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strawberry milk

+synopsis: kageyama tobio doesn’t believe in the fortunes written on the flaps of his favorite milk cartons, but after meeting you, he begins to believe them slowly. just like how he learns to fall in love.

+pairing: kageyama tobio x gn!reader.

+genre: angst to fluff; hurt/comfort; strangers/friends to lovers.

+word count: somehow exactly 8.3k.

+warnings: mutual pinng; angst.

+author’s notes: this is kind of choppy because i wrote it like three times and hated it every time. i still really loved the way it ended though so i didn’t write it a fourth time :D

+navigation: main menu, hq menu.

Fortunes.

Something Kageyama Tobio didn't actually believe in, but something he couldn't continue his day without. It would bug him at night, and he'd lay with his blueberry eyes staring up at the porcelain ceiling just groaning and cursing himself out. He'd think, why didn't I look at the fortune before opening the milk carton?

Like it keeps playing in the back of his mind. I don't believe in it, but it just somehow completes my day.

Kageyama is strict with himself; his body has a routine. He wakes up at five in the morning—although almost everyone that meets him doesn't think he's capable of being a morning person, yet by some miracle, he actually is—drinks a glass of milk after brushing his teeth and goes for a jog. Then he comes back home, takes a shower, and leaves for school. Albeit he only looks forward to volleyball practice, recess is also one of his treasured times.

(Because according to Hinata, the vending machine is basically his wife. Tobio did imagine what the wedding would be like—safe to say, it wasn't as appealing as he wanted it to be. The vending machine definitely wouldn't look good in a wedding dress.)

"Oi, Kageyama!" a vexatious yet familiar voice yelled behind him, the setter's shoulders immediately drooped to the ground because of how much energy was going to be drained from him in the next few minutes. The source of said voice comes skipping towards Tobio, radiating his tangerine-flavored happiness everywhere except into Kageyama's bubble.

"I watched a few videos on the internet last night! There was a national tournament when this really cool player on the Brazil team did a jump top-spin serve! I heard it in the commentary and it was a no-touch ace. God, you're so good with the jump-serve already. You think you can do that one?" The orange-haired boy rambles, playing with the straps of his backpack as he looks around merrily. The setter shakes his head, a few strands of his hair getting caught in the autumn wind as he sighs.

He has to continue hearing the human tangerine ramble till he gets to class. What a shame.

His day proceeds like normal; he didn't pay attention in Math class, did try to in Japanese but horribly failed because his teacher was writing too fast on the board, did well in Gym, and now it's lunch period.

His second favorite time of the day.

He's gotten rid of his stingy classmates, asking him if he wants to play volleyball with them and teach them a few things. It's annoying to him; just because he's on the team doesn't mean everyone constantly has to bugger him about playing. It's already hard teaching people how to receive as is, if they ask about sets then Tobio is done for.

He would definitely make the worst teacher on the planet.

Letting out a small 'hmph' as he roams the courtyard, Tobio walks to the vending machine in the corner. It's not crowded near it, and the machine itself has this welcoming aura that the setter savors. He always remembers to carry extra money just for this machine every day, because somehow, the strawberry milk served here is better than the café downtown.

(The little coffee shops are a bother to him, honestly. Why can't everyone use the plenty of vending machines the Japanese government has given them?)

He doesn't realize someone else is reaching for the same button as him at the same time, because he's too absorbed in the little happiness of this moment. And as his rough yet still nimble hand collides with a smaller, more soft one, he's taken aback.

"Ah! I'm sorry, you can go first," the petite voice speaks along with a meager chuckle. He's just standing there, blinking slowly as he takes in the sight in front of him. Another student—a little shorter than him—adorned with a small carmine tint to their cheeks as they wait for him to press on the strawberry icon in the vending machine.

(Was he supposed to say sorry, or..?)

"Excuse me?" a hand is then waved in front of his blueberry eyes, breaking him out of his trance as he lets out a scanty grumble along with an, "Eh?"

"I was saying, you should go first," they gesture to the vending machine. A sudden denouement dawns upon Kageyama as his lips form the letter 'o', and he quickly presses a button on the device in front of him and inserts the required money. He could feel the person behind him stifle a chuckle, and he scolds himself in his brain, Damn it, why couldn't I say something instead of just standing there?

"I'm sorry, I didn't think anyone else used this old thing," the triple-banged boy says, picking up his carton as he walks to the side. You, who's the mysterious strawberry milk lover, smile as you shake your head and murmur, "I thought the same, it's quite alright."

He's quiet for a few seconds; he first looks at his fortune, then embeds a straw into the carton and begins drinking quietly as he waits for you. You walk alongside him, and ask him a question that he sort of had to answer(or else it would be considered rude and indisciplined of him), "So, what's your name?"

"Kageyama Tobio," he says, in between sips. And just for the formality, he asks, "You?"

"[L/N] [Y/N]," you say, "Ooh, I got a good fortune today. What'd you get?"

The boy blinks in confusion—were you seriously just asking him that? How childish are you? Why is Kageyama even here? Till today, reading those fortunes used to be like a common task. Something he'd do just for the sake of doing; it wasn't necessarily something he enjoyed, but if he didn't read it, then he'd probably wonder the whole day what his fortune was. Following that, he wouldn't sleep properly and then end up playing carelessly in volleyball the next day.

"You go first," he vacillated, reading his fortune one last time before throwing his carton away into the bin. You shrug, bringing the pastel-pink carton closer to your line of sight and reading off, "In order to love who you are, you mustn't hate the experiences that shaped you."

Kageyama stops for a second—for some reason, his mind takes him back to the time when he grew depressed after middle-school. He desperately tries to shake the thoughts off, but they only omit when you say something, "Kageyama? What's yours?"

"You shouldn't be scared to let people in," he mumbles, before walking away, "I'm sorry, but I have to go now. I'll see you sometime later."

And you stand there as the small autumn breeze passes you by, a few aubergine leaves flying past your eyes as you watch him go inside the school building. Your smile spreads wide(it's an innocent one too), and you take your last sip from the carton, the straw making gurgling noises when you finally stop. You throw your container into the trash as well, wondering how these events will unfold in front of your eyes. A slight blush forms in your cheeks as you think about the volleyball-centric boy throughout the day.

From then on, you kept seeing the boy who fancied strawberry milk almost everywhere you went. Just this morning, you saw him walk into the same convenience store you were in, the atmosphere suddenly becoming different as he stood in line with you—coincidentally, he had the same items as you as well.

One meat bun and a tetra pack of strawberry milk.

"[L/N]-san?" he raised an eyebrow, "You come here as well?"

"Yes," you nod. And then, something you don't expect to just happens. The two of you smile and say the same thing at the exact same time, "They have the best meat buns."

You burst out laughing as you walk out of the store with Kageyama Tobio that fine Sunday morning. He just finished his jog, and you were on your way to meet your friends at a bakery downtown. There's something about the dark-haired boy that makes you want to stay with him just a little longer; your friends were probably cursing you for being late at the moment, but you didn't mind.

In the past few weeks, you had been meeting him in these coincidences. Once at the park—you were out for a walk to clear your mind from the stress of that one assignment in Chemistry class. He just happened to be there as well, saying that he was jogging.

(That boy is somehow always jogging when you meet him. You even joked that he's stalking you and he got really red when you did. The setter then proceeded to drop his phone that he was holding as he waved his hands in the air trying to explain that he is, indeed, not following you around town.)

However, the two of you always end up spending a good amount of time with one another when you meet. Conversations were scattered, but the handful you contrived to induce out of him only left you craving for more. No real purpose dictated your actions, just an inexplicable desire that kept you coming back time and time again.

You learned that he wakes up early in the morning to jog because he passes right by your house half-an-hour before you wake up. You made an effort to tinker your sleep schedule a smidge, just so you could see him in the morning while you water the plants outside.

("[L/N]-san, is that you?" you hear footsteps and then a voice. Your eyes divert their attention from the roses that you were watering to the boy in a dark blue tracksuit and running sneakers. He's raising an eyebrow as he stands next to the nameplate of your household, looking you up and down.

"Good morning, Kageyama," you greet him, walking up to the setter with the watering hose in your hand(you turn it off before you go to him, obviously). He's a little confused because he didn't know you lived here.

"You live here?" he asks, pointing to the house. You giggle as you hum, "Hm, unless I'm watering someone else's plants."

That makes him smile faintly, as he says, "Those roses do look really pretty though."

He does mumble something else after that, but you didn't quite catch it. You do remember asking him to repeat it, but he brushed it off saying it was nothing.

You wished he did say something though. After that fortunate interaction, Kageyama Tobio finds himself outside your home every morning at 6 o'clock, because something—no, someone always manages to pull him there as if gravity itself was the matchmaker here.)

"So, why are you jogging at 10 am on a Sunday, Kageyama?" you ask as you brush your hair away from your face. He pouts, thinking for a minute before answering, "Oh yeah, my sister Miwa came back from college for a week. There's this program where she can attend the lectures from home, so she decided to pay me and my parents a visit. She kind of forced me to stay at home for a while to catch up."

"That must be nice," you say, walking with him subconsciously. You didn't know where the two of you were going, but somehow, it felt okay. Then, Kageyama's brain somehow clicked and he asked, "Wait, [L/N]-san, you're all dressed up. Did you have somewhere to be?"

You suddenly stop walking, an 'o' forming in your mouth as your eyes widen. Shit, you think. I accidentally abandoned my friends.

"Oh no," you mumble, pulling your phone out to check the time. The boy in front of you starts laughing as he walks over to you, looking at the screen and the myriad of texts from your friends. You mentally facepalm as you stand there, typing up a message that you wouldn't be able to make it and that they should go on without you. All along, Tobio stands next to you, smiling toothily as he says, "So, in conclusion, you forgot you were hanging out with your friends because of me."

"Yes, I did," you sigh, putting the phone back in your pocket as you look up at him. But he's a little close—a little too close for you to not blush. Your eyes widen, and his do too, because he clumsily steps back, coughing fakely as if that helped the situation.

He stands there for a couple of seconds, the tension in the air disentangling when he talks again, "Well, technically, I ruined your plans for today. I think I should take you for lunch for at least buy you another meat bun as compensation."

"That's nice of you, but we could go for a walk instead," you suggest, "I already have a meat bun and a pack of milk."

He smiles, nodding as the two of you talk about nothing and everything at the same time. At this point, he's become a friend. The type of friend you can confide in without him spilling everything to everyone else. The type of friend that gives you comfort, and reassures you that everything will be okay.

You're talking to him when you realize, that being with Kageyama opens up a passage in your heart that makes all the weights on your shoulders lift off. It's like coming home after a long trip—you want solace in the comfort of your bed with a warm cup of hot chocolate. And to you, Kageyama is the solace. Spending time with him makes you feel as if you're home, and you'd have it no other way. It's like you know that you'll look back on these days when you're older, reminisce these saccharine days, and smile.

A year passes just like that.

You come to the denouement that you're in love with Kageyama Tobio as if you've done something completely horrible. It happens when you're at home with him; the two of you are studying for an English test, and you crack a joke about something you can't quite recollect. Just then, the way Tobio looked at you made you stop. Your laughing stopped, your eyes pondered, and your brain got fried—you're going haywire, and you can't do anything about it.

And then you realized something even more; Kageyama had more pull in your heart than anyone else before. It was as if you had walked up to him, placed the strings of your heart in the palm of his hands, and skipped away as if nothing had happened. Every little thing he did increased your heart rate—from a simple smile to him lending you his jacket because you're cold and you forgot yours.

Hell, you know it's reckless. It's reckless to try to fly with wings that aren't fully grown yet. The feathers are still small and growing; your love is like a baby Thrush, there's something about Kageyama that just makes you want to soar even if you fall time and time again. You think it's because he reminds you of a clear night sky with dots speckled carelessly, or the intro of those dreamy Disney films. You just want to fly over the river and towards the top of the castle, the wind hitting your face and your feathers protect you from it, and your love from Kageyama is the destination.

(You want to crawl into your bed and never come out.)

Kageyama's screwed.

The second year of high school—he's walking you home from practice, and it's the evening now. The sky is painted with a multitude of purples, scarlets, and gingers. You're mumbling about how he shouldn't waste his money and buy you the extra pack of milk he did this morning, and he's telling you that he had to, after you helped him with English last week.

After all, he only got a good grade because of that study session. And when it's finally time to say goodbye, you look back at him and wave meekly before stepping into your home.

That's when he realizes that he's doomed. This is the first time he realizes he's in love with you, and the Earth beneath his feet is fractured. He's terrified as he walks home that night. It's eerily quiet at the dinner table, and he's chewing on the onigiri for a little too long.

"Fuck," he mutters in the middle of the night. Because what is he supposed to do? What is expected of him? This was a sudden realization—he definitely didn't plan on falling in love before achieving his dreams. So why was this happening?

What didn't help, was that you were too kind to him. You were always the smarter one, the one that helped him even in the most tricky situations. You were always giving, and you even signed up as the manager for the volleyball club when he asked you to. Come to think of it, you were the most thoughtful friend he had.

Damn it, he thought.

His acatalepsy is his downfall. How could he not understand that he's been in love with you till now? Why now, of all times?

It feels as if a storm is brewing inside his head when he wakes up the next morning. He's jogging again, and the turn that leads to your house comes. But he never takes it. He just goes straight ahead, thinking to himself that he has to recede from the relationship he has with you at the moment. If he gets cozy, then he might end up hurting you because of his newfound feeling.

He's stupid for not taking that turn, because that morning, as you water the roses, you wait for him. And he never comes.

“Come on, king. Think about it, you’ve never dated. Wouldn’t you look bad if you went through high-school without a partner?”

Everything inside Kageyama Tobio is telling him to stop at this very moment.

Stop. Don't do it, he tells himself. He's screaming on the inside as he walks to the front gates with Tsukishima tailing along behind him to know if he really does it. It's the same day—he didn't visit your home at six in the morning like he usually does. His whole day has been bad; the vending machine ran out of strawberry milk during recess, he got a low score on a math test, the Japanese teacher made him stand outside class for not paying attention, and worst of all, this moment.

“It’s none of your business, is it, Stingy-shima?”

This moment—that's filled to the brim with sheer guilt that's dripping off of Tobio. He hates that his ego was so far up his ass that he's doing this all to prove a point(that too, by a person who he knew, was just teasing him). Because around twenty minutes ago, Kageyama Tobio was in the gym as Tsukishima threw an offhanded comment at him saying that he would never be able to date someone by the time high school ends. The setter being himself, countered the argument saying that he'd ask someone out today if it meant proving the blond boy wrong.

“I mean, think about it. You’re the only one here who hasn’t dated someone. Even Hinata had a girlfriend last year.”

Even the middle-blocker who dared to tease Kageyama in the first place is in shock as he watches him approach you from afar. Tsukishima only meant it as a joke—he was a tease, after all. But he hadn't thought of this; what was unfolding in front of his amber eyes irked him.

“So what? I’m focusing on volleyball.”

"[Y/N]," Kageyama addresses you as you play with the strings of your backpack. An immediate smile overcomes you as you wave at him, a small pink tint covering your cheeks as he stops abruptly in front of you. You raise an eyebrow in worry, because he looks like he's brooding in thought, "Something wrong, Tobio?"

"I wanted to ask you something," the setter fiddles with his fingers for a bit, taking in short breaths and letting out long ones. Your eyes softened at the sight as you place a hand on his shoulder. You could tell he was nervous, his eyes weren't meeting yours as he talked to you, and his breathing was erratic. Your worrisome gaze fixates on him as you say, "Go ahead. Just relax, okay?"

“You’re only saying that because no one would go out with the likes of you.”

"Will you.." he mumbles under his breath. He's reflecting thinking strenuously; he wants to stop himself, because he does, indeed, love you. He doesn't want to break your heart—and what if you find out? What if you find out that this was all a stupid set-up so he could prove a point to a teammate? What would happen to your friendship?

For the second time in his life, Kageyama feels like he's drowning. He can't breathe, and the water is filling up. It's almost covering him as a whole, and he can't even come up for air anymore. But there you are, looking at him patiently with your eyebrows furrowed as your concerned eyes blink profusely. He wants to let go. He wants to ask you to be his, but without that stupid dare looming in the back of his mind.

“Okay then, I accept. I’ll find someone.”

"Will you go out with me?" he gets it out. It does feel like a weight is off his shoulders—he's wanted to ask you this for a long time now, he just didn't imagine it would be under circumstances like this one. But he doesn't miss the way your eyes widen with your lips pursed as you look away from him. Your hand leaves his shoulder as you oh-so-casually brush your hair away from your face. Kageyama has known you well enough for the past two-something years; he's known to read you adequately(not as completely as you could read him, but he can still understand you to some extent).

The small upturn of your lips and the way all the scrunched-up expressions have faded away from your face tell him that he might not like what he hears after all.

