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emmyrosee · 3 months

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Bokuto brainrot pls??🥹🥹

Kotarou is horrible at slow dancing. It’s comedic how bad he is.

In the refrigerator light, he’s holding you close to his chest, one hand holding yours in a gentle lead, the other cradling the back of your head. He’s stepped on your toes and tripped on your cat, little “sorry!”’s passing his lips each time he does. There’s a smell of cookies in the air, ones that are rising in the oven, and the refrigerator light casts shadows that mimic your movements perfectly.

His face is chiseled in the moonlight, sharp and godlike, his gaze is gentle as he stares down at you. He’s always looking at you, and it’s always with the same adoration and love in his golden pools that you love to get lost in.

“You’re bad at this,” you giggle, angling your head up to look at him.

He smiles down at you, bright teeth so perfect and smile so comforting you could live seeing it forever, and he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Maybe we just need to do this more, then,” he hums sweetly. “Get me some practice in.”

You giggle and rise on the balls of your feet to kiss him, grateful when his massive frame bends down to meet you halfway.

“Maybe we do.”

“I love you.”

“I love you so much, Kourarou.”

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neomeza · 3 years

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Stay With Me

Bokuto x Reader

You sighed, closing your eyes as you listened to the song on your record player replay for what felt like the 100th time. Slumping against your bed frame you huffed, looking around your room for something to occupy yourself with.

Your eyes land on your phone.

That’ll do, I guess

You took your phone off it’s charger, making sure it was at a decent percentage. You opened a random app, closing it soon after. You repeated this action, still not finding a cure to your boredom, you sighed again.

Just as you were about to put your phone down, it rang. You answered.

“Hello-”

“Hey! Y/N! How’re you? What’re you doing?” An eager voice asked you.

“Nothing...” You trailed off with a sigh.

The voice on the phone was your boyfriend, Bokuto. Your go-to person for solving your boredom.

He was a nice boy, very sensitive, very loving. He’d always give you some of his lunch, always walk you to class, always told you he loved you.

You almost felt bad, knowing you don’t feel the same. You just didn’t have the heart to tell him.

“Hey, Bokuto,” You cut him off.

“Do you...think you can come over?” You looked to the side, biting your lip.

“Of course! I’ll be there in ten!”

Bokuto nuzzled into your neck, breathing in.

“Y/N” He breathed out, wrapping his hands around your waist.

“Yes, Bokuto,”

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Yes, Bokuto,”

You smiled, you loved this feeling. This feeling of companionship Bokuto gave you.

In that moment, you were unsure if you knew how you really felt about Bokuto. You appreciated him, sure, but not to the extent you could say it was love.

“Y/N,” Bokuto breathed out your name once more, this time with more sorrow in his tone.

He sat up, pulling his arms from your waist.

“I have to get going, I have practice in a few minutes.” He sheepishly grinned.

Your eyebrows furrowed. He couldn’t go just yet, not now. You wanted to say something, but you couldn’t find the words.

As Bokuto got closer to your door, you tried to find something to say.

“Bokuto, wait, I-”

He turned around, his amber eyes meeting yours.

Then you realized, you were sure.

No, you didn’t love Bokuto. But you did infact love the way he made you feel, loved. With him you had a companion. Someone to cure you of your boredom, your loneliness.

You didn’t love Bokuto, not in the way he seemed to love you.

Even so you wanted him to stay, his warm embrace, his compliments, his confessions of love.

You wanted his comfort to stay.

“Stay with me, please.”

#haikyuu angst #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x you #bokuto x reader #bokuto x you #bokuto x y/n #bokuto kourarou #bokuto angst #bokuto fluff #bokuto imagines #haikyuu fukurodani #fukurodani #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#haikyuu anime

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cloudy-rainn · 3 years

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hi could i pls request a matchup for hq and aot? i'm an infj aquarius and i'm a heterosexual female. my love language is physical touch and giving (cooking, surprises, etc.) i'm usually quiet and i'm always the one who is listening in a friend group. i'm 162cm with brown hair shoulder length and hazel eyes. half japanese half australian too! my hobbies are to draw, dance, and sing. i love rainy days.

ahh of course love! hopefully you like it!

i match you up with BOKUTO KOUTAROU!

- i just know when bokuto first laid eyes on you, it was love at first sight. of course he was the one that approached you first. he may or may have not forgot how to formulate sentences and muttered out incoherent words, which to his surprise made you laugh.

- after that first encounter bokuto started hanging around you more, then he couldn't hold back his feelings anymore and confessed to you.

