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karasunotebook · 2 years

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Change is good

warnings: highly suggestive, nothing beyond heavy makeout

notes: 7 minutes in heaven(more like on the way to heaven lol), friends to lovers, kissing, mutual pining, HANAMAKI ‘HOT GUY’ TAKAHIRO, also i’ll prob make a pt2 version of this (nsfw) in the future

Hanamaki Takahiro x Reader

it’s been a minute since the plastic bottle pointed towards you. It’s been a minute since you saw the look of surprise on his face as the girl next to him scowled at you. It’s been a minute since you’ve both entered the small closet room for some privacy. And it’s been 10 seconds since he started staring. He’s still staring. Or gazing? You can’t tell because the single light bulb in the tiny room wasn’t providing enough light.

“Y/N,” his smooth voice interrupts your thoughts and breaks the silence. One thing you can tell was that he was leaning against the shelves. One feet up against the wall, the other leg stretched out. He stands up, straightening himself before walking closer to you. “So, wanna just chat? To fill this boring silence,” he chuckles lightly. As he approaches the dull light, you catch a glimpse of his soft pink brown hair. You had to stop yourself from reaching out to feel it. His eyes soften, staring into yours, waiting for your response.

“Sounds, great,” you reply. However, you feel a little regret in saying that. There was a part of you that wanted something more from this. Yes, Hanamaki has been your friend for a very long time. And you love the friendship you have. But you both can’t deny the spark and tension that’s always present.

It’s not often that you’re left alone together like this. There’s always another presence whether it was Matsukawa or Oikawa or Iwaizumi, sometimes even Yahaba and Kyoutani. And when it does happen, it’s always a close call with one of you leaning in to kiss the other. But it never happens, and it makes you both wonder maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

You notice his eyes drift down to his feet and he moves a little farther away from you, feeling a pang to your heart. “Well, then.” He clears his throat. “Anything new with you?” The boy asks as if you both haven’t been talking every day of the week. He sits down on the carpeted floor and pats the space next to him, gesturing you to sit beside him.

“Nope, same old same old.” You finally take a seat. Though, this time, you are much more closer to each other, your arms touching. “What about you?”

“Yeah, nothing feels different. Everything just seems to be the same. Don’t you think?” He turns to you, without realizing that you were staring at him while he spoke, your faces now inches apart. “But...you know. I want to change some things. Change is good right?” His eyes drift to your lips, lingering there for a moment. You feel your cheeks heat up. As if trying to break himself from a spell, he quickly looks away, clenching his jaw. “Sorry.” He quickly apologizes and you feel terrible.

“No, don’t be. I think change is great,” you respond quickly.

He turns back to you. “I think you’ve changed.” His statement makes you turn back to him.

“Really? How?” You ask.

“Well~” he starts.

“Careful, there,” you warn jokingly to which he laughs. The delightful sound of his laughter brings you butterflies every time.

“I was just going to say you got prettier. Every single day you get prettier and prettier. Why is that?”

You groan at the compliments. You were never good at receiving them. “Makki, stop joking around.” Hearing you call him by this nickname never fails to bring him joy. Only his close circle of friends called him that but something about the way it slips from your lips—it’s a totally different feeling.

“I’m not, though.” He tucks your hair behind your ear, leaning so that he’s fully admiring your face. “Wow,” he comments, making you blush even more than before. “Look. At. You,” he teases, making you lightly punch his shoulder. He likes to tease you like this. Even since you first started being friends. But these days, there’s definitely more to it.

“Okay, cool stuff. You’re not doing so bad yourself,” you roll your eyes, trying to act unaffected by his words. He smiles, sighing heavily.

“It’s too bad that...” he stops mid-sentence, his eyes now filled with longing. “forget it.” He moves back to his regular position.

You knew his thoughts. You knew because you felt the same way. But your fear is what’s holding you back. You knew he was holding back because he didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable. But this is your chance. To change things. No other guy has made you feel the way he did. And it made you unhappy seeing other girls fawn over him. Why did you have to wait for him, anyway?

You hesitated before moving in front of him. “Hanamaki, I want you to know, I really really like you.” You bite your lip, scared of what will happen next. What if you were wrong all along? What if he never liked you? Questions of doubt fog your brain as you try to form your next words. “I-If you are willing, I would want things to change b-between us a-and-” before you could finish your sentence, the smiling boy grabs your hand to pull you closer.

“Hold on, can I kiss you first? We got a few minutes left.” He asks. You nod and he wastes no time to bring his lips to yours. His right hand moves to your neck and the other runs down to your waist as you move your legs to straddle him. Your hands unconsciously move to his smooth brown hair, combing through it. You feel his tongue slide across your bottom lip, asking for an entrance to yours. Melting into his touch, you find yourself opening your mouth and letting your tongues search each other. Soon, your arms reach up to hug his neck. He’s got his arms wrapped around your waist. Stopping for a breath of air, he leans your forehead against his. “Do you realize how long I waited for that?” he breathes.

“Sorry for taking too long,” You say. You feel one hand move up to caress your cheek, rubbing it with his thumb.

“No,” he says before giving you a quick peck. “I’m sorry.” You respond with your lips returning to his in a deep kiss. He groans into your mouth as you keep massaging your lip against his.

It was simple all along. All you needed to do was overcome the bit of doubt to finally realize your true feelings for each other.

Hanamaki moves from your lips, peppering small kisses full of adoration across your cheek and moves downwards. You giggle at the ticklish feeling and you feel him smile against your skin. Gently, he tilts you toward the ground so that you are now beneath him. His kisses don’t stop but they became slower and wetter as his lips move to your sweet spot on your neck. He stops there and starts sucking and biting. You stifle a moan, trying your best not to be loud so that the others can hear. Hanamaki finally stops pleasuring that one spot on your neck and points out: “That’s gonna leave a mark. Sorry bout that.” He chuckles before placing another kiss on you.

“Makki,” you say trying to recover from the moments that had just occurred.

“Mhm,” he hummed a response, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip. His sweet eyes move from your lips to your eyes. The daring look in his eyes was very distracting.

“U-um so, do you want to go out after this? Like…just ditch the party…” Your voice falters into a whine when his hand reaches your butt to give it a squeeze.

Hanamaki smiles. “Hell, yeah.” He places a kiss on your cheek, taking your hand and helping you both up, when he realizes time is almost up. “We can have more time alone then,” he whispers in your ear, making your blush become more apparent.

He give you one last kiss when the bell started ringing followed by a knock. “Time’s up folks!” A cheery voice calls out. You both exit the little room after smoothing each other’s clothes.

“Dang what happened in there?” Oikawa asks, studying your messy hairs, swollen lips, and beaming faces. You and Hanamaki’s hands were practically glued together. Hanamaki had no shame in telling everyone that you were going to be busy on a date with him. Everyone cheered for you both.

“About damn time! For fucks sake!” Mattsun shouts. Iwaizumi has a smirk on his face, while Oikawa is the one to open the door for you both.

“Have fun, kids~” the setter grins.

And thus, you exit the building with your newly acquired boyfriend, hand-in-hand.

#pls this is the oldest draft i have #sorry this was not hot at all but at least hanamaki takahiro is #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #reader x hanamaki #y/n x hanamaki #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki fluff #hanamaki x you #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki takahiro

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onigirintarou · 2 years

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No One Lets Me Down Quite Like I Do

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Content Warning: alcohol, mentions of underage drinking, best friends to strangers to ???, kinda angsty at the end ngl, f!reader

He doesn’t quite know what the hell he’s doing here. He thinks he might be a bit of a masochist because then at least he would have a reason as to why he didn’t throw out that damn letter as soon as he saw that it was sent from his old high school.

Don’t get him wrong, his time at Aoba Johsai High might as well have been the best years of his life. He was on top of the world. He had friends that he saw nearly everyday and then some because of practice. His biggest ambitions at the time were to sneak one of Mattsun’s cream puffs without the curly-haired boy noticing and to somehow find a way to beat Iwa at arm wrestling—the first was a consistent success and the second not so much.

Now he counts himself lucky if he’s able to catch up with the boys once in a blue moon. He doesn’t fault them for it. They’ve all got busy lives. Matsukawa’s got his gig working at the funeral home. And sure, he might not understand the allure of it, but Issei seems happy enough. Oikawa, of course, was out making an even bigger name for himself in the global volleyball community. Then, there was Iwaizumi Hajime, 27, athletic trainer.

He was happy for his friends. Really. He was.

But it kinda sucked being Hanamaki Takahiro, 27, in-between jobs.

As if sensing the downward spiral that his thoughts had taken, a gentle hand on his elbow brings him out of his quiet contemplation.

“Hey, mind if I sit here?” you ask as a nervous smile graces your features.

