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junosmindpalace · 11 months

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Suna isn’t the type of person to go out of his way to impress someone. To quit slacking off during practice when he senses Kita’s watchful gaze, sure, but to invest time grooming himself into other people’s likeness? No way.

He’s secure in himself for the most part, laid back and nonchalant. It wasn’t as if he didn’t put any work into himself, it was just that he only gave effort in areas he cared about or where it was required of him, and that usually didn’t transcend outside the realms of school and volleyball.

Most of the time (when he isn’t slacking off), Suna is practicing getting down a more efficient spike and doing his best to keep up with his agonizing classes. That was the most he cared about in terms of himself…until you had started to talk up a classmate of yours.

Suna was used to getting attention as an athlete, a lot of times indifferent to it. Atsumu was the one who enjoyed that sort of attention more, but he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a blow to his pride when he hears you gush about a guitarist friend of yours. You would seemingly drone on and on about how impressive he was. You swooned, you would say. Guitarists are so cool. Rintaro listened to all your starstricken rants with raised brows and an annoyed look on his face. He couldn’t help but scoff and look away when you once mentioned something about attending one of his gigs.

You were enthusiastic about Suna’s volleyball games, but never had you talked about his plays with such reverence. What was so great about guitarists? You could get all the excitement from a concert at one of Suna’s games. There was no need for you to attend that guy’s show. The rush in the stands are pretty much the same you’d feel at a concert venue.

“Athletes are obviously better. What does plucking some strings have on power and scoring points?”

Suna’s mouth curled downward into a small frown as he listened to Atsumu’s attempt at trying to pick him up during practice. Suna didn’t mean for it to start getting discussed, but Atsumu, dumbfounded by Suna’s irritable mood, got curious on what could possibly make his very nonchalant teammate so…chalant. And so he poked and prodded, making exaggerated comments about his ugly face due to the deep frown on his lips and how he could see the steam coming from his ears until Suna caved in.

“Obviously something.”

Rintaro, you should see him play! He’s incredible, it almost has me falling for him. You had joked, but alarm bells were going off in his head, a wave of nausea washing over him and wiping out the remainder of his ego and any sort of nonchalance he was able to feign. That was his final straw.

It was Aran who was the first to find out about Suna’s new hobby when he visited his house one afternoon, staring in surprise at the new addition to his usually unchanging room sitting in the corner.

“When’d you get a guitar, man?”

“Last week.”

“I didn’t know you were interested in playing an instrument.”

Suna's gaze shifted to the ground as he only gave a shrug in response, because he really wasn’t. At least, not out of a passion for it. He liked listening to music, he didn’t mind listening to other people play, but he himself had never been interested in learning. Well, until he learned about your love for guitarists.

“They’re just so….you know?”

“I don’t.”

You laughed, even though Suna had meant the words with all the sincerity in the world. And he never got a clear explanation, so now he’s taking it upon himself to figure out what makes a couple of chords so impressive.

He’s ready to bash his head into the guitar only a couple of days in. The metal strings on his acoustic were harsh on his fingers and always slipped from their position on the fretboard. He gets down the chord shapes decently quick, which motivate him to immediately move onto barring and suddenly he’s back to square one. Transitioning between each chord was also a pain, and don’t get him started on reading sheet music. Injuring his fingers during a game set his progress back a week.

He tries focusing on learning to play your favorite music; solos, riffs and the like. But each tutorial requires another tutorial, and it becomes a vicious pattern of Suna going down a rabbit hole trying to learn one thing after another.

He’s ready to give up on the whole thing and find some way to impress you with volleyball, but the plan to abandon his progress halts after your reaction to him casually bringing up how difficult it was to play.

“Wow, Rin, you play? I had no idea! That’s awesome! I’m sure you’re incredible!”

And suddenly Suna’s back to looking up various tutorials, practicing transitioning between different chords and properly starting out with the basics. He even borrows workbooks from the music rooms to practice outside of school. The patience required of him made his head spin, but it was no matter. He was an athlete with an oblivious crush- patience was his middle name.

He’s surprisingly dedicated, not staying too late after school for volleyball practice and instead opting to work out of his books in the afternoon. He’s gotten farther than he ever expected he would- he even picks up on the language naturally. He doesn’t even realize it until he’s ranting to you about some annoying technical details, not even in an attempt to make you fawn over him.

When he turns to look at you, he’s caught off guard by the impressed look on your face.

“Sounds frustrating. I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it soon.” You said slowly, tilting your head to the side.

Suna admits that despite having a lot to learn and a lot of practice to be doing in order to improve his musicality, he’s actually found this new hobby of his decently fun. He was slowly starting to understand the appeal you talked so much about, the satisfaction of being able to play a set of chords correctly reminiscent of hitting a good spike.

But ultimately, it’s your almost shy smile and tinted cheeks as you look up at him in admiration that, despite the insane amount of frustration, make Suna glad he decided to pick up guitar.

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aphroxditus · 1 year

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Oikawa Tōru is the type of boyfriend who would bend you over the bathroom counter and pound into you from behind. He’d pull your ponytail back and make you watch the scene from the mirror while he stares straight at you from the mirror, his brown eyes half lidded and a smirk plastered on his face.

His strong arms grip your ass, and you could see his bulky biceps. His torso was naked and you could see his abs.

This man gives you no mercy, as he drills in and you keep banging into the counter. Moans and whimpers escape your mouth as you try and stay quiet because you wouldn’t want his friends downstairs to hear how well Oikawa was fucking his girlfriend.

“That’s it pretty girl. Keep watching”, he groans into your ears as he pulls on your hair to keep your head facing the mirror. “Look at what a mess you are. Such a dirty, dirty little slut. My slut.”

Then, he jerks his hips and slams into you all of a sudden, earning a yelp followed by a loud moan from you. Your cheeks feel like they’re on fire and you pray that nobody heard you. But who are you kidding? They’re probably all standing outside the bathroom door jerking off to those pretty sounds and waiting for Oikawa to finish off with you so they can have a go. The thought drives you wild and you feel overwhelmingly stimulated. You clench around his cock.

“Such a little slut. You really want the others to hear, don’t you?”, he breathes into your ear.

Whimpering, you shake your head, trying to deny, but you both knew the truth.

And luckily, it wouldn’t be too long before your dream becomes a reality.

Sorry if this has any errors. I just decided to do a quick post randomly out of nowhere so I hope you guys enjoy it :)

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seokiloquy · 1 year

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Wine and Movie Pt 1 - Ushijima Wakatoshi

Au: Regular (timeskip)

Tags/Warnings: GN! Reader, swearing? I can’t remember

Word Count: 2.9k

Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3

Yawning, you slugged into the gym a few minutes later than planned, and dropped yourself onto the bench next to the coach. Suzaku brushed his goatee, taking his eyes off the gym floor to give you a curious look from the corner of his eye.

“Bad date?” he asked.

“Yep.”

“I’m sorry, Kid. That sucks. You were looking forward to it.”

“Yep.”

He waited, lips pinched together until he couldn’t wait any longer. “What happened?”

“Ugh!” You sunk into the bench, back hunching until you fully curled over your lap. “He was just. So much? Too little? Everything and nothing at all?”

“How… descriptive.”

You groaned again, lifting your head to see the team walk in together with their training gear on and made their way to one of the trainers who was waiting in the centre of the gym to lead their warm-ups. You lowered your voice as they made a large circle, and some of the towering players settled into their spots a couple of steps in front of you.

“Okay, first, we agreed to see a movie. And I thought, ‘sounds good. I love movies; it’ll give us something to discuss afterwards.’ I got to choose the film and, of course, I went with that murder movie, right? He slept through it! And when I asked what he thought, he said ‘it’s no DC cinematic classic.’ So I already wanted to leave, but at that point, we had already gotten to dinner.” You breathed, trying to whisper as you noticed the players glancing over their shoulders to get an ear on what you were saying. “He spent the whole time whining about his ex, who for the record, sounded lovely, and how she didn’t take care of him enough. Honestly, that woman was a saint for putting up with him for more than five hours. He didn’t even listen to a word I said. Gosh, why do I even bother dating men? Do you have a daughter, Coach Suzaku?”

“I do, but she’s got some anger issues and spends most of her time whining. She’s also four, so, ya know.”

You huffed a laugh, earning a pat on the back from the man. “I should just get off dating apps. It‘s done nothing but cause me headaches.”

“I think you need to meet someone the old-fashioned way. You know, I met my wife in college. There was a campus party, and I threw up in the toilet while she was crying in the bathtub.”

You gave him a horrified look. “And she went for that?”

“After laughing at me, ya.”

You chuckled, imagining Suzaku with his arms wrapped around a toilet bowl and acidic chucks falling from his nose, being laughed at by a woman with messy hair and tear-stained cheeks that was curled up in the nearby tub. “She sounds wonderful.”

“Oh, she is. But my point still stands. You need to connect with someone naturally instead of searching for it.”

“I’ll give it a shot.”

“Just don’t drink too much.”

“Haha, I’ll stick with wine.”

You both turned back to the team.

“Hey, Toshi, face the team. There’s nothing important going on over here.”

Ushijima, who had twisted his spine around while stretching, had his sharp eyes zeroed in on you and the coach and missed the call for him to turn onto the next stretch. His eyes darted back to the team, and he eagerly switched his position to keep up with the rest.

You chuckled. “That’s unusual.”

“It is. But not surprising. He’ll get lost in thought if he gets distracted.”

“Him? Distracted from volleyball?” Ushijima was one of the youngest on the team, having been recruited right before graduating high school, but managed to outrun everyone in terms of focus. Everyone on the team was a volleyball geek. The V league seemed only to recruit those who would dedicate their lives to the sport. But even with the stiff competition, Ushijima had struck you as someone who relied on the sport like a lifeline, not the other way around. He relied on volleyball. Volleyball didn’t rely on him. Any deviation was a distraction from his life path.

“Hard to believe, isn’t it? Can’t be a bad thing, though. He’ll wear himself thin if he spends all his free time practising. Which reminds me, I’m going to have to confiscate the gym key from the youngsters.”

You saw that we pinched his eyes toward Kageyama and Hoshiyumi, who were next to Ushijima’s right.

“Like that will stop them from booking time at a local gym.”

Suzaku kissed his teeth. “You’re right…. It’s better to have them here. Here, where you can watch them.” he slapped your shoulder.

“Seriously? Look. I may like my job, but hanging out in a sweat-filled gym is not my idea of a good time.”

“Better than going on another bad date, though. Right?”

“I guess.”

“Good.” He grinned, looking back at the team. “Toshi! Pay attention.”

Sighing, you watched the three as they spent their time off doing exactly what they’d do if it were their time on. Hoshiumi would throw the ball into the air, Kageyama would toss it, and then Hoshiumi would spike it past Ushijima if he managed, and then they rotated.

“You know, we all have to go to dinner in an hour, right? You should all shower and get dressed.”

Kageyama and Hoshiyumi were vocal in their desire to keep playing, glaring your way as they harrumphed. Ushijima, both as you expected and, to your shock, turned to you with his usual stoic expression and nodded before walking to the showers.

