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clairdelunelove · 2 years

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Dating Collegekyoutani! Headcanons Pt.I

kyoutani kentarou x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: slightly suggestive?

synopsis: had a couple ideas on what dating collegekyou! would be like! headcanon style!

a.n. another brainrot because I can't get university kyoutani out of my mind! I'll probably add to this as college courses start back up and I gain motivation <3

dating collegekyoutani! would include lots of early mornings where you’re knocking on his door

he’s still fast asleep, covered in his blankets while nudging a pillow underneath his chin

caught a case of blasting music until 2 in the morning because he wasn’t able to fall asleep

you’ll have to knock a couple times, mostly panicking because he’ll be late to his morning classes if he doesn’t get up right now

not knowing who it is, he’ll grumble out a, “hol’ your shit” while shrugging on an old shirt that’s strewn over the armrest of his chair

yes.

he sleeps in dark sweatpants and goes shirtless because it’s more comfortable to him

don't ask why.

he’ll yank the door open, frustration etched onto his face because someone just ruined his restless sleep, but then his eyes widen when it’s you- standing at the entryway of his dorm room and clad in the cutest outfit he’s ever seen

and no, he will never admit that every outfit you wear is disgustingly cute

“time to wake up,” you’d grin at him while he’s short circuiting, “and good morning, kyou.”

first off, it’s way too early for him to even comprehend that you’re literally here at this ungodly hour

second, he can't recall the last time anyone ever wished him a good morning

third, are you touching his hand right now?

sure enough, your fingers softly caress over kyoutani’s knuckles and he freezes at the touch before you’re teasingly scolding him with a, “you’re supposed to say it back, ya know.”

he’s clearing his throat, eyes darting from your fleeting touches on his hand and your bright smile, but manages out a pathetic, “mornin’.”

“good,” you’d hum in contentment before flashing him the watch on your wrist, “you have class in fifteen minutes.”

shit—

“and when you’re finished getting ready I’ll give you your good morning kiss,” you shyly mention with the hopes of motivating him to hurry.

it’s almost humiliating how fast kyoutani closes the door (not before telling you to wait for him) and scrambles over to the bathroom to brush his teeth with newfound vigor

dating collegekyoutani! means you never wait on him after class

he’s surprisingly on time to pick you up after each of your classes throughout the week

absolutely can not let you wait on him

makes it his goal to memorize your schedule so he doesn’t have to constantly check his phone about where the buildings are at

would glare (or curse) at anyone that got in his way while he was on his way to pick you up

“watch it,” he’d bark out while narrowly avoiding a duo of students that were aimlessly chatting

throws in a threatening snarl for good measure before he’s darting away because his pretty girl is texting him

^they’d be traumatized by it for the rest of their lives

imagine dark leather-clad kyoutani standing beside the entryway of your classroom while you’re bounding up to him— the definition of excitement as a smile stretches on your lips

he’s murmuring a quick, “how’d your class go,” while he plucks your backpack off of your shoulders and slings it over his own (basically second nature to him)

dating collegekyoutani! includes lots of handholding!

doesn’t matter when or where— this man will always have his hands on you

his love language is definitely physical touch so he craves the feeling of you being close to him

whether he’s snaking his arm around you to tug you closer or running his fingers over your hips, this man is at peace knowing that you’re safe with him

when you’re walking on campus with him he’ll nonchalantly thread his fingers with yours

he’d MELT if you decided to loop your pinky with his— it’s just so cute to him

if you tease him about it then kyoutani would pull his hand away to warn you for picking on him

“what was that, doll?” he’d ask while shoving his hands in his pockets

the corners of his lips would lift into a taunting smirk

“kyou!”

loves to hear you whine as your hands desperately claw at his to continue holding hands

it works every time

dating collegekyoutani! causes you to smile whenever he keeps you company

surprisingly enough, he’s unintentionally hilarious

if you’re having a bad day or the vibes are just off– he’s uncomfy when you’re not content/happy

does everything in his power to see you crack a smile

he’d hesitantly bring up something that happened during his classes or his shift at work

doesn’t matter what it is (i.e. he’d share whether a student was running late to class and caused a commotion)

attempt to tell you a joke— to which you don’t understand at first— so he’s awkwardly trying to explain it and the way the tips of his ears tinge red is usually enough to elicit an amused grin

if you’re having a headache during a cold day then he’ll fling his hoodie towards you

you’d probably resort to sarcasm to cover up the blush on your cheeks, “wow, this’ll definitely help cure my migraine.”

“on second thought,” he’d instantly snap back at you and grab the back of the hoodie he just threw, “gimme that shit back.”

you’d have to apologize with a, “i’m kidding, kyou!” and tug him down for a kiss before he lets you wriggle away from him

little do you know, as you’re sticking your arms through the sleeves, that he’s fighting off a satisfied smile

dating collegekyoutani! is an amazing choice for when you forget to take care of yourself

he knows that you’re extra stressed because it’s finals week

ALWAYS treats you to food so he knows you’re eating

“just pick what you want”

he doesn’t mind what you pick because he’s already got a good amount of funds left in his bank account from his on-campus job

plus

with the way your face dazzles at the sight of colorful desserts, kyoutani isn't really worried about picking up more shifts to earn cash

he’s surprisingly doting too

the type to motion you towards him with a single finger while you’re recalling details about your day

adores listening to your voice and his eyes would absentmindedly drift to your glossy lips

“c’mere,” he’s saying and a pleased hum escapes him when you’re so obedient to his every word

it makes his warm all over

uses his thumb to swipe up the cream at the corner of your lips

he’d lick the cream off of his thumb while holding eye contact with you

offhandedly throws in a “so messy, baby”

100% KNOWS that it drives you crazy so he always does it

lowly chuckles, the sound drives shivers up your spine, as you’re sputtering out the remainder of your story about your day

he’d also bring you coffee or tea (whichever you prefer!) after classes if he knows you need it

doesn’t want to overload you on caffeine but knows the pick-me-up is appreciated!

while you’re sipping away on your cup he’s already crushing an empty can of a monster energy drink

when it’s cold out (aka you have classes during the fall or winter semesters!) and you forget your jacket— don’t fret!

kyoutani will lightly scold you for it, mumbling out, “you knew it’d be cold today,” but still drapes his leather jacket over your shoulders

he knows it’s not ideal to keep you warm but it’ll have to work for now

yes. you are correct if you assumed that kyoutani brings a spare jacket after this instance

you’re instantly worried because he’s only in a t-shirt despite the frigid weather

“but,” you hurriedly attempt to shrug off the jacket, “you’ll be cold, kyou-”

if you even TRY to take it off all he’ll do is raise an inquisitive brow and that’s enough to stop you

when you tug the jacket closer to you, it smells graciously of pinewood mixed with another musky scent

it’s intoxicating enough to make you lightheaded during class as your mind is filled— entirely— of kyoutani

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jesswritesthat · 2 years

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Kyōtani Kentarō: All Bark No Bite

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.4k. fluff

• Mad Dog is known for being scary, but the tables turn when a date gets turned into babysitting.

Warnings: None

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"I can't go out with you."

Kyōtani was going to kill you for this.

Okay, he wasn't.

If anything, this was hurting him far more considering you'd known how much courage it'd taken for him to establish a friendship with you - let alone anything else.

Oikawa was painfully clear that 'Mad Dog-Chan' was a savage barbed wire wall, and that you shouldn't take any interaction for granted (especially when you received consideration rather than rough barks like Seijoh did).

So here he was standing outside your door, bomber jacket overlaying a crisp white t-shirt with a flash of disappointment quickly morphing back to his signature scowl.

"Is that your boyfriend?"

The two of you immediately locked surprised gazes, flicking down to the innocent tone of the child peering past your hip.

"Ah, this is Kyōtani, we were supposed to go out tonight Sakura..."

The small brunette hummed in understanding, prior to stepping past you and extending her little digits to pull his own from his pockets.

"I needed a babysitter last minute but I don't want to ruin your date. You should stay too Kyōtani-san!"

Instantly his widened eyes were seeking yours for approval, so you nodded with a smile - somewhat intrigued as to whether he'd agree considering his daunting nature and rebellious attitude. That wouldn't coincide with a delicate child, would it?

