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sutaro-min · 8 months

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[10:15 pm]

game over. game over. game over.

Matsukawa Issei stares, dead eyed, at the screen in front of him as a deep and guttural wave of despair sinks into his gut.

"idiot!" issei winces and pulls his headphones slightly away from his head as makki's voice blares out at full volume. "we could have won that round if you just listened to me!"

issei leans back and crosses his arms over his face. "that loss was all you man. I was the one actually being good at the game."

"no way you're delusional like that..." Issei stretches with a yawn, tuning out makki's usual post-game rant, when a pair of arms slide over his shoulders and gently wraps around his neck. he looks up to meet your eyes that peek out from behind his obnoxiously pink gaming chair.

"hey," you say and lean forward to rest your chin on his shoulder. "lost the game?"

"yeeaah, but maybe if I get a kiss I'll win the next round?" smirking, issei reaches up to draw his fingers through your hair. he settles his hand down on the back of your neck, and you roll your eyes as he gently pulls you closer to him. your lips are mere centimeters apart, and a gleeful issei closes his eyes to get his well deserved incentive.

"issei, is that a girl?!!?"

issei jerks his hand in surprise and accidentally knocks your heads together. "ow." you mutter. your hand goes up to feel the now tender red spot growing in the center of your forehead. in a huff you untangle issei's hand from your hair before moving toward his bed where all your study books have been strewn about.

an indignant issei, also rubbing his head, pulls his headphones back on.

"yes, makki, that was a girl." he rolls his eyes.

"no way. Matsukawa Issei actually has a REAL girl in his room?" Makki laughs. "the boys are gonna go crazy."

issei rolles his eyes. again.

"so who is it?" issei could just imagine makki leaning forward in his chair, eagerly waiting for the chance to embarrass issei in their "seijoh boys" group chat. issei refuses give makki that satisfaction.

he grins. "your sister."

makki goes dead silent.

"hello? you there makki?"

through his headphones, issei hears makki breathing in and letting a steady breath out. "yeah right issei. be serious--who is it?"

"mm, i'm pretty serious about this." issei glances over toward where you are by his bed, putting your textbooks back into your backpack. he furrows his brows and frowns when you stand up to swing your backpack over your shoulder.

"just because you go to the same university as my baby sister does NOT give you the authority to be making jokes like this--"

"hold on man, I gotta deafen for a sec."

"wait what? come on, just give me some serious answe--."

issei clicks the deafen button on his chatting client, effectively shutting up his best friend, and swivels his chair around to fully face you.

"what did makki say?" you ask. issei stands up and walks toward you.

"he didn't believe me when I told him his sister was here." he shrugs.

you hit him gently on his shoulder. "don't tease my brother like that. he was always more weakhearted between the two of us."

Issei spreads his hands out in front of him. "hey, I was only telling him the truth." you shake your head, laughing.

issei tilts his head to one side, then pulls you into his chest. "you leaving?"

you sigh and push your face closer into his shirt. "yeah I should head out before it gets even later. I have an early class tomorrow so..."

issei sighs, resting his chin on your head, when he suddenly pushes back and looks down at you--mischief twinkling in his eyes. He quickly slides his hands into yours, and pulls you back toward his desk. Issei sits down in his chair and nestles your legs in-between his own. due his sheer abundance of height, even sitting the two of you are still almost eye level. "how about this:"

you raise a brow.

"if I win this next game," he continues, "we have a sleepover."

you let out a full laugh this time. "oh man, you are funny huh?"

"hey," issei wines "I'm serious!"

you smile, and your eyes catch on a stray hair that rests against issei's forehead. you reach to brush it back, but issei grabs your hand before you can and intertwines his fingers with yours. "hm? whaddya say?"

you look at him. his eyes give the barest hints of "puppy dog" while still maintaining that cool "I don't care what you decide" smirk. but what melts your reserve is the slight tinge of pink that not-so-subtly creeps up his ears.

"fine," you give an exaggerated sigh, "i'll stay, but only if you win the next round."

issei grins and swivels around toward his setup. He un-deafens in the chatting client and pulls his headphones on again. "hey man you there? I'm back."

"Finally! where have you been?" makki exclaims in neglect. "I've been waiting for the past, like, 15 minutes now."

"sorry man, had to talk to my girl for a sec." issei quickly clicks around the screen to get his character ready, "down for one more round?"

"you know I am, but hold up for sec because 'your girl'?? c'mon man don't bs and just tell me who you have over. i am your best friend you can trust me!”

issei wordlessly turns his mic up to you in response, his eyes never leaving his screen. you lean forward closer to the mic. "issei wasn't lying," you say.

makki falls silent again.

"ready to start the game?" issei's mouse hovers over the Start Game button.

"_____???? WHAT. ARE. YOU. DOING?" Makki shouts. "I'M BOOKING A TICKET TO TOKYO RIGHT NOW AND YOU BETTER BE--"

"okaay, starting!" issei gleams as he once again effectively shuts up his best friend, or (also more accurately) shuts up your brother, and clicks Start Game.

[ an: oop that was longer than i thought it would be so i did not read this through again. just brain rot]

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syuga-s · 1 month

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the art of seduction... and hair pulling

w.c. I genuinely don't know around 2.6k (???)

pairing. Oikawa x female!reader, implied Makki x reader & Iwaizumi x reader i'm sorry

genre. crack, suggestive

a/n. haikyuu girl what are you doing here!!! I got carried away. A lot. I was planning on doing a blurb, a short imagine for fuck's sake, BUT HERE WE ARE. be wary of guy friends who will tug on your hair with no warning, they're out there ☝️ curse words here and there 👍

Friends since high school, you and your close-knit group, the infamous Seijoh Four and your best friend Momo. It was just supposed to be a night out with your friends. Those four plus you and Momo. A casual night out. You had gone to one of your fave spots in town, an outdoor brewery, one of the few calm places where there was a table big enough for all of you.

Oikawa was deep into a conversation with Makki and Mattsun while you were talking with Iwaizumi beside you and Momo in front of you. Each group in their own topic. Tonight you were in the middle of Oikawa and Iwaizumi, while the other side sat with Mattsun, Makki and Momo in that order.

