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attemptinghaikyuu · 10 months

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Joking About Dating A Friend But They Take You Seriously

A/n: This is for the woman lovers this glorious June hehe, I know there’s not always a lot of this type of writing for anyone who likes girls so I hope I did right by the lovers of these haikyuu lovelies <3

G/n reader

Haikyuu girls (most of them~)

Yachi Hitoka

Her poor little heart drops

She looks like a kicked puppy, giving the biggest sad eyes as she watches you with another girl who she knows you’re good friends with

Thought you were good friends with

Now she knows that was wrong and it was stupid of her to assume

Yachi immediately wishes she had the power to go back in time to before she even knew you so she could tell herself “NO! Don’t fall for this one!!!”

Tears in her eyes, she thinks it probably would’ve happened anyway

It’s hard, but she forces herself to face the other way and once she succeeds in turning, she tries to start walking away

She’s so upset she can’t get her feet to move :(

Yachi had always been guilty of crushing too hard on people, however this seemed a little excessive right now

She doesn’t even realize when you come up behind her and she certainly misses the tender, worried look you give as you notice her tears

The sound of your voice startles her out of her frozen state

“Yachi? Yachi, what’s wrong?”

Let it be known Yachi Hitoka is not a brave soul; she runs from fights and hides when things overwhelm her

That being said, she had her brave moments

And apparently this was one of them

She says your name and takes a shuddering breath-

And ends up shouting, “I like you!”

She’s so embarrassed by her outburst that she starts completely sobbing

….maybe the tears are also from the fact that she knows you don’t like her back

Except you’re cupping her face and starting to laugh at the shocked, snotty face looking back

“Yachi,” you say slowly, letting yourself enjoy the way Yachi’s eyes watch you

“I like you too. And if you weren’t covered in so much snot, I’d kiss you.”

Completely shell shocked, starts stuttering right away in disbelief. “W-w-what do you mean? I j-just heard you say you were d-d-dat-ting your friend?”

“What? When did I-

You stop and think back to not even two minutes ago when you had indeed been messing around with a friend. “oh.”

You move your hands down till Yachi’s and yours are interlocked and apologize

“I’m so sorry for upsetting you Yachi, I was joking around with her and I really didn’t mean it.. can you forgive me for hurting you?”

Yachi sniffles and says to your surprise, “how do you know I’m crying because of that?”

You can’t help the laughter you both burst out into

And then Yachi has one more brave moment as she kisses your cheek

Alisa Haiba

Alisa is used to acting

She’s in the modeling industry after all and she’s had more then her fair share of days where all she wanted to do was yell and make a mess of things but she didn’t, instead smiling and greeting people politely

Hearing you say you were dating the handsome model she had worked with on several occasions before, brought out an ugly anger she found she didn’t want to hold back and wasn’t sure she could act away

Alisa had been aware of your closeness to the model, she had been the one to introduce you two

She hadn’t realized that the relationship you shared with him, could morph into something romantic

Finding out now, after you had already apparently been going out, made her blood boil

It wasn’t fair in the slightest! She hadn’t gotten to confess, she hadn’t thought she needed to until she had figured out the way to tell you her feelings

You were perfect for each other, at least in her opinion! And you’d practically been dating!! How could this have happened?

She didn’t know, you hadn’t even hinted at liking the man and that made her even more pissed off at you and him

She probably could’ve avoided the situation she was about to put you all in, if she had payed attention to the way the man had rolled his eyes and said after a few seconds that he wouldn’t date you

But Alisa wasn’t paying attention to what you were saying anymore, having turned her focus to what she would tell you dating a model was like and how it was a horrible idea if it wasn’t her

So she did what she figured was a very friendly, friend-ish thing to do, (and she was a friend right?) and told you all about the horrors of dating a model

Both you and the man you’d been joking with have your jaws dropped to the floor as you listen to Alisa shit talk the man next to you and inadvertently, herself as well…

You consider interjecting, though you don’t think you could even if you wanted to as you listen to Alisa heatedly tell you about plastic surgery and weight problems in the industry

“And anyway, now that you know that dirty habit most models participate in,” at this she pauses and glares at the man beside you. “I’m sure you’d love to know what models do to force romance on relationships that aren’t romantic? Yeah? I think you would, so listen up closely, this one will be hitting home I believe,”

At that, someone finally intervenes

It’s the handsome model you’re “dating” excusing himself to the bathroom

…

You supposed that was fair

And you supposed you knew what this was about now that Alisa had brought up romance

“Alisa, babe.. are you upset about my joke with Jay? Because I didn’t mean it, obviously I didn’t when we’re dating.”

“Yes I’m mad about Jay and your relationship I-

She stops and stares at you, as what you said sinks in

“Sweetheart,” she starts, unsure and a little excited at the same time. “What do you mean we’re dating?”

Now you’re staring

“Uhm? Aren’t we?” You ask a little stupidly

In your defense Alisa had quite literally just called you sweetheart and you could recall five separate times she’d said she loved you?? And you’d said it back??? Sooo

Alisa can’t believe her luck, she’s so happy she doesn’t care she just told you a multitude of terrible things models do and that she was mad enough to do it in the first place

All that matters as she smiles, and wraps you in her arms is how you care about her the way she does you and she tells you now for the sixth time, that she loves you <3

Kageyama Miwa

Conflicting upon conflicting emotions as she hears you say with a cheeky smile you’re excited for your date later

On the one hand, she likes the happy expression on your face, on the other you’re talking to someone she’s never met

From an outsiders perspective it looks like she ate something sour and that’s why she’s making such a scrunched face

In the end, her reaction smooths out into a slightly disgruntled look as she decides to walk away and pretend she heard nothing

A good portion of her figures if she ignores this, it won’t be real

This doesn’t end up working too well when she starts to religiously avoid you along with the news of you dating someone else

She doesn’t even know why it’s bothering her so much

Miwa supposes her slight crush could have something to do with it…

But she’d never once stopped to consider dating you, so she didn’t know why someone else dating you would bother her so much

I mean.. you still had the same relationship, right?