(Because he really doesn't want you to say 'yes'. If you do that, then he knows that there's no turning back. He'll have to put up a front to uphold his ego in front of Stingy-shima. He's praying to the Gods above that you say 'no', even though he knows well enough that you wouldn't hurt him even if you were given the chance.)

"Tobio, you mean that?" your voice is so small, so vulnerable that Kageyama's not sure if he heard you at first, but when you look up at him, hold onto both of his hands and tug at them slightly, he's a goner. He smiles unwillingly because you have that effect on him. He wants to turn back and tell Tsukishima that he can't hurt you, of all people. But this might be his only chance at asking you out, even if it's pretend. So he lets out a short unsteady breath, nodding as he says, "I mean it."

He wasn't looking at you till now. The pause in your actions makes him finally force his gaze upon you, and he's reminded of why he fell in love with you in the first place. His eyes are immediately crinkled as he smiles, looking down at your figure as you blush up at him. You take a step forward, as his hands cup your cheek.

He wants to hate himself. He wants to slap himself, to punch himself, to yell at himself—but he's so lost in you and your eyes that he finds himself hugging you as a muffled "yes" comes out of you. He sighs, looking back at Tsukishima, who shakes his head in disappointment.

“Not just someone. What about [Y/N]?”

Both of them didn't want this to happen. At least, not in this way.

This felt new.

Not only did the boy you love like you back, but he also had asked you out a couple of minutes ago. Your hands were intertwined with his for the first time as you walked home together while talking about nothing particularly. The conversation was a little awkward; the two of you tried best to talk about your day but it only ended with recklessly averted gazes and tinted cheeks.

(Like we said, this felt new.)

Your relationship with the setter felt natural and easy; sure, it consisted of small awkward yet fleeting moments filled with flustered faces(but you loved those moments to death, as they were the evidence of young, yet recklessly burning passion called love). Intimacy was something the two of you decided to take it slow, and since you were already friends, communication came easily.

You still played video games in your room with the same Tobio, laughing whenever you scored a point. But this time, your hands and bodies would be entangled as the two of you looked up at the screen together. You still went to watch that new movie with the same Tobio, just this time, your head rested on his shoulder for more than half the runtime.

(And he blushed profusely when you did that, but you couldn't see it because of how dark it was. He's grateful you didn't.)

"Do you remember when you first met me?" you ask, your voice quiet as the two of you walk the empty street. He looks at you with a raised brow, tilting his head as if asking 'how could I forget that?'. He chuckles, intertwining his hand with yours delicately as he says, "You don't have to ask, of course I do."

"We were at the vending machine..." you pause, "—and you were just standing there staring at me."

"You make me sound like a loser who fell in love at first sight," he raises a hand to his chest, feigning offense. You giggle, brushing your hair away from your eyes as you look up at him. Slate outer rings with navy all the way to black, his eyes seemed to draw you in like a moth to the flame. He pauses, his lips parted in the slightest as the two of you come to a halt. You're standing by a park(the one where you coincidentally met him while he made the excuse that he was jogging(and you teased him for stalking you), the soft evening breeze flowing through you and Tobio as you hold your gaze with his. His eyes are different when they're with you; it's like he's let down most of his walls and is completely bare—the most vulnerable he can be as he looks down at you. You are too, but you always have been this way. You're easily swayed by compliments and kind gestures, but it takes Kageyama time to lay his trust within the hands of someone new. And that's what makes this expression of his so extraordinary, the way his night-sky colored eyes hold a twinkle in them like a sole star in the middle of a solar system. The way his lids are crinkled, softening his powerful gaze to an extent where you can see his tranquility. You aren't speaking to him, and neither is he speaking to you, but your eyes are communicating in ways no one could possibly imagine.

You don't want to break the silence, and you can tell he doesn't either. But you're taken by surprise when you find yourself leaning in with him, your foreheads almost touching as his hands find your cheeks. His eyes are closed, so are yours, and then your lips are crashing with his. He doesn't kiss you for long, because his heart is beating ten times as fast when he does. He's blushing so hard that he's sure he's radiating his warmth like the sun. He pulls away, and you don't open your eyes as he holds your face in his calloused hands.

"Come on. Let's get you home," he says.

The walk back home is quiet, but you know many words are being left unsaid as you hold hands in the dark of the night as he drops you at the entrance of your home. He expects you to go inside without saying anything but is left in anticipation when you stand there, tapping your foot impatiently against the pavement and looking up at your window. You're meekly looking at him, and he notices. His heart melts when you mumble, "I've waited long for you to do that."

"I have too," he sighs contently, smiling to himself. You untangle his hand from yours, blushing as you say, "I know. Good night, Tobio."

When your front door closes, Tobio smiles triumphantly, mumbling a small "yes!" as he makes a fist with his hand mid-air. He feels like he's floating on a horizon, with nothing but the blue sky decorated with white clouds and clear water beneath him. He walks home, the happiness fueling his demeanor with a small vigor as he skips a few stairs while going up to his room. The smile doesn't leave his face as he feels his heart beat faster, ringing in his ears as he changes into a white shirt and shorts to fall asleep—all while thinking of you.

That was his and your first kiss, he thinks. He feels giddy like a school-girl, awaiting your call. He’s tapping his foot restlessly(a habit he picked up from you) as he stares at the stars in the sky while thinking of you. Everything feels blurred into one; the stars in the dark canvas known as the sky, his first kiss with you, the way he meets you everyday at six in the morning, the way you walk to school with him right after he’s done.

He's cut off from his thoughts because the phone buzzes on the nightstand, and it lights up with a photo of you soon after. He feels even more serendipitous—as if on a high as he immediately picks up the call. You're giggling when he does, and your voice is like music to his ears as you say, "Did you get home safely?"

"Yes," he sighs out, smiling as he plops onto his bed, looking at the white ceiling as if the most abstract painting was framed there. He can feel you smile as you smally respond, "I'm glad. I'm trying to sleep but I can't."

And as quickly as he could, he replies, "I can't either."

He spends hours on that call with you. Your voice growing softer and more adorable as you talk about something you'd learned about volleyball or as you tell him how well he played in his last match, and louder as you laugh after he cracks an unfunny joke. You're content like this; you could stay this way for the longest time if you could, dragging this very night out to the ends of the Earth. It's just you and Kageyama Tobio against the world, hand-in-hand as you melt in one another's palms. You can see that the room isn't completely dark anymore, it feels a tad brighter than it was minutes ago. You turn in your position, looking at the window and you see the sky changing its course slowly from navy to a baby blue.

"Tobio, can I ask you a question?" your heart fluttering in your chest as your deep breaths become quicker by the second. He hums, his voice a little tired from staying up all night yet he continues nonetheless, "Do you... love me?"

Oh, he thinks. He smiles, immediately opening his mouth to say yes but he stops. The bet—of all the times it could've popped into his mind, why now? Why now, just when he was about to profess his love to you, it had to come back to torment him so he could drown in guilt once again? His pause reels you back, a nasty feeling in your stomach until you hear his voice again.

"You mean so much to me, it's scary," he chuckles, "I'm scared you're too good for me. That you'll leave me one day because you might find someone better. You deserve better and sometimes I feel like I'm only holding you back from someone who could make you so much happier. I don't want to lose you, and at the same time, I can't see you without that smile on your face."

"I won't."

"You won't what?" he asks, his eyes barely staying open as he forces himself to stay awake. His heart warms up as soon as you reply with, "I won't ever leave."

"I'm glad to hear that," he says, "Crap, it's morning."

"It is," you hum, "Don't you have to go jogging?"

"I won't go today. The only excuse I have for my normal route is you, and you, are going to sleep now," he retorts, causing you to narrow your eyes as you retort, "I have to water the roses."

“Oh shut up, the roses won’t die if you don’t water them for one day.”

The fortune in his hand makes him stop in his tracks today.

Hurting those close to you will only leave you feeling empty and them heartbroken.

He thinks to himself if all his milk cartons are rigged. If someone printed these on solely for Kageyama because it seems like a perfect fit for him. If he remembers correctly, when he first met you, the carton said something along the lines of not being scared to let people in. Kageyama's heart beats faster as he walks back into class, sitting next to you after recess. He's somber; eyes staying focused on his lap or his fingers as he stays unusually quiet next to you. You raise a brow questioningly, but pay it no mind—even though you know that something is wrong, you're forced to let it go when the teacher walks into the class.

The teacher up front begins his lesson as your eyes keep glancing at Tobio to see if his grim expression has changed. It seems as though there's a lot on his mind, but you can't read him today. You've never seen him like this; he seems as if he's in a daze, and is clueless as to what's happening. You furrow your brows, pausing just a bit before continuing to write your notes. And then, an idea pops into your head. You swiftly tear out a bit of the last page of your notebook and write on it before passing it to Kageyama.

You look sick. Are you okay?

There's a faint smile on his face, but it fades away as quickly as it appeared. You frown but wait diligently for his reply. He, on the other hand, is scared. His teammates knew of his predicament, but what if you find out from one of them? You're bound to know at some point—after all, you can read him like an open book. You're going to find out one way or another, and he can't help but dread that day.

You, funnily enough, were his closest friend. He couldn't lose you, of all people. More so than him, you could understand him like the back of your hand. He really appreciated you; from how you could always tell what was going on in his mind, to how you knew what would cheer him up best. And just for that reason, he finds himself falling more and more, but he also finds himself thinking that he could never tell you the truth.

Thanks for the compliment. I'm fine.

You smile almost immediately when he slides the piece of paper over to you. You think it's probably something related to volleyball—it usually is. Just last week, he was trying his hardest to perfect a serve, but he couldn't do it because his toss always seemed sketchy. Eventually, he did it, but he was quite dull before. He'd smile less, talk a little less, walk just a tad slower. Yet somehow, the way he is now, seems different. Like it's something else entirely that's bothering him. Something completely unrelated to things like volleyball, or how his favorite flavor ran out in the vending machine.

You almost want to ask him what it is. It seems serious to you—the way he refuses to meet your gaze, and how he taps his finger on his desk continuously. He keeps looking away from you after sneaking in a glance, and something tells you that whatever he's stressing over concerns you.

The day passes within a blink.

"[L/N]-san!" you hear a cheery voice behind you as you head towards the gym. You stop in your tracks, turning around as you see Hinata. He waves as he runs up to you, asking where you're headed.

"I have to drop this off for Tobio and tell him I'm heading home early," you mumble, holding up a paper bag that Hinata presumes has milk and or meat buns in it. You make small conversation with the middle blocker, inquiring how practice has been going and replying to him whenever he asks a question. You almost find yourself asking him if he knows about Kageyama's off-putting mood, but you stop because you're almost at the gym when you hear someone say, "You should stop it with [Y/N]."

Your eyes widen, as you stand in your tracks. Hinata stops just next to you, his eyes frantically searching yours as you stand there, continuing to listen to the conversation taking place inside. He opens his mouth to speak, but you stop him, putting up a hand with a sad smile plastered on your face. He nods, standing there beside you as the people inside the gym continue talking. Yachi speaks this time, "They deserve to know the truth, you know."

"What? I just go up to them and say 'Hey [Y/N], remember when I asked you out? Yeah, that was a dare I took up to prove I'm not a sore loser, will you forgive me'? Do you realize how dumb any of this is?" Tobio retorts. Your hand reaches up to your mouth, covering it as if you were going to cry any moment now. Hinata reaches out a hand and places it on your shoulder, rubbing circles on your back. You feel the tears flowing now; hot salty water streaming down your cheeks as you bite your tongue to remain as silent as you could be. The tangerine-haired boy looks at you with an emotion that's almost like pity, which makes you feel even more, lack for a better word, disgusted. You push the paper bag in you'd been clutching ever-so-tightly in your hand towards his chest, and you walk away once he takes it from you. You're quiet, but he can see that you're not at all fine. You walk faster now, taking longer strides towards your home and as swiftly as you could.

(You don't care that your legs hurt, you just want to be away from everything.)

As soon as you reach the front door of your house, you slam it shut behind you. Your back up against it as tears now freely fall, your chest heaves up and down as you close your eyes. You feel yourself slowly slide down to the floor, knees hugging your chest as you wrap your hands around them. It's hard to hide it now, how your cries get louder slowly. It's hard to not show that you're hurting, it's hard to keep it all in like you did just around fifteen minutes ago in front of Hinata. It's hard—it's just... hard. What were you supposed to do other than cry now, anyway?

Your shoulders fall into a slump as you feel yourself sinking more into the floor, the rug underneath your feet soft yet cold to touch. Your breath is shaky as your quiet sobs become the only thing you can hear anymore. You close your eyes shut, tightening until you can see mindless patterns in the dark.

You can picture it still—the way his lips melted against yours, the way he nuzzles his head in the nape of your neck when he's too tired to talk, so he just sips on the milk carton and hums to whatever you're saying(you know for a fact he's listening, because he brings it up the very next day, telling you if you've done something wrong and giving you his own opinions on the matter). He used to listen and take your side wholeheartedly whenever you talked to him about any problems you'd had, he'd cheer you up when you were sad or angry but then later on when you had cooled down, he'd show you where you had gone wrong. And although he made fun of you, he'd remind you how pretty you were later on(and apologize if he had offended you, which would end with you ruffling his hair and telling him you'd already known). He offers to walk with you to places he doesn't even need to be near, just so he could spend more time with you(he'd openly admitted it when you were teasing him once).

Kageyama Tobio was many things—and passionate, was one of them. Liar, however, was not. So how did he manage to keep it in for so long? Why did he do it in the first place?

And just then, you hear a knock at your door, snapping you out of your daze. You almost gasp as you stand up, dusting off your knees before you open the door meekly. There he stands, his despondent blue eyes stare back at you with somewhat of a desperate expression. You almost close the door, when he places his hand on it and stands there. He closes and opens his mouth like a fish as if trying to speak but not being able to find the right words. There are again, many things being left unsaid between the two of you, as he lets out a shaky exhale. He begins then, "I-I know you probably don't want to listen to what I have to say—"

"Then why are you here?"

"—but I'm going to have to ask you to hear me out anyway."

Your lips form into a thin line as your eyes bore into his. You can tell he's trying his best, so somehow you find yourself giving in as you stand there, your door open wide and your hands at your sides. You don't understand why you're freely letting him talk—maybe it's the fact that you do truly love him, or the fact that you're still hoping to God that whatever you heard was just a lie. A prank, maybe?

"I liked you. I-I mean I like you. I still like you and I always liked you," he says, waving his hands around in the air as he talks, "I used to like you when that stupid blondie dared me to date someone... anyone by the time our last year ends."

"W-why are you telling me this?"

"Because you deserved to know on the very first day, and I was a coward, so I didn't dare tell you," he looks up from his shoes, taking one step closer to you as he continues, "I was scared that you, someone who I actually had a crush on, would leave after hearing the truth even if I did have feelings for you."

You stumble back, air caught in your throat as tears threaten to spill once more. It feels as if there's a leak in the ceiling, and water's dripping due to heavy rain and you've left a bucket to collect it so no one falls and hits their head. But the bucket is so full that it's just about to tip over and overflow; the bottom lid of your eye is the bucket, and your tears are the overlooked raindrops about to inundate.

"I couldn't actually ask you to be with me because I was scared to, so I did it on a dare instead," he dryly chuckled as if scorning himself for what he did, "I think it was a confidence-boost."

He smiles to himself sadly, a dolorous expression spreading across his features until you say, "So why are you here?"

(You're yearning to hear his reply. Your heart's thumping as fast as it can, and you're sure you can hear it in your eardrums too.)

A gust of wind passes through the doorway at just the right time as he takes one last step to finally be close enough to you so he can caress your cheek. His calloused hands are still somehow soft as he looks into your eyes, a lot of words being left unsaid yet again until he begins once more, "Remember that night, when you asked me if I loved you, but I didn't exactly say yes or no?"

You blink, peering at his features as if it's the last time you'll see him. His sharp, yet prominent, blue eyes that admirably complemented his raven hair. The narrow and slender nose that was bridged perfectly between his lush salmon-colored lips. You bask in all of it as if you'll never get to be in his arms like this ever again. And then, you nod, eager to hear the rest of his sentence.

He takes in a shaky breath, "I was scared to say yes."

In this very moment, you don't know whether to smile or cry into his chest—whether it's all a dream or none of it is, because it feels surreal. You're almost eighteen, the senior year of your high school is about to end and you're leaving for Tokyo in just a few months for university, yet all of the events unfolding right in front of your eyes feel like something out of a romance book.

