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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.”

ੈ♡˳───── feedback is appreciated <3 ─────

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ffsg0jo · 3 days

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☆ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ☆

oikawa tooru

lovelorn - mini drabble

forever - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

you wrote them a poem [multiple] - smau

iwaizumi hajime

your accessory - oneshot

[16:12] - drabble

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

sawamura daichi

house fire - drabble

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

tsukishima kei

outdoor dates [multiple] - drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

kuroo tetsuro

[04:53] - drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

ushijima wakatoshi

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

kageyama tobio

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

hinata shoyo

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

bokuto koutaro

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

miya atsumu

[13:23] - drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

best friend! atsumu - headcanons

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

miya osamu

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

you wrote them a poem [multiple] - smau

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

rintaro suna

hq boys couples aesthetic [multiple] - headcanons

hq characters with a tall s/o [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

ojiro aran

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

kyoutani kentaro

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

tanaka ryunosuke

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

azumane asahi

hq characters as roadmen [multiple] - headcanons

sakusa kiyoomi

[23:11] - drabble

when you're pregnant [multiple] - smau

suguwara koushi

falling - drabble

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

shunsuke kita

blossom - mini drabble

hq captains at desi weddings [multiple] - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

kenma kozume

intertwined - mini drabble

[22:43] - drabble

they're your sibling [multiple] - smau

akaashi keiji

adored - mini drabble

hq boys as your classmate [multiple] - headcanons

akaashi fluff - headcanons

you tell them you're a virgin [multiple] - smau

#🌻.masterlist #🌻.haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu

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nicka-nell · 2 years

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SFW-Requests/HC

Osamu - feeding his s/o

Matsukawa - comforting his stressed out s/o

Ushijima | Satori - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Osamu | Kuroo - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Bokuto | Suna | Atsumu - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Sakusa | Akaashi | Sawamura - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Semi | Oikawa | Kenma - comforting their s/o in her pregnancy during a bad day

Akaashi | Ushijima | Iwaizumi - React to your ex boyfriend writing to you

Sakusa | Kuroo | Oikawa | Sugawara - What they give you for the anniversary

Sakusa - Accidental confession

Ushijima | Tendou - New year celebration

Osamu | Atsumu - Miya twins with their twin babies

Suna - Remember us this way (angst) Part 1 | Part 2

Atumu - break up because of a pregnancy (angst)

Suna - pregnancy confession going wrong

Ushijima | Atsumu | Sakusa - Seeing you in lingerie

Ushijima | Sakusa | Atsumu | Osamu - Would they talk about their relationship or you with reporters

Oikawa | Osamu | Kita - Things you fight about and how they comfort you afterwards

Kuroo | Ushijima | Suna - Things you fight about a lot and how they comfort you afterwards

How they found out they love you and how they confessed - Semi | Ushijima | Daichi | Osamu

18+ Requests/HC 🔞🍋

Akaashi | Oikawa | Kuroo - Having their first time

Sawamura | Sugawara | Tendou - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Bokuto | Kozume - Having their first time

Osamu | Sakusa | Atsumu | Haiba - Having their first time

Suna | Matsukawa | Ukai | Hanamaki - Having their first time

Kyoutani | Ushijima | Kageyama - Having their first time

Daishou | Kita | Azumane - Having their first time

Yaku | Nishinoya | Hinata - Having their first time

Semi | Shirabu | Futakuchi - Having their first time

Kunimi | Yamaguchi - Having their first time

Iwaizumi | Ushijima | Tendou - How they comfort their s/o when she thinks he wants to break up because of another girl

Atsumu | Sakusa | Oikawa - pregnancy sex

Osamu | Hinata | Suna | Tsukishima

Social Media-AU/Text Messages

SMAU: Ride of love - Osamu x reader | Atsumu x reader

Ushijima |Tendou - I’m breaking up with you

Bokuto | Kuroo - I’m breaking up with you

Kozume | Kageyama - I’m breaking up with you

Atsumu | Sakusa - I’m breaking up with you

Kuroo | Kozume | Kageyama | Oikawa - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Tendou | Bokuto | Akaashi - Tell him "I love you"

Ushijima | Yamaguchi | Atsumu | Kuroo - He accidentally confesses

Kozume | Ushijima | Tendou - Tell them you're pregnant

Kageyama | Sawamura | Oikawa - Tell them you're pregnant

Sakusa | Atsumu | Akaashi - Tell them you're pregnant

Bokuto | Osamu | Kuroo - Tell them you're pregnant

18+ Oneshot🔞🍋

Suna x Kita x Osamu x Atsumu x reader - Pinned down (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Suna x reader, Akaashi x reader - Pinned down Part 2 (DC/ Mafia-AU)

Server Collab

Autumn Leaves - Colorful colors, joy and love (Ukai x reader)

Fantasy - Just a dream (Sawamura x reader)

Fist choice - Tell me when (Atsumu x reader)

Meet Ugly - Misunderstanding (Sakusa x reader)

18+ Server Collab 🔞🍋

Fantasy - You will be mine (DC/ Ukai x Reader)

Prompt: If he knew - Say... Who do you belong to (DC/ Ushijima x Reader)

Secret Santa - Merry Christmas Princess (Sakusa x Reader)

Hard at work - Behave, little brat (Atsumu x Reader x Sakusa)

Mythology - Trapped in eternity (DC/ Kuroo!Hades x reader!Nymph)

Public Sex - Just one stop (Suna x reader)

Halloween - Payback time (Suna x reader)

Three times the charm - Pleasant Distraction (DC/ Suna x reader x Osamu)

#nelas navi #haikyuu navigation #haikyuu x reader #suna x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #ushijima x reader #bokuto x reader #oikawa x reader #kuroo x reader #sakusa x reader #akaashi x reader #kita x reader

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rosesakura · 1 year

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Hi hi!!! For ao3 wrapped:

3, 6, 12, 16, 18, 19, 20, 29, and/or 30! I wanna know everything about your writing lmao, sorry if I went overboard I’m just very curious!!

I literally love you

obligatory under the cut note because I am 99% Julie is the only one who wants to read this rambling lmfao

3 -- what work are you most proud of?

I fucking wish I could say my whumptober collection but we all know I massively failed at that so :)

I actually haven't written much this year so a lot of this is going to be repetitive lmfao I am actually proud of the progress I made on the stars are already dead because it's such a heavy topic to write about (cathartic for me, but also heavy) and for a while, I was updating pretty frequently.

6 -- favourite title you used

okay so I do actually love the the stars are already dead title because I think that it illustrates Oikawa's overwhelming sadness and depression. the thought process was playing on his connection to the stars and how he was always so excited by the vastness and awesomeness of space but now it seems so insignificant to him and he no longer has that kind of appreciation. also people would probably say he's a star athlete and so he's "already dead" because of being so numb because of his sister. I put a lot of thought into that title, actually!

12 -- how many WIPs do you have in your docs for next year?

LMFAO dude you are not ready. there's also a difference between wips I have started and which ones I actually aim to post and/or finish next year. for haikyuu, specifically? I think I have maybe 10? they include finishing tsaad, some more zombie background, mermaid AUs, and a new fic I don't think I've talked to you about before 👀

if I am including potential other fandoms, it's, uhh.... way more lol got a lot of fire emblem on my mind, specifically sylvix and casphardt, potentially some octopath? maybe some outlander! I am ambitious but I have no time lol

16 -- what's your most common "Additional tags" used?

protective *insert character name here* lol I am but a simple lady who just wants to feel safe. also hurt/comfort and emotional hurt/comfort

18 -- the character that gave you the most trouble writing this year?

fucking YURI from fire emblem, god. he is impossible and part of the reason i lost my motivation for whumptober -.- Oikawa has also been a bit of a bitch for me this year, but I think that has ore to do with the fact that he is very severely depressed so it is altering the way I would usually write him. not impossible but has slowed me down a bit and stressed me out about being too ooc.

19 -- what's one pairing you want to explore next year?

I have so many tbh I am garbage. I have alwaaaaays wanted to try writing Tanaka/Kiyoko and I Will force myself to try that out sometime soon. also love Kyoutani/Yahaba and think they could be fun! I have also never written a poly ship before and have an idea for bokuakakuroken !

other pairings for other fandoms include (potentially) Todoroki/Momo, Claire/Jamie, Link/Zelda (haven't touched them for YEARS), and some older fire emblem games, perhaps Leo/Sakura, who I wrote my very first fic about.

20 -- which work of yours have you reread the most?

ones I haven't publish yet. LOL okay um here:

all the sylvix chapters from reach for my hand (oops I love them), demons at daybreak, soft silver kisses, and chapters 15-28 of Unravel (special attention to 23 because I am always in need of Daisuga)

I like to read my oneshots a lot because I am very low on time and energy, or I'll read parts to try and inspire me or make connections when writing another chapter

29 -- favourite line/passage you wrote this year?

I had to go hunting for this one. but it's from chapter 11 on tsaad and I think you commented on it too. I was so pleased with the whole interaction between Iwaizumi and Takeru and almost made myself cry rereading it today lol

"And it was in that moment that Iwaizumi truly understood: Takeru needed to talk about them. Iwaizumi and Oikawa had both been careful not to mention either of his parents, too worried about upsetting him. But Takeru wanted, probably even needed, to talk about them. After all, one of the ways the dead stay alive is through the lives of others, through their pictures, their memories, their stories, never truly fading from the earth as long as someone carries them in their heart."

also thought I'd post this lil snippet of an unpublished fic because i really like my idea for it :)

“Do you know what the worst part is?”

Kuroo snapped his mouth shut and swallowed sharply, scared to hear about the worst part.

Kenma drifted closer to him, close enough that he was nearly pressed against the glass. From this close, Kuroo could see the pain in his eyes, easily see the marks and cuts left over from his group’s poking and prodding.

“I thought that, out of everyone here, you would be the one person who wouldn’t hurt me or wouldn’t let anything bad happen. And I shouldn’t feel good with you here. But I do.”

Despite the positive note that Kenma’s sentence ended with, Kuroo couldn’t handle it. Kenma was right; he shouldn’t feel good with Kuroo here because Kuroo did let them hurt him. He had been so positive he’d be able to keep Kenma relatively safe. He had failed in the one thing he promised to do.

“I know,” he managed to choke out, glancing away when Kenma pressed his hand against the glass of the tank. “I know, I know I fucked up. I just came to check on you. I’ll go.”

“Aren’t you listening to me,” he snapped. “I don’t want you to.”

30 -- biggest surprise while writing this year?

that it's hard to do when you have a full time job. :) I'm always surprised when people like my writing tbh. i know that sounds bleh but it's true! especially with tsaad, it's a very personal and very sad story so to see people react to it so positively is a beautiful surprise <3

#thank you so much for letting me ramble!#and forcing me to reread my fic to find a good writing line from this year lmfaooo #i love you so so much thank you!!!!#lovely asks from lovely people #cat answers!

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basilrazzledazzle · 4 years

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hey uhh, if you’re still doing requests, could i ask for a kyoutani x fem reader (gn is fine too) that’s a guitarist? maybe he hears them playing and decides to talk to them idk- i love all your stuff btw!

omg tysm?? the idea that people like read all my stuff is kind of terrifying but so sweet?

KYOUTANI X GUITARIST!GN!READER

trigger warnings: none

so i’ve decided that kyoutani is DEFINITELY emo

like he wears eyeliner so chances are he is

so like maybe you had your guitar at school and were hanging out with some friends in the courtyard after classes and just like, vibing

like maybe for a club / band thing?

he was on his way to the gym for classes and heard you playing and singing with your friends

immediately entranced

he kinda just stood there, listening to you guys

but especially you

despite other people singing with you, your voice just stood out the most

he had never heard someone so,, angelic, despite how cliche it sounds

you felt someone staring and looked up, catching his eye and sending him a smile as you kept singing

now kyoutani isn’t the type to get flustered easily

but boy turned RED

basically said “peace out ✌️ “ and scurried off to practice

still, distracted the entire time

the guys noticed but like, kinda nervous to mention it?

because i mean, it;s mad dog

he is ALWAYS on his game so if something is bothering him??

oh boy

anyway fast forward a couple days and he STILL had the song you guys were playing stuck in his head

maybe even humming it to himself in the hallway?

was on his was to class when he heard the same voice he had been hearing on repeat for the last half of the week

but this time it was like, right there

in front of him

and very much not in his head

you approached him in the hallway, clutching a flyer in your hand

“hey, uh, kyoutani, right? i’ve seen you play volleyball before!”

there was a second where you were going to let him answer, but he didn’t

he was kind of shocked tbh?

plus up close he noticed how pretty your eyes are

“uh, well, i saw you listening to us the other day? out in the courtyard? and i was thinking, i don’t know, maybe you might wanna come watch us tonight? we’re playing at this coffee shop, all the info is on the flyer.”

you were definitely nervous when approaching him

i mean, who wouldn’t be?

but you had decided it was worth a shot

plus your friends knew about your crush on him and threatened to invite him themselves if you didn’t

and there was an infinity of ways that could go badly

for a second he just kind of stood there? then he blinked, his eyes looking around

“yeah, i guess”

which, quite frankly, was much better than you expected

you grinned and handed him the flyer

“cool, i’ll see you tonight!”

he definitely was staring after you in near-shock as you went on to your next class

he was SO NERVOUS that night but refused to tell anyone

he probably changed outfits like three times before leaving

because he didn’t want to be late

i feel like he got to the coffee shop like fifteen minutes before the time on the flyer hnsjsjs

so he just waited outside

when he decided it was time to go in, he spotted you immediately

you and your friends were setting up in an area where there weren’t any tables or booths

there were a couple other students, and what he assumed were regular patrons of the place

it was kind of busy?

he wondered if anyone else was there just to listen to you guys

he scanned the room then looked back at you

you met his gaze and sent him a nervous smile

because he’s mad dog and has a reputation to maintain, he nods back

but for him?? that’s like a grin

which makes you grin

pretty soon you guys started and played for a little over half an hour

and he stayed the whole time <3

then he realized he like, couldn’t just leave??

but he felt so awkard

he never really had felt like this before??

he had found people hot before or whatever

but there hadn’t been any emotional attachment, or worrying about what they thought

but suddenly he found himself wondering what you thought of him and it was weird

but when he suddenly found you in front of him, he was forced to push those thoughts aside

“hey, kyoutani! i uh, didn’t really expect you to show up? what’d you think?”

honestly? he had no clue what to say

he wasn’t very good at expressing positive emotions

the words - or word - he found?

“good”

when you kinda laughed anxiously he amended his statement

“i mean, you guys were good. you can tell there was a lot of practice that went into that.”

you were so surprised??

you giggled

“thank you! and yeah, there was a lot of practice, you’re right”

you then launched into this story of how almost everything went wrong during your last few practices, leading him out the door to your car slowly. as you put your guitar case in the backseat, you wrapped up your tale

“well,” he said slowly, choosing his words, “it paid off. you sounded.. amazing.” you couldn’t tell, because of the darkness outside, but he was blushing as he stammered to fix his statement, “i mean, you all did. you guys were great.”

as you closed your car door, you said, “i guess you’d know about practice, huh? i see the volleyball club in the gym almost everyday.” you paused, then smiled at him. “how about i go to your next game?”

and thus, a tradition began, with both of you attending the other’s events

hsnsjjs this is SO ooc i’m sorry omg i’m terrible at writing for him

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sunasjellyfruit · 2 years

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Haikyuu boys love language

Aoba Johsai edition

Karasuno, Nekoma

Characters: Kunimi, Kyōtani, Kindaichi, Hanamaki, Matsukawa, Oikawa and Iwaizumi.

English is not my first language so feel free to correct me.