He nods shakily and your smile brightens as you make yourself comfortable on the stool beside him.

God, when was the last time he saw you? It must have been at graduation.

He can still remember how you fit perfectly in his arms as he spun you around. He recalls how you shrieked in surprise but wrapped your arms tighter around him in response. You were both making promises with the best intentions to stay in touch. After all, life was taking you down separate paths but that didn’t mean you were going to stop being best friends.

He chuckles wryly at his past self’s naivety. Your texts and calls had stopped after that first year.

Your hand waves down the bartender as you order a drink.

“They must have splurged on this if there’s an open bar, huh.” His eyes follow the movement of your hands as they smooth down the skirt of your dress.

He thought he’d stored away his feelings for you in a box and thrown away the key. But those pesky emotions were rattling against the lock.

God. The years have done you good. It’s definitely not that he didn’t find you beautiful before. He thought you were the most gorgeous being in existence. And now he’s reminded of just how out of his reach you are.

But here you sit anyway with him of all people, and it’s enough to take his breath away.

He’s found himself lost in his thoughts again and it isn’t until you slide him a drink of his own that he breaks himself free from his own head.

His eyebrows raise at the clear liquid in front of him.

“Jeez, Makki. It’s not poison if that’s what you’re thinking,” you chide jokingly.

He makes a face before rolling his eyes good-naturedly and takes a long, drawn out sip. “Definitely not like the sake we would sneak from my dad’s cabinet,” he states.

Your face splits into a grin as you bring yourself closer to him. “I’m pretty sure he knew and watered it down.”

Hanamaki takes another small sip. “Oh, probably,” he agrees. “That didn’t stop us from having some pretty good times though.”

You giggle as you playfully swat at his chest. “Stop! I was never as bad as you.”

He takes the opportunity to grasp your hand against his. “Really?” he quirks an eyebrow. “I would wager you were worse than me.”

Your over exaggerated gasp makes him snort into his drink and for the first time this evening, he finds himself with a genuine smile on his face. There’s just something about you, he thinks.

“I resent that you know,” you say with a little conspiratorial grin of your own. After taking a long sip of your own drink, you ask the question that he’s been dreading since arriving. “So, how’ve you been, Makki?”

Unlike the others who have asked, he can tell you’re not just asking to make polite conversation and unlike others, he knows you’re not going to gloss over his answer to eventually segue on to how you’ve just gotten a promotion, married, had a kid, etc. He takes a look at your ring finger, just in case, and breathes out a sigh of relief when he notices that it’s bare.

In all your years of friendship, he knows you’ve never been anything but sincere. He can tell from your voice and how your eyes have not left his since you’ve taken the seat beside him that you’re honestly interested in knowing how life has treated him after high school.

He contemplates lying but even though it’s been ten years since you last saw each other, he knows that he’d be quickly called out.

So he settles for the truth instead. “Oh, you know. A little bit of this and that,” he replies easily, which technically isn’t a lie. The amount of jobs he’s held could fill up five pages on a resumé, not that he’d ever list them all out or could even remember all of them if he were to be honest. And just recently, he had put in his two weeks notice at the electronics store he’d worked at after hearing that his name had been tossed around for a promotion. Talk like that usually signaled it was time for him to move on.

You always had a way of seeing through him though and it seems like the ten years apart haven’t dulled your Hanamaki bullshit senses in any way, shape, or form. He fights the urge to shrink in on himself as you take him in.

“I didn’t ask about what you’ve been doing, Makki. I asked about how you’ve been,” you prod.

The smile on his face immediately drops. How was he going to explain that here he was closer to 30 than 17 and practically still as directionless as the day he entered Aoba Johsai High.

He gulps down his drink instead, fighting the urge to cough at the not-so-familiar burn of the sake as it slid down his throat.

You pat his back reassuringly. “You always were a bit of a lightweight.”

He frowns. Truth be told, he wasn’t much of a drinker. He only really drank with you in high school and that was just to help you satisfy your curiosity and to make sure that you were safe when drinking.

You wave down the bartender again and when he comes back he hands a bottle of water to Makki.

He supposes that he should feel embarrassed, however, he’s anything but as you uncap the bottle for him while your other hand rubs soothing circles onto his back.

“You know you can tell me anything right, Makki?” your gentle expression nearly makes him choke on the water.

He brings the bottle back down onto the counter with a louder thud than what he had intended. Before he can stop himself the words spill out. “It’s kinda hard to know that when we basically haven’t spoken since school ended.”

A silence follows and he makes the mistake of looking up at your face. Your jaw is clenched and your lips pinched desperately trying to hold in your own retort.

Another empty beat passes.

“I’m -” he says about to apologize, but you cut him off.

“No, you’re right,” you concede. “We fell off, didn’t we?”

He lowers his head and gives you a half-hearted smile. “Yeah,” he agrees. “What happened to us?”

You give him your own lopsided grimace. “Time, I suppose,” you answer. “I really should have done better at keeping in contact.”

He places his hand on your shoulder and squeezes in reassurance. “No, that was unfair of me. Communication is a two-way street. I could have made an effort too. I’m sorry..”

The smile you give him almost reaches your eyes. “Still, I am sorry.” He kicks himself at the slight quiver in your voice.

“Shit,” he breathes out as he runs a hand through his hair. “We’re just gonna go around in circles with the apologies all night, aren’t we?” he chuckles wryly.

You join in and he feels a warmth blossom in his chest at the sound of your polite laughter.

“Anyway, you asked me about how I was,” he says hoping to move on, but before he can, your right hand reaches out to grasp onto his wrist.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” God. You can probably feel his pulse quicken at the feel of your hand on his.

He nods. “I know but I want to.”

He tells you about college – how he graduated with a business degree and had to wear a suit everyday for two years at the firm whose offer he had accepted straight out of school.

You snicker at the thought of your best friend in a suit. It was almost too far-fetched to believe but he shares a picture on his phone which effectively shuts you up.

He was grimacing in the picture as his hands worked to loosen his tie. Despite the obvious discomfort in his face, you can’t help when your stare lingers at his form. You can feel his eyes on you so you hide your blush by taking another swig of your drink – at least you can blame your flush on the alcohol and not on the thought of how good he looked in his suit.

You cough into your elbow and gesture for him to go on.

He continues to tell you about his first job. Countless hours spent staring at a computer screen, sitting next to people whose names he didn’t bother to learn. He was just another number, but he stayed on because he thought that was the only option he had.

It wasn’t until he saw how the higher ups had treated a coworker of his that he had quit on the spot.

His coworker was just coming back from maternity leave and was given all of the work she had missed in that time span plus work that he knew for a fact his other male coworkers were slacking on.

He had never quite mastered the art of putting up and shutting up. A stray comment had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself. Obviously his bosses disagreed. It didn’t matter to Makki though as he simply said the two words that had since become a pattern in his career – “I quit.”

Your thumb continues to rub soothing circles on his wrist, something that he finds comfort in as he tells you that he’s become disillusioned with the corporate world since then. Nothing ever seemed to fit. There was no grand calling, no Ah-ha! moment to indicate that he was actually heading anywhere. Just one mindless job after the other.

“So yeah, that’s me,” he softly declares.

Your eyes suddenly shoot up to meet his and he struggles to hold your gaze. “You know what?” you start. “I think what you did was incredibly brave. I’m sure that your coworker appreciated it.”

He can’t help the dry laughter that escapes his throat. “I think the only thing I accomplished that day was making an ass of myself, but thanks.”

Your hands reach up to both of his cheeks. “No, you listen to me Hanamaki Takahiro,” you command.

His eyebrows raise. “This must be serious if you’re pulling out my full name.”

You shake your head and roll your eyes at his comment but shoot him a small grin nonetheless. “That was incredibly brave of you and that firm didn’t deserve you anyway.”

He finds himself at a loss for words. No one had ever validated his experiences before. Even his friends thought he was being too impulsive with his decisions. Reckless, they had said. But here you are, with your hands on both sides of his face, forcing him to start believing that maybe he was brave. Maybe he could be braver.

“Fuck that company, right?” he can smell the slight hint of alcohol on your breath as well as the citrusy fragrance that was so inherently you that it transported him back to driving around dimly lit Miyagi streets in his dad’s beat-up truck with you singing your heart out to Taylor Swift beside him.

“Fuck that company,” he agrees before deciding to say fuck it himself as his hand reaches out to tilt your jaw up towards him.

“May I?” his question comes out in a whisper just barely loud enough to hear over the sound of conversation around you.

“Makki!”

He nearly curses out loud as a familiar voice calls out his name and then yours. You nearly jump back at the interruption while Makki has to restrain himself from punching his other best friend.

