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YARICCHIN BITCH CLUB X MALE READER [SMUT ONESHOT]

FEATURING : AKEMI, TAMURA, KASHIMA, TOONO, Itome, Yuri, Shikatani x male reader

Note : [UPPERCASE] are focused ships, [lowercase] are less/not focused.

When the club finds out the captain of the Morimori Private Academy Volleyball Team is a virgin, a very pursued and hot person in the school, to which they invite him to the club's exclusive gangbang!

6.6k words. Smut, con, slight dubcon, multiple cylinders and overstimulation. 18+ only.

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"Ah..."

The (h/c) stared down at Akemi Keiichi, the club president of the infamous Yaribu at his school, who had been gleaming up at him. (m/n) who had been pulled out of his practice at the request of the blonde, the sounds of volleyball being slammed on the court rang behind them as they stood outside the gym.

Akemi wasn't alone however. He had dragged two of his members along with him. One of which (m/n) had been acquainted, the other seemed like a first year. "(m/n)-senpai you look as ugly as ever." Tamura cursed at the hot third year who was in a compression shirt, albeit a bit sweaty from his practice but it only accentuated his charm. The captain just stared at the blue-haired male before turning to Akemi.

"I didn't really catch your question properly...mind saying it again?" Well (m/n) did. He just wanted to make sure. Due to the question itself being a load of bullcrap.

Akemi nodded. "Of course, (m/n)-chan! A little birdie had told us that you are still a cute pristine little virgin! Would you like to join our gangbang to pop your cherry?" The blonde smiled at him, virgins are his favourite after all, as he made a gesture with his fingers of fucking a hole.

(m/n) dreaded at the thought of the news of his virginity spreading. His volleyball freshman juniors had asked if he had a lover or not, and he responded no, also adding the fact that he had never had done it. It had slipped and (m/n) didn't think of it much but alas, the idea of the infamous captain who had brought the team to new heights had remained pure and untouched had brought attention to his abundant fans, and it had reached the ears of the Yaribu Club.

Now, he was standing outside the volleyball gyms with three members of the lewd club asking him to join in their gangbang event. The (h/c) remained silent and rubbed his tired eyes at the outrageous invite.

"You can decline, (m/n)-senpai! If you're not okay with it." The third member had chirped, as he had remained silent in the conversation. He had a deeper blue to his messy locks, darker than Tamura's. "...and you are?"

"Kashima Yuu. I'm a first year." Kashima bowed to his senpai. His heart jumping at the fact that the infamous (m/n) had asked for his name as he revelled at the fact that he had managed to speak (as little as he did) to the (h/c). "...I'm (m/n) (l/n), third year."

And he's humble too? With such a nice voice. Kashima smiled shyly, overexxagerating (m/n)'s introduction. "Kashima-kun! You're supposed to coax him!" Akemi shook his junior's shoulders as Tamura cackled at the obvious blush and crush of Kashima on the (h/c).

(m/n) just stayed silent and left the premise quietly, locking the gym doors as well as he continued practice. There was banging on the door as Akemi yelled at him to come out. His vice-captain asked out of concern but (m/n) told him to ignore the idiots.

-

"You guys never know when to quit, huh?"

Again, the (h/c) stared down at a pleading, bowing male before him. Another member of the Yaribu Club had approached him right as he was about to go to volleyball practice. And here they were alone in the class hallways, the sun still at its peak in the midday.

These past few days have been an annoyance to the volleyball player. Akemi had been long friends with the (h/c), ever since their first year together and has been aware of the Yaricchin Bitch Club's activities and purpose but he has never indulged in that side in particular.

Had Akemi ever proposed to? Ever so slightly but not this bold of an attempts. This new kid in front of him explained that the short blonde had proposed a reward to those who could bring (m/n) into their clubroom. The required five customer service quota would be cut down to zero, but they would be voted and rewarded as best club member for three months straight.

Other members had approached him, undeniably. Akemi himself has been harassing him, slipping a dildo in his bag once or twice or cornering him in the school bathroom but (m/n) had managed to escape every time. Itome couldn't care less at all of this.

Tamura had tried dragging him by force, but one punch from (m/n)'s vice captain silenced his drastic measures as he resorted to yelling at the (h/c) about the gangbang instead.

Shikatani had also asked him to stay after class, them being classmates and all. The pretty male flashed his lingerie underneath his school uniform and (m/n) only deadpanned at his seduction attempt, Shikatani got really offended at his refusal.

The first year from the other day, Kashima Yuu, had caught up to him during lunch. Inviting him again, saying that Akemi had pushed him before he makes Kashima become the focus of the gangbang.

"I don't get it. Why is everyone so adamant for my virginity?" The captain groaned as he palmed his face.

Kashima only laughed nervously, with a slight red hue on his cheeks. "(m/n)-senpai is a very admirable person. I'm shocked Akemi-san hadn't gotten to you earlier." (m/n) kicked his shin, out of annoyance of the stupid joke.

Oddly enough, the mascot of the Yaribu had not come to see him yet. Yuri had deemed (m/n), as he quoted 'boring' since the pink-haired male was not interested in an uninterested person. That's what the (h/c) had thought until he found out Yuri had been searching for his dorm room late at night.

His mind wandered back to the present, the brunette in front of him bowing down. "Who are you, again?" The brunette flinched as he peeked up at the (h/c), only knowing of him from praises from Kashima.

"Toono...Toono Takashi." "First year?" The brunette nodded as he kept his head down. (m/n) frowned as he moved to leave the conversation but yelped when he felt something clutching his legs. "Please (m/n)-senpai! I'm begging you, I really need the reward!" Toono cried out as he hugged the captain's legs tightly. If his vice-captain was here, a fight would've broke out but alas he was alone.

"I don't want to sleep with anyone, I swear! I really need the reward so they'd leave me alone. I'm too straight for this!!" The first year sobbed as he begged for the (h/c) to comply. (m/n) doubted his last sentence but whatever.

Everyone is starting to annoy him recently. With all the fuss about his cherry and whatnot. It's just his virginity. Not marriage or whatever. This isn't the Victorian era where one's purity brings wealth or value. Fuck it, just this once.

(m/n) groaned loudly as he sneered at the brunette at his legs.

"You'll leave me alone after this one time, right?"

-

"Hn-ng ahckk!"

(m/n) was choking on his own saliva. He wasn't sure how much time had passed since he stepped inside the clubroom, the first thing he saw was Akemi's shocked face. Now he was lying on the ground clothes astrewn, on a futon they oh so gracefully brought out for him in the middle of the small room.

"HAHAHA SHO CUTE!! DICK'S SO CUTEE!" Yuri drooled over the (h/c)'s half-hard penis, his spit drooping over the (s/c) tip as Yuri dove in and immediately deep-throated earning a yelp from (m/n). His bottom couldn't stay still as someone had kept playing with his hole, his dirty cum-filled hole.

There were too many people for (m/n) to register. Too many dicks shoved in his face. Hands groping his athletic body. Tamura was still mangling a dildo down his throat, choking the (h/c). The volleyball player had a suspicion that it was used before.

"Now I know why so many people are lusting after you, (m/n)-chan. It's a wonder how you have kept to yourself this long." Shikatani mumbled, as he pulled the rope connected to the choker around his classmate's neck as he pinched the (h/c)'s nipples, eyes mulling over it twitching. Said (h/c) cried out as he moaned all over the purple toy in his mouth, Tamura taking great pleasure in his expressions.

(m/n) felt so overwhelmed. Hours could have passed since the room is so dimly lit now, only orange hues barely spilling in through the closed curtains. Immediately after he entered he was pinned down to the floor. Itome was slightly jealous due to Akemi being oddly possessive of (m/n)'s chastity.

-

"Ahh ahh mmngahh~" The (h/c) panted as his legs were forced up forcibly up to his shoulders as he sat on the white bedding, Itome holding him up as Akemi shoved his lubed fingers in and out of (m/n)'s asshole while unbuttoning his school uniform. "I love virgins, (m/n)-chan! But I think I'd love yours the most."

The president cooed as he slipped his tongue into (m/n)'s mouth, sloppily making out with the sobbing (h/c) who was so stimulated having his asshole fingered by someone else for the first time. He felt someone taking his free hand to rub on something. Something dripping.

Tamura groaned at the feeling of the calloused hand he's using to rub himself off. "Mm- ahh your hand is so nice senpai..." Tamura mewled as he thrusted his hips into (m/n)'s fist.

The (h/c) heard a mumble behind him before he jumped at the cold feeling of someone's tongue slobbering all over his neck, his body flinching in Itome's hold. "HAHAHAHAH VIRGIN VIRGIN!!" Yuri licked (m/n)'s left ear, teasing his tongue into the rim of his ear canal. The volleyball captain's tried to pull his ass away from Akemi's fingers before the blonde stopped him by pulling his hair harshly.

"Don't you dare run away, (m/n)-chan. We all have waited oh so patiently for you <3." Akemi pulled away to speak and kiss his cheek before shoving his mouth into the (h/c)'s. His fingers teasingly pressing into his asshole before he added all four, essentially preparing his bottom for the many dicks to cum.

Akemi was the one to fuck him first. It was definitely him. (m/n) could never forget the look of delight on the blonde's face when he thrusted himself into the squirming (h/c) while he was still held up by Itome. And oh god his dick was so big. Why did a small guy like Akemi Keiichi have that thing around anyways?

"A-Akemi! P-please slow down- ah!" (m/n) gripped the blonde's arms as he grounded himself from Akemi's excited thrust. "Like a piston!" Yuri cheered from somewhere in the room. The (h/c) couldn't see much, the room was dark from his request but he couldn't have felt so seen.

His asshole twitched every time Akemi's large cock brutally pounded into him, pulling tears that dripped on his lower lashes. He was naked and fucked bare whilst everyone watched. Everyone's eyes on him and their hands had violated his chastity one way or another.

Everyone? Toono? (m/n) tried searching for the brunette, the one who he had let him pull him to this whorish club. He could only see a handful of brown hair hiding behind one of the couches.

"Hey hey. Dick's up here fucker." Tamura grappled his jaw as he positioned his cock towards (m/n)'s mouth, taking advantage of him gasping for air every time Akemi fucked into his ass, he slipped in his wet cock into (m/n)'s throat. "And here I thought your hand was good, (m/n)-senpai! Mmm~ you might be better than Yuri." He didn't notice when Itome had left his figure, (m/n) now laying on the thin futon as Akemi fucked him missionary.

His tongue instinctively swirled around Tamura's tip, his eyes lulled back into his skull as Tamura pressed his crotch further into his face, his balls slapping against his chin and his precum slobbering all over (m/n)'s mouth. He tried swallowing to gain airway but that only made the second year moan even more, spilling cum into his mouth, choking the (h/c).

Tamura pulled out and laid his spent penis on (m/n)'s face, covering his right cheek and eye. The (h/c) was gasping for air as cum drooled out of his mouth, his body still flinching as Akemi bit into his pecs. "Ne ne (m/n)-chan. You were always my type, y'know? That's why I'm so excited to see you like this~"

Like a whore with a dick flat on his face and underneath Akemi getting pounded to no end. (m/n)'s cries only got louder as Akemi started to thrust even faster and shallower. "I-I think I'm gonna cum- I'm gonna cum real soon! Ah ah! I'm gonna cum I'm gonna cu-ummm!!" The (h/c) mewled as he Tamura's cum drooled out from the corner of his lips as he threw his head back from his upcoming orgasm.

(m/n)'s back arched as he felt spurts of sperm shoot out of his stimulated penis, Akemi smiling down and kissing his neck. "Bare with me for a bit, (m/n)-chan." The blonde mumbled as he hugged the (h/c), effectively holding him down as he came inside his asshole, (m/n) clenching tighter at the sensation as he grappled the blonde's body for security.

His (s/c) body twitching as Akemi's unborn children spilled out of his bottom when the blonde pulled out. "No- no condom?" (m/n) mewled, his legs shaking and asshole twitching. "I'm so sorry, (m/n). I really wanted to pull out just now!"

Liar. Akemi had definitely wanted to defile his virginity properly. The (h/c) furrowed his eyebrows, his sanity slipping away as he pushed himself up shakily, although his legs couldn't even stretch properly. "Th-that's all, right? Can I leave now?" Too much dick. Too much cum for a day.

Tamura wanted to protest before Shikatani intervened. "I'm tired of only watching you, (m/n)-kun." The pretty male pushed him down gently as he sat on his stomach, his fingers trailing up (m/n)'s face, wiping away Tamura's cum. "I want my fill too."

"Hey hey! Get in line Shikatani! We agreed that I'd be next!" "I don't want his ass, Tamura." Shikatani shivered at the thought of (m/n)'s leaking hole with someone else's cum. But his front however, "I'd be using this for myself."

(m/n) couldn't even register properly before Shikatani slammed himself down on his half-hard spent cock. "Wh-wha?! Ah! A-angg ah!" The (h/c) could definitely audition for a hentai VA. His high-pitched moans and yelps was definitely a sweet tune to their ears. Yuri's ears especially.

"Touch! Touch me!" The pink-haired pulled on his hand, encouraging him to jerk off the second year. Shikatani was mewling as he rode the (h/c) like a fucking champ, bouncing up and down on his penis. (m/n)'s breathing had gotten heavier and his moans were ringing louder. His mind was definitely not in the right state as he mindlessly grabbed Yuri's dripping cock and jerking it off as well as he can. Tamura was cursing as he pulled on his other hand as well.

Now with two cocks over his head and Shikatani's beautiful body clenching down on him, it didn't take long for him to cum a second time. Nor for the other three cocks to spill all over his body, painting his chest and face streaks of milky white.

-

"Fuck fuck fuck!" (m/n) couldn't take this anymore. He grappled to crawl away from the futon, Itome had just finished shotgunning him seconds ago in his lap, fingering (m/n) and jerking him off at the same time at Akemi's request. It's too much for little ol' (m/n). They're crazy. They're sex maniacs.

"Hah! Where'd ya' think you're goin?" A hand roughly pulled on his ankle, dragging him back on the soiled mattress as Tamura excited laughter filled the air. "I finally get to bust my nut into you, senpai. Let's see if you're still tight after all this." "Wait wait wait-" The (h/c) couldn't even see the second year, he was on his hands and knees, his ass propped up with leashed choker still on his neck.

(m/n) squealed at the probing of his entrance for the nth time that day, the familiar silicone-shape of the male genitalia instantly shoved into his bottom, making the (h/c)'s gave his hands out as he plopped on the dirty mattress. "Fuck! You're clenching down on me so hard. Your asshole might just be your best feature other than your mouth, senpai!"

Tamura probed as he spread (m/n)'s buttcheeks apart, grinning down at his hole that was stuffed with his dick but still spilling cum from Akemi's round with him. The (h/c) was blabbering unintelligible noises, Tamura gripped the leash and pulled it back. "A-ack! Too-too much! Too much cock-" (m/n) dug his nails into Tamura's arms, he couldn't lie that the one with the nicest body here was definitely Tamura's as the (h/c) half sat on his cock while on his knees, the second year rutting into him, smacking their skin together as he pulled on the leash.

He felt like a dog. A bitch. Having a leash around his neck, his tongue panting out, drooling whatever saliva he has left and his eyes lulling back and forth with Tamura's thrusts. The second year wasn't wearing a condom too. The (h/c) could feel the wetness of his cock staining (m/n)'s ass while digging out Akemi's own cum.

"CUTIE CUTE CUTE!" Yuri made his way on front of (m/n) and instantly licked up a stripe up his chest, making the captain flinch. That damn piercing. He mewled as Yuri began to lick and suck on his nipples, instinctively tightening in on Tamura's dick. "Urmff! Tighter! Make it hurt senpai!" The second year began to pound up into him even harder as (m/n) yelled out in exasperation.

He just noticed something in Yuri's hands. Huh. What's that? (m/n) could barely see anything in the dark room. Had it passed sundown already? The (h/c) was about to call out for Akemi until he felt his cock shoved into something soft, velvety cushion.

"H-huh?"

He whimpered, scared of whatever was on his cock while Tamura was still fucking up into him from behind. Yuri cackled as he jacked the flashlight up and down on the (h/c)'s cock, leering at the crying face (m/n) was expressing. "P-please...have mercy..." The (h/c) was begging for them to slow down. It was no use asking them to end it but the least he could have was a moment of sanity.

"Sex is the best!" Yuri chanted as he pressed one of the buttons on the fleshlight, turning on its vibrate function as (m/n) screamed at the new sensation on his spent cock, the pink-haired male still pistoning it up and down on his penis. Tamura laughed at (m/n)'s sobbing as he went to suck on his neck, littering hickies all over his skin.

Yuri leaned forward to mush their tongues together, (m/n) completely bottoming out as he let Yuri violate his mouth with his stupid piercing. The two second years pressed (m/n) in between them, Tamura still fucking up into (m/n) although he had came inside, he still wanted to milk out more of himself into the (h/c) while Yuri rubbing his penis under (m/n)'s cock, slipping in between his thighs and his balls.

The (h/c) came again, into the fleshlight as he was making out with Yuri, humping him all the while Tamura cummed in the third year for the second time, stilling inside him as he bit down on his nape, leaving a mark for sure.

"Wow, your performance is really good, (m/n)!" He couldn't see where Akemi was but judging on Itome's moaning, he was probably doting on his boyfriend. "You being a volleyball player really helps with your stamina!" The blonde praised the (h/c) as he fucks himself into Itome, cooing into his crying boyfriend.

As Tamura pulled out, so much liquid instantly dripped out of his hole. (m/n) felt so disgusting, so filled, so satisfied with himself. Fuck, was he turning into one of them? He didn't protest when Yuri pushed him down onto the futon again.

"Hey Yuri-kun. He's had enough, don't you think?" Tamura quirked an eyebrow at the sight of a neon dildo in Yuri's hand. Yuri irked and yelled at Tamura. "Shut up! Stupid Tamura!" The former laughed as he leaned down onto the (h/c). "Sorry, senpai. Looks like you have to service him next."

The third year was too out of it. He didn't hear what Tamura said, only responding when Tamura leaned down to give him comforting kisses on his face as he whined for more. The second year laughed as he kissed deeply into the (h/c) while Yuri slipped himself onto (m/n)'s cock.

"Mmff! Mmmggh-..." (m/n)'s moans were muffled by Tamura's tongue, the latter only cupping his face to make out with him sloppily. Yuri on the other hand, was having the time of his life bouncing wildly on his hard cock, the (h/c) doesn't know how he himself was still hard. Maybe he was pent up all this time, and the Yaribu Club is doing him a favor letting him spill his cum in so many different ways.

Yuri clenched down on him, while rubbing himself all over with the neon vibrating dildo. When he saw, (m/n) wasn't focusing on him at all, he shoved the toy in between his legs, effectively drawing the (h/c) away from Tamura with a scream, a string of saliva still connecting their faces.

"Mmngg- FUCK FUCK!!" (m/n)'s eyes widened as he felt his puffy hole violated with the vibrating dildo, being shoved in and out of his ass, Yuri letting the tip linger on his rim. "I'm better at him using those things." Tamura kissed his tears. "You can come to me at anytime if you want to play again." The (h/c) sobbed into Tamura's hold, crying at Yuri's ruthless hold on him.

"(m/n). I wanna try your mouth, please." Shikatani pushed Tamura away, the latter scoffing at the third year as he went to find the first years. Were they all hiding? Tamura definitely made sure to lock the doors. The (h/c) was too tired to lift his head up but Shikatani who was kneeling beside (m/n)'s head, only slid his penis over his lips, still donning a lingerie. At this point, (m/n)'s naked body was so defiled with cum and hickies so Shikatani only went for his tongue instead.

The (h/c) lapped his tongue on Shikatani's underside, kissing it fervently as he sucked on the cock, he was definitely bigger than Shikatani. His breaths huffed on the dick in his face before he sucked some more, if it was possible he would have left hickies on it.

Sperm shot on his face and (m/n) didn't even notice when Yuri had lifted himself up from his cock, promptly finishing himself off on his face as Shikatani yelled at him for getting some on his dick. The (h/c) had finished inside Yuri, judging by his cum leaking down Yuri's legs but the dildo was still in him, vibrating lowly in his ass. (m/n) paid no mind to the fighting above him as he continued to kiss and lick Shikatani's cock, making him drip his load on (m/n)'s face. Who knew it would feel so good getting defiled by so many people at once?

(m/n) laid still, fucked out from all the dicks and his mind blank, his face lips wet with precum and Yuri still on top of him, leaning down to lick into his ear. His mind was blank, his puffy eyes foggy with post-nut syndrome. Was this what sex had felt like all this time?

He didn't notice the yelling match behind him as Yuri was pulled off of him and another was pushed on top of him before he propped himself up with his arms. "I-I'm sorry, senpai." (m/n) squinted his eyes, trying to recognise who was on top of him.

"Kashima..."

"These suckers were hiding all this time! Everyone has to join in." Tamura yelled at the still fully clothed Kashima, who had been hiding with Toono behind the couches. A screaming Toono could be heard as Yuri pulled him up. Akemi glared while smiling at the first years. "Now now. Everyone had their turns with (m/n) except for Toono and Kashima. It's either you fuck him or we'll have our way with you!" The blonde stated threateningly.

(m/n) was still staring at at Kashima who smiled apologetically at him. "Senpai, you've done a lot today." Kashima was still clean and in his school uniform unlike the captain, who was stark naked and body smothered with the three liquids; sweat, saliva and cum. The first year reached out and wiped away the wetness from his face while looking into (e/c) adoringly.

"I don't think he can handle anymore, Akemi-senpai." Kashima looked to the blonde, who was hugging Itome, on the other side of the room. "Really? What a pity. It would've been a great achievement for a virgin to fuck all the members on their first time." Akemi looked to Itome, who refused to have sex with the (h/c).

"N-No. I still wanna-" (m/n) mewled as he hugged Kashima. He panted as he rubbed his cheek against the first year. "I...I wanna do it with you." Kashima's painful erection during the entire endeavour couldn't be anymore obvious now. His pants straining against his bulge which was pressed against the (h/c)'s crotch.

"(m/n)..." Kashima whispered as he kissed the (h/c), the latter spilling more moans as he pressed his tongue sloppily against the first year's lips. The blue-haired male endulged in the third year, opening his mouth as he quickly undressed himself.

Toono was shaking, he was caught by Yuri, quickly after Tamura had snatched Kashima. He felt guilty, when he brought (m/n) here he knew there was going to be some action but he didn't expect for them to immediately pounce on the (h/c), pushing him to the floor and tearing off his clothes even though (m/n) had somewhat agree to this. Will he have to go through this as well if he still has his virginity by the end lf the month?