Momo leaned in conspiratorially, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "So, have you heard about Iwa's last ex?" she begins, her voice dropping to a hushed whisper.

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, clearly not thrilled about the direction the conversation is taking. "Oh, not this again," he mutters.

As Momo's words hang in the air, you can't help but lean in, curiosity piqued. "spill it," you urge, a playful smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

Iwaizumi lets out a resigned sigh, knowing there's no escaping the impending gossip. "Fine, but keep it down," he says, glancing around to make sure no one nearby can overhear. "What about her?"

"Oh, I've got to hear this," you declare, unable to contain your excitement.

Iwaizumi lets out a long-suffering sigh, shooting Momo a playful glare. "You know what, I thought we agreed to leave my dating disasters in the past," he grumbles with amusement in his eyes.

Momo waves off his protests with a dismissive flick of her hand. "Oh, come on, Iwa-chan, it's all in good fun," she insists, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

In the same table you could also hear,

"I'm telling you, guys, it's all in the wrist action," Oikawa insists, his voice laced with a hint of smugness.

Makki chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. "And here I thought you were just born with that perfect hair-pulling technique," he teases, earning a playful shove from Matsukawa.

Oikawa and your other two friends were talking about the proper way to pull someone's hair while you're at it, Oikawa was pretty sure, if not a 100% sure, he had the supreme technique, the mother of all of them.

"Alright, so picture this," Oikawa begins, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he leans in closer to Makki and Mattsun. "You're with a girl, right? And you want to add a little extra... to the moment."

Makki nods eagerly, a grin spreading across his face. "I'm listening," he says, leaning in closer to catch every word.

Oikawa flashes them a confident smirk before continuing. "So, you start by gently running your fingers through her hair," he explains, his voice taking on a theatrical flair. "And then, just when she least expects it, you give a little tug."

Matsukawa raises an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips. "And what's the secret to the perfect tug?" he asks, crossing his arms with an unamused tone.

Oikawa grins, clearly enjoying being the center of attention. "Ah, my dear friends, that is the million-dollar question," he replies, his voice dripping with faux wisdom. "You see, it's all about the timing and the angle. Too hard, and you risk pulling her hair out. Too soft, and it's just not as satisfying."

Makki and Mattsun exchange amused glances, barely able to contain their laughter at Oikawa. "Write that down, write that down," Makki chuckled while hitting Mattsun’s arm.

Having you next to him was perfect for the coming demonstration.

Unbeknownst to you, Oikawa's claims of expertise would soon be put to the test. In a daring move, he seized the opportunity to demonstrate his supposedly flawless technique, entangling his fingers in your hair and giving it a sudden tug. The shock of the unexpected sensation rippled through you, and a soft whimper escaped your lips, instantly catching the attention of your friends.

The air crackled with silent acknowledgment, each member of the group acutely aware of what just happened.

The suddenness of the noise caught you off guard. After that sound came out of your mouth, your eyes flew open in shock. Shocked of having done that noise? While in front of all your friends? Did they hear? The truth was – they had. Of course they did. Only someone who wasn’t paying attention didn’t get to hear you. All of the people in this table got to hear you whimper with the little action your dear friend over here did.

A single thought echoed in your mind. Oikawa what the fuck?

You blinked a few times. As your eyes met with Momo's amused gaze, you saw she was having a hard time keeping her laughter to herself. Next, you turned to Iwaizumi, noting how he was clenching his jaw and the subtle movement of his Adam's apple as he avoided meeting your eyes. Now Makki. His hand was covering his mouth not actually in shock, but with both of his eyebrows raised, you could see a blend of amusement and disbelief, a mirror to your own expression, while Mattsun's swift return to his beer signaled his desire to move past the subject.

“See? I told you it works. I’ve perfected it over time.”

You jerked your head to the side, eyes wide as you tried to process the startling words of this fucker. A fucker who dared turn you on in front of all your friends.

Oikawa's audacious declaration jolted you into reality. His casual demeanor only fueled the disbelief and arousal swirling within you, leaving you speechless and utterly flustered.

“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,”

As you excused yourself to visit the bathroom, the scolding at the table started, with a newfound focus on nagging Oikawa for his move. Momo took the lead, her voice carrying a playful reminder as she wagged her hand at Oikawa. "Oikawa, you can't just go around pulling people's hair like that!" she chided, though a glint sparkled in her eyes, softening the scolding tone. Iwaizumi chimed in with a mock-serious expression, his deep voice laced with amusement. "Yeah, next time, at least buy her dinner first or something," he quipped, earning a round of laughter from the group.

Makki and Mattsun joined in the teasing, their playful banter serving to diffuse any tension. "Come on, Oikawa, we all know you think you’re smooth and all that, but that was a bit much," Makki teased, his grin infectious as he hit Oikawa's shoulder. Mattsun, ever the voice of reason, poked some fun too. "You're lucky she didn't slap you," he joked, raising his glass in a mock-toast to their friend's boldness.

Oikawa’s gaze lingered on the spot where you had disappeared to the bathroom. An impish grin tugged at the corners of his lips. He pushed himself away from the table, something naughty about his aura.

‘I’ll be right back,’ he announced casually, his voice barely above a whisper but loud enough for his friends to hear. Without waiting for a response, he sauntered away from the table, his steps purposeful as he made his way to find you.

Makki and Mattsun exchanged a knowing look, their grins widening as they watched their friend’s calculated move.

“Do we all know where he’s off to?” Makki mused, his voice low enough to make the remaining ones at the table hear him.

Mattsun chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink before offering his own theory. “Probably to continue his little game with y/n,” he replied, a hint of amusement coloring his tone. “That man doesn’t know when to quit.”

Their conversation was punctuated by Momo’s playful jab, her eyes alight with mischief. “I think Oikawa enjoys stirring up things with her just for the thrill of it,” she quipped.

Iwaizumi couldn't help commenting “Honestly, I think y/n knows exactly what she’s doing too,” he remarked. “She’s always had Shittykawa wrapped around her finger,”

"Wouldn’t surprise me if she gets him about to bust one before we even leave this place,”

"Yeah I remember that time y/n whispered something in my ear that had me blushing for hours. She fucking knows how play with you" Makki smirked.

