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lssugaluv · 7 months

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The way he asks you to marry him.

Fem reader x various Haikyuu characters.

• Haikyuu Headcanons.

• Small Stories + Headcanons.

• Contains: Fluff, bunch of it. How long you’ve been dating for, romance, sweetness, petnames, high school to adult romance.(most of them.)

• Characters: Ushijima, Kuroo, Sugawara, Atsumu, & Suna.

Sugawara;

You and Suga have been dating for 4 years now. You began dating on your third year of high school.

You were the girl of his dreams. When he had finally gained the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend, after having the biggest crush on you since your first year, he felt like he was about to pass out.

Those nerves came again when he asked you to meet him at your favorite garden in Kokedera, Kyoto. It was just the two of you, he wanted the proposal to be as intimate as can be.

He asked you to come in a cute flowy white dress he bought for you. He wore a loose white dress shirt with kacky pants and white slip on vans.

When he saw you arrive, he swore you were an Angel sent from heaven. Gorgeous as ever. Today you were just extra gorgeous to him.

At first you had no idea why he asked you to come dressed up to the garden but you didn’t question him. Once you arrived and saw him playing with his fingers and slightly flushed from his cheeks, you knew something was up.

He went ahead and grabbed both of your hands and yelled “I LOVE YOU.”

You giggle and tell him you love him as well.

“P..PL..PLEASE BE MY WIFE!”

You open your eyes wide and grow the biggest smile you can possibly have. “Baby, you don’t need to yell.” You say as you giggle. You reach in to kiss his soft lips and place your forehead on his, eyes closed. “I would love to be your wife.” As you both give each other the biggest bear hug.

Ushijima;

You and Ushijima have been dating for 3 years now.

You two met in middle school due to your family moving to Sendai and being neighbors with Ushijima. You guys will unintentionally walk to school together and back home.

In high school, you guys will hardly talk but he had always though you were very pretty. He loved how naturally beautiful you were and how happy you seem to be. He got to know after you two graduated Shiratorizawa. You both went to the same college and pursued your dream careers.

The way he asked to marry you was by taking you to the pathway to Shiratorizawa. Compared to your middle school walk, the high school was a bit further from your homes.

You guys will have to pass through a river path everyday and gorgeous greenery.

You two were walking in silence hand in hand. He always loved how your small hand fit perfectly with his huge hand. He loved how the soft wind will blow your hair and he was able to see your beautiful side view and features. He loved how every step he’ll take, you’ll try to keep up with him.

You two finally arrived to the River pathway and he had asked you to take a seat on the grass with him. You two enjoy the nature and the sounds of the river currents. Despite your now busy lives, he always enjoyed this peace with you. With no one around but just the two of you.

“I want to spend the rest of my life with you Y/N.”

You gently smile and rest your head on his shoulder , rubbing your hand up and down his forearm.

“I do too Toshi.”

He moves in front of you, blocking the view of the river, which you didn’t mind at all. He’s the view you love to see.

“Please marry me.” He says as he opens a small dark blue cube box with a simple silver band in the box.

You couldn’t help but not hold back your tears and nod your head as in yes. You stick your hand out and he places the small engagement band around your small finger. “I love you” you say as you give him the most sweetest kiss.

Suna;

You and Suna have been best friends since elementary.

You two began to actually date on your first year of high school. You have been his high school sweetheart, his biggest supporter, his best friend, his everything since day one. He knew one day he will marry you. And the day to ask the big question has came at last.

Suna has always been one to keep to himself but when it came to the two of you being alone, man was he attached to you. He always shows his true colors when only being with you. He is crazy in love with you.

The way he asks to marry you is by asking you to come over to his apartment and making dinner together.

You came dressed in a nice light pink corset top with light washed jeans and low white heels. You always loved to get dolled up for him even when he said he preferred you in his sweater and sweatpants.

He was dressed casual, a black polo shirt and some jeans, and shoes, well he had slippers on because he was inside his apartment.

You guys decide to go with chicken Alfredo pasta since today’s date night dinner was Italian. You guys always will meet up during your busy weeks, or FaceTime when he was out of the country or town due to tournaments. You will always play “Spin the Wheel” using your phone and typing which country you guys should do date night with.

Since it was Italian night, you guys made homemade pasta, got store bought Gelato, and decided to watch “Letters To Juliet.” He knew how much you love romance movies, so he always let you choose the movies.

Meanwhile you guys were eating, you noticed he was eating slower than usual. Which you grew to worry because the food was very delicious. “Rin Rin, is everything okay?” He picked up that he was overthinking and quickly stuffed pasta in his mouth. “Yes princess. The food is delicious.” He says with a mouthful.

When you cleaned up after eating and served the gelato, you meet him at the couch with the movie ready to play on Netflix. You notice that he was on his phone, which was a rule that when on date night, no phones allowed. You stopped the movie to ask him what was wrong again.

He assures you nothing is wrong and told you to play the movie. You then notice he once again is focused of his phone when you pull the phone away from his hands. He freezes when you gasped after you read what was on the Google search.

“ How to surprise girlfriend with a proposal?”

After you finished reading, you saw he was right in front of you, both knees on the ground and one small white box on your thigh. “I panicked and didn’t know how to surprise you. But I want you to be with me forever more. Sorry you had to find out through Google Y/N.”

You place the white box on the side of the couch and literally jump on him, both of your bodies dropping to the ground. You begin to give him a billions of kisses all over his face, with the biggest smile on your face. “A millions times yes Rintarou.”

Kuroo;

As he’s pacing back and forth in Kenma’s room, he finally got an idea. “I know where! I can propose to Y/N at the beach.” He says as he grabs on to his best friends shoulders, blocking his game.

Kenma moves his head to the side to get a view of his game. “I already told you that idea.”

You and Kuroo have been dating for 2 years. You guys met at work in the office. You guys actually met at the beach. It was frustrating day for him, and he loves to cool off at the beach. You had gone that day because you were supposed to go on a date, just for the guy to stood you up. You knew of one another at work but never actually spoken until that day.

He had saw you walking alone by the waves, barefoot while you were holding your heels. It was freezing that day, which he thought you were insane walking barefoot. He walks toward you when he saw you were wiping your tears and standing in front of the ocean.

“Y/N, are you okay?” You turn to face the tall man and completely ball out crying. He invited you to eat ramen after your cried it out and took you home. He waited in the living room until you showered and had made tea for you. He then had left once he saw you fully asleep, and left a note on your nightstand giving you his number.

You meet him at the beach and you see he is standing right in front of the ocean. You silently walk toward him and stand next to him, taking in the ocean breeze. “Remember two years ago when I met you at this exact spot? You were crying for some asshole meanwhile I was having a work meltdown.” He still hadn’t made any eye contact with you but continued. “I remember thinking how pretty you looked crying and wondered to myself, man, if only a girl can cry for me.”

He takes your hand and placed a small diamond ring on your left ring finger. “Let me be the one to wipe your tears on the altar when we’re getting married. I love you, always and forever. Thank you for being my everything.”

You begin to cry after staring at the tiny rock for a good 5 minutes. He gently picks up your face with his two huge hands, wiping your happy tears with his thumbs. “Yes Tetsu. Yes.”

Atsumu;

You and Atsumu have been dating for 5 years. You began to date during your second year of high school. Everyone who knew you and Atsumu gave you 1 week for you to break up with him. They always knew Atsumu to be the dumb volleyball nerd meanwhile you were a smart straight A student. You both were pretty popular, but people thought you were too much for Atsumu.

Atsumu has always been loud, obnoxious, and sometimes an airhead. But boy did he love you. He knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you as soon as you had surprised him at one of his volleyball games. “She’s the one.” He said nice and proud to his teammates that day at the locker rooms.

During the nationals, he went out of the country and had invited you with him. It was pretty tough for you to leave due to your university schedule but you had managed to make it. You were wearing his jersey that day, cheering loud and proud for your MSBY superstar.

You hear the bell and call it game and they had won. From there , some people were leaving and you were so excited to see Atsumu to congratulate him and the team. From there, you see yourself on the jumbo screen confused. You look down at Atsumu and look back up at the jumbo screen to see Atsumu on one knee with the screen saying “Marry me baby.” The screen once again goes back to you with tears running down your face and the rest of the crowd cheering loudly.

Bokuto had ran to go get you and grabs your hand and you both run to the court. Once you guys get to the doors of the entrance of the courts, Bokuto stops and leaves you on your own. You charged towards Atsumu, jumping on him and clinging on him. You gave him a huge kiss and said “I would love to marry you Atsumu.” He then pulls your head towards him and gives you three huge kisses, carrying you meanwhile the crowd roars again and all cameras on you both.

After thoughts:

• Hey y’all. Coming back to you with some fluff because why not? And Haikyuuuu head canons are my fav. I just got married through the court. So of course love is in the air and I wanted to write about proposing.

• Not Proofread. :/

• Please enjoy, like, comment & Reblog.

• Please do not copy my work. <3

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colourstreakgryffin · 6 months

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can you do Kenma x high school first year female reader who wants to join the girl’s volleyball team but is struggling to learn how to play so she can’t join yet and Kenma helps her?:3 ty!:p

Yessssiieeee~! My love! My Haikyuu baeee~! I love Kenma so much! That like… I can’t even express how much I love Kenma! Let’s goooo~! This is rather cute and I can already see it!

Kozume Kenma; Level 0; Training

“It’s fine, okay…?” Kenma speaks gently as he slowly walks over to the bouncing volleyball rolling on the grassy floor to pick it up and return to his designated spot in front of the portable net he and his childhood best friend, Kuroo had set up for him to assist his longtime crush in honing her overall sport skills

You, a second year girl much like him. In the background, not that noticeable but yet with a unique yet unexplainable spark that drew him to you

You really became determined to follow your passion and join the female Nekoma Volleyball team after you overheard one of your closest friends, Kenma himself joined the male Volleyball team as their main Setter. You have always wanted to play volleyball and regularly practiced with Kuroo, sparking up Kenma’s mad jealousy over you and his dorky childhood best friend bonding over matching desires

You’ll like him more than Kuroo, if he works harder to join the Volleyball Team right? You’ll like him, more than Kuroo, if he helps you with your own practice sessions. It may be true that Kenma thinks about you a lot… besides Kuroo, you’re one of his only actual friends and you’re so sweet to him…

So angelic and pure, like you are made directly from cotton candy and clouds. Kenma finds himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you everyday, his crush on you overtakes his thought process a lot

You were quite distressed as you widen your stance and stretch your pressed-together forearms outwards, so professionally as you waited for Kenma to fire a practice shot at you. Nowhere, it’d be painful but judging him, you know to always be on your toes for how unpredictable he truly is. You still liked that unpredictability well, such a little genius he is

Despite how tense you are over your rejection in trying to apply for the girls’ team. You were still smiling and determined to get what you wanted, and Kenma thrived off that. You were such a wonderful piece of motivation to keep doing all he can in the boys’ Volleyball Team, Kuroo’s encouragement did play a part but so did you

You two were simply passing shots to each other. It was simple, it was fun, it was quiet as Kenma occasionally intervened to show you specific strategies he used during practice with his team. You couldn’t help but feel a warmth rise in your stomach everytime Kenma’s cute, smooth yet reserved voice rung out and his surprisingly calloused hands moved your arms or hips in a precise style

He was just helping you, both of you thought that… but that didn’t mean both of you weren’t blushing intensely at every decision Kenma makes over helping you physically

Kenma did help you in all ways he can. He was straining himself, just a bit, to practice with you for hours, not necessarily above his usual hours but he wanted to try harder than he did with the team; all to try impress you whilst assisting you with your own volleyball skills by applying his own experience. He was no volleyball protege like Kuroo but he didn’t want Kuroo possibly stealing up your heart

Kenma will help get you into the girls’ team, on his own and at the best of his abilities. Kuroo and his many requests to assist him with training you, would always be rejected as he pushes on. It’s not just for a random girl… it’s for the girl he really likes, the girl who understands him well, the girl who has his heart. If you want to be a member of the Girls’ Volleyball Team but got rejected for your unsuitable skillset;

He’ll just train you to be even better, better than any of those girls ever could be

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amjustagirl · 10 months

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when the sun meets the moon outtakes: in which Bokuto adopts a dog

pairing: bokuto koutaro x f! reader

genre: romance, family fluff

wc: 900

a/n: as the name suggests, an outtake from my fic when the sun meets the moon.

