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lovingache · 16 days

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“𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲”

𝐭. 𝐤𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐱 𝐠𝐧!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 summary: “𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲” | or the first time kageyama calls you “baby” is entirely by accident. warnings: aged up!haikyu!! (karasuno is a university) | no y/n, gn!reader, fluff, just some general cuteness tbh— I love kageyama, he deserves happiness word count: 1.2k a/n: yes, this is based on “first time” by hozier, i heard it and immediately thought of tobio because this is exactly how that man would react to being called a sweet pet name.

The first time that you called Tobio “baby,” he locked up as if you had insulted him. His hand, which you were used to seeing hitting effortless jump serves, setting quicks to Hinata, and generally being the dependable watchtower of Karasuno’s volleyball team, froze on your waist as if he had forgotten how to move his body.

His severe and intense gaze locked on yours as if he were attempting to solve a puzzle—as if he couldn’t believe that you had called him something so sweet and intimate. He gave you a curt nod as he dropped you off at your place, his hand lingering on your waist as he bid you goodnight and your name coming out softer than he intended.

He’d never admit it to anyone, but that night, he felt something stir deep inside his chest, unlike anything he’d ever felt. It wasn’t the same adrenaline he got from playing against hard teams, nor was it the same joy he felt when Karasuno proved victorious over other teams after hard-fought matches.

No, this, you, was different— something simultaneously died and was reborn inside of him when you called him “baby” that night, unlocking an emotion he never entirely understood when he heard others talk about it, but, in your presence, he understood it as if it were a practiced play.

You never pushed him to say it back, satisfied with relishing each time he said your name softly between sweet kisses or tender hugs. You weren’t here to change him. After all, you fell in love with Tobio because of how he is, not out of an aspiration to change him into anyone else. He just didn’t like to use pet names with you, you assumed, and didn’t push him for anything he wasn’t happy to give you.

So it’s safe to say that you didn’t see today coming. At first, you weren’t even really sure what he’d said. Tobio has a habit of mumbling, especially when coming down from the high of a hard match, so you could only make out bits and pieces of his greeting. You were too busy savouring how he held you as you jumped into his arms, congratulating him for a great match and winning against Karasuno’s opponent.

He gave you a tender smile, a rare sight for other people but a mainstay in your relationship, before giving you a soft kiss as he set you down gently. He had murmured your name, that’s for sure, but you couldn’t quite make it all out until you saw the look on the team’s face. Hinata’s and Tanaka’s faces, in particular, urged you to ask him as you gave Tobio a quizzical look.

“Sorry, what did you say, honey? I didn’t quite catch it,” You say, cocking your head softly to the side as his brows knit together, and a blush paints his cheeks at the name you called him.

“I.. didn’t say anything, I just said thank you—” he starts to say, his hand still resting easily on your waist, before he’s interrupted by Tanaka and Hinata running over to hug him, cooing about their friend’s heart finally growing three sizes.

“Wrong!” Tanaka yells as he hugs Tobio, circling his neck with one arm and patting his head with his other hand. “You totally just said ‘baby’! Who knew you had that sweetness inside you, Kageyama!” He teases as Hinata joins in.

“Yeah! You even said it all nice and stuff!” he adds, laughing with his senior as they mimic Tobio’s voice and cadence. “You were all like, ‘Hi, baby! Thanks so much, baby. I’m so happy you were here to watch! Mwah, mwah!!’” Both burst into laughter as they watched Tobio’s glare, waving off his muttered threat of a gruelling time next practice for them as they strode away.

The rest of the team lays off teasing him as they start walking to the locker room, but only after his seniors get their digs in. Azumane and Sugawara give him broad smiles with their thumbs up as they pass the two of you, and Tobio’s blush deepens.

“S-Sorry about them,” he says sheepishly, touching the back of his neck. "I guess it slipped out, and I’m sorry if that made you uncomfortable.” He apologizes genuinely as he looks into your eyes, hoping that his team didn’t scare you off.

You chuckle, circling your arms around his neck as you bring him down for a long kiss. “Don’t worry about it, baby,” you say, relishing the way he softens under the name, his features relaxing as he smiles against you. “You can pay me back by saying it to me so that I actually hear you this time,” you whisper, teasing him but also wanting to hear it clearly so you can store it in your memory.

He leans in close, the two of you the final people on the court as his team filters out completely, and he presses a tender kiss against your forehead. He chuckles softly at your request, an attempt to wave you off, but the glint in his eye tells you that he’s about to indulge you anyway, “Alright, alright.”

He gives you a slow, deep kiss, savouring the heat of your lips against his— a sensation he swears he will never get used to. It always sends that electric jolt throughout his body better than any perfect set or victory. He pulls back, soothing your hair and smiling, “Thank you for coming today, baby. I think I play better when I know you’re watching me.”

He presses a chaste kiss against your lips, “You’re like.. a guardian angel, baby. Did you know that? Maybe I should start calling you angel instead, hm?” He says against you, and his sudden shift in demeanour causes you to shiver.

You nod, running your hand through the hair on the nape of his neck. “I think that’d be great, baby,” You whisper, a blush painting your cheeks as the thought of him calling you “angel” crosses your mind.

“Is that so? Alright, ang—”

He’s cut short by Daichi’s voice ringing clearly in the empty gym as he opens the metal gym door, searching for Tobio. “Kageyama! Meeting!” He yells out from across the gym.

Tobio sighs, pulling away from you only slightly as he nods to his captain. “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute!”

“Now, Kageyama, we already waited five minutes for you. Let’s go!” Daichi calls, the heavy slam of the doors signalling his impatience.

Tobio leans in close, “Another time, baby.” He kisses your forehead as he starts to walk towards their locker room.

The door swings open again. “Kageyama, c’mon! Or do you want me to call you baby, too?” Daichi teases as he waits for Tobio at the door, watching him run up to his captain, apologizing half-heartedly for his tardiness.

You laugh as he teases him, knowing that Tobio’s doing his best not to glare at Daichi. You laugh even harder when you hear their bickering.

“None of you are allowed to call me baby! That’s special, and I’m not about to let you dumbasses ruin that name for me!”

“Alright, we’ll call you King again, how’s that sound?”

You shake your head as you gather your things, knowing that this teasing from the team is far from over as you make your way to wait outside their locker room— giddy at the idea of hearing him call you baby again.

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mymegumi · 4 months

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PRETTY BOY MANICURES ෆ KAGEYAMA TOBIO

⠀ note: don’t look at me idk

kageyama’s really trying not to flinch—he is.

it’s just that his hands are extremely sensitive and you’re handling them so gently that it’s a bit like sensory overload for him—the feeling of your skin on his, the way you’re carefully holding his fingers as if they’re delicate, and the intensity of your gaze on your task. it’s both physically too much for him, and emotionally it’s a lot to handle as well.

his hands are his pride and joy, they’re what help him further his volleyball career and he’s always taken really good care of them. some might even say he’s focused too much on taking care of his hands, but he’s never even regarded opinions he deems unworthy to have any sort of weight to his life.

when you asked if you could paint his fingernails, he adamantly refused. he had volleyball to worry about, and while the polish wasn’t directly on his fingers, he was worried they might upset his carefully measured equilibrium. you’d been a bit downtrodden, but you’d understood and he’d loved you all the more for it. so, when it was summer vacation and he was technically in off-season and the matches were fewer and far between, when you asked him again, he’d agreed.

which is how he finds himself with you sitting across from him, holding up two small bottles of nail polish in one hand—one black and one white—with your other hand carefully inspecting his hands.