Mattsun chuckles, shaking his head in amusement. “I guess we've been spared from y/n’s mischief so far,”

“Right, Iwa? Momo?”

Iwaizumi’s lips quirk into a knowing smirk, his gaze flickering briefly to Momo before returning to Mattsun. “Oh, yeah that's right” he replied cryptically. Plainly brushing him off.

Back in the bathroom you couldn't suppress the laughter bubbling up within you at the absurdity of the situation. Despite of having felt embarrassed for a couple of minutes. That actually turned you on. Of course, Oikawa and you have flirted a few times before. It was in both of your natures but tonight it opened a door. You bit your lip as you fixed your hair in the mirror, a mischievous glint danced in your eyes, reflecting a latent desire stirring.

Just as you left the bathroom, to your surprise, there stood Oikawa, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His presence caught you off guard, yet you couldn't deny the rush of anticipation that surged through you at the sight of him. "Well, well, well, look who it is," he teased, his voice laced with amusement as he leaned against a door frame, his gaze locking with yours.

As Oikawa began to close the distance between you, his presence seemed to fill the entire room, enveloping you in a heady mix of excitement. You couldn't help but feel small in comparison to his commanding presence, his height and confidence casted a spell over you. Your eyes traced the lines of his figure, taking in every detail, from the confident tilt of his head to the way his shirt clung to his muscular frame.

The air between you thickened and got hotter. Feeling small under his imposing presence, you let your eyes roam over his figure, taking in the way he filled the space around you.

Now it was your turn to toy with him. In a moment of daring impulse, fueled by the charged atmosphere between you, you decide to trace the contours of his torso, your fingertips trembling with anticipation as they hovered over his defined muscles.

As your hand traced him, lingering over the defined curve of his pec, you felt a surge of boldness wash over you. With each deliberate touch, you reveled in the sensation of his warmth beneath your fingertips, relishing the way he responded to your teasing caress.

Oikawa was battling within himself, torn between the desire to reciprocate and the temptation to let you take the lead. He longed to tangle his fingers in your hair once again, or to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his touch. Yet, a voice of restraint urged him to hold back, to savor the moment and revel in your boldness. Wrestling with his impulses, he decided to wait, allowing you to dictate the pace for now, but eagerly anticipating the moment when he could fully engage in this game between you two.

Your eyes, locked in a magnetic gaze with his own, refused to waver, captivated by the depth and intensity of his caramel-colored irises. It was as if they held a secret language, speaking volumes without uttering a single word.

You could feel the heat radiating between you, a palpable energy that pulsed in the air around you. You edged closer to him, close enough to have him smell the intoxicating scent of your freshly shampooed hair mingled with your perfume, the very same perfume he found utterly irresistible and loved since years ago. It was a scent that consistently drew him to your side, the very reason he always sought out the seat next to you in any setting.

Your lips got dangerously close to his own, and he could swear that the same soft whimper you let out a few minutes ago was going to escape his mouth.

With a teasing smile, you leaned back slightly, the warmth of your breath grazing his lips tantalizingly. "See? I have my own tricks too," you whispered, your voice a playful melody that danced in his ears.

As your lips parted from his, a surge of anticipation rippled through him, leaving him longing to clash his lips against yours. But before he could act, your mouth moved to his ear, your words sending a shiver down his spine. "I had to even the score, don’t you think?" you murmured, the gentle tease laced with a hint of filthiness.

As you both return to the table, you notice a fresh round of beers waiting for you, courtesy of your friends.

Their eyes flicker between you and Oikawa, a knowing grin spreading across their faces as they take in his subtle change in expression.

Momo raises an eyebrow playfully. "Looks like someone's got a lot on their mind," she teases, her voice laced with amusement. Iwaizumi offers a knowing smirk, his gaze lingering on Oikawa for a moment before he takes a sip of his drink. "What's got you all worked up, Oikawa?" he asks, his tone light but not passing on the opportunity to embarrass him a bit.

Makki and Mattsun, sharing a silent chuckle as they await Oikawa's response.

Oikawa chuckles nervously, trying to maintain his composure as he feels the weight of everyone’s gaze on him. “Oh, you know, just contemplating the mysteries of the universe,” he quips.

“Bullshit my guy,” you finally said. Pride written all over your face.

Makki's mischievous grin widens as he leans in, unable to resist adding fuel to the fire. "Don’t tell me you’re actually blushing bro," his tone light-hearted but teasing. Oikawa's cheeks flush even more at the remark, and he shoots Makki a mock glare.

Matsukawa chimes in with a smirk, "I thought you were the 'Grand King' Oikawa. Can't handle a little friendly ribbing?"

Between his nerves and his brain recovering from what you did to him, what Oikawa actually heard was, “Can't handle a little friendly rubbing?" And Oikawa's eyes widened slightly, a subtle shift in his demeanor as he realizes the implications of Matsukawa's words.

Oikawa’s voice raised an octave in panic, “WHAT DID YOU SEE?”

Iwaizumi’s smirk widened as he saw his friend's reaction, "Relax, Oikawa," he replies. "We didn't see anything, but your reaction says it all.”

Makki, always the one to jump in with his comments, couldn't resist adding his two cents. "y/n, honey, remind me to never play with your hair," a playful wink sent to you.

bonus. because i'm in love with iwa-chan and i couldn't help imagine this part even though it doesn't fit the story anymore

As the night went on, Iwaizumi found himself gravitating towards you more often than usual, his protective instincts kicking in. Whether it was subtly adjusting his position to make you more comfortable, offering you his jacket when the evening air turned colder, or simply engaging you in conversation with a gentle smile, his actions speak volumes about his care and concern for you. You can't help but feel a warmth spreading in your chest each time he looks out for you. Iwaizumi ended up leaning over and pulled you into a sideways hug, his arm draped casually around your shoulders. With a warm smile, he squeezes you gently, his voice soft as he says, “You feeling okay?” Not sure if he meant something regarding your alcohol intake or something about what happened tonight. Regardless, feeling the comforting weight of his arm around you, you lean into his embrace, grateful for having him in your life, like this.

