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plooto · 8 months

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꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ soft . ft. kentarou kyotani

synopsis . all things taken into account, his brashness that seemed to disappear around you, the underlying fury behind his eyes gone with you behind them. he was yours, and you being his put him at ease in more ways than one.

warnings . hinting , soft girl ! yn , slight ooc ! kyotani , pet names .

words . 2.7k

notes . rewrite from my previous blog

volleyball games: a sport that would linger in your mind as one of the best moments. a core memory. your parents ushered you to the game, encouraging you out the house instead of playing animal crossing all day. you watched the aoba josai game in relatively silent, cheering proudly when your team scored or successful stopped the ball. it was after one hit you saw him—bleached hair, strong arms, and looks that could kill. he looked around, your heart seemed to stop and you ducked, pretending to tie your shoe to avoid his gaze. he only seen you out of the corner of his eye and he’s glad he did.

after the game, you made a choice. a bold one. you went to to the blonde donning the number sixteen and complimented him, leaving immediately after. unaware of the exchange that took place, his teammates pushed him around, disapproving of his newfound silence.

unbeknownst to you, his thoughts consisted of you and you only. your next meeting would be on his account. barely catching you, he asked for your permission to accompany you on your walk home. with a shy smile, you agreed. and walk you home he did, and the same the day after that, and the one after that one.

his way of courting you was trailered just for you, from the way he talked to you, down to the way he walked around you. his guard was down, you broke his wall, vulnerable to every sweet thing you did.

him making the first move was combated by you being the one to ask him out. sneaking a pastel pink sticky note into his locker, you prayed you got the right locker. he found you at the end of the day, grumbling about how he couldn’t find you sooner. wonder why.

you settled into your relationship with the spiker slowly. all things taken into account, his brashness that seemed to disappear around you, the underlying fury behind his eyes gone with you behind them. he was yours, and you being his put him at ease in more ways than one. he took you on low maintenance dates, ones you didn’t directly express that you enjoyed the idea of. coffee dates and walks that seemed to go nowhere. he showed you as much affection as you wanted, your favorite being his hugs. it’s something about the warmth when he wraps his arms around you, giving you the perfect amount of squeeze to make your heart flutter and reassure you that nothing could come between you. nothing.

your first kiss was in a movie theater. he let you choose the movie, he wouldn’t be paying enough attention to the movie when you were sitting so prettily next to him. your forgetfulness shining as you shivered, forgetting your jacket. noticing your shivers, he wrapped a warm arm around you, of which you snuggled into. smiling with content, you turned your face to place a soft kiss on his cheek. the tips of his ears reddening once the display registered. placing a finger under your chin, he lifts your lips to his: a silent explanation of his wants.

your relationship with the wing spiker was one you believed started in a past life. he was always so attentive of you, indirectly reminding you to eat and drink water daily.

on this day, your impulsive thoughts got the better of you, pulling your desk around your room with all your might. you took a break, opting to take a seat on your desk and listen to the muffled music playing from your speaker positioned in your closet ( promise, muffled music going through walls just hits different ). your music turned down on its own, confusing you for a moment until you heard your boyfriends text tone. with a smile on your face, you pushed yourself off the desk to check it.

my pretty boy : hey doll open up

not locking your phone you dropped it on the bed, maneuvering around the clutter you made minutes earlier to make it to the front door. you smiled at your boyfriend, who walked in and kicked off his shoes, being here enough times it was like he lived here. waiting patiently till he finished, you wrapped him in a hug. lifting you off your feet, he made his way around the house to your room, dodging the desk you left in the middle of the room to take a seat on your pink duvet covers.

“ what happened here, doll? ” you turned your head before the rest of your body, sitting with your back to his chest. you pointed as you explained the mess before you:

“ i wanted to move my desk where my cubbies were and the cubbies there because it didn’t look right anymore.. ” squeezing your hips, he placed you on the bed in his spot and got up to finish what you started. watching him as he lifted the desk and then the cubbies was serene. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth as he was finishing. swinging legs and a glint of desire flashing across your eyes made him smirk, watching you squirm as your eyes locked with his.

“ doll? ” jutting your bottom lip, you made grabby hands in his direction and he obliged. sinking his fists into the bed beside your hips he leveled with you. “ what is it? ” he asked in a lower baritone. suddenly you were lost for words, looking away from his alluring eye contact.

“ n- need you kyo.. ” you couldn’t see it, but you heard as me smirked.

“ we’ll why didn’t you say that sooner.. you know i’m good at pacifying that. ”

practice was all he ever seemed to do—practice blocks, practice digs, practice this, practice that. he just prayed for this session to be over so he could return to his sanctuary.

softly, you hummed as you played animal crossing on the switch he got you for your birthday, even after explicitly telling him that your only desire was his time. never did you express to him you wanted one, but still he knew you did.

tilting your head as you listened to your music, thinking of when your boyfriend would come back so you can show him all the pent up affection you’ve been marinating.

on the other hand, kentarou was livid. why yahaba thought pushing his buttons was wise was behind him; however, the line of self control was starting to blur. a new touch of conversation taking its place, another he didn’t feel like expanding upon—the pretty marks you left on his back. audibly winching, he pulled the shirt completely off his shoulders.

“ oo woo ! finally got you some action, huh mad dog? ” he crossed the threshold,

“ fuck off, all right? what i do on my time, with my girlfriend is my damn business. not like someone like you would understand. ” this seemed to have hit a nerve, tucked deep away in the other second year’s mind.

“ what’d ya say? you- ”

“ yahaba. mad dog. there are first years here. ” kyotani growled, throwing on a shirt from his gym bag and making it out of the gym not nearly as fast as he liked. he wanted you in his arms, your sweet perfume invading his nose, cotton candy chapstick smearing across his lips.. no he needed you.

unfortunately he would have to wait even longer. kentarou was a delinquent, but he wasn’t stupid, he noticed the idiots following him from the blocks ago. making a so longer than normal at his house, he only decided it was good to leave after they were long gone. occupying the time by taking a shower and putting up his gym clothes. finally arriving at your door, he waited for you to open it. hearing the door unlock he looked up to see you looking at fun with sleepy eyes. letting him in, you waited for him to take off his shoes, sleepiness getting the better of you for you didn’t realize that you were already being lifted into the air. the sudden realization shot a jolt of energy up your spine, waking you up. arriving to your bed, kyotani places you down and snuggled into your shoulder. you wrapped one of your arms around his shoulders and the other hand you ran through his hair, scratching his scalp.

“ was practice that bad? ” he nodded, grumbling a few words into your shoulder,

“ i can’t understand you, kyo~ ” you told him softly, the hand scratching his head going to the bottom of his hairline. he pulled away from his comforter spot momentarily just to look at your pretty face, golden hues peering into yours.

“ idiot yahaba doesn’t understand how to keep his mouth shut, askin’ me ‘bout your scratches on my back..few angry words there and there, the only way to calm myself was to thing of was you making them” your eyes widened, tips of your ears set ablaze as you hid your face in the crook of his neck. letting out a loud chuckle, that rumbled the air around you, rubbing your hips.