Not with her avoiding you and looking sour every time she caught a glimpse of you. It was hard to acknowledge she didn’t have your friendship anymore

And now she couldn’t stop thinking about how much she missed spending her time with you, and she hates the way she’s been handling her feelings >:(

UhhhgggghhhHHH! She just wants to be around you again, regardless of your feelings toward her

It’s time, she realizes, time to confess you’re her best friend

She’s really freaking nervous going up to you the next time she sees you

There was a brief consideration to text you and say what she wanted the easy way, but then it wasn’t easy at all trying to come up with something to tell you and she figured it would go better if she said in person anyway

You’re shocked, seeing Miwa want to talk, after days of her looking miserable and running away when she so much as saw you

Truth be told, you’re mad at the woman for ignoring you

You still let her talk though, since you miss her voice

“Hi,” she starts.

You wait

She opens her mouth to continue

And shuts it again

You’re left staring at each other like 👁👁

You decide you’re mad again, “Miwa, what do you want from me?” When she doesn’t respond you continue. “I seriously can’t believe you’re ignoring me again! Can’t you just tell me what’s wrong?”

You stomp your foot in frustration and Miwa thinks it’s pretty cute, and now she’s embarrassed for thinking that when you’re dating someone else

She finally speaks, “I want us to still be friends..”

“What?” You seriously don’t understand

She continues with a frown. “I want us to be friends even though you’re dating someone else.”

“Miwa I’m what?” You ask incredulously

“You’re dating someone.” She says it as if it’s a fact

“I’m not.” You respond as if it’s a fact, and it is

“…what?”

“That’s what I should be saying!” You’re confused, and you just wanna know whats wrong with Miwa

“Do you want to date someone?”

You startle at this and turn to find eyes staring intensely at you

“I-I guess it depends on the person,” you say, feeling shy at your friend’s sudden curiosity

“Would you want to date me?”

You sputter, understanding lighting you on fire

“You can say no as long as we’re still friends,” she adds, almost as an afterthought

You finally regain enough composure to say yes

Miwa’s so glad she gets to be the one to date you, she doesn’t hesitate to kiss you right away <3

Kanoka Amanai

Hears you say in your joking around voice that you’re going to kiss your girlfriend, and sees that it’s directed at a friend who she thought was dating someone else

She’s automatically unsure how she should take this information

You seemed like you were kidding, and yet the word “girlfriend” echoes in her head

And with her anxious thoughts taking over, she’s inclined to believe you are being serious, as silly as that may seem if she explained the situation out loud

Kanoka didn’t know whether you were actually dating or into that girl, she really had no idea what your feelings were at all

What she did know was that she had bad luck when it came to romance

No matter who she liked it never ended the way she hoped it would-

With them dating

Some had become lifelong friends and others had distanced themselves afterwards, one can’t help excepting the fate of no romance after so many rejections though

So Kanoka, heart hurting, resigns herself to the revelation

There’s always next time

Except..

She doesn’t want there to be a next time

She knew it was wrong to like people so much when it had never once ended well, yet she just couldn’t tell her heart to listen to logic when her feelings for you were in question >:/

So she makes a decision on the spot

Kanoka doesn’t want to walk away from you and her feelings

She knows there will always be hurt in feelings that don’t match

But she’s going to face that hurt head on and tell you what she wants

Even when she’s sure she knows what your answer will be

She turns around and marches up to you, ignoring the flare of jealousy at the proximity your “girlfriend” and you share

“I need to talk to you,” she starts and only waiting a moment for your nod, grabs your arm and guides you away from the group of friends you had been surrounded by

“What did you want to talk about?” You ask

Kanoka doesn’t hesitate

“I want to go out with you,” she says. “I want to go on dates and kiss you and tell you I love you! I want you to look at me and I want to look back, and I need you to tell me if you’re dating that girl.”

She’s pointing back at the group, at your friend who you’d been joking with a few minutes ago

You barely register it through your shock, you were not expecting a confession

Least of all such a big, sweet one

You want to tell your friend that yes! You want to date her but you’re stuck frozen so long, her face starts to twist and you can see the confidence in Kanoka fade

She looks terrified by the time you open your mouth, having worked out what to say

“Kanoka, I would never date Luce, and I’m not sure if you noticed but,” you smile, closing the distance between you two. “I’m already looking at you.”

You both are, and you only stop when your eyes close and lips meet

Yukie Shirifuka

She’s so chill

She’s legit right next to you as you say you’ll bridal carry your partner

Doesn’t blink, carry’s on as is

In reality, she is so focused on coming across as chill, that she doesn’t hear you say you’re kidding

Only after you’re gone does Bokuto ask if Yukie’s ok?

He was also there at the scene of the crime

He also blanked out and didn’t hear you when you very clearly said you were kidding

Neither of them saw you look over at Yukie nervously after your joke either, like you were worried about her reaction

They panicked, alright?

