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mimi-cee-hq · 4 years

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His Sweater - Koganegawa x Reader

Pairing: Koganegawa x f!reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: none

Summary: Y/n tends to be attracted to quiet, calm, and caring guys. But she ends up falling for Koganegawa and it involves a soda, a mop and a sweater - and maybe a few laps around the track.

Words: 2,139

Additional Characters: Futakuchi, Aone, Moniwa, Sakunami, Obara, Kamasaki, Nametsu, Akaashi (mentioned) (how did he get there? lol. jk)

Author's notes: This is a matchup story for an anon. I hope you like it. The matchup description is at the end of the story. This is also for the HQC monthly prompt event, using the Sweater Weather prompt.

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"Wait for me, senpai!!!!" a tall boy with blond hair yelled out, dashing into the convenience store. Y/n felt a breeze as she heard the bell jingle from the entrance door.

Y/n shivered, having recently left the store. The sky was already getting dark when basketball practice finished but now it casted an orange hue over the neighbourhood. As she put on her green blazer for the first time in a while, she recalled a moment back when she lived in Tokyo.

“Do you want my sweater?” Akaashi asked her classmate in junior high. That was when Y/n learned how calm and caring he was - and unknowingly started to have a crush on him. But then she moved to Miyagi so her crush was short-lived. She didn’t mind though. She was hopeful there would be other guys like him.

“Y/N!!!” the same tall boy chased after her, leaving the convenience store. Y/n flinched at his loud voice and almost had an urge to run away. She felt that would be too mean. But it was a little scary to have a 6’3” male teenager running at full speed towards her. She didn’t know him, but his uniform indicated they went to the same school. “Do you play League of Legends?”

Y/n blinked a couple of times before she gave a slow nod. Was he from another class?

Koganegawa, she later learned his name, beamed with excitement as he waved down the other members of the volleyball team. “Sakunami! You’re right! She does play!”

Y/n froze as the crowd came towards her, carrying various drinks. She was able to make out a slushy and a carton of milk but wasn't sure about the rest. She tried her best to give a polite smile, hoping they didn’t notice how awkward she was acting. She didn't mix well with large crowds.

“Are you really good?” Koganegawa continued.

“I’m not that good,” she replied, playing with her fingers, “but I know my way around the game.”

“Guys!” he waved at his team, “Y/n’s really good!” Y/n giggled at how he decided to interpret her words. “When we play together, we keep losing,” Koganegawa said with a frown, “so could you carry us?!”

She stared at Koganegawa’s large frame, then at his teammates of equivalent stature. Although she knew he didn’t mean to literally carry them, she couldn’t help but laugh at the thought of trying to do so. It didn’t help that Koganegawa was so earnest in his request and was currently flustered as to why she was laughing so much.

“I can try my best to lead the team,” she replied. “Although, I don’t know if I’m good enough compared to the rest of you.”

Koganegawa got excited by her response - a little too excited. To the point where he forgot he was holding his drink when his arms shot up.

So his soda ended up on her blazer.

“ACKK!!!” Koganegawa panicked. “I’m so sorry!” He rummaged through his bag, but because he was too flustered, nothing useful came out. (His towel just happened to be with their manager for a wash.)

“It’s okay,” Y/n smiled. “Don’t worry about it. It was an accident.”

Koganegawa couldn’t believe how easily she forgave him. If it was someone like Futakuchi or Moniwa, he would have been scolded for sure. The two of them did end up nagging him anyway, witnessing the whole thing.

Y/n removed her wet blazer. It wouldn’t take long for her to get home to wash it. But she felt a shiver run up her back, forgetting how late it was getting.

“Do you want my sweater?” Koganegawa asked after receiving a bonk on the head from Moniwa.

Y/n stared at the sweater he held out to her. She smirked, not expecting that her memory of Akaashi would be replaced by a comedic introduction from Koganegawa.

*****

After a few months, because of various reasons like school, sports and conflicting schedules, Y/n was finally able to play League with Koganegawa and his friends. He still greeted her during those months whenever they saw each other in the hallway. It was a little jarring to hear him shout her name loud enough for the whole school to hear, but she eventually got used to it

It turned out that Koganegawa didn’t really know what “carry” meant. He just heard the term being used a lot to refer to someone who was experienced with the game.

“So there’s AP carry and there’s AD carry,” Y/n explained. Koganegawa eagerly nodded, showing he was paying attention. So Y/n started to continue but was interrupted by Futakuchi.

“Don’t let him fool you,” Futakuchi mentioned, his arm leaning on the door frame of the classroom. “Just because he’s listening, it doesn’t mean he actually understood.”

Y/n smiled. “I don’t mind teaching him. He’s eager to learn so why not?”