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sixosix · 2 years

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Hii❤️❤️ if you’re taking requests, may I ask for a drabble (angst ofc) where the rest of seijoh 4 convince yn to break up with iwa bc his ex who they think is his soulmate is back in town? They look like they can be mean 🥹🥹

( ! ) angst w iwa :(, hurt/comfort, fluff w the three <3

( & ) also idk if u meant ‘mean’ by iwa’s ex or the boys so i did neither bc i didnt want to write yanderes 💀

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐑𝐔

his finger slips under your chin, raising it enough for you to instinctively meet his eyes. “hey,” he murmurs.

“not now, t’ru,” you sniffle, tipping your chin away from his grasp. you probably look ugly right now, nose stuffy and eyes aching, but tooru doesn’t even question it.

“i know,” he sighs, “sorry. i heard what happened.”

ah, so that explains everything.

usually, tooru isn’t ever this gentle. he dives in face-first and doesn’t look twice. he breaks, but he mends himself back together again stronger than before—you wish you could be like him right now.

“you’re okay,” he coos into your ear. “you’re good. it’s not your fault. i’m sorry it had to happen this way.” he keeps going—too soft for even you to understand sometimes.

you chuckle, a wet and pitiful sound. “isn’t—isn’t haji— iwaizumi your best friend?”

tooru, observant as ever, lifts a brow at your switch of name. “between you and him, who do you think would need someone the most? i may be loyal, but i’m not an ignorant asshole, y/n-chan~!” he sings, smiling.

“screw them,” tooru exclaims, resting his forehead against yours, “you have me from now on, alright?”

you wonder if he means it in more ways than one.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐈

at the sound of footsteps, you scramble to grab your belongings and wipe away the tears on your stricken face.

but issei is faster. he catches your wrist and peers down at you with his usual face—save for the curious glint that sparks in his eye.

“we were only joking around when we said they were like soulmates,” issei states rather bluntly, faltering only slightly when your lip wavers at his admission.

“it still,” you sniffle, “still hurts. seeing them like that. thought i was— thought i was good enough.”

“you are,” issei says, and his earnestness almost catches you off guard. “iwaizumi’s ex is… a lot, you know. nothing like you.”

“is that a good thing when i got broken up with?” you laugh bitterly, warmth seeping from where he’s still holding you.

“if you think they’re meant to be, then wouldn’t you also be meant to be with the right guy this time?” issei quirks an eyebrow, a little playful. it’s always a glimpse of something when it comes to him.

“so you’re saying i should just—”

“let him go, y/n.”

for a guy that holds an expression as expressive as a blank paper, his presence is rather comforting right now.

“i’m glad you’re here, issei,” you mumble, and he pats your head. usually, you’d swat his hand away and stick your tongue out, but you can’t help but close your eyes and smile at the touch.

“anything for you,” issei whispers, and it turns into him running his fingers through your hair.

𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎

“break up with him.”

you scrunch your nose, “takahiro—”

“i’m gonna be honest, y/n, i really don’t give a fuck about what excuse you’ll have for them,” he says, and though his face is carefully drawn away from any telling emotion, his words are like acid to the ears.

“i still… love hajime, i can’t just ignore that,” you tell him, frowning in confusion at the hostility so rare in takahiro’s voice boiling over.

“if you’d want to put up with someone’s ex who said that ‘you can’t compare’ just to be with him, that’s not love,” takahiro says, gently knocking his knuckles on your arm. “at least, not from iwaizumi, who didn’t do anything.”

you can’t help but grimace, nearly falling over from exhaustion. but takahiro catches you and lets you rest your head on his shoulder.

“it’s hard.”

takahiro sighs, “if you don’t break up with him, i will.”

you snort, a sound that surprises the both of you, “t-that’s not how it works, makki.”

you never called him that before, usually reserved for oikawa. but you must be a little too out of it to catch your slip.

“is this you trying to say ‘i’ll be here to help you’ in makki language?” you ask. it’s supposed to be a joke to make him laugh, too, but you’re too drained to let it hit.

his warmth is a blessing in the chilling air that’s been hanging heavy since you and iwaizumi fought. you lean closer and he lets you.

you two sit there, on the floor of the gymnasium, but neither of you pull away for even a second of hesitation.

his eyes soften impossibly. “looks like you already know the answer.”

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐄

“do you believe in soulmates?”

hajime’s face sours—whether it’s from guilt or contemplation, you wouldn’t know. he seemed like a completely person yesterday when they walked in the room and demanded his attention without a word.

but it’s not his fault. fate does not lie. red threads do not deceive the truth—just like you and iwa.

“i do,” he says, slowly, “but they’re not always right—”

“i don’t,” you say, eyes hazy and faraway, as if you can’t even hear him right now. “because i thought it was us.”

hajime’s fists tremble, the only betrayal to his strangely still composure. “it doesn’t mean anything,” he grits through a pinched expression as if he’s hurting himself as he says it.

“you may be breaking my heart right now, but that doesn’t mean you should also do it to them, iwaizumi,” you say, and he falters.

“i really did believe it, y/n,” iwaizumi says, but it’s hard to tell if it’s answer to your question or whatever was between the two of you.

but that doesn’t matter.

