#so cheap Daichi

[heich0e]

liv dropping the most insane plot line and then running away w/o further explanation

koushi loses his virginity to childhood friend!reader because you tell him that you're scared that when you finally get a boyfriend you won't know what to do. you tell him that he's the only one you trust, and you want it to be him. he doesn't have the heart to tell you it's his first time either, the nerve to say that he's been in love with you since before he even knew what that meant, or the willpower to deny you.

he and daichi move into a little apartment in the city together after high school—suga studying education and daichi at the police academy not too far from the university. it's a good arrangement; they're already more than comfortable together after all these years, and the only way either of them could afford a place that wasn't a shoebox was to live with a roommate. you take a year off after you all graduate high school, staying at home to work part time and figure out what you want to do with your life.

you've always told koushi you want to go to school in tokyo. but tokyo is expensive, so you need time to save up. and tokyo is far, so koushi needs time to steel himself for saying goodbye.

you come to visit him and daichi in sendai often, and frequently spend the night at their place—since the departure of the last train home always seems to creep up on you too quickly when you're with the duo, especially if you've had a few drinks. and when you inevitably look to koushi and bat your eyelashes and ask if you can spend the night instead of racing to the station to catch the last train, he never ever denies you.

spending time with suga and daichi is easy. it's comfortable. even though koushi is the common link between you, daichi was quick to accept you as a part of the deal—having once referred to you as a gift with purchase, which made all of you laugh. sometimes the boys take you out and introduce you to the new friends they've made since graduating. sometimes the three of you just lounge around their living room, drinking cheap beer that one of their senpais bought for them and talking about whatever comes to mind. koushi likes those nights the best—the ones where you're relaxed and soft, and sometimes ask to borrow a sweatshirt that he's all too eager to loan you.

you sleep with koushi a few more times, but don't ever really talk about it. daichi knows how suga feels about you (and has felt about you for all these years) and he warns suga that this isn't good for him. koushi brushes him off every time, probably smiles in a way that's just a little too strained to be sincere, and reassures him everything is fine. daichi doesn't push it, but he does start to treat you a bit differently—a bit more warily, because he resents the way you're hurting his friend.

one evening you come by their apartment before suga's made it back from class—letting yourself in with the spare key he gave you—and wait for him to return. daichi arrives home first after a brutal day at school, he'd gotten a bad score on an assessment and he has a group project due and his group mates are ghosting him. he's frustrated, and seeing you sitting in the living room irritates him. he cracks a beer, and then goes out to the balcony for a cigarette.

you follow him out.

you tease him that smoking is bad for him.

he knows that, and is already kind of annoyed he's picked up the habit since starting university. his reply to you is clipped. you quirk a brow and ask him for a drag. he looks at you, barely holding back all the things he wants to say to you.

you're flirting with him.

koushi has been in love with you since you were kids. has been sleeping with you now for months. and you're here flirting with his best friend.

and maybe that's why daichi goes along with it. maybe he's just stressed out and frustrated and taking it out on you. maybe it's his misguided way of hoping to finally get the message through to koushi that you're not good for him.

he regrets it the moment koushi walks in on the two of you on the sofa the two of them each paid half for—you stradding daichi's lap with your shift off—and sees the look of heartbreak on his best friend's face.

#liv got mail #this is about the koushi and childhood friend reader wip where suga walks in on you and daichi hooking up in their shared apartment #WOOF forgot abt this one... not sure why i never hit post?? #liv draft love #tw virginity

[wttcsms]

listen what about the good girl's boy best friend futakuchi ORRRR the police officer x DA with daichi. is daichi underrated enough. please pick one that is worthy and YOU decide whether it should be nsfw or not. i trust you with these

everything's blurry but you, kenji futakuchi;

pairing kenji futakuchi x f!reader word count 3.5k synopsis barely in your baby twenties, and you think life is so over for you. then, while at rock bottom, you run into futakuchi, and realize that 1) he's kinda pathetic, and 2) someone else's pathetic-ness totally distracts you from your own. so, guess you two are in it together. content contains drinking, bar setting (physical location, this fic does not set the bar for anything, don't get it twisted) prompt instead of the good girl x mysterious bad boy, it’s the good girl’s boy best friend (who’s been hopelessly in love with her for a while) x the new girl in town who’s her complete opposite

Kenji Futakuchi strategically chooses a Friday to confess to his first love — that he naively thinks will be his only love, that he naively believes his feelings are love — because it’s basically the end of the week. 

Can’t do it on a Monday; when he faces the inevitable rejection, he’ll have to sludge through the workweek feeling like the world’s biggest loser. Wednesday doesn’t work since it’s that odd day in the middle of the week where nothing important is supposed to happen; might as well not try to mix up the monotony. Friday is good because when she breaks his heart, he’ll have tonight and Saturday night to drown his sorrows in cheap liquor, and he still has Sunday to rest up and actually get over it. 

The confession goes as expected — despite his sweaty palms, rapid heartbeat, and the voice in the back of his head asking him are we sure we want to go through with this?, Kenji straightens his back and boldly confesses that he’s had feelings for her since high school. He’s met with her wide-eyed expression, a rosy blush creeping upon the apple of her porcelain cheeks, and she looks down at her shoes, too shy to face her best friend since childhood, too shocked about his crush as if it wasn’t the most obvious thing in the world. 

He already went in knowing that he was going to walk out a loser. It’s a bad mentality to have before entering a game, but he would never cheapen his feelings to the point of treating them like they’re just a part of some silly game. His heart thumping against his ribcage, the tiny adrenaline rush coursing through his veins when he finally decided to just be a man and at least make an attempt to get the girl — all of this is proof that this is real. Not a game. And yet—

“I’m so sorry, Kenny.” He would never allow anyone else to call him by that nickname; this is a privilege reserved only for her. It used to feel like an inside joke between them, but he finds himself shrinking back from her, and now the joke’s flying over his head. He’s on the outside looking in. This is not real, he decides. The humiliating “we can still be friends” conversation is happening to someone who only looks like him, he decides. His sudden desire to get shitfaced at the nearest bar has nothing to do with this awkward, embarrassing situation that is not happening to him, he decides. 

She looks like she’s near tears, and she’s such a sweetheart, that he knows that this is somehow harder for her than it is for him. The urge to console her is overwhelming, but then she speaks. 

“We’re—” She pauses slightly; she’s careful with her words, always cautious. Kenji starts spiraling, trying desperately to fill in the blanks when he sees her lips start to form that dreaded word, the F-Bomb that will surely impact his ego and blow it up, forcing him to leave it tattered on the sidewalk of her neighborhood. “—friends.” 

She says it with such finality, it’s almost like a fucking death sentence. He’s in a courtroom, and she’s the judge telling him that he’s never going to see the sun ever again. 

He makes his way to the bar in a daze, muttering to himself, playing a game. He wonders what she was going to say to fill the silence. We’re — just, only, always going to be, better off as — friends. Whatever he chooses, he’s screwed.  

“Fuck,” he groans, wanting to bury his face in his hands. The alcohol hasn’t quite hit his system yet; he knows so, because he’s still capable of rational thought. He should stop now, go home, take a shower, and hide under the covers, dead to the world until Sunday afternoon, which is when he has his upcoming game. 

“Are you done?” An annoyed voice causes him to look up. 

“What?” 

“I said, are you done? You’ve been talking to yourself for the past thirty minutes, and it’s starting to piss me off.” 

When Kenji is with her, he tries to be a better person. He knows that during their high school days, he had a tendency to pick fights, antagonize others, take delight in besting an opponent. All that holding back only resulted in him being ditched for some mysterious rich guy who drives a sleek black car with tinted windows. Maybe it’s the alcohol finally hitting, but he makes the decision to just be himself. It’s not like he gives a shit on how you’ll feel about his attitude. 

“There are plenty of other seats in this bar. Go sit somewhere else if I’m bothering you that much.” He scoffs. You narrow your eyes.

“I was here first. You should move.”

You turn your body to face him, taking in the strange man sitting one barstool away from you. He also fully turns his body so he can face you, almost childishly mimicking your movements, except he’s got one elbow resting on the sticky countertop. He looks like he wants to pick a fight with you, his brown eyes narrowed, lips curled in a scowl. The jetlag, the bartender mixing up your drink order, the lack of sleep, the awful professors in grad school, the date your parents are forcing you to go on — all of it has been packed neatly and tightly into your nervous system, compartmentalized, and promptly stowed away. 

You can feel all your built-up irritation clawing its way out of your skin. Normally, you would just roll your eyes, take your purse, and leave. Normally, you wouldn’t have even said anything. It’s not like he was even talking all that loud. Normally, you would just mind your own business. 

Then again, thinking too much about your own life is the reason why you’re spiraling, heading straight to rock bottom, no Google Maps needed for you to find your way there. Maybe it’s just better for you to pour all your attention onto this man. 

“I’ve been living in this town since I was born, and I’ve never seen you here before.” He gives you a dramatic, childish, once-over. You’re wearing slacks, pointy-toed high heels, a fucking blazer. He snorts, then thinks about her ballet flats that she favors, her fluffy sweaters, her frilly skirts. Wanting to rid himself of all conscious memory of her, he pours himself another shot, downs it like water, and works on committing your serious image to memory. He takes in your disgusted expression. 

Better, he decides. He’s not thinking about his little heartbreaker. 

“Oh, I didn’t know I was meeting with the fucking mayor.” You give him a once-over as well. He can’t remember the last time he’s been scrutinized so coldly. It’s a feeling he isn’t used to, especially now that he’s a young adult and the volleyball games he plays now don’t feel so high-stakes. You’re sizing him up like he’s an opponent. He wants to tell you that he doesn’t fight women, but he’s petty enough and drunk enough to want to push your buttons — all four of them, really, when he takes in the golden buttons of your blazer, each one of them engraved with some designer logo he certainly can’t afford. “Have you ever considered that not everyone spends their free time getting sloppy drunk? Some of us have jobs.” 

“Oh, yeah? What’s a job?” He asks, blinking owlishly at you. “I don’t know what that is since I’m such a simpleton. Maybe you can go call a cab and get it to take you to your job, and let me know what it’s like. I’ll still be here when you get back.” 

Maybe in a different life, in a different situation, when you’re in a different mood, this stranger would be funny. Maybe in better lighting, he’d even be cute. 

“I said some of us have jobs. Never said I was included in that group.” The words taste bitter, and you know it’s not because of the drinks you’ve had. 

His expression softens a bit. As a child, Kenji used to poke anthills with a stick, toying with the little guys just because it seemed funny to his boyish brain at the time. Despite this, he’s not the type to kick someone when they’re down, even if you’re rude and have bad manners. 

Silence. 

This one, he doesn’t bother trying to fill. 

He watches you pour yourself a shot, and he copies you. You don’t notice, but then you’re pouring up a second, then a third, and he can’t help it; he follows along. You catch him doing it out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly, a stroke of competitiveness that hasn’t afflicted either of you since adolescence is now invigorating the both of you. He matches you, shot for shot, and oh — he is definitely going to regret this. He might actually regret this by the time Sunday rolls around. 

Noticing his hesitation and the near-empty bottle, you drunkenly call for his attention.

“Hey—” You bring your bottle to your lips, downing the rest of the contents, giving him a self-satisfied smile. When you wake up with a raging headache, hunched over the toilet, and having to show up to your blind date with sunglasses to hide your ragged state, you will regret this. Right now, you’ll take any small win you can get. 

His cheeks are flushed, his reaction time slower as it takes him a few seconds to process what he just witnessed. 

“You’re insane.” He mumbles, fumbling for his own bottle, and missing it by quite a margin. 

“Don’t bother. I beat you, I drank it faster, and I’m holding my liquor way better.” Your words are slurred, there is way too much alcohol sloshing in your otherwise empty stomach, and the fact that you can’t tell you sound totally drunk (and neither can he) is a dead giveaway that both of you need to get your stomachs pumped and hooked up to an IV, stat. 

“Liar. Look at the way you’re struggling to sit in your seat.” He’s not doing so hot himself. The only reason he’s not swaying like you is because he’s leaning against the bar counter for support. That, and he thinks any sudden movement might cause his brain to shut down.

“I’m fine.” You insist, and you look like you’re going to try to prove just how fine you are, until your phone lights up. Your almost carefree expression suddenly hardens. You decline the call, but even drunk, Kenji can feel the shift in atmosphere, the change in your demeanor. 

“You sure?” He asks. 

“Absolutely.” You reply back, with none of the conviction you’ve previously been serving up on a platter for him. He almost misses how annoying you are; the mopey version of you is no fun.��

(That, and as much as Kenji Futakuchi spends time insisting that it’s not true, his insides are just as soft as everybody else’s. If only he was an asshole. He could be stumbling back home right now.)

“Whatever’s bothering you, I’m pretty sure I have it rougher. So, don’t go throwing yourself an undeserved pity party.” 

“I highly doubt that.” At least you don’t sound so resigned when you say it. “And I’m not throwing a pity party.” Pity is for losers. 

“Oh, yeah?” He takes the bait you set out — another competition. “What’s the matter with you?” 

“My professor stole my paper and took credit for all my work, for starters.” You don’t know why you tell him this; probably because he’s the farthest thing from an academic, and unlike your classmates that you mistakenly considered friends, at least he’s not going to shun you — or, even worse — take your professor’s side. 

“Boring.” He fakes a yawn. “You downed a bottle of tequila because of that?”

You frown. “Well, what’s your deal? It better be something major.”

“Soul crushing.” He tells you, and he means it. You’re a stranger. He’ll probably never run into you ever again. His friends will never let him hear the end of it if he tells them the truth, or even worse, they’ll pity him. He decides to let you in on the secret. “I confessed to the girl I’ve been in love with since childhood.” 

You’re silent for a second, then, you toss your head back and laugh. His embarrassment quickly gets replaced with indignation. 

“What’s so funny?” 

You wipe a tear from your cheek. “Oh, nothing. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve ever heard, given the circumstances. Tell me the truth: why are you really here?” 

He blinks. “I told you the truth.”

He waits impatiently for your laughter to die down. 

“That’s your soul crushing news?” You ask him, clutching your stomach, grinning at him. You haven’t had a good laugh in weeks. You were almost scared that you had forgotten how to. 

“She’s a nice girl.” He resists the sudden childish urge to stick out his tongue and blow a raspberry. “Nicer than you.” 

“If she’s so nice, then why are you drinking alone at a bar and acting like the world is ending instead of being with her?” You point out. 

“How would you reject a guy who confesses to you?”

You don’t mention that you’ve never been confessed to. Instead, you pretend to ponder it for all of two seconds, before saying, “I’d tell him the truth.” 

“The truth?”

“If I like him, then I’ll admit to returning his feelings. If I don’t like him, I’ll tell him that.” You shrug. “Simple.” 

“So heartless.” He scoffs. “You won’t even tell him that you two can still be friends?” 

“Do you think people can still be friends after all that? Like, things will just be the same as always between you two?” You don’t sound mean when you ask him this; just genuinely curious. 

He tries to turn the attention back to you. “What if you two aren’t friends, then?” 

“Why bother telling him that we can still be friends?”

“It’s polite.”

“It’s cruel. No one really means it when they say they can still be friends. People only say that because they think it softens the blow.” You lean your body forward, palms resting on the bar stool that separates you two. You’re surprisingly steady as you tell him, “Reciprocation is true kindness.” 

Your eyes seem to sparkle under the warm lighting of the bar. He wants to blame this realization on the alcohol, but this is somehow the clearest his consciousness has been in a minute. 

“What do you mean by that?”

“If someone reveals their true feelings, you should respect them by revealing your own. I hope she told you how she really felt.” 

We’re friends. We’re friends. We’re—

a pause, hesitation, reluctance

—friends. 

He licks his lips. His mouth suddenly feels dry. He’s aware of you staring at him, but you’re so drunk, you probably don’t realize the intensity of your gaze. 

“She told me we’re friends.”

“And?” You press him for more information.

“That’s it.” He runs a shaky hand through his hair. “What does that mean?”

You make a face. 

“It means you’re totally fucked. Sorry.” 

He groans. “What do you know anyway? You’re just another bum in this bar.” 

“A bum in this bar who can outdrink you, and my problems are actually major.” 

“So, what? Call him out for plagiarism. Easy fix.” 

“Easy fix, my ass.” You grumble. “You wouldn’t get it.” 

“Not even going to ask you to elaborate.” Then, “Got any other complicated problems my tiny brain can’t understand?” 

“I’m totally fucked, too.” You admit. “Except mine is out of my control, and your pathetic situation was easily avoidable.” 

“How was my situation ‘easily avoidable’?” 

“Well, live a lie and don’t confess. Or, maybe just don’t like her?” 

Kenji has never met someone so interesting. Usually, when people spout out bullshit and other complete nonsense, they do it with false bravado and counterfeit confidence. You sound like you genuinely believe in what you’re saying — as if feelings are just something you can flip on and off, like a switch, like a choice. 

“Those are your solutions?” 

You nod. He can’t even find it in himself to shake his head. He’s now oddly fascinated in what could possibly be going on in your life if you’re handling your shit with such emotionless, cold decision making. 

“So, what about your other problems?” 

“The whole point of being here is so I can forget about them.” When he doesn’t say anything else, you sigh. No point in acting like it’s not going to happen. “My parents sent me out here because I’m going on a date. Some businessman I  went to high school with. They’re hoping we get engaged soon.” 

“What’s so problematic about that?” 

“Apparently he’s in love with some random girl.” 

“So you don’t want to fight for his attention?” 

“I don’t want him at all. My parents keep pushing for this, though, and since I dropped out because of the whole plagiarism thing, I don’t—” You pause. Even if he is just a stranger, airing out all your business in this dingy bar is a tad bit too pathetic for your liking. “It’s whatever.” 

He bites his tongue, resisting the urge to point out that it sure doesn’t sound like whatever. 

“I should go. Thanks for… this.” You wave your hand in the air, unsure of what to call this situation. Your moves are a bit clumsier than usual, and the heel of your shoe catches onto the legs of the stool as you’re getting up, and you can see it all happen in slow motion. You can feel the pull of gravity dragging you down, and you think for a split second that maybe banging your head on this dirty floor might actually be worth it. Maybe you’ll get amnesia and forget how shitty everything is. Maybe you’ll fall into a coma, be basically dead to the world. Maybe you’ll actually be buried six feet under. 

Kenji’s reflexes are still quick. He jumps up from his chair, and your body crashes against his. He got up way too fast, and now his head is kind of spinning. The room is spinning. He hears a faint ringing in his ears, and he blinks hard, trying to focus. Everything is blurry. 

He looks down, and you’re peering up at him, staring at him curiously. Everything is blurry but you. In fact, he could probably count your individual lashes with the way he’s hyper focused on you.  

“You can let me go now.” You murmur, and he clears his throat awkwardly, instantly removing his hold on you. He’s thankful for the shots he took because he can at least blame the scarlet flush on the alcohol instead of the embarrassment. 

“Did you call a cab?” He asks, noticing how dark it’s gotten outside. 

“I was just going to walk back. Try to sober up.” 

Sober seems like a hefty goal at the moment. “Don’t be stupid. Get a cab.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.” You huff.

“Let me walk you home, then.” 

