#coach nekomata

[weirdnotal]

What if after the time skip when coach ukai starts to retire, he asks for trainees to sign up for training to be coaches and dammit but Daichi feels nostalgic, so he signs up and gets it and he's actually doing great but they do a practice match and it's against Nekoma, so Daichi looks over and sees Kuroo???? They both walk over each other like, "Why are you here?"No, why are you here?" But it actually turns out that Kuroo is also training to be a coach just for Nekoma, and therefore, they continue the rivalry.

#sawamura daichi #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #kuroo tetsurou #coach ukai #coach nekomata #not quite timeskip compliant

[kuroi-tsuki]

Haikyuu-bu!! Chapter 132: Pertempuran Puing-Puing Luar Angkasa

Sampai jumpa di chapter berikutnya~

#haikyuu!! #haikyū!! #haikyuu bu #hq #yamamoto akane #haiba alisa #kuroo tetsurou #yamamoto taketora #inuoka sou #yaku morisuke #kai nobuyuki #fukunaga shouhei #haiba lev #kozume kenma #coach nekomata #shibayama yuuki #nekoma #suzumeda kaori #shirofuku yukie #konoha akinori #washio tatsuki #komi haruki #bokuto kotaro #yamato sarukui #akaashi keiji #fukurodani

[esztella14]

pov: Kenma moves

#haikyuu!! manga #haikyuu!! #volleyball #haikyuu manga spoiler #kozume kenma #kageyama tobio #yaku morisuke #lev haiba #hinata shouyou #coach nekomata #tendou satori #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #nekoma #karasuno #everyones so shocked i cant #kageyama cant process this

[wetotallymessedup]

Nekoma x (Future) F!Manager Reader

A/N: this is almost entirely self indulgent, so... indulge me. 

CW: vague descriptions of anxiety induced thoughts, reader uses she/her pronouns. 

“Finding an extracurricular or joining a club can’t be too hard: just find something. And fast— I’m pretty sure everything is closing up soon.”

Easier said than done months into school, where cliques had already formed and groups had solidified. Wrinkled fliers sat at the bottom of a bookbag, some had been neatly folded but lost to the constant movement of books and notebooks. The school day was coming to an end, and it seemed like there were less options than one would think possible.

Sighing to yourself, it felt like the hopeless feeling in your chest was going to stay. Your family was still hounding you to do some type of after school activities, but any of the options they threw at you just didn’t sound appealing. You walked quietly, glancing into each classroom, some empty, some not. No one really looked up from what they were doing, not that you could blame them.

Guess it’s easier to join a club when you don’t panic at simple social interactions, You mused to yourself, tightening your grip on your bag, You don’t freak others out.

You made your way outside of the school, thanking your lucky stars it was nice out. Seemed like you had created a new routine— wander around after school, awe at some gardens, pet some stray cats, visit some local stores, before making your way home and lying to your family, saying things like:

“I was just talking to different clubs— I wanna make sure I choose the right one.”

“We were discussing their schedules and I’m not sure if it’ll fit mine.”

“The club members were rude, I don’t think I’d turn out great if I joined.”

Lying was becoming second nature and you hated it, but the guilt tripping of your family was worse. Pausing your steps you noticed that standing in the normal path you’d take was a group, from the looks of it some outdoorsy club, talking and laughing loudly. You didn’t want to walk past them, so you turned on your heel, moving to walk the opposite way that you normally did.

You didn’t often walk this way outside of school, so this was a nice change of scenery. And the image wasn’t the only new information your brain was processing. The echoing yells and squeaking of sneakers caught your attention, your gaze being drawn to the gym nearest you. You had never been a fan of sports— no one in your family really played them so you just never cared too much— but whatever was happening was loud and fast paced.

Your curiosity peaked to say the least, plus, you needed to kill time.

So you made your way near, noting you wouldn’t be able to easily peek in through the windows, but lucky for you, the gym door was cracked. Hoping they were all too distracted to notice you, you crept closer, quietly laying your bag down on the concrete. Looking inside, it took you a moment to adjust to all the movement before your eyes.