"Fine." It was forcibly choked out, Sakura having retrieved his calloused hand, tugged him toward the doorway and past your bewildered form. You thought he'd refuse...

It started with awkward introductions and explanations, Mad Dog sat stiffly, offering short and curt answers to satisfy the innocent curiosity of the 9 year old all whilst dodging any enlightenment regarding your relationship with him. How you knew each other from school and how you were friends with the volleyball club, and thus him included - except, you two were closer than the rest. It seemed informative enough judging by Sakuras' continuation to quiz him on an all manner of things.

Once acquainted you decided to prepare drinks, finding mild entertainment in the pleading look your friend sent you as you disappeared into the kitchen - the returning scene far more entertaining.

"Nice tiara Kentarō."

A darkened gaze settled on your figure, you'd expected embarrassment based on his sharp edge but instead Kyōtani sat up straighter, pink gems fracturing the light of the room, and nodded in proud approval.

"...thanks."

Sakura giggled from her spot in front him, allowing him to continue his task with his tongue peeking out from his lips due to concentration whilst you placed the tray on the table.

"What are you doing?" You'd only been gone mere minutes, but it was plenty of time for the enthusiastic child to drag him into whatever world she'd carefully crafted.

"I asked Kyōtani to plait my hair!" With that gleeful statement, you raised your brow at the now flustered Spiker who refused to meet your gaze. Flushing further when you perched next to him to overlook his work as he tied it off.

"It's a perfect french braid."

"Really?! I want to see!" Instantly she'd ran off to the nearest mirror, leaving yourself and Kyōken alone for a while.

"Where'd you learn that?" Your tone was softer, almost admiring of his skill and was one he'd heard whenever you'd ask him about Volleyball. He was inclined to answer then, a brief smirk of remembrance tainting his lips and once removing the tiara, he rested his forearms on his legs and fiddled with the headpiece.

"I tried it on my dog when I was younger, but my mother insisted I learn with her hair instead."

"I bet your dog had fun, and it came in useful since you've made Sakuras' day." There was an amused scoff from him, yourself turning to sarcastically comment but were silenced when you felt a weight atop your head. "What're you doing—"

"You look better with it anyway, you're more like royalty than me."

"Mm, you certainly treat me like it Kentarō. I hope I repay the favour to you too." Your intimate words had left him speechless, flushing so deeply you could see the scarlet tint dusting the tips of his ears.

"I— yeah, you— always."

It was beautifully still, a cartoon softly playing in the background as you stared a second longer at each other with small soft smiles gracing your faces, within the next his gaze flickered to your lips and back up with a soft pink dusting his features now. In honesty, you wanted to kiss him too, hence how you'd tilted your head as a hint, then he'd began to lean in—

"Kyōtani-san! (Y/n)-chan! Shall we play a game?" She'd happily yelled before she'd skipped into the room, yourself immediately falling into Kentarōs chest - more solid than you'd originally thought.

The blonde stifled a laugh, grasping your jaw with his digits to pull you back up to meet his admiring gaze.

"Dumbass."

Regardless, you’d set up her Nintendo Wii and began a heated marathon of games - yourself and Mad Dog growing competitive, playfully nudging and blocking each other’s view when vying for the victory. Sakura suffered the same from the two of you, infuriated screams and giggles escaping her when you’d covered her eyes. Though you pretended to ignore the instance Kyōtani let her win, feigning disappointment as she’d proclaimed her victory.

Then Sakura rushed off to the toilet, leaving you and the Spiker to play a 1 vs 1, competitiveness getting the best of you when you’d tickled his side - finding yourself now pinned with the catchy defeat tune filling the room.

“That’s cheating, there’s consequences for that y’know.”

“What are you gonna do about it Mad Dog-Chan?”

That elicited a growl from his throat, the delicacy of the thumb ghosting over your lower lip completely contrasting it.

“Ready to lose again?” Sakura burst in, perplexed by the scene before her. “You two take Street Fighter quite literally don’t you? Whatever I still won, how about this game next?”

With a huff he’d sat up, Sakura pushing remotes over to the both of you.

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"Thank you for tonight Kentarō, I'm sorry it's not what we expected." You’d gratefully admitted as you walked him out, coming to a standstill in the crisp night air.

"A date involves spending time with someone right? So this... was ideal."

"You think so?" The challenge posed in your tone forced him to cover his sentiment with his more aggressive attitude.

"Tch I stayed with you didn't I?"

"Yeah but is that because you liked my company or because you wanted the tiara?"

"Tiara obviously, I look good in it. Just ask Sakura." A nod of acknowledgment was sent to the young girl now joining your side - almost missing the sheepish confession of yours.

"You look good without it too..."

"I— I do?" Shaking himself from his initial flustering, he was quick to shove his hands in his pockets and look away with an irritated expression. "Uh whatever, dumbass."

His characteristic frown remained present as he’d return to look at you, then down to the smiling girl by your side.

Kyōtani breathed a heavy sigh having reconsidered, the blonde briskly clasping your hand to bring your knuckles to his lips. The kiss far more slow and gentle compared to his usual movements.

“Oh hell no. Sakura sorry but—“ Swift as a ninja you’d manoeuvred her inside, door closed before she could even turn around in protest - yourself situated in a position that prevented her from opening it despite the futile attempts.

“The f— mphf~” Kyōtani was curious, but instinctively surrendered when you’d pulled him toward you, palm flat against the wall beside you to steady himself. That’s when you kissed him, properly. Tentatively. As if asking if you had been misreading the signs all night. Judging by the cunning smirk against your skin and his willingness to continue though, you hadn’t.

“You’re not funny! Let me say goodbye to Kyōtani-san!” The incessant knocking behind your body stifled you, pulling away from Kentarō with a breathless laugh.

“Alright alright, I’ve already said mine.”

Releasing your hold on the door, Sakura stumbled out with a frustrated pout, eyeing the suspicious amount of space between the two of you and carried out her intention.

The two of you walking back inside after seeing the Spiker off, Sakura all too glad about goodness knows what.

“So he is your boyfriend.” She paused. “Knew it.”

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kisuga · 1 year

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CAN SOMEONE WRITE A KYOUTANI X READER WHERE HIM AND THE READER BOND CUZ THEY BOTH HAVE DOGS AND THE DOGS ARE INTERESTED IN EACH OTHER (ALMOST LIKE 101 DALMATIANS)

#🖋.emilyrants #i’ll do anything #kyoutani kentarou #kyoutani x reader #kyoutani fluff

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foranpo · 2 years

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ੈ˚★ five times kyoutani found out about love.

synopsis: kyoutani wasn't very wise when it came to feelings, but thank god he had you to teach him a little more.

fandom: haikyuu.

character: kyoutani kentarou.

reader: gn!

genre: long-shot.

content: fluff, soft kyoutani.

word count: 3k.

cole's note: recycled post #yup (@.kashika/@.sam-writs). i am #1 kyoutani defender, bye.

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading <3 ──────

The first time was an impulsive act of yours.

Although you weren't the team's manager, your presence in training and games became something quite common and, as such, all the players and coaches were looking forward to your good mood and words of encouragement, whether during training, games or a simple meeting; the reality is that wherever the team went, you went too. In jest, many of them started calling you their mascot, an affectionate nickname that quickly made its way into the mouths of every member of the volleyball club, all of whom saw you as a younger member of that family in need of protection.

So, it was normal for you to be next to the coaches during training, your perception of that sport improving visibly and, as such, all your comments were welcomed by the various players and coaches. You did a great job cheering up the team; your good disposition and your incessant encouragement were part of your, all the players esteeming you and your effort –you really liked that little family and wanted to take care of them.

Now, as much as you told them not to work so hard, or to rest, and as much respect they had for you, the reality is that most of them didn't listen to you, especially Kyoutani Kentarou.

Kyoutani has always been a complicated boy for you, someone you couldn't get close to for nothing, the few words you exchanged being out of pure courtesy; that's why there wasn't a strong connection between you and him, your coexistence being only obligatory due to the club; however, Kyoutani was still part of the volleyball team and, as such, in a way, he was still important to you.

