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perlelune · 10 months

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Tag, You’re It | Ethan Landry | vii.

Happy, carefree college days meet their abrupt end when every guy who approaches you mysteriously turns up dead.

Warnings: NON-CON, Stalking, Bimbo!Reader, Clueless Reader, Loss of Virginity, Incel Ethan, Cheerleader Reader, Skin Carving (w/knife), Canon Typical Slashing, Voyeurism, Kidnapping, Forced Masturbation, Filming, Blackmail

This is a dark story. Heed warnings before reading under the cut.

𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

The brightness of the floodlights beaming across the stadium rivals that of the stars' peppering the sky. The bleachers are packed, students waving and cheering from the crowd at the lined up players.

Tension hangs in the air, so thick and palpable you feel the weight of it clogging your airways.

Shaking your shoulders and strengthening your spine, you rush to join the other cheerleaders at the edge of the field.

The minute she notices you, Alana makes a beeline for you, her blonde ponytail swinging from left to right and her forehead creased with a deep wrinkle of displeasure.

You go still and keep your gaze low as she approaches. A lion might cower beneath the sharp coolness of her glare.

If anyone can make someone flinch with her eyes alone, it's Alana.

"Where the hell were you?" she blurts out without ceremony, sternly planting herself before you with her arms crossed.

Words stumble out of you in a nervous heap.

"I-I ran into a friend and-" you start but she interrupts you with a dismissive wave of her immaculately manicured hand.

"Nevermind, the game’s about to start," she says, gripping her temple and releasing a deep, irritated sigh. She squints and mutters below her breath, "Just because I moved you from flyer to backspot doesn’t mean you get to slack off."

Your heart pinches at that. After Halloween night, nothing was the same. While Alana agreed to let you remain a member of the squad, she shifted your position when the rumors about you being in cahoots with Ghostface spread around campus like wildfire.

She didn’t want you to sully the squeaky clean image of the team. So you were relegated to the bottom of the pyramid where you could blend in and not bring too much attention to yourself.

You don’t mind it excessively. The looks people give you are one thing. You’ve learnt to brush off the unfortunate scrutiny.

But being part of the team…it’s the one thing in your life you’re actually good at.

Damn near everything else, you have spectacularly failed at.

Cheerleading makes you feel good about yourself.

You don’t want to lose that.

Lisa tosses a questioning glance your way, green eyes flicking to Ethan up in the bleachers, diligently snapping pictures.

He notices you peering up at him and smiles at you but, unlike every other time, it doesn’t quite reach his eyes and he quickly looks away.

When your focus settles on Lisa again, confusion etched on features, your heart sinks.

You mouth the word 'later' to her. As she nods at you, your stomach knots at the prospect of the conversation ahead.

If only you could tell her now, rip the band-aid…but the game's about to start.

You held high hopes for it to work out. Lisa was voted 'hottie of the month' more times than anyone else on the team.

Everyone who meets her instantly falls for her charm and stunning looks.

She also has many hobbies outside of cheerleading, from video games to card games you couldn’t understand anything about if you tried your hardest.

You thought she and Ethan would click and make such an amazing couple.

It never occurred to you he might already like someone else. You can’t remember getting a glimpse of him with any girl no matter how much you scratch your mind to recall.

Now your curiosity is piqued about this mystery girl.

Ethan sounded so taken with her.

She must be quite the girl to have stolen his heart like that, probably as cool and smart as he is.

Maybe you could try to set them up instead.

You're still hell-bent on figuring out a way to thank him for how much he's been there for you lately.

Helping him gather the courage to pursue the girl of his dreams could be one way to do that.

Alana claps her hands, her attention pivoting to the whole team, the other girls’ tense expressions mirroring yours. "Everyone, showtime!" she finally announces.

Thoughts vacate your mind as you lift your pom-poms and concentrate on performing the routine to perfection. You don’t miss a single step, losing yourself to the beat played by the band.

You can’t help but bask in pride when you land a perfect pirouette, never faltering once.

Everything’s right again. Simple and easy.

The thrill of the game. The bated breath each time the opposite team tilts the odds in their favor.

The rush of victory.

Victory.

Before you know it, the game’s over and the elated clamor of the crowd is filling the stadium.

Amidst the overflow of joy erupting around you, Tyler fights his way through the crowd to reach you.

He’s still in his football uniform when he effortlessly lifts you from the ground and whirls you in the air.

"You’re my good luck charm, gorgeous," he beams.

You laugh as your head spins. "Ty, put me down."

He does as you say, keeping his hands on your waist to steady you when your feet touch the grassy floor again.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "Got carried away."

As he bends over you and his lips graze your cheek, your stomach flutters.

He rears back, blushing while holding your hands. "I’m sorry. Was that okay?"

Mouth agape, you blink up at him. "It’s totally okay," you stammer, heat rising in your cheeks.

You’d missed that feeling, the simplicity of casual flirtation and having a crush.

The euphoric bubble is popped when your gaze locks with Lisa’s in the background. As you watch her go back inside, your chest twinges.

You squeeze Tyler’s hand apologetically.

"Can we pick that up later?"

He gives a swift nod, his bright grin intact.

"Of course. You’re coming to the OKB house to celebrate, right?"

"Maybe not. My friends and I kind of had plans."

He cups the side of your face.

"Okay. What about Saturday night then? We can do dinner and a movie." He pauses and studies you. "I’m just not about games. I like you and I’d love to take you out sometime, that’s all."

His straightforward admission curves your lips skyward. But the smile on your face quickly dies as a chill blooms at the base of your spine, scattering outward and freezing you in your spot.

Sucking a sharp breath, you whirl and inspect your surroundings.

You’re astonished to find nothing barring the excited people celebrating around you.

You could have sworn you felt…something.

Like someone watching you.

The strange sensation clings to you as Tyler inquires, his tone rife with concern, "Is something wrong?"

You shake your head and slot a wobbly smile onto your face.

"Uh…not at all. I’m free on Saturday," you chime.

"Awesome. I’ll text you the details."

You hum your approval and he brushes another soft kiss on your cheek.

Part of you is over the moon. You’ve wanted this for weeks since Tyler and you started hanging out.

But something is off, though you can’t pinpoint what. A wrongness you can’t define or explain.

Even as you stroll down the hallways toward the girls’ locker room, your nerves are frazzled, thrumming in alert.

It’s been weeks since you’ve been this tense. Since…him.

"You’re coming, babe?" Mindy says, grabbing your hand as she runs into you in the hallway.

Anika’s by her side and gives you a tight hug. "Hey, it’s been a minute," she observes.

You can’t deny that. Between cheer practice, Ethan tutoring you and all the assignments you need twice as much time than everyone else to complete…you’ve neglected hanging out with your friends.

