#semi x y/n

[imisssummer]

𖤐 — nsfw, vaginal fingering, rings, hand kink,,, (also not sure if he actually plays guitar, sooo i just assumed)

“How many fingers do you think I can fit?” Semi smirks wide and proud at his question, two long thick fingers already wedged deep in your pussy, the rings decorating both his digits cold and ridged as they rub scarily good along your tight walls. And you can’t say you’ve never thought it yourself, you’ve always thought Eita’s hands have been nice after all. His palms were rough and calloused from years of volleyball, and with fingers so very skilled and experienced from strumming guitar strings— so really how many fingers could he fit in your cunt? “Hm, baby? Tell me to add another.” He says, slowing the pace of his fingers and making you whine out softly, “yeah, another— please.” With how wet you’re getting you think he might be able to fit his whole fist in you soon enough. He slips another digit in along with the others easily, cold wet metals clashing together grossly inside you, and making your thighs tense momentarily. He pumps the three fingers slowly till there wet enough to have a smooth fast pace, adding a fourth finger he repeats his actions, and you're nearly cumming just by the overstimulation alone, but you're done for when he spits on your clit too smoothly glide his other fingers over the sensitive area. Trying to catch your high faster and harder you thrust your hips flush with Semi’s hand. He tsk’s feeling you clench around his fingers, he bets you’ll be too sensitive for him to fuck you, and hopes ur up to getting on your knees to suck him off.

masterlist

#semi smut #hq smut #haikyuu smut #semi eita smut #semi x reader #semi x you #semi x y/n #hq x reader #haikyu x you #haikyu x reader

[win-writes]

♡₊˚.彡 ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴄʜᴇᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴀɴᴋ

『✎⋯ shiratorizawa boys 』

『♡ ⋯ gender netural reader 』

#win; writes #shiratorizawa #shiratorizawa x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima x y/n #ushijima x reader #tendou satori #tendou x reader #tendou x you #tendou x y/n #semi eita #semi x reader #semi x you #semi x y/n #shirabu kenjirou #shirabu x reader #goshiki tsutomu #goshiki x reader #goshiki x y/n #kawanishi taichi #kawanishi x reader #yamagata hayato #yamagata x reader #reon ohira #reon x reader #taichi my beloved

[fabraies]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ THE PERFECT PAIR

ꔛ ⋆⁺ +.ﾟmusic store worker! fem! reader x semi eita, just fluff fluff fluff, i came up with this on a whim after getting asked out by my crush so this is why it’s so sweet without a single hint of angst. I am in love your honor

Ding!

The sound makes you whip your head in the direction of the shop entrance at the speed of light; after all, it’s not everyday someone actually steps into your shop.

The soon-to-be-client (you hope, at least), catches your eye after having stood in front of the vinyl section of the store, analysing the albums for around five minutes. You walk over, and as you do so, the handsome stranger is quick to let you know what he weaved you over for: “hey, I was just wondering if this one is still for sale?” He points to a colourful orange album, “there isn’t a price tag on it, so…”

You don’t let him think this for long and take this as an opportunity to showcase your business major skills. 

“No, no, it is for sale. It’s new, and one of the only items we had to restock, so.. pretty popular.” 

Turns out your so called business major skills are actually sort of lacking, especially in front of your intimidatingly handsome client. Your hands fumble with each other, unsure of what to do, before he clears his throat. 

“Great. That’s good to know, but um.. The price ?” 

You could die of embarrassment. You try to answer as straightfowardly as possile, as to avoid making this conversation any more awkward, but your mouth moves faster than your brain and you ramble again. 

“The price! Right, oh my god, I totally forgot I’m so sorry, uh, it doesn’t have a tag on, so I’ll just, um,” You scurry over to the back and manage a little ‘I’ll be back in a minute’ before you disappear behind the orange curtains. 

You come back a few moments later, to find the mysterious young man squatting down, checking out the vinyls. 

“We have some more upstairs if you’re interested.” 

At the sound of your voice, he noticeably jumps, hitting the top of his head on the upper shelf in the process. The scene makes you giggle, although you will admit it is hard to get up from that corner without missing the wood piece; you had experienced it many time already yourself. 

“No, it’s fine, I’ll just,” He hisses, and holds his throbbing head in his hand. “The guitar ?” He asks again. 

“659$.” 

You congratulate yourself on the curt, straightforward answer, until the expression slowly taking over your client’s face makes you cut your inner festivities short. 

“I’m sorry. It’s an intermediate guitar, so, these usually end up between 500 and 900$. It’s already a pretty nice deal you have here because this is one is on the lower side of said range, but if you really can’t, the beginner guitars are way less-” 

“I’m not a beginner,” Your interlocutor smiles at your genuine attempt to console him. “but thanks. I’ll be back.” 

Just like that, the door hits the entrance bells again, this time to signal that the student left.

You feel stupid for feeling disappointed. Nothing would come out of this encounter, but once again, your delusional tendencies got the best of you. Besides, his looks were a dead giveaway that he was probably swarmed by girls everytime he entered campus. What were the chances for him to choose you out of all the girls that would throw themselves at his feet? 

Only a while later, on your way to close down the store do you notice the little piece of paper that stuck out between the vinyls, just where the gray haired man had been squatting earlier today. Your grab it out of curiosity, only to find a bunch of numbers written down hastily.

Realization hits you; it’s a phone number. You try your best to decipher the numbers when the store’s landline phone starts ringing. 

You jog over to the phone a to not make the person on the other side of the line wait. 

“Hello ?” 

A voice you thought you would never hear again answers, and you wonder what you did for the universe to be so kind to you. 

“Hey, uh, I just wanted to make sure you found my number on the vinyls shelf? And that you could read it. Cause you’re cute and, Valentine’s is coming up..”

#semi x reader #semi eita #semi x y/n #semi eita x reader #semi eita x you #semi eita fluff #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x yn #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu drabble #semi eita drabble #this was supposed to be for Valentine’s Day too but I forgot to post it

[kitasgloves]

"Medicine"

event masterlist

— ♬ "And how can I refuse? Yeah, you rid me of the blues"

— ♬ Semi x Reader, timeskip, SFW, fluff, gen reader, friends to lovers, musician! Semi, sickfic, no beta

In a cloudy-eyed world, Semi Eita searches for clarity. He's searching for something to bring fresh oxygen back to his lungs, something to make him feel alive, just something that will get rid of this sickness he has of heartbreak. Romance wasn't always a winning game for Semi having experienced heartbreak for most of his life. He has felt it in various ways but it often ended up with him feeling tethered and torn or permanently stuck in an endless cycle of having a sick day. He couldn't get up and remain in bed with the desire to rot. With no energy, no motivation, or inspiration. Semi wouldn't feel his limbs as he exposed himself to self-sabotage.

And then you ripped the air out of his lungs while giving it back. It scared Semi in the beginning because the truth was he always fell quickly and hard. He's afraid that you won't catch him or you'll leave him hanging, possibly also scarred and in a worse state than before. However, you proved him wrong. God, he always wanted you to prove him wrong. That you wouldn't do any of that to him. To see you in a crowd whenever he sang with his band, to feel your eyes focus on him whenever he played his guitar, to smell your perfume when you sat next to him after the show, to hear your laugh every time he said something funny, and to taste what it feels like to be alive. Semi craved it all.

Your first encounter with him was at your friend's birthday party, he was invited with his band to perform and you just happened to be brave enough to strike up a conversation after the party. You told him nice things, innocent compliments about his talent in music and his taste in fashion that he secretly takes seriously. You came across as sincere that it was hard for Semi to turn you down when you asked for his number.

"I'll see ya around, Semi"

"...You too, [Name]"

The two of you exchanged text messages and occasionally had phone calls until the dead of night. It was so easy for him to connect with you, he's convinced that his soul fits well with yours. But you felt so close yet so far. Semi knows it's inevitable not to fall for you, not when you look at him with those glimmering eyes. It was hard not to look back at you as if you held the keys to the universe's secrets. However, Semi was too caught up in his last heartbreak to shoot his shot, he didn't want to rush into things knowing he was not prepared yet. And in tandem with this, he needed to leave.

"Why are you leaving?"

You pouted at him on your front porch drinking cola during the summer heat. Semi explained that he and his band wanted to sign a record label overseas in hopes it would boost their career as a band. You hummed in understatement, Semi was forever grateful for how understanding you were.

"I might...I might never come back"

"Oh. You want to live there?"

"I wanted to give it a try"

There was silence as Semi wondered if he was doing the right thing. You sip on your drink and watch the children play across the street. Semi finds it hard to say bye, even in the state of him and you. If you ever ask him to not go, how can he refuse? You rid him of the blues, ever since you came into his life.

"When are you leaving?"

"A week from now"

"Well in the case..."

You finished your cola with one gulp and grinned at him. Semi could never know what's going on in that pretty head of yours, but he knows he'll do anything you ask.

"Let's make the most of this week, right Eita?"

It sounded like a promise and Semi was willing to hang on to it. His week became eventful with you dragging him wherever you went. From hiking to stargazing, from road trips to sleepovers, from concerts to picnics, you never gave him a rest and he enjoyed it. All because he got to spend his remaining days with you before he leaves. Tonight, the two of you went bowling and now Semi is teaching you how to play guitar in his room.

"Now, just move your finger up a bit...there! You got it!"

"Just watch, Eita. I'll be better than you! 'm coming for your career!"

You joked and playfully strummed his guitar. Semi couldn't help it when he reached forward to fix your hair out of your eyes. You went still, gazing at him as if awestruck and he could already feel his face heating up. He clears his throat.

"Let's clean up and get to bed, I'm feeling kinda tired"

Both of you brushed your teeth and changed into your sleeping clothes. Semi took the futon while you occupied his bed, something you two argued days ago for almost an hour before ultimately deciding through rock-paper-scissors. As he closed his eyes that evening, he smiled, believing that this was the happiest moment in his life.

That morning, Semi wakes up feeling groggy and his body heavy. He groans when his head begins to spin, and he feels nauseous too. He sees your face and looks down at him with concern about your features.

"Are you okay, Eita?"

"I feel...hot"

"Damn, I think you got a fever"

You say when you brought your hand against his forehead, he huffs. You walk away to fetch a damp towel to place against his forehead. You help him get comfortable as you drape a blanket over his warm figure.

"Rest up. I'm gonna make you some soup and get you some medicine"

"Thanks"

You smile at him and patted his shoulder. Semi can feel his heart swell at how caring you were. He felt a bit bummed out because it was his last day with you before he leaves tomorrow, he wanted to spend today outside doing god knows what, not having you take care of him. He hopes he gets well before his flight tomorrow. But as you return with homemade soup and medicine for his fever, Semi thinks he'll have a speedy recovery.

Hours later Semi can feel his head spinning and growing hazy. Damn, this was one hell of a fever. But you made sure you were within his reach when he needed anything. God, his heart never felt so full, he couldn't name anyone else who was willing to take care of him when he got sick. As you go over to check on him again and bring him lunch, Semi loses his self-control.

"I...I wanna marry you"

You freeze when you unpack his food, your head whips towards Semi when he blurts those words out. He looks at you, softly. You gulped as you waited for a punchline or some excuse, when the silence was prolonged, you began to panic.

"What did you say, Eita?"

"Said I...I adore you"

That was not what he said but he made you feel the same thing. Your heart skipped beats, crossing your fingers hoping he'd take it back. Or not. But Semi doesn't crack a smile and keeps looking at you like he's never gonna let you go. Semi knows it's too late, he could explain that it was his fever talking. Yet after seeing your reaction, he refrains from elaborating further. Semi finds it sad that's all he has to say and bye-bye, once he leaves the country. You opiate his hazy mind that he becomes impulsive.

"Eita?"

"...Yeah?"

"You know, I like you, right?"

"Of course"

"I like you more than that"

"Oh"

"More than friends"

"Oh"

You looked precious all flustered and timid that he wanted to hold you forever. This could all be a fever dream, but Semi was proven otherwise when you inch closer to him to intertwine your fingers with him. His heart jumps, unable to believe his eyes. He sharply inhales.

"[Name]..."

"I want to be yours, Eita"

"But I'm leaving-"

"I don't care. I love you and I want to make this work"

If he wasn't sick right now, Semi would've picked you up in his arms and spun you around. But what you said made him regain some strength to lean forward and kiss your cheek. You let out an adorable giggle that makes his internal organs feel like mush.

"Sit, I probably shouldn't have kissed you. You might catch a fever too"

"It's fine, I don't mind. Just rest up so you'll be well before you leave tomorrow"

"You're serious about what you said?"

"Of course, ya dingus!"

"Man, I think I feel better already"

"So, my confession got rid of your fever?"

"No, it's you, my darling. Because you're my medicine"

Your face goes red and he chuckles. Call him crazy but he thinks he doesn't want to leave tomorrow, maybe he should just call off everything so he could stay here with you. Semi didn't want to be apart from you, his medicine.

©kitasgloves (do not steal or copy)

#— ♬ ©kitasgloves #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fic #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #semi eita #semi eita x reader #semi eita x you #semi x reader #semi x you #semi x y/n #Spotify

[blucassiopeia]

Liar

"A prelude spin-off for an upcoming fic"

warnings: afab!reader, angst, comfort, hot violent semi, singer!reader

A Semi Eita x reader one shot or maybe not one shot

a/n: nervous about my first one shot.. criticisms will be accepted. it'll make me improve my works.

Semi groaned at the start of his day, smashing his eagle-designed alarm clock at his night table. He thought it was stupid for his highschool volleyball teammates to have a matching alarm clock that's so annoyingly loud every morning. He glared at it as he made his way to his bath.

It's a start of an another stressful dayーmorphed to a normal one because of the repetitive occurences. Brief sched meetings, interviews, band practices, photoshoots, recordings and repeat. But not on weekends though. On weekends, he can say that he can breathe even though he's basked in his popularity and non-existent privacy.

There's no remorse with this kind of life whatsoever. It's his way to cope up, to keep him busy, to drive himself away from his thoughts of her. A woman that's not you.

You saw her for the first time when Semi's management had to contact you for a very special event you're going to perform with him. You thought it was a recording or a mini event on malls, anything was on mind but a wedding.

"A wedding?"

You remembered how he stared at you with tired eyes, drumming his pen on the table in front of his slouching figure. He hummed a minute after and closed his eyes, massaged his temples and brows.

"Look, I really need to perform a song. I need it to be perfect. And I need a counterpart, and a co-singer for the... event." He made the last word sound so bitter in his tongue.

Semi is known is the music industry for his talentsーthough he has a band second to being also a singer-songwriter, and he has you for a fan. It's a secret you swear to God no one shall know because you're kinda shy and awestruck right now. He's also known as a friendly and approachable one in front of the cams, but so cold and distant off-cam. Workaholic.

"But why me?"

"The management picked you. Ask them. So..? Will you or will you not?"

You scowled at his tone. He shall ask you nicely. But, offers like this wouldn't come by often and it'll be a boost in your career if you'll do it with Semi, so the next day,¹ you started practicing with him in his studio.

Semi's songs are often emotional, and if you knew better, he's addressing it to someone special. But you never imagined him and his eyes glazing over at this particular song you've been practicing now for two days.

"I'm sorry. Can we have a break?"