“which color?” you ask, shaking both of the bottles in front of his face. he’d already done his normal routine to file them down and trim the excess nail length, but you’d been happy to sit behind him and rest your chin on his shoulder to watch.

he shrugs. “i don’t care.”

“okay, well you have to pick one.” you combat, holding the bottles closer to his face and making him lean back slightly with a very slight smile. if you were anyone else, he’d have already changed his mind on this.

“i don’t really care. pick what you want.” he insists, hand resting on top of the both of yours to lower them out of his field of view. he hated when you blocked him from looking at you, even unintentionally.

you huff, leaning back away from him but back in again, as if you couldn’t stand to be even a foot apart from him. “but what if you hate the color i pick?”

“you picked it, so i couldn’t hate it.” he says, and he means every word of it. just the sight of it would remind him of you, so it’s not as if it’d be a bad choice all together.

“sweet talker.”

he furrows his brows together. “no, i’m being honest.” he’s been working hard on his honesty and candidacy on the court, so it’s been reflecting back a bit in his personal life as well.

“i know you are.” you smile, uncapping the black nail polish and holding his thumb steady in your hand. “makes you even sweeter.”

then, you stop talking for a bit, focused on making sure none of the nail polish ends up on his cuticles, and if it does, scraping it away with your own nail. you’re slow, steady, and methodical with your movements and kageyama is, for all intents and purposes, mesmerized by you.

there’s a sort of gracefulness to what you’re doing that he’s never really considered before—the movements to know how to manipulate the paint and then also how to make it lay flat.

he likes watching you concentrate because you’re sticking your tongue out and he thinks it’s adorable that you do that. it might be unconscious, just like when you open your mouth into a cute little ‘o’ shape when you put on your makeup, but he kinda wants to let you do his nails more if he can see it again. he likes watching you, because he finds that he’s always discovering something new about you. something that makes him fall harder and harder every time.

it takes time, doing his nails, and when he thought you were done, nails completely saturated in black paint and a look of accomplishment on your face, he’d wanted to move to hug you.

“hey!” you cry, hands reaching out to grab his wrists suddenly. “you have to let it dry, tobio.”

“how long will that take?” it’s been twenty minutes since he got to hold you and he’d getting antsy.

you think for a second. “probably five minutes, to make sure the coat is dry, but then i have to add the second coat, and then the top layer.”

he furrows his brow. maybe he hadn’t thought this plan through at all.

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kitashousewife · 11 months

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“are you listening?”

kageyama snaps to attention. your voice feels distant and echoey even though you’re right in front of him in his own kitchen.

“yes, sorry. tomorrow, practice gym 2, at 11 am.”

“at 10 am,” you sigh, giving the setter in front of you a good look. “is everything okay?”

honestly, no, everything is not okay.

“yeah, ‘m fine.”

about a month ago, kageyama was beginning to feel the effects of his intense schedule. multiple practices, appointments with the trainers, travel dates, and flights on top of everything else got to be too much. the last straw was when kageyama nearly missed a flight, begging the crew to let him on.

ushijima recommended he get a manager once he sat down.

“you seem tense,” you slip your laptop into your bag and grab the other things you had laying around on kageyama’s counter for your planning meeting. again, he says nothing.

just stares.

he almost wishes he never got a manager, because it’s causing problems.

he’s pretty sure he’s in love with you.

you’re absolutely the most beautiful person he’s ever met, with the prettiest eyes and the softest voice. you treat him so kindly, always patient with him when he’s upset, and calming him down when he’s stressed out.

“i feel tense, yeah.” he shuffles to his couch, flopping down on it and stretching out.

“well if you sit with that posture then yeah, you’ll be tense,” you tease, and he rolls his eyes. “would you like me to schedule a massage for you?”

“my body feels fine,” he avoids eye contact, staring at the moving blades of the ceiling fan.

you sigh. kageyama is a great boss, just a little scatterbrained. you’ve found that in moments like these it’s best to let him be.

“well i better get going. i’ll see you tomorrow tobio.”

the next day is busy; practice in the morning, a session with his personal trainer, helping out at a charity event in the city, and then heading back to the gym for a quick team meeting. by the time kageyama stumbled out of the locker room, hair wet from the shower, it’s 9 pm.

he huffs, rifling through his bag for his car keys when he swears he hears your voice.

“he’s a great boss, he makes my job easy,”

you’re standing near the exit with a woman kageyama doesn’t recognize. but the way you two are standing, it seems like you know each other. you turn your body slightly, and he jumps behind the wall to not get caught.

“i bet it’s easy working for someone as handsome as him, right?”

you let out a nervous laugh. kageyama peeks around the corner likens child, which is tough to do when you’re over six feet tall.

“y-yeah! he’s pretty good looking,”

his heart is racing. there’s a long pause. he assumes you two must have walked away, so he begins to head towards the exit.

“you like him! i knew it!”

“shut up! don’t say-“

you freeze as your eyes meet the man of the hour, copying your expression a few feet in front of you. you blink at each other for a moment, and kageyama’s cheeks turn pink. your friend scuttled off without another word.

“tobio! you should head home, i bet you’re tired!” you smile, flustered and cheeks hot.

“hungry,” he walks with you towards the door. you raise an eyebrow.

“what?”

he unlocks his car, back turned to you so that you don’t see how red he is, and so that hopefully you don’t hear how his voice shakes.

“want to get dinner with me?”

#kageyama x reader #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama fluff #kageyama tobio fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff #kageyama x you

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emmyrosee · 1 year

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hello🤍 i really love and appreciate your work! hope you’re doing well✨

can i request kageyama tobio or todoroki shoto when they want the attention or anything on your mind about them?🥹 THANK YOU SO MUCH🥹🤍

NO BC LIKE I NEED TO TALK ABOUT THEM MORE FRFR 🥺🧡

Here’s a Kageyama piece bc I don’t have any for him yet and he deserves it

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Tobio doesn’t always demand your attention.

9 times out of 10, he’s completely self sufficient, being the supplier to affections you need, rather than demanding yours.

And sure, he’s not made of stone, holding your hand is one of life’s greatest pleasures. Kissing you on the cheek while you look over the takeout menu is exactly what the doctor orders.

But sometimes? The 1 time out of 10?

You really just wanna make him work for it.

You’ll always give him the luxury of never having to plead for you attention, and you indulge him in your affections without making him writhe.

Today. Today? Today is not one of those days.

Because today, even though he’s had this plan with Ushijima for the past three weeks to hang out and practice just the two of them, you woke up overly playful.

You wanted to make him squirm juuuuust a hair.

He seemed mindless to it, not thinking twice about the way you duck from his holds or reach away from his hand. It's alright. You've got all the time in the world to annoy him before and after he hangs out with his friend.

But, not-so surprisingly, it comes to a head when you're avoiding his kisses goodbye. This, he's forced to notice, when you turn your head just slightly when he leans over to kiss before he leaves.

His lips get a mouthful of forehead.

Pouting, he pulls back at you with a glare of betrayal, brows furrowed slightly. You snort softly, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Why’d you turn your head?” He grumbles, tightening his grip on your hips. Then, his brows shoot up, “is it my breath?” He uses on of his hands to huff and sniff his breath, but he seems to be confused when the smell is normal. “Why didn’t you want to kiss me?”

“What do you mean?” You hum, your arms looping around his neck. “Of course I want to kiss you. I always want to kiss you.”