Akira Kunimi

I think that his love language is probably quality time, as he's said to be a lazy and quiet person. He probably would love to just hang out with you in relaxed places (maybe a not very attended park or just his or your house), having long and worthwhile conversations. Creating beautiful memories together is what's important for him. He might not be the biggest fan of dates in the begining of your relationship because for him, just spending a few minutes looking at your eyes and listening to you is enough. And if you ever ask him to skip school or practice to escape to your house and watch a film or a documentary, he'll be at your feet.

Kentarō Kyōtani

This might be a little obvious but physical touch. Not because he loves to cuddle or something, but because he's protective. I wouldn't say he's jealous (he sometimes is but only when it's necessary heh). He's protective in the way of "anything could hurt them so i have to be there as their shield" so he's always holding your waist, with an arm above your shoulders, holding the small of your back... He sometimes does this kind of things unconciounsly, as it also helps him to keep calm, knowing that if you're by his side he can't use all of his strength cause he might hurt you, and in those moments in which he gets really really mad or furious, just hold his hand and he'll be a bit calmer.

Yūtarō Kindaichi

GIFT GIVING. He gives me rich boy vibes and i adore it. Kindaichi probably just buys a lot of unnecesary things just because they make his heart beat a little faster. And when you two start dating he just can't stop himself. If he sees something that reminds him of you, then you can take for granted that he's getting it. Sometimes he doesn't even give it to you, he keeps it to himself cause, as you've alredy told him, receiving many gifts can be overwhelming. But it's also a really cute detail, that he thinks of you whenever he sees certain things. Other times he gets you sweets (a cake or a little candy) when he finds you stressing over things, to cheer you up and show you that he's there for you. And when you thank him with a big smile and a kiss? Lord, he feels as if he's dreaming.

Takahiro Hanamaki

I really have no idea about this man haha. But after reading about his personality and thinking a bit, I've reached the conclusion that words of affirmation is the one that suits him better. He likes to encourage his members to always do their best, and it's an habit that he also has with you. As you're his s/o, he finds his commitment as praising you and encouraging you to keep going and chasing your dreams. And not only that, he genuinely likes to praise you. He's for real a mood booster. You can call him one day because you've gone shopping and you want his opinion and he'd be like "That looks so good on you baby" "You're so pretty i think i'm falling in love again" "Everything suits you perfectly my love".

Issei Matsukawa

He's a sweet boy whose love languages are acts of service and physical touch. He'd always be there for you whenever you need something, maybe you're in the lunch hour and you're thirsty, so you ask him to save your sit as you go for some water. Well, you don't even have enough time to react cause this boy is alredy on his way to get you your bottle of water, and he will give you a little peck on your cheek when he comes back. Or you're struggling with some units you have to study and ask him for help, well... Just know that he'll explain the whole book to you as long as he can be hugging you or maybe playing with your hair. Not that you would complain, but you might fall asleep while he does it.

Hajime Iwaizumi

His main form of love is for sure acts of service, but i would also say that words of affirmation works for him, just in a minor way. He's the type of boy who carries all your books or bags when you're shopping, or the type who would always have a scrunchie or a pony-tail on his wrist for you to use whenever you need it. I also think that he's the type of friend who would have everything you can think of in his backpack. You need lipbalm? He has it. You need band-aids cause your shoes are killing you? Give him a second, he has to search in the bottom of the pocket. You need pads? Just give him a look or ask him and he will walk you to the nearest bathroom with your things alredy ready. And he'd sneak lovingly comments like "It's okay babe, you're doing great today".

Tōru Oikawa

I love him so much oh my gosh :(

Alright so, i'm gonna go straight to the point with him. Physical touch and quality time. You can't try to convince me that this men is not the biggest fan of hugs and kisses. He'd spend the whole day with his arms around you, or at least holding your hand. And he's a busy person, so when he gets to spend some time with you he's just the happiest. It doesn't matter if he's exhausted from practice or if he has a million exams in the next days, he's at least going to call you (or to talk by text and photos) and he's going to ask you about your day just to hear your voice (or see your face) for a while. And if you ever go to see him while he's practicing alone in the gym, he would spend at least half of his time there kissing you. But please, stop him if he starts to overwork himself, hug him from behind or just hold his waist while telling him how important is to let his body rest. I promisse you, he's gonna look at you with little hearts in his eyes.

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seokiloquy · 2 years

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Mismatched - Kyoutani Kentarou

Au: Regular

Requested

Tags/Warnings: GN!Reader, Idiots that aren’t into dating are forced to go on dates, Platonic relationship, dialogue-heavy, Swearing, and strangers being weird.

Word Count: 11k+

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting when you walked into the club room that evening. Maybe a quiet environment with the winter sun shining through the window with a golden light. Or perhaps, your co-writers and designers passionately discussing what should be done for this month's journal. What you did find yourself walking into, though, should’ve been what you were expecting as it was the same every week.

The club leader, Fuji, who also was in charge of page layout and organising printing, was writing on the chalkboard at the front of the classroom while other students were spread around the room. The first years sat in a circle playing a card game and screeching at each other as one person stole away the lead from another. Toward the window, you saw your writing teammate as he scribbled down notes in a small book.

“Hi Takahashi,” you said, sliding into a chair in his vicinity.

Looking up, he gave you a round, cheeky smile and nod, before writing again.

“Alright!” Fuji dropped the piece on chalk, making it break in two when it hit the metal ledge at the bottom of the board. “The 3rd-years on student council have enlisted our help for a project as we graduate. As Valentine’s day and White day occur just before exam period, they want this project to be thoroughly planned out before school ends so that there’s no interference when they examine the results and pass down the mantle to the second years.”

The romance month. You were familiar with the concept although never really participated in it yourself. Valentine’s day was traditionally the day that, usually, girls would confess to their male counterparts, followed by a month of courting before it was the boys turn to confess to their female counterparts, whether they were different or the same. You tried not to yawn. It was a relatively straightforward concept, even now the specifics of the rules became muddled. One person confesses on February 14, and then the other responds on March 14. Simple. So what were these scheming 3rd-years planning?

Fuji continued, “While the student council, specifically the event’s committee branch, will be handling all the technical portions, they have asked us to write up an article and run reminders about the event occurring. Kaito, Rin, that will be your job.”

Kaito slumped, rolling backwards and away from his circle of friends and the wide-eyed girl next to him cheered, throwing her cards in the air, and subsequently forfeiting the game. A card landed on Kaito’s nose.

Your brow pinched, and you raised a hand. “Fuji, if this is purely a social event thing, what do the rest of us have to do with it?”

“Test subjects,” she said as if it was obvious.

“Oh?”

Takashi picked his head up from next to you and shoved an elbow into your side. “Looks like you get to live your guinea pig dreams.”

You smacked him.

“The student council is already underway working on preparations. So Kaito, Rin, by the next meeting we will need your first draft of your posters and article. By then we will have the likely finished copy of the questionnaire and final drafts can be written up. The rest of us will be looking at and filling out the questionnaire to see if students will answer the questions in a manageable way.”

The club seemed to collectively sit straighter, words falling out of their mouths in a rumbling chorus.

“So they’re doing a matching service?! So cute!”

“Do we have to participate? What if we already have a crush?”

“What if someone’s incompatible?”

“Sign me up. I want my stupid romance story!”

You perked up. “Questionnaire?”

“Called it.” You smacked Takahashi again.

Eventually, the club began getting too loud, making Fuji screech for quiet.

You winced, “tone down the cussing, would you Fuji?”

“Sorry.” She nodded in your direction. “But yes, that is the plan for next meeting. So get all your articles finished before then so that we can have a bit of fun with that. Now,” she smacked her clipboard onto the podium at the front, making your ears hurt again from the sharp noise, “bring up your edits, we are compiling.”

“So what exactly are we supposed to answer for this?”

The sheet in front of you was primarily made up of multiple-choice, true and false, and a couple of short answer questions.

You had easily made your way through the first part of the questionnaire, marking things that described your physical appearance as well and general likes and dislikes. Just like you practised with all those online personality quizzes that allowed you to just talk about yourself and give you a silly result in return.

Momo sighed next to you, “Just fill in whatever comes to mind first. That will be what you’re most interested in. Like look here,” she shows you her sheet, which she scribbled with plenty of pink ink and doodled hearts, “they want to know what sort of body type I’m attracted to, so I checked off ‘soft, round, and homebody’ see? Easy.”

You blinked. That made no sense. You looked back at your sheet, focused on the next question.

Favourite body type?

Well? Uh. Skip.

What is your favourite activity to do with someone else?

What the hell were these suggestions? Hold hands? Kiss? Hug? These aren’t activities, they’re just actions. You huffed, leaving the response blank. Skip.

Choose one:

Movies/TV or Sports or Video Games

Easy. You smiled and circled sports. What a sham you would be to not enjoy sports when you were writing articles about it. You looked over to Takahashi’s paper, and then the rest of your club mates. If you were to even breathe too loud, you were sure it would break their focus. From the looks of it, they had all flipped to the back of the page, leaving you stuck as the last person on the front. You huffed, glaring at the paper.

Being last wasn’t an option. Not in your wheelhouse. Next question.

What is your favourite physical feature of another person?

Seriously? Skimming the responses, you circled hair and eyes. Your favourite volleyball player had a mohawk with dyed ends.

What is your favourite personality feature of another person?

They should get Fuji to edit this. You marked off passion and drive.

What is your best quality?

Uh. Nudging Takahashi, you showed him the paper, pointing to the particular question. He gave you a raised brow and marked off patience, loyalty, understanding, joyful, and mischievous. That’s a lot.

You gave him a quirked brow, to which he shrugged as if to say ‘you’re asked me’.

Theme park, or Movies, or Dinner?

Theme park!

Describe your favourite date:

You paused, pen hovering over the black horizontal lines. Describe it? Uh. Okay.

July 28th. It’s the middle of summer break, no school and I can travel to see volleyball games.

You nodded to yourself. Grin creeping up your cheeks. There was no other possible answer to that.

What is your favourite snack?

Sugar Candy.

When you looked up, people were still scribbling in their answers to what looked like the date question. You grinned, you finished first. Pumping your fist, you refused to look down at some of your empty responses.

Fuji groaned. “I’m going to need to suggest some rewording for a few of these. How did you all find it?”

You groaned a bit, pulling out your laptop from your school bag. “It took a bit longer than I expected, and a few were a bit hard to answer, but not bad I guess.” You placed your sheet down in the centre of the table. You read through Takahashi’s last articles of the school year, checking for even the most minute edits that had to be made.

“You’re just sad that there isn’t an immediate result,” Momo laughed.

Rin perked up. “Don’t worry, results will come on Valentine’s day!”

You hummed.

“Okay, everyone!” The group of nine looked back Fuji’s way. “Time to forget these quizzes and do your final edits and page layout! Rin, you wrote the draft, right? Have Kaito read it over. I'm going to go talk to the student council!”

The teams split up. Kaito and Rin ran into the corner of the room. Momo and Itsuki followed behind, having already finished their work for the Clubs article. Though you were sure Momo would drift away from that over the rest of the meeting and work on layout and print in Fuji’s steed. Hira, Tomoe, and Akira scurried to their opposing corner, working on the exam layout for their respective years. Which left Takahashi and you to slowly look over each other’s sports articles.

“You misspelt ‘triumphant’ here.”

“Fuck you.”

He scoffed.

“I’ve edited yours. I’m gonna work on my essay.”

“Didn’t you finish that last week?” Takahashi tilted his head at you, halting his typing. “You found spelling mistakes didn’t you?”

“Shut up.”

On February 5th, a letter was waiting for you at your desk. Your brows pinched and you stopped walking. A letter? You looked around. Nearly all of the other desks had letters on them too.

They couldn’t be exam results. Those were posted publicly in Aoba Johsai’s main hall by the principal’s office (you swore, every time they were posted you could see him snicker as students fell to their knees in despair). Besides, they haven’t even been written yet. Won’t happen for another month and a half. You watched as one of your classmates eagerly tore open her letter with her friend, both giggling as they discarded the red heart sticker on the envelope.

Red hearts? Shit.

Rushing to your desk, you snagged the flimsy paper off the desk, not even waiting to sit down as you tore it open.

Your name was printed in neat cursive, followed by printed text.

Thank you for participating in our very first Romance Match Up for Romance month from Valentine’s day to White day!

What?

After filling in the first draft during club time you concluded that you had your fun with this little event. After which, you successfully avoided taking even a single copy of the final questionnaire that everyone else had been scrambling for at the beginning of the lunch period when it was released.

How did they even? You paused, fingers wrinkling the edge of the letter. “Fuji.”

Footsteps came in behind you. One pair was faster than the other. Momo rushed excitedly to your side. “OH! A Match! Yay yay yay yay! You got a match! So you did participate! Are you excited to find somebody? Huh, are ya? Come on, let's see who it is!”

Takahashi reeled her back, making her crash into his stomach with a thud. “Enough. Let’s sit first.”

Their tables had letters of their own. But as they sat, they ignored the papers, waiting for you to read through yours first.

You sighed and read the paper:

“Hello, and congratulations on receiving your match for the romance season! We, the student council, hope that you get to enjoy the next four weeks with your assigned partner and that results are to your benefit. That being said, we have compiled a list of requirements for you to follow so that this experiment will be a success.

For this event, you have been assigned the position of the ‘Confesor’ for Valentine’s day, meaning that on the 14th of February, you will be gifting your match their desired treat. Following that, we require that you both go on at least four dates over the next month. We have taken the liberty of giving you a coupon that should be used for your first date, to ease the worry of planning. At the end of these 4 weeks, another letter will be sent out as an exit questionnaire to determine the success of this event.

Basic information on your match is included on the additional slip in the envelope, as well as your coupons.

Thank you for your participation, and remember, Choose Love.”

You sucked in a breath before dropping the sheet on your desk. Takahashi and Momo opened their letters. Momo’s was the same as yours, while Takahashi’s set him in the position of the ‘Confessed’ and without an extra slip, meaning that he would find out his match in about a week's time.

“How fun!” Momo had already pulled out her slip, giving it a quick glance before tucking it in her pocket before you could catch a look. “All right, tell us who your lover is!”

“Lover? Don’t say it like that!”

Takahashi smirked, “Come on, it can’t be that bad. Just read it out!”

“Momo didn’t show us hers!”

“It’s a secret!”

“Ugh!” You pulled out the paper, glancing over to the rest of your classmates as they all started tearing their envelopes excitedly. No one, but Takahashi and Momo, was paying you any mind. A sigh fell out of you.

“Kyoutani Kentarou.”

Takahashi choked, hand going to his chest, while Momo rubbed his back and pinched one of his cheeks. “Nevermind it can be that bad.”

“Bad?! What do you mean?!”

Momo’s head tilted, “Whos Kyoutari?”

Takahashi opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by a loud squeal in the classroom. You pinched your nose and groaned.

“Kyountani,” he corrected. “Better known as Mad-Dog.”

“Him?!” Momo cried, standing in her chair. You swatted at her like an annoyed cat.

“Who’s Mad-Dog?”

“You watch sports for fun and reporting and you don’t know who he is?”

“Well, sorry, that I have a duty to report on the girl’s teams, It’s not my job to keep track of everyone you wrote about! I bet you don’t know who Point is.” You slumped in your chair.

“Who?”

“Exactly. She’s the best player on the basketball team. Now tell me what’s up with Kyoutani!”

Momo sighed. “Mad-Dog is one of the most aggressive and scary people in the school. He’s on the volleyball team.”

“He’s known for pushing people around and being aggressive about the game. He’ll shove teammates around just to get a spike, even if he misses. He’s not very smart. I can’t even imagine why he would sign up for this thing. He doesn’t seem like the type.”

“I’m not the type either,” you scoffed.

Takahashi shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “That’s not it. You’re at least likeable. Mad-Dog is, well, I don’t even know if he has any friends besides the players he just puts up with. He was suspended from playing because of his attitude. He’s pretty intense.”