His voice close to hitching, he's gulping so hard and can't seem to focus his eyes. He exited his studio and went somewhere else inside this condo of his, and you were met with silence. You sighed and looked around.

Pictures were scattered in his corkboard, you were drawn onto it. Volleyball. His teammates. Training camps. College. Trips. A golden-haired girl. More of it. More of her.

Slices of Semi's life in front of you. What a pleasure to be here.

You continued the practices with him steeling his resolve to finish the songs without having to take breaks in between. The wedding is nearing and he had prepared everything for you. All you have left to do is to be with him, stay by his side throughout the length of the event and sing with him.

You have seen pro-volleyball players in the venue, and a lot more familiar faces from his friends. The newly-wedded couple was gorgeous and loving, until you realized that the girl in Semi's pictures were the same as the one in front of you.

"Semi-saaan! Is she your date?" Her eyes full of amazement and excitement dunned over Semi that's having a hand on your waist, you felt it froze and gripped.

"Hm. Isn't that obvious? I can't attend some event like this without a date." Liar.

"Oi! Semi! Invite me in your wedding too, okay?" The groom spoke in between his conversation with the other men in his side.

"Of course!" That smile he flashes are fake. Liar.

The first dance of the wedded couple is on and this is the time where you and Semi had to the work you've been practicing on. The rhythm starts and throughout those songs, all you see is a heartbroken Semi in front of his mic, gazing at the bride. It's showinv in his voice that you had to hold his hand to get his attention. He tried to give you eye contact but it's unsuccessful. His gazes always flying back to where his heart is.

"Tsukishima Ran, am I going to call you now with his surname? You're still ugly." Laughs were all over the venue when he said that, few hoots and cheers on their high school friends.

"I just wanna say one thing coz I don't wanna make this long. Man, I know you'll make her happy so I'm just gonna ask you not to leave her. Cherish her more each passing day. It'll be easy for you, it's in your vows. And please, let me hang out with your kids in the future, I'm gonna teach them how to be like me. Bestest wishes to the both of you and more poops in the future." Laughs erupted again as Semi passed the mic on the emcee.

The rest of the night were worse, you watching Semi that's watching the bride from afar. You had to say something. "Why didn't you?"

"It's not in the agreement to talk about my life, Y/n." You shivered at his cold tone and never dared to speak again till the end of the event.

And it was the last time you had sang with Semi, or even talked with him. Whenever you find yourselves in the same room, he avoids you with all his might.

You had listened to his every song you have 3 favorites now, you picked his interest in volleyball, even watched league matches live, and swinging by his condo, just to be shut out by him. You were worried for him. You knew he needs someone to talk to, someone to share his problems and dilemmas with. You. He needs you.

You're in love with the broken Semi Eita.

And he's oblivious to that fact. He walked out of his condo just to find another goodies placed in his doorway inside a basket. He huffs and brought it inside with the others and started his routine again. He has to keep moving to be preoccupied. He has to be so tired that when he comes home later that night, he'll just plop to his bed and straight to sleep, not having space for unnecessary thoughts.

It was already a year and the woman he love already gave birth to twins. She's still as beautiful as the day he met her, still as radiant and adorable. He wanted to visit her and her kids, but he has to be kind to himself and heal first before showing up.

Like that'll help, he thought.

Whenever he sees you in his space, whenever, he'll be reminded of that day he gave up taking chances on the love of his life. Whenever he sees you, he's smacked by the fact that he'll never move on from her. Whenever he sees you, he'll feel how broken he is. You bring him pain, and he's avoiding you because of that.

"Leave me alone. I don't need to see you every fucking time. I don't want to see you after this. Please. Get away from me." He said one time when he found you again in his door, bringing your usual goodies.

"Liar."

That word sent a sharp pain to Semi as he stared at you, jaw dropped.

"You have been lying to yourself since that wedding, Semi Eita. When will you stop?"

He can't comprehend your words, faltered by his shock and disbelief, and anger arising. He felt his blood boil and dragged you inside and closed the door. You saw how his condo changed from the last time you've been here. Your eyes stopped wondering at the punch he gave to the door behind you.

"Who do you think you are to say those words to me? What do you know about me? You know nothing. Stop pestering me and get the hell out of my life!"

"Liar." Why did you drag me in, then? You wanted to say that. But not now that his eyes were blazing, but you can't back down. There's still that something in him that magnetizes you, something..

"Stop calling me a liar! You don't know what I've been through so stop calling me that!"

"Stop lying, then!" You snapped back at him. Both of you were breathing heavy, his breath fanning in your face.

The tension was stagnant for a while, you're not daring to back down from his hateful glares. He was growling, you're sure if you're not a girl you would be across his genkan by now because of his anger.

That was just cut off by his phone ringing. He slammed the door once and went straight to his living room to talk to the caller. That was your chance to breathe. Fuck, he was so close.

"Ran?" He paused and shuts his eyes close, throat bobbing. "Yea, I almost forgot, it's Saturday. I'm sorry. Gonna be there in 15." His voice was hoarse when he spoke. "Hm, I'm okay. Yes.ーyes."

Then he dropped the call and went straight to youーno, to the door behind you to open it, ignoring your presence. You don't wanna be locked out alone in his condo so you immediately slithered your way out before he closes the door. He groaned and left you, yet you followed him.

You know you'll follow him anywhere.

He was so fucked out when you followed him even to Ran's house. The moment you stepped out of your own carーto which was not your plan because you planned on riding his car forcefullyーhe managed to get a hold of your elbow and gripped it tight sending you shots of pain you whimpered.

"I told you to stay away from me, Y/n! Why did you follow me all the way here!?"

"You'll be putting yourself in danger."

He blinked once and you felt his grip loosened for a second. There was a swift wave of falter on his raged expression.

"For the last time, PLEASE stay away from me! Stop following me around! I don't want you near me! PLEASE!"

"Not a chance, Semi. If you can't fix yourself, then I will do it myself. You're not getting rid of me coz I'm not gonna give up until you take that fucking mask off your face!"

That day you stormed inside a house uninvited, Semi knew it was impossible to push you away. That day when you talked with Ran that you'll be with him babysitting her kids, Semi regretted he dragged you to his world. That day you squealed upon gazing at the twins, he knew he was doomed. That day when he saw you carrying one of the twins he's supposed to be babysitting, for a brief second, he wanted to be true to himself. Not to Ran, but to you.

Sugawara Koshi | Kuroo Tetsurou | Akaashi Keiji | Sakusa Kiyoomi | Kageyama Tobio | Oikawa Tooru

Reblogs and interactions are appreciated. Theories will be entertained. Cassie 2023.

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[lovely-renard]

Giving gift to your boyfriend is something you should do at any given time, and not only because it's his birthday or because he did well at his job lately. At least that's what you think. That's why, randomly during the month, you stop by the flower shop near your appartement to get him some, as a way to show your love for him.

You always take time to pick up new flowers and bouquet each time and you also try to learn the meanings behind the plants, as a way to make it even more special and personnal. When you come home, bouquet hiding behind your back, you make your boyfriend closes his eyes before putting your gift on his lap. And that's when the fun begins. Because, even if it's not the first time you give him flowers, he still blushes like a teenager and fumble with his words. His cheeks turns a deep shade of pink, his smile is wobbly and he looks at the bouquet like it's the most beautiful and important thing in the world. He handle it with care, searching for a vase that could fit them. It's funny to see a big-grown ass man being so mushy over a simple thing such as flowers but it also melts your heart to see how your efforts seems to please him.

He takes it upon him to offer you a bigger bouquet, as a payback and because your reactions are as cute if not even more than his (also because he lives to spoil you but that's another thing).

-> Akaashi, Osamu, Iwaizumi, Kuroo, Bokuto, Kageyama, Semi

#akaashi x reader #akaashi x y/n #osamu x reader #osamu x y/n #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi x y/n #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #bokuto x reader #bokuto x y/n #kageyama x reader #kageyama x y/n #semi x reader #semi x y/n #haikyu fluff #haikyu drabble #haikyu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyu x y/n

[tender-rosiey]

Can i req semi, oikawa and daichi receiving a bouquet of flowers as an apology from their s/o after a fight

“LILY OF THE VALLEY”

— oikawa, daichi and semi getting you apology flowers

ᴀ/ɴ: I want a bouquet of flowers :(

OIKAWA TOORU:

“I just want you to see things from my perspective; is that too hard?!” you scream out for like millionth time today, and your throat already feels very hoarse.

oikawa wasn’t backing down either, “I am a professional player, y/n; if I slack for one moment then I would be switched out the next!”

you take a deep breath, maybe this was being blown way too out of proportion, “tooru, you are their starting setter.”

“THAT DOESN’T MEAN THAT I CAN’T GET SWITCHED!” he counters.

you slam the table, fed up, “IT ALSO DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU CAN FORGET ABOUT EVERYTHING ELSE AROUND YOU!”

your chests are both heaving. the room is suffocating, and you can’t stand being in it for even another moment.

you stride to your coat and oikawa is alarmed, “y-y/n, wh-what are you…?” his eyes follow your every movement and he desperately reaches for your wrist but you pull away.

“I am going out.”

that’s the last thing you say before you slam the front door, and oikawa’s knees buckle to the ground as he lets out a sob, what if this was the end? what if you are not coming back?

he shakily stands up, looking around him. the apartment feels so empty, quiet and his heart aches.

the silence is killing him.

his eyes land on the table where the both of you would usually dine, the room would be full of laughter and teasing, to him that was the highlight of his day, being able to see you smile and laugh and now he has driven you away.

but still, maybe you will come back? with that possibility in mind, he decides to do better.

an hour has passed and you finally open the door; you went on a much needed walk to clear your mind. perhaps you can talk things out in a calmer manner now.

you don’t expect the sight you are met with: a fancy looking dinner, dimly lit room with candles, your favorite dessert, and your husband clutching a bouquet of flowers and looking very tense as he examines it.

however, he smiles, a genuine one when he sees your figure, “welcome home, I…” he looks at the ground before offering the bouquet in his hand, “I am so sorry for everything I said.”

you take the bouquet, gently stroking the petals and the light fidgeting of oikawa’s fingers doesn’t go unnoticed. you put the bouquet to the side and he panics, “do you not like it?”

you don’t reply, instead you separate his hands and hold them in your own, “tooru, when I speak about things like this, it’s because I care about you. sometimes, we do things assuming that they will help us develop,” you take a breath, “but they end up doing the opposite and you have seen me go down that road and its dead end, didn’t you?”

he nods weakly, and tears start falling from his eyes when your hand touches his cheek, stroking it as you continue talking, “self-destruction is horrible, tooru; it isn’t something I want you to go through because I love you.”

“I love you more,” he chokes out, “ and I am sorry,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I really am, and I swear to you that I will do better.”

“they better not be just words,” you sigh and he looks at you.

“you know that I don’t break my promises.”

you smile helplessly, “yeah, I prepared some milkbread,” you have never seen someone’s eyes light up as quickly.

SEMI EITA:

“y/n, for the last time, I am just asking you to be a little responsible and think a bit before you act, is that too much?”

you cross your arms, “you make it sound like I am a reckless troublemaker, eita,” huffing, you turn around, “well not everyone can play the same tune as yourself.”

he stands up abruptly from his seat, “I can’t be the only one who makes compromises!”

“are you disregarding everything I have done for you?!” you shout, shocked and annoyed.

he scowls, “don’t go pinning this on me.”

“well don’t overlook my efforts!” you retort.

“I CAN’T OVERLOOK SOMETHING THAT DOESN’T EXIST!”

realization dawns on him as he sees the tears prickling in your eyes; he looks down, biting his lip before excusing himself, with that, he leaves out of the front door.

you cover your mouth, a feeble attempt to hold back your cries. you are tired, so tired and despite the storm of emotions going inside of you right now, you want to sleep.

even if it has been proven impossible without your husband by your side.

you close your eyes once you get to bed, the only thing on your mind is if your husband will come back to you or will this loneliness be your companion in his stead.

the moment your eyes flutter open again is when you hear the creaking of the door. you rise from the bed, softly calling his name, “…eita?”

your vision finally focuses and you see your husband holding a bouquet of flowers, a look of guilt painted on his features.

he walks to you, half-kneeling on the ground as he presents the bouquet with his face to the ground, “I am sorry…so sorry.”

you take the bouquet from his hand, setting it aside and instead lifting his chin, “no need to be so stiff,” you make him stand up and straighten his back, “I am your spouse.”

“plus!” you continue as his gaze is fixated on you once again, “I made my own short comings as well so I should also be saying sorry.”

his hand is raised by your own as you place a soft kiss on the back of it, “I am sorry, eita.”

the man in front of you turns a bright shade of red, seemingly unable to form a response so quickly he gives you his back, “yeah yeah.”

“did I make you mad?” you ask cautiously but he knows that you are going to tease him and you do, “semi semi! are you mad?”

he sighs with a smile as you keep repeating the nickname. after all the years you have spent together, it would be shameful of him not to know you and your antics.

SAWAMURA DAICHI:

the fight has been going on for a while and the both of you were visibly tired, so your husband sighs, “let’s just go to bed.”

“but—“

“it’s better if we talk it out tomorrow; we are clearly not reaching a solution at the moment,” he retreats to the bedroom but halts at the door, “are you coming or…?”

you huff, turning your face away from him and he quietly enters the room. he closes his eyes in relief when he feels the bed dip, at least you are still beside him.

the next morning you wake up, your husband is not beside you.

the bed was empty per usual.

you didn’t have the luxury to relish the morning with your strong officer of a husband. it was one of the things that sparked the fight of yesterday, hence why you think that your concerns will be dismissed as his schedule isn’t something he can exactly control.

you hope that he would at least try, try to spend time with you. you are thankful for how understanding he is and how he tries to reason but if the problem didn’t arise then he wouldn’t have had to put with anything of that sort.

you, dejectedly, open the door to your living room and see a card with a breakfast waiting to be heated on the table.

curiously, you take it in your hand and start reading.

sorry for yesterday, gorgeous. I made you breakfast today, hopefully what sugawara taught me will come in handy. I know you are probably still mad about yesterday, don’t worry; we will talk about it again today.

i love you so much, don’t forget it

sincerely, your husband, daichi

despite your heavy heart, a small smile appears, and you hope that when he comes back, a proper discussion with actually effective results will happen.

for some reason, today, he returns earlier than usual but doesn’t open the door, instead opting to ring the doorbell.

you take off your gloves and get out of the kitchen, heading to the door. you slowly open it and you are met with your husband whose cheeks are painted a soft red hue with a sheepish smile gracing his lips.

“hey,” he greets before taking off his hat and bowing to you, “officer daichi, reporting for duty.”

a bouquet is revealed from his back as he hands it to you, “I heard you had a flower delivery; I hope you like…it?”

you gaze at the bouquet in your hand in silence which makes your husband slowly start fidgeting with his fingers, “honey…?”

“thank you…” you mumble and he combs his hair back, laughing lightly.

“it’s nothing really; it’s the least I can do,” he pauses for a moment, “can I go in?”

“oh my god right!” you step aside and he laughs again as he enters and takes his shoes off.

a smile is still on his face as he moves towards you and his hands rest on your hips, “I am home.”

you hum, wrapping you arms around his neck, “we still need to talk that over though,” and he simply nods, happy to be in your arms once again.

