#i really said i would watch haikyuu before summer ends ?? nah

[intergrader]

wow I really said I would post this summer but school starts in a week whoop de doo

#anyways i'm like 60 chapters behind for tcf #and i have not been reading tsctir either #and don't even get me STARTED on the manwhas for any of them #it takes me a long time because i feel the urge to screenshot every other panel (esp in the beginning) bc they were such monumental events #so expect some spam maybe?? lets see if we can catch up in a week #also tokyo ghoul is really sucking the life out of me #like yk that rule i have where i must finish the anime im on before i move on to a new one #ive been stuck on the last few episodes for tokyo ghoul: re for like a year #i still don't really know how to feel about kaneki/haise even though the character development/conflict is amazing obviously #i really said i would watch haikyuu before summer ends ?? nah #intergrader

[pies-writes-and-more]

just friends

word count: 5,393

pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Fem!Reader

warnings: literally all fluff. maybe some swearing lol 

a/n: this literally was supposed to be a short fluffy drabble and turned into a full on fic haha. I wrote a lot of this while I was half asleep so please excuse any spelling mistakes haha. I hope you guys like it! 💕 gif below isn’t mind, creds to the original creator!

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Your window was only open slightly, meant for allowing the cool air to flow in, while also aiding for a certain somebody’s quick escape if it came down to that.

The Fukurōdani Academy Group Summer Camp started tomorrow. Well. Today, if you count the fact that it was already 2AM.

It had originally been 11PM. 3 hours ago, Akaashi Keiji had crawled up the side of your house and tapped his knuckles ever so softly on your window. It had freaked you out for a second until he texted you “Lemme in”, to which you then moved to the window to greet him with a confused look.

“Akaashi, if my parents hear you-” you started, glancing over your shoulder and hoping they hadn’t somehow managed to get to your bedroom door without you noticing.

“Then stay quiet and help me in,” he shrugged, slowly plopping into your room and smiling down at you. “How’s your evening?”

You just stared at him, “Akaashi, it’s late!” You hissed as he crawled into your bed and got comfortable like he was meant to be there. “What’re you doing awake anyways? Don’t you have to be up early for your training camp?”

Akaashi just gave a hum and a nod, patting the other side of the bed he wasn’t currently occupying and giving you a smile. You rolled your eyes and tucked yourself in next to him. It didn’t matter that the two of you were slightly squished, if anything your bed actually felt comfier this way.

Without any more questions, you and Akaashi laid there for hours, whispering as the time ticked by. Your legs slowly tangled together under the sheets and you fit in his side as if you were made to be there.

“What’re you thinking about?” Akaashi asked suddenly, his voice coated with fatigue, eyes lazily opening to look over at you and your pensive expression. It had been so long between topics, you had actually started to think he had fallen asleep.

“What do you mean?” You smiled back at him, your fingers still tracing along the lines on his palm like you had been for the past 10 minutes.

“You’re too quiet to be not thinking. And you’re obviously not sleeping. So what’re you thinking about?” Akaashi explained, interlacing your hands together for a moment. Just to see how they fit.

“Why did you come?” You questioned after a moment, turning to really look him in the eyes this time. Akaashi had such a soft demeanour about him tonight, a gentleness that you hardly ever saw when he and Bokuto were getting up to their usual mischief. But he was always kind and sweet to you, always took a moment of his day to tuck your hair behind your ear, or pluck a piece of fluff off your shoulder. Always put his plans on pause to ask you about your day, texted you about life and school and plans for the future.

His future included nationals. Playing in front of crowds and cameras, screaming fans and loud cheers. His future included volleyball. But you always wondered if there was room for you in that future too.

Akaashi paused, watching your eyes and for a moment, you could’ve sworn he had looked at your lips, a flicker of something different crossing his eyes. “I needed to see you.”

He said it so casually. As if this was normal. As if it was normal for a guy to crawl into a girl’s bedroom and lay in her bed like they were already married.

“I see you practically every day when we’re at school,” you pointed out, brushing a piece of hair from his eyes and trying to determine what he was really thinking because lord knows you could never tell.

Akaashi just stared some more at you, eyes slowly blinking from exhaustion. “I’ll be busy the next few weeks. With volleyball. And I know you’ve got plans for the summer too. I just... wanted to see you before I got all busy. I wanted to just be here with you and pretend like i could come back here.”

“You could,” you added quickly, maybe a bit too quickly, because then he looked at you with surprise. “I like it when you come by,” you admitted to him quietly, sitting up slightly in your bed. “I’m going to miss you while you’re all busy this summer.”

“I can make time,” Akaashi said hurriedly, his teeth tugging on his lips as he sat up with you. “For you. I can make time.”

You look at him with a smile, his thumb grazing over your hand again as he interlaced your fingers together once more. The two of you sat there, both wanting to ask the hovering question that sat buried in your throats.

What are we?

We’re friends, you’d always insist to your friends.

But friends don’t come crawling into your room at the middle of the night to hold you and hold your hand.

We’re just friends, Akaashi had told the team before with flushed cheeks.

But no friend of Akaashi’s had ever made him so nervous, Bokuto pointed out. And friends don’t stare at each other across the room the way you two do.

What are we?

“You should go,” you pointed out as you felt the tensions rising, glancing at the clock. It was almost 3:30AM now. Maybe it was sleep exhaustion or maybe you were just tired of never knowing what you were to Akaashi, but you knew if you didn’t get him out of your room now, you might end up spilling your guts to him.

Had she felt me try to get the courage to confess? Akaashi wondered as he gathered his things, moving to leave from the window again. But not before he wrapped you up into another hug, pressed a gentle kiss on your forehead. Do friends give forehead kisses?

“I’ll miss you,” he stated as he started to climb out the window.

“It’s not like you’re going across the world,” you teased with an awkward sort of laugh. “I’ll come see you guys maybe. When you’re not too busy.”

It could’ve been your imagination, but he seemed to lighten up at this idea. He nodded and pulled his backpack off for a moment to pull a hoodie from it. “To keep you warm when I’m not around,” he told you as he handed it to you. So casual. Like this was just something friends do.

“T-Thanks,” you tried to hide your smile, tried to hide the fact that you wanted to squeal out like a little girl. You held onto the hoodie as he gave you another little wave and crawled out of your house. You held it tighter as he landed on the ground, looking up at you and smiling at you like you were his romantic interest.

Do friends look at each other like that?

When he disappeared from view, you held the hoodie to your chest, smiling as you smelt his cologne or body wash or whatever the hell it was that made Akaashi smell like Akaashi. You crawled back into bed after closing your window tightly and turning off the lights, still gripping onto the hoodie he had left with you.

Do friends miss each other almost immediately after they’re gone? A few days later and there was Akaashi crawling through your window again. You heard the knock on the glass and found him with a tired smile on his face.

“Are you just going to keep visiting me in the middle of the night?” You asked with a giggle, watching him flop into your bed and open his arms asking you to join him.

“I have to look at sweaty annoying boys all day. What’s wrong with seeing a pretty girl every now and then?” He asked as you crawled in. Do friends say things like that to each other?

“Aw it can’t be all that bad,” you insisted, avoiding his eyes as you tried to wave off the compliment. “Bokuto is rather nice to look at.”

Akaashi huffed a bit, tickling your sides briefly until you reminded him in a harsh whisper that your parents were asleep. “Stop thinking about another boy while I’m here with you,” he stuck his tongue out at you playfully.

“Sorry I’ll stick to thinking about them when you’re not around,” you teased, making him poke at your side some more.

Did friends get jealous that easily?

“Why did you come?” You asked him after a while, tracing soft lines with your finger tips down his cheek and jawline, as if carefully measuring out a masterpiece because that’s exactly what he was. “Is the training camp really that bad?”

“Nah it’s alright. It’s fun getting to play with some new teams. Bokuto gets all excited about showing off his skills,” Akaashi responded softly, his eyes closing slowly as the two of you spoke.

“Aren’t you sore? From all your games?”

“Extremely. I’m not going to feel my legs tomorrow that’s for sure.”

“You shouldn’t have walked all this way then, idiot. You’re going to tire out your legs even more.”

“It’s worth it if I get to see you,” his voice was so quiet you weren’t even sure he actually said it. You looked up at him and found his eyes open again, watching you as if gauging your reaction.

Did friends make you feel like your heart would beat out of your chest? Do friends walk all the way to your house in the middle of the night after exercising all day?

What are we?

You wanted to ask, the words forming at your lips. The question was begging to be answered, pleading at your vocal cords to produce some sort of sound.

But what if you were reading into things?

What if friends really do all the things you wondered about? What if you weren’t exactly friends but weren’t anything more either? What if Akaashi saw you as a placeholder. A warm body to be everything a girlfriend could be until he found someone actually worthy.

What if you really were just friends?

Akaashi left a few moments later, groaning softly as he stretched and giving you another exhausted smile as he insisted he’d be back some other time. He traded sweaters with you, pulling out a brand new one for you from his bag and taking the one he had left earlier.

“I’m okay with this one Akaashi, why are you giving me another?” You asked confusedly.

He shrugged and you could’ve sworn there was a blush on his cheeks, “Just cause.”

He wrapped you up in a hug, pressed another kiss to your forehead and slipped out the window. Then spent the whole walk back shaking his head at himself for not saying what he wanted to say.

“Because I like how my clothes smell like you after you wear them,” he spoke aloud into the quiet night. “Because I wanted a part of me to always be with you. Because I don’t want you thinking about Bokuto, I want you thinking about me. Because I wanted to walk all this way to tell you how I felt and I chickened out again.”

The reasons piled into his head and he angrily kicked at some rocks as he walked. Why was it so much easier to think of why when he walked away?

“Because I want to know what we are,” he whispered to himself, stopping his footsteps and staring at the sky for a moment before walking further from you.

More days passed and you couldn’t help but feel disappointed when you didn’t hear from Akaashi as much. He was busy. You were busy. Everyone was busy, you told yourself. It’s not like he forgot about you. Or that he decided to ghost you.

It’s not like he found someone else. It was a volleyball training camp, who could he have found?

You wanted to tell yourself that there wasn’t anyone else and even if there was, it’s not like you had a claim to him anyway. You and Akaashi were just friends.

But you still waited for him every night, looking out the window in hopes he’d come.

Finally you heard a little tap at your window, and there was Akaashi with another tired grin. He seemed like he was glowing more than usual. He seemed bigger, more toned under his jacket.

“I missed you,” you told him shyly and the two of you curled back under the sheets together again.

“I’m sorry,” he sighed, pressing his lips briefly against your forehead. “I got all caught up in training and even after the day is gone, everyone still wants to practice. Even that blond boy from Karasuno seems like he’s getting into it.”

You smiled and nodded, thinking about the few texts that Akaashi seemed to get out to you when he wasn’t so busy, “I’m sure everyone’s training hard for Nationals.”

Akaashi nodded and smiled, shifting so he was lying on his back and staring at your ceiling, “It’s getting really close. We got to be the best we can be.”

“You’re already really good. But I know you guys will win it all,” you beamed up at him excitedly. It was one of your favourite things, watching them play. And these National games always came with such excitement.

“Only if you’re there cheering us on,” Akaashi glanced at you, as if he had asked if you were coming and waiting for you to confirm.

“Of course,” you nodded up at him. “I wanna watch my boys beat everyone! Wipe the floor with them!”

Akaashi smirked and held onto you a little tighter, fingers dancing along your skin gently.