Bokuto Koutaro is a kind man with a good heart.

You grew up experiencing crudeness and petty meanness and you’ve grown jaded, expecting nothing more of people, but ever since Bokuto came into your life, he’s made you believe that there is kindness and goodness in the world, if only you stop to look. And so you fell in love with him, your sunshine boy with a heart of pure gold, got married after he proposed to you in front of thousands of volleyball fans, popped out three gorgeous sons.

“A wolfpack”, Kiyoomi names your little Kous, his lips tilting upwards when he’s called in as reinforcement by Hinata when Bokuto brings them into practice . You think the name quite fitting considering the way they boisterously roll around with their father and find themself in mischief in a myriad of ways, though you suspect Kiyoomi’s opinion of said wolfpack nosedives dramatically after his daughter is inducted as an honourary member with a ridiculous ritual involving a homemade obstacle course in his living room, aided and abetted by Koutarou himself.

In this instance, however, Sachiko is very much the instigator of mischief.

You should’ve noticed something was off when she yelled a panicked “bye auntie!” and bounced past you at breakneck speed to get out of your front door.

“Huh”, you say. “How strange.”

What’s even stranger is that none of your sons come out to greet you. Usually they’d be racing to see who reaches her first when she gets home from a long day of work, the winner celebrating by leaping into your arms (and oftentimes knocking you flat onto the floor). What’s a hundred million billion times stranger (Kousuke’s words, not hers, he’s started learning bigger numbers at school) is that Koutaro himself isn’t coming out to wrap you in his arms with a bear hug, peppering you with questions about your day.

“Kou?” you call. Usually that’s enough to get all four of them running, but not today.

You slip off your shoes. There’s a suspicious looking packet by the dining table that catches your eye. A happy looking dog in bright colours on the front of the packet is all you need to know.

Leaving on your socks to dampen your footsteps, you press your ear to your sons’ bedroom.

“Hide him in the wardrobe ‘til okaa-san sits down for dinner!”

“He’s not going to stay in the wardrobe for a whole hour?!”

“How d’you even know it’s a he? Sachiko said it might be a she!”

You throw open the door. Four faces turn to look at you, three a picture of practised innocence, your husband alone looking guilty.

“Is there something I should know about?” you ask.

“Nothing!” your sons shout in perfect synchrony. Bokuto stares at the floor. You can almost see his ears droop.

You take pity on him, striding over to throw open the wardrobe. A puppy with yellow fur and a stub for a tail stares woefully at you. You resist the urge to drop to your knees and squeal at its utter cuteness.

“And what do we have here?” you do your best at trying to sound stern.

Finally, your husband speaks up. “Babyyy”, he tries pleading, though he stops short as you raise an eyebrow. “The kids found this poor little thing in the drain and it looked so cold and hungry I said we should take it home and take care of it ‘til it’s okay.”

Your boys sense a moment of weakness.

“‘Kaa-sannn it was shivering” Kouji does his best attempt at pouting pitifully.

“And it was raining”, Kouichi reasons. “We couldn’t leave it there! It’d be sad!”

Kousuke, your youngest, rounds up the rear with his most devastating weapon, puppy dog eyes of his own. “Kaa-san pleaseeee can we keep it?”

“Fine”, you sigh, making a show of exasperation because your boys, if left unchecked, would bring every pitiful critter and being under your roof and you have no desire for your home to turn into a menagerie. “We’ll take it to the vet on the weekend, and discuss if we can keep it if it isn’t microchipped okay?”

Cheering, your boys run out of their bedroom to acquaint the puppy to its new home.

You turn your attention to Bokuto. “Kou”, you start to say, but he’s already hugging you close.

“Sorry”, he chuckles. “I know I should’ve talked to you first about it.”

You poke his chest. “Sometimes, I wonder how that big heart of yours fits into your chest.”

“I’m sorry -”

“Don’t be”, you smile. “That’s why I love you.”

He presses kisses into the crown of your head.

“That doesn’t mean you’re getting out of teaching the boys how to be responsible for our newest family member though.

“Oh no”, he groans.

Your smile widens into a mischievous grin. “Oh yes”, you say. “That includes walks and cleaning up after accidents and scheduling mealtimes and all of that. I suppose it’ll teach them how to be responsible at the very least.”

His mouth curls up in a matching grin. “I guess that also means Omi-omi’s got some responsibilities too since Sachiko-chan said she has a quarter-share in our pup!”

You expect another irate call from Sakusa Kiyoomi tomorrow. It’s okay, you’ll divert his calls to your irrepressible husband anyway.

#bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto koutaro x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu romance

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flowerstardrops · 2 years

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( BEGONIAS ) kozume kenma x gn!reader

this is actually a one-shot containing an intimidating!reader. i thought the idea was cute but it's also lowkey self-indulgent due to my past experiences.

WORDS: 1689

GENRE: romance ( crush stage ), fluff

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AT SOME POINT IN OUR LIVES, we come to the realization that life was never fair to anyone. It just is, what it is in its most objective form, meaning that it simply moves continuously without waiting for anything or anyone. But the people living within it is what makes us so unsatisfied.

Subconsciously, we are shaped by experiences that nudge the beginning of our evolution. And we reach the highest forms of development when in contact with other beings that are also growing, similar to ourselves. When our experiences interconnect, it creates external ripples that accordingly creates impacts within ourselves, and thus, creates learnings. Learnings that we will all eventually internalize.

The process of developmental evolution occurs to everyone, and you are no exception.

Perhaps it’s your face or the way you stare off into space when thoughts run through your head, but when subjective beliefs come in contact with objective knowledge, one is left at a standstill. Placing labels plucked by one's' views on the face of an object is what causes the dissatisfaction to emerge. Society is no exception, in fact, the abstract concepts that make up a community is what makes the society itself. While, the technical aspects are what makes an individual alive.

Perceptions are what makes an object and an individual exist after all.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean that you have to appreciate how you are viewed. Because for one, you can say that the way you are perceived doesn’t fit within the boundaries of what society would call “friendly”. And it frustrates you almost to no end because making friends is the same as making pie for people who suck at baking: it’s not easy.

So, you live life unintentionally isolated for the most part. Sometimes there are people around you that don’t seem to mind you the way you are, but they don’t hold enough appreciation or bond with you to stay. But as a person, you have grown accustomed to watching others from afar; them inviting others in but never happening to include you. Either way, they all come and go.

“(Last Name)-san,” He spoke quietly and paused as if unsure, “Do you have the notes for yesterday’s lesson?”

But there is this one person that seems to approach you at random times. He isn’t necessarily always with you to be considered a friend, but he isn’t far away as to be considered a stranger. He isn’t a prominent-enough imprint in your life, but he is always there and hasn’t truly left.

In the smallest ways, Kozume Kenma became the pebble to the silent and unmoving puddle of your life.

You nodded curtly, “Yes. Do you want to borrow it?”

“Yeah, thanks.”

“It’s no problem.”

He’s your seatmate and every single day, he doesn’t fail to interact with you at least once. You aren’t entirely sure why because he doesn’t seem to be keen on talking with other people. Similar to you, he’s typically alone but the difference is that he does so intentionally. But gathering the circumstances, you assumed that he was doing this out of pity.

He probably noticed the way you tried your best to open yourself up to people but still failed with awkward laughs and short-word responses. If he was doing this out of pity, you wish he’d stop because you just feel pathetic.

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Kozume Kenma is aware that he’s an introvert through and through, and sometimes, it’s difficult. More so because he likes someone. And even more so because he has difficulties outwardly expressing.

He isn’t like Lev who could wear his heart on his sleeve and not care too much about it, and he isn’t like Taketora who could just pounce on a girl he likes, confessing his love. Because he is Kenma, and Kenma finds it hard to show his appreciation for the person he likes. Without them finding out about his liking. Without them finding out about his liking yet still making progress.

But Kozume Kenma is lucky because he likes you. You, who were similar to him yet quite different at the same time.

“Thinkin’ about (Last Name)-san again?” Kuroo teases him with a sly grin.

Kenma settles for ignoring him and continues to gaze at you from afar. He and his team had just finished running laps and he could feel the sharpness of his breath everytime he breathed. But as he watched you sit on the other side of the field, sitting on a bench with a book in hand, the uncomfortable exhausted feeling in his chest blurs out.

“How about we run there and say hi?” Kuroo suggests and Kenma immediately shakes his head.

“No.”

“Why not? (Last Name)-san looks kind of serious all the time but they seem nice. I’m sure they’d greet you back.”

“They are nice, but it’s not because of that.” Kenma responded and shook his head once again.

“Then what? If you think they’re going to figure out that you like them with just a ‘hi’, then you’re being silly. We’re just gonna run past them and give them a wave, okay?” Kuroo pushes persistently.

Kenma let out an annoyed sound and grumbled before sipping on his jug, “Do what you want.”

Kuroo claps his hands together, earning the attention of the other members who were taking a break, “Okay! Instead of running back and forth here on the side of the field, this time, we’ll run around it. Five laps, let’s go!”

As Kenma’s teammates began to run, he decided to stay behind as per usual. With every step and every sharp breath released through his mouth, he finds himself closer to where you were, until eventually, he runs right past you. He sees the way your head tilts up to look away from the book you were reading, and all in the span of a few milliseconds, he sees the way your lips curl upwards a little and your eyes making contact with him as a form of greeting.

His face suddenly feels hotter and it isn’t entirely because of the run.

He runs past you four more times, and each time, you seem to be observing him and his teammates. You don’t smile nor do you give any form of encouragement, but he feels your eyes on him the entire time. He imagines that you’re the prince or princess to be saved right after the boss level, and with each lap he accomplishes, he comes close to saving you. And that is sufficient encouragement to get himself going.

Right after the final lap, he stands on the other side of the field from you once again with his chest rising and dipping deeply. He sees that you have set the book down once again, but this time, you were clapping silently while looking at them.

“Seems (Last Name)-san is impressed with you.” Kuroo comments right beside him.

Inside, Kenma hopes that the claps were for him, but instead he says, “It’s probably for all of us.”

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say…”

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The weeks go by and every single day without fail, Kozume Kenma talks with you with his usual quiet voice.

“(Last Name)-san.”