( & ) SORRY if this has mistakes i literally wrote this in one sitting. or well, lying. i’m still on my bed (^з^)-☆ reblogs and comments r soso helpful if u like these <3

#606:HQ #606:SJH #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #tooru oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #iwaizumi hajime x reader #hajime iwaizumi x reader #hanamaki takahiro x reader #takahiro hanamaki x reader #matsukawa issei x reader #issei matsukawa x reader #haikyuu angst

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roobgumball95 · 2 years

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seijoh 4 on a road trip:

oikawa: chronic snacker. eats all the snacks in the first three hours. is either awake and causing annoyance or completely racked out against the window. has to pee at the worst possible times. always wants to be on aux but nobody likes his music except him. sometimes takes pity on iwa and plays the alphabet game with him. tries to help iwa change a tire but has no DIY skills. he gets shotgun

iwaizumi: the constantly exhausted driver. hates every song that plays except “””the classics””” (zztop, ac/dc, etc.). loves playing “the alphabet game” but no one ever wants to play with him. can and will do the “dad hand” whenever someone has snacks in the back seat. complains about oikawa always being asleep but smiles over at him napping when he thinks no ones watching.

hanamaki: in charge of the aux and refuses to take requests from oikawa. absolutely will not play the alphabet game. would not help iwa change a tire. “are we there yet???”. was in charge of packing drinks, did not pack drinks. always wants to stop at every scenic outlook just to make fun of oikawa taking a billion pictures. is always either playing footsie with mattsun or putting his legs in mattsun’s lap. he gets backseat

matsukawa: wanted to be in charge of aux, instead iwaizumi made him in charge of directions. doesn’t know his rights and lefts so he just points as says “that way”. buys snacks every time they stop. refuses to play the alphabet game with iwa. would help iwa change a tire. only falls asleep on makki’s shoulder and nowhere else. brings cigarettes just to make iwa mad for smoking in the car. he gets backseat

#inspired by the roadtrip i’m currently on #seijoh 4 #seijoh #aoba johsai #haikyuu #hq #iwaizumi hajime #iwaoi #oikawa tooru #iwaoi hell #hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #matsuhana #can you imagine tho like everyone is asleep except iwaoi and there’s some music playing that iwa turned way down bc he doesn’t like it and #they meet eyes and iwa just smiles a little and flips his hand palm up on the center console and oikawa holds it w the biggest grin #<333333

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forusomimiya · 10 months

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this is for the pairing & prompt !!

maybe…

matsuhana/reader — 4, 24

or if you don’t do poly:

kenma/reader 2, 9

I finally chose to write the poly cause besides the fact that I like it better (don't look at me like that 🙄), I couldn't think of anything with kenma 😭 ANYGAYS, I HOPE U ENJOY IT ༘⋆🌷🫧💭₊˚ෆ

Goosebumps on your skin as you paid attention to what was happening. The two men would have fucked you for hours, and you would not regret the unexpected encounter at the bar down the street. A long-distance friendship is what makes a meeting more emotional than usual when you hadn't seen each other for months. They were both on holidays, and although they led you to believe that they came here to get away from the stress of their respective jobs, they both actually decided to choose the city as a tourist destination to have a meeting with you.

And yes they had, what a night they had.

The night was divided into a joint dinner while you talked about your respective lives, and the other half was taken up with drinking, dancing and a drag you to their hotel.

"Open your mouth for me" you obeyed impatiently. Hanamaki pumped his cock three times before resting the tip on your lower lip and cumming inside. The warm thicket ran as soon as you swallowed it down your throat, leaving a trace of the bitter taste in its wake.

"Look how messy you are… want more?" your choked moan acted in response and initiated Mattsun's steps to the edge of the bed, where you were on your knees, utterly exhausted, your skin make-up with bites or finger marks on your ass from their hard spankings. You were breathing wide and hard with desire, and your chest was rising faster and faster, longing for Mattsun to take care of you now. Your mouth was still open after shallowing it all.

"Well... it's not your mouth I want right now, sweetie" you could smell his perfume as his hand stroked your chin.

You watched Hanamaki sideways pumping his cock again to get another erection, which he soon got. A cocky grin stretched across his face as he watched Mattsun stroke your arm, slowly descending to your wrist, where he took your hand and kissed it before stroking your thigh again now, up and down, and finally moving into the hollow where your pussy was hidden, swollen, wet and pressed into the mattress in search of constant friction. His gaze turned dark as he let you know what he wanted to take right now.

God, you had missed them so much.

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Their Child Says And/Or Does Something Mean

Tooru Oikawa X Fem!Reader, Issei Matsukawa X Fem!Reader, Hajime Iwaizumi X Fem!Reader, Takahiro Hanamaki X Fem!Reader, Kentaro Kyotani X Fem!Reader

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Bad parenting, ungrateful kids, injury, mentions of death

*Part 2* (Daichi Sawamura, Koshi Sugawara, Asahi Azumane, Kyoomi Sakusa)

*Part 3* (Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader)

*Part 4* (Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Kozume Kenma X Reader)

Tooru Oikawa

👑 His daughter was 3 years old when the woman came forward claiming that he was the father of her child. You hadn’t been together very long but you knew what he was like before he met you so you urged him to get a paternity test instead of ignoring it. 👑 Obviously he was the father, he had no idea what to do with a kid and for a while toyed with the idea of just sending money to the woman, so he would never have to figure it out. You weren’t having it. 👑 After setting up a meeting with the two it was easy to see that the two were related and from there on shared custody was agreed on. 👑 You had been helping look after the little girl for 13 years and she did consider you as much her mum as her actual mother, however your relationship came with a very easy way to hurt you and just like her father she was smart enough to use it when she was angry.

Tamiko Oikawa was very much like her father when he was in school, she was popular and followed around by those vying for her attention but unfortunately there was something that she took to that her father was never really fond of and that was parties. Every time there was one she tried to sneak out to join it.

Tonight was no different however tonight Tooru wasn’t actually home, he’d gone out to meet up with some of his teammates leaving you at home with his daughter, you were sitting in the living room when she jogged down the stairs “where are you going?” You asked. “Meeting with some friends.” She answered as she walked towards the door. “Not at 10pm you're not.” You said as you looked over the back of the sofa to lock eyes with her. “I’ll be back before Dad even gets home, I promise.” She pleaded. “Nope.” You answered with a smile as you walked over to the door, she tried to get there before you but she just wasn’t fast enough with the heels that she had decided to put on. “Get out of the way.” She ordered. “Not when you're talking to me like that, you're going to need to go upstairs, get changed and hide that outfit from your father if you actually want to keep it.” You warned her. “What do you care, you're not even my real mum, get out of the way!” She ordered knocking you out of the way and opening the door where Tooru was standing about to open it. “Where are you going?” Tooru asked, knowing that she had been caught she just whined (which reminded you of her father) as she turned and walked away from you both. “Are you okay?” “I’m fine.” You answered as you walked into the kitchen, Tooru followed after you. “I’ll be back in a second, I’m going to go and talk to her.” He said softly as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head.