“Did he just?” You looked toward the other two, who mirrored your expression. “Nevermind. Just follow him, you stink, and it's an industry dinner.”

Being the one with the driver's licence and a car, it was you that got to drive the damp-haired men to the venue. Making it just in time, you ushered the three to your teams tables and got them in their seats before the MC of the night began talking. It was a rush, and after getting Kageyama and Hoshiumi onto one table and Ushijima to the other, there wasn’t enough time to run to the back of the room where the rest of the staff was.

“Welcome, everyone!” the MC started, as you placed a crumpled handkerchief onto Ushijima’s lap. “We are in for a long night, filled with interviews, conversations and food. Staff will be coming around with your orders of food and drink, we ask that you please stay seated until the end of recording and eating. Let’s get this show on the road.”

“Ah shit,” you cursed. The cameras were rolling, and you’d have to run across them or crawl and risk disrupting the event either way. You ducked as the hanging camera swung overhead.

“Sit here,” Ushijima said in his usual low tone, while pulling out the chair next to him.

“I can’t do that! I’m not a player, people will notice!”

“Not enough people will care.”

“If you saw a stranger sitting with your team, wouldn’t you be a little curious or concerned?”

He didn't answer, looking off for a moment before meeting your eyes. “Sit.”

“Ushijima, you’re as stubborn as a boulder.” You slowly rose to your feet, still hunching as to not get higher than everyone’s heads. “I shouldn’t sit here.”

Taking your hand, gently, by the tips of your fingers, he pulled you down onto the plush chair just as you landed the camera swung back over your head. “Sit.”

“You’re like a toddler.”

“Not a boulder?”

“You can be both.”

“I like the boulder.”

“Fine. A boulder.”

As much as you enjoyed the world of volleyball, you found yourself zoned out as the MC called various coaches and players to the stand. Sadly, you couldn’t converse too much or move anywhere; you were glued to your chair until the first commercial break came. But, just as you were about to sneak away—

“Excuse me, I don’t have your order. Are you in the wrong seat?” A waitress had arrived, dawning a completely black outfit that made her blend into the background.

“I am, I was just about to move to my seat.”

“No, no. I’ll bring your food here, we want everyone to stay where they are until the end. What was your name? I need it so I can find your order.”

You hunched back into the chair, mumbling your name out while fiddling with the table cloth.

“And what would you like to drink?”

“...Red wine?”

“Excellent, I’ll be right back.”

“Great.”

There were a few moments of chatter before Ushijima turned his chair towards you.

“What school did you go to?” He asked.

“Which one? High school or university?”

He paused again, thinking. “Both.”

“Wakutani, then 2 years of Miyagi U.”

“What did you study?”

“Sports science, but I did it really quickly.”

“Hmm.”

Nodding, you waited for a moment before putting out your own question.

“Why are you talking to me? You don’t seem like the type to… idly chat.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “You seem interesting.”

“Oh.” You blinked at him, fighting down a blush, “I can’t say I’ve been told that before.”

He nodded, “You are interesting. I wanted to talk to you.”

“Thank you,” you choked, trying to find something other than being flustered to focus on.

“You went to Shiratorizawa right? Did you do anything besides volleyball?”

“No… Not unless my teammates took me somewhere. Tendou liked to get dessert.”

You had no idea who Tendou was, but you nodded along hoping something else would come to mind before you got to stuff your faces with food.

“Do you like desserts?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

“I like hayashi rice,” he offered. “It’s not a dessert though. I have to keep myself healthy.”

“It’s okay to treat yourself now and then, but if you prefer healthy foods anyways, then it’s no big deal.”

“Do you like deserts?”

“Umm, sometimes? I like salty things more I think. I always get popcorn when I go to the movies, chips are too loud.”

“Hmm. You like mysteries right?”

The waitress came back, placing your place of food on the table cloth. You smiled at her quickly before turning back to Ushijima.

“I do. Were you listening to me and Coach talk?”

He paused again, “Maybe.”

You laughed, trying to keep your voice down as the MC returned to the stage. “You’re a little stalker.”

“I’m not little.” He huffed.

“I know, that makes it even funnier.” You took a sip of wine. “Do you have a favourite genre of movie?”

“Hmm. Philosophical?”

“Really? I thought you would’ve said sports.”

“I like those too.”

“Figures. Are there any volleyball ones you like?”

“No. They’re all bad. They don't portray volleyball correctly.”

“Ah, so you watch sports you don’t know anything about because you can’t criticize the specifics but can relate to the characters as athletes.”

Ushijima took a breath before nodding. “Ya. Is there a reason why you like mysteries?”

“I like that they make me think. Make me try to solve a puzzle with the same clues the characters have. Really good ones give you the clues without making them too obvious. There’s a balance.”

“Hmm, would you want to see a movie together sometime? Your pick. Maybe have some wine with it?”

“Trying to ask me out already after having one conversation that doesn’t pertain to your physical health.”

“Um.. Sure?” he didn’t seem sure.

You chuckled, shaking your head and hand, dismissing it, before looking at him with a calm smile. “So, wine and a movie?”

Again he paused, then nodded. “Wine and a movie.”

“He’s like… 25? And asked me out for wine and a movie like he's a 40 year old woman.”

Sara, who sat, draped, across your couch gave you a side eyed look. “You love those things.”

“Yes, I do. But it doesn’t mean I can’t be surprised… and a little bit confused.”

“Well, maybe he likes you.”

“He likes volleyball.”

“And paid enough attention to something outside of volleyball to be able to remember something.”

You stopped your pacing, blinking. “Oh shit, you might be right.”

“Oh look at that, I’m right. Once again!”

“I said might be.” You glared over the armrest.

Sara shrugged. “Same difference. So when is this happening.”

“After practice on Monday… He usually stays behind to do extra drills.”

“Oho, you really got him out of his comfort zone.”

You groaned, dropping onto the couch by Sara’s feet, which she immediately placed in your lap. “Why did I agree to this? How did I end up agreeing to this?”

“Hey, it’s not a bad thing. He took note of some of your interests, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating the gesture.”

“The bare minimum really.”

“It’s more than most men can say they do.”

Sighing, you stared at your ceiling, hoping to find a clear thought among the white void. Nothing came and you were left with hearing your heart thumping in your ears.

Ushijima’s home, despite being in a luxury apartment not too far from the training grounds, was like walking into a traditional temple. Somehow, he managed to collect and cater his home to a certain design choice through decorations alone.

You stared at some of the photos in his living room wall. There was a lack of family pictures, maybe one or two, but the majority was made up of candid shots of his mid-air, left arm pulled back as he prepped for a spike, or blurry photos that he definitely didn’t take himself.

“That’s Tendou,” Ushijima said, using the rim of a wine glass to point at the red mass in the corner of one of the photos. “He moves too quickly. Every picture he takes is bad.”

You laughed. “Bad or not, you still hang them up.”

“He did it without my permission.”

Raising a brow, you tilted your head his way. “And yet, you haven’t taken them down.”

Ushijima looked away, heading toward the mats and table that were low to the ground. Any other person would have thought he ignored you, but even a short conversation was enough to let you know that he hadn’t.

“They’re bad photos, but I like them.” He poured the red wine into two glasses, and poured out the chips he had hidden beneath one arm into a bowl. “Hmm, You don’t have to worry about the chips making noise, subtitles are on.”

You smiled. “How considerate. Or are you worried that you won't be able to hear the movie?”

Ushijima just hummed, and sat down on one of the pillows, leaving an invisible invitation on the matching one for you to sit on.

It was your choice of movie, but you had decided on something that hopefully combined both of your interests.

Soul from Pixar.

Combine both of your interests… as little as possible.

Though, to be fair, the movie did have a philosophical side to it, and was about passion, just in music instead of sports. It didn’t have any mystery, which was fine… There’s no reason you had to have your favourite genre included, you had chips and wine.

Not that Ushijima went for the chips at all. More for you. A trade off.

It was odd though. Despite Sara’s claims, it didn’t feel like a date. You both sat on opposite ends of a square table, too far away to think about cuddling up even if there wasn’t a table in your way, sitting silently (as much as the chips would allow) as the movie passed. However, at the odd times you’d glance at Ushijima, you’d see a man, fully wrapped up in the story unfolding in front of him with the lights reflecting in his eyes. Focused, thinking, and certainly not asleep or whining about his ex.

The bag of chips and bowl were completely empty by the time the film ended. Had it not been a monday, the wine would have been too.

As the credits rolled you took your last sip of wine for the night, dipping your head back as the last drop rolled onto your tongue.

“I liked it,” Ushijima said. “I wish I could have seen where 22 went though.”

“Hmm,” you thought aloud, “I think that may be part of the point though. What would have seeing where 22 went served? They found a passion for life, that was the end of their story. At least, the end for this part of it.”

“Ya… It just felt incomplete in a way.”

“Why do you say that?”

Ushijima turned on his pillow, sitting with a straight spine as he faced your slouched posture. You gulped and straighten up.

“There’s so much time that’ll follow that point of the story.”

“Hmm, ya. Well, what do you want to see 22 do?”

“Music? Food maybe.”

You grinned, “I like that idea too. I think food works really well. Maybe a social worker in some way. 22 fell in love with being a person, I feel like it makes sense if they want to help people in some way.”

Ushijima nodded. “Do you want to watch another movie?”

You blinked, glancing at the clock on the wall before thinking it over with a smile, calm as can be. “You know what, sure. You choose this one.”

I don’t know if I should write a second part to this or not… - Bacon

Posted: 26/02/2023

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sadhatter · 26 days

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You Right - Kuroo Tetsurō x Reader

A/N: Im rewatching Haikyuu and Kuroo is just everything I want in a man period. Doja has been in my ears for a while now and I really wanted to do a fic based on one of her songs, so I hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I like writing it.

Also, You're the captain of the girls volleyball team at Karasuno. Yui Michimiya is your ace.

Reader is small and curvy

Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurō (Haikyuu) x Reader

Order: Pastry with Blueberry Jam and a hint of Raspberry Jam

Warnings: !!CHEATING!! (if you dont like the idea of cheating on another mc then id suggest moving away from this fic) teasing, implied smut, daichi slander (i love daichi but for the sake of the story daichi a dick)

Blurb: You and Kuroo have had a thing on the side for a while. But when your boyfriend Daichi has finally tipped you over the edge you go to the one man who was there for you through it all.

Word Count: 3684

(Y/N) POV

I was pushing through the crowd, hearing different people yell out to me to watch where I was going. But none of that mattered. I needed to get to the gym before the coach hanged me from the rafters for being late. I begged the coach only a week ago to let the Karasuno girls' volleyball team attend the training camp with the boys, and now I'm pushing through the different groups, dawned in different school jackets, trying to make it to the game on time.

We were set to play against Nekoma High. Their girls' team is pretty strong, but the Karasuno Girls have been the regional reigning champs for the past three years. As I finally saw the gym come into focus, I could see a figure waving her arms and screaming at me.

"(Y/N)! Hurry up! Coach is pissed!" Yui yelled out, causing me to go from a light sprint to full speed. I definitely compromised my ability to play, but what was I meant to do? Even though I was the captain, I was already on the coach's shit list for pleading to come here.