“I’m drunk, but I’m not dumb enough to let a strange man know where I’m staying.” 

“It’s dark, and like you said, you’re drunk. At least call that guy you’re going on a date with.” 

You frown, refusing to look at him. “We don’t have that kind of relationship.”

“But you’re planning on being engaged to him?” 

“Like I said, we don’t have that kind of relationship.” 

In the end, you know that this stranger is right. You’re not sure which cab services are still running at this hour, and you know no one else in this town. You dial Kato’s number, pleasantly surprised that he manages to pick up on the third ring. 

“I’m drunk. I’m going to text you my location. Please pick me up.” You ignore a greeting altogether, and before he can give an excuse on why he can’t come, you add, “There’s a strange man here, and I don’t want to be alone with him.” The stranger makes a face, and you mouth out a sorry. 

Kato sighs over the line. “Give me the address, and I’ll be there shortly.”

“Thanks, Kato.” He hangs up before you’re even done speaking. 

You expect the stranger to make a teasing remark, probably boast about how he knows everything and be pleased with how you did what he asked, but he looks confused.

“Kato?” He repeats.

“Yes, that’s his name.”

“Daisuke Kato?” He presses you, and you nod. 

Maybe your paths will cross again, he decides. He can’t tell if this is a good or a bad thing, especially since Daisuke Kato is the name of the man who Kenji’s best friend has fallen in love with.

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[bestiesenpai]

Youtuber Itadori

Gardener Itadori is the cutest thing ever and I tried to make him as cute as possible here lol. Femme reader 9.6k words

Hands in the soil, dirt beneath his nails and a bountiful harvest in his little wicker basket - that’s what Itadori’s life had become, and he wasn’t mad about it. After inheriting a home and land in the countryside from his grandfather, Itadori scoffed at the idea of living in the slow countryside, but burdened with morality, he went and discovered that it was actually the best thing for him.

Quickly getting to work, he collected rain water, installed solar panels, had a massively flourishing garden that he rotated with seasonal plants all year round and cultivated a nice relationship with the local farmers. Everyone traded their wares, holding markets in the town center that people from all over would come and visit.

Itadori haphazardly stumbled into making YouTube videos one day when he decided to post a video of the apples he’d just picked to show his friends. It wasn’t a long video, ten minutes max, but for some reason the algorithm had decided to bless him and put his video in front of a million people.

The comments made him smile, they were all so supportive of his hard work. A few made him blush, calling him impossibly cute among a few other embarrassing things. And that was how his channel was born. Ordering a few cheap supplies off Amazon, Itadori filmed whatever he thought was interesting: his spring harvest, deadheading flowers, the farmers market and the handmade soap he got one day.

He had imagined his life to be filled with the busy atmosphere of the city, but the relaxed pace of the countryside brought his mind at ease. All he needed to do here was make enough to pay for utilities and keep himself fed. Sure he missed his friends, but they were always a phone call or a train ride away and he had managed to make more friends during his time here.

Walking the rows of his garden, Itadori filmed the plants along the way, narrating what he was planning to do with the upcoming summer season and what fruits and vegetables he was excited to grow. Quickly posting the video to TikTok, he tucked his phone away and forgot about it; becoming entranced with small insects and birds that visited often got him distracted.

“Yuji!” Someone shouted, drawing Itadori’s focus away from the caterpillar he was feeding a berry to. Dusting off his pants, Itadori came to a stand and looked around to find the voice.

“Hey!” He waved back upon landing eyes on Daichi, the retired farmer standing at the edge of his field. Bounding towards him, Itadori could see the gray streaks of hair permeating the otherwise dark strands on the man's head. “What’s up, gramps?”

“There’s someone I want you to meet.” Flicking his chin, Daichi began to walk towards his home and Itadori followed dutifully. It wasn’t a far walk, hardly five minutes and they were at the front door.

“(Y/N)! C’mere!” Daichi beckoned and the sound of rushed footsteps gave way to a side door opening in the hallway and a flustered individual staring back.

“I told you I’m in a meeting!” You hissed, eyes flicking to Itadori but not paying him any mind. “Give me a minute, please?” Not waiting for a response, you hurriedly closed the door and went back to work.

“Who’s that?” Following Daichi to the living room, Itadori accepted the lemonade that was offered to him by Daichi’s wife.

“That’s the grandkid.” Daichi huffed, taking a sip from his own glass. “She’s here for the summer to spend some time with us.”

“Hmm.” Nodding along, Itadori’s eyes wandered to the hallway, where if he strained he could hear your voice.

“There ya are!” Throwing up a hand, Daichi grunted. “I thought you said you were on vacation, what’s with the work?”

“Not yet. I told you I have some things to finish up for the end of the week and then I’m free.” Rolling your eyes, you entered the fray. Itadori tried not to giggle at the button up you’d thrown on over an old shirt for your meeting. You quickly took it off, laying it over the back of the couch before sitting down next to your grandfather.

“Whatever.” Waving off your attitude, Daichi gestured to Itadori. “We have a guest, say hi.”

“Hey, I’m (Y/N).” Giving him a brief wave, you settled into the cushions.

“I’m Itadori, I live in the house next door.”

“Got it from his grandpa! You remember old man Wasuke, right?”

“Kinda…” Wasuke hadn’t lived in the area for long, and what you remembered of him was that he gave you money for some candy at a festival once.

“Wasuke wasn’t much of a farmer but Yuji here? Why, he’s got a great green thumb!” Laughing to himself, Daichi pushed up off the couch. “Stay here and chat, I’m going to see what grandma is making for lunch.”

As Daichi shuffled away, Itadori took the opportunity to observe you a bit more. You were typing furiously on your phone, mumbling that you’d be done in just a few seconds. He couldn’t deny he thought you were cute, hoping that this coming summer you would have a chance to hang out - just the two of you.

“What kind of things do you grow?” Finally tossing your phone away, you looked up at Itadori, seemingly not noticing that he’d already been staring at you.

“I-I grow a lot of things!” Clearing his throat, he tried to hide his surprised blush with his cup. “Right now I’m transitioning to summer crops and I really hope to grow some amazing strawberries this year and make some jam.”

“That sounds cool, you’ll have to let me come by and see the garden.”

“(Y/N) can’t even grow a houseplant!” Daichi shouted from the kitchen, causing you to jump up in defense.

“Grandpa be quiet!” Now it was your turn to blush, heat crawling over your entire body. You could hardly look at Itadori when you sat down, slapping your hands over your face as Daichi laughed. “God, he’s so embarrassing.” While what he said was true, why did he have to say it in front of the cute boy you’d be seeing the whole summer?

“It’s okay!” Itadori chuckled a little, enamored by your bashfulness. “I think you can grow something if you really put your mind to it.”

“Thanks.” Collapsing onto the couch, you stared at the ceiling. “But honestly, I’d probably need divine intervention to keep a plant alive longer than three weeks.”

“I’ll make sure whatever you plant stays alive the whole summer.” Whatever Itadori had to do, he was ready.

“Promise?” Turning to look at him, you stuck your hand out, pinky outstretched to him.

“Promise.” Quickly locking his pinky with yours, Itadori shook your hand. He’d have to remember to grab your number before he left, now that he had an excuse to start talking to you.

Talking a bit more, it wasn’t long till lunch was ready and Itadori was sitting at the dining table with a sandwich in front of him. He’d eaten in the house before, but it was different now that you were here.

“Did’ya know Yuji makes videos about plants?” Daichi asked, looking at you curiously. “Puts ‘em on YouTube and stuff.”

“Really? What’s the name of your channel, I’ll check it out!”

“(Y/N) works for a big PR agency in the city, maybe she can help promote you.” Daichi said with a proud smile on his face.

“Grandpa, I work with musicians.”

“You never know, maybe Yuji is into music!”

“Not really.” Itadori laughed, shaking his head. “I go to karaoke sometimes but that’s about it.”

Chatting away into the day, eventually you had to return to your laptop and finish out a few more things for the workday. Itadori had scored not only your number, but you were now mutuals on a bunch of social media sites. When you balked at his TikTok and YouTube following, it made Itadori’s chest swell a bit.

He didn’t see you for a few days after, with you being busy on your laptop and him being busy in the garden, there was no time to meet. But you did text him occasionally, sending pictures of plants you were hoping to grow and if there was something funny to show on Twitter.

When Saturday came, you sent Itadori a text in the morning asking if you could come over to see the garden. He instantly replied, dropping everything he was doing and running around the house to prepare for your visit.

Making a lunch, drinks, cleaning dishes that were already clean and making sure the greenhouse out back was spotless - he’d done everything a million times over and it still didn’t feel like he was ready enough when you rang the doorbell.

“C-coming!” Nearly tripping over an area rug, Itadori ran to the door. Opening it in a hurry, you gasped at the sudden motion and Itadori gasped upon seeing you. In a pale yellow sundress and a wicker hat no doubt made by your grandma, you were exactly what Itadori imagined the cutest gardener ever to look like.

“Hi!” You smiled, waving a hand at him. The faint smell of sunscreen drifted towards him and Itadori stepped aside to let you in.

“Hi.” He replied dumbly, closing the door after you. He suddenly felt self conscious of the decor of his home; it wasn’t modern in any sense, all of the furniture belonging to his grandpa before he passed.

“I remember this!” Stopping in the hallway, you pointed at a painting of a field of tulips.

“You do?” Itadori had passed by the artwork many times and didn’t think it had any special meaning.

“Yeah! Our grandpas painted together when I was young, I remember finger painting some of the tulips on here.” The tips of your fingers brushed the canvas as the memory came back to you of sitting on Daichi’s lap and insisting on helping.

“That’s really cute.” Itadori cooed, wishing he could have been there as well. Shuffling towards the backdoor, Itadori beckoned you to follow. “I have something to show you.”

Following him diligently, your jaw dropped at the garden before you. There were rows of large spring crops ready to be harvested, several flower bushes being visited by bees, and a few garden beds filled with rich dark soil and seedlings taking root. You couldn’t help but stop and smell some of the flowers as you walked through the garden, smiling at the ladybugs and caterpillars that called the leaves home.

“This is amazing.” Coming upon a large archway in the path, it was fully enclosed in climbing roses, some beginning to flower and show delicate pink blossoms.

“These are cecile brunner roses.” Coming up to one, Itadori plucked a flower and held out the stem for you, which you happily took. “At first I didn’t think it would ever grow, but luckily it took to the soil.” There were countless days spent doing research on the best soil, watering techniques and fertilizer to get the roses to not only grow and climb around the archway but to also survive the winter.

“Grandpa wasn’t kidding when he said you’re a great gardener.” Coming to the edge of the garden, you saw an empty little plot of dirt waiting patiently to be used. “How cute.” Crouching down, you giggled at the sign made with popsicle sticks and cardboard that read ‘(Y/N)’s garden’.

“Made it this morning.” Rubbing the back of his neck bashfully, Itadori motioned to the greenhouse off to the side of the garden. “I have a bunch of seeds in the greenhouse ready for you to choose from. A bunch of flowers and stuff.” Was it wrong to assume you would like to grow flowers? He didn’t want to stereotype you or make you feel bad-

“I’d love to grow some flowers!” Cutting off his inner monologue, you started toward the little structure. “I can give them to my grandma!” Itadori watched you walk away for a few paces before following you, his long stride catching up with you in no time.

Inside the greenhouse, with its frosted windows and higher humidity, it felt like the two of you were in a completely separate world. Itadori had set up the building shortly after moving in, assembling and filling it with gardening supplies and saplings in record time. He’d laid out all the summer seeds he had for you on his work table, unsure of what you’d like.

“I definitely want to grow these.” Holding up a packet of sunflower seeds, you handed them to Itadori, who settled close to your side. “Definitely a watermelon too!” As you picked seeds, Itadori followed along, making a mental checklist of what soil and fertilizer would be needed.

“Hey (Y/N)...” Walking back to your little plot, Itadori wasn’t sure how to pose the question he had.

“What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I set up the camera and film this for a video?” It felt so awkward asking you this - no one was ever in his videos so he never had to worry about asking permission. “It’s not for anything weird, I promise! I just think it’d be nice to make a series for new gardeners. Y’know, give tips and stuff?”

“That’d be perfectly fine!” Your immediate response instantly eased Itadori’s nerves. “Have to capitalize on every chance to make content.”

“I’ll be right back!” He didn’t want to keep you waiting, breaking out into a sprint to grab his camera gear. Setting up his trusty dirt covered tripod, he made sure the scene wasn’t too washed out from the glaring sun before hitting record and running back in front of the camera.

“Hi, welcome back to my garden!” Itadori started the video; he didn’t do proper intro’s or fancy editing for his videos, he preferred to keep it simple. “This is-” Stopping himself short, he turned to you. “Wait, sorry I didn’t even ask if you wanted to be in the video.”

“I don’t mind! I’m already here anyway.” Giggling a little, you waved to the camera. “Hi, I’m (Y/N), someone that can’t garden to save her life.”

“Yeah, this is (Y/N).” Laughing at your introduction, Itadori loosened up as he spoke. Talking about the promise he had made and the seeds you chose to plant, he went through the packets with the camera and zoomed in on the empty soil.

“I’m going to list on screen the fertilizers I recommend for this kind of soil; it’s all kinds you can buy for cheap!”

“You’re really easy going in front of the camera.” You said after he turned it off. You’d interjected with funny quips here and there as you and Itadori planted, but for the most part you were quiet, letting him do his thing and rattle off a million and one gardening tips.

“You think so? That’s good to hear!” Your compliment meant a lot to him; he never had an audience before, and his friends never commented on it when they watched his videos. A light blush adorned his cheeks as he shot some b-roll footage, chuckling as you waved at the camera after being caught in a sweeping view.

“Do you edit all your videos yourself?” You asked, walking slowly side by side back to the house.

“I do.” It wasn’t the best by any means, but Itadori was proud of the skills he’d managed to scrape together during his time producing content. He thought about hiring an editor, or at least someone else to just look at his work, but he didn’t like the feeling that it gave him; like he was giving up on a part of his channel, delegating it to someone else when he should be taking responsibility and doing it himself.

“If you want, I can…possibly help? I do some video editing for my agency.” The words were hesitant to come out of your mouth and you didn’t look at Itadori as you said them. You knew it was risky, and you were prepared to hear a rejection come from him.

“I…” His previous sentiment flashed before him. “Sure, you can give it a try.” Saying it with a slight smile, on the inside Itadori was freaking out. He had no idea he would say that, shocking himself to the core. But looking at your tentative smile, the ease in your shoulders as you walked into his home, he found he didn’t regret it.

Sitting you at the dining table, Itadori brought out lunch. He had made a large salad with the vegetables he’d grown, putting in fish that he had bought at the market. He was proud to boast that he made the dressing himself as well as the lemonade in your cup.

“You’re amazing, Itadori.” The awe in your eyes bolstered Itadori, making his chest puff out with pride. He could see the stars in your eyes and wished he could take a picture to capture the moment forever. Choosing not to answer, he stuffed his mouth instead, watching with interest as you took your first bite. “Itadori, it’s amazing you’re not married already.”

“W-what?!”

“Especially living in this town.” Your statement made him blush fiercely, his entire body engulfing into a red flush. It was true some of the townsfolk had wondered about possibly setting him up, but Itadori felt too awkward to accept any dates.

“S-so, what kind of videos have you edited?” Desperate to change the subject before he embarrassed himself, Itadori glanced at his camera sitting on the table.

“Mainly short videos for bands, like if they film behind the scenes content or make a vlog.” Pulling out your phone, you brought up a recent video you edited. “We flew overseas for a brand campaign with an artist recently!” Leaning forward, Itadori watched the man on screen talk about his first time being in the city and working with the brand in question. The video was smooth, interjected with funny pictures or short meme videos, stickers and glowing pencil drawings adorning the man whenever he did something cute.

“He’s…” Itadori struggled to find a word to describe him. With a serious, almost sullen face and jet black hair, Itadori saw why he would be the face of a brand.

“Megumi’s a bit of a grouch.” You chuckled, pausing at one part of the video where he was eating ice cream. “He insisted on getting ice cream just because I said I wanted some, and ended up getting it all over his clothes!” And sure enough when you hit play, Megumi stumbled on a bump in the sidewalk and his cone went right into the middle of his shirt; a GTA death screen fading overtop him as he realized what happened.

“What kind of music does he make?” Itadori was impressed with your editing skills, but there was something weighing on his mind.

“Here, let me show you!” Eager to promote him, you pulled up Megumi’s most recent music video. Itadori nearly groaned at hearing the smooth tenor voice coming out, wanting to smack a hand over his face. There was no way he could compete with a guy like this.

“He sounds great.” Itadori wasn’t listening to the words at all - he was too busy picturing Megumi buying you ice cream, probably taking you to dinner once filming was over and getting you some fancy bottle of wine Itadori had no idea how to pronounce. “Is he your boyfriend too?” As he asked, his head slumped forward and pressed against the table. He couldn’t bear to hear a yes come from you.

“W-what?” Now it was your turn to be embarrassed. “N-no! He’s my- he’s the agency's client!” You didn’t even allow yourself to entertain that idea, not wanting to get caught up in silly daydreams and possibly losing your job for falling for someone.

“Good.” Whispering to himself, Itadori sat up and ran a hand through his hair. “Finish eating, I’m going to grab my laptop and upload the footage.” Quickly leaving the table, as soon as Itadori was out of earshot he leaned against the wall and let out a sharp exhale. Thank god.

Returning quickly, Itadori took a seat next to you instead of across, opening up his laptop and importing the footage as fast as he could. Just sitting next to you like this made him nervous, sliding over the laptop and trying not to breathe too loudly as your knees brushed together.

“Itadori, your computer’s a dinosaur.” Giggling at the piece of tech before you and nudging his shoulder, you took a glance over the screen.

“Shut up.” He nudged you back and laughed as well. His friends also teased him about it, but Itadori figured that as long as it still turned on, it was good enough for him. He wanted to spend his time in the garden, not worrying behind a screen.

“Itadori, do you think-” just as you were speaking, your phone interrupted with a blaring ringtone. “Shit sorry.” Scrambling to grab it, Itadori saw the name flash on screen: Megumi.

“Hello?” It was a video call, something you were ill-prepared for. Fixing your hair and clothes, you were met with the desperate face of Megumi’s agent.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” The man was close to tears, or at least that’s what it looked like to Itadori. “I need your help!”

“What is it, Jin?” Glancing at Itadori, you mouthed the word sorry and sent him a brief pout.

“I know you said you were on vacation for a while and that you would respond to emails once a week and to not bother you too much, but-”

“Gimme the phone.” Yanking it from his grasp, Megumi positioned himself into view with a scowl. “Where are you?”

Itadori’s mouth flashed a quick frown. Why was this man talking to you like this?

“You know where I am.” You replied in kind, playfully scowling back at Megumi. It was quiet for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other, before it was Megumi that broke the silence.

“Whatever. What’s my schedule for the week?”

“Ask your agent!” Rolling your eyes dramatically, you slumped in your chair. “He’s literally right next to you!”

“I don’t want to hear it from him.” Megumi copied your eye roll, earning a begrudging laugh from you. “Wait. Who’s that?”

“Who’s who?” You immediately jerked away from Itadori upon noticing his face was starting to peek into view.