Before you can open your mouth to explain, Mindy rolls her eyes. "It’s because she spends all her time with Ethan now."

Anika giggles as your best friend pretends to gag at the mere mention of Ethan’s name.

Usually, you’d respond to her antics but you’re too distracted tonight.

Besides, there’s a conversation you need to have as soon as possible, much as you dread it.

"Don’t wait for me. I’ll catch up," you tell Mindy before making your way to the girls’ locker room.

Chad tries to stop you on the way to share his excitement but you promise him you’ll see him later. While disappointment paints his features, he lets you go.

Ethan’s nowhere to be seen and you remember about the trash he mentioned before the game. Your brow furrows in befuddlement. What an odd time to pick to handle his garbage. You suppose Ethan’s just this obsessive about having a clean space. Maybe he’s one of those ODC people.

Gnawing on your lip, you sluggishly drag your feet inside the changing room. Most of the girls are wrapped in bubbly chatter, the excitement of the night coating the air.

You clear your throat and sit on the bench near one particular redhead with a dour look on her face.

Twiddling your fingers, you clear your throat before trembling words spill out of you.

"Hey, Lisa. So I-"

She cuts you off while buttoning her shirt, "Don’t bother. I can already tell from your face."

Your brows draw together.

"My face?"

"Yeah, you just…you wear your heart on your sleeve, you know?" Her voice cracks as her mouth twists in a hollow smile. "He said no, didn’t he?"

Your shoulders sag. "I’m so sorry."

She flips her hair and releases a heavy sigh.

"Don’t be. Plenty of fish in the sea and all that." She picks up her backpack and stands, hands on her hips. "Bummer, but it is what is."

"He said he already likes someone else," you explain, hoping to soften the blow.

She gives you a pointed glare before scoffing, "Someone else, huh?" She exhales and folds her arms. "Do me a favor…Let him down easy, will you?"

Your lashes bat as you tilt your head sideways. "What do you mean?"

She sighs again and sidles closer to you to gently cradle your face.

"Sweetie, there aren't a lot of girls Ethan hangs out with…"

Your confusion grows tenfold. You noted that too. Was she trying to hint at the identity of the mystery girl? Did she figure it out before you could?

"Uh?"

Lisa scrutinizes you before an acrid laugh peals from her lips.

"I envy you sometimes, you know," she says, letting go of your face as a forlorn smile pulls her lips. "Maybe if I were more like you…I wouldn’t feel as crappy as I do right now."

"Lisa…"

She takes a step back when you reach for her, flashing you a huge grin.

"I’ll see you at practice. Thanks for trying."

Lisa leaves and you change out of your cheerleading outfit and back into a regular one. You elect to shower at home on the way to meet up with your friends, too down in the dumps to properly bask in Alana congratulating you for your performance tonight after giving her usual post-game captain speech.

As you gather your things from your locker, preparing to leave, your phone rings.

You scowl at the unknown caller ID, picking up without much thought.

"Hello?"

"I thought we had something special. I’m so disappointed in you, princess," a distorted, tragically familiar baritone rumbles on the other end of the line.

Your heart drops to your feet.

"I didn’t do anything. Please…" you whimper, tears already collecting in your eyes.

You thought you were done with him…or rather that he was done with you. After giving him what he asked, you thought you were off the hook.

You were so stupid.

Ghostface unleashes a sinister laugh, turning your blood to ice.

"Didn’t do anything? Giving away what’s mine to some lame alpha bro. Opening your legs for some dickhead who doesn’t deserve you."

You sniffle, your fingers quaking around the phone.

"We haven’t done anything, I swear."

"Good…And you never fucking will."

His foreboding inflection makes your insides wrench. Abruptly, the call ends.

Your phone clatters to the ground as you rush outside, tears streaming down your face. Every single thought in your head is turned to Tyler and the danger he’s in.

You don’t get far, pandemonium unleashing around you as you leap into the hallway. Panicked students bump into you. You zigzag through them as the thunderous beats of your heart grow louder in your ears.

A frantic scream reaches you from the other end of the hallway.

"Somebody calls an ambulance," they shout. "Ghostface shanked one of the players in the shower."

Your eyes go wide as you stumble and collapse, the room swiveling off its axis through the veil of your tears.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry #dark!ethan landry #bimbo!reader #ethan landry x you #scream 6 #scream

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rubbish78 · 2 years

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Ray Toro smiling fondly at Gerard Way throughout the song ’Boy Division’ live in Nashville, TN on 08/23/2022 (x)

#with all the gifs i'm making ray keeps looking at Gerard fondly and i might cry #ray toro #gerard way #mcr #my chemical romance #decay era #or maybe it' swarm era whatever #tw: flashing lights #rubbish78gifs #my gifs #cheerleader hottie

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boomkitty86 · 5 months

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#miley cyrus #hannah montana #ashley o #blonde bombshell #tattooed hottie #short hair girls #cheerleader #hot white chicks

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suchaladyy · 25 days

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I was tagged by @burntblueberrywaffles! See her post here. Thank you for the tag!!!💗

Rule: you must pick a song for each letter in your username

I made it a personal rule to only use one Taylor Swift song because I am sure I could complete it with only her discography.

Mine:

Seventeen by MARINA

Unwritten by Natasha Bedingfield

Casual by Chappell Roan

Head Cheerleader by Pom Pom Squad

A Living Human Girl by The Regrettes

Lose Your Head by Nova Twins

Affluenza by Conan Gray

Drunk II by Mannequin Pussy

You’re Better Than Ever by illuminati hotties

You are in Love by Taylor Swift

Cursing: @ourdramaqueen @therulerofallpotatos @realmermaid333 @beri-allen @persephoneed @myangelbaby @itshype @tornadodream @nonamemanga @insomniac1994

#tag game

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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Hii, your writing is so good, I can't wait to read the next chapter of dead girl tells no tales!! I hope I'm not bothering you but can I request virgin reader x Rindou?

More skin, more sin

Warning : Minors DNI, 18+. Strong language, explicit smut, pussy drunk! Rindou x virgin! Reader, protected sex.

Synopsis : Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman.

(Yes it's me, Rindou. I'm the virgin) and thanks a lot <3 I'm always happy about hearing your feedbacks on Dead girls <3

Also,for people who made requests,they are coming don't worry ! I might be taking my time to write but I promise it's only bc I'm trying my best

√

-" So, about Friday's par- wait !" Shion suddenly stopped talking about the Haitani's usual Friday night plans, got up from Rindou's bed and rushed to the window, right where Rindou was sitting in front of his DJ setup.

-" who's the hottie?" He gestured toward you, standing in the middle of your room with a book in hands. Rindou glanced at the latter, at his wide-eyes and mouth agape state, then his eyes drifted toward you.