He was a complete stranger when you started off at Karasuno High—someone you were curious about because of all the whispers and rumors amongst the students about his talents. Someone who you were genuinely interested in until you met him by a vending machine to buy milk, and like the most interesting book in the world, he only drew you closer and closer. Page after page, you kept trying to know him, and becoming his friend seemed troublesome until it didn't. You laughed with him, cried with him, shared your stories with him, and went to his volleyball matches just to see him win every single time. You supported him with tears and encouragement of your own when he lost at nationals in freshman year, you helped him with training and stayed by his side in his second year, and now, after he's third in the whole nation—it feels so incomprehensible.

Yet somehow, it's all real. He's standing right in front of you, with one single tear falling out of his eye as the wind picks up its pace and you choke out a sob, but it's a happy one. A surreal one.

"You're an idiot, you know that?"

"Only for you."

"And Kageyama Tobio does the impossible with another perfect setter dump, winning the match for the Schweiden Adlers once more! The teammates are all crowding around him, running to the court as they all hug one another after yet another excellent match!"

You smile at the television before you, sipping on a carton of strawberry milk that you'd picked up at the train station after work. It's a shame you had to watch the highlights instead of the actual live footage because of a late shift, but it's all good. They replay his last dump a couple of times, showing a different angle each time and slowing it down to show how impeccable and unexpected that move was. The other team looks shocked in each close-up, and a signature content smile rests on his face right after the match ends. The lock on the front door clicks, causing you to look behind you and see the one and only, Kageyama Tobio walking in with a paper bag and a suitcase. He smiles thoughtlessly, placing the paper bag on the counter in haste as he closes the door and walks to the couch next to you.

"Hey, you," he smiles, plopping down next to you. He wraps his arm around you, his tired yet full of energy demeanor making a giggle escape your lips. You look over, brushing a bit of hair away from his eyes as you ask, "How was the flight?"

"I'm so used to it that I don't even get jet lag anymore," he jokes, "Oh, you're watching the highlights!"

"Yeah, I couldn't get home in time for the actual match because of work. But, I made it here just in time for the highlights from the match," you threw him a saccharine smile before standing up and walking to the kitchen, throwing your petite pastel pink carton into the trash bin. You look up to meet his gaze, and let out an airy chuckle before opening the fridge and asking, "Care for a peasantry strawberry milk, Mr. Kageyama Tobio, Setter for the Schweiden Adlers?"

And before he can reply, you exclaim, “And ooh! Your fortune says that arriving home and staying in the arms of your beloved will make your day infintely better.”

"Those fortunes sometimes really do creep me out. Oh, can I also get a kiss and some cuddles too? If you may,” he laughs along as you walk towards the couch and sit down. You raise an eyebrow and give him a thin-lipped smile as you hand him the drink and a straw, saying, “You’re an idiot, you know that?”

“Only for you.”

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kkusuka · 3 years

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Haikyuu poly headcannons!! <33

Pairs: Kageyama & Hinata, Oikawa & Iwaizumi, Ushijima & Tendo, Sakusa & Atsumu, Kurro & Kenma, and finally Bokuto & Akaashi.

part 2

Sfw AND Nsfw

Slight time skip spoilers!!!

let me know what you want to see next

word count: 2.6K I got a bit carried away. lol

FEMALE READER

Kageyama Tobio and Hinata Shoyo

Sfw

It's a constant fight for attention

They are polar opposites, Hinata is warm and energetic while Kageyama is confused and awkward, but they both love you so much it hurts.

How you got together was kind of a funny story, you and Hinata knew each other from middle school and reconnected when you met at a local mall in tokyo. So when you and Hinata started hanging out more he couldn't help but brag to Kageyama about it, which led to him wanting to meet you and thus began the year long fight for your love.

You couldn't choose between them so they came to the decision that they would just share you!

Your dynamics are pretty simple, you spend as much time with whoever is not at practice at the time, lucky they have two completely different practice schedules, Hinata in the morning and Kageyama in the afternoon.

That meant cuddling with Kags in the morning and cooking lunch with Hinata in the afternoon.

You guys also have a weekly date night! You have a rotation of who gets to choose what they want to do.

Unsurprisingly Hinata likes volleyball inspired dates, but he also likes the movie and picnic dates!

Kageyama is a bit more romantic, shockingly (he read a dating book), like romantic dinners and late night walks , shopping, anything to see you happy.

They also love anything you want to do, stay in? They make popcorn for movies. Dinner? Where, what and when should they make a reservation.

They are literally so whipped for you.

Nsfw

Oh~ ho ho~

I am a firm believer that these two are switches.

Hinata is a bit more submissive than Kags (for the most part), but he has his moments.

And i have this thing where Kags makes you and Hinata fuck while he watches biut votgh of you are power bottoms.

Toys toys toys

I'm talking double ended dildos and vibrators galore.

Punishments are usually for Hinata and consist of you riding Kags while he watches, and its absolute torture.

They also have nights where they have you alone and those are sweet and romantic, rose petals and candles.

It's never boring <33

“Tobio, doesn't she look so pretty?”

“God Shoyo you’ll cum in your pants if you grind like that”

“ go fuck yourself on the fucking dldo like a slut”

Oikawa Tooru and Iwaizumi Hajime

Sfw

There are two ways that this happened

1. You grew up with them and slowly fell in love through your life, and you all got together in highschool

2. You met Oikawa in Argentina, literally fell in love at first sight, stars in your eyes. This led to him bringing you back to Japan, which led to you meeting “Iwa-chan” (who looked much more beautiful in person). After hanging out everyday for about 3 weeks Oikawa bright up the idea of sharing

And here you are!

You guys are all similar but you share personal things with each boy

With oikawa you have the obsession with aliens and you too even have a beauty routine that you do every night before bed.

With Iwaizumi you, of course, make fun of Oikawa at every waking moment. But! You also do all different kinds of exercise with him. You have a monthly yoga class and a swim aerobics program every other tuesday!

These two spoil you so much it's ridiculous.

Perfumes, jewelry, clothes and even gaming things.

They will get you anything even if you don't want it (and they are rolling in cash so it doesn't really matter.)

Nsfw

Iwaizumi rules the bedroom.

And as much as Oikawa pretends to be the top, he falls apart the second you kiss him neck.

Favorite position?

Simple. It can go two ways.

Oikawa laying on his back, Iwa fuking him into heaven and you sitting on his face OR you on your stomach ass up with Iwa between your legs and Oikawa's dick in your mouth.

The only real times Oikawa is in you is when Iwazumi wants to see both of you be pathetic sluts, or when Oikawa is being punished, mostly cockwarming while he is tied and not able to thrust in you.

Double penetration?

Your punishment.

Whine and cry all you want neither of them are slowing down, this is really the only time Oikawa is dominant in the bedroom

“Aw, Tooru, look at her! So pathetic!”

“You look like two whores trying to fuck, Harder brats”

“Oh! Iwa her throat gets tighter when you do that!”

Ushijima Wakatoshi and Tendo Satori

Sfw

Oh bby how did you get so lucky?

You have the best of both worlds!

Tendo, who you can joke around and cook with.

And Ushijima, your pillar and voice of reason.

This relationship was 100% started by Tendo. No question. He saw you and decided right then and there that you were his, and what kind of best friend would he be if he didn't share with Wakatoshi!

Thank god you were willing to do this, it would have Broken Satori AND Wakatoshis heart :((

This WAS the best decision of your life.

Your first date as a threesome was so cute, it started with walking around tokyo and you stopped and ate in a small cafe. You begged them to pay and they didn't let you so this became a game to see if you could ever find a way to pay before them.(you're still failing to this day)

After the cafe they took you to a small beach that had a little volleyball net set up. Insert uwus here

They taught you how to play, the basics if you didn't already know, and you guys played around until it was 2am

All of your dates are different but they either end like that or cuddling on the couch wachting movies. OR you know ;))

Nsfw

UHHH there are two ways this could go.

You being absolutely ruined by these two. Both being pretty big, they easily overpower you.

Tendo also has the obsession with being in your ass while ushijima rips your poor pussy apart.

Sadist tendo also makes a slight appearance, not letting yu cum for hours then making you cum over and over and over again

Mr. Tendo controls what you and Toshi do!

Trust me Wakatoshi is still controlling you every waking second, but having Tendo tell him what to do (being slightly unaware of what to do anyway) gets him off just as much as you.

And when he’s feeling more adventurous, Tendo has kept you and Ushijima on literal leashes at his feet while he just chilled out. (i literally love this so much-)

You guys do a lot of exploring!

“Harder Toshi, the slut can take it”

“” we don't have enough dicks to fill all your holes”

“Satori! Please!” “Shhh, floor whores don't get to talk”

Sakusa Kiyoomi and Miya Atsumu

My #2 pair

DAMN, i can't even put how whipped they are for you in words.

You defiantly knew Sakusa first.

You two met in the supermarket, much to his displeasure he had to shop for himself, it was the classic strangers to lovers trope

You both reached for the same countertop cleaner!

To both of your shock you touched his hand and immediately started to apologize to him (he couldn't even reply because he was so stunned by your beauty)

He snapped back and started to interrogate you about what cleaning products you use, you both didn't even realize how much time passed with you just talking about how you clean.

Eventually you exchanged numbers and texted almost all day.

This led to him texting you back every chance he had during practice breaks, but he never told you he was a professional volleyball players AND happened to be on one of the top teams in the country, (you found out when he randomly followed you on instagram)

Eventually he got sloppy and Atsumu looked at his phone and found your number! Aren't you lucky ;) almost immediately after he started to question Sakusa about you

Who is she?

Where did you meet?

Is she pretty?

Gimmie her number Omi, i wanna know her too!

Eventually Atsumu just stole his phone and started to non-stop call you.

“Uh Kiyo? This guy keeps calling me and asking me questions about you.”

“Ignore it”

It got so bad that when you officially met atsumu he had followed Sakusa to your meeting spot, and you hit it off! (much to Kiyoomi’s disdain)

After a few months, and a lot of talks, all three of you entered a relationship!

Your dynamic was great! You were clean like Sakusa and fun like Atsumu!

Perfect!

Another spoiling group, it's like they just know what you want. It doesn't even matter what you think :// no take backs :))

Plus you have girl time when they are at practice, a good time to plan surprises ;)

You even got Atsumu into skin and hair care (kiyoomi approves)

You are literally perfect (and the hottest couple in the planet)

Nsfw

Sakusa is in control.

No question.

He wants ti fuck you? Done.

He wants to watch you play with yourself. Already rubbing circles on your clit.

He wants you to ride Atsumu until you squirt? You're bouncing on Atsumu Cumming and cumming.

Believe it or not Sakusa AND Atsumu love messy blowjobs, seeing you slobber all over yourself and their cocks is the most beautiful thing to them.

Atsumu also has the dirtiest most vulgar mouth on earth, will not spare your feelings one bit.

But that doesn't even measure up to how Kiyoomi speaks to you. He has no shame is telling you that they are going to let everyone on the team fuck you senseless.

Sakusa also loves to punish you and Atsumu for literally anything, he will tie you to each other and put vibrators in your holes and just watch you two desperately grind on each other to get relief that just won't come.

(they both love to ruin your orgasm too)

“Go Whore i know you can bounce faster than that”

“Look at her Omi! Isnt she the best little cumdump? Yes you are! Yes you are!” (pls he treats you like a pet)

“Hey Miya. Wouldn't shugo just love to have her on her knees for him? I think we should let her sometime”

I would do anything for these two-

Kuroo Tetsuro and Kozume Kenma

Oh? You're the most spoiled pet in the world?

You definitely grew up together, aka you've had both of them wrapped around your finger since you were 8.

You guys probably started dating after you accidentally let it slip that you were in love with the both of them.

After you all confessed and talked for hours, you were officially dating!

Not much has changed, but they were more affectionate and loving and more physical with you.

Your dates are really random, all the varying schedule and all.

They take you to anime cafes and gaming cafes and ALL the different cafes.

They always tell you you don't have to work but you feel bad so you started a makeup channel on youtube! And of course you were a sensation!

You and Kenma make little collab videos and were voted as the cutest couple of the year!

But that doesn't1 mean you aren't involved in Kuroos life just as much!

You help him get ready every morning, he just “can't” tie his tie even after doing it since highschool.

You make him a unique bento everyday!

You even buy him little chemistry sets whenever you see that a new model was released!

Plus living with two cuddle bugs is a dream for any girl ;)

Nsfw

The way that both of them are into cockwarming-

Whenever Kenma is not streaming he wants you to sit on his cock, just be a good kitten and do it.

No worries! Between rounds he'll start to pound you for as long as he can, but it's never enough for you to cum :// too bad you'll just have to wait until he’s done, or when Kuroo some home.

With Kuroo it's usually when he is doing more work in his home office. This is pure torture.

He won’t even pay attention to you until HE wants to cum.

To add on to that neither of them are afraid of fucking you infront of people.

Kenma has no fear of keeping you at his feet while he streams so you can suck him off whenever he wants.

One time he was on a zoom call with his PR team and they had no idea you were deepthroating his cock under where the camera could see.

Kuroo is the worst with this too, he’ll start fucking you when he knows he ahs a work call in a few minutes, so in the middle of fucking he’ll just answer the phone and make you shut up :((

Both of them together? You’re fucked. (literally haha)

Kenma a bottom , 100%, just not as much as you.

Sex mostly means kuroo fucking you and sucking kenma off.

“I wonder if everyone would still follow you if they knew what a slut you are”

“Kitten you have to be quiet for Daddy now, this call is important”

“Look at that kenma, she’s cumming all over the place while drooling all over you!”

Bokuto Kotaro and Akaashi Keji

The owl nest? Yes Ma’am.

You were akaashis girlfriend first, but that meant you were practically dating Bokuto anyway.

Akaashi? He loved it, you were just so cute when you tled to Kotaro!

When he got excited, you got excited and you were just the cutest two babies in the world!

The way you would talk for hours about nonsense and laugh about the stupidest things.

Slowly but surely Akaashi braugh Bokuto into the relationship, and you had no objections!

It started with small things like movie nights that turned into sleepovers that became full dates!

Dates? Oh man you go on one almost every night!

The movies! Bookstores! Restaurants!

Even to the volleyball gym.

Sometimes Akaashi takes you to Bokuto’s games and you two just Cheer your lungs out!

This seems crazy but one time on your anniversary that took you to an owl farm!

It was probably the funnest night of your life, and that was it all three of you knew that this was how you wanted to spend the rest of your lives.

Nsfw

Bokuto might be the driving force but Akaashi is the real mastermind behind the bedroom life.

Sex mostly includs being railed by Bokuto for hours while Akaashi whispers sweet praises in your ears, telling you how good your gtaking Bokuto.

Akaashi is also a firm believer in punishing people with toys,aka Bokuto getting ahead of himself and ignoring Akaashis commands which lands him tied up and a vibrator pressed to his sild until his orgass are dry :)

Of course you are no better, cumming before your told or vene worse masterbating without permission.

That lands you with a bunny vibrator, unable to move and just watching as Akasshi fucks Bokuto with your favorite dildo :(

But if you'd just listen this would have never happened, just promise not to do it again!

“Keji please, pease, wanna cum s-so bad”

“Gee, you're just sucking him in huh? After all this time you still want more!”

“You are just the prettiest little thing huh.”

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tooruluv · 3 years

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Hajime Iwaizumi x F!Reader

❝ enemies, as well as lovers, come to resemble each other over a period of time ❞

description: your feud with hajime iwaizumi only escalated throughout your years at hogwarts; whether it was on the quidditch field or who would be the first to sit down in class, there always seemed to be some sort of raging competition between you two.

genre: hogwarts!au, angst, enemies to lovers, slow burn, rivals, gryffindor quidditch keeper iwaizumi, slytherin quidditch captain f!reader

word count: 5.5k

warnings/notes: swearing, lots of angst, small depictions of violence, mentions of alcohol and drinking, not proof read im so sorry although i am an avid believer than both iwa and oikawa would be slytherins, i wanted to play with the idea of them being gryffindors, which actually makes sense when you think hard about it hfklhfd anyway! please enjoy!

part of a hogwarts collab ! collab masterlist posted here ! tysm to the wonderful @rintsuru for hosting <3

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You could feel his presence from across the dining hall, immediately dowsing you in a raging hatred that you only reserved for him. His arrogance mocked you as he basically danced into the Great Hall bathed in compliments.

The Gryffindor quidditch team won against Ravenclaw the night before. You didn’t know why he had all of the glory... he wasn’t even the captain. Being keeper had its perks, you guessed.

You rolled your eyes and focused your attention to your food. You tried not to stab the plate as you heard the varying praises to the boy in red and gold. “Congrats, Iwa!” and “That last block was brilliant!” nearly made you want to choke.

Hajime Iwaizumi was simply not someone who deserved such compliments. He was vile, annoying, and did everything in his limited power to poke and prod at every single one of your nerves. You used to ignore your burning hatred that you harbored for him; but late in your second year, you had let it all out.

And, as it turned out, he wasn’t quite fond of you either.