Yukie keeps panicking for days afterward

She wants you to tell her about your relationship so she can get over you

But you act like you would normally and don’t mention anything about your partner, and it’s not helping her get over you at all???

In the end, she decides she needs to kill you and dispose of your body

Kidding! She’s kidding!! She does scare Bokuto with that suggestion when she says it with a straight face though

Yukie’s pretty tired of dancing around her feelings at this point

She decides to tell you the next time you’re alone together

Which takes way too long for her liking

Her opportunity finally comes after a couple more weeks, when she and you walk home together after a hangout with friends at a park

She seriously looks indifferent as she turns to you, the moment other people are out of the way and says, “I like you, and it’s in a romantic way.”

Like damn ok

You take a second to stop, and then keep moving when you see Yukie is marching onwards

You respond as you reach her side

“I like you too!”

You’re happy, big grin stretching across your face and Yukie is very confused

“..did you not hear me say romantically? Or did you break up with your partner?”

The last bit makes you hesitate before you say you heard her and you don’t know what she means by breakup

“That friend you were dating, the one that you carried-

Did you break up?”

“We were never dating!” You shout, without thinking of the people within earshot

“We’ve joked a couple times, but I don’t actually like them and we’ve always made it clear we’re kidding!”

Yukie doesn’t get flustered easily, however she’s beet red as you yell

And she gets even more embarrassed when you ask if she wants to date

She wishes she’d paid more attention

She’s wishes BOKUTO had paid more attention

And Yukie wishes she could have been dating you two weeks sooner as she tells you yes, she wants to start dating

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guavasbizarre · 1 year

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Christmas with Crushes

kanoka amanai x fem reader, wlw

Kanoka was under the impression that crushes never went anywhere.

She never minded having crushes but the sudden tang she would get in her mouth after realizing that it wasn’t reciprocated as such was always a tiring situation. Rejection can hurt your self esteem, so it’s no surprise that it hit her. It’s hit her deeply within the past several months because Kanoka has a crush.

You, her friend, and also you; her crush

Having a crush on someone you’ve been friends with since you’ve started puberty felt alarming.

Her crush didn’t start when she saw you taking off your shirt in the girls locker room, or when you comforted her after she was crying, or even when you got her a mini gift box on valentines. It started last Christmas where you stood under the mistletoe together.

She had been slightly tipsy from the spiked eggnog and you and her had decided to get a breather outside. In the frosty weather where the stair railing had iced, she looked up to see a green decoration and it seemed like you saw it too. You two had stared at each other before laughing and silence bathed over it, her heart smushed when she saw your eyes soften and smile widen and she couldn’t help the pink on her cheeks when you leaned in to kiss hercheek.

“I’m happy to spend Christmas with you Kanoka”

Now a year later she was in a similar situation, tipsy off of eggnog and giggling alongside you as looked out the window at the snowy scenery. The lighting in the room was low and the last thing Kanoka or you (unbeknownst to her) wanted to acknowledge was how romantic the dim setting made the situation seem.

When your laughter had died down and the only thing heard were the sales commercials and the distant conversations that took place in the living room outside. Your eyes had softened while taking in the sight beside you, her jet black hair had been disheveled and her bangs were still overgrown. By instinct you reached out to gently fix the hair that swept her forehead and the same hand went to softly caress her cheek

“I like spending Christmas with you Kanoka” I like you Kanoka.

“I do too, a lot” was what she whispered back.

The feel of your hand on her cheek and the light above you, making you seem like a seasonal blessing, Kanoka wanted nothing more than her Christmas wish to come true.

So she leans in to kiss you softly, pulling away to say “Mmh’ I’m sorry” and without missing a beat you shush her by giving her the kiss you’ve wanted to give her since you stood under the mistletoe.

“..You wanted to kiss me too?

“Merry Christmas Kanoka”

#guava writes #happy holidays 2 everyone around the globe #kanoka amanai x reader #wlw

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twelvegods · 1 year

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brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

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loveydovey-leviathan · 1 year

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gf hcs | mika yamaka & kanoka amani

x gn!reader

MIKA YAMAKA:

her love language is definitely words of affirmation and gift-giving. she’s always been a bit shy but she makes sure to tell you how much she cares as much as she can (without her worrying she’s annoying you).

also the type of person who buys you a bunch of things you didn’t ask for because they reminded her of you. it’s usually things like jewellery and keychains- something the both of you can wear together because she loves matching.

is a teensy bit of a hopeless romantic. nothing too over the top or dramatic, it can be pretty subtle. she daydreams about you and subconsciously doodles you and her together in her notebooks. likes going on dates that she’s seen in movies; dancing in the rain, watching the stars.

has never been a morning person but likes making breakfast before you wake up. doing things like this for you makes her as happy as you do.

her heart absolutely melts if you participate in her hobbies. doing make-up and skincare, going window shopping, doing your nails- you going out of your way to do the things she likes even if you might not particularly like them yourself always gets her heart going.

her favourite thing you do is when you take off her make-up and do her night routine for her when she’s too tired to do so herself. the fact that you pay attention to her so much so that you know almost exactly how she likes to do things has her stomach fluttering like crazy in the morning.

kind of struggled with communication in past friendships and relationships. she’s constantly worried about being annoying or too overbearing, but it’s something you work on together.