It took a lot of convincing and ass-kissing to come here today. While the team I had at the moment was the best I've played with, I want them to go further than I could ever take them. I could only ever take them to state, but I know they can make it to nationals and much more. So, this training camp is a way to help these girls grow their skills without me. I finally made it to the doors of the large gym and pushed them open, Yui following close behind me. Running through the halls, I threw my bag off my shoulder and passed it to Yui.

"How pissed are we talking?" I asked, pulling the jumper I had on over my head.

"Pissed, like you will be cleaning the gym for the next month pissed," Yui replied, both of us out of breath at the sheer speed we were both moving.

"Fuc-oof." Just as I was cursing to myself, I ran into something resembling a wall. Due to the fabric over my head, I couldn't see what I ran into, but the voice that rang out soon caused blood to rush directly to my face.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," The voice started as I continued to pull the rest of my jumper over my head.

"Kuroo."

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," he said, covering his face with his hand. Confused by his proclamation, I saw that my top had gone with my jumper, leaving only my sports bra and cleavage on display.

My head went even more red than before as I pulled the shirt from the jumper and back over my head. Kuroo Tetsuro did things to my body, unspeakable things, but I was determined to keep my composure.

After all…

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you."

I have a boyfriend. Daichi Sawamura.

After pulling me through the doors of the court I was playing on, I felt a slight praise and a light kiss on my forehead. Finally, I realized the heat from my face hadn't left from my encounter with Kuroo. "This is why you are not late." Daichi almost spat out.

After he moved away from me, I looked toward my coach or my mother, whose face was as red as Nekoma's uniform. Like mother and daughter, but we were red for two different reasons.

"(Y/N) (M/N) (L/N)! You get on that court now before I revoke your title and drag every one of your teammates back to Karasuno!" She yelled at me, instilling absolute fear in my veins, afraid of the punishment I would be receiving later.

Kuroo's POV

Of course, I saw him—I was just playing against him and his team. But where was she? I heard him gloating about her being here earlier, so did she leave? I was really hoping she could see me destroy her boyfriend and his team.

"Kuroo?" I heard Kenma's quiet voice call out as he slowly approached me. "You seemed distracted?"

"I was hoping someone would be here, that's all," I replied, moving toward the middle of the court to shake hands with the opposing team.

"She has a boyfriend, Kuroo. You should back off. So no drama is caused." Kenma replied, lining up next to me.

"I'll back off when she tells me to," I told him with a slight smirk as I finally made it to the man of the hour. "Good game, captain," I told him, holding my hand towards his and grabbing it firmly.

"You too," he replied, letting a secret fire light behind my eyes. I knew that I wasn't only better at Volleyball but also at making his girl pleased. I knew things about her no one would ever know—not even her little boyfriend, Daichi Sawamura. Grabbing my gym bag and water bottle, I started to push my way through the small crowd on the court to move towards the door.

"KUROO!" An annoying, loud ringing sang through my ears. Almost making me believe I was hearing a fire alarm. But when I moved my eyes towards the sound, I saw the Nekoma Girls captain running towards me at full speed.

"Hi, Yuki." The tone that rang through my cords was utterly dissatisfied. "Playing next?" I asked her nonchalantly. I'm not trying to make a conversation, but I obviously wasn't getting out of this, so it's better to talk than stand in silence.

"Yeah against Karasuno," One word, and my interest is peaked. "We will definitely beat them this time. I can feel it."

My attention started to fade towards the end, but all I knew was that they definitely wouldn't beat Karasuno—not with her on the team. Speaking of her, I'm seeing the rest of her team but not her. Now that I'm noticing it, they all seem to have a worried look on their faces. It's like they knew she was their savior, and they wouldn't be able to win without her.

My eyes landed on her best friend, Yui Michimiya, who kept looking at her phone and then at the door. My attention started to move towards the group of girls crowding around me before I heard a slight ding. I looked back at Yui, who was looking at her phone, before quickly bolting out the doors.

"So Kuroo, the girls, and I considered having a party to celebrate when we win. Will we see you there?" All I heard was decibels, words I didn't comprehend as I laid one of my hands on one of their heads, quickly affirming whatever they said, and moved towards the doors. Walking through the propped-open doors, I turned the corner and immediately came in contact with something small and light. Looking down, I saw black fabric covering the top of a small frame.

I immediately knew who it was by examining the small frame and seeing the curves that adorned the small body. After all, my hands have roamed those curves multiple times, enough to learn every scratch and bump that coats her beautiful skin. Looking at her larger thighs, my eyes locked onto the way the tight booty short squeezed the fat around her ass. Perfectly framing her lower extremities. I looked behind her to see Yui smiling slightly but out of breath. Yui knew about my relationship with her best friend; she disapproved of how we were going about it.

"If you're Yui, that must mean," I started as the more petite frame pulled the rest of the jumper over her head. Showing beautiful (H/C) hair that was slightly messy from the jumper. Georgus (E/C) eyes peering through her lashes and sweet plump lips pushing shallow breaths out as she caught her breath again.

My beautiful (Y/N). My dove.

"Kuroo." The way her voice rang my name sounded like an intoxicating symphony. While I still adored the way she sang my name, when she cried my name, it sent me into a feral state. My eyes trailed down her body again, thinking about what I would be doing to her later. When my eyes landed on her exposed cleavage, I finally realized her shirt came off with her jumper.

"Dove, ahh, your shirt," I told her as I threw my hand to my face to try and cover the growing heat that was forming on it. Between split fingers, I saw her face go even redder before quickly putting her shirt back on.

"(Y/N)? What are you doing? Coach is going to kill you." Daichi finally made his way out the doors. Took him long enough to notice his girlfriend was missing. I watched her move past me towards Daichi and into the gym.

My eyes met Yui's as she moved towards me. She sighed before stopping—only for a moment, though, placing a hand on my bicep. She told me that she thought I suited her best friend and felt terrible for me. "You're better for her; you challenge her. And that's what she needs, but Daichi has been by her side since they were toddlers. He's the same; you're the change she's scared of," she told me before making her way into the gym to join her team.

That made me think—a lot within the span of 5 seconds. (Y/N) and I have known each other since our first year of High School at our first training camp. She was already with Sawamura, but quickly, I noticed the way she always found herself around me.

It wasn't until later in the year at our second training camp that I realized Sawamura barely paid attention to her. So, once again, I found her being around me more. She slowly opened herself up to me, and it went from a small attraction to actual feelings.

The second year is when we actually start to act on our emotions. For example, in our second year, (Y/N) decided to stay in the prefecture for a couple of nights, and I ended up in her bed on more than one occasion. Ever since, there have been secret nights, stolen glances, and kisses in the dark.

I was enough until the start of this year. Sawamura started using her as a tension blow-off. She wasn't his girlfriend anymore; she was his toy. While she didn't want to see it, the more she told me what would happen during the day, the more it became apparent. After multiple outings with our mutual friends and long chats with her best friend, I learned she's petrified of change. I don't push her, though; I will let her go at her own pace for as long as she needs.

"Wanna grab a feed?" I heard Sawamura speak out as I saw him walk past me. Where was he going? (Y/N) was about to start her game. "You know your girlfriend is about to play, right?" I called out, watching him and Sugawara stop in their tracks. They both turned around, but Sugawara had a sadder look than Sawamura.

"I've seen her play so many times; this time will be no different," he said with a slight shrug, but his demeanor told me he had no clue what was wrong with what he had just said. He turned back around, leaving Sugawara looking at me sadly.

(Y/N) would tell me how much Sugawara has been there for her when no one else was, and I will forever be grateful for it. Though he doesn't outwardly know about the two of us, I believe he knows my feelings for the Karasuno Girls captain.

Screw it; if he won't be there for her, even for something as small as a training camp game, I'll be there for her. She deserves the whole world, but at the very least she deserves a cheerleader.

(Y/N)'s POV

Half way through the game coach called a time out so everyone could collect themselves again. It wasn't until my focus wasn't on the game or my girls that I noticed that most of the boys from the Karasuno team were still around, watching the game, but Daichi was nowhere. I scanned the side of the court, nothing. Near the door, no one. The bleachers though, my eyes landed on another pair. Not Daichi's though.

"Kuroo." I whispered to myself as emotions I couldn't even name washed through my body. But we were playing against Nekoma, so he's probably here to support them.

"Okay girls! Get out there and show them what you got!" Coach called out as the rest of the girls made their way back onto the court. "(Y/N)." I heard my coach call out, but not as coach, as my mother.

I turned to look at her and the glance in her eyes told me she knew my feelings but that I needed to focus right now. So many words with one look. I understood and shook my head and made my way back to the court.

After every point I scored. Every block. Every save. I looked at him. He would already be looking at me. Every. Single. Time. Every glance rose the question. Why wasn't I with him. Why was I with someone who couldn't even take the time of day to watch my games.

The game ended rather quickly after those thoughts. I was running on auto pilot. I didn't even realize I had won us the game until I felt multiple bodies tackle me to the ground.

Just like Yui predicted, I was cleaning the gym after our game as it was the last of the day. And let me tell you, cleaning a stadium with 3 courts isn't easy to do by yourself. I'm just lucky coach asked me to clean this stadium instead of the Karasuno court. The boys don't know the meaning of cleanliness apparently.

"Need help?" I heard a sweet, coarse voice echo through the stadium. I turned to face the doors to see a tall, muscular man. Dawning beautiful black hair and piercing honey eyes.

"Where did you get to? I was looking for you after the team meeting but you went missing?" I paused in my tracks, leaning on the broom I was using to sweep the floor.

I watched as he stalked towards me, stopping only a couple inches in front of me. His cologne stung my nostrils in an intoxicating way. The way his body towered over mine made me feel hunted yet protected at the same time. The feelings I get with Kuroo are addictive, while what I feel for Diachi is comfortable.

"I went to get us these." He cooed quietly as he pulled both of his hands from behind his back, showing my favorite drink in the entire world.

"Ugh, I knew there was a reason why I liked you." I told him as I dropped the broom, letting it fall to the ground and echo around us as I grabbed the drink from Kuroo's large, firm hand.

"You played really well today."

"So you were there for me?" I said with a slight smirk as we made our way to the bleachers. Teasing Kuroo was one of my favorite pass times.

"Of course, no one on Nekoma's team has an ass like yours." He said nuding me to the side slightly. My mouth dropped in a joking shock.

"So I'm just a body to you am I?" I said as I moved in front of him and threw my leg at him, slightly kicking him as we both laughed.

We chatted, nothing sexual. Just talked. Thinking about it, I don't remember the last time I was just chatting with Daichi like this. These days he only ever talks to me if he needs something. We talked for nearly an hour before we heard the doors slam open.

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi"

Kuroo's POV

"(Y/N)! What the fuck!"

"Daichi," (Y/N) said calmly. Almost like he's addressed her like this before.

"What are you doing in here alone with him!"

"Why can't I be?"

"Because you're mine! What sort of person are you parading around with other men?" The utter disgust that was being spat from Sawamura's mouth was like poison to hear.