So it was almost instinctive for you to run to him in that practice, the headbutt he'd landed on the net post looking painful; your feet ran rapidly until you reached Kyoutani, your knees quickly finding the ground in such a violent and drastic way, your eyes searching for some visible wound on his forehead while your lips, almost in a cry of anguish, asked “Are you okay?”.

Kyoutani's reaction was no surprise: the absence of any gesture or word shown that he wasn't expecting you to come to his aid so worried; his eyes could not leave your delicate figure while your hands quickly found his face, searching minutely for any wound, any redness in his face; Kyoutani was static, without reaction, his lips wanting to say something, but without any result because, quite simply, Kyoutani Kentarou was not used to displays of affection.

But what really surprised him, what really made Kyoutani realize that it was something more than affection, was when you got closer and closer to him, your lips following an invisible path to his forehead, depositing a small, tender kiss that caught everyone off guard.

“What are you doing?” Kyoutani had finally uttered more than two mere words, the aggression in his voice trying in vain to camouflage the strong pink tone that grew at an extreme speed on his cheeks.

And you just straightened up, your hands resting on your legs while a wide and strong smile shamelessly ripped your face as you repeated that phrase that you insisted on repeating to the other members, now only addressed to him:

“I’m kissing it better.”

The second time was pure coincidence.

Winter has always been a season that gave you constant struggles: the school uniform being too thin to withstand the cold, the incessant snowfall, the icy wind that cut your face, the constant evaluations at school, the long hours at the club; winter was a season of the year that never stopped challenging you.

And that day was no different.

You had stayed late at school, helping teachers and students prepare for the winter festival, a pile of tasks piling up with your breath, the end of your suffering coming with the first stars of the night.

It was late, you knew it was late, but you couldn't help but stop by the gym on the way home, the curiosity to know if you were alone taking care of your steps and dictating your path. You walked carefully, your feet afraid to step on the ground due to the heavy and thick layer of snow that covered it, the school lights illuminating so shyly and awkwardly your way to the gym; you warmed your hands close to your mouth, the scarf you wore was of little use when the strong wind insisted on laying it on the ground.

So it was a relief when you reached the gym, a small figure closing the building door after turning off all the lights.

“Are you the last one?” your smile was tender, delicate, embellished by the soft snowflakes that colored your hair; you stood in front of the gym, waiting for him to just close the door and come to you –hoping he would come to you.

“I stayed late,” it was rare to hear Kyoutani's voice; even though he had already stopped avoiding you, even though he now really listened to you as you spoke, he was still the same, distant and cold, not wanting anyone to approach him and not wanting to approach anyone –but that didn't make him any less important.

He took out the gym key and stuffed it awkwardly in his pants pocket, starting a path unknown to you, his footsteps trying to take him home; and you quickened your pace, running a little after Kyoutani, only slowing your speed when you finally caught up with him.

Silence settled between the two of you as the sounds of the city began to snuggle your footsteps into the icy snow.

Kyoutani was looking at you carefully, without you noticing that you were being the focus of his attention; your steps were toasted by the delicate sound of the snow, the strong lights of the city managing to obstruct for a moment the sweet and delicate stars that tried to show you the way; and you remained beside Kyoutani, a strong and true smile on your face, your hands incessantly fixing your scarf.

And he kept looking at you, not being able to understand what you were doing, or what you intended with that walk.

You intrigued Kyoutani, you were someone he just couldn't understand or unravel because you always seemed so genuine it seemed like a lie; so he couldn't help but think that you had secondary motives for your actions, especially when it came to him, because Kyoutani just couldn't believe that you really cared about him –he could only doubt you.

“What are you doing?” he stopped pacing and stared at you, confusion and doubt fully exposed on his rosy face from the cold.

You shrugged your shoulders, looked at the stars and let the icy night air scratch your throat when you so naturally and genuinely let words of affection and tenderness penetrate Kyoutani's heart:

“I’m walking you home.”

The third time was a courtesy of yours.

The exams before summer were always the most difficult; as such, there were several sessions scheduled by the club in an attempt to improve academic performance. The location always varied, no specific place to be claimed by you, the sessions always to be booked at the last minute; cafes or own houses, each day was different and, on that day, it was up to you to offer your house for a small study session.

It was an intense Saturday afternoon, surrounded by books and notes, discussions of topics and mutual help filling the living room of your house, food and drinks disappearing at a surprising speed. It was a productive afternoon, something quite rare with such an eccentric group, so the feeling of accomplishment was visible in your broad smile as you lazily said goodbye to your friends –after all, night was coming and the exams started early the following Monday.

You were at your door saying goodbye to the last boys, Iwaizumi and Kyoutani looking too tired to hear you properly, Oikawa being too noisy to hide his tiredness. And you could only smile; despite your extreme tiredness and your desire to close your eyes to get a good night's rest, you could only smile with Oikawa's eccentricity, Iwaizumi's hoarse words, Kyoutani's shy looks.

It was with a big smile on your face that you said your last goodbye to your colleagues, your words coming out in a slurred whisper when you asked them, with affection and kindness, to let you know when they got home –since it was already dark and the scenarios that could happen were infinite.

So, taken by your affectionate gesture, the boys went on their way, Oikawa and Iwaizumi texting you almost at the same time after ten minutes, Kyoutani still walking his long and lonely way home.

Kyoutani's mind wouldn't stop working.

Your kind request continued to resonate loudly in his mind, haunting him during the dark journey he took home; your sweet words continued to vibrate strongly in his mind, intrigued him even more with every step he took –after all, did you really want to know if he got home safe? It seemed impossible for Kyoutani someone wanting to care about his well-being, and the fact that that someone was you only made the whole scenario more unlikely. Therefore, it was only natural for Kyoutani to come home and throw his body onto the bed, totally ignoring your request, totally forgetting about his cell phone.

That is, until it started ringing.

Kyoutani was about to fall asleep when his cell phone started to vibrate loudly inside his backpack, a small melody coming up soon after; the boy got up from the bed a little reluctantly, all the tiredness he was saving for sleep dissipating from the moment he got up –and Kyoutani just wanted to sleep.

With short, uncertain steps, he approached the corner of the room, crouching down and taking out the cell phone where the bright colors of the screen played with each other, forming your name with some enthusiasm and joy.

And Kyoutani, quite confused, decided to answer.

“What are you doing? It's almost one in the morning,” Kyoutani sat on the floor in utter defeat, his free hand being placed behind his head as he let himself fall back, his back feeling the warm wood, his eyes closing with the tiredness.

You didn’t hold your reply for long.

Since he had left your house almost three hours ago that you waited patiently for his message, or for him to enter some social network and make his existence known; but Kyoutani had just gone to sleep and he didn't deign to answer, to make a small and simple gesture. The scenarios that had run through your head were countless and all violent, each worse than the last, Kyoutani's explosive nature being your main source of concern.

So when you heard his voice, so sleepy and slurred, you breathed a sigh of relief and let your body fall comfortably on your bed, your eyes closing as your lips, so slowly and lazily, replied to Kyoutani:

“I’m checking on you. You didn’t text me.”

The fourth time was a mistake of yours.

Monday mornings were always difficult for you; it was impossible to wake up early or on time on a Monday and, as such, your whole process of getting ready and getting your things for school was done in an extreme rush, your mind never being able to accurately process everything that was happening. Thus, on that particular morning, it was with great surprise that you sat down at your classroom desk on time, your hands rummaging through your suitcase and discovering a little mistake of yours.

Throughout the morning classes, you kept thinking about that mistake of yours, your mind trying to make excuses for what you did.

You were so confused, you couldn't remember the exact moment you screwed up; I mean, you perfectly remembered waking up ten minutes after the alarm, your uniform being so inhumanly dressed it was a wonder it looked good on you; your hair was combed with your fingers while your elbows pushed books and pencils into your backpack; after putting your lunch in your bag, you ran out of the house and got to the classroom on time. So… where did you go wrong?

The fateful lunch hour has arrived and with it the exposure of your mistake.

You sat at your table with a blank stare, while your backpack rested carefully on your legs, and after taking a deep breath, you decided to take your bento box and set it down on the table, a second box appearing inside your backpack.

You sighed.