Being friends with Matsukawa Issei for as long as he has, Makki knows that Mattsun never had good timing and it seems that he still doesn’t as he haphazardly throws both arms around the two of you.

“My best buds!” he exclaims and Makki can immediately tell that Issei stayed true to his word and had downed a few beers before attending the reunion.

You giggle at Mattsun’s drunken antics obviously not privy to the frustration building inside of Makki. He had waited over a decade to even have a chance as good as that one with you.

He bites the inside of his cheek and counts to ten in his head.

“Issei, could I just talk to her in private please?” he asks as politely as he can muster.

Mattsun’s eyes go from you to Makki before his mouth opens into a wide O.

“Of course! Of course!” he exclaims. “Anything for my best bud and my baby.”

You laugh as the other man shoots finger guns at the two of you.

My baby.

Mattsun’s words replay in his head and Maki can feel the fire of emotions he had locked inside that box roar in anguish before being promptly extinguished.

He clears his throat hoping to get a better handle on himself.

“You and Issei?” he steels himself for your response.

Even in the low light, he can’t ignore the dusting of red that coats your cheeks at the mention of the other man’s name.

Your nod is almost imperceptible. “Yeah. I moved back to Miyagi a couple of months ago and we’ve just... I dunno. Clicked.”

He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He was sure that the universe had made it a habit to knock him down just when he felt like he was slowly making his way back up.

“I hope he’s making you happy.”

The way you flush and giggle tells him everything he needs to know.

He moves to stand but your hand is on his again.

“Hey,” your eyes are on his again but this time he avoids them. “I thought there might have been something you wanted to tell me?”

He shakes his head forcing himself to put on an air of indifference. His hand lays atop yours and for a second, you derive comfort from his warmth, but that feeling stops as quickly as it begins as he gently moves your hand back to your side.

“It’s not important anymore.” You don’t miss the way the smile he has on isn't reflected in his eyes.

“Are you sure?” you ask.

He nods, looking everywhere but at you. “Of course. And hey,” he calls your name. “I wish you and Mattsun all the happiness. We’ll keep in touch this time, yeah?”

He walks away before you can reply.

A heavy arm slings itself over your shoulder and soon you are engulfed by Mattsun’s presence.

“Hey, what did Makki wanna tell you?” he pulls you in closer and you feel yourself melt as he places his head atop yours.

“Nothing important,” you reply and tilt your head up to plant a soft kiss on your boyfriend’s jaw.

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(me being a hanamaki simp is all Kat’s fault 😌)

#hanamaki takahiro #matsukawa issei #hanamaki x reader #matsukawa x reader #haikyuu #fluff #angst #hanamaki x y/n #matsukawa x y/n #mattsun #hazel.writes #hanamaki #matsukawa

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ickymichi · 2 years

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but i don't have any money.

hannamaki takahiro × gn reader

warnings: slight angst, comfort, hiro ain't got no money

remember: timeskip, gn reader. blank & ageless blogs dni or u blocked and i’ll rob u

note: makki fuckers arise. i’ve brought an offering to break or melt ur hearts. (repost from other blog) inspo from money by the drums

sweetsano 2022. don't repost or modify on this or any other platform. reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated

"before i die, i'd like to do something nice."

takahiro's favourite thing to do was make people laugh. all his life he made endless frowns turn upside down. person after person tell him how funny he is. everyday since you met him you say the same. he likes to think he's a nice person because of this, sure he has his not nice moments, but they're deserved.

'take my hand and i'll take you for a ride."

ever since his last year of highschool, when he sat on those familiar steps outside the gym, you at his side. his face flushed and hands shaking as he asked you out after pinning for what felt like forever. of course, you said yes, you'd have to be an idiot to turn down the hanamaki, as he said. every day since then living life with makki has been nothing short of a wild ride.

"'so before we die, i'd like to do something nice"

all the time like it's religion, you're always buying things for makki doesn't matter if it's a brownie from the bakery or the latest pair of shoes he was looking at. all though he jokes about how he's your sugar baby, he truly is grateful for ever single thing you've ever gotten him. that's why he can't seem to stop the tears hitting your tshirt when you ask him what's been wrong lately.

"i wanna buy you something, but i don't have any money,”

takahiro sobbed. if he could see himself now, pathetic is what he'd say. your crying to the person you love because you can't get a job? and who's fault is that? what's crying about it gonna do? opening his eyes he heard you sigh. oh no. pulling him from the crook of your neck, your eyes softened at the sight of his pale freckled skin flushed and puffy. "hiro, i don't care if you had all the money in the world, or one single cent in your pocket. how much money you have isn't going to make me love you any less." now it's his turn to soften his features. although it didn't last long, once hiro processed your words he couldn't help but break down again. falling into your warm embrace.

"no, i don't have any money”

a short while after takahiro was able to collect himself, you cuddled into the couch and stuck on some netflix. halfway through the show, makki remembered your words and slightly laughed. "you're so cheesy," he said giggling until it turned into boisterous laughter that brewed your own.

"your so funny takahiro."

#✎—hq works #hanamaki headcanons #haikyuu hanamaki #hanamaki takahiro #hanamaki x reader #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki x you #haikyuu x reader

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serosluv2 · 2 years

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Thinking about Hanamaki Takahiro who met the love of his life in high school.

First year, you two were just friends. It started with small jokes and laughing about the teacher and the uptight teachers pet in your shared classes. Then he was getting his homework answers from you. You two began partnering up for every group project, he’d come up with a creative presentation and you’d do the informational part.

Summer between first and second year he gradually spent more time with you. It was you and him, then you, him and mattsukawa, then iwa and oikawa joined in some times. It was great that you fit in so well into his friend group but, Hanamaki couldn’t help but cringe at the way his friends or random guys would blatantly flirt with you. No matter how uninterested you showed you were. It was the weekend before their second year started and that’s when Hanamaki realizes how he feels towards you. It’s under the stars in his beat up 2002 light blue Honda Accord where he comes to terms with the fact that he likes you. A lot.

First half of Second year was spent fighting and growing apart. Hanamaki couldn’t deal with these emotions he felt and still hang around you. It hurt too much, it was too complicated. He started canceling plans, then making up excuses not to go, then ignoring you outright. Mattsukawa knew. He sorta figured it out and yelled at him every day for ignoring you. “You’re pushing her away!” Good. Maybe if you’re far enough he can live his life never having to face your rejection. But instead, no matter how far he pushed you away, you comeback with a greater force. Sometimes it’s not even you specifically pushing back, but the universe sending signs. When he’s not with you everything Hanamaki sees reminds him of you: he orders your coffee order when he’s alone so feels closer to you, on cooler or rainy weather he day dreams about the Saturday afternoons you guys spent dancing in the rain with his sisters.

It’s day 17 without having taked to you in person. He messages you all the time with memes and/or regular conversations but it isn’t the same as hearing your sweet voice. 9:22pm and it’s raining outside. He can’t help but wonder if you’re watching the water drip down as it hits your window right now. It’s 9:27pm when he gets an overwhelming urge to go to you. It’s late, his parents are on their anniversary trip so they won’t know if he goes out this late. And he does. He gets in his car and tells his oldest sister he’s getting sweets from the store but really, he’s driving to you. Hoping he hasn’t pushed you too far. His mind goes into autopilot as he parks, rushes up the pavement stairs, and knocks on your door. He hears you look through the peep hole before unlocking the door to question why he’s here at 9:36 at night. He doesn’t say a thing, he doesn’t hear a thing. His ears go deaf momentarily while you’re probably spewing out questions at him but he shuts you up with a kiss. His hands gently holding your cheeks as they burn red in his callused hands. The two of you break apart for air after what feels like an eternity, his forehead is resting against yours as he inhales deeply before saying, “I’m so sorry, gorgeous. I know I’ve been a dick friend to you. I just,” he pauses, “I-I-uh didn’t really k-know how to go about this. But uh, is this ok? Am I doing this right?” He asks pleading for you to say yes. “This is about the only thing you’ve done right all month” you reply smiling before going in to kiss him in return.

#AHHHH I LOVE HIROOOO #hanamaki takahiro #takahiro hanamaki x reader #hanamaki x y/n #hanamaki x reader #hq!! hanamaki #he needs more content #my baby !!#^ my work

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haikyuuwife220 · 1 year

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Main blog @sassyplaylistanimepersona

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atsumwah · 8 months

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his friend had a crush on you

featuring : seijoh 4 gang !

notes : on a seijoh 4 brainrot,,, also thinking of taking smaus suggestions soonnnn hmu in my ask box if u hv any !

reblogs are appreciated mwahh <3

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loveephia · 1 year

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:¨ ·.· ¨: ハイキュー!! you as aoba johsai's beautiful manager . . .