Tooru knocked on the door opening it, his face was hard and unreadable “What?” Tamiko asked. “You need to apologize.” He said. “For what? Telling the truth, she’s not my mum.” She retorted. “I’m going to pretend that you didn’t say that because that woman downstairs is the only reason that you have a life like you do.” He answered. “Yeah sure.” Tamiko rolled her eyes as she looked away from him. “She was the one that told me that I should get the paternity test and then when we found out that you were my child she told me that she’d leave me if I abandoned you.” Tooru said “I’m going to go back downstairs and make sure that she’s okay and you should think about how you're going to apologize.” “What if she doesn’t forgive me?” She asked as Tooru reached the door and he looked back at her. “She’s more forgiving than you give her credit for.” Tooru answered before walking out and closing the door.

When he got back downstairs you were laying on the sofa with a bag of frozen peas on your hip and your arm over your eyes. He frowned as he walked over lacing his fingers with yours he moved your arm from your eyes and could see that you had been crying, his eyes then moved to your hip gently removing the bag and lifting your shirt to see the bruise forming there. He leaned down wrapping his arm around your waist lifting you so that you were sitting in his lap “I’m sorry I wasn’t here.” He said softly. “Don’t worry you can’t be here all the time, she’ll get over it, she’s just going through a phase, she’s 16.” You mumbled relaxing into him. “You're still defending her, even after you were hurt.” He sighed. “She didn’t hurt me, I just hit my hip when she shoved me, that's all.” You explained. “Come on, let’s get you upstairs, it’s time for you to get some rest my love.” He said softly as he easily lifted you and carried you up to bed completely forgetting about the peas.

The next morning you woke up before Tooru, you headed downstairs, your hip still hurting a little as you walked into the kitchen, shocked to see Tamiko cooking in the kitchen “what you doing up so early?” You asked. “I wanted to apologize for everything that happened yesterday.” She answered as she turned to you “I didn’t mean what I said, I’m sorry.” “It’s okay,” You dismissed her and she turned and shook her head. “Dad told me everything that you did when you both found out about me and I shouldn’t have said or done anything that I did yesterday, so sit down and let me make you breakfast please.” She pleaded. “You better do it quickly otherwise your Dad is going to come down those stairs whining about how you don’t ever make him breakfast.” You teased and she glanced at the stairs. “Right.” She nodded before turning back to the stove to get to work.

Issei Matsukawa

😪 Issei had Ichiro before you started dating him, he told you that he had a son and you were obviously okay with it, he was 10 when Issei introduced you and you seemed to get on well with you. 😪 Ichiro was just like his Dad, lazy and forgetful, you were often picking up after both of them on a daily basis. 😪 For a little while there was some trouble with his biological mum who didn’t want you anywhere near her child for some reason but after Ichiro chose to have you in his life that was the end of it. 😪 You were always there when he needed you and you made sure that he had everything that he needed but there were still times when you clashed and today was one of those days.

You had just finished cleaning the house when Ichiro came home, he flung his bag and jacket on the chair next to him before turning on the game console in the living room “Ichiro how was your day?” You asked, he smiled as he looked over at you and smiled. “It was good, I signed up for the volleyball club at school.” He answered and you smiled leaning against the door frame. “When does practice start?” You asked. “Probably next week, as long as I get on the team.” He shrugged. “Your Dad was on the team, you’ll definitely be able to get on it.” You assured him “make sure you hang up your coat and bag before dinner please.” “Yeah sure.” He answered as you walked back into the kitchen to finish the dinner.

“Ichiro!” You called when you finished cooking, there was no reply and you frowned, you walked into the living room and saw that he was still sitting on the sofa. “Ichiro…” Still no answer, you moved so that you were standing in front of the TV. “Hey move!” He said as he tried to lean around you. “I was talking to you.” You informed him. “And I was ignoring you.” He answered as he continued to play the game. “Any particular reason?” You asked. “Because I just want to finish this level.” He answered. “That doesn’t explain why you can’t answer me.” You said over the noise of his character dying. “You're annoying… God I hate you sometimes.” He mumbled as you stepped to the side, you knew that he didn’t mean it, he probably didn’t even realize what he said but you still left for the kitchen plating up food for the boys before going up to your bedroom deciding to give him some space.

30 minutes later Mattsun came in, he saw his son in the living room and assumed that he had missed dinner until he walked into the kitchen where the food was still on the table, he checked the temperature and noticed that it was getting cold “Ichi where’s (Y/N)?” He asked but when he received no answer he walked into the living room and unplugged the TV. “I’m talking to you.” “What?” He asked. “Where’s (Y/N)?” Mattsun asked. “I don’t know.” He answered with a shrug. “Last time I saw her she was calling me for dinner.” “Which you haven’t eaten.” He reminded him and he shrugged. “What’s going on?” “I… You have to promise not to be mad.” Ichiro finally started to look nervous . “What happened?” Mattsun asked. “I said something that I shouldn’t have and I need to apologize.” He answered. “Mmm.” He hummed “you do because we aren’t eating until

You heard a knock at the bedroom door and frowned “come in.” You called and were greeted with a very nervous looking Ichiro. You smiled at him “you enjoy dinner?” “What?” He asked. “Dinner, I left it in the kitchen.” You answered. “Oh I know, we haven’t eaten yet.” He said. “We? Your Dad’s home?” You asked. “Yeah.” He nodded. “Why aren’t you angry?” “Angry?” You asked. “About what I said.” He narrowed down the question and you looked at him and smiled. “Did you mean it?” You asked and he shook his head “what’d you come up here for?” “To apologize.” He answered. “Then what is there to be angry about, you said something you didn’t mean but you knew that it could have hurt my feelings so you apologized, nothing to be angry about.” You smiled as you opened your arms to him, he smiled walking over and hugging you. “Thanks mum.” He smiled and you squeezed him before turning him to the door. “Go wash up, I'll go and reheat everything so you can eat.” You informed him.