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DATING HEADCANONS

Featuring: Koushi Sugawara, Kageyama tobio, Semi Eita, Miya Atsumu, Miya Osamu.

Pairings: Character x gn!reader

Warnings: none

Note: hopefully will be back to posting consistently 😭

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1. Koushi Sugawara:

Took you to a pottery class just as an excuse to make smthg for you.

Ends up making one together with you.

Would've learned all about pottery just so he can examine it to you.

Males some of the cutest puns and loves to see you laugh

Makes a few dirty jokes and presents the stuff he made to you <3

2. Kageyama tobio:

Your date isn't complete without a volleyball match.

He'll get you all the snacks you want so that you can watch the match like a movie.

He gets excited over the smallest gestures you make and it shows when his ears turn red.

Gets you to meet the players by the benches after the match~

Finishes the date by taking you to the icecream shop 😋

3. Semi Eita

Semi Semi loves music and would find some of the best concerts to go to.

He'd get some booze in plastic bottles.

His hands are always on your hips while dancing and yours around his neck.

He loves make out "passionately" during the romantic songs.

You both fall asleep in the car and go back home the next day because why not?

4. Miya Atsumu

Are we surprised that atsumu likes to take you to the club?

He loves to take you out all dressed up and looking hot just so he can say he won.

It's always a competition of who has the best tolerance that ends up in both of you wasted in one corner.

You both wasted equals to some steamy stuff in the car followed by a night to get yall sobered up.

The next day yall sleep in and just cuddle away.

5. Miya Osamu

Dates with Osamu are one of a kind because you know you're going to eat something new each time.

Whenever you try on clothes he's always waiting for you to show it off so he can tell you which outfit to pick like "mhmm, this is good." "Maybe try a different one, sweetheart."

He puts so much effort in the lunch he packs for work.

He puts a note (sometimes may be good, sometimes may be sexual), decorates you bento and just makes all your co-workers jealous to have a boyfriend like him.

Osamu would often tell you he'd rather have you work and that he'll be a househusband- (imagine house-husband Osamu XD)

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[nanaminokanojo]

Still and All

CHAPTER COUNT: 1/1 CHARACTERS: Semi Eita X You | Haikyuu Characters (mentions) WORD COUNT: 4,900+ GENRE: fluff | romance | aged-up characters | oneshot CONTENT WARNING: profanity | strong/mature language | alcohol use | smut MDNI SPOILERS: n/a

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Four Seasons. Same room. Same Time. I'll be waiting. -E

Those words practically tattooed themselves over your eyes as you read the message for the umpteenth time that month. It has always been the same message sent to you through text, repeatedly done so, sometimes twice or thrice a day until said "same time" would come to pass. Well, that's because you have disabled Eita from calling you.

You received a knowing look from your secretary who was sitting beside you in the backseat of the car. More or less, she already knew what was going on with how you were sighing repeatedly while looking at your phone. There wasn't exactly anything you did not tell her, and she knew your rather negative disposition stemming from what transpired exactly a month ago in Monaco.

"I speak now as your friend, Y/N," Kiyoko, your henchman in every sense of the word, spoke, shedding off the formal tone she used when addressing you as her employer. "Go and see Eita. I am starting to worry for the both of you."

You arched a brow at her. She was aware as to your choice not to see him again at least until things cooled down. He wasn't exactly someone you could avoid for the rest of your life, not when you moved in the same social circles, and definitely not when your families are virtually inseparable.

"He's your best friend," she droned on.

"Yes, until I ruined things beyond repair and he had to break his engagement off because of me," you snapped, going for the offense, not really wanting her to win the argument. You hated how she was always right, and god knows why she kept up with your utter stupidity when it comes to your feelings.

"Because she was cheating on him!" Kiyoko fired back, assuming her persona as your older sister from another mother. "It wasn't because of you. It was already happening before you even came into the picture."

You didn't know what was worse: you seeming to have broken up Eita's relationship with his fiancée or you appearing to have shrewdly swooped down at the first opportunity like a vulture to carcass, all because of your festering feelings for him even before you both entered university.

A strangled scoff elicited from your mouth. “Cheating on Eita? Mika?”

“Yes.”

“That’s impossible. She adores Eita.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

You could feel your head swelling to twice its size at the thought of it. You didn’t know how you would feel about the whole matter, torn between relief from the thought of Eita not getting married the following year after all, and that of anger when it dawned to you that your dearest friend was being made a fool by anybody regardless of their identity.

"And you knew this for how long?"

“A week before you arrived.” Kiyoko took your hand in hers. "Y/N, I've known you long enough to know when you're trying to suppress your feelings even if they're right just so others can be happy. I know you well enough to know that you have been in love with him for the longest time, exactly why you couldn't accept Ushijima Wakatoshi's suits no matter how fond you are of him."

You knew the rest of the story. It was second nature to your secretary to investigate when she feels like something wasn't right even without authorization from anyone. Yes, even if it meant bypassing you or going against your orders when she feels like acting to your best interests. Kiyoko was efficient, and quite frankly, terrifying, like that.

"With whom?" you asked. “With whom is Mika cheating on Eita?”

"A Daisho Suguru. New money, apparently, but a good man nonetheless."

You were surprised at her observations but you knew better than to doubt it. If there was anyone with a good eye for character, it was Shimizu Kiyoko, and if she says that man who was taking Eita’s fiancée from him was a good man, then you would believe it without question.

She exhaled loudly, her raven locks swaying with her movement. "In all fairness to Miss Yamaka, it wasn't intentional and she didn't plan to hurt Eita, but sometimes things are just the way they are. It was love at first sight, and although I am not inclined to believe in such things, I saw it myself. There just isn’t a spark between her and Eita which equates to fireworks with that man."

"Eita still got hurt," you couldn’t help but say, becoming fiercely protective. While you never hated his fiancée, you didn’t particularly have a forgiving character, not when the most important person in your life was the receiving end of anything negative. Despite yourself, you would always, always come to his defense.

"He wants you, Y/N. His betrothal being called off isn't hurting him half as much as you distancing yourself from him is. Like I said, things are just the way they are."

"Me, giving in to my baser instincts and sleeping with him when he was supposedly vulnerable is not just because things are the way they are, as you’ve put it, Kiyoko."

"You've been absent from his life for three years, hiding away in Monte Carlo. And did your feelings change?"

"I wasn't hiding!"

"Sure, except that he appears in your life again, just two weeks in, and yet you are head-over-heels for him again no matter how many times you deny it." She rolled her eyes at you when you attempted to protest. "Eita needs you right now more than ever."

"That's just adding fuel to the fire." You meant the words to be dismissive, but Kiyoko wasn't having any of it.

The car had stopped, you noticed long after it has. Just then, she opened the door and stepped out, holding it open. She eyed you sternly, cocking her head and motioning for you to get out of the vehicle. Your face contorted into a frown and your heart started palpitating when you saw the very hotel Eita was referring to in his messages right in front of you

"Come now, Y/N. Think of it as the universe conspiring against you and your bullheadedness." She reached towards you and pulled you out, making you almost stumble on the pavement.

You were rather appalled that she called you bullheaded, but that was the least of your concerns. You shook your head, feeling your hands go clammy. "No."

She took you by the shoulders and shook you slightly. "You're here anyway. Just talk to him. Stop ruining yourselves and give yourself the liberty to have what you want for once."

There was no arguing your way out of it, and knowing Kiyoko, she would wait in the parking lot just to make sure you didn't bolt. Nodding in resignation, you straightened your clothes and stretched your hand out towards her. "My things, Secretary Shimizu." You addressed her in such a way to spite her, but she ended up flashing you a triumphant smile instead.

She handed you your purse, grinning. "Have fun, President YL/N."

You blew a raspberry. "Yeah. Who works for who?" Shaking your head, you entered the lobby, the sound of your heels changing as you stepped into the marble floor making your heart stop momentarily, but you had to conceal that by acknowledging the concierge who came to meet you.

"Miss YL/N," he greeted enthusiastically. "Have you come to see Mr. Semi?" His demeanor changed at the mention of Eita’s name, no doubt wondering why the hell the man, although known to be a regular patron, was staying for way too long at the hotel.

You nodded and he led you towards the private lift that led to the penthouse. It was always the same place that it was almost reserved for the two of you since you started that tradition of retreating to said room when you felt like getting away from everyone but didn't have the luxury of time to go elsewhere. In that suite, you have created a world of your own, the place holding precious memories and the walls silent listeners to your happiness and woes, silent witnesses to your complex bond with that ash-blonde male you’ve known almost all your life.

The moment you disembarked from the elevator, you were tempted to go back but the doors slid close with the concierge waving happily at you. Taking a deep breath, you walked through the short hallway which led to the main entrance to the suite, your hands trembling as your palm made contact with the brass doorknob.

You haven't really seen Eita since you left him the morning following your little interlude, the sobering realization that you just crossed the line with your supposed best friend, who was, to your knowledge, engaged at that time, making you flee from the scene as quickly as you could. So many things told you that you shouldn’t have done it with him, that you should have exercised prudence, but all is said and done, and there was no way you could change anything – not what happened, not the whole predicament that followed and definitely not your feelings.

You didn't really know why he still wanted to see you when you left him in the cold and avoided him at all costs. He had been consistently messaging you with the same thing every single day since he returned to the country shortly after you did, meaning to see you, already standing at your doorstep but refusing to see him, not knowing what to say or do once you were faced with the reality of it all. It wasn't all too different at present, standing but a few paces away from him on the other side of the door.

Before your resolve could crumble further, you pushed the door open and walked into the drawing room which was empty. With every ounce of courage left in your body, you roamed around in that confident gait you would carry yourself in as if you were surveying your domain as opposed to dreading the prospect of seeing the man you knew you were hurting all along. When you didn’t find him, you set your things on the couch, deciding to search for him after, but when you turned around, he was standing under the arch, leaning lazily against the side of the wall, cradling a glass half-filled with brandy, you surmised.

You took in his appearance, tracing every detail with your eyes and etching it in your brain. His hair was damp, his silvery locks falling over his intense eyes, sharp as they were cold, regarding you with caution while his sensuous mouth was fixed in that perpetual smirk. His black oxford shirt was not buttoned, hanging on his broad shoulders and revealing the expanse of the creamy alabaster skin of his chest and chiseled abdomen, while his dark jeans hung precariously low on his hips. He was a god, another being altogether, and yet he was also the boy you grew up with, the person you called your best friend and the man you fell in love with.

You regarded the glass in his hand, following it as he raised it to his lips which was curled contumeliously, taking a swig and then swallowing. The way his Adam's apple bobbed as he did so made your throat go dry. It had taken herculean effort to stop yourself from being attracted to him in the most sinful of ways, but it all crumbled once he gave you a taste of him, and having done so, you didn't know how you were able to go for a whole month without seeing him.

"It's the middle of the day," you commented casually, loosening the silk cravat that came with your suit, followed by the lace gloves which you've placed on the armrest of the settee. "Should you be drinking?"

At that, Eita threw his head back, chuckling. The sound came out with a bitter edge to it. "You leave me wordlessly after we fucked, you don't see me for a month even if I begged, and when you do, you comment on my drinking habits. Classic Y/N." He took another large gulp of the amber liquid as if to spite you.

You froze at his outward hostility. He has never treated you in such a way even at his worst moments. Your heart sank. It was your fault why he was acting that way but you weren't about to give him the upper hand entirely.

"Hmm. You insisted upon seeing me for this? Are you going to behave like a child and sulk or are we going to talk like proper adults?" you sniped.

He laughed darkly after finishing his drink, dropping the glass on the carpeted floor with a thud. He stalked towards you with a predatory hint to his movements while you stood your ground, eyes unrelenting on him despite being cornered. He was gorgeous as he was intimidating and you didn’t know which one to consider as he came closer.

"I wasn't the one who did not have the spine and maturity to stay and confront her feelings, Y/N. You ran away just like that. And you say I am sulking? I am way past sulking! I am broken, Y/N, and you did this to me."

"What was I to think?" he droned on, raising his voice. "You just left treating me as if I was one of those people you had a one-time thing with. But I am not like them, Y/N. What do you take me for?"

"What did you expect me to do?" you asked referring to the situation of his engagement which cancelation he has not told you about.

He closed the distance between the two of you in one long stride, towering over you as his eyes flashed in anger. "That you would set me apart for someone more important than anybody else you've had dalliance with! That you would consider how I would feel if you did that because I am your best friend and as such, maybe I was different." His voice cracked as tears filled his sable eyes. "That maybe you feel the same way as I do for the longest time."

As if on cue, your eyes felt hot as well and you could feel tears stinging your eyes but you blinked them back furiously. "You are different, Eita. I love you and you know that. You are my favorite person in the world, but just the same, let me return the question to you: what was I to think?"

"About what? Haven't I made myself clear that night? I wanted you and I have been in love with you for the longest time that it hurt when you expressed your gladness when I was engaged to Yamaka Mika!"

"That's exactly my problem! All this time I was thinking that I was the one who caused your engagement to be broken. I lost sleep over the idea that I ruined something good for you only to find out that it was long done just today. I stepped back because I wanted you to fix things with her, give it a chance to be fixed but you didn't tell me anything! You tell me I am your best friend but my secretary knew about the reason before I did. What the fuck was that about?"

"You would have known if you stayed long enough! I was meaning to tell you, but you always had that Ushijima Wakatoshi dangling about you beforehand, touching you freely as if… as if you belonged to him. I couldn't have that, Y/N, and when you came to me that night, I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to have you."

Taken aback at his observations about the other man where you were involved, you scowled at him. "He was not!"

“What is he to you?”

You made a face, offended that he would even ask. “A friend?”

“He likes you, doesn’t he?”

Your brows scrunched up. “Wakatoshi is the least of your worries, Eita.” You shrugged, suddenly feeling tired. “You…”

“What?”

“I’m sorry about Mika.”

Without a warning, Eita grabbed you, hooking his arm around your waist so you were flush against him, while with his free hand, he cupped the back of your head and secured you as he dipped his mouth onto yours with urgency and dominance that sent liquid fire coursing through your veins and making your ears ring as blood rushed up to your head at his touch. Once again, you found yourself melting into his touch as your lips melded, your breaths becoming one and his heat engulfing you.

Your hands found purchase on his chest, fisting his shirt. Opening up to him, you allowed his tongue to mingle with yours, his jaw flexing hard as he explored your wet cavern. Where his hands were warm against you, his tongue was hot, the remnants of alcohol mingling with mint making you dizzy with want.

"You've ruined me, Y/N," he whispered against your lips. "You have robbed me of sanity. You're the only woman I want. I don't care if Mika cheated on me, and maybe I should be sorry for saying this, but I am not. I only want to be with you. You can call me crazy, but that's just how I feel." He buried his face on the junction of your neck and shoulder, holding you tighter. "I love you so much. I can't live without you."

Eita was baring his soul to you, had done it that night and yet you didn't know what to do even if it was obvious what it was you should be doing. He had come clean, but what about you? The conviction in which he declared his adoration for you made it all the scarier for you to say anything in response, afraid you will disappoint him. You were never good with words and you were even worse at expressing your feelings.

"I wanted to die when you refused to see me…"

You wrapped your arms around him, soothing his back. It broke your heart to hear him saying such things. Eita had protected you for a long expanse of time, spanning from when you were children up until the time you left. It didn’t sit well with you that he felt that much pain and because of you at that. "I am so sorry. I didn't know."