Did friends send tingles up your spine when they touched you? Because you hadn’t noticed it with anyone else but him.

“I can’t stay long tonight, love,” he whispered to you softly after an hour of whispered conversations passed. “I told Bokuto I’d wake up early with him and get some more practice.”

You nodded understandingly, though your heart felt a little as he started to move, “After your camp, maybe we can start doing all those summer things you wanted to do. When you’re not practicing of course.”

Akaashi chuckled and nodded, “Sure. Ice cream, find a beach, go swimming, whoop your ass in a water balloon fight,” he listed off.

You rolled your eyes, shoving his shoulder back as you insisted that he was definitely going to lose a water balloon fight.

His hands grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you into another hug. This time a bit tighter, like he was scared you were fading away, “I’m sorry I can’t stay,” he murmured to you, pulling away slightly to look down at you. “But I promise I’ll come see you soon.”

Why did everything he say always seemed like something a boyfriend would say? Do friends say things like that?

“I know you’re busy, Akaashi, don’t worry,” you told him with a small shrug, staring at your hands nervously.

“Y/N...”

There was something in his tone... something so foreign. You looked up at him and saw nervousness in his eyes, his hands sliding down your arms to hold your hands.

“Yea?”

Akaashi cleared his throat awkwardly, his eyes glancing between yours and your hands.

“I- We...” he started.

What are we?

Three words.

Or maybe he should ask what you wanted you two to be?

Is that too much? Is that too pushy?

What if you didn’t think there needed to be anything more to this relationship? What if he was overthinking it? What if this was just for fun and you really were into Bokuto?

“Are you okay, Akaashi?” You asked after a moment of him stuttering.

“Yeah... we’ll do all those things and more,” he finally managed out, his eyes avoiding yours more now. “Promise.”

You nodded slowly, wishing he would keep holding your hand as you two moved away from each other. He traded sweaters with you again, pressed another kiss to your forehead, and disappeared into the night.

You spent the night wondering what he had started saying. Why was he so nervous tonight? What was it about tonight that made him so awkward? You hadn’t seen Akaashi nervous in a lot of situations. He was always so calm, but not tonight for some reason. Could it be that he was nervous… just like you were? Could it actually be that you two were something other than just friends?

It was the last day of the summer training camp and the smell of cooking meat made Akaashi’s mouth water. He looked around him, carefully calculating exactly what kind of meats he wanted to grab off of the barbecues. He and Komi chatted with Tsukishima briefly about their baby Ace’s tantrums, Akaashi smirking to himself as he watched his idiotic best friend going around with Hinata, drooling over the lunch. 

“When Bokuto told me to swing by for lunch, this isn’t quite what I expected.”

There was a little lurch in Akaashi’s chest, hearing that voice. He swung around to see you standing there, Suzumeda giving you a little wave after she had shown you to where the team was. “Glad you could swing by! It’s not every day we get to hang out with Akaashi’s friend,” she snickered, a teasing tone in the way she said friend. 

You and Akaashi both just looked at her funny before turning back to each other, a smile on your face, “Did you miss me?”

Akaashi just gave you a little smirk, grabbing you by your wrist and pulling you into a hug, “Obviously.” He smiled down at you. “Sorry, did you say Bokuto told you to come?” He asked suddenly, looking around to find a wide smiled owl looking Bokuto behind him.

“I just thought that you’d actually smile a bit if she came by!” Bokuto insisted with a laugh, hands on his hips all proud-like. “Good to see you, Y/N! Must be nice to come by and hang out with Akaashi huh?”

You smiled up at him and moved to pat his head affectionately, “Of course! But I like coming to see you too, Bokuto,” you teased.

Bokuto’s smirk seemed different this time as he gave Akaashi a wink, “Sure but there’s nothing wrong with being here solely for Akaashi so you two have some time together,” he grinn, poking your nose playfully.

Before you could ask him what he meant, questioning his word choices and teasing sort of tone, Bokuto got called across the field, eagerly grabbing a plate with the food.

“Are you hungry?” Akaashi asked, nodding towards the gloriously smelling food. You nodded but stayed at his side, finding the massive groups of boys a little daunting. “I’ll get you something then, you can stay around here.”

“Thank you,” you squeezed his arm gently and he just gave you one of those kind soft smiles before disappearing into the crowd.

“Come on! She’s super sweet, you’ll love her!” Suzumeda was saying, dragging a bunch of girls in your direction. You blinked in surprise, Shirofuku giving you a wave as she also made her way over.

“How you doing, Y/N?” Shirofuku wrapped her arms around you excitedly, squeezing you into a hug. “You should’ve come with us! You could’ve been a big help keeping these boys in line.”

You laughed, shaking your head, “I’m not quite sure I could do what you guys do,” you insisted shyly, smiling at the other girls who were smiling at you. “Hiya! I’m Y/N Y/L/N,” you offered to the new faces.

Soon, you met all the managers from the other schools and it didn’t take long for you all to be laughing and joking about the various attitudes and characters your teams all had.

“Aren’t you hungry, Y/N?” Kiyoko asked suddenly, noting the lack of food in your hand. “We have lots, and I’m sure some of these boys don’t need to have 7 helpings!”

You nodded and glanced behind your shoulder, finding Akaashi yelling at Bokuto for trying to steal all the meat. “Akaashi already said he’d grab me a plate. Figure it’s better than me getting lost in that group,” you pointed out and turned your eyes back to the girls. 

They were all sharing grins with each other, Suzumeda giggling, “Aren’t they adorable?”

You blinked in surprise as they laughed some more, tilting your head, “Who?”

“You!” Ōtaki laughed. “I don’t know Akaashi much but Shirofuku and Suzumeda told me you two really bring the best out of each other.”

You paused a bit more and the Fukurodani girls noted your hesitation, “Sorry, was it supposed to be a secret?” Shirofuku asked with wide eyes. “Leave it to Bokuto to go spilling everyone’s secrets!”

Your eyebrows furrowed more as you glanced between the girls, “I’m so confused. What secret?”

“That you and Akaashi were dating! We heard he snuck away between days here at the summer camp to go see you and that he finally confessed!” Suzumeda explained, her smile getting more and more stiff as you seemed more and more confused.

“Akaashi and I are just friends,” you insisted nervously, heart pounding against your chest. “W-Why would Bokuto tell people that?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we didn’t mean to put you on the spot like that! I thought it was pretty obvious you two liked each other,” Kiyoko admitted, the rest of the girls apologizing profusely. You shook your hands in front of each other, insisting that it wasn’t their fault that Bokuto was being dumb again, your face heating up from embarrassment.

You wondered just how many other people Bokuto had been whispering this news to, but it didn’t take long for you to find out. You excused yourself from the girls, saying you were going to find Akaashi and your food, but really just feeling way too embarrassed to look them in the eye.

You met with a few Karasuno third years, Daichi grinning as he told you that Akaashi had mentioned you before and said nothing but good things.

“It’s really great to finally meet you!” Sugawara had chimed in. “Bokuto told us about your new relationship so congratulations! I have to say, Akaashi seems like he’s smiling more that you’re around.”

You quickly insisted to them as well that you and Akaashi were in fact not dating and that you weren’t quite sure why Bokuto had gone round telling otherwise. The third years apologized on their behalf, sheepishly walking back to their team as you excused yourself yet again.

Even some of the Furkurodani boys grinned at you and gave you a thumbs up, thanking you for making Akaashi smile every now and then. As much as you wanted to take credit for those smiles, you weren’t quite sure how to awkwardly tell them that you and their setter were just. friends.

Did Bokuto not realize that you and Akaashi were just friends? Why was he torturing you like this? It’s not like he didn’t know you were constantly staring at his best friend. You wanted to slip away, hide in a corner, because now it felt like everyone was looking at you differently. You were no longer just a friend of the Fukurodani boys, now you were Akaashi’s girlfriend. You wanted that title more than anything, but not like this. And what would he say when he found out? He’d probably kill Bokuto for insinuating that the two of you were dating because you two were just friends. Just. Friends. And nothing more.

You finally managed to find Akaashi, who was giving a weird look to some of the Karasuno boys, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand, “-who told you that?” He asked, a slight hint of surprise in his voice.

“Bokuto!” A small redhead grinned widely, catching your eye and his eyes widening, “Your boyfriend is so cool!” He yelled at you before stuffing his face with more food.

Akaashi whirled around to see you, both of you sharing a look of what the hell is going on? “I’m going to kill him,” he huffed as he walked over to you, handing you a plate of food. “I’m sorry I took so long but I piled enough on there for the two of us. But… everyone keeps asking me… questions.”

“About… us?” You asked slowly and he just shifted in his stance, nodding slowly. “Me too. Bokuto seems to have a big mouth for things that don’t exist.”

Don’t exist, the words rang in Akaashi’s head as he tried to remind himself that as much as he wanted, you two weren’t dating. He wasn’t sure why Bokuto had it in his mind that you were, or that he could go telling literally everyone around, but he would kill him first and ask questions later.

“Hey hey hey!” Bokuto yelled, as if he felt you two thinking about him and magically appeared behind you two. “How’s the happy couple!?”

“Bokuto, what did you do?” You groaned, not at all hungry anymore even though the food on the plate still smelled incredible.

“Do?” He asked, tilting his head as Akaashi groaned. “Why do you two look so stressed? It’s a BBQ!”

“Bokuto, you idiot. Why does everyone think we’re dating?” Akaashi asked him, flicking his upperclassman in the head. “What did you do?”

“Aren’t you?” Bokuto asked with a furrowed brow, looking between you two. “I thought all those nights Akaashi snuck away, I thought he finally got up the courage to tell you how he feels,” he told you, an oblivious and concerned look in his eyes. “Did he not tell you?”

“N-No,” you managed to get out, your face feeling hot again. What would it take to just forget all of this happened? To forget that Bokuto just insinuated that Akaashi has feelings for you? It had to be a lie right? Akaashi was going to insist that he didn’t have feelings for you and that you two were just friends. You didn’t want to hear it - you’d give anything to just slip away and forget this whole day ever happened. 

“Bokuto, I hadn’t told her yet,” Akaashi sighed instead, shaking his head. 

“You chickened out again?” Bokuto gaped, patting his friend’s shoulder in comfort. “It’s okay, I’m sure it’ll go great when you finally tell her!” He insisted, as if you weren’t standing right there.

“Tell me what?” You asked quietly, watching Akaashi’s somewhat strained expression. Why did he seem so nervous? What did Bokuto mean when he said Akaashi chickened out again? You didn’t want to believe that all of this meant what you thought it meant because getting your hopes up was terrifying. But you stared at him anyways, waiting for someone to explain to you like you were a child. 

Bokuto just grinned, looking between you two as if watching a film and waiting for the ending. “Go on, tell her!” Bokuto insisted to his friend, nudging him towards you.

Akaashi had a flush on his cheeks and he was starting to avoid your eyes. His weight shifted back and forth on his feet as he played with his fingers, sighing quietly, “I didn’t want to do this in front of everyone, Y/N,” he admitted softly.

Your heart was pounding in your ears. This couldn’t be happening now, could it? You were just friends, you were just friends, you were just friends. The words had been repeating in your head ever since Akaashi had first snuck into your room. You two were only friends - there was nothing more. You had to believe that. Because if there was something more, it meant leaving your heart open to be broken. What if he only liked you because you were available? What if he didn’t really see anything in you? What if he moved away after high school and the two of you drifted apart? Losing a friend hurts, but if you two took the next step and then you lost your friend and a lover? It would be devastating. 