It had been years since then, yet the feelings remained the same. It was just the start of your sixth year and you already wanted to gouge his eyes out with the pointy end of your fork.

Tooru Oikawa caught your gaze and sent you a cheeky smile. You wished that you could hate the captain as much as his keeper, but you only let your hatred for him simmer for so long. He was quite fun when he wasn’t next to the little shit.

“Just wait for next week when you verse Slytherin! You’re sure to win!” a small Gryffindor told them.

“I wouldn’t be too sure.” You said, perhaps a bit too loudly. You lacked volume control, after all.

“What was that, Slytherin?” Iwaizumi turned to you. His gaze was fire on your skin and you wanted nothing but to catch him aflame as well.

“Your arrogance and cockiness proceeds even you.” You said, voice monotone and venomous against the recent silence at your speech. “I wouldn’t be too sure of your success.”

“Say that again after the match.” Iwaizumi turned back to accept another compliment and find a place to sit at his house’s table.

You wondered if you would get expelled if an apple happened to launch out of your hands and land on the back of his head.

Late in your second year, you had enough of Hajime Iwaizumi.

The both of you were in a silent competition the minute you were introduced to each other in your first year. It was never anything serious, just two eleven year olds who liked to be at the top.

It wasn’t until your second year that you started to feel genuine distaste for him. You had buried the thought of “hate” for a long time, masking it to be annoyance and opposition.

The hatred was much deeper than a surface burn.

It was during charms class that you finally snapped.

It was not more than the simple mutter of his breath. It was a mispronunciation of the spell and the tap of his wand against the table that made you lose your control.

“Hajime! Can you please, for the love of Merlin, shut the fuck up!” The harsh language created a tense silence through the classroom. No twelve year old had the balls to curse that hard in front of that many people, including a professor. “If you are going to be an idiot, at least try to hide it.”

Hajime Iwaizumi turned in his seat to face you, irritation and vexation easily overpowering his shock.

“Funny that you’re saying that.” He said.

“You’re so ridiculous.” You rolled your eyes. “Oh, I’m Hajime Iwaizumi and I am a perfect student that can’t even properly pronounce a simple spell! But that doesn’t matter because guess who’s a keeper for the quidditch team when I’m only a second year!! I am perfect!! Literally no one likes you.”

“Trust me, no one likes you either.”

No one meaning, and translating to, I don’t.

Just to show off, you easily cast the charm that he had failed. Charms was your strong subject, so you only needed to say the spell and flick your wand before turning your attention back to him.

He was nearly smoking from his ears, he was both embarrassed and livid.

You waved to Kei Tsukishima as you caught his gaze from the side of the hall. He was a fellow Slytherin and a good friend, though neither of you would admit that to each other.

He nodded as his greeting. He shoved his book back into his bag as you made your way to his side.

“Hey, Tsukki.” You said. “I wasn’t expecting to see you until practice tomorrow.”

“Yeah, I’m waiting for Yamaguchi.” He turned his body to lean against the wall. “We’re going to Hogsmeade today.”

“No invitation?”

He sighed. “Would you like to join us, Captain?”

“I was joking, no need to sound so enthusiastic.” You chuckled. As you started to speak again, Tadashi Yamaguchi left the classroom the two of you stood outside of. He smiled at you, his green and white reflecting off of his eyes.

“Captain!” Yamaguchi greeted, putting an arm around your shoulder. “Are you coming to Hogsmeade with us?”

“Be careful, the idiots are coming.” Tsukishima interrupted and warned, motioning over your shoulder.

You turned around to find Oikawa and Iwaizumi walking next to each other, laughing about something only the two of them knew. You had to hold back from making a comment.

“Yoohoo!” Tooru Oikawa caught your eye. You sighed and turned back to your fellow Slytherins, sharing a look.

“Hello, Tooru.” You felt him beside you before you looked.

You purposely didn’t look at Iwaizumi.

“We’re celebrating our win tonight, you guys should join!” Oikawa invited. You heard Iwaizumi’s exhale of frustration, but you only rolled your eyes in an attempt to ignore his presence.

“You want a group of Slytherins hanging out with you, celebrating your win, when we go against you in less than a week?” Tsukishima spoke up. He moved off of the wall. “No thanks. Come, Yamaguchi. Let’s go.”

Yamaguchi waved goodbye and followed his best friend down the hall. You pivoted to fully face the two Gryffindors.

“I’ll come.” You said, mainly out of spite.

Tooru Oikawa was naturally outgoing. He was the captain of the Gryffindor quidditch team, a flirt, and all together a pretty chill person. You didn’t mind calling him a friend, despite the vast differences between you two.

One vast difference being his best friend.

Which is why you found yourself next to him as soon as you entered the Gryffindor party. The cascades of burgundy and gold created a deep atmosphere in the hidden room, lights dancing along the dark walls and the smell of various alcohols filled the air. It was a Gryffindor party, that much was true.

You were one of the very few Slytherins that occupied the room. Your eyes caught sight of only a couple, most of them much younger than you and just happy to be at one of their first few parties.

“Oi, a snake has crawled into the winner’s common room.” Oikawa joked as he handed you a can. You accepted.

“A snake in a lion’s den, I wonder who will win.” You quipped.

“The lion, for sure.”

“I wouldn’t be too sure. Snakes can eat things 100 percent their size.” You raised a brow and opened your can.

“Hm,” Oikawa looked over his shoulder and called out for someone you didn’t see. “Hey! Who do you think would win, a lion or a snake?”

“A lion obviously.” It was Hajime Iwaizumi.

You let out a groan, immediately losing your sense of humor. “Ah, you’ll see in less than a week.”

“I don’t think I will.” Iwaizumi said, stoic and annoyed. “This win was only one of few.”

“I suggest you just celebrate this win.” You took a sip. “Because I don’t think the losing team would like to come to the winner’s party.”

“That just means I will not be seeing you, which is a grand idea.”

It was the time of year just before winter, where the air starts to cool but the sun still warms your skin. You took a breath and held your broom at your side.

It was near minutes before the anticipated game against Gryffindor, and you could hear the crowds already. The rivalry between your houses was something that everyone enjoyed; the rivalry between you and their keeper was all you.

“Alright team.” You pivoted to the team behind you. “We’re playing Serpent first; and if we don’t get any points within the first two minutes, I’ll hold up the signal for Green. Got it?”

“Got it.”

You had a pretty well-rounded team in your honest opinion. Tsukishima was perfect as your keeper, he was never one to let anything get past him. Your chasers included you, Yamaguchi, and another girl named Yui Michimiya. You had the Miya twins for beaters. And, rather recently, you gained a new seeker named Tobio Kageyama. The same age as your keeper, but only wanted to join quidditch out of hate for the Gryffindor seeker (and who were you to deny that?).

The Gryffindor team was not one to mess with, they had a nice team too. Iwaizumi as the keeper, the Idiots Nishinoya and Tanaka as beaters, their new seeker Shoyo Hinata... but the problem was their chasers: Oikawa, Kiyoko Shimizu, and Wakatoshi Ushijima. They were so quick on their brooms, it was like working against wind.

Today was no day to lose.

“It’s our first official match of the year.” You encouraged. “Let’s show them who not to mess with.”

“Let’s absolutely destroy them.” Atsumu added.

You grinned.

As you headed towards the field, you could feel the adrenaline creeping into your bones. Quidditch had become routine, simple muscle memory as you moved to your starting positions.

The Gryffindor team appeared, and you felt the excitement enter you in a rush of air.

In the air, Hajime Iwaizumi felt at peace. He was very good at what he did, and he knew that, and the game was something he was passionate about.

He was also passionate about beating you.

You were the bane of his existence. You had never once sent him anything other than something bitter or sarcastic. You were an annoying pest that he simply couldn’t get rid of.

And as you threw the Quaffle into the goal just above his head, Iwaizumi felt his eye twitch.

Slytherin won, Tobio Kageyama’s hand high with the Snitch inside.

You watched in triumph as the teams descended on the brooms. From the skies down, you cheered.

“Congrats, Slytherin.” Oikawa said, though his tone was bitter and sour.

You knew that he hated losing, so you didn’t push it. He was a friend, after all. Sending him just a small “I’m sorry you didn’t win” smile, you headed to your team. You gathered them into a hug, or rather-- a huddle, and ruffled the hair on Kageyama’s head.

You peeked over your shoulder to catch sight of Iwaizumi. He was standing, hands at his sides, red face and eyes blank of any expression other than anger.

You smirked at him.

Hajime Iwaizumi was on the other side of the victory this time, silently brooding as he picked at his food in the Great Hall. The Gryffindor table emitted zero volume.

He was pissed off the second you entered the hall, Kei Tsukishima and Tadashi Yamaguchi walking beside you. The green and white seemed to glow, mocking him in the worst way imaginable.

Oikawa tried to bring his attention back to the food, but Iwaizumi was focused primarily on you. You were gloating, relishing in his loss, taking delight in the compliments from your house. A Hufflepuff appeared at your side, and you smiled as you thanked them for their congratulations.

He felt sick.

You could not help but drown yourself in the triumph. You walked on air, the feeling of superiority tickling every inch of skin it could touch.

You waved goodbye to a couple of friends, heading directly to the Gryffindor table. You placed your hands on Oikawa and Iwaizumi’s shoulders, leaning to place your head right between theirs.

“I suppose the snake beats the lion.” You sent a wink to Iwaizumi, knowing full well how it would provoke him.

“Fuck off.” Iwaizumi shoved your hand off of his shoulder.

“Go receive your praise at the Slytherin table.” Oikawa shooed, fork in hand. “You won’t find it here.”

“Sore losers.” You mocked just for fun. You stood straight. “I imagine that I would be the same, given it were the other way.”

You basically skipped back to your table for breakfast.

You were absolutely elated for the rest of the day. It was quite similar to being on cloud 9, winning your first game of the year against your rivals. The look on Hajime Iwaizumi’s face only added to the feeling.

You were walking down the hall, talking to a fellow Slytherin girl who had her arm wrapped in yours. She was going on and on about how she wished she could have imprinted Kageyama’s snitch catch to her memory.

That was when your shoulder collided directly into a firm body.

Your arm was ripped away from your classmates, along with your bag that fell onto the hard ground with a loud thud and wisp of parchment and ink. Everything in your bag now scattered the ground, covered in the dark ink and dirt.

Your mood was too high to get too angry. It was an accident; you would bite your tongue and clean up the mess.

Until you realized just who’s shoulder you ran into: Hajime Iwaizumi. Your greatest enemy and now destruction of your contents.

“Watch where you’re going next time, Hajime.” You grunted, kneeling to save some of your parchment before the ink could reach it.

“Perhaps if you had your head out of your ass, you wouldn’t have run into me.” Iwaizumi responded. He had turned to face you midway through your fall.

“As if you didn’t feel this way a week ago.” You told him, standing up. Nearly everything that was in your bag was soaked, including the bag itself. You inhaled deeply. “You did this on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Now, why would I run my shoulder into you on purpose hoping to ruin your mood?” He asked. “You must be very arrogant to think that everything must be about you.”

You clenched your jaw and closed your eyes. “I will not let a piece of shit such as yourself bring my mood down today. Today is a good day.”

You knelt once again to find your essay that you had written for Snape, searching your documents. Only to find it one of the few that were directly under the ink, completely doused in black.

“Actually, fuck you.” You lifted the paper. Ink dripped off and onto the ground. “Do you know how long I worked on this?”

“I don’t know, a couple of minutes?” Iwaizumi shrugged. “You aren’t exactly the best at your schoolwork.”

“You wish you knew me well, but you don’t at all.” You felt anger boil in your chest. “I worked very hard on this essay. Days, even. And you destroyed it in less than five seconds..”

“There’s the Slytherin in you.” He let out a humorless laugh. “You think everything has to be about you, and if it doesn’t than someone is out to get you. Your ego is so fucking enormous that you can’t even muster the idea that maybe something isn’t about you. You didn’t even win, Tobio won the game for you. God, why don’t you go make a friend instead of standing here arguing with me about an accident?”

And then, “You really are a raging bitch, aren’t you?”

The girl that you were talking to had wide eyes, and you were sure that she was ready to fight. A couple of bystanders that were once just listeners started to mumble. And you.... you couldn’t fathom words.

Your feud with him had grown deep, but it had never gone as far as that. In front of a crowd, no less.

It was one thing to make comments, to be bitter and roll your eyes at each other’s presence. It was one thing to bicker, to fight, to joke to friends about the other’s incompetence and purposely pull on each other’s strings.

It was something else completely to call you a bitch in front of everyone in the middle of a hallway after a thread of insults.

You fake smiled, feeling unwanted tears threaten their way to your eyes. You would not allow yourself the angry tears; they would only make you angrier.

“You’re more than just an asshole, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You told him. Because you truly didn’t have any words.

“Calling a woman a bitch is the worst insult. Those are fighting words.” Oikawa’s older sister used to say. “It’s comparable to calling a man a pussy.”

Hajime Iwaizumi didn’t think much while he spoke. He just said the things as they came, especially when he didn’t really care much about what you thought of him.

But, calling you a bitch... that felt as if it were crossing a line that he didn’t have the authority to cross. And the look on your face after he said it was one that he had never witnessed on you.

At practice, his head still held the image of you.

He was confused. Why did he regret calling you a name? It wasn’t as if the two of you don’t argue in front of people all of the time. In fact, it was nearly a common occurrence.

For some ungodly reason, he felt a tug at his chest.

“Maybe you should apologize?” Oikawa suggested.

“Why would I apologize to her?”

“Because I think you went a little bit too far.” He told his best friend as truthfully as possible. “Because as much as I think the rivalry between you two is fun, she’s still just a girl. And because my sister said you should.”

“You wrote your sister?”

“Yeah, of course I did.”

For several days, Hajime Iwaizumi hadn’t seen you. You didn’t eat in the Great Hall, you didn’t come to the classes he had with you, you didn’t go to Hogsmeade like you usually did on weekends.

So, he came to your practice.

He was hoping to apologize. It was something he had never done to you before, and he had practiced it quite a few times. Just a small, “I’m sorry for calling you a bitch in front of everyone.”

Yes. That should be fine and the two of you could go back to the regularly scheduled loathing.

But the second he stepped onto the field, the two beaters stood in front of him.

“I wouldn’t.” Atsumu said, holding his broom. “She’s been in a mood.”

“I know, I’m the reason for that.” Iwaizumi said. “I just want to talk to her. Just a second.”

“I wouldn’t.” Osamu repeated. “Whatever you have to say, it’s gonna have to wait.”

Iwaizumi nodded, looking at the twins. He was going to ask them to tell you that he had been there, ask them to ask you to meet him somewhere or something so he can get the stupid apology off of his chest, when you appeared behind them.

“Get off of my field, Hajime Iwaizumi.” You said. You had been at practice for the past two hours (according to the sign ups), yet your voice was even and you hadn’t even broken a sweat. In fact, your voice spit toxin in his direction.

“I just wanted to...”

You had taken off before he could even say his second word. The twins followed right after.

Tooru Oikawa took a place beside you. It would have been normal, if it were not for your avid avoidance of anyone with a Gryffindor robe on.

“Hello, Tooru.” You said without sparing him a glance.

The thing was, you weren’t angry with him. You didn’t hate Oikawa, you hated his closest friend. And by association, you didn’t want to talk to him just as much. Oikawa had always been the middle ground between the doom and gloom that was the dark haired man you hated.

“I think you should talk to Iwa.” Oikawa said. Plain and simple, to the point.

“I think you should mind your business.” You retorted. “I never talked to him to begin with, what’s different now?”

“Because now is different.” He grabbed his book as the professor walked in. “Now, you won’t even say your smart ass remarks or tell him how fucked up his hair looks. Now is just... boring and sad.”

“So you want me to talk to the guy I hate in order for you to not be bored?” You scoffed and collected your things. “Truly, you are his best friend.”

You left just as the professor started talking, receiving a few stares in the process. It wasn’t as if you weren’t used to that.

You were walking with Tsukishima, laughing at your attempts to get him to smile. Your team had really taken your mind and restored your confidence. You figured, as long as you didn’t see the man you hate then he simply didn’t exist. It was that easy.

Until you accidentally caught his eye across the street.

It had been snowing, so most of the students were in their winter gear and warm clothes. You yourself had a hat and scarf on, gloves to cover your hands despite the hot to-go mug of cocoa in them.

Hogsmeade was quite busy with everyone getting last minute holiday gifts and hurrying to hang out before break. Yet, somehow, your eyes found the brown of Iwaizumi’s.

You turned around, forcing Tsukishima to follow. The younger boy didn’t even have to ask about your change in demeanor, easily falling into pace beside you.

You felt a hand on your wrist, and heard your name being called. “Hey. Can I talk to you? I’ve been trying to apologize...”