There was the thought of Akemi however, who seemed to be obsessed with the (h/c), brutally prepping him and immediately soiling (m/n)'s virginity without a second thought. The others follow suit, having their way with him one way or another, and Toono felt so responsible for the current fucked out state of the third year. He had came here because Toono begged the (h/c) after all.

"K-Kashima?!" He hadn't expect Kashima to indulge into all of this, maybe he should've based on the words of aspiration leaning into adoration of the (h/c) from the blue-haired male.

Kashima gently pulled up the (h/c) all while pressing his lips onto the latter while settling him into his lap. He unbuckled his pants as he licked ferverently on the roof of (m/n)'s tongue, their teeth clashing together.

His fingers went low, tracing down the (h/c) muscly thighs, who was reknowned as a volleyball player fyi, and down on the underside of his balls, reaching into his delicate hole. An index finger slipped in, testing the waters as (m/n) whimpered into his mouth.

Kashima opened his eyes to see (m/n) cutely perched on his lap, in his eyes, with the other members all looking at them in the background. Fuck, he felt like he was an adult star filming a porno.

His finger wiggled inside, feeling cum gushed all over (m/n)'s rim, spilling out and dripping onto floor. The (h/c)'s body twitched at the sensation, pulling away from Kashima to rest his head on the first year's shoulders. "Haa...haa..." He panted heavily, his eyes pressed close as Kashima began to fish out the remaining sperm that was spilled deep inside the (h/c).

"You took so much, (m/n)." Kashima whispered, in awe or teasingly, he couldn't tell. "Such a good boy." The (h/c)'s cock twitched at the compliment, Kashima taking note of it as he kissed the shell of his ear. "You're such a good sport, aren't you?" He was definitely teasing the third year, peppering more kisses down his neck as (m/n) nodded in response.

"I'm glad you're okay with this." Kashima pulled his finger out, satisfied with the small pool under his lap as he hoisted (m/n) up properly, letting his now exposed dick slide between the (h/c)'s asscheeks.

(m/n) was huffing and shivering at the teasing. He was used to the others pummelling straight into his hole. "I-I'm okay with it. It's fun?" Kashima laughed at his response as he kissed (m/n)'s cheek. "If you say so."

Suddenly, Kashima humped the (h/c), creating friction between the base of his cock with (m/n)'s ass. The third year cried out, expecting the former to push inside already but Kashima made no move to do so, only grunting and rubbing his dick in between his ass, feeling precum slide down all over the base of his penis and (m/n)'s ass.

"Put it in. Please just put it in already." The third year begged Kashima, pressing down his trimmed nails into Kashima's shoulder blades. His (e/c) eyes glossy to spill more tears of pleasure as he bit his bottom lip harshly.

"I know, I know but I gotta get it wet first." He cooed into the (h/c), all the while playing with the mound of flesh in his hands, fuck (m/n) always had such a great ass, possibly due to the intense sport he's active in.

After a while and some snarky comments from Tamura, Kashima lifted the (h/c)'s thighs shakily, and gently guided his tip to kiss (m/n)'s hole. Slowly, he pushed (m/n) down onto his dick, his puckered anus clenching and unclenching every time and inch passed through and Kashima didn't stop until the whole base was in.

"So good." Kashima whispered as he pecked the shivering (h/c). Suddenly, he gripped (m/n) by his ass and brought him up and down his cock. The (h/c) whining loudly as he wrapped his arms around the first year as he threw his head back, relishing in the pleasure as he gets fucked at a nice pace.

Kashima thrusted his hips up at the same time as (m/n) bouncing on his own, they leaned in and shoved their tongues against each other, pressing their chests as Kashima scratched his nails into (m/n)'s ass. He could feel someone pulling his legs apart, to give the others a view. How fucking perverted can the Yaribu be?

Toono was gawking at the whole scenario, (m/n) riding his friend, Kashima who seemed to be more or less open to the whole idea. The other members were having fun just watching the whole thing especially Yuri and Akemi. And what the hell Kashima! Weren't they supposed to pretend to be boyfriends anyways??

Tamura seemed to read his thoughts as he pulled Toono by his arm. "Your boyfriend looks to be having a lot of fun. Sounds like you can do it too, can't ya?" Toono felt dread as Tamura dragged him to the center and tossed him in front of the two that were fucking like rabbits.

"Toono- mmngg-!" Kashima was cut off as he felt (m/n) tightening around him. The (h/c) tossed his head back, his own untouched penis shooting watered down cum on Kashima's chest. "Annh ah haa..." The first year stopped his actions, feeling the wetness on his abdomen. Kashima had just realised the look on Toono, their whole facade of them fake dating was hanging on by a thread. (m/n) was confused on why he stopped.

The (h/c) glanced back to see the brunette who had brought him here, who indirectly brought him to this cursed world of pleasure through his pity. He looked back to Kashima and figured out there was more to them than it looks. He pulled away from Kashima and lifted himself up, hearing a popped wet noise and noted that Kashima hadn't cum yet.

"Toono." He motioned Toono to cum over here and the latter obliged, under the watchful gaze of the club president. The brunette crawled closer and hesitantly kneeled on the futon.

"Yes, (m/n)-senpai?"

(m/n) stared at Toono before leaning in to kiss him, the brunette frozen at the act of the gentle press, his heart beating loudly in his chest.

After a second, the (h/c) pulled away, his face full of lust and debauchery as he gazed into Toono's green eyes. Nothing was said between them before Akemi clasped his hands on Toono's shoulders. "It's your turn, Toono!" "H-Huh?!" "All of us have done it, with the exception of my cute boyfriend, and the only one is you!"

"N-NO PLEASE! I STILL WANT TO KEEP MY VIRGINITY-" "You don't have to give your virginity." They turned to Shikatani who was playing around with a dildo near his crotch. "You can just let (m/n) give you...head." Akemi gleamed. "That settles it!"

Immediately, Toono's pants were ripped off and he was horrified at the speed of the Yaribu members. (m/n) was maneuvered onto his hands and knees as he layed his face near the first year's crotch. Kashima was still hesitant behind them, his dick still hard albeit getting colder by the moment.

"Are...are you both okay with this?" Kashima looked to be mixed in thoughts, both of his crushes layed bare before him and he wasn't sure to proceed with Toono's hesitation, although it usually pains him to see with another, he would made an exception for (m/n) for he adore the (h/c) just as much.

"It's either you getting a blowjob or Yuri gets to fuck you." Akemi whispered into Toono's ears to which the latter screamed at the thought. "Yes yes! I'm okay with it- aahnggh!" He was cut off as (m/n) licked at his underwear, where his penis was tucked in and immediately he felt Akemi tugging it off.

The (h/c) licked a stripe up the virgin's cock, suckling at the tip, hearing the cracked moans from Toono. Maybe he was becoming one of them, a slutty stupid sex-addicted maniac. He could feel Kashima coming up behind him and hugging his back.

Kashima looked to Toono, who was drooling and his hips shuddering, the latter noticing the staring just nodded before throwing his head back to let out another quivered moan.

Receiving the green light, Kashima immediately slipped his hands down (m/n)'s bottom, and pushed himself inside, eager to chase his lost release previously. The (h/c) choked down at the surprise and Toono yelped at the sudden constriction on his penis.

The sounds of skin slapping skin couldn't be more obvious now that Kashima's pace turned rougher, his head body straight to gaze at (m/n)'s ass pounding ass against his crotch and Toono's flushed face, this was heaven for him. Every time Kashima pushed forward, (m/n) was forcibly deepthroated onto Toono, his cock reaching down his throat and the (h/c) felt his anus fluttering down Kashima.

The blue-haired male panted as he delved himself inside (m/n) further, his eyes locked onto Toono's widened ones. The brunette couldn't contain himself, his hands grasping at (h/c) hair, clutching at the roots every time his tongue swirled around the veins of his base.

Kashima moaned loudly as he shoved his hips deep into (m/n)'s ass, cumming deep inside the (h/c) who gasped on Toono's cock, his cheeks full. Toono came a second later, mewlimg as he pulled out of (m/n)'s mouth halfway through, spraying his cum on the third year's face. The (h/c) couldn't cum anymore. Though, he felt Kashima's hand stroke his genital as he attempted to finish the third year but all he could muster was a small pool of liquid.

(m/n) fell on the thin futon on his side, his chest taking in deep breaths as he closed his eyes shut. He could hear the Yaribu members surrounding him, Akemi praising Toono and Kashima before he knelt beside the (h/c).

"You should join our club, (m/n)-chan. You'd make an excellent bitch for our school!" He spoke as he caressed the (h/c)'s cheek, his blue eyes peering down with a glint (m/n) couldn't recognise.

All (m/n) could mumble out was a "No.", before promptly passing out in the room. Immediately pulled into a world of sleep and he would wake up in Akemi's room the next day, his body clean and sore.

-

"(m/n). I've heard you went to Yaribu's gangbang..." A voice called out to him, (m/n) looked behind him and saw his vice-captain, Daisuke Yuichi, with a frown on his face, standing under the door ledge of his classroom.

The (h/c) groaned as he palmed himself in the forehead, standing up to clean his desk, he had gazed outside his windows after class ended. A much needed afterthought recollected in his brain.

Three days had passed and true to Toono's promise, the Yaribu club no longer harassed the volleyball captain, only chirping in an offer to fuck or two but none went as far as previous attempts. Toono wouldn't look him in the eye anymore while Kashima was more than happy to interact with him whenever they run into each other.

Akemi acted a bit odd with him since then, his eyes lingering on the (h/c) a second longer than it should, Itome no longer wanting to acknowledge (m/n) however. Shikatani and Yuri treated him like usual and Tamura with his constant insults. Like the news of his virginity spreading, him joining the Yaribu on a Wednesday evening also sparked rumours of his cherry popped amongst most of the student body.

Daisuke had always been wary of the Yaribu Club, never liking their inappropriate activities nor the sexual innuendos they brought about. So when his precious captain was particularly targeted, it made him more frustrated nonetheless.

"It wasn't as bad. I did it just so they would get off my back." (m/n) hauled his bag, exiting his class with Daisuke in tow to the direction of their gym for their next practice.

"If you had come to me, I could've done it better than them."

(m/n) paused in his tracks, looking back at his vice-captain, whose gaze was fixated on the floor. His mouth moved to speak but pursed into a smile. "That wasn't the point and..." Black eyes looked up into (e/c).

"I'm sure you would have."

Daisuke was silent before he cracked out a chuckle as he jogged towards the (h/c), wrapping and arm around the latter's shoulders. (m/n) smiled at the thought of Daisuke and the Yaribu Club.

Maybe he should visit them once in a while.

[END SCENE].

[unedited]

Afterthoughts :

Well that took me four days, haha. I'm new here and I can't believe this weird thing is my debut fic💀. I hope you guys weren't bored halfway through and please refer to me as Ouka. I'd love to be friends and Daisuke would feature more on separate fics more frequently!

I will edit the scenes especially the start and the end because they felt kinda wonky and awkward to me, especially Toono's part because it was ooc imo. All respectful criticism is appreciated and do leave a comment! I would love to hear your words on this blasphemy.

I apologise for the usage of _-san, _-chan, _-senpai and the likes. After watching the anime, to gain their sense of character, I couldn't help but feel it made more sense to read (?) although the usage is not constant (eg Daisuke not calling reader with san) but i will edit it!

#bottom male reader #male reader smut #x bottom male reader #sub male reader #anime #male reader #x male reader #ybc #yarichin bitch club #yarichin b club #kashima yuu #akemi keiichi #ybc x male reader #ybc x reader #mlm smut #smut #what the hell did i just wrote #yarichin bitch club x reader #takashi toono #tamura yui #oukabarsburg

[natriae]

Fireflies

ushijima x reader

a/n: based on this quote i saw on tiktok

In which you grab Ushijima to go see the fireflies

Third year had ended. The sun was shining for longer hours, reflecting your happiness about being away from school. Sitting at your window you could see the sun setting and the pretty shades of pinks and oranges painting the sky. The sun set brought back memories of walking back to your dorm after practice.

You missed the volleyball club dearly. You would miss their antics. You're sad that they didn't go to nationals in their last year of highschool. You miss Ushijima. Yes you still hang out with him, but it stinks not seeing him everyday.

You loved his confidence, and how you always felt safe around him. He had no doubt that he was an amazing volleyball player, and he had no doubt when it came to protecting you. Many people thought he was rude, but he was just being blunt. One time at lunch you tried explaining to him that he needs to watch his words because sometimes it comes off as mean. He responded by saying that its not mean is the truth and he would never mean it in a ill way. It was for the better he said.

You also missed how everyone thought the two of you were dating. He'd give you his jacket when you were cold, and you would hear everyones whispers about the big 'USHIJIMA' on you back. He never gave any inclination that he liked you, and you're sure he would have straight up told you if he did. You missed how he would share his bento with you if you forgot your lunch, or how he'd ask for you to watch him specifically at practice. Even though as a manager you should be focusing on everyone.

While in your thoughts you could see the sun set a little more and down below there were little lights seen flying around the grass. The fireflies have finally come out. Walking outside to the front lawn you tried to catch the little bugs, and out of the corner of your eye you could see a tall man jogging on the sidewalk around the neighborhood. His white and purple tracksuit told you who he was immediately. And his phone in his left hand was not at all surpising as he changed the music in his ear buds.

You're sure your grin could be seen a mile away. It's like he knew you were thinking about him. Did he miss you too? Opening the small gate and running out to the sidewalk you ran up to the olive haired man. Although he didn't see you yet, because of how fast you moved, he knew exactly who latched onto him.

"Jima, what are you doing here," You questioned the tall man. You knew he normally went on daily runs to keep up his stamina, but you've never seen him in your neighborhood. He told you he had a very strict route. He would run from his neighborhood, passed the convince store, up the hill, around the hill, and through the neighboring town, the repeat the track backwards to get home. To have gotten here we would have had to go down the hill and turned right.

"oh, I thought i would change my track. The other one was getting old." He responded still standing straight. His hold never left your right forearm after he put you down. Which was unusual, but it was Ushijima, he did weird things especially when Tendou got to his head.

"oh well do you want to come with me to go see the fireflies. Look at them." You pointed at you yard where the small flies danced around the flowers and bushes. As you did this you didn't realize it but he never turned his head to look. He watched your side profile. Tracing from your forehead down your nose to your smile. He then looked back up to see your eyes shine with happiness. "don't they look so pretty," you heard a grunt in agreement and when you turned he nodded his head only once while he gazed into your eyes.

That was one thing you always loved about Ushijima he always looked at you like he was really listening to only you. His eyes would slightly squint and his breaths would relax as he stared into your eyes. It was hard not to get lost in his, and hard not to stumble on your words as he looked so intrigued in what you were saying. Never once did he forget a word that left your mouth. His memory was impeccable. Jumping out of your trance you grabbed his forearm with both hands and began dragging him to the field by shiratorizawa high school.

You guys never spent much time at the soccer field during school unless coach decided the boys should run in the sweltering heat. You spent most of that time sitting on the bleachers or sneaking off to the gym that had fans. There was a nice breeze once you guys got the the field. It was still warm out, but nothing unbearable. Ushijima unzipped his jacket just to be wearing a red t-shirt with Vabo-chan on it.

You giggled at his choice of fashion and began to set your things on the grass of the field too. You assume he didn't hear your giggles as he began walking across the field to where more little lights could be see glowing. Running to catch up to Ushijima you continued passed him an began attempt to catch the fireflies. "ugh, i can't catch a single one," you groaned.

"i will get one for you stay here and sit down," Your face fell at the fact you had no luck with catching one of the flies and you began walking back to your stuff on the field. After sitting down you watched Ushijima walk in circles near the other end of the field. He was so determined to grab one of the tiny bugs you couldn't help but laugh again at such a big man acting like a little kid.

You knew about Ushjima's past and how he hasn't seen his father in years. He spent most of his childhood practicing volleyball just so his father could be proud of him. Yet not once did he see him at any of the games. That was the only part about not getting to nationals that stung him. You knew that although he was normally on the more realistic side of things the little boy inside of him couldn't help but hope that he would see his dad at nationals.

You didn't notice till the large man was in front of you with his hands clasped together that he had finally caught one. "i got one for you. Look." He had said to you with his monotone voice. You could tell by the time corner of his lips turned upwards that he was proud of himself. He got down on one knee and slowly opened his hand so you could see the small firefly roam around his large palms. He got it just for me. Just for me. You smiled at that thought and began looking at his hands. "here put your hands out," His deep voice spoke to you. You obed and placed you hands out in a cupping formations. He grabbed your wrists and with the other hand gently left the firefly walk into you hands.

You quietly gasped and your smile was huge. He would give everything up if it meant he would see that smile everyday. He watched as your eyes widened in awe as you watch the bug light up and move around you hand. "you are beautiful," Ushjima said while watching you face.

"huh," you said in shock. Did I hear that right? Ushjima isn't talking about me, right?

"You are beautiful, and I want to see you smile everyday,"

"jima-"

"i came to your neighborhood to see you. I miss you. I think im in love with you"

You were speechless. Partly because Ushijima just said more then a sentence to you, and he said he's in love with you. "'Jima i don't quite think you're in love with me, but-"

"No, I do. I'm sure of it. I've liked you all of highschool and I will continue to like you." He said looking directly in your eyes. He had the same look his eyes as he did earlier, and thats when you realized that the look was just for you. You were the only person he would maintain eye contact with. You were the only person he would look at and really listen, and make sure to remember every little word that left your mouth. He did it all for you.

"i'm really dense, huh,"

"yes, you are," he said nodding at it. He knew he was right and you did too. Which is why you didn't get mad at him.

Leaning in, "you are too because i've liked you all of highschool too," He nodded at that.

"I guess i am," He nodded once simply. Looking at the ground his eyes moved around the grass. He was processing the situation, and you loved the look on his face.

When be looked back up, you both gave small smiles to each other. With that he grabbed your hand and stood up. "let me take you home," He said quietly for you. With that you guys walked home together hand in hand. He even left you a kiss on the cheek once you got to your door.

He was finally your Wakatoshi, and you were his y/n

#haikyuu #ushijima x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu fluff #ushijima headcanons #ushijima fluff #ushijima imagine #ushijima fic #ushijima wakatoshi #ushijima scenarios #wakatoshi fluff #haikyuu wakatoshi

[soranihimawari]

I Missed You

Pairing: Oikawa x (gn!) reader

Word Count: tbd

Rating: Oikawa Tooru Fluff [otf]

Warnings: none// reader in timeskip becomes a doctor specializing in aging/older athletes and completing necessary check-ups before a match.

Note: I tried to not tie any gender-specific nouns when describing reader.

How I think OIkawa & reader hug each other after not seeing each other in a long time.

[23:45]

That’s the time stamp you receive on an old friend’s text. There are only three words which the message is comprised of. When you read them aloud to yourself in the comfort of your own home, you seem to repeat them like a mantra.

‘I miss you’

Simple hope draws from this in a way that can’t be described as you stare at your screen until you ultimately lock your phone. You close your eyes for a a few minutes when your brain decides to show you a highlight reel of the activities you used to do with the sender. Learning the rules of volleyball, joining in their team jogging paths, coming to scheduled matches, accompanying him to the nurse’s office when he landed on his feet wrong, etc. He was destined to be famous, just not here at home in Japan, no. Somewhere half a world away called out to him first. Argentina was distant, far, the most you’d ever be separated and even then, the times prior were literally at the start of up schooling lives.

Unfortunately, the last memory behind the closed eyes you see is a bittersweet one: the reality your friend, confidant, (and crush) hits you. You never did want to wind up fighting with him, but for once you’d want him to fight to stay here. With you. As his best friends remind you, you’d be holding him back from his true potential ever since he started practicing with the collegiate teams up the road from where you live—this was where the initial rift began to be drawn between you two.

During lunch one day, you visit his classroom, sitting next to him explaining (or rather complaining) the trouble you were having with a particular class and one of the assignments needed to be completed prior to a content exam.

“Do you ever shut up about schoolwork, yn?”

You pause, a disappointed look heavy on your brow as those within earshot suddenly fall quiet.

“I’m sorry not all of us have a righteous path carved in front of us, Tooru,” the tonality in your voice was one of annoyance. “Some of us have to work even harder to achieve our dreams other than hoping to skip town and follow in their idol’s footsteps.”

Ever since that brief conversation, you and one Oikawa Tooru, are now practically strangers come graduation day. You hear whispers via the third year rumor mill of his accomplishments and his ultimate defeat against both Shiratorizawa and Karasuno. Matches you weren’t there to show your support for, even if Iwazumi Hajime, the ace and vice captain, had invited you because, “it would be nice for him (oikawa) to see a familiar face in the crowd.”

Glancing back at Iwazumi’s moss green eyes and stoic countenance, “and if I recall, it would be nicer if I wasn’t there because it might distract him further. There are plenty of scouts heading to those matches. I’m sure he’d catch one of their eyes.”

“And if those scouts ask him to move to another country, are you really going to be ok with not saying your goodbyes when we graduate, yn?”

You aggravatedly sigh at him, muttering an annoyed, “Yes, Iwazumi-kun, even then.”

Many months later, post Oikawa's jog in the winter while watching the Karasuno v Inarizaki match, it is now springtime. You’re holding a bouquet of flowers from your parents who pose with you for pictures around the inner school gates of Aoba Josai’s campus. Your fellow classmates and club members surround you for more photos as well. This was going to be one of the final memories you have for your high school career. You were accepted into a university specializing in biomedical engineering with a strong focus on exercise science.

This was your dream, not necessarily the same path as Iwazumi’s to become an athletic trainer, no, however you had wanted to be a doctor whose focus would help restore and maintain older athlete’s bodies even post retirement. Helping those who had maybe one or two career setbacks was something which had captivated you the more you began to focus on the life sciences of your high school careers and with the help of those teachers, they had written for you a brilliant recommendations to boost your acceptance after passing the various university exams.

[13:43]

In your office nearly a decade later from high school graduation, sits your newest patient. He comes from Argentina, like your nurses tell you, but the rumor that he had come on a friend's recommendation is what actually piques your interest. Well, to be fair, two of your friends' personal recommendation are what causes you to raise your eyebrow. The nurse on duty that day takes his vitals as normal, asks him the routine questions before giving him the proper spiel of, "sit tight and the doctor will see you in a few minutes."