`· . ꔫ . . . inarizaki ver. | nekoma ver.

+ shiratorizawa ver. | fukurodani ver.

⚠ warning/s: none.

-🧍‍♀️

- you signed up because iwaizumi hajime is on the team you needed some team building experience

- and the members were kind to you, of course!!

- maybe maddog didn't like you very much.

- you don't know why, but it's okay.

- you'll grow on him one day!!

- sadly, that day is just not today. 😔

- oikawa thought you were a fan of his

- which is not true

- like.

- at all.

- if anything, you were more of a fan of iwaizumi, but moving on

- word got out that you were their manager, and you SWEAR that oikawa's fangirls are plotting something.

- oikawa treated you the same as he does with every other girl, maybe the occasional flirty statement here & there

- but like

- NO.

- YOU DIDN'T WANT THIS!!!!!

- yahaba tried HIS shot on flirting with you using the good ol' toss-and-run, aka the same thing he tried to do with yachi

- you quickly shut him down by running away, absolutely mortified by the expression on his face.

- NO BC SERIOUSLY WHAT IS THIS

- bro's rizz came right outta aot 😭😭😭

- just avoid him like the plague, and you'll be fine

- kunimi is one of the more calmer boys, so you /may/ have unintentionally favored him

- like, you'd refill his water bottle first, you'd fetch his towel first, etc.

- kindaichi gets the job done, but he tends to get lost in his own thoughts

- matsukawa and hanamakki are pretty chill as well,, a joke about oikawa every now and then makes you laugh

- and iwaizumi

- wow, where do you even start

- wou don't know WHY oikawa is the one with a bunch of fans, when his hunk of a best friend is right there

- but it's okay. less competition, am i right lass.

- you do not hide your liking towards iwaizumi.

- "iwaizumi is so cool!" you say with hearts, visibly forming on your eyes

- "are you aware that you're talking to yourself?" kunimi asks with a stoic face

- "very aware."

- iwaizumi messes up his spikes every now and then because he feels you watching him

- YOU'RE JUST. THAT. PRETTY. 😭😭

- he gets all shy whenever you hand him his things because he can see flowers and sparkles all around your face

- "..thanks, y/n."

- "you're welcome, iwa!"

- PARDON??

- WHAT DID YOU JUST CALL HIM.

- "o- oh—! sorry for calling you that. i heard oikawa say it, and well.." you sheepishly apologized. you truly didn't mean it. it completely flew over your head that this was just your first day as their manager.

- "no, it's okay. it was cute." iwaizumi puts a halt to his step.

- ok

- wgat ☺️

- so here you two are, a blushing mess, while the third years watch

- "i bet the entire team some ramen that iwaizumi is the first to get married between him and oikawa." hanamaki says.

- "deal." matsukawa accepts

- "you two are so annoying..!" oikawa cries out

- maybe maddog will grow more accustomed to your presence if you'll be iwaizumi's future wife :p

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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dating matsukawa issei is like...

a/n: please enjoy the headcanons! off topic but i have like 60 followers rn and i just want to say thank you very much and please send in requests!! beware of the smut below the cut (all smut is post timeskip)

★ - before dating matsukawa, you'd been crushing on him. and you'd been crushing on him for a while. ever since your first year of high school you'd found yourself growing incredibly fond of the heavy-lidded boy in your mathematics class.

★ - three years later, halfway through your third year, you confess to him on Valentine's Day. he's amused by your confession, watching you stare at your feet as you hold out a small box of chocolates and pink letter with neat handwriting out to him.

★ - it's more surprising to you when he accepts, curious and teasing the shy girl who'd confessed to the closed off matsukawa issei.

★ - he's very comfortable with you right off the bat, and there's no special milestones for things. he sits with you at lunch, or well, he drags you over to his table and introduces you to his volleyball friends.

★ - he always has an arm around your shoulders or waist. he likes holding you close to his side, enjoying how small you felt next to how tall he was. you certainly weren't complaining.

★ - loves hugging you from behind, resting his chin on your head and his hands dangling off your shoulders. also a big ego boost for him about his height.

★ - loves lazy cuddling in his bed. holds you close as the two of you watch a movie at his house. you groan when he falls asleep, but he grumbles and says, "how can I help it when you're so soft?"

★ - holds your chin when you kiss, so you can't get embarrassed and pull away. of course, if you want to stop, he will, but he won't let you hide. not from him.

★ - carries your bags and books for you in the school hallway.

★ - you have a box in his closet with all your belongings for when you're over there. sweatshirts, underwear, etc...

★ - handholding is a must. he's a surprisingly affectionate guy for seemingly being so lazy.

★ - buys your favorite flavor of chapstick so he always tastes good for you when you kiss. it's small, but it's sweet and thoughtful.

★ - always is sharing clothes with you. sometimes he'll purposefully leave his sweatshirts at your house in hopes you'll show up to school the next day.

★ - always buys you your favorite chocolates before dates. he'll stop by the store and grab them, even if you guys are just going to a picnic in the park or something.

★ - loves swimming. he loves to drag you and the other third-years to go swimming with him. is constantly pushing you off the dock and then jumping in after to you and pretending he didn't.

★ - is always willing to give piggyback rides when your feet/legs hurt. volleyball has built up a lot of muscle for him, and lifting you is no harder than lifting his baby brother.

★ - petnames include "baby, sugar, and sweetheart." along with multiple silly nicknames based on your name.

★ - dating matsukawa issei feels like summer all over again, even in the deep frostbite of japan's winter season. he's warm and soft and cuddly. he feels like late mornings in bed, sheets tangled and the sun peering in through the windows. it feels like freshly washed linen and blooming gardens. matsukawa issei feels like a breath of fresh air.

★ - matsukawa pins your wrists above you as you fuck, watching you gasp and squirm and be completely unable to do something about it as he overstimulates you.

★ - matsukawa can't keep his mouth off you. he's kissing your lips, your breasts, sucking deep marks into your neck, biting at your hips.

★ - matsukawa pounds into you until the sheets beneath you both are soaked with your fluids and the only noise leaving you are soft little "ah-ah-ah"'s.

★ - matsukawa loves to brush your hair from you eyes and watch as they cloud over with lust and want.

★ - matsukawa can't help but smirk and grow a bit hard when he sees you in your bathing suit.

★ - he loves sweet dirty talk.

★ - "can't help but touch you when you look so pretty just for me, baby."

★ - doesn't let you hide your face. "c'mon baby, let me see your face when you cum."

★ - is obsessed with eating you out. he loves the way you taste, and feels intoxicated when he's between your thighs. matsukawa issei is totally pussy drunk off you.

★ - he absolutely adores teasing you in public, watching you blush and bite your lip as your thighs rub together. you try so hard to maintain conversation with oikawa, iwaizumi, and hanamaki but you can't help the way you stutter and squirm as his hand brushes your clit, fingers touching you through your soaked panties.

★ - he loves it when you whine and cry for him.

★ "please," you gasp, reaching for him. he pins your hands above your head with one hand of his own, and your hips buck lightly. "i need you, issei."

★ - "shh, don't cry baby," he'll coo as he kisses your wet cheeks, "i'll touch you baby, i promise."

★ - he begs for just the tip after a stressful day at work, and he keeps his promise to go no further but you can't help the way you twitch and squirm. he'll hide his face in your neck, his hand firmly planted on your hip as he tries so hard not to bottom-out in you.

★ - laughs as your hands fumble with his belt, shaking and desperate for his cock.

★ - covers his mouth and hopes his groans are relatively quiet when you sneak under his desk while on a video call with his clients at the funeral home. tries his hardest to stay focused as you lick along his length and pop his tip into your mouth.

★ - loves semi-public sex. he'll fuck you in a closet at a family gathering, tease you under the table, grind against you behind the kitchen counter while everyone else is in the kitchen.

★ - has very high stamina and can easily go a handful of rounds. your pleasure always comes before his anyway.

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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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nishinoyaswife4 · 5 months

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How He Reacts to Other Men Hitting on You

Seijoh

Oikawa

He’s stepped away for a second. He hasn’t even been away for a full minute yet. But in the same fashion that you get no peace when his fans are around, he gets no peace in any other setting with you. He looks over to where he left you at the bar to find his seat occupied by another man, who by the looks of it was laying in on pretty thick. It wasn’t hard to see you leaning away the closer this man got to you. Oikawa quickly ends the conversation, and heads back to you. The closer he gets the more he can hear the shitty pickup lines coming from this man.

“So are you here with someone?”

Just as you’re about to answer you feel an arm around your shoulder. You look up to see your handsome boyfriend giving this stranger his best smile.

“Hello darling, who is this?” There is venom in his words. “My girlfriend has the habit of making friends wherever she goes.”