He looks at you, suspicious, but he does lean down to try and kiss you again, whining out in annoyance when his lips press to your eyebrow. “Come on!”

“What!”

“I want a kiss!” He grumbles, fingers slipping into the waistband of your pants and gently tugging you closer, his refusal to leave without a kiss evident. “Is this because I’m hanging out with Ushijima today? Because I can cancel, I know he’d be just fine with it-“

“Why do you think that? And why would I mind that you’re hanging out with Ushijima? I like Ushijima.”

“I don’t know, you ask your lips!” He snaps, and just as you go to open your mouth to speak, he tugs you closer again, this time, catching you in a dominating kiss that has you giggling into his mouth. His hands come up to cup your cheeks, keeping you close as your teeth start to clack against each other from your laughter and his determination.

“Tobio!” You manage to squeak out, finally parting from him with a dopey smile. Your fingers hook in the collar of his shirt, and he uses one of his free hands to wipe your bottom lip.

“You play around too much,” he murmurs, voice in a rasp from the prior affection. “Why can’t you just love me?”

“EXCUSE ME?” You gasp in outrage, and as he fights back the smirk on his lips, you tug his collar promptly, “I literally love you more than life itself, don’t even try it.”

“You’re the one who refused to kiss me first!” He scoffed, leaning in for another and smiling against your lips when you don’t pull away. “Had to provoke me and shit. Hate it. Just kiss me when I lean in, damn.”

“You will live if I don’t give into your kisses whenever you demand,” you tease, leaning up to him to sink your teeth into his lip, which, even though he gives you an annoyed look, he absolutely pursed out for you to nip. “Now go. Don’t keep your friend waiting. Scram.”

He groans dramatically, "there you go. Trying to get rid of me again." You smack his chest, and he chuckles as he stills your hands. This time, he leans forward for a kiss, and you comply, moving your arms to wrap around his neck. This one is a lot more gentle, paced and familiar, it takes your breath away and you mewl happily into his mouth. In an act of dominance, his massive paws come up to grip the hair at the nape of your neck, and you whimper softly.

He pulls away with a pant, "I fucking love you."

"That's nice," you smile, fighting the laughter that wants to spill from your lips when he looks completely unamused to your next act of rebellion.

"I'll leave you for Ushijima, I swear to god, asshole."

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koushuwu · 6 months

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kiss me slowly

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: tobio has been in love with you, his older sisters best friend for years. after all these years, he's feelings are strong as ever when he comes back home to japan during the holidays, and mistress luck turns out to be smiling upon him.

tags/cw: fluff, kisses, best friends younger brother!kageyama tobio, mutual pining, not beta read, also not edited we die like neji. bare with me, i'm concussed and wrote this thing on paper before hastily typing it in here.

the first time kageyama kissed you, he might have sworn he could’ve passed out right then and there. maybe he already had. maybe he’d passed away and ascended to heaven. that was probably it, because your lips against his felt like nothing short of his own personal heaven.

kageyama tobio had loved you from afar for years upon years, but he’d never known how to convey these feelings to you. it was a wondrous feeling. intoxicating. but it also hurt. it ached so deep and heavy in his chest that when he was younger, he’d sometimes wished he’d never met you at all. wished that his sister had picked a different best friend.

as he grew older, those wishes seized. although he would sometimes still wonder if it’d been easier. better. if he’d never known you. as if that choice had ever been his to make. he did wonder, but after moving to italy in pursuit of his volleyball career, those thoughts subsided, along with the memories of you.

that was at least what tobio though, but then came around the first holidays where held been able to travel back to japan, since joining ali roma. they say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. it wasn’t a saying that tobio had ever really given any thought. at all. but then he crossed the threshold of his childhood home, removed his shoes in the genkan, stepped inside, and there you were. he knew that miwa was going to be home as well. for some reason though, despite knowing that you and his sister were still very much attached by the hip, he hadn’t expected to see you standing right there. in his kitchen. smiling. at him. and talking. to him. shit. you were talking to him.

“— grown so much! welcome home!” and as you rounded the table and pulled him into a hug, all he could muster was one single breathless word.

“… yeah.”

when you pulled back, he thought for a spilt second that you lingered, looking at him with an expression he couldn’t read. but then you were already stepping back towards the kitchen counter and he must’ve imagined it. he must’ve. but he knew that he hadn’t imagined the way his heart hammered in his chest and his palms got clammy.

“still quite the talker, hm?” you chirped. “i’m preparing snacks for miwa and i. you want any?” okay. so maybe his feelings had never really subsided after all. instead, they’d been buried deep inside, during a time where he hadn’t been faced with these feelings and the subject of them, close to every single day.

throughout tobio’s time back in japan, things only got worse. or maybe they got better? tobio had no way of knowing at the time, how the ache is his chest would soon be soothed. all that he knew was that you hung out with miwa on the daily, and seeing you that often was both a blessing and a curse. more often than not, you and miwa would insisted that he joined. that he watched movies with the two of you. had drinks with the two of you. spent time with the two of you, interrogated about his life in italy. and he did. because as much as it hurt, he still wanted to spend as much time with you as he possibly could. be as close as he could. but in doing so, tobio found it harder and harder not to think about you. he shouldn’t be thinking about you like that. he shouldn’t. but the thoughts and the desires kept intruding on his brain and he knew that he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t stop.

gradually, you started spending even more time at the house, even when miwa wasn’t home. some foolish part of tobio’s brain couldn’t help but wonder if maybe, just maybe, you came around for him. couldn’t help but hope that that was the case.

on that particular day, he almost convinced himself when you knocked on the door to his room. almost.

tobio was splayed out on his bed, tossing a volleyball into the air. over and over. toss. catch. toss. catch. toss. catch. it helped him focus. helped him remember the feeling against his fingertips. even more so, it helped him keep himself together in your presence.

“where’s miwa?” he asked, eyes trained on the ball. as if he wasn’t the one living under the same roof as her. as if you were the most likely to know. but truly, mostly because whenever he talked to you, his brain went blank. completely and utterly, and his tongue desperately tried to compensate, which always turned to questions like that.

“out. probably still at work, i think,” you said, shrugging. toss. catch. that made sense. toss. catch.

“oh. yeah.” toss. catch. toss.

“i can go if you’d rather be alone.” catch.

“no i–” his tossing halted for a moment as he looked at you. “stay,” he said. he didn’t want you to leave. he lowered his arms, ball still perched on the tips of his fingers. he wanted you to stay. and he wanted you to keep smiling at him like that. and you did.

“alright,” you said, leaning back in the chair you’d occupied since you’d come into his childhood room. there’s a short pause, but you never stop smiling as you look into his eyes. he wants to look away. he doesn’t want to look away. ever. “italy sounds magical,” you then said. he nodded but didn’t say anything, tongue tying on knots as he took you in. “does it ever get lonely all the way over there?”

“I–” that was unexpected. he thought it over for a moment. tossed the ball back into the air, and caught it as gravity did it’s thing, pulling it back down. “hm. maybe sometimes.”

“you know, if you’re lonely, miwa and i would love to come visit.” did you know how his heart hammered in his chest? did you realize how much he wanted you to visit him? did you have any idea just how much he wanted you, and just you? toss. catch. toss. catch. “tobio.”

“hm?” he hummed. toss. catch.

“if you don’t stop tossing that ball while i’m talking to you, i’m going to steal it.” toss. catch. he stopped again. looked over at you. hadn’t even realized when he’d looked away. when he’d started tossing the ball again. it just happened.

“sorry,” he mumbled sheepishly.

