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༶•┈┈ shimizu kiyoko x f!reader | slow-burn, coming out, light angst, eventual fluff

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tags / warnings: kinda internalized homophobia, coming out, reader has supportive friends i promise, reader is female and into girls bc the author says so, this is really just a love letter to shimizu kiyoko, this bad boy can fit so much pining in it, i promise there’s a fluffy ending, ocs in the form of minor characters

word count: 3.76k

a/n: an old fic frm my prev blog i forgot to repost, but an anon's ask about my other wlw fic reminded me of this so this is for u <3

summary: The third-years call her Shimizu, Nishinoya and Tanaka call her Kiyoko-san, and the first-years call her senpai. You dream of the day you can call her Kiyoko, even as you know that all it is is a hopeless pipe dream.

(Or: you’ve fallen in love with Shimizu Kiyoko, and it’s both the easiest and hardest thing you’ve ever done.)

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“Shimizu,” Sugawara pokes his head through the doorway, smiling. It fades into a disappointed pout when he realizes that you’re the only one in the classroom.

“I think she went to see the teachers about something,” you offer, looking up from your novel, “I can pass a message on to her, if you’d like.” You keep your voice as light as you can, even as something cold and ugly twists in the pit of your stomach,

“Ah, thank you L/n-san!” Sugawara beams, white and blinding, the corners of his eyes creasing prettily — and you feel nothing. Of course not, you think bitterly, it could never be this easy. But just as Sugawara makes to say something, you catch sight of Shimizu behind him.

“Sugawara-san,” she says, soft and serene, “were you looking for me?” With her hair tangled in some unseen wind and brushing the top of her sweater, silhouetted in the sunlight streaming through the windows of the hall, she’s a vision.

Your stomach drops the way that it hadn’t when Sugawara had smiled at you just moments before, doing a few backflips on the way down for good measure.

“There you are, Shimizu! Daichi asked if—” Sugawara’s voice fades as they move down the hall.

You return to your novel.

(You register nothing. You might as well have never learnt to read Japanese in the first place, with how meaningless the strokes of ink are to you now.

The black words mock you, too stark on their pages.)

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You think you could have fallen for Sugawara. It would have been easy — when he smiles it’s a tangible warmth. It should have been easy, with his kindness, his mischievous eyes.

You could have had a crush on Daichi — the captain with the large hands, steady as the immovable foot of a mountain; the boy who grins like a warning. You know he’ll always be there, in the same instinctive way you know that the earth won’t suddenly fall out from beneath your feet without an explanation. Gravity, and all that. Maybe the crush could have become something more, something fuller.

You could have learnt to love Asahi, who speaks softly like he doesn’t want to break the quiet, who shifts carefully, whose eyes burn when he’s on the court. His gentle smile must be a wonderful thing to wake up to. You wish you were able to long to know what that would feel like.

Perhaps even the boy who sits behind you in class, with the sheepish grin. Or the boy two classes down, who had bought you a candied apple back in first-year, when you’d forgotten to bring your money with you to the summer festival.

But it could never be that easy, could it?

Because it’s not Sugawara, Daichi, or Asahi that you'd fallen in love with; it’s not even the boy who sits behind you or the boy from two classes down, it’s not the boy who bumped into you in the halls just last week, and not the boy you always see at the crossroads on the way to school.

It’s Shimizu Kiyoko, the pretty manager of Karasuno’s guys’ volleyball team. It’s Shimizu, with the rectangled glasses like windows leading to everything you’ve ever wanted, with steel-blue eyes like the sparkle of a stream. She’s the girl in your class who is quiet but not silent, the girl with a mole just below the left corner of her mouth that you want to press your lips to.

You’ve fallen in love with Shimizu Kiyoko, and it’s both the easiest and hardest thing you’ve ever done.

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You were from her middle school.

You remember halfheartedly watching the prefectural qualifiers for track, dragged to attend by a friend that had abandoned you the moment that the boys’ qualifiers had ended.

You hadn’t even been paying attention. Not until the whistle blew, the wind picked up, and suddenly you were — because the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen is sprinting towards you, then past you, and when she leaps over the hurdles it’s like she’s flying.

She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen.

(When the captain of the baseball team stutters as he asks you if you’d like to be his girlfriend, you think of the curves and lines of legs stretched in flight. You think of the there-one-moment, gone-the-next flash of eyes several shades darker than a spring sky, and you say, I’m sorry, but no.)

About a year later, when you wander into Karasuno’s halls and catch a glimpse of dark hair framing twilight eyes and a mole on the left corner of a mouth, you’re equal parts despairing and delighted.

You tell yourself it’s because you love the way she runs, the way she jumps over the hurdles like they were made solely for her to overcome.

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Kiyoko remembers a face in the crowd, shocked and flushed. A bottle half-raised to parted lips under the sun.

She doesn’t know why it’s such a clear memory. She shouldn’t have had the time or the focus to pay much attention to the bystanders beyond the cheers.

She doesn’t know why she remembers you, but she does, and when Kiyoko walks into her new classroom in third-year to see you staring out the window, her heart sings and suddenly it’s like she’s back on that red track with the wind under her feet again.

She wonders if you remember, too.

She decides it’s too awkward a question to ask. She doesn’t even run track anymore, after all.

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It’s like a guillotine. Your (unforgivable) love for her hangs over your head like a death sentence, and you’re so tired of walking around too afraid to even breathe for fear of your head sighing right off, that you wish it would just drop already.

At least it’d be a swift death, not — not whatever this is.

“L/n-san,” Shimizu says, and you startle, nearly dropping the paintbrush in your hand, “could you pass me the paint?”

“Yeah, sure,” you reply, voice strained, and reach over the banner to hand it to her. Her fingers brush against yours, and you barely manage to keep yourself from jolting. Still, you pull away from her in a swift motion, as if burnt.

(You are. Your body is alight where her fingers have grazed, your skin is tingling and electrical, and your blood is pounding so loudly in your ears that you’re worried you might faint and mess up the newly-repainted Karasuno banner.)

“Thank you for helping me with this, L/n-san,” Shimizu continues serenely, as if she hasn’t just nearly sent you into cardiac arrest. You force yourself to keep painting, slathering a new coat of black paint over a faded portion of the banner.

Her hair has been pulled into a ponytail to keep it out of her face, but there’s a single strand that has snuck out of the hair tie.

You try not to stare too blatantly as Shimizu tucks it behind her ear. The shell of her ear is round and graceful, and wow, you’re really hopeless, if you’re this gone for just her ear.

Not just her ear, a voice in your head pipes up unhelpfully, look at her fingers — long like a pianist’s, but they must be rough from her years doing track; don’t you want to know how they feel in your hands?

(Yes, yes you do. You want to know what they look like laced in yours. You want to know if they’ll feel soft resting on your hip when you wake up in the morning, or if the scratch of her callouses will be a reassuring friction. You want and you want and you want—

— And that’s all it’ll ever be.

The nice things you dream of aren’t yours to keep.)

“It’s not a problem,” you manage to choke out. Then, because you’re selfish and your mouth is traitorous, “You can call me Y/n.”

Shimizu smiles. “Still,” she starts, and your heart is in your throat, if you swallow it wrong you’re going to die, you just know it, “thank you, Y/n-chan. You can call me Kiyoko, too.”

Your breath stops halfway into your lungs. Your heart shudders, rises.

Everything fades till it’s just you and Kiyoko, and the brush in your hand, in an empty clubroom of a mostly-empty school. The Karasuno banner with the kanji for fly stretches between you, and you want, you want so much that it hollows you from the inside out.

Y/n-chan, you think dazedly, not san, but chan.

“You’re welcome, Kiyoko-chan,” you hear yourself say, and it’s so close to what you want that your heart seizes in your chest, but still—

— Still nothing. This is the best you’ll ever get, this is already more than you could have hoped for, and it should be enough.

(You wonder if you’ll ever get to call her Kiyoko. No honourifics.)

The strand of hair falls into her face again, brushing her cheekbones and cradling her jaw the way your hands, tingling with longing, yearn to.

It’s awfully distracting.

(You wonder how your first name will sound from her lips. No honourifics.)

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You see them the moment you step out of your classroom.

Their heads are bowed over a notebook that’s worn and creased. As you watch, Daichi's face lights up as he points out something excitedly. Shimizu cracks a smile at whatever he says.

(You shouldn’t be surprised. You’d always known something like this would happen. It had only ever been a matter of time.

It doesn’t stop it from hurting so damn much.)

“Y/n-chan!” One of your friends, Akiko, skips backwards to loop her arm through yours. Her gaze snaps to the pair you’d been looking at, and you see the exact, terrible moment that realization dawns on her.

“I didn’t know that you liked someone,” she whispers, gleeful and conspiratorial, and your heart stops in your chest, bobbing in the rising panic, because she can't know, no one must know — what would your parents say if the word got out?

Then Akiko says, “Sawamura-kun, huh? I always did think you’d be the type to go for the sporty ones.”

She doesn’t know.

Akiko doesn't know that it’s Shimizu you'd been looking at, she doesn’t know that it’s Sawamura, not Shimizu, that you’d been jealous of.

It should put you at ease — after all, no one must know.

Right?

(It hurts. You’re so tired of pretending.)

You force a smile. It’s strained, but you hope that Akiko will take it as you being sheepish.

“I guess I do like the sporty ones,” you say, laughing helplessly. You swallow the, did you know that Shimizu ran track in middle school? The words, did you know that her legs are wings, did you know that her eyes burn under the sunlight, that her hair cuts the wind like a knife through fruit as she runs? snag in your throat.

(You do. You know the way she looks with her hair plastered to her neck with sweat. You know the exact arch of her back and the strong line of her jaw as she leaps over the hurdles.)

Akiko laughs, so loud it fills the hallway.

(You miss the way Shimizu’s eyes snap to your back as you retreat down the hallway with Akiko’s arm around your shoulder. You miss the way Sawamura nudges her lightly, grinning, when he realizes who she’s looking at.

You miss Shimizu’s blush at your name.)

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“It’s Shimizu-san, isn’t it?”

Your pen freezes, midway through the kanji for fly.

Chie waits patiently as you attempt to glue the pieces of your mind into some semblance of functionality.

“What do you mean?” You ask finally, pen moving again. Stupid literature homework.

“The one you like,” your best friend clarifies, and your mind screeches to a halt with terror, “it's Shimizu-san, isn’t it?”

You jerk, the action drawing a short, jagged line down the page. Breathe, you remind yourself, fingers white-knuckled around the pen still in your grip, at least she isn’t screaming yet.

“Oh, Kiyoko-chan?” You try to buy some time as your mind somersaults for some believable reply. Unfortunately, it comes out strangled, rather than the casual tone you’d been aiming for. “Of course not, Chie-chan.”

You laugh. It sounds broken to you, sharp-edged and mocking. “Don’t be ridiculous,” you say, and your voice breaks on ridiculous as you reach within your chest to dig a serrated knife into your heart, “we’re both girls.”

Chie just smiles, and it's so accepting that you have to look away.

You don’t get to have nice things, you remind yourself. It won’t hurt as much if you don’t get your hopes up in the first place.

“Love is love,” your best friend says softly, “and we don’t exactly get to choose.”

She covers your hand, the one holding the pen in a death grip, with her own. It’s warm.

“We’re all humans, and we all love other humans — isn’t that enough?”

You look up at her. It can’t be this easy, you think desperately, even as your heart aches and aches and aches for something you've wanted for so long, just within grasp. I’m not allowed to have nice things.

Except Chie is looking at you the same way that she’s looked at you for years, the same way that she had back in middle school as she’d dragged you to the prefectural qualifiers for track just so she wouldn’t be alone when she gave her homemade bento to a boy.

You set your pen down.

“I like Kiyoko-chan,” the words slip out of you like a bird finally out of the cage, a confession, “I think I’ve liked her since that track competition in middle school.” The words are freeing as they leave your lips in a way that you have never let them before.

Chie’s eyes crinkle at the corners when she smiles. “I know,” she says simply, “you look at her the way he used to look at me.”

You’ve never felt as warm as you do now, in an empty classroom with your literature homework half-finished and your best friend’s hand over yours.

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It’s spring, and the cherry blossoms are in full bloom.

“So,” you start awkwardly, hoping you’re not flushing as hard as you feel you are, “did they like the banner?”

Shimizu smiles. Your heart stops. You try to busy your hands by sweeping up a nonexistent clump of dust.

“They did,” she says musingly after a moment, “some of them cried a little.”

You would too, even if all Shimizu had done was inform you that you’d failed midterms and would be spending the mid-year school break at remedial classes.

“Was it your juniors? You know, the two who are always jumping around you?” Was it Sawamura, you want to ask, was it Sugawara, was it Asahi?

“Oh, Nishinoya-kun and Tanaka-kun.” There’s a fondness to her words, and you try to keep your disappointment off your face. “I think so.”

“Ah,” you say intelligently. Guess the competition’s not just the third-years, huh.

“Y/n-chan,” Shimizu says, and it takes you every effort to keep breathing, “I know I've said it before, but thank you for helping me with the banner. It made them really happy.”

You flush all the way to your toes. Your neck feels so hot you think you might be running a fever. “That’s,” you stumble over your tongue, “that's great,” you finish lamely. Then, because you’re masochistic, “I was free anyway, and it was fun.”