The stranger looks taken aback, and excuses himself shortly after. Oikawa doesn’t leave your side again that night.

Iwazumi

He’s convinced you to come to the gym with him to keep him company. He’s now fully regretting asking you as he watches a man approach you at the water fountain. He talks to you just a little too long for Iwa’s tastes. He likes to lie to himself and say he’s not the jealous type, but you know better. Especially now that you see him coming up behind the man who has been taking up your time.

“Oh! This is my boyfriend!” You tell the other man as Iwa approaches. “Maybe you could talk to him about a good place to start on your weightlifting!”

Iwa glares down at the new man, very obviously scaring him. The man lets out an awkward laugh and suddenly remembers he had to be anywhere else. Iwa decides that's enough of the gym for the day and takes you home. He wont answer you when you ask what's wrong but you don’t complain since he hasn’t stopped cuddling you.

Hanamaki

Man is panicking. He saw the guy approach you while you were shopping. He had stopped to look at something a few feet away, and now someone had swooped in on you. He stands there just staring at the two of you for a moment. Wondering if that was a real laugh or a fake one you had just given the stranger. It's not until you look at him making a face and rolling your eyes that he approaches.

“Hey baby, are you ready to go?” He approaches.

He throws a casual arm over your shoulder like he wasn’t just picturing you dumping him for this guy after a 5 minute conversation. He looks this guy up and down before greeting him like a friend all while holding your hand.

Matsukawa

You’re at a house party with him grabbing a drink when this random man approaches you. You make polite conversation trying to cut it short once you grab the drinks and head back to your boyfriend who is just lazing about on the couch. The man that was talking doesn’t seem to know how to read social cues or is just blatantly ignoring them follows you. He's still talking and you try to stay polite answering with a tight smile. You hand a drink to your friend and boyfriend before trying to take a seat still aware of the guy behind you. Before you can walk to your seat you feel a hand on your shoulder. You look back at the man in horror.

“Hey man don’t touch my girlfriend,” You look over at your boyfriend who is still lounging with a chill expression.

“This is your girlfriend?”

“Yeah man and I don’t want to repeat myself so take your hand off her yeah?” His expression doesn’t change. “Come here baby.”

You walk over to where he is and he pulls you down to sit in his lap. He doesn’t let you leave his side again that night.

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givemeasinglekidney · 1 year

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Jealousy, jealousy | Oikawa T.

Hurt/comfort

Warnings: swearing

Synopsis: you become Seijoh’s manager after not being able to get into other clubs. After a while you start getting backlash by the milk bread lover’s fans.

Well that was no use.

Every club you had tried for either rejected you or was too cramped. So what now?

You walked around school during lunch. You didn't have many friends, yet the ones you did just so happened to be busy right now. As you were walking, you passed the gyms, more specifically the volleyball gyms. You applied for the female volleyball club but you turned in your application just a tad too late. As you passed the gym, you heard a voice.

“Damn, every one of them?” The first voice said. It was followed by another.

“Yeah. Kinda sucks man.” He replied.

“Man! Why does he have to make it so hard to find a genuine manager?”

“Unfortunately, he’s our captain. Also happens to be our best friend, Makki.”

“You’re right on that unfortunate part.”

You contemplated. Boys Volleyball manager? Doesn’t have a bad ring to it. It sounded hard to get in, but every other club had failed, so why not.

You walked into the teacher’s work room and located their coach, Irihata. You already knew of him from the volleyball team being so famous in the region.

“Uhm, excuse me.” You asked, “Where can I apply for the Boy’s Volleyball manager position?” He looked at you, slightly annoyed after what you said.

He crossed his arms, “Listen, we’re not really looking for any managers currently. We know you really like our setter but our manager needs to be serious in what they’re doing.”

You lifted your eyebrow in confusion, “Your setter being…”

He stopped for a second before answering you, “... Oikawa Toru…”

You paused to collect your thoughts, then it hit you, “Oh! Him! You mean that one guy who injured his knee a bit ago! Yeah I know of him. Never talked to him, but he seems to always have girls' company. I mean good for them, they know their type, but I’m good.”

He kind of stared at you, “Ah… well… I guess it wouldn’t hurt to let you apply. Can I ask if you have any experience with volleyball?” He questioned before reaching into his desk to grab you an application.

“Yes I do!” You said, “I’ve played for all 3 years of junior high. I tried applying for tryouts for the female team but I turned it in too late.” He handed you the application and you bid your goodbyes as lunch would be over soon.

It was the next day and as you got to school you strolled to the gym as the boys had morning practice. There weren’t any girls there since it was super early and you just wanted to turn your application in asap. As you opened the door, you caught sight of all the boys, focused on their playing. You heard a voice call out to you.”

“Ah, I was wondering when you’d show up!” You turned to the direction of the coach. “Got that application filled out?”

“You know I do!” You walked over to him. He looked at the papers you handed him.

“(L/N) (Y/N), hm.” He read your name. He continued to scan your paper, nodding his head every once and a while. “Well, I'd say you’d be a great fit. If you really do want to join, you’re welcome!”

“Really? That’d be great! When could I start?” You questioned. You were kind of excited. You finally got accepted. And for it being your final year in highschool, you were hoping it would work out.

“Well, I don’t see why you can’t start now.” He stated. He then raised his voice in the direction of the players. “Hey boys! Gather around!”

The boys stopped what they were doing and came crowding around. Their eyes tended to land on you, which caused a couple whispers here and there.

“This is (Y/N) (L/N). She’s now going to be your new manager.” He announced.

You took this as your sign to introduce yourself. “Yo.”

There were a couple murmurs of disbelief, and then one guy crying what you think were happy tears about it, until one guy started talking.

“Ah, are you sure you’re not one of my lovely fans who made her way to this spot?”

“No, not in a million years.” You shot back with no hesitation after looking him up and down. False tears ran down his eyes as his friends laughed.

“PFFFT- HA! Get rejected!” A boy with pinkish hair giggled out, His friend laughing right next to him.

Suddenly, there was a slight commotion at the gym doors. You went to inspect it when you got called out to.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, it’s a mob out there.” A muscular guy said.

You contemplated, but finally moved your feet towards the door. As you opened it, you were met with many confused eyes.

“Uh, who are you?” One girl asks.

“(L/N), the team's manager. Who are you?” You replied nonchalantly. You were met with eyes of disbelief and jealousy. Then, all of the sudden, it was like a light bulb went off in all their heads.

“Hey, (L/N), you're in my Calc! You can let me in right!”

“Hey, You're so pretty. Let’s talk!”

“We sat together last year! We’re friends, let me in!”

You stared at them with a look of disdain. Then, you got an idea.

“What’s the password?”

They all paused.

“...What…”

“Wrong!” You interrupted.

“What password?”

“Incorrect!”

“Listen here you little-”

“Wrong again!” You cut her off. “Man you guys are really bad at this. Oh well, no Oikawa for you. Good day.” And you slammed the door shut.

You turned around to see the team, half in awe and the other half laughing their asses off.

“Oh my god…” One with short, messy black hair said between halfs, “This is great!”

Time skip -

It’s been 6 months since then and you’d become best friends with the 4 other third years. They saw you like their sister, like they’ve known you since forever. Well, most of them.

“(L/N), can you tell Mattsun he’s being an idiot!” A pink haired male shouts. It was lunch and the two were arguing over what color science was.

“Am no! It’s 100% blue!” He shouts back.

“Is not! It’s definitely yellow!” His best friend argues.

“I think you’re both being idiots.” You said with a straight face, “Also, it’s green dumbasses.”

They went back to quarreling as you took a bite out of your rice. Iwaizumi and Oikawa sat to your right as the two others sat to your left.

“Why do you fuel their stupid questions?” Asks the half filipino.

“It’s funny watching them fight over stupid shit. It fuels my entertainment.” You answered. You found it easy to stir the pot with the two.

“Yeah, but they’ve been talking about it for 10 minutes now…” The setter added.

“Okay, watch this.” You turned your head to Makki and Mattsun, “Centaurs have six legs, therefore are insects. Discuss.” The two began to discuss.

“Oh my god-” The setter looked in disbelief and amusement.

“Ima be right back, gonna grab a drink.” You stood up.

“Get me something!” The brunet said.

“Nope, get it yourself ya broke bitch.” You replied and walked off.

You turned the corner to the vending machine. You put your coins in and selected your choice of drink. As you knead down to grab it, a hand comes and takes it before you reach it. You look up to see a girl meet your stare.

“Well if it isn’t the little whore.” She speaks with venom.

This was the part you hated about being their manager, and it wasn’t even the boys fault, it was the girls. You have female friends, so you know it's not all girls, but there are some who are way too attached to the main setter.

