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hotvinimon · 15 days

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MINE.

❀ MSBY sakusa kiyoomi x fem!reader

ㅡsakusa kiyoomi loves in private but that doesn't mean he's afraid to show you off.

not proofread. forgive me if there are mistakes will fix them soon. also, it's my first time to write for him agh!

you arrived a bit... early.

apparently from your standpoint which is the entrance of the arena, your claim is simply an understatement. you are the first person to arrive. as a matter of fact you're the first person in line for ticket check.

"are you...(y/n)?" the staff controlling the line to the entrance has taken interest in your identity rather than your ticket in his hand.

"yes. why?" you ask, uncertain of how he knows your name.

"hm, i need you step aside for a moment." he shoots you a small smile before turning his head to where other staff are gathered. he shouts. "someone call Sato, he needs to assist a lady right here!" the group of staff nodded before briskly walking away.

you observe the ticket master takes, rips, stamps a logo on a person's inner wrists, and gives their tickets back precisely like he has done this for years. he didn't question any of them, heck he didn't even spare more than a second looking at their faces unlike what he did to you which brings you in wonder.

"am i in trouble?" you ask.

"no." he side glances you for a moment before returning his focus back to his job.

"then why am i being on hold?" you didn't want to irk him by asking too many questions but he's isn't supplying you with answers that will keep you at ease.

he halts mid-air, holding a stamp in hand as he looks at you with a confused face like you uttered a statement that was too far-fetched.

"he didn't tell you?" he cocks a brow before pressing the stamp on the skin of the person waiting in line. his eyes still on you.

"who's 'he'?" the more you question the deeper the crease between his eyebrow becomes.

are you supposed to know everyone in this arena? sure, you have watched games here a couple of times but that doesn't mean you know everything that goes on in their system. he could at least let you on with a bit of information.

the ticketing master shifts his vision to the person approaching behind you. he hums.

"hm, worry not. sato's here. he will assist you inside." you don't even know who sato is but you nodded like you understood what he met. he speaks to the boy catching his breath. "she's (y/n)."

"yes! i know her face. he made sure i remember her." the man wearing a laced id with his last name, Sato, printed on it chuckles. at the corner of his laminated identification card is a job title.

"VIP staff" you read with your eyes.

"I'll lead you to your seat." Sato gestures you follow him inside.

without saying a word, even though you're dubious of what is going on, you trail behind him. he walks down a fleet of stairs, looking through his shoulder from time to time to check you.

he stops right before the barricade separating the blue and red chairs. the blue chairs dominate the arena. it's tiered starting from the barricade to the exit doors while the red chairs are numbered. it is in equal footing with the floor of the court, placed right next to the team's corner.

"you can choose whatever seat you want but i suggest you go for the one over there. that's the nearest seat to MSBY and the view there is amazing." sato directs you with full smile.

"there must be a mistake. i have a regular ticket." you decided to speak up, showing him your stub but he waves it off.

"everyone gets a regular ticket whether you buy it online or over the counter. the red chairs or the vips are per request." as sato explains the more confused you get.

"i didn't request a vip seat." you reply.

"yes, you didn't but MSBY Sakusa did." As he mentions your boyfriend's name your lids peel off and gradually everything make sense.

"i didn't know." you said in a hushed tone.

"oh! it must be a surprise!" sato claps his hands enthusiastically but you, on the other hand, is horrified of the situation.

your eyes scan the vip section only to recognize a couple of faces. celebrities, influencers, bloggers, daughters from prominent families, and so on. and you look at yourselfㅡplain white shirt tucked in a high waisted jeans. slung over your shoulder is a signature bag that took Sakusa ages for you to accept. a bag priced thrice as a regular one is a no-no for you but your boyfriend argued that it's reasonable because it's your first birthday with him (although, you have spent countless birthdays with him it was as a friend and not as a lover. he thought dating you will give him the right to spoil you with gifts). you are not prepared for this situation. you wish you pulled your best top out of your closet or caked your face with make up.

"make yourself comfortable, i'll be at entrance C if you need anything." Sato says as he walks back up.