Oh— the volleyball team. 

You didn’t know too much about volleyball— you knew your school's team used to be a big deal, they had even had their own rival team. You had seen their games on TV in passing, and it had seemed of the more entertaining of sports, and seeing the team before you move and shout the way they were made you agree with that passing thought.

“Damn it!”

The loud shout nearly made you jump, and your gaze was drawn to one of the members. The guy had a bleached mohawk type hairstyle, and you vaguely recognized him. You were both second years, so you’d seen him in passing, and his presence was loud— hard to forget. He was glaring at the ball rolling across the court as if it had personally offended him.

“Brush it off!”

Instead of calming down the guy merely looked more annoyed, pointing an angry finger at the one who had said it— a shorter looking guy, soft sandy blonde hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

“I’ve been trying to brush it off all practice!”

The guy being yelled at rolled his eyes, more annoyed that this conversation was happening than being yelled at.

“Then hurry up and get over it.”

He received an annoyed grunt as the guy moved to grab the volleyball, still glaring intensely as he stomped across the gym.

You recognized one person— a tall guy with weirdly spiked, black hair, carrying a ball under his arm, eyes caught on something across the room. 

“Kenma,” Or someone, you mused, “You planning on practicing today?”

Whoever he was speaking to must have responded, cause he just sighed to himself, shaking his head good naturedly. 

“Um,” A voice from outside the gym startled you, and you froze in place, the gentle questioning tone coming from behind you, “Hello?”

You turned quickly, heart hammering in your chest, cheeks flushed with embarrassment at being caught. It was the coach— or one of the coaches, scratching at the back of his head curiously. He had some rough facial hair, and he looked chiseled and relatively intimidating.

What the hell were you supposed to say?

“Did you come to watch them practice?”

You stammered, mouth agape like a floundering fish, eyes darting from him to the pathway behind him, hands clutching almost desperately at the bottom of your blazer. He seemed to notice your nerves, and smiled softly.

“You know it’s far more entertaining to watch inside.” He stepped forward, passing you quickly, hand laying on the side of the door, “Do you want to come in?”

No.

No you did not want to enter a gym filled with strangers and have them all notice you and stare at you and wonder what you were doing there and why you were there—

But wait. Wouldn’t it be weirder if he went inside and said some girl was standing outside and peeking in through the cracked door then ran away after meeting the coach?

You didn’t trust your voice, so you nodded meekly, reaching down to grab your bag, desperately trying to keep your hands from trembling from anxiety. He smiled at you, reassurance on his face, but he paused before opening the door.

“Were you thinking about joining a club, if I may ask?”

“Oh!” You verbalized your surprise, unsure of what to make of the curious yet hopeful look on his face.

He took that as an answer though, turning towards the entrance and opening the door fully.

“Alright boys,” The gym came to a stand still, and, yup, you regret your decision in not booking it when you had the chance.

They had all definitely seen you now, curious eyes studying the timid girl standing behind their couch. He stepped to the side, allowing you to enter beside him, knuckles turning white from the desperate grip you had on the straps of your bag.

The coach motioned towards you, “This is…” He trailed off, glancing towards you.

Oh— oh you needed to respond.

“Uh— (L/N). (F/N). (L/N) (F/N).” It took you a moment to remember yourself, and you bowed quickly, almost stumbling forward; you could feel your cheeks burning up to the tips of your ears.

Who stumbles over their own introduction this bad?

But the coach didn’t seem to mind, “This is (L/N), she’s going to watch your practice today.”

Kuroo was the only person you recognized by face and name, and he was staring right at you, head tilted curiously. You assumed the other two near him were also third years— your upper classmen were staring at you— were they judging you too? 

“So I expect you all to be on your best behavior,” He put emphasis on his words, and you followed his gaze to the one who had yelled at the ball earlier.

His cheeks were red, probably rivaling the look on your face, and he was staring at you. You could feel yourself tense at being under his gaze, desperately trying to look away and not make eye contact with him. A few of the guys chuckled quietly. 