KANOKA AMANAI:

love language is quality time and physical touch. she’s a volleyball player who loves the sport she plays, she’s constantly practising- but she always tries her best to never get home late so she doesn’t worry you. and when she has a break, it’s almost always with you.

also pretty shy. she’s gotten confessions and developed crushes before, but she’s never actually pursued a relationship so she’s still learning. she makes sure to be the best girlfriend she can be.

she’s also pretty clingy and holds you a lot. hugs you goodbye whenever you have to go separate ways, holds your hand whenever you’re beside her, and when the two of you cuddle in bed- it’ll be hours before you move.

likes it when you’re a bit possessive. nothing toxic, of course, but seeing you get jealous over some guy who just asked her out on a date makes her heart flutter.

she’ll literally melt if you ask her to teach you how to play volleyball (if you don’t already). the fact that you asked her for help does wonders for her self-confidence, and she makes you give you tons of hugs even if you’re all sweaty.

also tries to get into your hobbies as well. if you like to crochet, she’ll ask you to teach her and she’ll surprise you with a slightly wonky plushie of your favourite animal. if you like to cook, she’ll try to get better at her own cooking.

she’s incredibly good at communicating; she rarely ever raises her voice at you, she makes sure to tell you when she needs space, and she takes your feelings into consideration whenever you two fight. love her <3

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faetarou · 3 years

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𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 || 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬

pairing. various x f!reader. yachi hitoka, shimizu kiyoko, haiba alisa, tanaka saeko, amanai kanoka, shirofuku yukie, uraraka ochaco, jirou kyouka, ashido mina, yaoyorozu momo, asui tsuyu , usagiyama rumi.

warnings // disclaimers. swearing, so very damn gay, pretty short

wc. 0.6k

notes. second pov bcause i'm gay asf and you all need to know

HITOKA is the holding hands everywhere girlfriend. She is chocolate-covered strawberries and lollipop-tasting kisses, linked pinkies beneath the sleeves of matching jumpers. Hitoka is shy smiles and quiet assurances of love, and she is a soft, welcoming pink.

KIYOKO is the quiet girlfriend. She is night-hidden blushes and unabashed laughs, casual kisses all over the face and cheesy jokes. Kiyoko is endless playlists of contemporary love songs, and the navy verging on black of the starry sky at 3 in the morning.

ALISA is the "two pretty girls" girlfriend. She is complimenting outfits and sugary goose-feet biscuits, the easy tuck of hair behing the ear accompanied with a whispered "I love you". Alisa is heated kisses where every contact is fire, and the green of mint ice cream.

SAEKO is the loud, supportive girlfriend. She is stupid dances and screamed declarations of love, arms inextricable from the waist in a perfect embrace. Saeko is forever, cold kisses irresistibly icy against feverish skin, and the bright red undeniably representative of love.

KANOKA is the adorably shy girlfriend. She is the ducked-head kisses, the shyly presented homemade lunches and hugs from behind. Kanoka is the complete and utter security of knowing unwavering love, and she is the off-white of comforting book pages.

YUKIE is the friends-to-lovers girlfriend. She is food dates and walking around city streets hand in hand just because; she is the warmth felt securely in someone's arms. Yuki is endless laughs and giggling kisses, and she is the pale ocean blue of a summer beach.

OCHACO is the enthusiastically enamoured girlfriend. She is eating from the same dinner plate and dragging each other by the hand, cotton candy kisses beneath twinkling neon lights. Ochaco is the beat-up-someone-for-my-gf girl, and she is the rose of a sunset.

KYOUKA is the "making playlists is a love language" girlfriend. She is shared earbuds and leaning on one another's shoulders, smiles made at the ground with sparkling eyes. Kyouka is shy kisses with warm cheeks, and she is the dusky violet of an ethereal, forbidden flower.

MINA is the park dates girlfriend. She is surprise picnics and dancing to stumble into the other's arms, kissing like the world is ending. Mina is loud "I love you"s and cheating on tests together, and she is a gold sparkling so brightly it's impossible to look away.

MOMO is the adorably clueless girlfriend. She is clumsy first kisses and constant blushes, falling asleep with the knowledge that there was someone to be held by. Momo is sugar-dusted pastries and learning to love, and she is the simple black that overpowers all else.

TSUYU is the inseparably in love girlfriend. She is the rays of sunshine amidst the shadows and gentle kisses to the neck, laughs that fill up day and night with unquestionable affection. Tsuyu is freshly made taiyaki, and she is the yellow that inspires a wide smile.

RUMI is the out and proud girlfriend. She is middle fingers to haters and classic chocolate bars, a soft touch even after separation. Rumi is the affectionate "fuck you" and shut-up kisses, and she is the orange of the sunset that much more beautiful when seen with her.

࿐ 𝐟𝐚𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 !!

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yaku-soba · 3 years

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we’re planets in orbit, and i’m okay with this collision course

༶•┈┈ general m.list

༶•┈┈ amanai kanoka x f!reader | pining, angst, eventual fluff

tags/warnings: swear words, best friends to one-sided sapphic pining to astronaut analogies to lovers, author brings back the space metaphors for another round of what is happening, lots of pining, the lyrics to space oddity

word count: 3.2k

a/n: may i humbly suggest you listen to love you forever by takayan while reading this </3

synopsis: If Kanoka’s oxygen, and loving her is the vast expanse of space, you’re the astronaut setting herself adrift with a single oxygen tank and equally copious amounts of hope and resignation.

Or: loving Kanoka will end in heartbreak. You might as well be greedy about how it happens.