“Yes?” You ask, flitting your eyes away from your Science worksheet to look at him. You weren’t exactly a big fan of Science-related Mathematics.

“Do you need any help?”

“Yes, please.”

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“(Last Name)-san.”

“Hm?”

“Do you have an extra eraser?”

“Here.”

“Thank you.”

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“(Last Name)-san.”

“Yes?” You pause, looking up at your seatmate before adding, “Just call me (First Name).”

“A-Ah, okay. Call me Kenma, then.”

You nod then speak up, getting straight to the point, “What do you need?”

You see him flinch slightly and you tilt your head curiously at the rather strange reaction. You were sure that you hadn’t said anything offensive—or maybe did you? You replayed the previous scenario inside your head before coming up with none that might’ve caused him to react this way. So, you waited. You watched as he turned his gaze away for a second before looking back at you once again, piercing light honey irises staring into yours.

He purses his lips then quietly asks, “Can… Can we be friends?”

You might’ve missed his words due to how silent it is, but the proximity helped you in hearing him. You concluded; he was quite shy.

You frowned and he immediately bit his lip awkwardly, turning to face the board once again. You catch the way the tips of his ears had begun to turn red.

“Sorry, d-don’t mind what I just—”

You cut him off, “I thought we were already friends. Or maybe I was just getting ahead of myself?”

His head turned to look at you rapidly with his eyes wide. He waved his hands a little frantically right in front of him with furrowed brows representing his worry.

“No. No you weren’t. I just…” He paused unsurely, “I just didn’t want to be rude if I declared us to be friends all of a sudden. I was considering— maybe you didn’t want to, s-so I asked.”

He waited.

A second later, he heard a silent “pfft” and eventually it had grown to a fit of quiet chuckles.

“Am I really that scary?” You asked, your laughter dying down as your eyes turned serious. Your curiosity and perhaps a little bit of anticipation for his answer were flooding your mind at the moment.

He didn’t like it. He didn’t like how you looked at him at the moment. It was the same expression you had when there were times that other people from class didn’t necessarily try to include you, even if they knew that you were trying hard to fit in. Your lips were twitched to the smallest of frowns and your eyes had grown dull.

“No, you’re not.” He shook his head, “You’re easy to talk to. Besides… I’m surrounded by hyperactive volley-crazed giants during matches. Now, they’re scary.”

He sees your lips curl up to a smile and he took this opportunity to ask once more.

“So. Friends?”

“Thanks, Kenma. And yes, I’d like that.”

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haikyuuuuuhypeeeee · 2 years

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Summer of Nostalgia

Miya Atsumu x Reader (2.9k wc)

Inspired by: A Moment Apart by Matrx

Genre: Fluff, Romance

Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.

You remember your promise that you’d come back and be reunited with your summer fling. I’ll come back, you had cried, hugging the boy who had changed your life over the course of one season. I promise.

You cringe at the memory. No matter how serious you were with your over-dramatic declaration, it was still embarrassing. And your behavior following - the pathetic crying as the family van brought your summer vacation to a dismal end and the holing up in your room, vowing never to come out, declaring your life was over, and you would never see him again - was even more so.

But you decide to cut yourself some slack. On your summer vacation, you met a boy. You assumed that he’d be the summer fling you read about in romance stories or saw on social media (totally fabricated.) You’d take picturesque photos together, save a seashell that they collected for you, brag about to your friends. Your summer fling is someone you could be your true self, knowing that if they didn’t like you for it, you could turn away and never see them again.

Although that part didn’t really go to plan, because your summer fling had not only embraced who you truly were, but he seemed to cherish that. And in turn, you found yourself falling for him after every sunset you watched together.

It was not what you had expected. Falling in love was never mentioned in any of the blogs you found online, it wasn’t anything your friends had gushed about when they shared their stories of summer love. (More like lust, you had thought.)

But when it came to Miya Atsumu, with hair as golden as the summer sun, and a heart as deep as the ocean, you didn’t care that your summer fling didn’t live up to expectations. Because he had smashed them instead.

It had started with a simple game of beach volleyball. You played volleyball for school, so you were drawn to the boys playing on the lone sand court. You had been captivated, in particular by one of the players who had a killer serve and dropped setter dumps like it was no big deal. But of course every time he had he wasted no time shoving it in the other players’ faces.

Your presence didn’t go unnoticed by them, and eventually you were cajoled into joining the pick up volleyball game they organized. And it was then you had learned his name.

Miya Atsumu, he said with a dazzling smile. I’ll be sure to go easy on ya.

I’ll do the same, you replied with an equally saccharine smile. His eyes had flashed, and you felt the familiar competitive fire light within.

Competitive to a fault, your friends had told you in the past. And you had reaped the “reward” of your cocky attitude, as Miya Atsumu sent every serve your way and wasted no time in sending a setter dump just in front on you on the sand.

Good game! I’d be more than happy to give you some pointers so you would’ve suck next time, yeah?

Irritation burned on your skin, more than the sunburn agitated by the sand chafing on your sensitive skin, and even more than the sting of defeat. His twin brother immediately swooped over and apologized for him. But you gave Atsumu the sweetest smile and said you’d be back tomorrow. You had to show him up, even if it meant scooping more sand than digs and almost rolling your ankle again and again.

And you did show up, beating him a few times and letting him win other games. But the absolute best games were the ones when you both got to be on the same team. Once Atsumu found out you were a volleyball player he sent his best sets to you, pushing you to jump higher and hit harder. It was intoxicating playing with him, and despite the handicap you had from playing in the sand, you felt you had never played better.

But despite his competitive spirit, Atsumu also held a caring side. One time you actually hurt yourself, almost a week after you joined the casual yet structured games. Atsumu carried you off the sand and onto a bench, gentle in his actions. He worked with you through stretches and holding your ankle so gently, making sure you were okay. And he was adamant on walking you back to the summer home your family was staying in.

(You sap! You remember his brother Osamu calling after you both. Zip yer lid! ‘M always this nice! Atsumu bellowed back. You tried not to let a blush take over your face, but by the sly smile Suna sent your way you figured you weren’t doing very well with that.)

If playing with Atsumu was the hot, fast, energy of the sun, spending time with him off the court was the soothing blue waters of the ocean. It was no less intoxicating, but the slow walks on the beach, sharing an ice cream cone, or playing in the water exposed you to a side of Atsumu you never would have guessed possible.

Laying on the warm sand at night, staring up at the crystal clear skies together. The stars twinkling down at you both, you both let free any remaining inhibitions and delved in your deepest secrets.

How Atsumu would do whatever it took to play professional volleyball. How inadequate you felt coming upon the conclusion of your high school career with the expectation of going out into the world and becoming something worthwhile.

(At that confession, Atsumu rolled over so he hovered over you. Sand stuck to the underside of his arms rained down on you, but you were distracted by the look in his eyes, intense even in the low light.

You are incredible. Your existence is the most valuable and worthwhile thing you can do. The only thing that would make it better is you doing something that would make you happy.

The conviction in his words, from a boy you only knew for a summer, gave you the strength to pull him close and show how thankful you were for his belief in you.)

You spent hours with Miya Atsumu, and while your days together were numbered you never thought of how unfortunate that was. You were only thankful that you were allowed to bask in the presence of his greatness, to brush shoulders with someone as fiery as a shooting star, racing across the sky to what would surely be his next grand adventure. You were grateful to have held the attention of someone who is meant for greater things.

Of course you exchanged numbers and socials and became friends on any available platform. But after your tearful goodbye, and the summer nostalgia faded away, apprehension overtook you. Could you reach out to Atsumu? He never reached out to you. He performed the obligatory “likes” on any photos or posts you made, but that was it.

As autumn came and the school year had started, you slowly emerged from your slump of lost love and you were able to get back into the swing of things. Classes were harder, club volleyball was much more serious, and future decisions lied on the horizon. Any lingering, nostalgic feelings for Atsumu withered like the dead leaves on the trees. You couldn’t spend time daydreaming about Atsumu. He was a summer fling for god’s sake.

Summer flings aren’t meant to last long, that’s the whole point of them. They’re meant for fooling around, trying things you wouldn’t dare try back home. Having your first kiss at a bonfire on the beach, or holding hands as the ocean waves crashed over you.

Laughing more than you ever thought possible. Feeing more at peace than you ever had before.

Those cherished memories were the ones that kept you warm in the coldest of winter nights. When your brain would admonish you for foolishly holding Atsumu to such high standards, while your heart wanted nothing more than to be with him.

But when spring arrived, hope blossomed.

A family vacation was booked. You were going back to that same beach with your family. You would be there for the first sunset of summer. You could see Atsumu again.

That hope bloomed into a fixation, borderline obsession, as the school year came to a close and the family roadtrip to the beach grew nearer. The promise you made to Atsumu, to meet him on the beach to watch the first sunset of the summer with him, was your nightly mantra - the last thought you had before drifting to sleep.

Was it crazy? To hope that something as silly as summer romance could transcend into something not bound by the simple changing of seasons?

And now, as the van pulls into the same beach house your parents rent every year, you carry a wary sense of anticipation.

“We’re here!” Your dad shouts from the front of the car. The car occupants exit, stumbling around to stretch cramped limbs and shake out any pinpricks from sitting for so long. You take in the house, and it’s weathered shutters, the cheerful beds of flowers swaying in the breeze, a large willow tree just waiting for you to run your fingers through its branches.

(You remember a late night of Atsumu gently pushing you against the tree, kissing your deeply as the leaves kept you hidden from any passerby's. It was terrifying and thrilling and you for sure thought this was what summer flings were.)

The next hour is a chaotic mess of moving bags and totes into the house, assigning bedrooms and packing away supplies. Your mom was adamant on unpacking everything properly before heading to the beach, while your father was rushing around with your younger brother to put away everything quick quick so we could run down to the ocean. You were on their side, although you did what you could to help your mom out.

Sunset was fast approaching, and you had someone to meet.

Finally, finally, the last bag is unpacked, the final pair of shoes finding their proper place by the door, and your mom is content with the way things are. You barrel out the back door and spill directly onto the beach. The setting sun reflects off the shimmering water, basking the beachside golden. Other families and couples walk along the shoreline, laughing and talking and enjoying the last rays of the official first summer sun.

You take it all in for a second before you’re running to the sand courts. It’s a ways down, and you find yourself sprinting against time. You’re doing everything that you can to meet Atsumu before it’s too late.

Meet me here, on the first day of summer, and we’ll watch the sunset together.

The sand is uneven and not ideal for running, but you don’t care. You refuse to break this promise. How could you - it was the easiest of asks, one that if broken could cause unparalleled damage to the person who you would never want to hurt. You will not hurt Miya Atsumu, you will not break this promise.

You can’t even consider the idea that he wouldn’t meet you there. From every moment you spent with him last summer he was nothing but reliable. In how he treated his friends and brother (poorly to an outsider, but the teasing is rooted in years of friendship), the strangers who joined their games (overconfident and maybe rude, but always quick to shake their hands in good sportsmanship and provide tips to younger players), even your own parents and younger brother (polite and courteous, not hesitating to bump the volleyball with your dad and brother.)

How he treated you, as if you were a marvel on your own. Like you were as important as the moon is to the ocean’s tide, as bright as the summer sun, as sweet as a shared ice cream cone. Atsumu treated you as if you, the real you, was the most valuable thing in the world.