When you got into the kitchen you were greeted by the sight of your boyfriend reheating everything and setting an extra plate for you. “I assume he apologized.” He said and you looked at him and smiled. “Don’t be mad at him, teenagers say things that they don’t mean all the time, plus there’s some news he needs to tell you.” You said as you walked over and kissed his cheek before taking the plate from him and placing it on the table, he grabbed you around the waist when the plate was safely on the table and pulled you back to him pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “You're too good for us.” He mumbled. “I love you both and I don’t want anything else.” You said pressing a kiss to the underside of his jaw “come on it’s time to eat.”

Hajime Iwaizumi

💪 Hajime had been happy in a relationship before his daughter was born, unfortunately due to complications in childbirth, the mother of his child died and he was left to raise a child on his own. 💪 You were his best friend at the time, you helped him as best that you could, you knew a little bit more about raising a child, you helped him every step of the way, you were there when he needed you. 💪 Hajime noticed that he may like you more than he realized when people started mistaking you for Hikari’s mum. He struggled with the idea that he was betraying his now deceased girlfriend but ultimately you both started dating. 💪 By now you were married, it was time for prom and that meant that it was time to buy a dress, Hajime had given you his card because he couldn’t be there and told you both to have fun.

The shopping trip started well, you laughed and joked around, you closed your eyes as she picked what dresses she took into the changing room and the first few dresses were hard to pick between but then she came out in a dress you knew Haji would kill you for letting her purchase so you shook your head. “I can’t let you have that one, your Dad would kill me.” “We don’t have to tell him.” She smiled. “How do you plan on hiding that?” You asked “we’re buying the dress with his card.” “We just get two, maybe you could buy this one and we get another one of Dad’s cards.” She suggested and you looked at her. “I think you can guess what I’m going to say Hikari.” You informed her and she looked at you and rolled her eyes. “You're no fun, I wish that my real mum was here instead of you.” She glared at you and you cleared your throat looking at the attendant. “Can you keep the rest of the dresses in the changing room aside, she’ll be back tomorrow with her Dad to make the final choice.” You requested as she looked at you and for a second you could see that she wanted to ask you something but instead nodded.

Hikari went upstairs without saying anything and you collapsed onto the sofa, you were only there for a second before you made yourself busy with tidying and making food but by the time that you were finished, you couldn’t deny the fact that what she had said got to you, you walked back into the living room and laid on the sofa and you don’t even know when you started crying, you noticed your phone light up and saw that Hajime was on his way home and decided to take a shower and wash your face, you didn’t want him to be angry at Hikari if they were going to go shopping tomorrow. By the time he got home you were washing up used bowls (Hikari had come down for food while you were in the shower), he wrapped his arms around you resting his chin on your shoulder. “Did she choose a dress?” He asked. “Oh no, she couldn't choose one so I suggested you go back with her tomorrow and you can give her your opinion too.” You lied as you put the last down on the draining board, he kissed your shoulder and smiled. “I’m going to go and shower and then I’ll eat, is she upstairs?” He asked. “I hope so.” You forced a smile as he jogged up the stairs, you picked up his work bag and put all the clothes in the washing machine before going back to the living room where you almost ended up falling asleep, you heard shuffling behind you and glanced back to see Hikari standing by the door “what’s wrong?” “I shouldn’t have said what I said before.” She mumbled “you didn’t even tell him.” “Is that what you were worried about?” You asked. “I didn’t mean it.” She answered as she walked towards you sitting next to you. “You know it’s okay to feel that way though right?” You asked. “To miss your mum and want her to be here.” “That’s the thing, I’ve never felt that way because I’ve always had you.” She answered honestly and you smiled at her and leaned over pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “Well it doesn't matter how much you apologize to me, you're going shopping with your Dad tomorrow.” You smiled as you heard him jogging down the stairs. “What are you talking about?” He asked. “Your shopping trip tomorrow.” You answered as you moved to create some space for him after he got his food.

The following day you saw them both off and then went grocery shopping, cleaned the house and then cooked for them when they got home, you all ate food and Hikari showed you the dress that she got and requested that you help with her hair and make up because Hajime had shown her pictures from your prom. Hikari told you that she was going to bed. “The attendant said something to me while we were there today.” Hajime said softly as he gently run his hand up and down your arm. “What’s that?” You asked as you looked at him, your head rested on his chest. “She told me about what Hikari said.” He answered, lacing his fingers with yours. “Oh that.” You sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked. “I didn’t want you to be angry at her today, and then she apologized and we talked so I didn’t think it was worth anything.” You answered. “You’ll tell me next time, if something happens right?” He asked. “If I need you I’ll call you.” You promised. “You better.” He ordered pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your lips before he started looking for something to watch.

Takahiro Hanamaki

😁 Hanamaki made a mistake, one that resulted in the birth of his son Toshiro. He had been out with his friends one night when you were both on a break after a rather nasty fight and he was super drunk. 😁 He told you literally hours after when he showed up drunk and banging on the front door, he was panicking and don’t get me wrong you were angry but under the circumstances you weren’t actually dating. 😁 The next morning he made sure that you knew, he didn’t want anyone else, he was sure of it and he’d do anything to prove it to you. Based on how drunk he was when he knocked on your door, you were 99.9% sure that someone was going to be knocking on your door in 9 months. 😁 You were right, but when she saw that you were together, she decided that she didn’t want to be a mum and left the baby with you. When Hanamaki came home to find you with a baby in your arms he was confused but it was a welcome sight all the same.

In the years that followed you took to being a mum really well and he was left stunned at how well you coped considering he was constantly between jobs and you had a full time job before the baby came. You had found a way to make working from home a viable option and you raised Toshiro as best that you could.