“Was it? I’m glad.” You dare a glance out of the corner of her eye. Shimizu is smiling as she cleans the blackboard, and your heart has reached its limit, thank you for your service, old friend.

There’s silence again, and you shuffle across the classroom, sweeping up crumpled notes and nonexistent dust clumps.

You’re heading to the bin at the front of the classroom to clear your dustpan when it happens.

Your foot catches on the leg of a table, and your hands, full with the broom and the dustpan, can’t catch onto the edge of the table in time.

Someone grips your arm, and you stumble into Shimizu’s shoulder.

The world spins to a halt.

“Y/n-chan,” oh no, Shimizu is very, very close, “are you alright?” She smells like spring, faint and flowery and honeyed, and your head is going faint.

If you lean in just a little more, your noses will touch.

And if you lean in just a little further than that—

“Y/n-chan,” Shimizu repeats, and you vaguely register that she sounds amused, “is there something on my mouth?”

No, but there should be. Like, my mouth. You’re overcome with guilt the moment you think those words.

You yank yourself out of her grasp, pulling your gaze downwards to see that the dustpan has been upended in the chaos.

“Nope, nope, I’m fine, your mouth is fine, everything is fine,” you babble, looking anywhere but at her, “You’re really amazing, Shimizu-chan! Catching me like that.”

When she doesn’t say anything, you pause, glancing over.

She smiles as your eyes meet hers, and you have the distinct feeling that you must have misstepped somewhere, misread something.

“Y/n-chan,” Shimizu leans forwards and into your space, “what do you want?“

“What?” Your voice rises and breaks. What’s going on, you want to ask, but the words are stuck on the roof of your mouth, why are you looking at me like that.

Shimizu’s eyes shine as she leans just a fraction closer. “I’ve seen you looking, you know”, she says softly, and your limbs are ice, your blood lead in your veins.

“I don’t mind,” she assures you, and your brain short-circuits, because — what does that even mean? You feel a little like screaming.

“So what is it that you want, Y/n-chan?”

What do you want? Your mind swims. Shimizu has seen you looking. Shimizu doesn’t mind.

Shimizu is asking you what you want.

This is either a cruel, cruel prank, or a nightmare of your wildest dreams come true. You know that Shimizu isn’t someone who’d pull the former.

There is so much that you want — you want to wake up with your legs tangled with hers, you want to kiss her at the finish line. You want to visit her during volleyball practice to give her a bottle of her own, you want to hold her hand on the road home—

“I want,” your voice comes out small and wrecked, and you lick your suddenly-dry lips as you search for the courage to answer, “I want you to call me Y/n.”

Shimizu smiles encouragingly, and it’s the first rays of dawn seeping through the fabric of night. “Is that the only thing that you want, Y/n?”

Your name is beautiful coming from her mouth. It’s sweet and pure, snow melting in the first days of spring.

“I want to call you Kiyoko,” you continue, still not quite convinced you haven’t somehow knocked yourself out and this is all just a dream, “I want — I want to hold your hand.”

Shimizu takes your hand in hers. Her palms are soft — the callouses on her fingers rub soothing circles onto your skin. “You can call me Kiyoko,” she says, softly, gently, “and you can hold my hand.” Her eyes are so achingly kind, so heartbreakingly open when they look into yours that your own grow wet with unshed tears.

I want to kiss you.

It presses against your lips, begging to be let out — but you can’t. Even assuming that this isn’t a dream, you don’t know why Shimizu hasn’t stormed out of the classroom yet, why she hasn’t flung your hand aside like something filthy she’d stepped into on the street.

You don’t know why she keeps looking at you the way Chie had looked at you that afternoon, the way Chie had looked at that boy from track three years ago. You don’t know, and you’re too terrified to find out, but you want, desperately, to keep it.

I just want this one nice thing.

Shimizu’s free hand comes up to cup your cheek. Her eyes look searchingly into your own, which are probably blown-wide with shock, and you’re drowning in the steel-blue, in the twilight spring sky.

“I want those things too,” the girl with the rectangled glasses and the mole below the left corner of her mouth says, “and I want to kiss you too. Can I?”

(You wonder what your mother would say if she saw you now.

You wonder if she’ll still let you sit at the same table for dinner, or if she’ll bundle you off to somewhere far away from Miyagi, somewhere where Karasuno’s pretty manager of the guys’ volleyball team will be nothing more than a pipe dream, a distant memory.

But you’ve wanted for so long, that same small voice that had pointed out Shimizu’s fingers a lifetime ago says, can’t you just let yourself have this one nice thing?

Your mother isn’t here now.

But Kiyoko is.)

“Okay,” you breathe, and are treated to the sight of Shimizu leaning in, lashes fluttering, that one strand falling from its place behind her ear—

—It presses a line against your palm as you bring your hand up to cradle her jaw just the way that you’d wanted to, that afternoon spent painting the banner in Karasuno’s empty clubroom.

It’s spring. The cherry blossoms are in full bloom outside of your classroom.

It’s spring, and you’re kissing Shimizu Kiyoko with her hand in your hair and yours on her cheek. Shimizu — no, Kiyoko against you the same way that kanji strokes tuck neatly into each other, and you’re crying, just a little, because she’s smiling against your lips and this is every nice thing you’ve ever wanted but never had.

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When you explain, haltingly, to your friends, Chie smiles, knowing and satisfied. Akiko pinwheels between apologising and cooing over the way you’ve hooked your pinkie finger with Kiyoko’s.

Daichi flashes you a thumbs-up when you wander into the gym during volleyball practice. Asahi offers an awkward wave, Sugawara slaps you so hard on the back you swear you feel the ache for days. Nishinoya and Tanaka adopt you into the Shimizu Kiyoko Fanclub.

It’s spring, and you’re learning that you get to keep nice things too, like everyone else.

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FALL4U

PAIRING: Shimizu Kiyoko/Reader

CONTENT: Barbie Princess Charm School AU (although school isn’t specified as anything other than prestigious fancy rich ppl school), clumsy reader, cheesy pick-up lines, minor injury

WORD COUNT: 2.5k

I. Fall4U

Your suitcase strikes the floor first, and then follows you, though not as gracefully as you would have liked on your first day at a new school.

You swear you aren’t normally this clumsy. You’ve served customers since the day you could walk; you’re used to having to balance an assortment of items. Sure, you’ve tripped and stumbled and dropped a couple things here and there, but that was back then when you were first starting and you were always lucky enough to never have actually broken a dish in your life.

You suppose all your luck had run out the moment after your name was pulled out from that lottery thing on television and you were swept away in a fancy horse-drawn carriage from the outskirts of the kingdom all the way to the prestigious school in the heart of Gardania because in all your years of living, this may just be your most embarrassing moment: you just ate shit in front of a pretty girl — no, correction, the prettiest girl you’ve ever laid eyes on.

Once this moment registers in your brain, you’re quick to scramble to your feet, wiping the dirt from the pavement off your now dishevelled clothes, and then you offer an awkward smile at the stranger in front of you.

The silence is deafening, which sounds ironic but it’s true. The silence is so…. silent that you wish to turn right around, hop back in that chariot, and go home, but unfortunately for you, the carriage was already long gone as soon as you stepped foot onto the pavement and tripped over nothing.

You feel the gaze of the stranger move from your face (which probably has some dirt on it too — shit, you didn’t think about that) to the very noticeable stain on your apron from your earlier attempt to pour yourself a cup of tea during the bumpy carriage ride (not a good idea) and then finally to your suitcase, which is a little beaten up from your fall but nonetheless intact.

The stranger finally breaks the silence. “Are you the new student?” she asks.

It’s a simple yes or no question, and you already know the correct answer, yet you don’t quite trust yourself to speak in fear of saying something so stupid that the stranger takes it up to authorities (“Hey, are you sure about letting this weirdo into our school?”) and you get blacklisted from the school.

You take too long to speak up because soon enough, a smile appears on her face and the stranger talks again.

“I take it that you are the new student. Welcome to the school, I’m Shimizu Kiyoko.” She sticks out a hand for you to shake; you do so with sweaty palms and trembling fingers.

“I’m, uh,” you start off intelligently, “[L/N] [Y/N]. Nice to meet you, Shimizu.”

You’re sure that your voice cracked somewhere in your introduction even though you’re way past the era of puberty.

“It’s nice to meet you as well — ah, sorry.” Shimizu stops as though a sudden thought came to her, and a look of concern crosses her. “I should’ve asked earlier, are you hurt?”

“Yeah, actually. I scraped my elbow really badly falling for you,” you say smoothly, emphasising your pain by wincing and clutching your right elbow. In all honesty, you feel almost completely fine besides your damaged dignity (not that you had any to begin with) and maybe a couple bruises here and there. However, if it means you get to spend some more time with this stranger, you’re willing to exaggerate a little bit. “So could you take me to the infirmary? If there’s one in this school.”

“Sure thing, follow me.” Pause. An amused smile creeps onto her face once again as you start to pick up your suitcase from the ground. “Just be careful not to trip on our way there. Wouldn’t want you falling for anybody else.”

II. Fall4U (Again)

"Head up, no slouching," the teacher instructs. "Start with one book, you can add more later once you begin to get the hang of it, and now glide! Smoothly, gracefully. And when I say gracefully, [L/N], I mean your face too."

"What's wrong with my face?"

"Please. You look constipated. You're supposed to be practicing poise, so you have to rela—"

Sure enough, you trip and fall again in the same way you did the first time you met Shimizu Kiyoko — you trip over literal air molecules and fall to your demise with your limbs flailing and all like a newborn giraffe walking for the first time — although this time it's the textbook you're supposed to be balancing on your head that strikes the floor first.

And then you. (Hurray!)

You're starting to consider that maybe this environment — this very prestigious, fancy-schmancy, "Head up, no slouching! You gotta gliiiiide!" sort of environment — just isn't made for you because you swear you're not normally this clumsy; you've never broken a dish in your life.

However, your first mistake was foolishly thinking that your experience in balancing trays of plates and cups and all other sorts of items back at your family's café would count for something in this class where you have to practice poise. Of course, you've never done it on your head, which is exactly what you had to do just now: balance a textbook on your head and walk, no sorry, glide around the room without dropping it.

Your second mistake is looking up. In front of you is the teacher, who, unfortunately for you, looks a little less than impressed. Standing beside the teacher is Shimizu, who you've learned during an earlier conversation with your two new roommates is one of the school's top students and who is also the first and only one to offer to help you up.

Ah, shit. Not again is all you can think as you take her hand.

"I've learned from my mistake the first time," Shimizu quips with a small smile once you're no longer sprawled out on the ground. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm okay," you answer. After hearing your answer and confirming with their own eyes that you are at least externally okay, the teacher goes to observe and criticise the other students. However, Shimizu remains in front of you, slightly unconvinced since it was sort of a nasty fall. You move your head and arms around to show that your joints are still working... or something. Actually, you're not too sure what you're doing at this point. You probably hit your head a little too hard when you fell, and maybe that explains what you're about to say next. "What about you, are you hurt?"

A confused expression crosses her face. "What do you mean? I didn't fall."

"Of course you did. Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?"

Perhaps your execution of that line could've been a lot smoother, but it's out now and there's nothing you can do to take it back. You just gotta hope that it works and that it doesn't result in you becoming some sort of leech repellent for the next few years and suddenly no one wants to be within a three-foot radius of you (not that your classmates are leeches).

Although you can see the corners of her mouth begin to quirk up, Shimizu is quick to mask her amusement with a seemingly disinterested sigh.

"Not as much as that line. I've heard it too many times, though I appreciate your effort," she responds. "And no, I didn't fall from heaven."

"Well, wherever it is that you fell from — heaven, space, a tree, or whatever — I'd still say the best way to fall is in love with me."

"Are you sure it isn't the other way around? Given that you've fallen in front of me multiple times."

"I—"

The teacher approaches the two of you upon finally realising you've both gotten distracted and clears their throat, interrupting the delivery of your next pick-up line. "Are you two done? Class has not ended just because you fell, [L/N]."

"Sorry."

Shimizu hands you your book, which you reluctantly take and hover over your head. She follows behind you, and right as you start to walk once again with the textbook balanced atop your head, she leans in close to your ear, whispering, "Professor was right."

"About?"

"You do look constipated."

"I can't help it if my concentration face makes me look constipated!"

"I know. Just relax a bit on the outside, but don't lose focus. Otherwise, you'll trip and embarrass yourself in front of everyone again."

"It's hard to do that when you're this close to me, but I wouldn't mind falling again if it's for you."

Shimizu lets out an amused sigh. "You're still going? Charming, aren't you."

"Thanks, I—"

Thud!

No surprise you’ve fallen again.

III. Kiss My Injury

“You’re always falling, I’m becoming a bit concerned for you, [Y/N],” Shimizu Kiyoko muses as she presses a warm, soapy cloth to your elbow. You wince slightly at the sting, to which she mumbles out an apology even though it’s not really her fault you’ve injured yourself falling again.

It turns out that your lie from the first time you met her had come to bite you in the ass because lo and behold, you’re now sitting on one of the daybeds in the infirmary with an actually scraped elbow along with a maybe sprained ankle after tumbling down a flight of stairs. You take a glance down at the wound once Shimizu finishes cleaning up the blood, and oh boy. You’re positive that there’ll still be a scar even once it’s healed.