“Are you with another guy?”

“Megumi, you can’t ask that!” Jin cried, tugging on his arm.

“It’s no one!” Another giggle came out from you, coated in nervousness. You didn’t expect Megumi to care who you were with.

“(Y/N), who-”

“He’s my boyfriend, bye!” Blurting out the line, you hung up the phone and slammed it on the table. Your entire body burned from humiliation and your phone was now getting a flurry of text messages.

“He…has your personal number?” Itadori asked slowly.

“Yeah.” Lifting up your phone, you groaned at all the messages from Megumi and now his agent as well. “Boss thought it’d be best for him to have it when we started working together. Ya know, ‘just in case’.” You’d never been more desperate for a proper work life balance than now. Sitting up, you took a look at the messages.

Megumi: (Y/N)! Call me

Megumi: answer the phone!!

Megumi: do you really have a boyfriend?!

Jin: (Y/N) I’M SO SORRY

Jin: just email me the schedule for this week

Jin: I promise to keep Megumi out of the way while you’re gone

Jin: JUST PLEASE DO THIS FOR ME

“Wow, they’re desperate.” Itadori didn’t mean to read your messages but it was difficult not to when you made no effort to hide them.

“Jin is always like this, I swear he was born a nervous wreck.” Pushing yourself away from the table, you wanted to curse at the moment that was lost between you and Itadori. It was normal for Jin to act this way, but Megumi was usually so nonchalant that you had trouble reading him at times.

“Let me get back home and put out the fire.” You had a dramatic slump to your shoulders that made Itadori laugh. “Do you mind sending me the files? I really want to edit the video.”

“No problem!” Giving you a thumbs up, Itadori led you to the door.

“Oh, and sorry about calling you my boyfriend.” You stuttered to a stop right as the door opened, taking a tiny step across the threshold and looking over your shoulder. “I hope it didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

“No, no worries.” Itadori waved it off. “I…I didn’t mind it all, actually.” Taking a quick glance at you, Itadori rubbed the back of his neck. Both of you stood still, worrying your lips and unsure of what to say next. “There’s a market in the next town over a few days from now, d’ya want to come with me?”

“I’d love that.” Your flushed smile and shy giggle made Itadori laugh himself.

“Great. I’ll text you the details.”

“Great.” The both of you gave each other once overs before finally separating and Itadori watched you walk away until he could no longer see you.

In the coming days, you had been unexpectedly swamped with work; apparently, you were the only one able to work with Megumi’s attitude and coax him into actually listening to Jin. You came over to Itadoris briefly, just to check on the plants and give him some bread your grandma made.

The day of the market, Itadori drove to you in his mini truck, the back filled with wooden crates of produce he intended to trade for some meat. Climbing in, the two of you set off down the road with a picnic basket in your lap; you and your grandma had woken up early just to make lunch for today.

“I’m so excited!” Bouncing in your seat, your eyes darted at every passing thing. You used to go to the neighboring towns a lot when you were younger but as you’d grown older you got too busy to do more than visit your grandparents.

Itadori smiled big at your enthusiasm and hoped the market would live up to all your expectations. You chattered about how it used to be when you came, before you got swept up in university and getting a job in the city. Listening happily, Itadori flicked the radio on.

“Oh my gosh, this is Megumi’s song!” Snapping to attention, you immediately turned the volume up, clapping giddily as his voice filled the car. “This is amazing! I have to let him know!” Quickly shooting off a message to him, you turned to Itadori. “What do you think of his song?”

“His song?” Resting his head in his hand, Itadori listened intently for a few moments. Megumi wasn’t a bad singer by any stretch, yet Itadori struggled to find something to say that wasn’t negative. “It’s good.”

“Just good?” You teased, leaning forward as the car slowed down at a red light. Itadori glanced at you from the corner of his eye, his cheeks getting a bit warm.

“If I say it’s amazing will you stop looking at me like that?”

“Ha!” Falling back into your seat, you laughed and sent off another message to Megumi. “I’ll let him know you love it.”

“Y-you’re telling him right now?”

“Of course! He worked really hard on this song!” He had spent many sleepless nights in the recording booth, only coming out to use the bathroom and to give you and Jin loathsome stares.

You came to the town in twenty minutes, nearly swaying Itadori to stop at a random field so you could take pictures of some grazing cows. Parking right at the edge of the market, Itadori first had to deliver his produce. He insisted on you staying in the car, not wanting you to lift anything heavy and hurt yourself.

“Alright, all done.” A few minutes later and you two began your walk down the market, shoulder to shoulder and looking curiously at every table.

“Smell this!” Picking up a bar of soap, you held it out and watched Itadori take a sniff.

“Oh, a sample!” A kind elderly man gave you and Itadori a slice of cheese.

By the time you were halfway down the market, Itadori was carrying a bag of things you stated you absolutely needed. You’d even bought him a few things, like a candle and homemade cookies.

“I love it here.” Sipping on an iced drink, you and Itadori wandered over to the nearby park, setting up your picnic and laying out on the grass. “I can’t wait for the summer festival, it’ll be even more fun!” You’d gone to the festival nearly every year, only missing out on recent years due to work.

“Yeah, it’ll be great.” Itadori was already forming a mental plan on how to ask you out at the festival, possibly right before the fireworks went off.

The two of you spread out on the blanket you’d laid down, people watching as you ate. The sun was warm against your skin, there was the light background noise of people in the distance, and once your stomach was full you decided to lay down.

“That cloud looks like a rabbit.” You pointed up at the sky. Itadori had laid down with you, not even trying to hide his yawn.

“Mmm, I don’t see it.”

“Your eyes aren’t even open.” Poking him, you got him to open one eye.

“Okay, maybe I see it.” Both of you laughed quietly, and while you tried to pick out more shapes from the clouds, Itadori fell asleep - with you unwittingly following suit soon after. It wasn’t a deep sleep by any means, you could still faintly hear people around you, but it felt good to relax for a bit.

A heavy weight across your midsection roused you in your slumber, drawing you closer to the body laying next to you. Looking out the corner of your eye, you saw Itadori still fast asleep, his head pushed against yours as his arm tightened around you.

“He’s so cute.” You whispered softly, fumbling to grab your phone and snap a couple pictures of him and the two of you together. You had to bite back the childish squeal that bubbled in your chest; the two of you looked cute together and if you were bolder you would show them to Itadori when he awoke.

Letting him sleep, you carefully sat up and began to put things away and back into the basket. At least half an hour had passed since you both laid down and there was no shortage of people still at the market.

Looking down at Itadori, you were unable to resist any longer and you ran a hand through his hair. It wasn’t exceptionally soft or silky, if anything it was a bit rough and in need of conditioner, no doubt from him being outside all the time but you liked the feeling between your fingers and you repeated the motion.

“Feels nice…” Itadori mumbled sleepily, pushing himself into your leg and groaning in appreciation at your fingers in his hair.

“Have a nice nap?” You chuckled, ruffling his hair a bit to stir him awake.

“How- how long was I asleep?” Interrupted by a yawn, Itadori forced himself to open his eyes and look into the sky.

“I’m not sure, I was asleep too.” Grinning at each other, Itadori yawned again and sat up on his elbow.

“We should head out soon, I need to load up the truck and get the meat home.” He made no move to get up any further, instead rubbing a hand over his face and shaking his head. Itadori looked at something in the distance, his mind trying to catch up with what was happening in the world.

“C’mon.” Helping him come to a stand, you folded up the blanket and tugged on his sleeve. “Let’s go.”

“Okay.” Comically dragging his feet, Itadori let you drag him back to the market. As you got back into the crowd of people, he slipped your hand from his sleeve and laced your fingers together. “Let’s stay close.”

The words came out smoothly and from your vantage point he looked perfectly calm moving through the crowd, but on the inside Itadori was freaking out. It was taking everything in him not to shake from holding your hand and if he dared look over his shoulder at you, he knew an embarrassing noise would escape him.

“Pretty flowers.” You said casually, looking at a table full of floral bouquets. Itadori took one glance at the table and turned, walking straight toward it.

“Which one do you want?” He asked, fishing out money from his wallet.

“Oh no, it’s okay, you don’t have to-”

“How about this one?” Itadori picked up a large bouquet of baby's-breath and tulips, a lovely pink shade that nearly matched his hair.

“These are gorgeous.” Taking the flowers from him, you took a whiff as Itadori paid for them.

“Such a loving boyfriend you have.” The shopkeeper cooed, handing Itadori his change.

“Thank you.” A blush overtook your cheeks and a smile spread across your face; you didn’t have the heart to correct them nor did you want to in the first place. Walking back to Itadori’s truck hand in hand, you sat in the car as he loaded a few coolers of meat into the back.

Hugging the bouquet to your chest, the two of you drove in relative quiet, listening to the soft noise of the radio as the day winded down.

“I had a great time today.” You spoke up as Itadori made it to the front of your home.

“I did too.” Putting the truck in park, he quickly hopped out and ran to your side to open your door. Taking hold of the hand he offered, you moved slowly, not wanting the time together to end. Standing in the doorway, Itadori stared straight at you, inching closer every few seconds.

“Welcome back you two!” Your grandpa’s voice shocked both of you, forcing Itadori to take a large step back from you.

“H-hey grandpa!” You waved, hoping he didn’t see you and Itadori just staring at each other. Closing the car door, you tipped your head at Itadori. “I’ll see you soon? I should be done editing your video by tomorrow.”

“Soon.” With a nod and a wave to your grandpa, Itadori got back into his truck and drove off, this time allowing his hands to shake as violently as they wanted to. When night fell and both of you were in bed, Itadori could hardly sleep, reliving the day over and over in his head. As he tossed for the hundredth time, his phone lit up with a text.

(Y/N): I got a vase for the flowers!

Attached to your text was a picture of the vase sitting on your bedside table. Another picture came in shortly after, of you holding the bouquet in your backyard, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun.

(Y/N): grandma really wanted to take this picture, she said she’s going to print it out and frame it

Itadori immediately saved it to his phone, having to stop himself from making it his wallpaper.

Itadori: you look beautiful

Gripping his phone tightly, Itadori stared at the screen. He didn’t care if his statement was too bold, he needed to let you know.

(Y/N): thanks

The word was sent between a flurry of heart emojis and Itadori just knew you were blushing like he was. Neither of you said anything further, opting instead to grip your pillows and try to force sleep to come.

As the days and weeks went on, you and Itadori spent more time together. He loved how you edited his video, asking if you’d like to do a few more for him and possibly show him how to do it as well for when you left. You filmed several more videos together, capturing the growth of your seedlings into blossoming buds with fledgling leaves. You also went over the video comments together, thinking of how best to reply to them.

Neither of you said anything about the comments shipping you, saying how cute you looked together and wondering when you would start dating if you weren’t already. A few people had asked if you also made videos or were on other social media platforms, but you declined to answer those, not wanting it to possibly affect your work negatively.

“(Y/N), call up Yuji and tell him to come over, I want to have a barbecue.” Your grandpa announced just after 4pm. He and your grandma had been going back and forth about what to do for dinner and he finally decided.

“Why do I have to do it?” You questioned, grabbing your phone nonetheless.

“Oh, and tell him to bring some beers-”

“Don’t you dare, you know the doctor told you not to drink on that new medication!”

“Dear, he said one or two was fine!” And back to bickering they were. Laughing under your breath, you slipped out into the back, looking at the wide open grassland before you as you waited for Itadori to text back.

“(Y/N)!” You didn’t have to wait long, Itadori called your name as he rounded the corner.

“That was quick!” Standing to greet him, you gave him a curious look. You’d only sent the message ten minutes ago and he was already here with a platter of vegetables and meat.

“I got excited, I haven’t had a barbecue in so long!” In dirt stained overalls and no shoes, you could see he had been working in the garden.

“Well I’ll let grandpa know you’re here.”

“Yuji!” As if on cue, the man came out of the house. “Such a good kid.” Taking the platter from him, your grandfather turned over his shoulder. “Dear, is the barbecue still in the shed?”

“I’ll get it.” Itadori immediately walked over to the building in question, pulling out the barbecue and a bag of charcoal. “Where d’ya want it, gramps?”

“Over here.” As the two of them got to work setting up the grill, you went back inside to grab drinks. In no time, all of you were outside, listening to music from an old stereo and waiting for the grill to heat up.

“So (Y/N), how’s that boy in the city?” Taking a sip of water, Daichi stared at the grill. “He done calling you all the time?”

“Megumi’s just stressed, this is the first time I’ve gone on a vacation like this since we met.” Itadori frowned at the topic of conversation; he couldn’t help but see Megumi as competition in winning you over.

“Oh Yuji, you’re so cute!” Cooing at the young man, your grandma glanced at you. “I think someone is jealous.” Giggling behind her hand, the elderly woman patted you on the shoulder as you slapped a hand over your face.

“Jeez Yachi, you could try to be more subtle!” Leaning back dramatically, Daichi groaned.

“I can’t help it!” She continued to tease, reveling in yours and Itadori’s embarrassed faces.

“I’m going to get more water before I die of humiliation.” Jumping up, you all but ran into the kitchen to escape. Going straight into the bathroom, you splashed cold water on your face to quell your scalding cheeks.

Once your body had cooled down, you exited the bathroom, surprised to see Itadori standing at the kitchen counter chopping vegetables. You could see the muscles in his arms flexing as he chopped, his already short sleeves rolled up to expose his shoulders.

“Did grandma put you to work?” Making your presence known, you tore your eyes away from his arms and over to the window where the two of them were standing over the grill.

“Yeah.” Itadori chuckled, focused on chopping. Leaning against the counter, you looked over to him, wanting to say something about your grandma’s comment. “I am jealous.” He spoke before you could, not tearing his eyes away from his task.

“Really?”

“Yeah.” Glancing at you, he licked his lips nervously before continuing. “Jealous that he’s known you longer, he’s gone on a vacation with you and probably a bunch of other things I don’t even want to think about.” Setting the knife down, Itadori placed his hand over yours. “But I’ll beat him, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Beat him in what?” Your breath was hardly coming out and your heart was beating so loudly in your ears you were surprised any sound was able to be heard.

“In the race for you.” A shaky exhale left Itadori, his eyes making contact with yours briefly before dropping to your lips. “I’m going to win your heart before Megumi knows what hit him.” Giving your hand a brief squeeze, Itadori stepped away and grabbed the cutting board he’d been working on. “Alright, all done!” He yelled as he walked outside, leaving you alone to think about what just happened.

You wanted to deny it, push away the idea that Megumi might like you in that way, but there was no getting around it. You’d seen the signs yourself no matter how hard you pushed them away and if these past weeks were any indication, he was desperate not to lose you to Itadori.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur, your interaction with Itadori playing over and over in your head. A few other neighbors had joined the fray, helping to disperse the conversations and take attention away from you. You didn’t shy away from Itadori, sitting next to him when it came time to eat and walking him out when it got too dark to stay out any longer.

“Thanks for coming.” You two were now standing on the sidewalk, neither of you making a move to leave the other.

“I had a good time.” Rocking on his feet, Itadori reached out and hooked his fingers on yours. “I’ll see you soon?” He gave you a hopeful look from under his lashes, one that turned to happiness at your nod.

“Yeah, I need to check on my plants!”

“Plants, of course.” Chuckling, Itadori raised your hand to his lips, giving your knuckles a kiss and a squeeze before letting go. “See you.”

“Bye.” Biting your lip to hold back a childish giggle, you waited for Itadori to get a bit farther away before making yourself turn to go back inside. Itadori’s confession followed you to sleep, making butterflies erupt in your stomach everytime you thought about his lips on your hand.

With the summer festival coming up sooner than either of you had anticipated, the time you and Itadori spent together wasn’t as much as either of you had hoped. Being a strapping young man, he was put to work grabbing supplies and setting up booths. What time you did spend together was always short, just a quick exchange before Itadori was called to do other things or he was simply too exhausted to stay awake any longer.

But it was all worth it in the end, when you woke up and saw that the festival was beginning to start. People from other towns had come and set up, making the festival stretch widely across the town center. 

“Itadori!” Painfully excited and jumping for joy, you knocked loudly on his front door. You knew he wasn’t at the festival already because you had made a promise to go together.

There were a few thumps from the other side of the door and a hushed ‘ow!’ before the door was yanked open.

“W-what time is it?” Itadori yawned, shielding his face from the sun. You couldn’t formulate an answer though, too busy ogling his shirtless physique. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again, your eyes drinking in every detail of his muscles.

“Eleven?” Your voice was terribly quiet and Itadori didn’t even hear it, opting to turn around and look at the clock on the wall.

“Damn, pretty late. Come in.” Dragging his feet through the hall, Itadori came to a halt at a coffee machine in the kitchen. “Want one?”

“I’m good.” Leaning against the dining table, you now stared at the muscles in his back, idly wondering what it’d be like to touch them.

“I see you staring.” Itadori teased, looking at you from the corner of his eye as he poured a cup of coffee.

“Shut up.” Whipping your head away, a blush cropped up on the back of your neck.

“I’ll get dressed and then we can go.” Quickly downing the drink, he did a light jog out of the kitchen. Five minutes later and Itadori reappeared, a light tank top adorning him. Escorting you out of the house, Itadori held up his camera.

“You’re filming a vlog?” You asked excitedly. He had never really filmed a video like this before and you were excited to see him broadening his content.

“Yes, I’m filming a vlog.” He was already holding up the camera, arm extended to capture both of you in the frame. “It’s the summer festival everyone! And me and (Y/N) are going!”

“It’s going to be great! There’s so much to do there!” You chimed in, pumping your first into the air.

“What should we do first? Maybe get some cotton candy?”

“Yes!” Scurrying ahead, you let Itadori continue to talk to the camera, excitement driving you forward. Briefly looking over your shoulder, you saw him film you running off and waving. Stopping once you reached the edge of the festival, you bounced on your toes waiting for him to meet up with you.

“Someone’s excited.” He teased, casually slinging an arm over your shoulder as you began your walk through the festival. You welcomed the motion, moving closer to him and letting your head rest on his shoulder for a moment.

Walking through the festival, Itadori had a hard time multitasking between vlogging and talking to you. He’d never filmed in such a public place before and it was making him nervous; not all the townsfolk knew he filmed videos.

“Hey Itadori!” A man sitting at a strawberry tanghulu stand waved the two of you down, gesturing to the fruit sitting on the table. “Look, these are with the strawberries you grew!”

“Wow!” Itadori had an impressed look on his face as he filmed it for the camera.

“Here, take some! They’re technically yours after all!” The man eagerly handed you a skewer of the fruit, giving you two a wave as you walked away.

“Don’t keep me waiting, try it.” Itadori nudged you; he wanted to see what you thought of his food. Biting down on the brittle sugar, you hummed and licked your lips.

“Only the best from the Itadori farm!” You exclaimed, waving the skewer at the camera. “I know all of you are jealous!”

“Gimme some.” Opening his mouth, Itadori waited for you to feed him. Taking a bite himself, he gave a thumbs up. “Amazing.”

Walking around the festival, the both of you stopped to talk to the other townspeople, some running stands and others just perusing themselves. There was a lot to see and do, from eating all the festival food you could get your hands on to watching live performances of local musicians.