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“Kanoka-chan!” The both of you look up from your lunchboxes to see your class president waving at your best friend. There’s an excited flush high on her cheeks, the same shade as the neck of the boy who’s hovering nervously outside your classroom.

Ah, you think a little forlornly, as Kanoka shoots you an apologetic smile and a murmured promise of be back soon, trying not to look at the way her skirt sweeps the back of her thighs, just shy of the back of her knees.

“Another one?” You hear someone say.

“I wish she’d leave some for the rest of us,” another girl jokes, and you pick disinterestedly at the last of the tuna in your lunch.

Kanoka likes tuna. I’ll give it to her when she comes back, you tell yourself, as if you don’t already know how this will turn out.

You wait five, ten minutes. She doesn’t come back. One of your friends - Aika - takes Kanoka’s seat in front of you, pushing her closed lunchbox to the side as she leans over the table to whisper in your ear that that was the captain of the baseball team, isn’t he just dreamy?

“Yeah,” you say, because that’s what you’ve heard everyone else say, “didn’t they go to nationals last year?”

Predictably, Aika swoons. “He did,” she sighs, resting her chin in her hands, casting a longing glance at the closed door of your classroom, “it’s really too bad that Kanoka-chan’s going to turn him down.”

You hum, feigning interest. Your eyes drift to the wooden door too, and you can’t help but wonder where Kanoka’s taken him. Nonchalantly, you add, “Yeah, she’s hung up on her childhood crush, isn’t she?”

Aika wails into her palms. “A waste,” she mutters, “he’s not even in this school.”

Privately, you can’t help but agree. What a waste.

A glance at the clock tells you it’s been fifteen minutes since Kanoka had left with the boy with the tan skin and the big hands and the sunshine smile.

You eat the tuna.

Kanoka slides back into class a sliver of a second before the bell that signals the end of lunch rings, smiling sheepishly.

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It’s lunch again, and this time, you’re on the roof.

“What happened with Seiji-kun?” Kaori asks.

Ah, the baseball captain. You try not to grimace. Seiji’s nice, after all - you used to sit next to him, in middle school. He’s sweet and kind and everything a girl who isn’t you would love in a boyfriend.

Except you don’t want a boyfriend. You just want Kanoka.

Aika scoffs, digging somewhat vehemently into her bento. “She turned him down,” she eyes Kanoka the way a housecat eyes mice, “like every other guy who’s confessed.”

“Sorry, Aika-chan,” your best friend apologizes, embarrassed and sincere, and it grates uncomfortably on your nerves.

“You don’t have to apologize,” the words are out of your mouth before you can think twice, “it’s totally up to you, you know, whoever you date. Or don’t.” You don’t look up from your lunch while you’re saying this, and belatedly, you hope that the edge to your voice is imagined, that you don’t sound as bitter as you feel.

“It’s fine,” Kanoka is quick to reassure after a moment of painful silence, and all it does is make you feel worse. Stop apologizing, you want to tell her, it makes me want to kiss you to shut you up.

“No,” Aika says, “Y/n’s right.” She sighs, and a pair of chopsticks come into view, dropping a cherry tomato in your lunchbox. “I was just hungry for gossip.” There’s a hint of playfulness in her tone, and you can’t help but feel relieved, even as it sears disgust deep in your stomach.

(You’re always so selfish.)

Kaori laughs. “I guess it’s good for his ego to be turned down every once in a while,” she giggles, and the last of the tension is broken. “Besides, all Kanoka needs is us, right?”

“Of course,” Kanoka replies, smiling that smile of hers - the one that makes your fingers go weak till you can’t pop the lid off a can, the one that you’ve had a crush on since middle school - and it’s what you wanted but not enough and it hurts so damn much.

All you’ve ever wanted is Kanoka.

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The next time another boy calls Kanoka out of class - because of course someone does - you’ve got tuna in your lunchbox again.

Aika and Kaori plop onto the seats next to and in front of you, throwing around names and giggling the way they always do when there’s a confession.

“Kanoka-chan’s really popular, isn’t she,” Aika says enviously, and out of the corner of your eye, you see Kaori reach over to pat her on the shoulder.

“A real heartbreaker,” she agrees, and you’re foolish enough to hope that that’s the end of that. You try not to stare back when they turn to you expectantly, cautiously picking up an egg roll, feeling like a rat before a snake, deer before a lioness. Maybe if you move slowly and carefully enough, they’ll lose interest.

No such luck. “Though she’s nothing like Y/n-chan,” Aika says, “at least Kanoka-chan’s nice about her rejections.”

You frown. “I’m nice about it too,” you mumble defensively, fending off Kaori’s chopsticks when they attempt to sneak away an eggroll.

“Sorry,” Aika intones flatly, “I’m not interested.” Kaori breaks into laughter at her impression, and you scowl into your bento.

“You’re insufferable,” you complain, depositing your tuna into Aika’s lunchbox anyway.

“Is that what you said to Hirata-kun from 2-8 last week?” Kaori asks sweetly, and you stick your tongue out at her in retaliation.

Aika sighs, flopping back in her seat dramatically. “Really, the two of you could have any guy you wanted. Your popularity is wasted on you.”

You force a smile on your face. I never said I wanted a guy, you want to say, all I’ve ever wanted is Kanoka. “It’s not my fault I’m good at everything,” you tease, “maybe if you’d pair up with Kanoka and I more often in gym, you’d learn to keep up.”

“But the two of you are always so intense,” Kaori whines, “everything’s a competition with you two.”