The golden sunset hour is beginning to fade, as you finally make it to the sand volleyball courts. They’re deserted, which isn’t that surprising, as games rarely went on past sunset. A few people are lingering, some walking away with arms and legs covered in sand. Your attention isn’t on any of them - it’s on the boy sitting in the sand by the water.

Your breath catches in your throat at the sight. It’s him, it’s Atsumu. You would recognize him anywhere - from his broad back and strong shoulders, to the golden hair shinning in the light. He kept his promise, as he sits facing the ocean and watching the sunset. And now it’s your turn.

Your heart is thumping in your chest as you approach, brain running wildly in your head. What do you say? How do you say it? Is Atsumu even here for you? Does he remember you? Does he want anything to do with you?

You’re close enough now that you can call out to him, and there are two scenarios that play out in your mind. One, is that he turns and gives you a weird look, unable to remember this weirdo who knows his name. (Um, do I know ya? Can I help ya? Jeez, these tourists.) Or two, he’ll turn to greet you with a smile and a friendly wave. (Hey, long time no see! I’m surprised to see ya, how have you been?) Obviously option two is better than option one, and while your heart may yearn for something more grand, you would be happy to settle with fond remembrance and a handshake.

Before you can say anything, Atsumu turns and looks behind him. He’s quick to meet your gaze and you watch as his eyes widen to saucers and he quickly scrambles to his feet.

“Y/N?” He says. The cautious optimism you hear in his voice fills you with cautious optimism, pumped through your veins as your heart beats faster.

“Hi Atsumu.”

The greeting is all the signal Atsumu needs before he bounds forward and wraps you in his arms. You feel your feet leave the ground as Atsumu lifts you up and swings you in a circle. You’re helpless to do anything but grab onto his shoulders, a startled laugh escaping past your lips.

But it’s minuscule compared to the joyous laughter that Atsumu lets out. He laughs and swings you around and holds you tight in his arms. Soon after he sets you back in the sand, but he refuses to let you go, instead bringing you close to his chest and leaning his head against yours. From your place you can feel his heart hammering in his chest, and his laughter is still mingled with his breathing.

Huh, he must have missed me too.

“I can’t believe yer here!” Atsumu slightly pulls away, only enough so he can cup your face in his hands and stare at you. You see wonder and awe and something more in his bright eyes. You’re certain that the same look is reflected in yours.

“I could say the same,” you tell him. You bring a hand up to hold his that still cradle your face. “I really really hoped you would be here, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Same! This was the longest year of my life, and I was so scared ya wouldn’t show.” Some of the light in Atsumu’s eyes is dimmed as his smile ebbs away. “Honestly, I was certain ya would hate me since I never texted ya or anythin’. But my idiotic brother smashed my phone not even a day after ya left and I had to get a new number and I lost yers and I was honestly tempted to strangle my brother but then my ma said I couldn’t and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s alright.” You interrupt his rambling and bring a hand up to soothe Atsumu. His face is warm from the summer sun, the tanned skin smooth under your touch. “It’s fine, I’m not upset with you or anything.”

Atsumu sighs, in relief or dejection you’re not quite sure. “I know, but I coulda messaged ya on social or somethin’ but by the time I got my new phone it was already a week since ya left and I thought ya woulda forgotten me.”

That thought makes you pause and you don’t hesitate to hold Atsumu’s face in your own hands. “I don’t think I could ever forget you Atsumu. I thought you wouldn’t want anything to do with someone like me.” You can see Atsumu open his mouth to argue but you cut him off with a quick kiss. You can feel him smile into it before reciprocating. His arms wrap around you and bring you close.

The summer love you felt last year returns full force, massive in it’s impact as it crashes into you. You were silly to think that a love as large as the ocean would wash away. It’s continuous in it’s give and take, crashing into you like the blue waves cascading along the shoreline, reaffirming its presence with every smile Atsumu gives you.

After you break apart, you smile up at Atsumu and meet his gentle eyes. You’re close enough that you can see the freckles dusting his cheeks and nose. “I am really glad to see you.”

He smiles wider, brushing his nose against yours and quietly replies. “I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”

Together you turn back towards the ocean, quiet as the summer sun sets over the horizon. It’s the end of the first day of summer, but it’s the beginning of a love that will span countless of sunsets.

END

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schelamski · 3 months

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Sakusa Kiyomi in "On and about with the hq-boys"🛫

-a series of airport drabbles.

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“Lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

You have been waiting for the msby team to arrive at the airport. For several hours you had to wait for your boyfriend Sakusa, who was a player in said volleyball team. It wasn’t even that cold in this part of the airport but you were running cold whenever you got sleepy. About to drift away in a weird sitting position you suddenly heard a lot of mumbling voices. Like the many other times you took it on yourself to pick up your boyfriend from the airport when he had away-games, you fell asleep for some good ten minutes before waking up again to go through this whole procedure another time. Today wasn’t any different and you had been napping for a few minutes when you finally heard voices. Snapping your eyes open the msby team was arriving. Infront of the others you could see your distressed boyfriend, he really hated planes. Being stuck with that many people on limited space, he wanted to be one of the first people to exit. Also, Sakusa really wanted to have you beside him again. When your eyes met you were already on your way to him, but you tried to not throw yourself at him, guessing closure wasn’t what he needed right now. However, you were surprised when he slumped himself on you, suddenly having his body wrapped around you.

“Was it that bad, huh?”

“Mhm”

“At least you’re back again, I missed you. I even vacuumed a bit earlier because I haven’t heard the sound in so long.”

“Don´t tell me that’s what you’re missing when I’m not there. I guess I´ll have to be back on track tomorrow. But first, lets go home. You´re freezing and I don’t want you catching a cold.”

Kiyomi couldn’t help but think of how he felt at home as soon as he had you in his arms, but you weren’t exactly running hot right now, so there was no other option than get you in your warm bed for some undisrupted sleep.

“Okay”

It takes everything in you to mask your surprise when he takes your hand in his while walking out to get his luggage.

“And I missed you too.”

Now you cant hide your smile.

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#haikyuu!!#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #sakusa x reader #sakusa kiyoomi #msby sakusa #haikyuu sakusa #haikyuu msby #msby black jackal #airport fluff #airport romance #hq drabble #drabble

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idlerin · 1 year

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NONSENSE

an oikawa tooru social media au

pairing. celebrity!oikawa tooru x f!reader

synopsis. you were oikawa tooru’s #1 fan, until you became his #1 hater. you hated him so much you went viral on twitter (accidentally) and literally became known as “the oikawa tooru hater”, doesn’t help that he keeps fueling the fire by subtweeting you. everyone is all in for this new drama. what isn’t known to the public, is that this particular drama’s been on hold for three years (him being your ex and all).

tags. social media au, celebrity smau, college au, exes to lovers, second chance romance, idiots in love, crack, humor (hopefully), fluff, and perhaps a little angst? ehe (groveling !!)

warnings. time stamps dont really matter unless i say so, cursing, some drinking alcohol n stuff and sometimes suggestive but nothing graphic

status. completed (01/15/23 - 02/11/24)

— playlist.

teasers

teaser 1 — teaser 1.5 — teaser 2

profiles

[name]’s pe(s)ts | in need of medical attention

episodes !

(⚘) — has narrative parts

ACT I

01. rid me of my despair

02. murder is ethically wrong

03. he’s literally everywhere

04. i’m NOT petty (⚘)

05. i think i’ve seen this film before

06. he’s back !

07. baby girl of all baby girls

08. the famous friend

09. forget me not

10. why are you running!? (⚘)

ACT II

11. blast from the past

12. i despise you (⚘)

13. villains are hot (⚘)

14. adulting and other important stuff (⚘)

15. what we look forward to

16. a nightmare dressed like a daydream

17. antithetical girlie

18. this is the tactic (⚘)

19. honey it hurts (⚘)

20. exes and ohs

21. takoyaki cravings

22. kill me with kindness

23. tell me, tell me (⚘)

24. do you think about me?

25. wish u were sober (⚘)

ACT III

26. you look like shit (⚘)

27. a taste of fame

28. reminds me of

29. helpless, breathless (⚘)

30. oh how you woo me

31. all over again

32. disconnected

33. this love is so illogical

34. don’t care if you ruin me (⚘)

35. hate clingy men

36. need you like oxygen (⚘)

37. media craze

38. hard to love (⚘)

39. coming home

40. only your love

EPILOGUE

41. new friends

42. love languages

43. utterly nonsensical

end

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bonus content

post break-up [name]

don’t you know that i’m intoxicated !

you said you liked the way i spoke

unsent letter #1

one of the boys

kuroo being a menace for 12 panels straight

taglist is CLOSED !

to be REMOVED from the taglist you can just send an ask or comment :)

notes. hey so i’m starting my first smau series?!!? *squeals and kicks feet in excitement* i hope i get to finish it lmao i plan to not make it that long prolly around only like 30 chaps! hope u’ll enjoy reading it as much as i’ll enjoy making it! also thank you everyone for 200 followers! i rlly appreciate it <3

icons used as pfps are not mine but the content of this smau is. please do not repost this on any other platform. © idlerin 2023

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shoyoackerman · 3 months

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“they’re just friends why are you shipping them” “you’ve never heard of bromance” “they’re not gay”

Tell that to the directors, writers and artist who barely put any energy into the supposed love interest of the show/movie. Like the two characters who aren’t supposed to be shipped and are friends only, are literally dying for each other and expressing love in subtle or niche ways only the other person would know.

Whilst the mc and love interest chemistry is drier than the fcking sun.

so uh blame the writes and directors for being lowkey (highkey) shippers

This obviously isn’t for every canon ship, since some are rlly well written. But like theirs a reason fans are shipping characters together.

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yenonnoff · 9 months

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TEACH ME HOW TO LOVE!

atsumu miya x fem!reader

⌒☆ synopsis : when y/n l/n, a rising actress, decides to star in a romance film that could make or break her career, she’s unable to showcase her skills, revealing her inexperience within the romance department instead. worst of all, atsumu miya, her co-star and the main lead’s love interest, seems to hate her guts! with absolutely, unbearably zero chemistry between the two, an idea was proposed: spend time with one another in the upcoming weeks. will y/n be able to ignore her professionalism and listen to her heart? and will she, a clueless romantic, be able to pick up on the signs her co-star is sending her?

⌒☆ content: actors/celebrity au, social media au, modern au, enemies (got off on the wrong foot) to friends to lovers, slow burn (sorry 😞), mild angst, fluff, crack/humor

⌒☆ warnings: she/her pronouns used, contains swearing, mentions alcohol/alcohol consumption

⌒☆ status: on-going (07/18/23)

🎬 chapter names may change as the story progresses + unless stated differently, ignore all timestamps

🎬🎧 — playlist

STARRING:

｡ｏ♡ HOT dummies // mentally sane + atsumu ig? ｡ｏ♡

( minor chars! )

LIGHTS:

01. vengeance (like batman)

02. vroom vroom! im here (୨୧)

03. wtf is love

04. sweet dreams (or not)

05. hi, mr. charismatic

06. give me a break (୨୧)

07. morning madness

08. you ruined my coffee with your scowl (୨୧)

09. emergency conference meeting!

10. strangers (?) at an amusement park (୨୧)

11. perhaps a malfunction?