Aone, from behind Futakuchi, indicated they needed to head for practice. “You’d better hurry up,” Futakuchi told Koganegawa. “Otherwise you’ll be late.”

“Yes sir!” Koganegawa replied. “If I'm late, I'll run 100 laps around the track!”

“Uh… no,” Futakuchi sweatdropped. “You don’t have to do that.” But looking at Koganegawa’s face, he sighed. “Ugh, but if you do, at least limit it to twenty, okay?” Aone nodded in agreement.

“Yes sir!” Koganegawa dashed between the desks while pushing his mop.

Y/n and Koganegawa were assigned on clean up duty that day. He was happy to be paired up with someone he knew, not that he would have minded meeting a new person. He liked making friends, which was something Y/n admired about him.

Y/n wiped the chalkboard and looked around trying to recall what else needed to be done. She didn’t want Koganegawa to be late either. She liked volleyball as well as basketball so she understood his eagerness to play.

But as she went to pick up some papers that fell from the teacher’s desk, Koganegawa unintentionally swung the mop towards her and whacked her head. Slightly shaken from the hit, she covered her forehead with her hands, trying to hold back a groan.

“Y/n!!! I’m so sorry!!” Koganegawa yelled out his apology. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m alright,” she told him. Touching her forehead, the growing bump was a little tender but nothing too concerning for her. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be ok-” Suddenly, her eye level shifted. “What are you doing?” Y/n shrieked. Koganegawa picked her up and ran out of the classroom.

He didn't respond to her question but continued to mumble about the nurse's office as if it would help him get there faster.

"Nurse Joy!" he yelled, sliding the door open. It was empty.

"I'm okay," Y/n told him again. She didn't feel any dizziness from the mop but she might have from the run. She didn't want to worry him with that information though.

The two of them decided to wait for the nurse. They were hopeful she would come back soon. But she instead returned an hour later, which made Koganegawa miss his practice. He was a little sad, but prepared himself to run his laps around the track.

“Didn’t Futakuchi say you didn’t have to do it?” Y/n asked. "Besides, it was the nurse's fault that you were late. And you didn't have to wait with me."

"No," he was adamant. "I'm going to run! I need to be a man of my word!"

Y/n, a little stunned, didn't expect Koganegawa to be firm about something like that. From her previous impressions of him, she thought he was naive and clumsy. But to think under all of that, he was a guy of integrity, even for something as small as this. "If you can't be loyal with the little things, you can't be trusted with the big things," she repeated the thought in her head.

Y/n's hands moved to cover her cheeks as if they would help cool them down. She knew this feeling and smiled. She didn't mind if it was someone like Koganegawa, realizing how caring he was.

After leaving the nurse's office, he ran the track. She watched.

He didn't ask her to watch. He probably didn't even notice she was there, expecting her to have gone home by now. He lent her his sweater, saying he wouldn't need it anyway with all the running. But she stuck with him. She wanted to be there to support him when he got tired and to encourage him to keep going when he wanted to give up.

After twenty laps around the track, he panted with arms hanging. Y/n, wearing his sweater, handed a water bottle to him.

"Kogane," she said his nickname, cheeks heating up. "You did well."

*****

“Here, senpai! You can use my sweater!” Koganegawa told Nametsu.

Y/n started visiting their practice matches a few weeks ago. Koganegawa was always happy whenever someone came to watch. But she wondered if she held any significance to him. It seemed like it didn't matter whom he was with. He was always eager to be around anyone because he was a sweet and outgoing guy. So looking at the sweater Nametsu wore, she shouldn’t have been surprised by his gesture. But the knot in her stomach wasn’t there when Akaashi lent his sweater to her classmate. Why was this different? She sighed, knowing why.

It didn’t help that Koganegawa got shy around her recently. He was probably avoiding her but she tried to be optimistic by thinking he was just shy. But there was no reason for him to be shy. “Koganegawa” and “shy” didn’t go together. Shy was a word meant for her.

At first she tried to be very gentle and patient with him, but he would freeze up. It also didn’t help when she covered his hand with hers, trying to show she cared about him. That resulted in him avoiding her for the following 24 hours.

Who was she kidding? He was avoiding her and she didn’t know how to fix it. All she was stuck doing was to watch Koganegawa show kindness to his manager and having unpleasant feelings about it.

“Don’t tell me you’re jealous,” Futakuchi asked Y/n from behind.

Obara closed his water bottle and said, “If you wanted to cheer her up, you should have just told her Koganegawa likes her.”

Aone grunted to show his agreement.

‘Why are you on his side?” Futakuchi asked Aone.

Moniwa placed his hand on Y/n shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he told her, “He definitely likes you.”

“Yeah, could he be more obvious?” laughed Kamasaki.

Y/n turned her head, her eyes finding Koganegawa’s. He quickly looked away, then stole a glance at Y/n before fixing his eyes on the ground. Y/n watched as the redness from his neck rose up to his cheeks.