“ don’t say things like that so casually! ” you balled up his shirt and held him tight until your face cooled off.

“ wanna watch a movie, pretty girl? ” he whispered in your ear, to which you nodded, telling him what movie you wanted to watch.

you snuggled into his side while the movie played, running your fingers along his abs absentmindedly. the two of you fell asleep like that, tangled in each other’s loving embrace.

the week after next, kyotani had practices that ran well into the evening, which he wasn’t happy about. he wanted to skip them to spend more time with you: his beautiful bundle of joy. you assured him it was fine, telling him that you’d show him extra love when he came to visit you.

the end of practice, he made haste, stuffing his gym clothes and making a beeline to your place. he knocked harder with extra impatience, when you opened the door.

“ hey ky- waaa! ” he picked you up, throwing you over his shoulder, barely making it out of his shoes before heading to your room. he laid you on the bed, giving you a rough kiss before stripping himself of his shirt and knee pads. without a moment of hesitation, he laid on you, pressing his weight into you. you huffed, tapping him to get some air back in your system.

“ kyo- loosen upp. ” he lifted himself off you, just enough to be close but not suffocating.

“ ‘m sorry doll, it was a long day.. ” he groaned. you smiled up at him, leaning up to press a gentle kiss to his lips. licking his lips, he laid you back down gently to hover above you. you lifted your hands to his face, pushing your thumbs against the corners of his mouth, forcing them into a smile. he shook his head, turning his head to hide his red face. you smiled up at him, sleepiness that was there before dissipating the more you spent time in his presence.

“ c’mon, let’s lay down. ” you mumbled, rubbing his arms therapeutically. you watched as his form laid down on the bed next to you. swinging your leg over, you sat on his lower back. your eyes dance over his large back, newer red scratches taking the place of the older ones. n a flash he turned you both over, positioning himself over you.

“ you’re breathtaking..” he whispered against the supple skin of your neck.

“ kyo.. ” you felt him smirk against you. “ w- wait stop ” you whimpered, he pulled away immediately, scanning your face for any sort of discomfort.

“ you just got off of practice..let me.”

you swung your feet as you scrolled through the photos of you and kyotani when something in your peripheral didn’t match your room’s color palette. knee pads? kyo must’ve left them.. you were already changed out of your school uniform opting to go in the shirt you were already wearing, you tossed on a shirt that you permanently borrowed from your boyfriend. you grabbed your phone after picking up his knee pads. you put on your shoes and made your way out the door.

getting closer and closer to the gym, you felt uneasiness fall over you. who would greet you first? you prayed it wasn’t oikawa, judging by the stories kyotani has told you, you weren’t fond of him in the slightest. stepping into the gym, you fiddled with his knee pads, holding them close to your chest as you looked around. you craned your neck as you watched the tall male approach you.

“hi beautiful, what can i do for ya? ” you took a step away from him, your heart pounding at the number of eyes on you.

“ - uh, um.. knee pads, kyotani.. um.. he might need them.” the male in front of you leaned down to your height, smirking as he watched you fluster.

“ hm, and how do you know our mad dog-chan, pretty- ”

“ doll? ” your head turned, your eyes barely settling on your boyfriend before you ran on the balls of your feet into his chest. you gripped the back of his shirt, tears pooling in your water line.

“ it’s alright, i’ve gotcha. ”he rubbed your back softly before coving your ears as his attention turned to the confused captain.

“ the fuck did you do to scare her so bad, oikawa?! ” he barked, glaring at him with a look that could have dropped him dead where he stood. oikawa raised his hands in innocence, quick to defend himself.

“ only shittykawa can make a girl cry that fast.. ” oikawa turned, expression resembling hurt before replying back to his cocaptain,

“ watch it iwa! for your information i was just asking her a question because she, has his knee pads! ”

“ but weren’t you in her face? ”

“ flirted with her. ”

“ you know, you’re a lot taller than she is. ”

“ must’ve been scary having a guy like him over you like that. ”

“ t- that’s oikawa? ” you mumbled up to kyotani. iwaizumi, the other spiker, laughed, getting what you were saying, then kyotani nodded, stifling a laugh under his breath,

“ yeah that’s him. ” you nodded, releasing him and pushing his knee pads closer to him.

“ stay for practice, i’ll walk you home. ” you nodded, opting to go to the corner by his bag.

the practice started and a few turns in oikawa shot kyotani a set, calling out his name. jumping into the air, he slammed the ball down, the blunt force echoing throughout the gym. you clapped your hands together quietly, your boyfriend turning to you with a wide smile on his face.

‘ how did a cutie like her end up dating him..? ’ the team thought, watching as you clapped when he made an impressive move.

towards the end of practice you felt your eyelids start to droop. shifting yourself to lay down on kyotani’s backpack. you wanted to stay up to watch his entire practice, but your body wouldn’t permit it. as your eyes were closing, you caught a glimpse of him throwing his hands in the air.

“ gimme a sec. ” he told his team, lightly jogging over to you and draping his jacket over you, pulling it up to your chin before moving a strand of hair out of your face. the light affection and the warmth bringing a smile to your face.

“ woah, who knew mad dog could be soft? ” he turned, glaring at his teammates, who in turn looked around as if they were not watching the scene take place in front of them.

“ back to practice! ”

“ tani!!! ” you called. running up the stairs he bursts open the door.

“ what’s wrong?? are you okay? ” you nodded, out stretching your hands towards him.

“ kith? ” his shoulders dropped, relaxing as he walked towards you. he leaned down to give you a kiss, throwing your arms around him as his lips pressed against yours. once he pulled away you smiled at him lovingly. words bubbled in your throat, words that never made it past your mind.

“ i love you, kentarou.” you felt him stiffen, eyes searching yours for any doubt. he smirked at you, leaning in to pepper kisses over your skin.

“ i love you too, yn. ” giggling, you locked your ankles around his hips, your arms moving to tickle his ribs. stifling a laugh, he pinned your arms above your head with one hand.

“ you’re pretty bold for pulling a stunt like that, doll. ”

published . september 2 , 2023

#kyotani x reader #kyotani drabble #kyotani kentaro #hq kyotani #haikyuu kyotani #kyotani fluff #kyotani imagine #repost from my other blog #@/botaniboki #. character // kentarou kyoutani

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soranihimawari · 10 months

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I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

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imagineanime2022 · 1 year

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Unwanted Attention

Kentaro Kyotani X Male!Reader

Word Count: 1064

Requested: @your-next-daydream

Request: Hello I'm back with another request it's been a bit I think lol. Could I ask for Kyotani from Haikyuu with a preferably gender neutral or male partner that is a manager for one of the opposite teams and keeps getting flirted with? Also how are you! Is school going okay?