He pulled away meeting your gaze, his deep dark eyes devouring your very being. "Say you feel the same." His hand tightened on your shoulder. "I need to hear it."

"I love you, too. I have for a long time," you said slowly, wringing your fingers. "When you got engaged, I thought I could just forget about how I feel…"

"Is that why you chose to work in Monaco?" He picked at a stray strand of hair on your neck.

You nodded in earnest. "But when you showed up six months later, I knew it did nothing to change anything, even when you seemed so happy with her, so I decided to stay there for as long as I did."

He hung his head low. "Why didn't you tell me? Up until my parents arranged the engagement, I was waiting for you to say something."

"And ruin our friendship if you didn't feel the same?"

"I thought I was being obvious since middle school and you were only blowing me off." Finally, he smiled, enhancing his already devastatingly handsome features, slender fingers tracing your lower lip, your jawline, down to the columns of your throat, making your breath hitch. His mere proximity made you reel out of rationality, but his touches, they always ignited something inside you. When he reached your collarbone, his eyes took a darker quality as he eyed you with hunger.

Eita trapped you against the backrest of the settee, hands settling on either side of your hips. “You haven’t the vaguest hint how happy I was when you kissed me back…how you’ve made me the luckiest man alive when you allowed me to stake my claim on you.” His finger ventured lower while he invaded your space. “How you’ve made me feel so alive and glad that I am.” He brushed his lips on your forehead, your temple, your jawline, his nose grazing onto the crook of your neck, punctuating it with butterfly kisses which made your toes curl in anticipation. “I’ve waited so long for you.”

Your heart swelled with so much happiness at his words. Although your mind was clouded with desire for the very man in front of you, you couldn’t help but smile in genuine joy and adoration for him sans the lust. You’ve felt the same, truth be told. Reaching up, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time, claiming his lips with yours with resolute passion, knowing that he was yours for the taking. He returned it with as much fervor if not more as his arms wrapped around you, ensnaring you in a possessive embrace.

His tongue delved into your mouth, sliding deliciously against yours, swirling as you felt like the room was spinning rapidly with the way he was making you feel like you were about to catch fire. Your hand pushed his shirt off his broad shoulders, sliding down to his taut chest while he momentarily let go of you to remove the offending garment without cutting the kiss. The moment his hands found your waist again, he molded your body against his, his stiff arousal pressing against your stomach as he pushed a thigh between your legs.

You were so preoccupied by the magic that he seemed to be conjuring with just his lips that you did not notice when his hands left your waist, drawing in a deep, shocked breath when you heard the sound of your silk blouse being torn apart, the pearls that served as its buttons scattering about on the carpeted floor. You pulled back slightly, your clothed breasts now exposed to him, making him lick his lips despite his confusion as to why you stopped kissing him.

“That’s a Diane Von Furstenberg blouse, Eita!” you chastised, evading him when he tried to kiss you again.

He growled, sweeping you off your feet and carrying you bridal style towards the bedroom, the ensuing smirked he sported making you weak all over. “I don’t care who designed it, Y/N. I want all of them off you.” He placed you on top of the bed, and without wasting another second, he hovered over you, resting his knees between your legs, nudging the apex of your thighs as he leaned down and asserted ownership of your lips again, hands skimming over your sides until he reached your breast, kneading. His sensuous mouth moved lower to your neck to your chest, removing your lace bra and tossing it somewhere behind him, his mouth immediately latching onto your hardened nipple while he toyed with the other one with his fingers.

Carding your fingers into his unruly yet silky hair, you pulled him even closer to you. He continued to shower attention to your breasts even as he unbuttoned and unzipped your slacks, pulling away as he pushed the garment down your legs, gently removing your white Louboutin pumps, grinning slyly at you as he carefully set them down the floor when you flashed him a warning look. Eita then planted his lips against your ankle, moving up your legs, the length of which he kissed, shifting to the other when he reached your thighs, his hand hooking underneath your knees to pull you closer towards him. He tore your lace panty off you harshly.

“Ei –” Your intended scolding was cut short by a sharp moan when he licked up your folds and inserted a digit into you, causing you to arch your back, your fingers tangling with the sheets.

“You were saying?” he asked with a chuckle before licking your nether lips again, your hips bucking upwards when he started sucking your sensitive nub while his fingers thrust inside you, their length reaching your sweet spot repeatedly until all you could think of was him pleasuring you, his ministrations making you see stars.

“Oh god…Eita…” you let out breathily, legs curling over his shoulders to draw him closer to you. “Right there.”

He hummed in response and curled his fingers inside you when he felt your walls clench around them. His tongue and lips lapped and sucked with more vigor and intensity, making you shudder as you reached your high, your juices dripping out into his tongue. He emerged from between your legs, lips glistening with your essence which he licked off with his tongue, eventually placing his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so good,” he said, bending down so he could kiss you again. He then started undoing the button of his jeans, shedding them and setting his cock free, hard and ready. Like the first time you had sex with him, it felt surreal when he finally slid into you, your moans mingling with one another when he reached deep inside of you.

He started to thrust, slowly then setting up a rhythm which had you writhing and panting. “Faster!” you cried out, “Ah…Oh Eita…Don’t stop.” Delicious keens and whines spilled out of your mouth, driving him to move faster to grant you your high which came with intensity that made you forget about everything else except for Eita who was stirring you alive and making you feel like you’re falling while seeing fireworks behind your eyelids.

With every time, he pushed deeper, broken syllables of your name came out in moans and grunts from him, his rhythm stuttering with every time you clenched around his pulsating manhood, pushing in and out.

“I’m yours, Y/N. Only yours,” he rasped before he laid claim over your lips again, and just with those words, you felt yourself reaching your climax again, making you cry out his name as your back momentarily lifted from the mattress. His thrusts started to become more frantic, making you a panting mess as he chased his high which came with one powerful push before you felt his warm seed filling you up, sending shivers down your spine as he spasmed on top of you. Finally, he collapsed on you, face buried in your hair, stilling his breath.

You, too, came down from your high, running your fingers on the hair at the base of his head as you stared up at the ceiling while he remained inside you. You were considering things now that everything seemed to have worked out for the best for the two of you. Gone was the dilemma of his engagement and how you feel for one another was clear.

“What now?” you asked him, causing him to rise slightly from you, resting his elbow on the mattress on either of your sides.

Eita grinned at you, brushing your hair away from your face before swooping down and planting kisses all over your face. Once again, he took possession of your lips, kissing you languidly as he rolled you both over so that you were on top of him.

“I guess we’re dating now,” he said, looking dazed when you pulled back. You immensely enjoyed that look on his face, happy that you affected him in such a way. “But do we really have to go through the whole dating thing? We’ve known each other for as long as we have and went through every single thing dating couples usually go through…”

Your brows furrowed and your heart started to race at the prospect of what he was saying. “What do you mean?”

Eita wrapped an arm around you, adjusting your position on him. “What do you say we skip it?”

“Skip dating?”

“Yeah.”

“And do what?”

He sat up, taking you with him, hand reaching towards the drawer of the nightstand where he took a black, velvet box before turning his eyes on you, intense and overflowing with earnestness and tenderness…and love. “People usually do this on one knee, but I guess it’s called for.” He glanced down at where you were still joined together and chuckled but he turned serious just as quickly.

Eita opened the box, showing you his mother’s ring, and heirloom passed down through generations in their family. You’ve seen it before adorning his mother’s hand and now he was presenting it to you in a not-so-grand but, just the same, meaningful gesture.

“Oh my god,” you gasped.

“I think it’s long overdue, but would you make me the happiest man alive by doing me the exceptional honor of being my wife?” He took the ring from its case, picking your hand up. “Marry me, Y/N.”

Tearing up, you threw your arms around him, wrapping him in a tight embrace. “I will.”

He pulled back, meeting your eyes with his which were shining as he smiled happily. “You will?” he said between laughter, chest reverberating against yours.

“I will. I’ll marry you, Eita.” You kissed him this time, smiling when you felt him go stiff inside you again. He slid the ring into your finger and you looked on in appreciation of the glistening diamond.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

And with that out of the way, he laid you back on the bed, souls and hearts entwined, both of you finally home in each other’s arms.

-end-

Thank you so much for reading. Likes, comments and reblogs are deeply appreciated! Hope you enjoyed it.

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[writingbymoonlight]

first dance

ft.: timeskip semi x reader

word count: ~ 1k words

a/n: one of my entries for @cup-of-fluff's a time to shine collab! my lovely fellow luna, thank you for allowing me to join <3

Wedding planning is not for the faint of heart.

Seemingly simple decisions are, in actuality, not that simple. Like choosing flowers. Because yes, flowers are pretty, but what combination of flowers are the most aesthetically pleasing and do they match the theme of your wedding? Also, developing a seating chart for the reception? Very headache inducing. I mean, do you put your fiancé’s high school volleyball teammates at the same table because they all know each other? Or is that a recipe for chaos?

At the very least, you had anticipated choosing a song for your first dance to be fun, but nope. This too, unfortunately, turned out to be a challenging decision.

During the early stages of wedding planning, you and Semi would excitedly pull up different songs on your phone and play them for each other. Then, when you began earnestly contemplating what song you would dance to, it suddenly felt like there was a mountain of choices to sift through. And whenever you two settled on one, after a few days, another song seemed like a better choice.

You didn’t think you were being unreasonable or over-dramatic about taking this decision so seriously because the song had to perfectly symbolize and encapsulate your relationship.

So, this is why you and Semi are currently spending your Saturday night sprawled across the cramped couch of your shared apartment, huddled together under warm quilted blankets. You are both absolutely determined that, by the end of the night, you’ll have definitively settled on a song. 

But so far, you haven’t had any luck. You’ve been suggesting and playing songs that have ranged from slow ballads to lively melodies, yet nothing has clicked. 

“Ughhh, this doesn’t feel right either!” you exclaim, a hint of irritation laced in your tone, as you press pause on one of your favorite covers of “Can’t Help Falling in Love”. As a sigh escapes from your lips, you drop your phone onto your lap and plop the side of your head onto Semi’s shoulder.

“Hey, we’ll find a song. Don’t get discouraged,” Semi assures, briefly casting you a sidelong glance with his brilliant brown eyes, before returning his attention to scrolling through his own playlists. You nudge your forehead against his shoulder and are immediately comforted by the familiar, soft fabric of his black hoodie and by the calming warmth radiating from his body.

“I’m trying not to get discouraged, it’s just that I expected this decision to be less difficult and I really want everything at our wedding to be perfect.”

Semi wordlessly throws a heavy arm around your shoulder pulling you closer to him. You gaze up at your fiancé and see his eyebrows knitted together pensively, as if he’s in deep concentration. You’re about to ask what’s occupying his thoughts when he hesitantly reveals, “I think I might know a song that could work for our first dance, but you’ve definitely never heard it before.”

“Really? What’s it called?”

“Hold on, I’ll play it for you right now,” Semi responds as he angles his body away from you, so there’s no way you can peek at his phone. This gesture puzzles you, but you have no time to ponder over the civil servant’s actions as the sound of acoustic guitar strings being strung begin emitting from his phone.

Semi is right: you haven’t heard this song before. However, there’s something about the melody that instantly grabs your attention and captures your heart as you silently listen. The song contains neither lyrics nor any other instruments aside from the aforementioned guitar. The simplicity of it does not take away from the song’s beauty, though. The guitar alone conveys an array of emotions. The beat is upbeat enough, but there’s also a dash of tenderness and sentimentality. 

Once the song is over, you remain quiet for a couple of seconds and, during this brief interlude, Semi studies you anxiously. 

Eventually, you meet Semi’s eyes and the corners of your lips quirk upwards as you say, “I love it. I think it would be perfect for our first dance.”

“You do?” your fiancé asks, his anxious expression morphing into one of unbridled glee. 

“I do!” you affirm, as you vigorously nod your head. “Now you really have to tell me what the name of the song is!” 

“Well, uhh…i-it actually doesn’t have a name,” Semi stutters as he nervously scratches the back of his head. “I wrote.”

“Seriously?! When?! How come you’ve never played it for me before?!” you cry out, nearly jumping off the sofa.

You didn't mean to bombard the former setter with several questions, but he normally played you every song that he and his band wrote, even the ones that never saw the light of day. Plus, Semi was one to tell you anything and everything. So, you can easily claim that your surprise at this moment is completely justified. 

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” he starts, his face flushing as he averts his eyes to the coffee table in front of you. “I actually wrote it after our first date. That night, after I dropped you off at home, I went back to my apartment and I couldn’t sleep because I couldn’t get you out of my head. The way you made me feel…it wasn’t unlike anything I’d felt before. So, I stayed up until 3 am, strumming some chords on my guitar and ended up creating this song. I then recorded it and forgot about it until now.” 

You cannot help, but openly gape at Semi as he speaks because, firstly, you cannot believe that he composed an entire song after your first date, and he then forgot about it. And secondly, your typically stoic fiancé looks very flustered and bashful, and you find it utterly endearing. 

You throw your arms around Semi’s neck and bury your face into the crook of his neck, which initially catches him off guard, but he quickly wraps his strong arms firmly around your waist.

“I love you, Semi Eita.”

“I love you too,” Semi whispers into your hair. “And seriously, if you change your mind about having this song for our first dance, it’s fine. No hard feelings.”

“I don’t think I’ll be changing my mind on this. Aside from agreeing to marry you, I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

#semi x reader #semi x y/n #semi eita x reader #semi eita x y/n #semi fluff #semi eita #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu!! #collab: time to shine

[uwurakax]

hello, Can i request intimate moments with semi but not like smut moments, moments where s/o and him feel their pure love

-> even though i don’t/haven’t ever written smut, for semi, i would have 💀💀 ty for the request my lovely! 💕✨

-> i’ve also just realised i wasn’t too sure what type of request this was?? i had a scene in mind until i reread this and i realised maybe? i also hope i did this right, felt a little rusty! if you actually wanted it more like, an actual written drabble and not so much headcanons, lemme know and i’ll post c:

(i deadass thought i dreamt this request until i saw it again)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

— 𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓼

➤ moments like these are more lowkey and private — i don’t think semi is one to share, and it’s very much one on one

➤ imo i think the first instance of really feeling loved was the time you showed up and cheered for shiratorizawa back in high school and you sported his extra jersey, the number 3 so clearly visible amongst the other fans

➤ the loud cheer of “semi!” every time he was on the court a stark contrast to the shouts of his friend and captain, ushijima

➤ i think this was the turning point, seeing you in his jersey and supporting him, even if volleyball wasn’t something you had much interest in before meeting him

➤ if your relationship wasn’t official or out in the open then, it was shortly after that

➤ head kithes too just an fyi !!!!