Would you have to eat it all by yourself?

You started to hear little laughs in the room, your friends pointing out your mistake and offering to eat your second lunch –after all, your cooking was coveted by the entire school.

However, just as you looked up to confront the various requests, you saw a Kyoutani lost in the hallway, a small sandwich from the vending machine remaining intact inside the plastic in his hand; and you smiled.

“Kyoutani!”

Your call quickly caught his attention and as soon as he saw you smiling and calling out to him with your hand, he approached you with slow steps.

From the moment his feet stepped into your classroom, absolute silence was felt, all the students eating their lunch with unnecessary attention to Kyoutani, the boy feeling pressured by the people's shameless looks.

“What do you want?”

You just pointed to the empty chair in front of you and the second lunch box, your smile so wide and sincere it managed to infect Kyoutani for mere seconds. He held the chair and placed it next to you, his hands nervously holding the second box while a sweet and faint smile began to shyly appear on his face when Kyoutani heard your words:

“I made an extra lunch and I want to share it with you.”

The fifth time was constant.

Kyoutani knew you since the first year of high school. Although you didn't attend the same class, your paths crossed constantly in the halls and, later, in the volleyball club; as such, a small bond began to emerge between you, a tenuous and fragile bond that was held by you –until Kyoutani realized the four times you showed affection.

Kyoutani was never a boy of positive feelings, anger and disobedience constantly driving his actions, never questioning the side effects he could cause. Kyoutani never believed in love, or friendship, or anything else, because, quite simply, Kyoutani never thought he was capable of being loved.

But everything changed with you.

Your arrival in his life came wrapped in a thin paper of warmth, a fiery ball of affection exploding under the wrapping, the strong and positive emotions you provided Kyoutani being completely alien to him. It was all new to him, your small gestures managing to break down so incessantly the high, thick walls he had created over time. And Kyoutani didn't care at all; your vulgar effort touched him in a surprising way, your good and genuine nature managing to bring some clarity to Kyoutani's life.

And he could count how many times you showed him that he was important, that he was capable of being loved.

“Good morning!” your voice echoed down the hall as soon as you saw Kyoutani, your footsteps rushing towards him and stopping in front of him, a big and tender smile beautifying your face when, so excitedly, you said the same words again, this time just for him. “Good morning, Kyoutani.”

And that was when Kyoutani realized: seeing you so close to him, the repetition of your words being carried out in mere seconds, your smile being formed instantly, he realized.

“Five times,” he muttered those words under his breath, his mind taking him back to all the mornings you wished him a good morning, not a single day passing you by in those two years. You used to take some of your time to say hello to him every day for two years now, mere seconds of your day that, in a certain way and that he only now realized, made him happier.

And you smiled, realizing what he meant with those little words.

You thought it was obvious: Issei constantly thanking you for your little daily reminders, Shigeru not being able to have a good day without your sweet words; but you knew that with Kyoutani you had to give him more time, you had to be patient; you knew that eventually he would realize –and he finally did, the rosy color in his cheeks fooled no one.

So it was with great relief that you spoke before going to your classroom, your words hovering in the hallway and taking time to dissipate, wanting, above all, to deliver the message correctly to Kyoutani; your lips moved clearly, his smile expanding with every word:

“Love is in the little things, after all.”

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sleepy-exe · 1 year

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Mechanic AU - 15

Kyoutani x f!reader

<< Part 14 | Part 16 >>

Summary: The Subaru is fixed, but at what cost.. Kyoutani sees another side of you.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings/Genre: sfw, mdni, angst, hurt/comfort but more like angst/comfort, fluff

Part 15: Not A Daydream

Barging into your home, you find an empty living space. Even Indigo doesn’t greet you, and a quick look in the kitchen shows you he’s not in his crate. Satori is likely on a walk with your baby.

It’s perfect really, getting to come home to an empty apartment to distress on your own before you head out to get your car in an hour or two. Plopping down on the floor in your dirty uniform you browse through your apps to find something to distract while you wind down, you’re not feeling up for a shower quite yet but don’t want to get your furniture dirty either.

When you find yourself bored with any app you open, you finally decide to check your notifications that fill the top of the screen. First on the list - a missed call and voicemail from about an hour ago, left from the dealership that has your car.

Listening to the voicemail, your face scrunches up with displeasure at the information that they left you with. So much for chilling out.

Giving them a call back and having your call redirected, a man answers the phone with a friendly greeting.

“Hey." You speak with something akin to forced kindness, trying to mask your bad mood, "This is Y/n, I missed a call from you guys about my 2018 Subaru WRX.”

”Hey, Y/n,” his cheerful voice chimes through the speaker, “So it looks like your fans are out and that's causing the issue. Looks to be some internal damage, so it will need replaced.”

“Fans,” you strain to hold back your anger. They have ran you around all this time, acting like you don’t know what you’re talking about, just to tell you that your original concern was indeed the problem. Not only is that insulting, but you shouldn’t have needed to bring your car back for a second time. “The fans up front?”

“Yes, there’s fans right behind the radiator and that's your problem-“

You’re pissed. Your heart is pounding and you can’t stand to lay on the floor anymore. Standing, you lose what’s left of your cool and growl lowly into your phone, “You mean the radiator fans. What I’ve brought up twice now?”

Engulfed in your anger, you don’t hear the front door open or the jumbled footsteps heading to the kitchen. Or towards you.

When you feel a hand touch your shoulder, you jump and whip around to sneer at the offender without thought.

Without a word, Tendou raises his hands defensively, and you continue your over-the-phone rampage, completely ignoring him and walking to your room for some privacy.

“That fans haven’t worked in weeks now. Why hasn't it been fixed? You charged me a diagnostic fee and didn't even check the part I bought up to you in the first place?!” The bite to your words has the man on the call stunned, desperately apologizing.

Swinging your bedroom door open, your eyes immediately land on Kyoutani. To your surprise, he’s stretched out on your bed with his hands tucked behind his head and earbuds in. You were not aware that he would be giving you a visit today. Not that you would normally care, but you really did not want an audience for this conversation.

Catching your moderately aggressive entrance, he pulls the earbuds from his ears and sits up in one swift motion, dark eyes glued to you.

With your little distraction, Tendou manages to slip the phone out of your hand. You shoot him a glare over your shoulder, but you find that he isn’t even looking at you. No, he's looking past you at Kyoutani. He ends the call and pockets the phone without giving you a glance.

You turn to him, arms thrown out, “Tori, what the fuck?!”

“I will call them back and take care of it for you,” he states matter of factly, seemingly unbothered by the situation while simultaneously defusing what he can.

“I don't need you to take care of it! I was handling it!”

The redhead gently places his hands on your shoulders, speaking equally as gently, “You were about to verbally assault the person on the other line.”

You scoff at the accusation and Tendou looks over your head, hands sliding down your shoulders and over your arms, pulling away as another set of hands grab your waist firmly. The extra hands remind you that someone else is witnessing your display and you grumble a curse to yourself.

“If you’ve got this,” Satori nods to you, then taps the stolen phone in his pocket, “I’ll take care of this, m’kay?”

Kyoutani gives him an affirmative hum, hands still keeping you anchored in place beneath his firm grip.

Even with your lower body frozen in place, you continue to growl and grumble over your roommate interrupting you and taking your phone. Regardless though, Satori walks off to the next room, ignoring your complaints.

With one strong arm wrapping around your waist, Kyoutani reaches out and slams the door closed.

“Kyou,” you growl, low and stern, almost sounding like a threat. But his other arm wraps around you anyway and he kisses your temple softly.

His voice drops, lips pressed to the shell of your ear as he whispers, “I’m not about to tell you to calm down. I know that's the last thing you want to hear. Hell, it pisses me off more when someone tells me that.”

His warm breath tickling your skin distracts you once again. But it’s short lived. You push at his arms in an attempt to break free of the embrace and snarl, “Let go.”

“If that's what you want.” He drops his arms, setting you free only to stand in front of you - between you and the door.

All you can hear is your heart beating in your ears. You glower at nothing as your thoughts race too fast for you to latch on to a single one of them.