You AKA the perfect girl next door, moved in three years ago into the house next to theirs, and into his head, by the way.

Not to get the things wrong, Rindou was not the type of guy to fall for any girl who flashes a smile, he was not the type of guy to fall at all.

But when every morning, he was greeted by popping lips, smooth hair and glowing skin on the window across from his, it was hard not to get distracted from whatever songs he was mixing.

He reached to shut the curtains, earning a frown from Shion standing next to his desk and a scoff from Ran who was leaning against the doorframe.

-" Way outta your league".

-" Not a crime to dream " that one shrugged, then opened the curtains again, and there you were again, in your short pink skirt and white t-shirt tugged inside, your usual hairstyle, reading and swaying your hips at the rhythm of probably a song you were listening to, Rindou glared at Shion but that one was too busy smirking at the sight.

-" She's Rindou's little crush " Ran mocked his brother who gave him a lazy middle finger without even turning to peer at him.

-" I don't have a crush " he denied, it was all but credible, you were the secret he could not keep, and the goal that he never seemed to reach.

-" And she's not my type-"

-" Oh yeah... young, nice ass and good grades, definitely not your type " teased the elder, Rindou snorted.

You were everyone's type, indeed. Seventeen, face of a dream and a straight A student, that was the problem, you were everyone's type.

Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught four or five times a lot of friends coming and going out of your room. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have caught a sight of you in your cheerleader outfit every Wednesday night. And Rindou was not staring, but he might have saw you going out on almost all of your weekend nights.

But Rindou was not staring. It was just that your damn curtains were almost always open, and the desk you usually work on was just in front of his window.

-" she's a good girl, Ran " he argued, yes you were, and what he meant by that was that the smart pretty popular girl of the high school would never look at someone who left classes to be in gangs.

-" Meh, good girls are bad girls that haven't been caught ".

-" That's right man " Ran lips curled as he approached the window, leaning on his elbows on Rindou's desk to get a better look at you.

-" Look, isn't that a french book ? " He gestured toward the cover of the book on your desk, none of them could distinguish the title yet France's flag adorned the cover, the youngest Haitani rolled his eyes, with however a smile curling his lips, knowing already what his brother was about to say.

-" I bet she's fluent in French, If you get what I mean-"

-" that she speaks french ?" Shion had a lost expression on his face, which made the brothers look at each other in exasperation. Yet from the moment you turned around to pick up another book, both amethyst eyes and black ones were pulled, your skirt riding up your thighs as you reached for the bookshelf was the tide.

-" Nice ass tho !"

Rindou's eyes widened, Ran's mouth opened wide, and the third one winced figuring out he had yelled too loud, causing you to stiffen and turn your head toward them.

-" The hell-... ?" Your blood ran cold, perceiving three guys staring at you with wide-eyed gazes, then the words that just reached your ears registered in your brain, causing you to drop the book in your hands and walk toward the window.

-" She's coming here ! Bet she-"

Shion's voice dropped as you faced them, revealing your pretty face and two middle fingers in the air, fierce eyes sending daggers at them before closing your curtains in a sharp sound.

-" well... " The one at fault started, scratching his neck under Rindou's dark glare and Ran having trouble containing his laughter. " At least she noticed you... ?"

In truth, you had noticed Rindou Haitani long before that. How not to when your neighbor was ruling the whole town with his brother ? How were you supposed not to notice him when he was the reason you never stayed home the weekend considering the huge mess of their Friday night parties ?

You had never thought of him more than a troublesome neighbor, moreover now that he appeared as a pervy. Yes, he was handsome, yet if you closed your eyes just enough what would remain of him ?

It was only a week after that disastrous incident that the Karma decided it was time to knock at Rindou Haitani's door.

His teenage dream rang his doorbell dressed in cute white Mousse short top and shorts, source of all distractions wore a stern face and had her arms wrapped around her when he opened the door.

-" Hi, sorry to disturb" you flashed a smile, one which couldn't humanly be more fake, yet his heart missed a beat. " I was wondering if you could, possibly turn down the volume of your music ".

And as in good source of distraction, inner thief stole his eyes, heart beats and words. Just a decade-looking second where Rindou Haitani let his eyes roam the raw art you were in the middle of their yard, an angel standing between his friend's motorcycles.

-" usually I don't say anything, but usually is Friday night ". You could not help but add, crossing your arms, not from the cold outside but from the goosebumps running over your skin along with his eyes.

Getting snapped out of his thoughts, Rindou frowned. Indeed, they were throwing a party a Thursday night, yet it was only a small one with only some of Kantou Manji members.

-" It's a small thing actual-"

" Man I don't care " you cut him off, he stiffened. " I just wanna sleep".

-" It's only midnight".

-" And unlike you, mister " too cool for school" I have classes tomorrow. So, turn down the volume, thank you, next. "

You went to leave him there, starstruck in the middle of his own front porch, yet something clicked in his mind in a nick of time, his hand reached for your wrist and pulled you back, his chest pressed to your back as you gasped in surprise at the strength he put on that move.

-" Be a sweetheart and repeat that f'me, Would'ya ?"

Your body went stiff, and you were afraid his grip on your wrist would leave aches so much it burned. Yet in all fires resides warmth, and warmth had always something dangerously comfortable.

-" turn, down, the, damn, music. " You had uttered through gritted teeth, turning to look at his so close face when you tried pulling your wrist but he didn't let you, and oh from where did he got that mesmerizing eye color ?

-" Make me. "

Intoxicated with every breath he took your perfume invaded his nostrils, and when you glared at him with the street light's glow on your face, you were life in excess. And when he had thought, like the moon you were beautiful from afar, this close, he found you resplendent.

-" I might not be able to, yet I can call the police who'd be able to make you. "

His eyebrows raised in surprise, he approached his face from yours, nose brushing thus against your cheek, enjoying the way you closed your eyes slightly. And as your flowery scent enticed him, he began to see you as a wild flower, something to tame.

-" you mean the police that we pay bribes to every month?" You eyed him with contempt from head to toe, his tough hand reached for your jaw that he grabbed not as roughly as your wrist. " You better sit and take it, Love. B'fore I make you take it myself. "

Rindou Haitani decided you were his new favorite plaything the minute he saw you shivering under his threat, yet reached for his hand around your jaw to scratch it until he let go.

-" Fuck you. "

-" But love, I'm the one who fucks here".

He chuckled, you decided it was enough. He obviously didn't took you any seriously and all those bikes around were not a safe sight at all. Suddenly pulling on your wrist until he let go in a smirk, you didn't turned to look at him as you walked back to your house, another middle finger wrapping your shame and incredulity.