How dare he speak to her like that, but when I turned to comfort (Y/N), her expression was stern—unwavering, in fact. He's definitely spoken to her like this before, and that fact irked me to my core. I'm about to stand up and give him a piece of my mind when I feel a small hand graze my bicep. I go to look at the girl the hand belongs to, but she's already on her feet and standing in front of Sawamura.

"So because I was your girlfriend, I belonged to you?" she started quietly but loud enough for both of us to hear.

"Was? Was my girlfriend. (Y/N) you are my girlfriend." Daichi exclaimed, almost like he was forcing a role onto her.

"No, Daichi, I was right the first time." She told him, with an undertone of authority. I was your girlfriend, meaning I'm not anymore. You do understand what it means, right?"

The struggle to suppress my laughter was profound. (Y/N) She sounded so done, done with him, done with the way she was treated, and just done with everything that had to do with Daichi Sawamura.

"Don't talk to me like I'm stupid."

"Well, you must be. I have been your pet, toy, and slave. I have always been there for you, especially when you couldn't be there for yourself. I WAS THERE! And where have you been in the past three years? Not with me, that I know for certain."

"(Y/N).."

"No, Daichi." She cut him off, moving closer to Sawamura and causing him to step back. We're done."

Two words and my ears are feeling bliss. I watched (Y/N) turn on her heel and look me directly in the eyes. She grabbed my hand and smiled slightly before turning back around and walking away—away from the stadium, away from the gym, but most importantly, away from someone who made her feel less than and towards a brighter future for herself.

Luckily, she's kept her hand firmly gripped to mine, bringing me with her.

(Y/N)'s POV

I was on the warpath, pushing through the thick air that was pulling me back to the gym to apologize for what I said. But why apologize for something I meant? I was sick of being pushed around by him.

"(Y/N), can you do this for me"

"(Y/N), I don't have time."

"I need to practice another time."

That's all I've heard from him for the past three years. Ever since we started Karasuno, it's like he changed. He wasn't the Daichi I fell in love with at such a young age. He wasn't the Daichi I made plans for the future with. He wasn't my Daichi, though.

"(Y/N)..."

It's like an echo called out my name through the endless thoughts and memories that ran through my mind.

"(Y/N)..." The echo got louder.

"DOVE!" It finally hit me. Kuroo. I dragged him through all this. Why did he even let me drag him? He could easily overpower me. He's done it plenty of times before. "Please stop, just for a second."

"I am-" I started, pausing and letting go of his hand as I slowly turned to face him.

"Dove?"

"I am terribly sorry!" I yelled slightly, throwing myself into a bow to apologize for putting him through that scene.

"What for?" I felt his hand touch my chin and push my face to look into his eyes. Those eyes—how I wished I had been looking into them for the past three years, actually looking into his eyes and not through hooded, lustful lids.

"You shouldn't have had to see that. But I'm more sorry about the shit I put you through all these years. Being second to Daichi." I told him, my eyes moving from his, looking everywhere but his eyes.

"(Y/N), you mustn't be the brightest if you think you put me through anything." He started in a quiet and gentle tone. A tone I hadn't heard in a while. But when it's from him, it's different. I feel protected. I feel safe. "I knew you and loved admiring you from the side and having you to myself in the quietest moments."

His words, their meaning, held great depth—deeper than the deepest parts of the ocean—and I was truly feeling everything he wanted me to.

"This relationship hasn't had the most trustful start. But I'm willing to try if it means I get to call you mine—to everyone and not just myself." He grabbed my cheek, pressing his forehead against mine, forcing eye contact. I couldn't help it. The feelings and emotions I was feeling were heaven. Kuroo made me feel a way no one has, not even Daichi. Kuroo was chaos, and sometimes, you need that in your life.

My body moved by itself. My lips smashed against Kuroo's. My arms are wrapped around his neck, his hands straight to his hair, and he pulls it the right way. The way I know sends him feral. I felt him sink into the heated make-out session quickly. Moving in sync with me, made for only each other.

"I'd try anything with you," I breathed out as I pulled apart from his lips. Our breaths were even in sync. How insane was I to think I was made for anyone but the man in front of me?

"Watch your words, Dove. We're still in public." He smirked lightly, giving me another quick peck on the lips before staring intensely into my eyes. Looking through his honey eyes, I could see the way he felt about me. I was peering directly into his soul, and he was in mine. The tension between us was thick to the point where oxygen even struggled to make it through.

Again, my body moved by itself. I grabbed Kuroo's hand and dragged him behind me again. I was on an even worse warpath. But instead of going away from something, it was towards something better.

Finally, the hotel, the room, and the bed were in sight. I pulled Kuroo into my room and pushed him onto the bed. "Would you look at that? We were not in public anymore."

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mistletoe mayhem.

summary: christmas traditions are always a joy to celebrate. you genuinely love making the gingerbread houses, seeing the christmas lights, and putting up all the holiday decorations. but why the hell are there so many mistletoe hanging from your friends' apartment?

pairing: fem!reader x bokuto kotaro

genre: friends (idiots) to lovers, christmas!theme, mutual pining, fluff

wc: 3k

a/n: totally forgot to repost this closer to the holidays but here you go!! hasn't been edited since 2020 so beware <333

“thanks for helping out,” hinata grins when he opens the front door of his apartment. his smile says, ‘welcome! come on in!’ but his eyes, wide and...is that fatigue? say ‘PLEASE, heLP.’

“please, even with four of you living here, I knew you’d need extra help,” you chuckle, stepping inside and slipping off your shoes. you shiver slightly as hinata closes the door behind you, allowing a gust of wind finds its way back to your already cold cheeks. you loved seeing snow on the ground around the holidays, but it’s moments when you have to travel in it that you lightly regret the wish for it.

amongst your friends, an annual holiday party always occurred as a big get-together to catch up with one another. this year it just so happens to be at four of your friends’ shared place. the msby resident dummies + sakusa’s place, as others liked to call it. you’d frown upon it but the fact that the three designated dummies announce themselves as that let you know that they’re not hurt by it. (sakusa’s quite pleased that whoever came up with the nickname made a point to exclude him from the trio.)

sheepishly smiling, hinata nods in agreement. “you’re probably right.”

“where’s everyone?” you ask over your shoulder while hanging your coat in the closet.

you’re so used to the other boys acting like dogs at the sound of the front door opening, running at you in anticipation. now that you think about it, bokuto did tackle you to the ground (accidentally) at one point. right now, a rough hour before the party of the year, everyone seemed to be focused on getting all the preparations ready.

“atsumu’s on a call with osamu about food, sakusa is cleaning the bathroom...again, and bokuto should be -”

“y/n! y-you’re here already!” he’s tripping over himself as he runs out from a room, tugging a shirt over his head to look the least bit presentable.

you turn around at the voice, a smile already making its way on your face. “’course I am!” he meets you halfway in a bone-crushing hug.

“i missed ya,” bokuto murmurs into the crook of your neck, shutting his eyes.

“it’s only been a few weeks,” you laugh, lightly rubbing his back comfortingly.

“two weeks is a long time.”

“well,” you muse, lifting your hand to pinch his cheek lovingly, “i’m here now.”

he visibly relaxes and slightly leans into your touch before abruptly stiffening. you don’t notice that his eyes are trained on hinata’s who’s looking at him, making kissy faces. he quickly reaches for your shoulders to pull himself back and hold you at arms length, sheepishly smiling at your look of concern. “u-uhm, i should go! ... y’know, get back to hanging the banners...”

before you could ask if any aid from you was needed, he’s already walking away from you backwards, jabbing his thumb in a direction behind him. you simply nod blankly, suppressing the slight frown that’s itching to spread on your face from how quickly he pushed himself off of you.

“so,” you turn back to hinata who’s smiling knowingly for a reason you don’t quite know. “where do i start?”

“you can come with me to help ‘tsumu in the kitchen! unless you wanna help bokuto-”

“all good here!” bokuto’s voice is an echo from an unknown part of the house and you feel your heart sink slightly. okay then.

shaking your head, brushing off the feeling, you face hinata. “wait, did you say atsumu?” you deadpan, “in the kitchen?”

“dont worry~” hinata smiles lazily, waving his hand, “osamu is telling him what to do.”

you nod and follow behind him, occasionally snickering at some of the photos hung on the walls. they weren’t the traditional photos where the boys would pose nicely beside one another. no, they were mostly from different angles, embarrassing poses and the frames had been vandalized decorated with different colored sharpies.

as you approach the kitchen, a familiar green plant hanging from the arched doorway makes your steps slow and you take a moment to ponder it.

“huh,” you look up in wonder, “i thought it was a tradition to have one mistletoe?” your eyebrows slightly furrow and you instinctively turn your head back to where the front door was. a sparkling mistletoe hung just above the space where shoes go, directly beside where the coat rack stood.

hinata hums in agreement. “yeah, it is.”

“then why have i seen two so far?”

“wh-what?”

“there’s one by the front door and now here.”

lifting a curious brow, he follows the direction you’re pointing in to take a look for himself. “i’m pretty sure we bought only one...” hinata trails off, scratching his temple in thought. he shrugs after a few seconds and carries on walking to the kitchen, ready to greet atsumu with a grin. he’s standing in front of the stove with a phone tucked in the space between his ear and right shoulder.

“look who’s here!” hinata shakes you by the shoulders in glee.

atsumu turns around and you notice his furrowed brows soften as a smile stretches across his face. “’samu, give me a sec,” he speaks into his phone before straightening his neck. “y/n!”

you smile back, returning the hug the bigger man engulfed you in. following your greetings and a brief casual conversation, you can hear osamu grow impatient over the phone. he’d been on his break at his onigiri shop and his twin stalling his free time was not the way he wanted to spend his time. only did his tone lighten when you greeted him through the receiver.

“right,” atsumu snaps his fingers as if just remembering he’d been on the phone with his brother, “ok, ‘samu go on.”

the three of you continue working in the kitchen, where atsumu attempts to make the main course while you and hinata arrange several appetizer plates.

“you know bo is going to finish these before anyone shows up, right?” you raise a knowing brow, lifting a toothpick with some cheese stuck on the end of it.

“yeah,” hinata admits, “that’s why we’re making double the amount. we’re hiding the other plates in the fridge,”

“ah,” you nod. “good thinking.”

“i heard my name!”

bokuto’s head pops out from behind the doorway leading to the kitchen, looking between the three of you owlishly. he’s about to ask what exactly you’re talking about when his eyes fall on the plate in front of you. “ooh, cheese!” he shuffles over and grabs three toothpicks and shoves the cheese in his mouth with a satisfied smile.

you and hinata share a pointed look.

“are the banners ready?” hinata asks after watching bokuto eat four more cheese-sticks.

“mhm,” he hums with a proud, toothless smile. “all done.”

“great, well, we’re just waiting on ‘tsumu and then that’s it,” hinata smiles in relief. the party was to start in a half hour or so, so to be on time with setting up was considered an achievement for the orange haired boy.

two hours later, you’re caught between conversations with different people, some you’ve met before and some new faces you’ve only heard the name of in a conversation. (you finally met the famous kageyama and plan to matchmake him and hinata by the end of the night ;D)

on your way to refill your glass, a familiar mop of disarray hair peaks your attention.