“I should ask Megumi if he’d be interested in playing a festival, I want to go to more.” You said offhandedly, always eager to help broaden the exposure of your agencies clients.

“I should become a musician so I can have you think about me all the time.” Itadori teased, pinching your cheek.

“I think about you plenty!” Giggling and swatting at his hand, you captured it in yours, holding it tightly against your chest. Itadori laughed as well, untangling your hands to properly thread your fingers together.

“Good, ‘cause I think about you a lot.” Resting his head against yours, Itadori turned his attention to the music playing, turning the camera so it could capture it as well.

As the sun began to set, there was an excited murmur of the fireworks show to come. Itadori had helped put it together, driving cases of fireworks from one town to the other and helping plan out the order of everything on his ancient laptop.

“How cute!” Walking around a bit before it started, you stumbled upon a game stall where the prizes were large plushies. A large pink bunny had caught your eye, its ears much longer than its body.

“You like it?” Handing the camera to you, Itadori fished out a few dollars. “I’ll win it, no problem.”

“Alright, I’m counting on you!” Angling the camera, you made sure the whole stall was in frame before he started. Itadori was painfully focused, he hardly made a sound as he threw darts to pop the balloons a few feet away. Every throw landed, making you more anxious by the minute.

“It’s all yours.” The person manning the stall pulled down the rabbit and handed it to Itadori.

“Here you go.” Walking off, Itadori switched the camera for the rabbit.

“Thank you!” Feeling a rush of adrenaline, you bounced on your toes and swooped in, giving Itadori a kiss on the cheek. Clutching the plush close to your chest, you laughed at his shocked expression and how his eyes got wider upon realizing he caught it on camera.

“N-no problem.” He could hardly speak, surprised that you would even want to kiss him. Fighting the urge to grab you and kiss you back, Itadori tugged at your hand instead, focusing on walking straight and not passing out from how hot his face was.

Finding a spot to watch the fireworks, Itadori hugged you to his chest, resting his camera on his shoulder as the sky lit up. The babble of amazed children was drowned out every few moments by a loud boom and the crowd was bathed in a wonderful swatch of bright colors.

While the fireworks were going off, Itadori did mental gymnastics trying to figure out how he was going to ask you to be his girlfriend. With the festival coming to an end, it also signaled the beginning of the end of summer, meaning you’d be going back to work in the city in no time. He worried so much about it all that the firework show came and went without him noticing.

“I had so much fun!” As the two of you walked out of the town center, your hands had naturally come together and swung back and forth.

“Me too.” Itadori turned the camera off now, it was too dark to really see anything on film. Passing by street lights, he dreaded every step closer to your homes. “(Y/N).” He stopped abruptly. “Let’s go on a walk.”

“Okay.” Sending him a curious look, you followed him down a side street away from home. Walking in silence, you could tell something was eating at Itadori because every few steps he would falter and look at you, only to snap his head away just as quickly. “Is something wrong?” Now it was your turn to stop under a streetlight, tugging him to stop as well.

“No.” Itadori said, refusing to look at you. “Well, yes…” Taking a glance at you made a groan come out of him and he threw his head back in frustration. “Nothing’s wrong, I just…just…” It was silent between you two: you looking at Itadori with worry and him staring at the sky trying to muster the courage to do something.

“Did I do anything wrong?”

“No!” Your question immediately brought Itadori back to earth, his wide stare throwing you off. “No, nothing!”

“Then what’s up? You’ve been acting weird since we left.”

“I-” Getting fed up with himself, Itadori let out a short and annoyed shout. “I just don’t want this night to end with me doing nothing!”

“Nothing?”

“Yes! I want to- I want to kiss you! I want to ask you out, I want you to be my girlfriend! But how can I ask any of that when I keep chickening out?” He hadn’t meant to shout, but Itadori was getting angry at himself. Squeezing your hand tighter, he leaned forward and rested his forehead on your shoulder. “I don’t want you going back to the city without at least knowing how much I like you.”

Itadori refused to lift his head after his final words, not wanting to see your expression lest it be something he didn’t want to see. Sure, he had stated that he intended to win your heart but this was different, he was actually coming out and saying how much he wanted to be with you.

“Itadori.” Nudging his head up, you got him to look at you, his cheeks a horribly deep shade of pink. Looking at you made it worse, but he leaned into the hand you placed on his cheek. “I thought you’d never ask.” Your words made a tremendous weight lift off his shoulders and Itadori nearly collapsed.

“Thank god.” He sighed happily, cupping your cheeks as well and laughing like a fool. “I don’t think I could stand to be rejected.” Pushing his forehead against yours, he closed his eyes and sighed again. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” The word barely left you before he was already putting his lips on yours. Itadori was smiling in the kiss, pushing his teeth into yours without meaning to. He kissed you a few times, managing to close his mouth properly a few times before finally parting.

“Alright, let’s get you home. I don’t want gramps to get the wrong idea about me.” Kissing you again, Itadori put his arm around your shoulder and began walking. The trip back was too short for either of your liking and you made it to your front door all too soon.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” You asked hopefully.

“Of course.” Itadori punctuated his statement with a kiss. Sharing a long hug, you eventually separated and went inside. Taking a glance into the lounge room, you balked at seeing both your grandparents scrambling to fix the curtains. “Were you spying on us?”

“I- well- it was your grandma's idea.”

“No it wasn’t! You know grandpa is nosy!”

You couldn’t find it in you to be embarrassed at being caught by your grandparents. You just laughed it off and offered to give them the details which they happily listened to, giving you love advice every now and again.

With the end of the festival truly came the end of your summer holiday. Itadori and you harvested your crops, proudly showing the camera the bundle of flowers and produce you were able to grow. He edited the vlog of the festival himself as well, keeping in all the cheesy and romantic moments you two shared and titling it ‘finally getting a girlfriend’. There were hundreds of fan edits by the end of the week and Itadori clipped several moments to relive on his TikTok.

Once the day came to leave, you said goodbye to your grandparents, promising to come back soon. Itadori drove you to the train station, his hand laced with yours as he drove. He was pensive, not saying much as he drove; he had to constantly stop himself from turning the car around and driving you right back to town.

“You won’t forget about me right?” He asked as he helped grab your bags.

“How could I?” You knew for a fact that he and your grandparents would be blowing up your phone constantly asking for you to visit.

“Megumi better not give you any trouble.” Itadori would be ready to drive to the city at the drop of a hat just to put the melancholy man in his place. You laughed at that statement, rolling your eyes and taking your suitcase from him.

“Please, Megumi’s harmless.” Fixing your bags and checking the time, you missed Itadori’s brief look of discontent. You said that, but Itadori had a feeling Megumi wouldn’t back off just because you suddenly had a new boyfriend.

“Text me when you get on the train.” Placing his hands on your shoulders, Itadori squared your body to him.

“I will.”

“Promise?”

“Promise!” Throwing your arms around him, you squeezed him tightly and pecked him on the lips. “I’ll even send a picture of my seat.” Kissing him one last time, you pulled apart and took a step back. “Bye!” You went to walk away but Itadori grabbed onto your hand, preventing you from going any further.

“I’m going to miss you!” He whined, letting you tug back and forth.

“You big baby!” You would miss him too and you nearly let him pull you back, but you stayed strong and eventually broke free from his hold. “Go pick out the fall crops already!”

“Fine!” Itadori made no move to leave, instead watching you walk away and into the station. He waited until you texted him that you were on the train and even then still waited until he heard the whistle blow and saw the train begin its departure.

(Y/N): miss you already

(Y/N): I’ll be back before you know it

(Itadori): I’ll be waiting

#jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #jujutsu kaisen au #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen fluff #itadori yuji #itadori x reader #yuji itadori x reader

[spacedys]

skincare & i like you's.

the cold open to the latest episode of criminal minds played on the tv as you sat on the couch with NISHINOYA, applying a skincare mask onto your faces as he rambled on about his day - the show would always start out as background noise, but as it progressed, you'd both go quiet and watch the episode.

"so, i'm looking at shoyo's food, then at mine— and i realize how much yummier his is!" he says muffledly, he couldn't move much since you were still applying the mask to his face. "so, naturally, i just take 3 spoon servings out of his food!"

you let out a gasp, shaking your head in disappointment. "why would you do that, you monster!"

he pouts at you, "wha— don't call me a monster, his food looked scrumptious and mine was basic, you shoulda seen it! and then daichi got mad at me.." "of course, because you took shoyo's food!"

since you were both still in your second year of highschool, you obviously weren't living together - yet with how much he stayed over and snuck in, he practically treated your parents' home as his.

once you set the 20-minute alarm, you climbed off of nishinoya's lap and settled in, laying down against the armrest of the couch and pulling him close to you as you divided your attention to the tv and his story.

"it was a stupid idea to even think about taking his food," you muttered quietly as you your hands through his soft brown hair, nodding along and making occasional comments to his story - which technically was definitely 7 different stories now, but you didn't mind much, you liked when he talked. and he liked when you listened.

nishinoya liked the way your expression softens when you look at him, the way your eyes light up at the sight of a new cheap sushi bar you could eat at, and he liked the way you would stare at the plates of food as it moved in tiny little cars next to your booth, even if it tasted bad, you both seemed to like it a lot. "can 'good' sushi move around me?" you would argue, "i don't think so."

nishinoya liked how even if he would get a little intense sometimes with volleyball, you would get intense as well— he liked how you were always cheering him on from the audience. he liked how you were the loudest there; wearing his jersey and cheering his name.

nishinoya liked how after a bad game, he could find comfort in you. whether he wanted to rant about it, eat something, watch a movie, or just sit in silence, he would want to do it with you.

"i like you, yn." he mumbles into the crook of your neck as you watch tv, he could practically feel the smile on your face as he uttered those words. you snort, "i better hope so! because if not, then as your partner, we're gonna have a huge fight, nishinoya." you joke.

it was soft times like these where you felt the most at home - it didn't matter where you were or what was going on between you two, you just felt safe when you were with nishinoya.

"i like you too, yuu."

© spacedys ‘23 — all work belongs to me!! do not plagiarize, copy, repost, or modify my work or content on this platform or any other form of media. reblogs, likes, and comments are highly appreciated though!

#nishinoya fluff #nishinoya x reader #nishinoya x y/n #nishinoya imagine #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #hq fluff #still trying to figure out my layout <33

[questforrp]

꧁༺ 𝓗𝓮𝓵𝓵𝓸 𝓐𝓵𝓵 ༻꧂

This is my RP masterpost!!

꧁༺ ---------------------------------------------- ༻꧂

If you're interested in starting an rp with me, please read this!

꧁༺ ｓｏｍｅ ｔｈｉｎｇｓ ａｂｏｕｔ ｍｅ ༻꧂

I'm 25 years old and prefer to only RP with adults

I live in the U.S. on EST

I only use Discord to RP

I write lit/novel style only

I only RP MLM and CC x CC (I'll experiment with OCs some day!)

I work a 9am-5pm job so I wont always be active unfortunately

I don't necessarily have a word requirement, I just hope you'll be able to make short responses engaging as well!

꧁༺ｗｈｏ Ｉｍ ｌｏｏｋｉｎｇ ｆｏｒ༻꧂

Someone who writes in third person and preferably in past tense

Someone who writes lit/novel style

Someone who writes as close to their character's cannon personality

Someone who is comfortable exploring themes that may be triggering in a manor that isn't fetishizing. (I'm truly not looking for dead dove, my apologies)

Someone who is comfortable with engaging in writing sex scenes

Someone who is preferably 21+ but I will settle for 18+

꧁༺ｆａｎｄｏｍｓ༻꧂

(and ships) " characters in green and bolded are characters I'd prefer to write as " " ships with a red star * are ships I'm very excited to RP "

Naruto

Shikamaru x Neji (bottom Neji)

Shikamaru x Naruto (bottom Shikamaru) *******

Attack On Titan

Eren x Armin (bottom Armin)

Eren x Reiner (bottom Reiner)

Levi x Erwin (bottom Levi) ***************

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Sokka x Zuko (bottom Zuko) **

Haikyuu

Sakusa x Atsumu (no preference) ****

Kageyama x Suga (bottom Suga)

Hunter x Hunter

Leorio x Kurapika (bottom Kurapika)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Satoru x Suguru (switch/bottom Suguru) **********

꧁༺ｆａｖｏｒｅｄ ｔｒｏｐｅｓ༻꧂

" tropes with a red star * are tropes I'm very excited to RP "

Omegaverse/mpreg ***************************

arranged marriage ****

modern AUs *************

single father

coming of age

canon divergent

royalty

꧁༺ｗｒｉｔｉｎｇ ｓａｍｐｌｅｓ༻꧂

1 The acrid smell of isopropyl alcohol singes the inside of Leorio’s nose. Pietro doesn’t stay still long enough for him to clean the ulcers that have opened on the undersides of his arm- shivering with imaginary chills amidst the summer heat that blankets New York City. He’s rewet the old rag that sits on his forehead below the fringe that’s started to mat together but it offers no help to the burning boy. At some point, he loses the ability to designate who’s shaking. Him, or Pietro. It’s when Pietro gives another chest-rattling cough that Leorio lets himself accept the fact that his friend is going to die. Despite the coins he scraped together to get the supplies needed to tend to his friend, despite the begging for rich women’s handkerchiefs, despite his efforts- Pietro is going to die.

2 “Oi, get back on the court and stop canoodling with Shimizu-san.” A looming voice says from the court and Suga narrows his gaze on Daichi.“If anyone canoodles with Kiyoko-san, it's me.” Tanaka declares, thumb pressed to his puffed out chest.“What’s ‘canoodle’ mean?” Hinata questions from the net.“Canned soup.” Kageyama says and Hinata nods, content.From the corner of his eye, he sees Tsukishima place his face into his palm and wants to follow in suit. 

3 Sokka never would’ve guessed that when he started college, he would soon get very aquatinted with his dorm room’s floor. The cheap stick-on tile placed diagonally with those yellow and red squares peppered throughout them. Sometimes, he was on his hands and knees feeling around under his twin bed for his headphones that always somehow managed to end up in the farthest, dustiest corner. Sometimes he was kicking empty beer cans to that same corner while the floor’s absolutely nuts RA dropped in for her umpteenth hygiene check. But lately, he was with Zuko. Zuko was fictional. He had to be. Or at least that’s what he thought when his roommate first unlocked their door and paused in the doorway when they’d met for the first time. There was no way in hell that it was even remotely fair to Zuko to look the way he did– even with a gnarly burn wound blooming across the left of his face– wisps of dark hair curling where it met the collar of his shirt. He was the embodiment of every tortured, panty dropper, heartthrob he’d ever read about in his ex-girlfriend’s books (although Suki claimed to never know where they came from) and at that moment, Sokka felt as if his body had plummeted through the earth’s core and was shooting out the ass-end of the planet and somewhere into the stratosphere because holy shit he’s never seen a guy more attractive in his life.

#attack on titan rp #role play ad #aot rp #rp partner needed #attack on titan #ererei #eruri #atla rp #aot #eremin #satosugu #leopika #shikanaru #sakuatsu #zukka #jujutsu kaisen rp #jjk rp #satosugu rp #stsg rp #sakuatsu rp #eruri rp #shikanaru rp #zukka rp #anime rp #mxm rp

[daichislover]

well, puck (Daichi college hockey player au)

summary: after swearing off dating hockey players for years, you quite literally run into the alternate captain of your university’s hockey team at a party. after a clumsy exchange, you find yourself thinking that maybe hockey players aren’t as bad as what you once believed

warnings: fluff, mentions of partying with alcohol (be responsible y’all!), slight cursing, daichi being a total sweetheart

word count: 1234

MDNI

You had a rule: avoid hockey players, especially the college ones. For three years at university, you'd managed to keep your promise. The mantra was simple: stay away, stay safe.

So, how did you end up at a party for your university's hockey team after they triumphed over the school rivals?

The answer was simple: Liz, your best friend and roommate. She had been dating one of the players, who also happened to live in your dorm. The deal between them was if the team won tonight, you both would celebrate with them. Somehow, you were roped into this agreement without your consent.

As you moved through the crowded party, the grip on your cup of cheap, strong liquor tightened. The bass from the speakers pulsed like a heartbeat, sending vibrations through your body. Around you, Liz navigated through the crowd of drunken students with ease, her charm radiating as she flitted from one group to another, laughing and chatting with the effortless grace of a social butterfly. In sharp contrast, you hovered around the edges of conversations, offering shy smiles and uncertain waves to anyone who looked your way. Each interaction felt more awkward than the last, a clear mismatch to Liz's lively ease.

You wondered, Is five minutes too early to bail on a college party?

While thinking about an excuse to ditch the party early, you collided with what felt like a brick wall, spilling your drink all over yourself. Looking up, your heart sank. It wasn't a wall but Sawamura Daichi, the hockey team's alternate captain, with his broad chest now inches from your face.

Panic surged through you; not from the collision, but because of whom you had bumped into. You stammered an apology, expecting annoyance or dismissal, but his response caught you off guard.

“You okay?” Daichi asked, concern etching his features.

His kindness rendered you speechless. You’re the one that ran into him, so why is he asking you if you’re okay? You nod your head and give a quick reply. “I’m good. I didn’t spill anything on you did I?” you asked, your hand impulsively reaching out to pat his shirt, then quickly retreating as you realized how awkward it must have looked.

Daichi laughed, shaking his head while your face turned bright red. “No, not at all.”

Relieved, you managed a smile, then glanced down at the liquor staining your shirt. What a perfect excuse to leave. 

“Well as fun as this was, I’ll be heading home now. I’d rather not reek of cheap liquor,” you said, turning toward the door. 

“Wait, don’t go yet.” Daichi’s hand gently grasped your arm, halting your escape. You turned to him, a puzzled expression crossing your face as you awaited an explanation. Instead of speaking, he took your hand and guided you through the throng of people filling the living room. As you glanced around, your eyes met Liz's, who was watching you with a mischievous grin. You shot her a desperate "help me" look, but she only chuckled and turned back to the party.

Daichi led you down a quieter hallway and stopped in front of a door. He opened it to reveal a cozy bedroom. Your eyes widened in surprise as you turned to him, confusion written all over your face. He looks back at you and realizes you don’t fully understand what’s going on.

“I promise it’s not like that. I was just going to give you an old t-shirt of mine.” You stand there, shocked. He seemed genuine, and you didn’t feel any weird vibes from him, so you reluctantly stepped into his bedroom. 

Inside, the room was simply furnished with a bed and a desk, his personal touches sparse. He rummaged through his closet, pulling out an old hockey tee. “Try this on. The bathroom’s right there. I’ll wait outside,” he said, stepping out before you could respond.

Huh?

You look at the shirt, then back at the door. Is he usually this kind, you think to yourself. You shake your head and head to the bathroom. 

In the privacy of the bathroom, you changed shirts, your heart inexplicably racing. It’s just a shirt, you told yourself, even as you couldn’t help noticing how the fabric held his scent. No, snap out of it!

Shortly after, you emerged from his room, tucking your shirt neatly into your purse. As expected, Daichi was waiting just outside the door. He glanced up from his phone as you approached. A hint of a blush seemed to color his cheeks, but you blame it on the alcohol. 

“Everything okay now?” he asked.