12. a mistake, 100% a mistake

13. your words

14. message sent, message received

15. tolerate! tolerate! tolerate!

16. me, you, and a beautiful sunset (୨୧)

CAMERA:

17. snap out of it!

18. brewing up a storm

19. do not disturb

20. conversation over coffee

21. cat chase (୨୧)

22. tba

ACTION:

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a/n: hi!! this is my first ever smau + my first time posting on tumblr so pls be patient if smth looks off (and if smth does, pls kindly inform me!!). i want to thank @idlerin for inspiring me to make this, so many thanks to syl!! u should check out her smaus and other works, theyre all amazing!! asides from that, i want to give the fattest biggest thanks to my best friend may (@kqbukimono) for putting up w/ my spontaneous questions and for giving the best advice ever (ure the best ig 😜). she also helped me choose the title! ok im being too nice, he might make fun of me. thank u so much to everyone who is planning on reading my smau!

taglist is open! dm or ask to be a part of it!

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kuroowo · 1 year

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Consider this:

Miya Atsumu, kicking his feet and giggling into his pillow when he sees a text from you asking him out on a date. Crushing hard and blushing even harder, as if you two haven’t already been dating for 3 years.

#ITS SO CUTE BECAUSE HES SO CUTE ABOUT ROMANCE #I STAND BY IT #hq #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu #miya atsumu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyū!!#hq.stuff #hq.fics

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lssugaluv · 1 year

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His favorite things to do while making love to you…

Contains: Haikyuu men x Fem reader.

Warnings: Mentions of s3x, small nsfw details, love making, bit of curse words, Minors do NOT interact, mentions of gentle bites/markings (Atsumu’s) . (If you don’t feel comfortable reading this, please skip!)

Summary: When doing the deed, your boyfriend loves to show you his immense love he has for you. Where your boyfriend shows what his favorite things are, from either holding your hand to caressing you.

Contains: Fluff, Small bits of NSFW, pet names, love language, physical touch, quality time, romance, time skip Haikyuu characters.

Characters: Kuroo, Sakusa, Sugawara, Kageyama, Iwazumi, Atsumu.

Kageyama:

When making love to you, he loves to give you small kisses.

Kageyama can be very shy and to himself but when making love to you, he loves to reassure you of all the love he has for you.

He will randomly give you small pecks here and there, but only when you two are home. He isn’t big on PDA, but he loves kissing you. It can be forehead kisses before he leaves to practice, to shoulder kisses when he approaches you from behind while you’re cooking.

When doing the deed, you usually begin by you laying on your back in the middle of your shared bed. He always begin slow by passionately kissing you at a slow pace. As he goes in, he always has a thing of placing his forehead on your shoulder meanwhile quietly groaning.

This obviously drives you insane, no matter how many times he’s done this. He gives you always a couple of minutes to adjust meanwhile he slowly begins to thrust in and out of you.

He loves to place small kisses either on your shoulders, forehead, lips, neck, ears, any place he could. This is a sign of him making sure to remind you how much he loves you. And you never get tired of that.

Kuroo:

When making love to you, Kuroo loves to keep you extra close.

Kuroo loves to fuck the living life out of you. This man has a crazy stamina as well. But he also loves to tone it down once in a while to also show you how much he loves you.

Whenever he can, he loves to hug you or keep you close to him. If it’s at a restaurant, he’s sitting right next to you instead of across from you. When it’s at home, watching television on the couch, either you’re laying in between his legs, or his arm around you, but you have to be literally next to him, no gap in between.

When doing the deed, he specifically loves the sitting position. Why? He has three reasons why.

1. He knows this position can be done literally anywhere. He will simply pick you up and do it on the kitchen counter, dining table, on the couch, on the bathroom counter, there’s countless places.

2. Kuroo loves to show you how much he loves you. He loves keeping you close. You’re his prized possession and you belong only to him. The closer you two can be the better.

3. He loves being able to kiss you and have full access to your body. He loves to hear his name being moaned out by your pretty voice. When he knows you’re close to finish, he loves to hold you extra tight, gently caressing your hair and whispering sweet nothing’s next to your ear.

If he could work from home and just be with you and in you, he will. He loves to remind you that he will always protect you and that you will always be loved by him.

Atsumu:

When making love to you, Atsumu loves to bite you.

Just like Kuroo, Atsumu loves to fuck. That man loves to also show PDA. He doesn’t care where or who is around. He loves to show you how much he loves you, indoors and outdoors.

He loves to not only remind you, but also remind his fans, other girls and men, who his heart belongs too. There’s times where he will literally have you sit on his lap while at a fancy restaurant. His big hands caressing that gorgeous ass of yours.

You on the other hand can be a bit shy. And that’s what he loves the most. Where you become flustered but still follow and accept all he does. He had your heart completely and you have his.

When making love, he is the type to be extra. He will literally pay people to make your shared room romantic. There will be candles, rose petals all over the floor and bed, champagne and all. Anything to remind the love he has for you. He will also take you out of town or the country and make love to you at beautiful sceneries.

Atsumu can have you in any position he desires. He loves to leave his bite marks behind that beautiful body of yours. His favorite spots are your weak spots. Which are your thighs, shoulders, and ears. When he begins, he always begins with biting your plush thighs.

He will switch you into many positions in one night. He loves to having in a sitting position in bed. When he begins to thrust, they’re slow but are powerful. Hitting that delicious spot that drives you insane. He loves when you throw your head back, giving him access to hold your back with one hand, kissing and biting your breasts and neck. He leaves marks on your neck, but usually leaves you small light ones since you get shy to show them off.

He loves when you have finally became overstimulated and can’t take anymore. He always encourages you to go one more time. He loves this meanwhile he bites your shoulders gently and you begin to mark him on his neck and scratch his back and shoulder blades.

When you two are finished, he always steps back to see the work of art he has left on you. He loves to praise your body and himself for that ✨ extra touch. ✨

P.S. when he goes to practice or games, he purposely walks around shirtless to show off the marks and scratches his girl left him.

Iwazumi:

When making love to you, Iwazumi loves to caress you.

Iwazumi can be an angry man with a small amount of patience. But when it comes to you, it’s like all the anger is never there. You are his world, he absolutely loves you.

He loves to show you how much he loves you by spending quality time with you. He loves to be with you. He loves how much you love him as well. He loves to caress your hair randomly, or caress your hand when holding it. He loves to especially caress you when doing the deed.

When making love, he loves to slowly undress you and gently throw you on the bed. He loves to step back and remind you how beautiful you are. Iwazumi can never get his hands off of you, not when you’re this amazing.

Iwazumi can go using any position but his favorite two are the simple missionary one to be able to caress you cute face when seeing you in complete pleasure.

The other position is carrying you with both of your arms and legs around his body. He puts your back on the wall meanwhile he thrusts into you.

You tend to throw your head back, giving him complete access to your neck and breasts. He caressed them with his lips, gently leaving open mouthed kisses on them. He also tends to lick and leave small marks behind.

You are his and and he is yours. He will always show you how much he loves you in best he can.

Sakusa:

When making love to you, Sakusa loves eye contact.

Sakusa is always to himself. You know he isn't one to show much affection, especially when out in public. He does not believe in PDA, which you have always been okay with. You had always accepted him the way he is.

When it comes to doing the deed however, he always tries his best to pour his heart out as much as he could to prove to you that he truly loves you. He always feels bad for not being as affectionate as you must wish, but he tries.

He loves to have you on either the missionary position or the sitting position because where he can see you the better. He loves to see those sexy but adorable face expressions you make in complete pleasure. He loves when you get all shy trying to look away from his eye contact.

Everytime you look away, he pulls your face gently towards his.

"Now now baby, don't get shy on me."

When around your close friends and family, they always see how Sakusa looks at you. All they see are heart eyes and eyes of affection but only meant for you.

Sakusa is not a man of many words, but you know that saying, actions speak louder than words.

Sugawara:

When making love to you, Sugawara loves to hold hands with you.

Oh Suga, the man who only has eyes for you and you only. This little bundle of love completely loves you. Everything he does is meant to make you happy and that's that.

Of course, he is not like the shy guys who doesn't like PDA, he does, but in a bit of a respectful manner. He loves to hold onto your hand the most. If he could, he would never let go. He actually wishes to grow old with you and be burried holding hands once its your time to go.

When doing the deed, man is he so gentle. He takes care of you as if you were a delicate rose petal. He always loves to remind how beautiful you and your body are.

As he slowly thrusts, he loves to look at your adorable faces. How your cheeks begin to get flush pink due to his eyes glued onto your face. How he begis to thrust a bit faster to where you seek his hand and ask him to go faster. Where he grants your pleas and you begin to hold onto his hand tightly.

Holding your hand during sex means unity. Your unity of how strong the love you two have for one another.

After thoughts:

I hope you enjoyed this small fluff/nsfw.

I dont know which one of these are my favorites. They were all so cute.

Let me know if you would like to see a part two with other HQ characters.

Please reblog, like and comment.

Do not steal my work! <3.

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jahnavisurenda-21 · 20 days

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Haikiyu!||Waktoshi Ushijima X Reader|| Introduction to Dating Him

These click keyboards are everywhere. Introducing a new character, you can read if you watch Haikiyuu.

He's firstly usually very blunt, but somehow, you grew to love that part of him. It bothered you at first if you should ask his opinions on different date ideas, or sometimes he was just trying to sneak in a compliment for yourself if you wore a new outfit or a sandal that really suited your style.

You later realized you were worrying about literally nothing, he didn't always open his mouth and shower you with overflowing compliments, or show you off to anyone, but you never felt the need for him to do so.

It was because he was earnest, he gave you literally princess treatment and he was shocked one day,

"I wish I could like you know openly ask your opinions on certain things, but I'm afraid you would find it too clingy or annoying." That one line was sending your body to a nervous breakdown, it was as if oxygen could no longer be supplied to your cells.

For a moment Ushijima said nothing, but then, "I don't think that about you, you look beautiful... in every outfit you wear, even in your pajamas when we are watching movies together, I should have been more honest in letting you know how I feel. I'm not used to this."

You couldn't help but, let your lips curve to a smile of relief and the occasional squealing whenever you read romance novels.

Ushijima's love language was gift-giving and actions, he would support you like an actual iron wall, and he was the responsible one,

He knew how to have fun and goof around, but he also knew where to draw the line,

He's insanely protective, which is another part of Ushijima that makes you blush, he would not stand you getting bullied, or if someone takes their teasing too far.

He has the best hugs to offer you, you feel him as comfort, it's because you know that he is honest, and really kin, if it is a bad day he'll ask you what he can do for you, but, if you need time for yourself, he understands. But, before the day ends, he'll call you and ask you if you're alright again.

You never will question his loyalty. His authenticity. His awkwardness sometimes makes it hard to control your giggles, which gets you death glares, that you've never taken seriously.

He's the kind of man, who would make good husbands.

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amjustagirl · 2 years

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chapter 8: raze everything to the ground

chapters: 8 / 15 pairing: miya osamu x f! reader genre: romance, angst, fluff, inarizaki shenanigans wc: 3.3k summary: miya osamu does not dare set fire to his heart. it burns anyway.

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You drop all plans at trying to make Miya Osamu yours.