“Stop overthinking,” Akaashi stated after a moment, his eyes finally catching yours and seeing that telltale sign that you were spiraling mentally. He took the plate from your hands, setting it on a nearby table so you weren’t holding it for forever. “I like you. I’ve always liked you. I wanted to tell you that night before the summer camp. And every other time that I came to see you. I’ve been wanting to tell you since that day we spent at the park and you kept picking flowers for me. You don’t make me feel like I need to be anything more than me.” Akaashi swallowed hard as he watched your eyes, feeling a little light headed as the words spilled from his lips. “I know we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore, Y/N…”

“You don’t?” You asked softly, biting down on your inner cheek nervously. Was this really happening? Your hands were trembling at your sides, looking up at Akaashi like everyone else had disappeared (though you could still feel Bokuto squirming and squealing beside you, watching the interaction). 

Akaashi just gave you that same smile he always did, taking one of your hands and giving it a squeeze, “I’m tired of always telling people that we’re just friends. I don’t want just any friend in my sweaters and I don’t go climbing into people’s rooms in the middle of the night just because they’re a friend.”

“You did what?” Bokuto gasped, eyes widening but immediately shushing when Akaashi sent him a little glare for interrupting. 

Akaashi took another breath and just shook his head slightly, “I want us to be more than friends, Y/N. So maybe if you’re okay with it, we can start telling people that Bokuto isn’t a liar and that… you are my girlfriend?”

You looked around the space, expecting the sky to be falling or some imaginary creature to randomly show up. Because this had to be a dream right?

“You’re not dreaming, dummy,” Akaashi laughed, seeing the panic in your eyes. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. But I needed this off my chest,” he explained, starting to let go of your hand. You watched as a flash of disappointment crossed his eyes before you grabbed his hand again, squeezing.

“Of course I want to,” you breathed out shakily. “I just… always thought you wanted to be just friends. But I’ve always wanted something more with you.”

Akaashi’s face broke out into the biggest grin you’d ever seen before, pulling you into a tighter hug than he’s ever given you before, actually forcing a breath from your lungs.

“Don’t kill her before your first date!” Bokuto screeched, trying to pry Akaashi’s arms from around you. “God, that took you guys forever! I gotta go tell everyone that I’m not a liar now!” Bokuto beamed, rushing away from the new couple to shout it from the top of his lungs that his best friend finally had a girlfriend.

Akaashi laughed a bit and shook his head, watching his idiotic friend bounce around. “You should eat,” he pointed out after your hug was interrupted by the sound of your stomach growling.

You nodded and smiled up at him, “Only if you eat with me.”

“Of course. Can’t leave my girlfriend to eat on her own now, can I?” He teased, a smile on his face as he realized how easy and natural it seemed to call you that. The two of you walked around before finding a spot to eat, mingling with those around you.

You watched as Akaashi talked to people, so calm and almost unaffected by everything that just happened. But then he’d look at you with a smile, open his mouth for you to feed him and take your hand in his, and you felt like you were falling for him all over again. You couldn’t help but laugh to yourself later thinking about how many people you were going to have to hear “I KNEW IT” from. Because maybe you and Akaashi were just a little bit more than friends.

Okay fine, a lot more.

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[no-brain-just-akutagawa]

i am so curious now, how did aftg get you into bsd?

Oh my.

*record scratch*

You might be wondering how I ended up in this situation.

So it’s not like it grabbed me by an ankle and threw me right into bsd (however it would be just as fitting), but it set off the weirdest plan I’ve ever made. Buckle up, because by the end of this story, you will have lost some brain cells. Also a slight spoiler warning, though I won’t say any names. More under the cut, because it’s quite a long story actually.

So it all begins one random evening in June 2021. I’ve just finished heartstopper like 10 minutes ago and now I’m bored to the moon and back. I think well I’d like to read a book so I check my to-read-later list and there it is. All for the game. Alrigthy, now I’ll be set for at least 3 days, I think and start the first volume. I finish it at midnight, but I want more so I immediately start the second one. At 2 am I fall asleep. I wake up at like 10 am and I finish the second book. I take my dog on a walk, come back and start the third book. By this time my brain is 100% liquid, but it’s the most fun I’ve had in months. I take one more break for a late lunch and some shopping, come back home and finish the last book.

You might think it’s very random like girl why are you telling this story but it’s important for you to know I’ve never read a whole trilogy faster. Like 3 books in 26 hours?? Idk how people do it on a daily basis, I felt like my brain was done for it. So that was special and idk what kind of hormones my brain started producing but I was like I NEED MORE. But of course the trilogy was over and the extra materials weren’t all that interesting, and I ran out of fics to read in like a month. Yet I wasn’t going to give up on my endorfin rush (or whatever it was) so I was like I need to make a plan. Let’s do it strategically.

I made it my summer mission to find something that’ll give me the same emotional experience as aftg, which I call the Rush.

There were 4 important parts of this plan:

people seemed to be comparing this trilogy to anime like the whole industry, so I was like I should probably look for an anime (I’ve seen a few anime before so it wasn’t that big of a potential change)

exy is a sport, so maybe a sport anime? Something set in school?

there are lgbt+ themes, so maybe I’m just in a mood for an lgbt+ story (like always so nothing new there)

there’s mafia – funnily enough I said nah I had watched jojo part 5 before and it didn’t give me that rush, so why would another story with mafia do so (and look where I am now that’s irony, a literal irony)

And so my search began.

I started with a book and it wasn’t it. It was a good book but nowhere near the level of the Rush. Now I was sure it HAD TO be an anime. There was simply no other option (told you, no brain cells were used during this whole process). Funnily enough I went straight to jojo part 4 for idk what reason. Like idk what prompted me to go there but I did. Then I remembered I was supposed to be checking out some sport anime and I went for Haikyuu which gave me some rush but after finishing it wasn’t really lingering, so I continued my search while finishing jojo part 4. As I finished Haikyuu, my instagram began to be flooded by different fanarts and memes, and then I saw a fanart of Langa from sk8 the infinity (thanks algorithm, you did well) and I was like waaaait I've heard about this show. So I sat down to watch it and binged it in one sitting. And I thought yeah that’s it, that’s the Rush. But wait a minute, it’s too short, oh no the Rush is leaving me!!

Conclusion: I need something longer.

So I went back to jojo part 4, which again was a blast to watch (it made me appreciate jojo in all its quirkiness), and it reminded me that dio is a vampire and as you may know, I like vampires. This in turn reminded me that vanitas no carte was supposed to be coming out around this time. So I went to google vanitas no carte but as the first season was still ongoing I was like, you know what, I’ll wait until it finishes before deciding what to do with it. But instagram kept giving me spoilers and I saw people comparing gojo (from jjk, which I also watched in hope to get the Rush but as you can imagine it didn’t click this way) to vanitas and some dude called dazai who was from bsd. I was like hmm bsd reminds me of something else, but I’m a curious goose, so I went to google it, very scared, and it turned out that bsd is actually an anime about a detective agency and not what I expected it to be, and I was like… yeah whatever I don’t care, that's not what I'm looking for.

Now I was sure the rush was gone, I’ve been defeated by my own hubris. I flew too close to the sun and nothing was going to compare. So in that mood I went to tumblr to search for some franz kafka quotes because this man just always gets it. And then I see some people talking about a new chapter and I’m like a new chapter of what exactly?? Hasn’t kafka been dead for like 80 years or something?? A posthumous release? And what is an asagiri? A title? So a googled it and surprise, surprise! I see bsd AGAIN. I’m like you know what I don’t care anymore, people say that the characters are very pretty, so I might as well watch it just to forget about the failure that’s been my very-much-unhiged-with-zero-chance-of-working plan and then I'll go back to my search.

I turn on the first episode and I’m like waaait it’s actually good?? Like yeah silly, but way better than I expected and I feel the mutual understanding between me and Atsushi grow, so that's VERY GOOD. I see the opening and the ending at the end and I’m like oooh do they have any meaningful connections to the plot, because it seems like it? Who are these people? So instead of watching the second episode I decided to do a quick research consisting on going to the wiki and trying to figure out who is that emo dude that seems to take half of the ending for himself and who I'm probably not gonna like (jokes on me, oh jokes on me). And then I see his description with the undead written under the status. I’m like undead?? in what way?? So I start reading about him more and I see that he’s apparently a vampire. And I go WHOA NOBODY TOLD ME THERE ARE VAMPIRES HERE. And so I went back to watching bsd, the Rush came back and it’s been here ever since. I thought it was going to go away, so that's why I made this account to kinda keep myself busy not to lose it, but I still thought it was going to be lost again for some time. And now it’s still going strong and even has a friend in the form of the jojo part 6 Rush, so everything worked out perfectly in the end.

And that’s the story how my dumbest plan produced better results than I could have ever imagined.

And if you're wondering how long this mission lasted - 6 weeks. Literally 6 weeks.

[a quick info: all the things I mentioned are fantastic and I highly recommend them. Rush or no Rush, they are wonderful and I'm a fan of them all!]

#could I just say well it made me feel things so I watched a few anime to feel the same things instead of turning it into a life-changing #summer mission impossible type of deal? yeah sure #but where's the fun in that #also it's hysterical how some people are like vampires? in my bsd? I'm out and then I'm like OMG THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I CAME HERE FOR #it really shows how different people have different tastes in fiction #I really like how in the end everything fell perfectly into place #and if you're thinking girl what were you on?? I'm always this chaotic with everything in life #sorry if this answer was too long haha #asks

[devil-in-the-d3tails]

It’s the End of the World as We Know It - Chapter 1

summary: During the international quarantine in your first-ever pandemic, the people around you slowly begin to disappear. As the world grows quieter and quieter, you find yourself all alone-- no power, no friends, and only one goal: to find whoever of your friends might be left and reunite with them.You're naive to think anything can be that simple. As you're faced with ever-increasing loneliness, you run into some boys who apparently went to the same high school as you. Will you join forces with them to figure out your strange circumstances together, or will you brave loneliness in a world that is slowly crumbling apart?

Link on AO3!

words: 4,452

rating: M - Mature

genre: angst/humor, romance, adventure, apocalypse AU, reader-insert

warnings: sort of depressing content, a smidge of violence, cursing

a/n: hello, hello! this is my first fic for haikyuu (originally posted on AO3), and i wanted to post it on tumblr as well just for shits n gigs. please enjoy!

- Beginning of the End -

It was a Thursday the day everyone disappeared.

The world was quiet outside, but it was loud in your phone, on account of the international quarantine. Everyone was tweeting, making dumb videos, playing video games. You would sit in your room for hours on end, scrolling through your phone as you mourned the loss of your senior year of high school. No prom, no graduation, no more arts and crafts club. It was bad enough that your closest friend group had been disbanded before your senior year even started-- it was just bad luck, but they all left to live in different states while you were left alone in suburbia.

You stayed home with your mom while your dad went to work-- he was considered an essential worker, as he worked in the grocery store. Your mom was much more active than you, constantly cleaning or cooking or going for a walk. It was admirable, but it irritated you how she would always try and get you to interact with her activities. She did it because she was probably worried about you, and she was probably lonely. You were lonely, too-- your friends lived miles away in the vast expanse of the suburbs, and your home was tucked into the fringes of soccer mom society. Your backyard was larger than most, and it was perfect for when you would host kickbacks with your friends. Recently, however, you had no reason to use the large space.