Marking the word ‘passionate’ on the questionnaire jumped into your mind. Maybe you should have filled in more, fluke traits.

“Well, great, I now have to figure out this whole dating thing for a guy I don’t even know and probably will try to bite my head off!”

Momo whined. “He’s really scary. Maybe you should just not go. I’m sure he wouldn’t care too much!”

A coward's choice. You huffed through your nose as your leg shook and you bit your lip.

Takahashi has been reporting on the boy’s side of school sports for two years now. Volleyball, something you both passionately enjoyed, was something you could happily converse over. If anyone in the school knew all these athletes intimately, even from an outside perspective, he would. Interviews and watching games, he has built his knowledge on these teams. If he said a player was trouble, they were.

Even so, you didn’t know what was going on, on Kyoutani’s side of the equation. Not that you could do math very well anyways, but if there was even a chance that the scary second-year was excited about this matchmaking, who were you to back out and possibly make his attitude worse. Even if your participation was unintentional, there was no backing out now. You weren’t going to play the coward, and from what you’ve heard, Kyoutani wouldn’t either.

“No, I can’t do that.”

Class started with you watching Momo and Takahashi sneek worried glances toward each other.

Aoba Johsai’s culinary room was packed with students as they prepared the treats for their Valentine’s. Generally, the classroom was filled with laughter and sugary smells as the students took advantage of their club time that they might not have been able to take advantage of at home. It was cute, sweet, and overflowing with excitement.

Every one of them avoided entering your corner of the room.

“Why the fuck did he list fired chicken as his favourite snack?!” Your corner was greasy, boiling, and most of all sweaty. No one, who wanted to keep their precious candy safe, would interfere. “Why couldn’t he have said hard candy? It’s just melted sugar! Maybe a bit of flavouring and food colouring! But no! I have to slave over a fryer so he can get his precious chicken.”

Momo, held out your basket with wax paper, ready to receive the freshly made fried chicken. “You don’t even know him and you’ve cooked him a whole meal? You could have waited for, like, the third date for this really.”

“What else was I supposed to do?!” You dropped the chicken and grabbed the woven cover to keep them warm. You grumbled and gently took hold of the basket. “The things I’m doing for this man. You should have seen my parents' faces when I left the house with a whole chicken.”

Takashi tossed out the bones before following you out of the home-ec room. You could hear a collective sigh of relief as you left. Your clubmates rubbed your back, urging you to breathe slowly as you walked down the hall.

“You’re on edge. I’m sure it’ll be fine.” Momo’s voice picked up happily.

When the three of you made your way out of the school’s main building, you shivered. Snow had started to fall at lunchtime, and it wasn’t letting up, catching on your clothes. You all rushed back inside to throw on your coats before starting your trek to the boy’s gym again.

It was a pair of wide brown eyes that greeted you at the gym door. A recognisable face, one that took up a majority of the volleyball’s article space.

Takahashi sighed. “Oikawa, Is Kyoutani here?”

“Mad-Dog?” It seemed like the tall boy was about to start singing. “He sure is! Hey, Mad-Dog! Looks like someone is here to see you!”

When members of the team began to snicker, you wanted to shrink in on yourself. Heat pooled in your cheeks before dropping into your stomach and kicking around with your stomach like a soccer ball. You could feel your acid reflux kick up.

Hopelessly, you watched as the group of boys pushed a furious looking member in your direction. You cast a glance to your friends, who had backed off a few metres, nearing the corner of the building, almost hiding behind it. This was humiliating. You stared at your feet, only looking up when a scuffed pair of volleyball shoes entered your line of vision.

God, he was kind of scary, wasn’t he?

You remembered what you had marked off on our questionnaire. His hair was bleached blond, definitely against dress code, with two natural stripes that wrapped around his head. Even more against the dress code. You couldn’t help but wonder why teachers hadn’t spoken to him about it. His eyes though, looking past the glare he had, were a honey gold, soft looking.

A cold breath of winter air filled your lungs. You could do this.

“You said you liked Hamima Chicken, but I had to make something, not buy it, so here. Fried chicken. I hope you like it.” You held the carefully packaged gift to him.

He glared at him, huffing through his nose.

“Um, It’s freshly made, you might want to eat it before it gets cold.”

You hear the volleyball team snicker, making you glance over. Kyountani tenses in front of you, swiftly turning his head to look over his shoulder. Whatever look he gave them was enough to have them hurrying back a few steps. You tried not to laugh at their expense.

A spiky-haired member started shoving them back into practice.

When Kyoutani looked back your way, you lifted the fried chicken back up. His eyes flicked between your face and the food.

He took hold of the sides of the basket and pulled it into his stomach. “Hmm.” He still looked like he was glaring.

“Um, so. We have to go on four dates.” He nodded along, as you pulled out your phone from your pocket. “How about we exchange numbers and I’ll make the plan for the first one.”

He continued to glare but turned his attention to the small device in your hand. You gulped as he took it, and punched his thumbs into the keypad.

He handed it back and you nodded in the windy silence. It was hard not to shiver a bit.

“Okay then. I’ll send you the info.”

With a final nod, he stepped back into the gym, door slamming behind him. You could hear howling laughter through it. How embarrassing.

Takahashi and Momo ran up to you from their hiding spots, hands landing on your shoulders.

“You did great!”

“Sure but what the hell do I have to do for this date? What do people do on dates?!”

They started escorting you back towards the main building, aiming for the lockers where you could get organised before heading home where your parents would definitely be waiting for answers. Hopefully, they were stuck at work like normal.

Takahashi hummed. “Didn’t your letter come with a coupon for something?”

You snapped your fingers and rummaged through your backpack. Pulling out the somewhat tattered envelope, you tucked your fingers in and pulled out the two coupons.

“Theme park. Eligible for this Saturday.”

Momo clapped and pushed the school door open. “There you go! Now you have a plan!”

Once you stepped through the doors you froze, a cold shiver running over your head despite the warm interior. You cried, “There’s a Sendai Frogs game that day!”

This sucks.

“Chilly, chilly, chilly.”

Oh, how you despised the cold. Even if the falling snow was pretty, and winter came with hot chocolate, you shivered at the mere thought of needlessly standing outside to freeze. Yet here you were, standing straight as a board, in a line for a ride with a near-stranger at your side as snow fell clammy before melting as soon as it landed on any surface that wasn’t a pile of snow.

To top it all off. The coupon that the student council had so lovingly given out for this date, wasn’t for a scream filled, stomach-churning, terror-inducing, roller-coaster filled park like you were expecting. While that might have seemed to be a bad option in the colder weather, you liked to think the adrenaline would counteract that.

You stared up at the pink and red, bubble lettered sign that decorated the front entrance of the ride ahead of you. At any of them, park, it wouldn’t have been your first choice, likely not on the list at all. But to your displeasure, it was the only ride in the vicinity that had offered some sort of excitement, by parading its riders through a dark tunnel.

The general concept sounded aerie, and the fact that the ride was the only one that took place in an enclosed environment, you were a bit hopeful. You would be excited for scares if it weren’t for the previously mentioned sign that bore the name of the ride.

‘Tunnel of Love’

How humiliating.

You grimaced and turned your head to glance at the bitter looking boy next to you. Words to fill the silence were about to fall, probably stupidly, out of your mouth when a shove in your opposing shoulder shut you up and knocked you into Kyoutani’s side. He caught you with an arm around your shoulders.

He glared at the couple that had shoved their way in front of you, into the first spot in line. Wordlessly, he let out a huff, making puffy clouds escape his nose.

Grabbing hold of your arm through your coat, he shoved his shoulder into the spine of the guy in front of him, effectively ending the couples mid-day makeout session. When the stranger turned around, mouth open to berate Kyoutani, the teen sneered.

“Fuck off and get behind us.”

Kyoutani hiked up his free elbow, cutting through the couple and pulling you alongside him. Once back into your original spot you tried to pay the annoyed pair behind you no mind. It was rather easy once you noticed Kyountani’s arm that was still stiffly wrapped around your shoulders gripping nervously at the air just next to your arm.

Returning to your board-like state you glanced sideways to get a look of the boy’s face.

The skin between his brows was pushed outwards, creating thick creases by his brow. Same for his nose, which had deep inset lines branching up to the inner corner of his glaring eyes, and sides of his mouth. His mouth, which was sewn shut, bottom lip being pushed up as high as seemingly possible. He was grimacing more than before. Looking back to his hand on your opposite shoulder, you could see the tendons pop as he tried to keep it as still as possible as if trying to hide it being there.

Did he want it to be there? You weren’t sure. His scowl could be of nerves or discomfort, maybe both. But while you couldn’t read his emotions through that grimace, you knew your own, at least partially, and it felt awkward and uncomfortable. You just hoped he wouldn’t try to bite your head off, the couple behind you definitely wouldn’t do anything to help.

Taking a gulp of cold air, you reached for his wrist and ducked under his arm. Guiding his hand to tuck back into his coat pocket, you looped your elbow around his arm, before tucking away your own hands into the safe confines of your pockets.

You tried not to make a face when he turned his head to look at you.

“Next in line!”

You pulled him by your linked arms and got into the ride, quickly setting off into the dark tunnel.

As expected, it was dark. Too dark for any kind of ride. What was the point of this? Your only saving grace was that the cold wind couldn’t reach you in there, making you feel considerably warmer. Well, that plus the furnace of a boy next to you.

“It’s a lot warmer here at least, huh?”

Kyoutani scoffed, “Ya, you’ve been whining all day.”

“Hey! At least I’ve been trying to talk!”

“Wimp.”

Silence permeated between the two of you. You glanced over your shoulder to see if there was any light coming from where you entered. Nothing.

“So, you’re on the volleyball team.”

“Hmm.”

You couldn’t see any of his reactions. He was probably still glaring.

“What position do you play?”

“Opposite hitter.”

You stuck your fingers between your knees, trying to warm them up.

“Ah, so you must like doing a lot of spiking.” You recalled your conversation with Takahashi and Momo. “Finishing moves are always the most fun.”

“Ya.”

Well, at least he was saying something.

“Maybe I should watch more of your games. I’m normally parading around with the girl’s teams, so I don’t often have the opportunity.”

“Hmm?” Participation! You perked up in your seat a bit.

“I’m a part of the journalism club as the girl’s sports reporter. I go to all the games and some practices.”

“Their team isn’t as good as ours.”

A grin fell onto your cheeks, and before you could stop it, you let out a chuff at the challenge.

“I suppose not, but your team also has its faults from what I’ve heard. The best team in the school is currently the girl’s basketball team.”

You heard him huff as a gentle gust of hot air hit your cheeks. You couldn’t see it, but he was finally facing you head-on. Progress? You hoped you weren’t hitting the wrong buttons.

He didn’t say anything for a bit, but he didn’t turn away or shuffle. “So, journalism club. Did you have anything to do with this?” He sounded annoyed, but not much more than usual.

“Ah, no. I didn’t even mean to participate myself—”

A loud, breathy sigh echoed through the tunnel behind you. You froze, jaw dropping. The couple that had tried to cut in line.

You gulped. “Oh my god, that is horrifying.” You heard Kyoutani’s tongue click and his clothes rustle. “I very much regret dragging us in here now.”

Kyoutani’s hand landed roughly on your shoulder. He had stood in his seat and gotten to his knees, gripping onto you for balance in the dark.

You grabbed his wrist, “Careful!”

“OI, FUCKERS, YOU’RE NOT ALONE IN HERE!”

Laughter ripped through your stomach, echoing off the walls of the tunnel and shooting through your ear like a bullet. Once the acoustics stopped, you could hear hurried scrambling as the two behind you moved around frantically. Which sent you into another fit of laughter, dripping Kyoutani’s wrist like a vice.

“DISGUSTING!”

You choked on your breath, feeling tears slowly trail down your cheeks as they tried to find a place to freeze.

The ride ended soon after, and you were greeted with one of the workers, disturbed faces. You left, walking back into the cold.

“That was terrible!”

“Fuckers can’t keep their pants on for one minute.”

“I never want to experience that again.”

“Me neither.”

“The worker looked terrified! Do you think they have night vision cameras for safety?”

You watched a smirk on his face contently. “I sort of hope they do.” His stomach growled.

“Let’s get some food.”

You both stood awkwardly for a moment, watching the extraordinary amount of couples that walked tightly knit together around you. Kyoutani met your eyes for a moment before pushing out his elbow, hand still tucked away in his pocket. Your arm was looped through his again as you walked through the theme. For a while, you had forgotten exactly where you were.

Oh god, everything really was made for couples.

After a bit of wandering, you both found your way to the only not jam-packed cafe in the theme park. Sadly though, no matter where you turned, you were met with just as, if not more, PDA positive couples as the one you encountered at the love tunnel.

“This place is an eye sore,” Kyoutani mumbled while reading the menu.

A couple, only a seat over, were tucked into the corner, hands never leaving their partners skin as they kissed heavily against the wall.

You both cringed. “Let’s just get a drink and get out of this place.”

To your despair, your hot drinks did little to fight against the cold, which had only seemed to drop in temperature since you got to the cafe. You both stood stiffly in the middle of the theme park, sipping on your drinks through straws and staring at the concrete ground, away from all the lovey-dovey couples.

“So this has been terrible,” you sighed.

“It’s still 3pm.”

“Yup.”

For the love of— what the hell do people do on dates? Think, Think. The quiz had mentioned dinner and movies? Were there any noteworthy movies released recently that weren’t RomComs? All that the damn letter gave you was coupons, and for all you could care, the saved money didn’t make up for the awful location.There were still some rides that you could do, but they were slow with long lines, and staying in the cold felt like it would only worsen the mood. And you were certain that seeing another handsy couple would make you both uncomfortable. The parks games would likely suck up the rest of your money too. Even if Kyoutani was a skilled athlete, rigged games weren’t worth it. Neither of you were really dressed to be outside too long either. Finding a gym could possibly work, but they’d all likely be booked for practices. Wait!

“I have season tickets to Sendai Frogs? They’re division two but still really good and—”

“Let’s go.” Kyoutani’s back seemed to have straightened, shoulders rising slowly as he sucked in some air. He loops his arm through yours, pulling you toward the theme park’s exit.

“The game isn’t for another 3 hours!”

“We’ll get food first.”

With it being the ‘most romantic day of the year’, people were crowding the trains and streets as they went on the merry way to their dates. It was overwhelming. You and Kyoutani had to push your way through giant bouquets of roses and massive chocolate hearts as you travelled the relatively short distance to the stadium. It was annoying, not being able to see over mountains of roses and hearts. While you were fine with just dealing with the hindrances, you couldn’t help but let out a small laugh when Kyoutani decided to curse them out for being in your way. You were sure to give the people quiet apologies though.

You had made it to a small family owned restaurant up the street from the stadium, stuffing your faces with all the food that you had missed throughout the day.

“Let me pay for my food.” Kyoutani was rising out of his seat to go pay at the cash register when you grabbed the hem of his shirt to pull him back.

“I’m not broke you wimp. You’re already paying for the tickets.”

You didn’t want to correct him by saying it was your parent’s money paying for the tickets. Then again, paying for the meal would be your parent’s money as well. You let go of his shirt. “Fine, but hurry or we’ll miss the pre-game stuff.”

“You think I’m slow?” He growled, turning around to face you.

“No, but you will be if you keep standing there. Just go pay quickly.” Shooing him off to the counter, you wrapped yourself up in your coat and grabbed his off the backrest. Holding it open for a quick slide on when he returned.

His “thanks” came out in a small grumble before he linked your arms again and set off toward the stadium.

You were happily jumping with each step as you approached the building and your seats inside. Games were always a highlight of and sort of week. Home or away. It was always great to see your city’s team play. Nothing made you feel better.

A familiar figure with rounded and hunched shoulders, a protruding stomach and a large cup with piss coloured liquid stood in the seat next to yours. “Oh, great.”