You stopped dead in your tracks, as if you were pulled on a leash. As if his bare hand touching your empty gloved one had scolded you. Iwaizumi stood before you, red cheeks from either the cold or from rushing after you. Either way, you wanted nothing to do with it.

He had spun you in his grasp, his jaw tight and eyes searching yours before falling to his hand around yours. His grip on your wrist was tight, and he swallowed as his eyes found yours again.

“I don’t want to talk to you.” You snatched your arm away. “Have you ever considered that? I don’t want to talk to you, I don’t want to see you, and I don’t want to hear your half-ass apology!”

“I have been trying to talk to you.” He said. “I...” His eyes scanned yours. His tongue rolled in his mouth. “You mean to tell me that you don’t want my apologies?”

“You’ve made it very clear what you think of me, so I hope that I can make this very clear for you,” You took a deep breath. “I hate you. I don’t like you, I have never liked you, and I hope that whatever it is that is eating you up inside continues to do so.”

Hajime Iwaizumi’s eye twitched. He started to take a step towards you, but decided against it, falling back into the same step. “I don’t...” His voice was nothing as you had ever heard it. “You...” His eyes clouded with the emotions you were familiar with. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

It was a sudden realization. It was not something you had even considered before, not something planned or reasoned. It was much like a tsunami, a build up of unrelated activity that brought something else entirely.

Emotions were unfortunate things. If you feel extreme emotions for someone, no matter what... they are still very strong feelings.

Hate to love, what a strange concept.

You held the potion below your nose, inhaling the scent.

“What does it smell like?” Snape asked.

“It smells like... bergamot.” You distinguished the varying smells. “Apple. And... lavender?”

You stepped back and hoped no one could see you connecting the dots through your eyes.

Tooru Oikawa was an observant person. He was known to be the person who knew the best for his team, easily finding the perfect techniques for each on the field and as encouragement. He was one for connections and relationships.

Which is why he knew that you were masking feelings of something else with this burning hatred. Which is why he knew why you felt so bad after Iwa called you a terrible name in front of an audience. Which is why he knew who it was when you listed your amortentia scents.

He tried to send you a look from his seat across from you, classes later. He wanted to tell you that he knew; that he knew there was something more to what’s going on, and that something was Iwaizumi.

You just sent him a middle finger, knowing full well what he was getting at.

Your feelings didn’t just suddenly arrive. And you were full of confusion, disorientation, and most of all... anger.

For as long as you could remember, Hajime Iwaizumi was supposed to be your arch enemy. He was your nemesis on a daily basis. He was the reason for your annoyance. He was the reason for your hatred for the colors red and gold. He was the reason you became the quidditch captain. He was the reason for the breath leaving your lungs.

And he was the reason for the breath entering.

You were pissed. You were pissed that you had unrealized feelings for the man you were supposed to hate, have hated for years. You were pissed that your love had been in a game of chess, where the only outcome is to win or forfeit. You were pissed that the entire time you had spent a vast majority of your time hating, loathing, rolling your eyes at... the entire time you had a reserved space for hate, when it should have been quite the opposite.

The luck must have been exclusively for someone else, because it seemed as though whoever created you had decided to have a fun game.

You had punched Hajime Iwaizumi once.

It was something you thought of a lot, and it was the main reason Iwaizumi chose not to test you too closely to that day.

He was rolling his eyes at something Oikawa was saying when you walked by. You were heading to your quidditch practice, the captain not one for latecomers. And he caught sight of you. He quickly jumped from his spot and stopped you from passing.

“Out of the way, Hajime, I have practice.”

“Oh, right, because you’re on the quidditch team now.”

“I am, thank you very much.” It was the beginning of third year, and you were not only annoyed but you were also a Growing Person going through puberty. You did not have time to deal with a teenage boy pissing you off. “You forget that not everyone got on the team their first year of trying out.”

“Because we’re better than the entire Slytherin team.”

“Talk to me when you win a house cup.” You tried to push past him, but he stood directly in front of you in one step. “Move, or be moved.”

“What are you going to do? Punch me?”

So, you did. Your fist collided with his cheek before you could even register that it had happened. Oikawa gasped out loud, it quickly turning into a laugh.

“She punched you!” Oikawa laughed, grasping at his sides. “Ah man!”

While Iwaizumi touched his cheek to check that— ah yes, you really did punch him— you were already walking away to the practice field.

Iwaizumi missed you, if he were being fully and completely honest with himself.

He found himself searching for you in classes or in common areas, prepared for your snide remarks and bitter taunts. He found himself waiting for you to roll your eyes at his presence; looking for you to quip about the next quidditch game.

But when none of it came, he felt out of place.

He actually missed your annoyed banter. He missed you shoving your middle finger in his direction. He missed the redness on your cheeks when you would try to calm yourself down. He missed the silence that would escape you if he entered a room and you were anything other than angry.

He missed catching you smiling at someone and watching your face change. He missed the arguments in class. He missed the little comments during eating.

Confused, he pushed those feelings down as he watched you eat with some Ravenclaws and a Hufflepuff that he had never talked to before.

It had been several weeks of silence from your end. You had thrown yourself back into quidditch before the break, happy to have a distraction from whatever the fuck you were feeling. You weren’t going home for the holidays, so you spent some time planning for the spring and classes.

You found yourself outside, sitting in the snow and writing a make up essay for Snape. You had found a nice spot under a roofed area, so nothing smudged your writing (or, you know, covered it completely).

“Oh.” A voice said from above you.

You looked up to find Iwaizumi, hands in pockets and staring at you as if you had never existed and he was discovering you for the first time.

“I wasn’t expecting to find anyone here.” He said.

“Yeah, obviously neither was I.” You started to put your things away.

“No... no comment?”

“Hm?”

“No... snarky comment? No you look terrible to me?”

You shook your head. Mainly because you didn’t have the energy. You were content, bored, and just overall exhausted. You had exhausted yourself in thinking of every possible outcome to your love for the man in front of you, none of which made any sense.

None of it made any sense.

It was as if one moment, you were standing on ground. And the next, you were swept away by a giant wave that you thought was only an earthquake. You hated love.

“Then, can I finally say what I have been meaning to?”

“No.” You finally got the last of your things into your bag.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why can’t you just hear me out?” He stood in front of you, hoping to stall your leaving. “I’ve been trying to tell you that I shouldn’t have called you a bitch, and I should have...”

“And I don’t want to hear it.”

You started to leave, but he jogged to jump in front of you again. Through the years, he had gained height compared to you. You weren’t necessarily kids anymore, you weren’t at eye level to just punch him in his cheek without reaching for it.

“God, you’re fucking annoying.” You shifted your bag on your shoulders. “You want me to call you a name so it can be even? You want me to tell you that everything is fine and we can go back to our constant fighting? What do you fucking want from me?”

“What do I want from you?” He asked, voice rising to match yours. “What do you want from me? I’ve been trying to get your attention for over a fucking month and you have given me every reason to just stop.”

“Then why don’t you!” You dropped your hands. “Why don’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

“Why?”

“Why what, Hajime?”

“Why?” Iwaizumi let out a small breath, the grey cloud leaving his lungs. “Why won’t you just let me talk to you for five minutes?”

“Because I don’t want to! Because I don’t want to hear you make up excuses. Because I cannot listen to your voice for too long.”

Before you could stop yourself, before you could recognize your own voice, before any thoughts arrived, you said, “Because for some fucked up god awful reason, I’m in love with you!”

Everything froze all at once. The oxygen left your lungs, the snow stopped falling, and everything became so unbearably silent.

You stared at him, regret drenching you in an instant as if the tides of the ocean had rose and fell in one single motion. You couldn’t breathe, your heart seized in your chest and against your ribs. You couldn’t bring yourself to look into his face, fearing to find yourself lost and never found.

He let out a single breath. And you held yours.

fin.

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halloo i saw that you were open, and i just wanna request something!

may i request a headcannon (or wtv u want!) of how suna and two other hq boys you want reacting to their child asking how they met you, aka yhe reader? if not then thats fine!! i hope you have a good day/night stay hydrated and take care of yourself babe <3

Hq boys responding to their kids asking them how they met/fell in love w you!

Pairing: timeskip!Rintarō Suna, Tobio Kageyama, Kiyoomi Sakusa x f!reader (separately) | fluff

Warnings: !!!the characters are all aged up!!! There may be some grammar mistakes, sorry about that!

requests: open :)

Word count: 1.05k

A/n: thank you for requesting, i rlly love this scenario! sorry i took so long, ive been feeling unmotivated lately but here we are. im a little unsatisfied with the ending, but it’s not the worst so i hope you enjoy :] (p.s i changed it up a bit i hope you don’t mind)

Rintarō Suna

“Daddy, how did you fall in love with mommy?” your daughter, Yua asks him while playing with her stuffed bear.

Suna brings her onto his lap. “Well, it's a long story. Daddy met mommy way back when we were still in high school,” Yua puts down her bear and listens eagerly.

“I met her through my friends in the volleyball club. Mommy was weird at first honestly, but we bonded over our hate for Uncle Atsumu” they both laughed at what he said.

“Mommy and Daddy hung out everyday, they got closer to each other, everything was going well until they had their first big argument,”

“Oh no!” your eight year old exclaimed. “It was daddy’s fault. Daddy started the argument and they ended up not talking to each other for days. During that time, daddy realized that he had fallen in love with mommy...”

Yua can see the slight shade of pink on his face that he tried to hide but obviously, he didn’t hide it very well since she can clearly see it “Daddy’s world was just so dull without mommy, he constantly looks at his phone waiting to get a notification from mommy but she never texted him after the argument” the girl audibly gasped.

“What!? What happened after that?” she shakes his arm “With Uncle Atsumu’s help, daddy and mommy talked everything out and he ended up confessing to her too…”

He felt his face heating up as he said that, ‘so corny, y/n would never stop teasing me if she heard that just now' he thought to himself.

“Anyways, it’s your bedtime Arin, I’ll tuck you in. Goodnight.” he kissed the girl on her forehead. “Good night daddy!”. He left Yua’s bedroom and came to join you in your shared bedroom.

“What are you smiling about y/n?” he asked. “Oh it’s nothing Rin.” you said with a grin on your face.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

“Hey dad, how did you meet mom?”

“Are there any particular reasons why you’re asking? Or are you just curious” he asks his daughter?

“Nope. We’re doing this project i-” “Yeah so basically we need it for school dad.” your son said to cut the conversation short. That’s how it always is between your two kids, they’re twins and thirteen, what do you expect?

“Well, well, alright. I’ll tell you guys. We were in the same school, but we never talked to each other.” Sakusa said while your kids fight over the paper and pen.

“Coincidentally she was also my neighbor at the time, she just moved houses because it was closer to our school,”

“Wow, it was like destiny, you guys are meant to be!” your daughter said. Both you and your son chuckled at that. “Hey..why are you guys laughing? I mean-” she was again, interrupted by her brother, who put his hand over her mouth indicating her to be quiet.

“One day when I was showering, there was a really loud bang on the front yard followed by a knock on the front door - your mother accidentally got a volleyball over the fence over to my front yard.”

“Did you get mad when you had to pause mid shower?” your daughter asks. Sakusa nods in response. “I mean I would get mad too if I get interrupted in the middle of my shower,” your son says, which made you three laugh.

“I opened the door anyway and when I was about to yell at her, I paused. I did pause because I could recognize her despite the fact that we never said a word to each other in school, and also she looked cute.” as he said that, he turned around to find you standing right behind him.

He faked jump and hugged you while you stared at him with the ‘im not falling for this’ eyes. Both of your kids cringed a bit at you both which was understandable. “Who knew that weird clumsy girl would turn out to be the love of my life?” he said pressing you a kiss on your lips.

“Mom, dad, thats really cringe,” the teens said which left all of you laughing at each other.

Tobio Kageyama

The weather was perfect today, perfect for a nice stroll in a park with your loved ones. Kageyama thought the same so he offered to take your five year old son out on a walk at a park nearby your apartment while you stay at home and work.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come with us?. Take a break if you need to.” your husband said to you. You nodded as a confirmation, although some fresh air would be nice.

“Bye mommy!”

“Daddy look!” your son points out to the young couple who were feeding the ducks by the pond.

“Ryujin, you wanna feed the ducks too?” Kageyama asks your son who is sitting on his shoulders.

Your son nods eagerly in response. Kageyama bought a loaf of bread from a small store nearby and they headed back to the pond.

“Ryujin, do you know that daddy came here with mommy before?” he asked.

“Nuh-uh. When?” “Well, daddy and mommy came here with daddy’s volleyball team in high school,” he said as he helped his son feed the ducks.

“Mommy convinced daddy to go duck feeding with her too and we did so and she had a lot of fun. Daddy thought her smile was so beautiful, he could tell her smile was genuine and-”

“Daddy look! That duck must really like my bread!” your son cuts him off. He was a bit offended but hey, he didn’t expect a five year old to listen to his ‘boring’ story anyway.

“Were you listening to me?” he said, tickling the kid. They both stayed there for a while to play fight. “Alright, are we ready to go back home? Do you want to buy some ice cream for mommy too?”

Ryujin nods while giggling. Kageyama picked Ryujin up and followed the faint sound of the ice cream truck nearby.

a/n: i don't normally add notes at the end of my writings, but i wanted to apologize if this turned out bad. i spent most of my times doing school right now, so im always half asleep. hope you like it anon!

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215-luv · 3 years

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Kuroo, Kageyama, Oikawa, and Atsumu teaching volleyball to their gf who's just very clumsy and terrible at sport please🥺✨ (in any format you prefer)

KUROO, KAGEYAMA, OIKAWA AND ATSUMU TEACHING THEIR CLUMSY S/O HOW TO PLAY VOLLEYBALL

kuroo tetsuro

honestly just supports you like a mom like yes y/n omg you’re doing great baby when all you’ve done is hold the ball

he teases you for it alot

extremely nothing to be ashamed of, kuroo is a patient person when it comes to you but when he sees no progress from teaching you how to play then he won’t force it

everyday he’d set fun sessions with you

when you keep struggling to spike the ball he’d find it so cute

one time kuroo was sitting on the floor of the gym, taking a break while you were insisting you’d practice more

he just watches you with a grin as you try to volley the ball but always fail everytime!!

and then when you stomp on the floor annoyed that’s when kuroo goes feral

he’ll chuckle at your attempts, hoping that you’ll never master volleyball so he could see you acting so adorable without a doubt

“how ‘bout you try playing with a balloon kitten?”

kageyama tobio

he actually gets awkward

your boyfriend had second doubts when you ask him to teach you but who tf would say no when their s/o is giving them puppy eyes?

usually he’ll get mad when no one does their job right

but when it comes to you, he becomes so patient

doesn’t mind when you get too much mistakes, he’ll softly gaze at your figure as your try to set the ball, obviously failing

he’d just appreciate how you’re trying so hard to play his favorite sport

he corrects you when your position is unstable and he’ll tell you to do this and that

then he let’s out a small chuckle when you fail again

“don’t be sad y/n, practice always makes perfect.”

oikawa toru

he’d definitely tease you for it, sometimes play fighting with you and whining how bad you’re doing

if he’s in the extra mood he’d be sarcastic asf and cheer how great you’re doing when in reality you’re not

but really, he’s going to be gentle with you

he knows how you’re trying hard and oikawa appreciates that alot

one time he watches as you try to set the ball, only for it to be landing straight on your face

oikawa busted a lung from laughing too much

he’ll immediately coo when you pout at his attitude, sparing you with a tight hug complimenting how cute you are being

“y/n-chan we should play volleyball more!”

miya atsumu

he doesn’t expect the best from you, really

but honestly it brightens his mood to know you specifically want him to teach you how to play

he becomes so excited to teach you the basics

when you fail tho, he’ll wave it off saying it’s okay since it’s your first time

he doesn’t care no matter how many times you try, he’s just really happy to spend time with you

count the amount of times he’s chuckling + grinning everytime you try to serve the ball and it’d be over a thousand

he’d go behind you to hover his hand over yours, knowing so well that you’re being flustered by his actions

“that’s not how ya do it babe. c’mere, i’ll teach ya how to do it properly.”