"wait, Sato." you stop him and he turns. "is it okay if i move seats and by that i mean up there, in those blue ones?" sato pauses for a moment before he replies.

"course! you can take whatever seat you want." he offers you a gentle smile before walking out.

knowing that famous individuals that will sit next to you gives you anxiety. you don't want to be put alongside with people whom you constantly feel like you have to adjust yourself just so you could appear admirable in their eyes. you wish to spare yourself of headache. albeit, all you want to do is to enjoy you boyfriend's game and cheer for him.

with much thought, you make your way up to the blue seats. you settle in the last seat in a row and immediately pulls your phone out of your pocket. you snap a picture of the court from where you are and sends it to your boyfriend. you type in "here." before clicking send.

a few seconds to a minute, a check appears next to your message. a note that tells you he has seen it. you didn't bother waiting for his reply as you already that at this point he and his team are preparing for the match. so, you zip your phone in your bag and relax your back on the seat.

a chattering noise accompanied by steps coming from the stairs is heard as two girls wearing a Bokuto and Sakusa jersey appears. they sit next to you, giddy about the upcoming match. the other girl which is sitting farther from you notices you.

"who are you cheering for?" she asks, cheeks turning red the moment you met eyes with her. she's probably hesitant to start a conversation with a stranger but since you're stuck with them (because you're sitting in the last seat of the row) she ought to make friends with you.

"MSBY." you simply state.

"who in MSBY?" she asks.

"Sakusa Kiyoomi." the other girl turns and instantly her face lights up at the mention of her idolㅡobviously, as she's wearing his jersey.

"Oh my god! you like him too?!" she gasps, leaning to your side.

"like" is a funny word. you don't just like him, you are in love with him. you have loved him for years even before he became a professional volleyball player. you were his friend and ally, mostly when you join forces into jesting or pushing other people's buttons. your admiration for him goes beyond Sakusa as a volleyball player. you like him as the person you share breakfast with or the grumpy old man he turns to when the room gets too messy to his liking. you like him when he's unable to decipher how to bake a chocolate cake or how to callout a neighboor that's too loud. you like him in many ways others couldn't.

nonetheless, you nod to the girl and as she squeals her friend taps on her shoulder as she points to the court. "they're here!"

both you and your boyfriend's fan turn your eyes to where she is pointing. there you see his team walking from the dugout. you spot him behind the three: hinata, bokuto, and miya. contrary to the three men who never run out of energy, he walks behind them calmly almost like he's bored. as soon as he steps in the court his eyes scan the audience.

he's looking for you.

he squints to search for your face and when his piercing eyes sees you, you swear to the sky and below that you felt your whole body shiver in fear. he tilts his head to the side as he narrows his eyes at you then he jogs his way to the team's coach. they exchanged a few words and after a nod from his coach, he's on his way to you.

your throat runs dry when his long legs skip the barricade separating the court and the red seats and the red seats to the blue seats. the two girls next to you jumps in their seats in excitement as they watch Sakusa climb the stairs towards their direction.

you turn your head to the side, away from the stairs and to the two girls with owl-like eyes anticipating the volleyball player. you cover your pathetic face with one hand and after a while you feel a daunting presence next to you. he didn't do anything, he just stands and looks at you through his bottom lashes.

"hey, hey, MSBY Sakusa is here! i thought you like him? come on this is a one time opportunity!" the girl next to you wearing your boyfriend's jersey scream-shouts. thanks to her support now you're melting in embarrassment.

Sakusa clears his throat and it's about time for you tear your hand away from your face. you shoot him a sheepish smile as his brows meet at the center of his forehead.

"why are you sitting here?" your voice hitches as his cold tone reaches you.

"i, uh... heh." you purse your lips into a tight smile.

"did sato not assist you? i made sure he remembers your name and face. i reserved a seat for you at the vip section." he arches a brow. at this point, the two girls next to you are watching the events unfold with their mouths hanging. they didn't expect this at all, and it's clear with how they look.

"listen, omi. i don't want to sit there." your mention of his first name, no, his nickname had the girl sitting next to you gasp loudly in shock. her friend cupped her hand over her mouth to stop her.