He must’ve heard you, as his head turned to look at you as you descended the steps to your seats. Kyoutani was just a step behind you when you slid into the row.

“Hey, Kid!” The man’s hefty arm slung itself around your shoulder, bringing you into a tight side-hug that nearly made his drink spill onto your coat.

“Hi, already drinking?” You put a kind smile on your face as you looked at the soft plastic container filled with beer.

“Fourth one! Gotta start strong!” He shouted it out proudly, as if he wasn’t going to be asleep in his seat by the end of the game from all the alcohol.

“Congratulations.”

When the man’s arm dropped, he turned to face his buddies for a moment that were on the other side of him. A tug on your elbow had you switching places, putting you farther away from the noise and drinks. Kyoutani let you go, back facing the strange man as he pulled off his coat. You looked at him with wide eyes, silent as you quickly got rid of your jacket and placed it on the seat behind you.

The man turned back, beer-soaked mouth open as he was about to speak before pausing, shutting his jaw, and then promptly speaking again. He leans around Kyoutani to see him. “Ah! Who’s this guy? I don’t know your face.”

Kyoutani’s face began tight as he gave the man a side glare.

“He’s a,” you gulped, “friend from school.”

The man grinned, showing off his crooked teeth. “Ah! Nice to meet ya, Bud!” He raised an arm swinging it toward the striped blond’s shoulders until Kyoutani took a step closer to you and out of reach from the drunken grasp. Grabbing the man’s wrist, Kyoutani lowers it with a glare. “Ah, not a hugger, that’s fine. You better cheer loud though.”

You both were finally taken out of the guy’s immediate thought at the pre-game starting, pulling his attention away like a moth to a flame.

Kyou leaned toward you, lowering his volume to be underneath the announcer’s. “Who’s the jackass?” The anthem began to play.

You huffed through your nose and whispered, “Honestly, I don’t know his name. I just call him Drunk Guy. He’s got season tickets as well. He’s not terrible, he’s just really—”

As if someone watching over you had a specific taste in comedic timing, the anthem finished and the subject of your conversation let out a horrendous scream, then a sharp whistle that stabbed your ears as the players took their positions. He follows the volume match with a slurry of rambling cussing directed at the opposing team, challenging and coercing them into an aggravated state, while he shook his beer wildly in the air. Whether or not he succeeded in making your opponents annoyed, you didn’t know, but he definitely made you hate him.

“Loud,” you finished.

Kyoutani huffed, glaring over his shoulder at the man until the game started and everyone settled into their seats.

The drunk man’s sneers and swears quickly faded into the crowd’s cheers as the game continued. Letting you enjoy the game fully without any distractions, except for a minor few

Whenever Sendai scored a point, and the onlookers jumped to their feet to cheer, Kyoutani’s hand found your shoulder and squeezed in for dear life before pulling away like it burned his palm. Looking over, you’d see a familiar scowl with his eyes glued on the game before you. He was rather quiet the whole game, only letting out small huffs of excitement every now and then as he grabbed your shoulder and clenched his other hand into a fist. Quiet until Drunk Guy decided to heckle one of the injured opponents as he walked off the court with a bloody nose. Kyoutani snapped at him, yelling louder than anyone in the crowd. You tried not to laugh as the man backed off like a whimpering puppy.

The game ends with Sendai Frogs’ win, tightly making it over the two point difference with 29 in the 5th set.

You pulled Kyoutani out of the stadium by your linked arms. It had happened unconsciously. After silently finding an agreeable way to hold on to each other as you walked, it seemed like your arms looped together like magnets once needed.

The winter wind was much stronger than when you had arrived, making your teeth clatter as you walked home.

“I have more tickets if you want to come again. My parents usually end up missing games because of work.”

Kyoutani let the wind fill in the silence for a moment. “When’s the next one?”

“Next week. It’s an earlier game though. We could count it as one of our four dates,” you said, absentmindedly, suddenly remembering the context of the whole situation.

When you looked his way though, Kyoutani’s face was screwed in a way that made it seem as though he had just eaten something incredibly foul.

You backtracked, “O-or not. We don’t need to hang out at all if you’d prefer, it’s not a big deal.” You were used to attending the games on your own regularly anyways.

Kyoutani huffed, eyes straying to the side where a dog park was. “I just don’t like the date thing.”

You stopped in your tracks, pulling Kyoutani along with you. “Is that all?” His mouth opened for a moment before getting distracted by a large, puffball of a canine that made its way over and pressed its nose against the separating fence. Kyoutani poked it, making the dog dark happily before running back to its owner.

Your laugh brought his attention back your way. “Seriously, Kyoutani. If it’s the idea of it being a ‘date’ that bothers you, then let’s just think of it as us hanging out instead. There’s no expectations with that, right?”

For once, the boy’s expression seemed a bit more neutral, unblinking as his eyes jittered between looking at the both of yours. His shoulders dropped, you hadn’t noticed how tense he was until that point.

You hummed, “Sound good?”

Rin’s hands were held together, pressing into her chest as she sighed dreamily toward the clubroom ceiling as if Aphrodite herself was descending from it. “We went to see a rom-com! He held my hand and hugged me throughout it. He’s so warm. He even wiped off a crumb from my cheek and kissed it and—AH! I feel hot just thinking about it! Am I blushing? My face must be so red!”

You blinked at the younger girl. Held hands? Through the whole movie? That must have been really sweaty. And kissing on the first date? What? Noticing that it was wide open, you shut your jaw.

Momo laughed, “You look like a strawberry, Rin. Takahashi and I went to a fancy restaurant. We held hands and drank water like it was fancy wine. Almost convinced him to propose right there!” She elbowed the boy that sat between you with a cheeky grin, making him shove her back. “We’re going ice skating next. You’ll carry me so I won’t fall right?”

“Sure.”

They all seemed to melt into the floor as they spoke about their dates. Like somehow their body temperature was high enough to render their muscles useless, letting them sink into the floor or chairs like puddles of molasses.

Akira cheered from their chair, “Ooh! We went skating for our date! She held my hand the whole time and we had hot chocolate afterwards. I got some whipped cream on my nose and when I wiped it off she kissed my cheek!”

You watched Akira’s eyes become half lidded. Rin decided to take the following science to fly a pin your way.

“How did your date go?”

You laughed like a fog horn. “We caught a couple getting frisky in the love tunnel at the carnival and then went to this cutsie cafe that had sort of meh drinks. Then again, it seemed less like people went for food but instead to make out. So we ditched and went to a family restaurant before watching the Sendai Frogs play.”

“You just ditched the whole Valentine’s day date thing?” Momo pouted.

Takahashi snorted. “Why am I not surprised? I can’t imagine you, or Mad-Dog enjoying that sort of thing.”

Rin whined, “But you were supposed to have a cute date and fall in love and stuff!” To which you just silently shrugged in response. “Do you even plan on going on another date?”

“Uh, there’s another Sendai frogs game, but other than that, it’s technically his turn to plan, I think.”

Momo looked at you as if he had just heard a forecast of endless bad weather. “You think?”

Again, you shrugged.

Your gloved fist hammered on the wooden door, making a dull thud rather than a recognisable knock. It had gotten colder over the week, like nature wanted to sneeze out its last remaining bits of winter before spring came around. Even the weather forecast talked about a probable chance of cold winds and snow coming from the north for the next while. It was cold, getting colder, and you were on the racecar stripped teen boy’s doorstep, shivering in it.

He finally opened the door, yawning and still in his baggy pyjamas.

You scoffed, “Sleep in?”

“Ya. Come in. I’ll get changed.”

You brushed past him and pulled off your outdoor clothes, eager to soak in the heat. “Don’t bother, it’s fine. You can get changed before we leave if it’s more comfortable. Not like I'm dressed all that fancy.” You gestured to your sloppy sweatpants and shirt before taking your shoes off. “So what's the plan for today?”

Not needing to take care of extra clothing like you did, Kyoutani took a few extra steps into the living room and grabbed two remote controls off the coffee table. “I’ll order fried chicken and pizza in a bit too.”

You smirked, “Oh, I see. You ready to lose?” Finally removing your second shoe, you rushed forward, snatching the remote from his hand and flopping onto the couch.

“As if.”

The pizza had been eaten quickly between matches, Kyoutani eating half of your side of the pie after he had inhaled a hefty amount of fried chicken. Despite the constantly full mouth, it didn’t seem to prevent him from talking.

“Shut up and get out of my way!”

“No way. We’re going against each other, I’m trying to win!”

Kyoutani kicked a leg up onto the couch and pushed his heel into your shoulder. Being shoved sideways sends your arm askew, making you kiss the needed buttons.

Kyoutani jumps to his feet, stretching his arms high into the air before crashing down into a hunched squat. “Fuck Ya!”

“Oh, fuck you, cheater!” You dropped the remote in exchange for the throw pillow that you had been, well, thrown into, and used it for the purpose it’s name suggested. Kyoutani’s head, followed by the rest of his body in a wave like motion, toppled sideways, before spinning back and landing on the couch. Then, your alarm rang.

Drunk Guy wasn’t present at the game this time, you’d never know for sure why. But you always told yourself that he probably got too drunk at a nearby bar, and couldn’t make the extra trip. Though you would never be upset about his absence, a game where he would likely start yelling at his own team, made you grateful you didn’t have to hear his crude ramblings.

The game was disappointing. With the team's ace injured after last week, a concussion along with a badly bruised nose, morale had dropped and the team wasn’t playing their best. It wasn’t a bad game, necessarily, close in score and filled with good plays. But within five minutes, everyone in the stadium seemed to know that Sendai Frogs were going to lose.

You sighed, and turned to look Kyoutani’s way, who —despite the obvious loss— was staring intently at the match before him. Looking closer, it was almost as if his eyes were glowing. Amber, gold, and honey.

Before you realised it, the first set ended and Kyoutani sank into his seat with a huff.

“You look very intense when you’re watching the game. It’s a bit scary, but your eyes look very pretty too.”

“Shut up.” He pushed you over, making you laugh and retaliate by doing the same.

“Oh that reminds me, do you bleach your eyebrows too?”

New letters were decorating the tables when you arrived at class on Monday morning. You didn’t even wait for Momo and Takahashi to arrive when you dropped onto your assigned chair and tore the envelope open.

“Ah,” Momo had shown up, peeking over your shoulder. “An ice skating coupon, that’s fun!”

You crumpled the letter, and stuffed it in your backpack.

Takahashi had sat down as well, pulling the happy girl off your shoulder and pushing her into her own chair. “Can Mad-Dog even skate?”

You groaned, at least it wasn’t the carnival again. And with Valentine’s day over most of the red heart and rose decorations would be gone. Though, that didn’t mean anything for White day, perhaps why would have just changed the colour scheme a bit for the next few weeks. “I don’t know, but it looks like I’m going to find out. This coupon is 50% off for couples. Gotta abuse that.”

Thinking more about it, the Sendai Frogs game that week was in another city, so instead of seeing it in person, you’d be watching the live broadcast. You weren’t sure if Kyoutani would mind coming to your place to watch it or not, but he had invited you to his home, so.

You hummed.

Kyoutani hummed also, when you showed him the coupon and mentioned the away game. You quickly left though, at the teasing sounds of laughter and pursing lips from his teammates behind him. You understood why he lashed out at them.

“Ouch, ouch. Hey, too much!”

To Kyoutani’s credit, he knew how to skate. Though his heart belonged to volleyball, being an athlete set him up to at least have transferable skills in all sports. Along with his skills however, his insistent need for perfection and winning seemed to carry over too, even in things that weren’t competitive in and of themselves.

He tugged your skates laces tighter, practically suffocating your foot

“Watch it! You’re gonna tear the thing right off!”

From his kneeled position before you, blade between his knees, he looked up and gave you a glare. “Do you want to break an ankle?”

“No, ideally not.”

“Then shut up and deal with it.”

He just had to show off that he was better at tying laces than you were. And what sucked more, he actually was.

The skating rink was outdoors, split into two sections, one where people played a bit of hockey, or did fancy tricks, and the other that was limited to casual skating. Beside it, a large wooden cabin-like building that functioned as a change room and cafe along with having rentable skates. Kyoutani had you sitting on one of the wooden benches until he got your skates fused to your legs.

Once on the ice, Kyoutani had no qualms about shouldering you, trying to knock you off balance, confident in his work of your laces. Of course, you retaliated, making the shoving match continue as bruises built underneath your jackets and you both began to build more speed turning the shoving matches into dodging and then a flat out race.

You could barely hear Kyoutani’s growls over the cold wind that rushed by your ears. People yelped as you both zipped by, nearly knocking them over. The speed was exhilarating, you haven't skated in years and sliding across the ice at a speed you had never reached before was like becoming a new person. You and Kyoutani were neck in neck with a clear path ahead of you. You wanted to win.

The feeling of cold wind pushing back against your speed made you think for a half second. It had been a number of years since you stepped foot on ice. Maybe you should’ve practiced stopping.

Kyoutani held two ice packs in his hands, one in each. He pressed the one in his left against the swelling spot on top of his as the other, in his right, was pushed against your forehead. He was, also, holding up the weight of your head as you jokingly slumped into it as you filled out the skating rinks injury form. At least you were smiling and not grimacing over the pain he supposed.

It was a simple questionnaire, primarily going over the incident and making you both confess over how dumb you were being while promising not to sue them over your mistake. When you finally gave the piece of paper back, Kyoutani was able to hand off your ice pack and return your skates to the amused worker behind the counter. He glared at the man.

The ice packs were luckily one time use, meaning that you could take it home, not that it was all that different than just standing out in the cold.

Kyoutani groaned from the ache in his head as you both walked. “Did you really have to fill out that form?”

“Just be happy that I didn’t make you fill out one too. And belides. It was kind of fun.”

For once, you were grateful for the frigid temperatures. The feeling of the wind and snowflakes against your burning forehead was relaxing. You were almost sad when you arrived home.

“Oh! You must be Kyoutani! My, I never thought I’d see the day that my kid went on a date!”

You tried not to gag at the memory of the first ‘date’. Beside you, Kyoutani didn’t hide his disgust. Your mother didn’t pay any mind though, running up to you both, helping you out of your winter gear, all while gushing about the thought of her darling child finally behind with someone. You pretended not to hear her mention Takahashi and Momo and her thoughts of setting you up with either of them.

“I wouldn’t say it’s a date exactly—”

“Dinner is ready, love birds! Grab your plates.” Your dad called from the kitchen.

You cursed yourself silently for mentioning Kyoutani coming over to watch the game. If you hadn’t, the two might have actually stayed at work like they usually did.

One hand on either of your backs, You bother ushered you into the kitchen to stuff your plates.

Sitting around your living room furniture as your parents stared at you and Kyoutani like reincarnations of past lovers made you want to regurgitate the food you had already tried to each under their oppressing gazes. You tried your best to focus on the match that was streaming on the screen in front of you.

“Could you not stare—”

“So, Kyoutani, did they ask you out on Valentine’s day? It was with the chicken right? Oh, darling, why didn’t you tell us you had a crush?”

From the corner of your eye, you could see the blond's shoulders crawl up to his ears.

“I didn’t, I don’t,” you huffed, setting your nearly empty plate down. You didn’t have the appetite any longer. “It’s a school organized event by the student council. So, I didn’t really ask him out. We just sort of got paired up.”

“Ah, have you two been having fun on your dates at least?” Your dad piped in.

Kyoutani set his own plate down, not even a trace of food was left. “The first date was pretty trash, the rest have been fine, I guess.”

You blinked. Would you ever get a better compliment from the boy than that? You felt rather smug. You nodded, “We didn’t really have a say in that one, but ya, it was pretty bad.”

Your mom frowned, “Oh? Why not?”

“Stupid horn dogs and a fucking love fest of a theme park.”

Again, you nodded. “Exactly that, really.”