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ellewords · 3 years

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it’s six thirty in the morning, would you be so kind is playing

... and you’ve captured kageyama tobio’s attention.

word count : 0.58k

now playing : would you be so kind by dodie

he notices that it was basically clockwork. you walk past the gates of karasuno high at precisely seven in the morning, adjusting the straps of your backpack on your shoulders, a small smile playing on your face.

and there has never been an exception, at least not in the past couple of months he’s made sure to be by the vending machine before you. there’s always a spring in your step, a lightness in them as you made your way to where he was. you wave at the people who pass you by, a loud and excited chirp of “hi, how are you”. it’s always genuine, not in the least bit forced or fake. sometimes, you even pause to talk to them for even longer.

kageyama’s seen you in tsukishima and yamaguchi’s class. he’s always known who you are in the three years he’s spent at karasuno, but he’s never seen or noticed you until recently; when he started to come a little earlier to really get a head start on hinata in their race to the gym.

you always get a bottle of orange juice and you always greet him with a smile, the corners of your eyes crinkling whenever you do. kageyama could only ever respond with a nod, cheeks tinted the lightest shade of pink, gripping the carton of milk in his hand just a little too tightly. he curses himself as he watches your retreating figure. you’re cute and you’re kind and the thought of you makes his chest ache; why can’t he ever say anything out loud?

but on one random thursday morning — when the sky isn’t the pale blue he’s used to but a gloomy shade of gray — kageyama buys his usual carton of milk and notices that there’s only one bottle of orange juice left.

in a moment of complete boldness, he buys it.

he spots you immediately in your yellow raincoat, carefully avoiding the puddles of water that had formed on the concrete. the corners of your mouth still twitched upwards, the weather not seeming to affect your usual mood.

“hello kageyama!” you greet when you reach him, cheery as ever as you grab your coin purse, “rainy today, huh? hope you were able to bring an umbrella.”

kageyama responds with a nod, growing nervous once he sees that you had noticed the machine was out of your usual drink.

“they’re out of orange juice,” you mumble to yourself.

his hands shake as he presents the bottle of orange juice, head tilted down to avoid your gaze, “uh…yn, i bought the last one.”

your fingertips brush against his as you take it from his hands, heartbeat ringing in his ears.

“let me pay you back!”

“you don’t have to”

there’s a furrow in your brows as you continue to insist on paying him back, kageyama just shakes his head, “you really don’t have to, it’s okay.”

you eventually give in, “the team has a match this weekend right? good luck! i’ll be cheering for you.”

and as always, kageyama watches your retreating figure when you turn to leave, holding a hand over his heart and attempting to even out his breathing. he knows that you meant you’ll be cheering for the team, but there’s a part of him that hopes that your cheers would only be for him; that maybe he had that same heart-stopping effect on you.

and he does; if only he could see the smile on your face each time you walked away.

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eggtoasties · 3 years

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Pairing: Eventual Osamu x Reader

Rating: E for fucking Samu in the car :-)

Word Count: 4.4k of Miya twin shenanigans, fluff, then eventual smut

Summary: A hopeful love and a blossomed love; years of wishing on candles and they’re both content.

a/n: @powderblew ur the hopeful love my beloved

Contrary to popular belief, Miya Atsumu does not speed. Yes, he nearly loses his mind on the interstate every other day but his road rage is completely contained to cursing in the confines of his car. Most people think Atsumu’s the reckless driver with his loud personality and penchant for pulling off risky moves on the court, but surprisingly, it’s his counterpart who fully believes that the actual speed limit is at least ten above the posted signage and weaves through lanes with one hand on the wheel and the other on her thigh.

Atsumu got Osamu the car as a birthday gift—black, sleek, and quiet. He had been dropping hints for weeks but Osamu had brushed them off, figuring his brother was spewing incoherent nonsense.

It was the weekend before their birthday. They decided to take a trip to the mountains—it was rare at this point in their young adult lives to have the free time to spend with each other. Osamu was busy with the shop: serving customers, preparing food, and trying new dishes. Getting Onigiri Miya off the ground was a seven day work week with early mornings and late nights. Atsumu on the other hand, had regularly scheduled practices and travel matches with the team. Although his schedule was incredibly hectic, there was a sort of rhythmic regularity to it.

So, for the first weekend in a long time where it would be just them, Atsumu wanted it to be special. Afterall, it was their birthday. Atsumu was the one who drove them to the campsite, taking in the scenery with appreciation, going slowly on the winding roads while mindlessly tapping a beat on the steering wheel. As they got closer and closer to their destination, Osamu could tell his brother was antsy.

His eyes would flicker from the road, to Osamu, then back again. His mindless tapping to the music turned into an incessant drilling and he kept readjusting his legs and changing his hand position on the wheel, fidgeting in his seat.

“Wouldya’ quit that, yer gonna crash the fuckin’ car,” Osamu said, exaggeratingly clutching to the grab handle at the top of his window.

“Yer really gonna yell at me on ma’ birthday that’s jus’ like ya’ Samu—”

“It’s ma’ birthday too ya’ idiot!”

The sound of his brother’s bickering quelled Atsumu’s nerves and he settled in the driver’s seat, humming along to the song playing on the speakers. In response, Osamu turned up the volume, but Atsumu just grinned.

“You will arrive at your destination in .2 miles,” the smooth voice of the GPS chimed.

Atsumu began fidgeting again and Osamu swore he was gonna punch him the moment they made it out of the death trap.

They pulled into the winding driveway and Osamu banged his head against the dashboard.

“Please tell me ya’ didn’t screw up the reservation,” he said quietly.

“What kinda idiot, do ya’ take me for, Samu?” Atsumu whined. Although Osamu couldn’t see with his forehead pressed against the polished wood interior, Atsumu was smiling.

“Then why is there another car parked in our spot?” Osamu deadpanned, turning his head to his brother, still pressed into the dash.

“Look again an’ eat yer words ya’ scrub.”

Driving slowly forward towards the car and parking next to it, Osamu realized that a bright red bow was tied to the hood. He stilled in his seat and stared dumbly out his window, slowly turning towards his brother.

“Do ya’ like it, Samu?” Atsumu nearly whispered, leaning in close to his brother, eyes wide, committing every micro reaction to memory.

Osamu blinked once. Twice. Then turned back to the car.

“Yeah, Tsumu,” he said shakily, “I really do.”

Against the burning in his throat and the tightening of his eyes, Osamu willed himself to remain composed when he heard rustling. Atsumu took out a crumpled and worn piece of notebook paper, its edges frayed and torn and began to smooth it out in his palms.

He cleared his throat and stared at the empty space across Osamu’s shoulder.

“So, uh…” he began, uncharacteristically shy and Osamu sent a prayer that this wasn’t a speech about how Tsumu had somehow accidentally razed Onigiri Miya to the ground in the short period that he wasn’t there and this was all an elaborate apology.

“I know that this year’s been tough with Onigiri Miya jus’ startin’ out an’ everythin’ but I jus’ wanted to say,” Atsumu trailed off and scratched his ear before suddenly, startling Osamu, squaring his shoulders and directing a piercing stare into his brother’s eyes. “I’m so proud of you Samu!” he nearly yelled, face flushed with embarrassment.

Osamu felt the heat prickle against his neck and all he could do was blink owlishly at his twin.

“What on Earth are ya’ goin’ on about?” he questioned incredulously.

“Okay, okay, wait I wrote it all down,” Atsumu said quickly, smoothing the worn paper once again. He cleared his throat a few times before reading.

“Osamu—”

“Oh my god is this a proposal, why is this so formal?” Osamu asked out loud.

“God, shut yer big ol’ trap wouldya I am tryin’ here,” Atsumu bit back to the amusement of his twin. “Anyways,” he grumbled. “Samu. I’ve been thinkin’ for a while and I jus’ wanted to say thank ya’ for always bein’ there for me.”

Osamu did not often feel stupid. Well, that’s a lie, he thought. It’s been a year since Onigiri Miya’s opening and he was only just beginning to feel as if he was able to call his job stable and that he had a solid understanding of how things should be ran. However, it was not often that his brother made him feel stupid, but here he was, at a loss for words at this uncharacteristic show of appreciation.

Yes, high fives and hugs had always come easily after a particularly clean hit or a perfectly executed pass, but they never sat down like this and talked about how much they appreciated each other. Osamu figured it was unsaid in the little things—how the clothes Atsumu stole in high school always ended back clean in Osamu’s closet, how Osamu usually ended up making two bentos when they still lived together, or how Atsumu had always tried to include Osamu in team bonding even when Osamu was in college.

“I think,” Atsumu said, breaking Osamu out of his thoughts. “That you were what made me work so hard at volleyball. Not because you were the only one that could challenge me,” Osamu scoffed at this. “But because you were the only one I cared to play with for a long time.”

Tears pricked at his eyes and Osamu nodded at his brother to continue.

“An’ thinkin’ back, yer probably the only reason why ma’ teammates didn’t excommunicate me like they did to Tobio-kun,” Atsumu joked and Osamu cracked a smile despite the burning of his throat.

“An’ I know we’ve talked about this before, but I am still really sorry when I went off on ya’ when ya’ told me you were quittin’ volleyball. I don’t mean to beat a dead horse or anything—”

“You sound like Baa-chan,” Samu choked out, still trying to hold back tears, hands balled into fists on his lap.

Undeterred, Atsumu continued to read. “But the fact that fer the first time, ya’ wouldn’t be by my side on the court was jus’ never a possibility I’d considered. So ‘m sorry ‘bout the fuss I made even though I know that’s all old news.” He paused and nodded at Osamu, noting his fists and drew in a shaky breath.

“’Samu, I jus’ want to let ya’ know that I am so endlessly proud to be yer brother and all the work ya’ put in in college and startin’ Miya Onigiri honestly scared me a little,” he said chuckling. “The way you really focus in on somethin’ when yer concentrating was always so intense, but I’d only really seen it with volleyball. But ever since you went to college, and especially with this past year, I can’t believe I fought you to go pro with me because I’d never seen ya’ more fired up or intense than ya’ have been this past year.”

The sides of Atsumu’s paper begin to tear with the force of his grip, and both twins are mirror images of each other. Red in the face, hands in fists, and willing the other to cry first.

“Basically,” Atsumu drawled on, hands slightly shaking, “thank ya’ for bein’ the best brother and teammate I coulda’ ever asked for and I’m so, so, proud to be the brother of the founder of Onigiri Miya.” He lowered the paper from his line of vision and accidentally crumbled it with his hand as he blurt out, “And I love you!” turning even redder in embarrassment. “Even though ya’ never respond to my texts and make fun a’ me when I bring my teammates ‘round,” he quickly added in.

Osamu undid his seatbelt and forcefully opened his door. He heard Atsumu’s confused “huh” and watched as he fumbled with his seatbelt through the windshield as he crossed to the other side. Atsumu stumbled out of the driver’s seat and Osamu captured him in a bone crushing hug. One hand wrapped around his back and the other held Atsumu’s head as he cried into his neck.

He thought back to the first semester of culinary school when he questioned himself every single day if it was the right choice to have made. Learning and practicing different techniques that felt foreign was a hurdle that had seemed impossible at the time. Then, when he graduated and he figured he knew almost everything there was to know about the food industry after hours and hours of lab, internships, and class and began preparations for opening Miya Onigiri, he realized once again that he knew nothing. Even a year after founding Miya Onigiri and he still found himself doubting his success.

But, hearing his idiot brother tell him he was proud—was all he needed. Because Miya Osamu also pushed himself to the upper limits of his physical and mental abilities because his brother was the only one he wanted to compete with. It didn’t matter who else might try and challenge them, at the end of their finish lines, the only person they wanted to see was each other.

The autumnal air was incredibly crisp and although the forest surrounding their luxury cabin was teeming with life, time around them seemed to still as they both cried.

“This is too much, ‘Tsumu,” Osamu sniffled out. “My gift ta’ ya’ was literally like, two hundred dollars.”

“It’s okay,” sniffled Atsumu. He paused. “What’d ya’ get me?”

Osamu pulled away and wiped his face with the bottom hem of his sweater.

“I got ya’ a signed copy of that book you were yappin’ on about with yer favorite author and I got her to make a video for ya’ sayin’ happy birthday and all that—”

“Oh my god,” Atsumu said excitedly, “Yer tellin’ me ya’ got Sonia Barnes to write me a handwritten message and a private video!?”

Osamu grimaced at the snot Atsumu had dripping down his chin. “First of all don’t say it like that, an’ second of all, wipe yer nose or somethin’ ya’ scrub.”

Completley ignoring his brother’s complaints, Atsumu lunged at Osamu, begging him to show him the video. Osamu tapped at his phone, opened up the email attachment, and watched the myriad expressions of surprise, admiration, love, and happiness flicker across Atsumu’s face during a 20 second video while red eyed and swollen. He mused that this was possibly the best birthday they ever had.

“Let’s take this baby on a test drive,” Osamu said, eagerly waiting by the door as Atsumu watched his birthday video for the umpteenth time.

That Sonia Barnes was a very pretty lady, Osamu reasoned, but if he had to hear her chirp, “Happy Birthday Tsumu!” one more time, she was going to be the cause of fratricide.

Settling into the leather seat, Osamu pressed the start button and nearly cooed at the soft rumble of the engine.

Throwing himself into the passenger’s seat Atsumu said, “Let’s figure out how ta’ connect to Bluetooth so I can hear ma’ angel on speaker,” fiddling with the touch screen.

Osamu grabbed Atsumu’s phone and threw it in the backseat and put the car in drive just as Atsumu started to clamber in the back for it. He peeled down the driveway as Atsumu screamed and picked up speed down the secluded road as Atsumu managed to get back in his seat and secure the seat belt.

The pretty autumn foliage was a blur of orange and reds and Osamu breathed in the smell of new leather and wood polish.

“S-slow down!” Atsumu yelled, quickly activating the lock function on the seatbelt and gripping the grab handle with both hands. “I-is this b-because I told the whole team you’d giv’ em’ free food if they said they were my teammate,” he screamed, “I’ll tell ‘em nevermind!”

Osamu rolled down the windows and the sun roof and laughed as the wind ran through his hair while his brother cried for the second time that day.

A year later and Osamu’s still in the driver’s seat of his car, but this time, she’s in the passenger’s seat. They have all the windows down and he’s speeding along the coast of Hyogo, sea breeze whipping through their hair and the sound of waves breaking in the distance.

She had planned a full day for his birthday: brunch at their favorite restaurant, a walk through the shopping district, and a homemade dinner with a fruit tart from his favorite bakery. Now that he had two years of experience running Onigiri Miya, he could afford to step away from the shop every so often. Unfortunately, his counterpart was on the other side of the world for a match, but they managed to squeeze in a short videocall despite the time difference.

“’Samu!” Atsumu screamed from the other line, “Happy Birthday!”

Wincing, Osamu turned the volume of his phone down as she giggled and wished his brother a Happy Birthday.

“What’d ya’ plan for Samu’s birthday,” Atsumu asked her, “good luck beatin’ ma’ gift from last year—”

“Tsumu!” Osamu berated.

“Unfortunately, my research job doesn’t pay as much as being a pro-volleyballer,” she rolled her eyes, “but I do have some fun things lined up,” she said, smiling softly at Osamu to which Atsumu gagged.

“Ya’ scrub, just ‘cause yer jealous—”

“Tsumu!” she interrupted, “did you get our gift? We were a little nervous about the international shipping but your hotel said they got it so—”

“Yes!” Atsumu exclaimed, screen blurry as he shuffled around his hotel room. He set his phone down and propped it up, showing them the neatly packaged box. “I can’t believe ya’ got me another signed copy of Sonia Barnes’s book—I couldn’t even get this one off preorder, it was so popular—”

“Did ya’ open the envelope yet?” Osamu asked impatiently.

“Of course I did! I always open the letter before the present, what do ya’ take me for, Samu?” Atsumu whined, but the duo noticed how Atusmu’s hands were off screen and they could hear quiet tearing noises in between pauses.

Rolling their eyes, they patiently waited for Atsumu to unsubtly open their envelope. They watched as Atsumu quickly scanned the contents of the letter and Osamu hit screen record as his brother’s mouth dropped open.

“T-tickets to a live reading and meet and greet?” Atsumu whispered to himself. He pulled the letter closer to his face and read it over and over again before gingerly setting the cardstock down and gently looking into the envelope to produce two ticket stubs. Carefully placing the tickets back into the envelope, Osamu failed to cover his snickers as Atsumu’s lower lip trembled.

“I know it’s no car,” she said, “but I do happen to know people who know people, so I hope you like your gift, ‘Tsumu” she said kindly.

Atsumu suddenly held the phone close to his face and Osamu could see his brother’s ears turn pink.

“Yer the best sister in law I coulda’ ever asked for, I don’t know why yer with that good fer nothin’ scrub—yer not married yet, so ya’ still have time to run away, but ‘Samu, ya’ better not mess it up,” he rambled, roughly wiping his nose with the sleeve of his jacket.

Osamu scoffed and she placed a placating hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t believe I get ta’ meet ma’ angel,” Atsumu mumbled to himself in disbelief, pacing in his hotel room, running his hands through his hair. “Angel, angel, angel—I gotta bring ma’ copy of her books with ma’ notes! I have so many questions for her, like how she came up with the storyline—didya know she went to school in New York City? Isn’t that the coolest? And she made a video for me for ma’ birthday last year,” he broke his monologue to gasp. “Do ya’ think she’ll remember me—”

Osamu put him on mute and groaned.

“Maybe we shoulda jus’ gotten him those fancy mugs,” he complained, leaning heavily into her side.