“if you don’t want me to come, that’s fine btw. you don’t have to–”

“no.” he didn’t mean to be so stumped in his answers. but he couldn’t help it. his brain was spinning with the thought of you in his apartment in italy. you in his kitchen. you in his living room. on his couch. in his bed. he shook his head. toss. catch. “i would love that.” toss. catch. toss. catch. you moved beside him. his gaze flicked to you, the moment the ball was in the air. the split second before you were on him.

“told you i’d steal it!” you exclaimed, pouncing to snatch the ball out of the air. tobio had no idea what happened next. or more like, he didn’t know how it happen. one moment you were going for the ball, the next you were falling. you were falling. onto his bed. onto him. panicked, he reached to catch you as you crashed against him. the ball smacked against the wall as tobio’s large hand had slapped it out of the way in his attempt to break your fall. which he had. with his body.

“oompf.”

it was quiet for a moment, except for the volleyball bouncing on the floor a couple of times before it continued it’s adventure, rolling until it came to a halt against the opposite wall.

“i’m sorry,” you said lifting yourself up on your elbows. “are you okay?” you didn’t move to sit up. you didn’t. maybe because tobio’s hands were splayed out over your spine. or maybe you just didn’t want to. you looked into his eyes, the air around you seemingly growing heavier by the minute.

“i’m okay,” he said. the silence stretched. he should probably say something. he should let go of you. he should ask you to get up. he should. he should. he should. but he didn’t. he didn’t, because he didn’t want to.

“are you going to kiss me?” you asked, the question hanging in the air, charged. he wanted to. his lungs felt completely void of air. he couldn’t. he shouldn’t. he wanted to. so badly.

“no.”

“i’m sorry.” you pull back when the rejection leaves his lips, but his hold around you tightens. he doesn’t want to hold you back. he really doesn’t. but he can’t let you go. not when– you look away and his chest aches again. more than it’s ever done before. “it’s okay. of course you don’t want to. i’m sorry!” for being so forward. for making it awkward. for falling on you, for assuming– tobio heard all the things you didn’t say in that one single apology.

“it’s not that i don’t want to–”

“it’s fine,” you blurted out, cutting him off. the muscle in his jaw ticks. he can feel it. he doesn’t mean it. but you’re misunderstanding him and he never hated his poor communication skills more than he did that very moment. “you don’t have to explain.” he brushes his knuckles against your jaw before his palm settled on your cheek, turning your head back to face him.

“i want to,” he said. “you have no idea how much i want to. how long i’ve– but i know that i won’t want to stop if i do.”

“okay,” you said. it was quiet for another moment as you looked at each other. “okay, well. that’s good. because maybe i don’t want you to stop.” tobio found his eyes growing wider at your admission. the first time kageyama tobio kiss you, it was actually more you the kissed him. as you leaned down and pressed your lips to his, tobio found himself scared that this was but a dream. that one wrong movement would have you vaporizing and disappearing from. but the press of your lips were so soft. so tender. the hand left on your back fisted in your shirt. clinging on for dear life as his lips finally moved against yours. he’d passed away and gone to heaven. there was no other explanation for what was happening right now. it was sweet. it was magical. it was perfect. it was you. he pulled you closer and you obliged. it was– it–

“finally!” miwa’s cheerful voice echoed in tobio’s room, and startled the two of you pulled apart. shock painted in your features as well as his. but kageyama miwa looked nothing but happy to have caught the two of you kissing. the smile on her face said it all. and then– “took you long enough. anyway, finish up soon, okay? i brought dinner.” she turned and left.

the second time kageyama tobio kissed you, was only mere moments after the first. he was smiling. you were smiling. the heavy atmosphere had lifted but the magic was there. the second time tobio kissed you, it was quick and full of wonder. like the promise of many more to come. and while tobio knew he was going back to italy soon and the ache of leaving you behind was overwhelming, at least he knew that he could be looking forward to you visiting him when he inevitably started feeling lonely without having you close.

*:･ﾟ✧ thank you for reading ♡

#fanfic #kageyama tobio #best friends younger brother #best friends younger brother!tobio #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu fluff #DONT LOOK AT ME I KNOW I SHOULDNT BE LOOKING AT SCREENS RN BUT HELLO????#kags was knocking down the doors in my brain #held me at gunpoint until i wrote it #useradrienne #just bc #ily <3

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twelvegods · 1 year

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brutal. kageyama tobio

the sour collective; ❝where's my fucking teenage dream?❞

pairing/s; kageyama tobio x fem!reader

warning/s; none

word count; 815

summary; confess, they said. date the king, they said. he’d treat you better, they said. but no one told you it was going to be this brutal.

a/n; this one’s pretty short since i’m coming back from a very long hiatus and am v v rusty and didn’t really know where i should take this so i stuck as close to the premise as i could and found myself here. let me know ur thoughts!!

“listen to this shit someone tagged me in; ‘isn’t it practically confirmed that [y/l/n] actually got to play for the red rabbits by slutting it up with kageyama?’” amanai kanoka read out loud some tweet on her phone.

the hikari pharmaceutical red rabbits were all gathered in the locker room at five in the morning to prepare for this morning’s training session and you’d just clocked in after a tiny squabble with your boyfriend over breakfast. amanai looked up at your scowling expression as you changed out of your attire and into the team uniform.

“can’t believe you’re still getting hate, hasn’t it been a few months already?” she took a few sips from her water bottle.

“if i knew this would happen, i wouldn’t have talked tobio into going public.” you sighed, clicking your locker closed.

hirugami shoko glanced over amanai’s shoulder to peer at the screen of her phone, frowning. “they clearly don’t know what they’re talking about, [y/n]. don’t listen to them.”

that was easier said than done.

you wanted to say you expected this, that you knew what you were signing up for when you and kageyama mutually agreed to go public after dating for some odd three years. prior to that, you pined after one another in high school, but ultimately thought it best to avoid a steady relationship, keeping in mind that you both wanted to put your careers first.

but you hadn’t anticipated the onslaught of hate and complete carnage when that stupid post took to the internet, not knowing your little instagram story had the biggest snowball effect.

it suddenly felt like you were placed under a microscope and that the public assumed the right to pick you, and your relationship, apart. at first, you couldn’t give two shits about what they were saying online, that it only mattered that you and kageyama were happy and not at the expense of anyone else's happiness. but as the months went by, all those comments were starting to get to you and doubts began to arise.

it didn’t help that kageyama didn’t seem to care, he had never even bothered to bring it up after that first month of announcing your relationship. you have never felt smaller in your life, thinking that he found your relationship insignificant.

“you have to say something!” you pushed, your arms tight around your torso. “you wanted to go public and they’re degrading me, tobio!”

he rubbed the bridge of his nose, putting down his chopsticks as he calmly assessed the dinner you pushed away. “it’ll die down in a few days, you know they always find something else to talk about eventually. don’t take it to heart, [y/n].”

“and you’re not even going to bother defending me?” you scoffed, pushing back your chair as you didn’t have it in you to finish the rest of your meal.

“why should i defend you towards people that don’t matter?” his cold blue eyes flicked up to meet yours as you retreated from the dining area.

you had to avert your eyes. “god, why don’t you get it, tobio?”

“stop being so sensitive, [y/n].”

and just like that, he picked up his chopsticks and resumed his dinner, the conversation over.

these days you couldn’t help but think that your love for one another was dwindling, because even the one you thought would be by your side was also picking apart each and everything you did with a touch of hostility. and so that night as you lay in bed with your back turned towards your lover, you gave in to temptation and opened twitter, beginning to scroll through your feed and mentions.