“Oh, but the Valentine's theme park is so cute and romantic!” for a moment you watched as your mom fell into your dad's arms dramatically, showering him with love and adoration that he eagerly reciprocated as they both thought back to fond memories of dates and other things.

Their ramblings became mute to your ears as you turned your head to instead watch Sendai Frogs score a clean point and take the set.You and Kyoutani cheered, his hand came to clasp your shoulder again in the excitement.

By the time it had come for Kyoutani to make his way home, your parents had gone off to who knows where.

You leaned on the door frame as he pulled his shoes on. “I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable. When I mentioned you coming over for the game, they insisted on getting out of work early. I guess, I know why now.”

“They’re just weird fuckers who care to much about your love life. It’s weird, but fine. Not too different from everyone else.”

You didn’t hold back your laughter, “You’re not wrong! Huh, I don’t think I ever really noticed that.”

Even before the student councils, meddling, dating and crushes seemed to be all people talked about outside of school and a few other things. Classmates, schoolmates, celebrities, fictional characters. Did it ever stop?

“Do your parents do that? Like what mine did?”

Kyoutani swung on his coat and glared to the ceiling as if in deep thought, maybe he did have to think hard about it and you were just mistaking it for his usual look. “Not really. My mom tells my dad how handsome he is and my dad will hold her and take care of her. But I've seen friends do that too. He never buys roses or chocolates, and she never makes elaborate meals to celebrate anniversaries. I don’t even know if they had a wedding. I just know that they love each other.”

That’s it, huh?

He zipped his coat and continued after another pause. “They’ve never pestered me about anything like yours seem to either. They care more about how I'm doing in school and if I’m staying out of trouble.”

You stared at the class one student with a delinquent’s reputation and smirked. “Are you? Staying out of trouble that is.”

He huffed and zipped up his coat. “Shut up. I’m managing.”

When he took one step out the door, he turned around to look at you with his signature glare, before holding up his puffy sleeve covered arms.

Smiling, you let go of the door and sank into the hug with a slow sigh. “Get some safe, okay? Watch out for the ice.”

He was warm. His hands were still on your back for a moment before brushing along the length of your spine and pulling away with an affirmative hum.

Rin stared at you with a dropped jaw and pinched eyes. The journalism club, as they do once the main load of work was done, was once again talking about their dates. Fuji used the opportunity to make a small sampled report to give to the student council every week. But within your small group of friends, you seemed to be an outlier.

“Let me get this straight. You guys shoved each other around on the ice, raced, and slammed into the barrier instead of, like, holding hands and drinking hot chocolate?”

You nodded as your fingers ran across your laptop's keyboard. “Ya. Why would we do all that stuff?”

Rin groaned, fists slamming into her thighs. “‘Cause it’s supposed to be a date! A romantic date!”

“Why though?”

Kaito rolled his eyes before smacking the back of his classmate's head. “Leave it alone. There’s only one more date left anyways. And if they don’t want to date they don’t have to. This is the first time the Student council has done this sort of thing, so it’s not perfect. They just don’t like each other.”

You tilted your head in the younger students direction as you listened to his tired words. Not like each other? You did like Kyoutani. Why wouldn’t you? Sure things started off a bit strangely; being thrown into an uncomfortable situation with a stranger is weird. But you did like him. He was passionate about competition and sports. Particularly volleyball, which you had a shared interest in. He was funny, and at least someone fun to anger since his reactions here were entertaining. He was aggressive and maybe a bit scary at times, but not without reason. He was fun, liked dogs, and gave good hugs too. Why was there not to like?

You stared at your clubmates as they went on to talk about their matches. Was it really all that different? Rin’s whine stabbed your ear drum. You winced.

Maybe it was different.

But who gives a fuck?

Momo and Takahashi were already on the raised platform when you arrived. Though you three had nearly always been by each other's sides, since the two got matched up however, they had been stuck like glue in and outside of school. You didn’t even know they liked each other like that. You slid in next to Momo.

The boy’s volleyball team members were the the court, facing off against another school for a friendly scrimmage practice. From what Kyoutani had mentioned, at the end of the school year, they invited as many opposing teams as possible for a final hurrah of playing. All just for fun. You hadn’t ever taken a moment to watch any of the boys teams, but when Kyoutani had brought up the friendly, end of year tournament, asked (insisted) on being there to watch a few games.

Your teeth dug into your lip as Kyoutani shoved past his teammates to get a spike in against the opposing team. Never having seen him play before, you could now clearly see why Momo and Takahashi were concerned beforehand. But it didn’t stop you from cheering his name loudly when the ball landed with a dangerous thwack at their libero’s feet, just inside the line.

Momo pulled your arms down from their victorious thrusting. “Are you sure you don’t like Kyoutani?”

You huffed, arms crossing as you narrowed your eyes at the girl. “What do you mean? I do like him. I wouldn’t have come to watch otherwise.”

Takahashi continued to type on his laptop. Likely a play by play of sorts so that he could include it at the end of year article. Sadly, none-of the girl’s teams had anything going on. So there wasn’t anything for you to contribute other than a summary of the year and edits. He groaned when Momo leaned backwards against him, still giving you a suspicious glare.

“Okay… if you say so.”

Why she was hung up about it, you would never understand.

You were walking off the platform when you spotted the striped boy pounce on his captain.

Oikawa always was a bit of a twerp, annoying Kyoutani and trying to find every button that would make him explode.

“Oh, Mad-Dog! Your little date is here.” The captain sang, digging his fingers into the younger student’s shoulder.

Kyoutani groaned indignantly. “We aren’t dating, asswipe.”

“Really? They were cheering for you pretty loud. Louder than my fans even. Are you sure you aren’t an item? I knew our plan would work out!”

Kyoutani glared at the brunette, huffing hot air out of his nose as he crouched down. “Fight me you piece of shit!” he lunged, and choked.

Iwaizumi held the back of the boy’s collar, just holding him out of reach for Oikawa’s neck. The smiling brunet sang a little tune.

The rest of the team watched on with mute laughter as their resident pound dog got his leash tightened on his by the dog walker. Iwaizumi sighed.

“Settle down, chihuahua. He’s not worth it!”

“Hey, Kyoutani!”

It wasn’t the first time the team had seen you, so actually seeing you, along with two friends, though a bit out of the blue, was not really anything brand new to them. What was surprising though, was the sight of their rabid friend's shoulders relaxed and the aggressive creases in his face softened as he looked your way.

You parted ways from Momo and Takahashi at the school gate. Kyoutani looped his arm through yours once they were out of sight.

“Okay. So why did you do the questionnaire if you didn’t want to go on any dates?”

“Fuck if I know! Those assholes made me do it. Wouldn’t stop pestering me about getting a date until I filled it out! And they’re still bothering me about it!”

You laughed, kicking a snowball that was left on the sidewalk.

“You aren’t like those asswipes either. Why did you sign up?”

“It was an accident actually.” Kyoutani raised an invisible brow in your direction. “We were helping the student council look over the questions and fill them out to see if they were any good. Test dummies essentially. Plus I like quizzes and questionnaires. But when Fuji gave them back with recommendations, I guess mine got filtered into the system even though it was the draft version. My friends keep getting annoyed that I don't do what they expect me to on these damn dates.”

You paused, holding Kyoutani back as you looked at the large snowflakes that were now following on his head.

“But honestly, I’m not even mad about it. Sure the first date was weird as all hell. But I like hanging out with you.”

“Hmm.”

You watched as a large fluff of snow landed on Kyoutani’s nose. Making him scribble up from the cold and snake the offending fluff off. A snort escaped you, making you hunch over in laughter.

Kyoutani growled at the sound and tugged you by your attached arms, pulling you into his chest.

“You’re warm. It’s nice,” your laughter subsided. “And you smell like sweat. Less nice. Did you not shower after the game?”

“Shut up.” Kyoutani’s eyes were closed as he tilted his head back towards the sky and let the softly falling clumps of white fluff land on his face.

You smiled, sinking into his hug. “Who cares if we’re not doing what everyone else wants. I like what we’re doing.”

“Hmm.”

The boy seemed to leave his door unlocked a lot.

“KENTAROU!”

Raising your leg up, you shoved your heel into the (already open, you didn’t want to damage anything) wood door, making it swing open.

On the other side, Kyoutani was padded up in his heaviest winter gear in a deep lunge, ready to dive.

The temperature had dropped again, the final assault of snow that week had made large stacks of snow that had to be shoveled through. Spring will come soon.

Seeing the blond boy’s conniving smirk, you held your hands up and surrendered, taking a few steps off his porch so that your back was facing the snow mound on his front yard. Once your arms lowered, all truces were off, and he pounced.

Hands collided with your shoulders, sending you flying backwards into the snow, and landing with a force that knocked the air out of your lungs.

You wheezed, “Fuck you!”

“Get off your ass. We have a game to win.”

His smile was contagious.

The Haishi Automotive Lions were the Sendai Frogs biggest rivals. All the players seemed to know each other really well, and got along great, which just made them want to one up each other more, no matter the outside standing of the V league. As it was one of the biggest games of the season, it also had a large turnout.

Drunk Guy included.

Spotting him in the crowd, Kyoutani’s eyes narrowed and wrapped an arm around your shoulder, stitching your spots before you slid into your seats. His arm stuck there like glue afterwards.

Having an extra body in the way for the man’s screams to bounce off instead of going directly into your ear was definitely a blessing. Especially when the Lions came out and a roar of heckles were thrown their way.

You groaned, shutting your eyes and letting your head fall onto Kyoutani’s shoulder. “This is going to be a long game.”

“We should get you noise canceling headphones.”

It was, in fact, a long game. The Sendai Frogs, having their star player back after his two week concussion recovery, was able to hold a steady lead throughout the first set. Finishing their first set winning with 27 points.

The crowd had gone wild when the referee’s whistle blew, rising to their feet as they screamed and pumped the fists. Kyoutani’s hand remained on your shoulder as you stood up to cheer along.

The second set had been much harder but ended similarly with 29 points for the Frogs, who were happily drinking cold water in their green jerseys that were gradually becoming more and more laden with sweat.

The Lions took the 3rd set with 28, and the 4th with 31.

The crowd had become restless and agitated, screaming all the nasty things they could against the opposing team. Which only made the visiting Lion’s fans retaliate with their own hateful words.

You groaned into Kyoutani’s shoulder, hoping that you would be able to leave the stadium without getting stuck in a brawl. It happens sometimes.

Luckily though, you managed to leave the stadium alive and with a happy smile at the memory of the Sendai Frogs taking the 5th set at 18 points with a gym rattling spike from their captain.

“AAH!” You shot your arms into the air. Letting the heavy snow fall on your cheeks. “That was amazing! Kyoutani, you’re gonna come to the game next week, right?”

His head tilted. “Isn’t this the last date?”

March 14th, White day, was next week. Meaning that everyone who hadn’t confessed on Valentine's day would take the opportunity to confess their love with the symbolic white roses. How could you have forgotten?

You paused, staring at the bow with an exaggerated scoff. “We talked about this already

“Who gives a fuck?”

The boys volleyball team had dismissed themselves from practice early so that they could go give out their white roses. This left the gym nearly deserted with the exception for the super dedicated players, ie the captain and a couple lackeys, tossing balls into the air. You had pulled Kyoutani up to the viewing ledge, where you could sit at least somewhat privately, while also still being in close access to the gym floor, should he want to run back on at any moment.

Your brow furrowed as you looked over the questions of the exit questionnaire that was left on your desk that morning. “Are you going to continue dating going forward? Yes or No? Seriously, that's too simplistic.”

“The fuckers set us up, what do you expect?” He took a bite from his Hamima Chicken, “What do you want to say?”

Dropping the sheet into your lap, you paused, and looked his way, watching as he scarfed down another bite without breaking a sweat. “What do you want to say?”

He swallowed and looked at the paper before throwing his head back with an annoyed grunt. “Who gives a crap!” he shoved the rest of the branded fried chicken down his throat before grabbing something from his bag and throwing it against your head.

It was hard, and crickled on impact before landing on the sheet of paper in your lap with a thud.

“You were supposed to catch it dumbass!”

“I didn’t know you were throwing something at me!” you laughed, rubbing the spot on your temple.

Picking up the crinkly plastic wrapped gift you admired, the inconsistent sized hard candy that sat inside of it. At the tied opening, a small card read ‘Happy White Day” is his recognisable messy handwriting.

You smiled. “Thank you, Kentarou.”

The questionnaire was left blank.

This is the closest I’ve been to not finishing a oneshot in time, I thought I was gonna split it into parts.

Lol, I love this one. I just let my ace heart run wild with platonic fics, could’ve probably written so much more if I paced myself better.

holy shit 31 pages. - Bacon

It was very cute :( it didn’t even feel like 31 pages lskdjfla - Kiwi

11k wordsssss - Bacon

It’s about drive, it’s about power - Kiwi

We stay hungry, we devour - Bacon

PUT IN THE WORK, PUT IN THE HOURS AND TAKE WHAT'S OURS - Kiwi

Okayyy gotta post nowwww back to essay writing and date memorizing - kiwi

Posted: 05/12/2021

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queerkuro · 2 years

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Yahaba meets Kyoutani’s older sister and is DELIGHTED to tell seijoh he’s afraid of his sister. Kyoutani tries to kill and/or break up with him, but Yahaba is like “nah uh, remember what neesan said about you having to keep me around” and Kyoutani can’t even fucking argue bc he IS scared of his sister and she DID say he had to keep Yahaba around

#this idea is so funny to me #maybe I need to do a little oneshot thingy with this idea #hq fic ideas #hq #kyoutani #kyoutani hcs #kyouhaba #wtf jordan

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kyotarou · 3 years

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title: a little more noise

pairing: kyōtani kentarō x gn!reader

synopsis: in a world of constant silence, he’s the noise you need in life, even if he’s a bit quiet.

warnings: fluff, angst, mutual pining, slowburn, strangers to friends to lovers, lotta tropes and cliches, two swear words if i counted correctly

word count: 4.8k+

a/n: i wrote this in two days which i’m very proud of, go me! always wanted to write a kyōken fic and here it is. kinda scared to post this bc he’s quite tough to characterize imo and i’m terrible at writing longer pieces. oh well :,) no indentation because that’d be such a pain. hope you like it, feedback is always appreciated! (this is also my first time writing slowburn so please lmk if it’s still too fast)

Your parents were not bad people—that was a fact. They were kind, and you did everything an ordinary family would; eat dinner together, go on trips, attend school events. Things were quiet, a little too quiet for comfort. It never felt… right. You heard stories of parents arguing, nasty divorces, and custody battles. They tore your friends apart, made them feel a pain you could never understand. You knew how terrible it was, yet sometimes you wished you went through that to fill the silence in your home. The same monotonous, “good mornings,” and “hellos,” became sickening to hear. You told yourself to push on until after graduation where you’d escape. As the years dragged on, you weren’t so sure you could keep your sanity intact.

It was how you met Kyōtani Kentarō, a second-year from your school who was in a different class. Your friend told you of a gym nearby that was secluded at night. With a sly grin, he said he met up with students from other schools to smoke, and sometimes as a hookup spot. You wrinkled your nose at his comment and flicked his forehead. These were the people you hung out with; not so bright, but easygoing and fun. They were the ones who satisfied the need for noise, the bit of excitement in your life.

You snuck out after your parents had gone to bed. It didn’t hit until halfway through your walk that several things could happen. You were alone with nothing to defend yourself with except your phone and bare hands. Looking down at your outfit, an old dark hoodie and some sweats, you hoped it was ominous enough to ward people away. Besides, the last thing you wanted was to go home and wallow in its emptiness.

To see the lights on in the gym was a surprise. Upon closer inspection, you heard the squeaking of shoes and the cannon-like sounds of balls slamming the floor. You peeked your head through the door. The only person inside was a boy, no older than you. The first thing you noticed was his oddly dyed hair which resembled a tennis ball. The second was his piercing gaze as he turned his head and stared at you. You jumped. He looked as though he was going to charge at you. Instead, the boy huffed, walked to the other side of the gym, and picked up the ball. You spotted a familiar white and blue jacket on the ground.