“And put on a good show,” His voice dropped the serious tone, taking on a light, teasing tone, nodding good naturedly.

The boys nodded, shouts of agreement ringing out before they disbanded. You felt your breath catch as the three upperclassmen walked over, shoulders almost up to your ears as they approached.

The shorter one of the three, the one you had seen earlier, smiled at you, and while the two of you weren’t far from the same height, he still seemed… very intimidating.

“I’m Yaku Morisuke, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

You couldn’t form a response, so you stuck to nodding, trying your best to smile back at him. 

“Kai Nobuyuki, it’s good to meet you.”

Kuroo stared down at you, and you felt like a puppy with their tail tucked between their legs. Have you done something wrong? Already?

“Kuroo Tetsuro.” He paused, seeming to try and piece together his next words, “What brings you to our practice?”

You blanched at the question, and your face must have shown it, because Yaku was quick to elbow the taller man. Kuroo jumped at the jab, “Ow— dude.”

“Ignore him.”

The coach stepped forward, finishing his side conversation, “Well it’s not for certain, but if she’s still looking for an afterschool club or such and will have us, we may have found ourselves a manager.”

A manager?

Manager.

You looked towards the older man with wide eyes— that was definitely not the reason you were here. You had come this way to avoid social interactions— and you were failing that miserably. 

However, the eyes of the three before you lit up, small, almost hopeful grins on their faces.

“Yeah?” Kuroo looked down towards you, “You up for manager position?”

“Well,” You swallowed, flinching at your own, small voice crack, “I— I didn’t know you all— that you were— I mean—”

“You don’t need to decide now,” Yaku stepped in to save you from your own floundering words, “Obviously you just met us.”

A whistle was blown, and everyone’s attention was drawn over. An older man was standing on the sides, a lazy, almost cat-like grin on his face, “Alright boys, get yourselves into position. Let’s give our guest a show she won’t forget.”

Kuroo, Kai, and Yaku all bowed towards you, before moving back to the court. You were led over to the other man by Coach Naoi, as he now introduced himself. The older man was Coach Nekomada, and apparently he had been with Nekoma for a while.

“I was wonderin’ if you were ever gonna come inside.”

You felt your blood run cold through your veins, and the embarrassment from earlier was now ten fold.

“I— I’m so sorry, sir! I didn’t mean to interrupt or intrude—”

He laughed loudly, “Nonsense! Nothing gets these knuckleheads more fired up than an audience.” A loud yelp was heard, and you turned in time to see the one with the mohawk rubbing the back of his head, seeming to be getting yelled at by Yaku.

You heard Nekomata sigh, “Some more than others.”

You couldn’t help but laugh slightly, he seemed like a tired uncle— or grandfather. He was quiet for a moment, and you turned to watch as the team was split in two, groups on either side of the net.

“So, (L/N), tell me, what all do you know about volleyball?”

“Oh, uh, not much,” You spoke honestly, watching as the ball was set into motion, the sound of sneakers and the ball hitting skin breaking the momentary silence, “I don’t know anyone who plays it… and I never really watched it.”

You weren’t even entirely sure what was happening before you— and now they had their hopes on you becoming their manager? They were to be sorely disappointed. You tried hinting at this to Coach Nekomata, though your eyes were seemingly glued to the game before you.

“I don’t really know… terms or anything,” The ball never touched the ground— and you knew that that was the whole point— but watching it in action was new, “Or the positions.”

Every sport had different positions, different plays, different everything. And you felt like you knew none of them. You frowned, the excitement had seemed to rub off on you, and you were almost… hopeful, watching the ball get closer and closer to touching the ground.

You wanted to witness at least one point get scored before you let them down by saying you couldn’t be their manager. Then you’d just do your best to avoid all of them in school so they didn’t get mad at you or annoyed with you or try and pressure you to join.

“So I’m not sure… how useful I’d be.”

You received a hum in response, “Well, not everyone here started off with all the knowledge they had now, nor the power and capability.”

Watching how they played— how they appeared to move in sync, you doubted that.

“They learned as they played, they’ve failed and hurt themselves, and look at them now.” He sounded proud as he spoke, and the rawness made your heart ache.