On Thursday, you decided to put down your phone for a while and play fetch with your dog. She was the biggest and fluffiest best friend you’d ever had, a german shepherd named Indie, short for Indiana, as in the archaeologist. You thought the name was fitting, because she could find almost anything with her nose-- you and your mom had trained her to do that a few summers ago.

Your mom had gone on a walk before you decided to play fetch with the dog. You had left your phone on the kitchen table. It wasn’t until the sun began to set and you felt your arm begin to ache when you noticed that she’d been gone for a while.

You gave Indie her stick, though she sniffed and whined at you stressfully. You frowned, and let her inside as you checked your phone. A few notifications from your friends’ group chat:

 4:47pm

Kimi: Anybody else’s power go out?

Callie: omg i thought it was just Ohio!

Kimi: Nah, we got it in Connecticut, too.

Emily: New York, too!

They were asking if you had experienced the same thing.

 6:48pm

Me: i didnt notice, i was playing with indie. wbu, sami?

 Sami had moved to L.A., about two hours from your home, so you guys were able to hang out most weekends if you took the train or if she drove out to you. She didn’t even read the chat.

 6:48pm

Me: bitch i know ur in quarantine smh read my message

[Kimi, Callie, and Emily liked your message!]

 You dialed your mom’s number as you went to turn on the T.V., only to be met with static. You frowned, and surfed a few channels only to be met with more static before you turned it off. Her voicemail blared through your phone speakers, and that was when you started to worry.

You hung up, called your dad.

“Hey, honey!” He answered-- he must’ve been on break.

“Dad, did the power go out?”

“Yeah, for a couple minutes there. Did it happen at home, too?”

“Yeah…” You trailed off. Indie licked your hand, and whined some more. “Hey, mom’s not answering her phone and she’s been on a walk for a while. Like, three hours.”

“Huh.” Your dad let out a contemplative sigh. “Well, I’m sure she’ll be okay. Maybe she’s talking with the neighbors and her phone died.”

“Maybe.”

But maybe not. You had a bad feeling in the pit of your stomach, and Indie could sense it as you sat on the couch. She slowly tried to inch her way into your lap, as she never really had a good idea of her own large size. You just let her and scratched her ear.

“Listen, honey, I gotta go. But we can make mac-n-cheese for dinner, how’s that sound?”

“Good, dad.” You said, biting your lip. “Okay, see you when you get home.”

Then, you hung up, and you waited for your mom.

[-]

When your dad got home, you went out to search for your mom. On your tour of the neighborhood, you came across others who had broken quarantine and were searching for their loved ones, too. Saying they went for a walk, or to the store and they didn’t come back.

Your dad remained the voice of reason, saying things like well maybe their phone died, or this is all just some big prank we’ll all laugh about later. You stayed silent.

[-]

Saturday was when your dad didn’t come home. His car was nowhere to be found, but you didn’t trust yourself to drive your mom’s car just yet. Or rather, you didn’t want to drive it because you didn’t want to be reminded that it was permanently vacant. You walked all the way to the store an hour after he was supposed to have gotten off. Manager Dan wasn’t there, either-- nobody had seen your dad at all that day; he was a no-call, no-show.

You walked all the way back home.

9:52pm

Me: my dad’s gone now too

 10:05pm

Callie: fuck.

Callie: my sister…

 10:06pm

Kimi: I still haven’t heard from Sami.

Emily: Yeah, me neither.

 10:15pm

Me: we should check in every day with each other

[Callie and Emily liked your message!]

 10:32

Me: Kimi?

 [-]

It’s Thursday again.

Emily has stopped answering by now, and the frantic search parties that used to pass by your window every now and again have stopped, too. Even Twitter is quiet-- it seems with every passing day, more and more people go silent. As you lay on your bed with Indie at your feet, you keep refreshing your feed on every social media app, but nothing changes-- all of the posts are old. It feels like your world is shrinking while at the same time expanding into a terrifying void.

 5:38pm

Me: callie?

Callie: im here.

 You breathe a sigh of relief, which turns into a sob into your pillow.

 5:39pm

Me: idk how long we’ll have wifi or even electricity.

Callie: my parents are still here. Come to ohio, seriously.

 You bite your lip. You think about Sami, and how many times she pried the truth out of you when you were sad, how she was the only one who would sing with you at karaoke, how you promised to move to New York together.

 5:39pm

Me: i have to find sami.

Callie: please just come here. We need to stick together.

Me: i’ll find sami and we’ll come to ohio. Then we go to NY to look for em and kimi.

 5:45pm

Callie: okay. Please text.

Me: i will. I promise i’ll come to ohio.

 You bite your lip, and glance at your phone’s percentage: 43%. You sigh, and put it on the charger while you go downstairs to scrounge for breakfast. You only woke up about two hours ago, though you can’t sleep much, anyways. You think to yourself how your mom would be scolding you for waking up so late.

As you eat the last poptart, Indie lays down on your feet. You toss her a couple crumbs, she eats them gratefully. You sigh, and look at your now empty pantry-- you have to try and go to the grocery store, whether you like it or not. You only have your permit, but you know that you’re a terrible driver. Still, you get up and put on shoes and grab your jacket. You probably don’t have to worry about cops or the law anymore, anyway-- you suspect everything has disappeared.

You look at yourself in the mirror; you didn’t think your outfit for the apocalypse would be sweatpants and a hoodie. With a sigh, you change into jeans and a long sleeve, layer a flannel on top of that, and your favorite jacket on top of that. It’s cold outside-- much colder than you’re used to.

Based on the incredible silence on Facebook, you figure that most of the adults have disappeared. As you drive further and further into town, you notice some obvious signs of looting from once pristine houses: trash littering lawns, doors left wide open. You get the haunting realization that you’re perhaps the only person left in your neighborhood. It’s amazing how quickly things can turn in just a few days.

When you pull up to the grocery store, you notice there’s only one other car there-- a white van, stationed by the curb and still running. You actually pull into a parking spot like some kind of society bootlicker, and cautiously put the car in park and turn off the engine.

You watch the van for a moment, slowly becoming hyper-aware of the very real possibility that you might run into robbers. Your stomach growls, and you take a deep breath. You should’ve brought Indie.

Grocery bags in hand, you exit your soccer mom minivan and lock it. Steeling your nerves, you put one foot in front of the other. As if on cue, two figures hurry out of the store, glancing behind them before they notice you. The automatic doors have long since stopped running, so they just pause in the doorway while you freeze on the curb, the fumes from the van tickling your nose.

They’re both boys holding bags you assume to be filled with groceries: both around your age, one of them has gray and black spiked hair, and eyes as wide and aware as an owl’s. The one next to him has dark, short, almost curly hair, and his gaze is calculating and cold.

You take a small step back, unsure of what to say. They seem just as apprehensive, when the van door slides open forcefully.

“Hey, what are you doing? Get in!” Another boy, this one of a larger build than the two in front of you with jet black spiked hair, snaps angrily.

“Kuroo, we have a situation.” The curly-haired boy says evenly, though he’s tense. His knuckles are white holding his bags.

“Huh?” The one who must be Kuroo says, and cranes his neck to the side to spot you. “Oh, shit.”

“U-um…” You stutter out, and you suddenly feel extremely cornered-- it’s three against one, and what if they want to take your car? What if they have some kind of weird cult and need a girl for breeding? “I’m just gonna get some-- some poptarts and leave.”

“Holy shit!!” The gray haired one seems to have broken out of his stupor, and he rushes over to you, dropping his bags and their contents on the ground in order to grab your shoulders. “Another person! A-a girl!”

“Yes, she’s a girl…” The curly-haired one sighs, puts his bags in the van and begins to gather up the other one’s forgotten groceries.

“First one I’ve seen in a while.” Kuroo grins and hops from the car to stand beside the gray-haired one who still hasn’t let go of you. You don’t have the balls to tell him to get off-- you’re not sure how dangerous these boys are. “How long have you been hiding out?”

“Come with us! We’re at the high school.” The gray-haired one beams-- how could he possibly be smiling?

You don’t know what to say, so you look away. Your voice seems to be caught in your throat, and that’s extremely frustrating-- but you’re not about to cry in front of these guys.

“Quit it, Bokuto.” The curly-haired one is eyeing you carefully, though not as if you’re a threat. He seems to be the only one that can actually sense your discomfort. The one that’s holding you-- Bokuto-- sighs, and lets you go, instead putting his hands on his hips.

“We should at least help her.” He points out, and grins down at you. “What’s your name, anyway?”

“She’s not gonna tell you. Let’s just go home.” Kuroo shrugs, and you cross your arms.

You tell them your name, if only to spite the taller one. He turns with a grin, and it only just occurs to you that perhaps, that was reverse-psychology. You huff, and look away with a little bit of a blush.

“Like I said, I just need to get poptarts and some other things and then I’m going back home.” You mutter.

“We’re wasting gas.” The curly-haired one calls, as he has already sat in the front seat.

“Hold on, Akaashi!” Bokuto calls. “Listen, there aren’t anymore poptarts in there. None whatsoever.”

Your heart breaks a little, but you keep it together.

“There’s, like, rice and stuff, but I think that’s it.” He shrugs, and turns to get into the van. You bite your lip--  might as well ask rather than waste your time wandering around all alone.

“Is there any dog food left?”

“Huh? Dog food?” Bokuto is right back in front of you. He and Kuroo speak at the same time:

“You’re gonna eat dog food?” Bokuto says. “You have a dog?” Kuroo says, and the two boys glare at each other.

“Yeah…” You say, though you still haven’t gotten an answer to your question. “I mean, I have a dog.”

“Yeah, it’s in aisle five.” You hear the one called Akaashi tell you, without even bothering to turn to look at you.

“I know that.” You snap-- your dad used to work in this store, you know it pretty damn well. Akaashi glances back at you then, probably a little surprised by your defensive tone. You huff, annoyed at yourself for being so touchy. These were the first people you met after about three straight weeks in quarantine, and they might be the only people left for miles. You need to play nice.

“My dad works here.” You explain, looking down at your shoes. Kuroo nods, exchanges a glance with Bokuto. “Well, he used to.”

A silence falls over the group-- they know. You all know, now, what it’s like to lose a parent, or any loved one, for that matter. You blink quickly to fight back any tears that might threaten to escape.

“We’re staying at Karasuno High-- it’s the high school near Flat Top.” Kuroo says. “If you want to join us, we’re kind of setting up camp there.”

“There’s more of us!” Bokuto explains. “We’re gonna find some mattresses after this to bring ‘em back so we can all stick together.”

“Oh, cool.” You say half-heartedly, unsure of why exactly they’re inviting you over as if it’s some kind of fun sleepover. “Wait, you guys went to Karasuno?”

“Yeah! You, too?” Bokuto lights up, and you look at the three boys a little closer, though you don’t seem to recognize them.

“Yeah… but I don’t think we were in the same circles.” You finally smile a little, albeit sadly, now that you’re remembering all the things you’ll never be able to return to now that school and society are essentially gone.

“You ever go to any volleyball games?” Kuroo asks, obviously encouraged by your smile. You shake your head.

Akaashi has exited the van by now with a sigh, coming to stand beside his two friends as he takes a look around. “We need to get going. If you want to join us, you know where to find us. But it’s gonna be dark soon.”

That seems to smack some sense into the other two, and they exchange glances with one another. Kuroo nods, Bokuto sighs, and the two get back into the van. Akaashi pauses, and you accidentally lock eyes with him.