You had met Kyotani when you were in school, you were managing the Aoba Josai team, you were always the only male manager but given the fact that every Aoba Josai member had there own fan club it was only logical that they ended up with a male manager, you didn’t take anyone's crap but you both lost contact, you went on to manage volleyball teams professionally and Kyotani became a professional volleyball player and you guys reconnected at a practice match arrange between you and his manager. Kyotani was the same as he had always been brash and hard to talk to but when his manager had trouble getting him back on the court after a disagreement you took matters into your own hands and reminded him why he liked you back in school.

Kyotani didn’t let you slip away this time and he made sure to demand that you go on a date with him, you accepted but warned him that the next time that he demanded something from you there would be consequences. Your relationship became the focus of many new reports, so much so that you’d even got a text message from Oikawa in Argentina asking you about it. It seemed that even with all the reporting there were still people who thought that they could get your attention and for the most part it was girls who thought that you were cute so he didn’t feel threatened but when the other players started flirting he felt like he needed to do something.

You hadn’t realised that his team were even watching the game, they had all settled in the stands but Kyotani was watching you more intently then the game as you watched your team writing notes and talking to the coach pointing things out.

The first time out was called and you were minding your own business while the coach talked to your team, you felt someone tap your shoulder and you glanced back to see the captain of the team you were playing against. “Hi.” You greeted him and he smiled leaning a little closer than he needed to. “So you seem pretty good at your job, you want to come manage my team?” He asked. “Are you really trying to steal a team manager?” You asked “yours seems to be doing a good job, you glanced back at the woman who was handing out water bottles and talking to the other team members. “She’s great, not really my type though.” He answered. “How do you know you’re my type?” You asked, stepping away from him. “I’ve seen the reports you’re dating that Kyotani guy right?” He asked. “Yeah… So I’m not available.” You answered. “And I really like my team. I'm not leaving them anytime soon… So get out of here, I have a job to do.” You turned away from him as the whistle blew, you took the empty water bottles and headed off to fill them up. You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you but you felt the hands on your waist as they turned you and pressed you to the wall next to the water fountains. “What the- Oh hey.” You smiled as you looked up at Kyotani. “Who was that?” He asked. “Who?” You asked. “The guy you were talking to?” He asked. “Huh?” You asked. “On the court, the one that was too close to you.” He answered leaning forward slightly, you could see the anger simmering behind his eyes, so you reached up and looped your arms around his neck smiling softly. “Just some team captain, don’t worry about him, he’s really not my type.” You answered pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, he caught your chin before you could pull back too far and pressed his kiss to your lips backing you against the wall. “He looked like he really thought he had a chance.” Kyotani muttered. “That’s because he thought he did ‘Taro.” You mumbled pressing another kiss to his lips “but he really didn’t.” “Mm.” He hummed, resting his forearms on either side of his head. “I have a job to do.” You mumbled “your jealousy can’t get in the way of that.” “I’m not jealous.” He growled out knocking your head to the side starting to kiss and nip at your jaw. “‘Taro, they need their water bottles.” You mumbled feebly pressing against his chest in hopes that you could get some distance and clear your head. “They won’t need them for a while.” He mumbled “I just need to show him.” “What?” You asked as he continued to kiss and nip hard enough to mark you. “There.” He said as he leaned back, he smiled, something on you got to see as he put some space between you and him. “Are you crazy, there are so many cameras in there.” You complained, he rolled his eyes before shrugging off his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders, he pulled the collar up to cover your neck. “Now you can hide it from the cameras.” He mumbled walking over to the water fountain and helped you fill up the rest of the bottles and carried them back for you. You kissed him at the door of the gym before taking the bottles and heading back to your team.

The game ended with your team winning, you picked up your phone and frowned at the group chat with the Aoba Josai boys.

Oik: Looks like Mad dog has some fun 🤭 Issei: That guy got too close. Maki: Wonder if there was anything else. Iwa: Will you all shut up. You: What are you guys talking about? Oik: The collar isn’t high enough the cameras showed everything *image attached* You: 😳 You: All of you shut up. Maki: You don’t want to tell us what happened? ‘Taro: It’s none of your business. Shut up and leave him alone.

You didn’t get to write anything because you phone was snatched from you hands and Kyotani slipped it into his back pocket before grabbing your wrist and dragging you out of the gym. “Where are we going?” You asked. “Back to my place.” He mumbled. “Huh?” You asked. “I’m not done yet.” He answered hand slipping down to yours as he led you back to your car taking the keys from you before heading back to his place.

Request Here!!

#haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #kentaro kyotani #kentaro kyotani imagine #kentaro kyotani oneshot #imagine #oneshot #one shot #reader insert #x reader #male reader

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pookiepoodle · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys responding to your Dad after sending sexy message prank ft. Aoba Josai

Hi guys, it’s pookie!!! Doing this with @toru-oikawas-milkbread so please check them out and I hope you enjoy!!! My idea uwu. Please check out my masterlist too and my part 1 of this with inarizaki

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu texts #aoba josai x reader #aoba josai texts #makki x reader #makki texts #issei x reader #issei texts #oikawa x reader #oikawa texts #kyoutani x reader #kyotani texts #iwazumi x reader #iwazumi texts #fem-reader

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shokami · 3 years

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anti-romantic ; iwazumi hajime

synopsis ; “. . . during the final year of college, iwaizumi decided to end things with y/n to focus on his upcoming career in the music industry. y/n held onto their resentment. years later after moving on, they come face to face.”

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introduction one | viperdae-117

authors notes . . .

viperdae-117 was a rock band that started during their third year of college. it only lasted for three years, as yn decided to start working on their own solo music and moved to america. the fandom was heartbroken.

taglist ; @mirakeul @stellumi @boosyboo9206 @lilith412426 @schleepyflocci @moonlightaangel

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samzult · 2 years

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Don't ask I personally don't know myself

#anime #haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu smau #seijoh #aoba josai #oikawa smau #iwaizumi smau #mad dog #mattsun smau #makki smau #yahaba #haikyuu texts #hq iwaizumi #haikyuu iwaizumi #oikawa tooru #hq oikawa

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itsmiyamore · 3 years

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Seijoh Four reacting to:

Oikawa:

Iwaizumi:

Matsukawa:

Hanamaki:

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fake texts #haikyuu crack #seijoh four #seijoh #aoba josai #oikawa toru #iwaizumi hajime #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro

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h4ji · 3 years

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Are You Jealous?

jealous!iwaizumi+reader

summary: iwa gets jealous easily, even if he doesn’t mean to.

warnings: fluff and smut, trashy writing, trashy fluff, spelling errors bc i was half asleep

a/n: here’s a request that i wrote! hope you enjoy!

iwaizumi knows he shouldn’t feel this way, but he couldn’t help himself. his eyes watch you talk to a male classmate, who you don’t notice eyeing you up as you speak of tutoring plans. iwa feels the need to say something but doesn’t want to seem overbearing. he watches for a little longer, until the guy starts to get a little to touchy with you, his fingers graze your hair and shoulder. he mutters under his breath, “god dammit” as he makes his way over to you. you recognize iwa’s figure as you turn to face him and he asks, “are you ready to go on our date”, (putting emphasis on the our) whilst eyeing up the guy. He knows you mean no harm, it isn’t your fault that you get flirted with.