“Why did you think he’s been so shy around you lately,” Sakunami added. So that was why. He really was just shy. Y/n felt silly for being so blind to it.

Koganegawa’s blush finally reached the top of his head. And then he ran. “Why did you tell her???” he cried out as he exited the gym.

Out of instinct, Y/n ran after him. She wanted to make sure he was okay after his teammates spilled out his feelings for her. She saw him at a distance down the hallway. Koganegawa came to a halt, causing Y/n to flinch and stop as well. Then he started rushing back towards her.

“I don’t hate you Y/n!” he cried out, once he was in front of her.

“What?”

“I didn’t want you to think I ran away because I hate you.”

“I knew that already,” Y/n laughed.

Koganegawa gave a sigh of relief. “Okay. Because I definitely don’t hate you. I-,” he started getting red again, “I actually like you.”

Even though Y/n heard it from his teammates, it was different hearing it from his own mouth. This just made it all the more real. She nodded, showing that she liked him too.

“C- can I kiss you?”

Y/n’s eyes shot open at his sudden request. His confession was already a lot to take in. But with hope filled in his eyes, she didn’t have the heart to say no.

It was wet and sloppy, which she found kind of funny, but she didn’t care because it was from him.

He looked at her expectantly, wondering if he did a good job. She didn't know how to react. So all she was able to say was, “I don’t know what to do with you,” burying her face in her hands.

“I’m sorry! I’ll do better next time!”

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I hope you liked it. I actually cringed at this fic but didn't want to change it. LOL. If you liked this one, you'll probably like my Shibayama x reader one-shot because it has a similar feel to this one. :) Or maybe my Kyoutani x reader one-shot, which is my latest one before this fic.

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

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Matchup description from Anonymous:

hello! may i request a matchup? i’m a 5’7 & heterosexual female who is very introverted and bashful. i have dark skin with black eyes and long, black hair that i normally wear in a ponytail. i also wear glasses. i have an infj-t personality type. i tend to avoid large crowds a lot since i can be quite awkward when talking to people sometimes. but, i’m a pretty happy & kind person that cares about others & tries to cheer people up if they’re feeling sad. (part 1) 🦑🦑

i’m also a pretty smart & hardworking person that is optimistic about the future. my zodiac sign is pisces & my hogwarts house is hufflepuff, which is accurate for a friendly & forgiving person like me. i enjoy playing video games & rhythm games, writing, reading, watching anime & memes, sleeping, & eating food in my free time. i also enjoy playing basketball and volleyball in my free time too. however, i mainly play video games like splatoon & league of legends since games are fun. (pt 2) 🦑🦑

i tend to be attracted to people who are quiet, calm, caring, & aren’t afraid to stand up for what they believe in. i’m also attracted to people who are taller than me and have similar interests as me. but, i’m fine with being with anyone since opposites can attract! in a relationship, i would be very loyal to my lover and would never leave them for someone else. i would be very gentle and patient with giving affection just in case my lover is just as shy as me. thank you! (pt 3) 🦑🦑

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look-its-casper · 7 years

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A. Your blog is absolutely fantastic & I love your writing. || B. Prompt Idea: After being absolutely humiliated by Commander YourADick (Iverson) for the umpteenth time, ya boy lancey-lance finds himself throwing everything into his studies, wanting the man's approval at least once and prove to /everyone/ that he does deserve to be at the Garrison. What starts as a cold turns into something akin to I'm Dying™ but he still trying to go take his exam and his two teammates gotta take care of him ~

ACKK Writer’s block is awful but hello I actually have another fic!

Lance wiped his nose for the umpteenth time that night as he tried to prevent it from dripping onto his book. The stuffed nose was annoying, and the slight headache made him want to curl up and go to sleep, but he kept himself going with the hope that once he was finished, his exam score would be too high for even Commander Iverson to find something wrong with.

So far, nothing he ever did seemed to be good enough for the man. A couple weeks ago, after a successful flight simulation, Lance had been thrilled. Before stepping out of the makeshift shuttle, Lance had high fived both Hunk and Pidge, who had equally large smiles on their faced. They filed out, Lance taking up the rear. Iverson had said nothing to Hunk and Pidge, however laid into Lance as soon as he was close enough to hear him.

He had apparently missed a step, something he was sure had never been covered in class. At least, he hadn’t had it written in his notes. At that moment, though, that didn’t matter, and Lance could do nothing but stand there as he felt his face burning.

Afterwards, he skipped lunch to go check the textbook, just to see if the step was really in there.

It was.

It was at that point that Lance reread the whole chapter, wanting to, needing to know it cover to cover. He wouldn’t let Iverson humiliate him like that. He belonged at the Garrison. He had worked just as hard for his spot as everyone else, he deserved to be in the Garrison as much as everyone else. Now, he was just going to have to start working harder.