Things could have stayed the way they were, yet he has caught enough of your fire to match his gasoline, Rindou Haitani never was a one to fear a wildfire.

Already dripping anger and grudge, back to your room you sat on the wooden desk facing your window, your head throbbing at the rhythm of the music. However a sharp pain traversed your scalp all of a sudden, making you startle and lift your head.

For the pure pleasure of your eyes was there none other than Rindou Haitani, sitting behind his DJ setup, a smile stolen from Satan himself distorting his features while he increased more and more the volume of his music. If he had been a thirsty man, the clench of your jaw would have been an Oasis, though most of his friends and gang members were in their living room, his only attention was held by a seething you.

-" I swear to god-"

Sharp as a knife you stood up and turned to reach for the phone on the other side of the room, yet the devils on your shoulder seemed to wake up from their slumber, demanding.

Revenge !

People would often say Eve was Satan's weapon, only on a raging night like that would Eve and Satan fuse, merged into the shape of a young, irresistible angel wearing white Mousse.

Music was source of all temptations, they said, you were the temptation when you started, in an agonizing rhythm, swaying your hips.

His smile faded quicker than a sun behind clouds, when you turned, it felt as if you had been possessed.

Devil used your body as it pleased, snake itself starting to serpentine, like your hips, around the forbidden fruit, your eyes lured and your lips screamed sin, and soon Adam was, nothing but hooked.

It could have seemed awkward, however it was not the case. The music was slowed just the right way, the moves you knew by heart looked just the right way, your skin your hands caressed, dancing with the devil felt just too smooth, enough to have his eyes widening and the heat conditioning a growing flame in his lower abs.

The tempting snake wrapped around his throat, it seemed, as one of your straps fell from your shoulder.

More skin, more sin.

Standing on top of eighteen years and naughty heavens, Rindou Haitani never felt this aroused. Moon and planets aligned for the universe assets to lend you, for a dance, for a night. Half-lidded eyes, glossy lips slightly parted,a new inch of your sin uncovered with every new second, your top riding your sides with each caress of your hands above them while dancing.

And as the boy with heart-shaped eyes, dry throat and heavy balls currently, wished he had a remote control to slow down the show so it would last longer, it suddenly crashed !

In a split second, you were in front of your desk again, bare shoulders, neck and almost bare chest teasing him, a forbidden fruit he could never taste, the devil was cruel.

-" Now you sit and take it. " The devil whispered louder than the music.

And the curtains closed, the show was over.

Eve, Satan, and the sin left the sinner for judgment.

•••

Moirai.

They are three goddesses of fate who personified the inescapable destiny of man. Some books describe them as old, ugly and cruel, others as beauties of eternal youth.

Only there is sometimes, where fate can be portrayed by a mindless postman.

Once upon a time, a young innocent girl exploring her sexuality, her sexy neighbor, and a mistake from the postman. A sunny morning where the Moirai dressed as a book you had ordered, and delivered to none but your nemesis, Rindou Haitani.

Funny how, sometimes the love of your life might come at you wrapped in a package. Something you didn't even ordered in the first place, even.

-" What are those ?"

Hands busy with the freshly unwrapped headphones and head filled with confusion, a handful of minutes later, sitting at your kitchen counter and thinking, your eyes flickered.

-" Wait, if these are here... "

A slap from a Moirai was harsh but enough to wake up a human being, get them up on their feet and start running as a dark horse outside.

Exactly where they wanted you to.

-" Shit, shit... God please don't make him open it"

Almost out of breath, you rushed to the Haitani's doors and banged on the door too hard for your own good, being gritted, minutes later by a sleepy Ran Haitani.

His pissed off expression faltered into a lazy smile when his eyes landed on you.

-" Well, isn't it a little bit early for Christmas gift ? Tho I'm so excited to unwrap this one ".

-" where did you get that pick-up line from ? A cereal box? A shampoo bottle?"

The laughter leaving his mouth did nothing to ease your stress, you saw he was about to add something yet cut him off.

-" I think the postman made a mistake " you started, rubbing your neck under Ran's curious eyes. " I've got delivered probably Rindou's headphones, didn't he got something on my name ?"

The older brother seemed to proceed it in his head, then shrugged it off, stepping aside and leaving you enough space to enter.

-" might just ask him, think he'd be happy to have ya in his room ".

Sighing loudly, you ignored the latter and entered the house. The architecture was similar to your own house therefore, you had no trouble finding the room across from yours, and swallowing a thick amount of air, you knocked on the door.

-" come in ".

Fate was rubbing its hands together.

The reception was of an unparalleled cruelty, from the first step inside this room you were confronted by the cruel fate.

-" Sex for the dummies huh ?"

Your nemesis was shirtless, standing in the middle of his room with the one weapon it took to destroy your whole universe, that book.

And to think you were just looking for some... Experience.

He saw red twilights painting your cheeks, funny how the tables turned and the devil was now on his side, Satan never was trustworthy.

-" This is personal, I... Give it to me dammit !"

You approached him and stretched a hand toward the book, in a nick of a time his long arm raised above his head and if he was already taller than you, that definitely was beyond your reaches.

-" So from the very first day, all of this anger was just about sexual frustration? Damn, baby, you're pathetic. "

-" I'm not sexually frustrated, give me the damn book if you want your headphones back. "

Your glared at him, and he could not help but notice how your eyes glowed even more when you were angry.

-" You can keep them, this info's worth its weight in gold. "

-" You bastar-"

-" Shhh, love ? Want me to shout on every rooftop how tight this pussy is ?"

As waves of desperation crashed against your body, your arm fell limp on your side. Fate a scarf tightening around your throat, no escape.

-" Fine. What do you want ?"

Your surrender painted a smirk on his face, one which, if you weren't that irate, would've looked like art.

-" I jus' wanna help ya. Y'know, might have some... Years of experiment on my sleeves.

-"You're blackmailing me into sleeping with you ?" In a frown, aghast, you had witnessed his smile falling and his impassive face turning sterner.

-" I'm not one to touch a girl unless she truly wants me to. And someone like me doesn't need blackmailing to get a girl".

Your hands felt heavy as the book he was holding flew toward them in a split second, your eyes widened, watching him going to sit back on his bed, leaning against the headboard, strong arms stretched behind his head, blonde and blue locks framing his pretty face.

Heaven ! Did the Gods like him to mold such a great look.

-" Take the door, pretty. And come back when you'd find someone better to take your pussy. "

-" I'd rather take this door and bath in citric acid than sleeping with you. "

And you did took that door, that damn book in hands, thinking naively it was not one of other's fate twisted plans. Yet you didn't passed the threshold of the devil's house yet, didn't even made a step further from his bedroom door, that you were diving knee deep in the spirals of questioning.