A hand slips under yours, palm to palm. He gives your hand a squeeze, “Can we talk? ..I know I’m not much of a talker. Erm, we could sit together or lay down. Listen to something?”

Brows still scrunched together with a frown as you clench your jaw. Finally, you look into Kyoutani’s eyes, finding something unknown in them. Something you haven’t seen from him before. Your scowl softens and your jaw relaxes as he watches you with worry-filled eyes.

“Can we,” he looks down to your joined hands, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, “We could go somewhere. Or maybe- Do you like walks? We could take Indigo-“ He stops when he looks back up and sees your glossy eyes. “Ah, shit. Did I say something? I-“

“No,” you take a shaky breath, still pissed, but now pissed about being pissed. “I, uh, want to stay here. I don't want to leave.”

He nods as you pull from him to go sit on your bed, shoving your face into your hands with a groan.

Hesitating to join you, he glances around your room that has been neat the many times he's been here before. Noting the messy environment he's not used to seeing here, he slowly makes his way over to sit on the bed with you.

In an instant, you let go of your face to rest your head on his shoulder. “How did you even get here? Satori was out with Indy.”

“He let me in before he left. I thought you wanted to hang out today?”

Oh. That’s right. You completely forgot about your plans with Kyoutani when your car appointment got moved. Forgetting that you had plans that you intended on canceling or rescheduling.

“I know I was early, but I didn’t have anything better to do..”

“No, no, no. I meant to reschedule with you after my appointment got moved.” Embarrassment and guilt begins to override your intense anger and tears gather in your eyes again.

Until you realize just what he said and you decide to tease him about it. “You’d rather be at my apartment, alone, than do something more fun?”

“Well, I just.. Yeah.”

“Wow,” you joke, giving him a toothy grin.

“And you forgot about me,” he pushes you over, making your back hit the bed with a yelp. “And here I thought you cared.”

His scowl fails to disguise the hint of laughter in his tone, and you can feel yourself melting into the blankets. Your voice comes out small, “I do.”

A grin pokes at the corners of his lips as he leans over you, looking particularly smug. “I know.”

A silver chain sparkling above you captivates you as always. While the frequency of his visits and hang out sessions haven't slowed down, it's been some time since he last accepted your sexual advances. Although, you get the feeling he's holding back for one reason or another. “Y-yeah?”

He arches a brow at the change in attitude. Angry lioness turned sweet as a kitten in just seconds before his eyes. “Hmph.”

Lightly dragging his fingertips across where you’re most ticklish, he pulls a screech from you, “Kyou!”

He barks a laugh, a sound that you can't help but grin at.

Hooking a leg around him and pushing off, you successfully knock him on his side next to you. Now you're the one laughing, though he still is too.

You sit up on your elbow, looking down at him. Admiring the soft smile on his lips.

“Are you in a better mood yet?” He wraps an arm around you, letting you tuck into his side.

“Now I am.” With your soft words, you close your eyes.

There’s a soft knock against your bedroom door before it cracks open, Tendou peeks in and sees you fast asleep on Kyoutani’s chest. He quietly apologizes, “Oh, sorry.”

Kyoutani speaks up, though as softly as Tendou, when the redhead begins to leave the doorway, “It's fine.”

“I just, uh, it was quiet. I didn't know if you guys were still here.” He looks at your sleeping figure, your back to him. He arches a skeptical brow, “You got her to calm down?”

Kyoutani runs a hand over your hair. “Enough.” He glances at your roommate, then away, then at you.

“Would you, if she's still sleeping - or really just regardless - go with me to get her car in a bit?” Long fingers fiddle together as he hums. “I don't think anyone there, uh, would appreciate it if she goes. I mean, it could be entertaining to see how that goes, but.. Probably not for the best.”

You start to stir and Kyoutani freezes until you give a sleepy sigh and relax again. Peering at Tendou, he nods in agreement.

You wake up alone in bed, in not much more than an undershirt and panties. You don’t remember being tucked in under a plush duvet. Rubbing sleep from your eyes, you pad down the hall to find your roommate watching some cooking channel. Stepping up to his side, you cross your arms. You must have given him some sort of look, because he chuckles softly and gestures at your attire when he meets your eyes.

“Ah, that was me.” A sly grin creeps across his face and he holds up a hand, a finger and thumb nearly touching each other, “Pretty sure your friend was this close to decking me for it.”

A sleepy smirk graces your lips, “He didn't?”

“Well,” his face morphs into something mischievous, “I did explain that it's nothing new.”

You mouth ‘oh’ and glance around the room, “Where is he?”

“I don't know,” he says, throwing his arms up into a shrug, “You were already pissed at me, and then him. I left him alone. He left, that's all I know.”

You raise a hand to your head, it's pounding. “I’m gonna take a shower.. Let me know if he comes back or whatever.”

“Want something for that?”

“Hm?”

He taps his own head. “Headache? You should have some water too.”

A heavy sigh leaves your lips. “Yeah. You always seem to know.”

“I’ve been around you enough.” He turns his attention back to the TV. “Go on. I’ll bring you some.”

In the shower, you sit on the tile floor with hot water spraying at you, melting away tension from your muscles and helping you relax. Moments like these are when you really wish you had a bathtub.

By the time you gain the will to scrub yourself down and get out of the shower, wrapping a towel around your torso while searching for the will to leave the room and get dressed, Satori let’s himself in the bathroom. Setting a glass of water and medicine on the sink, he turns to you with his hands on his hips. “So how’d he do that? Did he knock you out? Should I have Toshi fight him?”

You completely ignore that he even suggested Wakatoshi would fight someone. “No, we just.. I don’t know. I laid down and got tired is all.”

“Mhmm..” He nudges the glass closer to you. “Well, your car is back. Don’t worry, I used your card for it.” From his pocket, pulls out your phone and waves it in the air too high for you to reach, “If I give this back are you going to use it for evil?”

“Always.”

“Thatta girl,” he chuckles, sitting the phone down. “That shop is closed now anyway. No harnessing anyone the rest of the night, okay?”

You click your tongue but grin at him anyway, at least until your grin goes somber. “Hey.. Uhm, I’m sorry about earlier.” You sigh, leaning a hip against the sink counter. “I shouldn’t have went off on you like that. You were just helping.. I just-" An exhale leaves your lips in mild frustration. "I don’t know."

“Hey. It’s okay.” His eyes are as bright as ever, making him look carefree and unbothered.

Though that doesn't ease the guilty feeling in your chest. “No, it’s not.”

"You feel bad and you're sorry. Well, I forgive you," he pats your arm before pausing and giving you an update on your car - including how overpriced the service turned out to be.

You grimace, “I shoulda done it myself.”

Satori tilts his head shooting you an annoyed-like look. “And stress yourself out more? This would have happened either way.”

“Most of that was probably labor. I could get that part for-“

He cuts you off before you can complain too much, “Okay, okay, but you and work were too busy. That’s why you took it elsewhere. The guys wouldn’t be able to get it in yet, the car was overheating so you couldn’t put it off, and you were too busy with work yourself. Ya know, like the rest of the guys you work with. You would have either overworked yourself and got upset or risked your car having worse problems which would upset you. You made a good decision taking it somewhere that could get it in.”

“I shouldn't of had to take it to them twice when I told them what it was in the first place,” you grumble, arm crossed over your chest.

“You're right. But why didn’t you leave it with them when they didn’t fix it before?”

Pulling your gaze away from his red eyes, you sound defeated, “I took their word for it and didn’t check..”

“Then lesson learned?”

“Yeah. Do it myself," you say matter-of-factly.

Satori sighs. “Y/n, Y/n.. Well, I’m going to make dinner. Hayashi rice.”

You raise a brow at the food choice knowing it usually means one thing. “Ushijima coming over?”

Stepping out of the room, he peeks over his shoulder, “What can I say? After your little bit there I could use a good end to my night.”

You watch the door close and straighten yourself, turning your attention to your reacquired phone. “Hmm..”

Kyou..

Unlocking the phone, you hover over his name for a moment before texting him.

>> To Kyou: “hey”

You bite your lip and start to type a second message but backspace it away, choosing not to ramble on about your worries and instead give him a chance to reply in hopes to gauge how he may be feeling himself after earlier.