“kuroo, hey!”

“y/n~” kuroo greets with a lazy smile, lightly patting your head. “how’ve you been?”

“eh, you know how it is. good days and bad days,” you shrug with a dismissive smile.

“definitely know what you’re saying,” he huffs with a nod.

“how’s the office?”

you met kuroo at the holiday party a year ago through bokuto. you remember how excited he was, putting kuroo in a near choke-hold just so you could meet one of his very best friends. (you glance over at akaashi when he says this and he simply nods giving you a clear look saying, ‘i’m the other best friend.’)

“doing well, lots of paperwork though,” he says before catching sight of something behind you. before you can take a look for yourself, he asks, “hey, you’re over at the boys’ place often, right?”

quirking an eyebrow at his inquiry, you nod unsurely, “i guess? bo invites me to movies night pretty often so i tend to visit a lot.”

“he does, does he? now, may i ask, do you know that-”

“y/n!” bokuto appears beside you, lightly grasping your elbow, bringing you out of your conversation with kuroo.

kuroo smiles wickedly at bokuto whose cheeks are flushed from embarrassment, already knowing where kuroo was going with his question. fortunate for him, you just think it’s from the alcohol.

“hey bokuto.”

“kuroo,” bokuto’s head quickly whips toward the tall man in front of you, “i think kenma’s calling for you.”

raising his hands in surrender, kuroo sighs, “ok, ok. i guess i’ll just go...and find kenma.”

“mhm, yes you should,” bokuto nods vigorously. kuroo gives him a final look and you’re sure they’re having some sort of mental conversation because neither of them look away until kuroo smiles and turns away.

“are you guys okay?” you ask when kuroo leaves. “that was kinda weird.”

“we’re fine!” bokuto grins, gently guiding you throughout the house. “so tell me, updates?”

“updates?” you repeat, knitting your brows together.

“since i last saw you! work, home, i don’t know.” he’s rubbing the back of his neck by the end of his statement. cogs start turning in your head but you’re still unable to put your finger on why everything seems so suspicious lately; hinata’s knowing smiles, bokuto’s obvious nervousness (?), kuroo’s smirk which is more mischievous than usual, what could it all mean?

“oh, well ah, not much? i caught up on that show i was telling you about,” you shrug, “besides that, life’s been pretty boring.”

as you speak, he’s still walking with you, occasionally stopping to look around nonchalantly.

yeah, you’re definitely missing something.

“hm” he hums in acknowledgement, shoving his hands into his pockets and begins lightly rocking on his heels. what’s the point in asking if you’re not even paying attention?

“bo, are you o-”

“huh, that’s funny,” bokuto cuts you off, pointing up toward the ceiling, “mistletoe.”

you freeze, eyes slowly trailing up to the ceiling where, yes, a nicely hung mistletoe was, adorned with pretty red ribbon.

but...

you’re standing in a spot you and hinata passed earlier and where there was no mistletoe hung then.

hold on a second.

your eyes squint as you look back down at bokuto and analyze his sheepish grin and red ears. “uh-huh. strange, don’t you think?”

“strange?” his eyes grow in wonder. “why strange?”

“because i could’ve sworn it wasn’t there when i walked in...”

“hmmm, that is strange,” bokuto quickly agrees, rubbing his chin. “maybe ‘tsumu is trying to get some or somethi-”

“-alright mister, fess up. i know it’s you who’s putting up all the mistletoe,” you challenge, raising an eyebrow.

that had to be it, right?

you recall the numerous other times bokuto stopped in the house and you can bet that if you look back, there’d be mistletoe hung somewhere around you.

“wh-what? no, it’s not!” the blush that travels from his ears to his cheeks is enough confirmation.

you cross your arms, giving a pointed expression. after a moment of the two of you staring at each other, he slouches.

“yeah, it was me. i just...i didn’t know how to...so it’d be easier...and then..yeah.”

“you put up all that mistletoe and intended on staying with me for the entirety of the party and the eventually, inevitably, be under the mistletoe together...right?”

he pouts but nods, “...yeah.”

you’d known bokuto for almost two years now now but recently – well, the past few visits, at least – you’ve noticed something slightly off. when you sit beside him on the couch, he’s unnaturally stiff and more aware of his positions.

whereas two months ago, this guy would be totally comfortable draping his legs over yours or laying his head in your lap innocently, now even a slight brush of limbs gets him red and apologetic so quickly.

you weren’t sure if you’d done something wrong or he was going through something but to have that level of intimacy, albeit you were just friends, just end so quickly hurt.

you contemplated the reason for frequently yet you could never come to an answer because even though alone, he was more distanced and to himself, he could also be the same bokuto you met months ago. his hugs stayed warm, his smiles stayed bright, and his words stayed true.

but watching him shuffle his feet, staring down at the floor so you could only see his red ears, it all seems to click.

there’s another beat of silence between the two of you.

“y’know, if you just wanted to kiss me, you coulda just asked,” you mumble, feeling a blush of your own paint your cheeks.

“i wanted to be smooth.”

the utter seriousness of his voice makes you laugh and he finally looks up at you.

“your smoothness isn’t going to change how i feel about you.”

his head bobs up to face you again. “it isn’t?”

boldly, you take a step closer to him and you voice falls to a whisper. “no.”

you hear his breath hitch in his throat and your own heart begins to race. thank goodness bokuto decided to mention the mistletoe in a spot no one was around in because if you had an audience right now, you’d simply die from the embarrassment of being teased and hollered at.

he closes the gap between the two of you, pressing his lips to yours for a quick peck. just as quickly as your lips meet, they pull away. bokuto’s entire face has gone red at this point and he’s staring into your eyes with a rather worried expression.

but after seeing the small smile grow on your face and your own flushed cheeks, a large grin appears and he leans in, this time with more fervor. he holds your face with big hands, bringing you closer so you’re snug against his torso. he leans the two of you slightly forward so he’s holding you up and the only thing keeping you from falling is your firm grip on his dress shirt, which was once nicely steamed. yep, creases were definitely to be shown after this.

it’d be a lie if you said you never thought of your friend in a romantic light.

especially when he traps you in between his beefy arms in a hug. especially when he allows you to talk his ear off to your heart’s content. especially when he brings you snacks and movies during your time of the month.

hell, how could you not notice you were treating bokuto like your boyfriend already?

“okay, bo, i get it,” you giggle as he peppers kisses on every inch of your face.

“can’t. stop. need. to. make. up. for. lost. time.” he leans away at the last word, bringing you back to your feet. the blush on his face is slightly faded, his nerves obviously dissipated, but his grin remains the widest you’ve ever seen. lifting a hand, he lightly caresses your cheek.

“you don’t know how much i’ve wanted to do that,” he murmurs, blinking slowly.

“what took you so long then?” your voice is soft as you lean your cheek further into his palm. funny that now you were the one blushing like a tomato.

“i...i didn’t want to mess up anything we had.”

you understand his reasoning. the two of you did meet through akaashi, your coworker in your workplace, and your relationship began as strictly platonic. while bokuto didn’t have time to date, you simply weren’t ready for a relationship.

the two of you grew closer soon after your meeting until you eventually became a core part of bokuto’s life.

you don’t remember exactly when your feelings for him blossomed but you’re definitely aware of them now.

“this means you like me too, right?” he pauses and freezes in place.

rolling your eyes, you tilt you head. “yes, dummy.”

he leans in again to peck your lips once more before you stop him.

“wait...how many mistletoe did you hang up around the house throughout the night?”

bokuto lets out a nervous chuckle, looking down. looking back up, he sheepishly smiles, “twelve?”

“twelve!?” you repeat, widening your eyes.

“kuroo said the more opportunities, the better!” he defends with a whine.

“ah, kuroo was a part of this plan?” you muse, raising an eyebrow. now the suspicious behavior between the two of them made sense.

“he gave me the idea,” he mumbles, “and he said he’d tell you if i didn’t hurry up and kiss you already...gotta thank him, though.”

“guess we do,” you smile, running your hands along his chest in attempt to flatten out wrinkle marks on his dress shirt. you sigh when it does no help.

you don’t notice the way his lips twitch up in amusement at your slight frustration. “it’s fine. it was bound get messed up at some point. whether it be a salsa stain or wrinkles.”

you laugh, looking back up at him.

“so,” he steps away from you, offering his hand for you to hold. “shall we?”

“shall we what?” you ask, cautiously taking his hand.

“make our debut as cutest couple, of course,” he grins with a wink, “oh! and to kiss you under all the other mistletoe. i didn’t spend all that money to not put it to use.”

“dork,” you mumble but allow him to guide you through the house, only this time shouting, ‘this is my girlfriend now!’ at every face he passes.

(cue you blushing at the knowing wink kuroo sends you and the thumbs up akaashi sends.)

but hey, throughout all this mistletoe madness, you snagged a boyfriend you know will shower you in all the love and affection you could ever desire.

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omiyagiri · 2 years

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Atsumu "My Girlfriend Of Five Years Keeps Friendzoning Me And I'm At My Limit" Miya

pairing: atsumu miya x f!reader cw: implied sexual content - not explicit word count: 1.2k

He notices it the first time it happens. You're perched on his lap, legs bracketing his hips as his thighs support your weight. It's a clumsy round of kissing, a teasing lower lip bite, some tongue, your hands sliding down the frontside of his shirt, then you say the words: "God, I'm so glad you're my best friend."

Any will Atsumu has to continue this, to take this moment into the next step where you're sprawled out under him with the sheets bunched in your fists and toes curling into the mattress is gone. Its nonexistence leaves him feeling hollow, the thought isn't even hot to him anymore.

"What the fuck," he says, "what the fuck? Huh? Friend?"

You have the audacity to sleepily crack open your eyes and brush your fingertips against the jut of his cheekbone. "Best friend."

He's now facing a mortal quandary where he's questioning his reason for being. Why is he here? What were the last five years for? He stares down at you, speechless.

Then there's the second instance.

You and Osamu are making a tray of egg custards in his kitchen. Atsumu's lounging on the couch, because fuck no he's not going to tempt the possibility of burning his fingers. His fingers that are the single most important part of his body. His fingers that are the deciding factor of the momentum for every game.

"These are coming out so good, Osamu," you say.

Atsumu sneaks a furtive peek over his shoulder. He sees you leaning against the island countertop, eyes alight with a youthful kind of joy which makes him want to puke but because it's stupidly adorable. Osamu seems to think the same, because he's making that affectionately funny face.

"Glad ya think so," he says, "they could be better, though. Definitely added one too many eggs."

"More protein," you say, no teasing lilt in your voice. Genuinely, it appears as if you were proud of royally fucking up the recipe. Atsumu rolls his eyes. Five years he's had to deal with your infectiously positive attitude towards everything.

"Yup, somethin' you need more of. Is your best friend still inhalin' the food off your plate when I'm not around?"

What—"'Samu!" Atsumu cries out as his attention is yanked fully from the television screen. "You're doin' it, too!?"

Both you and Osamu don't pay him any mind.