when hajime pulls you away to go on your date, he grips his hand tighter around yours. you don’t seem to notice but his brows furrow as he walks ahead. oblivious to his frustration, you talk about your day.

when you bring up the guy again something in hajime flips and he gets angry again. “don’t.”, he states, and you are obviously confused, so you give him a glance. “don’t talk about him anymore, i don’t want to hear it”, your eyes almost soften at his confession, but you don’t understand why he was so frustrated, because you were his. but one question stays on your tongue, one that you won’t get to ask, ‘are you jealous?’.

hajime continues to voice his frustrations, saying how he knows it isn’t your fault but he can’t help but get frustrated when boys look at you with lust as you roam the school halls innocently or as you walk the street with him. he just simply isn’t able to trust the nasty men of the outside world.

as you arrive at his home, he quickly takes you up to his room. you put your stuff down along with his and as soon as you do that, hajime grabs your shoulders and holds you flush against his body. his face shoved against your neck as he murmurs “it’s selfish of me, i know, but can’t i be selfish when it comes to you?”. you don’t know if your heart breaks or swells at his words. “guys shouldn’t be looking at you the way i do, lusting and admiring are two different things”, he confesses. “and only i should be lusting over you” he whispers as he nuzzles his face deeper into the crook of your neck.

your mouth speaks before you can think, “then mark me as yours, make sure everyone knows who i belong to, hajime”. his cock twitches at the words, but before he could pick you up, you whisper “let me take care of you, for causing you all this stress” and he smiles at you. how could he get so luckily and get the most thoughtful and gorgeous girl in the world. you unbuckle his pants as he takes off his shirt.

hajime sits back against the headboard of his bed and you crawl between his legs. you take his cock into your hand and start to run your hand up and down his shaft. he smiles as he lets your hair, you couldn’t be happier. you lean down and take his tip into your mouth, while running the rest of your shaft between your hands, it being too big to fit into one of your hands. your tongue thumbs at his slit making him release a breathy moan, possibly the hottest thing you’ve ever heard. soon enough you take his whole cock into your mouth, the sounds he makes are sinful and get the warmth in your stomach pooling at your panties. you whine against him, which causes him to buck into your throat. as he reaches his end, he accidentally pushes your head down his cock and cums down your throat. but it’s okay, he’s your boyfriend, your everything.

he takes lift you face off of his cock and brings you to sit up on his lap. simply moving your panties aside while whispering “ride me, baby” against your ear. the sound of his voice makes you bite your lip. who were you to deny the best boyfriend?

you sink down on his cock and whine as he fills you up in all the right places. he rips open your button up and you whine at the ruined fabric, “hajime! that was my new uniform”, he states that he’d get you a new one, too unbothered to focus on your ruined shirt. hajime gets impatient and decides to start thrusting up to meet your hips, it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt. you bounce on his cock and he kneads both of your breasts that fit perfectly in his hands. using your breasts as leverage he hammers into your hips due to being impatient. your moans and his blending together with the headboard hitting the wall and the sound of your skin slapping against each other. “ah- hajime- fuck- right there! please don’t stop i’m- i’m so fucking close,” your whines get louder as he hammers against your sweet spot over and over. “fuck baby, at this rate you’re gonna milk me dry” he groans against your collarbone, giving it a light kiss. you cum on his cock and he cums deep inside your cunt, as if marking his territory. he laughs as you drop your head on his shoulder. “was that too much my love?”, “of course not iwa, with you it’s never too much”.

iwaizumi forgets entirely about being jealous and instead decides that even if he was, this was definitely a way he could combat that jealousy.

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mytragedyperson · 2 years

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Hey can anyone recommend some good haikyuu chatfics or social media AUs. They can be on any site and feature any ship that isn't incestuous.

Preferences:

Multiple ships (poly, romantic, platonic, monogamous, rare, common,etc).

All characters involved are / become friends

Mostly fluff and crack

Any angst is quickly resolved

Preferably chaotic

Kageyama and hinata aren't innocent (also applies for other characters who are treated like they're more innocent than they are)

Chaotic kageyama

Teasing but not bullying ( they all tease and joke around and make fun of each other but it's never centred on one person solely or more often)

They all playfully flirt and hype each other up

No toxicity

Can be AU or Canon compliant.

No x reader please.

Honestly I just want a haikyuu chatfic where they're all platonically in love with each other (romantically in love if they're dating) with minimal angst and it's just them being chaotic and loving each other and playfully flirting and making fun of each other. I'm not in an angst mood and honestly, chaotic fluffy crackish haikyuu chatfics are incredible, and I'm pretty sure one of my old favourites was taken down or deleted bc I can't find it anymore, and it had my favourite chaotic, slutty (I mean this affectionately not in a shaming way) kageyama and is what mad me realise I want more of this. He wasn't even slutty really like he only had sex with the people he was with, he just enjoyed sex but I suck at describing things.

On a similar note any fanfics with chaotic, slutty kageyama and preferably very little angst, of any kind please send.

Also I like most ships but I have a small soft spot for rare pairs and kageyama ships.

Also I don't really care if they start as one big friend group and all already know each other or if this is they're first time meeting or if they gradually get added over time.

Preferably focused on multiple ships.

Preferably lots of people

#haikyuu tobio #haikyuu #haikyuu hinata #haikyuu rarepair #haikyuu texts #haikyuu social media au #chaotic haikyuu #haikyuu au #karasuno #aoba josai #shiratorizawa #inarizaki #nekoma #fukurodani

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mangomochi-yn · 4 years

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lunch? [amazing duck]

aoba johsai. iwaizumi hajime x reader

tw. suggestive, cause cmon it’s iwaizumi

y/n brought some of the leftover duck home, it really was good though

but they didn’t woohoo until later tho, bad for digestion haji says

#iwaizumi hajime x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu crack #haikyuu smau #haikyuu x reader #aoba josai x reader #haikyuu iwaizumi hajime #haikyuu seijoh x reader #haikyu texts #haikyuu

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soranihimawari · 2 years

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Saturn's Rings

Word Count: 1.6 k + Pairing: Oikawa x reader Rating: SFW OTF (oikawa tooru fluff)//pining sort of//childhood acquaintances->strangers->lovers

You were seven years old when you first made a friend on the playground. Granted, as you played tag with your new friend, you could start sending new emotions. Probably because you had been reading a little too much bishonen manga your older cousin lends you. Regardless, it made for an interesting set of recess days when your second grade sensei calls home frequently saying you were probably going through a current phase as well as inferring you were watching samurai classics. This is why your babysitter, your aunt, decided to pick you up early from the elementary school to take you out for some ice cream. Apparently this was two hours ago, so after said ice cream was eaten, on your sugar induced high on the playground, you find the first boy who willingly chose not to be disgusted by your ‘cooties.’ Together you and your new compatriot ran to the top, hair bouncing in the wind, pretending to fly off into space.