Waiting to hear back, you head to your room for some comfortable clothes, a long tee and sweatpants, before joining your roommate in the kitchen. You figure you could help him cook as some form of an apology as well as showing him appreciation.

What would you do without Satori?

The two of you finish making dinner before Wakatoshi arrives at your place. You take a plate to your room rather than wait around for him, not willing to face him after causing Satori trouble as if he would do anything about it.

Knowing you likely won't leave your bedroom for the night, the redhead wishes you sweet dreams and you thank him for the meal and all he's done for you today.

You're leaving your empty plate on the desk in the corner of your room when you check your phone for the nth time tonight. Still no word from Kyoutani though. Kicking off your pants before putting your phone on charge for the night, you text him again.

>> To Kyou: “I wanted to apologize for losing my shit earlier..”

>> To Kyou: “um.. call me later or something”

>> To Kyou: “please”

Part 16 >>

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plooto · 5 months

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Imagine being kyotani's gf but also oikawa's sister? omg I love

gods y’dont know how excited i am !!! ooooo

-> i feel like it would be so subtle to everyone that you’re dating

-> it would probably be kyo who opt for a quiet relationship .

you felt a tap on your uniform skirt . you turned your head to look up at your new boyfriend.

“ don’ be so nervous. if it makes you feel better we can keep quiet about it. ” he sees the gears turning in your head ,

“ i don’ wanna hear his bickering neither. ” finding a way to say it’s not him, but he does it for you , placing his arm on your head and waits until you smile to remove it.

-> you go on little picnic dates when touru and iwaizumi “hang out”

-> haijime definitely know you two are dating and forces your older brother to come to his house to tutor him on something from last year oikawa doesn’t notice.

“ yn, i’m going to iwai’s house fro tutoring again, don’t stay up too late okay? ” you nod, waving to iwaizumi as he gives you a knowing grin.

minutes later, when iwai has texted you that you can go now, you call kyo who is already on his way with his motorcycle.

“ yeah? okay i’m around the corner, i’ve got your helmet so just wear something warm okay? ”

-> kyo is definitely a ‘ bad influence ’.

-> sneaking out at odd hours of the night just to speed walk down the block to hop on his motorcycle.

“ kyo, you’re going to get me caught, touru wakes up in thirty minutess! ” he pats your thigh as your arms circle around his torso tighter,

“ relax baby doll, i’ll get you home on time. ”

-> and this is also how touru find out.

-> he woke up in the middle of the night with a crazy headache and went into your room to make you get him some medicine from downstairs when he doesn’t see you in your room.

-> touru reluctantly goes downstairs to get his ow medicine waiting for you to return, sitting in your bean bag in the corner of your room.

-> all he hears is a motorcycle - the same loud engine he has been hearing for weeks - and muffled voices.

-> he attempts to interrogate you but he wasn’t able to see the guy on the bike, and you weren’t peeping.

“ who was he hm? is he a gang member? a felon?! ” touru gasped, dramatic tears flowing at the thought of someone so bad corrupting his little sister.

“ touru you’re being dramatic. ” you say and whisk him off to bed, texting your boyfriend a quick message to tell him what happened.

-> it wasn’t until oikawa was graduating that you finally told him, showing up hand in hand with kyotani at his graduation.

“ yn- what- ” you laughed at his stuttering,

“ touru, i’d like you to meet my boyfriend. ” you grin, iwaizumi coming behind him to give him a nice smack to the head. kyotani gives your brother a cocky smirk, outstretching his hand,

“ nice to meet you. ”

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chimielie · 1 year

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“I’m just saying,” you tell your roommate as she shoves her wallet into her purse while you scoop up two of her bags, “spending so much money here for gourmet groceries is...”

You trail off as you realize that she’s more preoccupied with spending an extra second staring at the cashier she’s been pining after (expensively, you might add, because she comes here every week just to stand in his line) than listening to your half-hearted lecture. You glance back at him with her, jolting when you notice someone crossing in front of you from the corner of your eye.

“Move, register's mine for the next hour.” You look involuntarily at the speaker, who taps your friend’s crush (Yahaba, his nametag reads) on the shoulder. It’s a crowded space, so you stare up at the replacement cashier from scarcely six inches away, absorbing his visage like several blows directly to the kidneys.

He’s thicker-set and shorter than Yahaba, hair shaved to his skull and dyed blond with the exception of two dark stripes at his temples. Two tiny metal spheres straddle his left eyebrow, featuring above lashes so long he might as well be wearing eyeliner (actually, he might be) over burning eyes you could spend hours admiring. And—be still your beating heart—the shaved head reveals thick black hoops hung in his ears, glinting merrily under the fluorescents. There are piercings studded into the cartilage above, too, matching his eyebrow jewelry. He turns a little, so you can see the nametag pinned to his tie-dyed shirt; it reads Tarō, in awful scrawled handwriting.

“You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen in my whole entire life,” you say loudly, not a single thought passing through your brain prior to or during the process of speaking.

He stops talking and stares at you. The sounds of the store, the squeaks of cart wheels and the music over the speakers, are suddenly headache inducing. Your friend slaps you lightly on the arm, a motion that you read immediately as you did not just say that, holy shit.

“Say thank you, Kyō,” Yahaba says jokingly, and she emits a noise too high-pitched to actually be laughter. Your face, meanwhile, is frozen. You think you might actually be deceased. This must be rigor mortis.

“Don't think I’ve ever been called beautiful before,” he says, squinting those gorgeous eyes like he's trying to decipher a dead language.

“I am so sorry,” you say, reaching out to haul your ass and your roommate’s out of here now. Your hand closes around nothing and you look around to find her engrossed in conversation with Yahaba, who is now apparently off the clock despite his replacement coworker wasting time looking at you like someone might look at a dead fish that had been thrown at them. “Um. I am so sorry. I didn’t intend to... harass you at work.”

He grunts in dismissal, flashing you a smirk that reveals fanged canines, and if you’ve had one thought that’s inappropriate in a public setting, you’ve had them all by now. “I have to deal with—” He tilts his head toward the growing line, cussing under his breath and rolling his eyes. “You have a good night, though."

Despite your miserable shame, you take comfort knowing that your friend finally had a real conversation with Yahaba, even getting his number while you suffered under his intense gaze. You can cope with embarrassment if it brings something good into the world.

The silver lining is gilded over when, at two minutes past ten, you get a text from an unknown number.

just closed. u doing anything now?

this is kentarō from the grocery. i got ur number from yahaba who got it from ur friend.

hope thats ok

You smile at your phone, envisioning the wrinkle between his brows as he typed the last message. You're gonna have to start budgeting for fancier groceries.

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alwaysaslutforfic · 11 months

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Kyoutani Headcanons ❤️ - NSFW

Guess who’s back with some more headcanons 😏 Apparently I have a thing for mean, blond boys

Warnings: again nothing super explicit, mentions of costumes, oral, recording videos

Minors DNI! There is nothing for you under the cut! I MEAN IT!

Unbeta’d cos 🤷🏾

Despite his aesthetic, he’s actually pretty smart. (I mean he did transfer into an academy so) and is also a pretty gentle tutor. He knows what it’s like to be discouraged from doing something you enjoy so he would never make you feel bad for trying even though your answers are just so very wrong

Very high-key low-key scared of heights. You once got trapped on the 20th floor in an elevator with him and seriously considered knocking him out. If you go to a theme park, he will gladly Watch you ride the rollercoasters. (He loves the teacups though)

Actually has a really charming, boyish smile but it only ever comes out around you

Summer freckles. There aren’t a lot of them, but they are prominent. And a gorgeous tan. If it weren’t for the RBF you’d be more worried with how handsome he is in summertime

Loves to push your buttons but would also never want to disrespect you, so you have a lot of random consent talks; “Can I smack your ass?” “…Like right now?” “Just whenever.” “Sure?” “Cool, lemme know if you want me to stop.” — Proceeds to smack your ass literally every time you walk past him, no matter where you are. You nearly slapped him once when he happened to see you in public cos you thought it was a stranger

Says the sweetest shit with the most deadpan of expressions. Has zero shame or reservations about how much he loves you. He’s a straightforward person through and through. Just wanders into the room you’re in and hits you with “You know your my reason for breathing, right?” 😠