"Mhm, my best friend is always stealing morsels from me. It's alright, though. I'm always cooking extra in order to adhere to his huge caloric intake. The professional volleyball player diet and all that."

Osamu clicks his tongue, shakes his head, and slots one hand against his hip. "I'll be sure to send ya off with some ingredients I don't need anymore. For yer best friend."

"Gosh, I'd really appreciate that," you say.

The two of you share a laugh, leaving Atsumu groping for any semblance of sanity. He's losing it. He's fallen into an alternate timeline.

It happens again, a third, fourth, fifth, sixth time.

A scene: Atsumu letting you take the last seat on the train as he grips one of the handles. Or as he likes to call it—The oh-shit handle. Because any turbulence, any abrupt halt has him clinging onto it for dear life as you're sitting there, one leg crossed over the other, fucking snoozing.

"Are ya really gonna sleep while I'm the one who's sufferin' here on yer behalf?" he says.

It wakes you up, and you mumble something incoherent as you rub your eyes. "You can sit in my lap, Atsumu. I don't mind."

"I think I'll fuckin' flattin' ya like a pancake." He rolls his eyes. "But thanks."

You shake your head and pout. "No, no. I insist. What are friends for?"

Atsumu's high-pitched whine of frustration is drowned by the train once again screeching to an ear-deafening halt.

Another scene: Atsumu is watching you roll around on the bed, burrito-fying yourself with the blankets as you wear his old Inarizaki sweatshirt. His hands cradle a game controller, but he's hit the pause button a full three minutes ago. Which is three minutes too long. He hates the sickly sweet things you make him feel. It's five years and still the way you paw at the sheets in mid-sleep and drool on the pillow—Which by the way, absolutely disgusting, has him weak.

And because he's an asshole, he doesn't let things that make him feel weak last long. He stretches over and pokes at your cheek.

"Yer an ugly sleeper," he says when you crack open an eye.

"I'm more beautiful than you," is what you say around the dryness of your tongue.

Atsumu rubs his thumb across the small streak of spit on the side of your mouth. You groan and thwack his hand away.

"Gross," you say, finally giving in and blushing, "don't do that."

"What were you sayin' about bein' more beautiful than me? You're the one who's droolin' like a baby in her sleep."

"And I'll drool all over your sweatshirt, too."

He shrugs. He couldn't give less of a shit if he tried. It doesn't fit him anymore. "Go ahead. I'll even buy ya an Inarizaki bib since yer also a messy eater as you are a sleeper."

You try to flip him off but he grabs your wrist and kisses your knuckles.

"Gross," you say again, "best friends shouldn't kiss each other."

"I'll do more than that," he says, finally pushing himself over you and caging you under him. "I'll show you how good of a 'best friend' I can be."

You crack a fond smile, and do that stomach-clenching thing where you brush his bangs aside and trace circles against his collarbone with your thumb.

"Alright," you say, "show me."

Final scene:

The two of you are a pile of limbs. Atsumu's still panting, overexertion gnawing on his muscles. You’re an anchoring weight against his chest, splayed out over him, one side of your face smushed against the base of his neck.

"You're cute," you say.

"Cute? That's a shitty compliment." He's a fucking liar. He's knee-weak for you. It's a disease rotting him inside-out.

"You're cute," you say again, this time blowing in his ear. He shivers. "My cute little—"

"If you say best friend I will push you off the bed," he says.

"—My cute little boyfriend."

He grits his teeth and squeezes you tight. "I hate you."

"You love me more than you hate me," you say.

"Yeah and I hate myself for loving you more than I hate you."

You press a hand against his cheek. It's shaking because you're suppressing your laughter. "I'll love you more than you hate yourself for loving me more than you hate me."

He can't muster the three cells in his brain to fire their synapses in response. The only thing he can do is latch onto you, feeling you laugh against him and the noise being the one thing to guide him into a deep, comfortable sleep.

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atsuwiee · 11 months

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ushijima “diba sinabi ko umuwi ka na?” wakatoshi.

⋆.✧̣̇˚. | hindi mo rin alam ba’t siya ganito e, basta nalang sumusulpot pag nasa school ka tas late na.

genre: senior!ushijima wakatoshi au, short oneshot, fluff warnings: grammatical errors, not proofread, written in filipino/tagalog

xian’s note: senior ushijima brainrot bc i’m missing my senior crush na mag graduate na hay

“hindi ba sabi ko umuwi ka na?” you hear the familiar voice and look towards it. “oh ikaw nanaman?” oo, siya nanaman. “uwi ka na sabi e, tignan mo mag didilim na tas nandito ka pa” sabi ni ushijima. nasa organization room ka pa, inaayos yung gamit para sa next event, kaya napa-late ka nanaman na uwi.

“eh ikaw ba’t nandito ka pa?” “may training kasi ako, alam mo na ‘yun”

daming eme naman neto sa buhay, you sighed and cleaned up the room muna. “y/n sabay na…” napalingon ka uli, ay org-mate mo lang pala. he stopped sa entrance ng room, standing next to ushijima, he was small compared to him.

“…tayo” he finished what he said napatingin lang so ushijima sainyong dalawa. “sasama na siya sakin,” sabi naman ni ushijima. “huy—?” sabi mo naman tas tumango nalang ‘tong org-mate mo. “ay oh sige, ingat kayo!” sabi niya, tas umalis na rin.

“ba’t mo ba sila tinatakot?” “‘di ko man ah, not my fault they get intimidated by me”

nga naman, ‘di kasalanan ni ushijama ba’t sila natatakot sakanya, napatawa ka nalang. “hatid na kita,” sabi ni ushijima at tuluyan pumasok sa room. “hindi na kaya ko na ‘to, may training ka pa diba?” sabi mo na patanong, he didn’t mind what you just said, acting as if wala siyang narinig.

“akin na bag mo,” sabi niya. “‘di kaya ko na nga ‘to—“ sinabi mo sabay kuha sa bag mo. “sabi ko akin na, ‘wag ka na makulit, hahatid na kita.” sinabi ni ushijima sabay kuha sa bag mo na hawak hawak mo kanina. “dilim na nga eh tas gusto mo umuwi ka pa mag isa” he muttered pero rinig na rinig mo pa ‘din. “sorry po,” sabi ko sabay tawa na rin habang palabas na kami ng school.

“‘wag ka nga nag p-po sa’kin, you’re making me sound old” kontra ni ushijima. “eh mas matanda ka naman talaga sa’kin ah?” sinabi ko, kasama na rin ng tawa. “senior ka na kasi… sus,” you say with a little ‘tsk’ sound.

“you’ll just miss me once i graduate,” sabi niya sabay tawa, he isn’t like this always, pero moments like this always get you hooked onto him. “ma-feeling!” you say with a small laugh.

tinignan ka lang ni ushijima, but his gaze— it was a sweet gaze. mas bumilis pa pag tibok ng puso niya pag nakikita niya ang ngiti mo.

corny niya ‘no? lakas maka haitd sundo sa’yo kala mo jowa mo na. eh wala siguro pakipot lang ‘to o gusto niya pa ng pogi points para makuha naman puso mo.

the laughter died down pero one question stays im ushijima’s mind and that is,

“y/n, pwede ba kita ligawan?”

#atsuwiee #haikyuu #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu fluff #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima wakatoshi fluff #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima imagines #ushijima fluff #ushijima x you #ushijima wakatoshi x you #filipino au

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animehideout · 6 months

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HAIKYUU BOYS GREEN AND RED FLAGS (IMO) PART II 💚❤️

A/N: Check out part I here.

Characters: Bokuto / Asahi / Nishinoya / Kita

Who would you date?

Bokuto Koutarou:

Green flags💚:

• Loves you unconditionally.

• Adores skinship, he would make out with you everywhere.

• Very fun to be around.

• Tall.

• Goes to the gym regularly.

• Starts convos with you, double and triple texts you + fast replies.

• Sends memes all the time.

• Unfiltered and child at heart.

Red flags❤️:

• Sometimes he doesn't take serious things seriously but rather jokingly.

• Hear me out “MOOD SWINGS” he wouldn't tell you the reason tho and waits for you to guess.

• A huge extrovert, talks with everyone even though he doesn't know them.

• Pulls pranks all the time and doesn't notice your discomfort.

Asahi Azumane:

Listen this man is 100% green flag but I'll try to find some flaws (if possible).

Green flags💚:

• Very caring.

• Warm hearted and he feels like home.

• Makes you feel safe and protected all the time.

• Shy and awkward.

• Very polite around others.

• Very gentle with you even while doing it.

• Tall.

• Makes efforts.

Red flags❤️:

• Takes your jokes seriously and gets sad.

• Difficult to convince, especially when he gets insecure.

• Scared that you'll leave him no matter how many times you reassure him ( plz keep on reassuring this baby 🥺).

Nishinoya Yū:

Green flags 💚:

• Similar to Bokuto, fun to be around.

• Sings out loud.

• Asks to wear your chapstick.

• Takes you on ice cream dates.

• Hangs out with you over friends.

• Good to your friends.

• Very attentive and considerate.

• Short King.

Red flags ❤️:

• Very stubborn.

• Anger issues/ bad temper.

• Flirts intentionally to make you feel jealous.

• Reckless.

Kita Shinsuke:

Green flags 💚:

• Doesn't sugarcoat, 100% honest.

• Very mature.

• Emotionally intelligent.

• Takes good care of you especially when you're sick.

• Calms your anxiety.

• Cares about your interests.

• Good hygiene.

Red flags❤️:

• Brutally honest, he could hurt your feelings when he gives his opinion about something.

• Even though he's got no problem talking about his feelings, he has got difficulty to voice his jealousy so instead he starts acting differently.

