s pout deepens and just simply states that he was bored. Romero sends you an apologetic smile, and you just wave your hand to let him know that you understood.

A sudden idea pops into your head. “Romero-san, is your son allergic to anything? I have an idea to help Rubens enjoy himself more. Would you mind if I try to make your son something?”

“Go for it! My son does not have any allergies, but he does love pork!” Romero nods his head in approval.

You quickly make your way back behind the counter and peek over Osamu’s shoulder as he stands in front of the stove. “Hey boss, do you mind if I try to make something for Romero’s son?”

“Sure. I don’t think anyone needs any help or anything at the moment, so you’re free to do whatever you’d like,” Osamu replies nonchalantly and you tap his arm gratefully.

Situating yourself in front of the counter surrounded by ingredients, you momentarily think about what you want to do. You make the final decision to create two designs for the onigiris that you think Rubens might like. After washing your hands, you gather up all the ingredients you need and even snatch some extra pork from Osamu’s pan. After a couple minutes of putting together the onigiris, you place them on a plate and examine your creations.

The first onigiri resembles a simplified stegosaurus with meat substituting the spines of the dinosaur and some sesame seeds throughout the body for texture. The second onigiri is just a regular rice ball with pork and vegetables, but a couple irregularly shaped pieces of nori are scattered across the surface to resemble a dinosaur egg. Both onigiris lie on top of a small pile of bonito flakes to act as a nest.

You take the plate of food to where Rubens is sitting, a bit nervous since you aren’t sure how he’s going to react. Everyone else at the table just watches curiously as you place the onigiris in front of the young child and his eyes widen. He’s practically mesmerized by his dinosaur themed meal and even some of the other guys are impressed.

Rubens quickly turns towards his father and whispers into his ear. Romero chuckles and pats his son’s head lovingly before facing you. “My son wants to know how you did that. He absolutely loves it.”

A sigh of relief leaves your lips at your successful attempt at making the child happy. The only problem was that you were still in the middle of work, so you didn’t know if you could spend any more time here. Coincidentally, Osamu seemed to have overheard everything for the last couple minutes from his spot in the kitchen. “Hey, (Name)-san. If you wanna take a quick break and spend some time with the kid, I don’t think there would be any problem with it.”

You’re really grateful for Osamu’s leniency, but a part of you still feels bad as you turn to look at him. “Are you sure? I don’t want to skip out on my job so suddenly.”

“Don’t worry about it. The boss said it’s all good.” Osamu gives you a reassuring smile and you take it as your cue to grab an extra chair off to the side and sit beside Rubens. You’re about to grab some rice to begin teaching the boy, but a slight tug on your sleeve makes you freeze in place. As you look to your side, you see Kageyama’s hand near your shoulder and there’s an intense look in his eyes.

“K-Kageyama-san, would you like to learn too?” You ask a bit surprised. Your bewilderment is replaced with amusement when he nods at you furiously and you almost laugh out loud at his excitement.

“Oh! Me too! Me too!” Hoshiumi intervenes enthusiastically and even Ushijima seems to be interested. These guys sure were something else.

In the end, everyone in the group was watching as you demonstrated how to make different designs with the onigiri rice. Rubens finally succumbed to his hunger and began to eat his dinosaur meal, so you were left to attend to the grown up men who listened to you eagerly like school children, aside from Romero who needed to step outside to answer a call from his wife.

“Alright! Now that you have some of the basics down, why don’t you each try to make your own? Just to keep it simple, we’ll all choose a single design. Any ideas as to what you guys want to make?” There’s a brief silence as everyone tries to think of something doable. Suddenly, Ushijima lifts up his phone and an image of what you recognize to be Japan’s adorable volleyball mascot* is shown. You sweatdrop as Hoshiumi and Kageyama clap in agreement at the volleyball player’s obvious, yet adorable selection.

Other than having to give a few pointers to Hoshiumi and Ushijima, it seems like they were doing a pretty decent job at making the character. The one who was truly struggling was Kageyama. He was still putting too much pressure when molding the rice. As he continues to squeeze the rice excessively, you gently place your hands on top of his slender fingers.

“You’re putting too much force in your hands, Kageyama-san. Here, loosen your grip a bit and I can show you.” With that said, Kageyama lets go of his vice grip and allows you to guide his hands over the rice. The two of you stay like that for a couple more seconds until you successfully make a circular rice ball. As the male opens his palms upward with your hands still wrapped around his, his eyes sparkle in amazement.

Kageyama bows his head gratefully and when he looks back up at you, you’re taken aback by the amount of admiration flooding his expression. Your body stiffens when he quickly puts down the onigiri and clasps your hands between his. “Thank you, (Surname)-san!”