You wanted to feel that, about yourself, about an accomplishment of yours. But the pride could be easily diminished, and you let out a soft sigh, “I’m not sure I’d be the best student at this, learning it all to be of any help.”

He didn’t respond, and you stayed quiet, watching the game, noting the annoyed looks on faces as the ball continued to refuse to fall, the shouts and grunts as they moved quickly, but never desperately, never tiredly. 

“I don’t think I’m—”

The echoing of the next move silenced you, and you swore you could feel both impacts of the ball in your chest. The guy from earlier had hit the ball, and it had finally gone over the net, breaking past the others and slamming into the ground. It ricocheted off the floor, smacking into the wall behind them. The sight, the sound, the impact— all those left you stunned, eyes wide in awe at the strength and force before you.

You hadn’t… seen something like that before.

And he looked so proud of himself, scoring the first goal of the game. His side looked excited, energetic. And the others didn’t look disappointed, or upset, they looked hungry, ready to steal that point back.

The excitement that had been steadily growing was practically making you vibrate now, and you could almost feel a smug aura from Coach Nekomata from beside you. He cleared his throat, and you tore your gaze away from the court.

“That wasn’t even the best Yamamoto can do,” His eyes were twinkling, “Not the best the entire team can do.”

You couldn’t leave now— you had to watch the game, to watch the plays. You got why people enjoyed sports— playing and watching them— but now you understood. 

“What,” You licked your lips, “What all does a manager need to do?”

He grinned, turning to look back at the game, “We’ll get to that, but for now, welcome to the Nekoma team, little manager.”

Masterlist

#Nekoma #Nekoma manager reader #Nekoma x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #kuroo tetsuro #yaku morisuke #kai nobuyuki #coach nekomata #hq #hq x reader #team nekoma #team nekoma x reader

[teamiksong]

I think Hinata and Kageyama will be like Coach Nekomata and Coach Grandpa Ukai in the future. Friends and rivals until the end.

#haikyuu!! #kageyama #hinata #coach ukai #coach nekomata #haikyuu

[kindaichiyu]

kenma made sure that nekomata was also comfortable and taken care of

#kozume kenma #kenma kozume #kenma hcs #hq kenma #like he prob didn’t have to do much nekomata has a job and savings but #coach nekomata #haikyuu hcs #hq hcs #mee

[eurydicees]

chp 97 || 2024 special one-shot

#when i say i burst into tears reading this line i am NOT exaggerating. #NEKOMATA HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE THE BEST COACH. #haikyuu #hq liveblog #haikyuu manga spoiler #hq chp 97 #hq chp 324.5 #<- my tag for the new one shot

[suckishima]

omg i forgot mutton chop guy goes to tokyo for the karaneko match!! and them screening it at the karasuno cafe too aah!!

#i just love how this match is so much bigger than not only the current team but ANY iteration of the team #its every team since ukai and nekomata have been coaches and its their towns and friends and family and aaaah #connect #!!! #the fact that its the nekoma banner thats 'connect' and their rivalry and ukai sr's relationship with nekomata is the driving force of thei #success has never been lost on me #its crazy #2021 reread #karaneko manga spoilers #hq manga spoilers #x #hq #bingo contender?

[nightmare727]

🏐

part 5

#aestethic #pictures from pinterest #haikyuu #nekomata #shiratorizawa #ukai keishin #coach ukai #miya atsumu #miya osamu #takeda ittetsu #hinata natsu #alisa haiba #aran ojiro

[ruins-and-rewritez]

The Coaches (and Advisors and Managers)

[Photo ID: black and white manga panels of the Haikyuu!! Volleyball Club Coaches, Advisors and Managers members and their stats on a five-point parameter of power, jumping, stamina, intelligence, technique, and speed. In order Ittetsu Takeda, Kiyoko Shimizu, Kenshin Ukai, Yasufumi Nekomata, Manabu Noai, Nobuteru Irihata, Sadayuki Mizoguchi, INCOMPLETE]

(Haikyuu!! Character Reference Master Post Here)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu manga #manga panel #ittetsu takeda #kiyoko shimizu #kenshin ukai #yasufumi nekomata #manabu noai #nobuteru irihata #sadayuki mizoguchi #coaches #not the crows? #haruichi furudate #rarzo

[pridewon]

(ooc) i’m slowly chipping away at drafts and asks and will post tomorrow, but in the meantime, please have the most underrated bromance in this whole series.