And it’s fine. He doesn’t owe you anything, he’s already been generous enough to let you into his life as a friend. There’s no obligation to see you in any romantic light. You’re not entitled to that. He’s just not receptive to your advances and sure, you might mope about it for an hour or two, watch a weepy tv drama with a lead that kinda looks like Osamu (but his eyes are so much warmer, his crooked smile is so much more charming), stuff your face with the onigiris that he gave to you -

It’s fine. It’s really, absolutely, completely fine.

Kaiyo and Suzuki-san plot Suna’s death when you spill what went down at your planned romantic night out with Osamu. Suzuki-san grumbles about never letting that bastard have fresh onigiris any more. Kaiyo goes a step further, plotting to poison the chuupets that he has a sweet tooth for.

“You can’t keep plannin’ to murder my friends”, Atsumu says despairingly. “We don’t have enough space to hide their bodies.”

“We’ll dump Rin in the ocean”, Kaiyo says. “He’ll make good fish food.”

Atsumu just groans.

Vengeful friends aside (it’s kinda nice to have someone on your side for once, you have to admit), nothing much changes. You’ve already achieved a semblance of happiness, and the only hurdle to holding on to that is to keep from wanting more, so you just need to discipline your mind from wandering off into daydreams starring Osamu (holding hands, watching stars - gods, STOP) and mourning what could’ve been, how much happier you could’ve been (stop stop stop) -

“You sure you’re okay?”

“‘Course”, you reply, swallowing bile. Lying comes easier to you now. “How’s your opening party going? Need any help?”

He looks at you with doubt, but you smile at him until your cheeks hurt, chattering away about how excited you are about his party. Steps of a lonely dance you’re all too familiar with, waltzing away from uncomfortable truths. “I’ll be tryin’ out a couple of new dishes, wanna see what y’all think about it”, he says, still frowning, but he’s distracted with the happy prospect of everyone he loves his new restaurant, the shine of its wooden countertops, the large billboard that displays his reworked menu that he forgets his worries about you easily enough.

“You’ll be there, right?” he finally says after a long ramble about how the builders have done a great job, how he’s been tryin’ out the new kitchen and it works like a dream, how he can’t wait to show off his fancy rice cooker to Shinsuke ‘cos he’s finally doin’ his rice some justice.

“I’ll be there to help out”, you answer.

He shakes his head at you. “That’s not what I’m gettin’ at, silly. It’s your place too.”

Only in the sense that your name is on the title deed and you’re finally accepting rent for it from him, but you don’t recognise the place when you walk in. Gone are the creaking floorboards, the blood red noren, the wooden framed doorways with a lantern hanging by the road. It’s a modern, open space, blonde wood with a touch of concrete, plenty of soft furnishings and natural lighting from the skylights and sweeping windows. By letting Osamu do whatever he wants with the ruins of your family’s restaurant is probably the equivalent of dancing on your ancestors’ graves and your parents are probably gnashing their teeth and cursing their ungrateful offspring, but he’s achieved what you’ve asked of him - to create an inviting, lovely space for guests to come and be comforted and fed.

A place where one can be happy. If you don’t recognise the place at all, he’s achieved that and more.

It also seems that he, in turn does not recognise you - dolled up by an insistent Miya Kaiyo, who teaches you that no, a mascara wand is not a deadly weapon, despite it’s intimidating appearance, wearing a dress that flutters around your knees unlike the usual shapeless, boxy garments you dress yourself in (at work, that’s what you’re provided with, off work, you just like to be comfortable). His eyebrows draw together until he figures out who you are, then his mouth gapes open, like a fish gasping for its last breath.

Before you can approach him though, he’s suddenly crowded by a gaggle of obaa-chans, long time customers of the shop who seem to have adopted him, cooing and pinching his cheeks despite the fact that his actual mom (who you are going to give a wide, wide berth tonight) is watching indulgently that her son is being swarmed. You greet Suzuki-san instead after leaving your gift of ume bonsai, a miniature plum blossom tree in a terracotta pot in a corner of the shop.

“You should say hi to the boss instead”, she tells you crossly but it’s not as if she’s averse to you stepping into the back to relive poor Miyamura-san of his designated job to run back and forth between the front of the house and the back kitchen to replenish the buffet line of onigiris and pickles and steaming pork bone and bitter melon soup.

It’s during one of those trips that you’re knocked off your orbit by a Suna Rintaro who looks marginally less likely to spit at the world, though he’s still scowling. Keep doing that and your face might freeze in place if the wind changes, you feel like telling him, but you lose the thought immediately as he shoves his hands in his pockets, looking down the length of his nose at you, like you’re a bug on the floor he’s been ordered not to step on.

“Samu told me to apologise to you”, he blurts out, tone abrupt. “Sorry for being rude.”

You stop yourself from wringing your hands, letting them twitch uselessly, a pair of injured lovebirds fluttering at your sides. “It’s fine”, you repeat your favourite refrain these days though it’s clear you’re not convincing anyone when he snorts rudely at you.

“Clearly not”, he retorts, glowering. He’s an angry dark cloud floating about a roomful of joy and you’re tempted to ask him to tone it down lest he spoil ‘Samu’s party, but something, something smooths out the unhappy creases in his face.

“But I guess it doesn’t matter. Love sucks, doesn’t it. Fuck this shit.”

He looks down at you with something akin to pity before stalking off, an animal licking his wounds, too quick to exit the scene before you can grab his arm and demand what exactly he means by that. You keep an eye on him after that, watching him pace around the back, knocking back shots of sake and shochu, wrinkling his nose presumably at the bitterness trickling down his throat but he seems relatively harmless.

Your attention from Suna Rintarou is pulled once Osamu climbs onto a chair, cheeks flushed red and ruddy with the alcohol flowing freely in the room.

“A toast”, he calls hoarsely. The crowd cheers.

To Suzuki-san, he exclaims, to Morita-san, to Ishida-san, to Miyamura-kun, his trusty crew. They raise a glass to him, and cheer kanpei! “Don’t burn down the place again”, Morita and Ishida chorus and Osamu just rolls his eyes and laughs.

It’s not an unpleasant surprise when he turns to you, though the sudden focus of everyone’s attention on you makes you feel like you’ve ingested a flaming piece of coal.

“To my landlady”, he chuckles, eyes bright. “My sensei. My friend. Thanks again for teachin’ me. For trustin’ me. I couldn’t do this without you.”

He moves on just as your heart can explodes out of your chest in a shower of confetti and fireworks. You stagger, knocked off your feet as you grab a chair to regain your balance, reminding yourself to act normally, smile and breathe, damnit. Thankfully, everyone’s focus has moved on, everyone aww-ing as he thanks his parents (his mother chokes up, wipes away a tear) for allowing their son in the kitchen (a dig at his grandmother, who’s thankfully not in attendance today), laughs when he mentions “Kaiyo, my long suffering accountant, chief gremlin and my sister in everything but blood - ” (he accepts a bear hug), calls out to Shin-chan and Sho-chan (they only laugh when he calls them both demon spawn, and promptly start arguing who’s more demonlike), and of course he concludes with -

“To ‘Tsumu, my twin. Though I still think maybe life would’ve been easier if I ate you in the womb”.

The gathered crowd guffaws as Atsumu yells back that he should’a smothered him in his sleep, and it probably would’ve devolved into yet another (good-natured) Miya twin brawl if not for the quick thinking of Suzuki-san, who puts on some music and Miyamura-kun who pops up like a magician, brandishing onigiris instead of rabbits, and you take advantage of the commotion to grab your bag and slip away, into the alley where you can sit on the steps of the backdoor to the restaurant, simmer yourself in the conflicting emotions battling for dominance in the cavern of your chest.

Head between knees, you don’t know if you should cry or laugh. But before you can do either - or both, really, the heavy thud thud of footsteps approaching interrupts you and Miya Osamu squeezes in beside you even though his sudden appearance is really quite inconvenient for the romantic feelings you have for him that you’re trying so so hard to raze into the ground.

“I didn’t manage to say a proper hello just now - so, hi there”, he smiles boyishly, a halo of gold on his head from nearby streetlamps.

“Hi”, you can’t stop yourself from smiling back, drinking in the sight of him, all to yourself for once. Your heart struggles against the iron restraints you’ve clamped it down with, but you hold firm. “Now that you’ve said hello, you really should get back to your party.”

“It can wait”, he replies, untucking his apron. “Did you eat? Still hungry?”

Typical.

“I’m at a party you’re throwing - so, yes. I’m gonna be full for days.” He laughs, throwing his head back and something, something inside you clenches, keeps your heart in a burning bind. “You should really go back in with your guests, ‘Samu. But - um. Congratulations on your new place. It’s amazing. I knew it would be.”

He gazes at you with a soft, indulgent smile. “Thanks”, he murmurs, a whisper that you want to hold in your palms, brand the memory of this exact moment, drive it red-hot into your flesh, carve it into your bones to hopefully keep that horrible, greedy, grasping side of you that wants him, that wants far too much at bay.

Keep moving forward, eyes on the horizon and don’t look back.

“I’ve got a present for you”, you say, opening your bag. “I left my other gift - an ume bonsai out in the front, though Suzuki-san said you’ll probably end up killing it, so she suggests you give it to Kita-san for safekeeping instead, but anyway - here you go.

Your father’s knife.

The hon-deba that’s been passed down through your family for generations, the knife your father used to scale, clean and fillet fish whole, earn his place in the restaurant not merely by birthright, but by his talent, hard work and skill. It’s single bevelled, the blade shaved down from years of work, until it fit perfectly in your father’s hand but it’s always sat uneasily in yours.

“I’d like for you to have this”, you say, unsheathing it, smiling as it flashes silver, reflecting the streetlight.

“No - ”

“But you have to give me 100 yen as payment for it. Just to honour the old wives’ tale - lest this gift sever our friendship.”

He makes no move to take it.

“You can’t give away your family’s knife just like that - ”

“It’d be better off with you. It’ll just rot with me if I hold on to it”, you insist, pushing it into his lap.

“Maybe you could something with it, cook again -”

This knife only holds bad memories for you. Ghosts linger whenever it sits in your palm, and even if you hide it away in some hidden corner of your home, at best it will gather dust and dirt, at worst, it will haunt you, remind you of your shortcomings and failures like a malevolent god.

“It’ll have a better home with you. You’ll do good with it, feed so many people with it, build them up, make them stronger. You’ll use this knife as it was intended to, for people, to bring them happiness and comfort with food.”

“It’s your family’s heirloom -”

“I don’t have any family left, and I want to give it to you.”

“Why”, he finally says, slowly, ponderously as if he’s considering every word that spills out of his mouth. “Why are you always so nice to me?”

“Because you are the best person I know”, you reply. “Because I like you.”

Osamu just looks at you with wide, wide eyes. “Me?” he breathes.

He’s giving you a lifeboat, a way to charter yourself out of the mess you’ve made, but it’s too late. You’ve already surrendered to the depths of your feelings for him, allowing yourself to drown in the honey-gold pools of his eyes.

“Yes, you.”

It’s too late. Water has already filled your lungs, choking you with salt. Any flicker of hope is snuffed out as he crams himself away from you, eyes shuttered and dark.

“I’m sorry.”

Later, you will blame the blue-dark haze of night and the yellow-gold light that dances along every inch of his skin for making him look almost other-worldly, for tricking you into being honest with him for once. Later, you will blame the sake that Morita foisted upon you for the fog in your mind and the pork bone soup that you know Osamu placed on the menu for you, because you forget to hide behind a veneer of politeness, of detachment.