“N-No problem.” You feel a bit of heat creep up your cheeks with the way Kageyama was holding your hands so delicately.

The moment doesn’t last long, however, when you suddenly feel someone’s fingers graze the side of your face and a sticky feeling is left on your skin. When you look to see who the culprit is, your eyes fall on the youngest person at the table with one of the most terrified expressions you’ve ever witnessed. Almost immediately, Rubens starts apologizing in broken Japanese similar to the way his father has been speaking, “S-sorry! Sorry! Sorry!”

While you were busy working with Kageyama, Rubens had finished eating and wanted to make his own onigiri since he was still a bit hungry. He wanted to grab more rice from the bowl next to you but misjudged his movements and accidently touched your cheek with his sauce covered fingers. The child felt absolutely horrified and was afraid that you’d hate him for this.

Using a napkin, you wipe off as much as you can from your cheek and then proceed to lower yourself onto the ground to get to the child’s eye level. Mustering up your brightest smile, you try your best to reassure Rubens who looks like he’s about to cry. “Hey, hey! It’s okay, Rubens! I’m not mad.”

You spend the next couple minutes cooing at the sniffling young boy, and once you’re sure that Rubens is no longer going to cry, you sit back down on your chair. You lift up a ball of rice to gesture that you want to help him make an onigiri and he nods his head. You make a traditional triangular onigiri but place two rolled up bonito flakes for eyes and a piece of curved rice on top of the nori to make it look like a bearded face. There’s an almost immediate shift in the child’s mood when you point at the design and then to the empty chair next to him because you had made an onigiri that resembled his father.

Both of your laughs fill the air and the whole situation resembles a heartwarming scene from an anime. You were too distracted to notice the multiple pairs of eyes watching the scene in captivation. Once Rubens starts to eat again, you look up to see some lingering stares. “Is everything alright?”

Two stoic faces avoid your eyes by looking down, while Hoshiumi snaps out of his trance. The white haired male sits up a little straighter before addressing you. “Hey, you’re pretty good with kids, (Surname)-san!”

“I’ve had a couple babysitting jobs in the past. I’m not perfect with kids, but I did pick up a few things here and there,” you respond back shyly.

At this moment, Romero walks back into the shop while pocketing his phone. “Sorry to cut our time short, but I think my wife is coming back home soon. I should start heading out with Rubens. You guys can stay longer if you’d like.”

“That’s okay, Romero-san. I think we’re all ready to leave as well.” Kageyama lifted up his tray which spurred the rest of the other guys to do the same. As everyone helps out in cleaning up their area, you head back to the register to receive the payments for the meal from Romero.

The guys were now all ready to leave, but your boss quickly grabs their attention after taking a glance at a certain framed object on the shop’s wall. “Do you guys mind signing some autographs to put up in the shop?”

“Of course!” Romero exclaims. The rest of the team complies as well and they each sign a piece of paper that will most likely be displayed by tomorrow. Once that’s done, the team stands in front of the exit with their belongings. Rubens tugs at his father’s arms to get his attention and Romero bends down to listen to what the boy wants to say.

“What’s up?....Name?....Onigiri Miya…”

You can’t make out anything other than a few words, so you’re thrown completely off guard when Rubens suddenly jumps up from his spot and waves his arms wildly at you. “Bye-bye, Mrs. Miya!”

You don’t even hear any of the other males voice their goodbyes and leave the shop as blood rushes through your ears and your face flushes into deep crimson color. It seems like Osamu wasn’t spared either as his cheeks explode with heat at the implication. Both of you stand in awkward silence for a few seconds to calm your hearts until Osamu musters up the courage to glance at you first.

His expression shifts a little as he stares at your face. Osamu then points at your cheek. “Oh, (Name)-san. You still got a little something on your face.”

Momentarily forgetting about feeling flustered, you realize that you might not have gotten rid of all the sauce from when Ruben accidentally touched your cheek. “What? I thought I got it all off. Why didn’t anyone say anything?”

You attempt to wipe off the sauce remnants, but fail to do so each time because you don’t know where it is exactly. Osamu grabs a clean towel from the top shelf and slightly dampens it under the sink before standing in front of you again. “I got you.”

Osamu lifts up the towel and starts to wipe at your cheek softly. When your head starts moving too much, he brings up his other hand and places it gently on your neck to support it. There must have been a lot more sauce left than you expected because Osamu continues to hold you in place for a couple more seconds, his eyes never leaving your face. Unconsciously, your own eyes drift around his features and you can’t help but admit how handsome he looked at the moment.