"and why?" sakusa challenges as he bends his back down to match with your height. he anchors his hand on the backrest of the seat in front of you and the other on your seat. you are completely caged, trapped between his spreadout arms.

"i don't want to sit next to celebrities looking like this! we both have many things in common but we surely share the same level of hostility towards people, especially famous entitled ones. you know this."

the amphitheater is beggining to swarm with people. you and sakusa have gained a number of head turns and even some of them took a quick photo of him. the least you want right now is attention but your conversation with your boyfriend isn't ending any time soon.

"i don't even know who those celebrities are." He pauses, then adds. "i want to see your face up close when i play, baby." he never calls you with that pet name, ever. not in public places, not in front of friends, but always when he needs something from you.

"baby, can you cook me dinner?"

"you look so good. do you have spare time, baby?

"oh, come on, baby, cuddle with me won't you?"

it's totally fine when it's just the two of you in a room but when he says it with ears nearby you can't help but succumb to his request just to end the embarrassment. when he sees you slowly sinking into your seat, he already knows.

he has won.

sakusa offers a hand to guide you to the vip section but you look at him, head slowly shaking to the sides.

"you don't have to do that."

"i insist." a cheeky grin plays on his lips as he continues. "quick, you don't want everyone's eyes on us, don't you?"

hence, with a long sigh and a quick grab on his hand you flees you out of your seat like a knight saving his princess. you give the two kind girls a swift nod as a way of saying goodbye and in return they stick their thumb out, eyes still wide as a deer in headlights.

as you tail behind sakusa with your hands intertwined, you pull him back gently so he can stop and wait for you.

"you're doing this on purpose. you're enjoying my flustered face. i know you, omi." you say through your teeth and for the nth time today he catches you off guard by leaning in to the side of your face. he turns his head towards you just enough for you to feel his lips brushing against your ears.

"let me show you off." he whispers.

"i thought you said you hate attention." you reply, swallowing in air as you feel a growing grin against the shell of your ears.

"i do but i'm letting them know you're mine."

title's not the best lol but thanks for reading! hope ya like it ;)

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hotvinimon · 16 days

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Suna Rintaro

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hotvinimon · 16 days

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Suna Rintaro Fluff <3

People are responsible for their own actions, which you thought was true until, you were 1 hour and 15 minutes late to your date, with disheveled hair, utterly stretched lounge wear and ice cream smudged on your face due to none other than your ex-best friend Suna Rintaro.

And why we are calling him ex, you will know very soon...

Who doesn’t love dates, a lover to hold you, to make you feel less lonely, to kiss you until death and all that romantic shit, especially after a drought of boyfriends.

After complete 21 years of being utterly single, you were finally asked out by a random guy from economics (shut up! we don’t judge here, or maybe we do…) for a dinner date. And who do you think would be the best person to help ???

**Drum beats**

Of course your best friend, that isn’t actually…. helping ???

(it’s okay, deep breathing)

“Rin, would you really prefer watching your silly Tik toks, than helping your bestest friend aka me for going on a date ??” you whined.

“Hmm ?? what were you saying ??” Suna asked, at the same time chuckling on a silly tik tok.

“Rintaro… for the third time… DO YOU REMEMBER THAT I AM GOING ON A DATE ???”

“Are you questioning my memory or the relevance of your date ?? ”

“Fr ?? You know what Rintaro, you’re making it real hard for me right now not to hold you upside down and cartoonishly shake you until your brain comes back from your knees to your skull and shove you inside my toilet while I call you a ‘dweeb’. But you know what, That’s my problem, Go live your life rin.”

You once again started looking for a nice dress to wear, and for the third time Suna looked at you with saucer eyes, wide jaw without any comeback this week, and it was only Monday.

“And close your mouth, it reeks till here”

“What the actual fuck dude ??? you know what… I don’t even know why are you going on that date ?? Does that guy makes your heart beat faster ???

“I have anxiety dude, everything makes my heart beat faster”

You definitely were something that Suna couldn’t get rid off, even if he wanted to.