- this man is attached to you. like literally. you can't leave him alone for more than five seconds. even if you don't talk to him, your presence brings him immense joy.

- during a match he will always check to see if you are there. you are like his lucky charm. if you were unable to attend that day he will go emo mode :(

- even though he is a himbo and doesn't really know much, he will attentively listen to you, with the most love-stricken eyes when you talk about philosophical topics.

- he knows you love painting therefore for your birthday he painted a portrait of you. (he didn't even ask akaashi for help)

- he will ABSOLUTELY dance with you in the rain (mans doesn't care if he catches a cold smh)

- he find comfort in your hugs. we all know bokuto tends to have his moods and you're one of the few people that are able to console him quickly. as soon as you wrap your arms around him he immediately forgets what was bothering him and relishes the warmth of your body.

- a lot of study dates. which usually end up with bokuto sleeping and you actually studying. sometimes you have to bribe him with kisses in order to just open the textbook.

- will definitely teach you how to play volleyball. he's your biggest fan.

- will definitely show you off to the rest of his team and kuroo but then gets upset when someone compliments you. please reassure him that you love him and only him.

- expect tremendous amounts of hugs, cuddles and kisses from him. he cannot go a day without them.

- in conclusion, he is a total simp.

i match you up with JEAN KIRSCHTEIN!

- okay hear me out on this one. jean can be an irritating mf but he's only ever affectionate and caring with you.

- you two would definitely be the childhood friends to lovers trope. because for jean, i feel it'll take him a while before he is able to let his walls down and show his true colours.

- you were shit scared when he decided to join the survey corps. you never exactly knew what really was going on the other side of the walls and constantly feared for his safety. he would always reassure you, telling you no titan will be able to separate him from you.

- he always writes back when you send him letters. and it's not any slapdash kind of letter. as you read it you can pick up the different aspects in which shows he spent a lot of thought and time on it.

- this mf is an attention-seeker. i just know he'll deliberately act all lovey-dovey with you in front of the other members just to piss them off.

- connie and sasha LOVE YOU! (and they also wonder what a beautiful and intelligent girl is doing with this horse boy-)

- whenever he comes back from a mission he always makes sure to sit down with you and intensely explain everything that happened. (also you definitely know all the gossip, mf can't shut his mouth).

- even though he is in the survey corps and it takes up most of his time, he'll always find the time to be with you.

- his absolute favourite thing he love that you do is when you sing while slowly running your hand through his hair. your voice makes him feel nostalgic and it brings him comfort.

- after an argument he would be the first one to apologize. it makes his heart feel heavy inside when he knows that you're upset with him. he can't stand to see you in that state.

- yea this man is gonna tease you a lot, be prepared.

#aot #haikyuu #matchups #matchup #aot matchup #haikyuu matchup #anime matchups #jean kirschtein #bokuto #bokuto kourarou #jean aot #bokuto haikyuu

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artbykays · 4 years

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Incorrect Haikyuu quotes my friends have said

Kuroo: I would date you if he doesn’t

Bokuto: Bro 🤧🥺

Kuroo: Bro 😤❤️✨

Bokuto: BROOO

Kuroo: Bro

#haikyuu #haikyuu incorrect quotes #kuroo #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto #bokuto haikyuu #bokuto kourarou #kuroo haikyuu

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prideandpre-draws · 5 years

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all of this bokuto lore has me in a haikyuu mood so here's mermay bokuto four months early

#bokuto kourarou #haikyuu!!#my art #i might eventually draw a ba kground but all i can think of is cliche shipwrecks and stuff

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melancholymusicbox · 4 years

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Every black girl loves reading fics and seeing race specific descriptions. It makes them realize that their fave probably doesn't like black women, especially when their fave is a male. I forgot how undesirable I was for a minute there.

Sorry, I forgot that I'm not a favorable race or complexion.

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softchako · 7 years

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tagged by @katsuhra @kaiyochins and @kousseii thank you so much and sorry if this is a little late!!

Rules: answer the 20 questions and tag 20 amazing followers you would like to get to know better.

Name: nea

Nickname: smol baby, hoe, and asswipe

Zodiac sign: gemini!

Height: 160 cm

Orientation: yes.

Ethnicity: white

Favourite fruit: hmm this is hard bc i love fruits...either grapes, watermelon or cherries!

Favourite season: i have love/hate relationship with every season askfhei but maybe very early autumn??

Favourite book series: i dont have one!

Favourite flower: peonies and also roses!