“Seijoh?”

The boy turned to you again. “Yeah.” His voice was low, but powerful enough to rumble the earth.

You swallowed. “I go there, too.” This was a waste of time, you thought. You should’ve gone home, and you almost did until he spoke again.

“Never seen you before.”

The ball flew into the air with the boy tailing it. His body bent in a way you didn’t think was possible, face pinched in concentration. It hit his hand then the ground with the loudest smacks you had ever heard. It was incredible, but also scary. He picked up another ball behind him and did the same, and again, and again, until his side was empty and yours was strewn with several blue and yellow volleyballs. The more you watched, the more mesmerized you became.

“Can I stay?” You felt stupid for asking, but if he was trying to concentrate, you didn’t want to disturb him. Surprisingly, he nodded. You sank to the floor with your knees to your chest and listened to the constant thwacks and smacks all night.

You only learned his name a little while after. It was by accident. You were walking by a group of boys at school when one of them called him Mad Dog-chan, and you bit your lip to stop your laughter. Luckily, they didn’t notice. It was kind of cute the more you thought about it. It fit his appearance quite well, too. That night, you found him at the gym once again. Instead of a curt nod, you waved.

“Hey, Mad Dog-chan!”

You immediately regretted your words when he stopped bouncing the ball and flashed you a murderous look. You muttered a hurried apology and sat on the floor in your usual spot. He whacked a ball a couple of times then came over to grab his water bottle. After a few quick gulps, you expected him to get back on the court, but he stared at the spot beside you.

“It’s Kyōtani. Kyōtani Kentarō.”

Some nights, he didn’t practice. You sat in a playground nearby with soda and snacks from home. Originally, they were meant to replenish his energy when he overworked himself. Now, you were the one eating most of them, with Kyōtani nibbling on a custard bun as you wolfed down chip bag after chip bag. One thing you could say with confidence was Kyōtani was a great listener. At first, you sat in awkward silence. Then, you started rattling off all the things you did that day. It led to you talking about anything and everything, including the funny-looking dog you saw on the street last week. You hoped he didn’t think he reminded you of it.

Talking to Kyōtani was equivalent to talking to a wall. If anything, you were talking at him. He barely looked your way, and if you asked a question, he responded with a grunt or a simple, “Yeah.” Even though you wished it was two-sided, it felt good. You could finally break the silence that shrouded you for years, something you yearned to do but never had the confidence to. With Kyōtani, because of how quiet he was, you felt you could say anything without judgment. You did this for a while, rambling to him in the playground while he sat and listened.

Together, you sat on the swings with fruit sandwiches you made earlier that day. Your feet dragged against the sand and dirt as you swung back and forth. It seemed like Kyōtani enjoyed it. You noticed him eyeing your sandwich while licking his lips. You laughed and handed the rest to him. You started your daily tangent; woke up, ate a meat bun for breakfast, went to school, did homework, then came here. Somewhere along the way, you mentioned how you were home alone since your parents had lots of meetings to attend. You wished it was a little more lively. It was why you left the house every night, to find some noise in the suffocating void of it all.

You talked some more about your family, which you never did. You were too distracted to see Kyōtani’s head perk up. He stopped munching on the fruit sandwich and leaned forward, trying to look at your face. You continued to ramble, feeling your irritation slowly rise.

“Am I a bad person? I mean, they’re really nice, and I adore them. But it’s unbearable sometimes, and then I end up feeling like an asshole.”

You let out a dry laugh, ignoring the pain of the metal chains holding up the swing as they dug into your palms. You pressed your lips together in a thin line, unsure of what to say next. You chose to draw circles in the sand with the tip of your shoe.

“I understand how you feel.”

You looked at Kyōtani in surprise. You waited for him to say more, but he didn’t. The night felt a little brighter.

The last thing your “friends” expected was for you to ditch them for him. “Looks like a tennis ball,” one of them said. You chuckled since it was your exact thought when you first met him. You were relieved but also disheartened when they didn’t seem to mind too much. At least you knew where they stood.

Hanging out with Kyōtani was much different compared to your nights at the gym or the playground. You got lots of stares from the third-years who never thought he could behave like this. Some people in your class whispered about the two lone-wolves banding together. You pretended not to hear.

“You’ve been cheery lately.”

You stared at your mother, trying to process her words. They never asked about you, which you grew to appreciate. It meant not having to force out a conversation. You almost brushed it aside until she spoke again. Your chin rested in your palm as you picked the vegetables on your plate, stomach full with snacks.

“I met a new friend.”

Your mother raised her brows, impressed. “Oh? Tell me about him.”

“How do you know he’s a boy?”

“Just a hunch.”

You sighed, continuing to stir your food. “He’s quiet. A little weird, but he’s nice. I can talk to him about anything.”

“That’s good.”

Your father glanced at her, and she shot him a strange look. Don’t, it said. He backed off and ate as if nothing happened.

You managed to weave yourself with the other boys from the volleyball team. They were a scary bunch at first, most of them glaring at Kyōtani the moment he walked through the door, but they were nice to you. He had left his jacket at the playground one night, and you made a mental note to return it to him the next day. Except, like Kyōtani, you also forgot about it. When you saw the boys flood to the gym for practice, you raced home then back to school and shyly followed a group of girls to the gym who were there to gawk at the captain.

During their break, you nervously approached Kyōtani and poked his shoulder. They watched you return his jacket but didn’t expect his, “Thank you,” afterward. When you left, Oikawa bugged him to invite you back. Kyōtani shrugged. He usually ignored him at all costs. Oikawa took it as a good sign.

Hanging out with them was a lot more fun than you anticipated. They were better than your previous friends, and even though most of them didn’t like Kyōtani, they seemed to be warming up. Your favorite moment was the movie night at Oikawa’s house. The living room was packed, with little room to wiggle, but it was comfortable. That night, you laughed so hard your stomach hurt, and the tensions between you, Kyōtani, and the rest of the boys dissolved. You belonged here.

Yahaba caught him staring at you outside your classroom. You sat across from another classmate, helping her with a few assignments for her art class. You posed and let her take pictures. Some were silly, but the others captured your features perfectly. In one of them, you rested your cheek in your palm with the tip of your pencil wedged between your teeth. You looked at the camera through your lashes as your classmate continued to snap more shots.

“Cool it.” Yahaba clapped him on the shoulder.

“I’m not jealous.”

“Never said you were.”

You helped your classmate pack her things. While you followed her out the door, she twirled a lock of hair around her finger and fiddled with the hem of her skirt. You bid her goodbye as her friends called her over, then turned to Kyōtani and Yahaba.

“Ready to go?”

Yahaba nodded, as did Kyōtani. You walked ahead of them, listing off that day’s menu. Behind you, Kyōtani’s eyes zeroed in on your moving form, the shift of your hips as you took each step. From an outsider’s perspective, it looked like he was honing in on a kill. Yahaba prodded his arm.

“Don’t be a pervert.”

You swore you heard a slap.

Friday after school, your parents were home from work much earlier than anticipated. A game show played on the television. They barely noticed your arrival until you called out. The TV turned off, and your mother looked over the back of the sofa with a wry smile. Your father drummed his fingers on the arm of the sofa. His eyes stayed glued to the empty screen.

“Welcome back,” your mother greeted. She glanced at the boxes in the kitchen, filled with old plates and cutlery you hadn’t touched in a while. You assumed they were throwing them out.

“So…” she drawled. “What do you think of Tokyo?”

“Tokyo?”

Your hands shook as you set your school bag down on the kitchen table. The boxes made more sense. You remembered your father talking about a school his friend’s son attended. Nekoma, was it? He told you how great it was there, that it’d be easy to make friends in such a populated area.

“Tokyo…” you repeated. A heavy lump formed in your throat. “It seems… nice. Why do you ask?” You couldn’t stop the waver in your voice. Your mother caught on too.

“Dad’s company moved areas. It’s a big shift, but it’s too good to lose. So-”

“We’re moving.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you were about to.”

Your head hung over the table. There was a crushing weight in your chest. Of course they wouldn’t tell you. They never did. It was too much to not expect this betrayal. If you told them how happy you were at Seijoh, maybe things would’ve been different. I could’ve prevented this. You shook your head. You couldn’t stop an entire company from moving, nor could you convince your father to find a new job in Miyagi. You had to follow them like you always did.

“If we can stay, we will, but most likely-”

“I’ll start packing.”

You grabbed your school bag and stomped to your room, vision obscured by your tears. Why now? Why did it have to be when you were starting to fit in, when you found real friends who made you happier than ever? Just when things looked like they were turning around, you were back at square one. You’d be there for a while, stuck in a new city far away from Seijoh. If you were with your old group, you wouldn’t have been this upset. But to not see them again—Yahaba, Hanamaki, even Oikawa.

You opened your phone and stared at the lock screen: a picture of you and Kentarō from the movie night at Oikawa’s. His arm was slung over your shoulder, a scowl on his face, but the peace sign he held up made it worth it. You remembered taking it and everyone gasping that Kentarō would even allow anyone to take a picture of him, let alone save it. Your heart fluttered. When did he stop being Kyōtani and become Kentarō?

Kentarō faced the empty playground. He sat in the right swing as he always did, scanning the area for any sign of you. In his hand was his attempt at a fruit sandwich, messily covered in cellophane with whipped cream oozing between the bread. A bandaid wrapped the tip of his finger where he accidentally cut himself. Damn those strawberries.

Kentarō kicked at the dirt. He waited, and waited some more, but after twenty minutes, you didn’t show. He pulled out his phone and sent you a quick text. Your absence made his skin crawl. His phone lit up with a response. Sorry, was all you said.

He couldn’t shake the heaviness as he trudged home.

The view outside the window gave you an excuse to be distracted. The voices of the boys were loud, but you chose to focus on the birds circling the courtyard. Two of them swooped down and landed on the thick branch of an old tree. They ruffled their feathers and nuzzled their beaks. You saw your old friends walk out of the main building. The one who introduced you to the gym glanced up. His eyes met yours momentarily. He went back to talking to someone you didn’t recognize and led them to the other side of the campus.

You stared out the window until Mattsun shook your shoulder. You turned and put on a faux smile. Your classwork was still strewn across your desk even though it was lunch. A few drops of chili sauce had landed on your math homework. You scowled at Hanamaki, his face stuffed with food.

“Oops.”

You wiped it off with an eye roll then stuffed it into your bag along with your other notebooks.

“What’s buggin’ ya?” Mattsun asked.

You shrugged. “Nothing. I’m ready for the day to end.” It was the last thing you wanted. There was a bit of time before you left for Tokyo, but the countdown moved fast. You ignored Mattsun’s opposing look and ate. They couldn’t know yet.

Kentarō knew there was more than what met the eye, but he bit his tongue. He was paranoid, he told himself. The guilty look on your face as the boys laughed, unaware of the shift in attitude, said otherwise. He threw his arm over the back of your chair. You relaxed, but the sad look remained. Remembering the fruit sandwich he made, Kentarō grabbed it from his bag and slid it across your desk. You raised your brows.

“What’s this?”

“I made it.”

You unwrapped the sticky mess of whipped cream and strawberry jam. Kentarō watched you take a small bite, followed by a bigger one.

“This is delicious!”

He showed you the tip of his finger. “The price I paid for it.”

Your knees knocked against his under your desk. He flinched. You pressed your finger to your lips, then to the bandaid. “Thank you. Hope it feels better.”

Your cheeks swelled as you took more bites than you could chew. Pink syrup stuck to the corner of your mouth. Cute, Kentarō thought.

“What was that?” you mumbled. A crumb lodged itself in your throat. Mattsun rushed over and slapped you so hard on the back it echoed. A handful of other students looked over. Hanamaki scolded you for gulping down your bottle of water without taking any breaths. Kentarō cheeks turned a darker shade than the strawberries when you gripped his arm for support. You didn’t ask again.

“Cute,” he whispered anyway. He knew you wouldn’t hear over Mattsun’s teasing. “You’re cute.”

Kentarō invited you to the movies. He planned on having it at home, but his parents occupied the TV, and his laptop was too small to enjoy anything. He met you at a plaza a walking distance’s away. He let you pick the movie, curious about your tastes. Action? Romcom? When he looked at his ticket, it was for the latest horror movie. Critics raved about it, calling it the best of the decade. Impressive.

The movie started a while ago. The critics were right, it was scary, a lot scarier than he expected. You enjoyed it like a comedy movie, clapping your hand over your mouth when the entire theater shrieked at the killer, including Kentarō.

“You’re a sadist,” he whispered.

“Am not, just think it’s funny.”

He shook his head. Another jumpscare happened, this time worse than before. Several people jolted in their seats and bits of popcorn flew into the air. Kentarō didn’t realize he had sank into his seat—your seat, actually—until you nudged his foot with yours.

“Scared?” Your breath was warm against his ear.

“Sorry.”

You patted his hand which clutched the armrest with a vice grip. Kentarō’s heart beat faster.

“It’s okay,” you said. “I’m right here.”

The movie ended and the lights switched on. People left the theater with wobbly legs and pale faces. You headed to the exit holding your empty cups and popcorn bags with Kentarō in tow. He wished the movie was longer. Not because he enjoyed it, but because the smile on your face made it worth it.

Your room was bare besides your bed and desk. Most of your stuff was packed neatly in the many cardboard boxes piled inside your now empty closet. It’d been a few weeks since that Friday, and you still hadn’t told Kentarō or any of the boys. You weren’t sure how to break the news. He noticed how clingy you became, tailing him wherever he went at school. Not that he minded. You talked less at the playground. It was him who filled the silence instead, though his daily recaps weren’t as interesting as yours.

Next week was the last with Kentarō. In your shaky hands was an envelope, the edges indented from how hard you gripped it. You took out the letter inside, read it over, then slipped it back in. You thought about sealing it for the umpteenth time that day. Before your tongue swiped against the flap, you quickly scanned over the letter once more as if the words would disappear. You’d seal it later, you told yourself.

Your over-the-top cheeriness was so evident it was painful. They asked what was up, and you said you were simply having a good day. Kentarō knew better than that. At lunch, when you were away from everyone else, he prodded your shoulder and asked what was wrong. You frowned at him, then smiled.

“Everything's fine.”

Before he could probe further, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the cafeteria.

“There’s chicken! It’s your favorite, right?”

Something slipped out of your pocket. Kentarō thought it was your school notes. He bent down to pick it up and saw it was a white envelope, unsealed. You were already gone, dragged away by his teammates. He didn’t want to pry, but curiosity got the best of him. Turning the other direction, he grabbed the note inside. His name at the top caught his eye.

Dear Kyōken-chan,

He snorted.

Sorry for not telling you this sooner. I’m still trying to process this too.

A crease formed on his forehead as he squinted. The letter was quite long, the handwriting messy. He repeated the phrases in his head over and over, but he couldn’t fully understand what they meant. He flipped it to the back and sighed when there was more. He decided to scan it this time, except a handful of words made him reread it in depth.

“Kentarō!” In your arms were several wrapped buns from the cafeteria. He tried to stuff the note into his pocket, but you already saw.

“Oh.” The buns fell to the ground. “Oh no.”

Kentarō’s face was a mix of frustration and hurt. The hand holding the letter shook, the other balled in a fist. You wanted to run, but if you moved, you swore you’d collapse.

“(Y/N),” he murmured. “What is this?”

A weary laugh escaped your lips. “Um. Can we go somewhere else?”

Not waiting for an answer, you grabbed his wrist and led him to the school’s courtyard.

“One week,” he huffed.

“One week.”

You sat beneath a large, shady tree in the farthest corner away from the main building. Kentarō rubbed his temple and sighed. He held onto your letter. You fiddled with your fingers in your lap.