“I see that look on your face. It’s not that bad,” the spectacled girl tries to reassure you as she stands up from her seat on the rolly chair beside you to search through the cabinets for some bandages. Usually, there’s an in-school nurse who helps the injured students instead of, well, the students themselves, but they’re nowhere to be found at the moment, most likely running errands or something, so you’re stuck with the girl who was quick to help you up after witnessing you fall tragically down the stairs and take you to the infirmary immediately, though not that you’re complaining.

“I don’t know about your ankle though. Think we need a professional for that, but for now — ” she taps the side of your elbow, careful not to touch the scraped area — “let’s focus on fixing this up.”

The first thought that comes to you as she bandages up your injury is that this is oddly intimate, especially now that you’re practically breathing on each other. You’re close enough that, if you really felt like it, you could count her eyelashes one by one, and the dim lighting doesn’t help either; in fact, you think it somehow further highlights Shimizu’s beauty, making her look more like an out-of-this-world beauty than usual (in a good way).

“Okay,” she mumbles and then more loudly, “all done.”

“Thank you, Kiyoko,” you say genuinely, gazing her with stars in your eyes and a beam on your face. Before you can start to shower her with praise on how she practically just saved your life, Shimizu cuts in with a frown on her face.

“I’m not too sure how to treat your ankle, so we’ll have to wait until the nurse comes back, but I don’t know when that’ll be.”

“Oh, yeah. You are so right.” With an eager nod, you scratch a nonexistent itch near your base of your neck, and suddenly an idea manifests in your head right as Kiyoko stands up.

“Maybe I should go try and find—“

“Hey, wait. You wanna know something?” you start with a lilt in your voice, placing a hand beside your mouth as if you’re about to spill the biggest secret that no one else but you two are allowed to hear, even though there are no witnesses in this tiny office. Rightfully so, Shimizu gives you a questioning look as she sits back down. You take a strand of her hair to twirl around your finger.

Shimizu would like to consider patience as one of her best traits, but you’re taking a while to get to the point. “What is it?” she asks with the tiniest bit of vexation.

After a short pause, you snap out of your daze. “Oh, right. I heard that if you kiss the injury, the pain’ll go away. Like the saying: only true love’s kiss will break the spell, or whatever.”

Shimizu blankly stares at you for a moment, unable to discern whether or not you’re joking. “[Y/N], that’s weird,” she finally concludes. “I’m not kissing your elbow.”

“I mean, you could kiss my ankle instead if you’re more into that.”

The corners of her mouth twist up, just barely, which honestly makes you think she might consider. However, much to your disappointment —

“I’m not kissing your ankle either.”

“Man…” you cry woefully, grabbing a fistful of the air as if it comforts you in some way. Shimizu decides to ignore your terrible acting, but she appreciates your effort nonetheless.

Slumping in an overdramatic manner against the wall, you can only watch as she leans back and kicks her legs against the floor, spinning herself in the rolly chair around the office for no other reason than pure boredom.

“Rejection hurts, doesn’t it,” she teases. She moves from one corner to the next and then comes to a stop right next to the daybed you’re currently lying on. You give a half-hearted nod, not bothering to move from your rather comfortable yet unflattering position, even if it’ll give you a billion different neck problems. “[Y/N], I’m not rejecting you because I don’t like you.”

You perk up at this. You abruptly sit up before wincing, remembering your ankle.

“What?” Your voice comes out sounding strained like all the air has been knocked out of you.

“I like you a lot, actually. More than I’d like to admit,” she continues, speaking the last part a bit too hastily. “But with how often you flirt with me, I’m not too sure if you’re joking or not.”

You open your mouth to speak and then quickly close it when you find that you’re at a complete loss of words. This series of actions continues twice more, making you appear like a fish out of water, before you open your mouth and something finally comes out that luckily isn’t bile from the nausea you’re suddenly feeling.

“I’m not joking at all. Did you really think that?” you ask, hoping to not reveal any hint of nervousness. “Kiyoko, my feelings and attraction toward you are real. I would be more than happy — and lucky — if you reciprocate.”

She smiles; it’s a genuine one, teeth and all, not like many of the subtle, closed-mouth smiles you’ve become acquainted with over these past few weeks, but regardless, you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

“That’s all I needed to hear.” With a hand placed gently on the back of your head pulling you closer, Kiyoko lands a chaste kiss on your cheek before whispering in your ear, “I’ll go fetch the nurse now.”

#haikyuu x reader #kiyoko x reader #shimizu kiyoko x reader #shimizu kiyoko #229ZMI

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offbrandkyoya · 11 days

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HOW TO GET A LOVER - kageyama tobio x reader

summary: kageyama has a crush on you and tries to win your heart with the help of his friends

pairing: kageyama tobio x reader

genre/tags: smau, high school, love at first sight? miscommunication, hard pinning, comedy, volleyball talk

warning: swearing, kys jokes, nsfw jokes

taglist: open!

note: this doesn’t follow the hq timeline

profiles

[1] freaky kageyama

[2] no name no game

[3] step 1: name

[4] cookie and milk

[5] milk chan irl

[6] date?

[7] abort mission

[8] like

[9] still step 1

[10] wait a minute

more to be added…

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tsxkkis · 8 months

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# random relationship stuff w/ haikyuu

a/n = i finally have more time to write and i'm gonna use it as much as i can before school starts

with = karasuno 3rd years (daichi sawamura, sugawara koushi, asahi azumane, kiyoko shimizu)

warnings = a teeny tiny bit suggestive for daichi, like one swear word? nothing else.

daichi sawamura

"haven't we forgotten anything, love?" daichi's voice echoed from inside the bathroom, hurriedly brushing his teeth as he tried his best to button his shirt at the same time.

he was as stressed as ever at this moment. you planned this trip together almost two months ago now, and yet it felt like he left everything for the last minute.

he loosened up when he felt you wrapping your arms around him from behind, a sweet kiss left on the back of his neck as you drew small circles with your thumb, calming him down.

"we still have an hour till the train comes, daichi." you whispered, gently smiling at his reflection in the mirror. "the train station is a five-minute walk from here. no need to rush, sweetheart."

daichi's heart almost melted hearing the nickname fall from your lips. unlike him, you were never big on using pet names, but you would do it from time to time, especially if it was to make him calm down. and, to no surprise, it always worked on him. this time was no different; a big, warm smile crept onto his face as he turned to face you, his hands swiftly finding their way to your waist.

he leaned in, gently pulling you closer to him, with little to no space between your bodies as his lips captured yours, and you could feel the tension leaving his body with the kiss.

"there's no need to panic." you murmured between kisses, your right hand going up to cup his cheek, giving it a gentle squeeze. "i love you, daichi, but we need to find a quick solution to relieve your stress sometimes."

an idea popped into daichi's head, one that he definitely shouldn't think about, and you quickly caught up on what he was thinking, slapping him on the shoulder.

"hey! i didn't mean it that way. weirdo."

the boy laughed, planting a quick kiss on your cheek and smiling at you, a sight that always made your stomach full of butterflies, no matter how long you've been dating him already.

"i know, love." his hand reached out to gently ruffle your hair, gaining a huff from you in response. "it'll be hard to recover from the amount of stress kageyama and hinata gave me over this past year."

a chuckle left your lips as both of you exited the bathroom, sitting down on the edge of his bed, your eyes roaming around his room, tidy as ever. of course, it would be. daichi would never leave his room dirty before leaving for a longer time. he loved when everything was shiny and clean, and his room was a perfect depiction of that.

"we can go there earlier if that'll help calm your nerves more." his head turned towards you as he heard your suggestion, nodding quickly as an answer. "i'll buy us something to drink before we get there."

he gave you a knowing look, and you were ready to hear what he was about to say, his taller figure standing up, fingers intertwined with yours as he gently helped you get up, his other hand already grabbing your suitcase.

"love, if you think you're paying for anything on this trip, you're very wrong."

sugawara koushi

"honey, i think you messed the recipes up." sugawara stopped in his tracks at your words, a terrified look on your face as he turned towards you, his smile dropping in an instant.

he wanted to do something nice for today. after all, meeting your parents for the first time is a very important situation; one that requires a lot of effort from him to make himself look good in their eyes, so that when he leaves they can congratulate their kid on how good of a partner they found for themselves. so, to appear as a great boyfriend material, baking a cake for your family would be the right think to do, right?

wrong.

"what do you mean?" he mumbled the words, the bowl of cake batter in his hands, ready to pour it into the form. you smiled at him, taking a few steps towards him, your hands gently grabbing his and putting the bowl down on the kitchen counter.

"koushi, how many eggs did you add to the cake?" your question echoed through the kitchen, and he felt a wave of embarrassment go over him as he realized just how big of a mistake he made. his face turned a bright shade of red as he looked down, an awkward smile finding its way onto his face.

"four." sugawara whispered, just loud enough for you to hear, a sigh escaping your lips right after. he didn't expect to hear you laugh right after, a short, rather quiet laugh escaping your lips as you leaned in towards him, ruffling his hair.

"you messed up the proportions, suga." your words sounded gentle and warm, no signs of disappointment or annoyance in your voice, which he greatly appreciated. "it was supposed to be two eggs for that amount of cake batter."

a frown appeared on his face, a wave of sadness hovering over him as he realized that his best attempt to impress your parents had just failed. he took a deep breath, exhaling loudly before looking up at you, his expression making your smile drop.

"i just messed up my chance for your parents to like me." he mumbled, both of your hands resting on his arms as you slowly rubbed circles with your thumbs. "what am i supposed to do now?"

"honey, they already love you."

you laughed softly, hand caressing his hair as you smiled at him, a questioning look on his face as he waited for you to explain just what you meant exactly by your previous words.

"they had to listen me talking about you so many times, i think they know more about you than you do about yourself at this point." she giggled, seeing as his eyes slowly lit up hearing her explanation. "i even showed them pictures from some of our dates. they're amazed by how much of a gentleman you are, and i had to listen to my dad blabbering about how he finally has a future son in law material. you don't have to do anything to make them like you, believe me."

relief washed over him like a wave of fresh air as sigawara let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding in, a sweet smile appearing on her face. he leaned in to press a quick kiss to your forehead, a silent thank you for helping him with his overthinking, very simple but also very meaningful for the two of you.

"i'm glad to hear that." he said, his signature smile back on his face as he ran his hand through his hair. "i am still buying flowers and chocolates for your parents on our way there, though."

you laughed, your hand squeezing his.

"alright, mr. gentleman."

asahi azumane

"here, let me help you with that." asahi popped up on your side the moment you entered his house, the sweetest smile ever gracing his face as he quickly took the bags from your hands, carrying them towards his room.

his mom let you in a few minutes ago since the brown-haired boy was currently occupying the bathroom at that time, and she knew that if she hears the doorbell on a weekend afternoon, the only person who could be standing behind the door was you. it was a tradition of some sort; every weekend you would stay over for the night, preparing a list of movies to watch with sugawara until you're too tired to keep your eyes opened.

"what genre are we watching today?" his voice reached you from behind the doorframe as you walked towards his room, grabbing a piece of your hair that just wouldn't stop falling down in front of your eyes. seeing the big grin on your face as you entered his room, the list of movies you chose opened on your phone, he already knew what the answer was.

horror movies.

they were your favorite, of course you'd use every possible occasion to watch them with your boyfriend. except that meant that asahi had to pretend like he definitely isn't scared of whatever is happening in the movie.

he was good with slasher movies. they didn't scare him almost at all, only making him jump a bit here and there if there was an overly bloody scene with too much gore. but paranormal horror movies with ghosts and demons? that was a whole different story.

and as if he just ran out of luck, that was exactly what you chose for today.

fuck.

both of you were sitting down on his bed, asahi's head resting on your arm as he did his best at pretending that the happenings in second installment of the conjuring franchise didn't scare the absolute shit out of him. your eyes were focused on the screen, laughing when a very obvious jump scare happened in the movie.

you turned your head towards your boyfriend only to find his face absolutely pale, the color of his skin reminding you of that of a dead body. reaching for the remote to pause the movie, your hand went down to his to give it a gentle squeeze, a concerned look on your face.

"you know, i would laugh at how scared you got, but you genuinely look like something just sucked the life out of you." your words were quiet, a hint of humor in your voice as you gently smiled at him. "we don't have to watch it, if you don't want to."

asahi quickly shook his head.

"i know you really wanted to watch it with me." he said, an awkward laugh escaping his lips as his hand went up to scratch his neck, his hair getting in the way as he decided to let it loose for today. "i'll survive it for your sake."

"you're the sweetest, azumane." you leaned in to gave him a quick peck on the top of his nose, his cheeks flushing a bright shade of pink. "if you get through this movie with me, i'll get you a thousand kisses."

his eyes lit up at your words, a big smile growing on his face, as he suddenly seemed to be very determined to watch it.