Oikawa Tooru has come home for several reasons. The only one on the top of his list is coming home for an exhibition match game he was invited to by the former captain of Nekoma and now representative of the JVA. However, when word reaches Iwazumi's camp in the national team's gym, he smirks, sending a text halfway across the world. Your name is thrown into the mix of doctors who are willing to examine older, closer to retirement age, athletes. Considering this was not how he had wanted to spend his second day back in his home country, Oikawa Tooru asks to book this appointment to get an all clear before playing the V-League exhibition match Kuroo talked him into attending.

You are reading over the file of the new patient outside of the room in the hallway. You scan over the various ticks he had made on the questionnaire along with your nurse who says that his young son looks up to Oikawa-san as a professional volleyball player.

"Repeat that one more time, Sato-san," you clear your throat when Sato-san repeats what he had said earlier.

"My son is as huge fan of Oikawa-san," he points to the name at the top of the document in your hand.

Right there, next to Sato-san, the nurse's pointer finger, is the kanji of the name of a person you thought about since your high school, university, and medical school graduation days. You clear your throat, thanking Sato for his time measuring the vitals of the next patient in the room you're about to enter.

"No prob doc," is all Sato says when he walks back to the nurse station leaving you to enter the examination room where an old flame sits.

You take a deep breath prior to knocking and entering. You open the door and you see OIkawa bent over on the examination bed, reading something on his phone. His hair is cropped shorter, his shoulders are a bit broader, his skin a bit tanner, and for lack of better words, his muscles quite filled out the rest of him. He's still humming a tune you're unfamiliar with until your shoes enters his field of vision.

"Hello Tooru," your voice causes him to freeze and immediately causes his eyes to avert away from his phone. "It's been a while."

Oikawa's coffee-colored eyes study your face and the recognition hits him like a truck. Although he is dressed in a sky blue buttoned blouse and dark jeans compared to your teal scrubs and white lab coat, he stands up, arms extended to crush you in a hug. His patient file falls to the floor when you hug him back.

You hear him for the first time since that argument long ago, voice wobbly and all, "I missed you."

#haikyuu x reader #oikawa x reader #an hq: timeskip story #soft sora hours: ft oikawa tooru #🌻— flying around collecting pollen—queue #sora scribbles 2023

[ridiculouslly-ridiculous]

The Doors are Now Closing

Kuroo Tetsuro x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: none

WC: 973

Genre: fluff

Just me trying to shake off my rust 🥲 I haven’t properly written in so long. Will probably edit at a later time. I was inspired by this TanaKiyo moment and just had to write something.

“I’m so happy you’ve decided to join us!” The pretty girl, whose name you’ve forgotten already, smiles at you as she clasps your hands in hers.

“Yeah, no problem!” You bashfully reply to her reaction.

“We have a practice match in a few days, why don’t you stop by then?”

“Okay, sounds good.” The pretty girl then gives you all the needed information which you quickly jot down in your notebook. For the next few days you feel the nervous-excitement that “Karasuno VS Nekoma practice match” gives you every time you look into your notes. Your old club just wasn’t the same. You joined the club because you were passionate about it, but lately the people in there have not been the best and ultimately killing your want and passion for going to club. You had been back and forth about switching clubs, and lo and behold the day you decide to leave your club, an offer to join a new club drops right into your lap. Definitely not one you thought you would ever join, Karasuno Boys Volleyball. The next morning the pretty girl finds you by your shoe locker, “Hey, (Y/N)! Just wanted to see if you’re still coming later today?”

You nod, “Yeah, I just have to go tell my club that I’m leaving and then head over to the gym.”

She gives you a soft smile, “Perfect! See you then!” and little did you know that your interaction with the third year boys volleyball manager was being watched by a couple of second-years.

But leave it up to your crummy luck, that the one day you expect your club to have nothing going on, there is utter chaos. While you’re settling things in your club, the Karasuno and Nekoma practice matches ensue. The whole time Kiyoko is keeping an eye out for you, her eyes fleeting to the gym doors just waiting for you to come through. Unfortunately that doesn't happen until Nekoma has already left and it’s just a few Karasuno members in the gym cleaning up.

“Sorry I’m late!” you rush into the gym, immediately going toward Kiyoko.

“Is everything okay?” Kiyoko says as she also makes her way to you.

“My club had some things come up and it took longer than I expected. I am so sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I’m glad you’re here. Can I introduce you to the team?”

You nod and smile, “Sure.”

“Excuse me everyone,” Kiyoko speaks up and everyone goes silent. Your eyes widen at her power over these boys, she gestures toward you, “This is (Y/L/N) (Y/N), she will be joining us as a new manager.” You heard excited shouts come from all over the gym, some even come closer to you, but Kiyoko stops them from getting too close.

“How about you come back tomorrow and I can give you a better explanation about what to expect.”

“Sounds perfect.” You smile.

You leave school and make your way to the station. As you walk you think about your new club and how excited you are about a fresh new start in a new club with new people. But it’s when you look at the time on your phone that you realize you’re going to miss the train home if you don’t hurry. You immediately start to run the rest of the way to the station, ignoring all of the stares you get. Just as you approach your train home, you hear the message of The doors are now closing. Not wanting to miss the last available transportation home you jump into the train cart, narrowly missing it, and the doors close behind you.

As you get on the train you make eye contact with a guy you’ve never seen before. His black, spiky hair and his golden eyes immediately catch your attention. You look at his uniform and can’t figure out which school he goes to, but you know it’s not Seijoh, Shiratorizawa, or Date Tech. It’s not until you hear the voice over come back on announcing your stop that you and him had been staring at each other the whole time.

A blush comes over your cheeks as you exit the train. And as you exit, the guy is kicking himself for being so awkward and not having the courage to talk to you. There were only a handful of things he could tell about you. One, you went to Karasuno; Two, you were into anime by one of the keychains that adorned your school bag; and three, you were unbelievably beautiful.

You think about the raven haired guy every so often, and you look into schools within Miyagi that have red uniforms, but none that looked like the mysterious cute guy on the train.

It’s not until talk about the summer training camp that you hear about Nekoma again. You don’t think much about it, and help Kiyoko, and Yachi prepare for the camp. As you step off the bus behind Yachi, you hear Daichi talking to someone, and you see it’s the guy you haven’t been able to stop thinking about. He notices you too. He has to pause talking, but quickly recovers and resumes talking to Daichi. He leads the team toward the gym, letting everyone through the door, and you're the last one in line. Just before you can reach the door, he lets it go, allowing it to close.

“The name’s Kuroo Tetsuro by the way.” His face is slightly flushed, but it couldn’t be from the sun considering the two of you were standing in the shade.

“My name’s (Y/L/N) (Y/N).” You reply and try to stop yourself from blushing, but ultimately failing.

“It’s nice to officially meet you.” Giving you his iconic grin that you find yourself already falling in love with.

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[fablesofkitkat]

can u continue the pov where u like tsukishima but he likes someone else

pov: your unrequited love feat. Tsukishima Kei

Alt title: <fablesofkitkat has no title yet for this series>

Genre: fluff

AN: My 2nd haikyuu pov. Hq readers or Y/N’s, start running. Towards me or away from me is your choice.

DISCLAIMER: this series does not strictly follow canon. In this story, Yachi joined the volleyball club the very first week so when Shizimu (the 3rd yr manager) asked Hinata for lists for freshmen who didn’t join a club yet, reader is listed, and got canvassed by Yachi and Shizimu.

Saying, “Is it worth it? Is it worth it? Tell me, is it worth it?”

- Rick Montgomery

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You bounced the ball in frustration after Karasuno lost to Seijou. The third years thought they were going to be at the Spring Tournament but Karasuno lost so they haven’t dropped by the 2nd gymnasium. You, along with your fellow first years and second years, are anxious whether they’d stay in the club. Truth is, you have this fear of getting hit by a ball ever since a dodgeball game back in elementary. You ended up going home with tissues shoved in your nostrils because of a nose bleed.

Ever since joining the club though, you got a bit braver. Maybe it’s the thing cloying at your chest, your pitiful unrequited crush on Tsukishima, or the fact Karasuno failed to participate in the Spring tournament, you thought maybe getting hit by the ball in the face isn’t so bad anymore.

“Oi.”

You bounce the ball harder.

“Mascot.”

Speak of the devil, you catch the ball and cradled it with one arm on your hip as you turn around. “What?”

“School’s over.”

“I know.”

“Why’re you still here?”

“I’m joining the girl’s volleyball club, haven’t you heard?”

“As a mascot?”

You roll your eyes. “As the club advisor.” Your voice dripped in sarcasm.

He gestures for you to toss the ball at him and before you knew it, you and Tsukishima volley the ball to each other back and forth.

“You’re leaving too?”

“I’m not leaving. And don’t say that, our senpais could change their minds. There’s no way they could just leave the club without giving their all. It’s not fair. Nishinoya-senpai has a whole lot more to offer. Kageyama could learn a lot from Suga-senpai’s leadership skills. I won’t let them quit the club, I’ll camp Suga-senpai’s class room and convince them to stay.”

“Why Suga-senpai?”

You make a noise of frustration when your receive made the ball too high up. Tsukishima jumps a little and makes a passable toss at you. “I never realized how much Suga-senpai has influence on the whole club until the match against Seijou. Not to mention, he was cool, I kept looking over him and he was so impressive. I also want to wipe Seijou’s ball captain to the floor. He was so smug, but I guess with his skill, he should be smug about it. Still, Suga-senpai is the best.”

Tsukishima makes a wolf whistle, “The mascot and our captain: a shoujo manga, huh?”

His teasing pissed you off, so you attempted to perform a spike which he easily caught. “I don’t have a crush on Suga-senpai.”

He pushed his glasses up. “So you say.”

“So you say.” You mocked. “You’re so annoying. Why am I even talking to you? I like the moon, alright?”

“The moon?”

You give him a firm nod. “I like the moon.” Kami-sama, was Tsuki dense.

“You’re so weird.”

You shrugged and walk away. “So you say. Kageyama and Hinata’ll be here soon. You should practice with them. They’re frustrated too.”

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“Why did you turn down Hinata and Kageyama’s request?”

Tsukishima pointedly ignored your question as he sipped on his orange juice.

“You know because you turned them down, Yachi offered to tutor them?”

He gives you a stoic stare, sipping still. “And your point is?”

“Because instead of annoying me during class breaks, you could be with Yachi tutoring them.” You push his head away from your desk. “Go away, I need to write some mock quizzes.”

“What, you need help with your grades too?”

“I’m not smart.” You chewed your bottom lip nervously. “So I need to study. I retain memory better when I do it this way. Plus, maybe Kageyama and Hinata are the same. I can give this to them when I’m done.”

His eyes soften at that and then he pats your head. “You’re a good kid, aren’t you?”

Your cheeks turned hot in a second. “Yeah, yeah.”

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‘I like the moon.’

You screamed into your pillow.

Really? Did you really say that? You like the moon? You could do better than that!

You kicked your feet in rapid motions like you do when you swam as a kid. The embarrassment was unbearable.

Could you really be more obvious than that?

‘I like the moon.’

Suki. Like. Suki. Moon. Tsuki. Tsukishima.

‘I like the moon.’

‘I like Tsuki.’

‘I like you, damn four-eyes.’

You wish you could shut your brain off.

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You stare at the poster Yachi did for the club and a wave of envy washed over you, the next you felt guilt and ashamed for feeling that way. Yachi’s cute. Yachi’s talented. Yachi’s nice. A second “Small Giant.” It was a picture of Hinata doing his jump spike. The crows soar toward the nationals once more. Donations received will be used for: away games, training camp, travel expenses, food expenses, and lodging expenses. For information, contact Karasuno High School boys’ volleyball club faculty advisor Takeda.  It was a poster asking for donations. This was a whole lot more useful and impressive than you being a mascot. You suddenly feel like an idiot. This is amazing for the club, right? So how come you feel so much worse?

Tears pooled at the corner of your eyes and your lips trembled. You let out a small hiss to reprimand yourself. No wonder Tsukishima likes her. You don’t think you have it in you to attend club that day.

This is ridiculous, you’re being weird. Be happy for the club.

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AN: Legit winging this. Don’t  have any plans for this but let the writing gods and idea gods to take the wheel and possess me for more parts I guess

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Chapter Fourteen: The Neko-Karasu Reunion

Summary: Shōyō Hinata loves volleyball! There is no doubt that all he really thinks about is volleyball. His sister, however, isn’t the same way. Sakura is ready to start her first year of high school at Karasuno with her twin brother and doesn’t really want to do anything, unlike Shōyō. Though she can’t help it when she gets dragged into the antics of the volleyball club.

Word Count: 6992

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“SHŌ, DO YOU KNOW THEM?” SAKURA ASKED her brother as he gaped at the pair of Nekoma teens. She glanced between him and the excited girl and bored boy across from them. Sakura tilted her head as she observed them closely. The boy, with dyed blonde hair, seemed to want to disappear in his spot, obviously, he’s quite antisocial and doesn’t like having people look at him. No doubt Shōyō’s gaze on him was making him a bit uncomfortable. Though it would make anyone uncomfortable with how intense her brother was staring at him. Sakura then turned her gaze to the taller girl. She looked as though she were bouncing on the balls of her feet as she waved at Shōyō happily. While much taller than the average girl, Sakura could tell that she is probably just as excitable as her brother. Meaning they may as well as have the mentality and energy of a toddler.

“Kenma! Yua-senpai!” Shōyō shouted as he chased after them. He jumped up the steps and came to stand in front of them. 

Yua leaned down to the younger boy with her wide smile,  “Ah, there’s the little guy. Heya, Hinata!”

“Y-y-you’re on the Nekoma team?” He stuttered out in surprise. Though it made sense now, now Kenma had volleyball shoes and both of the teens were wearing what seemed to be red jackets, obviously Nekoma colors.

Kenma nodded his head, “Uh, yeah.”

Yua smiled widely, “yup!”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Shōyō asked.

“You never asked,” Kenma shrugged his shoulders lightly.

Shōyō stared at him, “But you said “later”. You must have known something!”

“The words “Karasuno High School” were on your t-shirt,” Kenma stated only for Shōyō to blanch at that. How hadn’t he realized that?

Before they could continue their conversation, a mohawk-rocking ace had decided to stalk up to them. “Hey, hey, hey!” He loomed over Shōyō, “What business do you have with our setter and manager?”

“Hey…” Kenma said, seeing that Shōyō had jumped in fear.

Yua huffed at his intimidation tactic, “Tora.”

Shōyō started to back away, “I-I’m sorry!”

Though he just ended up running into his own team's attack dog, “What about you?” Tanaka grunted, “What business do you have with our first-year? Eh?”

“What’s it to you?” Yamamoto asked as the two glared at each other, “Eh?”

“You wanna rumble, city boy? Eh?”

Off to the side, Sakura stared at the interaction in disbelief. “Oh no,” she facepalmed with a cringe, “there’s two of them.” Kiyoko just chuckled from beside the younger girl. Sakura certainly didn’t know what she could do now that she’s got another Tanaka to be around. Hopefully, she doesn’t have to see him around all that much.

Yua looked in between the two boys in fascination, “Whoa, it’s like they’re long-lost twins.”

Though as the flames flickered between Tanaka and Yamamoto, the team mothers slid over to take care of them. First, it was Suga who tutted, “We’re going to “fight”. That’s why we’re here to play the match. And stop the “city boy” thing. It’s embarrassing.”

“Erk…!” Tanaka was the first to be reprimanded.

Next up was Yaku, “Yamamoto, you’re always quick to pick a fight. Stop it. It makes you look stupid.”

Yamamoto also flinched, “Erk…!”

The two teens were now sulking, nearly identically to each other as the two third-years spoke with each other. Yaku scratched the back of his head, "I’m sorry about that. He’s an embarrassment.”

“I’m sorry, too.” Suga said, “I’m embarrassed.”

“Ahhh!!” Suddenly, Yamamoto started to scream for no other reason than catching sight of Kiyoko who had started to walk by. He clutched his chest as though he were about to have a heart attack, “Gahh! A lady… manager… beauty…”

“Score!” Shibiyama exclaimed.

Inuoka agreed with a large smile, “A lady manager.”

The two high-fived, “We win yakisoba bread!”

With tears running down his face, Yamamoto rushed off like a drama queen. “I’ll make you regret this!” The beauty that is Kiyoko is just too much for him to handle it seems. After all, even if he was expecting Karasuno to have such a pretty girl as their manager, he wasn’t expecting a Goddess!

“Taketora-san, you can’t escape!” Yaku shouted after him as they all started to head into the gym.

Kageyama then walked up to Shōyō with Sakura trailing up behind him. Her hands were stuffed deeply into her pockets as her usual accessory, her camera, swung around her neck. “How come you know them?” Kageyama asked.

“I met them by coincidence during a town run.” Shōyō explained to them, “Kenma said he’s Nekoma’s setter.”

Flames then started to build up behind Kageyama, as well as in his eyes as he heard that, “Setter…”

“Erk!” Shōyō jumped once again in fear.

Sakura eyed them before grabbing both of their arms, effectively breaking Kageyama out of his intense star, and pulled them into the gym. “Come on, you guys best start warming up.” She is certainly going to have such fun being around yet another group of volleyball idiots.

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Both teams headed into the gym. After the harsh handshake between the captains, and a conversation between coaches, the boys all got dressed and started their stretches. This match between the cats and crows is certainly going to be interesting.

Just as Sakura was heading over to the Karasuno bench to take a set, a shadow loomed over her. Now, while just about everyone could stand over her, this was someone who was exceptionally taller than her. What does beanpole want? She scowled mentally and turned to see what the blond giant wanted. Only to find that it wasn’t Tsukishima. Instead, a pair of curious, sharp green eyes look down at her intensely. It’s that other girl that Shōyō ran into the other day. The stare almost made Sakura feel uncomfortable like this older girl could see right through her.

“Say,” Yua chirped, “you must be another Hinata. His… sister?” When she spotted the other head of orange hair, Yua grew interested. She quickly noticed that this girl was nearly identical to the boy she’s just met. She can’t lie, Yua may have mistaken this other girl for a boy. That was until she turned around and Yua could see that she in fact was not a boy.

“Yes, I’m his twin sister,” Sakura answered coolly. She’s not sure what to think of this girl, she seems nice from the kindness in her eyes and genuine curiosity swimming in them.

Yua jumped excitedly, “Oh, twins! I’ve never met twins before!”

“Okay.” Her short reply and bored tone kind of reminded Yua of Kenma. Does that mean that she’s just as unmotivated as him? Oh, only one way to really find out. Befriending her is the first step!

“You can call me Yua-senpai!” She flashed Sakura a thumbs-up with her dazzling smile, “What should I call you?”

Sakura stared at her as her eyes narrowed slightly, “Hinata…”

“Oh, but what if I confuse you with your brother?” Yua tilted her head, “I mean, you two already look nearly identical, you must get mistaken for each other all the time.” 

Sakura flinched slightly at the remainder and muttered out, “More like I only get mistaken for Shōyō.”

Yua then leaned down to her height so they were eye to eye. The sharp gaze from Yua, that pin Sakura was definitely unnerving. The older girl just tilted her head, “So, come on, what’ll I call you besides Hinata.” Yua loves getting to know people. It’s easy for her to make friends, she makes good friends with even the unlikeliest of people. She just has that aura around her that most people find extremely likable. Her charming smile and kind eyes always give people a sense of security. So Yua certainly loves having a plethora of friends from school and beyond!

Sakura just stared at her blankly and turned away from her, “Hinata-chan.”

“Boo,” Yua blew a raspberry at the younger girl's dismissive answer. Though she didn’t let that deter her as she followed after her. “So your team has two managers? I must say, I’m a bit jealous that you have another girl to hang around.” Yua then placed a hand on her chin, “Maybe I should convince Akane to join the team...” 

“I’m not a manager,” Sakura grunted. Honestly, Sakura was starting to think this girl was pestering her much like a mosquito.

“Oh?” Yua gasped in surprise. She should have suspected that being the case, especially because the girl wasn’t wearing a volleyball jacket or anything. Also, the camera around her neck should have been some sort of giveaway. “Then what are you doing with the team then?”

Sakura raised her camera from around her neck, “I’m a photographer. I just tag along to all of their practices and matches.”

“Whoa! Really!” Yua’s eyes sparkled, “That must be so cool! I should convince coach Nekomata to do the same thing!” Just imagine it, their own personal photographer following them around to take photos!

The orange-haired girl stared at her, somewhat uncomfortable with how Yua was so enthused by this. “...Sure.” Yua seems like a nice person, but Sakura certainly isn’t open to speaking so freely with her. Making friends at her own school is already somewhat of a challenge, trying to do it with teens from other schools is completely off the table at the moment. Sakura is only just starting to open up more, and she would like to make sure that she does it to the right people. She can’t really gauge if Yua is the right person for plenty of reasons. Besides, this is the first time Sakura is meeting her, and probably wouldn’t see her for a long while afterward since they attend different schools.

Across the court, Endo stared at the Nekoma team with gleaming eyes. He really had yet to tear his eyes away from the one person that he had been staring at basically ever since he first laid eyes on him, “Now, would you look at him.”

Suga looked up from tying his shoes, “Huh?”

“The cat captain, what’s his name?” Endo nodded over to said guy who was talking with his team’s setter. The tall boy had certainly caught Endo’s attention since the moment he walked into the gym.

“I’m not sure,” Asahi answered with a frown. He wasn’t really liking the tone that had slathered itself all over Endo’s words.

Daichi’s eyebrows twitched slightly as they all turned to the other captain, “His name’s Kuroo Tetsurou.”

“Oh, Kuroo Tetsurou~.” Endo purred as he eyed the captain up and down. “My, my isn’t he a handsome fellow.”

Suga punched Endo in the shoulder, causing the blond to yelp in pain, “Calm down there, Endo. No need to get hot and bothered before a game.”

“You can’t blame me though!” Endo pouted, “Sure, his bedhead is obviously a bit messy, but it certainly adds to his… appearance.”

“Don’t ogle our opponents, Endo,” Daichi chastised him, “We’ve been over this!”

“What? It’s not my fault some guys are hot!”

Asahi grunted and got up. A blank expression was now on his face as he marched past his friends, “Let’s just get ready.”

The trio of third-years watched him head off in a mixture of confusion and suspicion. Endo tilted his head as he best friend seemed to be bothered by something, “Huh.” He turned to Daichi and Suga who were eyeing Asahi with raised eyebrows. Though there was a small knowing gleam in their eyes as they moved their stare between their ace and drama queen. Endo huffed, “Did Asahi wake up on the wrong side of bed today?”

The two shared a look with each other, realizing that Endo didn’t see it. So not to give Asahi away, the two just shrugged their shoulders, “Maybe.”