His gaze betrays nothing, and you wonder for a moment how he ever became friends with these two. He reaches into the van, and pulls out a familiar blue cardboard box, gives it to you.

You take the poptarts, and glance up at him questioningly-- he puts a finger to his lips with just the hint of a smile. You smile back.

“Listen, it’s great you have a dog-- keep him close. And get home before it gets dark. And…” He glances to the side uneasily. “Get a baseball bat or something.”

A chill goes up your spine at that last part, and you frown, but nod to the boy in front of you anyways. He returns the nod, and gets in the back of the van. You both share a glance at each other one more time, and it feels as if he wants to say something more, but he doesn’t. He just slides the door closed, and Bokuto waves to you out the window.

“Byee! Hopefully we’ll see you later-- hey, where’d you get those poptarts?!” Bokuto’s voice fades away as the van drives off, and you are once again left alone.

[-]

You gather a fair amount of stuff-- rope, for some reason is included in your loot. You always saw people in the movies get rope, so you figure you’ll find some use for it.

There aren’t any baseball bats, but you do find a hammer and a paring knife. It’s small, but better than nothing. You load up on the dog food, and even manage to haul two huge bags of kibble into your car. As you load it up, you can’t shake the feeling of someone watching you. Even though you look around and make certain that you’re the only person present, the feeling doesn’t go away. You sort of wish you’d gone with those boys now.

You aren’t surprised when the street lights don’t turn on, but you take that as your signal to leave. Even though you want to scrounge for more supplies, you don’t want to risk it. Akaashi’s words of warning hang over your head like a humid fog.

As you drive home, you can’t stop chewing on your lip. Even with your headlights on, it’s hard to see, but you don’t want to turn on your brights and draw more attention to yourself. Just get home, lock the doors, and check in with Callie.

You park the car in your backyard because the garage door won’t open-- the power’s finally gone out. You close the backyard gate and lock it as soon as you’re out of the car, but somehow you still feel uneasy.

As you enter your dark home, you softly call out Indie’s name, and you hear her scamper up to you.

“Good girl,” You whisper, and scratch her ear. You decide to leave the larger groceries in the car for now, as you don’t want to go back outside and keep making trips of transferring the supplies into your house. For now, you need to sleep so that you can ignore the hunger in your belly and stretch out your rations just a little further.

Indie guides you up the stairs and into your bedroom as you set your bag down heavily. You come across your phone with dismay, finding that it hasn’t charged at all since you left, and is now at 7%. You bite your lip, and open up the almost abandoned group chat.

 9:57pm

Me: callie im gonna come to ohio soon. I think we are gonna lose connection tho. Idk if this will even send, but ill see u in ohio. I love you.

 The message doesn’t send. You shudder out a sigh, and you’re grateful when Indie nuzzles into your side.

Your phone finally shuts off, though it’s useless now, anyway. You crawl into your bed and Indie curls up next to you, and you fall into an uneasy sleep.

[-]

“Shh!”

You jolt awake at the hissing sound that’s coming from downstairs. Indie is tense and alert, and she licks your elbow. You sit up, and vaguely note the time: 3:37am.

There’s some shuffling, and you see the beam of what you assume to be a flashlight shakily illuminate the walls downstairs. You didn’t close your bedroom door when you came in, because you assumed that you were alone.

‘Stupid…’ You think to yourself as you grip Indie’s collar. She begins to growl, but you shush her quickly, though she flattens her ears back at you. Letting out a shaky breath, you crawl off of your bed as silently as you can manage, and reach for the hammer and paring knife in your bag.

Indie follows you as you venture into the hallway, and you perch behind the bars of your stairs as the hushed conversation down below becomes clearer.

“Just find whatever food you can and let’s go.” A deep male voice cuts through the silence.

“We need to check the car! There’s nothing here.” A stranger male voice answers, and giggles. “We should find the girl instead.”

You tense, and grip the hammer a little tighter.

“I don’t care about her. I just want her stuff.” The deep voice asserts, and you wonder what you should do next. Storm downstairs and hammer them to death? You’ve never fought anybody before, let alone killed someone. Your hands are becoming clammy, and you don’t notice the pregnant pause in the conversation downstairs.

It isn’t until you see a head of brown hair come into view that you’re snapped from your thoughts. Indie can’t help herself-- she barks, and bolts down the stairs before you can stop her. The two boys yell in surprise, and you watch as she tackles the tall one with brown hair. Meanwhile, the other one comes into view-- he has large, droopy eyes with spiked red hair, and he looks excited when he catches sight of you.

“There she is!” He coos, and begins to walk upstairs. You gasp, and you know in this split second that your home is no longer yours-- you need to get away. In one fluid motion, you run into your room to grab your single bag of groceries. It’s heavy, but you don’t notice as adrenaline rushes through your veins.

When you turn to run down the stairs, the red-head catches you by both of your upper arms. He licks his chapped lips, and your knee jerks out to hit his groin. He yelps and doubles over, and you fly down the stairs.

“Indie!” You whistle, and she actually bounds from the living room over the couch, to skid by your side. You swipe the car keys off the counter, rip the sliding glass door open, and use the fob to unlock the car. You open the passenger for Indie, she leaps in as you toss the bag and your hammer and knife in behind her, you slam the door closed, and hop over the hood of the car.

As you turn to open the driver’s side door, you watch as the red-head runs in slow motion from your stairs to the exit to your backyard. You don’t breathe or shake as you turn the ignition, throw the car in reverse, then drive, and plow through your flimsy backyard gate as you push your little soccer van to its limits.

Tires skid as you swerve onto the street, and you press down so hard on the gas, that a few minutes later, you don’t register that you’re going 90 miles an hour in the suburbs. Houses pass you at incredible speed, and you ease up on the pedal when Indie licks your cheek. You stare straight ahead, and subconsciously, you drive towards your high school. Those three boys were nice to you-- they warned you, and you didn’t listen. They even tried to help you and include you, and you flat out denied them.

You slam on the brakes as you turn into Karasuno High’s parking lot. It’s only now that you realize that you didn’t fasten your seat belt, and you shut off the car with a shaky breath. The front of the school looms over you, and you wonder for a moment if they’re even here-- was it all a joke? What if they turn you away because you were such a bitch earlier? No matter how many scenarios you run through your head, you come to the same conclusion every time: you can’t go back home, and you’re already here, so you may as well investigate. You grab your hammer and get out of the car, and Indie follows behind. You close and lock the doors, pocketing the keys, and turn towards the school you’ve known for three and a half years.

The front gates are locked, of course. You wander the perimeter of the school, Indie trotting beside you the whole way. The school looks different in the dark-- it feels different, too. It’s like you’re walking in a dream, or some sort of in-between space. You shouldn’t be awake, and you definitely shouldn’t be here, but you are. It’s strange. Everything is bathed in moonlight, so it’s all a very specific shade of blue that makes you feel like you’re underwater.

You come upon the gym in the back of the school, and you’re startled to hear voices coming from inside. You tip-toe up to the doors, and Indie sniffs curiously. 

“If your leg gets cut off, would it hurt?”

“Please just go to sleep.”

“Duh!” A third voice chimes in, and the second voice groans.

“How, though?” The first voice presses.

“‘Cause your leg got cut off, dumbass.” Third voice answers.

“Where’re you gonna feel the pain?”

“In your leg…” The third voice trails off.

“Exactly, man. How’re you gonna feel the pain in your leg if--”

“--if your leg is gone?!” The first and third voice finish together, and you hear the second person groan.

“I’m going outside.” He says, and as his voice gets louder, you stumble away from the door just as it opens.

You blink rapidly and your jaw drops-- Akaashi stands in front of you, brows furrowed and eyes wide. You can’t believe they’re actually here.

“Akaashi?” Someone calls from inside. Akaashi opens his mouth to respond, but glances at Indie when she sniffs his hand curiously. He pets her absent-mindedly as his gaze wanders back to yours.

Bokuto and Kuroo pop up behind him a second later, and they’re just as surprised as Akaashi. Indie sniffs them in turn, and her tail begins to wag.

You drop your hammer with a thud, and sniffle like a toddler before letting out a sob you didn’t know you’d been holding.

“C-can I stay with you?”

#haikyuu fanfiction #hq fanfiction #haikyu fanfiction #akaashi x reader #kuroo x reader #iwaizumi x reader #oikawa x reader #bokuto x reader #reader insert #haikyuu x reader #slow burn

[kuroo-tetsurou-is-perfect]

The Playground's Novice Manager

Comin at you with ANOTHER HAIKYUU LN TRANSLATION

This one is about the new first year manager for Johzenji.  Her name is Runa-chan and she is a sweet little bean who must be protected.

Story under the cut, enjoy~~~

Johzenji High School was in the middle of a bitter fight.  It was the Spring High Volleyball Miyagi prefectural deciding tournament, and their first opponent was a team that had only recently made a name for themselves, Karasuno High School.      

Johzenji had some strong and unconventional opening moves in their attack, but their opponent had bared their teeth in return.  Then came the moment that they tried to imitate the synchronized attack that Karasuno demonstrated, and completely failed, losing the first set.  And now they had their backs to the wall in the second set.  Johzenji's typical clever schemes and surprise attacks were beginning to show signs of impatience, and soon their plays became out of synch.      

Recieves, scoring, serves, and spikes all continued to land out.      

Six people on the court, and each one was spinning his wheels and getting nowhere.  Like a shirt that started off on the wrong button, they were completely unable to connect right.  If they kept on like this without being able to shake off this block, the point gap would only widen more and more--.    

Clenching her small fist in the Johzenji cheering section on the second floor of the gymnasium stood a girl, the team's young manager, watching the match.  She was a first year named Kuribayashi Runa.  She had just barely joined the volleyball team, and she didn't understand what was going wrong, why they weren't scoring points.  That being said, she knew the players' impatience and irritation could be painfully bad.     

Then, she saw her senpais' faces change.     

She could see the director calling for a time out.  The setter, Futamata, smacked the ball hard across the net.  Then the ball crossed the end line, and the whistle blew.  Kuribayashi worriedly watched them gather around the bench, exchanging mutual encouragement, then suddenly narrowed her eyes in confusion.     

"......What?"     

The bench looked odd.  The director wasn't there, and her senpai manager, Misaki, was standing before the players and starting to say something.  After the court changed sides, the bench was distant from the Johzenji cheering section, so she couldn't hear Misaki's voice, but--     

"Senpai is, scolding them....?"  

******

Which day of which month it was, she had forgotten, but she remembered that it was the day that they started wearing summer clothes to school.  She had just advanced in her homeroom course, though it felt like only yesterday she was taking her entrance exams......but that was hardly a surprise anymore.  She had stopped comparing the school regulations and subjects one by one to her middle school experience as well.  From the high school buildings, to the lessons, to the new teachers, she had gotten used to all of them, and high school had lost its fresh taste. But Kuribayashi Runa found herself enjoying the everyday routine of Johzenji High School in its own way.

That day, that moment in early summer after school, Kuribayashi was getting ready to leave for home when she peeked into her locker and noticed something, her head tilting to its side.

"What's this?"

A classmate, who she had promised to walk home with,  called out, "Runaaa, what's the matter?"

"My jersey isn't here."

"What happened, did a bully take it or something?"

"Nah, I probably forgot it in the changing room after P.E.....I think.  I'll go grab it.  You'd better go home without me."

"Aww, you sure you don't want me to wait?"