"let's continue the movie, then. i can't wait to get my reward."

kiyoko shimizu

"can you give me your hand for a second?"

kiyoko adjusted the strap of her tank top, which seemed to fall from her arm when she was focused on her work, a small yet genuine smile on her face as she turned to face you. her hair was tied up in a high ponytail in an attempt to make the hot weather a little less unbearable.

you stood up from the bed, putting your laptop down as you walked over to her, sticking your hand in front of you the whole way, even though she could only grab it once you were already at her desk.

it was something that you always loved about shimizu; the two of you didn't have to necessarily do something together to enjoy each other's presence. of course, there was no end to cute dates like picnics or going to every single cafe around town between you two. but sometimes what you enjoyed most were the moments where you two could just sit in silence, both occupied with your own things, yet still deciding to find a way to do them together.

"what're you up to this time, hm?" your voice sounded soft, your eyes roaming around the black-haired girl's desk which was full of different charms, beads, and whatnot. even though it all seemed to be a mess, you managed to distinguish the two color stories that she chose for her next craft.

her free hand picked up what seemed to be a bracelet, one she hasn't finished yet, her other hand grabbing the other end carefully so as to not let any beads fall off. you observed closely as she put it on your hand, wrapping it around to measure if she got the length correctly. you didn't miss how her smile grew just a tad bit more as she realized she measured it perfectly, a satisfied huff coming out of her lips.

"give me two minutes, and i'll be ready to show you." she adjusted the glasses on her nose, hand gently squeezing yours for just a second before she turned back to her work, grabbing a few additional things from the desk. you smiled, leaning over her chair to watch what she was about to do, eyes carefully scanning her every move. normally, kiyoko would hate if someone just stood over her like that and interrupted her peace, especially if she was busy doing something.

but it was different with you.

a bright smile appeared on your face as you saw the finished product, eyes sparkly at the sight in front of your eyes.

"i wanted to make them for a while already, but i never had enough time for it." she explained, carefully putting one on your hand, and one on hers.

the bracelets were beautiful. she specifically picked beads in your favorite color to make them, using similar ones for hers so that you'd be matching. it was only when your hand got close to hers that you realized the best thing about them; a heart charm, which both of you had half of on your bracelet, magnetically coming together whenever your hands were close enough.

if shimizu thought your smile couldn't grow more, you proved her wrong, smiling so much that it almost hurt your face. so close to each other that she could feel your breath on her face, you quickly closed the gap, planting a quick, sweet kiss on her lips.

"you're the best girlfriend i could ever ask for, you know?" you whispered, resting your forehead against hers. kiyoko smiled at you, nodding slightly.

"yeah. i know."

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eggyrocks · 21 days

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INKED-S. KIYOKO SMAU

yn owns a tattoo shop, one right across the street from the local florist, where sometimes she can see the pretty owner pass by the windows

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status: ongoing, updates extremely random

tags: kiyoko x fem!reader, fluff, tattoo shop owner x flower shop owner

warnings: language, alcohol use, previous toxic relationships, angst at points, grammatical mistakes probably, everyone probably will be out of character, please note warnings may change as story progresses, and to check each chapter for individual warnings

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minors dni & other rules

playlist!

introductions: tattooers | florists

teaser!

part one: ur mom part two: cybercigilism part three: coming soon

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renalord · 10 months

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༅ pairing: (seperately) suna, matsukawa, bokuto, iwaizumi, atsumu, tanaka, kiyoko, saeko, yachi x fem term!reader

༅ synopsis: they react to your ig post for the first time.

༅ warnings: fem terms used (as stated in pairings), cursing, mention of a gun, mention of death, spit in atsumu's, they love you.

༅ authors note: this was inspired by the lovely @/fuckytown! their work is great, go check them out! inspired by their "first impressions" post. also im back from my indefinitely long hiatus and this was my first post.. i cringed so hard.

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rintarousgirl · 9 months

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haikyuu boys (and girls) on national gf day ! -- ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

characters: OIKAWA TOORU, SAEKO TANAKA, SUNA RINTAROU, YACHI HITOKA, TSUKISHIMA KEI, ALISA HAIBA, KUROO TETSURO, KIYOKO SHIMIZU.

a/n: i had an unneccesary amount of trouble with tsukishima and kiyoko. i gotta get used to writing for them fr </3 also, this was hastily put together for today, so please forgive me if some personalities are weird. hope you enjoy, and happy national gf day to all my sweethearts out there!

OIKAWA TOORU ♡

TANAKA SAEKO ♡

SUNA RINTAROU ♡

YACHI HITOKA ♡

TSUKISHIMA KEI ♡

ALISA HAIBA ♡

KUROO TETSURO ♡

KIYOKO SHIMIZU ♡

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dimepdf · 2 years

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𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑. + 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you have Kiyoko and Tanaka to blame for your boyfriend Kenma's raging baby fever part one

pairing. dilf!kenma kozume x reader

word count. 1.2k

genre and warnings. domestic fluff, literally tooth rotting fluff, family fluff, established relationship, parenthood, family fluff, mentions of pregnancy, kenma with baby fever, tanaka and his devil daughter, suggestive ending, NOTE BETA'D | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

"Ah, ah! No, spit it out, booger!" Tanaka demands, snatching his daughter Nami into his arms.

Taking the object she was chewing out of her hands after seeing her pick it up off the ground and place it in her mouth. The toddler writhes in his arms and even snarls as if she were a barbaric monster in resistance to being picked up.

After giving their episode a casual glance, Kiyoko went back to eating unbothered by her husband's and daughter's usual behavior. "And for that reason, Kenma, you shouldn't play zombie video games with a three-year-old."

When the toddler was last at Kenma's house, he let her stay up way past her bedtime so he and Harue could play a few rounds of their favorite first-person shooter game before bed.

Kenma stiffened guilty at the jab, realizing that he might have had some minor impact on the toddler's behavior from that time.

For Kenma, it had simply become normal for him to assume that all kids were like his son and had become desensitized to the violent video games they were playing together.

You replied, looking at Kiyoko and grinning, "I had to persuade this man that GTA wasn't a kid's game." Kenma visibly winced as he thought back to the lengthy conversation he had to have with Harue after the boy had been found in the virtual strip club receiving a lap dance.

"You're supposed to be on my side," he groaned, head leaning into your shoulder. Muttering under his breath about how at least Harue knew when to give a good tip.

It was the first week of spring, so it wasn't too hot to stay inside and whine about the air conditioning, and it wasn't too cold that you needed to put on a jacket to keep yourself from shivering.

You eagerly agreed when Kiyoko texted that you should leave the house for the day for a small hangout at the local park to get some fresh air (mostly so she wouldn't strangle Tanaka).

The boys need some much-needed sunshine, always glued to their screens inside, so you had to pry them away from their video games and drag them to the park in a bribe that you would spend the night the entire weekend and hang out with them.

Harue made use of his time at the park after taking Harue's away his switch and releasing him into the wild. You watched with a smile as he had already gathered a group of friends to run around with at the park.

Kenma was not so lucky at finding entertainment, not knowing how to make many conversations with Tanaka as the two men had drastically different hobbies outside of work.

So he did what he did best: glued himself to your side the entire time, watching the children play while remaining utterly silent and with a bored expression on his face, but it was clear that he was simply just lost in thought.

You choose to ignore him and shift your attention to Kiyoko, who was leaning against the picnic table holding a sizable red Tupperware bowl and a plastic fork. You had no idea what bizarre food combinations she was eating this morning.

She would often talk to you about the strange cravings she had developed after learning she had gotten pregnant.

To the point where you were almost starting to worry about the facetime calls, you would get from her scarfing down whatever she could grab in her kitchen or order from her phone.

"Hey lady, how are you feeling?"

She answers with a sigh."So fucking pregnant but mostly just hungry,"

"Well, you are eating for three now. Gotta feed those two little devil babies in ya." You light-heartedly tease.

Kiyoko hums, rubbing the front of her big belly. "Don’t speak badly of them too much, I'm convinced they smell fear."

★ . . . !

Once you've made it back to Kenma's penthouse, the rest of the day goes on as usual.

You took up your usual spot in the living room and made use of the 85-inch flat screen to catch up on a Netflix show you've decided to binge, the two boys immediately dispersed back to their respective rooms like addicts going back to playing their games.

It was a nice comforting moment alone that you would have until the boys got tired of staring at their computer screens and both scrambled into your personal space to watch the show without much complaint.

While Kenma occupied the other side of you and curled up in your chest, Harue was sprawled out against the couch, his head resting against your thigh. Both boys were the world's clingiest cuddle bugs, convinced they were the same person split into two.

After giving a small grunt and picking Harue up into his arms, Kenma shuffled his feet against the floor and left the room to tuck the child into the comfort of his bed. He returned, slouching back into his place, as you had to hold back your yawn letting him snuggle into you, his head resting against your chest.

He makes a humming sound that almost sounds like he has been holding back on speaking. Over the volume of the show, you hardly hear it. He finally hesitates before asking, "Have you ever thought about having a baby?"

Your brows had actually raised in surprise as you looked down at him after the question. You only needed to notice the slight gleam in his eyes to know everything.

Kenma considered wanting a second child, let alone having one with you. You gently answer back, "Oh, uh, I mean kinda," being careful not to answer wrongfully.

Kenma looks away from you while he plays with the sweatshirt's hem strings. "Kind of?" he repeats again in the hopes that you will clarify.

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't mind it," you sighed, losing all interest in the show. "It's just, I don't know, I prefer the whole tradition thing; getting married for love and then planting roots and starting a big family, you know."

"I could propose to you," Kenma admitted, his face glowing with excitement at the prospect of being married to you. "And then maybe you could move in. I’m sure Harue would love it—"

"Woah, Kenma, slow down," you interrupted, pushing away to give him enough space to sit up as you took his hand. "How about we just take it one step at a time, okay? First, I’ll move in, and then maybe much later we could have the marriage talk alright?"

Kenma smiles softly, interlacing your fingers with his as he brings your hand up to kiss your knuckle. "Okay, sorry, of course, we can take it slow," he agrees with a nod.

"Also, do you realize how much harder it would be to have two kids running around?" you input, snatching your hand away to push at his chest. "I just had to teach you how to do your own laundry last week."

"In case you’ve forgotten, I raised Harue all on my own," Kenma pouts, pushing you back. "And he is a perfectly normal four-year-old," he adds lastly.

"Yeah, I know you did an amazing job, and I am very proud of you for that," Kenma's eyes darken with a glint, the compliment going straight to his dick as he tilts his head to the side, glancing at your lips before smiling at you.

You groaned, head leaning forward into his chest, taking a minute to juggle the pros and cons before muttering.

"Okay fine, but you better get me a pretty fucking ring."

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isawritesshit · 7 months

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Lavender Detangler

image was taken from @ hankaashi on pinterest

Synopsis: You are Nishinoya's older sister, the fearless, confident, and reliable manager... except when faced with your feelings with the team ace. As both of your high school years are going to be coming to a close, will one of you be able to say something about how you feel? Who will overcome their nerves first?

Warnings: reader has she/her pronouns, reader is described as being short because she's nishinoya's sister, language, karasuno being chaotic, season 4 spoilers, tooth-rotting fluff.

Author's Note: My old Asahi fic, as promised. This one is a bit longer and used to be on my old wattpad account some time ago. Asahi is one of my favorite hq characters, literally my baby. This one is pure fluff, and is a bit on the longer side. Also, this fic takes place during the events of season 4 so there are some spoilers in that sense, but nothing too major. Enjoy lovelies <3

Word Count: ~ 6.9k

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They did it. In your two years of being a manager for the Karasuno boys volleyball team, you probably would have never thought that the boys would beat Shiratorizawa, much less make it to nationals. And yet, even as you stared out at the Tokyo sky on the way to the inn, even as Asahi landed that last spike to push them through to the 2nd round, you still felt that little voice whisper in your head in complete awe and disbelief.

They did it.

After the game, the Karasuno gang packed up and headed back for the inn. Most of them took a nap or stared tiredly out the window. They were all exhausted from the thrill of their first game, and they should be. They fought hard and restlessly. The boys showed everyone watching in the stands today that they didn’t come here on some fluke, they came here because they are going to win.

That’s right. The entire damn tournament.

Takeda shouted from the front, breaking you from your thoughts. “We’re here everyone!” Hinata immediately jumped up from his seat and barreled full speed toward the front. Kageyama chased after him not much longer (probably because Hinata woke him up when he started running). You chuckled at the duo and slowly got up from your own seat in the front. As everyone else piled off you began making your way toward the back. You kind of made it your own job to wake anyone up once you’ve reached the destination on road trips.

You spotted Tanaka and Yuu dozing a few seats back. You silently made your way over to them, and started to shake Tanaka.

“Tanakaaaa, wake uuuup,” you sang while shaking his shoulder. He lazily opened his eyes and let out a yawn. You then reached over to poke at Yuu’s back which was turned to you as he wrapped himself around his duffel bag. “Come on Yuu.” You didn’t have to try that hard with Yuu. After all, you woke him up for school every day.

As you leaned back, Tanaka stretched his arms above his head and asked, “(Y/N)? Are we here?” You gave him a nod and moved out of the way for him to get up. Yuu was glaring at you from behind his seat.

“What’s wrong Yuu?” you asked, smirking. “Mad cause I woke you up?”

“I was having a good dreaaammm,” he whines.

“Whatever, just get your lazy ass up and let's head inside,” Tanaka drawls as he slaps Yuu upside the head.