“Oh my gosh! We’re so high up here on the spaceship!” you squeal, holding his hand, peering over the rope bridge of the ‘ship.’

“Mmhm! Where shall we go ‘xploring yn-chan?” his voice is kind and also curious. Never once had the pretty chestnut brown color of anyone’s eyes got you so amazed before in your young life. Nonetheless, you crossed your arms over your chest, closing your eyes until a thought popped into your head.

“Mars! We can totally look for aliens there Ru-kun!”

At the mention of aliens and making first contact, your new friend, whose name you eventually forget, makes swooshing noises to land the ship. You take your exit, the slide on the top connected to where you were peering over the wall of the top of the jungle gym. As the sun began to set, your respective care-takers call both your names.

“Auntie says I have to go now,” you frown, looking at your shoes.

“Okaa-san says I have to say bye now too,” he pouts.

You both hear your names being called again,this time on opposite ends of the swings. You don’t know how or why, but you whisper to him something about fate and if you were to meet again on Mars, you’d ask him to marry you. For seven year old kids who made friends on the playground in a suburb in Sendai, you and one OIkawa “Ru” Tooru stare into the unknown future with the most confident of faces.

As the years go by, your family grows–you’ve become an older sister to two twin little siblings by the time you’re eight–and when it’s time to take your entrance exams for high school, you find out you’re accepted into Aoba Josai. Granted, you really wanted to attend Shiratorizawa because your classmate, Satori Tendou, was rumored to get in based on his recommendation for the volleyball club, yet alas, you are not as talented as he. Though you exchange contact numbers, you do still text your best friend in middle school once in a while (read: throughout the summer). Nowadays, with those first two years under your belt, your siblings are attending middle school. By now, you were in the third year of high school. Within the walls of Aoba Josai, post opening ceremonies, you stand in front of the roster list, scouring for your name.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the crowd of young ladies surrounding the tall (and apparently most eligible bachelor) good looking volleyball captain. The same tuft of auburn brown hair swishes out now, for the life of you, you can’t recall the time you were seven, all those years ago, but you think it’s quite funny if the fates decide to have you in the same class. It’s not like you had trouble being in the same class as before, thanks to a biology and english project back in first year. Second year, though, is where plans sort of deviate again. You were asked to sit in for your friend who was the second manager for the boy’s volleyball club, mentioning they had to retake a test. In the second gym where practice was being held, you observe said captain take to the air as he practices his spikes a few more times post-warmups. His form was impeccable and you almost gasped because this ought to be a trick. In your mind, flashbacks from that one afternoon come flooding back. The young boy with eyes of chocolate with golden flecks grew up to be a powerful king; a true master of his court, if you will. There was just one problem: he did not remember you. At least not throughout practice that day, orany days afterward. Oh, and that little thing about fate right now at the start of your third year…?

“What class did you get into Oikawa?” one of the girls who had already given him a bag of sweets pressed, curious to see what the answer was.

He beams when he says the same class number as you. You were within ear shot when the third years in that circle of fans whine and complain about not getting into the same class as him–all except you because you stare right at your name on the roster board…under the same number as where the kanji of his name is written.

Currently, it is one month into the new school year. Oikawa has tried on several occasions to have you join him for lunch; his logic is the same as the rest of the third years on the volleyball team: find yourself a girl who is willing to act as your girlfriend to fend off the wolves. Iwazumi, his best friend, shook his head saying that would be a new low and, “who in their right mind would want to do that?” Cue you walking past the library to get past the gym where the canned coffee vending machine was. Your hair was in a strange space buns updo with glitter hair extensions, bags under your eyes were cleverly hidden by the concealer you wore that day since you stayed up late trying to sew your sibling’s buttons back on to their uniform blazer. Oikawa and the rest of his friend group were sitting underneath the tree by there, far enough to not be considered creepy, but not close enough to recognize any other defining qualities except for Hanamaki to suggest you.

“You’re in the same class as yn-san, right?” the middle blocker asks. “Why not ask her?”

The machine spits out your coffee and as you stifle a yawn, you pull the tab. You walk back toward your classroom completely emptying the can of its contents with a few gulps. Oikawa chooses to stay quiet for a little bit to let Hanamaki’s words settle in. Iwazumi knows the look his best friend gives as he watches Oikawa walk after you. The captain picks up his pace, ignoring everything about what Iwazumi had said.

The end of the school day approaches, the bell is about to ring while your teacher writes the assigned homework on the board. For whatever reason other than to annoy you, OIkawa has been seen (almost caught too) passing notes back and forth. The notes reach your desk, but you don’t read them. It is infuriating to him, yet he persists because there is a nagging feeling he knew you from somewhere–it’s bugging the hell out of him so much so that he even walks with you to the personal locker area before practice. A few of his fans,mostly ladies on campus, watch with envy as you walk side by side with him, exchanging a few words.

“This is my locker, thank you for walking me here Oikawa-san,” you have a warm smile on your face.

“No problem,” he chuckles nervously though you pretend you didn’t really hear it. “Yn?”

“Yeah?” you slide out your everyday boots from the locker and as you put them on, you hear him clear his throat.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Shoot.”

You tie your shoes and before you can stand, he chooses to crouch down to meet you at eye level.

“When you were a kid, did you play at Takemori Memorial Park?”

His voice, usually so full of confidence now is replaced with a rare shyness no one has heard in a long time. Your throat suddenly goes dry when you nod.

“Correct me if I’m wrong, but did we,” he points in the air between your bodies. “go to Mars?”

You stifle a laugh telling him it’s been ages since you wanted to find some aliens when he helps you rise to your feet. There is a beaming grin on both your faces when another, more practical beginning, part of your relationship takes off right where the childhood memory ends.

Friendship with each other eventually starts one weekend when you are invited to watch one of the early games. You stand in the bleachers with other supporters cheering loudly for every point (or disappointed whine when a spike was blocked); sure you’re also invited by one of the second year members to post game dinner because their captain seemed fond of you. At this admission from your underclassmen, you nod along saying you’d be delighted. So, perhaps your first unofficial official friend-date was with the boys volleyball club and rumor has it Oikawa Tooru took it upon himself to walk you home. Alone. You tell him you like watching him play and seeing how dedicated he is to leading a strong team. Although flattery carries you part of the way, you observe a small glow reflected in his cheeks as you digress saying Iwazumi’s spikes may be cool or watching Mattsun block a pipe is interesting, but watching him fly for a jump serve was amazing on its own.

“You’re just saying that because you find me attractive,” he says sticking his tongue out like a child.

You pause your steps, close your eyes and place a hand under your chin. You hum a bit when Oikawa turns to look at the familiar thinking face (it’s the same one from when you were seven).

“So what if I do pretty boy?” you tease, almost sprinting right by him trying to get to the next block of houses. You yell across your shoulder you’ll see him on Monday, totally ignoring the heat on your face.