‘kageyama deserves better than some fame whore’

‘pretty sure [y/l/n]’s only after his money’

‘he doesn’t even look happy when they’re together? #freekageyama’

‘this is just another pr stunt! they’ll break up sooner or later after [y/l/n] leeches enough of his money’

apparently, not only was there a hashtag trending due to the public being completely against your relationship, but not even a single tweet was in your favor. before you knew it, tears had welled up in your eyes as insecurity gripped your heart.

you turned to face the love of your life, tracing whatever of his features you could see in the dim lighting of your shared bedroom.

“hey, tobio?” you whispered, not sure if you were really expecting, or wanted, a response. “do you hate me?”

the silence seemed to stretch on forever.

his eyes remained closed shut, an ethereal look on his face as he went on sleeping, not knowing you were falling apart right next to him. you choked on your tears, turning towards the ceiling and willing yourself to rest, allowing your breathing to calm down and labor out, before finally feeling yourself begin to drift away.

but not before kageyama muttered something under his breath that you had no energy to decipher. “...you.”

what am i even doing here? you thought, just before a dreamless sleep held you in a comforting grip.

tags; @hanayanetwork @planetonet @anime-central-archived @hqintheclub @tahonet

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rukia-uchiha-98 · 10 months

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Y/n: I'm hungry

C/n: That's not an explanation as to why you bit me

Wakatoshi, Suna, Kenma, Kageyama, Osamu, Kita, Iwazumi, Daichi, Tsukishima

@sassycheesecake

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piichuu · 9 months

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♡ LATE WAKE UP CALLS - KAGEYAMA TOBIO

WARNINGS: probably ooc, gn!reader, fluff

WORD COUNT: 339

AUGUST DRABBLES

“tobio? tobio?”

he groans when opening his eyes. his arms are still wrapped around your waist like they were when he fell asleep, but now you’ve turned around slightly to face him properly. “what?” he mumbles before once again closing his eyes, just wanting to fall back asleep.

“we shouldn’t have watched that horror movie,” you admit while laying your head on the warmth of his chest. he looks down at you, now only being able to see the top of your head. “are you scared?” “how can you not? it was super scary.”

kageyama sighs before turning to check the time on his phone. it says 4am and even though he doesn’t feel too happy about being woken up at this time of day, he also wants you to be able to fall asleep for at least a few hours. “have you been awake until now?” he questions and you nod your head while clinging onto him tighter.

“i’m sorry for waking you up, i don’t really know what to do,” you whisper but he shakes his head and brushes a hand through your hair. his fingers are soft against your scalp and his lips just as soft as he presses them against your forehead. “it’s okay, just close your eyes.”

you do as he says. you have had your eyes closed for hours, but knowing that he’s awake to protect you from any possible murderer that might appear is rather comforting. “all the doors are locked, no one will come in,” he chuckles as if he can read your thoughts. “i know, but they can climb through windows or break in.”

kageyama once again kisses your forehead and strokes your head. “it won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure of it, so go to sleep, there’s nothing to worry about now,” he smiles softly and watches as you soon enough begin to breathe soundly. he barely had to do anything, but he still succeeded to help you fall asleep after at least four hours of trying. “goodnight baby.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu kageyama #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you #kageyama tobio fluff #hq #hq kageyama #hq fluff #hq x y/n #hq x you #hq x reader #hq imagines #august drabbles

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revasserium · 10 months

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can i rq kags trying to plan how to propose to you,,

bullets cause im lazy today u__u

kageyama proposing to u at the tokyo olympics lets gO:

physically going to bookstores/libraries to do research bc once he heard a story from one of his senpai that a guy ruined his own proposal bc his s/o looked at his internet search history -- so suddenly, you're wondering why he's spending all this time "going to the library" and for a hot sec you wonder if he's cheating but after one (1) quick chat with suga and daichi, they shut that thought down with that promise that it is so, so not that

spends weeks, nay months, pausing at every single jewelry store he passes by; he's late to practice (only by a few minutes!!!) enough times that his coach starts asking questions; his answers are always vague and blushy, that is until hoshiumi lets it slip that he's probably planning on proposing; after which coach suzaku starts to loudly discuss with his assistant coach the various jewelers that he'd used when he'd proposed to his own wife

actually makes a pinterest account bc yachi said that a lot of ppl put their "dream wedding" inspo boards on there, but he was so overwhelmed by the interface and navigation that he immediately deleted his account afterwards

almost has a heart attack when he looks up how much traditional wedding dresses costs and this, everyone, is how he ends up agreeing to being spokesperson for power curry (bc endorsements are so damn lucrative)

gives oikawa a straight up heart attack when he gets a text at ass oclock in the morning of tobio asking him how (HYPOTHETICALLY SPEAKING) if he were to propose (again, HYPOTHETICALLY), how he'd do it bc... well, oikawa's always been good at flirting and stuff right? right.

let it never be said that kageyama tobio doesn't at least try to do his research

ofc hinata is his sounding board; it's a terrible idea but at least hinata is super! fucking! supportive! and! excited! and sure, kageyama has threatened him within LITERALLY an inch of his life if hinata let it slip and ruined the surprise bc okay, it'd be pretty cool to propose to you the at the fucking tokyo olympics. but what if he japan doesn't win?

and sure he has to call kuroo to pull way too many strings to set it up but... that's what people like right? big sweeping gestures? and if he has to suffer through half an hour of kuroo's teasing, then so be it. he's suffered worse.

but when the time comes, just before he gets up onto the podium (and sure, 2nd place isn't 1st place, but getting a silver medal at the olympics his 2nd year running is still pretty damn amazing!!!), he finds himself strangely breathless -- and he knows that it's just nerves and that somehow it feels bigger than setting up for a service ace against france, bigger than even getting up on that podium to begin with --

he can see you standing courtside, tears already in your eyes, and he hopes that you have no idea (you have no idea, truly); when he looks at you with the barest inkling of a smile, you blink, you pause, your whole body going still. the area around him quiets, the cheers and screaming of the crowd droning out to barely a buzz in the background. the confused faces of the argentinian team nothing more than a blur as kuroo hands him the microphone with a wink

"uhm -- sorry everyone, but uh -- there's just something i'd like to say before i accept my medal... uhm..." he turns to you and you've already got your hands over your mouth, looking bewildered; he chuckles, digging in his pocket and nearly dropping the mic -- scattered laughter, some of the closest fans are already cheering some of his personal fans are crying but who can blame them rly --

"i know it's not the gold medal i promised you but..." he pulls out the ring and gets down on one knee "this is gold, i made sure, and... i was wondering if you'd accept it anyway," and he sounds so sincere, his voice a little stiff but so, so soft, and you're vaulting over the barricades, almost tripping on your mad sprint towards him, nodding and crying and tipping into his arms even before he can stand up properly

"yes, yes, yes -- oh my god, how long were you planning for this?!" and he's laughing and kissing you and shakily slipping the ring onto your finger and kissing you again and the entire stadium is screaming, his teammates are all clapping, the french team is a little miffed at having their moment stolen, but most of them are smiling anyways; he clears his throat and bows to the different representatives all waiting for him to finish before dropping another kiss onto your cheek, "i'll tell you about it later, okay? i've got a medal ceremony to finish."