“My lazy ass?” Yuu retorts. Yuu grabbed his duffel bag, and then returned a smack upside Tanaka’s head as they walked toward the front of the bus. “You were sleeping too!” Here they go again…

“Boys!” you yelled at them. They stopped. “Just get off the bus!” The libero and the wing spiker left without saying another word.

You sighed while shaking your head. You considered this your own role as a manager sometimes. Kiyoko was more of the quiet one that did her job well, Yachi was the newbie still getting used to the reins, and you were the one that kept the boy’s attitudes in check (yes, even Daichi sometimes).

You still remember back when you were about halfway through your first year as a manager. You were a second-year at the time. There was a day when the boys were so rowdy that not even the old Coach Ukai could calm them down. You must had been on your period or something that day, because you got so mad at them. All of a sudden, you had started scolding them for their attitudes and lack of respect, telling them that they needed to represent Karasuno High School the right way. It scared the team a bit. Their tiny manager that was practically a foot shorter than them was putting them in line and they actually listened. And so, the role kinda stuck (though you try not to lash out like you did that day).

You smiled at the memory. You started your way towards the front until you heard a few light snores coming from a seat further back to your right. Huh, guess I missed one. You walked back to the seat, almost yelping in surprise at who you saw.

Asahi? The ace slept with his own duffel bag propped up against the window as he snuggled it like a pillow. Half his face was buried into the bag while the other half was still in a peaceful slumber. Little bits of his brown hair fell around his forehead and over his ears from his bun. One longer strand of hair fell out over his nose, and would lift up slightly whenever he let out a small snore. You wondered how he didn’t wake up from Yuu and Tanaka yelling as they got off. Daichi and Suga did say that Asahi sleeps like the dead, but you’ve never got to actually see that for yourself.

You felt heat crawl up your face and ears at the sight of him. Asahi’s face was usually always concentrated, scared, or smiling. But this was somehow different. Seeing him sleeping like that made you stop dead in your tracks and stop thinking rationally. What’s worse? He’s not even trying. Asahi’s expression, mixed with his messy hair and snores, was pulling you in like a magnet. You thought it was downright adorable.You wanted to sit by him, maybe get a little closer. Close enough that perhaps you could smell the scent off his jacket or…

Your blushing got worse. You liked to keep these thoughts under wraps, but when they did come up you couldn’t help but get flustered. Fortunately, sitting next to him was as far as you got.

Hesitantly, you reached over to grab and shake Asahi’s shoulder. “Asahi,” you whispered. He didn’t budge. God, you were so lucky that no one could see you doing this. Under normal circumstances, with everyone in here, you would have been redder than a Nekoma jersey. “Asahi,” you whispered a little louder this time, shaking his shoulder a bit more. When he stirred and sucked in a breath, you flinched and stood up so quickly that you thought your spine snapped. But sadly, it didn’t, and now here you are, watching as Asahi opened his eyes ever so slowly.

When he sits up and his eyes finally land on you, you glued your eyes to the seat you were just sitting on. “O-Oh, (y/n)! Are we here?” Asahi asks in a groggy voice while looking up at you and then out the window to see the inn.

“Y-yeah!” you answered, cursing your voice for going a little more high pitched than you planned. You forced yourself to look up at him and conceal your blush. “I woke you up…” Just as he rose, you started to walk to the front with Asahi now not that far behind you. You swore, even just feeling him walking behind you was setting off butterfly cannons in your stomach. So, you composed yourself and tried to just walk straight.

But, what if you stopped? What if you leaned back, felt the warmth of his broad chest against your head… who are you kidding, both you and him would have a heart attack if you ever tried something so bold. You couldn’t seem to place how these thoughts entered your head about someone so fragile like that...

Both of you got off the bus and walked side by side now toward the lobby. You were mentally smacking yourself for thinking such things with him so close by.

When you entered the lobby, you took a seat and forced yourself to stop and think about something else.

“I’m going to put my stuff upstairs, see ya (y/n)!” Asahi called to you, turning for the stairs. Man, you were so caught up in your own thoughts that you didn’t even talk to him! Just how awkward can you get-

“See ya for dinner!” you called from over his shoulder as he, much to your relief and dismay, disappeared upstairs.

You let out a small sigh as you watched him disappear. Of course, you’ve fallen for the Ace of Karasuno. You just couldn’t help it. Asahi is one of the greatest friends you have and probably the most caring and understanding person you’ve ever met. He interested you too, how someone that big and imposing could be so gentle. Not only that, you did think he was really attractive. You started feeling this way at the beginning of your second year, and it didn’t take long for everyone to catch on. Heck, even the current first years have noticed it (Tsukishima teases you about it so much you have to remind him to respect his fucking elders and their problems). Somehow Asahi hasn’t caught on, probably due to his usual softie mentality.

That’s probably for the best. Not wanting to screw up your friendship with Asahi is probably the reason you’ve never confessed anyway. Probably.

But you’re running out of time. After this tournament, you have a few more weeks before you both graduate and you go off to attend university. So maybe you’ll just enjoy the time that you have with him, even if you most likely won’t tell him in the end.

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Asahi walked up to the boys room with his duffel bag, his mind a flurry of thoughts. Should I have stayed back with her? No, that would seem a little creepy… What do you mean creepy? She’s your friend! Shoot, I didn’t even tell her thank you for waking me up! Great going Asahi-

When Asahi entered the boys room, he was met with Kageyama being shoved into him, causing him to drop his bag.

“Ah! Sorry Asahi,” Kageyama apologized as Asahi bent down to pick it up.

“I-it’s fi-”

“Yeah Baka-yama! Say sorry!” Hinata shouted from across the room, sticking his tongue out at Kageyama.

“You’re the one that pushed me, dumbass!” Kageyama roared before storming back over to Hinata.

Asahi chuckled and made his way over to where Suga and Daichi were watching the pair fight from a safe distance.

“Hey, Asahi! Why’d you take so long to come up?” Daichi asked. He looked a little concerned, maybe even worried. Him and Suga really are just like his parents…

“O-oh no r-reason I-” he began. Asahi tried to avoid eye contact as his own voice began betraying him again. Eye contact was dangerous with these two sometimes, even if they were his friends. Both Suga and Daichi raised an eyebrow at him. “Um… I fell asleep on the bus a-and… (y/n) woke me up,” he muttered while getting quieter as he said your name.

“Aww, well isn’t that sweet!” Suga cooed with a teasing smirk. Asahi swore, whenever he brought you up when you weren't around, they were always quick to tease him. Maybe they are his parents…

Asahi felt a tiny blush begin to form on his cheeks as he stuttered “S-S-Suga, can we not talk about this right now…”

Daichi let out a disappointed sigh. “C’mon Asahi, you’ve basically had a crush on her since she became a manager. You gotta tell her already!”

“Tell who what?” asked Hinata who suddenly appeared beside Daichi. Asahi went stiff as a board, looking nowhere else than his shoes.

“Tell (y/n) that he likes her,” he heard Tsukishima say from beside Hinata. “What? Did you not know that he has feelings for her?”

“Wait, you mean… those kinda feelings?” Hinata’s voice got louder. It felt so loud that Asahi thought he was going to faint from the embarrassment.

Yamaguchi was quick to chime in with Tsukishima. “Well yeah! Hasn’t Tsukki told you this before?” How did they know?! Noya didn’t tell them… right?

As if on cue, Tanaka and Nishinoya also joined the conversation. “Yeah man! Who would’ve thought that Asahi would have a crush on such a hot girl like her, huh? What’d you think Noya?” Tanaka asked as he laughed along with the group.

“Asahi!” Noya yelled right into Asahi’s ear, scaring the living shit out of him. Almost the whole room went quiet. Noya pointed straight into Asahi’s face, causing his eyes to widen and look at his finger. Noya then began speaking as if he were talking of destiny, “Azumane Asahi, as Nishinoya (y/n)’s younger brother, and as her sole protector for life, I grant you permission for you to court her, and-”

“Oh please. Do you even know what the word “court” means when you say it like that?” Tsukishima snickered. Asahi’s body went cold with chills as his face flushed crimson. “You’re basically giving him permission to-”

“Would you guys shhhhhh!” Suga screamed at them before dropping his voice to a whisper. Oh thank God for Suga- “The girls room is right next door! They could’ve heard you for all you know! Have some respect…” Hinata squealed a ‘sorry’ and Tsukishima just walked away with a smirk. Noya gave Asahi a firm slap on the back. Everyone else that took part in the conversation left to do their own thing.

Suga put a gentle hand on Asahi’s shoulder, causing him to look into his eyes. “Look Asahi, whenever you’re around (y/n), I notice a slight change in you. You’re not super tense. You’re actually a lot more relaxed around her. You’re more confident and a lot more happy. She pushes you to do better unlike any one of us. You gotta tell her how you feel, and you have to do it soon, Asahi.”

“Yeah, and even if she doesn’t feel the same way, she isn’t the type of person to avoid you afterwards,” Daichi adds, giving him a reassuring smile.

Asahi blushed again before smiling at the ground. Is that really how he seems around you? Sure, some of what Suga said is true. He does feel a slightly bigger push when you’re the one to give pep talks before games, and it would be a lie to say that he wasn’t happier around you, but he thought everyone felt that way…

And the other things that Suga said? Asahi would just have to see for himself. Confess to you? Him, who has never been so in love with someone, and just happens to have no experience when it comes to that same department? He’s even surprised that words just came so naturally with you but confidence be damned! He never prepared himself for this!

Well, it is his third year after all… maybe he could learn a thing or two before ending high school. What does he have to lose?

“Y-Yeah...alright.”

There was a knock before the door opened. “Alright guys, meeting in the conference room in five. Dinner will be ready shortly after!” Coach Ukai yelled above the conversations. As soon as the team responded, one by one each boy began to leave the room. Daichi gave Asahi a small pat on the back before leaving with Suga. Soon, Asahi was the only person left in the room, and the only tension present was created within his thoughts.

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You leaned your head back and closed your eyes as you let the steam and heat of the bath allow you to unwind. Kiyoko and Yachi had already climbed in with you. You sat to the right of Kiyoko and Yachi sat on her left.

“Rough day so far, (y/n)?” Kiyoko asked with her usual calming gaze. You could tell why almost all the boys were so into her. Seeing Yuu, Tanaka, and even boys from other teams try to hit on her was one of the funniest things to you. There was no denying that Kiyoko is pretty, and she always had this earthly calm about her that you just couldn’t put your finger on sometimes. Kiyoko has been your closest girl friend since you started as a manager, and now even Yachi was one too.

“Yeah,” you groaned. It may not seem like it to everyone else, but you had been stressed almost since you woke up this morning. First, there was the tension of the boys first game. Then, Kiyoko had to run back to grab Hinata’s bag that he left at the train station. The stress went away slightly after the boys won the first game, but the tension was still there now that they have to win the next one. To top it off, the boys just found out at their meeting that they would be going up against the team was ranked #2 to win nationals. Not to mention, their setter (according to Kageyama) was on the All Japan Youth team. If that didn’t make everyone’s anxiety for this tournament any worse, you didn’t know what did. You’re definitely going to make sure that the boys settle down to get enough sleep tonight.

Kiyoko and Yachi listened as you went on your rant about the day. But as you continued on, you let something slip out. “Not to mention, I woke up Asahi on the bus today. Asahi of all people! Then when we walked back I didn’t even say anything! I got so caught up in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize how awkward I was being…”

You paused, realizing what you just said. Your hands flung up to conceal the blush now forming as you muttered something incoherent about not meaning to say that.

“Honestly (Y/N), I think it’s pretty funny how you react around someone like Asahi!” Yachi giggled. Kiyoko must have been pointing things like that out to her…

Kiyoko smiled at you. “She’s right, you know. It’s almost like you two switch personalities when you’re together.”

You turned your body to face them. “T-that’s not true!” you argued. The massive blush on your ears and face said otherwise. “I’m still the same person!”

The bathing room went suddenly quiet as if they were silently disagreeing with you. You turned to face forward again. It was if there was still another question that hung in the air that remained unspoken. “(Y/N)?” It was Yachi that spoke up.

“Yeah?” you asked somewhat hesitantly.

“You’re not...nervous to tell him you like him… are you?” Yachi asked. Your breath shuddered. There it was, that unspoken question. While it might seem normal for a person to be nervous to tell someone they liked them, much less to feel nervous about other things, ‘nervous’ was not a trait among the Nishinoya siblings. In fact, no one believed you and Yuu have ever felt nervous before. Despite Yuu’s personality being different from yours, it’s still centered around that shared trait between the both of you. The Nishinoya siblings were known on the team for being the fearless ones, Yuu in his playing ability and happy-go-lucky attitude, and you with your confident decision making and ability to push each player to do their best. It’s what made you two so reliable. You and your brother never got nervous… right? You guessed maybe that should only be said of Yuu now. After all, how can someone have no fear if they can’t confess to a silly little crush…

Maybe that’s the reason you’ve never confessed. This entire time, you thought the reason you never told Asahi how you felt was because you didn’t want to mess things up between the two of you.