➤ moving on to after high school;

➤ very much the same with you being by his side as he does his side hustle of trying to be a musician

➤ you were sat, right front and centre when he and his band booked a small gig for this tiny bar that had barely 10 patrons

➤ it didn’t matter though, and semi was taken back to when you were the only one cheering his name back when he played a sport he thought would take him somewhere someday

➤ it did, he just didn’t expect it to lead to you

➤ that was the first time he said i love you

➤ he sells out small stadiums now, focusing more on the band, but still having a regular part time job, but you’re always still there, only this time backstage

➤ always kisses you and has pep talks before he goes on, even once hiding in one of the spare closet

➤ you think those are some of your favourite moments, where for just a minute he’s yours and yours alone, and you don’t have to share him while he’s like that with you

➤ although semi likes the gradual popularity, he is quick to notice how that cuts into time with you

➤ if he’s honest, semi isn’t that great with expressing how he feels, and even though he doesn’t, he can’t help but think maybe he is starting to neglect you a bit

➤ he’ll bring you your favourite flowers after a trip away, order your favourite takeout for you when you’ve been texting about how exhausted you are after a rough day at work, and when he’s not with you, texting you good morning and goodnight without fail

➤ once though, while semi was working on a song, you came to surprise him on a day off, and as quiet as you could be, you snuck in to see him

➤ you caught him through the barely opened door, about to open it until you heard him

➤ he played in his guitar, reading off a notebook that you recognised as his song writing/lyric book

➤ you had no idea semi was writing a song dedicated specifically for you

➤ for 5 minutes you watched as semi wrote and plucked at the strings before taking a breath and singing the song outright

➤ it was the first time semi had sung that song, and by pure chance you were lucky enough to hear it

➤ you walked away, realising how special that was for you to witness

➤ you never told him you knew or heard that song, just knowing that was how he felt was enough

➤ you didn’t have to wait long though, because months after, semi had finessed the song and at one of his concerts, he dedicated his new song to you

➤ semi proposed to you that night, after you were laying down in bed as he traced your awfully plain, left ring finger

➤ there was no hesitation in the “yes!” or anything that followed after

© uwurakax — please don’t repost or share outside of tumblr

#haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #haikyuu!! x reader #hq!! x reader #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu headcanons #semi x y/n #semi x you #semi x reader #uwurakax asks 💕

[diabolicalacid]

— LOVELOVELOVE (prologue)

pairing : semi eita x reader

genre : fluff

summary : eita and love through the years. a tale that begins with the girl next door and culminates with someone he befriends at his middle school over a mechanical pencil.

or, in which eita falls in love over and over again, with the girl next door, with music, with his grandfather’s old guitar, with volleyball, and it ends with him falling for you.

wc : 10.7k (i apologise, i just went with the flow tbh)

music : lovelovelove by baek ye rin

an : this is the prologue to my upcoming semi fic. i have no idea when it will be out. probably not before mid to late september since i have a few tests coming up.

REBLOGS APPRECIATED <3

©️diabolicalacid 2022.

it’s summer in the country. semi eita is twelve. he’s dawdling on the verge of puberty like a moth whirring under the shade of lamplight. a rather prominent adam’s apple sits at the bottom of his neck, allowing otosan to tease him from time to time, joking he could see it from a mile away if he were to try. and at twelve, on the edge of pubescence, love is a concept as foreign as it can be to oneself. at the same time, love is as familiar as it gets.

eita never invests much of his time thinking about what love could possibly mean. school keeps him busy most of the time, and he never really gets the opportunity to ponder over the particular thought. then again, at his age, it isn’t necessary for him to give it a thought either. he thinks there can’t possibly be anything more to love than what he already knows about it. there is hardly a chance love will turn out to be something grander than what he has already decided it is, at the age of twelve.

love is, he believes, in the brownies his okaasan bakes when she notices the slightest shift in his otherwise calm rhythm, the sweaters his obaasan sews right before the onset of winter to keep their family warm, the continental take out his otosan brings home every weekend as a nice change of pace from time to time. takechi, his only friend around the neighborhood, and also his next door neighbor, knocks on his front door at half past five everyday, inviting him out to play in the evening.

there is nothing more to love than such acts of services, nothing less either. eita decides this at twelve, right before the onset of puberty. he still has a lot to learn about the working of this world, but he thinks he already knows all the details about how it operates. for him, love reflects in doing the smallest things for someone, and while it might not seem like good enough effort, it actually is. as long as there is a wide smile on their faces, happiness in their hearts, a hint of contentment in their gratitude, there is nothing more he needs to do in order to love them enough.

the people around him love eita with everything they have, and he loves them in quantities equal to what he receives, if not more. he loves them in his own ways. in his own time. there is no other definition of love to him. love is in balance like this, like what he has experienced all his life, and he’s fond of the concept of love because it’s so simple, so caring, so endearing towards him.

.

heat wave surges in the month of may, and eita, with a pair of red flushed cheeks, clammy palms and a forehead drenched in sweat, chases after a turquoise butterfly wafting around his backyard under the supervision of obaasan, who sits on the egawa, sifting through the spinach leaves to separate the dried ones out.

the butterfly flutters, resonating with the pace of the wind current, floating towards the front yard, and he sprints after it, following its unruly trail. obaasan gets off the egawa to keep pace with eita before he runs off somewhere in the neighborhood without company. the butterfly fleets off, diminishing in the vast blue skies on its way to look for a new source of nectar, and eita’s attention is garnered by the sight of several cardboard boxes scattered over the concrete footpath, and a married couple (he can only speculate the nature of their relationship with no absolute confirmation) scrimmaging through the luggage outside the house across the street.

(“hey eita, did you know the house across the street is haunted?” takechi raises a brow, inquiring as he prompts eita to pretend to be interested in what he has to say, pushing his wooden spoon into the scoop of ice cream to take a heavy bite out of it. his words leave eita bemused, confused even, but mostly only a chuckle precipitates at the back of his throat when he thinks about how stupid takechi’s question directed to him truly is.

there was a rumour about tanizaki from house number six hundred six peeing his pants in front of the neighbourhood kids, another one about minatozaki dating a highschooler instead of someone who’s around her age while she’s just thirteen, but word about the house across the street being haunted spinning around the neighborhood is foreign to him. then again, as someone who finds out any and every neighborhood gossip he’s ever heard of from takechi himself, eita shouldn’t expect to know this rumour to begin with.

“no, what are you talking about?” eita questions the claim, deciding to amuse takechi even if it’s just for a moment or two, so he asks for a reconfirmation, eyeing takechi with curiosity, but more so with a puzzled look hanging on his face, while still licking the final splotches of ice cream rendered on his spoon.

“well, they say there are ghosts in that house.” takechi says, shrugging, biting into his spoonful of chocolate ice cream, making eita flinch in disgust at the sight of his teeth digging into the cold dessert, feeling the sensitivity rev in his own nerves as well. takechi digs into the scoop to obtain another spoonful, saying, mostly second guessing his words, “i don’t know if it’s true, but i never go close to that house. i’ve only heard rumors, but i’m still scared.”

“neither should you go anywhere near it, eita.” he warns, peaking eita’s dubiety regarding his words, making him drop his spoonful of ice cream to the ground. the summer heat melts the dessert, sweet liquid dispersing on the hot, summer concrete, snatching the smile off eita’s face, also the motivation to have more of it, although sweat drips down his forehead, wetting the concrete when the drops encounter the surface.

eita doesn’t believe in what his friend has to say. sure, takechi won’t lie to him on purpose. obaasan says friends aren’t supposed to lie, plus, at twelve, there is only so much he knows about being wary of peoples’ lies. takechi isn’t just people though, he’s a good friend, best friend even. but obaasan also told him once that ghosts don’t exist, and thinking thoughts alike is only barren. those beliefs are empty, words with no mass, and as eita grows up, he should know better than to trust concepts akin to those.

“well, i don’t think so.” eita shrugs, dismissing takechi’s claim as he tosses his wooden spoon into the dustbin close by, letting takechi have the last few bites of the ice cream they snuck out to purchase on this summer afternoon. he rejects the idea, earning a frown from his friend, “my obaasan says ghosts don’t exist.”

“well then you should tell your obaasan she’s wrong.” takechi enjoins, a hint of aggressiveness in his voice as he presses eita to believe his words, reasoning with him, “no family stays there for more than a few months. don’t you think it’s strange?”

his words strike a cord within eita because all said and done, they’re true. the house across the street certainly is queer, and coming to think of it, taking into account live observations, no one actually manages to stay there for more than a few months. four months is the most a family can take. a month is the least the neighborhood has witnessed.

takechi takes the last bite of the chocolate ice cream, letting the coolness disperse within to overpower the freakish heat of the sun. he jogs to throw the paper cup into the bin, and to pay the vendor for their treat.

eita thinks about takechi’s words for twenty seconds at the most before scoffing at himself for even giving those empty phrases a thought.

“well, i still don’t believe you.” he stands his opposition, choosing to believe his obaasan, highlighting a pout on takechi’s face. eita begins walking home, leaving takechi behind to follow him if he desires to do so.

he looks back to see takechi idle, unwilling to tag along with a face displeasured by his actions, and speaks up in an attempt to convince him otherwise, “maybe the house is just not good. maybe it has a lot of bugs or something, man.”

“let’s go home now.” eita invites him, gesturing takechi to join him by curling his fingers inwards.

takechi shrugs, humming in agreement with eita, letting his own claims slide past after giving it a thought. although eita believes his obaasan more than he believes in what takechi told him today, doubt still lingers around, and it’s push over his thoughts is quite strong, dodging the initial disbelief. before eita walks in through the gate of his front yard, he spends a few seconds staring at the house across the street and the eerie air that wraps around it.)

“another day, another family.” obaasan sighs, attention caught by the sight her grandson is staring at, as she reaches the front yard, short, tired steps trying to keep up with a youngster’s brisk pace. she pats his back lightly, gesturing him to move to the backyard.

this is the eighth family in the last three years, and the constant motion of families in and out of that house wouldn’t bother her as much if it wasn’t for the fact that she’s the oldest in the neighborhood. meaning, the responsibility of welcoming someone new into the neighborhood falls on her shoulders. at her age, with her bad knees, elbows that ache even at the slightest of motion, and a hunched back, there’s only so much she can take, so she wishes someone would move in permanently once and for all, sparing her the effort to welcome new families all the time.

but it seems the house across the street is truly haunted, with no family finding it within themselves to stay back, and in a neighborhood like theirs where everyone knows each other, rumors are quick to proliferate, which is why she needs to make sure eita doesn’t fall prey to the neighborhood gossip.

obaasan starts taking steps to return to the egawa to continue sifting through the spinach leaves, expecting eita to follow her trail back inside.

before he follows her inside, eita takes a final peek at the new family moving in the house across the street. he spots a girl around his age rushing out of their car, quickly taking a spot next to her mother, a gaming console hanging by her left hand, and the fingers of her right gently tugging onto her mother’s silk skirt as she surveys the new neighborhood she’s been brought into.

she feels a pair of eyes examining her and cranes her neck in the opposite direction, only to spot eita standing across the street with his eyes stuck on her. but she doesn’t find it weird, considering from his point of view, she’s someone new around the neighborhood he has lived in for so long, and he’s seeing her around for the first time. a small smile breaks her lips apart, counting on the boy to return it, but its approach leaves eita flustered, and cheeks that were already red at the expense of the summer heat, turn a shade darker. he runs off inside, and the smile on her lips instantly dims.

.

“we have new neighbors again.” okaasan announces, walking into the living room with two cups of tea. one for herself and one for otosan.

although he’s already well aware, and the news is nothing new to him following his encounter earlier this afternoon, eita still looks up from his gaming console, not expectantly, rather wearily, tired of the same sequence of events repeating themselves again and again.

otosan and obaasan turn their heads as well, following the announcement that was made, but no one has anything to say in response to it, perhaps because everyone knows she’ll be announcing the same thing to them a few months down the line. no one is surprised at her words, no one is thrilled at the thought of having a new family around for the second time this year already, and it’s only may.

obaasan sighs, looking up from the shirt she’s sewing for eita while otosan looks up from the office documents he’s busy updating. he says, sounding nothing but uninterested, “that sounds nice.” he goes back to working his job, while okaasan takes a seat next to him, nudging him to involve himself in the conversation, pondering, “i wonder if they have a kid.”

“how am i supposed to know that?” otosan mumbles, attention clipped onto the papers in front of him, sounding miffed at her query, even though the question wasn’t meant for him to answer. it was just a thought she chose to express out loud, not expecting an answer to begin with. a rhetorical question. something like a conversation starter of sorts.

she rolls her eyes at his wound up tone, resuming, “someone around eita’s age to keep him company.” she says, sighing, expectant eyes looking at eita who sits next to obaasan, tapping his fingers vigorously against the buttons, attempting to win yet another round of the video game he recently purchased.

“they most likely do.” otosan sighs before he finally joins in the conversation, focus drifting off the documents for a brief while as he tries to find words to comfort his wife’s concern. she finally offers him the cup of tea she had been gatekeeping for so long. he adds to his words in a vague attempt to reassure her, “just because the last two families didn’t have kids his age, doesn’t mean this one wont either.”

‘they do.’ eita wants to intervene the conversation. he knows the new neighbours do have a kid, and he did come across the daughter of the family earlier this afternoon, but he decides not to, resuming his game, knowing all too well that okaasan will force him to make friends with her even when he doesn’t want to. history will repeat itself. he knows this well because that is exactly how he became friends with takechi, and just because that worked out for him, doesn’t mean eita wants this to make it work this time around. he’s fine having just one friend.

“i hope so.” okaasan sighs, yearning for the possibility to be true, sipping from her own cup of tea as she continues looking at eita, but this time around, her eyes are drenched in worry.

he’s a quiet kid. she’s well aware of the fact. he has a difficult time making new friends. she knows this too. as his okaasan, she knows him quite well. at least that’s what she thinks, but really, eita himself doesn’t want to make any more friends. while she thinks he hesitates to talk to new people, the truth is, he doesn’t attempt at all. but takechi tags along despite eita’s reserved nature that holds him back from mingling with the crowd. takechi’s presence let’s her rest with ease. all she really wants is for eita to have a great childhood while he still can, except her aspirations for the same differ from those belonging to her son himself.

“why does it matter?” otosan asks her, curiosity rising because he doesn’t understand the origin of her desperation, sipping some tea before placing his cup on the coaster. he resumes updating the documents in hand, a part of him acquainted to her reasons beforehand. he finetunes his glasses over his nose before he screens through the set of papers, looking for the relevant ones.

“i just think he’ll get lonely if he doesn’t make friends.” she expresses her concern to her husband, still eyeing eita with the same worried look prying her face. eita notices her intense, but loving gaze on himself that’s just as worried at the same time, and in response to it, he leaves the room, hands clutching the gaming console. she sighs, watching him jog off, then turns back to her husband.

her expectations don’t sit right with otosan. though he already knew where the conversation was headed, but just this once, he hoped they wouldn’t end up going down the same road again. otosan wants to roll his eyes at her, but he knows that will only incite a fight, so he keeps it to himself, avoiding a response from his end.

the truth is, he doesn’t understand her one bit, and this isn’t the first time this conversation is being brought up. it’s an everyday thing at this point. eita is twelve, living a good life on his own terms. he’s a kid who knows to balance his academic life with other endeavors he takes a part in. plus it’s not like he doesn’t have friends at all. from what otosan has heard from takechi, him and eita do hang out with some other kids at their middle school. so his wife’s constant worry over the matter makes no sense to him. most of the time, he thinks, she overdoes it.