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seineko · 1 year

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kageyama tends to express himself in volleyball language. that's not really surprising to anyone.

it's so adorable actually!

whenever he tries to say something to you that is in one way or another related to emotions, he automatically switches to it.

like for instance, when you wore his spare jersey to a game of his, he didn't really know how to compliment you. all of his senses knew that you looked great, but he couldn't really form words to say it aloud.

you were actually pretty disappointed at his (lack of) reaction.

so, when the next day while you both were eating lunch at your usual spot, and kageyama said, 'when i looked at you it felt like landing a no-touch ace against nishinoya-san,' between conversation, you felt like your heart was about to explode.

the second time it happened was when you both just had your first kiss (way after you both got together), and you were basically melting into his arms when he whispered against your lips, 'feels the same when i give hinata the exact toss he wants.'

even if you were or weren't into volleyball, after being with kageyama for so long, a blind person could see how he looks when he sets a ball the exact way a spiker wants.

you swore your heart was about to beat out of your chest.

that was also the day you realized that volleyball language (in kageyama's voice) way fatal for your heart than the normal one was.

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yoomiomiki · 2 years

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Ali roma!Kageyama tobio with a breast fixation . He just loves your breast so much , it fits so perfectly in his large warm hand . Your so sweet and pliant always letting him do whatever he wants with your breast . Sucking , biting , pinching , slapping , extracting whimper after whimper after sucking a little too hard on your breast . Loves the mess and the end product of his art . Love bites littered all over your chest with bite marks and swollen nipples . Tobio thinks that the seven wonders of the world could not even compare to this sight …

#liv.writes #liv.laugh.love #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu smut #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio smut #kageyama fluff #kageyama dmut #kageyama tobio fluff #hq fluff #hq smut

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bokutosmochi · 2 years

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kageyama tobio boyfriend headcannons

what's it? fluff

allergen warning/s? n/a

sugar level? 0.5k

regulars? @hanayanetwork, @tahonet, @tokyometronetwork

♧ his lips taste like cherries because his lips get chapped easily so he applies cherry lip balm every thirty minutes, more or less.

♧ ..... has practiced making out with his hand to practice kissing. LOOK HE JUST DOESN'T WANT TO EMBARRASS HIMSELF OR SOMETHING, OKAY? HE'S THE KAGEYAMA TOBIO FOR GOD'S SAKE.

♧ there are multiple reasons why he decided to go to italy and there are two that are more important than the rest. the first one is the most obvious, the contract that ali roma offered him. he thought he'd be a fool not to take it as it is not only a massive career opportunity, but a massive life opportunity as well, for both him and his partner. and the second one is so he has an excuse to learn italian and impress his partner (not that he actually has do that. his precise sets are jaw dropping enough).

♧ the sight of his partner in his t-shirt is his favorite thing to see. more than seeing them dressed up, seeing that a volleyball game was in his team's favor, anything.

♧ cannot have a partner that's insecure. he's famous, good looking, and doesn't have good social skills. sometimes his fans who are women will try to flirt with him, but he doesn't quite know how to respond to make them stop. he's not flirting back with them and he's trying to make it clear that he's not interested, but sometimes they just don't stop.

♧ gonna be honest, he probably doesn't even notice they're flirting 99% of the time which was tough on his partner at the start. he has no idea they're into them in a not-just-a-friend way. one would have to be up front with him.

♧ he will not be able to pick up on their hints.

♧ kinda bad at swallowing his pride and apologizing when he's at fault for a fight, but his conscience manages to get him to do it after a few minutes.

♧ will stare at his partner with a somehow-frightening glare if they stop playing with his hair

♧ doesn't hold his partner's hand whenever they're strolling around on a date during the early days of their relationship not because he doesn't want to, but simply because it slips his mind and forgets about it.

♧ if he really likes someone, he'd ask his sister for advice to ask them out or ideas for dates when him and his crush are dating.

♧ definitely keeps his relationship down low. not a secret, but private. he just doesn't want random people getting up in his business. if his significant other asked him if he could post them on his instagram or twitter, he probably would, but he wouldn't do it on his own.

♧ bad with communication. if it could be described in a word, it would be stiff. his partner can tell that he tries though.

♧ doesn't like to cuddle when sleeping, he prefers simply having an arm draped over his partner's form. he doesn't mind cuddling when they're not about to go to sleep though. still, he won't initiate it.

♧ gets up super early in the morning so his partner usually wakes up to breakfast on the table and him somewhere outside running.

i get: reblog

you get: a crown

#order of the day!#order up for kageyama!#one kona coffee mochi #with a side of coconut italian ice #kageyama #kageyama headcannons #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #kageyama scenarios #kageyama fluff #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio headcannons #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you #kageyama tobio one shot #kageyama one shot #kageyama tobio scenarios #kageyama tobio fluff

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satoujo · 8 months

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!disclaimer none of the works featured on this blog belong to me. all reachable creators were asked for permission to have their work linked on here

main directory

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

➵ series: story consisted of multiple chapters

➵ one-shot: a single piece of standalone work; can be any length, such as from 1k to 80k words

➵ drabbles: short piece of writing; typically under 1k words and usually around 100 words

➵ blurbs & others: small short description, headcanons, etc.

❀ = fluff ⋆˚ ✧ = angst ⋆˚ ♡ = smut ⋆˚ ✄ = crack

SERIES

tba

ONE-SHOT

tba

DRABBLE

domestic: anniversary dinner (❀) by @augustinewrites

warnings/notes: none

Demanding Attention (❀✄) by @emmyrosee

warnings/notes: banter, ushijima makes an appearance or mention rather

BLURBS & OTHERS

tba

updated: dec 25, 2023

#kageyama tobio angst #kageyama tobio smut #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x you #kageyama x reader #kageyama x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you

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koushuwu · 4 months

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» 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐤𝐞 *:･ﾟ✧

» 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: kageyama tobio x reader | 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: 1,7k | hq masterlist

» 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: when you crashed at tobio’s place in italy on a vacation, he was contempt to sleep on the couch. but you, on the other hand, was having none of that.

» 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬): fluff, slight angst i guess, sharing a bed, best friends younger brother, suggestive content, a lot of feelings bc i’m emotional, rushed ending (sorry), no editing we die like neji. lmk if i missed something.

the first time kageyama got you in his bed, he could have sworn he might actually die. it didn’t mean anything. two people can sleep next to each other, without it meaning anything. right? right. that’s what you’d said when you told him it was fine, sharing the bed. he really hadn’t meant for it to happen. he’d been contempt with taking the couch while you were here, visiting him in Italy. that’s what he’d planned to do all along when you’d asked if you could stay with him for a while, on vacation.

you, on the other hand, weren’t having it. the first night, he’d been rigid. impossible to convince when you said you’d take the couch. and so he took the couch. the next night, you’d tried again, with the same result. and then the third. but on the fourth night, you decided to try a different tactic.

“i’m not asking you to switch places with me tonight,” you’d said. you looked at him with a look that he couldn’t quite place.

“no?” he questioned instead, deciding instead to just be relieved that you’d finally given up. it wasn’t that he particularly enjoyed sleeping on his couch. but the sole implication that he might even consider leaving you to sleep on the couch while he took the bed? you of all people? that was simply not going to happen. ever. he’d much rather lie on his couch every single night with nothing but his own thoughts and longings, knowing you were just beyond the wall, soundly sleeping between his sheets, than let you be uncomfortable for his benefit.

“nope,” you agreed lightly. tobio was relieved but then you spoke again and the air was all but knocked from his lungs. “you’re clearly not going to agree, so let’s share the bed instead.”