He had missed dinner that night as well.

———-

This had gone on for too long.

Pidge looked over at Lance, who clearly was not okay. His eyes were glassy, his face was flushed, his hands were shaking, and every few moments he was stifling coughing in his elbow. It was amazing that he had even managed to get up out of bed that day, let alone dressed and down to the exam room in time. She leaned over the small table, snapping her fingers in his face to get his attention, as he wasn’t responding to her voice, and Hunk seemed oblivious, looking over his notes last minute.

“Lance!”

Lance jumped up, looking at Pidge. “Eh?”

“You weren’t responding.”

“Oh.. Sorry, Pidge. I guess I got distracted.” He gave her a smile, though it seemed forced.

“You’re sick.” It wasn’t a question, just a statement of an observation. His face was pale aside from two fever spots on his cheeks, his eyes were glassy, and it was clear that he was barely awake.

“I’m fine. I was just up late last night.” Lance wiped his nose with his sleeve, having run out of tissues around 3 that morning.

Pidge didn’t get a chance to respond, as the exam was passed out and they had be silent for next hour and a half as they took it. She very quickly got annoyed with the constant sniffling from Lance, and eventually fished a package of kleenex from her back and nailed Lance in the side of the head with it. Lance was startled out of a daze when he was hit, though picked up the package and turned, mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ to Pidge, quick to turn back to his exam before the proctor could yell at him.

——

By the end of the exam, Lance wasn’t sure how he was still awake. He was glad he had studied so much- he couldn’t clear his mind enough to even think about the question, just putting down the first answer that came to his mind and praying it was correct. When the exam was over, he watched his paper be collected, heard the teacher dismiss them, and felt a hand on his arm a few moments later. He didn’t realize they were allowed to leave until he felt a hand on his arm trying to pull him up.“Lance, Buddy, come on. It’s time to go.” Hunk frowned before moving his hand to feel Lance’s face. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got a fever.”“Oh, it’s over already?” Lance looked up, his eyes unfocused. “I’m okay. Just really tired… I’m so freaking tired…”

“Yeah, I can see that. You’re going to bed.” Hunk helped Lance up, holding him in place when Lance swayed dangerously.

“I don’ feel good…” Lance leaned into Hunk a bit, rubbing his eyes.

“You shouldn’t have gotten out of bed this morning. You’ve probably made yourself feel a lot worse.” Pidge folded her arms, standing in front of the two boys. Lance didn’t respond to her, suddenly slumping bonelessly against Hunk, who’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Pidge! What do we do?”

“Well we can’t just leave him here.”

——–

When Lance woke up, his vision was fuzzy, but he could tell that he was in his own room again. As his vision started to clear, he finally registered the two other people in the room with him, his teammates. He rolled over, coughing a few times to try to clear his throat.

There was soon a hand on his back, helping him sit up. Another set of hands pressed a glass of water into his hands, and he sipped at it, looking over to see a concerned looking Pidge and Hunk in complete Mother Hen™ mode.

“You’re an idiot.” There was no bite to Pidge’s words- she really had been worried when he just collapsed.

“You really should have stayed in bed, buddy.” This advisement came from Hunk.

Lance just felt awful- on top of physically feeling like he was run over by a truck, he knew that he has just made everything more difficult for his team. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean… I just couldn’t miss the exam…”“I know, I know. You don’t think I haven’t noticed how late you’ve been staying up?”

Lance flinched a bit at Hunk’s words. Had he been keeping Hunk awake at night? Hunk continued, not acknowledging Lance’s reaction.

“And skipping meals isn’t healthy. Sleep you can get away with not having as much, but if you skip another meal I’m sending Pidge after you.”

“Hey!” Pidge huffed lightly, folding her arms. Hunk ignored her as well.

“You just really need to take care of yourself better. Why were you studying so hard anyway?”

Lance looked down, his ears red, from embarrassment, not the fever. “I just… It’s stupid. It doesn’t matter.”

“Lance, if it’s bothering you, it’s important to us.” Pidge sat down on the end of Lance’s bed.

“I just…” Lance hesitated a bit. “I’m just so sick of Iverson targeting me… I worked just as hard for my spot as everyone else I just… I just want to show him that I belong here.” Had the fever not been there, the chances of Lance admitting it so easily would have been none. Given that his temperature was hovering close to 103, though, his filter had taken a day off. Pidge crawled forward a bit and put a hand on Lance’s shoulder.

“You do belong here, Lance.”“You’re an entire third of our team.” Hunk smiles, and his expression is so kind that Lance has to swallow a lump that’s forming in his throat.

“Thanks, guys.”

“Anytime, Lance. I mean it. Now get some sleep.”

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