Posts gym thirst traps, but without the intent of them being thirst traps. He just likes to track and share his progress but dude is so buff that it just works out that way (he sends all his actual thirst traps to you directly)

Sweaty, sweaty boy but he doesn’t really smell. Probably sweats so much cos he’s always warm and for that reason winter is his favourite season. He doesn’t sweat as much and you’re always cuddling up to him for warmth

Loves anime. Will watch it for hours with you. And not just Shounen too, this man is an anime connoisseur and has the best recommendations no matter the genre. But beware, cos he waits for no one. If you miss an episode that’s on you

Oh shit and his grime selection! Elite!! He heard one song and he was hooked. Started calling Oikawa a wasteman and is endlessly amused by it

Outside of that though, he will listen to any and everything. Music is music and as such his Spotify is a trash heap. Like shit is jarring, and is predominately yelling. Boy doesn’t know the meaning of the word playlist

Be his jetpack 😭 he loves being the little spoon. He nuzzles when he’s sleepy

An early riser but not a morning person. And even worse, he hates the taste of coffee so he’ll just glare blearily for at least an hour whenever he wakes up

But he really enjoys herbal tea. Him showing you his collection is what prompted your biweekly selfcare nights. He doesn’t really know what’s happening, but he’s content to spend time with you and let you do whatever. (He also never knew skin could feel that fucking soft)

Oh and good luck waking him up. There’s a video in the OG Seijoh group chat of him sleeping through 4 different foghorn alarms. He was banned from naps after he slept through lunch and missed his next class and was 15 minutes late to practise cos he just wouldn’t wake up. Just dead to the world once his head hits a pillow

He likes when you wear trashy, slutty outfits. Naughty firewoman/man, naughty nurse, naughty cheerleader, naughty grinch. He likes it even more when you play it up. The naughty teacher fulfilled fantasies he didn’t even know he had

He calls you puppy during sex when he’s feeling particulary dominant and you surprised him with a costume on his birthday compete with ears and a tail. He went three rounds that night and you lost count of how many times you came

He gets worked up being ignored by you, likes having to work for your attention. He could spend hours kissing up and down your neck as you read, ignoring the hard on he’s grinding into your ass. It’s only when he’s manhandling you that you break the ruse

Goes gooey eyed for some head. I’m talking knees shaking, toes curled. Man turns to straight mush. The first blowjob you gave him lasted mere minutes, but it was so hot listening to him whimper as he came in your mouth that you weren’t that upset

(Speaking of whimpers) Deep, growling moans, and pretty little whimpers when he cums. He just sounds so good during sex that you actually get a little excited when he has to go to away games cos that means hearing it directly in your ear through the phone

Loves taking videos of the two of you. He just loves having the view of you and him together on hand. And if he plays them in the background while you fuck once or twice, well your embarrassment only makes it hotter

Will eat you out after the gym. He actually gets upset if you shower first cos you washed off the ✨sparkle✨. He just loves the way you taste in general. He mouths wet kisses into your skin when you fuck just so he can taste you

I have one more of these in the works atm 😜 can you guess who it is?

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clairdelunelove · 2 years

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Fallen Pumpkins

kyoutani kentarou x reader, established relationship!

genre: halloween fluff (pumpkin patch/carving pumpkins one shot!)

warnings: slight cursing

a.n. I wrote this one a while ago but never posted :o cheers to the spooky season (I’m working on writing some more to celebrate!) but have some of this grumpy boi in the meantime <3

“So many damn pumpkins.”

Huffing in annoyance, the blonde’s heavy black boots stomp on stray bits of yellowish hay that litter the arid ground. The result is a satisfying crunch that causes him to commit heartier strides. He nudges the orange gourd near his feet and haughtily smirks when it tips over to land sideways. Your hand immediately strikes out to smack the male’s arm, a form of discipline that leaves him alike to a grumbling child.

“Well of course,” you hum while bending down to reposition the pumpkin that toppled over, “what did you expect from a pumpkin patch?”

Kyoutani shrugs, the dark leather of his jacket tensed with the movement, and proceeds to keep a keen eye on the strangers that waltzed around the two of you. He was rather watchful of lingering eyes that gazed a second too long at your figure. Yet, the blonde would adamantly disagree when most would comment on his overbearing protectiveness.

“Just never been to one, I guess.”

Your fingers brush off the specked dirt that rests on the pumpkin before clapping your hands on your pants and standing back up to face Kyoutani. A curious glint twinkles in your eyes, settling to pry deeper into the confession of his past that was rarely uttered. Taking a step forward, his eyes instinctively widen at the close proximity and gulps upon inhaling a whiff of your perfume.

“I’m glad I could be the first to take you to one,” you profess sweetly.

With the genuine phrase, Kyoutani is certain that he’s gravitating to cloud nine. Even if the two of you had been dating for a year, you always amazed him. He swears that his heart is drumming through his chest, ready to explode in each passing moment of admiring you. Your voice was a melody that he’d never tire from, and your words were the lyrics of his favorite song.

He’d fallen for you.

Clearing his throat by pounding a fist on his chest, Kyoutani dumbly responds with a hasty, “yeah, me too.”

Suddenly the world seemed to widen after his response, no longer trapped in his tunnel vision of just marveling at you. Babies were bawling their eyes out, couples were cheekily posing for their latest social media picture, and kids were tumbling down from the bales of hay that were stacked with pumpkins. The dried hay bombarded his mouth whenever he opened his lips to speak and dirt blinded him with every gust of wind. Each area of the small farm is covered with the orange vegetable that he’s grown familiar with throughout the day.

It was stuffy and obnoxiously loud enough to remind him of his high school days. His former teammates’ boisterous chants that always riled him up. Kyoutani certainly wished to steer clear from this whole social event, a string of curses ready to leave his mouth whenever another aloof kid rushes past you. Yet, a dazzling smile never leaves your face and here he is— tagging behind you like a lost puppy.

“But this might be the last time I’m goin’,” he snorts as his face tinges red and quickly plasters on an annoyed expression, “since we’re gonna be here forever because of a certain someone.”

Upon realizing that Kyoutani’s honey toned eyes are casted over to you, a dramatic gasp leaves your lips, “am not!”

“Are too.”

Twirling another pumpkin around to inspect the bruised side, you puff in exasperation. Your method of carefully scrutinizing each vegetable caused the quick pumpkin patch trip to turn into a four hour adventure.

“Not my fault that I want mine to be perfect.”

Your retaliation backfired almost automatically, as he raises a thin eyebrow in your direction since it was obviously your faulted flaw. Waving your hand dismissively, a happy squeal is emitted when you raise a pumpkin towards Kyoutani. Evidently, there were no signs of bruising, discoloration, and it was perfectly round to carve.

“This is what you want?” He asks dauntingly, knowing that your indecisiveness was infinite.

“Yup.”

You pop the last syllable before motioning to haul it over to the payment station but Kyoutani easily plucks it from your hands and carries it under the crook of his arm while slipping your hand into his. The sensation of his cool fingers is relieving and you have no quarrels with the physical affection. However, as the two of you pass by another barrel of pumpkins, you instinctively reach out to touch them but are gently tugged back by the male.

“‘Said you were happy with this pumpkin.”

“I just wanted to look, Ken-kun.”

“I’m gonna pay for this one and I’m driving home.”

“Can’t I just take a peek?”

Pleading with your lower lip jutted out, he rolls his lined eyes at your feeble attempt at disputing. You exhaled in defeat, allowing the blond to drag you to line up before the cash register. There were a decent number of people waiting to weigh and pay for their choice of pumpkins but an abrupt thought flooded your mind.

“You didn’t even pick one yet!”

Accusingly pointing a finger at Kyoutani, he puts in half the effort of how dramatic you are by huffing. His arm shifts into a more comfortable position, grasping your pumpkin underneath to reach for the closest one that lounges beside him. It’s quite an amazing feat to pull off, you would even offer him an impressed hum if you weren’t disgruntled by his lack of enthusiasm.

“Yeah, I got one.” He raises it to support his claim and it baffles you that he isn’t attempting mockery.