“For how long?”

“Probably forever. Not literally, but it’ll feel like it.”

“So you’re graduating from Nekoma?”

You nodded. Kentarō tapped his knuckles against his cheek.

“Wished you told me sooner.”

You blinked at him wearily. “You’re not mad?”

He shook his head then turned away. You grew quiet for a moment. He took it as his chance to butt in.

“So, you like me?”

“It’s all in the letter.”

“I want to hear you say it.”

You looked away. Your hands were clammy, and the air felt ten times hotter. The word you used was stronger, much stronger than he anticipated. It made his cheeks burn and a smile threatened to pull at his lips. He wanted to hear it come to life.

“I love you, Kentarō.”

It sounded sweet, almost tooth-rotting sweet. Kentarō chewed the inside of his cheek. He liked you, he really did. He just wasn’t sure if it was the right moment to say it. Would there be a right moment? After this week, you’d be in Tokyo in another school—a rival school, to make matters worse. He wanted his words to hold weight, and in that moment, they didn’t. Not as much as he wished.

“If you don’t feel the same, I understand.”

“I do.”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the bell cut you off. Kentarō hoisted himself from the ground then held his hand out. His palm was rough under yours, but his touch was gentle. Once you got to your feet, you let go, but he kept his pinky locked with yours.

Friday arrived quickly. Sadness filled the air as you said your goodbyes, thanking your classmates and teachers for the short, but pleasant year. After school, the team led you to the gym with your eyes covered. The boys’ gym was decorated with a banner and a table with food. There was even a cake, the word Seijoh iced and crossed out on top. You let out a hearty laugh before inviting the boys to dig in.

“Of course,” said Oikawa. “I paid for it.”

On one side, Mattsun smeared frosting over Hanamaki’s cheek. On the other, Oikawa tried to spoon-feed Iwaizumi only to be smacked on the head. You sat on the floor next to Kentarō and looked around with a big smile. His thumb reached out to wipe a dollop of frosting from the corner of your mouth. The phrase, “Time flies when you’re having fun,” held up its end of the bargain. When you looked outside, the sun had begun to set.

You thanked your friends, took one last photo, and managed to hold in your tears until your walk home. You promised to visit and to cheer them on at nationals, even if you were on Nekoma’s side. They laughed, waved with sad smiles, then watched you leave.

Kentarō caught up with you a third of the way home. His hand slipped into yours, a habit he recently picked up. It wouldn’t last much longer. You stopped a few houses down from yours. You didn’t want to let go, not yet.

You learned many things this year. One, life wasn’t fair. It never was. Two, people weren’t as shitty as you thought, proven in your new friendships. Three, seeing Kentarō cry made your heart ache in a way you never wanted to feel again. His head fell against your shoulder with a hard thump, tears soaking through the uniform you’d wear for the last time. You rubbed his back and pressed your lips to the top of his head.

“Stay,” he pleaded.

“I wish I could.”

“Please don’t go.”

“I have to.”

Kentarō looked up through his watery lashes. Your lips connected. Who initiated it was a mystery. His kiss was slow but fervent. You leaned in, deepening it until you swore your teeth clashed. Kentarō’s hands rested on your hips, yours on the nape of his neck. His kisses were magnetizing, drawing you closer with each movement. You broke apart for air, foreheads pressed together. He still had tears in his eyes, and so did you. You stayed like that for a bit, wrapped in each other’s arms until you knew you had to let go.

“Call me everyday, please,” he whispered.

“I promise. I swear on my life.”

You kissed him again.

“Goodbye, Kentarō. I love you.”

“Goodbye, (Y/N). I’ll be waiting.”

“So will I.”

Kentarō didn’t say it, but he didn’t have to. You knew he loved you, proven by his daily text messages and calls thereafter. Even if it only lasted a couple of seconds, you never missed a day. Sometimes, you heard his teammates' voices in the background. The audio would become crackly before a new voice replaced your boyfriend’s: Mattsun, Yahaba, Oikawa, and even Iwaizumi.

Boyfriend. The fact made your stomach fill with butterflies. Kentarō was yours, and you were his.

It’d been months since you last saw him in person. You finished your second-year at Nekoma, a school that welcomed you with open arms. You met lots of people, found new friends, but the boys from Seijoh never left your mind. The picture you took hung on the wall of your new bedroom, a space you were still getting used to. Summer vacation was here, and you promised to come home to Miyagi for a week or two. On the train, you checked your phone to see how many kilometers were left. Just a few more minutes.

When it came to a halt, you burst from your seat, duffle bag in tow. You sent Kentarō a text, only to be face-to-face with him the moment the doors opened. You leapt into his arms, knocking him back a few steps. His chin rested on your shoulder as you hugged, swaying side to side.

“I missed you so much, Ken.”

“Missed you, too.”

Your fingers clasped around his, resting perfectly in the dips between his knuckles. Hopefully, he hadn’t dropped his habit. The months you were apart flew by, but they were also the longest you had ever witnessed. Seeing Kentarō for the first time in a while felt like a breath of cool, fresh air.

You tugged on his wrist, ready to head to town. He stayed put.

“What is it?”

“I love you.”

He grinned shyly at you. Kentarō brought color into your dull life, your source of noise in the thick silence. The summer wouldn’t forever, and you had another year left to endure. But as long as he was there, even kilometers away, you’d get through it together.

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diorsbrando · 2 years

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♯ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔!

❛ published works coming soon!

( ღ ) headcanons —

types of kinks they would have | pet names ft. shiratorizawa | pet names, part 2 ft. nekoma | doing tiktoks! ft. karasuno |

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( ϟ ) drabbles/oneshots —

fresh out the shower ft. h. iwazumi | woof woof ft. k. kyoutani | i can be a better boyfriend than him ft. t. kuroo | love me back ft. i. mattsukawa |

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iwaasfairy · 4 years

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aoba johsai, one darling

.word count. 2.7k

.warnings. yandere, polyamory, swearing, degrading, manipulation, some explicit mentions, threats, dubcon-ish? .author’s note. some headcanons right now since i’m not great writing yanderes yet! i hope you enjoy it though, and hopefully i’ll be able to write full fics for our favorite obsessive boys some time soon. characters are all aged up, they are first-, second and third years in college!

↦ The instigator is most likely Hanamaki. You could be their new manager or a particularly enthusiastic part of the cheer squad, the point is they notice you. The type of overwhelming warmth and energy you bring to the team is refreshing, since you care about encouraging every single one of them just as much as their fan-favorite Captain.

↦ So while Iwa is most likely the one to bring you up in casual locker room conversation, Hanamaki is the one who makes it his mission to return that affection.

↦ Makki is charming and kind, so it’s no wonder you’re glad to spend time talking to the handsome man a class up. He takes time between classes to come see you, chatting about anything and everything.

↦ About your dedication to the team, about how glad everyone is to see you cheering them on during their matches. About how much they’d love to have you at practice. You might even let slip that they’ve been your favorite team since the start of high school and he has the most genuine smile when he thanks you for that too. He’s just so kind, so thoughtful.

↦ After a while he suggests that you could skip class once to come watch them practice, and you say yes without hesitating. He introduces you to the team like you were always part of it to begin with, and really, it sure feels like it. They’re so inclusive.

↦ When they make a scoring spike, you’re the first who gets a double high five. When someone receives the ball from barreling toward you, you’re sent a wink or a knowing smile. Everyone gathers around you to discuss tactics, and when you go to fill the water bottles you’re always accompanied by one of the members. They invite you to their club meetings too, and because they are so good to you, it’s hard to say no.

↦ The more pressing things come in slowly too, so slow that at first you don’t even question it. You’re put in the team group chat. And when you miss a practice, your phone is blown up with messages of your absence, good reason or not. “We can’t practice without our good luck charm here.” “Are you okay?” “When are you coming? Running late?”

↦ You best answer within the next ten minutes if you don’t want another barrage of questions. They give you your own jersey and if you don’t wear it, everyone is pouting through the whole practice. So you make sure to be on time, make sure to bring them snacks, make sure to wear the member jersey even if you’re not one.

↦ You feel like the team’s best friend and you’re more than happy to support them like you have been for years, even if leaves no time for other clubs or personal hobbies. It’s like they say, volleyball requires a lot of sacrifices. You can make a few too, right?

↦ The third years are the driving force. Though Oikawa is more focussed on keeping everyone on track than he is on you during practice, he’s also the first to take the physical touch further. He’ll drag you to stand with him as everyone warms up, making comments to his team while resting his chin on your head and looping his arms around your waist.

↦ The touches you’ve grown so used to become more loaded, more possessive. Makki is always lacing his fingers with yours, pulling you into hugs. Iwa drags you into his lap when sitting on the bench. Even Mattsun makes an effort to connect with you in ways he never did before, adjusting your ponytail or brushing dust off your pants.

↦ Of course you notice the changes in behaviour, but it only feels like a natural progression. So when the Captain takes you into the locker room where the others are changing to press gentle kisses to your cheeks as a ‘thank you’, you’re hardly surprised. Neither is anyone there.

↦ In a way it feels nice to receive attention back when you’ve been giving so much of it to them for so long. They make you feel important, drowning you in attention and team spirit. Because you’re needed, they appreciate you all so much. But make no mistake, if you were to deny their wishes, there will be hell to pay.

↦ It’s nearing ten pm when Kunimi spots a text from another boy during his stretches and of course, he’s quick to bring it up with the Captain. Clear communication makes a team great, after all. When you return from emptying their bottles, ready to tuck in for the night everyone is already waiting for you.

↦ You’re chewed out by Oikawa for your behaviour, but he doesn’t shout or scream. He doesn’t even raise his voice. It’s the guilt that he drags up that breaks you.

↦ “We’ve been working to get to nationals without rest, as a team. All of us want to have more free time, but we all realize that some things are more important than that. There’s no room in a team for selfishness. Haven’t we been good to you? We trusted you.”

↦ You tear up when you apologize, feeling shameful and gross even though you haven’t done anything wrong. And Yahaba dries your tears with his sleeve and clicks his tongue to let you know of his disapproval, but your apology is accepted when you sob and swear that you never meant to hurt anyone. That you were wrong. You were selfish. That you still want to be part of the team, and to please, please forgive you.

↦ That’s when Iwaizumi and his calm, comforting tone come and Makki starts petting your hair to calm you down. “It’s going to be alright, now. Just don’t do it again, alright?” Iwa says.

↦ “I don’t like scolding you. But we had to,” Oikawa coos after a while, kneeling beside you to let you bury your face in his waist, “because we care too much. You belong to us. To us alone, no one else.”

Oikawa

↦ In your ‘relationship’, Tooru is the one most pressed to keep everything a team action. You’re theirs, equally. So be sure that if he’s kissing you, there’s someone else holding your hands or marking your neck. If he’s laid in your lap, you’re talking to another teammate and are having your hair played with. And if one member takes something for themselves, you best be sure he’s going to require the same from every other man.

↦ He’s in love with you, but even more so the idea of a shared darling. He can kiss and hold and love you all he wants, but when he’s not feeling the best there’s someone that’ll pick up the slack, and it’s comforting.

↦ He’s also the most vocal about his possession. Doesn’t care if people take his threats as jokes, as long as he can keep you as theirs and only theirs. Attention sent your way is always equally your fault as it is the other person’s. If you’re more loyal to him, to them, you’d find a way to get out of the situation.

↦ If he’s really mad, be prepared to be barraged with insults. Not that he doesn’t love everything about you, because he does. But when you cry, they can comfort you and make it better, and playing the bad guy sadly falls under the Captain’s role, doesn’t it?

... “If that cafeteria boy asks for your help one more time, I’ll poke his eyes out. Understood, darling? Or is that what you want? You want us to make clear who owns you again, don’t you?” ... “You are ours, even when you act like a coy, little bitch and think we won’t notice. Don’t cry about it either, that makes you look ugly.” ... “You might be a cute pet, but next time I’ll make you lick our sweat off as a punishment for being late. Yes, all of us.”

Iwaizumi

↦ Iwaizumi is not vocal about his thoughts at all. In fact, if you weren’t in the middle of it, even you wouldn’t believe him to be obsessed. He doesn’t follow you around like a lost puppy dog and respects your independence enough to allow you some wants of your own, desires that sadly get claimed by the other boys anyway.

↦ He’s good at hiding his feelings though. Iwa is one who most requires ‘sacrifices’ of you. Be it your personal time, your freedom or your body, it’s all his. You need to have no visible hickeys for a job interview, at least let him spank your ass until you’re sore. You have a new class to follow, at least let him put a collar on you so that everyone knows you’re taken. And he hates admitting it to himself, but there’s nothing prettier than your grateful relief when he can steal you away from the team for a few moments to spend time with him instead. At least he feels guilty about it, right?

↦ In that vein, his punishments are pretty mild. He doesn’t like sharing some of the intimate things with his members, but he also knows that you don’t have a choice, and is realistic about it. He doesn’t request you to hold his hand in public like some of the others, doesn’t kiss you at matches or order you around much. But if you’re in the locker room alone? He’s on you within seconds, and you best believe he’s not going to let anyone take that from him. Not even you.

... “My pretty girl, they’ve been hounding you for hours now, huh? Come, let’s take a walk. Iwa-senpai can make it stop.” ... “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe from the world. Nothing at all. Just say the word and consider it done.” ... “Don’t cry, sweet cheeks. I just want a few kisses. Ah, my hold on your wrists is too tight? Sorry, sorry. I get too excited.”

Hanamaki

↦ Makki is the most physical in his affection. It’s no wonder that everyone on campus is so confused about your relation status, when he’s basically attached to your skin in some way or another. Having his hand on your butt, leading you around by the hand, back hugs, lazy, long drags of his lips against yours, pda galore. Nothing is too much. If you’d let him, he would probably make you grind on him in the middle of campus, calling out his name like a prayer.

↦ He doesn’t care that you give the others attention, as long as he’s getting love himself. Tons of it. Some days he’s extra clingy and no matter what you say he will not be further than a few feet from you at most. And you best not pull away from his kisses then, or it’ll just get worse. Even when you beg and whine to leave you alone just half an hour. Especially then. You’re in distress and he’s going to take it away, totally missing the fact that his presence just might be what is causing it.

↦ He’d do anything to keep you out of harm’s way, treating you like a child unaware of the world. You’re just so sweet, innocent, untainted. He can’t help himself wanting to keep you safe. And keep you safe he does. Doesn’t matter if you like it or not, someone’s gotta do it.

↦ If you ever cut yourself opening a can, it’ll be the last time you open one yourself. You twist your precious feet once in your favorite shoes, you’re lucky that the others talk him down from breaking your ankle himself so you can stay seated. It’s not that he’s oblivious that would cause you pain, but he’s doing it for your own good.

... “You do understand I’m not letting you out with that dress, right angel? Don’t you know what happens to kind, pretty girls like you out there? Take it off. And don’t act like a brat, or you’re not going to class at all.” ... “You’re so small and good, I want to protect you. Keep you safe. How about I go to the bathroom with you, huh? You never know what strangers might find you there.” ... “It’s not a punishment, sweet thing. I’m just going to break one finger, so that you don’t have to even take notes in class! Which one do you prefer? Don’t cry now, it’s for your own good.”

Matsukawa

↦ Mattsun isn’t much into the whole ‘protective’ thing. He thinks Hajime and Takahiro are overprotective at best. But if that’s what makes them happy, it’s not his place to meddle. He’s just glad to provide for you, in return for some of your affection. That’s what love is to him, accepting who you are and adoring you despite it.

↦ And he’s sickeningly affectionate most days. Little things that you just want to do on your own become his sole possession. After all, if he can’t do all of these things how will you even know he loves you.