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junosmindpalace · 1 year

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come into my arms

☾ ft. shinsuke kita

☾ sfw. kita misses you while you sleep. 1.2k

kita has always been used to waking up early.

since he was a child it was always kita’s way to have a productive start to his mornings, waking up as early as 5am to start his routines. that habit of waking up at absurd hours of the morning proved useful as it carried into adulthood, and today he wakes up early every morning to tend to his farm.

he enjoys the serenity in those hours, the peace the dawn brings. he can focus solely on himself, he can work as slowly or as quickly as he pleases, and this is just the way things have always been.

it wasn't unusual for this habit of his to start rubbing off on you over the years. he’d never want to disturb your sleep, and he takes extra care in moving carefully around the house as he gets ready to start his chores so as to not wake you. but sometimes you’d follow short of him when you’d no longer feel his body heat or gentle breathing beside you. he’d urge you to go back to bed, but you’d insist on starting the day alongside him.

and so kita’s mornings became all the more meaningful and beloved as he gets to enjoy the serenity with you not far from him. at first, he thinks that his routines may be disrupted with you awake, but you only served him more comfort and more joy and proved to be a helpful presence instead of an intrusive one.

early mornings with you were great. getting dressed together, making small talk over breakfast, watching the sun rise…

as kita slowly rose up from your shared bed, he looked over his shoulder at you hugging the duvet close around your shoulders. he smiled at the sight and let his gaze linger on your figure before getting up with a stretch, headeding toward the bathroom to start the day.

even though kita’s sleeping habits have rubbed off on you, you still tended to wake up a while after him, and kita usually takes the bit of extra time to start preparing breakfast. each meal was prepped with the utmost care and consideration for the day. something light? something quick to make? or perhaps something new just to have an eventful start to your morning.

but as he was finishing up, he realized that in the still of his home, he hasn’t heard any noise from your room.

heading to investigate, he took notice of you still laying cozied in your bed, curled up and completely gone from the rest of the world. kita’s eyebrows turned upward with a sympathetic look as he sighed.

your work from last night took you into the early morning, far after kita had already retreated to bed himself. you must’ve been exhausted, catching up on the couple of hours you sacrificed the morning earlier. no matter. kita would continue on with his chores as he always did.

setting aside your meal for when you woke, he proceeded on with his regular routine; checking the weather, getting dressed. usually he’d be mumbling with you as he did so, but as he occasionally looked over at your sleeping figure, he knew it’d be best to let you rest for a while longer.

but something about your one time absence threw kita for a loop. he still took pleasure in watering the plants around his home, in eating the food he made himself, in tidying up some small messes. but he also felt your absence in all of these things, missing watching you slowly feed yourself, missing you in the mirror beside him as he brushed his teeth and rinsed the sleep out of his face, missing a comment or two about his messy hair and having you ruffle it up some more before gently combing through it with your fingers.

he eyed you as he cleaned up your bedside table that had become clustered as you worked last night, and again as he slipped into his boots and coat. subconsciously, he’s trying to find any sign of sleeping wearing off you with each glance into your room, but you only ever shifted slightly to sink further into your pillow.

even though he’d be robbed of your presence as he worked outside, he’d at least have the morning sun to keep him company, and he stood outside basking in the sun's first early morning rays as he worked.

some time went by and as kita finished up his morning chores outside, he found himself giddy as he thought of seeing you up at the kitchen table. to think that he’d miss your presence so much- it was only one morning!

he put away his outdoor gear and glanced over at the kitchen, a small frown morphing onto his face when he realizes nothing has been touched. he slowly makes his way toward your shared bedroom to find the sheets a jumble, a result of you detangling yourself from them…

only to find you still sleeping away.

kita deflates a little at the sight. of course, he wants nothing more than for you to get your rest. rest is healthy, it’s what you need to function throughout the day. but kita also misses you.

he thinks back to a time when he used to handle all his morning chores by himself and wonders how he ever managed them without you as he ponders what to do with himself next. it feels like such a time never existed, and it’s hard for him to think of how to occupy himself.

he settles onto the couch with his laptop and phone and decides to catch up with some friends and respond to some emails. he turns on the TV and makes sure the news isn’t too loud (but also loud enough) and uses it as white noise for his work. every couple of minutes he glances at the time in the bottom right of his screen.

ten minutes. twenty. thirty. his eyes glance over to the kitchen entrance before quickly looking away. he’s getting antsy, he realizes. his mind keeps wandering off, something just not quite right. he tries to focus on his work for another ten minutes. another twenty. and eventually he sets aside his laptop, turns off the TV and makes a beeline for your room.

he would never normally do something such as this. being with you has led him to compromise, he thinks, because only you would be able to break him apart from his usual routine to join you in bed even after he had woken up.

kita changes back into his night wear and slowly slips back under your shared cover, moving closer and closer to you until he’s hugging you to his chest, an arm around your waist and another under your pillow. his head meets your back, and the sudden pressure has you stirring awake a little. he hears you squirm around and his heart starts to pick up speed as he hears you mumble out for him.

“shin?”

“i’m here.”

he moves his head so it’s resting in the crook of your neck, and you turn on your back to throw your arm behind his neck, your free hand cradling his head and slowly carding through his tufts of hair. he immediately relaxes further against you and into the bed, closing his eyes in satisfaction.

“shouldn’t you be up?”

“i finished all my chores. i came to join you.”

because kita can’t imagine doing anything else in that moment but enjoy the rest of the morning in your arms.

#i forgot i wrote this #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke fluff #kita shinsuke x you #kita shinsuke scenarios #kita shinsuke oneshot #shinsuke kita x reader #shinsuke kita fluff #shinsuke kita oneshot #shinsuke kita headcanons #kita shinsuke headcanons #haikyuu oneshot #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu oneshots

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keitea · 2 years

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when you like plushies and he starts using them as a way of thanking you, showing his love and apologising.

“i’m sorry,” *hands you a pompompurin plushie*

“you think that's gonna make me forgive you?” “.. yeah”

“well damn you right”

OIKAWA (mf smiles when he hears the last sentence), tendou (🥰🥰🥰), hoshiumi, osamu (probably spends 20min in front of an entire row deciding which one to buy-), KENMA, futakuchi, noya, shirabu, suna, mattsun

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seokiloquy · 11 months

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Sleep - Kageyama Tobio

AU: Regular

Tags/ Warnings: GN! Reader, ooc Kags (?), more like a drabble than a full story

Word Count: 1.3k

You'd wake up in the morning and only feel the lingering warmth of Kageyama in your bed. Indents in the pillows and crumpled-up sheets were your only evidence that he actually came back from his practises. He was careful not to wake you up, but sometimes you wished he did. Sometimes, the nights where he accidentally nudged you or pulled too much of the blanket were the only time you saw him.

You knew his drive, passion, and love, maybe more than he did, so you understood why he got up earlier than you and why he was home after you were already asleep or on the brink of sleep that you’d only exchange a few words before he told you to rest. You had long days too, and even though you tried to stay up, even if you found it easy to stay up late before, the tiredness of the day would get to you, and you’d fall asleep unintentionally before midnight.

Somedays were better than others. You’d had lunch and dinner dates and special occasions that he took off. Other days you wouldn’t see him at all, and you had a creeping suspicion that today would be one of those days.

It didn’t even bother you that much, you liked having time to yourself and making your own schedules that didn’t necessarily have to fit Kageyama’s, but today you felt it — or rather, you felt nothing except for the lingering warmth and the indents in the bed that made you feel alone.

You’ve lived by yourself before. Technically, you lived by yourself now; this entire week has been a test trial since Kageyama suggested moving in together. You knew that he had late nights and early mornings — you also had late nights and early mornings — but you were starting to feel his absence. You still had your lunch and dinner dates, breaks between his practices, both mandatory and voluntary, and your own schedules, but you expected him to actually be at home.

When you were in your own apartment, it was different. You expected and were comfortable being alone, and knowing that you and Kageyama were together was enough to ease your mind into a nice relationship.

You woke up alone like you usually did. You went to sleep alone like you usually did. But now, the emptiness dawned on you and you felt more were glorified roommates rather than anything else.

Kageyama looked forward to seeing you today. You were already sleeping by the time he stopped practicing and he promised one of his teammates that he would train with them more in the morning. He missed you. Yes, he slept beside you that night but he hasn’t heard you talk or laugh since…he couldn’t remember when and that was a bad sign to him.

The adrenaline of the practice ran through his blood, and the rush of the final games of the season settled in his bones. Volleyball was his passion, but you were the rest of his life. He was never good at expressing it, but he hoped you knew because he felt like you knew everything.

Which is why when Kageyama saw you pacing outside of the entrance of the gym with your arms crossed so that you could pick at the skin of your forearm, a rush of panic filled him. What could have happened from the time he woke up to lunchtime?

His hand clutched together on the strap of his bag.

“Hey,” he said.

You paused at his voice. “Hi,” you said. You were shifting your weight from one leg to the other, which told Kageyama that you’d still be pacing if he didn’t grab your attention.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“What time are you going to be back tonight?”

Kageyama furrowed his eyebrows. “Probably late. We’re figuring out a new play since we got a new member. We want to get the timing right before our final games.”

You nodded. “I’m going to sleep at my place today, then.”

“Why? Is there something wrong? You know you can just move things around however you like it.”

You bit the inside of your cheek. Kageyama saw you beginning to pick at your fingernails. He stepped forward and encased his hands over yours; they were cold.

“I’m alone,” you whispered. In a stronger voice, with no anger and lingering sadness, you said, “I wake up alone and go to sleep alone. You’re never there, so why am I living at your home, trying to see if we can live together when you’re not there?”

“I—” He never wanted you to feel alone. He felt horrible that he didn’t see it sooner. Kageyama replayed the past days in his mind, and you were right. He thought that things would stay the same; his days didn’t change much, and he got the chance to come home every day to you.

After the moment of his hesitation, you continued, “I can’t even blame you because I know you want to train and that your games are coming up; I want you to train and become better. I just can’t sleep in your apartment again alone.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?” you sounded out.

Kageyama nodded, more sure. “Yes. I’m sorry that I’m not there, I want to be, and I think I can be, just not right now. This is why we're trying, and we can try again another time when things have quieted down. I don’t want to lie to you. I already promised that I’d help my team, and that means being at home less, but I don’t want you to feel alone. If you're more comfortable at your apartment, then go there for now.”

“We’re okay?”

“We’re fantastic.”

You smiled. The tension relaxed from your shoulders, and you held his hand as fiercely as he held yours.

“But,” he said. “I have grown used to sleeping beside you, even if you don’t know I’m there. Can I go to your place instead?”

“Only if you wake me up when you come in.”

“You want me to wake you up?”

“Yes.”

Kageyama made a sour face. “Are you going to yell at me if you do?”

“Nope.”

He sighed. “Whatever you want.”

You had drifted in your own bed. All of the lights were still on and the warm water that you had brought up to your nightstand was slowly cooling down without having a sip taken from it. You didn’t hear the keys fitting in the door or the gentle way Kageyama had pulled the door closed and taken off his shoes.

Your room was his first stop. You were curled into a ball near your side of the bed with your eyes closed and the steady rise and fall of your chest.

He hated to do it, but he crouched down beside you and placed a hand on your arm, shaking it carefully. “I’m back.”

You didn’t move. He sighed and shook a little harder. “Please wake up. I don’t want to wake you up, but you asked for this.”

Your eyes cracked open. “Hey.”

“I’m back,” he repeated, smiling. He didn’t like it, but maybe he needed to wake you up too. Just for a moment to hear your voice.

“I see that,” you mumbled. “Thanks for waking me up. Now, go away so I can sleep again.”

Kageyama scoffed. “You asked me to do it.”

He kissed your forehead and stood up. He rubbed his shoulder and headed towards the bathroom to shower before sleeping.

“Tobio?”

He turned. “Yes.”

“Come to bed quickly.”

Kageyama doubled back and kissed you on the forehead again. “Whatever you want.”

Not much of a story…more like random scenes

I’m planning something! And finishing up my summer course! Good luck to anyone else in school!

Thanks for reading! — Kiwi

Posted: 12/06/2023

#kageyama tobio #kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #Haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #x reader #oneshot #oneshots #haikyuu oneshots #haikyuu reader insert #reader insert #aus #haikyuu aus #fluff #haikyu #haikyu x reader #anime x reader #anime

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seijohmp4 · 2 years

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FRIENDS DON'T DO THE THINGS WE DO

a late night gas station run that ends in secret feelings from you and atsumu being shared.