But in that moment, that split second when you realise you’ve essentially done the equivalent of pouring gasoline on your heart and setting it on fire, you’re frozen in place, unable to run and save yourself. You can only watch the water rush in, the world ablaze.

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it.”

You’re not sure if you’re trying to placate him or you. Probably to coax his shoulders down from about his ears, ease him out of the wide-eyed stare he’s levelling at you. You’re fine - you expected this, you’re not even disappointed because you knew this would happen, saw it barrelling towards you like a freight train a mile away and that’s fine, it’s wholly, completely, absolutely fine.

“I’m going to see if Miyamura-kun needs any more help, it still seemed pretty busy in there last I checked.”

You slip away and he lets you, still clutching your father’s knife in what seems to be utter shock.

The party’s already winding down. Shoma is sitting placidly in a corner playing with Asami, Shino chattering away with her father’s teammates both past and present (you’ll be able to tell if you’re jumping right if there’s a pow! when you take off from the balls of your feet - like a rocket, Shoyo? - honestly, I have no idea how Shin-chan is following anything you idiots are saying) but most are packing up, making it easy for you to blend in with everyone else and escape out of the restaurant and into the cold city streets.

Kombu-chan greets you with a sniff as she always does, wriggling away when you try to entice her into your lap.

“Looks like you don’t want me tonight either”, you chuckle humourlessly. “Probably should get used to that. Actually, I don’t even know why I’m not used to that already.”

She just licks her paws, meticulously cleaning the lily-pink pads of her tiny feet, clearly not bothered enough to listen to you monologue on about the sad, sad state of your life, the disappointment you have no right to feel, the unwelcome prospect of having to face Miya Osamu come tomorrow or the day after and put on a smile to pretend that you haven’t just embarrassed yourself by admitting to having feelings for him that he does not reciprocate, how you wish you’d just sewn your mouth shut and hunkered back in your cave, isolating yourself from the world once again -

The doorbell rings.

Kombu-chan stiffens, casting you a look that you clearly read as what now, what dares disturbs my slumber as you unfold yourself from your seat on the floor, ready to fend off some travelling salesman with no concept of time, jumping back a step when you realise Miya Osamu’s standing right outside your door.

“Can I come in?” he asks, though he’s never had to in all the time you’ve known him.

“Of course”, you murmur, flitting into the kitchen to boil water for tea, a nervous reflex. He doesn’t follow you, waiting by your dining table, feet tapping an off-tempo rhythm on the linoleum floor. When you serve him his cup of steaming green tea, he pushes your father’s knife back at you, saying without preamble -

“I wouldn’t be able to make you happy.”

“Oh”, you reply stupidly, taking the knife from him. “Okay.”

His brow creases. “Okay”, he says. “I’m not makin’ any sense, and you probably want to throw me out cos I know I’m an ungrateful bastard - ”

“You don’t owe me anything, Osamu”, you interrupt. “I meant what I said - you are still the best man I know, and that still hasn’t changed.”

“This is what I mean”, he pinches the bridge of his nose. “You - I - gods. I just didn’t want you to be under the impression that I’d be able to make you happy. You deserve so much better than me -”

You weigh his words, turning them individually like seashells, swimming through tea leaves trying to divine if he means what he says at face value, or if he’s just trying to let you down politely with that trademark kindness of his. He’s brought you so much happiness through his friendship alone, leading out from your self-imposed exile out into the sun, and every step forward you’ve made in pursuit of happiness is aided and guided by him so he can’t truly, possibly mean what he says.

“ - there are better places to look to for happiness. I’ve always been happiest with my restaurants, feedin’ people, makin’ them happy - maybe that’s somethin’ you wanna reconsider -”

(your scars itch again, a low, simmering burn)

“Ah”, you say, the puzzle pieces before you clicking together. “I see.”

He stares at you, wide-eyed. There’s a flush burning its way up the column of his neck, slow-roasting the pink apples of his cheeks. “I just - I was just puttin’ it out there for you to reconsider cos I think it’s a waste -”

(a waste, he says.)

“Thank you, Osamu”, you interject, smiling so widely that your teeth ache as if you’ve been gorging yourself on candy all day. “It’s getting late.”

His mouth snaps shut.

“I - “ he looks baffled, pained. “I put my big foot in my fat mouth, didn’t I?”

“Not at all”, you say breezily. “I understand where you’re coming from completely.”

“Really?”

You place the knife carefully on the table when you stand, making your way to the entryway to open the door in a clear invitation to leave that Osamu has no choice but to heed out of politeness. “Of course, don’t worry about it. And it’s late, Osamu, you have the grand opening tomorrow. You should go home, you need a good night’s rest.”

Patiently, you wait until he laces up his shoes, until he asks you, once, twice if you’re really okay, to which you reply with a smile that you’re fine, and a too-cheery goodnight, Osamu, until he really doesn’t have any further reason to stall, retreating back down the corridor, waving hesitantly at you as he disappears into the lift.

(your scars gape open into fresh wounds.)

a/n: yes i know i'm evil for leaving y'all on a cliffhanger til i'm back in september so! feel free to scream at me and drop by my inbox!

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( DOUBLE TAKE ) kita shinsuke x fem!reader

wherein the reader confesses to kita shinsuke through the form of a serenade and a rose.

WORDS: 899

GENRE: romance, fluff

this is my first one-shot / ficlet, please be nice. & i was kind of craving for something soft and simple with kita shinsuke since i could associate those words perfectly with him. hope you guys would like this as much as i do.

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FOR ALL THE DAYS THAT Kita Shinsuke had spent his lunch periods, he simply ate his food cleanly and quietly. Some days he’d be at the cafeteria, and some days he’d be at the classroom. It depends on what day it is. His schedule is ingrained into his mind like a permanent tattoo that he never fails to see. On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, he spent lunch eating peacefully in the classroom. He appreciates the Cherry Blossoms hanging on a branch that is by the window between each bite. And every Tuesdays and Thursdays are spent eating with his volleyball team.

Days are efficiently planned out in order to get the maximum output, also in regards to the amount of effort he applies.

Kita Shinsuke was content with every single day being similar to the previous ones. The only change making itself known are the constant improvements through the work that he performs.

Today is Monday. Kita believes that as a new week begins, it strings along a stem of opportunities that are waiting to be plucked and planted beneath the soil of hard work. It’ll grow into something great, as long as you make it, he believes. And since today is Monday, he sits in his assigned chair just by the window where he can admire the sky and the flowers. Laid on his desk is a bento box graciously made by his loving grandmother and he cannot wait to dig in.

Shinsuke liked the sound of acoustic guitars. When fingers pluck against the metal strings, it produces a sort of hum that could only describe a soft melody. An instrument formed with wood and six strings, and although it may be simple, he thinks it’s an accompaniment to another form of language. A language wherein it is communicated through the notes and the symphonies, wherein the understanding lies within your own perceptions.

And he thinks it’s beautiful.

But it’s strange. He’s never heard the guitar being played outside by the halls. They are usually heard inside the music room, echoing through each nook and corner, and bouncing off to the outside to emit a distant sound.

Then, he hears the voice of a young woman.

“I could say I never dare

To think about you in that way, but

I would be lyin'.

And I pretend I'm happy for you

When you find some girl to take home

But I won't deny that,”

The beginning wobbles a little, and Shinsuke wonders if she’s nervous. But it continued firm, and he had to pause from his eating to look out through the open door with the slightest quirk of his brow, wondering where the singer was. When he sees no one, he looks back to the window and continues eating.

“In the midst of the crowds,

In the shapes in the clouds,

I don't see nobody but you.

In my rose-tinted dreams,

Wrinkled silk on my sheets,

I don't see nobody but you.”

Her voice was beautiful, and there was a tinge of anxiety from what he could perceive. He wonders why she is nervous. The slightly lower tone that her voice contained was unique amongst the usual established female singers that he’d hear from the radio. If she thinks it might not be perfect, Shinsuke on the other hand, mentally admits that he’d appreciate listening to such a voice every morning.

The sound gets closer and closer, but he ignores it, deciding to admire it from where he was while he was eating.

Her voice is almost alarmingly close, and so he looks up towards the door and sees a young woman. She’s the girl from Class 3-4, just a couple of classrooms away from where his own classroom was at. But, he wonders why she is there by the door, with a one light pink rose taped on the fabric of her school blouse, just over where her heart is. He initially thought that the acoustic guitar sits snugly in her hands, but with the way her knuckles are slightly pale, he begins to think otherwise.

“Boy, you got me hooked onto something,

Who could say that they saw us coming?

Tell me,

Do you feel the love?

Spend a summer or a lifetime with me,

Let me take you to the place of your dreams,

Tell me,”

Oh, but why is she here? She looks at him with such admiration that he ponders on why he had yet to see it up until now. It radiates so much emotion that he thinks that even he has yet to feel, so much so, that his lips hang slightly open in surprise.

Why does she look at him like he’s the pinnacle of her life’s days?

“Do you feel the love?”

His lunch is already momentarily forgotten as he watches the girl from Class 3-4 fumble with the guitar in her hands, gently placing it on the table right next to his. It created a soft noise that caused her to grimace. She then tries to frantically peel off the rose stem taped over her chest, and when she looks at him, he sees her take a deep breath.

“Kita Shinsuke,”

He blinks slowly, “Yes?”

Her hand holding the rose extends towards him, and her next words cause a flurry of heat to grow beneath his cheeks and the tips of his ears.

Her eyes burn directly at his own honey-colored ones.

“I like you.”

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Chapter 30

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The heavy doors leading to the balcony outside the ballroom where the post-season party rages on slam shut tight behind you. The din from inside quiets immediately and you revel in the short bout of peace.

It’s been nothing but bedlam since you and Sakusa won the World Championship a few hours ago. From interviews to press conferences to calling Suga and crying and finding Kiyoko and crying and celebrating her silver medal. You barely had time to shower and change before coming to the party. It’s to celebrate all skaters who competed in the World tournament but it’s also a great place for sponsors to come out and start conversations for next season’s sponsorships.

You yourself had plenty of prominent men and women come up to you, discussing what your plans were for next season and whether or not they could send you their athleisure-wear line for you to try on and maybe give a shoutout on social media.

“Not a word to anyone,” your coach had hissed at your before leaving the party. She and Sakusa’s coach were currently drafting statements you both are planning to release tomorrow morning about you both parting ways. She was livid that you chose to make the announcement, in general and tomorrow, and she tried to dissuade you. You told her point blank that you were making it tomorrow, regardless of her input. She shot you a nasty glare before leaving the party and typing into her phone.

Probably sending off an email to the JSF. Probably bitching about you to them. You found that you didn’t care in the slightest. No, the only thing, or rather the only person, you cared about tonight was currently hiding away from the crowds and noise and Atsumu screaming his head off and showing off his gold medal draped around his neck. Part of you thought about wearing your gold medal to the party, but decided against it, thinking it was too gaudy.

Seeing Atsumu prance around like a peacock tonight made you realize you were right.

You glance around the balcony, empty save for tables and chairs stacked against the building. It’s nearly the beginning of spring but the outside patio has not been set up. Leaves are scattered across the ground, and the floor could do with a decent sweeping. Despite the slight mess, you see a figure leaning against the railing, looking out across the city. You make your way towards him.