Endo hummed, unsure what to really make of it. Though he just brushed it off. Asahi just might be a bit jittery about playing in a match again after so long. That must be why he seemed so bothered just then.

After stretches, both teams huddled up together for their captains to give their pre-game speeches. The Karasuno boys all circled around their captain. “Let me be frank,” Daichi started off, “We’ve all just met. We’re awkward and fragmented. But regardless, we’re facing our first match. We know nothing about Nekoma’s team or the kind of walls we’ll hit. But when we find a wall, that’s our chance to jump over it.” Each of them nodded their heads in agreement.

Sakura leaned over to Kiyoko, “Daichi is pretty good at motivational speeches.” Kiyoko hummed and nodded her head.

“We will now commence the practice game between Nekoma High and Karasuno High!”

All the boys bowed to each other, “Thank you for the game!”

The boys all got into their formations, obviously, it was the lineup that Ukai had come up beforehand. Even now, standing on the sidelines with the other benchwarmers, Endo didn’t care that he wasn’t in the game. If he played, he played, if he didn’t, oh well. It’s not the end of the world for him if he’s not put into the game.

Setting her camera up on the right settings, Sakura got herself ready to take a few photos. After all, since she’s on the bench, she’ll get a far better angle from here since she’s close up. In a real game, she certainly wouldn’t get to sit so close to the action.

So the game started with Kenma making the first serve. On the Nekoma bench, Yua cheered, “nice serve, Ken!”

The ball soared over the net right towards the Karasuno ace. “I’m open!” He called out and retrieved the ball, only for it to veer off course a bit, “I’m sorry, it was too short!”

Nishinoya shouted at him, “It’s your fault for skipping a whole month!”

“I’m sorry!”

Daichi yelled as the ball soared overhead, “Kageyama, cover it!”

“Right!” The setter called before setting the ball for the quick freak. It certainly left Nekoma in a tizzy after seeing something as fast as that.

“That was really fast,” Inouka gasped, “What was that?”

“A fast attack from that far away?” Yaku marveled.

“What was that?” Coach Nekomata grumbled out in disbelief, “He didn’t even look at the toss.” On the Karasuno bench, Takeda and Ukai both smirked viciously. Sakura had half the mind to chop the back of their necks to get those disturbing expressions off their faces. However, she wouldn’t do that to an adult, she’s not willing to get in trouble for it.

Yua gaped like a fish out of water, “how can someone be that quick?”

Kenma walked up to Shōyō with wonder in his eyes, “That’s amazing. I’m surprised.”

So after Nekoma got over their shock for such a surprising quick attack, the next point was played. Though this time, Shōyō was the perfect decoy and led the Nekoma blockers astray giving Asahi the opening to get a point.

Nekomata chuckled on the bench, “You could hardly expect him to retrieve that.”

The next point was played, however, it was Shōyō’s serve. Those never work out, including this one where the ball just hit the net. Shōyō cringed, “I-I’m sorry!”

“Hinata, you dumbass!” Kageyama shouted at him as Nishinoya ran back onto the court after his short conversation with Suga.

“Shake it off, guys!”

Takeda tilted his head, “Nishinoya sure switches a lot.”

“Yes, Sir, the libero specializes in defense,” Suga explained to the teacher, “In our team, the middle blockers, Hinata and Tsukishima, rotate to the rear guard to hit serves, and when one rally is finished, Nishinoya makes the switch.” The club advisor nodded his head at the explanation, glad that he has someone around to explain how to play the game. 

The game continued on as a few more points were won by both teams. Eventually, Karasuno ended up in the lead with 10-7. All the while, Kenma was watching them with his sharp, keen eyes. Eventually, coach Nekomata ended up calling a time-out. They certainly needed to discuss what they were going to do to try and compensate for that freak quick that Karasuno has.

Nekoma gathered around their old coach as Yua handed the boys some water bottles and patted them on the backs for a job well done. “They have a good libero and spiker.” Nekomata started, “the most ridiculous of the lot is their setter. He’s a monster. He speed tosses to the spiker’s optimum striking point. He has enough control to thread a needle.” Yua shivered at that description of the other setter. The skill that that first-year actually has is somewhat terrifying. Watching him play is like seeing some sort of miracle, add in Shōyō and it becomes even more impressive, in Yua’s opinion. “Anyway, you can’t do anything about a genius. But they’re not gonna win this thing just because they happen to have one genius on the team.” They then all looked to their resident genius.

Kenma thought for a moment, “If Shōyō is the heart of their offence… all we need to do is stop Shōyō.”

“Shōyō?” Yamamoto questioned.

Yua perked up, “The orange-haired shorty!”

“That #9 and #10 are, in a matter of speaking… an oni and his iron club.” Nekomata grumbled, “For starters, we steal the oni’s iron club.”

“We can’t let Shōyō move around so much,” Kenma said as he started to strategize, “From what I’ve seen, Shōyō simply dashes to where there are no blockers. So if the blockers move to one side, he’ll move to the opposite side.” He then  turned to one of the first-year middle blockers, “Then all we have to do is chase him.”

Inuoka nodded his head, “Yes!”

“I think anyone would be shocked the first time they saw that attack. But even if we can’t clear the first round of the game, as they keep repeating the same move… we’ll get used to it.”

The game continued on as the time-out ended. This time, Nekoma had somewhat more of a plan to try and deter the quick attack from Karasuno. So the boys started up the play for the next point as those on the Karasuno bench watched the game with a mixture of emotions. “Amazing!” Takeda exclaimed happily, “We’re doing well.”

Though Ukai shivered as they observed the game, “I’m getting the creeps.”

“Huh?” Takeda tilted his head as he and Sakura looked over to the coach.

Ukai eyed the Nekoma team, uncertainty painting his features, “Like we’re being watched and analyzed.”

“This team certainly lives up to their name, the cats.” Sakura idly commented as she snapped a photo of Asahi, “They’re far more observant than Aoba Johsai was.”

Takeda leaned over Ukai to get a look at the teen girl, “What do you think the team should do about that?”

Sakura thought for a moment and just watched the game. She clicked her tongue, “There’s not much they can do. Especially with that setter of theirs.” She eyed Kenma critically. While she can see he’s not exactly the most athletic person, he sure is intelligent. The way that he can seemingly control not only his own team but predict what Karasuno could do was a weapon that the crows can’t really beat. “He’s watching everyone closely, specifically Shōyō. The surprise of the quick attack has worn off a bit. If they’re able to slow him down enough, you’ll lose your greatest decoy.” They’d have to outsmart Kenma if they wanted to keep Shōyō’s quick attack as effective as it was in the beginning. Though she doubted that would happen. Not only is Kenma smart and observant, but Nekoma as a whole has extreme receiving skills. Sakura certainly thought that it was going to be a tough game for Karasuno.

The game continued on for a while longer, as Shōyō had been swapped out for Nishinoya. Kageyama then raised his hand and shouted out, “Right!”

“What?” Shōyō asked skeptically, “Kageyama called for a toss?”

Nishinoya hit it and set it for the first-year, “Kageyama, last!”

Impressively, Kageyama was easily able to hit the ball right past the blockers, which certainly surprised everyone. “Hey, that was a straight-down!” Kageyama pointed right at Shōyō who bristled. “You go straight along the sideline. You need to learn to choose your hits!”

“His high spec-ness seriously pisses me off!” Tanaka gritted his teeth as everyone stared at Kageyama with either irritation of surprise.

Suga nodded his head, “You said it.”

“Tobio-chan is as big of a prodigy as I thought.” Yeah, Endo understood why Oikawa was annoyed with his kohai now. Endo certainly is a bit put off by just how talented Kageyama is.

They watched as Nekoma’s #7 seemed to get even closer to blocking Shōyō’s spikes. At first, it started out as just a fingertip getting to touch the ball and he was slowly getting closer and closer to completely blocking the spikes. Sakura has to admit, it was impressive of him to do that, being just as quick as her brother is quite surprising. Though a bit anxiety-inducing for Karasuno. Not only that but Nekoma had moved their blockers, just as Kenma said, and seemingly trapped Shōyō and minimized his space for spiking.

Not only did she notice that, but she saw how Kenma was able to trick Tsukishima. While she hates having to admit it, Tsukishima is an intelligent player. Not only is he an extremely tall player, but he also is good at strategizing and observing certain aspects of the game. So for Kenma to mislead the glasses-wearing player, was both impressive and worrying. Kenma isn’t really a one-of-a-kind player like this, not really. There are plenty of players who are observant and such while playing. So if Karasuno couldn’t find a way to overcome such a player then they’d certainly have trouble winning any game against players like that.

Back on the Nekoma bench, Yua leaned forward as she watched the game intently. There was a part of her that was itching to actually play in the game. She would love to play against Karasuno, especially Shōyō and Kageyama. They’re monsters, and she certainly wants to see how well she would fare against them. 

“He hates being around others and became so conscious of their eyes that he learned how to scrutinize.” Nekomata commented to Yua and Shibayama. “He has good prediction skills. The type of prediction based on character type and skill sets.” 

Yua nodded her head, “He can see even the smallest of details in people’s movements, it almost looks like he’s psychic!”

Nekomata smiled at the enthusiasm dripping from Yua’s mouth as she spoke of her good friend. His sharp eyes then gleamed in the light, “Although that isn’t what makes our team strong.”

Nekoma's manager agreed completely. Her large yet sharp eyes turned back to the game as she watched her friends have a pretty intense yet fun time against their nemesis. She certainly loves getting to see this team play, especially Kuroo and Kenma. They are her greatest friends after all!

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Yua has known Kenma just about most of her life. Ever since they were in elementary together, Kuroo had forced him to try and make friends with her. While Kuroo was Kenma’s first friend, Yua is his second. Since they were in the same classes, it was easy for Yua to work her way into Kenma’s life. It also didn’t help that Kuroo was more than happy to try and force all three of them to become friends. He may act annoyed by it, but Kenma will mentally admit that he does enjoy his two best friend’s company. 

The brown-haired girl was outgoing and loud, so it was easy for her to make friends as a kid. Just about everyone loved how charismatic and kind she is which drew in plenty of people into her circle of friends. However, Kuroo and Kenma are her closest friends. Even above her cousin, which he would like to argue about, but she wouldn’t tell him that.

Kuroo had eventually gotten his two friends interested in volleyball, even convinced Kenma to join the volleyball club in junior high school. It was a bit of a hassle for the two others to get Kenma to agree to it. He isn’t that into sports and would rather just play his video games. On the other hand, Yua has always been a sporty person. She played a different array of sports, though she didn’t usually stick with one sport for long. One year she was in the tennis club, the next the basketball club, then the soccer club, and eventually the volleyball club. She really couldn’t sit still and wanted to try everything out while in school.

By the time that she and Kenma had gone from junior high to high school, Kuroo had once again gotten Kenma into the volleyball club. Yua had offered to sign up as well to be the team manager but was shot down by Kuroo. For what reason, she wasn’t exactly sure. So that year, she focused on playing for Nekoma’s girl’s volleyball team. 

However, when their first-year came to an end and Yua could see how Kenma wasn’t sure if he would stick with volleyball, she may have gone behind Kuroo’s back and signed up as manager. Sure, Kuroo was a bit annoyed by it, but was eventually fine with it. Besides, it just meant more time getting to hang out with his favorite girl, so why was he complaining.

Being a manager was different than actually being a player on a team, but Yua adjusted easily. She loved getting to know that team and befriending them. They all quickly became good friends thanks to her disarming charm and charismatic personality. She has fun as manager and being around her best friends nearly all the time. Perhaps she’ll stick with being manager next year as well!

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“He doesn’t stand out,” Takeda commented as they watched the game intently. Already seeing that Nekoma was starting to pull a bit of a lead on Karasuno.

Ukai hummed and turned to the teacher beside him, “Hmm?”

Takeda placed a hand on his chin in thought, “It’s obvious to an amateur that our Kageyama gives off sharp vibes. Nekoma’s setter might indeed be doing amazing things but it’s hard to tell by watching him.”

“That’s due to the stability of their receiving.” Ukai said, “The most important part of setting up a wide variety of attacks are receivers that deliver the ball neatly above the head of the setter. Those receivers enable their setter to utilize his best potential. Karasuno’s setter, Kageyama, is holding together his uncoordinated team with overwhelming talent. While Nekoma’s setter, Kozume, is supported by the receiving skills of his entire team.”

Clicking her tongue and joining in on their conversation, Sakura seemingly abandoned her camera to focus solely on the game. “Kenma is also quite muted with his presence,” Sakura commented watching the game closely, more specifically her brown eyes were pinpointed on the setter himself, ���the type of person to be looked over unless you were specifically looking for him. It’s actually quite good, if their opponents are paying attention to the receivers and not him, then Kenma has free reign with his plays.” She hummed in thought. Having little to no presence on the court is a bit of an advantage. If no one is paying attention to you, that gives you plenty of opportunities to gain points for your team or trick the opponent. This is evident from the fact that Kenma and Nekoma have already done that a bit. Add in the fact that Kenma himself is observant and that can be quite a powerful weapon. Kageyama has raw skill and talent, she can’t deny that, but at times he’s too flamboyant with his plays. He has everyone watching him and monitoring his every move. He can’t exactly male sneaky plays like Kenma might because every eye is on him.

“We don’t need a superman for an ace,” Nekomata said, “as long as we earn the points one by one, slowly but surely.” Yua smiled at that and nodded her head. Yes, that is certainly how Nekoma always wins!

 Yamamoto was able to score yet another point for Nekoma, bringing the score to 24-22, match point for the cats. If Karasuno messed up now, they would lose the set! So the next serve was sent over the set to Karasuno. Just, as usual, Kageyama set the ball for Shōyō like they have dozens of times before.

However, Sakura saw it. Nekoma’s #7 had gotten his entire hand in front of the ball. There was nothing that Shōyō could do to avoid the block as he spiked the ball only for it to come hurtling back onto Karasuno’s side. Sakura could see how… startled her brother looked at the revelation that someone was able to catch up to him. For the first time since Shōyō had learned that he has the skill to perform a quick freak, he was learning that it wasn’t some overpowered talent he had. She knew it would happen eventually, but not the second practice match that they played. Still, it’s better to learn that now rather than later, she thought.

So Shōyō stared up at the taller boy on the other side of the net who smiled triumphantly, “I finally caught you!”

And that was the end of the first set with Nekoma as the victor. The teams both crowded around their benches now for a short break. Of course, each team was going to use this as an opportunity to try and come up with a plan to deal with the other. Shōyō seemed to be even more upset about all of this than Sakura would have thought. She could see how downtrodden he really was now that he was up close. While they all crowded around to hear what Ukai might have to say, Sakura rested a hand on her brother’s shoulder. She isn’t usually one for comforting people, but her brother is obviously the exception.

“Hey, we can’t let every little thing get us down,” Kageyama said, trying to lift Shōyō’s spirit a bit, “We’re going to take back the next set!”

Ukai nodded his head, “There is no spike that can’t be stopped. Don’t get distracted.”

“Let’s nail the next one, Hinata!” Tanaka pumped his fist.

Endo ruffled Shōyō’s hair, “It’s not as bad as it can be, little guy.”

“Smash it in!” Nishinoya cheered encouragingly.

Getting the encouragement from his team seemed to lighten his heart as he smiled determinedly, “Yessir!”

The second set started up, with Nekoma getting the first few points. It was slightly frustrating for Karasuno to try and slow them down. However, even if they were able to get the ball onto the cats' side of the net they could easily receive it. Not only that, but Inuoka was becoming consistent with blocking Shōyō. At this point, it seemed like there really wasn’t a way for Shōyō to get around him. Which was a thought on Sakura’s mind… and not just her. 

Ukai huffed slightly as he could feel the stares from two teens. One of them sitting on the bench beside him and the other from one of his players. “Do you two have something to say?” Both Sakura and Tsukishima jumped at being caught and scowled at each other for having the same thought. “Are you wondering why I don’t swap out Hinata-kun?”

“Not really,” Tsukishima grunted.

Sakura mumbled, “No.”

“If this was an official game, I might swap him out,” the blond coach said, “But right now, this is his chance to find the solution. However, if that results in him losing his will to fight, maybe I should take him out of the game once.”

Sakura hummed at his explanation. That really does make sense, she thought. She eyed Ukai as she teased him, “...You almost sound like a coach there.”

“Huh?!”

A few more points were scored and lost by Karasuno. No matter what Shōyō tried to do, Inuoka was there right beside him to block his spikes. It didn’t seem like much else was going to happen. Though Ukai is right, if Shōyō can figure out a way to bypass a blocker now, then it’ll only mean success in the future.

“It’s the spirit-breaking ‘human wall’.” Nekomata commented to his players that were on the bench with him, “The more you hit it, the more your heart breaks.”

Yua nodded her head at the coach’s words. She’s had that feeling before, whenever she played volleyball and she had to go up against players who were taller than her, though that was somewhat rare. The second-year then turned to look back at the court and found a peculiar sight as her sights were set on Shōyō. “Now would you look at that.”

Nekomata, much like everyone else on the court stared at Shōyō in surprise, “He smiled.”

It seems like Shōyō wasn’t upset about that anymore. If anything, Sakura would say that he looks excited about this. She speculates that he might be excited about actually having someone that can keep up with him or something, but she doesn’t really know what is going on in his head.

They started the battle for the next point. Kageyama once again set it to Shōyō to try to get around the blocker again. This time, however, Shōyō kept his eyes open. It was shocking to everyone to see it, even Sakura’s eyes widened. Though it didn’t work since Shōyō completely missed the ball and fell onto the floor on his back.

The bench-warmers were in shock as Suga blinked, “Hinata-kun was looking at the toss.”

“Yea,” Yamaguchi agreed, speechless.

“Until now, he left the ball fully up to Kageyama and just took the swing!”

“Is Hinata-kun…” Endo muttered, “actually trying to evolve their freakish quick!?”

Ukai jumped up from the bench, “T-time out!”

The whistle blew as the teams grouped up again. Shōyō jumped as Kageyama walked up to him, “I-it’s not like I don't trust your tosses…” He placed a hand on his chin, “How can I say it?”

Kageyama stared at the shorter boy in confusion, “What’s with the panic?”

“Kageyama,” Ukai said, drawing the boy’s attention, “I want you to give slightly weaker tosses to Hinata-kun. Rather than the usual direct delivery…”

The boy’s eyes widened slightly, “Indirect delivery.”

Shōyō tilted his head, “Huh? In…”

“Rather than the usual powerful, straight trajectory toss, it needs to float a little.” Their coach explained, “It might be tricky to change it up so suddenly.”

“I’ll do it,” Kageyama 

Endo muttered to Suga with a small amount of annoyance, “Of course he will.” Was it even a question of whether or not Kageyama could change up his playing style so quickly? He’s a prodigy after all!

The whistle then blew as the players all ran back onto the court now that the time-out was over. Takeda turned to Ukai, “Why would you have him change the toss?”

“To give Hinata-kun freedom in midair. A moment ago, he attempted to dodge the blocker in midair.” He explained, “He probably tried to mimic the technique to dodge a blocker. Though he didn’t manage it at all.”

So Shōyō and Kageyama tried their new quick. Though it barely worked, like at all. Most of the time, Shōyō missed the ball. Even if he did hit the ball, it was so weak that Nekoma could easily receive it.

Seeing them not totally working out, Ukai stood up once again, “One more time-out!”

“Hinata-kun,” Tanaka walked up to the younger boy, “you need to calm down.”

Shōyō jumped and nodded his head,“Yessir! I-I’m sorry, I keep making mistakes.”

The shaved-headed boy laughed loudly, “What are you talking about? I always get to hit the ball unmarked thanks to you! I think I’m allowed to totally own a game once in a while!”

Nishinoya placed his hands on his hip, “Although Asahi is scoring more points than you!”

“You shaddap!” Tanaka exclaimed, “Anyway, it’s all good! Right, Asahi!”

“Uh, yeah, he’s right. We’ll make the points back.”

The blond middle blocker then slid up behind Shōyō with a smirk, “If you keep screwing up you could be swapped out.”

Shōyō bristled fear as Tanaka reprimanded the other first-year, “Tsukishima!”

Daichi walked up behind Tsukishima and clapped him on the shoulder, effectively getting Tsukishima to quiet down, “If you’re on the verge of learning something, keep at it. You jump alone, but we’re all here, right behind you.” The rest of the team smiled widely at that, proving that Daichi is right. Daichi then turned to their team's teddy bear and slapped him on the back, “After all, the ace claims he’s going to win back all those points.”

“Daichi, don’t put pressure on Asahi!” Suga laughed, “What will you do if you hurt him?”

Nishinoya nodded his head as he joined in on the teasing, “He’s right! He has a heart of glass!”

“Look at how flustered and worried he looks.” Endo said while poking Asahi’s cheek, “How adorable!”

Tanaka exclaimed, “Please stop ganging up on him!” Though Endo just continued to mess with his best friend until the game was called back into play. Oh, how he loves embarrassing his friend!

Shōyō tried to make his spikes each time it was set for him. Though no matter what he did, it wasn’t that effective. Still, this could be a turning point for Shōyō, and the evolution that he desperately needs.

“Ahh… Again,” Takeda groaned out as they watched the cats get another point because Shōyō weakly hit the ball over, “all he can do is hit returns. What can we do to help him improve?”

Those on the bench turned to the coach hoping that he would have the answer. “It’s only natural that he can’t do plays that he’s never done before.” He said, “But everything you learn, you learn by doing. Remember Karasuno’s Little Giant?”

Takeda nodded his head while Sakura looked away with indifference, “The ace Hinata-kun idolizes?”

“He lived up to his name,” Ukai started as he started to talk about the famed high school player. “He was only 170cm tall. In the beginning, he was constantly blocked. But in the latter half of his second year, he was peerless when it came to battling mid-air. He couldn’t overcome the blockers’ height, so he aimed at spaces in between them. He’d make the ball touch the blockers’ fingertips on purpose and make it ricochet. That’s how he conceived his own style of battle as a short player. I’m just repeating the story my granddad told me.”

Sakura completely understood why her brother idolized the Tiny Giant. He had seemingly overcome a disadvantage that he hadn’t been able to control. Shōyō has always been about wanting to go above and beyond everyone’s expectations, even her own. Though it’s not like she had many expectations for her brother. Still, she’s more than proud of what he’s done so far. Even if Shōyō doesn’t do that well during his games or anything, she will always be proud of her brother as long as he puts in the effort. Which he always puts in more than enough effort.