“Oh, young love~”

Both you and Osamu flinch back when you hear one of the customers that are still in the room say their thoughts. When you glance at the table where the voice came from, you see an elderly couple smiling at you while holding hands with one another in a loving manner. The previous blush you had comes back in full force as you remember that the two of you were not alone and in a somewhat intimate position together.

“T-t-thanks, Osamu-san!” You stutter and almost trip over your own feet as you start walking towards the bathroom with hurried steps. “I’m j-just gonna...um...go to the bathroom really quick!”

As you rush away from Osamu, he just watches your back disappear behind the bathroom door. He stands in place quietly as he processes what had just happened and there’s a foreign feeling in his stomach that he can’t explain. He simply turns his back to the bathroom and rubs a hand to his cheek to hide the smile that threatens to creep onto his lips.

Leftovers

You’re currently laying on your couch comfortably surrounded by pillows and blankets while watching a movie on your laptop. Today was your day off from work, so you planned to stay in for the whole day and catch up on some alone time. As much as you want to focus on your movie, your mind starts to wander off.

About two days have passed since you met the Schweiden Adlers volleyball team at Onigiri Miya, but they were still on your mind. Based on the tidbits of information you’ve gathered from Osamu, Adlers and MSBY were rival teams. It almost makes you want to laugh at how different the two teams were in terms of their dynamics and personalities, so you hope to see them play against each other one day.

Suddenly, the ringing of your doorbell interrupts your thoughts and you pause your movie. You stand up and walk towards your door in confusion. You weren’t expecting anyone to visit, so you’re a bit weary as you look through the peephole.

As if the universe knew what you were thinking about before, you’re surprised to see Sakusa standing outside your door with his usual face mask. Swiftly unlocking the door, you pull it open and greet your curly haired acquaintance.

“Hey, Sakusa-san! What’s-” You stop speaking abruptly when you notice two large bags in the volleyball players arms and they look fairly heavy too. “Oh, wow. Are those...for me?”

Sakusa just nods his head and you quickly open your door wider to let him inside to place the bags down. You’re extremely curious as to what the contents were since both bags were covered by tissue paper, even more so because Sakusa was the one to bring them to you. He places both bags onto your coffee table and you’re about to ask what they were for, but he beats you to it.

“Congrats,” Sakusa states with his usual impassive expression but there’s a hint of softness to his tone.

At this time, you’re completely perplexed. “Congrats for what?”

“For graduating.” Sakusa’s reply causes your eyebrows to shoot up. “This is from the team.”

“Oh...” You’re left speechless for a moment as you try to understand the situation and once everything finally clicks, a warm feeling encompasses your heart. “Um...thank you.”

You gaze at the gifts bags for a bit longer with various emotions swirling through your eyes before talking again. “...did the team send you because we live in the same apartment building?”

“Yeah.” Sakusa let out a sigh which made you laugh a bit, but it didn’t sound like he was necessarily bothered by the task.

The male briefly checks his phone and gestures that he needs to leave soon. As Sakusa starts to make his way back to the front door, you follow with light steps to see him out. “Let everyone know that I really appreciate this when you see them again for practice!”

He nods in acknowledgement and the two of you exchange goodbyes before you finally lock the door as he walks away. Without a moment to lose, you rush over to the large bags sitting on your coffee table with anticipation. Just from the first glance, you can tell that there are multiple things piled up, so you’ll just have to take things out one by one.

After removing the tissue paper from the bag on the left first, you pull out something large and fluffy. In your hands is a huge teddy bear that’s wearing an MSBY jersey while holding a small note card that says “Congratulations on Graduation!”. You immediately know who it’s from because the bear’s multicolored fur resembles the colors of Bokuto’s hair. You give the bear a tight hug before placing it next to you on the couch.

The next thing you take out is a miniature set of hand lotions with a small bottle of pepper spray taped onto it. There’s a small note on the bottle that says “It’s dangerous walking home alone at night”. There’s no indication of who the gift giver is, but you know that Sakusa would be the only one to pick out these specific gifts. As you move the package to the side, another small piece of paper falls to the ground. It must have been stuck to the bottom of the hand lotion set. When you pick it up, there’s another note that says “Thanks for the soup”. Your smile widens. It seems like you had guessed correctly.

The last gift from the first bag is a beautiful mug with a sunrise design printed onto it. There’s a Brazilian flag sticking out of the mug, which makes it even more obvious that the gift was from your dear friend Hinata. When you push aside the flag, there’s a limited edition Bouncing Ball keychain inside the mug as well with a cute handwritten card that says “Congratulations, (Name)-san! We should hang out one day to play some beach volleyball like we did in Brazil!”. Your cheeks were starting to ache at how much you were smiling as you reread the note several more times.