“I thought you’d be inside celebrating.” Sakusa tells you as you join him. He doesn’t look to you when he speaks. “You should be, at least. You just won the world championship.”

“I’ll go in and celebrate when you do.” You reply. “May I join you?”

At that Sakusa glances at you, hesitating before giving you a slight nod. If he’s curious as to why you sought permission he doesn’t ask. It felt weird to, but you didn’t want to invade the space of someone who no longer wants to compete with you. It was better to be safe than sorry.

“I’d rather not be around for the drunk fest that’s soon to follow these events.” Sakusa nods back towards the inside. “No more strict regimen, no more balanced meal plans - people lose their common sense.”

You consider what he said and nod in agreement. “That’s fair.”

“You should go back in,” Sakusa tells you again. His voice is quiet but measured. “This is a big deal, you just won your first gold medal in your debut season.”

You take in his words, trying to find the value you’ve been chasing for your entire life in them. You won the gold medal, you were a World Champion. You were one of the best figure skaters in the entire world. Your following was growing, people were clambering to talk to you, big companies looking at you with interest.

“I don’t know, it doesn’t really feel like a win to me.”

Sakusa looks down at you, eyebrows furrowed. “Is this you being a perfectionist and completely disregarding the hard work it took for you to get here?”

You shake your head. “No I’m very aware of what it took for us to win. I’m just…” You let the sentence trail off, unable to find the right words to explain that despite winning the championship you feel like you’ve lost everything important to you.

Either Sakusa understands what you were trying to say or he didn’t have anything important to add to it, and he turns back to face the cityscape.

Minutes pass and neither of you try to make any conversation. You know there is going to be a goodbye. You can feel it on the horizon, approaching quicker than you intended, quicker than you want. You don’t want to be the catalyst for the eventual end, and you take the time now to bask in his presence. You take every second to catalog the sense of calm and peace you only found with him, despite the tumultuous time it took to achieve it. Maybe that’s why it’s so important to you - this was a relationship that was hard, and it took a lot of patience and energy and growth that you didn’t expect. You’ve come out of this season a changed person, and a lot of it is thanks to the man standing next to you.

You can’t imagine that he’s going through the same thought process, you know you’re not important enough in the grand scheme of Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life. This year for him was a nasty blemish on an otherwise flawless career path.

“That was the best skate I have ever done in my entire life.”

You look at Kiyoomi, who is staring down at you. He’s gone without a mask tonight, and he is giving you a rare, tiny smiles. It’s tinged with pride and pain.

“I’ve never skated like that before, and it’s all thanks to you YN.” You feel your own eyebrows raise at his compliment. “I know it was the last time we ever skate together, in a competition at least, but I just needed you to know that you brought out the best in me. We won tonight not because of my skill or your skill alone. We won because you brought us together and made something of it.” His smile grows into something tender, just enough to make your heart squeeze uncomfortably.

“I couldn’t have done this with anyone else. You know I’ve tried. But with you, it worked. Not just worked, it flourished. We won a world title.” Kiyoomi laughs a little. “I promised I would get you one, but I didn’t do anything.”

You don’t speak yet, knowing that if you try and articulate your current thoughts all that will come out is a garbled mess of words mixed in with ugly sobbing. If this goodbye is going to go down like this you know you aren’t going to survive the actually goodbye. You will die right here on this balcony in Barcelona, obliterated by the gentle praise from one of the most incredible, and reserved, people you know.

A memory comes to you. It’s from early in the season, where a very different Kiyoomi is glaring at you on the ice. You can’t remember what was said or done, but you remember the cold contempt behind his eyes, and the snarl that was hidden under his mask. Maybe this was when he dropped you on the ice, or maybe this was after he tore apart your training and practice. It doesn’t matter, because you won’t forget the pure hatred Sakusa held for you then, and how small it had made you feel.

And now, you’re facing Kiyoomi, an accomplished athlete, multi-world champion, and arguably the best male figure skater in the world, as he tells you that you were the one who brought you both here. It’s a stark difference to the man you knew before that you can’t help but tear up.

You feel Sakusa take your hand in his, feel the smooth skin that you’ve felt many times before in your routines. “I don’t know what I could do to ever repay you for changing my life for the better.”

His last sentence is nearly whispered, as if he’s contemplating with himself. Maybe thinking on what he could do to make it up to you. Your brain supplies one idea, but it contradicts the entire situation unfurling right in front of your eyes.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask in a whisper. “Why are you telling me this?”

You see Kiyoomi’s eyebrows furrow together slightly. “I’m thanking you, YN. I’m telling you how I feel.”

You shake your head. “No, it doesn’t make sense. Why are you saying all of this to me and still choosing to leave me?”

It’s the other side of the coin, no? The much-sharper end of the sword. Kiyoomi praises you and dotes on you, before excusing himself from your life forever. Does he realize what he’s doing? Does he understand the amount of pain he’s inflicting upon you? Has he any idea how much this will destroy you?

Recognition crosses his face and he sighs. “I’m sorry, I’m not trying to make this harder for you. For us.”

“I just don’t understand,” you argue. You’re fighting to keep your voice steady. “What did I do wrong?”

“Nothing.” Kiyoomi replies immediately. “You did absolutely nothing wrong.”

He grabs your other hand, holding onto you desperately and staring into your eyes. “I want to keep skating with you, truly I do. But I don’t think that’s a good idea.

“I did some digging, and I found the emails.” He tells you. “I found all of the emails that I was part of, even my ‘replies.’” He stops again, staring at you imploringly. “YN, I never wrote those. I know you may not believe me but I swear I did not.”

“I believe you,” you say.

He nods, and sighs heavily. “But it doesn’t matter. I found the emails, and I went to my coach looking for more answers. She told me everything - how the JSF put our pairing together as a means to punish you. I earned favor with them, but they were looking to ‘put you in your place.’” Kiyoomi scowls and shakes his head. “Those were the exact words my coach used, and she wondered why I seemed so upset about this.”

“Oh.” You don’t know how to handle this Kiyoomi, one who’s vehemence is, for once, not directed at you, but in defense of you. It’s more than his minor irritants towards life’s inconveniences. More confusing emotions swell within you, but seeing how little people have cared about your feelings as of late, a part of you can’t deny how nice it is to have someone getting upset for you.

“I spent the flight here thinking about my actions, and how blind I’ve been to everything happening around me. I thought about what you said, and what Oikawa told you - I even went searching through old articles and stories when Oikawa retired from the sport. I can’t believe how obvious the slander was. And how stupid we all were for just going along with what they were telling us.” Kiyoomi sighs hard and shakes his head. “I’ve been so negligent, and I’ve become part of the problem.”

“I don’t think that’s true.” You reply. You tighten your grip, trying to reassure him. “You weren’t actively trying to push me down, or whatever. You didn’t even know.”

“That’s the point, YN.” The faintest amount of frustration seeps through his voice as Kiyoomi shakes his head angrily. “I’ve been so focused on my career, and my skating, not caring whether or not my peers are even able to compete with me. It’s not about wanting a fair fight, it’s about ensuring that everyone has a fair shot at skating how they want. How can I be proud to skate under the Japanese flag when our country holds biases against my skaters, and my partner, for no other reason than their desire for control?”

Kiyoomi is getting heated now, his breath coming out harsher as he quietly rants at you. You bring your other hand up to his arm and rub up and down in a soothing manner, hoping to bring some semblance of calm to him. In all fairness, you want to rant along with him and bash the JSF, but seeing him get so upset unsettles you.

“I hope you’re not trying to blame yourself for this,” you say lightly.

“No, I know that.” Kiyoomi brings his intense gaze back to you. “And I’m not trying to bring the focus back to me, or minimize the damage that’s been done to you. It’s uncomfortable realizing this, and I spent a lot of this competition trying to decide what I should do.

“I know I hold some weight with the JSF, and I know I am a prominent figure in the skating world. I have an incredible amount of privilege - I was ignorant of it because I was jaded by how the press had treated me in the past. A treatment that is slim compared to what you, and Oikawa, and god who knows how many other skaters have experienced. But that’s no excuse for not using my platform to help bring change or awareness - remaining silent is just as detrimental as actively pushing people down.”

He sighs, and this one is different from before. It’s heavy with bitterness. “This season you’ve shown the world how amazing you are. You have more than proved your worth as a professional figure skater. But despite that, you’re still seen as my partner. Not YN, the best female figure skater, but YN, Sakusa Kiyoomi’s partner. And after what my coach told me, I don’t think the JSF is giving you more room to grow.”

Your heart skips in your chest. “Wait, what did she say? What is the JSF planning?”

Kiyoomi pauses before answering, shifting uncomfortably. “Well, before we told them that we were splitting, they wanted to push that I was the one who got you back on track and helped you realize your potential.”

Something similar to the fury you felt when Oikawa gave you the emails thrums through your veins, but it’s muted. Part of you is confused that you’re not as fired up as before, and you’re not trying to think of an action plan to get back at the JSF.

But honestly, you’re tired. And not just from competing on the world’s stage only hours ago, and traveling around the globe for competitions. No, this is a weariness that comes from carrying this invisible target on your back. It comes from being played around like a pawn. It’s the desolation that comes from realizing that you have no choice in how you wish to skate and represent yourself, and how you feel about that is disregarded.

Kiyoomi speaks up. “I tried. I tried to think of any scenario that meant we could keep skating together. But I can’t.” He looks at you, and you see the same pain reflected in his dark eyes. “If we continue together, you’ll never be able to skate how you want to skate.”

It’s that sentence that finally makes the tears fall from your eyes, and you let your head bow forward as you succumb to the sorrow you feel.

Two arms wrap around you, and you’re gently pulled into Kiyoomi’s embrace. And doesn’t that make you sob harder, knowing that this could be the last time you’ll be comforted by him like this.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs. He sounds just as upset as you feel.

“I thought you hated me,” you babble, speaking through your tears.

“I thought you didn’t want to skate with me, I thought I was -“

“No.” He says firmly. “No YN, it’s the opposite. I only want to be with you.”

A hand comes up to card through your hair, and you close your eyes and allow yourself to enjoy the comfort. Even though it comes at a cost.

“You’re not going to get rid of me that easily,” Kiyoomi tells you. “I guarantee I will still beat you on morning jogs.”

You laugh wetly, knowing that you could run circles around him. But more tears fall down your face. Despite Kiyoomi’s attempts to soothe the hurt, you still can’t help but mourn the loss of a future of skating with Sakusa Kiyoomi. A future of being with Sakusa Kiyoomi.

You feel lips press against your temple, and arms tighten around you before Kiyoomi releases you. You lift your gaze and find him looking down at you with a sad smile.

“I have to go. My flight leaves in a few hours.” You nod, ignoring the desperation trying to claw its way out of your heart and latch onto Kiyoomi. “Okay, safe travels.”

He nods at you. A hand comes up to caress your cheek, and before you know it he bends down to press a gentle kiss to your lips

“Goodbye YN.”

He walks away, leaving you alone on the balcony. You watch him leave, knowing that a piece of your heart leaves with him.

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AN: 😔 And just like that, they’re done….or are they? 😶 I hope everyone had a great weekend, be sure to drink plenty of water!! 💙

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