“you worry too much.” he tells her, taking a hold of her hand to rub her knuckles, reassuring her, “eita is twelve, and he has enough friends already. you don’t have to worry so much about him.” she nods, partly giving up her concern, agreeing with what her husband has to say, but a part of her still lingers in worry regarding the matter.

she spots eita sneaking a glance into the livingroom, eavesdropping on their conversation. he leans against the door jab, softly smiling at her, nodding to his otosan’s words, and she can’t help but return his gesture. she smiles back at him, lips finding it difficult to curve upwards with all the core rn that keeps dragging them down. but her smile, although only small, is still warm. eita runs off to his bedroom after he receives it.

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it takes her eight days, but okaasan eventually discovers that the family across theirs has a daughter who is around eita’s age. missus shimada shows up at the neighborhood meeting to take part in a discussion about neighborhood development plans, and okaasan, who is too impatient to hold it in, questions her about her family. shimada tells her she has a daughter, and that puts a saccharine smile on okaasan’s lips, the very thought of her son possibly having another friend warming her heart.

“eita, you should try making friends with kanao, huh? the daughter of shimada’s across the street.” okaasan suggests, wiping wet dishes using a paper towel.

eita looks up from his console, putting a bleak expression on his face, but really, he senses uneasiness bubbling within himself. he knew she would find out eventually. it was only a matter of time before okaasan would meet their new neighbours and find out about the existence of their daughter. only a matter of few days before she would sock him into making a new friend.

the thing is, eita simply isn’t interested. he doesn’t want to get involved with the girl who lives in the house across the street. it isn’t because he doesn’t need another friend. while that’s definitely a part of the reason why, the truth is that he’s scared. takechi’s words certainly left an impact on his mind, and he hasn’t been able to shake the fear off his sleeves.

he hums, expression still bland, finger pressing the pause button on the console, saying, “i might try to.”

his response doesn’t exactly please okaasan. the saccharine smile that the news curved on her lips, and she expected it to return with eita’s compliance, fails to come back to her. his quaint response only stacks up her worry about his social life, and as much as her husband has reassured her that her son has more than enough friends, she’s well aware they’re only for namesake and nothing more. other than takechi, there isn’t anyone her son can rely on.

but she decides not to pry further, knowing eita will only be peeved at her, slipping him an obvious hint, “their daughter goes to the park down the street every evening.”

“you should head there with takechi.” she says, expectant eyes looking at eita who only looks up from his console when he finds her gaze stuck on him.

one has to be very nosey to know details like those is what eita thinks, and the fact that his okaasan knows it, certainly puts him to shame. he sighs, truly embarrassed thinking about just how many questions she had to ask to get that piece of information out of the girl’s mother, responding, “okay.”

her lips part into a small, but content smile, a part of it gleans from his slightly more enthusiastic response, another at the possibility that he might at least try. as long as eita tries, she’ll consider it a success.

.

making friends with the girl across the street however, doesn’t turn out to be as easy as eita thought it would be. he could just give up, considering he never wanted to do it in the first place. but knowing just how pushy and nosey his okaasan is, he wants to give it just one chance, aiming it wouldn’t work and the girl would end up disliking him.

but over the next few days, every time he steps closer to her in the neighborhood park, aiming to start a conversation, his lips and his limbs, in unison, come up with a new excuse to draw back from the attempt. it’s as if they have a mind of their own. they hold him back from fulfilling the one attempt his okaasan wishes he would make. she only worries about him, urging him more every night over dinner. he smiles and nods, assuring her he will give it another shot, but history keeps on repeating itself for sixteen days.

eita decides to talk to takechi. he knows if there is one person who can make this task easy, it’s takechi, who is as social as one can possibly be. he tells him he wants to be friends with the girl who lives across the street from them, but he’s terrified. she lives in the haunted house after all. if she’s a ghost, eita fears she might hurt him and takechi.

at first, takechi laughs at him, shedding light on how eita was the one to disapprove of his claims and now he’s peeing his pants over the same. seeing him in discomfort over something he was strongly in opposition of only amuses takechi. boredom clicks in after four days of teasing eita over it every change he gets. nonetheless, he becomes friends with girl to help eita initiate a conversation with her. eita learns her name is kanao. he ends up liking the sound of it.

takechi tries dragging eita to the playground. but the resistance on his end is too strong and he finds all his attempts unsuccessful. each one worse than before. eita prefers to stay in his bed. the most he does is walk to the park only to find his friend playing around the place with kanao when he views them from the sidelines, never stepping in.

eita walks to the park, looks at kanao under the four pm sun. the marmalade skies reflect on her soft skin as she sprints around the playground, takechi running after her as the seeker. sometimes he comes across her on her way to the grocery store, hand in hand with her mother. smiles are exchanged but that’s all there is to it. sometimes she sways on the swing in her front yard, her dog keeping her company. specks of innocence linger around and about kanao, almost convincing him she isn’t a supernatural being after observing her for over twenty six days.

but takechi’s words that slipped off his lips, sticky with chocolate ice cream grate at eita’s skin, peeling the courage off of it every time he takes a step closer to kanao. he ends up taking two steps backwards, a strong desire to resist any sort of contact.

“what’s wrong with you?” kanao confronts him, arms crossed, face stricken with genuine perplexion as she towers over eita who sits on the bench next to the sandbox, digging through the grainy texture to kill some time. this happens on the thirtieth day after she finally gets tired of being stared at, and annoyance regarding eita’s skepticism gets to her.

“what do you mean?” he deflects the question, despite knowing exactly what she’s asking about. eita isn’t exactly good at being discrete. this much he knows because he has seen kanao arrest his eyes fixed on her more than once over the last month or so. he gets off and jogs to the side to lift a feeble branch, and starts drawing patterns in sand.

his nonchalance renders kanao even more ruffled at him, and she swats the branch off his hands, raising her voice, “eita, why have you been hiding from me? we can talk. we are friends, you know.”

“we are?” eita meets her gaze, a look of confusion glancing at her through his eyes, because he definitely did not expect her to refer to him as a friend after how he has been acting around her as of late.

“yes, we are.” she sighs, lightly battering his head with her hand, explaining, “i know you think i’m a ghost or something like that, but i’m not.”

“i’m just a girl and i want to be friends.” she shrugs, dilly dallying with her hands behind her back, looking at him expectantly, allowing guilt to disperse within eita.

but more so, embarrassment, because someone told her about the real reason he’s been avoiding her and more than reasonable, it sounds empty and embarrassing. of course it had to be takechi. eita makes a mental note to confront him the next time they cross paths.

“okay, we can be friends.” eita sighs, extending his hand to shake it with hers, calling truce, granting her the benefit of doubt that she isn’t a ghost, but is just a girl around his age who happened to move into the strangest house in his neighborhood.

somewhere in a small neighborhood in miyagi, where everyone knows each other and rumors spread faster than butter on a slice of bread, a friendship blossoms. this time, for real. eita tells okaasan two days later. the saccharine smile she lost over the last conversation with him returns.

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“so, was it takechi who told you?” eita questions as the two of them sit under a mango tree in the park, burrowing teeth into the cookies she baked that turned out a little harder than she had expected.

“about what, eita?” at first, she doesn’t understand what he’s referring to, and she starts to look back on every single thing takechi has told her so far. but she’s a smart girl, so it doesn’t take her long to figure out what he’s questioning her about.

“mhm, he did.” she hums, nodding his way, and eita, who was almost sure of takechi’s notoriety, seethes, gritting his teeth when he spots takechi walking their way.

he drops the half eaten cookie into the plate before him, jumping to his feet, and sprints towards who receives the memo that eita is pissed and changes his trajectory to scurry the other way around. kanao’s lips break into the widest grin they’ve known since she moved to the neighborhood, when she looks at her newfound friends fooling around, realizing she’s no longer alone in this new place.

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“so,” eita begins, stretching the word, “where are you taking me today?” he asks, much curious and unaware of kanao’s plans for the day.

her giddy self stands in her front yard, balancing herself on her toes as she peeks at the house across the street, waiting for takechi to join the two of them. she listens to eita’s question, but refuses to respond elaborately, only telling him so much, “there’s something i need you guys to see.”

“something i’ve waited to show you for long enough now.” she adds, also adding bulk to his curiosity.

at her words, eita is nettled, because he expected a better response, or at least something more than whatever he received, something he can utilize to connect the dots. “elaborate on it please.” he requests, taking a few steps ahead to tap on her shoulder, pressing her for more details.

kanao loses balance, encountering the ground with a thud, but it doesn’t bother her as much as eita’s curiosity currently doing summersaults does, even when she politely asked him to wait for her to guide him to the surprise rather than asking for it upfront.

“i’m sorry.” eita apologises to kanao who looks at him chafed, just not at the fact that he made her drop herself to the ground. the sight of his friend reduced to concrete because of his lack of patience churns some guilt within, and he protracts his hand for her to take.

kanao accepts his offer to help, allowing her fingers to mesh with eita’s. it makes the blood rush to his cheeks, so he tilts his neck downwards, away from her gaze. this, kanao fails to notice, more focused on getting herself back on her feet. as she rises up to her feet, she tightens her grasp around his fingers, allowing more blood to flow to her cheeks, painting them deep red, making him almost drop her to the ground when he lifts his fingers off her hold. but kanao is quick to stand up, and she clamors, warning him, “you almost let go, eita.”

“i’m sorry about that too.” he apologises again. this time for almost dropping her, and his gaze still stays on the concrete rather than focusing on hers. she doesn’t think of it much, but she worries her dress has been ruined. kanao dusts the soil particles off her white dress before she turns towards the house across the street to wait for takechi’s arrival, forgiving eita in the process, “it’s okay.”

eita mumbles, “thanks.” she hums at him, avoiding offering him a glance, and continues to peek at takechi’s house.

the blood rush in his cheeks dies down after a few seconds, but the memory of kanao’s touch against his skin somehow lingers as one of his fondest ones. it makes him wonder if he really likes kanao more than what he lets himself and the people around him believe. it’s not like he doesn’t already have an idea about his feelings. in fact, on various occasions, whenever he has looked at her laughing under the orange skies and the shadow of the setting sun, the peachy hue reflecting against her soft, shiny skin, the scenario has coerced him to give his feelings a thought. even if it was just for a while, and the thoughts faded away as briskly as they appeared to him.

at the end of the day, those thoughts were only vacant to him, like his feelings towards her hold no mass whatsoever, like having a crush on your neighbour isn’t physically possibly for him, like eita could never love someone that way because he has never known love like that before. like a first glance into what romantic love cannot come to him at twelve. semi eita might like kanao shimada but it has nothing to do with love. the thought swarming his mind is bristled off when he decides he’s probing into it far too much.

although they’ve been friends for almost half an year now, eita has never had kanao touch him for more than a brief moment before this. sure, her skin has brushed past his on countless occasions. she has also held his hand, but she has also let it go just as quick. this, however, is a first for him. the blood rush is nothing much to think over at all. it existed in the moment because he was too flustered by a first time thing. that’s all there is to it. eita can never love kanao. that’s a stretch too far. he might like her, but love is a no go.

“just don’t ask about it again.” kanao requests him, and he hums in agreement, deciding to wait for the surprise rather than imposing.

she invited takechi and him over to her place for something special but never mentioned exactly what it was supposed to be. she said, and he quotes, “there’s something very special i want to show you guys, so make sure you come prepared tomorrow.”

now, there could be a lot of things kanao might want to show him and his friend. a lot of things she might be referring to that eita already knows exist, or perhaps it’s something he’s a complete stranger to.

maybe it’s her pet dog, who eita has seen sauntering around her front yard, and the one who barks too much. so much so that eita can barely sleep at night ever since her family moved across. maybe it’s a new board game she bought. something new for them to play as a trio. he can only guess so much. eita doesn’t know what it’s like to be surprised. his only friend is takechi and he has nothing but a shit ton of crap packed up his sleeve, so this experience is new to him.

takechi arrives, huffing as he bends over his knees to catch a breath, after running down his stairs and across the street to be here on time. kanao sighs, looking at his state in worry, “you could’ve walked here, you know.” she says, reaching out for the water bottle sitting on the swing.

“eita and i would’ve waited.” she tells him, handing him the water bottle in her hands. he takes it off her, quaffing half of it before handing it back. “thanks.” he lets out a breathily, leaning onto her gates, waiting for his nerves to calm down that were under pressure due to his speed.

“okay, guys, let’s go inside.” kanao announces when she notices that takechi’s breathing returning to normal, taking eita by the hand and gesturing the other boy to follow them.

kanao’s touch against his skin and her finger wrapped around his own might not mean much to anyone else, but it makes his blood hot, and it pools at his cheeks. for a second time today, eita finds himself swamped in a feeling he possibly cannot put into words. although he convinced himself earlier that his red blotted cheeks meant nothing, he’s starting to realise, experiencing a blood rush second time today, he might’ve been grossly wrong about it. however, no one else notices because takechi is falling behind as they jog through the hallways of her house, and kanao looks up ahead, not sparing him a glance.

when she finally stops in front of a certain door, her grip against his hand tightens, and eita’s cheeks burn a shade darker, but thanks to the dull lighting scattered around the hallway, when she turns to the side to smile at him, she can barely make out the red gracing his cheeks gazing in awe at her parted lips. takechi stops right behind them, gesturing her to finally show them to their surprise, huffing because she made them sprint to the room, “are we here finally?”

“my legs hurt.” he whines, reducing himself on his knees to express exhaustion.

“we sure are.” kanao confirms his doubt, lips extending furthermore, curving further upwards as she abandons eita’s hand, and holds out her own to aid takechi.

once she gets him to his feet, she opens the door before them, welcoming their eyes to behold the surprise, walking two steps ahead inside of the room, reaching out for eita’s hand again. the red colour that had evaporating off his cheeks after she let go of his hand earlier, condenses along his cheekbones once again.

she introduces them to the room, light giggles intervening her words, “this is otosan’s studio. this is where he makes music.”

“i asked him if i could show it to you guys, and he agreed. isn’t it really cool?” she raises her brows, flaunting the sight in front of them that is her proud possession.

“truly the best room in the house.” she drops eita’s hand, and spreads her own two to the sides to showcase the splendor of the room her two friends are standing outside.

when she loses his hand, eita’s thumping heart regains it’s normal rhythm and the redness on his cheeks begins to dissipate. his eyes begin to glow more and more at the sight before him. what he’s seeing right now, he doesn’t know how to describe, how to put into words, except that it’s like a museum holding some of her father’s most prized possessions.

kanao’s father is a musician. this, she has mentioned on several occasions before. but the scale of his works has always been a mystery to takechi and him. however, the studio in front of them says enough about just how big her father really is, and the amount of equipment makes eita realise he doesn’t know much about music or anything at all. everything around him is foreign to him. the only instrument he really recognises is a guitar that looks a little funky, but it’s skeleton is more or less like the one he had seen at his place a few years ago.

“well, come on in, i want to show you something i’ve been working on.” kanao invites them to follow her lead, ambling a few steps ahead as she herself admires the view around her, but when she turns around to see them anchored in the same position, eyes wafting around the room in awe, she falls back, taking eita’s as well as takechi’s hand in her own, dragging them inside alongside herself.

he’s so mesmerized by the beauty of the place that eita forgets to notice his skin is in close contact with kanao’s for the third time today, and this time around, his cheeks don’t glow a shade of bright red, but his eyes glimmer in a revenant awe as he scans the place while she leads them to some distant part of the room.