The question itself was not if you wanted to, nor if you would eventually find someone else to initiate your sexual life, nor if you did it with one of your classmates would the news about the highschool most popular cheerleader still being a virgin.

The question itself was, why were still standing there, if you actually didn't want to ?

It goes smooth, your best friend had said.

It doesn't have to be perfect, it will not.

It is none but a passage's rite, it gets even better after the first time.

And you don't have to overthink it.

You could almost hear her soothing voice telling you to hop in the drive, that repairing a mistake is easier than chasing a regret, and you could feel your defenses crumble, brick by brick, stone by stone, until you were nothing but carnage behind his door.

-" God... " You ran a hand through you hair, hoping to chase the thoughts out of your head.

Little did you knew, destiny already had you already dangling up its vicious strings. None of you knew it, back then, when you opened that door again, catching his smirk.

Yet both of you were none but puppets on those strings, strong and bold for what would be lasting longer than what you'd ever imagine.

-" It's only a one time thing. "

You had demanded, closing the door of every returning possible.

He had you watching, while he was preying. In all its grandeur, the predacious stood up, wearing hours of workouts on his skin.

Sin.

Another step, the cages were closing in.

Another step, he found you enchanting, morning seemed to love you even more than the moon, for the sun wouldn't stop kissing your silk skin, the rays wouldn't stop lightening your eyes, and if he looked closer enough, he could see you gulping down when he was only a few inches away from your face.

-" So tell me, babe, how's the citric acid?"

Flashing his Colgate white teeth, purple ocean engulfed you along with his cologne, and you could not help but think.

It was only logical for the devil to wear the best faces.

-" Fuck you. "

Yet not because you were an angel meant you wouldn't get in the dirt. And the angel's stubbornness, her pretty face and fierce eyes on him, and her pretty mouth spitting filthy words brought hell's heat to his lower belly.

-" I've told you before, and you didn't listened... "

The shiver you had just felt could not have been a figment of your imagination, since the hand he's put on the small of your back.

-" Now I gotta show you, I'll be the one fucking you."

Hatred, what else could have your heart racing that way ? And who other than repulsion itself could have you holding Rindou Haitani's eyes as if they were the most precious and fragile thing in the world ?

One second from the great apocalypse, one move from heaven and hell shaking hands...

One inch from the cursed kiss, a devil and an angel flew around each other. He was red, and you were holy, and when his lips moved against yours as he spoke, all the saints were damned.

-" have you, the slightest idea, how long I've been wanting these lips ?"

At this point, he was whispering the words against your mouth, and if he wanted to, he could've kissed you. Yet Satan was a player, with his hand on the small of your back starting to lower, you were playing his game.

-" why's the tease for ?" You murmured back, appreciating the fleshy but soft texture of his lips against yours, feeling the stretch of a smile, the next thing you knew he lifted you by your thighs that you wrapped around him, heaven and hell collided.

You were quite sure he groaned in your mouth, but was it his fault when the world was none but a rug pulled beneath his feet ? They were soft, and tasted fruity-like, just as he might have imagined it.

And you might have no sexual experience, but for sure you had kissed before, right ? You did all the rights and no wrongs, sharing his guts-knocking kiss. Dancing with the devil was more than just a figure of speech, the wet muscles swaying around each other like old waltz partners.

You had not expected him to, but when the soft mattress met your back, Rindou Haitani put you down on it rather softly.

The situation was already awkward enough for you to bear, or it normally might have been, therefore you aimed for taking off your top yourself, under Rindou's standing figure.

His eyes went wide, seeing you wore no bra, you were home previously after all, those lavender irises were none but a thin helpless ring around an expanded abyss of dark desire. He'd seen naked and pretty women before, there was just... That something about you, about the way your breasts bounced almost elegantly as your back hit the mattress again, about those half-closed eyes and that thin shy smile.

The waiting, must be the waiting, the words felt somehow comforting back then.

-" Why's the shyness for, love ? You're damn too fine ".

You bit back a scoff as he straddled your body, knees sinking on each side of the mattress, his face was pulled helplessly toward your lips again, while curious hands introduced themselves to your clavicles and would soon greet your chest.

-" Too much for your own good " you recalled he had whispered, it turned too hazy the second he kissed you again, and the cold air of the room along with his expert fingers toying with your breasts and nipples were enough to have you too engrossed in the sin to ever think about retiring.

-" Rin'... " You didn't intended to breath his name when he pulled from the kiss to squeeze your tits, but oh god was he thankful you did it, had his crotch throbbing between his legs.

-" Yeah baby ? Feels right ? Gonna mark this princess's body. "

You arched your back, abdomen getting more sucked in his mouth as he trailed open-mouthed kisses along your bare skin, he was not one to take his time so much, however this time, he enjoyed everything, the scent, the faint taste of your skin, the way your hands reached for his hair when his hands started sliding down your panties, eyes smoldering seeing the already wet-spot welcoming him.

-" spread 'em legs f'me, Would'ya ? Atta girl"

And just like that, heaven opened its doors for the devil. What a shame he had found solace between an angel's legs. The welcome was too good for him, too pink for his darkness and too wet for his dry hell.

Might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit's scent have been the thing that kept it impossible to not sin ? Rindou at least must say it did.

And might Adam tell, if the forbidden fruit tasted heaven nevertheless? As for Rindou, he must admit it did.

-" Oh shit !"

-" Can't believe I'm the first to taste you, now show me all the pretty sounds you can make for me, love."

You'd not only make pretty sounds, even symphonies if he wanted to, he was gifted with it, grazing your clit with his teeth while smearing the wetness along your folds. You've caught your body grinding against his face for more, his bored eyes landed on you as you tried to contain.

-" C'mon, use me to get off. Wanna have ya all over me ".

He cut your restraints with a sharp tone, there you were second later, riding his face , moaning shamelessly his name and pulling the hoarsest of sounds of him because of your hands tugging at his hair. His lips swallowed your clit, making it swollen, then he added a second finger to the one already invading your puffy walls, eyes almost widening when your walls swallowed them.

-" Shit, my cock's gonna ruin this pussy, can't fucking wait. "

Grinding his hips slightly against the mattress, too hard to resist, the sight was intoxicating. That soft hair he caught you brushing was sprawled on his pillow, those ass cheeks were on his mattress, the half-lidded eyes were bewitching, and looking at none but him, last but not least, those swollen lips were moaning his name.

-" Rin', 'm so close, so fucking close, please don't stop, please, please... "

-" Shhh, I got my pretty girl, not gonna let her down ".

As he promised, as he did. He pulled out of you the probably greatest orgasm you would ever know in your whole life, he took from you your loudest moans, and the prettiest faces your rolled back eyes and agape mouth could make.

As for you, you stole his eyes, attention, thoughts, and sanity.