#(nekomata) #if coach nekomata is this wild at 68 imagine what he was like at 28 #i want him and saeko to be besties #and i want him to out-drink kuroo once kuroo is old enough

[tvrningout-archived]

     @pridewon​ encounters makiko!

     her approach is very casual, very unassuming, very inconspicuous... hopefully. “ say, coach nekomata, ” makiko begins, pretending to sweep up some dirt nearby as the rest of the team works on collecting balls and taking down the net. she doesn’t meet the old cat’s eyes because she knows her face will give her away -- she’s a horrible liar. “ if someone was having trouble with their jump float serve, what do you think they’d need to work on? or what might help? i-- uh, i think one of karasuno’s players needed some help, so i though i’d ask you about it. ” yeah, stuttering is totally not suspicious.

#pridewon #makiko: i'm talking about me but i can't possibly let you know that #coach nekomata: ...she's talking about herself isn't she #ASDFGH I'M EXCITED TBH #i love imagining makiko trying to be sneaky with her questions bc she's just so bad at it #interactions | makiko #baby steps | year one | makiko

[byunbqbes]

HQ BOYS MEETING A BEAUTIFUL FAN

⟶ ft. kuroo, suna, ushijima

♡ kuroo

"kuroo? kuroo testurou?"

kuroo whips around, ready to apologise to whoever that the nekoma volleyball team is currently rushing to catch their bus back to school, when he's suddenly hit with...

kuroo's jaw drops.

he doesn't even know how to describe what he's seeing. all he knows is that he's currently staring at the girl of his dreams.

"um, could i take a video with you?" you give him a tentative grin, before rocking back on your heels, adding, "and if it's okay, could you wish my friend to get well soon?"

kuroo immediately closes his mouth, aware that he looks completely stupid in front of the cutest girl he's ever laid eyes on. he gazes at you with his iconic half-lidded eyes, hoping he sounds more confident than the way his heart is clenching in his chest, "oh? a video? and what's your friend's name?"

"misaki! she's your biggest fan but she couldn't be here because she's sick today." kuroo nods empathetically at your explanation, internally swooning because you're going to such lengths for your sick friend? that is so cute.

"sure! a video's nothing! hang on - kenma, help us take a video!"

kenma turns around, about to protest how they have no more time to entertain fangirls when he sees kuroo slinging an arm around you. kuroo shoots kenma a pleading look and kenma finds himself sighing because, of course, kuroo is absolute putty for pretty girls.

when coach nekomata calls for kuroo and kenma, kuroo frowns as he removes his arm around your waist, before he gets an idea.

he leans in closer to you, pressing something into your hands, smirking, "return this to me in school."

before you can even open your mouth and protest, kuroo's gone.

you look down in your hands and see his nekoma jacket crumpling between your fingers as you giggle to yourself.

♡ suna

suna is normally cool as a cucumber, eyes glued to his phone nonchalantly whenever a group of fangirls approach his teammates and gush animatedly.

normally.

he thinks he's being slick when he sneaks a few glances your way, heart clenching in his chest as he sees you move closer - or rather sees your friends drag you towards...him?

suna quickly assesses his situation and scans the area around him - no, the miya twins were not around him. this could only mean one thing - you're headed straight in his direction.

before he has the time to really freak out about an angel of a girl approaching him, you're already getting pushed towards him, with your friends' soft snickers in the background. and you're beaming up at him softly.

he feels his heart in his throat when he hears you repeat, gesturing to your friend who's holding up a polaroid camera, "are you okay to take a photo with me?"

okay? fuck. he is more than okay.

suna blinks, regaining a little composure. straightening his jersey, suna nods at you silently and wraps an arm around your shoulder, hoping you don't hear the way his heart is hammering thunderously against his chest.

holy shit. how do you smell amazing too? what was that - vanilla or something floral?

as suna tries to figure out what exactly is the intoxicating scent wafting around him, the photo is over, a little too fast might he add. he feels you pulling away from him and his arm drops back to his sides.

he knows he sounds uncharacteristically simp-y and even cringes a little at himself, but he knows he will forever regret it if he didn't ask you.