“this is my guitar. i am learning to play it.” she lets loose of their hands, snapping her fingers at their faces, demanding them to match her gaze instead of hawking at the walls adorned with instruments, certificates and records. him and takechi snap back to reality in an instant, the view of kanao standing in her white dress with a guitar just a few centimeters short of her carefully nestled in her hands greeting them.

“do you want to hold it, eita?” she offers him the guitar, lightly pushing it his way, certainly complimenting him when she says, “you look like the kind who would be into guitars, i don’t know.”

“you just seem like it.” she giggles as she surmises, voice faltering towards the end when he doesn’t respond or react to her, only blankly staring at her, and she speaks the same thought once again, almost in a whisper, “it’s just that i just think you do.”

“i would love to.“ eita agrees quickly when he notes that his lack of response upset her, sensing the way her voice changed from that filled with excitement to one weighed down by nervousness.

he takes the guitar off her hands, aware he’s a stranger to the instrument and the art. he knows absolutely nothing about the instrument other than it’s physical skeleton, and that playing it with a plectrum is much more convenient than playing it with his bare fingers. despite his unfamiliarity to the instrument, he stands there, kanao’s guitar carefully tucked in his hands, ready to pluck its strings to produce new melody. she hands him her plectrum embossed with little pink flowers all over it’s body. eita takes a deep breath before he lets the plectrum stagger down the path of guitar strings, strumming a tune that’s foreign to everyone in room.

he’s no musician, so whatever melody falls into the space around the trio of friends sounds nothing spectacular. in fact, it almost makes takechi screw his fingers into his ears, and kanao flinches her face muscles at the tune eita creates with her guitar under his hold. she sighs, stepping closer, making an offer, “can i help you a little?” eita nods in agreement when he looks at the expressions sitting on kanao and takechi’s faces following his performance, only vaguely regretting his decision to accept the guitar from her in the first place.

kanao approaches eita from the back, placing her left palm on the headstock of the guitar, and her right palm next to eita’s hand, almost making him jump in place when he senses her skin brushing over his own. she seizes control of his right hand, arresting it under her control. this is the closest he has been to her, and it takes him everything in this goddamn universe to control himself from combusting into flames right in this moment. eita’s cheeks begin flashing red, his heart ready to leap out of his chest at any given moment as kanao’s hand lifts his right hand to strike the guitar strings appropriately.

takechi doesn’t fail to notice the pink shade that lines eita’s cheek bone augmenting darker by the moment. he takes a few steps back, deciding to leave without anyone taking a note of it. he walks out of the room, careful steps leading him away from kanao and eita. he chooses not to say anything as he walks out, and neither eita, nor kanao realise they’re one person short of their trio.

kanao allows the plectrum in eita’s hand to pluck the strings, guiding him into producing a melody that sounds much better than what his solo did. she tells him, sliding the plectrum across another string to produce a sharp note, pausing midway, “i started playing when i was seven.”

“i was never confident in my abilities, so i never told my friends from school about it.” she fesses, pursing her lips at the thought, feeling the pressure of her shortcomings slowly brewing up to reach her throat. but she compresses it to her gut, resuming as she admits, “but i wanted to show you, so here i am.”

“and here you are, holding the same guitar that got me into this in the first place.” kanao’s hand navigate eita’s, permitting a few more notes to be produced as the plectrum glides across the six strings of the instruments.

“you’re quite good.” eita compliments her, sewing a smile onto her lips, and she’s almost about to kiss him on the cheek but retaliates to avoid tension between the two of them.

her tone makes it obvious that she isn’t confident in her abilities as a musician, and he wonders why she would think so, when clearly, she’s a maestro at it and she’s only thirteen right now. he supposes doubting one’s abilities comes naturally to most people, and although there is much more she’s destined to learn about the art she’s engaging herself into, her reach right now just isn’t enough for her to be content with.

eita decides he likes this. he’s enjoying every moment of this. every time his hand moves at the order of kanao’s, something new takes shape, and while there are only seven notes in music as far as he knows, a tune distinct than the last one is created every time the plectrum held between his fingers strikes the strings.

he’s growing fond of it. the sound of the guitar buzzing in his peripheral overflows his heart with certain happiness, and more than anything, eita thinks he wants to keep doing this for a lifetime. kanao maybe a part of the reason why it makes him so happy, but he’s quite sure, more than anything, he has fallen in love with the instrument. it maybe his first time playing, but eita could go on guiding the plectrum to create new melodies for a lifetime without any regret following him.

but a part of him also knows the intimacy between kanao and him is also one of the reasons why adrenaline is sprinting through his veins, and his heart is thumping to and fro against his rib cage. at twelve, he knows almost nothing about romantic love, nor does he think he’s supposed to be acquainted to it. sure, he’s heard of it like everyone else in the world has, but to experience it is another thing. he also knows sakura from his class is ‘in love’ with shota from class four, and just because they’re twelve, doesn’t make their feelings invalid. but he isn’t in love. this much he knows. it’s just a crush.

one thing he’s sure of is that kanao makes him happy. around her, eita’s lips glazed with the orange juice her okaasan offers them each evening, stretch apart a littler wider than they do in response to takechi’s stupid humor. his voice, usually suppressed by his introverted nature, comes out a little happier, a little louder than it does on other occasions. this is proof enough for him to know that her presence in his life is of utmost importance to him. without her, eita is more or less like an empty shell that only echoes when someone speaks through it. takechi is his friend too, but with kanao, there are butterflies in his stomach and the urge to be a happier version of himself is glances through clear enough.

eita definitely doesn’t want to lose her, so he never thinks about his feelings much. for something as trivial as a crush, he doesn’t want to blow off his chance of having her as a friend for a lifetime, so he never really thinks about his feelings much or at all. he always brushes them off his mind like the empty thoughts he deems they are. but right, with kanao standing so close to him, holding his hand, introducing him to something he now wants to explore in depth for the rest of his life, eita’s heart can’t help but perform summersaults around his chest in utmost glee.

“i think i should get going now.” eita speaks up, stuttering around his words when he notices takechi’s absence. with not only his cheeks, but his ears fuming a bright shade of red as well, he decides staying around longer wouldn’t be wise by any means. he bows down to kanao in an apology, saying, “i’m sorry, okaasan must be waiting for me.” he dashes towards the door to the studio, looking back, forming a content smile on his lips, “let’s do this again.”

he jogs away, leaving her bereft with her guitar in the largest room in her house. she doesn’t understand much about the implications of his sudden action, but a smile sits firmly on the edges of her lips when she thinks about how she overcame her biggest fear, revealing about her talent to the guy she likes a little more than just a friend. extending an invitation to takechi was just a formality for him to not feel left out, and for her to not succumb under the pressure of her feelings for eita.

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shimada kanao’s father signs a contract with a label in osaka. the label operates on a much larger scale and has a reach farther than the one he was signed with in miyagi. he gets offered a position to work on new music with a better label, and he takes it, plucking a petal off eita’s happiness unknowingly, when he tells kanao they need to move away.

she informs eita of her father’s plans, sweaty palms clutching onto the metal straps of her sling bag, fingertips cramping against the spaces between the metal blobs strewn together into a firm strand, her voice stuttering as words fall out, “i’m moving away next month.”

“where?” he simply asks her, finding it difficult to muster any other reaction to her sudden announcement, something he didn’t see coming on a slow, mellow afternoon, solely out of curiosity regarding the distance that will he separating the two of them for the rest of their lives.

“tokyo.” she tells him, fingers pressing firmer against the metal, nervousness gripping her bones as she waits for a reaction from his end.

eita doesn’t say anything in response to her, but he thinks about it by himself for a few moments. tokyo is pretty far. it’s a three hour drive from where he lives, and he knows he will never get the chance to visit her casually unless his family decides to take a short trip or something like that. he also knows kanao won’t be visiting him either. with both her parents being busy with their respective jobs, it’s nugatory to expect anything from her end at all. as for himself, his family isn’t outgoing, and the best they’ve done so far is to have movie nights on weekends.

so this is how it ends for them. he thinks it’s a rather bland ending to something he genuinely grew fond of over time. kanao’s friendship might’ve been something that was forced upon eita by his mother out of her concern, but it didn’t take him much time to get accustomed to its presence in his life. he even ended up growing rather fond of it. and as much as he would love to deny it, in this moment, he doesn’t want to pull a curtain over his obvious feelings for her. whether they constitute love or not, he never found out, but the thought of her absence from his life henceforth only weighs his heart down in some kind of brutish sorrow. the sudden end of something so wonderful scathes his limbs and organs through and through, suppressing his words alongside, staving him off a response.

eita nods at kanao’s ‘tokyo’ that falls out rather indistinct, shrouded with the palpable nervousness that envelopes her. even he feels it rubbing at his edges with her sitting right across him, and how it slowly transmutes into sorrow, now that she’s over the initial concern of putting out the announcement. it’s indication enough she isn’t exactly glad about this either. he knows this isn’t her fault. it isn’t anyone’s to begin with. but he can’t help but feel bitter. he can’t help but refuse to talk to her furthermore. though he isn’t exactly angry at her, eita can’t help but not say anything to her. so he only nods.

he allows a blank expression sit on his face as he swigs the hot chocolate he ordered for himself at the cafe she invited him to. it scalds his tongue, but the heat running across his epithelium doesn’t incite a reflex on his end. his mind has been anesthetized by her words, clueless he’s consuming something well above room temperature. the burn spreads through his tongue, scragging the surface cells, but that doesn’t seem to bother him much. or at all.

kanao looks at him with expectant eyes, nails practically digging into the metal of her strap at this point, and if she were to continue for a while longer, the force would be heavy enough to leave a few dents behind. she wants eita to say something in response. she knows her announcement was something he definitely didn’t see coming, and she knows it’s rather heartless to expect him to be lively about it, but his silence isn’t helping her either. it’s only making her heart flip in a burning anxiety.

he recognizes the expression in her eyes. they’re lined with tear drops ready to descend any time now. “mhm.” eita hums as a response, because really, the numbness is strangling his thoughts and his words, and as much as he wants to say something, he’s too upset to. but he doesn’t want to leave her barren without a response either. he doesn’t want her to think he hates her for this. because he doesn’t.

the urge to walk out without exchanging words is so so strong that he pushes his cup of hot chocolate across the table towards her, almost stepping out of his seat. but he pauses midway when kanao’s fingers abandon the metal strap and proceed to touch his knuckles in order to stop him, when she realises what he’s about to do.

takechi didn’t show up despite kanao’s invitation to him. he has better things to do, or so he told her when she asked him why he wouldn’t join them. kanao intended for him to be there because she knew eita wouldn’t take the news smoothly. with no damage control in place, his world seems to crumble down even faster, and the rubble tumbles somewhere far off, spurning the opportunity for him to keep it together.

by no means does the slurry of emotions clogging his throat stem from the loss of love. the love in question was never found to begin with. eita never confessed to kanao. he never told her or anyone else that he liked her. he never tried finding out if what he felt was anything more than just a crush. love was indeed a stretch, something too far to leap into, but whatever he felt was never vocalized. takechi had some idea, but that’s all there was to it.

whatever he’s feeling, he thinks, precipitates due to the potential loss of someone who understood him. before eita found out about his feelings for kanao, she was a good friend to him. developing a crush didn’t change that either. even if their friendship was just a matter of an year or so, she managed to offer him some of his best memories. she managed to understand him better than most people around him. and sure, takechi is a good friend as well, but eita always thought he fit in better with kanao. like two neighboring pieces of the same puzzle that complete it. like the morning coffee his father has with some buttered toast. like eita and kanao themselves, who were inseparable once they became friends about an year ago.

“say something, eita.” kanao pleads, cold fingers pressing against his skin to extract a response, scuttling through her words to him.

she didn’t expect eita to be happy about this of course. but she didn’t expect him to be as speechless and crestfallen as he is either. she’s only a friend to him after all. he will eventually find a new one. everybody makes new friends and loses some from time to time. if she was someone more than just a friend, if there was something more between the two of them, things would’ve been different.

the thing is, kanao really really likes eita. she likes him more than just a friend. for her, the boundary between platonic feelings and romantic ones blurred long ago. but she’s quite sure he doesn’t look at her the same way and he never will. she will never mean anything more to him than just a friend. this much, she surmised on her own terms without ever asking him about it.

as she looks at him resting on the chair across her with a bland expression glazing his otherwise smiling face, the one last thing she wants from his end is a response worthy of all the love she has offered him as a friend, to put her own aching heart to ease.

but he walks out of the cafe, leaving behind the paper cup holding his choice of preferred drink, leaving behind kanao who only expected a few words from his side to comfort herself, leaving behind two broken hearts on the table in a random cafe at half past three on a balmy summer afternoon. her words echo in the air as fresh as ever, even as he walks off, and while she looks at him from her seat, fingers digging into the leather of her bag in an attempt to suppress the cry that irks at her throat, she knows this is probably the last time she’s seeing him. she knows he won’t be around as much as he used to be. she knows over the span of next month or so, she’s scheduled to buckle up for a course to learn how to cope with his absence.

however, there is one thing kanao can be sure of without a doubt, and it’s the only thing that’s partly putting her at ease right now. semi eita doesn’t hate her. he might resent the circumstances. he might pretend like he doesn’t care about her absence. he might not talk to her. but of all the people in the world, her friend, eita will never hate her for something that isn’t her fault to begin with.

on the day she leaves for tokyo, and leaves eita behind with his broken heart trying to hold in the feelings without letting them spill, she says to him, lightly holding his hands in hers, right in front of the house that he’s convinced is cursed, not haunted, but cursed for sure, “we’ll see each other again.”

she fabricates her lips to curl into a vague smile that’s ninety percent fake and ten percent an attempt to reassure him, an attempt to pencil in a smile on his face as well. eita hasn’t talked to her in a month at all, and if this is the last time she’s seeing him eye to eye, she wants to listen to him talk, even if it’s just a line or two.

she expects a response from him. while she’s trying her best to reassure him, she needs something from his end as a token of reassurance as well. something she can hold onto in osaka while she’s alone in midst of new people. bereft with a broken heart of full of feelings for a boy she was never able to confess her affection to.

but eita, just like a month ago, doesn’t respond. not even with a hum. words are a far cry. but he nods at her just like he did in the cafe over two cups of belgian hot chocolate and two broken hearts tossed across the table.

“we’ll keep in touch.” she pats his knuckles, pursing her lips, stretching them furthermore in an attempt to enhance her fake smile. but even with that, eita has nothing to say to her. instead, he wiggles his palms, urging her to let go. his reluctance towards her dulls her smile that was a stopgap to begin with.

she swiftly takes her hand back and holds it in air to receive a fist bump. she doesn’t expect him to return this gesture either, but eita pushes his closed fist against hers. soft like a pellet of cotton tending to her wounds. his touch stings, not because it’s forceful like it usually is, but because the absence of enthusiasm is obvious, and the dullness his souls precipitates into with every passing second is palpable enough.

kanao leaves his sight, jogging to unite with her father who is patiently waiting on her to seal her final goodbye. she hollers him to bend to her level, whispering something in his ear. in response, he hands her the guitar that’s too familiar to eita. she takes careful steps back to him, guitar case hanging in her left hand, only making him wonder more and more about what she’s upto. now that they’ve said goodbye, he doesn’t think she needs to come back for a do over.

she hands him the guitar, extending the case further away from her, closer to him, voice barely accounting for a whisper, “take it.”

it’s the same guitar she displayed last year when she chose to open up about her hobby. the same guitar that acted as an inspiration for him to pursue music. the same one that catalyzed the intimacy between the two of them. the same one he learnt to tune his first song on. the same one that made him confirm his feelings for kanao.

as much as he wants to keep it as a reminder of what could’ve been or what was, eita declines, lightly pushing the case away. he knows this isn’t right. no matter how close they were as friends, accepting her guitar as a gift isn’t something he feels worthy of. but more than morals, it’s financial to him. a parting gift would be great compensation from her end, but accepting something so expensive doesn’t seem right when he has nothing to offer himself.