"It's fine!  If it's not in the changing room, I'll have to spend time looking for it, and I don't want to keep you waiting that long," Kuribayashi said, waving goodbye to her classmate.  The collar on her brand new summer clothes rustled as the sound of her running feet echoed in the hallway.

The uniforms and bags of the go-home club, the jerseys and practice clothes of the exercise club--the school entrance was packed with students as Kuribayashi weaved through them past the school store, which was preparing to close, to the gymnasium.  She faced a closed iron door, the sounds of bouncing balls and calling voices emanating from within.

"Ready and.....hngh!"

After putting all her body weight into opening the heavy front door, a ball came rolling right through the opening.

"Huh?"

The colorful blue and yellow ball collided with her feet.  She paused a moment, but no one came to retrieve it.  Was it okay to take the ball to whoever had lost it?  Or no, maybe it would be better to just leave it as is.  Uncertain whether she was allowed inside, Kuribayashi stood in front of the entry door, nervously peering into the gymnasium.

There was a green net suspended from the ceiling separating the gym into two parts.  The opposite side of the room was for basketball, and her side, with a net sandwiched by people tirelessly pursuing a ball was for volleyball...probably?  That's what it looked like they were playing, though it seemed different from the way the boys had played when they were messing around in her gym class.  There was a more serious feeling to it, so it was probably the school team.  Everyone's voices were really loud, and it was a little intimidating.

The ball probably belonged to those people.

Kuribayashi picked up the ball at her feet that no one had come to retrieve.

Then again, the atmosphere didn't exactly lend itself to her calling out to anyone, so she ended up holding the ball in her arms and watching the club activities.

The rubber soles of shoes made squeaking sounds as they collided with the floor, a sound different from ordinary shoes.  Maybe that's why the way they moved was different too.  Everyone was moving with their whole bodies in big motions.  What was the word for it?  Dynamic, that's how they were moving, dynamically.

"Not too long ago, they ranked in the best four at the Interhigh, you know."

She quickly turned toward the voice that addressed her, to find a female student wearing a jersey right beside her.

She seemed like an adult, probably a first or second year senpai.

"Ah, umm, that's really amazing," Kuribayashi responded straight away, though truthfully she wasn't exactly sure what "Interhigh" meant.

But she had said something about them being the best, so that must be an impressive achievement.  Or so she thought.  But at her response, her senpai in the jersey adopted a strange, delicate look on her face.  "......Yeah, they've gotten strong."

That face wasn't the face of someone who was happy about the strength of their own team.  Kuribayashi worried that maybe she had said something wrong, and, flustered, tried to come up with a word or two to backtrack and cover up her mistake.

At that moment, a ball came flying through the space between them.  It was fast.  At the same time a boy of large build also came flying after the ball.

"My bad!!"

He didn't exactly jump gracefully--it looked like his face was about to collide with the floor, like an unflying paper airplane taking a nosedive to the ground.

".........!"

Without saying anything, Kuribayashi stiffened as right in front of her, the ball went up in the air with a thwap.  Then in a big arc, it flew toward the net.  The boy she thought was going to fall on his face somehow managed to make a soft landing and quickly rushed back to the net.  Before he landed, did he hit and send it back?  It must have happened right before her eyes, but she still didn't understand how it happened.

Her eyes followed the back of the running player who continued with the rally as if nothing had happened, and she muttered, "That was amazing......"

"Are you curious?"

"Eh?"

"Right now we're recruiting for a new manager.  If you're curious, want to join on a trial basis?  I'm the manager right now, but since I'm a third year I'll be retiring soon."

Kuribayashi quickly looked to her senpai making an out-of-season canvassing attempt, then back to the court.  The strong-looking, and a little scary-looking boys were jumping around chasing after the ball.  Flecks of sweat could be seen flying and scattering from their hair.  School had only just gotten out, and they were already soaked with sweat.

Kurobayashi felt a little out of place as the only one in the gym still in her school uniform, and she handed the ball she was holding over and said apologetically, "But I don't even really know what sport this is......"

"Huh?  What they're playing right now is volleyball, you know what that is."

Kuribayashi, flustered, looked back toward the court one more time.

This was volleyball?

"But the volleyball we play in gym class has more people... umm, five I think?"

"Six," her senpai corrected without a pause, and Kuribayashi flushed in embarrassment.  If she didn't even know how many people were supposed to be on the court, how could she possibly become the manager?

Her senpai manager continued.  "Usually, volleball does use six players."

"So this is... not usual volleyball, then?

At Kuribayashi's words, her senpai smiled.  "This is practice.  They're doing their two-on-two training."

Volleyball was typically six-on-six.  What they were doing now was practicing with two-on-two, in order to widen their range and change the extent that they relied on each other for support.  It also made them chase the ball more assertively, and taught them to look for more opportunities to make spontaneous attacks, she explained.  However, watching the team members jump and tumble about while chasing the ball, one couldn't help but get the feeling that they were just romping and playing around.

"They remind me of the kids in my neighborhood with the way they're playing," Kuribayashi said.

At her frank words, her senpai giggled, but then her face changed to that same delicate expression she had before.  "Exactly.  For these children, this is their playground."

"Playground......?"

It wasn't as though Kuribayashi was unathletic, or that she had poor control over her body; but then, she wasn't part of any sports club either.  Every time she was asked to join a club, rather than declining up front, she would just decline to answer.  But somehow, talking to her manager senpai now, she had a feeling that she wanted to hear more.

With everyone on the team working hard to their utmost extent, she wasn't really sure if just a hunch was really enough of a reason to join, but she turned to her senpai and, with no further consideration, said "I'll try it," and completed her club entry registration to become the new manager on a trial basis.

Thinking over it, she had already more or less gotten used to school, and maybe it would be good to try a new thing, or maybe it was just that she was feeling a little fickle with the change into the new summer clothes.  Whatever the reason, she knew she wouldn't regret the decision.

******

If she thought that joining the club on a "trial basis" was going to be easy-going, she was wrong.

The job of a manager involved management of the club budget and maintenance of the equipment, coordinating the rotation the gymnasium, keeping track of the score, keeping track of the practice times, picking up balls and taking out balls, et cetera.  From routine tasks to supporting the team, she hardly had time to take a breath.

And of course she couldn't neglect to properly learn the rules of the game.  Even though there were lots of things she didn't know, she had lots of help from third year manager who recruited her, Misaki, and each day she was able to manage somehow or another.

While she was tackling the jobs of being a proper manager well enough, there was the small matter of figuring out how to deal with the club members.  The boy's volleyball club members, not to mention the female manager, all tended to communicate by bantering like grade-schoolers, and it left Kuribayashi completely baffled.

Still not used to it, Kuribayashi was quickly getting ready to leave for the day, when as though aimed at her, several balls rolled her way.  One by one she picked them up and tossed them back to the captain, Terushima, and the other club members with him.  "Thanks, Runa-chaaan!" they called back to her, laughing.  They really were a little scary.

Afterward she understood; they must have been throwing the balls to the helpless Kuribayashi on purpose, just to watch her feeble form and laugh at her.

Other than just the volleyball club members, the members of other clubs were scary too.

When she was carrying heavy things, like the water jugs and such, she would hear, "Runa-chaaan, let me help youuu.  I'll take it, I'll take it~" and Terushima would come and grab whatever she was holding.  Occasionally when that would happen, a passing girl from the basketball team would glare at him for some reason.

"Terushima, aren't you the captain or something?  You don't seriously have to carry the water jug yourself, right?"

"Shut up!  I want to do it, so back off!  Runa-chan is different from you lot, she's weak!"

"What's that supposed to mean?!  Terushima you seriously piss me off!"

While listening to her senpai's exchange, Kuribayashi could do nothing but curl up and apologize, "Sorry, sorry," over and over again.

Some days were especially different from the usual, and she would wish that they wouldn't think of her as an obstacle, but on the days when they were really intolerable, Misaki would break in and stop them.  But it seemed like Terushima didn't listen seriously.

******

Some months later, on a day after the summer uniforms were retired because of the cold, it was after practice.  Kuribayashi was in the corner of the gym shining a ball, when Terushima came over with a wide grin and called out to her.  "Runa-chaaan, let me escort you home, we can walk together~"

"Eh....."

Trying to think of a way to refuse him without being rude, she stood there with rag and spray can filling both hands at a loss for words, when Misaki came to her rescue.

"You guys are always doing things like that, cut it out before you scare her.  She's our precious recruit, too....  Just ignore them, Runa-chan.  Come on, let's go."

"R- Right......"

"It's not like we're trying to scare her.  I just said I'd escort her, that's all!"

Ignoring the sulking Terushima, Misaki started helping Kuribayashi tidy up balls.  But Terushima, completely undeterred, cut in front of the managers again and peered into both their faces.

"Ummm, so lately, I've been thinking.  I'd really like to eat onigiri made by Hana-san and Runa-chan!"

".....If you're hungry, why can't you just go to the school store and buy something?"

"I don't want the school store onigiri though!  The vendor changed this year or something, even the bread isn't as good now!"

Terushima seemed very proud of his complaints about the taste of the school store food, but he must have realized to some extent that his secret intentions were completely obvious, because it didn't take long for him to run away to his teammates.  While lightly glaring at his receding form, Misaki muttered, "....When Okudake-kun was here, this sort of thing never happened."

"Right, he was one of the third years."

All of the third years retired after the Interhigh, all except for the manager Misaki alone.  Misaki stayed on with the players, since she didn't have a kouhai to replace her, and without a successor she could hardly abandon the team.  Perhaps she decided to stay on until the Spring High because she was a little worried about Terushima and the others that remained on the team.

Misaki took a ball in her hands, and as though remembering something that had happened long ago, said, "Yeah.... We weren't quite as strong as we are now, but everyone played seriously, like they meant it.  Ah, but the second years now, during practice they really do play to their best."

Adding a few more words of explanation, Misaki's face reminded Kuribayashi of the day she first saw the volleyball club.  "They've become strong," she said with that same delicate expression on her face.

Kuribayashi asked without thinking.  "...The way things were before, was that better?"

"Huh?"  Misaki was a bit taken aback, then she turned her eyes toward her boisterous team members.

Last year's Spring High, the time that Terushima and the others joined the club was the same time that the coach changed. The old Johzenji that operated with fortitude and sincerity couldn't boast any spectacular achievements, but that suddenly changed explosively.  Maybe the style of the new coach just meshed well with the character of the new club members.  Either way, they won and advanced through the tournament with great force.

Then they lost the steadily accumulating foundation of the third years with their retirement, and Misaki had the feeling that the style of just going with the flow might be dangerous going forward.

"Oi!  Everone, over here!"

On the court, Terushima tossed a ball into the air and called the rest of the team members together.

"All right, let's play some dodgeball!"

"Yeah!"

They were supposed to be tidying up.  Or so she thought before they all moved to keep playing, utterly stunning Misaki, who groaned, "Ugh, what now...."  Before the club members, spearheaded by Terushima, could go any further, she called out to them. "Hey!  Hurry and clean up this mess.  We have to get the gym closed up...."

"Heyyy, we're not just playing around.  Whatever you end up doing, if you have the mindset of practice, it can become practice you know!"

"Don't give me any of your childish arguments."

Noticing Misaki's less-than-pleased face, the other club members, grumbling complaints all the while, finally started tidying up.  The basketball team was already going home, calling "Later~" and waving to their acquaintances on the volleyball team.