A month goes by and in that month, you are called into the gym by Iwazumi. It’s been a grueling month of practices, schoolwork, and a few matches. Recently, you find Oikawa stressed out between grades and being on the team, yet during lunch, you try to appease his worries with some milkbread and tea. As of late, even with his adoring fans, according to Iwazumi who knew his friend the best, Oikawa seemed to be burning himself out: “enough to put the knee support back on, yn.” You close your personal locker, reassuring the ace you’ll talk to his captain.

Practice has since ended almost two hour ago when you snuck into the gym around seven thirty that evening. There were balls scattered everywhere, Oikawa was still breathing hard, massaging his knee after attempting another jump serve. He didn’t land wrong, he stretched properly before hand, so why was his knee acting up now? Practice was fine, he thought. You stand at the entrance of the gym, your arms folded over your chest witnessing your friend pushing himself further. Dedication is one thing, obsession another, yet you stand at the precipice of pushing him back a square step so he can rest.

“Oikawa,” you call out his name with a stern look. You aren’t upset, not in the slightest when you pick up a spare volleyball by your foot. You enter the gym with a calming aura.

“What’re you doing here?” He seems annoyed, so you excuse the attitude in his voice.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” you place the ball into the basket container. “But if you really want to know, Iwa asked me to come talk to you…”

He nods, but that turns into a wince when he bends down to pick up another ball.

“Sit down. I’ll clean up, ok?” you don’t reach out to help him, rather by you being here, you take charge in making sure he puts himself first. Is it selfish of you not to aid him to the bleachers? Sure, yet you wanted to teach him in a way, to take small steps. Oikawa saunters off to sit down, a slight limp as he goes to sit, watching you pick up and toss balls into the bin. Roughly twenty minutes later, the ball bin is locked up and the net is folded over the rods. You kneel in front of your old friend, an exasperated sigh escaping your lips.

“We’re worried about you,” is the first thing you say. Oikawa scowls. “Let me rephrase: Tooru, I’m worried about you.”

At this, he leans down seeming to have a change of heart. Pressing his forehead against yours, he frowns, admitting his own shortcomings especially after losing to Shiratorizawa (again). He wants to push himself further, he wants to be considered great without trying. You take a hand to his chest to push him off for a moment with a stern look in your in your eyes.

“You’re great, I know you are, so don’t stop here,” you smile gently. “Go and show the world someday, ok?”

He sniffles with a short whisper of your name on his lips. The scowl turns into a smug grin agreeing with you.

“Go change and I’ll walk you home,” you instruct. He chuckles a bit saying that was supposed to be his line. You help him up once you rise from the court. In the minutes that pass between him hitting the locker room and you texting Iwa, both you and oikawa come to a realization. Recalling something that Hanamaki said during team dinner: “Friends don’t look or even laugh with at each other like that. You think they know yet?”

On the walk back to his family home, both Oikawa and you are in-tuned to know why Hanamaki made that comment. Especially now when underneath the outside street lamp by the Oikawas’ mailbox, you share your first kiss with someone who means it. And though he holds your waist like he doesn’t want you to leave just yet. You peck his lips once more saying you don’t mind coming inside to watch that new planetary series with Neil deGrasse Tyson. At this, he laughed and it was reminiscent of the playground laugh that drew you initially to him.

“I might actually confess if you’re not careful, love,” Oikawa chuckles against your rosy cheek. His finger curls to gently trace your jawline. You roll your eyes asking if him kissing you just now doesn’t count as a confession. For you it did, for a majority of the team who found out at next practice, but for right now, you’ll choose to remind him that kisses like the one you’re about to give are a confession in their own right.

“So are you going to invite me in?” You judge his shoulder when standing now outside his front door. When oikawa unlocks the door, he announces he brought his new lover into the forger. The strawberry blush on your cheeks deepen when you shy away from his sister and his own mother who introduce themselves with a wave of comfort and understanding.

Now, when in the present, you pull him into you, breaking a fall with a meeting of your lips. Though brief, you part and you’re in his arms, wearing the best taupe and burgundy red outfit money could afford while Oikawa Tooru is in a fancy navy tailored suit. Perhaps you weren’t the first couple to be married on Mars, but tonight when surrounded by family and friends, you felt like you both were dancing on Saturn’s rings.

#sora scribbles 2022 #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #sora after hours

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Managing Volleyball Teams

Summary: These are just little scenarios for managing the teams in Haikyuu, I decided to make a little interesting for myself by adding a quote from Rick And Morty in each one but you don't have to have watched the show for these to make sense 😊

🌱 Aoba Josai

Quote is: “I’m sorry but your opinion means very little to me”

Honestly most of the time you just sat in on practice for the fun of it, Aoba Josai as a team didn’t really need you there, you were the one that made sure that all of their matches lined up and that all of them got enough rest that was all they needed from you as a manager.

The third years however thought that you worked to hard, you were in third year like them and while you made sure that they always had time for themselves they very rarely saw you doing something because you enjoyed it, your school work combined with being club manager left you very little time to do things that you actually liked doing or at least that was what they thought.

You were sitting in the corner of the gym with papers strewn around you as you scribbled things down after texting the manager Shiratorizawa and penciling in a practice match for a couple of weeks later, you heard the shout from the boys warning you of an incoming ball, you glanced up for a second before moving slightly to the left and letting the ball hit the wall and bounce back to them. A couple of seconds later a shadow cast over you and you glanced up to see Oikawa leaning over you “Can I help you?” You asked.

“Maybe.” He siad drawing out the word as he stepped to the side and then crouched next to you.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing?” You asked.

“coach wanted me to take a break because of my knee.” He answered.

“How is it?” You asked.

“It’s fine.” He dismissed the question before changing the subject “so do you have anything fun planned for the weekend?”

“What does it matter to you?” You asked.

“So no?” He asked as changed his position to sit cross legged. “We were going out to relax the night before the game, you want to come?”

“Busy.” You answered.

“Liar.” He smirked and you looked up to see that he had grabbed your unlocked phone and was scrolling through something. “People are going to start to think that your boring.”

“I’m sorry but you opinion means very little to me Oikawa.” You mumbled as you took your phone back from him and continued working.

“You tell him (Y/N)!” Iwaizumi yelled from his place across the gym while the other two third years laughed openly.

“So we’ll see you tomorrow then?” Oikawa asked.

“If I say yes will you leave me alone?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He agreed and you sighed.

“Fine I’ll see you tomorrow.” You mumbled as you pushed him away.

“Great!” He cheered before standing up and ruffling your hair, you glared at him and stuck your foot out as he walked off causing him to fall and the rest of hte third years erupted into laughter as Oikawa blushed.

“(Y/N) be careful with my star player!” Coach warned.

“Sorry coach !” You yelled back trying to mask your own laughter.

🛡 Date Tech

Quote is : “Are you writing this down, please be writing this down.”

Your team wasn’t at all crazy until you and Koganegawa joined the team, you both had an energy that you could say was missing from the team, you were both second years and excited to be there, you as a manager and Koganegawa as a first line player.