“I hate you,” Aika adds, but there’s no real heat behind it. “You get everything - didn’t you weasel your way out of detention just yesterday?”

Chewing on the last of your lunch, you look up just in time to see Kanoka sliding the door to your class open. “Fujimura-sensei has a soft spot for me,” you say in explanation.

And isn’t that the truth - the whole, terrible, painful truth. You’re decent with your grades and competitive in gym; and everything that everyone else had wanted, like popularity and confessions from the guys in the sports clubs, you’ve gotten.

Of course it's fitting that the one thing you really want, the one person you’ve every wanted a confession from, is the one you absolutely can’t, will never have.

All you’ve ever wanted is Kanoka. It makes sense that she’s the only thing you’ll never have.

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There is no way that this will end in anything less than heartbreak. You've always known this, since that precise moment in middle school when you’d realized that other girls don’t always want to run their hands down the sides of their other girl friends, don’t stay awake at night wondering what their lips feel like, the way you do when you think of Kanoka.

And you think of Kanoka a lot.

It’s not just about the way her hair shines beneath the sunlight streaming in from the classroom windows, or the way her face glows from the inside out like a miniature sun when she smiles, or that one week in your first year of high school when she’d hit a sudden growth spurt and the school skirts a size bigger than her old ones were out of stock.

It’s about the way she likes to chew with all her food on one side of her mouth, like a hamster. It’s the way she looks on the court, focused and hungry for the victory you’re always sure she’d get. It’s the way she says your name, all soft and excited, the way your hands brush on the walk home like two planets on a collision course, the way you think you could hear her talk in a language you don’t understand and never get bored.

You could look at her forever and still find yourself breathless, like an astronaut floating in space with an empty oxygen tank. And, well, isn’t that just terrible?

There’s a movie you’d watched once, with Kanoka warm along your entire left side as you’d cuddled on her couch, like a furnace, like phantom warmth the seconds before eternal sleep in the midst of a blizzard. The astronaut had been trapped on a ship without fuel, the oxygen levels low. And maybe it didn’t matter whether he’d stayed on the ship or floated out into space with the single oxygen tank left - he’d die anyway, and he knew it. In the end, he’d chosen to die out in space, looking at the world he’d died to see, and it hadn’t been sad so much as it had been admirable.

Kanoka makes you feel like that astronaut must have felt, in those final few seconds.

You have a crush on your best friend, and she’s in love with someone else. There’s no way this will end in anything less than heartbreak, but really, all you are is a satellite in orbit around Kanoka, and even though you know that you’ve set yourself up on a collision course, you don’t think you’re able to pull away.

You’re going to have your heart broken either way, you remember realizing as Kanoka falls asleep on your shoulder and the credits roll - you might as well be greedy about the way it happens.

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When Kanoka calls you at night, while she’s away for the Spring High tournament, it’s about that childhood crush of hers from elementary school.

“Tanaka-kun likes someone else,” is the first thing she says when you pick up, and even with the crackling static you can tell that she’s on the verge of tears. “I was so stupid,” your best friend says, and you really, really, want to say me too, that makes two of us, “it’s been years, I should be happy he even remembers me.”

You let her sniffle into the phone for a while. Sometimes she just needs to get it out of her system, and you’ve known her for long enough now to know that this is one of those times.

“You know,” you say once the frequency of the sniffling decreases, and you have a sudden, disjointed thought that this feels a little like that one english song - Ground Control to Major Tom; can you hear me, Major Tom? “Kanoka-chan, didn’t you go to nationals for something else?”

Maybe it’s the wrong thing to say. But you’ve never been one to baby others.

“Yeah,” Kanoka says into the receiver after a moment, and her voice sounds a lot steadier now, less like she’s floating in space, “I went to win.”

You hum into the phone, and lying on the bed on your back like this, you can kind of see the stars in the night sky if you crane your neck to peer out the window by your bed.

You end the call a while after that. She’s got a match tomorrow, after all, and she needs her sleep.

You let your phone loll out of your hand and onto the sheets. Fumbling blindly, you manage to lift the blinds up a little further.

The stars look very different today, for here am I sitting in a tin can far above the world, you mouth the lyrics, and something in you aches to the beat of the dial at the end of a call, planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.

You watch Kanoka play on live television the next day. She’s amazing, as she always is, and you wish you were there in the stands.

Though I'm past one hundred thousand miles, I'm feeling very still, and I think my spaceship knows which way to go.

You and Kanoka have always been planets in orbit, and you’ve convinced yourself that you’re okay with the collision course you’re on.

It’s not, you and Kanoka have always been planets in orbit, but you’ve convinced yourself that you’re okay with the collision course you’re on. It’s and, and that makes all the difference.

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“Remember that movie we watched in middle school? About the astronaut with no oxygen?” The question slips out of your mouth before you can think twice. You have an odd sense of deja vu.

Kanoka hums, chewing her tuna onigiri thoughtfully. You indulge yourself by allowing your eyes to trace the slope of her neck and the line of her jaw, outlined by the fading orange of the sunset. “Yeah,” she says after a moment, “it was really sad.”

Yeah, it’s sad. What’s sadder is that it’s happening to you on a daily basis.

Instead, you say, “I was thinking of doing my art assignment on that,” and you really don’t know why you’d even brought this up in the first place.

“That’s so cool,” Kanoka tells you earnestly, and you fight the urge to brush off the grain of rice stuck on her chin. Looking is fine, looking is all you’ll allow yourself. “Though I still don’t really understand why he’d choose to drift into space. Wouldn’t he have lived longer if he’d waited in the ship?”