"do you wanna have another photo? with the polaroid camera, i mean."

suna may or may not have left his number behind the second polaroid.

♡ ushijima

"hi!"

ushijima feels a gentle tap on his shoulder right after he hears you. he turns around slowly and -

there is no way you are real.

"hello." he greets, looking stoic in contrast to the way he's internally panicking.

ushijima feels his grip tighten on the volleyball he's holding, taking in the way your eyes shine under the harsh gym lights. he listens to you ramble something about being a fan of his and a reporter as his eyes continue to glaze over your angelic figure, only snapping out of it when he feels kageyama nudging his side.

"so ermmm, what do you do in your free time?" you repeat helpfully, prodding a pen against your notepad.

"uhm." ushijima feels his face heating up. "i take care of my plants."

you're immediately gasping, "no way! i'm a plant mom too!"

"oh, uhhh," ushijima swallows, growing impossibly redder at the revelation of your shared hobby, "what do you grow?"

"roses!"

of course. that suits you, he thinks, pretty flowers for a pretty girl.

before ushijima knows it, he's spluttering nervously, "there's...actually a nursery around here..."

you look up from your notepad, eyes crinkling excitedly as you listen to ushijima explain how to get there. but after a couple of failed descriptions, ushijima scratches his head, "i-if you're not too busy afterwards, i could take you there?"

your eyes widen at the insinuation, before you nod shyly and give ushijima a small smile, which he finds himself melting at.

did ushijima just score himself a date? maybe.

is he complaining? oh hell no.

🤍 reblogs are very appreciated!

#shoutout to the anon for suggesting this!!! #haikyuu #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu fanfic #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq imagines #haikyu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #hq fluff #haikyuu!! #hq fanfic #hq x you #hq x y/n #hq x reader #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu hcs #haikyu hcs #haikyu fanfiction #haikyū!! #haikyu fluff #suna x reader #suna rintarō #hq suna #haikyuu suna #suna rintaro fluff #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsuro x you #ushijima x you

[mrskodzuken]

@festive I'M COMING FOR YOUR KNEECAPS LATER

#THAT ASK YOU SENT ME ABOUT COACH NEKOMATA HAVING A [REDACTED] KINK MADE MY BODY VIBRATING #and no... not bc i /have/ right now iykwim owo;;; #🐱saku.say #🐱banana.q

[h4mmiee]

i have not forgotten my roots....... younger coach nekomata....................................................... soon

#haikyuu #haikyuu fanart #my art #nekomata yasufumi #nekoma #haikyuu movie

[sooniebby]

Hey brother. I ain’t quite sure if you’re receiving this request or not (didn’t figure how to send them corrrctly yet), it could you write something with tsukkishima or Kuroo, please? With a character that is also somewhat smart academically but stupid for other shit. A intelligent himbo, if I can call it that way. And the other character is just feeling this weird sense of pleasure by putting the reader back on his place with some sort of dumbification. Thanks man

ఌ 𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎

꧁ 𝙏𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙭 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧 ꧂

Word count › 1.4k

Rating › NSFT

Warnings › you’re very dumb :/

Kinks › light degradation

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

╰┈─➤ ＢＥＧＩＮＮＩＮＧ

“That’s not how it works, Nekomata-San…” 

(Name) glanced back at Kenma with a confused look. “Why not? Isn’t the ball supposed to not hit the floor?” 

“Yeah, but…” 

“So then double hitting it should be fine.” 

“We can’t. It’s illegal.” 

“You can’t go to jail for that. There’s no law about it.” 