You nodded, and together you returned to the party, ignoring Liz’s teasing gaze as she watched you and Daichi with amusement.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A few days later…

"It’s practically illegal how tough that test was! It’s like the professor wants us to fail.” Liz flailed her arms in exasperation as you sat outside a campus coffee shop during midterm week, sipping on your iced drink.

“I told you to start studying last week.” You reminded her. “Not sure if looking over the slides two hours before the exam was the best idea.”

Liz sighed, acknowledging your point. She had asked you to be tough on her this year, knowing it was crucial for her graduation. She looked at you with pleading eyes. "You’ll help me with the next test, right?"

You roll your eyes. You had taken this class last semester, but your experience was different—the professor was more lenient. "I’ll do what I can. But you've got to take it seriously. I've got my own classes to worry about." Liz celebrated this agreement with a little victory dance, earning a chuckle from you.

Her phone beeped, and she immediately checked the notification. Meanwhile, you observed the stressed-out college students hustling around. Midterms week was always a chaotic time.

Suddenly, you spotted Daichi strolling towards you with a teammate, seemingly unaware of your presence. Panic surged through you; you hadn’t seen him since the party.

Desperately hoping Daichi wouldn't notice you, you turned back to Liz. But she noticed him behind you and gave him an enthusiastic wave. You silently cursed her, but it was too late—Daichi was already approaching your table.

“Long time no see.” he greeted you warmly, making your cheeks flush slightly as you exchanged greetings. 

After a few minutes of conversation, Liz checks her phone and abruptly stands up and gathers her belongings. “I forgot that I promised Kuroo that I would help him with his paper. Bye guys!”

Liz runs off as Daichi laughs and yells out “tell Rooster I said hey.” to which Liz shoots him a thumbs up.

Now with the two of you alone, you found yourself internally panicking. What should you talk about now? Was it time for him to leave too?

“Do you have any tests coming up?” Daichi asks, breaking the awkward silence. You nodded, mentioning that you had one last test you needed to study for.

"Wanna study together at the library?" he proposed, his smile encouraging. You found yourself smiling back. "Sure, why not?”

You both stood up and headed towards the library. As you walked, Daichi turned to you with a grin. "I'm guessing you liked the shirt I gave you?" You blush furiously, eyes widening as you recalled falling asleep in his t-shirt, thoughts of him lingering in your mind.

Well, puck.

a/n: first daichi post! not sure how i feel about it, but i love the idea of daichi being a hockey player!!!

'til next time!

#daichi x reader #daichi sawamura x reader #haikyu x reader #sawamura daichi

[nishipostitz]

haikyuu men as brother’s best friend

scenario: them meeting you for the first time

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2 | next

tw! none. cliche stories... almost pooing pants in 3rd one. just fluff 

ok! in this case. he’s into older people. like. he could be a high schooler having a little puppy crush on a college student. you’re the older person he fell for. it was actually just a normal day. cliche, sorry. but your parents didn’t want to pick up your brother from practice, and you were just coincidentally running errands. “pleaseeeee!!.. can you pick me uppp.. mom and dad won’t pick us up and yk how far we live. we can’t possibly walk..” his tone guilt tripped you. but you kept hearing the way he talked as if there was another person. so you must keep up a good reputation as a great! older sibling. so you drove over to your old school and picked up your little brother his friend. your brother immediately made himself feel at home in your car. and his friend was baffled. how come you look like this, and no offense to your brother, but you’re clearly the attractive sibling. so now he has this bubbly crush on his best friends older sibling. so every chance he gets, he’ll accept a free ride bc who wouldn’t? but he’s shy :/

noya, asahi, kuroo, hinata, aone, bokuto, goshiki, kindaichi, tsukki, yams, sakusa

you were running a lemonade stand. it doesn’t matter how old you are. this was like a summer side hustle. lemonade is good, selling and making it is fun. it’s a winwin! but the best business deal was going to the park. especially one right by the gym! so not only are thirsty(and hot) gym goers and park enjoyers are craving for something sweet, they have a lemonade stand selling for cheap! so as he was exiting the gym, he saw the stand and jogged over. paying and drinking. it was delicious. after a few days, he decided to just jog at the park to see you more. a beauty who knows how to do business? sign him up! so one day, when he visits your brother, he sees you in the kitchen making the lemonade. “oh you’re the lemonade girl!” he said excitedly. you turned around and recognized his smile, and smiled back. his soul slowly left his body. he was starstruck by you. visiting the park and his friend’s house more! 

atsumu, oikawa, daichi, ushijima, yamamoto, aran, kuroo, tendou, lev, iwa, tanaka, kita, kageyama

was actually talking online with you. you guys were partners with gaming and many other things. so you guys had many mutual likes. one day, he went over to hang out with your brother. a few hours later, you arrived home after a long drive from college to home. he saw you and was about to poo his pants. how did his best friend know you? answer; you were the sibling that was never mentioned! so not only did he meet someone he kinda had a crush on in real life, but they were closer to him than he thought!

kenma, akaashi, osamu, yaku, kunimi, futakuchi, inouka

guys this part was so boring T_T.... i honestly had no motivation... AGHHHH. hopefully it seemed realistic and enjoyable!! 

#akaashi fic #bokuto fanfic #kenma fanfic #kuroo fanfic #osamu fanfiction #atsumu fic #sakusa fanfiction #kunimi fluff #kindaichi x reader #yaku x reader #lev fluff #futakuchi x reader #inouka #oikawa x reader #daichi x reader #ushijima fic #yamamoto fluff #aran fluff #tendou fluff #iwaizumi fanfic #tanaka fluff #kita fluff #kageyama fanfic #nishinoya fluff #asahi fluff #hinata fluff #aone fluff #goshiki fluff #yamaguchi fluff #tsukishima fic

[violette-hue]

How He Would Propose

Im not saying Kuroo is boujie, but im not saying hes cheap either

His partner only deserves the best of the best

He’d fly them out to Paris and stay at a hotel right next to the tower

You’d probably do that tiktok trend “is he proposing or did he fly me out to Paris for no reason”

He does a spa day foe the two of you at the fanciest place ever

Dedicates a whole day for just shopping, and I mean like shopping (i.e. Givenchy, Chanel, etc.)

When he actually proposes, it’s not the cliche in front of the tower proposal

At least not the touristy type

He proposes on a roof top that just so happens to have the Eiffel tower in the background

Theres dozens and dozens of roses and candles and a photographer (that’s hidden)

He gives a speech declaring his love and how he wants to grow old together

May or may not cry

Daichi would propose in the most intimate way possible

He’d probably go back to where you first met or where you had your first date

The whole day would be dedicated to going down memory lane

It wouldn’t be anything too fancy, but nothing too casual either

The last stop of the day would be where you guys had your first kiss (and if not then somewhere just as romantic)

He’d get down on one knee, and just simply ask you to marry him

He would definitely cry when you say yes and just utter why he loves you so much

Ushijima

For Ushijima to propose, he’d have to be absolutely sure you’re the one

Im talking about, living with one another for a year or more, you going to frequent games with him, and going on multiple vacations together

At this point, everyone already calls you his wife. And that’s why he proposes

Believe it or not, he’d ask for advice on how to propose

Ultimately, he’d decide to propose over a fancy dinner

He’d be super super nervous. Not because he’s scared of what you’ll say, but because he’ll he so vulnerable

He just pulls out the ring from his pocket, opens the box and asks you to marry him

Of course you say yes, and you score free dessert for the engagement

#daichi imagine #daichi headcanon #Daichi sawamura #Daichi sawamura headcanon #Daichi x reader #Daichi sawamura imagine #kuroo imagine #kuroo headcanons #kuroo headcanon #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro #kuroo imagines #ushijima #ushijima imagines #ushijima x reader #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima headcanon #ushijima headcanons #haikyuu x reader #haikyu headcanons #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu x reader #haikyu headcanon #haikyu imagine

[v-e-r-t21]

Lost - Kuroo Tetsuro

This is the first real thing I’ve ever written so here it is. It’s also posted on ao3 at Lost - VERT21 - Haikyuu!! [Archive of Our Own] so maybe go there and leave a kudos. It's really long and the only proof I have of it being good is my friend reading it and saying it made him cry when he hates romance/angst stuff so idk here.

"FUCK YOU"

"WELL FUCK YOU TOO"

"I HATE YOU!"

"I HATE YOU TOO!"

Kuroo and I are standing on opposite ends of the table as we scream at each other. This fight is our longest yet. 36 minutes and 17 seconds exactly. Yelling the entire time. I can't feel my throat, and my eyes are full of tears. Across the table, I can see Kuroo panting, tears falling from his eyes. We never used to fight this much.

"Why are we like this?"

I don't know what I expected him to say, but it wasn't that. I can't help but wonder though. Why are we like this? We didn't use to be like this. We were so happy. So so happy.

"I don't know."

He's looking at his hands. There are crescent marks from his nails in the palms of his hands. He's been squeezing his fist the entire time we have been fighting. He's been standing stiff as a board, and though I know he wants to throw his hands around, he doesn't.

"I don't want to do this anymore."

He looks up at me, fear all over his face.

"What do you mean? Do you want to break up?"

The broken sound of his voice makes me want to break down, but I can't. So many times. Too many times. I can't do it anymore.

"Maybe we should."

His breathing is laboured, and his voice is cracking.

"Please don't. I need you, please."

I can't look at him. If I do, I'll give in, and I can't. Not anymore.

"Kuroo, I think this is the best thing for us."

"No, we can figure it out. We have to figure it out." "We've tried!" I yell, looking him right in the eye. The tears are streaming down his face, but my eyes have become bone dry.

"How many times have we spent the night away? How many times have we asked our friends for help and advice? Kuroo, this isn't healthy. We can't live like this."

His whole body is trembling. His hands are shaking as he reaches out to me.

"Don't leave me."

I turn away from him and look at the floor. I can't look at him—this beautiful person to whom I have given the best and worst years of my life.

"I'm sleeping at Daichi and Suga's tonight. I'll be back in the morning."

I walk out of the room and make it to the bedroom door when I hear a thud come from the living room, followed by choked sobs. It's Kuroo, crying. As "macho" as he seems, he can't stand the two of us fighting, which is why I hate that we do it so much.

I walk into the bedroom and look around: the dresser covered in his hair products and my limited amount of makeup—the closet full of clothes that bounce back and forth between us—the mirror, photo booth pictures of the two of us stuck in the corners—the bookcase, filled with textbooks, novels, playbooks, and everything in between—the nightstand, full of cheap carnival toys that he used to "woo" me that I could never bring myself to throw away.

The sock drawer, with a ring box, tucked away from months ago.

I grab my duffel bag and go around the room, grabbing my stuff: a crop top he stole from me, my jersey, clothes and makeup, a comfort book. Finally, the nightstand, with all the cheap gifts from back when he was trying to "woo" me. The set of pictures from our first date.

I can feel the tears rolling down my cheeks while remembering all the great times we've had. Nationals, his graduation party, my graduation party, the junior world championships, our first official date, our first trip together as a couple, Bokuto and Akkashi's engagement party. All of it.

The first time we said I love you.

I zip up my bag and grab my sweatshirt—a gift from Daichi when Kuroo and I moved in together. I walk to the front door and pull on my jacket and boots. The boots Kuroo bought me for my 20th birthday cause I loved hiking through the forest behind the apartment. I grab my keys from the kitchen counter and see Kuroo lying on the couch, passed out from crying, his face still wet. No matter how much I want to leave, I can't. I'll never be able to leave him—my one true love.

I grab a blanket from the closet in the hallway and drape it over him. Tucking him in, making sure everything's covered so he doesn't get cold. He's still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, no matter how disastrous he looks, with his red eyes and tear stains, remnants of blood on his lips from biting them.

I lock the door behind me as I leave with my wallet and phone in my pocket. I walk two blocks down to the train stop and get on the first train. I don't know which train it is. I don't know which way I'm going. I just know I'm going. In my defense, which I don't have much of, I intended to go to Daichi and Suga's when I left the apartment.

The train lumbers on, houses and buildings passing by as we go. It stops every few minutes; people get on and off, but my seat is comfortable, and I don't feel like moving. I should text Daichi and figure out how to get to his place, but I'm tired, and the gentle sway of the train is hypnotizing. My chest hurts, and my throat feels raw. My hat shields my face from the other people around me as I look out the window. I lean my head against the window, close my eyes, and fall asleep.

Kuroo POV

I woke up on the couch, my face feeling sticky from crying. It can't have been more than an hour since our fight. The house feels empty.

I can feel my chest ache. I can't tell whether it's because of all the yelling and crying from earlier or just heartache. But the two of those go hand in hand nowadays, so it doesn't matter.

I don't even know how this all started. Actually, I do, but I never thought it would end like this, the two of us at each other's throats all the time. After our first huge fight, the fear I felt was unreal. I remember calling Bokuto and having a breakdown over the phone, panicking that she would leave me. It took Bokuto close to 40 minutes to calm me down. He said he and Akaashi would fight too, that it's normal to fight. That everyone has fights, and we could get through it. I believed him, but it never got better. And then hearing all these stories on the internet of couples coming out of the "honeymoon" phase and realizing they can't live together. That they hate each other. I never thought we would end up like this. Never.

Imagine falling in love with your best friend. The person who has always been your best friend. The person you thought would be your forever always.

God, this sucks.

My back hurts from lying on the couch. I stand up and start moving towards the bedroom when something in the kitchen catches my eye.

Right there, in the middle of the counter, are Y/Ns keys.

No matter how much we fight or when she leaves, whether she's staying at someone else's or just going to the store on the corner for food, she never leaves her keys.

I race into our room. If her keys are here, maybe she is. I don't know what possesses me to have that hope, but I'm so desperate for her to be here.

The room is empty, and her stuff is gone. Clothes, books, chargers and makeup. The makeup she used to put all over my face because she thought it looked cool on me.

The pictures from our first date are missing from the mirror. No doubt she took them to Daichi's with her. But why take all her stuff. She said she was going over for tonight. It's not even that far. Where is she?

I run all over the tiny apartment, checking the closet, bathroom, laundry room, and even the balcony. She isn't there.

I race back into the living room, looking for my phone frantically. I have to call her. I have to find her. She wouldn't just leave her keys. She's always so scared of coming back from somewhere and not being able to get in. She's terrified of being abandoned and trapped. That's one of the reasons why it took so long for us to get together. She was scared of us dating and something going wrong and me shutting her out, even though I promised we would always be best friends. She always said it was the love child of her abandonment and trust issues. I still don't know what she means by that.

I grab my phone off the coffee table and find her name on the speed dial. She was never one for pet names, but she always said she loved how I said her name. So I always called her by it. Some of our friends found it a little weird, what with the way I have nicknames for everyone except her, but it was our thing.

I call her, and it immediately goes to voicemail. I hear my voice talking back to me. She never got around to setting up her voicemail, so I did it for her—a carbon copy of the one on my phone with a different name.

"Y/N? Y/N, where are you? You said you were going to Daichi and Suga's. Your keys are still here. Do you want me to bring them over? Please call me back?"

I hang up and fumble with my phone, trying to call Daichi. It's 3 in the morning, and he won't be pleased with such an early call, but he's always had a soft spot for Y/N.

I'm surprised when he picks up but steamrolls through and gets right to the point.

"Daichi, is Y/N there? Is she ok? She left her keys here, and she said she was going to your house, which was like two hours ago. She's there, right?"

"What are you talking about?"

True to form, Daichi sounds like he just woke up and has no idea what I'm talking about, even though I was pretty obvious.

"Y/N!! She's not here, and she left her keys in the kitchen, and she said she was going to your place!"

"Maybe she went for a walk."

"She never leaves her keys. Ever. And all her stuff is gone!"

My panicked statement seems to get his attention finally. I hear rustling on the other end of the phone.

"Have you tried calling her?"

"Of course I've called her! She didn't pick up. I don't know where she is, and the last thing we did was fight. God, what if she ran away and someone kidnapped her?! What if she's dead?!"

The exasperation in Daichi's voice was almost palpable.

"She's not dead, Kuroo. It's Y/N. If she died, it would be on the news."

He's right, but that does nothing to soothe my nerves.

"Where is she then?!! All her stuff is gone, her keys are still here, and there's no note. What if she ran away?"

God bless Daichi for the number of times he's dealt with me bothering him about Y/N.

"She wouldn't just leave you without telling you why. Did anything happen today?"

Of course, something happened today. Something happens every day.

"Yeah…."

I hear Daichi sigh.

"Did you have another fight?"

The silence on my end tells him all he needs to know.

"How often do you guys fight?"

"Almost every day."

I can feel the disappointment rolling off of him. He was the first person Y/N told about the fights. He gave us all this advice to try and help us. He also said that maybe taking a break was the best idea. Of course, we didn't listen to him. I wonder if things would be different if we had.

"Try calling her again. If she hasn't called you back in an hour, call me back, and I'll try calling her. But after you call me, I want you to go to sleep. If we can't find her tonight, we'll find her tomorrow. Alright?"

Good ol' Daichi, the voice of reason always. Honestly, it's not that surprising with the team he had to deal with and still does deal with regularly.

"Ok. Sorry for bothering you."

Daichi just sighs and hangs up. I put my phone down, thinking about the fight. I don't even know how it started. Sometimes it just seems like she'll blow up at me out of nowhere. And I'm not stupid. I know I do it too. But I always feel like I have a reason. Granted, she probably feels the same way about our fights.

I call her again and get the same voicemail.

"Hey Y/N. Daichi said you're not at his place. Please get back to me. I'm worried about you."

I hang up and walk back into the bedroom. I searched the room, trying to find a clue where she went: a map, receipt for a ticket, anything. The room is empty. The only proof she was ever here is the pictures in the mirror. She only took the ones from our first official date. Everything else, the pictures from before and after, is still there. It's just those four.

I remember our first date perfectly. It had taken me a year to get her to agree to a date. It was the summer before our third year of high school. I confessed my feelings to her while we were at a park. Bokuto, Kenma, Akaashi, and the entire Karasuno team hid behind trees and bushes. I confessed, and she did the same. I asked her out, and she said no. She said she was scared to mess up our friendship and didn't want to take the risk. I spent all of our third year wooing her: buying her gifts, randomly showing up to walk her home even though she lived in Miyagi and I was in Tokyo. Spending all this time with her, showing her I was in it for the long run. Finally, in March, she agreed to go on a date with me. We went to a carnival. We met up there, and the first ride we went on was a roller coaster with a 60-foot drop. I was terrified, and she was ecstatic. We went on a drop tower, a twister, played games and ate horrible food.

After we got nachos, we took the pictures, some cheese still on my cheek. The first one was us laughing. The second was her wiping my face. The third was her laughing as I kissed her cheek: the last one, our faces mashed together with these huge smiles.

Those four pictures are my favourite in the entire world. And she took them with her because, of course, they are her favourite as well.

I call her again.

"Y/N, it's been hours. Please tell me where you are. Just let me know you're safe. Don't be kidnapped, please. You always think people are good. You're so trusting, be careful, please."

I hang up and sit on the bed. Our bed. Where we watched movies, cuddled, cried, and laughed—all these experiences and memories on this mattress. Our first fight ended with us lying here together. The first time she cried, we ended up here. The first time I cried when we were together was here.