“take it.” she repeats, a little louder this time, pushing the case in his direction, requesting him, “please.”

despite eita’s repudiation, her otosan insists on letting eita have her old guitar, informing him that she has a new one waiting for her at their place in osaka. now, with a gift so expensive sitting in his trembling hands, he thinks it’s only right to respond to her. so far, his emotions have been resisting him from talking to her, believing he might break down if he were to do so, but now with her guitar case bereft in his hand, eita promises, “hey, kanao, i’ll make sure to learn a lot of new songs.”

his voice echoing in her earshot restores a small, soft smile back on her lips, and eita continues, clutching the handle of the case tighter, fingers curling in until the metal leaves a mark on his skin, gulping down the stutter waiting to fall out in order to sound perfectly audible, “so when we meet again, we can play music together.”

the smile etched into her lips spreads apart, and for the first time in the last few days, her curving lips aren’t drenched in deception, and they don’t drip in the pity she’s harboring for herself. hearing eita’s voice clearly for the first time in a month, listening to him addressing herself makes her the happiest she has been since her father broke the news to her.

kanao leaves miyagi. eita stops talking much. the people around him fail to notice the lack of words from him. he was never a talker to begin with, but her absence restricts him furthermore, and he feels it strongly, while everyone around him moves on with their lives, thinking he has always been like that. silent and reserved.

she texts him from tokyo, rambling about her new classmates, and about her she fear of starting conversations because the kids look pretty intimidating. she talks about how tokyo is different from miyagi but all the same, all at once. eita tells her about the new music he learns to play on the guitar she left behind. though he wants to tell her he misses her, that text never goes through, the fear of making things awkward separates his finger from the send button just as quickly as the text was written.

the smile on his face dulls, and whenever okaasan tells him something nice, his lips only extend a millimeter or two at most. the sound of his voice becomes inaudible as ever, and obaasan has the toughest time talking to him, the capacity of her ears withering at the toll of her age. eita, who always laughs at even the stupidest of jokes that takechi spews, stops that. now, only a vague chuckle leaves the space between his lips in response to those.

sometime during winter, the texts from kanao’s end hit a sudden stop. the last she texts him is right before christmas, describing the decorations the city has put up for the occasion. her vibrant texts describing a jolly, red and white osaka are followed by nothing. nothing in terms of content, but everything in terms of emotions, all at once, like the lasting beep of a vitals monitor at a hospital belonging to someone who just died. like the monitor belongs to eita himself. kanao’s promise ends up as a group of empty words. and e m p t y, is exactly what eita feels over the next few months.

somewhere in a small neighborhood in miyagi, where everyone knows each other and rumors spread faster than butter on a slice of bread, the friendship that once blossomed under warm summer skies, quickly withers under the heat of the same sun, succumbing under the pressure of distance.

kanao’s departure breaks eita’s heart.

.

#haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu x you #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu angst #haikyuu #haikyuu anime #haikyuu manga #haikyuu fic #haikyuu headcanons #semi eita #semi x y/n #semi x you #semi x reader #hq semi #shiratorizawa

[ms-amaryllis]

how he confesses

haikyuu boys

Featuring: Sugawara, Oikawa, Semi

The Pretty Setter Squad (1)

Part 2 , Part 3

sugawara koushi

"suga! wanna go on a midnight stroll with me to the park?" you asked the grey haired setter. he nods and gives you his famous angelic smile "sure thing y/n".

you smile back and start to walk going to the park. you and him talk for a few minutes until you reach the park. you sit on the swing and look up at the stars, there wasn't that many but it still looked beautiful.

sugawara sat next to you on the other swing and looked up too. the both of you started swinging a little and you said "count the stars for me" the way you said it was soft so he wasn't sure if he heard you correctly but he did.

he started counting and got to 20, he then looked at you and said "oh, and 21" he gestured to you and you laughed at the cheesy answer.

he smiled at that and the both of you started talking about the most random things. halfway through your conversation you brought out your phone and played music and the song "Best Part" by Daniel Caesar featuring H.E.R got on and he gently held you hand and asked "may I have this dance?" he said with a sly smile.

you blushed a little and nodded. you stood up and he wrapped one arm around your waist and held you hand in the other. you started swaying a little until a certain lyric came up.

he smiled lovingly at you and sang along with the song "I just wanna see how beautiful you are, you know that I see it. I know you're a star. where you go I follow, no matter how far. if life is a movie, oh you're the best part.."

this time he wrapped both if his arms around you and hugged you tight. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he was staring at you. his eyes glanced down on your lips for a split second 'looks so soft, bet it feels soft'

he looked back at your eyes and saw you were also looking down on his lips before going back to his eyes. that's it 'screw it' he leaned down and placed his lips on yours, kissing you.

your eyes widened but you slowly melted at the kiss, closed your eyes and kissed him back his kiss was soft, it's like if he kissed you harder you would break. you turned into putty in his hands.

your heart was doing flips and there were fireworks going off in your head he felt like he was on cloud 9, smiling into the kiss, happy you kissed back.

he slowly pulled away and he opened his eyes to see you smiling up at him. he smiled back and continued the lyrics of the song

"you're the sunshine of my life"

oikawa tooru

"mom, we're just going up to my room" you told your mom and she nodded "alright, i'll call you when dinner is ready okay?" "yes mom" you replied. oikawa flashed a smile at your mother "yes l/n-san!"

she smiled back and waved you two off "ok go on, no funny business, yes?" she said with a teasing tone. you huffed, your cheeks being painted with a tint of pink. "mom!" you groaned and she laughed "i'm teasing, i'm teasing, go"

you shook your head fondly and grabbed oikawa's arm "let's go, tooru" he nodded. you both walked up to your room and you face planted on your bed and groaned, releasing all your exhaustion in one sigh.

the brown haired boy chuckled then closed your door "you okay, y/n-chan?" he asked then sat on your bed. you huffed "i'm exhausted"

he grinned then lay down on your bed. you brought your head up then looked at him "how are you not exhausted?" you asked him, pouting.

"'cause im used to it, you just started managing us boys in the middle of the semester" he told you, then tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

"i'm not even supposed to be exhausted, why did you guys make me run with you?" you whined and played with the hand that reached for your face.

"just 'cause" he says, distracted with the way your gentle touch gives him so much butterflies. "that isn't a solid reason, y'know?" you giggled then glanced at him.

you made eye contact. 'those beautiful eyes' he thought. "have you ever noticed how beautiful your eyes are?" he asked softly while caressing your face.

you blushed lightly at the question then answered "no" he hummed then traced your lips with his thumb "how about your lips?" he asked this time

you blinked then answered with another "no" he sat up slightly and suddenly your faces are so close that you can feel his breath fan your face

you both blushed at the closeness but made no move to back away. "well i have" he says then slowly and gently placed his lips on yours.

you could feel your heart hammering against your chest, it's happening, oikawa tooru is kissing you.

you gently kissed back, after a few seconds you both pulled away and he gave you a lovestruck smile

"and they're fucking beautiful"

semi eita

you knocked on the semi residence and the door opened to reveal semi's mother. "oh, y/n dear! its so nice to see you again, you're here for eita correct?" she smiled at you

you smiled back "yes miss semi, he invited me over for a movie night? possibly might turn sleepover" you informed her and she laughed lightly "yes, he told me. come in darling."

you did as told and removed your shoes at the shoe rack. eita popped from the corner and said "hey y/n, the clothes you left here are at the left side of my closet. if you want a sweater feel free to get one from my side"

you nodded "thanks eita" you smiled and he smiled back slightly "yea, of course. meet me in the kitchen after you change"

he then went to the kitchen and you heard cabinets opening so you assumed he was getting stuff prepared for what he has planned tonight.

you bowed slightly to eita's mother then went on your way to eita's room to change. you opened his closet and picked out some shorts and a simple shirt.

you also got a sweatshirt from his side and put it on. you fixed your hair then went downstairs to meet with the setter.

"what are we doing today sir eita?" you asked playfully when you saw him. he rolled his eyes then said "we're making smores. a different kind though, i saw this one recipe in tiktok so, we're trying that"

you grinned then nodded "alright! im down. after this what movie are we watching?" you asked him while washing your hands and getting ready to help him

"anything you want" he said while placing bread in the glass container that is usually used for baking cakes. you smiled then began helping him

"can we watch rapunzel?" he hummed then said "sure" you smiled happily then started to open the chocolate bars to place on top of the bread

he hid his smile while also placing chocolate bars on top of the bread. then you both placed marshmallows on top of the chocolate and arranged them so that it won't be a mess

once you were done, he placed it in the oven and set a timer for 30 minutes. "follow me" he said then you complied

he went to his basement where he set up a pillow fort with fairy lights and his laptop in the middle of it. a big fluffy blanket for both of you to share and there are drinks at the side of the pillow fort

you gasped "eita! this is so cute. i love it" he huffed "good, i took my sweet time trying to make this stay in place" you giggled at his frowny face then poked it

"yes, yes, thank you mister grumpy pants" his eyebrows furrowed then he picked you up bridal style. you squealed "eita! put me down!" "no" he said in a monotone voice and started walking over to the pillow fort

he moved his laptop with his foot all the while you were giggling uncontrollably. he smiled then dropped you on the blanket and pillows

"oof-" you let out before he dropped on top of you and bear hugged you. "oh no, you're trapped, sorry" he said, obviously unapologetic.

you rolled your eyes "you're a big teddy bear" he rose a brow "am i now?" he questioned and you hummed in response "yup"

it was silent until he said quietly "im your big teddy bear" your eyes widened then you calmed down and played with his hair. "yea.. my big teddy bear"

it was quiet until he abruptly sat up, cupped your face then kissed you. you were surprised for a second but you kissed him back. you exchanged gentle kisses for a minute until you both pulled away

you both panted while looking into each others eyes. he caressed your face, chuckled breathlessly then said

"you make me a whole new type of happy"

(i made semi a little occ im very sorry if you didnt like that)

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu scenarios #oikawa tōru #oikawa x y/n #sugawara koushi #sugawara x reader #semi eita #semi x y/n #pretty setter squad #ahh i dont know if this is good or not hehe #im sorry its so cringy

[boomboomberry7]

Another

Unrequited Love- Semi Eita- Another

You watched from the back, watching the person that once loved you. He was having fun playing his guitar and singing to the lyrics. He looked magnificent doing what he loves. His fingers danced along the strings of the guitar. 

When the concert was coming to an end, Semi spoke up. “Hey, everyone! Its lovely to have everyone of you here today!” The crowd screamed and cheered. “I actually have someone that I want you to meet.” His smile brighten the room, his words were music to your ears. “I want you to meet my girlfriend! The love of my life!” He pointed in the crowd and the light shined on her. He beckoned her to come on the stage. 

When she walked on the stage everyone was awed by her, she was beautiful. 

But that was supposed to be you. 

You walked out of the concert and walked to the near by park.

The love of his life wa supposed to be you. You supported him through everything. You supported him since you guys were in high school. 

You watched his every performance until he got famous, until everything ended. Until you were no longer the love of his life. 

Why though? What happened? 

Fame wasn’t the thing that got into his head. The people around him did.

Flashback

“Hey guys, meet my girlfriend Y/n.” Semi introduced yo to his friends. You guys all chatted and you excused yourself to use the restroom.

When you finished and walked back to the room, you were about to open the door but you heard your name. So you listened in “You sure you want to stay in a relationship? The girl will hold you back from fame.” “He is right Semi-Kun, you should find someone that has a good image not some village girls.” “Yeah, you need a good image in this industry.” “I dropped my girl because she wasn’t dressing up and made my image look bad.” 

Flashback ended

It kept going the insults and the persuading. They all ended up in his head. Then he ended everything without another word.

But they were right. You would only bring him down. You were a nobody with someone who is a somebody. But it hurts you because you were there for him, you loved him. Yet he left just like that. You still love him but now he loves another.

Masterlist

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[satorisoup]

Hello how are youuuu. I was just wondering if you could write a doc with haikyuu players with a gf who they didn’t know could play volleyball be really good at. I know it’s kinda boring but I find it cute.

#HAIKYUU W/ A SECRET VOLLEYBALL GF (MULTIPLE CHARACTER)

#A/N : trust me this isn’t boring at all. ISJWJSJS IKR ITS SO CUTE.

#WARNINGS : f!reader. petnames (baby, babe, love).

finds out by stumbling upon one of your games. the crowd is cheering loudly, and he looks to the court to see whats causing the commotion. low and behold, there you are standing with the ball in your hands adorned with the school’s volleyball uniform. he watches you play from the sidelines and is bewildered to see how incredibly good you are. he doesn’t understand why you would hide it from him, but nonetheless, he finds you after your game. with a shocked look on your face, he bends down to whisper in your ear. “great game, baby.”

KUROO. SUNA. osamu. kageyama. oikawa.

finds out when you’re helping him practice. you’re in the schools volleyball gym after practice, helping toss or hit a few balls. it’s when you ask if he can toss one to you that he begins to feel puzzled. he does so anyways, watching with wide eyes as you spike the ball down in such a perfect form, he’s almost certain you might be better than him. turning to look at him with a sheepish smile, he’s looking back at you before asking, “where the hell did you learn to do that babe?”

ATSUMU. BOKUTO. tanaka. semi. lev. iwaizumi.

he already knew before you even told him. he’s observant, and he couldn’t help but have this hunch that you knew how to play. he’d see the way your eyes would light up when watching games, and how you already knew how everything worked. the cherry on top was the volleyball keychain and poster you had in your room. it didn’t come as much of a surprise to him at all, so before you even told him, he just popped the question out of nowhere. “so how long have you been playing volleyball, love?”

AKAASHI. KENMA. kita. sugawara. ushijima. tendou.

#anime #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x you #satorisoup #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x you #atsumu x y/n #osamu x reader #suna x reader #lev x reader #kita x reader #tendou x y/n #kenma x you #ushijima x reader #semi x reader #tanaka x reader #sugawara x reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #kageyama x reader #haikyuu #oikawa x reader #iwaizumi x you #haikyuu bokuto

[deviljesterlamb]

Solomon, who notices a white hair on your pretty little head. Then is shocked but amazed too by this surprise before him.

Solomon, who lovingly teases you over it, and imagines how you would look with white/silver hair like him.

Solomon, who is trying to look at the positives from this all, but not the negatives. Of you showing your aging quicker/sooner than expected.

Solomon, who fears the days are moving too fast now and wonders if he can bear to watch his beautiful flower. Slowly began to age, and wilt, and die, before him now.

#semi vent post...found another white hair...lol. its very long. #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me solomon #obey me imagine #solomon x y/n #solomon x you #solomon x mc #solomon x reader #obey me mc