You reach out to the remaining bag and pull away the tissue paper. Your nose is immediately assaulted by a pleasing floral fragrance and when you look inside, a large bouquet of flowers comes into your vision. Once the flowers are in your arms, you notice the note sticking out between the petals. Placing the flowers on your lap, you open the small folded piece of paper which says “Hey there, sweetheart. You should’ve let me know you were having such a big moment in your life! I would’ve done so much more, but for now, enjoy these flowers. The irises mean accomplishment and admiration. The peonies mean good luck. The daffodils mean new beginnings. Congrats on your win against school!” You’re quite touched by the amount of thought that went into this gift and based on the nickname, you can safely assume that this is Atsumu’s gift. You didn’t take him as a flower type of guy, but he’s always full of surprises. Nonetheless, you mentally note that you need to buy a nice vase to place these wonderful beauties in.

You thought that would be the last gift since you’ve already opened everything from the four MSBY players, but when you glance into the bag one more time, there are still two remaining boxes. They have the same wrapping, so you assume that they are from the same person. Taking both of them out carefully, you notice that the larger of the two boxes has a note that reads “I know you said you don’t normally eat sweets, so I tried my best not to add too much sugar”. Wondering what the card meant about sweets, you slowly open the lid and see two small cakes positioned next to each other with icing that spells out ‘Tiramisu’ and ‘Dark Chocolate’ on the respective cakes. Your mouth waters at the sight of the homemade desserts, but you restrain yourself because you were even more curious as to what might be in the other mystery box.

When you finally open the last remaining gift, there’s another note inside that says “It’s never too late to celebrate. Congrats, (Name)-san”. When you look underneath the note, your jaw drops as you let out a gasp. Inside was a gorgeous silver charm bracelet that was minimalistic enough for you to wear wherever you went. If the note wasn’t a big giveaway, the tiny onigiri charm attached to the bracelet convinced you that Osamu was the one who had given you these gifts.

The next couple of hours are spent finishing your movie with all of your gifts surrounding you. The inside of your room now smells like a mix of flowers and peachy lotion. The MSBY teddy bear is secured between your arms as you drink warm tea from your new mug while taking a bite out of each cake.

You’re not sure whether or not you want to jump up in happiness or simply cry from the overwhelming emotions, but either way, you’re glad to have met such amazing people the past couple months.

You couldn’t wait to get back to work.

Japan’s volleyball mascot: y’all know that volleyball mascot right? The one Ushijima loves to draw and the one that Hinata has shirt of

A/N: oof you made it! Can we all just give a moment of silence for Rubens for being the best boi? also another moment for the nice old lady at the end ;)

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Made a couple poster things. I'M AWARE THAT IT ISN'T A HONEY BADGER BUT DO YOU KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO FIND NOT CUTESY BUT NOT FUNNY HONEY BADGER ART? ALSO THAT'S NOT A PYTHON, BUT I COULDN'T FIND ANY PYTHON ART

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Trans Fleur? TRANS FLEUR? this is a question

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So James, Sirius, and Kasey all share an apartment. May I suggest: Kasey running into Re's room to hide from James after pulling a prank only to find a certain setter in bed with his captain?

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If a trans woman wants to look more masculine, that's her choice. She is still a valid trans woman

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About

Hello! I’m Killian, but I’ll probably respond to anything. I use all pronouns

This little project of mine started in August with my thought of, “Remus with pretty setter hands.” Sweater Weather by @lumosinlove was a heavy influence. It has since become much more fleshed out over on @onlydreamofmysoul with the help of Cliona and other anons.

So what is this project that I speak of? It is a College Volleyball AU of Haz’s Sweater Weather Universe! I’m not sure if it will be a fully written story or a collection of drabbles and one-shots, but it will eventually be written in some way.

If you have any questions, feel free to drop me an ask or message!

Nota Bene: I made the icon so don’t use it without my permission

written 2/2/2021

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So here goes nothing....😅😅😅 I have thought of a scenario where a student is studying marketing and has offered herself to promote karasuno's volleyball team. And as she is working with them she makes friendships and developed crushes and love and all that good stuff. With a lot of fluff please.♥️😋♥️ If u can't that's just fine still will love everything you put out your so talented and I love you♥️♥️♥️♥️

Okay so first IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG PLEASE DONT HATE ME 😫😫

I had some difficulties writing it because I didn’t know if you wanted reader to come from Uni or simply Karasuno. You also talked about developing crushes and Im a fool for Daichi so yeah it turned out as a Daichi x reader lol But feel free to ask for another one if you don’t like it!! Thanks for your request, you’re so kind and honestly I think there are people here on Tumblr more talented than me but omg thank you I love you please let me know what you think!! 💘💘💘

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Sweet lovin’.