Toshiro never asked about his biological but you never lied to him, you always said that you weren’t the one who brought him into this world and he never asked for more than that until he was 17 years old, you don’t know what made him ask but one day he came home, you were in the kitchen and Hanamaki was in the living room, he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table “What’s up kid?” You asked as you turned to him with a smile. “What happened with Dad and Mum?” He asked. “Your biological Mum?” You asked and he nodded. “What do you want to know?” “Well that happened when she left me here? Did she say anything?” He asked. “Well not really, she kind of just handed you to me and said that your Dad would have to look after him. Hiro wasn’t even here at the time.” You shrugged. “Do you think that I could meet her?” He asked. “I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” You said softly as you sat down at the table. “Why?” He asked. “Maybe you should ask your Dad-” “Why won’t you tell me anything? You want to keep it a secret don’t you?” He accused the ruckus that had caused Takahiro to come in from the living room. “Toshiro, do you want to know why she won’t say anything about what happened between me and your mother?” He asked. “Because-” “Because the reason that me and your mum were together was because I was drunk and angry.” He answered. “Then your mum came 9 months later and left you with us and instead of telling me to get rid of you or leaving me with my new son, she raised you as her own and I wouldn’t have asked for anyone else.” “Whatever.” He mumbled before getting up and leaving the kitchen. “Hey you okay?” Hanamaki approached you. “Go and talk to him, if he wants to try and contact her then you should let him.” You said softly as you stood up. “Yeah I’ll talk to him in a minute, come here.” He said softly, opening his arms for you.

Over the next couple of days it was shaky but Takahiro did give Toshi everything that he needed to find his mum if he wanted to. You were sitting in the living room one day with Toshi came home, he saw you on the sofa and walked straight over to you, the moment that your eyes met you opened your arms for him, he hugged you climbing onto the sofa with you but he was just as tall as his father and fitting onto the sofa was a challenge “what happened?” You asked. “She told me never to come back.” Toshi answered. “I’m sorry.” You said, gently running your hand up and down his back in comfort. “I shouldn’t have bothered.” He mumbled, tightening his grip on you “All I need is you and Dad and I almost messed everything up for someone who didn’t even want me.” “You didn’t mess anything up, I’m not angry at you for wanting to know who your real mum is, I just didn’t want you to get hurt but I promise to always be here no matter what to help you get back up everytime.” You promised. “Thanks but there’s one thing that you got wrong.” He mumbled. “Huh? What’s that?” You asked. “You're my real mum, not her.” He answered.

Kentaro Kyotani (Mad Dog)

💢 To anyone who knew him in school, the fact that he had been a single Dad for a while would be a surprise. 💢 He treated his little girl like a Princess, she got everything that she wanted and there was no one to compete with and then he got an injury and was forced to go to physical therapy where he met you. 💢 You guys hit it off pretty well, and he decided that he wanted to take you out for a date, it was an awkward ask but he got there in the end. 💢 He introduced you to his daughter after a couple of months but seemed to tolerate you but you weren’t sure that she actually liked you.

Ken and you decided to try moving in together after a year of dating and while Ken thought that it was going well, you were going through hell. Kimiko made it her life’s goal to disobey you at every turn. When Ken was home you managed to get along and even have some fun sometimes but that was the only time that it happened and it was taking its toll on you.

You had just gotten back from dragging her out of a party “What were you thinking, do you know how worried I was when you didn’t come home?” You asked. “Worried? Why were you worried, it’s not like your mum or anything…” She waved you off as she walked away “it doesn’t matter because Dad’s always going to choose me.” You didn’t even say anything to her as she went upstairs because the truth was when it came down to it you expected him to choose her.

That was why Ken found you packing a bag when he came home “where are you going?” He asked. “Look this isn’t working, she doesn’t want me here.” You answered as you milled around collecting things that you could fit in your bag. “Wait, let me talk to her.” He pleaded. “It’s been a year, it’s not working, I wish it was because I really like you but we both have to do what is best for her.” You said softly and he walked over his hands coming up to cradle your face as he pressed his forehead to yours. “I’m sorry.” He said softly, finally pressing a kiss to your lips. “It’s no one's fault it just doesn’t work, I’ll arrange a day to come pick up my stuff okay?” You asked. “Do you have somewhere to stay?” He asked. “Yeah I spoke to a friend after we got back.” You answered. “Let me drop you there.” He pleaded as he took your hand and headed out to the car.

It was a couple of weeks later when you came back to get some of the things that you had left you walked through the door and Kimiko was sitting on the stairs “where have you been?” she asked. “Did Ken not tell you?” You asked. “What?” She asked. “He’s been really sad these past couple of days. He hasn't really spoken to me. I was worried because he’s been practicing more and I remember what you said about rest after the injury.” “We decided that it wasn’t going to work.” You answered. “What are you talking about? Dad loves you!” She argued “and you loved him I thought.” “I do love him but you were right about him always picking you, that is the way that it should be, he should always choose you and you didn’t like me so I have to go.” You explained. “What? You left because you thought that was what I wanted?” She asked. “Is that not what you wanted?” You asked. “I just wanted to make sure that you wouldn’t leave and I really wanted to go to that party.” She answered with a smile on her face at the last admittance. “Can we sort this out with Dad?” “Yeah sure.” You nodded with a smile.

You both drove down to the gym where he was practicing, Ken was in there on his own, it seemed like the rest of his team had left for the afternoon. “That doesn’t look like resting that shoulder.” You called from your place at the door, he turned around almost instantly looking at you. “What are you doing here?” He asked, it was like the first time that you met him. “I spoke to Kimiko today and she told me something.” You informed him and he looked at you and then noticed his daughter behind you. “What?” He asked. “She told me that she was giving me a hard time because she wanted to see if I could be trusted, she told me that she doesn’t hate me.” You smiled. “I was thinking maybe she could move back in if you wanted.” Kimiko suggested “I’ll leave you guys to talk about it, there’s this shop across the street that I wanted to check out.” “Are you coming back?” He asked. “Do you want me back?” You asked. “Please come back.” He pleaded as he mirrored the way that he held your face the night that you decided to leave and you smiled. “Shall we go home then?” You asked. “Let me shower.” He said. “I’ll wait by the car.” You said as he pressed a kiss to your lips and jogged into the changing room, you walked out and saw Kimiko standing by the car and smiled. “What are you doing out here?” You asked “thought there was a shop you wanted to check out.” “I just wanted to give you guys space, I even asked a friend if I could stay over, you guys have the house to yourselves.” She wiggled her eyebrows and you nudged her softly before rolling your eyes. “Stop that and get in the car so we can wait for your Dad.” You ordered unlocking the car for her. “You’ll thank me later.” She smirked as she climbed into the car and waited with you.

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