Suna doesn’t like you… not from the very first day when you landed in his life, when his dad was taking pictures of him and Miya twins in their garden, when suddenly you tripped their and broke their fence with your tricycle… ( yeah you were that kind of kid ) which, resulted in loud cackles of Suna and his friends, his dad went over to help you when,

“Shut up pussy faces, you would scare a kid or two”

Which resulted in wide eyes, loud gasps, a few coughs and tension in the situation, which you ended by blowing a raspberry and sprinting out.

Not even the second time when his teacher in playschool introduced you to other kids and a kid laughed at your water bottle, which you threw it on his face, with a

“you can have it, nerd”

Not even the third time, when your middle school teacher body shamed Suna and you replied with “Fuck you”. Which lead to your parents attending the school, and on getting scolded for your language you again replied, “I’m sorry sir, with all due respect kindly intercourse yourself.”

And Not even the third time, when he spotted you at 10 at the night outside CV store, still in your high school uniform, when some boys approached you on a Bike, and asked “Such a pretty girl walking alone at night, how about we drop you ?” with a disgusting smirk that he wanted to wipe off with a massive punch, but stopped when you replied with, “I walked alone even when I was alive” with a resting bitch face, resulting in paled faces of the boys, that drove away at their fastest.

And not even any other time when he glared, and ripped away all the possible proposals that you could have had on the Valentines. He just cares for you because you are his best friend.

He swears he doesn’t like you but all these years, you didn’t left any moment when Suna could think about any other girl other than you, but when you, his best friend from childhood, about whom he didn’t had any romantic feelings was asked on a date, he suddenly felt numb, he felt an ache in chest that he couldn’t even explain, he felt his throat dried, that someone just kicked his sand castle. (Samu called him an oblivious simp and hopeless romantic)

He didn’t know what to do, he doesn’t know what to say, but watching you being anxious while fussing over a dress.

He finds it cute, but repulsive at the same time, because you are doing it for some other guy.

“Rintaro, my dear best friend, love of my life, icing on my churro, how about you actually help me, RATHER THAN EATING MY ICECREAM ?????” you pounced upon him snatching your ice cream cup and his phone at the same time elbowing his abdomen and sprinting off to the dining area of your shared apartment to save your life.

He yelped in pain and ran after you. After continuously running around the dining table, he finally picks you up on his shoulder and throws you on the couch. You yelped at sudden force and cringed at the ice cream, dripping from your face and hands, which he actually pins down against the sofa.

“LEAVE ME DORK” you tried wriggling out of his grasp only to be yanked again and now crushed with Suna’s whole body weight. You tried screaming but suddenly stopped when-

“Y/n please don’t go.”

Your smile falters to a frown due to sudden change tension in the air. “Hey Rin… what are you-”

“I love you.”

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hotvinimon · 19 days

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I AM GOING TO SKIN MYSELF ALIVE. AAAHHHHHH.

goodddddd this is so cute

⭑ : 呪術廻戦 ❛ 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗛𝗬𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗦 : yuuta okkotsu x reader

࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔 synopsis: the thin line between being friends and lovers is one you thought yuuta would never cross, until he does

contents: no curse au. a smidge of angst. fluff! mutual pining. kissing (how scandalous) maki and toge play cupid. second person pov.

it's early spring, the sun had long since set and the cherry blossoms were in bloom. pale pink petals drifted on your window sill as you gazed out the misted glass.

you were trying to focus on the paragraphs about active sites and substrates in front of you. you'd read the same lines over and over again without absorbing anything. your heart simply wasn't in it. you wanted to talk to someone, not just anyone. your best friend.

if you could even call him that with how distant he'd been over the last few weeks. the two of you had known each other for as long as you could remember and had always been inseparable, but that wasn't the case recently

he was almost a stranger when you talked, barely acknowledging you or any of your actions and his responses to your messages seemed detached when he bothered to text you back

you glanced down at your lock screen. streams of messages varying from toge asking you to play fortnite with him to maki telling you about the gossip she'd heard from nobara. but nothing from yuuta.

you exhaled loudly as you tossed your phone onto your dresser. you missed him but you wouldn't push it. after all, you didn't even know why he'd suddenly fallen off your radar.

you flipped through your biology textbook absentmindedly, skimming over detailed diagrams of organ systems and leaf cells. the words seemed to float above your head and your thoughts circled back to yuuta.

did you do something? no. that wasn't it. if you did maki wouldn't have been able to keep it from you. your mind raced, trying to figure out what could've caused so much distance between the two of you you're so engrossed in your thoughts that you don't hear your door creaking open

"hey" a familiar voice makes you snap your gaze up to find yuuta standing in your doorway. you're startled, undeniably so and for a second you think you've conjured him up. you blink once. twice he's still there.