# atsumu miya x gn!reader

word count: 1.1k words

warnings: flirty gas station worker

vinn's note: woo first fic! enjoy

“Yer tellin’ me you won’t go to the park with me?”

“Atsumu, it’s three in the morning.”

“And?”

You scoff, rolling your eyes at the sheer audacity Atsumu Miya has to wake you up at three in the morning to ask if you want to go to the park. “‘Samu didn’t want to come, so I wanted to see if my favorite team manager wanted to,” He had whined. You almost face palmed at his flattery.

“I’ll even buy ya a drink. Free a’ charge.” He said, trying to bribe you.

And you hated to admit it was working.

Not only because a drink sounded good, but because spending time with Atsumu also sounded good. However, you’d rather die than admit you’d ever want to willingly spend time with Atsumu. It'd ruin your reputation of “hating” him (even though you’re sure no one, especially Atsumu himself, believes you hate him; in fact, they’re all sure you’re in love with him, which you deny vehemently).

“Fine,” You grumble, rolling your eyes. “But I better get my free drink.”

“Good! ‘Cause I’m already outside of your house.”

“What?”

You hastily draw your curtains, peeking through your blinds. Sure enough, Atsumu Miya is outside of your house, in his sleek, black car (definitely bought by his dad). With the window rolled down, you could see his cheeky grin as he waved at you. You’re going to kill him.

Silently, you hang up on him, grumbling about how much of an idiot he was (even if his stupid grin made your heart flutter more than you cared to admit). Getting dressed in the first things you could find— An oversized hoodie and sweatpants— You were quick, but quiet, to get out of the house.

The door was opened for you before you even got to the car. You were quick to climb in, gently shutting the car door, before looking over at Atsumu. His smirk made you want to punch him in the face (and then kiss it afterwards).

“My hoodie, huh?”

Huh? Confused, you looked down, and the first thing you had thrown in was the hoodie Atsumu had given you. Heat rises to your face, but you turn away before you give him another reason to tease you. “Shut up,” You scoff. You can hear his snicker.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” He replies, and you can only feel the heat on your face rise in temperature. Atsumu drives off from your driveway afterwards, smoothly driving on the road. He throws a quick glance your way before his eyes go back to the road. “I was thinkin’ that we go get drinks, and then go to the park after. That sound good?” You nod.

He turns on music, and that’s what fills the silence on the way to the gas station. It wasn’t a very long drive, with it just a few minutes away from your house. The both of you get out and make your way inside. The only worker in there looks up from his phone to the two of you. Politely, you smile at him, but as soon as you feel his eyes on you for the rest of the time you’re in there, you realize you might’ve made a mistake.

With your guys’ drinks, you both make your way up to the counter. While Atsumu gets his money out, and the worker begins scanning your items, he smiles at you. “You doin’ okay tonight, cutie?” He asks. You shift uncomfortably, but open your mouth to respond, but Atsumu beats you to it.

“We’re doin’ okay,” He answers for you, an irritated smile on his face.

The worker looks Atsumu up and down, scoffs, and then looks back at you. “You want to ditch this guy, cutie? We can go and have sun fun by ourselves.” Once again, you open your mouth to respond, but Atsumu speaks before you can.

“I said,” He says, a growl to his words; he wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you into his side, your eyes growing wide. “We’re doin’ fine. Now, stop fuckin’ talkin’ and ring our shit up.”

Holy shit.

The worker rolls his eyes. He begins bagging your items up, but before Atsumu can snatch the bag up, he leans closer to you. “You know where to find me for a good time, cutie.” He purrs.

You cringe but try your best to remain polite. Atsumu, however, was fed up. He snatched up the bag, his knuckles white from how hard he was clenching his fists. He practically dragged you to the car with him. His eyes were downcast in a glare and his jaw was tense; he was pissed.

“Atsumu!” You yelp as he pulls a little too rough on you. He looks over at you, clearly still mad, but he visibly softens at the sight of you. He sighs, finally letting go of you.

“‘M sorry. Are ya hurt?” He asks.

You sigh and shake your head. “What was that about, ‘Tsumu?”

He scowls at the mere mention of what just happened. “That asshole was flirting with you,” He says, as if the words were laced with poison.

“I know that! But you got so… mad about it,” You say, making sure you weren’t going to set him off. Atsumu had quite a temper on him, even though most of the time he hid it behind jokes. Pissing him off even more while he was already this mad would be dangerous.

“I was jealous,” He growls. “Ya happy? Ya gonna make fun a’ me or what?”

You soften. “Of course not, ‘Tsumu,” You answer softly, and he relaxes at your words. “You know I wasn’t even paying attention to what that guy was saying, right? He doesn’t matter to me, ‘Tsumu. You do.”

Friends don’t say things like this to each other.

Friends don’t get jealous when a guy flirts with you.

Friends don’t sneak not-so-sneaky glances at each other’s lips.

Friends don’t lean in.

But you are. You’re leaning in before you can stop yourself, and so is Atsumu, and it feels like all the stars collide as your lips meet. His lips are a little chapped, but you don’t mind. The kiss itself is a little rough, but you don’t find yourself upset about it. Instead, your hands fist into Atsumu’s shirt and you pull him closer.

By the time both of you pull away, you’re panting and staring at each other with red eyes. Atsumu’s face is flushed, and his mocha eyes won’t leave yours. “Holy shit,” You mutter between breaths.

“Did we just kiss?”

“Yeah,” Atsumu pants. “We did.”

There’s a pause.

“Are we…?” You trail off, but you’re sure Atsumu knows what you mean.

“If you want to then… yeah,” He answers.

“Yeah, yeah,” You say. “I do.”

“So, it’s official. We’re dating.”

A smile forms on your lips upon him saying it out loud. “We’re dating,” You parrot.

Holy shit. You’re dating Atsumu Miya.

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˖࣪🌷𓏲࣪ 𝐒𝐈𝐗 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄: 𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐌𝐀

𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐑 :: will you ... be my date to my cousin's wedding?

synopsis: it's a strange idea, asking someone you hardly know to be your date to a wedding but when there's a mutual benefit involved? maybe it's not strange enough to say no to...

“h-hey miya!”

your call seems as if it’s swallowed by the big and loud swarm of people escaping your lecture hall after your final class, intro physics 2. the one you call though, just near one of the doors of one of the large lecture rooms slightly pauses in his step and whips his head around in search of the voice.

atsumu miya’s eyes land on you, deep furrow in his brow as he looks rather incredulously – maybe it’s deep curiosity – as you push and squeeze through heaps of students to get where he’s standing.

by the time you reach him, comically a lot longer than just a few seconds (really, atsumu even crosses his arms in light amusement as you struggle), you’re panting, heaving over slightly bent knees you hold with both palms.

“yeah?” is all he asks when he knows he’s within earshot of you.

this was all such a stupid, crazy and spontaneous idea; one not even made by you! had bokuto not charmed his foolproof “plan” to rid you of your worries, you wouldn’t’ve ever made contact, let alone a dramatic call from across a room, with his teammate.

atsumu miya played on the same volleyball team as your best friend, bokuto kotaro. he’s a setter, you know, though beyond that, all you’re familiar about the man is that he’s a bit of a heartthrob with a bad dye job. but a key fact you also know about the man: he’s failing physics 2.

“i’m y/n, bokuto-”

“bokuto’s friend, right?” he finishes for you, looking you over once in case he may be wrong. “the one with the foam finger at one of our games?”

“that was a dare,” you manage to grit out, recalling the time you’d shown up to one of your university’s games with a bright yellow foam finger (matching their black and yellow uniform colors) and waved it around, mimicking bokuto’s signature move at every serve. “but yes, that was me. nevermind that, though. i came to ask you a favor.”

“a favor?” his lips twist into a frown, probably wondering what earth you could be asking him, a man you barely know let alone hardly had a proper conversation with.

“well it’s more of a proposition, a deal, exchange if you will-“

“i know what a proposition is,” he quips, giving you a look of suspicion. “what it is it?”

“if i help you pass physics – and that’s a guarantee!– will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding in two weeks?”

atsumu’s neck nods backwards in slight surprise. “huh?”

“will you be my date to my cousin’s wedding?”

“how do you even know i’m failing?” he asks defensively, mouth pouting downward.

at your deadpan expressed, he slouches. “bokuto.”

“bokuto,” you affirm.

“so wait, you just need a date to some wedding?”

“uh-huh, that’s it.”

“and why can’t bokuto do this for you?”

“he’s busy that weekend,” you frown. it was truly unfortunate to be honest. he’d been so excited when you asked him to attend, only to deflate when you told him what day it’d be. “and i don’t know anyone enough to ask them to be my date so, here we are.”

“you don’t know me enough,” he quickly counters, raising a thick brow at you.

“but you’re failing physics, that’s something we can gain mutual benefit from. there isn’t anyone else i have that sort of opportunity with.”

atsumu sighs, scratching his head. he was failing physics. “what day is it on, because you know we have practice-“

“saturday! it’s the weekend of our academic break!” you chirp, eyes widening at the thought that he may actually be considering your deal. you’ve only been stressed about this for the past two weeks, and asking one of bokuto’s friends, atsumu miya no less, was a last resort sort of ordeal.

“hm,” he hums in thought. "and you can guarantee me a passing grade?” he drawls out, looking you over seriously.

“definitely!” you answer earnestly. it really wasn’t something you were too worried about, physics wasn’t a particularly hard subject for you to grasp so you were confident in your tutoring efforts for atsumu. “and to be honest,” you murmur out, “it’s a better deal on your part since i only need you for a day or so.”

atsumu’s eyes twinkle with curiosity. “fine. i’ll be your date.”

your mouth goes agape, maybe from the small part in your head assuming he wouldn’t accept. “really, you’re serious?”

he shrugs then, adjusting the thick backpack strap of his athletic backpack on his shoulder. “why not? i'd rather do this than either pay someone actual money to tutor me or retake the class. i’ll see you then.”

“wait, wait.” you quickly stop him from leaving, calling out. he then cranes his neck to face you around his shoulder, raising a brow. “i sorta need your number… y’know to text you the details.”

atsumu nods to himself, huffing slightly before shuffling his phone out of his jogger pockets, unlocking it and handing it over to you. “all this for one day, hm.”

“we-ll,” you drawl out in a pitched tone making the man throw you a deadpanned expression. “the wedding is three hours away and they’re’ll be a get together for the family and guests before so… the weekend? three days, tops!”

“three!?” atsumu gapes and you’re not sure about what; the drive time or the amount of days. he slouches again, weighing his options. after a moment, excruciatingly long on your part as you fiddle with your hands nervously, he sighs. “yeah, fine, it’s cool.”

you breathe out a sigh of relief, though what you really want to do is jump up and down, shrieking in glee. now that’s one less thing to worry about: that thing being your close and distant family members silently judging you for coming dateless meanwhile all of your cousins are either married, engaged or soon to be. you truly were the last one left…

“thank you!” you smile brightly, a stark contrast to the dull lecture hall, now empty, you were both standing in. “you won’t regret this!”

atsumu blinks at you, watching you silently before settling on a half smile. “why is that always a ‘famous last words’ line?”

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