You try not to smile to bitterly as you answer, “I guess he figured that if he was going to die either way, looking into space the way he’d wanted to was a pretty good way to go.”

Kanoka frowns. “He could have done that from inside the ship,” she argues, and you really, really, should not feel this defensive.

“It’s different,” you insist, and your chest aches the way it had when you’d nearly drowned in the pool in elementary school, all out of oxygen, “kind of like go big or go home, you know?”

You can tell she doesn’t know. But you do, and it hurts.

“Still, maybe someone would have come if he’d stayed in the ship.”

“Yeah, maybe,” you accede, “but then he wouldn’t have had such a pretty view when he’d died. Because he was going to die anyway - no ship would have gotten there that fast.” You don’t know why you’re still on this topic, why you’d brought this up in the first place. It’s like you’re masochistic or something.

“You don’t know that for sure,” your best friend says softly, an expression that feels oddly familiar and yet entirely alien on her face, and suddenly you feel like you’ve missed something, stumbled unknowingly into a whole other conversation.

“But I do,” you say carefully, realizing belatedly that sometime in the past five minutes, you’ve both slowed to a stop. The streets are empty except for you and the best friend you have a crush for.

(You’re not in love with Kanoka. You can’t be in love with someone who doesn’t love you back. It’s a childish distinction to make, like between and and but, but it’s the only thing standing between you and the cold, oxygen-less expanse of space, and despite all your bravado you never really expected the collision to be this soon.)

Kanoka reaches out hesitantly to touch your hand, brings it up so that your fingers are as hopelessly intertwined as the hope and resignation you’ve carried since middle school. Her onigiri is gone. You wonder if it had taken the surrounding oxygen with it.

“Y/n,” she says nervously, and you hate yourself for hoping. You wonder when the last time she’d said your name without honorifics was.

You realize that this is the first time.

“Y/n,” your best friend repeats, tongue darting out to wet her lips, and it’s such a small, miniscule action - you would have missed it if you weren’t so horribly fixated on everything Kanoka - but it draws your eyes to her lips, and once it happens, you can’t look away. Caught in orbit.

And you’re so, so tired. Astronauts have to go through rigorous training to prepare them for space, but you’ve never had that. All you’ve had is a best friend who is as kind as she is tall and as pretty as she is loving.

And fuck it, you think a little hysterically, you’ve liked her for so long, and maybe this will mess your entire friendship up but you’ve liked her for so long, and maybe it will do you good to hear her rejection for what it is. Maybe it’d give you the closure you need to move on, and smile the next time a boy calls her out of class to give her snacks or a volleyball or a letter. Maybe, maybe, maybe.

(Maybe she would feel the same.

Maybe you could be in love with-)

When it looks like Kanoka isn’t going to say anything else, you do, before you lose your nerve and your mind with it. Maybe you’ve already lost it. All you are is a collection of maybe-s, now.

“Kanoka,” you yank your gaze from her lips to her eyes, large, and the love in your chest swells and swells like a supernova, “I like you. I really, really like you, and it’s terrible, and I’m-” You choke a little, “I’m sorry. I wish we wouldn’t change.”

There’s a horrible, horrible, moment when you feel like the astronaut must have felt as he let go of the cord to the ship, as he set himself adrift in the vast coffin of space. Then-

“Y/n,” and her hands are tender around yours, her skin soft like the bruised fruit of your heart, “what if we could?”

“What?” You’re lost, you’re drifting, and your lungs aren’t getting the oxygen they need.

“We could change,” your best friend says patiently, and you let yourself pretend that the red on her cheeks is a blush and not the shade of the waning sun, “because I like you too.”

Your oxygen tank runs dry. It rattles the way your heart shudders in the age of your chest, a tin can.

“Oh,” you say, and then you take a breath. “Oh,” you say again, in a tone of realization this time, and then you’re moving closer and Kanoka is too, until your noses brush like satellites and your lips meet like planets. Collision.

When you finally part for more than a few brief seconds for air, you smile. “I was always okay with this collision course,” you say into the crook of Kanoka’s neck.

“What?” You feel her try to pull away in confusion, and you allow her to, just to pull her back to you with a hand on her collar. You smile into her lips, “Nothing. Just thinking about magnetism.”

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a/n: one day i will stop self-inserting myself into my wlw fics. today is not that day.

do lmk what you thought abt this :”) i feel kinda rusty hhh but also i am on a self-imposed quest to spread wlw angst fics <33

taglist: feel free to drop me a dm/ask to be added!

#haikyuu x reader #amanai kanoka x reader #haikyuucreations #amanai kanoka #kyouka writes

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mayoiayasep · 4 years

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Because I fell down a hole of love today I've decided to do a scattered "Haikyuu characters after seeing you sad"

Michimiya Yui

You got a bad grade and felt crappy about it

Michimiya noticed

Queen of feel better hugs

She sees you feeling down? Well prepare yourself because 5 minutes later you'll be cuddling on the couch

She probably smells amazing too

She has chocolate on the ready

Goshiki Tsutomu

Probably saw you feeling down after practice

He noticed that you weren't cheering as loudly whenever he spiked as you usually did