"i hope you don't mind me coming over, your mom let me in" yuuta rambled "do you have minute to talk?"

you know you should tell him you don't have a slither of time for him. you know you should tell him to get lost. but you don't. because somehow every single thought you have is drowned out by his dark blue eyes.

"sure, i've got a biology test tomorrow but it's just on enzymes and transport in animals so i can study later"

"great!" he grins, shutting the door behind him. he pads softly over to your bed and sits cross-legged beside you. his smile turns more sincere as his blue iris meet your (e/c) ones. he watches you intently and you feel slightly self conscious under his scrutiny.

it's shallow, but you wish you'd opted for studying in a more flattering outfit instead of an oversized t-shirt and sweatpants. it's stupid because yuuta doesn't seem to care about what you're wearing.

"what did you want to talk about?" you asked, closing your textbook and setting it down on your bedside table. a sick twisted part of you hoped he wanted to talk about the two of you.

it wouldn't happen, there was a line between what was left of your friendship and anything more that you and yuuta would simply never cross. you knew that. so you didn't understand why the words he uttered next had your heart shattering into tiny fragments.

"i've got a date tonight" he fiddled with the hem of his shirt as he spoke, blissfully unaware of how the words ate you alive. of how they chewed you up into a pulp and spat you out ruthlessly.

your smile faltered briefly, it was barely noticeable — you were quick to mask it with a wobbly grin. your throat suddenly felt incredibly dry as your gaze dropped to your hands. they were balled into fists as you dug crescents into the soft flesh of your palms.

"i asked this girl in my geography class out, you don't have any classes together so i'm not sure you know her...." he says, raking a hand through his dark hair. his voice sounded distant. as if someone else was speaking for him. like he wasn't really there

maybe you really were dreaming. you had to be. yuuta wouldn't do this to you, he couldn't be that cruel. you knew that. yuuta would never hurt you. you were his best friend, he loved you. his love was pure and blameless. it was anything but cruel ( it was everything but romantic )

"....she's really nice, i think you two would be good friends" he beams. it was slowly sinking in that he really had a date — a date with someone else. a date with someone who wasn't you. it stung.

you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy tugging at your heart strings. the twisted feeling was closely followed by one of guilt. it wasn't right to be jealous. you were just friends. that's all you'd ever been.

"i'm really happy for you" you say, the words dripped from your tongue slowly, deliberately — drenched in false sweetness and blind loyalty. he deserved to be happy , you just selfishly wished it was with you

"thank you" he says softly, dark azure blue eyes sparkling. the expression on his face was so warm. so familiar. you wanted to reach across and take his hand. to hold it tightly. to keep him close to you so he wouldn't leave again. but he wasn't yours. and you were sure he never would be.

"so...why are you here? shouldn't you be getting ready for your date?" the questions came out harsher than intended, but yuuta wasn't fazed. he's oblivious to the bitterness in your tone, he's oblivious to your feelings.

"i need your help" he admits sheepishly, "i've never been on a date before so i thought you could teach me the basics" the confession brings a slight flush to his cheeks and his fingers tap nervously against his knees.

you blinked once, twice and then shook your head lightly. you'd waited so long for him to notice your feelings. and now he was asking you for advice?

the universe was cruel. undeniably so. it seemed to be laughing at you. mocking you for thinking your best friend could ever view you in such a light even if you only dreamed about it subconsciously.

"let me get this straight" you sighed, rubbing your temples " you want me to teach you how to go on a date?" yuuta nodded earnestly, a small pink tint creeping across his cheeks

"yes please" he was so cute. so perfect. you couldn't say no to him. even though he hadn't spoken to you properly in weeks. you wouldn't say no to him. not now, not ever.