“You’re one to talk.” You spit back.

You never told anyone about how these girls would treat you. You didn’t want to cause more commotion or possibly lose your position to problems being caused.

“Everyone knows you're just a manager to be close to the 3rd year. Especially Oikawa. You’re no different than the rest of us. The only difference is you’re actually hoeing around with them. It’d break their hearts to know you’re just using them” She stated. She acted like she knew all your business.

“Really? Cause it sounds to me like you're projecting what you’d do.” You replied. “And I’m not doing any of that. It’s so obvious we’re all just friends.”

Just friends. That’s all you were. Unfortunately, there is a false statement you made. After you thought it would never happen, you managed to gain a bit, just a tiny little bit of feelings for none other than Oikawa. It’s not like you wanted to, in fact that was your exact opposite intention, but that was your result.

“Yeah, sure. Whatever you tell yourself.” She looked at you with disgust. “You know, they probably feel bad for you. You had nowhere to go so they had no other choice. I mean, who’d want to hang out with an ugly nobody? Look at yourself. They’re just being nice. When the time comes, they’ll drop you within seconds. You’re helpless without them.” She took a sip of what was supposed to be your drink. What a bitch.

She walked off leaving you standing there. You didn't want to admit it, but sometimes people like her really get to you. You never showed it, but they did affect you. And you know what they say about just ignoring it? Yeah, pure bullshit. It never works. They’re no longer looking for a reaction, but a punching bag. Someone who will take their punches and not give anything back, coming back the next day to repeat the cycle.

You walked back to the group, no drink in hand.

“Hey, where's your drink?” Mattsun asked, his quarrel with Makki being finished with no answer since they ended up spiraling off topic, somehow getting to how Baby’sRus is a misleading name.

“Oh, they were out of what I wanted lol.” You told them. You lied to them about a lot of things. You felt bad, but it was always due to the treatment you received from the ever so glorious fan base.

Lunch soon ended and so did the day.

You were making your way to the boys gym when you had a thought.

‘Were they just being nice?’ You questioned. ‘No, they wouldn’t, I’m mean to them sometimes anyway. Mean. Maybe I take it too far sometimes. Maybe they are just being nice. They did want a manager, so this is their way of not complaining.’

You tended to overthink, but recently it’s developed worse than it’s usually been. Like a million thoughts running through your head yet you still can't figure out where the music is coming from and why it’s only playing the same 4 lines over and over again.

You saw the doors to the gym… and turned around. You headed home. They didn’t need you. Nobody did. Maybe they’re all right. You’re useless. Unworthy. Ugly. Words hurt like any other injury, but it’s something painkillers couldn't stop.

You walked the sidewalk alone for the first time since you joined their practice. It was quiet. You were going to miss the chaotic chats with them walking to eachothers house. Makki, Mattsun, Iwa, then finally, yours. Oikawa insisted that they’d go to your house first cause he ‘didnt want their precious manager being in danger’ which was sweet of him, but also kind of dumb since his house was closer to Iwa’s than yours. Over the course of the 5-ish minute walk to your house, the two of you had bonded nicely. Too bad you didn’t plan on going back. As much as you loved them, loved him, you worried it was all lies. Their words got to your head and they stung. Then they stayed, but you got used to the sensation.

You made it to your room and looked at your phone to find missed texts from the team. You picked Oikawa’s number to find 2 missed calls and 8 missed texts. Man this boy was insane. You texted back ‘Sorry, don’t feel good, carry on without me.’

Technically you didn’t lie. You really weren’t feeling good, just it was mental rather than physical. You laid on your bed, clutching a pillow as you put your blanket over you. Tears started to spill. You couldn’t take it anymore. You cried into your sheets until you slipped into sleep.

You didn’t go to school the next day. Or the next. You stayed in bed most of the time, occasionally going on your phone or to the bathroom. Other than that you were either numb, crying, or asleep. Every now and then you’d stare at yourself in the bathroom, insecurities rising as you cry out about your appearance. You maybe ate one meal within the 2 days you stayed home, but it’s mostly a blur.

It was the afternoon when someone intervened.

The one

The only

Oikawa Toru.

You were laying in your bed. You had just finished a breakdown, eyes still red. Out of nowhere, you hear someone running up the stairs. You thought for a second you were about to be a victim of a home invasion, being that your parents were home, but you were proven wrong when a tall, brown eyed male swung open the door.

“(L/N)! What’s wrong! Are you sick?” He questioned you. You’d been gone from school for 2 days now, making you absent for 4 practices. 3 after school, and 1 morning.

“Oikawa! Shouldn’t you be at practice right now? What are you doing?” You asked, thoroughly confused how he got in. wait- “How’d you get into my house?”

“Well when our manager is sick, who just so happens to be one of my best friends, I’m gonna see what's wrong.” He answered, taking short breaths making you figure he ran all the way here. “Also, I know where you keep your spare key.”

He looked around to see what state you were in. It had been evident you were crying, despite you trying to hide your face in the comfort of your pillows. He sighed and made his way over to your bed, sitting on the edge.

“Now, tell me what's bothering you?” He said, his voice becoming soft.

“Nothing, just don’t feel good. It’s no use wasting your time here.” You told him, hoping he’d leave. You didn't need his pity. Maybe you wanted it, but you turned it down thinking it was all an act, all lies.

“If you think I’m falling for a lame lie, you're wrong.” He sighed. “What’s going on?”

Oikawa, out of all the guys, knew you the best. There wasn’t a way he’d be convinced you’re okay. So… You spilled.

“Why do you keep me around?” You started, “Why do you care?”

“...What do you mean?” He asked, his worry growing.

“I mean, why me? Out of everyone, why do you guys hang out with me? I’m mean and useless. My management isn’t even good. If you're just being nice to spare my feelings then just leave me. I know my worth and it isn’t a lot. You guys deserve better.” You finished your mini rant with tears brimming at your eyes.

He stared at you with empathy. He hated seeing you like this, it hurt him so much.

“You’re amazing. In all you’ve done you’ve helped our team more than we ever dreamed. We finally found someone who’s dedicated to all she’s assigned to help us with. You know me. You know I’d never be fake with someone to spare their feelings.” He sighed. “I just wish… you’d see yourself the way I do…”

You felt terrible. Your crush sat there as you pathetically lied on your bed because of some emotions, or lack thereof.

“You don’t mean that.” You said, trying not to face him.

He laid down on your bed, right next to you as your back was turned in his direction.

“Have they been bothering you?” he interrogates.

“Who’s they?” You tried acting oblivious, but you both knew who ‘they’ were.

“You know exactly who.” He replied. You stayed silent. He sighed again, “I should’ve known. I'm so sorry.”

“Don’t apologize.” You cut him off, “It’s not your fault you're attractive.”

“Oh, so you think I’m attractive?” He remarks, trying to lighten up the mood.

“Oh shut up.” You giggle. It was the first time in a while you did that.

“What a shame. I wished the person I liked found me attractive.” He jokes. It took you a moment to process what he just said, then it hit you.

“Wait, what?” You questioned in disbelief.

“I know you said you’d never like me, not in a million years… but I can’t say the same for myself. It’s selfish but I really do like you.”

You turned around and stared at him. He stared back, but his mind was racing, taking your silence as rejection. Before he could get up, you grabbed at him and buried your head in his chest.

“Don't…” You started, “Don't leave. Please? I like you, too. I promise it didn’t start out this way but this is how it ended. I know now I look creepy but I didn't-”

He cut you off. Not with words, but with his lips. The warm sensations of his mouth on yours brought you a comfort like no other. Your hands wrapped around his neck, and he went around your waist, closing any gap there was between you two.

He broke the kiss, pulling away to stare at your beauty. “I get it. I’m glad you feel that way.”

“Can we… keep this a secret? Just the two of us?” If this got out, you’d be out for the count. Numerous rumors would start and people would start thinking that you were an actual whore.

Oikawa saw your mind race and put it to a stop, “Of course, I get it. We should tell the others about your situation. We’re here to protect you, you know. We love you. I love you.”

“... Love you too, Toru.” You said and he pulled back into the hug as you head rested on his neck/

“...So you do think I’m attractive.”

Small time skip -

After that night, you told the group what was happening and just like Oikawa said, they stepped in. The 4 of them became your personal bodyguards, not letting any known Oikawa fangirl try and say shit to you. After practices, you and Oikawa would walk to either you or his house to hang out and have little private dates. You were the happiest you’d ever been in a while. You slowly lost all thought of others' jealousy, enjoying your life with your best friends and lover.