“what?” he asked, breathless. as if he wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. he mustn’t’ve. because he could have sworn you just suggested sharing a bed with him. him. tobio. your friend's brother. her younger brother at that. that couldn’t possibly be true.

“yeah,” you said, as if what you’d suggested was the most normal thing in the entire world. which it wasn’t, by the way. “it’s a double size bed. it’ll fit us both.” so he really did hear you correctly. he blinked once. swallowed. took a breath. trying to steady himself.

“no.”

“yes it will,” you said, and it took a second before tobio understood what you meant. it would fit the both of you. but it wasn’t going to. not gonna happen. it really wasn’t like he’d prefer the bed. it wasn’t like he hadn’t dreamt of sharing a bed with you. as if he hadn’t laid awake for countless hours, imagining you in his arms until it arised an entirely different, very physical problem than just the sleeplessness.

“no, i meant no. we’re not sharing the bed,” he said, clarifying. his voice felt thick. like it may betray him if he didn’t keep it leashed with everything that he had. because honestly. truthfully. he wanted to share the bed with you. he wanted to lie next to you. to smell you all around him. to put an arm around you and hold you close to his chest. he wanted to, but–

“why not?” you asked, eyebrows raised.

“because–” his voice trailed off, needing a moment to steady his voice. to keep his wants in check. to come up with a good enough reason, that didn’t entail him confessing the feelings he’s harbored for you, since before he even had the words to describe what it was. but of course, you picked up on his hesitation and crossed your arms.

“go on,” you prompted. shit.

“what about miwa?” he said in a last ditch effort to save himself, and even as the words crossed his lips, he knew it sounded absurd. what was he even insinuating? he didn’t know. he just knew that he couldn’t risk it. it was dangerous at best and he no matter what he wanted, he couldn’t just take such a chance. he couldn’t. right?

“what about her? she’s not here, tobio,” you said. your gaze searched his face, for what, he didn’t know. but he hoped whatever it was, you wouldn’t find it. he really, really hoped you wouldn’t find it. “it’s not like we’ll be taking her sleeping spot from her,” you said, and tobio almost heaved a relieved sigh. you didn’t seem to notice the potential implication of bringing up his sister to you. her best friend.

“no, i know, but–”

“it’s just sleeping,” you argued, cutting him off. it was a wonder how you managed to do that, considering how soft the words were, when you spoke them. as they settled in the air between you two. and even as tobio felt something clench in his chest, this was the best possible thing you could have said. because at least it reminded him to keep both feet on the ground. reminded him that what you were suggesting were just that. sleeping.

“i know,” he repeated. and he did. he did know. he did. but even then, it would be impossible for him to keep his feelings under wraps when he’d have you so close that he could smell you. touch you if he just reached out. there was simply no way. when even the thought of you in his bed in the next room could do things to him. he didn’t even dare imagine what it would do to him to be right there next to you. then you stepped back, averting your gaze. the hold you had around yourself tightened slightly, and when you spoke, tobio felt his whole world crumble.

“does it really repulse you that much to simply sleep next to me?”

“what? no! no, that’s not it.” tobio stepped forward. hands itching to reach out. to grab you. to hold you. to– but he didn’t. because was scared. scared what would happen. how you’d react if he did. how he would react if he held you close to his chest. how–

“okay. so what's the issue?” you said, voice now hardened into something firmer. and when you looked at him, your eyes matched your tone. he couldn’t be sure if you were mad. or frustrated. or scolding him like a child. probably the latter, he ruefully had to admit. “just give me one good reason and i’ll drop it.”

“i–” he swallowed. he couldn’t tell you. he couldn’t.

“you don’t have any, am i right?” you asked, when he didn’t continue. he looked at the floor, unable to meet your gaze when you carried on. “i just don’t want you ruining your body and your sleep by staying on the couch because of me. we’re just going to be sleeping. people can sleep next to each other without it having to mean anything. i’m not taking no for an answer this time!”

“okay,” he said. defeated. and honestly, it wasn’t like he wasn’t happy to sleep in his own bed instead of the couch. he was. but he was also scared, even as he finally caved. “okay. i get it. we can share.”

and that was how he ended up in bed with you. his childhood crush. but not just that. the woman he was still very much in love with. his sister’s best friend too. and he was sure, absolutely certain, that this night would be his last. or maybe he’d already had his last and this was some peculiar amalgamation between heaven and hell, designed just for him.

you looked so peaceful while you slept. tobio’s gaze traced the features of your sleeping face. the way your lips parted slightly. your eyelids softly closed. the way your eyelashes fanned out over your cheekbones, and how the crease between your eyebrows smoothed out entirely. it was definitely heaven, that was for sure. but even though you were right there, looking like all of his dreams come true, he couldn’t touch you. couldn’t kiss youz couldn’t breathe you in. couldn’t put his arms around you. worse yet, he couldn’t even think about you. because thinking about you, would bring him nothing but trouble. so torturous hell it was indeed too.

it was safe to say, that tobio would not be getting much sleep that night. he felt fidgety, and his brain kept spinning, and spinning, and spinning, and spinning. more than once did he close his eyes, hoping to drift off, and more than once he found himself watching you with tired, aching eyes. he was tired. so tired. but yet, he couldn’t calm down. for what felt like hours, he just watched you, unnervingly aware of his own breathing. his body. and yours. all to aware of how the bed moved whenever he did, even the slightest of shifting his position. seconds, minutes and hours to tick by painfully slow, but at one point, he closed his eyes and flitted off into a light sleep.

something pressed against tobio’s front. something warm. something that smelled nice. you. his eyes opened wide when he remembered where he was. or rather who was here with him. your back was pressed against him and his arm draped around your middle. you must’ve turned around while he’d slept, and somehow you’d ended up in his arms. you were right there. right there. and you shifted against him, pressing further up against the length of his body. and the length of something else. the sensation all making him suck in a breath, that he quickly tried to disguise out of fear that it would wake you up.he should move. he should let go. shoot back. or maybe even shake you, and allow you do move away from him. but then you nestled even further against him and he couldn’t. he really should. but he couldn’t. not entirely. but he could loosen his grip at the very least. let happen what would happen. if you stayed, you stayed. if you moved, you moved. that was a nice compromise, he convinced himself. but truly, he simply just wasn’t ready to let you go just yet. and so he did. or he tried, but your groggy voice startled him, all attempts at giving you space, clattering to the floor when you spoke.

“don’t let go. it’s nice.” and it was probably safe to say, that even then, this night, despite being both heaven at hell, was undoubtedly the best night of tobio’s entire life.

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio x reader #haikyuu #fanfic #kageyama tobio fluff #i still don’t know how to tag my fics anymore so whatever #fuck it we ball #useradrienne

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inamedmywaterbottlemichael · 1 year

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°• Reminisce •°

kageyama tobio x reader

wordcount: 872

content warnings: none

summary: idk what to tell you its fluff, maybe a bit angsty but in the same way mayo is spicy u get me; a lot of nail cutting action; pianist!reader; post time-skip; gender neutral reader

ao3 :>>>

My nails are getting long, you thought as you stretched out your hands before you. They actually aren't that long- over a millimeter above your hyponychium. However, as a pianist, the smallest difference can mean vastly different results.

You noticed as much in your practice that day. Despite this, you managed to bear through the slight discomfort in how your fingers curved and the annoying tiny clack of your nails. But it was still irritating.

After stretching your arms over you for one last time, you closed the lid of your piano and returned your sheet music to the shelf amongst the other pieces and the trophies you have accumulated over the years.