Takeda dragged Sakura from her thoughts, “Former Coach Ukai?”

“Yeah. I remember everything my granddad told me really well.” Ukai then quoted his grandfather, “Because people don’t have wings… we look for ways to fly.”

“So in short,” Sakura voiced as she tilted her head, “practice makes perfect?”

“Exactly,” Ukai nodded his head since that was the point he was making.

Sakura shrugged her shoulders, “Makes sense, besides it’s not like Shōyō has been able to really grow as a player due to the fact that he hasn’t played many games.” She eyed her brother as Kageyama set him another ball. She’s sure that if Shōyō had an official team during junior high, then he would definitely be a better player now. Though as long as he gets better for the official games then it’s fine. “Still some times, no matter how much you practice you’ll hit a wall at some point.” Even if she has some hope in her brother’s skills, there was a part of her that didn’t want to be too optimistic. The pessimism in her was reminding her that there were still obstacles against her brother, like his height, and that might hinder his progress as a player. You can only get as good as your body would allow after all. Her brother might have plenty of stamina and raw athleticism, but it may run out eventually. At least, in her opinion. There’s no telling what Shōyō might end up doing, he’s full of plenty of surprises.

Back to the game, Shōyō jumped up again to spike the ball. However, this time it was different. Instead of hitting it straight, it curved right around Inuoka’s blocks. It completely avoided him! It was even too much for Yaku to try and cover. For just a moment, it seemed like a large improvement was made for their freak quick. Though the whistle blew and apparently the ball had gone out.

“Shucks, that was out!” Takeda groaned loudly as he pulled at his hair.

Sakura smirked, a swell of pride washing over her, “even if it was, it seems like Shōyō’s solving his problem on his own.”

On the court, everyone was in awe at that. Sure, it had lost Karasuno the point, but it was an improvement for Shōyō that certainly would lead the team to success. “That was awesome…” Inuoka gasped as he turned to the shorter boy in amazement, “That was awesome, Shōyō!”

He then looked up with his eyes filled with determination, “One more!”

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[gayfanservice]

Aoba Johsai + MALE Reader (+Shiratorizawa)

Part 1 here

Uhhhhhhh idk angst or something. Requested by one person, thank you thank you

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You never showed up to practice after what happened with Oikawa and it wasn’t until a week after the incident that Coach Irihata spoke about it. It was just another day for the Aoba Johsai volleyball club when he called everyone. “Now as you guys may know, (L/N) hasn’t been here.” Oikawa could feel Iwazumi glaring at him. After you ran into him, Iwazumi found Oikawa alone in the gym and chewed him out after Oikawa explained through tears what happened. “He quit yesterday and has moved schools, that is all.” Coach left the team, telling them to get back to practice. The captain (who surprisingly didn’t know, considering you were practically best friends) went after him for questioning while saying the same thing.

Oikawa looked at the volleyball in his hands, the guilt eating at him for hitting an underclassmen. “Hey, you gonna serve or are you gonna keep handling balls?” Hanamaki and Matsukawa laughed at their dumb joke. Oikawa didn’t look up from the ball to whine about ‘how mean everyone is to me’ like he usually would, he just stood there before snapping out of it and acting like nothing happened. Hanamaki and Matsukawa stared at him confusingly before looking at Iwazumi, “So… what’s up with him?” Matsukawa spoke, genuinely concerned for their future captain. Iwazumi glanced back at Oikawa who was getting ready to serve before sighing, leaving Matsukawa’s question unanswered.

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The ride the Shiratorizawa Academy was as rowdy as ever, Hanamaki and Matsukawa sharing memes, Kyōtani not being apart of the team at the moment, Oikawa too focused on playing Shiratorizawa, Yahaba catching up on sleep, most of the third years doing third year stuff in the back, and the Coach’s chatting. Your captain couldn’t get any information on how or why you moved, he couldn’t even get what school you moved to. Coach Irihata told the team what he knew and that was that. The bus screeched to a stop as it pulled up the school, opening the doors for the occupants inside. The coaches got of first followed by the players, all talking amongst themselves.

Oikawa looked to the side and saw some students riding horses, he remembers when you talked to Yahaba about how you’ve always wanted to ride one. He remembers when you said you’ve ridden one when you were young. Iwazumi startled him when he started pushing him, “C’mon! We’re being left behind, shittykawa!” Catching up with the rest of the group, Coach Irihata knocked a couple times before opening the door. The sound of volleyballs hitting the gym floor filled Oikawa’s ears. They were practicing 3 on 3s.

“Ushijima!”

Oikawa (along with half the team) looked over to see you setting to Ushijima, hands up in perfect position, feet not leaving the ground. The momentum of tossing the ball made you step back. The ball hit the ground before Coach Washijō noticed the Aoba Johsai volleyball club. “Alright!” He clapped, the Shiratorizawa volleyball club surrounded him. You made eye contact with Oikawa before looking away. You looked so different from when they first walked in, one minute you’re smiling and the next you look so… dead. It was his fault, and he knew it. The Aoba Johsai team warmed up, “Man, I guess we figured out the ‘Disappearance of (L/N)’, huh?” Hanamaki joked, although Matsukawa was the only one to laugh at it.

Oikawa couldn’t believe it, you were here, at Shiratorizawa Academy. On the volleyball team. He has to play you, but maybe - just maybe - one of you wouldn’t. He couldn’t play against you, and you, there was no way you would actually want to play against them, right? You were friends with almost everyone on the team, there was no way you’d want to play them! “Now remember, just because (L/N) is on the other team doesn’t mean you go soft, alright?” Oikawa missed the plans, but he didn’t care as he was walking to bow to other team. After the quick ‘Thanks for playing’, it was time to play. It was the captain, Hanamki, and Matsukawa upfront while him, a third year, and a first year were in the back.

Semi side glanced you, “You sure you want to do this? You could probably get away with saying you’re sick or something.” He whispered to you, he and a couple of the other second years know that you have bad relations with the Seijoh team. After setting a toss to Ushijima, he went to pat your shoulder and you violently flinched from him. You two awkwardly stared at each other before you turned and just walked away. You feel embarrassed every time you think of that moment. He apologized and you had to explain how he didn’t do anything wrong. They don’t know the full story, but they know enough to know you hate the Aoba Johsai team. You sighed.

Walking onto the court you could feel everyone looking at you. They were staring into your soul, it felt like they’re trying to steal it. It made you angry. Your ex-captain looked the most confused, and hurt, that you’re on the Shiratorizawa team, but you ignored them. They aren’t your friends and they aren’t your team. They’re the enemy. Getting into position, it was you, Ushijima, and Tendō in the front with Kawanishi and two third years in the back. The game started and you looked back at the third year serving, you didn’t dare look at your enemy. ‘Keep your eye on the ball. Eye on the ball. Eye one the ball.’ The third year served, Oikawa received it, ‘Damn, unfortunate.’ You thought, a tiny smirk on your face.

The ball came over to your side as Kawanishi received it. “(L/N)!” You heard one of the third years yell. Running under the ball, you got into position, hands near your hips until the perfect moment. When it came you put your hands up to your head, the ball now in your hands. Your arms extended, your wrist kept straight, “Ushijima!” The second year ran up to the ball, spiking it down between the enemy’s arms with his left hand. Shiratorizawa got it’s first point. You made eye contact with Oikawa before looking away, Tendō ran up to you and put an arm around your shoulder. Oikawa saw the way you flinched, it was small, but he saw it, and he knew he was the reason.

“(L/N)! That was a killer set!” You matched his energy, “Well I did learn from the best!” You said as you looked over to Semi for a quick second before looking at Ushijima as he walked over. “Nice toss.” You could tell he meant it. “Ooh, Wakatoshi, blunt as ever!” Tendō still had his arm around you before the coach yelled you all. Oikawa couldn’t believe it. You never looked that happy at Seijoh. You never responded like that at Seijoh. How are you so happy after what he’s done? The guilt was eating away at him.

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Shiratorizawa beat Aoba Johsai. You looked so happy. Happier than you ever did with them. After they relaxed and gathered their stuff, the Aoba Johsai team were on their way. Oikawa looked back at you, you looked at him. You held eye contact, and Oikawa hoped that you knew how sorry he was. Maybe he could make it up to you somehow. All hope was lost when he saw the middle finger you held up to him. He turned and walked out of the gym doors, and that’s when he knew, he fucked up. Big time.

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[mizunetzu]

iwaizumi finding out hes gay and having an extreme gay panic when they get their new manager in aoba johsai and the team teases him to hell and back for it (iwaizumi x male manager!)

Nice to see you again, boke saiikai~~ also look at iwa freak out in this gif AHAHAHA

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Iwaizumi x reader - Iwa-chan, Panic!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns - male, he/him

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Iwaizumi lazily scratched the itch on his stomach, not caring that his shirt was slightly lifted up and people could see his stomach if they looked. Eh, it’s not like people were around anyways.

He was already running late to practice, so he might as well reserve his energy and take a detour to the gym. It’s not like anything important was happening anyways.

“Yo.” Iwaizumi yawned, pushing the door to the gymnasium open. He slipped through, only now realizing that no one answered his greeting. He also noticed everyone was gathered into a loose semi-circle, apparently looking at something Iwaizumi couldn’t quite make out.

“What's...goin’ on guys?” Iwaizumi neared the huddle of Seijoh volleyball players. Matsukawa turned around, seemingly the only one who heard Iwaizumi in the first place. Mattsun nudged his head towards the middle of the circle, the clearing, where someone was standing.

“New manager.”

Iwaizumi’s ears perked up. Oikawa was complaining about ‘having at least one manager before he graduates’ but also ‘one that’s not one of my fangirls, because they wouldn’t take good care of the team.’ As insensitive as it sounded, having a manager drool and follow Oikawa for the majority of practice instead of doing their job does sound pretty frustrating. Iwaizumi scratched his head.

“Don’t tell me Shittykawa finally found a girl who doesn’t fawn over him.”

Matsukawa shook his head.

“Not girl.” He pointed to the boy standing there awkwardly, moving out of the way slightly so Iwaizumi could see. “It’s a boy.”

Iwaizumi’s eyes trailed from his feet, up to his firm-looking torso, and trailing around his nice-looking arms and hands. He couldn’t help himself from checking this dude out. Maybe he was just curious as to why this boy joined as a manager and not a player-

Iwaizumi’s eyes finally met the boy's glass-like (e/c) ones. He realized now that as he stared at this boy's mesmerizing eyes, his own (e/c) eyes began to stare back at him. Stare with his eyes growing wide, a cute doe-like expression on his face. But all he could see was his breathtaking, iridescent eyes.

“Uh, earth-to-(L/n)-chan?” Oikawa, who was standing next to ‘(L/n)’, waved his hand in front of his deer-in-the-headlights-face. He visibly jumped, blinking a bit, and turned his head quickly, pretending he was staring at Oikawa the whole time.

However, it wasn’t the same for Iwaizumi. He continued to stare with his mouth parted slightly, absolutely mesmerized by this guy’s handsome face. It seemed so...holdable. Like he wanted to walk up to him and hold his face in his callused hands and just...stand there. Forever. Squishing his cute face in his hands.

Cute? Cute? No. No. No. Not cute. Iwaizumi Hajime was not finding a man cute. No, not in a million years.

So why was his heart pounding in his ears so much?

His heart wouldn’t calm down. His everything wouldn’t calm down. He couldn’t tear his eyes off the new manager boy in front of him, immersing himself in conversation with a blush to shake off the fact he was totally staring back. He couldn’t help but feel confused. For once, he felt jealous of Oikawa. Not because he wanted to be popular or stalked by fangirls or anything, but because this boy’s full attention would be on him, and not Shitty-Crappy-Stupidkawa.

Matsukawa snapped his fingers in front of Iwaizumi’s face, smirking when he threw his head back in surprise with the reddest face he’s ever seen him with. Iwaizumi blinked, blankly, trying to process what just happened, before somehow exploding into a deeper shade of red.

“Are you sick or something?” Matsukawa placed the back of his hand on Iwaizumi’s forehead jokingly. “Oh. Nevermind.”

“Wh...I-I...huh..?”

“You’re just gay.” Matsukawa wiped his hand on his practice shirt. “Super gay. Super highschool level gay. You were totally checking out Manager-kun there.”

Iwaizumi grabbed Matsukawa by the collar, shaking him around in hopes of shaking the truth out of him.

“I-I’m not!”

“First symptom: denial.”

“Shut up-!”

“E-excuse me…?” Iwaizumi stopped dead in his tracks. Matsukawa was one second away from bursting out into cackles at Iwaizumi’s impossibly pale face. They both slowly craned their necks towards the foreign voice. Iwaizumi suddenly forgot how to breathe.

He, ‘Manager-kun’, seemed more utterly breathtaking up close. He was standing right infront of Iwaizumi, looking directly at him with his attractive (e/c) eyes. He didn’t even realize when Matsukawa wormed out of his grasp.

“(L/n)-san, good afternoon.” Matsukawa bowed slightly. “My name’s Matsukawa Issei, by the way. Thank you again for being our manager. We look forward to working with you.”

“Ah...thank you.”

When Matsukawa looked back at Iwaizumi, expecting him to introduce himself, he caught Iwaizumi staring at him with goo-goo eyes and an equally confused, frozen-stiff expression from Manager-kun himself. They stared at each other, one from awkward silence and the other from pure, unadulterated gayness. Matsukawa rolled his eyes.

“Dude!” Matsukawa jabbed Iwaizumi in the side, making him snap out of his trance with a grunt. “Don’t be rude, introduce yourself to Manager-kun!”

Iwaizumi broke into a cold sweat. He turned back to ‘Manager-kun’, attempting to look as cool as possible.

“Y-yo...the name’s Iwaizumi HaJIMe-” Iwaizumi’s voice did not want to be on his side today. The betrayers that were his vocal cords cracked mid sentence, making Iwaizumi cough horrendously in hopes of covering it up. Mattsun looked like he was going to die holding in his laughter.

“Nice to meet you, Iwaizumi-kun,” Manager-kun grasped his hand in his own, and held it for a moment. “My name’s (L/n) (Y/n).”

He, (Y/n), flashed a small, friendly smile, and Iwaizumi was taken. With the way (Y/n) held his hand so tenderly, he could probably faint. He’d rather die than let go. It was so warm, his hands were so warm. God, he felt so soft inside.

“...Y’know, if you aren't feeling well, I can take you to the nurse’s office-”

“No-! It’s-it’s fine! I’m fine!” Iwaizumi sputtered, and he silently whined when (Y/n) pulled his hand back. He stepped back, and gave a small wave.

“That’s good, Iwaizumi-kun. Well, I just wanted to introduce myself to everyone. See you later, Matsukawa-kun. Iwaizumi-kun.” (Y/n) smiled again, and left to introduce himself to another teammate. Once (Y/n) was out of earshot, Matsukawa erupted into a fit of cackles.

“Pfft-ahahahahaha! Dude! Y-you-! Ahahahaha! You need to chill man! At this point everyone’s gonna know you went all-“ Mattsun mimicked Iwaizumi’s wide-eyed expression, bringing his hands together and pretending he was a moe schoolgirl. “Kyaaah! (L/n)-senpai is soooo handsome!”

“SHUUUUUT UPPPPPP!” Iwaizumi started kicking at Matsukawa’s shins and hitting his back, trying to silence his cackles and hope (Y/n) didn’t hear that. Or see the huge red blush on his cheeks.

Oikawa side-eyed Iwaizumi and Matsukawa from the net pole. His hands were still moving on setting up the net for practice, but his eyes were examining the two fellow third years roughhousing with each other. More specifically, the red that engulfed Iwaizumi’s face. Oikawa turned his attention back to the pole.

——

‘Just do it!’

Those three words played on repeat in Iwaizumi’s mind for the past 2 weeks. And they seemed to get louder when Iwaizumi arrived to practice.

‘Just do it, Hajime!’

‘No!’ Iwaizumi thought back to himself, watching as (Y/n) greeted everyone who came through the club room door. He was standing outside, holding a box with supplies stuffed in it. Iwaizumi dreadfully neared the club room.

‘Do it! Now!’

‘No! Fuck no!’

“Ah! Hello again, Iwaizumi-kun-“

“No!” Iwaizumi blurted out. He was quick to cover his mouth, but the look of confusion that knitted (Y/n’s) face was enough to tell he had heard Iwaizumi loud and clear.

“Uh. I mean. Good mor-uh good afternoon, (L/n). Sorry bout’ that.” Iwaizumi trudged into the club room as nonchalantly as he could. But once the door closed, he slumped down to his knees.

“Something wrong, Iwa-chan?” Oikawa mused, slipping on his blue practice shirt over his head. “You look like shit.”

“Y-you’re one to talk, Shittykawa! Go die!”

“Uuu! How mean! Mean Iwa-chan!”

“Yeah yeah.” Iwaizumi hastily slipped into his practice clothes. Oikawa watched his face closely. It was redder than usual.

“Hey, Iwa-chan?”

Iwaizumi looked up from his knee pads, halting temporarily as he threaded them through his leg. “Mm?”

Oikawa opened his mouth, then glanced to the door where (Y/n) was standing outside of. Not yet. He didn’t have enough evidence yet.

“Never mind.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head cutely.

——

Iwaizumi slumped down on the steps of the gym, heaving like he ran 13 miles. Well, he did. He watched as everyone came trickling back, Oikawa yelling praise as they all collapsed in front of the gym. Training runs across the block were tough. Especially after an exhausting practice match against each other.

“Good job, everyone!” Oikawa clasped his hands together. “Get some water, go rest, do whatever! We’re gonna do some serving and receiving practices, then we can take a break!”

The tuckered-out team choursed out a “Yessir!” before scattering about and doing their own things. Iwaizumi let his head loll back onto the concrete steps he was sitting on, closing his eyes and catching his unsteady breath.

“Iwaizumi-kun!”

Iwaizumi jolted up harshly, a blush adorning his features as his eyes snapped open. (Y/n) looked down at him with a small white towel in his hand and a water bottle in the other.

“I figured you needed some water or something so-I got you some stuff-!” (Y/n) promptly set the things down on Iwaizumi’s lap, though he’s not sure he noticed with the way he was staring at him so...strangely. Huh, that’s been happening for a while now.

Iwaizumi’s dazed look suddenly dissipated, his consciousness coming back to his eyes as he fumbled for the items slipping from his lap.

“Oh! Thank you...dude…! You’re…you’re...cool...f-for that…!”

Iwaizumi shot finger guns at his (Y/n). His crush. Fucking finger guns. He wouldn’t mind if he took his finger guns and shoved it so far up his a-

“It’s no problem!” (Y/n) shot finger guns back, before flexing an arm and patting his bicep. “It’s what a manager is for! Makin’ sure you boys are alright.”

“I’m gonna go fill up some more water bottles...l stopped and filled one up for you first because you looked thirsty…”

(Y/n) ran off. “See you!” He called from a distance, before disappearing from sight. Iwaizumi waved back with a blank expression on his face.

His legs felt like jelly. Not only because he ran 13 miles non-stop, but because of how whipped he became for manager-kun (Y/n) in the span of only a week or two.

Oikawa hummed to himself knowingly, watching Iwaizumi slump back onto the concrete steps with a hand in his heart.

——

“Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan, Iwa-chan!”

“No! No! No!”

“But why?!” Oikawa exasperatedly yelled, dramatically blocking the door leading outside the club room. It was just him, Iwa-chan, Mattsun, and Makki. Makki and Mattsun sat on the floor of the club room like they were expecting Iwaizumi to come in, and from the way they didn’t try to stop Oikawa from blocking the door, they knew the same things he did.

“Let me out shithead!” Iwaizumi clawed at Oikawa’s arms. Oikawa, as twinkish and childish as he seems, was actually stronger than he looked.

Eventually, Iwaizumi stepped back to take a breather. Matsukawa and Hanamaki took that as their chance to secure him, as Hanamaki grabbed Iwaizumi by the torso and wrapped his whole body around him.

He held him as secure as he could while he thrashed around, waiting till Matsukawa hurriedly set up a foldable chair and brought out some rope. Hanamaki dragged Iwaizumi to the chair, ignoring his pleads of “Let me go!” or “Y’all will pay for this-I swear!” As he forcefully sat him down.

He held his hands to the back of the chair as Matsukawa tied him up as quick as he could.

“Oi! What the fuck!” Iwaizumi kicked at Matsukawa as he circled him with the rope.

“It’s for your own good, Iwa-chan.” Oikawa piped up from his spot blocking the door. He didn’t want to move from the door until Iwaizumi was fully immobilized, just in case he tried to run for it.

“Like hell it is-ack!” Matsukawa tightened the rope. “Ease up, will you! God damn!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Matsukawa, in fact, did not ease up. He tied the rope into multiple tight knots, making it virtually impossible to somehow slip out of them. Iwaizumi squirmed around in his restraints as the chair was rotated facing away from the door, and towards Hanamaki and Matsukawa.

Oikawa sighed triumphantly, and backed away from the door. He clasped his hands together.

“So nice of you to finally join our discussion, Iwa-chan.”

“Literally suck my dick then go practice receives on a nearby building and fall to your death.”

Oikawa feigned offense to Iwaizumi’s words. Hanamaki chuckled, while Matsukawa shut Iwaizumi up by tugging at the rope’s end he was holding in his hands.

“Isn’t this illegal? Like-somewhere in the world?”

“It isn’t right now~” Oikawa sung, before becoming laughably serious. “Now! We need some answers!”

“More like you couldn’t contain your curiosity or ask Iwaizumi like a normal person.”

“Makki! You’re supposed to be on my side!” Oikawa blurbed, before coughing and regaining his cool integrator vibe. “Anyways!” Oikawa snapped harshly at Iwaizumi.

“You! Have a! Crush! On Manager-chan!”

Iwaizumi choked on his own spit. He turned away dumbly, with a coy look on his face.

“Dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play dumb! We all see the looks you give him! ‘Fess up, Iwa-chan! You’re absolutely totally whipped for (Y/n)-chan!”

Iwaizumi stiffened. “Since when were you two on a first name basis-!”

“See?! You got mad when I called (L/n)-kun by his first name!”

“That doesn’t mean anything!” Iwaizumi barked. He was starting to sweat now. Were these restraints always so stuffy? “I was just wondering why you called him that!”

Oikawa stuck his tongue out. “Just say you like him we’ll let you go~!”

“Never! No way in hell!”

Oikawa gasped. He pointed dramatically at Iwaizumi. “So you do admit it! You’re totally in love with Manager-kun but you don’t wanna say it!”