The first time she put makeup on my face was at the dresser. We were going to a party, and she did my makeup. She said I looked like a character from Euphoria. We were late to the party, but we both looked amazing.

I call her again.

"I just called you, but you haven't said anything yet. If I don't get a call from you in the next five minutes, I'm calling Bokuto. He'll go crazy. Do you want Bokuto going crazy?"

I hang up and walk to the kitchen. The first time she tried to cook here, she almost set the apartment on fire. Since then, we decided that I would be the only one cooking. We ended up getting a lot of takeout.

I make myself a box of ramen and sit at the dining room table. I used to help her study right here. She loved science and math but hated literature. And her first two years of university, most of her mandatory classes involved literature. We used to sit here for hours as I quizzed her and helped her take notes. She would return the favour by helping me with math and world studies.

The table feels empty without all the textbooks and papers everywhere—just my tiny bowl. I feel so alone.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. Please pick up. Please. I just need to know that you're ok. Please. I love you."

I drop my phone on the table and drop my face into my hands. I can feel my eyes burn as the tears come back. I love her so much. I've loved her my whole life. Ever since we met in middle school, and I'll love her even after I die.

My phone beeps, and I flail as I try to open it, desperate for it to be Aspen.

It's a text from Suga.

~Hey. Daichi and I haven't heard anything yet. Daichi will try calling her in half an hour, and if she doesn't answer, I'll call an hour later. You should try getting some sleep.~

Suga, the ever-caring friend. I've never really been close with him and Daichi, but Y/N loves them, and we often hang out together.

I eat the ramen that's still sitting in front of me. It's gone cold, but I don't notice—too busy thinking.

I walk over to the couch and sit down, wrapping myself up in the blanket I found over me. It was probably her who put it on me before she left. I turn on the TV, and some old movie is playing. If Y/N were here, she'd know which movie. She knows every movie that's ever come out, what it made at the box office, who the director was, everything. She's obsessed with movies.

I call her again.

"Y/N. This is my 6th time calling you. It's been hours. Please just let me know that you're ok."

I watched the movie and called her two more times. She doesn't pick up either time.

As the credits roll across the screen, I pick up my phone again. I saw a message from Daichi saying that he had called her and she didn't answer. Saying Suga would call her in an hour.

I opened my phone and called her again.

"This is my 9th call. Daichi tried calling you, and he said you didn't answer. I know you're mad at me, but please tell him that you are ok."

I get up and walk to the bathroom. Brushing my teeth and washing my face, I see that my eyes are still red and puffy, full of tears. The tear stains are still on my cheeks. Tears are still falling, but I don't notice them.

Her shampoo is still in the shower. The whole room smells like her. It makes me want to scream.

I walk into the bedroom and fall on the bed. I lay there, cold. She always goes to bed first. She doesn't fall asleep, but she gets in bed hours before me and lays there, reading, warming up the bed on her phone or computer.

I call her again.

"Hey Y/N. I'm going to bed now. I left the door unlocked. I know it's dangerous, and someone could break in, but you left your keys here, and I don't want you to be locked out when you come back."

I get up and put on my pajamas. Whenever she sleeps somewhere else, I always wear a pair of fuzzy pants she gave me for Christmas eve a few years ago and a tye-dye shirt she made for me at some festival. She was so excited when she made the shirt. Bouncing around all happy cause she had never made one before.

God, I miss her.

I call her again.

"I know I just called, but I need to tell you I love you. I know you're tough and strong and don't need anyone to help you, but I love you, which means I'm going to help you whether you want it or not. And this fight isn't going to change that. Please come home."

I walk to the sock drawer to find something for my feet. Y/N always had cold feet and had all these fluffy socks. She got me a pair for my birthday. Hopefully, she didn't take them with her.

I open the sock drawer and find it half empty. A shared sock drawer with only one person's socks. How lonely. I reach in, searching around for something fluffy. My hand knocks against something hard. I grab it, and it feels like a box. I pull it out and find a jewelry box. That's weird. Y/N would've taken all her jewelry, and I don't keep any in the sock drawer.

I open the box and see a ring. A gold band with engravings on it spelling out "My one true love." I never bought this ring. Y/N would've told me if she had bought a ring. There's no way she bought it. It's not possible. But that graving, that's her. That's her 1000 percent. How?

Why would she buy a ring and not wear it? Why would she leave it here when she took everything else? It makes no sense. It's a men's ring too. Why would she buy a men's ring and leave it here?

I grab my phone and call her again.

"Y/N, why is there a ring in the sock drawer? I just found it, and it looks like a men's ring. Was this a birthday present? My birthday isn't for a few months. Please call me back."

The next call I make is Daichi. He's going to kill me, I know it, but if anyone would know why Y/N bought a ring, it would be him.

I wait frantically as the phone rings. The person who picks it up is not Daichi.

"Kuroo? Why are you calling so late? We told you we'd call you if we heard anything from her."

"Suga, she bought a ring."

The other end of the phone is silent. It feels like it lasts forever. "What?"

"There's a ring in a ring box. I'm holding it right now. She bought a ring. Why would she buy a ring? Do you know anything about this? Does Daichi?"

"Give me a sec to wake him up and ask."

I hear Suga shuffling around before hearing a noise suggesting Daichi is being dragged out of bed. He's definitely going to kill me.

"Kuroo, what's wrong now?" Daichi sounds exhausted and very annoyed. He's not as scary as Suga can be, but he also has a lot less patience, and he's still scary.

"Daichi Y/N bought a ring."

There's no noise on his end of the phone for the second time.

"Did she ever talk to you about buying a ring?"

"Daichi, if she had told me she was going to buy a men's ring, do you think I would be freaking out and calling you right now?"

"I don't know, man, maybe with all the stress you've been under the past few hours, you forgot something? I don't know. I'm tired."

There's a "smack" sound on the other end and Daichi groans. Suga hit him with something.

"Kuroo, you've already tried calling her, right?"

It's Suga again. He probably made Daichi put the phone on speaker.

"Yeah, but she didn't answer."

"And you're sure she never brought up buying a ring for you? Or someone else?"

"She would've told me if she planned to buy something this expensive."

"Hmmm. What if she....."

Suga trails off as he starts thinking. What if she what? What is he talking about?

"Kuroo?"

He sounds weird. Like he's thinking hard about something.

"Have you and Y/N ever talked about getting married?"

"Yeah, once, but that was a long time ago. Why do you ask? What does that have to do with-"

I feel my throat close off as everything finally makes sense. The ring, the talking about kids, the asking about having dinner with parents. She was going to propose.

Suga stays on the phone with me as I cry. He sits on the other end, trying to soothe me as I go through the worst breakdown of my life.

She bought a ring. She thought about proposing. She wanted to marry me, and now she's gone.

"Kuroo, you have to sleep. You have work soon, and you need rest."

God bless Suga, the man is a saint when he needs to be, but I can't deal with him now.

"Suga, I'm gonna go."

There's sputtering on the other end as the man tries to keep me from "doing something I might regret." There's not much I could regret right now.

I hang up on him and stare at my phone screen. She wanted us to spend the rest of our lives together. So much so that she wasn't willing for me to get around to it. And now I'm left here without her, with the ring, not knowing if she's ever coming back.

Y/N Pov

I jerk awake when the train stops suddenly. The sun is just starting to show itself, the sky turning purple and green. Strange colours for a sunrise, but stunning nonetheless. For Kuroo's 19th birthday, I woke him up at 4 am to drag him into the woods behind our houses, climb a hill onto a cliff, and watch the sunrise. We made it just in time, and I got to see the sunrise on his face right as the clock hit his time of birth. The smile he had on and the sun shining on his face made it all worth it. All the grumbling, dragging him up the hill, having to wake up an hour before him to get food ready and make sure I didn't mess up the time. All of it. We had a picnic, and I got to be the first person to wish him a happy birthday.

Memories like this make me wonder when it all went wrong. Wonder how it went wrong. We were so happy. I just don't get it.

Our first fight was after we got home from a movie. We were debating whether it was a good movie or not. I thought it was great, and he hated every second of it. Somehow, it turned into a screaming match, me saying he didn't like it just because I did, and he said I only liked it cause the lead was a hot guy. It wasn't a long fight. We resolved it with words and hugs. Cuddling together in bed afterwards. If only I had known then what was to come.

I look at my phone, seeing a missed call from Suga. I open my phone to find one voicemail from Suga, two from Daichi, and 13 from Kuroo. All asking where I am, what's taking so long, am I safe. I answered Suga's first, calling him back and leaving a message saying I'm fine and I'll be over sometime around 11; I wanted to go into the city and walk around. He'll tell Daichi, so now all I have to do is deal with Kuroo.

"Hey, it's Kuroo. I'm busy right now, clearly, so leave a message at the beep, and I'll get back to you anywhere between 10 minutes and 3 hours. Cheers, and don't wait up."

His voicemail has been the same for three years. Redoing it every year so that his voice is "up to date," but other than that unchanged. Kuroo loves consistency. He's great for adventures and being spontaneous, but his favourite is to have a routine at the end of the day. He likes knowing what will happen before it does—another thing I love about him.

"Hey, Kuroo. Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling."

I don't know what to say. How do you tell your one true love, the one person you'd lay down your life for, the person you'd let walk all over you and take them back in a heartbeat, that you can't love them anymore. That they aren't what you want anymore. That they aren't enough.

"I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger."

How to continue.

"All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and tho I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

I can feel my heart breaking at what I'm about to say, and, as cowardly as it is, I'm glad I can't see or hear him.

"I love you, Kuroo. More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life. I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything."

Tears are falling from my eyes, and I probably make one hell of a sight for the other morning commuters. But all I can think about is how Kuroo will look when he hears this. My voice cracks as I talk.

"I love how unapologetically optimistic you are. I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

I wipe my eyes with the back of my hand and laugh into the phone.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here."

I look at the sun and think about how much he would've loved this view.

"The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it."

"I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always. I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I rub my hand over my face.

"I'm breaking up with you."

The pain I feel has no words. It feels like a knife just stabbed its way through my chest. I can only imagine how Kuroo will feel hearing this over the phone. I always promised myself that I would never break up with someone over the phone. I promised him I would never break up with him.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever. But I don't know anymore. I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true. It's both of us. It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that. And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too. I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

I've been on the phone for 20 minutes already. The message will end soon, whether I stop it or not.

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere? I'm going. I know that's not what you want anymore, but I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me. I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

My eyes are dry now. I've spent all my tears, and it's time to say goodbye. "I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love. I'll see you soon, my love. Until then."

I hang up, and the tears start falling again. I get off the train at the next stop and collapse on the nearest bench. The sun is just barely up; it's not even 6 am yet. Kuroo should be waking up in a few minutes. I sit there for what feels like hours, but it is only ten minutes as I cry. Only Kuroo, stupid, amazing Kuroo, could make me cry this much.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up, expecting some security guard, asking if he should call the cops. But it's not.

"Hinata?"

He smiles at me before looking confused.

"Y/N, why are you crying? What are you doing out here?"

I remember that Hinata and Kageyama live on the north end of downtown Tokyo, over 4 hours away from where Kuroo and I live. No, lived. That's not my home anymore, and this thought brings a fresh wave of tears.

Hinata sits next to me and wraps his arm around my shoulder. He's still just as small as when he graduated almost five years ago.

"I broke up with Kuroo."

His already large eyes widen to the point where it's almost comical. He looks like an anime character. This whole situation feels like an anime. But it's all real.

"Why? What happened? Did he hurt you? If he did, I swear to god…."

I put my hand on his leg. Little Hinata is still just as energetic and ready to fight as always.

"He didn't do anything. He was everything I ever thought I wanted."

The confused look is back on his face.

"Then why did you break up?"

"Because I can't be what he needs."

"What do you mean?"

I sigh. As brave and energetic as Hinata is, he is also incredibly oblivious.

"Doesn't matter. Right now, I need to find a bank."

His face lights up the way it always does when he realizes he can help someone.

"There's an ATM at the corner store about a block down from here. Kageyama works there on weekends."

I smile. It's been a while since I have seen Kageyama and Hinata. Hopefully, a day with them would prepare me for my grand adventure. One last adventure.

Kuroo POV

When I wake up in the morning, the bed is cold. The apartment is quiet, and my head is pounding. Let this be a lesson not to pass out crying next time.

I get out of bed and head to the living room, a last shred of hope thinking I'll walk in and see her on the couch.

She's not there.

Instead of the tears I expected, I feel empty. I'm not surprised, and I'm not hurt. I'm too tired to feel.

I go to the kitchen and make breakfast, trying not to think about the fact that she should be here with me. Sitting on the counter, dancing around the table and singing.

I eat toast and smoked salmon. She hates breakfast food, and this was the only thing she would agree to eat before nine in the morning. It was the only thing I could feed her before we had to be off for work.

I finish eating and clean up the kitchen. She hated cooking, so we decided that I would cook and do meal prep, and she would wash dishes and clean the house. She would still come with me to the store, and I would still clean with her, but that was the official job split.

I head back to my room and crawl back into bed. I check my phone and find a message from Suga saying they haven't heard anything from her and one from Bokuto saying Daichi told him everything and that he'll be over with the team and Kenma and Akaashi after practice. There's also a message from the coach saying Bokuto explained and that I can take the next few days off if I need to. It looks like I'm watching anime and eating Baskin Robbins the rest of this week.

There's a voicemail from Y/N.

It's from 5 am, almost 4 hours ago. The call log shows the message is 19 minutes and 46 seconds long.

I can't listen to it.

I stay in bed until I hear a knock at my door. KNowing Bo, he would've skipped showering after practice and come straight here with most of the team. Atsumu, Sakusa, probably Meian and Inumaki as well. And then Kenma and Akaashi. I don't know if I can deal with that many people right now.

I hear the door open, and the sound of a volleyball team spreads through the empty apartment.

I get out of bed and head to the front door. I may feel like my world is falling apart, but leaving the combo of Atsumu, Bokuto, Sakusa and Kenma without supervision will result in my apartment falling apart, and house hunting does not sound all that appealing.

As soon as Bokuto sees me, he dives headfirst and wraps me in a hug. Let it be stated that Bokuto gives the best hugs ever.

"Hey, man. How are you feeling?"

I take a deep breath and feel a head rest against my arm. It's Kenma.

"Better now"

Bo pulls away, and I see the entire Black Jackals team in my front hall.

"I hope you guys don't mind, but I'm not really in the mood to entertain, so you guys can figure out food and drinks while I watch tv."

The team immediately begins talking, saying they'll figure stuff out, while Kenma and Akaashi lead me to the couch and sit down. Kenma leans his back against my side, and Akaashi drapes a blanket over my shoulders.

The rest of the team piles around us on the couch and the floor, with Bo sitting on my other side and wrapping his arm around my back.

The dogpile in my living room continues for the rest of the day, with most of the group deciding to stay overnight.

I head to my room around 11, telling everyone I want some time alone. Bo tells me they'll all stay out here and be there if I need them.

I nod and head to bed.

I get ready for bed and crawl under the covers. I check my phone, planning to turn off my alarm before going to sleep when I remember the voicemail.

I might as well listen to what she has to say. It won't change anything that happened, but at least I'll know she's safe.

I place the phone on her pillow and lie down, closing my eyes and pretending it's her talking to me when I press play.

"Hey, Kuroo."

Oh my god, it's her.

"Hopefully, you've gone back to sleep by now. I know you have to get up in an hour for training, so I feel pretty safe calling. I'm just calling to tell you that I'm safe. No, I haven't been kidnapped, I haven't gotten in some sketchy car, and no, I haven't taken candy from a stranger. All this fighting isn't good for us, so I'm kind of glad you didn't pick up. There's some stuff I want to get off my chest, and though I know I can tell you anything, these are things that are just too hard to say when the other person can interrupt you."

Oh my god, it is her.

"I love you, Kuroo."

I love you too.

"More than I thought I would ever love anyone in my life."

Me too.

"I love your smile and your ridiculous laugh. I love how you're a total nerd and don't hide it. I love how passionate and driven you are. I love that you will drop absolutely anything to help someone in need. I love how you hate surprises, but put up with all of my unexpected endeavors. I love how you waited for me to be ready to date you, even though it took almost a year. I love how you refuse to give up on anyone or anything. I love how unapologetically optimistic you are."

Hard to stay optimistic in this particular scenario, but it's her.

"I love how you never let me down. I love your eyes and how they shine when you look at the sun. I love how you stay up late to look at the stars, even if you have to wake up early in the morning. I love your hair in the morning when it's an even bigger mess than usual. I love how you suck in the mornings until you have coffee, and then you're the life of the party. I love your nose, and your mouth, and your eyelashes. I love your hands. I love the way you look at me, and I love how I look at you. I love everything about you and I always will. Till death do us apart."

No, don't leave, please don't leave.

"Look at you, making me cry with your cuteness, and you're not even here. The sun's up. It's beautiful. You'd love it. I want you to remember how much I love you forever. Forever and always."

Forever and always.

"I'm on a train right now, going through downtown Tokyo. I'm not sure when I'll be back. I told Suga I'd be at their place in a few hours, but I don't think I will."

I guess you never did end up there, or I would have heard from them. Please have found somewhere safe.

"I'm breaking up with you."

I can't breathe.

"I know I promised you I never would. I know I said it was you and me forever."

It is.

"But I don't know anymore."

I do.

"I'm not going to do the movie thing and say it's me and not you because we both know that's not true."

It's me.

"It's both of us."

No, it's me. It has to be.

"It was supposed to be us against the world, but it changed into us against each other. And I can't see me hurt you anymore. I can't see you cry and know it's my fault. I can't watch us hurt each other anymore. I can't watch myself break my best friend. I love you too much to do that."

I love you too.

"And I'm too selfish to take the risk of hurting you more trying to fix it. I took everything I wanted from our room. Everything left is yours. Keep the apartment too."

I don't want it.

"I know it's under our names, but I don't know when I'm coming back."

Come back now

"The message lady will get mad at me if I talk much more, but I've got a few more things to tell you before I go. Do you remember that plan we made a few years ago, to travel everywhere?"

Of course

"I'm going."

Don't.

"I know that's not what you want anymore,"

If it's with you, it is.

"But I never gave up on travelling the world. Just one last adventure to check off the bucket list. And when I'm done seeing the world, I'll come back, but I don't want you waiting for me."

I will

"I don't want you wasting time hoping for something that could disappear."

I will anyway.

"I will always love you. No matter what you do, where I go, or what happens between now and when I return. You will always be my one true love."

And you are mine.

"I'll see you soon, my love."

Don't go.

"Until then."

No

No-no-no. Please no. Don't leave. I don't want you to leave. Please don't leave me.

The tears are so strong that I can't see, my breathing is coming shallow and fast, and I feel like I'm going to pass out. I don't want her to leave. Not without saying goodbye. I don't want her to leave me.

She can't leave.

This can't be the end of our adventure. It just can't.

I'll wait.

I'll just have to wait for her to come back.

But she doesn't want that. She wants me to move on. But I can't.

For the second night in a row, I pass out crying.

Only this time, when I wake up, I'm not alone. A body curled up next to me, and arms around my shoulders. I open my eyes and find Bo lying awake on his phone. He puts his phone down and looks at me, smiling when he sees me.

"Morning sleepy, how ya feeling?"

The tears start up again.