You went to your bedroom and began to bring out an assortment of items from a drawer: nail clippers, nippers, pusher, and-

"Oi Tobio, have you seen my filer?" you shouted from across your apartment.

"Ah, sorry I'm using it."

You entered the living room to see your boyfriend on the couch diligently filing his nails. His nail kit was displayed messily before him on the coffee table; both of your professions (well in his case it's more of a preference) require proper finger care so each of you usually carry your own.

He didn't look up at you as you sat in front of him on the couch but did when you held out your hand. He placed the filer in your palm then you took his hand in yours and worked on his freshly cut nails.

"Didn't you just buy a new one? You lost the file already?" you asked. Kageyama of all people isn't one to just lose something.

"Korai-senpai borrowed it." He huffed in annoyance, a small frown denting his forhead. "It's already been three days."

"Three days... You counted? You're that upset?"

He glanced off to the side for a moment and mumbled, "But I just bought it."

You raised an eyebrow at his irritation, your mouth threatening to break into an amused smirk.

You don’t remember when all this started to come so naturally. The easy back and forth—very different from the first few months of dating Kageyama. It was sweet but also incredibly awkward. Sure, it was funny seeing a grown-ass, six-foot-tall (not to mention famous) adult squirm while holding your hand. But it also felt like there was a gap that you didn't know how to close. A wall that seemed too tedious to unbuild. Every time you tried to get closer, he distanced himself further in a blushing mess.

When he snapped at you for the first time, it was almost six months into your relationship. You were sprawled on the carpeted floor of Kageyama's studio at the time as he sat on his bed trimming his nails. With nothing better to do, you had offered to do it for him. A kind, domestic gesture. Things went downhill from there.

"Wait, Y/N, sto- OI! You idiot that's not how you do it!"

You saw the regret line his feature the second the words left his mouth but you didn't have time to process it. The shock from his sudden and unexpected anger had you yelling back.

"Ha? Idiot? I'm doing you a favor and you call me an idiot?"

At this point, there was no going back.

"I didn't ask for your help!"

"Well shit, sorry for offering–"

It went on for a ridiculous few minutes and the fight had ended with you storming out. A good five seconds of reflection had you coming right back in, however, because 'this is so stupid'. You closed the door sheepishly behind you and shuffled toward Kageyama who stood right where you left him, expression oddly unreadable. Maybe because you had never seen him like this.

Before you could blurt out an apology, Kageyama had grabbed your wrist and pulled you into an embrace. It was incredibly stiff but he was determined to not let go. You felt more than heard a muffled 'I'm sorry' vibrate into the crook of your neck.

Six months of dating and it was the first time he hugged you first.

But oh boy, was this not the last of it. Although less eventful, the two of you used to always bicker when doing each other's nails. But you kept doing it anyway. Even if he was just as, if not more, meticulous about it as you were since both of you liked it in a certain way. It was annoying but somehow also weirdly endearing.

How that settled into the calm and familiarness of the now was something you couldn't even be bothered to recount.

You filed the somewhat sharp edge of the last nail—the one on his calloused pinky—and brushed off some of the flakes.

He slid his hand from your grasp and then examined your work.

"Thanks," he said, grazing the pad of his thumb over his nails before leaning over to grab the nail cutter.

You leaned your head on the couch as Kageyama started working on your nails, the afternoon sun framing his face. A sudden burst of fondness swelled in your chest in the aftermath of your reminiscing. You didn't even realize the smile creeping into your face.

Kageyama swept a glance at you before looking back at your fingers.

"Why are you smiling?" he said, trying to stop the corners of his mouth from mirroring yours.

You break into a full-blown grin. "'cuz of you."

He rolled his eyes. "Gross."

#kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio one shot #kageyama tobio x reader #kageyama tobio x reader fluff #hq kageyama #haikyuu!!#haikuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyu x reader #take a shot everytime you see the word 'nails' 'fingers' and 'hands'#i wrote this like 2 years ago #and now im in a phase where i hate x readers #so that's fun #hope you still enjoy it tho #even tho its kinda all over the place:D

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mondrise · 2 years

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kageyama tobio being a good senpai 🥺

sophomore kageyama tobio is a lot better at the communication thing than freshman kageyama tobio. it would really suck if he wasn't, especially when it comes to the court—considering he spent nearly a year learning to play knife nice with his teammates, he's grown used to people counting on him, and he never complains because he's confident in his skills. of course, that confidence doesn't necessarily carry over into other aspects of his life.

communication, for example. just because he's better at it doesn't mean he's great. or good, even.

to the newer members on the team, he's still a bit rough around the edges. a couple of the scrubs muster the courage to make small talk every now and then, but the majority of them can never seem to say more than two syllables to him, much less continue a conversation. hinata is always the first to point it out, which is sort of annoying, if only because it's a known fact that hinata is their favorite out of all the upperclassman.

"maybe you should do something about that," hinata says.

tobio frowns. "you're gesturing to all of me."

"i didn't want to miss a spot."

"dumbass."

"i’m kidding," hinata grins. "don't worry so much about offending them, bakageyama. that’s not to say you should be rude on purpose, but at least you're not still being rude accidentally, either."

"still?"

"it was a compliment."

"me accidentally offending people?"

"you not accidentally offending people anymore."

"it's different when they're younger than you," tobio grumbles. "you're probably used to it, though, being the eldest child and all."

on the contrary, everyone in tobio's life has always been the same age or older, and he looks up to all of them one way or another. that's why he knows firsthand what it means to have heroes like that for kids like him. he isn't sure how to step into that role, if he wants to at all. the first years on the team are clumsy and curious, but what can he teach them that the others can't? it took him this long just to stop accidentally offending people.

"you're worrying again," hinata teases.

tobio swats at him. "shut up."

"what would our senpais do in this situation? i mean, you're definitely not as cool," tobio attempts another swipe at his head, but hinata avoids it with a laugh. "okay, okay! i just figured you could use them as inspiration without following in their exact footsteps! when i was gesturing to all of you, i was pointing out the best parts!"

tobio gives a grunt to end the conversation and promptly shifts into position. as he starts his serve, he begrudgingly takes the advice, thinking about his grandfather, his sister, his senpais, his friends—even dumbass hinata—and he arrives at the conclusion that all the best parts of him are an amalgamation of them.

then the ball flies. and so does tobio.

by the time he becomes vice captain in his third year, the younger members of the team can talk to him without stuttering like they once did when speaking to his second year self. had he done anything differently? no, not really. he just decided to do something, and people happened to notice.

as far as tobio knows, he isn't a hero to anyone, but he is a senpai—kageyama-senpai who spends so many of his breaks teaching the first years how to send a ball soaring over the net. kageyama-senpai who keeps coins in his pockets so he can buy them drinks after a late practice.

kageyama-senpai who throws his jacket over their shoulders when they doze off on the bus. kageyama-senpai who stays to toss for them even if he's exhausted from playing five straight sets. kageyama-senpai who isn’t the best at everything. or great. or good, even. but kageyama-senpai always tries.

the kids who look at him see all the best parts of themselves, too. there's no real way to put it into words until they hear hinata-senpai say them aloud.

"as long as you're here, i'm invincible."

kageyama-senpai might not consider himself a hero, but he sure has a way of making you feel like one. and that means more to them than anything else.

#haikyuu!!#hq #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #kageyama #tobio #kageyama tobio #kageyama tobio scenarios #kageyama tobio imagines #kageyama tobio fluff #kageyama tobio headcanons

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