I’ve been lying to myself this whole time, you thought. But, I shouldn’t lie to my friends about it…

After a few more minutes of silence, you spoke up. “Yeah. I am nervous.” Both of your friends looked to you. As you continued, your voice became lower and quieter as you sounded out your thoughts slowly. “This entire time I’ve been telling myself that maybe it was better this way because he probably wouldn’t return my feelings, but I guess I’ve been stalling.”

“That’s ok (y/n)! It’s perfectly normal for someone to get nervous over someone they like!” Yachi reassured you.

“She’s right,” said Kiyoko, putting a hand on your shoulder. “Try to be yourself around him. He’s actually a lot more confident around you than you think, so it should be like having a conversation with someone like Daichi or Suga. Just try to take those baby steps, ok? If you talk to him tonight, tell us how it went afterward.”

You smiled timidly at your two friends. “Okay, I will.”

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You stared at your phone and groaned. 9:00pm.

The boys would not shut up.

While Kiyoko and Yachi were settling down into their own sleeping areas, you calmly went over and asked Daichi if he could settle down the boys a little. That was 30 minutes ago…

Oh well, you thought. Kiyoko and Yachi were asleep now, so you thought it would be fine. It had been a while since the team got to hang out as just a plain group of chaotic high school boys rather than a serious volleyball club. They’re on this trip to have some fun too.

But if they're not quiet by 10:00, you’re definitely making sure they actually fall asleep.

With a sigh, you turned off your phone and made your way across the dark room. Careful not to wake your friends, you tiptoed to your bag in the corner and fished out your favorite pajamas: an old yet suitable t-shirt and a fuzzy pair of light orange shorts.

After changing, you grabbed your small toiletry bag and walked out of the room. Across from the girl’s room was a small washroom that was shared among all three of the rooms. You were sure that no one would enter since all the boys were in their room and Ukai and Takeda went drinking again. The washroom was completed with two sinks surrounded by a wooden counter, and a public toilet further back in the room.

You set your stuff down on the sink closest to the door. As you started to brush your teeth, you questioned if you should stay up longer tonight than usual. You didn’t feel that tired yet, and you did hear that there is a balcony near the rooms.

You leaned over the sink to spit before faintly hearing the door open. You quickly spit out the excess toothpaste and wiped your mouth on your sleeve before looking to see who stood in the doorway.

“(y/n)?” Asahi stared back at you with his wide brown eyes. He had switched his tracksuit for a plain white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats, which you assumed was his sleepwear. He had a small green bag under his arm. Was he washing up too?

“Oh, I’m sorry I thought no one would come in here,” you tried to laugh about it as you quickly started to pack up your toiletries. Damn, you’re just acting nervous around him again!

“No! You can stay, I’ll just come back later,” he smiled politely and turned to leave.

“Wait!” you called before you even realized what you were doing. Asahi turned to look over his shoulder, surprised. Baby steps rang in your head as you took a breath and said “There’s another sink if you want to use it…”

Asahi peered over your head. “Oh! Sure...” He walked past you to the other sink and you turned to your own bag. As you brought out a comb to run through your hair, Asahi started to run the water in his sink as he fished out his own toothbrush.

Almost on instinct, you started talking to yourself in your own head, even when you desperately wanted to talk to the boy next to you. Should I even say anything in the first place? No… baby steps (y/n)! Remember! Ok, what should I say? “So how do you think tomorrow will go?” No, the tension for tomorrow is already high enough. “Nice… weather? here? in? Tokyo…?” Goddammit why is this so hard-

You sighed through your nose and put your comb back. As you looked for the next thing you needed to find in your bag, your eyes slowly drifted to Asahi. He was looking at himself in the mirror as he ran a knuckle along his jaw and muttered something about needing to shave. You assumed he decided against it as he fished out a brush and a bottle of… detangler?

One part of Asahi was happy and glad that you were sharing the washroom with him. But, the majority of him was feeling like an anxious wreck. It was only three hours ago when Asahi had promised his friends that he would finally confess his feelings to you. And now you’re here with him, alone, and you haven’t spoken a word to each other. Maybe he should say something about it now, close the gap he so desperately wanted to reach. Was he ever going to get a good enough opportunity such as this (even if it was in a washroom…)?

As Asahi got out his brush and detangler, he decided that maybe he would just talk to you for now… yeah. But, what is there to talk about-

“Is that lavender detangler?”

He raised his eyebrows and turned to look at you. You looked first at the detangler in his hand, and then up at him with a quirked eyebrow and wide, expecting eyes. You held your face wash in one hand and a hair tie in the other. And those pajamas you were wearing… gosh you looked so cute.

“Oh… yeah. It’s kind of weird I guess,” Asahi chuckled and scratched the back of his neck.

“No, not at all,” you replied matter-of-fact. “I was actually kind of wondering why some parts of the gym smelled like lavender and I was trying to figure out who it was!” You laughed. It’s true, some corners of the gym started smelling oddly great (for a gym especially). When you asked Kiyoko and Yachi if they had bought new perfume, they both replied with no, and so you became suspicious.

When you turned away to wash your face, Asahi took out his bun and began his own nighttime routine. Your butterflies fucking exploded as you rubbed the face wash gently into your skin and listened to the soft spurts of his detangler.

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For the rest of your time in the washroom, both you and Asahi held great conversation. Though the time was little, the detangler topic led to both of you complaining about your hair consistency, to what color you both would want dye your hair, to favorite colors, to favorite school subjects, and then finally to what you were talking about now, favorite parts about school.

“Well that’s easy. Being the manager for the team,” you replied nonchalantly.

“Really?” Asahi packed up the rest of his things in his little bag and turned to you. He left his hair down. You were leaning against the door, your own bag under your arm. Seeing him with his hair down is having you battle the flutter in your stomach as you try to get used to the new sight.

“Well yeah, but I guess I have to thank Yuu though after all. If he didn’t play volleyball I would probably be tripping over myself in a dance club or something!” You both laughed.

He was still laughing as you caught a glance of his face. You wanted to see his smile more. You wanted to hear him laugh more. You just wanted to keep talking to him. This is the first time you’ve been able to have a normal conversation with him without stumbling over your words and you did not want it to end this quickly. But at the same time, you probably shouldn’t keep him if he’s tired.

Asahi felt a little conflicted inside. It was clear that both of you were done washing up, but he still wanted to confess, but… well maybe now isn’t the time after all. It was still great to talk to you though.

You opened the door and walked past the doorway. “So um, are you going back to the room?”

“Well, I guess. But I probably won’t be able to sleep because of the noise. That’s the reason I came to wash up a little earlier.” Asahi responded. The moment was slipping away...

Maybe that’s one thing to thank the boys for. But is there some way to keep talking to him? He obviously doesn’t want to be by the rest of the team. Maybe you could save him from them for a couple of minutes. But where-

“Um… a-are you tired?” This was about to take a lot of courage from you…

“N-no…?” Asahi was a little confused by your question. What were you about to ask him?

“Do you wanna go hang out on the balcony for a bit?” You finally said it. A huge weight was lifted from your shoulders, but the even larger weight remained as you waited for his answer. You squeezed your hands behind your back and gulped. You prayed that he didn’t notice how nervous you were…

Asahi just stared at you for about 2 seconds, because 2 seconds was all his brain needed to overcompensate and overthink everything you just said. Did you say hang out on the balcony? As in like, with you? Alone? Together? No one else is there, right? Why? Just to keep you company? Because he said that he didn’t really want to be by the rest of the loud and obnoxious team? Did you really care enough about that to invite him on the balcony? Did you actually like talking to him?

No, that couldn’t be true…

Right?

“Yeah. We could do that.”

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You stood on the balcony, eagerly awaiting Asahi. You leaned over the railing as you took in the cold evening. The wind blew just enough to leave a slight shiver through your body and stir your hair. The lights and sounds of Tokyo filled your senses as you watched the bustling city from afar. You took a look up. The pollution of Tokyo meant you couldn’t see stars, but you imagined they were there. There wasn’t a single cloud in the sky, save for the occasional airplane flying to or from the city. You brought your gaze back down and stared forward in silent thought.

Asahi was grateful that you had arrived at the balcony first after you both left to put away your toiletries. He tried his best to get into the room to put his things away, grab his jacket, and be out of the room where the boys were now playing truth or dare. Noya caught him and tried to convince him to join in, but he politely refused and left without another word. He would have to explain himself later.

And now, there you were. You didn’t notice him behind you on the balcony. His gaze softened as he took a moment to admire you.

You were the only thing that immediately captured his attention, as always. Not the blinding lights of the city beyond, not the atmosphere around him, just you, with your back turned to him as you faced Toyko. Asahi’s breath hitched in his throat. It was in that moment that he realized that nothing else mattered. Not even breathing mattered. The lights weren’t as beautiful, the city wasn’t as loud, and the chill in the air wasn’t as prominent. Everything else seemed to dull and fade, leaving only you.

Why?

There was just something more captivating in the way your hair flowed in the wind that he seemed to forget that the wind was the reason your hair moved so fluently. The way you were standing and observing the view, almost as if you didn’t know that if everything else had eyes, then everything would be gazing and admiring you just like he did every day. The way your eyes were shining so perfectly ahead that the stars would become jealous and try to take that shine, but he would never let them because no matter how high and mighty the stars might be, no matter how many of them there were, you were so much more above them in his own eyes.

His thoughts were broken when your body jerked in a slight shiver. He realized that you had forgotten a coat because you were still wearing the same pajamas.

It was a lot windier than you thought it would be. You wrapped your arms around yourself and rubbed your bare arms. You were in such a hurry to put your things away that you didn’t have time to consider the weather.

You jumped when you felt a slight pressure on your shoulder, and then something laying across them. As you reached your hands up to feel what it was, you ran your fingers across the material of a jacket, and then heard the shuffling of someone next to you. Then you realized…

Asahi was here, and he gave you his jacket.

You turned to look at him. He was standing about a foot away from you to the right. He had his elbows propped against the balcony railing as he leaned against it. His shoulders caved slightly inward as he stared at the ground. His eyes were casted downward in a way that he almost looked ashamed, but if not, then just lost in thought. A slight tint splayed itself across his cheeks from the cold. The wind moved through his long brown hair like a dance and ruffled his white shirt against the muscle that laid beneath.

Your heart caught in your chest. Your breathing stopped as you clutched the jacket.

This was a new sight. He didn’t look scared. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t look exactly concentrated either.

He looked… ethereal.

His eyes caught yours and he stood a little straighter. “I-I… you looked cold… so… sorry if it’s weird...” His eyes casted off as he spoke. He’s adorable.

“N-no” you assured. “Not at all! Um, thank you...”

“You’re welcome... “ he smiled at you before looking down again. It was odd. It wasn’t like his body was anxious, more like just his eyes were. Could he… maybe? Unless he was just trying to be nice.

You looked down and held the jacket closer to you. Your blush was growing by the second. It may be a possibility. The jacket smelled like the lavender detangler and cedarwood. Not only that, it was warm. It smelled and felt like him, like your Asahi. Well, he wasn’t yours just yet.

Just yet.

Asahi didn’t even know why or how he managed to give you his jacket. He just felt a surge of feeling that had him act. He knew it was love, but at that moment, he never felt it so strongly. It was almost as if it were his instinct to want to make you feel happy and comfortable. Maybe he should act on that more.

Maybe he should act on that now.

You talked up first. “So, um…” you mumbled just loud enough to be audible. “How are you feeling… about tomorrow?” You instantly regretted the words as they left your mouth. You couldn’t think of another topic, so you just blurted the first thing that came to mind.

“Um… well, if I said I was feeling alright about it, I would obviously be lying,” he chuckled.

“Well, I think you’ll be alright once you get out there and kick ass like always,” you said, trying to ease his nerves. You sounded so sure of yourself. That was new, especially around Asahi.

“(y/n)...”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you for supporting me…” he faced you as he leaned against the railing, smiling at you, though he didn’t make eye contact. “It really means a lot…”

You gave him your best smile while clutching his jacket. “No need to thank us. We all have to push our ace so he can do his best!”

He blushed. Something popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, he said it out loud.

“No one pushes me to do my best as much as you, though.” He scared himself when he said it. He couldn’t even turn away. He just… looked at you. You were still so captivating. So much so that his anxiety and fears couldn’t even distract him now.

You blushed. Did he just say that? Did he… there was almost no doubt now. Your heart started to beat so loud that you couldn’t focus on your own thoughts. You could only focus on him.

You were looking at him with those beautiful eyes again. This was it. Now. He had to do it now.

“(y-y/n)...”

“Yeah…?” You turned to him.

He opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He couldn’t stop staring at you.

So captivating.

There you stood, patiently waiting.

“Asahi, are you-”

“I love you, (y/n).” And that’s when the words began to tumble out. “I can’t believe I’m doing this… but it’s the truth. Ever since you became a manager for our team, I’ve never been able to get you out of my head and... and, I’m not sure how to feel about it. You’re just beautiful, and strong, and perfect… A-and I want to give you everything. I want to give you… more than everything really. But I’m just...I’m just…”

He kept his eyes closed the entire time, brows furrowed and hands glued to his sides as he spoke. Were you actually hearing this? The person you’ve loved for so long confessing that he loves you-

You felt this buzzing, warm feeling inside your heart. It spread like wildfire throughout your body, burning you and your senses down to the one source of the truth behind the flames which is that he. loves. you.