“You literally just picked that pumpkin up from the ground!”

“Isn’t that how pumpkins grow?”

“It even has a bruise on the back of it!”

“‘S alright.”

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You attest that the blond has growled approximately seven times in the past five minutes of carving your pumpkin. A multitude of haphazardly cut plastic bags line the tiled flooring of the shared apartment. The covering served as a makeshift shield so the pumpkin seeds and guts wouldn’t create a hassle to clean afterwards. Digging within your pumpkin, you scoop out the remaining bits before settling back to peer at the handy work. Your knees gently knock against Kyoutani’s, as you’re both perched on the floor, but the blonde is engrossed in his own tasks.

“This is clean enough, right?”

The question causes him to snap his gaze towards you before trailing to the hollow opening of your pumpkin. A string of orange fibrous strands and a couple seeds are still lodged in the crannies.

“Maybe a bit more.”

Aided by Kyoutani’s mellow comment, your lips press into a determined line as your fingers grasp the handle of your scooper. The blonde continues wracking the sharp tool through the pumpkin shell. Tingling in the back of his throat, he pushes down a profanity when the carving tool gives out on him and the inexpensive steel bends in an acute angle. An entertained laugh threatens to leave your tinted lips but you know better than to taunt the defeated.

“Son of a—“

“Don’t worry! I bought more for this reason,” you reach over to slide another cutting tool towards him, “here, Ken-kun.”

“Hmph, thanks.”

The small blade glints when catching the beams of light coming from the living room. There’s a Halloween movie portrayed on the screen, used to provide faint background noise, and the evening saffron hues outside are perfect for setting the scene. If Kyoutani was guessing correctly, the subtle scent of pumpkin spice came from your obsession of online shopping for candles. It’s warm enough inside the apartment to be cozily dressed and to prove his point, golden eyes flit to you.

The sleeves of your shirt– well, his shirt– were folded to your shoulders so you wouldn’t dirty the material when ferociously carving. Ideally, Kyoutani never did mind if his clothes became stained, since a washing machine was invented for a reason, but didn’t argue with your logic. He’d never admit that he preferred when you wore his clothes, especially his shirts. It was one of his older volleyball attires, a white jersey, that still appeared to drown your figure.

He’s falling deeper.

“Finally done,” huffing while you swipe at your forehead, “now you have to carve the face of my pumpkin for me.”

Eagerly, you push your pumpkin over to the blond while innocently beaming at him. His train of thought snaps, blinking wildly at the second pumpkin he’d have to tediously carve and grumbles incoherently. Bumping shoulders, the dark hoodie he wears is enough to cushion the light impact as you edge closer to Kyoutani.

“I want my pumpkin to have tiny round eyes and a smile,” you mention while leaning your chin on his shoulder, “can you make it blushing too?”

“It’ll look crappy if I do it since it’s my first time.”

Over the past couple months you’ve taken account of the blonde’s growth in height and the sweatpants he’s clad in isn’t bunching up at the ends. Instead, alike to his unfamiliar stature, new black piercings align the outer edges of his ears. There’s a stark contrast in appearance between the two of you but the attractive male has you reeling every time.

“I believe in you though.”

Slipping your hands into the underside of his arm, you gently cling onto him as he huffs in embarrassment. The tips of his ears burn red, fueled by your openly genuine confession, but the carving tool finds purchase in his fingers once again. Kyoutani starts by threading the blade into the center of the pumpkin and etching the flesh away.

“What do I get outta this?” He questions absentmindedly, focusing on carving a symmetrical circle for the eyes of the jack o’ lantern.

Pondering with a tilt of your head, you manage to nonchalantly play with the strings on the blonde’s hoodie, “whatever you want.”

“Then c’mere.”

Before you have the chance to retort, Kyoutani quickly drops the tool in his grasp so he can card his calloused fingers through your hair. A sharp tug has you lurch forward to connect in a toe-curling kiss with the male and the intensity produces stars to erupt within your vision. His lips, contrary to the warmth of the room, are calmingly cold to the touch. It’s bittersweet, much like the short-term euphoria that consuming piles of candy would give a person. Yet, there is a loving hint that laces the kiss as he pulls away with a satisfied lick of his lips.

“Happy Halloween,” you playfully whisper as the two of you unwillingly refuse to separate.

Kyoutani’s silent for a moment, inwardly urging himself to get his explosion of emotions under control, and he clicks his tongue at the smile that dances on your lips. Leaning forward once more, he snorts and moves to gently prod your forehead with his.

“If I got you,” he murmurs as his hand reassuringly wraps around your waist, “it always will be.”

Fingers trace the stitching of the number 16 on your shirt and his delicate actions cause shivers to flare at each spot he touches. There’s an unsaid approval that settles in his stare, gaze raking across his shirt that clung onto you. But after a couple beats of silence pass, Kyoutani’s face heats up and the blonde hurriedly forces his eyebrows to furrow in discontent as the sweetness of his words finally catches up to him.

“Today must really be fucking with me if I’m spouting all this sappy shit.”

Your amused giggle causes your eyes to upturn into crescents as you press a quick kiss on his cheek. The beating in your heart was steady throughout the confession, raging rabidly when your mission of having a successful first Halloween with Kyoutani was possible.

He’ll keep falling forever for you if you let him.

“I love you, Ken-kun.”

“Love you too, princess,” he automatically responds in a mutter before growling and desperately prying your hands off of his hoodie, “shit! you still have that pumpkin crap all over your hands!”

“You still haven’t finished carving my pumpkin!”

“Not gonna if you keep wipin’ that shit on me!”

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It’s a… Dog person🎉

With a nickname of “Mad dog” you might expect him to be at least acquainted with dogs. However much to your surprise he wasn’t.

You later find out that this boy, who is very rough around the edges, was sent here because of a school detention. But you were unaware of that when he was first introduced to you.

“…Hi, I’m here for volunteer work.” He shoved a piece of paper into the front desk lady’s face. She recoiled back, gently taking the crinkled paper in her hands, before putting it down on the desk and smoothing it out.

“Ah, Kentarō Kyōtani, here for…volunteer hours.”

Her nose curled up at this. Frowning slightly at her tone, you get back to work, filling out paperwork for the pets who needed to change facilities.

You turn around when you hear a sharp “you”. You stand up, take a deep breath, roll your eyes at her for luck, then turn around to face her.

“Yes ma’m?” You asked as politely as possible.

“You are to give him the rundown, put him on the easy ones. Also that paperwork needs to be done soon. Chop chop.”

You scoff slightly at the fact that she actually used the words ‘chop, chop’. You turn to him and bow.

You rise and introduce yourself,

“Hi! I’m [Name], I work here as a volunteer. I work mostly with dogs but I can give you help with the cats if you would rather spend your time with them.”

He blinks at you. You blink back at him. His eyes widened minutely, before looking away and introducing himself.

“I’m Kentarō Kyōtani, I’m new here, um dogs are fine” His voice was gruff and yet he had a gentle way of talking.

You nod shortly at him before spinning on your heel and opening the door to the cacophony that is the dog kennels. You had decided to start him on the cleaning of the kennels. That had to be the best start for handling the dogs and cleaning up after them.

As you walked past each one of the kennals you greeted the dog inside with a friendly smile. The dogs wagged their tails delighted to see a person. Many barked at you, to which you shushed them and gave them a small glare before continuing on.

Finally reaching kennel number sixteen you pause and look at him. His eyes however were transfixed on the pit bull laying down.

The pit bull in question and a pretty bad rep, she had been returned 3 separate times for ‘causing problems with other dogs’ which could not be true. She was one of the most friendly dogs here, although she was a bit shy meeting new people.

She didn't have a name. You had been told not to give her one. But she had the softest brown doe eyes. Her muzzle was resting on her paws, while her gaze was set on his.

He turned to you quickly. “Could I pet her?”

You smile, obviously he wanted to meet her as much as she wanted to meet him. You nod and crouch down to open the door. The door opens and you take a step back.

“Hey there sweetheart! How are you today?”

You took a step back, letting them have a moment together. You thought to yourself, that maybe, just maybe, he would be a great fit.

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Wow, I really thought he would be a cat person.

He would be a great pet parent either way.

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