Kenma wanted to jump off a roof. He simply sighed and shook his head, deciding his mental health was worth more than explaining volleyball to his coach’s grandson. (Name) was honestly just confused on how something could be illegal in a game. 

“Kenma! Oh, afternoon, Nekomata-San.” Lev yelled, quickly bowing towards (Name). 

“Where’s Kuroo?” Kenma asked, wanting someone else to entertain (Name) before his brain turned into mush. 

“Dunno! I just got here,” Lev said, noticing only Yaku and Nekomata (the coach) was there. “Where is everyone?” 

(Name) hummed. “Maybe they got stuck in traffic?” 

“But… they were at school.” Lev said. 

“They could still get stuck in traffic.” 

“But they only have to walk. There’s no cars.” 

Lev looked confused out of his mind while Kenma simply wondered how could someone be so stupid but be one of the smartest kids at the school. He sometimes wondered if it was the price (Name) had to pay to be a top student. 

“What’s today’s date?” (Name) suddenly asked. 

“October 15.” Yaku said, walking over towards them. 

“Ah, It’s Kuroo’s birthday tomorrow!” 

“No, it’s Kenma’s.” 

“Ah,” (Name) blushed in embarrassment. “Sorry, Kenma.” 

“It’s fine.” 

“So are they just getting a party ready for Kenma? Oh, but why wasn’t I told?” Lev pouted. 

“Because you’re annoying.” Yaku grunted. 

Kenma shook his head. “I doubt it’s for me. Wouldn’t they do it tomorrow? We’ll have practice tomorrow too.” 

Nekomata coughed, earning the boys attentions. “(Name)… did you forgot the day you were born?” 

(Name) blinked. “I don’t think so. It’s September 15.” 

His grandfather sighed. “No, it’s today.” 

Kenma wondered how one could forgot their own birthday but he kept his mouth shut. Lev quickly went on a spew of questions on how (Name) could forget while Yaku simply muttered a happy birthday. 

“Ah, but that doesn’t explain why they aren’t here,” (Name) muttered. 

It did but no one had the heart to tell him. 

The door to the gym suddenly opened with Yamamoto, Kuroo, and few other players holding a cake. They yelled out a happy birthday with grins on their faces while (Name) just looked confused. 

“Who’s this for?” 

“Uh, for you.” Yaku said. 

“Ah! Right, thank you!” (Name) took the cake out of Yamamoto’s hands and blew out the candles, a small smile on his lips. After the quick happy birthday song, they all cut the cake into equal slices for everyone. 

“Nekomata-San, did you really forget your own birthday?” Kenma asked once (Name) was left with the largest slice of cake. Birthday boy gets the biggest slice, Nekomata had said. 

(Name) blushed. “I guess it wouldn’t hurt to tell you… But I was busy worrying about what to get you.” A cute smile appeared on his lips. “I guess I forgot about myself for a moment. I’ll give you your gift tomorrow.” 

“Ah, okay.” Kenma was honestly surprised (Name) would give him something since he had forgot his own not too long ago.

Maybe (Name) just had short term memory.

“Nekomata!” An arm suddenly wrapped itself around (Name)’s neck, causing him to wince. Kuroo grinned mischievously as he pulled (Name) close to him. 

“You’re going to choke him.” 

“He’s fine. Eh, Nekomata, I heard from Lev that you don’t know how volleyball works.” 

(Name) pouted. “I was only wondering why something was illegal if there’s no laws against it.” 

Kuroo blinked, a confused look in his eyes. He wasn't expecting that level of stupidity but he’d ignore it. “Those brains of yours certainly can’t help with everything, huh? It’s okay, though, you have me to teach you.” 

Kenma felt awkward being here. It felt oddly sexual with the way Kuroo was holding (Name) close to him. The more lustful look in his eyes while (Name) looked into it in a way. 

He should go for his sanity sake. “I finished my slice. I’m going to go practice now.” 

“Oh, okay.” (Name) muttered, meekly waving him goodbye. Kuroo simply hummed. 

Kuroo waited until Kenma was gone before pulling (Name) outside. (Name) went along with him, a blush creeping on his face. Once they were outside and behind the gym, Kuroo easily manhandled him to press against the wall. 