He squinted as he opened his eyes to look at you. You looked… confused. You just kept staring at him. He felt this cold shiver as his cheeks flushed in embarrassment. He clenched his fists. Here it was, you were about to reject him. Why did he even try-

“I love you too, Asahi.”

“What?”

For a moment you two just stared at each other. You both couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Meanwhile, the same fire was spreading throughout Asahi. Burning down all insecurities, all negative thoughts. It was just that one fact.

You love him too.

And like fire, it spread throughout both of you quickly. Burning, destroying, until it bubbled over and-

That space between you ceased to exist as you stood on your tippy toes, grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, and kissed him. You didn’t know what you were doing, but you didn’t care. You’ve waited too long to tell him how you’ve felt and this kiss lifted the last weight from your consciousness. You didn’t have to pretend. You didn’t have to be nervous. You were free.

Asahi didn’t know how to feel at first. Was this actually happening? Were you… kissing him? Well, of course he knew that but he never thought it would happen.

He wasn’t kissing back. You opened your eyes and leaned back, separating you from his lips. Was that too far? “Ah, s-sorry I thought-”

You were cut off by him quickly swooping in and returning the kiss while leaning down to wrap his arms around your waist. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, wrapping your arms around his neck and tangling your hands in his long hair. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. You giggled as the scruff from his stubble tickled you. His kiss was so gentle that it was as if he thought you were a porcelain doll, and that if he put too much of himself on you, that you would break. It was loving and sweet, and filled with as much care as he could give you.

When you both leaned back, he looked down at you. So small. So amazing.

So perfect.

Those were his words before he leaned again, pressing himself closer to you. Your back steadied itself against the railing as you continued kissing him. His hands travelled to cup your face, one hand resting itself against your soft skin and the other running itself through your hair. This kiss was just like the last but filled with more need and passion. The fire was growing. Here, nothing else mattered. The lights didn’t matter, the air, the city. Just you, with your lips on his.

When you leaned back again, he smiled as you kissed him on the nose. “Not as perfect as you,” you replied. You laughed as his face scrunched in confusion, and then when he realized what he had said out loud before he kissed you.

“So, uh, does this mean… W-well, only if you want to of course! But, ah, what I’m trying to say is-”

“Yes Asahi, I’ll be your girlfriend,” you said to him while rolling your eyes and smiling. It seemed that after your kiss, your confidence had returned. How could he kiss you like that but not be able to ask you out? He’s so awkward, and handsome, and yours.

Both of you chuckled, finally before leaning in again. Finally yours.

That’s when you heard the metallic door on the other side of the balcony open.

“HEY ASAHI- woah”

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"So that's when I opened the door, and Asahi and (y/n) were making out, and-"

"Noya, stop-" Asahi pleaded.

"Dang, who knew that Asahi had game," Tanaka wheezed.

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wake-me-up-inside-imagines · 7 months

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Hii idk if your request are open and if you write polly but could you write a sugawara x daichi x asahi x reader

Where the reader moves from their home country and to Japan and it’s how they meet the three their are a first and it’s how they end up together idk if that makes sense sorry :)

AHHHH YES! There is not nearly enough daisugasahi x reader fics and its a crime against humanity. I will gladly fix that though so I hope you enjoy!

Poly! Daichi, Asahi, and Suga with a foreign reader

Warnings: none

Gn! reader

(The country reader comes from is not named so anyone can read this)

-Moving from your home country to Japan was certainly a nerve wracking experience, especially since you’d be attending your last year of grade school amongst new people in an unfamiliar place, in a language you aren’t proficient in. After a few weeks of loneliness you decide that you won’t sit still and be a loner the whole school year.

-You thought that getting involved in something, a club, and team, anything with other people might help you make a couple friends might be good for you, and you heard a pretty cute guy in your bio class talk about how the men’s volleyball team could use a second manager, so you decide to apply for the position

-When you go into the gym to meet the team for the first time, you’re immediately bombarded by two very eager second years and and a short red headed first year who were very curious as to who you were (the school doesn’t get students from other countries often so they were curious about you)

-Suga takes pity on you and puts the team to practice while you, Daichi, Kiyoko, Ukai and Takeda go over your new duties as a manager with you, and you eventually start your time as Karasunos manager

-The first few weeks are pretty eventful for you, you’re just getting to know the ropes of the job and also getting to know everybody on the team. It doesn’t help that there was some drama between some of the team members and the former team ace (or the fact that after it was all said and done he joined the team again), and it certainly didn’t help that you had to train another new manger when your still new yourself (you don’t blame Yachi though, it’s not her fault, and besides, she’s a very sweet kid).

-It was hard adjusting to the club environment at first, but Kiyoko made sure to introduce you properly to everyone, which is how you ended up talking to the 3rd years more. As much as you both love the 1st and 2nd year students, you need to make friends in your own grade

-Kiyoko begins a habit of starting hangouts for just the 3rd years, nothing big, just a few hours hanging out at a cafe or someone’s house. That’s primarily how you got to know the three third year boys, through these hangouts. It’s a great opportunity to get to know each other better in a relaxed setting

- I imagine the three were already together before they met you, so they’re all used to a polyamorous relationship by the time you came along. They never really thought that they would want to add another to their group, but then again, they didn’t know they would meet you

-Asahi probably fell first, the poor guy wears his heart on his sleeve so it’s pretty easy for him to fall for you. Suga and Daichi could see how enamored by you Asahi was, and after a little time you captured their hearts too.

-They all want to know more about your home country and culture, but no one asks more questions than Suga. He wants to know everything there is to know about your culture, your home, what living in your native country was like, what customs you have, what holidays you celebrate, everything! He’s a naturally curious guy and the other two are either too scared that they’ll bother you or worried they’ll ask something offensive

-Asahi does muster up the courage to ask you about any cultural clothing you might have, and if you’d say it’s ok to, he’d be more than happy to try and see if he can sew it himself. I can imagine him gifting you a handmade outfit if he manages to get the hang of making it for your birthday or some other holiday

-After awhile it’s painfully obvious to anyone with eyes that the trio is hardcore pining after you, it’s a wonder you don’t see it yourself! Sugar’s always trying to get your attention (much to the embarrassment of his boyfriends) Asahi’s stutter has magically appeared once again, and Daichi goes red any time you’re in close proximity to him. Honestly the whole teams just begging for them to ask you out at this point, it’s getting painful to watch

-The three have no idea how to ask you out, or if you’re even into poly relationships, so they settle for asking you to meet them at one of their houses so they can speak to you privately

-Daichi takes the lead, explaining to you how they’ve been in love with you for awhile and that they would really love to date you, but they all understand if you don’t like them or if you aren’t comfortable being in a poly relationship. They all kind of expect you to say no, simply because their relationship is very much outside the norm, but there’s still a little hope inside each of them that you’ll say yes

-When you do say yes, everyone is over the moon. Asahi nearly starts sobbing from joy and relief (he totally thought you were going to reject them), Suga practically tackles you in a hug, and Daichi let’s put a huge sigh of relief before prying Suga off of you. Prepare for a long night of cuddles because now that the boys have you, they’re determined to spend as much time with you as possible

#x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x reader #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi #asahi x reader #asahi azumane x reader #asahi azumane #kiyoko shimizu #Daichi x Suga x Asahi #daichi x Suga x Asahi x reader

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sunshowerwriting · 7 months

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Befriending The Volleyball Team

(Haikyuu) Karasuno x Male Reader

697 words

After your first meeting with tge Karasuno volleyball team, you started making friends left and right.

This is a part 2 to “Her Little Brother?” just a funky little thing about the volleyball team !

The volleyball team took to you really quickly.

Tanaka and Nishinoya were first.

They were happy to dote on any Shimizu it seemed but instead of becoming enamored with you like they were your sister, they treated you more like a little brother than a beacon of their affection.

Tanaka would make sure to check on you every time he saw you, taking an interest in your club activities or your studies. He even started trying to talk to you about your interests and anything else he could think to talk to you about.

Nishinoya had a similar, yet very different approach. He started by bringing you snacks. You were pretty sure it was just an excuse to talk to you but very quickly he got a feel for your favorite treats and drinks that he could get from the vending machines. He talked about volleyball and your sister and anything else he could think of, it seemed like he was just happy to have a new companion to talk to.

Second was the third years.

You were already familiar with all of them but you all grew much closer quickly.

Daichi and Sugawara tried to give you advice. On almost anything they could think of. If you were struggling with school work they were right around the corner to give you some tips. They saw you hanging around someone a little longer than normal? They were there to give you relationship advice. It was kinda annoying but they certainly meant well.

Asahi had a different approach. He was afraid that you’d be scared of him so he stayed away for a while. But after he heard about the other third years hanging out with you more, he wanted to try and bond with you too. Asahi knew he wasnt the right person to give advice on things, but he was a listening ear and he definitely understood when you complained about the rest of the team crowding you.

Then it was Hinata and Kageyama.

They were in the same year as you so they had the most opportunities to hang out with you during school time. Hinata initiated it and Kageyama got dragged along. Hinata heard about you from the third and second years that had been befriending you and he liked what he heard. Even though you didn't like volleyball he thought all your interests were cool and you both became fast friends. And Kageyama thought you were pretty cool too, even if he didn't say it.

Then it was the rest of the second years.

You started showing up to practice and their games after befriending half the team. Hanging around the gym and being their loudest cheerleader made the whole team take notice even if you hadn’t befriended them yet. Enoshita would strike up a conversation every now and then. He was thankful that you were level headed and even apologized for Tanaka and Nishinoya when they became a bit much.

Narita and Kinoshita weren't the most talkative, but they were always happy when you would strike up a conversation with them and they always appreciated how you would congratulate them after games even when they didn't play in them.

Finally there was Tsukishima and Yamaguchi.

At first you thought they didn't want to be friends with you. I mean sure they were polite enough to you, but they always seemed to stay far away from you and after the warm welcome from the rest of the team you thought it was best not to push it. But then, Hinata brought up Yamaguchi wanting to talk to you and you realized that they may just not be the talkative type. So you walked up to them after you had sat in on practice and asked if they wanted to walk home with you. It was all over from there. Tsukishima was a bit hard to befriend, but you came to realize that's just the type of person he is. As for Yamaguchi, he warmed up to you immediately.

You felt very thankful your sister was the volleyball team's manager, otherwise you never would have had the opportunity to befriend so many unique people.

#🌦 writes #x reader #x male reader #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x male reader #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #asahi azumane #tanaka ryuunosuke #nishinoya yuu #enoshita chikara #kinoshita hisashi #narita kazuhito #hinata shoyo #kageyama tobio #tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #kiyoko shimizu

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exhausted-smiles · 1 year

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Incorrect Haikyuu x reader quotes part 5 :0

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thank you to everyone who stuck by and remained patient - i won’t get soppy rn but it does mean a lot.

this won’t be any specific character x reader (for example it won’t be specifically tsukishima x reader, or kuroo x reader) just general haikyuu x reader, sorry if you’re favourite character wasn’t included,

i also own none of these quotes i got them from vine and various comedians, message me if you want to know any specifics, some of them have been slightly added to by me but not by much

requests are open!

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ushijima: we’re so in synch we finish each others-

you: sentences!

ushijima: don’t interrupt me

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kenma: i really want to kiss you

you: what?

kenma: i said if you died i wouldn’t miss you

the entire of Nekoma: *facepalm*

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you: maybe the real treasure was how you helped the team along the way

ukai: no i want cash

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kiyoko: why aren’t the team winning?

you: maybe the refs are homophobic because we’re the managers

kiyoko: we aren’t together

you: we aren’t? then why did we spend the last year managing a volleyball team??

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someone: how could you do this? i’m so disappointed in you

kageyama: hey! you can’t talk to me like that, you’re not (y/n) or suga,, and they aren’t my parents

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kuroo: my hands are cold.

you: here, let me hold them.

kuroo: my lips are cold too.

you: *covers kuroo’s mouth with your hand*

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you: i’m not a fan that wondered off, I’m aoba johsai’s manager

tendou: oh yeah? name one thing about Volleyball

you: your captain keeps trying to steal my boyfriend

semi: that’s on you tendou, you set the bar too low

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oikawa: alright, give me your hairdryer

iwaizumi:

you: ,,what are you talking about?

oikawa: don’t you carry one in your purse?

iwaizumi: have you ever spoke to a human woman?

oikawa, to a passing fan: excuse me, do you carry a hairdresser in your purse?

fan: of course, i’m not an animal

you: *eye twitches*

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ushijima: this session is going to take another hour or two

you: yeah you think! I’m sorry i’m exhausted, semi says when i’m tired i get night sassy

ushijima: night sassy?

you: hearing problems much?

semi: *face palming and pulling y/n away*

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you: someone will die

bokuto: of fun!