Sawamura Daichi x reader.

synopsis: just Daichi helping you open a letter from your University.

word count: 1.6 K

tags: fluff

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"C’mon Y/N, open it!" the boy on your right encourages you.

You're a little anxious, your hands are shaking slightly while you carefully unlock your phone. You can't calm down: you know how important is that email, you've been waiting for two weeks now. You open the inbox, but immediately lock the screen, not feeling brave enough.

You knew that getting into the university you were aiming to wouldn't be that easy, so you immediately took as many courses you could to prepare for the various entrance tests you’d have to do. Even so, when you found out you had to bring a completely new and original project, (the promotion of a product completed with data and graphs concerning sales), you were quite surprised not expecting it and soon you started panicking as you saw the million challenges you’d have to face, not to mention all the pressure you felt: after all it was the task you would have to submit if you wanted to be admitted to the marketing courses in what could be your future University (if you made it).

You are resolute and organised, you’ve been making plans for your future since you were really young, thinking about what your job would be when you grow up. You've always liked to read and recommend books to your friends or parents, so you decided to work for a publisher and evaluate which manuscripts to publish and which to discard. But it is clear that to do such a job you also need to know how to sell a product: it is therefore essential for you a degree in Marketing and Communication. You had calculated everything, down to the smallest detail, and yet in front of that email just over two months ago you had trembled, finding yourself deadly worried. On the other hand you had never done anything like this, starting from scratch, without anyone’s help and that’s what was most likely to have determined your admission.

For days you were scrambled to come up with an idea that could represent you 100%, and then you found yourself one day in the school gym in front of the entire men's volleyball team, on the orange flyer in your hands it was written in capital letters "LOOKING FOR HELP FOR OUR MANAGERS."

"Help us grow! If you are interested, come look for us: Sawamura Daichi (3rd year, section 4); Shimizu Kiyoko (3rd year, section 2)."

You immediately saw the opportunity behind that simple piece of paper. You had found your "product" to advertise, it was the opportunity you were looking for and you could not let it got; that's why you let instinct take over you and you headed straight to the gym; you hadn't given it too much thought, knowing too well that if only you'd stopped for one more moment to reflect, you'd only come out with more doubts.

You were presented to your "project" and they had welcomed you with open arms, especially Nishinoya and Tanaka, happy to have more people in their big family and that could lighten the load of work for Kiyoko and Hitoka. Although at first you had no intention of becoming a manager of Karasuno, day by day you had bonded more and more with those guys, finding yourself one day crying in front of everyone because of how boded you were when Hinata gave you with a beaming smile the team uniform. You had learned to appreciate each one of them, everyone with their own special personality, trying to help them as best you could during their training: several times you happened to assist Kageyama and Hinata till late and help them improving their spikes, or healing the wounds and bruises that Noya got, not to mention all the afternoons spent trying to comfort Asahi, in an attempt to raise his self-esteem a little. Then along with Hitoka and Kiyoko you draw posters and opened a fund for the team, you created a page on Facebook by posting constant updates, just as you had created a Twitter profile where only the three of you, Daichi, Suga and Professor Takeda had the access (coach Ukai refused to take part in something that complicated). You saw how slowly your crows got up again attracting more and more attention, just as you had seen your project take shape and come true.

After about a month of joining the team, you had taken the train to Tokyo along with the three third year and Kiyoko, who had decided to come with you to bring all the necessary documents for the application and the eventual registration. Careless as you are, you would surely have got lost, that's why Suga asked you if he could join you and after hearing him, the others had also offered to keep you company along the way.

Finally, another email had arrived on your phone: for three days you did not even look at your inbox, too scared to find out that you had been refused. Not to mention that of all the possible days Suga, being aware of your crush on the captain, had decided that today was the best day to give his contribution and leave you alone with Daichi to tidy the gym putting the last things in place, hoping that you will muster up courage to take the first step and confess. It’s obvious saying that his hopes are unfortunately misplaced.

Daichi, being the kind person he is, seeing you more nervous than usual asks you if you had heard from the University and suddenly you turn pale, telling him all your concerns.

"Good heavens Daichi, I can't do it, please look instead!" you beg the boy by your side. You have the feeling that, if it’s him the one who's telling you you've failed, it's going to hurt less than reading it with your own eyes. The captain picks up your phone with one hand and yours with other, making you blush instantly.