Favourite scent: i loveee floral scents and also tropical scents!

Favourite colour: light grey, dusty rose and bright red!

Coffee, tea or cocoa: coffee! but lately i have started to drink more tea too

Average sleep hours: hmmm i’d say 7-8 hours?

Cat or dog person: dogs dogs dogs!! cats are cute too but i have been around dogs my whole life ;v;

Favourite fictional characters: hitoka yachi, oikawa tooru, iwaizumi hajime, kuroo tetsurou, bokuto kourarou, nishinoya yuu, uraraka ochako, midoriya izuku, bakugou katsuki, eraser head, kirishima eijirou, minami kotori, kurasawa dia, sakurauchi riko...those are probably not even all!!

Number of blankets you sleep with: one but if i’m sick or its cold then two!

Dream trip: berlin, budapest and korea!

Blog created: uhhh..april 2015! but i have been on tumblr since 2012

Number of followers: 6,800+ and i’m honestly?? loss at words??? i love every single one of you and honestly i’m just amazed asklfhaklh

i’m tagging @pdaclouds @zunyism @yousororo @allenzwalker @tobsioos @glowgorl @momotaroou @misakarose

#asjkfha i rly wanted to tag people that i want to get to know better and who i find cute!!#you don't have to do this ofc ♥#replies #tagged #long post

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junjunkii · 7 years

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BokuAka fic WIP

Your overused yet beloved florist-and-tattoo parlour trope but with a spicy modern magic twist. I think I’m gonna call it Blackberry Promenade 👌also I apologize in advance for the hella long post if you’re on mobile bc tumblr is shit and read more sometimes doesn’t work on here apparently

Akaashi Keiji makes things grow. It’s a fact of life. A lot of lives, actually, since he runs the ramshackle plant nursery on the corner of Wax and Ruthord.

Thing is, he’s one of those with that green-thumb kind of magic. He’s always been able to make plants grow like crazy. As a kid, he’d come home in the spring with the dandelion seeds caught in his hair bursting into yellow in the blink of an eye, he couldn’t play in his own backyard without making the grass need to be mowed twice a day, and sometimes, if they were fresh enough, he could make the cherry tomatoes in his salad take root right there in the dining room table.

Keiji needed an outlet. So his moms started buying him plants, letting him use his own money to expand his garden once he had a rather sizable collection. He always had a soft spot for succulents and how quickly he could make them grow without dehydrating them. They were soft yet waxy, and when he had bad days he could be uncovered up in the attic, blanketed by twisting and twining coils of aloe vera.

Sometimes it got out of control. But he doesn’t like to think about those times, and besides, he’s got it down now.

The brambles blooming from his skull serve enough of a reminder.

But anyway. Now is not the time to be reminiscing about his childhood. Keiji’s got a new neighbor across the street. Owl facts extraordinaire. Rather explosive. Headache-inducing, for sure, but so sweetly sincere Keiji hasn’t been able to quite get enough of him.

Bokuto Kourarou. Newest employee of the local tattoo parlour, Catte Black, and a regular loiterer at Keiji’s nursery, Aloe. Also hot. So hot. Like a tamale or something.

Keiji’s never had a tamale.

He’s also never had someone quite like Bokuto.

He does wish Bokuto would maybe buy something during his visits for once, instead of chattering on about his owl familiars and how wonderful they are with getting hard-to-find potions ingredients for him (it’s his hobby, and he’s very passionate about it). Bokuto chatters a lot. It’s not something Keiji is necessarily used to, but he finds himself yearning for it when he’s closed up for the night. Truthfully, he’d been rather lonely until Bokuto showed up- even in a huge city like this, friendships are hard for Keiji to find and maintain. Everyone just seems to demand so much more than Keiji is willing to give.

Bokuto, though… Bokuto is so easily satisfied it’s almost alarming. All Keiji needs to do, he realizes quickly, is listen to him. Bokuto wilts when he’s ignored, which is why, Keiji suspects, he spends so much time at the nursery, because Keiji loves listening to Bokuto talk. Could do it for hours at a time. Probably already has, actually.

There’s just something grounding about the guy (even though his constantly windswept hair makes him look like he’s about to take to the skies at a moment’s notice). Something that Keiji has been quietly wanting and waiting for his entire life. He doesn’t know what it is, just that he loves having Bokuto around, and wants to keep it that way for a long time.

One day Keiji finds himself at Catte Black on his day off. Konoha and Kozume, his only employees, had effectively shoved him back out the door when he had tried to enter (Kozume’s telekinesis may or may not have been involved in that particular act).