"She left"

Bo squeezes me as I cry. We lie there for what feels like hours. Time doesn't matter. She's gone.

"She's not gone forever tho, right?"

I look up at Bo and frown.

"Well, she can't be gone forever, right," he says again. "She has family here and friends. She won't be gone forever."

"Yeah, but she doesn't want me anymore."

Bokuto pushes me away from him and looks at me with the most serious face I have ever seen him make. "Kuroo, not once in my entire life have I seen two people love each other as much as the two of you do. And I can tell you that this is the last thing she would want. Having you crying about how she doesn't want you."

"Well, what am I supposed to do?"

Bo smiles at me.

"Live your life. She'll come back, and you'll be able to swap stories about what you did."

"But I don't want to swap. I want the same stories."

"I know you do, but this is the only way. Have something to tell her when she gets home, ok, bud?"

I nod, and he pulls me back in. He's right. I shouldn't spend her entire time away mopping. I have to do stuff. Y/N, you talked about going on a grand adventure. I'll go on one too.

Hopefully, it will lead me right back to you.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo x y/n #kuroo tetsurou #hq kuroo #kuroo angst #haikyū!! #haikyu x reader #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #kuroo fanfic #idk if it's actually good by hopefully someone enjoys it

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Oh Baby Part 9

Y/N and Daichi’s mom go shopping

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It has been a while since Karasuno’s loss against Aoba Johsai. The boys practised harder than usual and even got an invite to Tokyo for a training camp by the Nekoma coach.” You existed for Tokyo?” you asked as Daichi was reading through his notes,” Yeah but I’m nervous for Hinata and Kageyama. Like Noya and Tanaka have you and the other second years to help study but them.... Tsukishima doesn't seem too keen on helping them” Daichi sighed and pulled you onto his lap, his hand slipping under your shirt to rub your belly,” Also I’m worried that you might be hit by a ball in the camp, the boys know to be careful around you but them-”,” I will be fine Dai, don’t worry your pretty head so much” you kissed his forehead,” Don’t you have a Doctors appointment soon?”, he changed the subject,” Yep but it’s directly after school, so you can’t join but your Mom will. Already talked to Ukai and he’s fine with closing the shop for that day” you said,” I can join? I doubt-”,” Dai, he probably will care, you have to train harder than ever to become better and win nationals. It won’t kill you just because you missed one appointment, you have four months to go” you smiled making him sigh, he patted your belly,” Fine but I need to study and the same goes for you”, your eyes widen,” Oh crap, I need to go Tanaka’s for that.... I see you later” you said jumping off his lap, grabbing your stuff and dashing out the house towards Tanaka’s.

“The baby is pretty healthy for being still quite small but don’t worry once he is born and consumes some milk, he will grow. They always do” the doctor smiled making you sigh in relief,” When is the due date to be exact?” Daichi’s mom asked,” In the winter months leaning more to November/December”,” Ahh a Christmas baby” she smiled happily rubbing your shoulder,” That will be Daichi’s Christmas present than” you joked making his mom laugh,” Make it mine as well, I couldn’t ask for a better gift” she smiled lovingly.

Back in the car, Daichi’s mom turned to you,” What do you think of getting some baby things? Like pacifiers, bottles and blankets maybe we can look at different wallpaper for the baby as Daichi’s room is too small for him to stay in as you need a place to study” she said,” We can bring samples home as Daichi was already upset enough as he couldn’t be head and I don’t want him to be sadder”,” Of course honey” she smiled before starting the car.

“I like the bears, they are too boyish and could be used again in the future… if Daichi and I decided for another kid” you laughed awkwardly,” I like Galaxy one, we can also buy these stars which light up in the dark” she said,” We take the glow in the dark stars that’s a definite. Let’s take a sample for this and the bears, and this one as it the same symbol as one of his teddies… and one of the ocean ones” you smiled looking at Daichi’s mom who smiled as well,” That be cute, let’s look at some paint or do you want to keep the walls plain?”,” Yeah sure”. You and Daichi’s mom walked towards the paint section,” I take the blue colour leaflet with us as it kinda fits with all the wallpaper samples and it goes from baby blue to deep blue. Then something caught your eyes, spray bottles, pretty cheap as well,” Honey is everything okay?”,” Yeah I just thought what if we keep one wall plain and let some of our friends use these spray bottles to draw something for him? Family can join as well of course”,” I like that idea but will it’s happening you will be wearing a mask, the fumes aren’t good for people in general so they’re even worse for pregnant ones” she said nudging you before grabbing a couple. At the corner of your eyes you saw an elderly woman who gave you an odd look,” Can I help you Mam?” You asked kindly,” Did I hear correctly? You are pregnant? What a disgrace, so young and probably unmarried. The youth of today has no manners, you should be ashamed of raising her like that” she said making you frown,” I’m sorry mam but I don’t see where my daughter-in-law’s pregnancy is any of your business. Yes, it’s not ideal for her to pregnant at her age but she and my son are taking responsibility for their actions as that’s how I raised my son. He doesn’t run away from problems he faces them and the same with Y/N. She will be a great mother and my son will be a great father. So now excuse us, we are things to pay for” Daichi’s mom walked past the older woman who looked shocked at the response,” Have a good day mam” you with a smile and small bow before walking after Daichi’s mom.

“Thank you for sticking up for me. If my parents were there they would have agreed” you said sadly,” Well they don’t have manners, me and my family will stick with you no matter what happens. You are family and family doesn’t let one of them fend for themselves if they are in need” she patted your knee,” And now off to the baby store to get pacifiers if you still want. We can do it some other time?”,” That would be nice? I think Daichi will be home soon anyway and I just want to cuddle him and show him our options” you smiled.

“So what do you like more?” You asked Daichi, you were sitting on his lap while showing all the things you bought,” Well first I like the idea with the spray paint and I’m stuck between Galaxy and the ocean animals… what if we split the room in half one the ocean side, the other the Galaxy one (something like this just with galaxy and ocean and it blue)

“ That’s nice and we can the spray paint wall can at the entrance of the room” you smiled,” Yeah” he kissed your cheek,” How was the appointment anyway?”,” He is healthy and the due date is around November/December” you smiled burying your nose into his neck,” Christmas baby, a perfect gift” you chuckled,” I said the same thing”,” You me so well” he smiled caressing your thigh,” Also we have a new potential manager Yachi is her name, a first-year. She seems sweet but gets scared easily, poor Ukai and Asahi,” he said making you laugh,” Can’t wait to meet them”,” Also Ukai said he finally found an employer who will be fine with being doing the shop on their own while we are gone.... the employer being his mom” you laughed,” I guess she didn't trust any of the other workers to run the business while we are gone”,” How does it look with Hinata and Kageyama?”,” I don’t want to know just that Tsukishima is being Tsukishima with them” you playfully rolled your eyes,” I’m even surprised he agreed to help them in the first place” Daichi sighed and nodded,”Let’s get to bed, I’m wrecked due to training”.

#daichi x fem reader #daichi sawamura x you #daichi sawamura x reader #daichi x pregnant!reader #daichi x you #daichi x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x self insert #haikyuu fluff #daichi sawamura #hq daichi

[osamusbigtits]

clown on suga? please 🙏

of course 🫶

the most caring asshole ever, like how are you doing that?

does not listen to daichi. at all.

gave up being starting setter for a first year, weak as hell

honestly, it's really fitting he became a teacher. I think that one explains itself.

marries a cop (daichi)

has old lady vibes. and not like a sweet grandma, like a mean old lady who gossips and is so nosy because it's the only thing keeping her entertained

probably drinks cheap box wine because it's all he can afford on his teachers salary

#lmao #i love him though fr hes so sweet #hq #ask #bex thoughts

[unknownspecies]

Ship your moots + trope.

I dont have as much time as of late with holidays and family so i only did some mutuals buuuuuuuuur if i get another anon ask I’ll do the rest lol. enjoy! For those that didn’t get one send in an ask about you specifically whether to ask who i ship you with or (for those in this list) a more detailed elaboration!!!

@toorumi-deactivated20221231 + iwa;chaotic and sane trope

iwa makes sure to keep you in line. youll be his feral dog but sometimes, just sometimes, he’ll indulge in your shenanigans and youll find yourself with an extra pair of hands (whether it be helping you or helping you beat someone else up 😎) 

@zorotits + hirugami;one bed trope

this would happen either right before y’all gett either or right after. either way he’ll be flustered to no extent and you’ll be flirting with him to no extent (not helping at all, huh 🙄) ngl i see him trying to get you to sign a document stating that you wouldn’t try doing anything frisky to him during the hours of 10 pm to 6 am

@maplesuna + suna ; accidental confession trope

this is exactly what happened. hes the one who accidentally confesses to you after you happened to either find a folder filled with your pictures OR hes drunk and he makes a small comment on how he loves you. dw you make him elaborate later on ;)

@sookisaurus + oikawa/tsukishima (one k or two?); pining trope

alr bb. This man. he falls in love with you first and hardest. you gave no idea hope much he loved you before you NOTICED him let alone become friends with him. not to mention that he would find the most idiotic ways to try to comes when in reality it was him just being super annoying (oikawa) or acting like you don’t exist (kei. speaking of. i saw a liscensw plate that said “kei” for the first three characters) eventually yall get together then he gets more annoying with his affection >:|

@kuroosdarling + geto ; that piggyback trope

Aims im throwing a curveball at you and im shipping you with geto. you know that one trope where you either getdrunk, tired or your feet armor broke one way or another so you can’t walk properly? superhero geto is here to save the day! his back bro… 🤤🤤🤤 ok one second imma be right back after looking at some geto fanart. ahem ok anyways. geto’s muscular, wide, rock hard, sexy, mouth watering, eye catching back is now your resting spot. and he loves doing it too. So do yourself a favor and start buying cheap sandals ;)

@crescentkaze + kenma ; mutual pining trope

I would hate watching y’all. you guys are literally pining for each other and making it vvvvvv OBVIOUS. And EVERYONE ELSE CAN SEE THAT YALL LIKE EACH OTHER. both of you will walk up to me all hours of the day reciting POEMS that yall made for each other and crying that the other doesnt like you. i will kill myself before this ever happens but i swear yall will eventually get together then act all tsundere to each other afterwards then i will literally jump off a cliff 😐

@daiception + nishinoya ; idiots in love trope

this is a hilarious situation. i would love watching both of you fall in love with each other. tbh it wont be anything dramatic. it’ll mainly be yall doing this “Ayo noya you see that woman over there?” “The one with s bubble butt?” “Yeah her butt is nice isn’t it. anyways you see the guy behind her” “yuh” “why did he decide to come out in that outfit. he really looked in the mirror and said that he looked good” “ duuuuude. imma beat him up for scarring my lady’s eyes like that” daichi in the back: “noya no-“ you: “noya yES” (this situation is totally not because i watched some hipster in a restaurant with stupid fashion sense nope not at all)

#interact with the unknown #unknown species: anon

[m4gp13]

Percy Nakamura wears an old cap with the hockey team logo, tight-fitting dark Tank tops, flannel shirts, torn dark blue jeans, dark brown oversized boots and Golden Ring.

Of course, the history of his clothes is much deeper than just "like".

Cap — is an old Daichi cap that he managed to put on Percy's head before the minotaur grabbed him, then Percy believed that his father was dead, and the cap was the last thing left of him.So he wore it all the time, Silena sewed it up and improved the look a little.

Tank tops, — Ethan war tank tops like that and after he went missing [when he ran off to use Nami's mom's errand], Percy started wearing his clothes and started imitating his style of clothing.

Flannel shirts, — the same story as with Ethan, only with Daichi, Percy started wearing them after arriving at the camp, received most of them from Hephaestus' cabin.

Jeans — Daichi wore ordinary jeans of dark blue color, Ethan loved torn, but only light color, Percy combined them in this way, — dark blue color and torn.

Boots — Charlie's last pair of shoes.

Ring — it used to belong to Silena.

The little design pupil in me is vibrating right now, I have so many clothing hcs for pretty much everyone.

The ratty jean and flannels definitely fit with Percy's skater boi thing he's got going on and I like the thing with Charlie having boots, specifically heavy-duty steel-toed boots because he is no chump when it comes to forge safety 😤 Charlie is several sizes larger than Percy so his boots are like a pair of cardboard boxes taped to his feet but that isn't going to stop him. He'll lace them as tightly as he needs to just to keep them on (and maybe a child of Aphrodite or Athena would be willing to get a needle out and tailor them to fit him better so he can wear them without falling all over himself).

I love the ring from Silena but keep in mind tlt came out and was therefore implied to be set in 2005 and tlo was thus implied to be set in 2009. Silena's a 2000s girlie and a very fashion-forward one at that so any jewellery she was wearing would have been dutifully following the trends or an older, more sentimental piece. Cute shit like daisies, smiley faces and butterflies were all the rage back in the day as well as chunky jewellery that most people would now consider to be tacky or cheap. Silena is a very "Love Brings Love" type of person who fully embraces feminism and the parts of feminism that, especially at the time, were frowned upon or demeaned so I can imagine she would wear jewellery that reflects this, stuff that proudly shows her love for love. Therefore I can totally so her putting a lot of sentimental value on something like a chunky or colourful ring with something happy like a smiley face, a daisy or a butterfly on it. It would totally clash with everything else Percy has going on style wise but he could not give less of a SHIT. You think the chunky golden smiley face is tacky? The sparkly purple butterfly kills the vibe? It's hard to take him seriously with a colourful daisy ring on his finger? Fuck off, that's his sister's and he will wear it with pride! (and also ram it in the face of anyone giving him shit for it. while it's still on his finger)

Also, I like the detail that Ethan preferred lighter colour jeans (samesies) because more faded jeans tend to be more well-worn and therefore softer and easier to move in which would have made them more convenient for a militant person like Ethan to move and fight in. His wearing stuff like tight black tank tops is also a hc I have of him, not so much as casual wear (although I can see him casually going out in stuff like that because it would make mobility easy) but more as part of what he'd wear in the army. The only description we ever get of clothes Ethan wore in the books was something about being "dressed for combat", having a helmet on during the Williamsburg bridge scene and having that one super useless chest plate so that means I get all the freedom I want for hcing his other clothes. I like to interpret "dressed for combat" as slightly more modern than the stuff he was wearing in the big battle, stuff like urban camo cargos, combat boots (similar to Beckendorf's), a high-collared fleece and a fancy demigod-safe bulletproof vest like Alabaster had (sans magic runes). Basically just military-esque tech/darkwear and the kind of tight-fitting black tops with minimal sleevege described is constantly popping up.

(sorry I know this was such a long one but I could spend days talking about a character's clothing choices)

#ask answered #anon headcanon #Q

[heartlessfujoshi]

flufftober day 11 - kurodai 'city of millions'

Title: City of Millions Fandom: Haikyuu!! Chapters: 2 of 6 Pairing: KuroDai (Sawamura Daichi x Kuroo Tetsurou) Rating: Teen (College AU - Banter - Tooth-rotthing Fluff - First Kisses) WordCount: ~2,885 Prompt: Sweet Tooth

Read: Ch 1

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Kuroo was in a good mood. No, he was in a great mood. Looking at his phone, he saw his most recent text for Daichi and couldn’t keep the smile off of his face. “Sorry it’s taken me so long to text you again. You free tonight?” It had been exactly thirteen days since they last saw each other, and he’d made the biggest fool of himself in the karaoke club by not only singing his favorite song to Daichi, but kissed him. Kissed him!! He still couldn’t believe that had happened. And now, he was going to see him again tonight. 

“For you? It’ll cost you 1,000 yen.” He sent the text, laughing to himself as he saw the three dots appear on his phone. He knew Daichi would reply right away. 

“Hey, hey, hey!” He looked over at his friend, who was waving his hands at him. “What are you doing??” Bokuto hooted at him, clearly upset that he’d looked at his phone. “Who is that? New girlfriend, eh?” 

He rolled his eyes. “No.” He wasn’t about to tell Bokuto about Daichi, though. He didn’t want Bokuto to get the wrong idea. Bokuto knew how much he’d been crushing on him their senior year. “And none of your business.” He pointed to Bokuto’s phone. “What’s Akaashi doing?” 

“I don’t know, he won’t answer my texts.” Bokuto pouted, looking put out. “And now you’re texting someone too. What am I even doing here??” 

“Good question, Bo.” He patted his friend’s shoulder, and felt his phone vibrate in his hand. “When are you meeting Akaashi?” 

“Are you trying to ditch me?” Bokuto whined. “You’re the worst friend, Tetsurou. Honestly. Why’d I even say I’d come and see you? I should have told you I was busy.” 

“Ouch, Bo. So mean to me.” He unlocked his phone, and read the text that Daichi had sent to him. 

“So cheap. I knew you were a bargain.” 

He laughed, pausing his walk to send a text back. “Augh, you’re the worst!” Bokuto yelled at him, upset by the events that were happening. 

Typing on his keyboard, he looked at his message before sending it. “A bargain, huh? I’ll remember that, Sawamura.” 

“Oh, so we’re back to last names? Fine. Then meet me at this place tonight, Kuroo. :p Seven sharp. Don’t be late.” Daichi sent an address to him, which he pulled up on his maps app to see where it was. 

“Oooo oooo.” Bokuto was moving his head around, trying to see what was on his screen, but Kuroo knew better. “Hey, that’s mean.” Bokuto tried to reach for his phone, which he held just out of reach. “Tetsurou!!” 

“You don’t have permission to look at my phone.” Kuroo put it back into his pants pocket. “Now, I’ve got somewhere I need to be in a few hours. What do you want to do until then?” 

“What am I supposed to do after??” Bokuto lamented. “I hate that Akaashi is busy until nine tonight.” Bokuto pointed a finger at him. “I would have come up later tonight if I’d known you were going to ditch me for some girl.” 

“I didn’t say it was a girl.” Kuroo let it slip, figuring he owed Bokuto that much. 

“ARE YOU GOING OUT WITH A DUDE?! TETSUROU, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.” 

If there was one thing that he adored about his best friend, it was his ability to shout at levels that no human should be allowed to shout at. Luckily, no one was around them to give either of them annoying looks. Just Kuroo glaring at Bokuto as he tried to shut him up by putting his hand over his mouth. “Can you please keep it down??” 

“Mmhee mmmheh peh.” 

“What.” Kuroo removed his hand. 

“I said, Who is it?? Is it someone I know?” Bokuto returned to bouncing up and down. 

“You’ll know when I want you to know.” That much was true. He did plan on telling Bokuto, but he didn’t want to say anything yet as it was still super new. “It’s our second date.” 

“Second?! Did you score on your first?” 

Kuroo shook his head. “No, we’re taking things slow.” 

“Boo.” Bokuto patted his shoulder. “I bet you’re dying, huh.” 

“You have no idea.” 

They parted ways at the hotel that Bokuto had booked for the night, where Akaashi would be joining him at nine apparently. Kuroo wanted to get back to his place and straighten up, even though it was probably wishful thinking that Daichi would come home with him. Eh, he needed to clean anyway - his bachelor pad was not spotless, but it also wasn’t a quarantine zone. 