She rubbed the sides of his neck as she watched with amusement as Atsumu continued his ramblings, completely unaware that she and Osamu were having a side conversation.

“But look how happy he is, Samu,” she crooned, giggling as Osamu pinched his nose bridge. But she knew that Osamu was the one who spent hours scouring the web for those tickets and sent several emails to Sonia Barnes’s manager for a signed copy.

Watching his brother run his mouth with no regard to himself or his girlfriend, Osamu clicked the unmute button and nearly yelled, “We get it ya’ scrub, we get it!”

“Let me be happy why dontcha!” Atsumu retorted.

“Alright well I’m gonna spend ma’ birthday with ma’ real girlfriend,” Osamu taunted, finger hovering over the ‘end call’ button.

“Once Sonia meets me she’s gonna fall in love, just ya’ wait!”

She yelled one last, “Happy Birthday!” before Osamu disconnected the call and tackled her into the bed.

For the end of his birthday, Osamu requested a car ride. It was just past sunset; the sky’s vibrant pinks and oranges faded into a cool indigo and the stars were extra bright in the rural area they were driving through.

They rode in comfortable silence, listening to seagulls call their good nights and the wind beating against the car. The supple leather of the seat underneath her contrasted with the rough pads of Osamu’s fingertips on her thigh and she stared out at the horizon, perpetually in awe of the beauty of the coast line. Here, twinkling city lights were hardly discernible specks in the distance and the only tall structures were the trees dotting the cliffside.

They rose higher in altitude until they were surrounded by lush forest—rustling underbush and singing cicadas took over the sound crashing waves. He pulled into a secluded nook that overlooked a cliff and she couldn’t believe they were only a forty minute drive from the main city.

He killed the engine and unbuckled her seat belt while she was still leaning forward, face close to the windshield, taking in the scenery.

“I’m feelin’ a bit neglected over here,” Osamu said, soft grin taking over his face as he watched her, lips parted and eyes wide.

“Sorry Samu,” she said, still looking out the glass, “it’s just so incredible here.”

“I told ya’ I knew a spot,” he teased and she intertwined her hand with his.

He pulled her arm towards him as leaned over the middle console so his lips caught her neck when she lurched towards him. Her surprised chuckle turned into a content hum, fluttering her eyes closed as he kissed the pulse point of her throat, her exposed shoulder, then where her neck met her clavicle. From there, he dragged his lips slowly to her ear and grinned when he felt her clutch at his sweater.

Nipping her ear and tracing the shell with his tongue, rough palms kneaded her thighs and his fingers played with the hem of her skirt. He let out a heavy breath when she brushed against his tightening pants and he smirked when she involuntarily shivered.

“Do ya’ like this?” he asked, mouth kissing down the expanse of her chest, pulling the hem of her shirt low.

She arched her back into him and guided his hand under her shirt and he grinned when she impatiently unhooked her bra and took it and her shirt off in one swift motion.

“Does that answer your question?”

Eyes half lidded, lips slick with spit and plump from his repeated ministrations, she had one leg folded under her and the other anchored to the floor. Fully facing him, she cocked her head to the side and dragged her eyes down his body, lingering for a moment before directing her heavy gaze at him. She leaned back against the door as he leaned forward on the middle console and she ran a hand slowly from her knee, teasing a peek under her skirt, tracing a finger around her navel, then making her way upwards, rolling a nipple with two fingers while slowly rocking her hips.

Osamu’s lips parted and his eyes flickered from her hands to her face as she brought her other hand to rub at the cotton beneath her legs. Gaze hungry, he licked his lips and rolled his neck, languidly leaning back against his door, mirroring her.

“Gonna give me a birthday show?” He rasped, slowly unbuttoning his pants and palming his length through his boxers.

Skirt bunched at the waist giving him an unhindered view of the growing wet stain between her legs and Osamu felt himself tighten at the sight. He wanted to press his nose against the ruined fabric and lap at her through her pink panties, he wanted to curl a finger in her and listen to her keel for him, he wanted to—

“Take your shirt off,” she demanded.

“I thought it was ma’ birthday,” he chuckled but does as she asks, pulling the fabric from the back of his neck. He tossed the garment to the backseat and lazily looked back at her.

The tops of her cheeks are flushed and her breasts shake with each pant. She’s worked two slender fingers from the side of her underwear and Osamu watches with rapt attention as her pretty folds are presented to him.

“Touch yourself, Samu.”

“Again with the demands,” he complained but freed himself from the confines of his boxers and matches the pace she’s set on herself.

“Fuck,” she whined, moving faster. The hand teasing her nipples moved south to pinch at her clit and Osamu couldn’t wait anymore.

He nearly launched himself to her, abdomen uncomfortably resting on top of the center console and she seemed all too satisfied with the result. He buried his face between her legs and groaned with her as he sucked and lapped at her overstimulated bundle of nerves through soaked cotton.

“Itadakimasu,” he growled and she rolled her eyes at the line.

Long languid licks interspersed with quick flicks of his tongue, he took her right to the edge of her orgasm. Her thighs clenched around his head while her nails dragged through his gray hair and she rocked her hips against his mouth. Toe curling heat had her buck helplessly against his tongue, rough hands gripping her in place as she reached her peak, but at the last second, he pulled away.

Her gasp was lost with the loud bang his head made as it slammed against the car ceiling and he let out a string of curses as he tried to fit in the passenger’s seat with her. She half stands, leaning back on the glove department as he sat down and she couldn’t help but giggle when he cursed at how slowly the seat was reclining back.

But just as quick, he grabbed her by the hands and has her straddle him. The seat is narrow but neither of them mind as he slowly entered her. She gripped at the back of his head as he teased a nipple and sucked constellations across her chest while her other hand gripped the grab handle, giving her more leverage.

Osamu slowly rocked into her and he captured her moans in a kiss. He gave her a second to adjust to his length before slamming into her, head falling back into the headrest as he watched her bounce above him.

Beautiful, was all he could think. Hair wild around her shoulders, a glistening sheen of perspiration across her forehead and chest, and the incredible sound of her slick around him. He was in heaven.

He slid his thumb between her parted lips and she immediately began to suck. She bobbed her head back and forth while giving kitten licks at the tip and nipping the underside of his thumb.

“Good girl,” he cooed as he pressed his finger further back in her throat and watched as her eyes rolled back and she rocked her hips even faster against his.

Removing his thumb and making a show of putting it in his mouth, he pressed the wet digit against her clit and grinned as her moans became louder.

The sweet call of his name as she begged him to make her finish led him to snap his hips up, rubbing against the spongy bit of her inner walls and he held her close to his chest as they came undone together.

Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead on her shoulder and watched as a rivulet of sweat ran down the valley of her breasts and he shifted his hips forward, just now noticing the dull ache in his thighs. She shuddered against him and he kissed her shoulder, her cheek, then her other cheek.

“We really have to thank Tsumu for the car,” she said, chuckling.

“Yeah?” he questioned, running his blunt nails across her back, “should we tell him what we used it for?”

She scrunched her nose and Osamu’s heart clenched too. Wrapping her arms around his neck, soaking in the warmth of his warm body, her lips ghosted the side of his cheek and he shuddered at the tingles running down his back with the contact.

“Happy Birthday, ‘Samu,” she whispered sweetly.

Rocking into her again just to hear her breath tick, he nestled his head into her neck and smiled.

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haik-choo · 4 years

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cuddling w/ some of the karasuno boys

request: Hi hi! I saw your request were open aaaaand i was wondering if you could write some cuddling HC with Nishinoya, Hinata, Sugawara and Kageyama, please? Also i just discovered your blog and it's amazing, keep going! 💕✨

a/n: this is such a cute idea!!!! request for more if you want any other members! ;P oH MY GOD THIS’LL BE SO FLUFFY

[CUDDLING HEADCANONS]

-nishinoya, hinata, sugawara, kageyama

sugawara koushi.

this guy is chaotic and feral i’m telling you cuddling session will go either one of two ways, no in between

either he’s super soft and he wants nothing more tha to feel your heartbeat against his chest, or he’s in a very playful mood where he will torture you with his love

first choice happens usually after long days, and he’ll come home and see you doing something in the room, and his heart just gets filled with this deep raw emotion of feeling so lucky to have someone like you, and he drops his stuff at the door

and then he just walks towards you, a tired, yet gently, smile on his face as he envelops you with his arms, burying his head in your neck and sighing, his deep breath causing your own heart to warm

and then he just leans backwards, and you can feel yourself about to fall and you’re like “sir? excuse me -” and then you both fall onto the bed, his weight resting on you like a safety blanket. you can try to move, but it won’t work. he just sits there and keeps you in his embrace. he’ll move it to your bed, but his face won’t move from its position

or, he’ll be chaotic. this is for the days where he is energetic and feeling like an attention-whore, and he’ll b all pouty to get into your embrace. you think it’s normal cuddling, but then you feel him smile against your neck and bite you

you’ll whip around like ??? but he just gives you this grin and smiles, “what? do you want more attention? all you had to do is ask” and then he’ll just kill the living hell out of you while muttering about how greedy you are

so basically it’s either a soft time or a time where he shoves his tongue down your throat

also, he literally smells like warm vanilla. it’s intoxicating, it just invades your senses when you’re near him and you fin yourself unable to escape his loving arms

hinata shoyo.

okayokay i know i said sugawara smells like vanilla and he smells the best. but hinata. smells like flowers. not like...Victoria Secret cheap body spray flower, but genuine nature? like he smells fresh, warm, and loving - all in one

cuddling with him makes you feel super energetic, rather than tired and calm. it’s the way he initiates it, he just gives you his famous smile and then hugs you really tightly and literally drags you over to the bed and turns you around to make sure you’re facing him

his bright captivating eyes stare into yours as he laces your fingers together, legs already tangled together. whenever he’s feeling extra needy, he’ll opt to just wrap his arms around your torso and bring draw you closer to him, chest to chest, heartbeat to heartbeat

rests his chin on your head and talks about his day, his voice not loud or unpleasant, but rather a little gravelly and contemplative

when he gets really excited he gasps and then parts from you really quickly, his hands on your shoulder pushing you back so he can see all of your face as he relays something exciting about his day to you

sometimes likes it when you’re completely on top of him, your head resting on his chest as he laughs and you can’t think of another place you’d rather be.

if you’re laying on top of him, his hands are on the middle of your back, rubbing softly and slowly up and down and he doesn’t even realize it

i feel like cuddling with hinata is a surreal experience. like you just feel your heart fuckin’ kablamo. you feel warm, safe, and accepted. every inch of your body he touches makes you feel like he’s injecting some kind of raw serotonin into you - it’s a type of comfort and tenderness that you’d only get from you soulmate

you can NOT tell me that he isn’t good at cuddling. i mean sure, if you want him to look into your eyes as he whispers sweet nothings to you, that probably won’t happen, but i’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you feel a deep love

kageyama tobio.

he’s bad at showing affection and cuddling but it’s the thought that counts so he’s aight

affection/touch isn’t his love language, it’s more like just...presence? him just being near you and spending time with you is his way of telling you he loves you, so as much as he may want to cuddle, he’s not the best at it

definitely is on like high alert -- like his fingers sometimes twitch because his head is racing with thoughts -- is he good at this? are you comfy? because his arm isn’t

awkwardly tries to shimmy his arms from underneath you and you’ll be like “what’s up” and he says smth mean on accident like “you cut circulation off from my right hand”

ANYWAY,,,when y’all do cuddle, he likes to bury his face in your nape, just because he likes to be surrounded by your scent. sometimes his arms are wrapped around you on both sides, but usually he just hangs on arm across your side

when you’re not facing him, he’s much bolder, so he’ll softly kiss the back of your neck and rub his forehead against you, but if you mention it he’ll get really red and be like “SHUT UP NO I DIDN’T”

OMF he likes to watch volleyball compilation videos on his phone, but he also wants to touch you, so he’ll like wrap on arm behind your neck and then hold his phone with that hand, ya know what i mean? like so both of you can see it? your head is on his chest and you’re both watching videos

cuddling usually happens after a long day of practice and he just wants to exist in silence with someone he loves (you) and it lasts anywhere from like five minutes to an hour

cuddling sessions end with him lips quickly pecking yours and him muttering a ‘thank you’ before getting up and finally doing smth productive

by the way he totally smells like axe. but not in an overbearing way - like somehow he makes the smell..subtle? and socially acceptable. he smells like...home. he smells like kageyama, a little sweaty mixed in with a little bit of deodorant that he slapped on when he knew he was going to be cuddling w/ you after practice

nishinoya yuu.

either wants to cuddle you because he’s horny or because he just genuinely wants to feel love and receive all your attention because he’s a soft little horndog like that

it’s the opposite to hinata - he likes it when you’re underneath him and he’s the on laying on top of you, his head buried either between your boobs or resting gently on your chest

cuddling happens after he takes showers, so his hair is down and it’s lightly tickling your skin, causing you to laugh and push his head out the way, only to be met with his playful resistance as he pushes his head back against your hand

after you two laugh for a while, it’ll suddenly get really quiet and he’ll look up at you, his eyes softening into a look that makes your heart jump to your throat.

“i love the sound of your laugh.” and if that wasn’t enough to stop your heart, he’ll start kissing your collarbones and make his way up your neck, not in a sexual way, but in a purely loving one. and then finally he just stops and looks at you one last time because giving you a small smile and connecting his lips with yours, firm yet soft in nature

sometimes cuddle sessions get extremely playful. like homeboy is jabbing his fingers into your side and laughing like an evil maniac while doing so. he knows you can’t escape his wrath so he just tickles you to his heart’s content

if you turn over on your stomach for some reason, like watching a video on your phone or whatever, he will literally climb on your back, no hesitation. like oh, sorry, did you not want to be crushed by this 5′2 libero? too bad

can only cuddle for so long because he gets restless and wants to do something, like make dinner with you or take a shower, or just something. staying still for long is his one inability

OMG noya smells like the method body “simply nourish” body wash with rice milk, coconut, and shea butter. it just - yes. he smells clean, but also kind of like...wild? like he added a dash of pepper? i dunno gOD i know he smells nice bro, i know it

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tobi-momo · 3 years

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"The Setter's Help" Chapter 6

Pairing: Kageyama Tobio x Volleyball player!reader

Synopsis: With a big game coming up, the confidence in your setting has gone down significantly. Knowing the setter on the Karasuno boy’s volleyball club is good at what he does, you ask him for help. Will he help you build your confidence and skills or will he just tear it down more?

Genre: Romance, fluff, some crack, angst, hurt/comfort

Chapter Warnings: cursing | ANGST | violence (mostly verbal | kageyama's toxic side showing

Word Count: 2.1k

Taglist is open!!

It seemed to take forever to walk home after he separated from you, his hand raised to eye-level as he stared at the palm that held yours, the fingers that wrapped around yours, his body heat rising immensely. His wide eyes gape at the picture of your hand holding his, everything else leaving his mind as if it was never there in the first place. All his head was filled with was the warmth of your gentle hand in his, the way your fingers fit with his so perfectly- he felt as if it was on purpose, the way your hands molded together so neatly.

He shook his head trying to snap himself out of it, a trance that was rather difficult to break out of. He huffed, stuffing his hand in his pocket aggressively while turning to the lane of denial.

It didn’t mean anything. It wasn’t special. You’re a distraction. He didn’t need this. He needed to focus on volleyball, and volleyball only.

Furrowing his brows as he walks into his room, he sloppily sets his bag down before lazily piling on top of his bed, groaning in his pillow. Forgetting the events that had occurred earlier wouldn’t be easy, but… fake it ‘till ya make it, right?

He slugged his way into school the next day, his head throbbing and his eyes screwed shut while his fingers rub the sides of his temple. He didn’t want to see you, knowing you would want to talk to him about what had happened. He would avoid you, he planned. Running into you was not a good idea, even he would know that.

“Hey, Kageyama-kun!” He shuts his eyes and sighs in head while his mouth stays shut.

“Kageyama?” Every time you say his name it makes it harder for him to stay quiet; he suddenly felt bad.

Hello?” He could tell by the high tone in your voice you were worried, but he wouldn’t risk it. “Is it because of yesterday? Do you want me to forget about it? Because Kageyama, I really don’t wa-”

The glare he sent you made you take a step back, the sharpness of his dilated pupils carving through yours frightening you. He could tell you knew what he meant just by looking at your disappointed expression, your eyes suddenly droopy and your shoulders sinking. Once he saw your body disappear behind the wall that you passed, he whips his head forward, determined to stay on top.

His door slams shut once he enters his home, his chest heaving and his eyes gleaming red with his hands balled up into fists. How dare Hinata say that? In front of everyone, too? He didn’t do anything wrong! He doesn’t need this. Not from Hinata, not from you.

Then he remembered.