↦ Cleaning your face when you’ve barely awoken. Taking off your makeup just before you fall asleep. He dissolves your meds in a glass of water and sits on your bed until you drink it all, even when you cry and huff that you don’t need it. You don’t want it. He brushes out your hair, clips your nails. Checks your messages for you, decides your meal and feeds you with little airplanes until your tummy is full. He brushes your teeth.

↦ Doesn’t matter that you don’t want to be treated like ‘an actual child’ (you’re so dramatic but it’s so cute). It’s love. That, and fucking you until you’re babbling out his name.

Yahaba

↦ Yahaba is mostly there for the amazing sex, though he does like showing you off to other teams from time to time. It’s during matches then, that he is most attentive of you. He just likes kissing your neck and watching you flush red as the other teams whisper about you. The meaner the rumors, the better. That way their pretty girl will feel all the more loved around them when they urge you to forget them with each stroke of their fingers, each word of praise, each present.

↦ He loves having you over in his dorm for ‘special hugs’ from time to time, when he’s feeling clingy. You best look as into his cuddles as he is into giving them, or he’ll get vocal with his insults. Like Oikawa, it’s not that he doesn’t care. He cares about you so much! Calling you names is just much less embarrassing than actually saying out loud how much you mean to him.

↦ He also likes making you do little sexual things in public because you just look too cute blushing and begging to quit it. If he tells you to suck on his fingers like it’s his cock in the middle of class, just don’t be surprised.

Kindaichi & Kunimi

↦ The first years Kindaichi and Kunimi have to take your leftover attention when they can get it. It’s mostly during team meetings then, that they have to grab hold of you and share you between them, marking up your neck like desperate puppy dogs while the third years are trying to make game preparations.

↦ Incidentally, they are often the reason that the meetings get derailed just a tad. Because as soon as you start whimpering at their touches, everyone in the room is instantly distracted.

↦ They don’t have the time to be punishing either. If they don’t make you cum, someone else will. If Kunimi were to give you the silent treatment, you’d instead be cooed at and coddled by Issei. It is what it is.

↦ If they’re lucky they can at least convince the captain to let you sleep over in their shared dorm once every other week. You take what you can get.

Kyoutani

↦ The one not here for any of their bullshit is of course Kyoutani. He already doesn’t respect Oikawa, and now he’s making you a team effort? Well. Doing the opposite of what he wants is basically a divine order for Taro.

↦ At this point, everyone already knows that if you’re not back from the toilet within the next two minutes, Kentaro has most likely pulled you into a hallway to fuck you until you’re sobbing with pleasure.

↦ And when you get back, you already know that you will be the one punished by the brunet and that only makes Taro respect the man even less, thus creating an endless cycle. But at least he always tells you how pretty you are when you’re crying for his touch.

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Fin. Thank you so much for reading till the end! I really liked writing this, it gave me a lot of fun ideas for ficlets or maybe even full oneshots. Either way, if any of you want to chat about yandere haikyuu, my asks are always open and waiting!! And... I will most likely do smut hcs for this group because i, as a person, just need it to live. liddle lady being fucked by eight clingy boys is always a fun ride :)

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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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Every Season - Kyoutani x Reader

Pairing: Kyoutani x f!Reader

Summary: Kyoutani finally introduces Y/n to the team. When they all comment on how he got such a sweet and innocent girlfriend, Kyoutani lets out a snort. A cute and funny getting together story of different kisses throughout the years and seasons.

Genre and Tropes: Cute childhood friends fluff!

Words: 2,218

This is for the July HQWN monthly prompt event. I'm using the International Kissing Day prompt.

Author's Notes: This is a match-up story for an anon. Thanks to @kingkags for beta reading the first half of the story. :)

To anon, I don't think I captured your personality very well because I only write PG. loll. I tried to keep the main aspects of your description, so I hope you still like it. >.<

*****

“I still can’t believe that’s Mad Dog’s girlfriend.”

There were crackles from the meat cooking at the neighbouring table. Y/n lit the barbeque for their own table as she welcomed them. The entire team was curious to see what sort of girl Kyoutani was dating so Yahaba and Watari decided on her family's restaurant when they organized a graduation party for the third years.

Y/n smiled at the boys, “What would you like to order?”

The large bow in her hair bounced as she nodded, taking their orders. After she went through the list she wrote, confirming their preferences, she pushed up her round glasses with her knuckles before she left to process the order.

After Oikawa finished gawking at her, he turned to Kyoutani and asked, “How the heck did you end up with such a sweet and innocent girlfriend?”

Kyoutani, just when he was about to sip his drink, let out a snort instead. They were lucky. If the drink was in his mouth, it would have ended up in their faces.

*****

A tiny young girl stood in front of Kyoutani in the living room of her house. “Kyoutani, this is Y/n,” her mother introduced her to the five-year-old boy.

Y/n gave him a sweet smile and waved at him. “It’s nice to meet you, Kyo-chan.” The black bow in her hair slightly shifted as she gave him a small polite nod.

Kyoutani jumped back a couple of feet, clutching his mom’s shirt once he was at her side. He gave a low growl as he glared at her. He had a feeling he should be weary of her.

“Ooo,” Y/n cooed. “Can we keep him?” she asked her mom, giggling.

“What?”

“He’s so cute!” Y/n told her. “He’s like a puppy!”

“He’s not a dog!” Y/n’s mom scolded her.

Kyoutani continued to scowl at Y/n. When his mom left his side, he tensed up, and retreated to the far side of a couch. He gritted his teeth and sat with all fours on a cushion, not allowing his eyes to leave Y/n’s even as their mothers walked out of the room.

Y/n ran to her well-worn toy box and stuck her head in. After she searched through it, she told him, “Look, Kyo-chan!” She held up a bright red leaf. “I have one for you too!” she said, revealing a second one. She continued to share about how she picked them up a few days ago when she marvelled at the trees turning into various shades of reds, yellows, and oranges.

Kyoutani, with his hands still tense, inched closer towards Y/n. Once beside her, he took the leaf from her hand. Staring at the intricate veins on the red leaf, he noted that it was whole and not bent or damaged. His eyes grew as he stared in awe, his scowl finally disappearing and his eyebrows relaxed.

“It’s pretty—,” he started to say. But just as he tilted his head up to look at Y/n, her face was right in front of his. And then she stole a kiss from him.

She giggled.

Kyoutani jumped back, cheeks red and ears flaring. Seeing his reaction, Y/n fell on the floor laughing.

Clenching his teeth, he knew he should have trusted his instincts and shouldn’t have let his guard down. He wouldn’t be tricked again.

“Mommy! Kyo-chan bit me!”

*****

“It’s your turn,” Kyoutani told Y/n with a smirk. He was one pair of cards ahead of her in their game of Go Fish, but she didn't give up yet.

Y/n’s mom was watching the two kids play through the opened sliding door to their backyard. A cool spring breeze would sometimes enter the kitchen as she prepared some kimchi for a future meal. She could see the two sitting on an outdoor mat as they continued taking turns removing a card from the other’s hand.

Now at eight-years-old, Kyoutani would often be at Y/n’s house whenever his parents needed a babysitter. He still didn’t exactly like Y/n, but he didn’t have much of a choice.

At first he wouldn’t even talk to her. He would sit at the couch, cautious of Y/n’s every move, waiting for his parents to come back. But Y/n’s parents were kind to him. They noticed Kyoutani’s discomfort so sometimes her dad would take him out of the house. Some days it would be for ice cream. Other days they’d grab a burger. He even brought Kyoutani to a volleyball game once. But over this past year, Kyoutani finally got along with Y/n - or at least enough to get through a couple of games.

Kyoutani eyed at the two cards in Y/n’s hand, wearing his perpetual scowl. He licked his lips just before he grabbed a card from Y/n. He placed his pair of cards on the mat with a smirk. He won.

“You cheated!” Y/n accused him. Kyoutani rolled his eyes, accustomed with Y/n’s inability to lose. “I demand a rematch!”

“Hmph,” Kyoutani crossed his arms, scowling as he looked away.

Y/n’s mom sighed and shook her head. “When are they finally going to get along,” she commented to herself.

“We do get along!” Y/n told her mom. As if to prove her point, she quickly leaned towards Kyoutani to give him a peck on his cheek.

He flinched and shuffled away from Y/n, grimacing at her gesture. She laughed at his reaction as usual.

“What did I tell you about kissing Kyoutani!” her mom scolded her. “You’re torturing the poor boy!”

“But I only kissed his cheek this time!”

As Y/n continued to argue with her mom, Kyoutani attempted to scratch the cooties off his cheek, unaware of the red hue on his face.

*****

Kyoutani got out of bed after hearing pebbles tapping his bedroom window. He pushed the curtains open to see Y/n below, standing in front of his house. After nearly seven years of knowing her, she still does things that he could never predict. He groaned as he watched her breathe into her palms and rub them together. There was no snow on the ground, yet it was cold enough to see her breath. Y/n wore earmuffs which matched the signature black bow in her hair.

When he let her in, she threw off her scarf and earmuffs, letting out a big yawn before curling up on his living room couch.

“Why are you here when you're so tired?” Kyoutani asked her.

“I stayed up last night to finish up that history project with Kimiko,” she replied, not quite answering his question. “I shouldn’t have paired up with her,” she laughed. “She thought I was smart because I worked hard. But I thought she was smart because she hung out with the smart kids.”

Kyoutani smirked, taking a seat at her feet as she lay on the couch.

“Turns out we both share a brain cell,” she giggled. “Kimiko is fun but she’s too much of a clown. We get so distracted when we’re together. I don't know if we'll get an A." She groaned. "Remind me to never do a project with her again.”

“Never do a project with her again,” Kyoutani plainly told her with a smirk.

Y/n rolled her eyes and then jabbed his side with her toes. Kyoutani jerked away from her feet and shoved them away.

Y/n sat up beside him and hugged her legs. She turned to look at him and said, “Don’t you wish we were in the same class so we could study together?”

Kyoutani feigned disgust at the thought.

“Hm?” she prodded as she batted her eyes at him. When she leaned in closer to him, pretending to kiss him, Kyoutani pushed her face away with his whole palm. She pouted, then got up to finally open the paper gift bag she brought with her.

“I have something for you.” She pulled out her notebook, pieces of coloured paper peeking out of the edges. She stood in front of him, revealing the notebook’s cover. Y/n had pasted together a picture of the two of them with the words “Happy 12th birthday” written underneath in her handwriting.

Kyoutani blinked a couple of times, not knowing what to say. His shoulders relaxed, still staring at the scrapbook.

“I know it’s still a few hours until your birthday, but I didn’t want to miss it—”

Kyoutani wrapped his arms around her. He felt her tense up before she started to pat his head.

Kyoutani had a rough day. He heard his teammates talking behind his back again. He didn't care to be their friends, but he at least longed for a team where he felt like he was wanted.

Y/n kissed his hair and hugged his head. Kyoutani sighed, deciding this was enough for now. He could be a lone wolf with volleyball knowing he didn't have to be one with her.

*****

Textbooks, pens and notebooks covered the kitchen table. Y/n dropped her head on her notes, exhausted from studying.

“I’m just going to close my eyes for a bit,” she told Kyoutani. “Wake me up if I actually fall asleep.”

“Why don’t you just go home?” he replied as he scrunched his brows, still glaring at the words in his textbook.

“Because I'll fail the test tomorrow.”

Kyoutani glanced at Y/n, her necklace catching his eye. Its pendant dangled as she stirred with her eyes still closed.

“Where’s your uniform's bow?”

“I threw it out.”

“What?”

“I know,” she yawned. “But it doesn't match this bow,” she said, pointing to her hair. “And I like this necklace.”

“Whatever.” Kyoutani didn’t bother. He knew the teachers would let her get away with it anyway. Even if they asked about her modification, she would just claim she lost it.

Kyoutani checked his phone. It was July 6, one of the days Y/n used as an excuse to flirt with him. He frowned, knowing that lately, he wasn't the only person she teased.

They entered high school that year. With new faces, students were eager to get to know each other. Some looked to make new friends while others searched for dating potentials. So there was one guy who made a pass on Y/n, and as they got to know each other, Y/n started to tease and flirt with him too.

Whenever Kyoutani saw them together, he shoved the guy aside and took Y/n with him. Y/n would prod him, asking if he was jealous. He denied it every time. He knew she wasn't serious when she flirted. She just liked getting a reaction.

Like with him.

He sighed at his unrequited feelings, pondering the pointlessness of them. It was pathetic. Gazing at Y/n shut eyelids, he wondered if he should put his feelings to rest too.

“I’m awake!” Y/n exclaimed, popping her head up and causing Kyoutani to flinch. He relaxed when she plopped her head back on the table. She turned to Kyoutani, staring at him. Kyoutani blinked a few times, wondering if she was going to say something. She did.

“Kyo-chan, you’re so pretty.”

Kyoutani rolled his eyes, knowing she was in her loopy mode and definitely too sleepy. “You should go home now.”

“Noooo~ I don’t want to.”

He rubbed his head, not knowing what to do with her. “Ugh, just go already,” he complained, grabbing her arm.

“But I want to stay with you,” she replied. He scoffed, shoving her arm back to her, before she continued. “I love you, Kyo-chan.”

Kyoutani choked up a bit. Did she really mean that? He studied her eyes, realizing she was serious. But his doubts still lingered, hesitant to reply.

He went for it. He didn't care anymore. He took this opening, hoping to keep his feelings alive and awake.

So he swooped in to give her a deep kiss, finally releasing the months - no, probably years - of longing for her. And she returned it.

After they broke apart, she commented with a smirk, "Did you remember it was international kissing day?"

"No, I forgot," he lied, going for another kiss.

*****

"I can't believe Yahaba got sick and missed this," whispered Oikawa.

"Yeah," Iwaizumi replied with a smirk. "He was the one who was curious about her the most."

Kyoutani watched Y/n as she came back to their table. She took the seat beside him and snuggled up against him when he placed his arm around her. She puckered her lips, asking for a kiss. Kyoutani gave a snort and rolled his eyes. But upon seeing her frown, he decided to give her a peck anyway.

"Ewww...," Hanamaki teased them.

"PDA! PDA!" Matsukawa chanted.

Kyoutani glared at them while Y/n giggled at his reaction like usual.

*****

Bonus/ Preview

Their team's manager fidgeted at the table, glancing at her wrist after scanning the restaurant. "Kindaichi," she whispered, nudging him. "Where's Kunimi?"

"He said his mom needed him for something."

"Oh," was all that came out of her lips. It seemed like she would have to wait until the new school year to see him again.

*****

Author's Notes:

I hope you liked it. :) I can't believe I was able to make a cute story for Kyoutani. lollll.

Also, their team manager is Y/n from WWYTF SMAU (completed) and Kimiko is Y/n from my Yahaba fic. Now a bunch of my fics are in the same world because I thought it would be fun. lol! (FYI, that wasn't the real reason why Kunimi wasn't there.)

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Matchup request description from anonymous: (For the longest time, I didn't know what to do with this. lol. I'm sorry I took so long to write this.)

Hi ^^ I like your writing and saw you were taking match up requests. I'm a small korean girl under 5ft. I have black wavy hair that is barely above my shoulders but I tie it back half up half down style with a black bow uwu. I also have wispy bangs with a round face and a small nose. I have round circle glasses that fall down cause of my small nose. In my spare time I do art. I usually paint, scrapbook, and edit. If I'm with friends I play card games but I get kinda competitive 💫

💫When I get comfortable with someone I start to become more of myself. In school I work really hard so people assume I'm smart. I also watch my words so people think I'm sweet and innocent. That's the complete opposite with my friends. I tend to flirt with them so I end up saying sexual things. And I won't hesitate to put my friends in pain by speaking uwu. With my 0 braincells I decided I would do anything almost anything for the aesthetic. Breaking dress code is one of them. 💫

Taglist: @dorkyama @the-black-birb @hqprotectionsquad @nagichi-kenma @moonaaluna @muffins-puffins (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

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