“Wh-?!” Iwaizumi sputtered. He kicked around in his restraints, making Matsukawa tug at the rope again. He was thrashing around so much he didn’t hear the door open. “When did I-“

“When did I ever say I had a big ass fuckin’ crush on (L/n) that it made me question my whole sexuality?! But that I couldn’t care less since he’s so...so nice and cute and-fuck!”

Matsukawa and Hanamaki paled. They seemed to be looking at something behind Iwaizumi. Oikawa was still listening intently to Iwaizumi’s confession, not noticing whatever it was those two were staring at.

“Fuck! Fuck! I wanna grab his stupid face and kiss him all over! Fuck! Why is (Y/n) so cute! I wanna call him by his first name too! I wanna hug him and do things boyfriends do too! Fuck! I’m so-“

Oikawa’s eye eventually trailed up from Iwaizumi. He locked eyes with whatever was there, then immediately copied the same panicked ‘we’re dead’ look Hanamaki and Matsukawa had. He looked back at Iwaizumi with a sweaty, pale face.

“H-hey, Iwa-chan, that’s enough-you proved your point-“

“-I’M SO FUCKING GAY FOR (Y/N) IT HURTS!”

The three boys flinched, looking behind Iwaizumi with the same look you’d give when you got caught doing something bad. Iwaizumi was breathing heavily, slouched on his chair after his whole explosion of a confession. He looked at the three third years, who weren’t even looking back at him.

“...what? This is what you guys wanted right? To admit that I like (L/n-“

“I-Iwaizumi, you might wanna shut up…” Hanamaki said, his voice trembly. Matsukawa and Oikawa nodded.

“No! Why are y’all acting so weird! You guys were all up my ass about it, and now you’re telling me to shut up?!”

Matsukawa silently spun his chair around slowly, towards the door so he could see what they were all staring at.

“Honestly, if y’all weren’t expecting me to actually…confess…t-to…yooouuu…”

Iwaizumi’s voice progressively died down as he locked eyes with (Y/n), standing by the door with the reddest shocked face he’d ever seen. It was Iwaizumi’s turn to go pale.

“Uh...I-I heard...screaming...f-from the club room and...and I wanted to see if you guys were ok...um.” (Y/n) awkwardly swung his hands around, before letting them rest behind his back. “So…”

“Do you...really wanna ‘kiss me all over’ and do boyfriend-y stuff together…? With me…?”

Iwaizumi said nothing. He started squirming madly in his binds, trying to look anywhere else but (Y/n).

“Let me out let me out let me out let me out-!“

Iwaizumi only wriggled and kicked harder when (Y/n) started approaching him.

“LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETME-uu-?”

(Y/n) balled up his fists, resting them rigidly on Iwaizumi’s lap as he clumsily pressed a kiss to his lips. His eyes were clamped shut, unlike Iwaizumi’s, who were wide open. He felt (Y/n) push closer, to which he let his body give in and relax, closing his eyes and tilting his head to deepen the kiss.

Matsukawa wolf-whistled, while Hanamaki yelled things like ‘Get it, Iwaizumi!’. Oikawa smiled triumphantly once more, clapping quietly. “Bravo! Yay Iwa-chan!”

Iwaizumi’s eyes were half-lidded as began to pull away. He let out a shaky sigh, watching Iwaizumi take breathless breaths in. Oikawa was still clapping in the background.

“Yay! Yaaaay Iwa-chan! Iwa-chan is happy and I fulfilled my promise! (L/n) will be Manager-kun for forever!”

Iwaizumi snapped out of his dazed trance to glare at Oikawa in confusion. “Huh?”

“Ara?” Oikawa tilted his head. (Y/n) caught on, and started violently shaking his head ‘no’, as well as flailing his arms around trying to shut him up.

“You don’t know why (L/n)-kun decided to join the club?”

Iwaizumi shook his head. (Y/n) whimpered slightly and covered his face in his hands.

“I told (L/n)-kun that if he became our manager, I’d find a way to get you to fall in looove with him. But it looks like I didn’t need to do anything~”

Oikawa chuckled. “He really only joined for you, y’know. When I went up to talk to him about being a manager, his eyes lit up and he said, and I quote: ‘I’ll do it if you set me up with your friend Iwaizumi-kun and get him to fall for me-! Kyaaa! Iwaizumi-kun is so tall dark and handsom-ow!”

Oikawa was abruptly cut off when Iwaizumi kicked him in the leg, as it was the only thing he could reach while he was still tied up. Iwaizumi turned to the side with a blushy pout.

“Y-you’re embarrassing him, idiot.”

“Aww look. He’s enjoying this.” Matsukawa snickered. Hanamaki chuckled as quietly as he could, both trying not to get kicked in the leg like Oikawa did. (Y/n) sank to the floor, defeated.

“Why did you tell Iwaizumi-kun...that’s so embarrassing…” (Y/n) groaned from the ground. He was still covering his face, so he didn’t notice when Matsukawa started untying Iwaizumi, or when Iwaizumi squatted down and placed his hand on top of (Y/n’s) head.

(Y/n) made a noise of surprise as Iwaizumi patted his head with a blushy scowl.

“S’ only fair that I know… I was pretty embarrassed too when you heard all those things I said about you... Eye for an eye and shit…”

(Y/n) said nothing as Iwaizumi continued to pat his head. They said nothing for a while, before Matsukawa silently whispered to Oikawa.

“Wait, if you knew that (L/n)-kun liked Iwaizumi, why did you look so scared when he walked in? You knew they liked each other.”

“Ah.” Oikawa rubbed the back of his head, watching as Iwaizumi and (Y/n) shyly exchanged phone numbers.

“I was scared that Iwa-chan was going to murder me.”

——————

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Hi there. Another Muslimah here.

Hope you don't mind me sending you an ask. I read your fic about the BNHA boys with a muslim s/o. It was really good. I loved it so much. (There aren't many fics like this, which is a shame cause we like fanfics too. So this was very refreshing. Thank you.💚😉)

Could you do one for the Haikyuu boys, specifically Tsukishima, Kuroo, Sugawara, and Bokuto. But only if you want to, of course.

Hope you have a great and productive day.

Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo Tetsurou, Sugawara Koushi, and Bokuto Koutarou x Hijabi!reader

In which reader is a hijabi Muslim.

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Notes: You're welcome to send asks anytime <3 I may be slow at getting through them but I will make sure to get them out! Thank you for being so sweet anon <3 I hope you enjoy this one! ^^ I’m sorry if it seems bland as I was slowly losing ideas.

Tsukishima Kei

His eyes would constantly drift to you during class hours, lips twitching into a smile as he would watch you struggle with the assignment sheet given during history class.

Would take that as a leeway to make conversation and help you out.

"Tsk, can't even do a simple history assignment?"

Just sits down next to you and points out what you did wrong while helping you out.

Flinches his hand away and mutters a sorry if your hands accidentally graze each others.

He knows how strict the dating rules were and he admired it, thinking it was a safe way to keep them away from harm and heartbreak.

Becomes your unofficial tutor just to spend more time with you.

Has the urge to flick your forehead most times when you purposely tease him.

Is worried when he sees you zoning out in the middle of class during Ramadan, you have to convince him you're fine and that you're getting your studying done despite the odd sleep schedule you've created.

He'll give you a small box of his favourite treat, strawberry short cake, randomly throughout Ramadan because he knows you crave more sweets during the days you fast than regular days.

He calls you a masochist when he finds you watching cooking/baking videos while fasting.

Will stop by your house to drop off pastries during Eid for you and your family because he wants to peak at you all dressed up as he's only seen you in your school uniform or in casual but modest fashion.

He feels a sense of security, enjoying the aspect of getting to know someone with no sense of rush.

Kuroo Tetsurou

He's such an awkward nerd please.

Wants to approach you but fears he might accidentally offend you due to his provocative nature, hence resorts to staring at you from across the room.

Would research more about your religion and would use that as a way to start small talk;

“Hey, uh, I was wondering how do you manage to pray Zuhr when you’re in school? Isn’t it bad that you have to miss it?”

“Oh uh, I usually run home as soon as I can or pray in my club room if there are meetings, my club members are very understanding.”

“Oh... I see.”

“That’s pretty cool of you to be concerned, Kuroo-san.”

Cue him asking you random but wholesome questions with genuine curiosity.

“Did you know men who oppress women are considered to not follow Islam? I find that really nice that women are equal to men in your religion!”

You smile at him and his interest in your religion.

Study sessions in the library because you both wanted to spend time with each other but he knows it is wrong for a male to be alone in the same room as the opposite gender so you both opted for the library where there are lots of people.

Gasps and immediately looks away when you unravel the scarf around your head to fix;

“Y/n! You can’t do that!!”

“I’m wearing an underscarf calm down.”

You rolled your eyes at the dramatic male but smiled at his respectful nature.

Ramadan? Catch him ruining his sleep schedule just to have movie nights with you through the phone and Netflix Party.

Kenma teases him about it because Kuroo used to yell at him about his own staying up late gaming obsession.

Likes it when you wear a cap on top of your hijab, he thinks it looks cool on you.

He’ll convince you to skip school during Eid if it falls on a school day, telling you that it’s important that you spend at least the first day of it with your family. 

Overall, he’s the type to keep up with the Islamic calendar and learn new facts daily as he asks you to explain each and everything about your religion and lifestyle.

Sugawara Koushi

See’s you for the first time with Kiyoko when he went to excuse her from class for managerial duties.

Smitten from first sight.

Begs Kiyoko to let you be her assistant manager.

He keeps a distance from you during your first introduction and conversation because he didn’t know what you were comfortable with.

He was in awe to find out there were sports hijab when he saw you sporting one to play a short game with an over-enthusiastic Hinata.

“Here, stay hydrated.”

Hands you a bottle of water along with a towel, a newfound respect for playing in hot weather conditions fully covered. 

Due to the chaotic nature of the first and second years, Sugawara would run to cover your eyes with his jacket or hover his hands in front of your face whenever Tanaka would rip off his shirt to swing around whenever he spiked.

Sugawara had to stop himself multiple times from clapping his hand onto your shoulder, resulting in him just smacking either Asahi or Daichi when they mention him almost touching you.

Outings between you two is always monitored by the third years, Asahi smiling proudly at his friend Suga while Daichi and Kiyoko would sneakily take candid pictures of you both.

“What’s one verse you hold dear to your heart?”

You look at him from the warm mug of drink you are holding, tilting your head as you look at him in confusion. Sugawara felt the tips of his ears go red at the cute expression you held, and explains his question.

“Ah,” you thought long and hard before giving him an answer, “ ‘Allah does not burden a soul beyond that it can bear...’ I find that part of the verse very reassuring in times when I feel like I’m overwhelmed.”

Sugawara held onto every word, finding the beauty behind those words, he felt at peace. “I’ll keep that in mind.” He smiles.

It felt like he was more excited than you for Ramadan.

He would read out loud the Japanese translation of the Quran after you read out the Arabic words in a beautiful and soothing voice. He wanted to understand and learn.

He was hooked onto the peaceful energy the month brought despite life going on normally.

This man would wear a formal Kimono when your family invites his over for Eid, he wanted to make the best impression despite already meeting them in passing.

Suga had a sense of security and comfort around him and you felt lucky to have met someone such as him.

Bokuto Koutarou 

Oh God.

Akaashi had a field day trying to stop him from initiating any and every kind of physical affection when he first introduced you to him.

Bokuto is a man who expresses himself with affection, so he was lucky for Akaashi to explain to him why he shouldn’t initiate any physical affection without asking for what you considered crossing a boundary.

He knows he can’t drag you to the gym to watch him play volleyball by hand, so he asks you to hold onto the end of a pen, which you took, confused as to what the male exactly wants before realizing he was holding the other end and using that to drag you to where the gym was.

It was oddly endearing.

“Did you see my spike, Y/n?! Didya see?!”

“Yes, Bokuto. It was really cool!”

Cue a chest puffed up Bokuto who grinned with pride.

Invites you to eat lunch with him and Akaashi on the roof.

Having to refuse his food because you weren’t sure if there was pork in it or not.

This made Bokuto stop bringing in food that contained pork, not knowing even aside from that, he had to have the halal form of chicken or beef.

Akaashi had to explain everything to him when he asked him once.

Tried to go vegetarian one day, failed the minute he took a bite out of his food.

Feels bad when he eats on days you are fasting, so he tries finishing the meal before you come up to their usual meeting spot, resulting in him giving himself a stomach ache.

Brings you tuna filled onigiri to take home so you can eat it as a snack during the night after breaking your fast.

Sends you spam messages minutes before having to break your fast;

‘Are you excited to eat?!?!?!’

‘What are you having today?!?’

‘If you want to get any snacks later let me know! :D’

‘ONE MINUTE LEFT!!’

He’s so wholesome please.

Wants to skip school with you for Eid, but pouts when you tell him you’ll be spending it with family.

Asks you to send an OOTD pic so he could be your hype-man.

Bokuto is always willing to understand more about you and your religion, making sure to note things in his head for future references.

#haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fluff #haikyuu scenarios #sugawara scenario #sugawara koshi imagine #bokuto x reader #bokuto imagines #sugawara x reader #bokuto fluff #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima fluff #kuroo imagine #kuroo fluff #kuroo x reader #haikyuu headcanons

[sugamamacustard]

Feral Animal

Pairing:  Alpha! Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Request:  Hi! I love your abo blog! I was wondering if you could write about Alpha!Kyotani with an Omega!Reader, where their first encounter catches everyone by surprise? Like, Reader has a traditionally alpha scent (like burning/smokey wood) and can usually get away with being mistaken as an alpha at first glance? It’s fine if you’re asks are full or you don’t want to do this but thanks for your time 😊 —Sno

Summary:  You just wanted to get the boys to practice on time. You weren’t prepared to deal with this.  Good thing you had a gaurdian angel- or should we say, dog. 

Author’s Note: I love Kyoutani so much. Like he’s in my top three people I simp for. 

Requests: Open!

Kentarou Kyoutani

➵ No one gathered in your way when walked down the hall. You smelt strong enough to put them on edge. 

➵ Peoples hackles were constantly raised when you were around, and truthfully, you didn’t know why. 

➵ You were still you. You were still an omega. 

➵ You still ached to reach out for touch, to scent someone, to just have the smallest bit of attention from anyone that wasn’t Iwaizumi.

➵  You and he had met when you were young, and he took to being your personal guardian—since he was a year older than you.

➵  You were thankful for him and his friendship, but that was all it would ever be. You both tried dating in your first year of middle school (Dating being a loose term), but it was obvious you were better off as friends. 

➵ You both still hung out constantly though, and eventually he grew to be an older brother to you.

➵  When you got to high school though, you quickly realized that with Iwaizumi came Oikawa. You had known him just as you had known Iwaizumi, but the other male seemed to keep his distance from you.

➵ It didn’t take a genius to figure out why he was keeping his distance with you. When you and Iwaizumi explained to him there was nothing between the two of you, nor would there ever be, he calmed down. 

➵ The fellow omega (Oikawa is an omega ass bottom change my mind. Unless it comes to requests. Then he’s an alpha for you :D) grew to be close with you as well and if one or the other was being idiotic you stepped in as the shoulder to cry on. 

➵ You were happy for them, truly, but you knew sooner or later you were going to be out of the picture.

➵  They were third years, and you were a second year. They had a relationship that ran deeper than any thing you could offer them.

➵ And that was okay.

➵ Facing the obvious, it’s clear that, because your best friends are those two dorks, you’re into volleyball. Or in the very least, know of it and how to play. Because of this, you’re elected manager.

➵  No more choice. 

➵ You don’t fawn over Oikawa constantly, you can handle Iwaizumi’s outbursts, you were calm with the first years, and you don’t put up with any fan girl’s bullshit. 

➵ You didn’t get the chance to refuse honestly.

➵ “I’m sorry, but unfortunately, Oikawa-Senpai is busy at the moment- “

➵ “Please, just- Let me see him! I won’t be long!” The Alpha pleaded, trying to appease to your sense of empathy. Unfortunately for her, that was dried up before the second girl even looked at you to ask the very same thing. 

➵ You were tired of girls, obviously not getting the hint, trying to confess their undying love to Oikawa every other day. How did they not see he was an Omega? 

➵ Yeah, he had suppressants out the wahzoo but, good golly, his mannerisms were all Omega.  

➵ Apparently this alpha though her and Oikawa would be the ultimate power couple.

➵ “Like I said before, he is busy. Any time you take up is time wasted.” You snorted, turning tail and shutting the gym door, ignoring the screech of anger behind it. You were used to it.

➵  Most times you locked them out, they’d throw a bitch-fit, turn and bad-mouth you to their friends for a few days. 

➵ They’d tease you for your scent—which was a, frankly lovely, pinewood and amber scent—and poke fun at you, saying how ‘you’ll never get an alpha smelling stronger than them” with a sneer. You’ve learned to ignore those types of girls.

➵ What you didn’t expect however, was for her to scream some more, banging on the metal door.

➵  It was ripped open in your moment of shock, making you turn on your heel to face her. 

➵ Her hair, though still relatively upkept, was frizzy with fly-a way’s running out occasionally, but her eyes were what scared you. 

➵ They were constricted to ball point bulbs that were locked onto you, fangs poking out as she snarled at you.

➵ Of course. Because why wouldn’t a feral Alpha be part of your day today?

➵ You growled yourself, trying to reign in your scent but it was getting harder and harder as she stalked closer.

➵ No one else was in the gym, as they were changing in the club room, but you figured you could handle her.

➵ You hoped at least.

➵ She tried pouncing on you, your arms quickly crossing in front of your face to shield yourself, but instead of an angry alpha trying to claw your eyes out, you merely got a gust of wind.

➵   Peeking open an eye—you couldn’t recall closing them, but whatever—you frowned at the face staring back at you.

➵  You hadn’t talked to him, personally, but you knew who he was. Kentarou Kyoutani. 

➵ He was incredibly strong, a worthy advisory, and worst of all…

➵ A ticking time-bomb of an alpha.

➵ He had the resting bitch face to end all resting bitch faces, and the attitude to go with it. He had only said one word to you ever and it was ‘move’. His voice was gruff and angry when he said it, but his eyes softened when you looked up at him. 

➵ He waited patiently for you to gather your things before moving. That was the first, and what you thought, last time you’d ever see the alpha. He entranced you though, so you wouldn’t ever necessarily be opposed to seeing him again. 

➵ Just maybe not in this circumstance.

➵ Kyoutani held the alpha by the collar of her shirt, his lips poked up in a snarl with his canines gleaming dangerously in the sunlight

➵ . Contrary to popular belief, he’d only ever gone feral once in his life. His stepfather, an awful, awful, excuse for an alpha had raised a hand to his Mama.

➵  He refused to let anyone ever raise a hand to omega that day and stuck to his grits with it.

➵  Many people often feared him because of his careful eye and quick reflexes. 

➵ They claimed he was close to going feral because they never cared to admit they were planning on hurting someone. He didn’t care.

➵ At least he didn’t. When he saw you simply turn and close the gym door, he felt his heart skip a beat. 

➵ Maybe it was just the fact that you didn’t relent, or maybe it was the fact that you didn’t care or bend or submiss in the absolute slightest, or maybe it was the waft of the most calming scent he’s ever smelt before.

➵  He knew the other alpha’s scent, as she had practically reeked all over him while asking him for things Oikawa liked before he snapped on her, so this was all you. And he…liked it. 

➵ He hated scents that were too sweet or too ‘exciting’ in a way, but this? This was calming and euphoric all in one and he wanted to straight up bathe in it.  It smelt that good.

➵ He watched the alpha screech, stomping her foot—he could guess she was the very definition of daddy’s girl with her reaction to being told ‘no’—and before he could growl at her to leave, she was forcing open the door and snarling. 

➵ So, he dropped his bag and ran to make sure you were okay. His alpha pawing at him to hurry up. 

➵ He had felt the very same as they day he ran his stepfather out of his life, but this time…This time, he would be sure not to go feral. That would scare you and he couldn’t, wouldn’t risk that.

➵ When he got there, the alpha lunged and he had barely enough time to grab her. You looked shocked to see him, or maybe it was residue from when she broke into the gym, but you didn’t say anything.

➵  He took that as a good sign, turning tail and dragging her to where he dropped his bag. He grabbed it quickly, instead dropping her and rushing back to the gym.

➵  You closed the door behind him, Iwaizumi and Matsukawa quickly locking it. In the time, between Kyoutani dragging out the feral alpha you had the chance to text Iwaizumi, sending choppy and shaky, but succinct, messages to let him know what was going on.

➵  The rest of the team were on their way anyway, so they merely hurried their steps. When they turned to lock the door, you stopped them, crying for them to just wait for a minute.

➵ Kyoutani had run in seconds after your plea and the door was quickly shut. 

➵ Scents were going insane in the gym, but his was most discernible to you. He smelt scared.

➵  Before anyone had a chance to mention it though, he was turning to you and reaching for your face.

➵ you flinched but that didn’t stop him. His fingers were gentle, more so than you could expect from him, and he was so soft while turning your face to observe the damage. Iwaizumi tried to get close, but he was growled at as you were held to Kyoutani’s chest. 

➵  The team could only watch, flabbergasted, as you were hugged and scented by their mad dog. Even more so when you began laughing and purring, placing your hands around his neck.

➵  You whispered something (They were ‘Thank you’ and appreciation whispers) into his ear, making his shoulders visibly relax. No one could really understand what had happened, but they weren’t sure if they wanted to question it just yet.

➵ Well, most of team didn’t at least.

➵ “Aw, Mad dog-Chan! How do you know our little Chibi-chan?” Oikawa laughed, leaning off Iwaizumi as he spun a volleyball on his pointer finger.  

➵ Kyoutani grunted, abruptly pulling away, only to growl and pull you back when his alpha snarled. “Don’t.”

➵ “Wait- wait, wait. Hold on.” Hanamaki snorted, holding his hands up. “So you, Mad dog, most vicious alpha this side of the equator, just decided fuck it, and chose to not only save an omega you’ve never met, but then hog her? I don’t know, Mattsun, seems kind of sus to me.”

➵ “Very sus.” Matsukawa agreed, snickering. He yelped however, when Kyoutani turned to snarl at him, only for you to hold him back. Matsukawa had never felt more scared for his life in that very moment, and he owed you a whole ass chapel.

➵ It stayed like that for the rest of the practice, with you calming Kyoutani down ever time he needed a ‘time out’ and over time he got much better at controlling his anger.

➵ No one was surprised when you walked in two weeks later, a small, thin leather choker clipped on around your neck with a hand-made moon charm hanging from it.