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you, to the first years: alright listen up you little sh*ts

you:…not you yamaguchi, you’re an angel and we’re thrilled to have you here

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akaashi: so what do you think?

bokuto: right, i wasn’t entirely listening but i agree with y/n

akaashi:

akaashi: she isn’t even here

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#incorrect x reader quotes #sugawara koshi x reader #sugawara x reader #kiyoko x reader #kiyoko shimizu x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi haijime x reader #ushijima wakatoshi x reader #ushijima x reader #semi x reader #oikawa x reader #oikawa tooru x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #kenma kozume x reader #kenma x reader

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taones · 10 months

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Haikyuu Relationships as Photos

But I try to make it diverse because I’m so sick of seeing only skinny, white girls in these trends <3

pairings - Iwaizumi, Tanaka, Kiyoko, Kuroo, Bokuto, Suna + Atsumu x reader

warnings - smoking, fem bodied!reader

Iwaizumi ^

Tanaka ^

Kiyoko ^

Kuroo ^

Bokuto ^

Suna ^

Atsumu ^

- - - - <3

reblogs and comments appreciated! If you’d like to see more characters or m!reader lmk mwah!

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loveephia · 1 year

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kageyama with a girlfriend who acts a little too much like oikawa.

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader and oikawa aren't related (they both don't know each other), kageyama is just.. amused (?), terushima makes an appearance, kiyoko is mentioned.

⚠ warning/s: none.

a similar post of mine.

HEADCANONS

when kageyama first met you, he thought you were really charming and cute!!

which was why he was very awkward around you. listen, he really liked you 😔

he's practically the embodiment of that one standing emoji.

because of him being.. him, he didn't expect you to like him back at ALL

he never understood why there were always plenty of fanboys (from different schools) visiting karasuno during dismissal hours

but he recently learned that they were waiting for YOU

you wave at them, and some ask for a selfie or two. you nod and pull out your signature peace sign paired with a little wink!!

somehow, kageyama is feeling a sort of déjà vu..

SCENARIO

"y/n, y/n!" a boy with faux blond hair calls out from the crowd of fans waiting by the gate of the school. you smile, and unlock arms with kageyama to head over to them, "yes?"

"can i have a picture with you?" he asks with a huge grin on his face. you nod and stand next to him, watching as he swiftly pulls out his phone to take a selfie.

kageyama watches the scene unfold, looking like there's not a thought behind his eyes. "isn't that the captain of johzenji..?" he tries to recall.

kageyama then remembers the flirtatious way he acted towards kiyoko, and suddenly, he has the gut instinct to pull you away from him as soon as possible.

right after terushima takes the picture, kageyama pulls you away with a gentle yet firm grip on your arm. he runs while dragging you along with him. the crowd of fans tilt their head in confusion on your sudden leave.

"waaa—! where are we going, tobio?!" you wail in confusion.

"the vending machine, i need more milk!" he replies with a white lie.

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eggyrocks · 22 days

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heat: s. kiyoko

word count: 2.3k

description: kiyoko x f!reader; requested by @wyrcan “could you maybe write a little kiyoko fic?? 🥺🤭 she could be the reader’s neighbor and they like get stuck in the apartment building’s elevator or something” a genius request you are a legend for this one

an: LET’S GO LESBIANS!! i normally don’t write in second person bc i don’t like telling people what to do but i thought i’d give it a try <3

warnings: they're trapped in an elevator, wine drinking, swearing, NOT PROOFREAD i can't read or spell :/

requests are currently open!

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The first time you saw her, it was early summer. A hot, humid day with sticky wet air and an unrelenting sun. It was a fresh heat after a cold spell, and you were dragging your feet along the carpeted floor of your apartment building. The thin material of your tank top and gym shorts were already overwhelming, and you were eyeing the plastic bag in your hand, half convinced the ice cream had already started melting into a sweet, thick puddle.

The air conditioning in your apartment building had busted, leaving your apartment somehow even more insufferable than it was outside. You had lingered in the aisle of the convenience store long enough for the storekeeper to get annoyed, and it was time for you to face the reality of your hot, sweaty day.

You were fumbling with the key, plastic bag dangling from your wrist and headphones around your neck, when you heard it. Footsteps that were entirely too loud and enthusiastic for the sluggish sort of day it was. You looked over your shoulder to catch sight of the source with an annoyed pout to see the commotion. Two men, one tall and bald, the other short with hair that maybe added a couple centimeters, each carrying a few haphazardly stacked boxes.

They’re moving in today? you had thought, thinking of how unbearable it must’ve been, and noting the way sweat stains seeped through each of their shirts.

You tried to reserve judgement as you leaned lazily against your front door, halfheartedly twisting your key around in the lock, watching them as they rushed down the hallway, laughing as they did so. They were loud, and you knew exactly which apartment they’d be heading for: the only one that was open, the one right across from yours.

And then, as you were pushing the door open with your hip, she turned the corner, floating down the hallway like a salty ocean breeze. And the second you saw her, dark hair cut short and eyes sparkling, carrying one, singular box labeled plants: delicate, your mouth went dry, and you forgot the heat.

She was only a step behind the others, and she was the one with a key in her hand. As she approached the door, you were vaguely aware of how odd you must’ve looked, frozen halfway through your front door, staring at the dark-haired woman with heart-shaped eyes, but it didn’t snap you out of your trance.

Whoever she was, she didn’t notice you until she had her own apartment door pushed open, and she turned slightly, catching your eye. She seemed surprised, for a second, to notice your staring. And you were amazed that, somehow, your face got hotter. Was she blushing too, or were you imagining it? You were pretty sure the people she was with were saying something to her, but you didn’t hear it. You were locked in, staring at the most beautiful girl you’d ever seen in your life.

And when she gave you a small smile and shifted the weight in her hands to give you a small, polite wave, you were hooked. That was it.

They piled into her apartment, leaving you standing there, stunned, ice cream getting softer. And when the door closed behind them, you were pretty sure you heard from the other side, “Kiyoko, I think that girl was into you!”

The heat returned to your mind, then, and you rushed into your apartment, letting the door slam shut behind you.

Summer persisted, the heat only rising and your air conditioner becoming more and more unreliable. Your methods for staying cool included cold showers, ice packs wrapped in your bedsheets, and avoiding the Kiyoko that had moved into the apartment across from yours, who never failed to make your face run hot.

There were a few times you had run into her, inevitably. Sometimes you’d open your doors at the same time, rushing to get to work. Sometimes you’d get in the elevator at the same time, and you would ask which floor she needed to get off at, pretending not to know already. You always avoided eye contact, and she seemed equally reserved.

And each time, the little crush you had developed got worse.

It made you feel so silly. You weren’t used to these little crushes that made you feel this debilitating combination of nerves and giddiness; excited when she spoke to you and nervous when you had to speak back. At this point in your life, you figured you were resigned to a life of sloppily flirting with girls in dark clubs or endlessly scrolling through dating apps. A love life devoid of romance.

But your neighbor made your blood pump hot and loud without ever even really speaking to you, and you excited at the notion of being proven wrong.

It was late in the summer now, heat stale and constant. Sweat made hair stick to the back of your neck as you climbed into the elevator in your apartment building, and all you could focus on was the cold shower that you were so close to. You had a lovely night planned for yourself, consisting of dramas and the new, unopened bottle of wine you had in your bag. You didn’t even really pay attention to the person who was rushing to catch the elevator, you just held the door open for them without a second thought.

You realized it was her when you caught a whiff of her perfume as she walked passed you: orchid, vanilla, coconut. She would spray it on right before she walked out of her door in the morning, and you would always catch it, enjoying how fresh and clean the scent was. You swallowed, stepping back into the corner as she entered, allowing her space. Your eyes were on the floor as you asked, “What floor?”

“Five, please,” she said, voice soft like it always is.

The door closed, and the elevator jerked upwards. It was an old one, one that probably did not run as smoothly as it once did. Your fingers tapped against the side of your bare thigh, right under the hem of your shorts.

As subtly as you could, you spared a glance in her direction, noting how her short hair was clipped back the best it could be, with short strands falling loose and sticking to the layer of sweat that coated her neck. You swallowed and looked away again.

The elevator rose slowly and shakily. It felt smaller, like it was shrinking the longer the two of you were in there alone.

“You know,” she said suddenly, and your head shot up at the sound of her voice-she usually never said more than one thing to you at once, “you always ask me what floor I need to get off on, but we live right across from each other.”

A nervous smile spreads across your face and you let out a wavering chuckle. “Heh, yeah. I think I just didn’t want you to think I was like, keeping track of where you lived, or anything.”

She laughs now, clear yet quiet. “I was starting to think I wasn’t memorable.”

You didn’t know how to tell her that it was the opposite. That you remember everything about her and tried very hard to make it seem like you did not. You opened your mouth, hoping something witty would come out but doubting your luck.

But then, the elevator shook. It shook in a way that threw you forward, stumbling over your feet until you knocked into your neighbor. Your hands went around her arms instinctively, just as hers went over your shoulders, each trying to keep you steady on your feet.

If your face was hot before, it was scorching now. You stayed there for just a moment, your wide eyes stuck on hers, before you forced yourself to take a firm step back.

And you were so focused on how her hands felt on the skin of your shoulders that you almost didn’t notice that the elevator had stopped moving entirely.

“Oh fuck,” you let out as the realization dawned on you. “Fuck, I always knew this thing would break down, I just hoped it wouldn’t be with me in it.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Kiyoko said from her corner of the elevator, now with a slight tinge of red in her cheeks. “We’ll just hit the emergency button, and I’m sure someone will be here soon. I’ve heard it usually takes like thirty minutes for help to arrive when someone’s stuck in one of these.”

One hour later, Kiyoko sat on the floor of the elevator, holding your brand new and now half-empty bottle of wine by the neck, taking one big gulp. The wine stained her lips and teeth red. You were sure that yours match.

It had only taken about twenty minutes for you to offer up the wine bottle. The heat and the stress was starting to get to you and you needed something as a distraction, other than the way Kiyoko had abandoned her outer layer in favor of a thin camisole. And it hit the both of you quickly, leaving you giggling and discussing nothing and everything. Tales of work and opinions on television stars and favorite albums.

Kiyoko seemed reserved at first, you had thought. But the more you spoke, and the more she eased into it, the surer she became, and the more she threw in her own comments and opinions. It was nice to listen to her.

She pulled the bottle from her lips and she handed it back to you. You took a hefty gulp of your own. It was making you feel pleasant and floaty. “Did you have any important plans for the night that got ruined?” Kiyoko asked, watching as a trickle of wine escaped from the corner of your mouth and trailed down your neck.

You gasped for air as you dropped the bottle once more, and you used the back of your hand to wipe your mouth of wine and spit. “Nope. Was just going to rewatch dramas all night until I fell asleep. Arguably, this is a better way to spend my time.”

Kiyoko laughed. “Same here. I haven’t been very social lately. It feels like this is the universe intervening in my introverted tendencies.”

You were being greedy when you took your second swig in a row, but you needed a bit more liquid courage to ask your next question. “What about the dudes that helped you move in? One of them your boyfriend or something?”

“No,” she said with a bit of an incredulous laugh, “I don’t do ‘boyfriends.’”

“Oh?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow, sliding the bottle of wine back in her direction.

She accepted it readily. “Yeah. I hope this doesn’t sound too cocky, but a lot of boys liked me in high school.”

“That doesn’t sound cocky at all,” you added, “it sounds like my worst nightmare.”

She smirked at you. “Exactly. I hated all of the attention from them. I was the manager for the boys’ volleyball club, so I was surrounded by them all the time. A lot of girls seemed to be jealous of the attention and I couldn’t imagine why. I would’ve much rather’ve been spending time with them.”

There was this way she looked at you, drunken eyes half-closed and pupils dilated that made goosebumps rise over your skin. And you felt like there was something she was trying to tell you. Or maybe it was just something that you desperately want to hear.

She lifted the wine bottle back to you, and instead of reaching forward to grab it, you scooted closer to her. When you grabbed the bottle, your fingers brushed against hers. And when you brought the bottle to your lips once more, you were hyperaware of the fact that it was her lips that were wrapped around that same glass just a second ago. “Did you get to? Spend any time with them, I mean.”

“Nope,” Kiyoko replied, leaning forward, resting her elbows on her knees. “I guess the universe just had it out for me.”

You shrugged and felt bold. “Well, maybe the universe is trying to make it up to you now.”

Her blue eyes were wide and shinning. And when you looked into them it cooled you down, it made you feel like cool, ocean water was washing over you. And the world felt so small, then. It was just you and here, trapped in the hot, small elevator with nothing but a bottle of wine, stained lips, and the space between you. And it felt like the world was getting smaller and smaller.

That was when they finally pried the doors open.

The walk back to your respective apartments was quiet and sobering. Like all of the heat in that elevator was released and dissipated the second they freed you. Kiyoko kept her distance, but walked by your side, matching your stride, until the two of you were forced to part at the arrival of your doors.

With one hand, you fumbled with your key as you usually did, and the other limply held the almost-empty bottle of wine. You were thinking that maybe your cold shower would have to be a little longer and a little colder than usual to get your head screwed back on properly.

“Hey,” you heard the soft voice of Kiyoko, and you turned to face her. She leaned her back up against her door and smiled at you. “That was surprisingly fun.”

You grinned like an over-excited dog. “Maybe we should try getting stuck again.”

“Or we could just have the wine at my place, next time,” she proposed, her hands knotting together behind her back.

“Whenever you want,” you told her, trying not to sound too enthusiastic.

You stood still in place, watching as she blushed and turned away, pushing open her own door. And when the door closed behind her, you couldn’t help but stand and stare after her, feeling a heat that was different from the humidity that stuck to your skin.

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