-" If I see this damn face cumming again might keep ya tied to my bed " he grunt and stroked his cock a few times, staring with star-studded eyes at you riding your high.

You pulled, pulled and pulled like the tide and who were the waves to deny the moon ? You tasted yourself on his lips when he kissed you, back on top of you with his hands massaging your breasts again, goosebumps running over your epidermis, overstimulated.

And when he pulled back, resting on his elbows, you wondered, did you really knew Rindou Haitani? His smirk was not there, and his eyes bored into your face, seemingly way too far gone as his hand pushed some hair locks out of your pretty face.

Did you knew he was only thinking about the one that would have you after him ? That he was cursing the time for not stopping there, right at this moment to let you inside his room forever ?

-" Don't know if it's the orgasm, but I swear you've never been this handsome ".

Through an unsteady breath you had uttered, albeit Rindou Haitani had tried drugs before, no one warned him about the teasing half-tired half-aroused smile his neighbor could give, looking him in the eye as her hand stroked his cheek. Chest aching with something stronger than lust, lavender hues drifted down your lips then back at your eyes again, and he'd say something, really, yet you drank him in your eyes and he was afraid if his mouth opened, he would only thank God you were even thirsty for someone like him.

-" 'right, lemme show you how much I've been craving you".

In a room filled with sin, a holy union was born, a daydream bloomed in the darkest paradise, started with his warm precum staining your sensitive folds, ended with the stretch and fullness you felt as he slided inside you.

Now Rindou Haitani was not the good guy, quite the bad guy actually, yet he did his best not to move, not until your pain would falter somehow. His head was thrown back, shallowed breaths escaping his pretty lips, he was too engrossed in the way he has never felt as wanted and welcomed anywhere else.

Did it felt like that, to achieve something that seemed impossible ? You have been the beat in his head, a tune that never left, dancing to that beat his heart leapt, you were the thought that would sometimes keep him distracted from his mixtapes, the joke Ran would pull everytime to tease him.

For a monster like him, you were just a dream, a glimpse of life not ever imagined, and now being not just in front of you but inside you, making one with the perfect girl next door, you were his hot missing pink in his psychedelic mess.

-" so full-" you had swallowed thickly, wrapping your already sore legs around his waist. His hands came to secure them around him, as his forehead pressed against yours.

-" I know. I got you, 'kay ? Swear ain't moving 'til you're ready. "

Fate's plan seemed to be working way too well, since every word of him would make you question the image you had of him and every smile or glance of yours would make him wish you'd find it good enough to stay, stay... He had never wanted someone to stay.

-" I think... It's okay if you move now " few minutes and the sweetest torture of his life after, you smiled at him, gripping his shoulders. The Haitani's lips found yours in a quick kiss, swallowing your moans after he started thrusting slowly in and out of you.

-" Feels so damn good " he hissed through gritted teeth. " Never had something like this, like you ".

And the praises would only increase the heat building in your stomach, your teeth found his shoulder, keeping you grounded as your walls throbbed around him.

The desire was damning, his body slamming, breaking down in a fit. Your glossy eye color flickered under his gaze, though he was losing it he couldn't keep his eyes off of you.

-" Too much, I can't take-"

-" You can and you will. You're my best girl, pussy's made f'me, yeah ?"

He peppered kisses all along your face, stopping a split second to wonder from where did he got those gestures he never used with someone else ?

At the touch of carnality's urging, that pleasure heightened. Lust drips visceral cadence from the skies between your thighs,and his body with licks of bliss, electrifying finger tips made you come undone again, playing with your clit.

-" Rin' !" You had screamed his name in a last prayer before reaching the seventh sky.

-" Oh fuck, you're killin' me " you heard him groan somewhere in the middle of your orgasm again, Rindou gripped your hips tighter, keeping himself grounded for as long as he could, he had no desire to let go.

-"you're doing so good for me, love. Gonna lemme have you again, yeah ? My girl's such a good one, know she'll make it for me, right ?"

At this point, you were none but a whimpering mess under him. The meer sight, desire flooding your brain as gibberish escaped your lips, the feeling of you walls clenching so tightly around him, and the grip you had on his arms were his last station, especially when another filthy moan filled the celestial dark paradise.

Then finally, as the first cry of a newborn Rindou reached the highest sky, filling the condom with thick white ropes.

If he had to put words on what he felt now, laying above your body as your hands caressed his hair, a fever dream. Something to be thankful it happened and to be offended it ended.

As if lying above a cloud, he could sense you absorbing all his wickedness, how was he damned, now with your perfume lingering everywhere in his room.

If he wanted not to get all hooked, that ship had sailed long ago.

Devil doesn't bargain, it is either everything or nothing, indeed when he lifted his face slightly to bear at your smiling one, stealing a heart beat from him, a smile, and a clench of a jaw, you stole everything.

-" I know you said it's a one time thing " you had no idea of the one who was talking, Rindou Haitani or a possible flicker of jealousy or the crave still eating out on his guts, yet his impassive face and usual frown reappeared, relentless his voice turned, he was not asking, it was not a question.

-" but ya know... You might need extra lessons, just to be sure you got it right ".

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erina-writes-headcanons · 1 year

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Hey there author! I was wondering if I can request Haikyuu Guys! I want to see Iwaizumi, Kyoutani, Asahi and Yamaguchi with S/O who can do a kick boxing

Iwaizumi Hajime, Kyōtani Kentarō, Asahi Azumane and Yamaguchi Tadashi with S/O Who Can Do a Kick Boxing

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A/N: Hello there anon. I am sorry for the late update. I was really busy with college so I hope you understand why the long update. Also, I hope you like this headcanons.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Profanities

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Iwaizumi Hajime - Aoba Johsai

I know this man is into someone who is pretty athletic and loves sports and if he knows you can do Kickboxing? THIS MAN IS GOING TO SIMP AT YOU. His reactions definitely went 'AWOOGA!'

He is also felt a little bit relieved if you can do kickboxing because he knows you can defend yourself from any nasty people, especially creeps.

There would be a time Iwaizumi going to join your training together because I believe Iwaizumi despite he was the shortest volleyball player, he's really good at combat.

Sometimes Iwaizumi would spar together with you but since he's more talented in volleyball than in martial arts. He was only focusing on blocking rather than attacking.

Iwaizumi also often watches your training and he would be your biggest cheerleader when you are sparring against someone but also worried if you are going to end up injured.

He would also scold you if you ended up injured and call you reckless. Despite that, he's just scared and worried and he doesn't mind taking care of your bruises and wounds.

Iwaizumi sometimes would be your personal nurse and would watch out every time if you do anything stupid but he does love watching you work out.