“You never take a break!” Konoha chided, crossing his arms and filling up the narrow doorway. “You’re going to run yourself into the ground, Akaashi, come on. Go out and let loose a little!”

“I need to tend to my plants!” Keiji protested. A little shiver of unease squirmed low in his gut.

“You’ll see them tonight when you come home,” Konoha said, flippantly waving his hand at him. “Now shoo.”

It’s true, Keiji lives right above the nursery and sees his plants every single day, but he still felt out of his element. “At least let me get my wallet and things,” he tried.

A black shoulder bag floated lazily over Konoha’s head. “Here you go.” Kozume’s voice drifted out behind it.

Keiji tried to glare at him but a snickering Konoha was still all he could see. He shoved the strap over his shoulder and huffed. “Guess I’ll go shop around.” He rolled his eyes. The brambles twitching on the crown of his head felt itchy. He absently scratched off a tiny bud, and it immediately uncurled into a perfectly pink little blackberry flower in the palm of his hand.

Keiji froze. Konoha seemed to know what was up, and called over his shoulder, “Yo, Kozume! Get his hat!”

Keiji’s floppy blue sunhat hurried out straight into his hands, and he gratefully smashed it onto his head, covering the mess his mistakes had planted in him. “Thank you,” he sighed.

“Yeah, no problem.” And now Konoha is watching him far too carefully, so Keiji abruptly turns heel and begins to walk along Wax, pretending to window shop but not having the slightest intention of doing so. He’s distracted, wondering how his plants are doing with him so far away, if Konoha and Kozume are taking the utmost care of them, if there’s going to be some unprecedented amount of customers and if he needs to be there and if his plants-

He pauses in front of a glittering display of leopard-print lingerie with magic-powered, moving decorative wings on the back of the bra. Maybe Konoha was right, and he really does need to loosen up. He blinks. The panties two feet from his face morph into a tiger stripe pattern. Keiji wrinkles his nose. He probably doesn’t need to be that loose. He keeps walking.

Unless… does he? What exactly is he looking for out here, if nothing more than a distraction? But he doesn’t think morphing panties are exactly-

-oh!

Keiji nearly smacks himself in the face. How could he have been so stupid? Bokuto’s right across from the nursery! Keiji can just go visit him!

He does a full 180, walking briskly back the way he came, almost running over someone’s sniffy-nosed daughter in his haste. He doesn’t apologize, because both of them take one look at the scars criss-crossing his face and hands and recoil.

The one-handed grip on his bag strap turns into two. Just ignore it, he reminds himself firmly. They don’t know anything.

Keiji gets almost a two-second glimpse of the sleek black-and-red interior of Catte Black before something very feathery and very angry launches itself at his sunhat.

He yelps and hastily scrabbles to grab at it with both hands, dropping to crouch in a tight ball on the floor at the same moment that someone screeches “JELLYBEAN!” at the top of their lungs.

Needless to say he is thoroughly disoriented by the time the shrieking mess of bird is removed from his head. Luckily, though, he doesn’t seem to be hurt. His attacker apparently was more concerned with scaring him than doing him any actual harm.

“Jellybean, I told you, you can’t rush at someone just because they have a big hat, big hats are not threatening-”

Keiji shakily stands up as someone chastises the irritably hooting bird and comes nearly face to face with none other than Bokuto Koutarou.

“And don’t give me that look, I- oh!” Bokuto stops in the middle of his sentence, mouth hanging open. Then he excitedly straightens out his back, grinning wide- the barn owl squawks as it nearly tumbles off his gloved arm. He deftly dodges the wing thrusted straight at his nose. “Akaashi! What are you doing here?”

“Day off.” Keiji hasn’t let go of his hat, and won’t quite look away from the owl either. “So this is the notorious Jellybean.” He’s heard a lot about her skittishness towards strangers. Bokuto said that she loves him, though.

She bites Bokuto’s ear. He continues chattering as if this did not happen.

Keiji stares.

“Um. Akaashi? You still with me here?”

His ear is bleeding. “Shouldn’t you get that taken care of?” Keiji asks, fairly concerned. He finally drops one hand to point at the injury.

“What?” Bokuto raises his free hand to pat at his ear, then brings his fingers, slick with blood, back to his line of sight. He blinks.

Then he’s off all at once, forcibly shaking Jellybean off his arm and tearing away the thick leather to free both hands. “Jelly!” he cries. “That’s my bad ear and you know it!” He trips over the front desk, where Keiji is startled to see a man sitting back languidly in the rolling chair, feet crossed at the ankles and hanging over the edge of the dark cherrywood. Keiji didn’t even notice him.