You don't know how or when you started having feelings for him, you only know that at some point you started paying a lot more attention to what he told you and noticing all the details of his face: how he purse his lips when he scores a point, how he snaps his tongue with frustration when during training he fails to serve or receiving Asahi’s services. Of course, you immediately tried to hide it all, choosing to focus on the first years and prevent Tsukishima and Kageyama from biting each other’s face off.

"You have to tell me the passcode, Y/N." he replies with a chuckle, trying to calm you down by caressing your hand in circular movements, causing the opposite effect.

You feel your heart beating wildly, you're not used to having so much skinship between you two, neither being so close with him. Of course, it had happened other times that accidentally in removing the net he touched your hand, but you always tried to pretend as if nothing happened, obviously failing: Tsukishima and Sugawara immediately understood that you had feelings for him, as well as Kiyoko, who immediately encouraged you along with the setter.

You give him the password and watch him carefully swipe his fingers across the screen, opening the inbox and reading the email carefully. After what seems like centuries, he rolls his eyes towards you and with a smile he turns your phone towards you. You rip it out of his hands and read until you find the magic word: ACCEPTED.

"You made it Y/N, you got accepted." He congratulates you and, in a moment of pure euphoria, you throw your arms around his neck, clutching him as tightly as you can as he bursts out laughing and hugs you back.

You feel so comfortable in his muscular arms, you feel warm, feeling almost as if you were home. You would never want to move away, but after a few seconds you two separate, you redder than ever, while he looks at you, smiling, holding once again your hand with his and you look down on the ground regretting being so careless.

"Sorry, I didn't want to jump on-" You interrupt as soon as Daichi raises your chin and brings your face close to his, looking into your eyes, his lips brushing yours, softly, delicately, kindly, almost as if he's afraid of breaking you.

When you separate you look at him surprised, with your mouth agape, unable to say anything, because DAICHI JUST KISSED YOU. You are speechless, trying to understand that what just happened is not a mere dream. The boy meanwhile waits for your reaction, but seeing that you are still silent he lets out a laugh, rather embarrassed by all that courage he showed you just now.

"I'm sorry Y/N, I don't know what’s gotten into me. I'm sorry I should have told you first, but you know I like you so much that seeing you-" he tries to explain you, but you interrupt him right away.

"You what?!" you ask him, your eyes wide open, as he looks at you even more nervous than before, he just wants to sink and disappear sucked into the ground.

“Yes, I've liked you for a while, I thought I'd tell you one of these days. I thought it was pretty obvious..." He tells you, scratching the back of his neck with one hand. You suddenly take the other hand.

“I like you too!" you say with a smile. You remind him so much of a little girl who just got the gift she wanted for her birthday. He can't help bursting out laughing again seeing your happy eyes, wrapping you again with those arms you love so much.

“That’s good, you know? I was dying of shame." He whispers sweetly in your ear, while you smile, letting yourself sink in the warmth of his embrace, chuckling back.

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Akaashi x fem!reader

2.4k fluff oneshot for Akaashi’s birthday! ヽ(・∀・)ﾉ

relationships: Akaashi x fem!reader

characters: Akaashi, reader, Bokuto, mentions of Fukurodani team, brief mention of Tsukishima

warnings: none

~ my ao3 profile ~

Pov: You are a second-year studying in the school's library and you're looking for the last copy of a book that another boy, who was in your class, was also looking for...

"...over there dear." "Thank you." You bowed you head to the librarian in respect, letting your long (h/c) hair fall in your face and glasses. You walked over to the bookcase where the last copy of the book you needed for a research project. You saw a boy following you, but paid no attention to it, assuming he needed something from the same aisle. As you reached for the book you needed, he also reached over to grab the book. You both stopped in your tracks in confusion. "Did you need this?" He asked you in a soft voice. "Oh no, it's okay, you can have it." He stared at you for a few seconds. "Wait, (l/n) (f/n)? Second year right?" "Yes.." You answered slowly, unsure of how he knew your name. "I'm Akaashi Keiji. I'm in the same class as you." Something finally clicked in your mind. He was the Akaashi Keiji, setter for the school's team the Fukurodani Owls. "Oh- you're that setter right? Sorry I don't know much about volleyball." You chuckled. You were the one of the most forgotten students in your class due to the teacher constantly skipping over your name for attendance. You always sat in the back corner in the classroom where everyone could easily overlook you, so you were even more confused as to how he knew your name. "It's okay. And you got my position right, I am in fact the setter!" He quietly clapped, making you blush out of embarrassment. "Well, since we're both working on that research project.. maybe we could share the book?" You offered. "Sure. I don't mind." He gave you a small smile. "We could work at my table if you'd like." "Sure." He followed you back to your table with his backpack and sat with you. You both started up some small talk, learning more about one another. From how he knew you and noticed you in class, to a few things about volleyball. Both of you realized you had a lot in common. About how you both were only children and you both even had the same habit of fiddling with your fingers when you were anxious. After a couple hours of working, the librarian warned both of you that the library would close in 5 minutes. You both wrote down important parts from the book so you could return it and started packing up your things. "Hey, we should do this again sometime." Akaashi said to you. "Yeah." "Oh- nevermind... that would be a pretty dumb thing to ask.." You mumbled out loud. "What is? I doubt it would be stupid." He asked curiously. "I was wondering if you would like my number..." You mumbled. He pulled out his phone. "Well, what is your number?" You noticed your face heating up out of embarrassment, knowing he noticed too. "I- uh-" You stammered trying to get your words out. "It's okay, take your time." You finally gave you number to him, along with him giving his to you. You both parted ways, heading back to your own houses.