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu #alpha/beta/omega #alpha/beta/omega AU #alpha/beta/omega verse #A/B/O verse #a/b/o haikyuu #haikyuu omegaverse #custard writes #kyoutani x reader #kentarou x reader #alpha Kyoutani x reader #Alpha Kyoutani x omega reader #Alpha Kentarou Kyoutani x Omega Reader #kentarou Kyoutani x omega reader #kyoutani x you #maddog x reader #i'm so tired #but i loved this so much

[b0ba-chan]

Girls in Skirts

summary: suna was just quiet and a little weird pt. 2 pt. 3

pairing: Suna Rintarou x fem!Reader

word count: 1400

warnings: creepy!suna, panty stealing/sniffing, nonconsensual up skirt pics, male masterbation, dark, breeding kink

a/n: i’d like to thank @miyangel​ for opening my brain to creepy suna, if this is not your thing do not read it, i put warnings for a reason, send hate and i’ll just ignore it

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“Who’s at the door?” you come downstairs to see your mother in the kitchen, preparing tea. “Ah, it’s my coworker, can you get the door? Also, can you make friends try and make friends with her son? He’s kinda quiet and shy.” 

Of course you agree, you weren’t going to be rude to guests. You run to the door and open it for the two standing behind it. Your eyes first meet a lady, about the same age at your mother and then looking up to see a taller, lankier figure behind her. He was tall and had beautiful, fox-like eyes that never left his game console. You’d be lying if he wasn’t handsome, definitely your type which made you blush, because you know your mom was setting this all up.

“Hello, welcome! I’m (Y/N), please come in,” as you move out of the way for them to enter, you couldn’t help to notice the slight blush on his face when he glanced at you. His mother is cooing at you at how beautiful you are and how much you look like your mother, to which you accept the compliment as you walk them to the living room where your mother sets up tea.

The two older women greet each other and they brush both you and the boy away to hang out. You blush a little and smile up at him. “Shall we go to my room, then?”

Suna couldn’t help feeling a little nervous. Being in a room alone with a girl, a pretty one especially? He tries to shake off his nerves, pausing the game to follow you to your room. You continue to ask him basic questions like his name and what school he goes to. Supposedly he goes to Inarizaki as a third year, same year as you but you’re in the neighboring school. 

When you two get to the bedroom, you can’t help to feel a little embarrassed around him. He’s just so tall and gives off such a bored vibe, that you feel like you’re bothering him, but maybe he was just shy. Suna is just leaning on the wall, eyes still on the psp - every once in a while he glances up back at you when you aren’t looking. He takes in your thighs and how the skirt flatters your shape, do you have anything underneath? He feels the crotch of his pants strain slightly, so he slides down the wall to sit on the ground.

“Do you want to sit on the bed, Rintarou-kun?” you tilt your head, looking at him on the ground. Wasn’t he uncomfortable sitting there? Your thoughts were shut down when he gave you a curt no and continued to play on his game. Brushing off your anxiety, you go to sit next him to look over at what he was playing. His body tensed up as your scent wafted over him, glancing down at you and your curious eyes boring at the screen.

“What are you playing? Is it fun?” Pestering him with questions to get him to talk, but he barely budges as he only gives you ever more shorter answers than the last. It wasn’t that he was annoyed that you were asking him questions, he’s just trying to hide his fluster since you’re just so close to him. Are you always this touchy with strangers? God you smell so good, it’s already hard enough to be in your room. What would happen if he just pushed your head down to his crotch?

His thoughts were cut off when you got off of the floor, leaving him confused to why you’re getting up. You just didn’t want to bother him anymore, so you go to your bed, rolling on your stomach to scroll through your phone. The silence was comfortable to you, the only noise happens to be from your phone and Suna’s console. But to Suna, the silence was deafening, as he had a clear view of the small silk fabric that barrel covered your ass. Not wanting you to catch him looking, he keeps his console on so you think he’s still busy with his game. 

He takes out his phone, making sure his shutter is off, and continues to take pictures of your cute little panties. Suna’s mind wandered to the thought of you under him with only those pairs on, presenting your beautiful body for only him. What would you do if he climbed on top of the bed, pinning you down as he had his way with you. Would you push him off or would you let him continue? There was no doubt you were attracted to him, he saw you blush earlier so you must’ve thought of him being attractive in some way. Would you flip your skirt up and present your cute cunt for him to breed you, taking him load after load, no matter how sensitive you get. You’d have to keep quiet though, wouldn’t want to alarm your mothers, would you? Suna knows his strength, being in the volleyball club for all three years of high school as well as his height giving him an advantage to dominate you. You would be so cute telling him to stop and slow down on your poor, cum-filled cunt, but you’d take it like a good girl. He could tell that you’re a people pleaser just by looking at you.

Before he could keep imagining, you shifting around startled him. His pants strain around his crotch even tighter and his cheeks tinted in a slight pink. 

“Restroom? Where is it?” Suna asks, shocking you out of your trance on your phone. You turn back to look back at him, smiling at him. “Down the hall, on the right, next to my room.”

He excuses himself, stuffing his phone and psp into his pockets as he makes his way to the bathroom. Shutting the door, he sighs at the relief of privacy and looks around the bathroom. This must be your bathroom. Your skin care products were strayed on the sink counter, shower and tub had floral shampoo which he assumed was the reason why you smelled so good. Besides the tub, against the wall was your hamper full of your worn clothes. He goes to open it and his eyes shine at the sight of a few used panties scattered around. He grabs a few and stuffs them in his pocket, keeping hold of the pink lacey ones and takes a hesitant sniff. If his cock could get any harder, it just did. Suna pulls his pants down to jerk off over the toilet as he sniffs your cute little lace. 

He thinks back to what he would’ve done to you earlier in the bedroom, thinking about you calling out his name so he could fill you up. You’d be such a good girl for him, let him use your cunt to breed and fill you up. His orgasm built up so fast at the thought of you, almost falling off the edge and muffling his moans into your panties.

“Rintarou-kun?” You call for his name right when streaks of white cum shoot into the toilet. He grunts and hides the moan, panting softling. “Y-yeah, I’ll be out soon.”

After cleaning up and making sure the panties are stuffed safely in his pocket, he opens the door to see your sweet, smiling face staring back at him. You definitely notice the blush, but you assume he was just shy around you. “Your mother was calling for you to go, do you want to exchange numbers or something?” A flush cover both of you as you ask the question. He nods and exchanges phones for you to type each other's number. 

After that, you two never really talk or text, only every once in a while. When the Spring High Tournament comes around, Suna hears his name being called by a familiar voice. He turns to see you, running to him and waving, wearing Karasuno gear and the skirt you wore the last time you saw him. 

“(Y-Y/N)?” Suna blushes, he definitely didn’t forget you after that one faithful day. His heart was racing and guilt rushed through his body, “What are you doing here? I don’t remember you going to Karasuno?”

“Y-yeah, uhh I’m cousins with the captain, had to come and support. Congratulations by the way!” Your giggle causes him to become speechless which made the twins snicker behind him.

#boba!posts #suna #suna rintaro #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintaro x reader #haikyuu #haikyu #hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #hq x reader #!dark #boba!post

[imastrangeone98]

In Nekoma, there are many unspoken rules: don't ever take Yamamoto's yakisoba bread, don't ever call Yaku short, and don't EVER try to confiscate Kenma's games unless you're Kuroo or you have a death wish.

And then there's the weirdest, most out-of-place rule: don't ever mess with Fukunaga Shōhei.

On the surface, this doesn't make sense; he's one of the most relaxed members on the team, what could he possibly do? But if you ask any of his volleyball teammates about the origin of this particular rule, they would mention one of two scenarios in which the silent wing spiker left them truly speechless.

The first: the day that the boys, during their annual beach team building party, held a stupid challenge to throw one of their teammates as far as they could on the makeshift course. Fukunaga was the unexpected victor, managing to catapult Yamamoto halfway across the long stretch of sand, and subsequently winning a large ice cream sundae as the prize.

The second: the day the vice-captain of the Nekoma swimming club flirted with his girlfriend.

She was a quiet, unassuming second-year girl who shared the same class as Fukunaga, and was in the baking club. She would repeatedly bring over sweets and pastries to give him, which he would subsequently share with his teammates. He is getting tired of Yamamoto's insistent begging to make her the volleyball team manager.

It was on the second-years' field trip to the zoo. The couple had wandered off to watch the cranes; while Fukunaga tottered away to fetch snacks and a drink, the vice-captain had quietly slid up to her. Yamamoto hadn't managed to catch the majority of the conversation, but the phrases "weird guy like him" and "show you a good time" already said plenty.

And it was good enough for the "weird guy" in question, because he appeared so suddenly that no one saw the way he grabbed the vice-captain's collar until he was being lifted inches off the ground and thrown into the nearest garbage can.

"Holy shit-!"

"Isn't that that weird boy from the volleyball-"

"Wasn't that Kaito-?"

"Why would someone throw-"

"FUKUNAGA!"

Yamamoto, who was frozen at the spot, now sprinted towards his teammate and nearly tackled him to the ground. "You wanna get kicked off the team?! Knock that shit off!"

"Knock knock," the wing spiker mumbled under his breath, clearly paying no attention to him. "Who knocked? The floor knocked..."

"Are you even paying attention to me?!" he hissed, watching the way Fukunaga slipped from his tight grip and scooted over to his spooked partner, wrapping his arms around her and whispering something into her ear.

When Yamamoto moved closer to the couple, the empty stare he got froze him once again. A strong hand patted him on the shoulder, and Fukunaga simply said with his usual carefree smile, "No worries, right?"

He swallowed, and he forced his mouth to give his friend a shaky grin. "Yeah... No worries."

The third-years never would have believed him if Kenma hadn't been there to back him up.

No one has messed with Fukunaga since.

#I wonder how my new obsession with an underrated character started #but seriously how? #but he is surprisingly adorable #haikyuu #fukunaga shōhei #fukunaga x reader

[pastelpasteru]

Can I request oikawa x student council!reader? And they are locked in the gym together?

➧ Hello, apologies for the delay. I made this trope with Oikawa before, I think..?

“Locked up!”

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Oikawa locked up inside the gym together with gn!studen council!reader who likes him he has a crush on,

˚₊· Fluff, Slight angst • Oikawa Tooru × GN!Student council!reader • Oneshot

˚₊· Warnings — None, just fluff! Kinda angsty at the end though, but still fluff! BTW! Mistakes are present, much appreciated if you ignore them! (*´ω｀*)

˚₊· Requests? It's closed. I'm abandoning this account now, I'm sorry, and goodbye. This might be my last story to be posted. :)

[🌸//💎] Being a student council is hard, especially when you're always assigned to check on the boy's volleyball team that is pretty chaotic..

“..Knock knock, volleyball club.” You uttered, knocking on the gym's door to catch the attention of the players inside.

“Ah, [Y/n]-san, afternoon!” Yahaba greets, dashing towards your figure with a smile on his face, going clingy to you as per usual.

“Are you here to check on us again?” He asks with a coo, as you only shove his face away from your figure.

“Yep, student council things.. Now, where's your captain at?” You asked, looking around to catch a certain brunette's figure that doesn't seem to be around.... Yet.

“..Finding me already, [Y/n]-cchi~?” Whispers Oikawa who's now behind you, his sultry voice reaching your ears that turned bright red immediately right after.

“O..Oikawa Tooru! Cut that out, will ya..!?” Grumbling your words, you scoot away from him—creating a distance between you two.

“Hehe! Did I scare you, [Y/n]-cchi~?” Snickers the chocolate haired third year, rubbing the back of his head with a playful look while uttering an apology. “Sorry 'bout that.”

“No, no, it's okay. Anyway, how's the things here?” Humming your question, you glanced around, avoiding Oikawa's stare.

“Everything here is alright, we're preparing for the upcoming practice match this week.” He answered, arm slinged on your shoulder—walking and chatting around with you beside him.

“Oi, Oikawa! Stop chatting with [Y/n] there and help around in cleaning here!” Iwaizumi growls, throwing a ball at his direction.

“Oh c'mon, you guys can do that yourselves, let your lovely captain chat with the lovely [Y/n]~!” Complains Oikawa, only to be hit by a ball thrown by Makki this time.

“No way we're letting you have a lovey-dovey moment with [Y/n] while we clean!” Hanamaki shouts as you flushed red, shaking your head ‘no’ rapidly.

“Oikawa! J..Just go clean already!” You stammered, pushing Oikawa to his teammates and making him clean with them.

“Aww... Fine, fine.” The guy huffed, going on to clean as you recomposed yourself... Suddenly remembering what you originally came here for.

“..Oh yeah, coach asked me to place this at the storage room along with the other documents and files of the club...” You whispered, standing up and walking to the said place.. And having minutes pass by, you still haven't found the drawer for the papers....

“Hey, you guys, where's the drawer for the club's docs?” You asked, wanting help from the team—which you eventually got when Oikawa dropped the mop in his hand and walked towards you.

“It's on the top shelf, not drawer, [Y/n]-cchi.” Oikawa says as you nodded, going back to the storage room to store the said papers.

“..Found it?” The captain asks after a few moments, receiving a frustrated answer from you. “No, not yet—and I need a little help here..!”

“Got it, got it.” He says in a sing sang tone, going to the storage room after you.

“Top shelf to the left side, you'll be greeted by all the club's paperworks..” Instructed the brunette, half closing the storage room's door as you opened the said shelf—and as he said, you were greeted by a mountain of papers.

“Ah! So they're here.. Coach said drawer, so I searched for it on the drawers.” You sighed, as Oikawa chuckled.

“Coach is being forgetful now, eh?” He snickers, watching you slide the file among the mountain of papers before letting out a deep sigh.

“Ah, good. We're done now.. Thanks Oikawa.” Thanking the male, you flashed him a smile that caused him to jolt, forcing his usual smile up his face despite his blushing face.

“I-It's no problem, [Y/n]-cchi! I just—I just helped you because I know that you struggle with being a student council, h..haha...” He stuttered, scratching the back of his head, and blurting out random words to you—making you two not notice the sound of the gym's door closing.

“Mhm, thanks again, and uh, I'll be going now..” Pointing at the door, you then went out of the storage room—greeted by an empty gym.

“Eh? Oikawa, I think your team left you here, hehe!” You laughed as Oikawa immediately dashed out of the room, checking if you were serious.

“HAAAHH!? T..Those guys, how dare they leave their captain here!?” Oikawa screeched, fuming, pouting his cheeks in a childish manner as he stomped to the gym's door.

“..But they left me here with [Y/n]-cchi... Did they give a golden opportunity to—c..confess?” Whispered Oikawa to himself, stopping his tracks to look at your figure that was following him.

“Oh, what's the matter, Oikawa? Why did you suddenly stop?” You asked to Oikawa who immediately snapped back to reality.

“AH, IT'S NOTHING!! I-I'll be going now, too.” Quickly walking to the door, Oikawa tried to slide it open—key word, tried—but only failing.

“..Locked? T..The door is locked?” Says the male as you stood behind him—hearing his words that made you panic.

“LOCKED? OHMY—Who locked it!?” You shout, shoving Oikawa aside to try and open it too and failing. Same with Oikawa.

“I..I don't know, [Y/n]-cchi...! But we're locked here! Together! Whuaaaahh!!” Dramatically falling to the floor, Oikawa covered his red face with his hands. Thoughts running wild each second that passed, knowing that you're with him.

“C..Calm down, Oikawa. I'll figure out a way.” You huff, pulling out your phone to text your fellow student council—asking help from them...

“....Okay! Don't worry now, Oikawa, help is coming on its way. I called someone who'll get us out here.” You said to Oikawa who's head rose up from his sulky figure.

“Already!?” He shouts as you widen your eyes, a tick mark on your neck showing. “What do you mean by ‘Already’!? Aren't you glad that help is coming..??”

“No, not at all! I wanna spend more time with you here, alone, [Y/n]-cchi..!” Oikawa gushed, pulling you down to the floor with him.

“..W..What? Why, Oikawa?” You asked, confused on his words. “Because...”

“Ugh! Look, [Y/n]-cchi, I like you, okay? You are one amazing person who I admire so much, I love every bit of you, I. Love. You.” Oikawa confessed with one breath, gripping your wrists tightly, not wanting to let go of it, of you.

“I love you,” He said in a croaky voice, letting go of your wrist to hold your shoulders instead—looking directly at your eyes with his earnest ones. “..Do you love me too?”

Asking his question, Oikawa's lower lip quivered, his eyes reddening as it slowly fill with tears due to the silence you gave him. Not knowing that you are in deep shock, still processing his words in your mind.

“..Oh....Okay, uh, this is... This is awkward. The silence.. It's too loud. I-I take it as a no, then.” Slowly letting go of you, Oikawa said his words in a saddened tone, lowering his head as he bit his lips that is tugged downwards.

“Wait! Oikawa, no, no—I like you too, okay?? S..Sorry for the silence, I was processing your words—uh, a..are you serious, though?” You admitted in a shaky voice, soothing Oikawa who's mouth fell agape, locking eyes with you once again.

“H..Huh? Y-Yes, [Y/n]-cchi, I like you, I really do. And... Y..You like me.... Too?” Murmurs Oikawa as you nodded, smiling at him warmly as you wiped his tears away. “Yes, I like you too..”

“That's.... That's assuring to know. I'm glad.” The brunette captain says, taking your hand and giving it rubs before giving it a kiss.

“[Y/n]-cchi, I love you.” “I love you too, Oikawa...”

END.

“Uhh... I think I should just go away now—I'm pretty sure I'm interrupting your moment, with Oikawa-san, [Y/n]-san..” - your student council friend.

˚₊· Thank you for reading! Likes, reblogs, and follows are highly appreciated. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

˚₊· Wanna send feedback, or messages? DM me here at Tumblr or at my Instagram and Facebook account, Pastel Pasteru. (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

˚₊· I guess this a goodbye now, thank you for the appreciation you all gave me through out my writing career in this account. - Lot's of love, Pastel Pasteru ( ◜‿◝ )♡

[🌸//💎] REQUESTS ARE CLOSED!!

© Pastel Pasteru, 2021, please do not copy my contents or I'll come after you. Thanks.

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader #fluff #fanfiction #haikyuu fanfiction #oikawa #oikawa tooru #tooru #tooru oikawa #oikawa x reader #aoba johsai #x reader #oikawa fanfic #oikawa fanfiction #🌸💎—Pasteru #✍️🌸💎—Pasteru #❓ by: risuguru

[fukurodaze]

october

pairing: third year!tsukishima kei x third year!fem!reader genre: fluff, suggestive word count: 2.7k warnings: cursing, mentions of hickeys, makeout session hehe synopsis: “tsukishima” and “high school sweetheart” are a unique combination of words

LISTEN TO: lowkey - niki; used to you - mxmtoon

lowercase intended!

nobody knows about this.

nobody knows about his offhand banter and longing gazes. if you and kei go back exactly five months from today, you’d be asking him a question about the research assignment as you were about to leave the library and he surprisingly follows his answer up with “i’m going home too. come with?”

nobody knows him on facetime, staying late until his eyes can barely open after a blink. you’re used to his texts, somehow so much funnier and warmer than everyone seems to know him. and maybe one day he’d kissed you; on the right temple, as you fell asleep on your bed; on the back of your shoulder, when he did it subconsciously during a movie. and maybe you kissed him too; a short peck on the lips when he went home through your front door; another on his calloused and bandaged hands after a block had left it bruised. 

nobody knows that now, you’re straddling the boy you’ve known for a while as you suck his tongue until he gets breathless. his hands roam up and down your body, finding themselves under your shirt and holding onto the bare skin of your waist like he can never let go. when he tugs on the hem of your shirt, bunching it up your torso, you let him take it off, the moment away from his lips making you realise his lips are swollen and his glasses have been thrown somewhere on your bed. you freeze for a bit when he spends a little too long staring at your body, and you freeze even more when you realise you’re not wearing the bra you would’ve liked for this occasion, but you’re cut off when he starts nipping on your neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses as he mumbles, “you don’t have to suck in your stomach.”

you relax a little, small whimpers coming out of your mouth as he continues to work on your neck, the little shocks of pleasure filling your senses as hands on bare skin start to feel more familiar than foreign. you could get used to this. 

“wait, don’t leave any, uh, marks or hickeys or whatever,” you breathe, “people might see.”

he hums, and yet his grip on you tightens as you think he’s coming back to your lips, but he doesn’t. he just stops there, face inches away as his lips barely ghost yours. he purses his lips for a second, like he’s thinking of something to say, but the microwave makes its strange appearance when it beeps loud enough to make you jump a little in his lap. he still holds you close. 

so, so close. and nobody else knows.

“i’ll get the popcorn.” right, because tonight you had planned to watch a movie with him. like the usual - talk, cuddle, whatever. 

come to think of it, your relationship with kei sounds weird; feelings so well understood without ever being spoken. you liked it at first, when he told you he liked you on a saturday morning, your reciprocated feelings tasting of warm rice and milky eggs and an unspoken convention that this stayed between you two and you two only. but as the days passed, and the thrill of a secret relationship wore off, you’ve started to wonder how it would feel like to be able to show people that, yes, tsukishima kei is your boyfriend, and yes, you like him very much.

when you take your shirt, he says, “wear my hoodie. it’s cold.”

you grin when you hear that, opting to simply wear his hoodie without a shirt underneath. it’s the same black hoodie he wears literally all the time and probably doesn’t wash regularly (which is gross) but if there’s one thing you learned about these feelings is that you couldn’t care less.

when you pick up the popcorn, kei only lays against the headboard of your bed, feeling slightly empty at the words he’d heard from you. serves him right, he thinks as he picks his glasses back up; this relationship, or whatever it is, isn’t something both of you wanted everyone to know. he’d get sick of all the attention, and there was probably no need for the two of you to share everything. it’s high school anyways, who knows how long it’s going to last.

yet, when you come back into his room, lips soft and hair tousled, holding a bowl of fragrant popcorn, kei finds himself letting go of those thoughts.

you take a seat on the floor against your bed frame, already having set up the laptop in the middle of the floor. you motion to the boy on the bed to come down, and he brings your entire duvet with him.

as he settles next to you, your shoulder touching his upper arm, you set the popcorn in the space where your knee meets his thigh, over the blanket. the movie you two had decided on earlier tonight starts playing, and you feel your head slide into the crook of kei’s neck, like it always does. 

the night starts off slow; just the two of you making remarks at the movie, laughing at plot holes and cliches. then, by halfway, the bowl of popcorn is empty; as the protagonist kisses their love interest, you feel a flush up your cheeks; and as the movie ends, kei’s arm is around your waist, pulling you into his side. it’s a pretty shitty movie.