The man uncrosses his feet and slides open a drawer, tossing a small crinkled tube of something at Bokuto with a certain catlike grace. He doesn’t even look, just keeps tapping away at his phone.

Bokuto catches it without looking either.

Keiji wonders exactly how prone Jellybean is to biting, or how prone Bokuto himself is to injury.

By the time Keiji tears his gaze away from the admittedly attractive man at the desk, who hasn’t paid either of them the slightest actual attention, Bokuto has already slathered his ear in bright blue salve.

Keiji finds himself staring yet again. “Uh, what-?”

“Oh, the ointment?” Bokuto interrupts excitedly (he tosses it to the texting man, who catches it and shoves it back in the drawer- all without looking). “Kuroo helped me make it! He’s an amazing chemist!”

“Stop, Bo, you’re making me blush,” Desk-Man drawls, finally looking up and grinning at the both of them. Oh, so this is Kuroo. His mouth slants way over to one side and his eyes glitter a dangerous kind of gold. Keiji feels a shiver slip down his spine and straightens up, hyperaware of the nervous curl and release of the blossoms beneath his floppy blue hat.

“Good afternoon, Kuroo,” Keiji greets evenly. “Bokuto speaks very highly of you.” He’s not lying. Bokuto squeaks loudly.

“Chill,” Kuroo says, and first Keiji thinks it’s a response to Bokuto’s high-pitched exclamation, but then Kuroo locks gazes with him and raises his eyebrows. “Put the magic away, I’m not dangerous.”

Keiji stiffens.

Bokuto looks curiously between the two of them. “Akaashi? Kuroo? What’s going on?”

Kuroo narrows his eyes. “What’s under your hat?”

Keiji inhales sharply. Everything around him seems to redden and dim. He can feel how tightly he’s gripping his bag strap, can feel it digging into his palms. But he can’t feel the pain of it.

His scars buzz.

Bokuto immediately recognizes the wide-eyed panic of a cornered Akaashi Keiji and firmly steps in between them, crossing his arms and staring down at Kuroo. “Hey,” he says. Sharp. “Stop intimidating Akaashi.”

Kuroo lifts his eyes to Bokuto’s resolute expression, then drifts away back down to his phone. “My bad.”

Keiji shoots a glare at him and scoffs under his breath.

Kuroo looks back up, running a hand through his already messed-up hair. “I am sorry,” he says, and finally sounds sincerely apologetic. “I’m a bit suspicious by nature. Had quite a few run-ins with unusually powerful magicians in the past, probably severely traumatized by it, blah blah blah.” He glances at a particularly deep gash right under Keiji’s left eye. “I’m just trying to keep everyone safe here. You understand, right?”

“I do,” Keiji says quietly, and breaths out slowly, loosening his white-knuckled grip on his bag. “And unfortunately this is not something I can just put away.” Kuroo’s eyes are far too bright. He doesn’t blink. “You understand, right?”

Kuroo seems almost surprised before snorting and swiveling around to finally stand up. He’s tall. “I like this guy,” he declares.

And that’s that.

Another employee slips into the front room, peeling off plastic gloves and absently clicking a tongue piercing against their teeth. Keiji can hear it clearly from well over five feet away.

“Ah, you must be Akaashi Keiji,” they say, looking him up and down. “Bo won’t shut up about you.”

Akaashi flushes. “Is- is that so,” he tries to say calmly, but it comes out a bit staggered. Tongue-tied.

“T-Terushima!” Bokuto stutters, red-faced.

The employee- Terushima- ignores him. “You here for a tattoo? Piercing? Tour? Boyfriend?”

“I’m just visiting Bokuto on my day off,” Keiji says.

“So boyfriend then,” Terushima concludes. Keiji opens his mouth to protest but they bulldoze right over him. “I’ll give you a tour then, if you’re going to be visiting more often you might as well know your way around.”

Akaashi opens and closes his mouth, not sure which point to refute first.

Kuroo rolls his eyes. “Just humour them, would ya? They want to show off their work to you.”

Akaashi looks to him hesitantly. “Why?”

Kuroo grins. “Well, you’re pretty cute, aren’t you?”

Keiji freezes, mouth clacking shut. Then he turns on his heel and storms right out the door.

It swings shut.

There is silence.

“What did you do that for?” Bokuto wails.