You were the one to text him first. You were a pretty reserved, quiet, and introverted person, but you had your occasional boosts of confidence. After figuring out what you wanted to asked him, you came up with what you wanted to say. You asked if he wanted to facetime each other sometime and he said yes. 5 minutes later your phone lit up with Akaashi's name.

You both compared what you wrote down from the book and gave each other pointers and tips. Eventually his mom was calling him to eat dinner and he had to go. You finished up writing down more notes as you put away your things and laid down on your bed. Even though you two never talked about it, you both became quick friends, and for you he was your first friend since starting high school. You got lost in your thoughts as you drifted to sleep.

At school he talked to you a lot more, wanting to know even more about you. You partnered up with him in his AP classes, you sat with him alongside Bokuto, who was confused as to why Akaashi invited you to sit with him, knowing he wasn't a sociable person. He overlooked that and gladly welcomed you to their table. You started coming to his volleyball practice, and was shocked to see you there, writing something down on a notepad. Then you two would facetime each other usually every other day, sometimes for the project, sometimes just to talk. Eventually one day at school, you couldn't find him anywhere. You asked Bokuto, but he had no idea either. He ended up texting you saying he didn't feel well and was taking the day off. You felt bad for him, with him telling you his parents were out of town for a month, he would be at his house all by himself. You remembered him saying something about his address one before on a call before. You made a plan to see him after school.

"Come in, the door's unlocked." A hoarse voice called out. You opened the door and found Akaashi lying down on the couch with a box of tissues beside him. "Oh- what are you doing here (y/n)? What if you get sick because of me?" You silenced him by putting a finger up to his lips. "Shhhh. I'll be fine, just rest for now." "Is there anything you wanted? Something to eat or drink? Extra covers?" "No, I'm good..." He said as he drifted to sleep. You sat down beside him, quietly humming a song that had been stuck in your head for a while. "You have a really pretty voice.." Akaashi mumbled. You blushed profusely in response to his compliment. As the sun set you told him you were heading back to your house. You told him to call you if he needed anything, no matter what time it was. He nodded his head as you walked out the door. As you walked back to your house, the only thing on your mind was how pretty Akaashi looked. "Damn he's hot." All you could think about is how he looked even more peaceful asleep. How his beautiful black curls framed his face perfectly. How his chest rose and fell slowly. You could go on and on about it all night. All your thoughts remained unspoken, especially about how big your crush on him grew bigger.

The research project that you and Akaashi helped each other on was due, and both of you got the highest grade in the class. You both smiled each other and talked non-stop at lunch. You offered him to come over to your house, and he accepted. You guided him through your house and letting him into your room, filled with multiple posters from famous bands and a Playstation in the corner of your room. "Wow." He said in awe. He pointed out some of his favorite bands from your posters. You put on some music as you handed him a controller to play something on your PS3. You loaded (any 2P game but i'm using Sonic The Hedgehog 2 bc that's my fav game) up and started playing. "Um (y/n), I.. I don't know how to play this game." "Don't worry, I can teach you!" You can the Tails to my Sonic!" You laughed at each other when you fell off the moving platforms in Chemical Plant Zone, or when you fell into the hole that led into Hidden Palace Zone. You both congratulated each other when you each passed an act together, or when you both defeated Robotnik and set the animals free. He almost jumped a little when you put your head on his shoulder. "I wish time could freeze right here in this moment." You mumbled softly. "Hm?" Your eyes widen as you realized what you said. "Uh- nothing! I didn't say anything!" He chuckled. "Whatever you say." You both fell asleep leaning against each other.