Decides he's going to make you feel better by playing even harder

Attempts to dedicate his next spike to you

The ball hits him in the face

Shirabu is this close to killing him

You laugh harder than you have all week

Kanoka Amanai

Tall girlfriend abilities at least to me anyway

She comes around from the back and gives hugs

Forehead kisses

Will listen to you vent and will hold your hand

Since you're smaller than her her hugs are like a blanket

Very warm, very soothing

I probably didnt have to go that far with the height difference but leave me be, she's 6 ft for goodness sake

Fukunaga Shouhei

Also notices it during practice

Your usual smile wasnt there

Tries to make you laugh

He cracks a joke everytime he scores a point

After practice he buys you a treat

You both watch a movie at his house

Holy heck this is super messy

#haikyuu x reader #this is not organized at all #michimiya yui x reader #amanai kanoka x reader #goshiki tsutomu x reader #fukunaga shouhei x reader #my underrated loves #haikyuu #kanoka amanai #goshiki tsutomu #fukunaga shouhei #michimiya yui

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1zukuz · 3 years

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GF TEXTS

YACHI, KIYOKO, YUKIE, KANOKA, SAEKO, ALISA

💌 FROM AK1LOIDS: take a look at my girlfriend (girlfriend!) she's the only one i want badum ba dah :00

gahhh them <3

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pumpkinmich · 2 years

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WITH A CUTE S/O <3 (PART 1 / PART 2)

Ft. Yui Michimiya, Mika Yamaka, Kanoka Amanai

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

A/N: This was made with wlw in mind and the language may be female centered but has no specific body parts or girl titles (she/they) this is more like mini stories where the reader happens to be cute, I got too caught up and forgot the main prompt.

🍓Yui Michimiya

Oh she’s a mess, completely lost, she can’t form one coherent sentence around you without her internal monologue being “Awwwww” ever since you opened your mouth, she’s putty in your hands and she’s all in for it, gushing to her friends about how perfect you are in every possible moment.

At one day, talking to her, she starts sulking about her volleyball team, talking as if they already lost before the games even started and you state that her team will do their best and they shouldn’t talk like that.

She responded by feeling a bit embarrassed from giving up even before trying, apologizing. But you motivate her, and when you’re talking about chances with your eyes sparkling and gesticulating some volleyball moves she realizes that her feelings for you were way bigger than just a “strong friendship”.

You made a charm for her game and decided to give it to her in person but walking to her class you overheard a conversation about… you? “Ohhh, come on Yui, tell us what’s been going on with you and Y/N”, she seemed nervous answering way too fast “THERE’S NOTHING GOING ON!! She’s just my friend… unfortunately.”, you really hope no one heard you gasping as her friends gush “SO YOU DO LIKE HER!!!!”

She found it weird when you didn’t walk her home that day but decided to brush it off as you texted her you were busy and you so were, putting together the perfect confession to which she beamed saying yes, crying about how cute what you assembled was.

She’s so lovestruck and keeps following you around like a happy lost puppy, listens to everything you have to say even when it doesn’t look like it, you could be ranting angry and she’s smiling “Really?” with a relaxed voice, she can’t believe you’re hers.

🍓Mika Yamaka

She looks so unaffected by your cuteness, she treats you just like a friend would, and it’s so frustrating because you’ve had a crush on her for so long and your strongest weapon is useless against her, and your days are fine but it does haunt you in your sleepless nights.

Little did you know, she was also crushing on you, not because of your cuteness, but because of how you listen when she talks. She’s so used to people rambling to her no end but you don’t, you just listen, ask and comment to the point where she’s the one rambling and she’s obsessed with it, but you’re so popular there’s no way you could like her, right?

In one of your sad episodes in the middle of the night she texts you asking why you were awake and you end up throwing up all your feelings at her in a super long paragraph and crying yourself to sleep, it was a friday anyway, you would have 2 days to think about how to approach her back at school, until there, ignoring your phone, sounded like a plan.

What you sure wasn’t expecting in your plan was to have her waking you up the next day, you slept like a rock and didn’t hear the doorbell, or your caretaker greeting her, or the door opening, just the “Good Morning~” and the obnoxious sound of the plastic from the snacks she had in her backpack that were now all over your bed.

She didn’t get it before, but she does now, your worried face and your mouth opening and closing several times but not saying anything, your tiny voice returning the good morning as if it were a question, the nervousness in your body language, your bed head and your blush? How didn’t she notice it before? You are so cute.

🍓Kanoka Amanai

She saw you at the bleachers in her game, you were so starstruck watching her play, expanding your feeling to everyone around you, a sense of pride filled her chest, and she made a mental note to look for you later, and thank you for cheering on her and her team, you congratulated them on the game and exchanged numbers with her.

The occasional “good morning” and “good luck on your next game” turned into texting each other 24/7, without interrupting studies and practices of course, and when you sent a silly selfie she caught herself smiling at it a bit longer than she would’ve wanted to, just to realize she was seeing you everywhere and she didn’t want to be just friends.

She invited you over to talk and after a few weird silences and uncomfortable shifting at her chair she finally confessed and you didn’t wait a second more to jump in her arms and gush about how long you’ve been thinking about this moment.

Your cuteness gives her strength, she sees your warmth and brightness blinding and dissolving any insecurity, fear or obstacle in her way, she feels her most vigorous when you’re with her, and she would do anything and everything to protect and take care of you.

She loves cuddling while both of you are at your phones and constantly turning their phones to each other to show a funny meme or a cute picture, she loves how your face is sparkling with joy and happiness waiting for your reaction, she wants you in her life forever.

Taglist: @veenxys @sergeant102105

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