“I didn’t know he was going to react like that!” Kuroo snaps, but he’s already opened the door and is making his way down the sidewalk to where Keiji is stalking away with the tensest back muscles Kuroo has ever seen.

“Akaashi- hey- Keiji, hold up, I’m sorry if I upset you-” Kuroo reaches out to grab Keiji’s shoulder but thinks better of it, and decides to swiftly step in front of him to get his attention instead. “Hey.”

Keiji immediately stops. He won’t look up, the brim of his hat covering his face completely. “What do you want?” His voice is wracked with the tiniest of tremors.

Kuroo immediately feels terrible. “Hey, listen, I obviously said something that didn’t really… well, I upset you, and I don’t want Bo’s day to be ruined because I fucked up and chased you off.” He reaches out hesitantly, and, seeing no resistance, gently touches his hand to Keiji’s elbow. “I am sorry. I don’t think I’ve given you a very accurate first impression of me. In fact you probably think I’m an asshole.”

“Just a bit,” Keiji huffs, but he lifts his head, and scuffs his dirt-dusted boots on the cool gray pavement.

Kuroo exhales heavily, partly in frustration with himself, but mostly in relief. “Let me start over, alright? Back in the parlour?”

Keiji lets himself breath for a few moments, takes the time to ground himself in his surroundings. The chatter of passers-by as they mill from shop to shop, the hum and buzz of brooms flying overhead, the low whistle of a lazily wandering breeze. The smell of the crepe stand across the street, fresh berries and heavy cream and golden frying batter, rich and sweet. The contrasting chill of spring on his nose and cheeks.

Kuroo’s eyes are so, so bright.

“You’re housing something, aren’t you?” Keiji tilts his head to the side, speaking just loudly enough so only Kuroo can hear him.

Kuroo mirrors him, bangs falling in front of one eye. He grins. “Am I?”

And just like that, they’re on a level field again.

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#haikyuu #bokuaka #ao3 #fanfic #writing #bokuto koutarou #akaashi keiji

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iwajumi · 5 years

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#akaashi keiji #bokuto kourarou #bokuaka #haikyuu #hq #frysoo

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tobeflyhaikyuu · 6 years

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*after a rapping contest*

Kuroo: *drops mic on the floor next to Bokuto.*

Kuroo: Can you pick up my mike?

Bokuto: Sorry, what?

Kuroo: Can you just, uh, pick up my mike?

Kuroo: ... Bitch.

#I FOUND THIS SO FUNNY AND IT KINDA PITS THEM I THINJ #OWBSKSBS I STILL LAUGH #bokuroo #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto kourarou #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#volleydorks #original source: Diva’s Riff Off on James Corden with Demi Lovato #shitpost

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thaxatos · 7 years

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My Bokuto Koutarou Hedcanon.

Soo. The whole thing with his moodswings is like really crazy and I know that many think he has like borderline or bpd but you know there’s one more personality disorder that’s absolutely fitting. It’s called Histrionic Personality Disorder. Histrionic personality disorder is characterized by a long-standing pattern of attention seeking behavior and extreme emotionality. Someone with histrionic personality disorder wants to be the center of attention in any group of people, and feel uncomfortable when they are not. While often lively, interesting and sometimes dramatic, they have difficulty when people aren’t focused exclusively on them. People with this disorder may be perceived as being shallow, and may engage in sexually seductive or provocative behavior to draw attention to themselves. Individuals with Histrionic Personality Disorder may have difficulty achieving emotional intimacy in romantic or sexual relationships. Without being aware of it, they often act out a role (for example a “victim” or “princess”) in their relationships to others. They may seek to control their partner through emotional manipulation or seductiveness on one level, whereas displaying a marked dependency on them at another level. So in short: People with HPD are huge dramaqueens without wanting to. They can exaggerate over the smallest kinds of things. When being a long amount of time alone they tend to get extrem lonely and overthink the whole thing. Individuals with this disorder often have impaired relationships with same-sex friends because their sexually provocative interpersonal style may seem a threat to their friends’ relationships. These individuals may also alienate friends with demands for constant attention. They often become depressed and upset when they are not the center of attention. So thats the dejection mood. When he doesn’t get to score a point he may feel like not being the center of attention anymore. Beings with this diseas also often tend do provocate people. And you know we always see Fanon!Bokuto and Kuroo as the prank- and provoke-masters. So, makes sense. This disorder is often caused by being neglected by a parent in a young age. This could be possible. Maybe one of his parents really neglected him because of work or his siblings? So this is just a dark theory of mine.

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