Your practice together starts in a couple hours, a few days left until your big game. He grunted in anger- nothing seems to go his way. He shouldn’t attend, he knew that. He didn’t want to go, he didn’t have to go. Yet, he felt obligated. He couldn’t say that you weren’t working hard for this and that you weren’t improving. He could say you suck, but that would be a lie. He had skipped his own practice, yet he was still finding time to go to yours. What turned him into this?

Arriving at the school once more for the day after he had calmed down, his feet finally picking themselves up and his head lifted as he walked through his castle. Before he opened the gym doors, he could hear the squeaking on the polish floors from your athletic shoes- you had already started practicing without him. Did you think he wasn’t coming? He walks through the gym doors, the bounces of the volleyball rolling away echoing through the large room as you plant your feet down, staring with wide eyes while you witness him come in.

Why was he here?

You could feel the dense atmosphere when he takes a couple steps towards the bench, setting his bag down.

“So…” he started awkwardly, “are we going to get started… or?”

“Uh,” you paused, shaking your head, “yeah, sure,” you rushed towards the ball cart, “yeah.”

“Okay. Toss me,” he commands. You nod in compliance before handing him the ball, waiting for him to pass it to you so he can watch you set. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as his eyes scan your technique. What the hell were you doing?

“What is that?”

“What?” You pause your movements, watching him march towards you with intent.

“That thing you’re doing, why are you doing that?”

“What are you talking about?” He grabs your wrists firmly, whipping them in the right place before taking a step back to observe.

“Do it again.”

You toss to him, and to you it was a perfectly fine set, it floated through the air and got to bullseye in a quick second. He didn’t seem happy, though, his demeanor turning more and more aggressive as he curses under his breath and acts like you’re a nuisance, and his attitude that had turned into venom stung you once he opened his mouth to speak. He wasn’t teaching you, he was being a straight up asshole.

You huff, frustrated. You confront him, walking up to him next to the net, dipping your head down as you size him up before glaring directly into his eyes. “What the hell is wrong with you today? First, you ignore me all day, then you show up to practice like nothing happened, only to be annoyed and irritated that I’m doing something wrong when I’m doing perfectly fine!”

“Fine! You’re doing fine!” He shouts, your head backing away. “You haven’t improved at all, you’re basically ruining your chances here!” His head leans towards your as he yells, his body towering. “If you’re not going to put in the work or be better, you might as well not play at all!”

Oh.

“I told you not to move your wrists like that, so why do you keep ignoring it? You need to listen to me! I’m teaching you! Follow my directions and maybe you’ll get somewhere!”

You did not want to show vulnerability towards him at this moment, you already feel down as it is; he insults your skills and then tells you you weren’t good enough and that you should stop trying. What a dick. He shouldn’t be making you feel like this. His opinion shouldn’t matter to you. A skilled volleyball player who teaches you how to be better telling you that you are not good enough just cuts a little deep, though. Like maybe… he was right. You did not deserve to be here, to be in the same gym as him, to have him teaching you, to even be talking to him or be in his presence. He was better than you in every way and there was nothing you could do about it. Your head hangs low- you can't help it. You didn’t want to be sad, but the steaming tears that well up in your waterline threaten to spill as you bite your lip.

“Are you even listening to me?” He continues to raise his voice; he takes a step forward as you back up, bringing your fingers to the bottom of your mouth as to fidget, turning your head away as he keeps yelling. “You can’t do it! I don’t even know why I came here! I should have known you weren’t going to pull through, it was like your skill had disappeared!” His voice seems to growl in anger as he pushes up against you, watching you fall apart.

You didn’t cage the whimper that escaped you, a tiny sliver of wetness crawling down your cheek at his aggressive conduct. You didn’t even hear the rest of his words as you screw your eyes shut, letting the tears break through like a dam while you block everything out. You didn’t even notice how there were people in the gym now, watching and shouting at Kageyama in protest, pushing him backwards as somebody takes you in their arms.

“Kageyama, what the hell are you doing? Shut up!”

“Get away from her, you asshole!”

“Y/n? Y/n, are you okay? Come here,” a soothing voice bleeds through, a voice you barely recognize. They place their hands on your head, pulling you towards their chest as they turn you away from the rest of the people in the room.

“You’re an absolute dick, you know that?”

“What’s wrong with you! Why would you say that to her?” The people kept yelling, forcefully taking him away as he got defensive.

“Stop- get off!”

“Shut the hell up, Kageyama!” You recognize that voice as Hinata, who screams at Kageyama to quiet down, who is probably two seconds away from just decking him in the face. Daichi holds him back by bringing his arms up and caging them around his biceps, forcefully bringing them up so he cannot use his arms or hands to use as he backs up out of the gym, the rest of the boys either going with Daichi or staying with you. Some just awkwardly stand there as who you can assume is Kiyoko holding you, Yachi bringing her trembling hand to place on your shoulder for what she hopes can identify as comfort. Yamaguchi stays close, a worried face plastered while he gazes fearfully at the situation, Noya and Tanaka having a shouting match with Kageyama as they storm away, Tsukishima, Ennoshita, Kinoshita, Asahi and Narita standing in the middle of this mess, observing and while half looks concerned, Tsukishima stays stoic, as if it was expected the King would do such a thing.

~.~.~.~

“Kageyama.” He grunts in response, turning away as he sits on a metal chair in the storage room, surrounded by his upperclassmen. “Kageyama.” He looks up in defeat, Daichi’s glare compelling him to follow unspoken directions, raising his head and preparing to be scolded. “Do you have any idea what you just did?”

“Listen, you little shit-”

“Tanaka, sit down, I think he gets it, look at him.” He turns his head to notice how sulky Kageyama looked. A shadow casts over his face as his hair dangles in front of it, his arms stay flat on his lap and his shoulders relax a little too much for comfort as his back slouches.

“Do you understand what you just did?”

He did. He very much did. He did what he knew in the very back of his mind what would be the absolute worst thing to tell you. He knew how you felt about yourself. He could see the frustration you pent up on the court, every fist you balled up, every huff or frustration and whip of your head when you made the tiniest of mistakes. He knew that you had no self-confidence. He knew you believed that if you were not perfect, then you weren’t good enough at all. He knew he just shattered your self worth, and after trying his best to help you piece it back together, all his attempts to give you compliments and tell you that you’re doing well and that you earned your place, he was doing a shitty job now. All he did in response was give a very hesitant nod, admitting his fault yet wanting to keep it to himself. Daichi sighs as he leans back against the chair across from him, crossing his arms as he watches Kageyama frown deeper. Tanaka eases forward, the role of ‘bad cop’ suiting him nicely while Nishinoya’s body is against the wall, just watching. Even Noya is disappointed.

“Then you know what you have to do, right?”

“Mm.”

“Good. Give her time, she needs it. You’re lucky none of us have punched you in the face.”

“Still debating,” Tanaka pops his knuckles as he glares at the dark-haired boy. Daichi moves to stand up, motioning for the rest of the boys to leave as well, before letting his body rest on the doorframe as he pauses.

“I know she means a lot to you, I can see it in your face whenever you look at her. I know you didn’t mean what you said, but you did, and you can’t take it back. When you apologize to her, you better beg.” He turns around to walk out before stopping again to face him. “Oh, and if I ever find out you do that again, consider your position lost,” he deadpans, leaving the room and shutting the door, leaving the darkness to consume Kageyama and his thoughts, letting his regrets and guilt float around in his nerves and letting it sink into his stomach.

He messed the fuck up.

Fun facts:

Hi yes angst :p i wanted to show the toxic side of kageyama, and that it isnt all soft!kageyama and whatnot

He cares ab you so obvs hes gonna try and make it up

I really hope yall saw the castle/king reference i made pls i thought it was so clever for some reason help- also hinata? Yeah. did i say almost punch? Well, we’ll see in the next chapter ahahahaahah

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heyitsyn · 4 years

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Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 2

a/n: lmao this is set in the first ever inter-high so no kyo yet 😢

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

anon:

I can't wait for yn to meet other volleyball teams. Oikawa refuses to let her see Tobio

I LOVE THIS GIF AND MY HEART LEAPT OUT OF MY CHEST WHEN I SAW THIS LIKE AAAAAAAA

again, we go with the crackheadery

so, basically,,

at this point,, you werent exactly very familiar with the boys but not new so you were kinda already part of the family but there hasnt been any,,,,, deep attraction (??) that developed by the others yet

but this doesnt mean that they arent territorial or protective you!!!

when yall walked in the hallway, you were already catching looks bc wow seijoh just has everything huh

you were walking behind coach irihata until you overheard someone asking where oikawa was and you saw yahaba sweat a little when he didnt know where his captain was

while iwa went to go and get the captain, you had to do a head count to make sure no other player was missing

kunimi and kindaichi were glaring at other players who were eye-ing you since they were in charge of you whenever iwa or oikawa were gone

but mattsun and makki were publicly making it clear that you were,,, theirs

‘y/n-chan, come give senpai a hug. hes nervous for today’

makki whined and again, you werent very familiar with them yet, but familiar enough to give them their hugs

he hugged you from behind while you reviewed their notes and with his chin on your head, his eyes mockingly glared at the different schools with a smirk playing on his lips

my god were they such drama queens like bls

finally, oikawa arrived and he skipped over to you

‘y/n-chaaaannnn!!!! oikawa-san is sorry for leaving you aloneee!!!!!!’

but you didnt even look at him, continuing your review

‘dont do that next time, oikawa-san. you made iwaizumi-san look for you and held up the team’

you bluntly scolded and oikawa had teary eyes

‘y-y/n-chan, im really sorry! y/n-chan!’

he wailed and ripped you away from makki and into his arms instead

meanwhile,,, the other teams are like 👁️👄👁️

you continued your walk to the gym but oikawa had his arm around you, as if telling others you were his while iwa held your hand as he sent everyone a warning with his eyes like if they laid a finger on you, he would snap their arms in half

it made their blood boil as the eyes of these,,, testosterones,,, kept staring at you and running their eyes up and down and you squeezed iwa’s hand before he could go over and rip their eyeballs out of their face

woah there mister

as you entered the gym’s bleachers, oikawa kept you in his arms and the karasuno team were confused bc they didnt see a manager when they had their practice match

‘yohoo, tobio-chan, chibi-chan’

you sighed and gave the black and orange team an apologetic smile

when iwa smacked oikawa, you bowed slightly

‘sorry about him’

oikawa hurriedly hid you behind him and pouted

‘no, stay away from their sights, y/n-chan. theyre not worthy to lay their eyes on you’

you elbowed him though

‘what kind of nonsense are you spouting?’

‘but you are oikawa-san’s, y/n-chan!’

he whined and tobio was like, ‘oh, another girlfriend then’

bahahaha, hes so used to seeing his upperclassman with a girl and hes just like, ‘best of luck’

you shook your head and raised a hand with a smile

‘hello, my name is l/n y/n and im their manager. please excuse my captain and carry on to your warm-ups’

karasuno nodded wordlessly, taken aback by how cold yet pretty you were

it was like the younger version of their own kiyoko shimizu!!!

the others settled on their seats while iwa and kindaichi leaned over the railing to get a better view but oikawa was disinterested, arm around your shoulder and you were only closer to him due to his warmth

you pouted bc iwa-san was standing and you missed his warmth but oikawa would have to settle for now

the nearby teams that came to watch the match were giving you looks and especially the green-jacket team were staring so,,,, so hungrily,, at you and oikawa twitched at how disgusting it was

you were watching the game but was distracted when oikawa leaned his head on your neck, breath hitting your skin

‘oikawa-san? are you okay?’

you asked but he shook his head

‘oikawa-san really loves you, y/n-chan’

he made his voice a little louder to make his point across and the others diverted their gazes in a hurry when his cold smirk met their faces

you shrugged

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

makki and mattsun snickered at the dismissive answer but oikawa didnt care because all he wanted was to make the other boys back off

you heard oikawa mumble serveral times about some tobio-chan and you guessed it might have been the blueberry looking head that he taunted earlier since he couldnt have been a chibi

ngl, you were attracted by how seemed to ooze talent and you leaned forward, wanting to get more of a look of him

ofc OIKAWA THREW A RIOT and he pulled you back, placing a hand on your thigh

‘y/n-chan, careful, you might fall forward’

he stiffly warned but he truthfully didnt want you to get a closer look on his kouhai

you kept your gaze on the karasuno setter and held oikawa’s hand to get it off of your thigh

‘im okay, oikawa-san. i just want,,, a better look’

you mumbled and oikawa was staring at you intensely

oh my god, what if you recognized kageyama as a better player?

would you leave him?

would you think hes a terrible setter?

worries racked up on his brain but he snapped out of it when you turned your head after feeling his stare

‘are you okay, oikawa-san?’

you asked, worriedly since he was pale and his eyebrows were furrowed

‘y/n-chan, do you think tobio-chan is better than me?’

he asked, eyes focused on your face but so faraway

you quirked your eyebrows but still answered

‘no, i dont think so. ive never seen him play before and this is my first time so ive never really gotten a gauge of his skills. besides, youre really good so its unlikely hes better than you, or anybody else for a fact. your sets look so much,,,, whats the word,,, connected?,, yea, much more connected therefore better for our team but his is very,,, glitchy,,,?? other than that, youre still better than anybody else in my eyes. why? are you doubting yourself again, oikawa-san? because if you are, i will bonk you again’

you threantened but he let out a relieved chuckle

he placed a hand on top of your head and ruffled your hair, a smile on his face then bowed his head low

‘go on, then, y/n-chan. bonk oikawa-san’

you turned to share a bewildered look with yahaba and watari

‘no. because you asked me to, i wont. youre so weird, oikawa-san. wanting me to do weird things to you and being so confusing’

you mumbled cutely and oikawa bit his lip to contain his squeal but held your hand tighter

‘y/n-chan, youre not good for oikawa-san’s heart’

he whined but you punched his arm

‘be quiet, oikawa-san. look, that chibi’s flying!’

you pointed and that was enough to distract him from you and towards the game

when his gaze was away, you gave him a worried glance

you heard from iwa that he was insecure and suffers from inferiority complex but you didnt know it was this bad

that was it

you were going to help him realize he was a great player and he is equal with everyone and no one is above him because hes talented and his hardwork makes up for those losses

when karasuno emerged as victors, the team stood up to make their leave and prepare for their own match but you strayed away, claiming you needed to use the bathroom

‘we’ll wait for you, y/n-chan!’

oikawa said but you waved your hands no

‘i-,,, need to use it and besides, i have a friend here! please, go ahead!’

iwa gave you a suspicious glance

‘who is it? we can still wait’

you pouted and huffed before giving them your puppy eyes

their eyes widened and they nodded, stuttering that they will meet you in the gym

when they were finally out of sight, you ran down hallway and finally found the black-jacket team gathered by an entrance

it was hinata who noticed you and pointed at you, claiming you are the goddess seijoh manager

but you didnt mind and focused on the blueberry

‘kageyama-san?’

you heard iwa mention him and you figured it was his last name

the poor boy was stuttering and awkwardly nodding in greeting

but you clenched your fists

‘i might not be a professional or a volleyball enthusiast but oikawa-san recognizes your talent and he considers you a rival so i do too. kageyama-san, karasuno, we will defeat you. you will face oikawa-san and iwaizumi-san and mattsun-san and makki-san and the others and you will tremble at our strength so play with everything you got because no matter what, we will win. congratulations on your win with your match but i noticed you holding back on them. if i see you, karasuno, kageyama-san, not playing your best, you will face my wrath. keep that in mind.’

you bowed deeply and they were so taken aback bc adkfj;sadfkjask what is going on why is this little chibi threatning them why is kageyama being pointed out what

sugawara let out a shocked chuckle before fussing at you to stand back straight and to not bow at them

you nodded but you held out your phone to the blueberry, a gentle smile on your face

‘i understand you are iwaizumi-san and oikawa-san’s underclassman from middle school. if you would, please exchange contacts with me and you can tell me stories about my boys so i can use it against them to rein them in whenever they get out of control, especially oikawa-san’

lmao y/n whos child are you

poor kagellama tobiyolo stopped functioning and it took sugawara to put in his contact for him

YOU CANNOT TELL ME SUGAMAMA DOES NOT MEMORIZE HIS CHILDRENS CONTACTS

you finally gave everyone a bright smile and waved your hand

‘ill be going now. thank you for your contact, kageyama-san, and expect a text from me later. karasuno, continue playing and the next time i will see you will be in the court. thank you’

when you left, they were still frozen

and kageyama was so red and so flustered bc not only did a girl talk to him, but a PRETTY GIRL talked to him

‘kageyama?! oh my god kageyama’s broken! help!’

seijoh saw you entering the gym and they fussed over you and asked where you went off to since it took you a long time

‘i just talked threatened to kageyama-san’

at the mention of that name, everyone stood still

but when you mentioned you exchange contacts

oikawa screamed

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