"The volleyball club is always the last to leave," Misaki scolded, then turned to look at Kuribayashi slightly smiling on the side.

"It's true, they sometimes act like grade schoolers, or even kindergarteners.... But when you see these kids play, it's so fun it's ridiculous.  I actually really like them then."

Kuribayashi was taken aback.  Even though Misaski had never actually said, "the way before was better," she complained and grumbled about the current club members so often.  The words "fun" and "like" come out of her mouth now was something Kuribayashi never thought she would hear.

"Fun, huh...?" Kuribayashi asked without thinking.  Misaki asked her a question in response.

"Runa-chan, don't you think club activities are fun?"

"....Well, a little, but there are a lot of scary moments," she responded honestly, without thinking.  To explain further, she continued, "Um, when I was in grade school.... The boy in the seat behind me would always tear his eraser to pieces and throw them at me, and I would always worry--if he threw something other than bits of eraser at me, what would I do?  It made me nervous all during class, and lately I've been feeling the same way I felt back then....  Ah, not that erasers are going to come flying at me, but...."

"Sigh.... they really do always give off that feeling, don't they?" Misaki said with a wry smile, glancing over to the club members to make sure they weren't messing around.  After a little while, she asked Kuribayashi.  "Runa-chan, you haven't seen an official match yet, have you?"

"Eh, um, that's right."

Kuribayashi joined the club after the Interhigh.  The one time she actually saw a match, it was a practice match with a neighboring high school, and she hadn't really gotten a grasp of the rules yet.  The next time Johzenji was set to appear in a public match was this October, during the Spring High representative deciding tournament.

"If you saw them play, I don't think they'd scare you."

"....Is that so?" Kuribayashi asked doubtfully.

Misaki looked back at her and nodded.  "Yeah.  I think so."

After they had finished tidying up and left the building, it was completely dark, and the evening wind was uncomfortably cold.  At the time she had joined the club, it was still pretty light out at this time.  Kuribayashi fastened her jersey all the way up to the top.

"Bye everyone."

"All right, don't catch a cold."

Kuribayashi dipped her head at Misaki, who was waving goodbye, and then with quick feet hurried down the walk home.  She was going to get home early, eat a meal, take a bath, then she'd have to work on her literature homework.  But she couldn't go to bed late, she had to make sure she was in time for morning practice.  She was wondering what other people used their time for as she walked, when she heard loud voices coming from behind her.

"---are you serious?  Nah bitch that was you!"

"The hell it was!  You're the one who's so full of yourself."

Evidently Terushima and the other boys on the team had come outside.  Outside of club activities, they were always shouting like that.  It wasn't that they were actually quarreling, she knew they weren't serious, but the rough way they talked still scared her a little every time.  So much mental strain...

Hearing their boisterous voices draw closer, Kuribayashi subconsciously held her breath, as though perhaps by stopping her breath her body would disappear too, but sure enough they quickly found her.

"Oh hey, Runa-chaaan!  Are you okay on your own?  We can escort you home if you want!"

"Um-m, no, I'm fine on my own."

"You sure?"

"Y- yes, I'm good.  Thank you though."

"Tchhh, boringgg.  But if I bug you any more, Hana-san will yell at me again.  Whatever, see you tomorrow!"

"Ah, yeah.  See you tomorrow."

Bouncing and waving goodbye, the matched set of jerseys receded into the distance.  Calls of "What the hell was that?" and "Shut up!" could be heard from the group, as well as the sound of someone getting hit with a bag.  As she watched their shadows disappear into the darkness, Kuribayashi thought.

It felt like she just collided with a small typhoon...

It wasn't like she always felt completely unwilling to deal with them, but at the same time she wondered about this group of constantly running around and yelling boys; how could they possibly be different during a match?

If she saw them play, would she really think they're not scary anymore?  And why?

In an official match, what would be different than the usual?

While walking down the road filled with the sound of autumn insects, thoughts of the matches she hadn't seen floated through Kuribayashi's head.

******

The 30 seconds of time out went by in the blink of an eye, and the whistle calling the players back to the court sounded.  When she saw the condition of the players returning from the bench, it soon became clear that that mere 30 seconds had been an invaluable 30 seconds.

No longer did the players' faces show signs of impatience and irritation, but rather a new sense of resolve.

The game had resumed.

They were at a disadvantage, but you couldn't tell from the way the frivolous club members' plays once more started to get into gear.  Johzenji's staple reckless and free attacks, no matter where they came from or who hit them, were starting to stick, and they were once again playing wild and free.

The point difference of 11 to 17 from before the time out started to shrink bit by bit.

She wondered what Misaki said to them.  Her teammates were all playing without hesitation, and able to do as they pleased on the court.  The reckless and thoughtless attacks from before were no more.  They were thinking, and making sure, and then moving and outwitting their opponents all over the place, making sport of Karasuno's attacks.

Then it was 20 to 24.

At a four point spread, it was Karasuno's match point.

For Johzenji there really was no turning back; if they chose a safe, steady attack here, they were done for.

Four people on the court started moving at once.

It might become their very last play, and they chose...once again, the synchronized attack from before.  It was the same play that they tried to imitate during the first set,  using a copy of their opponent's killer technique to take them down!  Or so they must have been thinking, again trying to copy that same technique.

The setter Futamata's toss went to the left, and the one who came in to hit it was the ace, Terushima.

With only one blocker on him, Terushima spiked it.

The ball flew, hitting the ground extremely close to the end line.  Karasuno's team members all turned to look over their shoulders at the point of impact.  The line judge raised the red flag--it was out. 

Come on, come on, come on, Kuribayashi had been thinking with her eyes fixated on the match, forgetting to even breathe.  It was only when the whistle blew indicating the end of the match that she finally exhaled.    

"You've gotta be kidding...."

It was reckless, but they were a team that never backed down from doing as they pleased.  During the entire match, Kuribayashi hadn't once felt scared of them.  They were like completely different people, all serious and cool.    

When they came to do their greeting to the cheering section, she clapped as hard as she could, but when she saw their faces contorted with seething rage, her breath caught in her throat, and she realized she was wrong.    

".....Nope.  This is the scariest they've ever been."    

The other first year club members in the cheering section all got up together and started descending to the ground floor.  There was nothing for the defeated party to do but leave.  Kuribayashi also hurried to stand up.  Then she took one more look at the court, at the figures of her teammates leaving it, searing the image into her memory, before turning on her heel and following the rest of her club members.    

Coming out into the first floor hallway, she saw the players, then the coach, and finally Misaki walking towards her.  Kuribayashi, unable to say anything, silently stood behind the first year members.    

"Ah, Runa-chan."    

She may have been hiding, but Misaki found her and rushed over to her side.  She handed the scoreboard over to Kuribayashi and quietly said, "From the next match onwards, you have the reins, Runa-chan."    

"Right...."   

"Are you still scared?" Misaki asked.  Over her shoulder, Kuribayashi could see the her teammates drenched in sweat.  Their bodies were still stiff with fighting spirit, and they walked in silence with a sense of seething excitement still radiating off of them.  Compared to the usual boisterousness, these were like completely different people.   

Good work today--or no, it was a good match--but no, any words like that would just be flatly refused, would just be wrong right now.    

Right now, to even think about losing was--   

Kuribayashi, without averting her eyes from the backs of her teammates, said in a small voice, "No.  .....Next time, we'll definitely win."   

That thin voice, concealing a strong spirit, startled Misaki for a moment, then she tightly pursed her lips and nodded.    

"Yeah."    

She clapped the new manager on the back.

"Let's go."    

"Right."    

The two managers followed their teammates, and together they left the gymnasium.

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[nimbus-cloud]

Taka-Talk Tokyo Summer 2018

So I got to attend two sessions out of the three Takato had in Tokyo, (mid-afternoon and evening), and ohhh my goddddddd.

Actor events  are a trap.  They just make you love them ten times more and then all you want to do is throw all your money at them.  I’m writing a recap of what I saw across the two sessions, so peek under the Read More if you’re curious!

Afternoon 

The afternoon session had Kage-chan and Kousei as guests, and they were really cute chatting about soccer and Takato trying to constantly upstage the other two by being really cute and having us scream that he was really cute.  Occasionally this would make Kage-chan or Kousei get “irritated” but every time they had anything near a “fight” Takato they’d do this little hand gesture to be like, “But I don’t hate you~” And they were really in sync with it (Hiroki in the evening had NO idea how to do it lol).  

At one point, he had these two purikura photos to give out as prizes, with Kage-chan and Kousei drawing seat numbers out of an envelope to choose the winners and hand them out. A girl in the row behind us won one of them and omg she was so excited she was gonna die.  So Kousei came really close to us to give her the photo and he was like, "It's not a photo of me but congratulations!" lol  And she was just super super excited and happy it was adorable.  

Then Takato prepared these short videos to show us but there wasn’t time for all of them so Kage-chan had to choose randomly which video we could watch from these 3 cards. So we got to see the selfie video that Takato took going through a haunted house by himself!  It was so cute watching him get spooked~  But then when the staff recorded him separately after he came out, he was all nah, i wasn't scared, i was totally manly and cool Even though he did still say that it was probably still a good idea to not do a haunted house by yourself lol

He and Kazuma wrote a song together, and he's posted some clips on Twitter, the song is titled "Try." They're both very good at singing and their duet was fun~ Kazuma did most of the composing for the song, and he wanted to come up with something that would convey Takato’s personality and what he thinks about him and stuff.  Since they did the song at every session, Kazuma was at every session and technically a guest every time, but also he was helping out with random stuff (like bringing out the cards for Kage-chan so he could pick a video).  He was very shy and nervous about singing, and I don’t know why because he’s great!!! 

At the end of the sessions, Takato does high-fives to send us off and when it was my turn, I told him it was my first time and that I had fun and he went, “Really?” with a little smile.  

Evening

Here is where I almost died.

We were in the second row this time, and at the start he wanted to know if anyone had come from really far away to see him.  My friend @lost-shounen nudged me so I raised my hand and told him I came from Seattle and his eyes went big and went, “Seattle!? Wow...” And then he said, “Me too!” and I was like, “That’s not true!”  

Of course he brought up our baseball team the Mariners and their famous Japanese player Ichirou, and I said yes, and then he pointed out of course that he played an Ichirou in Engeki Haikyuu (the elementary schooler).  And then when he was introducing his secret guest for the evening session (it was Ino Hiroki) he had the audience try guessing who it could be.  And then he looked at me and asked me how to say 誰だと思う? in English.  So I replied, "Who do you think it is?" and he was like, “wait wait, too fast.”

So I slowed it down, he repeated, "Who do you think..." I said "it is?" But then when he put it all together by himself it was just a gibberish of sounds lol BUT ARGH SO CUTE AND ALSO I WAS GONNA DIE MY HEART WAS BEATING SO FAST AND FOR MINUTES AFTERWARD UGHHHHHH

And then Kazuma dragged Hiroki in and wow those screams tho lol Even Takato was surprised at the volume because it really was impressive.  

Oh yeah, for all his guests Takato asked them to kiss this little poster of himself. Kousei got hammy with that, but HIROKI LORD He just pressed it to his face for several seconds and then threatened to throw it in the audience lololol.  And then later the subject of Gotou Takeru's (Yaku) wedding came up, which Hiroki went to, and he was like, “Ahhh weddings are nice~” So Takato was like, “Should we get married?”  THEN THEY LOCKED ARMS AND STOOD SIDE BY SIDE and Takato said all the lines the officiant would say.  Hiroki very seriously and softly said, “I do.”  And then when it was time for the kiss, Takato held up the little poster again but Hiroki just shoved it out of the way to try and kiss Takato's actual face instead.  Allllmost got him that time (he gets him later lol).  