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Seijoh Group Chat:

HBD Oikawa

Seijoh x GN! Manager

Warnings: light swearing, Oikawa slander

AN: Happy Birthday to our king 😌 whipped this up quick because I can’t miss an international holiday like this one 🎈🎉

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haezen · 1 year

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more slytherin sakusa kiyoomi please 🥹

hi anon! this one had been in the works for a while, but you inspired me to finish. thanks for sending in a request ily.

ATTENTION: read this part first because it will make more sense. but, if you read this part alone, i guess it will still work on its own.

pairing: slytherin!sakusa kiyoomi x reader genre: hurt/comfort, angst to fluff wordcount: 3.6k

happy reading <3

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You and your best friend, Hanamaki Takahiro, were currently standing together underneath the pavilion with the sole purpose of watching your mutual friends on the Slytherin team.

The players were waiting for the rainstorm to pass before resuming their practice: all huddled around in a circle with their hoods up. It was nearly impossible to see past the rain due to the force of the wind and rain whipping around the pavilion the two of you stood under.

Makki had suggested that the two of you go watch your friends practice this week because they had a big game coming up soon. You had nothing better to do and Oikawa had begged you to come watch him specifically as he claimed he needed your praise to calm his nerves. He made a scene of asking you, even going as far as bending down on one knee with a rose he had conjured up on the spot—his crazy, romantic gestures always made you laugh and you couldn’t help but accept knowing that he simply just wanted you to feel included in something he loved.

You squint your eyes with the intention of trying to tell the players apart, but with the intensity of the rainstorm, you found it difficult.

“Looking for someone in particular, aren’t you?” Hanamaki smirked knowingly, nudging your shoulder with enough force to make you lose your balance.

“I swear, one day I might just strangle you in your sleep. Then, you’ll really regret ever being mean to me.”

As you regained your balance from Makki’s shove, you huffed in frustration at how observant he could be.

“Oh, but I thought you could handle a little roughin’ up?” Makki sported a shit-eating grin with the quirk of his brow. “Can’t you, (Name)?”

He cackled as you reared your fist back to punch him in the chest. Although you made a show of winding your fist back to hit him, when your fist made contact, you put no real strength behind it. He cackles even louder when you pout and are unable to respond with a witty comment like you usually would. It’s like he’s proud of himself for bringing up your sworn-to-death secret; you can only side eye him from your peripheral, trying to move on from the topic at hand as soon as possible.

You fight off the urge to scrunch your nose up in shame as you recall the truth you confessed to your friends when playing Truth or Dare a couple months ago.

“What’s something you’ve never told anybody else?” Oikawa looks in your direction after he reads a ‘Truth’ question off a card.

You and your friends sat in a circle on the floor, surrounded by the darkness of the Slytherin commons; it was extremely late at night, but there was no stopping Makki and Mattsun once they set their minds on something. The only light in the room was the dim light from the logs that were burning in the fireplace. You sat across from Oikawa, staring blankly at the floor, desperately trying to think of something shallow to say in response.

“(Name), make it something juicy or else you’re wasting my and Mattsun’s precious time.” Makki, who was sitting on your left, leaned in close enough for his warm breath to fan your face and you covered it on instinct.

“Oh god…okay.”

You spread your fingers apart to peek at your friends who were anxiously waiting for your answer.

“I’ll spill. But only if you guys promise to never bring it up again.” You tore your hands from your face and wrapped your arms around yourself, trying to accept the ugly fact that you’re going to tell all of your closest friends one of your biggest fantasies.

Sugawara and Kuroo both nodded in your direction while Makki and Mattsun shared knowing looks; a look that meant they’d store this information in their memory forever. You groaned at the realization but carried on anyway.

“(Name)-chan, it stays between us. Promise.”Oikawa smiled and extended his pinky towards you. You returned the smile and graciously wrapped your own around his to seal the promise.

“Okay, so…”

“(NAME)!” Mattsun shouts when he realizes you’re trying to stall; he’s extremely impatient in every aspect of life, even when playing a simple game of Truth or Dare. He groans, stretches his legs out dramatically, and falls backwards to lay on his back. You seize the opportunity to playfully slap his stomach, which causes him to immediately roll over to avoid another.

“My truth is…that I secretly want someone to maybe…manhandle me?” You hesitated as you spoke each word, eyes flickering to each of your friends' faces to gauge their reactions. They all burst out in a laughter so contagious that you couldn’t help but join in with a laugh of your own.

Makki especially found this confession of yours the funniest, considering he was the only one who knew the person you secretly wished to ‘manhandle’ you.

“I told you to never bring that up again, you idiot!” You groan as you cover your red face, not wanting to see Makki’s teasing eyes and wide smile.

One of Makki’s most notable traits is his brilliant memory – he never fails to forget the things you thought you told him in confidence, bringing up something you forgot you told him in the first place.

Since he’s been your best friend for so long, you know he truly meant no harm in teasing you. When he remembers the shocked expression that crossed your face just a moment ago, he clutches his aching stomach and wipes the tears that threatened to fall from his fit of laughter.

“I really can’t stand you.”

“That was so good, really. The look on your face was priceless. I wish Suna was over here to capture it.”

You cross your arms over your chest and give him a glare.

“You remember that dare that you never did?”

“Yeah?” You ask hesitantly, afraid of what Makki might say next.

He shoves his hands in the pockets of his trousers while motioning his head towards the group of guys huddled around for cover near the field. You followed the direction he tilted his head towards, only for them to land on Sakusa Kiyoomi, your year-long crush. You met your best friend’s honeyed-colored eyes with a stony glare, watching as his smirk grew to the cheesiest grin you’d ever seen on his face.

“I think I got a perfect dare for you. I’m redeeming it now.”

“Now?!” You yell in disbelief.

The team turns around to find the source of the noise, and even over the sound of rain, your voice carries over. You can’t help but look for Sakusa amongst everyone, and surely enough, you catch his attention.

Makki stares at you once he realizes the two of you made eye contact with one another. He relishes the faraway look in your eyes as you watch Sakusa fend off a clingy Miya Atsumu. Your best friend watches the fleeting look of admiration that graces your face suddenly morph into one of annoyance as you turn to him again.

“Why now?” You whisper-yell, eyebrows furrowing.

He remains silent and you immediately read his mind. You feel like throwing up and you fidget with the (your house colors) tie that hangs loosely around your neck.

“I can’t, ‘Hiro!”

He shakes his head with a soft smile, reaching to adjust your tie for you once he remembers that you fidget when you’re nervous. A habit that you’ve never been able to break.

“You won’t know until you try.”

Your eyes land on Sakusa once more, mind racing as you thought of all the times you imagined confessing to the brooding Slytherin. Hanamaki pushes you forward, effectively tearing you out of your thoughts, and you stumble forwards.

“Don’t be such a pussy, (Name). It doesn’t suit you.”

Something about those teasing words inspires a spiteful courage inside of you. You whip around, “Y’know what, fine! Fine, ‘Hiro. I’ll do it. ”

“Finally!” He exclaims loudly as you pull up your hood and make your way to Sakusa.

Hanamaki holds his breath as he watches you run to the field and over to the cover where the players are all standing underneath.

You’re soaked and out of breath when you reach the canopy, partly because you’re out of shape and partly because you’re scared half to death to confess to Sakusa Kiyoomi out of all people. None of them notice your figure approaching until you beckon to Sakusa. He points to himself, silently asking for your confirmation that it’s him you want to talk to. You nod as you inhale deeply to compose your nerves; he steps forward out of the group of players that move over to accommodate his large frame, and gestures to move over to the side, behind the large stands – away from prying eyes and eavesdroppers – for a little privacy.

Some of the guys whistle but you ignore them all while standing in the face of Sakusa.

“Hey.” You say as you’re still trying to catch your breath.

“Hi.” He responds, uncomfortable and oddly enough, he might even feel curious as to why you had come over to talk to him.

His curly locks are damp from the rain and he runs a hand down his face because the raindrops trickle down his forehead. He’s stupidly attractive and you hate it. Damn you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.

Sakusa generally feels uncomfortable in the presence of women, but he feels even more so in your presence. He thought he had gotten off easy by establishing a friendly exchange with you, with bringing you tea every other day, he thought that he wouldn’t have to hold a true conversation with you. But you manage to surprise him yet again; he was shocked to see you approaching the team and even more shocked when his teammates nudged his side, trying to tell him that it was him you were asking for.

Over the time you’d spent admiring Sakusa from afar, you’ve gathered that he isn’t skilled in hiding his true thoughts; you often can decipher his mood by just watching his expression change with the tiniest movements.

He raises his eyebrows ever so slightly as he watches you catch your breath. You know that he’s thinking: ‘What is it?’

“I won’t take up too much of your time-”

“You’re not.” He assures you pointedly. “We’re waiting for the storm to pass anyway.”