"Ooo, does Akaashi have a crush?!" "Bokuto, not so loud! And no, I don't. I just want to be friends with her, well for now at least." "Oh, okay then!" He didn't bother telling Bokuto about last night, knowing he would get the wrong idea. He didn't have a crush on you, at least that's what he wanted him to think. If he told Bokuto now, he would accidently let it slip and tell you. Besides, he didn't think you would like him back anyways. It was like unintentionally friendzoning each other. But he didn't think he had a crush on you, he never really thought about it. He saw you as a person he could easily relate to and get along with and share a close bond. The last thing that would cross his mind is being in a relationship with someone. But after some deep thinking, he realized he might've actually caught feelings for you, but not wanting to act on them just in case you didn't feel the same way, remembering what you said last night about him being the Tails to your Sonic, assuming you just wanted to stay friends and nothing more. Sighing in defeat, he looked through his phone and even though he wouldn't be the best person to ask for advice, it was better than risking word getting out. He called Tsukishima, knowing he was together with Yamaguchi. "Hello?" "Hey um, it's Akaashi." "What did you want, and why are you calling me out of all people?" "Listen, I need some advice." Tsukki paused. "With what?" "Um- I don't know you to say this but-" "Just spit it out already, I don't have all day." "Um- how do you know if someone likes you, and how do you confess to someone?" "I don't know, I'm not Google, just look it up or something. I have to go now. Bye." He hung up on him while he sat in confusion. He opened his laptop and began to find the answers to his questions. After searching through the internet, he finally gathered enough info to put something together. Now he just needed the courage to actually ask you.

Two months went by, and he still hasn't confessed yet. You two would still facetime each other, except it was almost every night now. You would go over to each other's houses and even walk home together. It was when one breezy day when you two were walking home together when everything changed. You had everything set up for what you were going to do. You had your note in hand, and you checked to see the wind was blowing at a wind speed not too gusty, but not too light either. You had your note in hand and everything was set. "Ah, my note!" You exclaimed as your note flew away from your hands. Using his quick setter reflexes. He successfully caught it with the right side facing up. "Perfect" You thought to yourself. As he was about to give it back to you, he noticed his name on the front of the note. "Oh? Why is my name on hee?" "It's for you actually." You chuckled. He opened the note and his eyes widened. Inside was a handwritten confession in your handwriting to him. He blushed as he wrote the last sentence. "Wow (y/n) I- I didn't know you felt the same way." Now it was your turn to blush. "What? I didn't think you would like a girl like me back.." "I've liked you for a while (Y/n) It's been what, two almost three months now? I wanted to tell you sooner but I was just a stupid coward and I was just too scared to-" You silenced his rambling with a kiss on his cheek. "It's okay, I understand where you're coming from. But now, you can be the Sonic to my Amy." You both walk home together flushed.

It was when Bokuto noticed you holding Akaashi's hand for a brief second. He asked you two about it. Neither of you knowing what to say, you both were a stuttering mess. He finally put two and two together and realized you two were in fact dating. In response you both nodded your heads. He jumped out of excitement, with Akaashi asking him to keep your relationship private. He asked if he could tell the team. Knowing Bokuto would have a hard time keeping a secret like this He allowed it with your consent. Just between you three and the team. The team was super supportive of your relationship, vowing to keep it a secret. You took more notes on the sidelines and even stood next to Yukie, the third year manager of the team and talked to her, asking some questions. After practice, he asked you what your notes were for, but you never answered him, you always told him it was a secret.

~ timeskip one year later ~

You both were in your third year together, still in your relationship with him. It was a lot quieter without Bokuto around, but after hanging around Bokuto a lot, you finally came out of your shell and let your louder and more mischievous side come out more. You cheered on the team from the sidelines, waiting to tell him about some good news. He was overjoyed when you told him on the walk home that you would become the team's manager. He was so excited he kissed your lips out of excitement. When he realized what he did. He bowed his head and apologized. "I'M SO SORRY- I SHOULD'VE ASKED FIRST-" You lifted his chin up and you kissed him on the lips this time. "No, don't apologize. I really liked it actually." His face was painted with shades of red as you kissed him. Your soft lips meeting his just as soft and perfect lips. You teased each other as you both walked into your bedroom, with him taking your glasses as you ruffled and played with his soft hair. Everything about him was perfect, not a single flaw. You stood in front of your PS3, unsure of what game you both wanted to play. "Sonic?" You asked. He nodded his head in response. You walked back over to your bed, planting a quick kiss on his forehead. You both shared another kiss as the loading screen popped up. You laid your head on his shoulder and he wrapped his arm around you as you both played.

#akaashi keiji #akaashi x y/n #keiji akaashi #first post #birthday #happy birthday

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