Hiroki's guest corner was Who can draw better? Kazuma brought out the markers and sketchpads, and they made him stay on the stage to emcee. The first topic was Lilo & Stitch.  Honestly, they both suck at drawing lol but we voted for Takato's since his Lilo was cuter and because he had the cuter Stitch voice impersonation.  

Hiroki then tried to do a Lilo voice and it sounded nothing like Lilo lol He told us to close our eyes before he did it, and I wasn't closing mine so he pointed at me and yelled, “You're not closing your eyes!” Being in the second row and being a head taller than those around me meant I couldn't get away with anything I suppose lol

The second art theme was: TOKUGAWA IEYASU Kazuma kept wandering between them and blowing in their ears (mostly Hiroki) to distract them and mess them up lol.  Hiroki won the round because he mimicked an iconic painting of him and actually drew the Tokugawa crest and stuff. Takato's was good too but "looked too much like Nobunaga" 

Since they were tied, they had to do rock, paper, scissors to decide who’d have to do the “punishment” but they forced Kazuma to do it with them and then HE WON so he had to say an embarrassing romantic line.  A staff member brought out a sheet of paper that had several different ones listed on it so Hiroki and Takato chose one for Kazuma (while giggling the entire time), and they dimmed the stage, gave him a single spotlight, and he had to face us and dramatically say something along the lines of, “I just can’t keep it in anymore.  I need you.” type scene.  He was soooo embarrassed to do it, especially since he wasn’t supposed to be involved in this segment to begin with but he did it for us~

Then they picked one for Takato because in the end, they ALL played the “punishment” round and they all gave us a dramatic, romantic line.  Takato’s was one where he ran from off-stage to the center, tripped and fell over his chair, and had the dramatic, “Wait!  Stay by my side!” kind of scene.  And made it really dramatic by kicking the chair again toward the end because, “You’re driving me crazy!” Kazuma picked one for Hiroki, and then Hiroki sat on a chair in the spotlight and his line was, “Put your hand over my heart.  It’s beating like this because of you.  I love you.”  AGAIN THE SCREAMS WERE SO LOUD.

That ended the guest corner with Hiroki, and before leaving the stage, Hiroki offered his hand for Takato to shake and then he PULLED HIM IN AND KISSED HIM.  Takato tried to turn his face away but like, Hiroki basically smooched him riiiight on the edge of his lips.  SHOULD’VE SEEN IT COMING TAKATO, YOU KNOW HOW SMOOCHY HIROKI CAN BE!!!

I’m kind of starting to forget the order of things, but sometime during all this, Takato realized he’d lost track of the time and that he was supposed to broadcast some of the event on his Line Live Channel, so the staff started setting that up, and he and Kazuma came out again to sing Try.  And then there was a special video where he announced his first photobook!!!  It’ll be released in August around his birthday!!!  

Another guest during this segment was a fellow C.I.A. member, Yuushin, who played the guitar for the Try song, and then he and Takato did a duet doing an acoustic cover of a Shiina Ringo song.  Again, I really like hearing Takato sing~ I hope he gets to do more musicals (and hopefully I’ll get to see them).  Then a final segment where he goes through the audience and we’re allowed to take photos of him (that’s when I took the photos above) as he walks by.  

And another high-five send-off~  I told him I’d love to come visit from Seattle again and he gave me an adorable smile with his high-five and said, “Please do!” 

I got several packs of random bromide, a Taka-Tomo shirt, and a pamphlet, and fell basically ten times more in love with him.  TT ^ TT

#nagata takato #taka-talk #fan event

[trashyy-levi]

92 Truths

Rules: once you’ve been tagged write 92 Truths about yourself. At the end tag 25 people to tag. I was tagged by @nikkiecola  Thank you!!

LAST:

[1]Drink: Orange, Lemon and Pineapple Squash

[2]Phone call: My friends, Krystal, Becca, Olivia, Helen and Lucia

[3]Text message: “Cuz I leave sunday lunchtime”

[4]Song listened to: Still Into You by Paramore

[5]Time you cried: Wednesday - A scene in spiderman: HC made me tear up

[6]Dated someone twice: Never

[7]Been cheated on: December 2015

[8]Kissed someone and regretted it: Never been kissed

[9]Lost someone special: February 2016

[10]Been depressed: I had a pretty bad spell of it over Christmas

[11]Gotten drunk and thrown up: I’ve been drunk but never thrown up

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLORS;

[12] Pastel Blue [13] Lilac [14] Pastel Pink

IN THE LAST YEAR, HAVE YOU;

[15] made new friends: Yes, in the past year i met my now best friends, they’re basically family

[16] fallen in love: Nah, unless Tom Holland or Matthew Daddario counts

[17] laughed until you cried: Absolutely, specially when i’m on call to friends

[18] found out someone was talking about you: Yea, they’re no longer in my life 

[19] met someone who’s changed you: Krystal, Becca and Olivia have helped me become more comforable in my own skin

[20] found out who your true friends are: 100%

[21] kissed someone on your Facebook list: Nah

[22] how many Facebook friends do you know in real life: all of them

[23] do you have any pets: yea, i have smol black cat called rosie

[24] do you want to change your name: I’m hoping to get it legally changed to Levi when i turn 18 at the end of august

[25] what did you do for your last birthday: Had a barbecue with people i no longer speak to par like two of them, and just ate a shit tonne of cake

[26] what time did you wake up: 12:40pm ish - I was up til like 4 watching isak x even videos so

[27] what were you doing at midnight last night: I was on call to my friend lucia

[28] name something you cannot wait for: To get my name changed and to start T even though it’s not going to happen for at least a year yet 😕

[29] when was the last time you saw your mother: Yesterday evening. but she’ll be home in like an hour

[30] what is one thing you would change about your life: One day I wanna move closer to my faves and I want to be happy with my body

[31] what are you listening to right now: Forever and Ever by James Carter

[32] have you ever talked to a person named Tom: Yea, I had kid called Tom in my tutor and i went to primary + secondary school with him

[33] Something that is getting on your nerves: rude customers who act like i’ve killed someone when I ask if they want a bag or if I say have a nice day after serving them :))

[34] Most visited website: Youtube and maybe pinterest

[35] elementary: Was okay but I was bullied quite alot

[36] highschool: secondary school for me was a bit all over the place some years were good, but then year 11 got super shitty for me and was just urgh, glad i’m out of that hellhole

[37] college: Just finished my A-levels waiting for my results,  hoping i did well so i can get on to the writing course i applied for

[38] natural hair color: I am a blonde

[39] long or short hair: Short <3

[40] do you have a crush on someone: other than tom holland and matthew daddario, nah

[41] what do you like about yourself: I like my enthusiasm towards things that interest me, people call me obsessive but I can’t see what’s wrong about being passionate about Marvel or a movie or show or anime or band or book, like what is so wrong about loving something wholly?? I also fucking love my new hair okay i look good xD which is rare for me to say because I have self esteem the size of a pea

[42] piercings: I have 3 on each ear lobe, one cartilage piercing on my left ear and my nose pierced

[43] blood type: Idfk

[44] nickname: Son, Legi, Level, Trash Monkey (all courtesy of Krystal <3) 

[45] relationship status: Single 🤴

[46] zodiac sign: Virgo

[47] pronouns: He/him

[48]favourite TV shows: Skam, Shadowhunters, Riverdale, Grey’s Anatomy, Haikyuu, Fairy Tail,K Project, Teen Wolf, Voltron

[49] tattoos: Not yet, but i’m getting one at the end of august once i turn 18

[50] left or right handed: Right 

FIRSTS;

[51] Surgery: Haven’t had one but eventually I want top surgery

[52] Piercing: Ears

[53] Best Friend: Lewis, I meant him in reception (kindergarten) but then he moved to Portugal and I was friendless for like 8 months and then I met a girl called Darcy who was new and then she was my best friend

[54] Sport: Swimming, I had lessons from the age of 6 cuz I was bored in the summer and my nan signed me up

[55] Vacation: My parents told me that we went to france when I was 1 and apparently i took my first steps there.

[56] Pair of trainers: i never rly wore trainers, so probably school daps or smth idk

[57] Eating: baby food

[58] Drinking: baby drinks

[59] I’m about to: watch youtube or something on Netflix, i haven’t decided yet

[60] I’m listening to: The reckless and the brave by all time low

[61] Waiting For: Hyper Japan

[62] Wanting: to get my GIC referral 

[63] Get married: not particularly

[64] Career: writing, i either wanna become a screen writer or a publisher

YOUR TYPE;

[65] hugs or kisses: both but i do love cuddling so hugs

[66] lips or eyes: eyes

[67] Shorter or Taller: I’m short anyways so taller

[68] Older or Younger: Older, i’m also the baby of all my friends so

[69] Romantic or Spontaneous: Spontaneous but then I also love people who are super chill so 

[70] Nice arms or nice stomach: both is good, but like i said i like hugs so comfy arms are good <3

[71] Sensitive or Loud: I just want someone who can match my weirdness but also who isn’t a dick so a bit of both

[72] Hook-up or relationship: relationship

[73] Trouble maker or hesitant: trouble maker

HAVE YOU EVER;

[74] Kissed a Stranger: Never kissed anybody so no

[75] Drank hard liquor: Yea, mainly vodka

[76] Lost glasses/contacts: I don’t have either so no

[77] Turned someone down: Yah,

[78] Had sex on first date: Nah

[79] Broken someone’s heart: Not that i know of? I’m the one who gets dumped or fucked over so 

[80] Had your heart broken: My ex broke up with me cuz I came out as trans which sucked 

[81] Been arrested: Nah

[82] Cried when someone died: My nan died when I was young so i never really cried, I was sad about it though and i do miss her

[83] Fallen for a friend: My ex and I were friends for a year before we started dating

DO YOU BELIEVE IN;

[84] Yourself: Never used to but I do now, well more than I used to at least

[85] Miracles: Not really

[86] Love at first sight: I believe in lust at first sight? but personally I don’t think you can love someone until you get to know them

[87] Santa Claus: Nahh I was a cynical 9 year old and now i’m an even more cynical very nearly 18 year 😂

[88] Kiss on first date: Yea, i don’t see anything wrong with that, there’s no rush or timeline for these things though

[89] Angels: did you mean alec lightwood

[90] Current best friends name: Krystal, Becca, Olivia and Helen

[91] eye color: Umm they’re blue but some days they’re a lighter blue and soem days they’re darker

[92] fav movies: Spider-man Homecoming (i’ve already seen it 3 times in cinema) umm, the breakfast club, Doukyuusei, Deadpool, Fairy Tail: Dragon Cry and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix and Half-blood prince

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@damndanhowell @danizntonfire @evaaks @endearingphil @suga-swan @fandomsoverpeople @galaxyphan @oisvgas @gaysontheice @heartbreakhowelll @just-a-touch-of-phan @karasuno @karasuhoe @lancejacket @lessamazinghowell @miss-cigarettes @macnkeith @nekkoma @qanhowell @ratinof @radiophan @sarcasticphan @takemetovikturi @viktor-nikiforov-san @isakvalty

#tags #truths #about me #skam #marvel #ftm #lgbtq #Spider-Man homecoming #sh #hp