Sometimes, his eyes were staring at the ripped muscles on your arms as you were punching the bag but once you caught him staring. He would quickly look away and act as if he had not stared at you a few seconds ago.

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It was one pm in the afternoon and it was really busy inside the gym as many people were training alone or together with their trainer to build their bodies. Including the person with (H/C) hair color and (E/C) eye color which is you, with your boyfriend next to you bringing two gym bags, one for your bag and the other one is his bag.

Placing the bag down on top of the iron benches and pulling out the drink bottles, he heard some men/woman whispering but quite loudly from next to him even though those people tried to be subtle so no one could hear them. 'Who's that hot chick/dude? Wanna talk to them?' The friend of the person said.

'Sure, I have a bet. If I have his/her number you give me ten bucks," the other person smirked.

'Well, If you fail. You will be the one who gives me the then bucks if the girl/boy doesn't want to give you their number," the friend of the creep said.

Iwaizumi's eyes squinted as he sees the two-person people acting like a creep instead of trying to make themselves better whereas the gym supposes to be the place where people are supposed to be working out to make themselves stronger or healthier instead of trying to find girlfriends or boyfriend.

"Oi, Fuck off. Don't hit on my girlfriend/boyfriend," Iwaizumi stood up, crossing both of his arms and looking at them with his death stare. The two creeps flinches but tried to challenge him back "Oh yeah!? You're her/his boyfriend?" The creep stomped his foot on the floor, acting like a kid throwing tantrum.

"Oi, what the hell's going on?" You stepped up as you see Iwaizumi trying to fight two guys who were sitting next to him while putting your hands inside the boxing gloves.

"Oh, so the hotties can do boxing?" the creep with maroon tanktop eyes looked at you up and down.

"And what's it to you," You roll your eyes.

"I bet you're just a beginner. How about you and me sparring and if I win you would give me your number," the creep winks trying to put his arm around your shoulder but you dodged it away.

"First, eww don't touch me you have germs. Second, sure but if you lose from me. Give that ten bucks that you were betting on me earlier to my boyfriend-" the edge of your lips curved but it was gone in a second. Their eyes were widened, surprised to hear that from you as they did not expect you to listen their conversation before the creeps shrugs and goes inside the ring together with you.

Bonus:

And it was this time the creep knew that they are fucked up as you put your jacket away and saw the muscles of your arms but what was worrying that Iwaizumi's grin, it was obvious that Iwaizumi indirectly telling the creep he fucked up for trying to challenge his girlfriend/boyfriend before the alarm turns off and the match started.

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Kyōtani Kentarō - Aoba Johsai

It is canon that Kyoutani only listens to Iwaizumi and he doesn't listen to others on the volleyball team, even to his captain, and because of that. I believe he would love having S/O who are really good at kickboxing.

He would love it if you challenge him in kickboxing, he would feel excited, especially sparring with his S/O which is you. But he won't get too hard on you since he doesn't want to hurt you.

Sometimes he would listen to his teammates or other people talking about how badass you are and he is super proud of that. Sometimes he would be even mean enough to rub it into their faces.

Often sparring with you and he would be interested, surprisingly he would listen to you as you taught him some basics, tips, or certain movements in kickboxing.

Kyoutani also just like Iwaizumi, he would be your biggest cheerleader as you spar with the other opponents and would scream his lungs out if you were able to win the competition.

Kyoutani would also definitely give you a hard glare and his scolding are much harsher than Iwaizumi's if you ended up injured because of the sparring.

Sometimes he would buy some cold drinks after you were working out or training, spending his money on your drinks while you were sweating after punching the bags.

He won't admit it but he definitely loves it when you spend your time together by sparring with him and training with him. He also loves to watch you beat your rivals down.

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It was two in the afternoon and the street of Miyagi was quite busy with people walking around in the household areas and the nearest town with small shops here and there. Standing in front of the gym door, two persons walk in and look around the new brand gym which has many new equipments for people to workout.

The first person has short-cropped blond hair with two black stripes running across the sides of his head, just above the ears. The man also has honey-brown eyes that are sharp like the eyes of a guard dog eyes which makes him look intimidating unlike the rest of the Aoba Johsai Volleyball players.

The other person has a (H/C) hair color with a certain hair length. They/she/he is also having a peculiar (S/C) skin color that makes them stand out from the rest of the people inside the gym. They/she/he also has a beautiful (E/C) eye color as (Y/N) also wearing an oversized cyan hoodie with a black tanktop underneath it and biker shorts.

"So, why the fuck we're here?" Your boyfriend Kyoutani raises his eyebrows at you.

'Isn't it obvious and didn't your mom tell you?" You roll your eyes, a little bit annoyed that he forgot one of your hobbies.

"....What is it?" He still did not get it.

"It's kickboxing, dumbass. I'm going to train with my mentor and you can do anything in here while waiting for me," You told him before putting the bag on the bench.

His eyes widened before he slam his hand on his face, feeling a little bit embarrassed for forgetting that his mom did tell him that his boyfriend/girlfriend does kickboxing. You could not help but chuckle and roll your eyes at him playfully, amused by his reaction before grabbing one of his arms.

"Also, I don't really want you to just stand there and watch me like a lower. So, wanna sparring with me after I change to my training attire? I bet I could beat your ass later when we are sparring," you challenged your boyfriend.

Hearing that, the short-cropped volleyball player could not help but one the edge of his lips tugged upwards and almost reached his eyes with his canines showing off, "Heh, let's see about that loser. I will be the one who will kick your ass later," Kyoutani challenged back before his hands were on the sides of your legs and trapping you into the bench.

As soon as Kyoutani pulls away from trapping you, the old woman comes up with boxing gloves on her hand as she sent a friendly smile to you.

"Here, I got new gloves for you and I already thor your beaten-out gloves away since this one is more comfortable. Anyway, who was that hot guy/ Mind telling me~" the old lady teases you. She was a friendly old lady but with incredible monstrous strength and she was like your best friend.

"Yeah, that guy is my boyfriend, his name is Kyoutani and I will be sparring with him later..."

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Asahi Azumane - Karasuno

Asahi has two reactions if he had S/O Who can do kickboxing and the first reaction is that he is actually proud of you because he thinks you are badass.

He knows that based on your skill and talent in kickboxing. You are able to defend yourself since he doesn't really like violence (He's just huge and scary looking but soft in real life).

Asahi also wanted to learn kickboxing like you although he stopped on the first trial and not joining the practice anymore because he thinks it's scary and tiring.

Especially when he looks at all of the rivals and the trainer, he legit almost pisses himself out of fear because of their scary looks and build.

Because of that, he would be just the personal nurse and cheerleader when you are sparring with the other player and would loudly cheer you up when you win the match or bandage your wounds when you got punched in the face.