You nod in appreciation, grateful that Sakusa (famously known for his cold demeanor) was reassuring you in this nerve-wracking moment. You inhale once more, letting the humid air fill up your lungs, and blow it out with your lips pursed. You’re incredibly nervous and it shows. The realization that you’re about to confess to one of the most coveted guys in Hogwarts is already nauseating, yet you’re more worried about the fact that Makki is knowingly waiting for you to return. You can already see his face: pink eyebrows wiggling and his lips curled up in a devilish grin. Your best friend makes you sick to your stomach and you think that he deserves a smack on the shoulder for putting you up to something so terrifyingly embarrassing as confessing to the Sakusa Kiyoomi.

“This might be ridiculous because–well, we don’t even really know each other.” You start, pulling your robe tighter against your body because you don’t know what to do with your hands. “I think that I might just be curious. Okay, that’s not the right word.”

Sakusa’s curiosity is growing by the second. At this point, he’s even overcoming his uneasiness talking to women solely because of how nervous you are — he might even pity you at this moment. Sakusa really wants to interrupt you and urge you to, ‘spit it out,’ but he has a soft spot for you; so, he stays silent and waits for you to finish.

“Ok.” You shake your head from side to side as you imagine you’re shaking the nerves away. It’s almost endearing. Almost.

“I just came over here to say that I like you, Sakusa Kiyoomi.” You watch as his eyes widen but you push through it. “And I really like the tea you make for me. You make really good tea. I don’t really expect anything, but I wanted to tell you that.”

He’s shocked. Sure, he’s received plenty of confessions from girls before, but he’s never received a confession from a person he’s actually been interested in. Predictably, Sakusa can’t help but let the shock wash over him. His eyes still wide as he takes in the information, and as it processes, he feels like his whole body is on fire. The heat that soon overtakes his body travels up the back of his neck and his cheeks; surely, he’ll accept your confession in a heartbeat. He’s even imagined it. Yet, he stands there in shock as you believe he’s trying to figure out how to let you down easy.

“I-I’m sorry.” You splutter out as the inevitable embarrassment of being rejected by your crush sets in. “Okay, well. Have a good practice or-” You look out to the field and realize that they might not even have practice. At this point, you’re tripping over your words and you just want to escape; you need to escape the shell-shocked expression on Sakusa’s face. “I’ll see you around, Sakusa.”

He says nothing as you hurriedly walk back to the pavilion where your best friend is waiting for you. He watches as you disappear from around the stands, and he continues to watch your figure get smaller as you walk away. You finally reach the pavilion and grab Makki’s arm to drag him away.

He feels dread fill his heart at the realization that he just blew his chance with you. Sakusa feels like a coward. How could he have messed this up so badly?

When you reached Makki, the grin on his face disappeared almost immediately when he saw the look on your face.

You’re trying your hardest to keep your cool and you’re trying even harder to push down the humiliating fact that you just got rejected like every other girl who has confessed to Sakusa. You’re accepting the fact — in real time — that you’re not any different from them.

“C’mon.” You grumble and that’s all you can manage to say because you don’t trust your voice. You grab the sleeve of Makki’s robe harshly and pull him along with you.

“What happened?”

“I’m a fool.” You mumble under your breath. “I’m so fucking stupid. Why did I ever think that a guy like him would like me back?”

As you drag Makki along, the two of you are speed-walking to reach the doors of the school. In the process, you get soaked even further than you already were. Meanwhile, Makki’s observant eyes are raking over your face for answers; he’s hoping that he can find some while just looking at your side profile.

The rain pours down on top of you and Makki and you finally reach the doors. You swing them open with such force that the back of the door hits the wall.

At this moment, Makki is too afraid to speak up. He feels guilty because it wasn’t for him urging you to do your dare, you would’ve never been upset in the first place. You wouldn’t have gotten rejected because – Makki knows – you would’ve never found the courage to confess to Sakusa. He thought that if he had dared you to confess, that your dream of a reciprocated love would come true. But he was wrong.

“I’m sorry, (Name). But I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what happened.” Makki finally manages to stop you in your tracks as he stopped following you.

Your back is facing him because you don’t want to cry. You know that if you meet your best friend’s concerned filled eyes, that you will definitely break down. There’s also the fear that he won’t get the hint and will tease you about being rejected.

“He said nothing.” You say dryly. “I told him that I liked him and he just stood there.”

He’s silent for a moment before speaking up.

“He doesn’t deserve you.” Is all Makki can come up with.

Does he comfort you? He’s not entirely sure how to do that. Or should he hit you with the truth? Sure. It’s what you deserve. You deserve the truth and Makki believes that there will be no one great enough to deserve you. Not even Sakusa.

“I’m going back to my dorm.” You whisper under your breath and you don’t care if he heard you.

All you want is to take a warm shower and hide in your room. There’s nothing that can save you from the humiliation you suffered except for solitude.

So you do just that. You rush to your dorm and ignore the sounds of the water dripping onto the floor, the noise that your soaked shoes make, and all the stares along the way. You take a shower and let the water run down your back. Then, you crawl into bed and cover yourself up with blankets for the rest of the day until you fall asleep.

When you wake up the next morning, you contemplate whether or not you’ll visit the library. Will Sakusa be there, sitting in his spot? Will he spare you a pitiful glance once he sees you beeline for your own table? You don’t even want to run through all the possibilities of what could happen because you’ll talk yourself out of going. And you desperately need to go study.

Ultimately, you end up going because you would rather die than lose a day of studying a month before exams.

You walk into the library with your head down, staring at your shoes. You’re terrified that Sakusa’s going to be sitting in that spot, seemingly taunting you with all the ‘could haves.’ Some part of you is afraid that simply seeing him would make you fall into a pit of despair.

He’s not there.

You slump down into your spot with relief, letting your head rest on the back of your chair. You close your eyes, silently thanking whatever higher being for Sakusa not being here at this moment.

But then you hear the sound of approaching footsteps. Your instinct forces you to open your eyes, and like out of your worst nightmare, Sakusa is standing behind you but he’s upside down due to your position.

You feel the bile daring to come up your throat and you want to scream out of frustration and embarrassment. You sit up and turn around to face him, your hands gripping the back of your chair until they turn white. When you say nothing– because what is there to say? – he starts first.

“Hi.” He says awkwardly. “Can I sit with you for a minute?”

You’re confused and he understands. Sakusa isn’t sure how he managed to ruin something so fast yesterday. He’s convinced that everything he touches – he ruins.

He waits for your response and you nod hesitantly, rotating your body as he walks to sit in the chair across from you. When your eyes meet his dark ones, you think that he is avoiding your gaze like he’s nervous. He’s wearing his mask and he unexpectedly wraps his fingers around the string hanging behind his ears, pulling his mask down to show his face to you.

When Sakusa watched you leave yesterday, Atsumu emerged from around the back of the stands where he was crouching behind to listen to your confession. He yelled, “You idiot ‘Omi!” and proceeded to scold Sakusa for being so cold.

Sakusa definitely got an earful from Atsumu, but it brought him back to reality. He knew that he had to fix things with you, even though he’s not used to repairing any damaged relationship in his life; something in him wanted to give this a try.

He knew that he didn’t want to apologize right away in fear that you'd run off. He’d even rehearsed ways in which he’d ask you, but only because Atsumu made him practice – Atsumu knows that he’s not the best with words, but Sakusa is even more inept.

“Would you like to go to this cafe with me?” He asked painfully, averting his eyes to the side because he wasn’t sure he’d be able to ask if he was looking at your face. “I heard that the tea is good there–the flavor that you like.”

Your heart dropped at the question. Is this a pity invite or a cruel joke? No, you deduce, Sakusa wouldn’t be one to take part in such cruel jokes.

“I don’t want you to take me somewhere because you feel like you have to.”

“I want to.” And his attention returns to you. Under his gaze, you feel small, yet you somehow believe him – believe that he’s being genuine.

Is a guy like Sakusa, who is so full of doubt and animosity towards strangers, capable of forming a connection with someone like you?

“Okay.” You nod for yourself while wiping your clammy hands on the material of your skirt. “I’ll go.”

You see his shoulders drop and you realize he’s relieved. You smile unknowingly and he catches a glimpse of your fleeting expression.

“Let’s go.” He says as he gets up, pulling his mask back over his nose and mouth while simultaneously collecting his things.

“Let’s go?” You repeat in confusion.

“Yeah,” Sakusa verifies as he stands by your seat, unintentionally towering over you. “I have to make it up to you.” He mumbles, almost incoherently, behind his mask.

You wordlessly listen to him, packing up your textbooks and other materials to stuff them all into your bag. As you do so, you’re trying to get over the rapid pounding of your heart.

“And you can call me Kiyoomi.”

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