This was your first time at Nationals and you knew that the team had history here but you were new and everywhere that you looked there was something new, you hadn’t been their last year but you were here this year so when Aoba Josai beat your team they weren’t expecting to have ot literally pull you away from the Aoba Josai captain.

You eyes were narrowed as you looked at him, he smiled as he walked ober “can I help you?” He asked.

“Mmm oh no I was just wondering how someone like you could get a fan group like that.” You mumbled as you gestured the girls literally falling over themselves.

“We ask that every day kid.” Hanamaki called out from where he was standing and you glanced at him for a second before looking back at Oikawa.

“Next year we’re going to desimate your team.” You smirked as you put your hands in your pocket “are you writing this down, please be writing this down. We’re going to beat your team so badly that it doesn’t matter where you are you’ll hear about it.”

“Oh really?” Oikawa asked as he leaned over your smaller form.

“You bet.” You smirked, you were so invested in the staring contest that you didn’t feel Aone’s shadow fall over both of you, you didn’t notice him until he put his hand on your head, you looked up to see who was behind you and smiled your whole attitude changing as you looked at him “is it time to go?”

“Mmm.” He hummed as he turned you away from Oikawa who smirked as he watched you leave with your team seeming like a completely different person.

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Koganegawa cheered as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“What are you talking about he’s not that scary.” You shrugged as you glanced back at the court that you were all just on.

“You need to never do that again!” Futakuchi warned as he nervously looked around.

“You worry too much.” You waved him off.

“Be careful.” Aone warned before walking towards the exit of the stadium, everyone looked at him then you before following him.

“Come on.” Koganegawa prompted you pulling you by the wrist towards the school bus.

🦉 Fukurodani

Quote is : “To Live Is To Risk It All; Otherwise, You're Just An Inert Chunk Of Randomly Assembled Molecules Drifting Wherever The Universe Blows You...”

You weren’t at the beginning of the Training Camp, you had a few things that you needed to do before coming down so you made an agreement with the coach that you would show up later than the rest of the team, everyone could see that Bokuto was having trouble focusing all day but no one apart from the team really knew what the problem was.

Later that evening you arrived, you knew where Bokuto and Akaashi would be at that time, they would still be training so you went to the gym that they were in “Bokuto! Catch!” You yelled as you run at him jumping at the last moment.

“(Y/N)!” He cheered as he caught you.

“(Y/N) you were supposed to call us so that we could meet you at the station and help you carry your stuff.” Akaashi reminded you and you shrugged.

“To live is to rist it all; Otherwise, you’re just an inert chunk of randomly assembled molecules drifting where ever the universe blows you…” You said dramatically and while placed you back on the ground Akaashi rolled his eyes.

“We were just talking about you bags.” He sighed and you giggled.

“Don’t worry I managed.” You assured him before you heard an unmistakable chuckle from behind you.

“(Y/N) I thought that you weren’t coming, I was worried.” Kuroo teased and you turned and smirked.

“You know that I wouldn’t miss my team wiping the floor with yours.” You goaded him.

“Well Bokuto can’t even score a point in this practice match let alone a real one.” Kuroo informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“Bokuto is my champion, you can get one for me right?” You asked as you turned back to the ace of the team.

“You know it!” He cheered as threw his hands up in the air. “Come on Akaashi we have to get a point for (Y/N)!”

“Just one?” Akaashi asked lazily and you laughed as you walked over to the benches.

“Let’s start with one.” You confirmed as you settled to watch them practice.

🦊 Inarazaki

Quote is: “You don’t know anything about my story.”

You were supposed ot be the new manager, you were younger than most of the team members but you didn’t let that stop you from surprising them all with you sassy comebacks, they were mostly in response to Atsumu who was constantly trying to get under your skin.

One afternoon they were all practicing, you were sitting and watching them coach was talking about needing them all to practice serving “I can receive on the other side.” You said and the coach looked over at you and raised an eyebrow.

“You can?” He asked.

“I can.” You nodded.

“Yeah maybe some of the other guys but I bet you can’t receive mine.” Atsumu smirked and you looked at him and frowned.

“What makes you think that?” You asked.

“No volleyball star story starts in the managers chair.” He smirked.

“You don’t know anything about my story.” You stood up and rolled your shoulder as you took off the blazer and changed your shoes. “Try me.” You watched as he got ready silence completely taking over the gym as everyone watched, you were ready to move at a moments notice, you took a deep breath as you watched the ball instead of him, waiting to see what direction it went before committing to one yourself, the ball came towards you at a speed but you still managed to receive it though it did take some doing.

“You…”

“I used to be on the girls team in middle school, I injured my shoulder so I can’t play anymore, the closest I can get to the game now is being a manager, the girls team wasn’t looking for a manager so here I am.” You explained and he smirked as he looked at you through the net.

“Now I know everything about your story.” He teased and you narrowed your eyes.

“Whatever, get out of the way the rest of the team need to practice.” You mumbled, Osamu was the next one up.

“Thank you.” He said as he looked directly at you and you frowned.

“What?” You asked.

“For crushing my brother.” He answered and you looked at him and rolled your eyes.

“You two are ridiculous.” You informed him and he shrugged before serving, you moved to stop his serve while hearing someone else say:

“You haven’t seen the worst of it.” And you believe them.

🐦 Karasuno

Quote is: “School is not a place for smart people”

You happened to be one of those people who was passing all of their classes even though you were hardly ever present for any of them and by that I mean that you were sitting there but your mind was always somewhere else.

All of the team knew this but still Kageyama and Hinata asked you to tutor them, you accepted immediately and everyone else was worried that they were going to fail everything because they were sure that you never listened and assumed that you were just lucky when it came to exams.

You were all sitting in the gym on the day that you were all getting you results of course your were perfect and Sugawara was again raking in money for being the only one to bet that you would pass everything however the main event was waiting for Kageyama and Hinata to get there, the gym doors were kicked open and you looked over and smiled as Hinata raced over to you waving a test paper in your face “I passed!” He cheered and you never smiled wider in your life.

“Kageyama?” You asked and he looked over at you.

“I passed.” He informed you.

“But?” You asked.

“I scored higher than he did.” Hinata cheered and before you could say anything else the setter was chasing the shorter middle blocker around the gym.

“How did you manage that?” Tsukishima asked.

“What?” You asked.

“They couldn’t learn anything in school, how did you teach them?” He asked and you looked at him and shrugged.

“School is not a place for smart people.” You answered.

“This one isn’t.” Tsukishima muttered as he watched the two idiots run around the court.

“Don’t be mean.” You warned and he rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.” He dismissed you comment as he got up ready to start practice, as Diachi tried to get the other two to focus.

“Hey (Y/N)! Come and get your two idiots to focus!” Diachi yelled and you laughed before standing up.

“Carrot top! Milk Boy! Get your crap together it’s time to volleyball!” You yelled.

“And she’s the one that passed with flying colours.” Tsukishima muttered.