“well, that was a shitty movie.” 

“agreed,” you grunt as you stand up to place the bowl of popcorn on your desk, to be taken out at a later time. you fold your laptop onto your desk as well, and kei gets the cue to sprawl your duvet back onto your bed. it’s only nine pm. you climb back in your bed, motioning for him to come with you, too.

slowly, his tall figure holds yours in an embrace filled with something you could only identify as care and affection. and here, especially with his glasses off, sight blurry and only really being able to see you in full focus, it makes you grin at how strikingly different he can be in your room and at school. not that you had ever seen him at school very often, as most of your relationship was crafted of video calls and secret little dates in the night. 

you wonder if he’ll grow out of this.

“oh my god, something kind of funny happened today after the english exam,” you chuckle, your head resting comfortably on kei’s chest. he lets out a questioning hum.

“the girls in my class thought i was seeing osawa,” you stifle a laugh, “at me they were like, you’re definitely dating a guy from the basketball club.”

“wait, how’d they know you were dating someone?”

“word got out. they asked for details, and i told them he was in a sports club.”

“they didn’t think about the volleyball club?”

you shake your head, “they did, but they literally went - ‘we know it can’t be kageyama or tsukishima, so, yamaguchi?’” kei snickers at those words, remembering that even the boys in the volleyball club don’t know about you.

“i love how they just glossed over the chances of you with either me or kageyama,” kei tsks, “and who’s osawa?”

you roll your eyes, hearing his voice tinted with a bit of jealousy when he hears other people think you’d go better with this random guy at school. “he’s a guy i partnered up with for biology. why?”

“nothing. just good to know.”

“alright, whatever.” you flip over, your chin now pressing on the backs of your hands on his chest. your grin is wide. 

“your hoodie smells like sweat,” kei says, trying to divert the topic away from your eventual accusations of jealousy.

“it’s your hoodie, asshole!” you jokingly exclaim, and he pulls the hood up to your head. you look cute, he thinks, even with his over-worn hoodie and messy hair. it’s in moments like these, when the both of you let go of the fronts you put up at school, and just live like nobody else exists. of course, it will all be over in a few hours, but that’s not to say he doesn’t secretly text you under the desk during class or that you don’t have the liberty of an extra pack of chips in your locker from the early mornings kei has practice.

“okay, but, hoodie aside, you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

you like the sound of it; something so distant yet so close. so you make him repeat it again, “wait, what did you say?”

kei exhales through his mouth, “you could’ve just said i was your boyfriend.”

“would you like a boyfriend badge with that?” you tease.

“shut up. at least it sounds better than you and osawa,” he mumbles, sitting up, leaning on his arms. “not that anyone would ever know about us.”

your arms wrap around your boyfriend’s neck. his eyes stare straight into yours, and though he still feels uneasy at first, he likes the feeling of you so near him, so warm and fluttery in his stomach. it makes you hope, at least, in the way he’s looking at you, that he might want to show you off more than he lets on. 

“you know, kei, it wouldn’t hurt for some people to know about us,” you mutter, almost a whisper, and he catches your words perfectly.

“but i hate how everyone shits on couples all the time.”

“no, you just shit on couples all the time.”

he sighs defeatedly, “okay, but everyone’s just gonna be annoying when they know. like they’re shoving their noses into our business.”

“yeah, but-”

“on top of that, my mom would constantly nag me about the details of our relationship. i don’t need everyone knowing so much about us.”

you fall silent, running out of things to say. admittedly, the way he’s so quick to shut down all your reasons is getting to you.

“see? there’s no point in other people knowing.” kei’s hands run under your hoodie to caress your bare skin. he likes the way you shiver slightly from the sudden coolness of his fingers, but it does give you an idea.

“i’ll let you leave marks under my school blouse.”

“as hot as that is, no.”

you groan, slouching against his larger frame. you shift your weight onto him, making him fall back on the bed, and you settle with lying beside him. kei, like the reluctant cuddle bug you’ve found him out to be, immediately wraps an arm around your torso, like every second spent at your house that doesn’t involve his limbs intertwined with yours is a second wasted. 

you exhale through your mouth, “kei, i just wanted to be proud.”

his grip tightens.

“like, we don’t have to tell everyone what happens between us every single day, but, god damn, i don’t want to keep sneaking you in like this, or having to send you off at like, four in the morning so nobody knows you were here.”

“do you care more about what other people think than how i feel?” now you’re letting it out. you realise you’re frustrated - so fucking frustrated - that you barely even get to see him every week because of school and clubs, and that you don’t even get to save his contact on your phone under his own name in fear that people might find out. all because nobody knows.

“no, i care about-”

“i want to hold your hand in public, kei. is that too much to ask?”

you take a deep breath, sitting up against the headboard, “my friends think i bail on them all the time. i want to tell them it’s because i’m going to see my boyfriend instead of some lame excuse, kei. and i want to cheer you on at the spring high nationals in january, because you talk to me about volleyball so much and i want to see my boyfriend do what he’s been working so hard for.”

there’s a hanging silence in the air, coupled with the whirring of your heater. you can’t make eye contact with him - what if he gets mad? your fingers fiddle with the string of his hoodie, knotting it and untying the knot. and it’s only then that he sees you, gaze unsure and lips pursed, that he knows what to do.

it’s not so bad, kei thinks. he wouldn’t have to save your number under a name that’s not exactly yours, and he wouldn’t have to always rush to leave because he has “something coming up”. he can walk you to class in the mornings when you arrive after his morning practices, and it’s like he can imagine the way he’ll hold your hand and make sure everyone knows you’re with him. his train of thought might have gone a bit too far, but he can’t deny the thought of wanting to show you off as his. hell, he’s had a crush on you since your second year (though he’ll never tell you or anyone), and now that he’s got the girl, he might as well be proud of it, too.

so he comes up and kisses you. chastely. “okay.”

you give him a flick to his shoulder, earning an ‘ow’ from him. “that’s it? okay?”

“you said i could leave marks as long as it’s gonna be covered by your blouse, right?”

another finger flick, to his forehead this time, “you asshole.” but you smile. you know him.

when you pull his lips to yours, this time, he makes sure to keep you busy with his hands around your body and your hands in his hair, shirts and hoodies being pulled up to eventually be taken off. suddenly, he stops, and it’s only then that you hear something that you’ve only barely heard once before, on a warm saturday morning when it was summer, months away from today’s october.

“i really, really like you, y/n. and i’m not afraid of that.”

as he cradles you in his touch, kisses trailing down your jaw and beginning at your collarbone, you make sure to ask if he’s okay with reusing the same uniform he wore today for tomorrow. his answer slips out easily; yes.

“is it always this cold in the mornings when you practice?” you tighten the scarf around your neck, shoving your hands into your coat. kei hums in response as you two near the gym.

“to be fair, you could’ve worn tights. doesn’t help when you’re basically half naked in the winter.”

“wearing a skirt does not mean i’m half-naked, kei.” you scoff, but you do take a mental note to start dressing warmer for the coming seasons. 

“i’m just saying, the wind can just go up your skirt-”

his sentence is cut short when a louder, higher-pitched voice runs through.

“woah! tsukishima’s with a girl?” you recognise it as one of the kids in class 3-2, hinata shoyo. his orange hair isn’t exactly easy to miss. behind him is the boy you recognise as kageyama tobio, remembering the way kei would sometimes slip in a snarky mention of his name on the nights he’d call you from his training camp in tokyo. you introduce yourself to the two boys.

“why is that such a surprise to you?” kei points out sharply. a number of second and first years pass by the three of you, and they exchange casual good mornings.

“i think i’ve seen you around. are you friends with kana-san?” hinata names one of the girls in your class, and you nod, telling him you’re pretty close to her. 

"are you going to be watching us practice?” hinata asks, and as you look frantically between kei and hinata, you tell him, “yeah, is that okay for you guys?” kageyama and hinata nod.

you don’t miss it when kei takes your hand and intertwines your fingers with his. it makes you feel a little warmer in chilly weather. it makes you smile.

“go ask team captain over there,” kei shrugs, cocking his head at yamaguchi, who currently has a content smile on his face.

“so this is your girlfriend!” 

you immediately snap your head at kei, as if silently telling him no fair, how come yamaguchi knew all along?! kei shrugs, “he saw me going to your locker one day.”

you roll your eyes before introducing yourself the same way you did to hinata and kageyama, and you hear kageyama huff out, “she looks too nice for you.”

kei scoffs, “well, that’s rich coming from you. maybe you’re forgetting how-”

“alright, tsukki, let’s just go up to the clubroom first.” yamaguchi thankfully cuts in, letting hinata and kageyama go to the gym first.

“oh, y/n-san, you can go to the gym first, too, since we’re going to be changing in the clubroom. we don’t want you to wait outside, after all.” yamaguchi adds, and as you let go of kei’s hand with a reassuring smile, hinata takes it upon himself to make even more conversation with you on the way to the gym. you find his and kageyama’s company entertaining.

“if he’s you’re boyfriend, does he, like, insult you all the time?” kageyama blurts out, his words making you break into smiles.

you giggle, swatting your hands, saying no, no. it makes you realise how different he really is when he isn’t with you.

your hand wanders to the uniform bow around your collar, and you play with the ends of it, the area of your body reminding you of the hickeys you saw littered around your chest and collarbone this morning. when you told kei about it, he only shrugged with the most smug face you’ve ever seen. thank god for collared uniforms.

“so, y/n-san, how’s tsukishima as a boyfriend?” hinata chimes in.

you catch your lip in between your teeth, sucking in a soft inhale. you wonder if you could tell them that he’s the guy that buys you your favourite snacks on the way back from volleyball practice, or that he puts all your favourite songs into his daily playlist so that he can sing along with you when he comes over. still, even after the news about your relationship, you think there’s no harm in keeping some things private. so you exhale.

“he’s an asshole,” you laugh, gleeful, “such an asshole.”

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Hi! <3 I'm the roomate hc anon again (lol) and can I request best friends to lovers hc for iwaizumi, kuroo and oikawa? Also this blog is gonna blow up soon so remember me when you're famous bro 😌✊️❤️

OMG HI AGAIN! i’m so sorry this is late :( but oh my the excitement that flooded through me when i saw this request hsvhjsd. i really hope you enjoy this!! also vshdks i luv u bb THANK YOU.

iwaizumi hajime

im making these as detailed as fuck so i apologize in advance <3

becoming best friends with hajime was a very out of the blue thing 

the two of you shared a lot of classes together, and since you were always seeing each other, you’d choose each other as partners a lot 

you’d sit next to him in all the classes that you could

you’d meet up a lot during school breaks and just hang out 

you two clicked very well honestly, like you found that it was so easy to talk to him, and it was so easy to lose yourself in the conversation 

most of your convos are v mature and sophisticated too like

it’s nice when you can talk to someone on the same brain wavelength as you yk ��

anyways overtime you’d come to his practice sessions, and even if they were long you’d just stay and watch bc why not

if you had hw to do and he noticed you were a lil stressed about it, he’d tell u to come study while he practiced as a change of scenery and all 

he’d walk you home almost every night at this point

oikawa noticing and being jealous <3 

“they’re stealing you from me!” “they’re not— what is wrong with you oikawa.” 

okay so this best friend stuff has been going on for a long time

long enough for you to realize you wanted more from him

but this is iwaizumi hajime and it’s almost impossible to know what he’s thinking 

like

ever 

so you just keep it to yourself, thinking it’s just a small crush and it’s not worth ruining what the two of you have at this rate 

so all this had happened first year, and when you’re nearing the end of your second year

that’s when you realize that

shit

it’s not just a crush

and when you have feelings for someone, every little thing they do expands a million times in your head

so a hug from him that you’d once never go over twice has you thinking about it as you go to sleep

the hoodies he’d lend you during practice while you stayed in the gym bc it was ungodly cold in there now send tingles down your spine at the lingering scent of him

the way he’d grab your hand to drag you somewhere now leave a heavy effect on your palm, forcing you to trace it once he’s gone 

his texts give you butterflies 

every time his name pops up on your phone screen you have a mini heart attack

and yeah

those are all symptoms of a crush

but is a crush meant to last this long? 

at the start of your third year, you greet him outside of the school gates after not seeing you all summer

he smiles so bright and hugs you so, so tightly 

you already are so hyperaware of how strong iwa is

but the feelings you have for him that won’t go away are so not helping your fixation on the feel of his biceps 

anyways before this becomes v nsfw 

you two catch up like u had met yesterday 

and then at the end of the day, after practice, which you stay for bc u missed ur vbc boys 🥺

he walks you home 

like always

and as he stands by your front door, in a burst of courage, he takes your hand in his and pulls you harshly towards him, pushing his body against yours and capturing your lips in a heated kiss

it’s so messy and harsh and you pretty much collided 

but holy shit

you were pretty sure fireworks erupted when you two kissed

years of pining and what had felt like unrequited love finally being resolved 

it’s the most satisfying feeling ever

you never want to stop kissing him

but alas </3 

when he pulls back, you’re both breathing so heavily 

you’re not sure if it’s the adrenaline or the kiss itself 

and he just looks at you and goes “did u tan while you’re away ur eyes look brighter” 

no sir i am in love with you

when you two officiate things 

he’s actually way shyer than he was as best friends??? 

like as best friends he wouldn’t feel slightly weird about hugging you in public or grabbing at your hand randomly or being seen alone with you

but now like

people know ??? and somehow that scares iwa 

or makes him uncomfortable 

idk he just feels iffy

but ur so understanding bless ur heart <3 

ur so careful with him and take it at his own pace 

zero pda at the start of the relationship 

like he won’t even wanna hug u in front of the seijoh team 

but slowly he warms up 

and he starts getting more comfortable with things like hand holding and occasional pecks on the cheek/lips 

your traditions as best friends don’t die as lovers 

if anything you believe in them even more 

now you watch more diligently during practice 

you proudly attend his games in his jersey, cheering the loudest for him (and for the rest of the boys bc they: best) 

walks home with you are so much more serene 

always gives you a kiss before he parts ways 

idk it’s like some sort of commemoration for your first kiss/confession 

unless you invite him inside 😏

this is so fucking long im so sorry i just love iwa 

anyways anybody want boyfriend!iwa headcanons i got a lot hehe 

to conclude, it was so gradual and inevitable with the two of you, and you’re forever glad it happened when it did and you hadn’t rushed anything <3333

oikawa tōru

unlike hajime, this wasn’t something that took one or two years

this bitch couldn’t admit he was in love with you for like 10 years okay 

you’ve known him for the majority of your life, because you’d always lived in close proximity to each other 

but you were never best friends yk? just acquaintances 

it was around the end of middle school when you two got close

cause you saw he was applying to aoba johsai for high school

and you were like !!! i’m going there too 

at first he was like stop copying me 😾 

you guys had a staring contest bc y’all are idiots and there were legit tears streaming down ur face but u were not about to lose to a pissbaby like him

he blinked 😁👍🏼

and he lost 

and then he decided “you’re my best friend now ” 

anyways aside iwa, he now had someone else he was going into high school with

like it’s a completely new environment but he had two people he very much liked going with him !!! 

when the time came around to like apply for/join clubs, you had been so clueless 

but toru stuck by you !! and he was so adamant on helping you !! 

he would sit with you after school as he practiced tossing with hajime and just brainstorm with you what you liked to do

it’s what brought you two closer together

cause you realized just how many things in common you had with him 

for a full week he tried to help you come up with something

for the sake of this hc let’s say u decide to join the newsletter club 

you’re very wary at first but then he’s like when ur part of it you’ll visit the vbc regularly so u can take pictures/observe to write essays 

the fact that toru would be there kinda set you at ease 

now you’ve never seen toru play properly 

he’s practiced in front of you before

plenty of times

but a proper match? or a practice one? 

never 

so it’s safe to say u were in awe when you got assigned to go watch a practice match against (idk pick a school) 

it’s embarrassing to admit but your eyes were on him the entire time 

thank god he became the captain later on else it’d be so sus 

you really tried to pay attention to anybody else lmfao 

it’s kinda what drew you to him more

you still didn’t really have feelings

you only realized just how passionate he is about everything 

at some point you had an essay to write for your newsletter about the volleyball club

but you were having a hard time like really getting into it

so you immediately just called toru and were like “help 😃” 

he came over and you asked him a bunch of questions, and he would go on deadass 20 min rants for each of them

you were just 

so amazed 

like how could someone have so much passion for something like this?

you realize how but that’s for later

overtime you two got closer bc of how much your work was associated with him

he’s incredible as a best friend 

he’s the first one with the school’s weekly newsletter as soon as it’s out

granted it’s to read the section about him but yk, the sentiment’s there 

also love, love, loves lazy days with you 

he doesnt even care if the boys know that he worships the chick flicks you two watch 

i feel like oikawa would be an avid anime watcher

idk why i just do 

so he’d be blasting anime theme songs on a speaker as you’re in the shower and he’s in your room waiting for you and you’re both just singing w the sound of water rushing down 

actually it’s not just anime songs it’s all songs 

a l l songs 

anyways

so you two get really close, and then he has a super important match coming up 

let’s say it’s the spring interhigh one against karasuno

the one they won

idk im just choosing at random 

and the night before he’s like begging you on text to wear his jersey

he’s like PLEASE NO ONE’S EVER DONE THAT FOR ME

you’re like bruh u have a cult following ????? 

but eventually u say yes

ur not really sure where it’s coming from but this is oikawa he’s an unpredictable as can be

when you show up in a jersey he so conveniently left at your house once

he’s so genuinely shocked even though he was the one that asked for this???

gives you the biggest hug like spins you around and just 

“you’re my lucky charm” 

when he wins 

after celebrating with his team

he runs over to you

and just

he kisses you

full on the mouth

it’s probably the rush and excitement of winning that gave him the courage to finally spill all his feelings out into this kiss

you’re in his jersey, in the stands and you genuinely feel like it’s only just the two of you

despite how sudden it was the kiss is so gentle, like he’d been planning it since forever 

“i told you you’re my lucky charm” he says as he rests his forehead against yours and kisses you gently again

oikawa had already been affectionate as your best friend

always displaying his love outwardly with like always calling out your name so loud whenever he sees you and giving you bone crushing hugs

deadass his 6’0 self will just jump on you 

but now it’s extra

makki always gags around the two of you but you just stick ur tongue out at him and go “ur just mad ur best friend’s getting some pussy/dick and ur not” 

makki then proceeds to shriek at you like a fucking banshee <3 

anyways 

yes 

oikawa best friends to lovers excellence is so cute eeeekkk

and now u always wear his jersey at games 

(u couldnt make it to the game against karasuno where they lost for whatever reason and he held it against u for the longest time)

(“maybe if a certain someone were there we wouldn’t have lost”)

what a big baby you love him

kuroo tetsurō

AH SEXY CHEMISTRY NERD 👅👅👅

kuroo as ur best friend 

im frothing 

i feel like you’d grow close after meeting at an event or something 

like you’re a friend of a friend of a friend 

i see kuroo as someone who’s so suave and cool and flirty with people he doesn’t have feelings for

but put the crush factor in and he’s a mess

like his brain just stops working

so when he first met you

he thought u were so fucking hot 

but that’s it

his lower body was doing all the thinking <3 

so he was so flirty 

and that’s essentially what your friendship is built off of 

and when friends are so flirty with each other, they generally grow close and trust each other really quickly 

ur not a nekoma student but ur in tokyo so you meet up often 

you just

it’s so nice to be around him

you find it so easy to just be yourself around him 

going out with him is super fun 

and a lot of the times you guys have study dates and you literally don’t talk except during the 10 min breaks you two take

it’s just hyper focus for the two of you which is great

he really channels the best student in you what a man ! 

i think during your third year of high school you two got insanely close

because you were highly unsure if you were gonna leave japan or stay 

so you wanted to make the most out of everything 

so you’d go out with him more often

he’d stay during the weekends and you two would like bake christmas goods all night even if it’s literally september lmfao

cuddling is so natural 

like you’re both so touchy with each other but not in a weird way just a super comfortable kind of way

like if you’re shorter than him, he’s always leaning his arm on you like you’re his arm rest 

it’s a win win bc he gets to touch you and tease you

wow the horny really jumped out in that one

anyways

you go to every single one of his games !!

cheer him on so!! fucking!! loud!!

you probably make a provocative sign and stand a chair and just wave it around and kuroo’s so heart eyes lmfao

the climb up to becoming lovers is so

natural? 

i think kuroo first realizes that maybe, yk, he wants those flirtatious comments to mean something and those random touches to hold more romantic value to them, when you two are out together

it’s a completely chill day and it’s not really warm not really chilly. you’re just comfortable 

he takes you to a park after buying the both of you ice cream from the stand across the street and sits down at a bench with you

just people watching 

and then it kinda goes really silent

but 

it’s not awkward??? like at all???

he’s not looking to fill the silence with any random words

he’s just

enjoying simply being with you

and he glances at you momentarily and it hits him like so hard just how pretty you are 

his eyes slightly widen like

holy fuck

what the f u ck

remember when i said he’s all cool until feelings come into play

yeah 😼

he literally freezes up and blurts out, without even meaning to, “i think i have feelings for you.” 

he really didnt even process he said that

you kinda

pause for a second

and then you realize what you said and you just smile and lean over towards him, lifting your thumb up to the corner of his lips and brushing away some ice cream

“you think?” you tease, and then at the spot where the ice cream was misplaced, you placed a gentle kiss

he kinda relaxes and then eyes you as he says, “i know.” 

it is just. heaven after that

i think the two of you would be less flirty around each other once becoming official 

like yeah he definitely comments once or twice every now and then and don’t get me wrong, so do you

but it’s just less frequent 

like a blanket has been lifted to uncover the true, hidden meanings behind the comments and you can now just breathe easier 

you two end up in the same uni on accident hevejsk

like you had a long ass talk about how it’s okay if you didn’t end up in the same uni you’d still make it work

and it would’ve worked tbh

fate just ships you two too much

when you told each other you were literally that spiderman meme of the two spidermen pointing at each other lmao

power couple of the uni

power couple of tokyo

power couple of japan

you’re literally so happy with him you wouldn’t trade him for the world 

and maybe you saw it coming 

but it still remains a shock whenever you wake up and he’s there laying next to you, smiling lazily at you before reaching over to give you a gentle kiss 

anyways happy early birthday king i love you kuroo hehe

end note; i really had a lotta fun w this one omg!! thank you again for requesting, anon, and i hope everybody else enjoyed!! feel free to request, mwah <3

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