Another Reaction that Asahi will have when reacting to having S/O who can do kick-boxing that he thinks that you are a slightly scary and violent person, not really knowing you wanted Kick Boxing not really because you want to fight but just building your body to be stronger.

He does legit think people who like martial arts are aggressive. He isn't wrong but he is not also entirely right about this unless you told him the truth or explained about some people do kickboxing to build their bodies stronger.

Nevertheless, Asahi is proud of you that you are strong to defend yourself from any bad guys but he is also a bit worried about any injuries you received from kickboxing, thinking you got injured during sparring.

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On the other side of the gym, there is a single room with a large ring in the middle of it as well as benches and lockers surrounding the ring. But that was not it, there were also some punching bags on the side, a mattress, and other equipment that was usually used by other players and trainers to practice or build their bodies.

On the corner left, two figures sitting together as the two of them watching two people against each other the guy flinches every time when the person inside of the ring got painful punches, kicks, or jabs on the side. He has long hair which is usually styled as a bun behind his head and dark brown eyes.

The person who is sitting next to Asahi is someone with (H/C) hair color with a (H/L) hair length. Not only their/her/his hair but the person has sharp (E/C) eyes that observe every detail of their/her/his opponent's every move in a hope that (Y/N) can counter those moves.

Asahi could not help but keep staring at his partner with eyes that clearly shows that he is worried. The rival inside of the ring seems dangerous with their every movement as the person punches and kicks aggressively without any second thoughts.

"(Y/N)-san. Are you sure you want to spar with someone?" Asahi asks.

"Yes, I am sure. Why do you ask?" You take a glance at your boyfriend.

"I-i'm just scared if you ended up injured badly. I don't want to see you in pain," Asahi glances at the ground with sweat going down from his face.

"It's okay, Asahi-san. You don't need to worry. I will be fine," you reassure your giant boyfriend.

"B-but what if your rival going to punch your face and break your nose?" Asahi stuttered, still worried.

"Asahi-san. It's alright, I promise I will be careful and I won't be injured at all," you gently trace your hand on his back.

RIIING-

The sound of a loud alarm blared through the whole room, signaling that the match is over and Asahi's face palled as he sees the one who looses from the match. He could see some bruises and blood trailing down their face. It was no mistake that the opponent was too strong for them and they ended up being brought to the medical bay for treatment.

Even though Asahi was shaking in his seat and feeling his soul flying like a dying whale. You weren't afraid at all, instead, your eyes were burning like fire and sweat are trickling down from your forehead after a short stretching with gloves already wrapped around your hands with your hoodie already placed on top of the iron chair.

"B-BE CAREFUL, (Y/N)-SAN!" he bites his own nails.

"I will!" You shouted back.

Instead of turning around to look Asahi in the eyes. Your eyes already focusing on the tall person inside of the ring as they had only little cuts from the match before the door of the ring is pulled by one of the trainers, letting you go inside the area. Asahi swore it feels like his chest are going to pop out because of the fear-ridden inside of him.

A pair of (E/C) eye colors with the emerald green one meets with each other and the person smiles a little bit before they gave their hands to you "I hope we will have a good match, miss/mister (Y/N) (L/N)." It was not mockery, even though they are strong kickboxers, the person was rather humble and friendly when outside of the match.

"Likewise, (R/N). I hope the two of us have a good game," you shook their hand.

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Yamaguchi Tadashi - Karasuno

Another precious Karasuno boi who is going to look at you as if you were made out of gold and silver. He thinks you are someone who is very cool.

He knows you can do kickboxing and he is legit thinking you are the strongest person. Yamaguchi also thinks you are stronger than him.

The reason he thinks that is because of that day when Tsukishima stand up for him and defended him from bullies teasing his freckles when they were young.

He also is slightly jealous as he thinks that you are better than him in a term of strength and talent and you had to reassure him that he is also cool for joining the volleyball team.

If you ever lose the match, he would sit next to you with his hand on your back and try to cheer you up but when you win the kickboxing match. You would be surprised because he would be the loudest other than Asahi when seeing you beating up your rival

If anyone going to talk bad about you because of your hobby, he would try his best to defend you from those judgemental assholes although he would regret it when the person march over to start a fight.

Yamaguchi would also sometimes surprisingly join your training routine at training but only the easy ones such as sit-ups, push-ups, squats, planks, and other workouts.

Yamaguchi would also sometimes be kind enough to bring your drinks over or share his drinks if you are thirsty and did not bring your water bottle.

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Standing in the ring with two figures, the person with deep blue eyes stares at a pair of (E/C) eye colors with determination in their eyes but it was not only them because (Y/N) (L/N) also staring at their/her/his opponent with the same amount of determination even though the two of them had cuts and bruises on their faces and their body.

(Y/N) eyes widened before using two of their arms to block the rival's punch to protect themselves/herself/himself from getting hit in the face. The person clicks their tongue in annoyance before backing away from you, scared that you would retaliate quickly by punching them back.

However, the rival was not faster and smarter enough because once (Y/N) put her/his/their arms away. (Y/N) (L/N) uses one of their/her/his legs before swiping the person's feet out of nowhere and making them fall to the soft mattress and making them surprised by the sudden move.

Without thinking twice, (Y/N) tackled the rival with the right arm wrapped around the neck and the arms as the legs also locked the waist of the rival, immobilizing them and choking them as well. Feeling the air sucked out from their lungs, the person quickly taps their hand on the ground, giving up.

Carefully, you pulled yourself away from the person and see the trainer comes up to you and raise your hand, showing that you were the winner of the match. A pair of brown eyes stare at you with admiration, he knew you are strong but NOT THIS STRONG. He could not help but clap as loud as he can, seeing you winning the match.

As you stepped out from the ring and the rival was brought away by their trainer, Yamaguchi slowly strolled up to you with a cute smile on his face before he hands the small towel to wipe your sweat away and gave you a water bottle, "H-hi babe. Here's your drink and let's go to the medic bay. Your bruise on your arms seems painful," Yamaguchi pointed out.

"Thanks, Yamaguchi-san but I think I am fine. We can go home and tend this bruise," you reassure your boyfriend.

"A-are you sure?" Yamaguchi looks at you with worry.

"Yeah, I'm sure. You don't need to worry about me. Let's just get ready and go home, okay? Also, we will stop at the closest Mcdonald's. I'm STARVING after that match!" You pick your bags up and wrap the hoodie around your waist since the bag is quite full.

"Y-yeah!" Yamaguchi quickly takes his bags before he walks to your right side.

You didn't notice that his eyes were staring from the bottom of your shoes to the top of your head as well as the bruises from all of the match, training, and from sparring with the other players. He could not help but smile widened, proud of all of your hard work and training as he was also there watching from the start of your training.

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