🐈‍⬛ Nekoma

Quote is: “_____ is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it”

Kuroo, Kenma, Yamamoto, Lev and Yaku had stayed behind to practice more and what that meant is Yaku was making Lev do drills while Kuroo was blocking spikes from Yamamoto that Kenma had set. You walked back into the gym with some food that you had gotten them as a reward for all of their hard work “Here you go boys!” You yelled putting the food on the benches as you sat down with your own share.

“Lev your not done yet!” Yaku yelled as he attempted to leave to get his own food.

“(Y/N).” Lev whined buti t was almost like you didn’t even hear him.

“Are you really going to ignore him?” Kuroo asked.

“Your the captain.” You reminded him.

“But we all know that Yaku literally only respects you.” Kuroo argued.

“Look Lev is just a hyper-emotional needy little what’s the word I’m looking for… Human, I can tolerate it but I can’t give a crap about it” You explained as you continued to eat your food.

“Did she just forget the word for human?” Yamamoto asked.

“Mmhm.” Kenma hummed as he continued to eat, you managed to hold it for like 5 seconds before you burst out laughing.

“Yaku stop it, let the child eat!” You yelled as Lev rushed over.

“Your too easy on him.” Yaku complained as he came to sit with you.

“And you are too hard on him.” You argued.

“At least Mum and Dad aren’t fighting.” Kuroo commented with smirk.

“They aren’t but they might be about to kill the wierd uncle.” You threatened as threw a pen at the back of his head and he just smirked.

“Alright everyone back to work!” You ordered as you saw that most of them had finished eating and they all groaned as you shrugged.

“Blame your smart mouthed captain.” You shrugged as they all turned to glare at Kuroo and you rolled your eyes with a small laugh. “We don’t have to stay for that much longer, just a couple more hours and then your all free to go.”

“To soft.” Yaku muttered.

“Stop critizing me and get back to work.” You grumbled before pushing him back towards Lev.

🦅 Shiratorizawa

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time”

The whole team knew that you could be obsessive in your behaviours and it was never worse then when it got to exam time, they would see that you distracted yourself from the pressure of exams by helping them in any way that you could.

Tendou and Ushijima realised that you weren’t there the moment that they walked into the gym and after some asking around they found that the last place that anyone had seen you was in the library, Tendou texted you asking if you were okay and within 30 minutes you were running through the gym doors apologising. “Why are you apologising?” Tendou asked as he walked over looping his arm around your shoulder.

“I’m late.” You answered.

“You don’t have to be at every practice.” Tendou reminded you and you looked at him and shrugged but he stopped when he finally got a look at you. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” You answered rubbing your eyes before stretching and turning towards the team on the court.

“Did you sleep last night?” Semi asked making you jump as you turned to look at him.

“What, so everyone is supposed to sleep every night now? You realise that nighttime makes up half of all time.” You complained and he just raised his eyebrow.

“It’s important to get 8 hours of sleep every night.” Ushijima informed you and you rolled your eyes.

“There is no teen apart from you that gets 8 hours sleep every night.” You argued and Tendou chuckled under his breath as you turned to him.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked.

“You need some rest.” Tendou informed you and you narrowed your eyes at him.

“So do you.” You informed him.

“How about we get some rest together?” He asked.

“Tendou.” Ushijima warned and you looked at him and sighed.

“You guys should get back to practice.” You gestured the court. They did go nback to practice but they all kept an eye on you until the end of training when Tendou gave you a piggy back ride all the way to your room and they all stayed talking and messing around, they only left when they were sure that you were actually sleeping.

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Haikyuu!! Powers Au LORE (+Dorms)

This universe takes place where a percentage of earth’s population are filled with people who have powers. These powers are called “Gifts”, and the people who can use gifts are called the “Gifted”. Gifts are more common in teenagers and young adults than any other age groups, because of this their gifts are hard to control and are still developing. Sadly, Gifted are discriminated against humanity due to the fear and stigma where they might take over the “common person”. Because of this, if you are a gifted, the best solutions to life is if you hide your gift forever, or turn your self in. There are some places Gifted can go, like institutions, where they can learn how to control or suppress their gifts. There are also some more drastic things that could happen, if you don’t hide or turn yourself in, like being reported. When that happens, half of the time, because Gifted are still very new to society, people might call the wrong people to take in the Gifted. These types of people could be government officials, who take in gifted to a facility where they’ll spend their days training them to be a weapon; then there are Hunters, which are bounty hunters who catch gifted teens and adults for illegal stuff like human trafficking and “Black Ring” performances, or just straight up kill them for money; and finally those random crazy people, who will use Gifted to their advantage like manipulate them and make them into villains or experiment on the like lab rats.

Luckily, our kids are all safe in the “Nisshoku” Institution. Originally this institution was owned by a lazy headmaster, nicknamed as “the Warden” by the students who attended there. He didn’t really care about the children’s needs and only cared if they weren’t using their gifts. This beginning Institution only had dormitories with a small school building and equally terrible staff. The ones who were at this institution were Karasuno, Nekoma, Aoba Johsai and Nohebi. Eventually they got four new dorms where Fukurodani, Johzenji, Shiratorizawa, and Dateko now reside. Recently, just when Shiratorizawa was granted access and permission to live at the institution, the headmaster was fired and a new headmistress was appointed. (This is my Coach oc for my own HQ!! Oc Team, aka Nisshoku, she goes by her first name so we’ll call her just that) Headmistress Miyako was really a life changer, with her in charge, they completely got a new staff, (which includes a lot of the other coaches and Kiyoko!) new classrooms, new dorms, and even new students. Here, Miyako was changing the institution into an actual school where the students live there can learn to control their Gifts and hopefully one day, integrate back into society.

||DORMS UNDER CUT||

I know what all of you are really here for so I’ll just give a brief rundown of the dorms:

Every dorm is filled with kids who have similar experiences! This was because of the Warden’s laziness, if a student had a similar past he just put them into whatever dorm fits.

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Karasuno- People who were reported and turned in to the institution ((and oddly enough, a lot of the members in Karasuno were also abandoned, never noticed that until right now))

Nekoma- Gifted teens who turned themselves in ((Originally Kuroo was actually part of the Nohebi dorm but that will be saved for a later time... unless you ask, who knows))

Aoba Johsai/Seijoh- Gifted teens who were attacked/traumatized by other people ((I’m a sucker for angst, so why not give it to the angstiest team))

Fukurodani- Gifted Teens who killed people and were finally captured and turned in. ((Nothing much too say really, I just wanted to let Komi loose))

Shiratorizawa- An entire government facility that Miyako luckily got to before a lifetime of imprisonment came to them

Dateko- Another institution was being taken down so Miyako agreed to take in the group of kids, these kids been passed on from institution to institution, a lot of them have separation anxiety because of it :’)

Johzenji- A group of lab rescues, they all come from the same lab, which was sadly one of the worst

Nohebi- If you committed a crime/been to jail, that’s it- some of them been framed, but they’re so used to taking that blame they don’t fight back anymore

If you want anymore information, I’m always willing to share about my Aus!! ((You just have to ask, I’m really stupid so I wont know what someone would want to know, so if you can, please ask straightforwardly!!))

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