“Cute, I love when you play dumb.” Kuroo chuckled, pressing light kisses on (Name)’s neck. 

“I wasn’t!” (Name) mewled. 

Kuroo and (Name) were dating, which was something only Yaku and Yamamoto knew. And it wasn't because they told them. It was more of they were having sex in the locker room and Yaku and Yamamoto hadn’t actually left yet. 

It was a traumatising day for them both but they were nice enough to never tell anyone. (Name) mainly didn’t want his grandfather get angry or anything. 

“Tetsuro, they might hear us,” (Name) muttered, watching as Kuroo pulled down his pants. 

“They’re busy practicing. We can be quick,” Kuroo grinned, reaching down to slip a finger inside only to feel the string of something. He blinked and looked at (Name) who looked as if he wanted to die. 

“Oya? Is this what I think it is?” 

(Name) flushed. “No, it’s not a dildo!” 

Kuroo still wondered what he saw in (Name). “I know that. It’s called a butt plug. I’m shocked you used it,” he laughed, reaching inside to pull it out. (Name) groaned as he felt his hole now clench around nothing. 

“Did you have it inside you all day? Thinking about me…?” Kuroo smirked. 

(Name) pouted. “You said you’ll be happy if I did…” 

“Hm, did I?” Kuroo slipped in two fingers easily, enjoying the needy whines he earned from him. “You just do whatever I say huh? Don’t think for yourself.” 

“What..?” (Name) whined. “I do think. It’s impossible not to.” 

Kuroo simply shook his head and slipped out his fingers. “Do you want me, (Name)?” 

“Please.” 

(Name) wrapped his arms around Kuroo’s neck as the volleyball player grasped his legs and held him up. His legs quickly found themselves wrapped around his waist as Kuroo reached down to push his cock into (Name)’s twitching hole. 

From the butt plug that was inside of him the entire day, his cock easily slid in, earning a whimper from (Name). It certainly took some strength to hold him up but Kuroo was able to began his slow thrusts, enjoying the small gasps that left his boyfriend’s lips. 

“Tetsuro, it feels good.” (Name) babbled, his grip tightening around Kuroo as his thrusts began to pick up speed. His back was rubbing up against the wall, possibly causing them to collect dirt but he didn’t care. He loved spending his time with his boyfriend and having sex on his birthday was arousing to him. 

(Name) quickly pulled him in for a kiss as his thrusts began to feel sloppy. Maybe it was the thought of getting caught or the fact that (Name) was really walking around school with a butt play all because he said he’d like it but Kuroo felt as if he was about to cum already. 

He wanted to last a bit longer but thought maybe it’s good he’ll cum now. So they won’t be out gone for too long. 

The two continued to kiss, allowing them to moan without being heard as (Name) could feel himself getting closer. The grip on his legs was driving him crazy as he felt Kuroo use them to move (Name) back into him with each thrust. 

Sounds of soft gasps and squelching filled the air was the sun began to set. In a weird way, it was oddly romantic. With a few more thrusts, (Name) came first, arching his back as he gripped Kuroo’s shoulders painfully. Kuroo was right behind him, grunting as he pushed in deep inside. 

(Name) shivered at the warm cum inside him, wondering if he was really about to walk home with it inside. Kuroo simply hummed, not sorry at all for not pulling out. A pout appeared on (Name)’s lips as he was about to complain until he noticed that they were no longer alone. 

There stood a traumatised Kenma and Lev. 

“Kuroo….” 

“Nekomata-San…” 

Oh, fuck. 

“(Name)?!” And his grandfather?! (Name) was shocked to see his grandfather right behind Kenma. 

(Name) felt himself faint. Oh, no. His grandfather really just saw him butt ass naked with cum dripping. Kuroo himself also wanted to shrivel up and die right then and there from the glare his coach was giving him. 

Yeah, he was gonna have to kiss that leader title goodbye. 

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I hope I did Kuroo Justice lol! Thank you for requesting! And requests are open!!

#bottom male reader