Pleased by how clean his place looked, he got into the shower and got ready for his date with Daichi. They were going to be eating at a restaurant, thankfully not his own. He was happy to pay for Daichi’s dinner that night, as it was a great surprise seeing him, and he planned on paying for his dinner again tonight. If Daichi fought him on it, he’d say that Daichi could pay for their next date. Best way to make sure he’d get to see him again. 

Fixing the tie around his neck, he looked at himself in the mirror. Maybe he was a tad bit overdressed for this date, but he didn’t care. He put on a button up shirt and tie, and threw on a jacket that looked decent with his outfit. His pants were black - the same pants he wore to work, but did it matter? Not to him. He looked pretty sharp, and hoped that Daichi would find him attractive. 

The restaurant was closer to Daichi’s place than it was to his, but it was fine. He didn’t care. He left with plenty of time to spare, and it was a good thing he did because the train he needed to take was delayed by ten minutes. He got to the restaurant five minutes before seven, which was cutting it close to him. He wasn’t sure if Daichi was here yet, or if he was the first to arrive. 

“Wow.” He looked to his right, and saw Daichi was standing there, openly admiring him. “You look real nice, Tetsurou.” 

“Oh, this old thing?” He shrugged his shoulders. “Had a job interview earlier.” He winked, hoping that Daichi didn’t feel underdressed. He was wearing a sweater, and a pair of crisp looking jeans. 

Daichi laughed, which made Kuroo happy. “Yeah, sure. Come on - you ready to go in? Our table should be available now.”

“You made a reservation?” 

“Of course I did.” Daichi opened the door for him. “Come on.” 

He walked in, and then watched Daichi take charge, much like he had done on the court with Karasuno. Seeing his machismo coming through was an undeniable turn on to Kuroo. One that he’d struggled with since the first time that Karasuno had played against Nekoma. Now here Daichi was, exuding that same energy but towards him. It was his lucky night, and it had only just begun. 

The restaurant was bustling. It was a Friday night, so that made sense, as most people tended to go out on the weekends. Before Daichi could do it, he pulled a chair out for Daichi to sit down first, and when he did, he could see a small pout on his face, clearly upset that Kuroo had beaten him to the punch. “Thank you.” He told their hostess, who nodded as she walked away to go and get the next party seated. He took a seat next to Daichi, rather than from across from him, and saw him look confused. “What?” He asked, a small smirk manifesting on his lips. 

“Why are you sitting there?” 

“I want to be closer to you, Dai.” 

That honest answer brought out the most beautiful blush on Daichi’s cheeks, which made Kuroo smile. “Smooth, Tetsurou. Real smooth.” 

“I thought so.” He grinned, picking up his napkin off the table. “Have you been here before?” 

“No, but I heard it was good.” Daichi picked up the menu in front of him. “I heard their dessert is to die for.” 

“Do you like dessert? Got a sweet tooth, Dai?” He picked up his own menu, and took mental notes as he waited for Daichi’s answer. 

“A bad one.” His date nodded. “I think because I hardly ate them when I was home, and now here - I’m exposed to so many great sweets it’s impossible to say no.” Daichi pulled his phone out, and showed him a photo of a cake. “Look at that. I got that two nights ago on my way back from taking a walk around my neighborhood.” 

“That looks amazing.” It really did. There was chocolate dripping down the sides of the cake, the frosting looked equally as decadent. “I never would have pegged you for a sweets guy.” 

“What about you?” Daichi put his phone down. “What’s your vice? Please tell me it isn’t smoking.” 

He chuckled. “No, Dai. I don’t put anything into my lungs - legal or illegal.” Their waiter came over and took their order, then Kuroo continued on. “I don’t really have any vices. I guess I like to exercise a lot?” 

“That’s not bad.” He heard Daichi mumble. “Come on. You must have something.” 

“If I think of one, I promise I’ll tell you.” He reached over and patted Daichi’s hand. “Does this mean I can send you sweets?” 

The blush returned to Daichi’s cheeks, making his chest feel warm and pleasant. “I wouldn’t say no.” Daichi didn’t look at him when he spoke, but that was because his cheeks were now turning a deeper shade of red. 

“You’re adorable when you’re nervous.” 

“Am not.” 

“You are, though.” He smirked. 

Dinner went by in a flash. Kuroo found out so many interesting things about Daichi. Like how he hadn’t really played any volleyball since leaving Karasuno, much like him. He hadn’t kept up with the training after graduating, as he didn’t have any plans to pursue a career in it. Bokuto, though - he always harped on him wanting to play with him again, as he was on track to play professionally. 

“Should we order dessert?” Kuroo asked, even though he already knew the answer. 

“I hope you know that that is a very stupid question to be asking.” Daichi glared at him, as if it was the most ridiculous question he could ask. Kuroo laughed, then shook his head. “Oh. You were teasing me, weren’t you?” 

“More like flirting, but call it what you will.” He teased, and then flagged their waiter over to their table. He requested the dessert that Daichi had talked about at the beginning of their meal, and it was brought out to them two minutes later. Picking up a spoon, he held it out to Daichi. “You do the honors, babe.” 

“Babe.” Daichi took the spoon, but not before that gorgeous blush returned. “Thanks.” 

“Anything for you.” He filed away that Daichi liked to be called babe, and would use it at his discretion. “And you’re right - this looks amazing.” 

“I told you!” 

Kuroo never really had a sweet tooth, but knew what a good dessert looked like. And this looked like a very good dessert. It was a carrot cake, with cream cheese frosting that looked too good to be true. The small decorative carrot on top was a nice touch, as if the carrot shavings inside the cake wasn’t a clue as to what it was. He picked up his own spoon and took a little bite after watching Daichi have a coming to God experience with his first bite. He wanted to tell him to chill, because it was getting him hot and bothered but that wouldn’t be fair as he knew he was being too sexual and it was still early in this newfound relationship. 

“What do you think?” Daichi asked, after he took his bite. “Do you like it?” 

“I do.” Kuroo nodded his head, but set his spoon down. “But I think I like watching you eat it more.” 

“That’s a weird kink to have, Tetsurou.” 

He laughed. “It’s not a kink. I like seeing how happy this treat makes you. What’s wrong with that?” He leaned over, and spoke low into his ear. “I also like hearing those noises you make when you take a bite. Will you make those kinds of noises for me one day, babe?” 

“Oh my God.” Daichi’s face was now a bright red. 

A deep laugh left his chest. “I wish I was sorry about that comment, but I am not.” 

“I know you’re not. Pervert.” 

“I won’t deny it.” He looked right at Daichi and smirked, pleased to see him returning his stare with pinked cheeks. 

Daichi finished the carrot cake, offering the last bite to Kuroo. He picked it up with his spoon, but then fed the final piece to Daichi. If his noises had been bad, watching the way Daichi took the spoon into his mouth and wrapped his lips around it made Kuroo’s mind go to a very dirty place. Shit. He shook his head, pleased to see that Daichi could beat him at his own game. 

Kuroo paid for the meal without telling Daichi. “You ready to go?” 

“What about the bill?” Daichi asked, looking for their server. 

“Oh, I paid ten minutes ago.” 

“Tetsurou!” 

“I really do love hearing you shout my name like that, Dai. Keep doing it, please.” He teased, and then stood up. “Come on - it’s supposed to be a nice night out tonight.” 

“I wanted to pay.” 

“Pay next time.” 

“I will!” 

His plan was going well. He got Daichi to agree to see him again, so that was good. They left the restaurant together, and Kuroo began to lead Daichi back towards where he knew his dormitory was. But before they got there, he took him on a detour that led them to a canal where there was water babbling quietly. There were a few couples nearby, the setting rather romantic. 

“I know it’s late.” Kuroo put his arm around Daichi’s waist, and pulled him up against him. Daichi rested his head on his shoulder, which made him lower his head to rest it on top of Daichi’s. “I’m really glad you sent me a text today, Dai. Bokuto was not, though.” 

Daichi lifted his head. “Does he….does he know about us?” 

“Is there an us?” He turned to look at him. “And no, I didn’t. He knows I’m with a guy, but doesn’t know who they are.” 

“Is he still with Akaashi?” 

“He is.” Kuroo nodded. “They’ll be together forever, probably.” 

Daichi smiled at him. “That’s good to hear. And I’d like for there to be an us, if you want?” 

“I want.” He stepped closer to him. “I’m going to kiss you again, Daichi.” 

“You have my permission to kiss me whenever you want, Tetsurou.” Daichi’s eyelids fell closed as he spoke the words in a soft hush. 

Lifting his hand, he put it on his cheek. “Thank you. I won’t abuse it.” 

“I hope you do.” 

He groaned low, then pushed his lips against Daichi’s, kissing him with a tenderness that he felt in his soul. They shared the kiss for a few minutes, then slowly pulled apart. The happiness on Daichi’s face was bouncing off him to Kuroo, who could only grin like a complete idiot. 

They held hands as they walked back to Daichi’s dormitory. Kuroo wasn’t ready to say good night, but he knew that Daichi had to keep a normal schedule for school. “Are you working tomorrow?” Daichi asked, as they stood close to one another. 

“I am.” Kuroo nodded. “Why?” 

“Thought maybe we could hang out again. That is, if you’re not busy with Bokuto.” 

“I am never busy with Bo. He would drop me if Akaashi called and asked him to come by.” Kuroo smirked. “I’d love to see you again. Twice in one weekend. I’m a lucky guy.” 

Daichi’s thick arms wound themselves around his neck, pulling him down to be closer to him. “I’m the lucky one, Tetsurou.” Daichi kissed him on the lips, leaving him breathless as he pulled away. “Good night.” 

“Night, you tease.” He blew him a kiss, while adjusting himself. Daichi laughed as he went into his building, leaving him alone outside once more. 

He started to head back to his own place when he felt his phone vibrate. “Can’t wait to see you again tomorrow. Get home safe, you silly cat.” 

“That’s Mr. Silly Cat to you, sir. And I will. Good night, Dai. Thanks for another great night. Are you in love me with me yet? ;)” He stopped at an intersection, and saw the three dots appear on his phone. 

Daichi’s text came through just as the light was changing. “No. :p Good night, Mr. Silly Cat.” 

“Good night, Mr. Handsome Crow.” He put his phone back into his pocket, and crossed the street. 

Back at his apartment, Kuroo dropped down onto his couch and laughed. Daichi was really getting under his skin, and he was not at all disappointed by it. He was already looking forward to tomorrow. 

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Cross-posted to AO3

#kurodai #my writing #fanfic #flufftober 2k23

[renard-des-marais]

Anime

(armored people may not read it) 

 annual report to yourself.during the year, 130 films were viewed (animation japonaise). movies with the main character (hero)-9.and a few more almost with the main character.

next, some selected Burgundy thoughts...

Sonny Boy(9).an ambiguous film.but the scene at night in the sea and the music were worth watching.

Tsuki ga Michibiku Isekai Douchuu (13).this is a serious film, although it is hidden by comedy.the scene where the hero kills a woman looking into her eyes was very effective.

Uramichi Oniisan (17).the best adult film of the year.a film about love, happiness, life and... other "mythical animals"

Ryuu to sobakasu no hime (20).one of the best films of the year.although I watched it by mistake-I confused it with another movie.however, the scene with the "black and gold" field at the end of the film was very effective.

Jahy-sama wa Kujikenai! (22). one of the best female films of the year.if you read between the lines, then this is a very sad movie.

Senpai ga Uzai Kouhai no Hanashi (31).almost the second best adult film of the year.a movie with the main character,with a real man.

86 EIGHTY-SIX 2nd (40).just one word-déception

Genjitsu Shugi Yuusha no Oukoku Saikenki 2 (42).the most naive film of the year.

Ryman's Club (43).a rare case is a movie about sports that I liked.

Shikkakumon no Saikyou Kenja (44).training swords were similar to swords-and this rarely happens in anime.

Takt Op. Destiny (55).one of the films with the main character.I confused Ryuu to sobakasu no hime with this movie-the ladies are very similar.I am glad of this mistake-instead of one movie I saw two effective ones.

Mushoku Tensei: Isekai Ittara Honki Dasu TV2 (62).the sad glory of the film that caused the strongest flow of "selected Burgundian abuse" ... I liked only two things-the armor of the guards in the scene of the execution of the local feudal lord and the battle scene on the high mountain pass-important words were said there.

Leadale no Daichi nite (65).probably the best female movie of the year I've  seen. anyway, i can't fault this lady that you wasted your youth and now you're playing family?the lady lived all her life in the hospital and died there. so she can... I liked the gnome, the most serious of her stupid "children".

mieruko-chan (71).the second best female film of the year.despite cheap tricks like an emphasis on the chest, the flashing of half-naked girls in the frame-the film surprisingly turned out to be good.I especially liked the fox spirits doing their duty.

Blue Period (73).I can’t draw myself, so I love films about artists.despite some "fashionable modern phenomena", the film turned out to be so harmonious that I would buy a video cassette with it.

RPG Fudousan (74).women's film, comedy.I especially remember how the lady bard sang the song....

Dance Dance Danseur (79).a ridiculous subject is ballet....it's not a man's business.but the movie is unexpectedly funny.frankly speaking, I watched only because of Chizuru-fille drôle.one thing I don't understand is why the main character chose ballet.ballet is a phalanx, linear infantry, and the main character is Doppelsöldner-something passionate like "Latin American dances" suits him.

Spy x Family (82).this movie is very popular, so I didn't want to watch it.it turned out to be a movie with the main character.but I remember it only for its magnificent architecture.this is similar to Magatsu Wahrheit: Zuerst...

Otome Game Sekai wa Mob ni Kibishii Sekai desu (86).the film is notable for the fact that there is a main character here, but not a hero-chevalier, but a petty dork (as in kaifuku utsushi).battle scenes (robots...)drawn so primitively (2-4 frames per second) What I thought:it's the 90th year and I'm watching transformers? I liked the queen...yes, fille drôle again. but the rest of the ladies failed because vénus paléolithiques for no reason-vulgar and ugly.

Koi wa Sekai Seifuku no Ato de (91).in this film, the "game of love" of children aged 7-9 was well shown.

Mahoutsukai Reimeiki (92).an unexpected sequel to a long-forgotten movie.

Heroine Tarumono! Kiraware Heroine to Naisho no Oshigoto (95).the lady from this movie is the second best female character of the year.the film is quite realistic and effective.the scene of a female fight is worth a lot.

Tokyo 24-ku (98).the film is both childishly naive and very serious.

Yuusha, Yamemasu (100).in its genre, it is the best film of the year.

Sono Bisque Doll wa Koi wo Suru (108).what I liked - when the main character does not behave like a stupid virgin, he is a real professional in his field. and also his haircut (by the way, as in the movie about ballet).a normal man's haircut and not some kind of "nest or stack of straw", as is usual with all anime characters.

Shuumatsu no Harem (109).one of the two unnoticed depraved films.film about: if a panda does not want to breed to save its endangered species, it needs to be shot.

Tensei Kenja no Isekai Life...(112).remarkable film. there are no annoying vénus paléolithiques (almost) in it. one can say more, this is a film without women. women are nothing more than a background like trees, houses, etc. at the same time, the main character is a very expressive character.it's rare.interesting are the memories of his past life-when he was an office slave without meaning and purpose in life. dynamic scenes are drawn interestingly.and the moon turned out very well when it was drawn in an early (or late) phase.probably the best moon in anime.

Lycoris Recoil (113).one of the 5 worst films of the year.

Hataage! Kemono Michi (114).when this film appeared a few years ago, I reasonably ignored it, suggesting that it was some kind of nonsense. and it turned out. almost ... a long-eared lady with the name of a lost ship of a dead country turned out to be the best female character of the year.

Kuro no Shoukanshi (115).playing in the family reminded me of Leadale...

Isekai Meikyuu de Harem wo (116).young people will love this film - it's full of debauchery with lush vénus paléolithiques. and there will be even more at the end of the film. but besides this nonsense, there are two unique and great things in the film. first.at the beginning of the film, peasant women are shown-in normal women's dresses and a covered head!amazing! second.the film presents a simple, logical and at the same time the rarest (in movies, anime, games) economic system-three types of coins in value.Fantastic! those are two things that no Bethesda would think of! modern man probably does not understand what is wrong with depicting half-naked women in some kind of vulgar carnival clothes and bare head to boot in a pseudo-medieval history. but I think that any modern person understands the absurdity of the idea of a loaf of bread for 20 gold coins... the author of this story is some kind of scientific genius.it's a pity that he chose the wrong genre.

Hataraku Maou-sama 2 (117).sequels filmed after many years... how much annoyance and disappointment are hidden in their words ... it's almost always a different studio, a different style of drawing and appearance of the characters, different voices of the characters.Hélas.

Mamahaha no Tsurego ga Motokano datta (120).I don’t know what this movie is about, but episode 8 and the second half of episode 10 are the most effective. Isana is the best female character of the year number 3.

Youkoso Jitsuryoku...2 (125).unusual.usually an interesting film is interesting only in the first season.next, 2, 3 continued-worse and worse.this movie is the opposite.the first season was like cardboard instead of cake - about nothing. not a single memorable character.the second film was unexpectedly bright.Pourquoi?-Cherchez la femme...Kei is perfect for the main character. They are generally the perfect couple. Probably the best couple this year. (I don’t keep statistics on couples, but it’s quite possible).

#εγώ ο ίδιος #anime

[nishipostitz]

haikyuu men as brothers best friend

scenario: waking you up for breakfast

gn!reader x multicharacter

part 1 | part 2

tw!! underboob in second one bc of a crop top. no pronouns. NONE ;D

the ones who dont bother to even go upstairs to your room. they just yell from the bottom of the stairs. there is absolutely no energy put into this. when they hear no sign of your being upstairs, they end up calling you with their phone. that still doesn’t wake you up. so they wrap up a towel and throw it at you from your door. they’re not going to invade your personal space, nor waste energy to walk anymore. they also just want a reaction out of you..

kenma, tsukki, oikawa, futakuchi, kindaichi, sakusa

the ones who would go into your room. be very polite and cautious inside your room. they don’t want to disturb your peaceful sleep, even though it was their mission from your brother to come in and wake you up while he made breakfast. but oh my, oh my. you were wearing a crop top and shorts. the way you slept was comfortable. leg propped up on a decorative pillow, arms above your head and your body at a slight angle. he was holding in the giggle of the sight of you sleeping in such a weird way. but later caught site of some underboob. immediately starts blushing and throws the blanket over you, covering you up. then runs out the door completely forgetting to wake you up

suga, daichi, asahi, iwa, tanaka, kuroo, bokuto, akaashi, ushi, goshiki, kunimi, kita, yamamoto, aran, ushi

they’re dressed up ridiculously in a quick and cheap remake of body armor. carefully entering your room like it’s a battlefield. a pot and wooden spoon ready to be used. they’re going to enter your room and start banging the instruments in hand. knowing that you’d attack them when you wake up. so the makeshift armor was there to protect them. the banging continues and you wake up in anger. how dare they disturb your sleep in this way?

kageyama, lev, yaku, inouka, noya, hinata, miya twins, tendou

the guys who would still be asleep. they don’t care. sleep is sleep. your brother can handle two on his own, he’ll be fine. 

kenma, atsumu, goshiki, tendou, oikawa, noya, aone, bokuto, tsukki(just to annoy your brother)

well that’s the end to my writing inspo.. im probably doing a part 2 😁

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