"there isn't much to say in all honesty, it'll come naturally to you so just be yourself. you're a really sweet guy yuuta, any girl would be lucky to have you" you felt tears prickling at the back of your eyes

you weren't lucky. you were absolutely, unequivocally, cursed.

"what if she wants me to kiss her? i've never kissed anyone before i'm kind of nervous about it" he said shyly, his cheeks reddened with embarrassment as he stared intently at your covers.

"i doubt it'll come to that" you murmured, "you don't have to kiss on the first date, it's better to take thing slow"

"have you ever kissed someone on the first date?" yuuta asked curiously.

"that's a bit of a personal question isn't it?" you mused, "but i have" you reflected on the clumsy clashing of lips and wandering hands you'd experienced after mediocre first dates. nothing worth writing home about.

there were no sparks flying, no currents coursing through your veins. just unfeeling touches as you tried to find someone, anyone to fill the void. but they were never anything special. they weren't yuuta.

"can you teach me?" the question caught you off guard. he was staring right at you, those deep blue eyes searching your soul.he seemed nervous, unsure of himself.

"what?" you resisted the temptation to gulp audibly

"can you teach me how to kiss ?" he asks slowly, pronouncing each syllable carefully. like he was testing the waters to see how far he could get.

"kissing isn't something i can teach, it's just something you figure out besides how would i even go about teaching you how to kiss?" you rambled, wringing your hands in your lap.

"you could kiss me" yuuta suggested with a bright, hopeful grin, he held your gaze with unwavering intensity. his voice was unusually steady and clear.

"i can't do that" you splutter. the words tasted bitter on your tongue. yuuta's face falls and he's quick to avert his gaze.

"why not?" he sounds genuinely perplexed. it was a good idea, a great idea even. he didn't understand why you were so adamant about saying no.

"because, we're friends" you say the words through gritted teeth "and i'm not going to kiss you when you're going out with another girl. it's not fair to her" and it especially wasn't fair to you.

not when he'd ignored you for days— not when you were hopelessly in love with him.

yuuta stared blankly at you, brows furrowed in confusion as the words processed slowly in his head. you watched him, gnawing at your bottom lip. this sucked more than being ghosted. you wanted to cry. to scream. to do anything but deal with this.

"you should go yuuta" you said quietly, "you're going to be late for your date" you forced a smile which only served to make him frown even more.

"are you upset with me?" he asked anxiously. this wasn't supposed to happen. if maki's hypothesis was right, pretending he had a date tonight should've result in you blurting out a confession and ending this stalemate "i'm sorry"

"don't apologise" you sighed, "i'm not upset....maybe just a little, i just think you should get going. it's rude to keep your date waiting"

maki's hypothesis was wrong. so wrong. he'd gotten his hopes up for nothing. it had taken him time to process his feelings for you, and he'd gone about it in confusing ways. this was a last ditch effort to fix things. and it was a bust.

he could see your friendship — his whole world — falling apart because of him.

he wasn't sure how to tell you that you consumed his thoughts wholly. that you were the first and last thing he thought of every day. that he couldn't envision a future without you. he was trapped by his feelings for you and he selfishly prayed the truth would set him free.

"there isn't one" he admits, " there's no date.. i lied so you would kiss me" his gaze met yours again, you blinked owlishly. none of this made any sense.

"you wanted me to kiss you?" you repeated incredulously. "why would you want that?"

"i don't know if you ever noticed but i'm in love with you" he says firmly, a serious look etched onto his features. your lips parted slightly, and your breath caught in your throat. "i needed time to process how i felt and being around you made that too difficult"

you sat in silence for a moment, trying to process what he'd just said. yuuta okkotsu was in love with you. not the girl from his geography class that he'd conjured up. you. you didn't expect to hear these words coming from him. never in a million years.

"i understand if you don't feel the same way. it's selfish of me to say such things after being so cold to you and i'm sorry i lied" his words crashed into each other," not that it changes anything it was maki's idea. i asked her if i had a chance and she told me this would answer my question—"

"why would you listen to maki?" you interrupted, bewildered. he shrugged, it had seemed reasonable at the time. though he should've been able to tell she had something up her sleeve from the glint in her gold flecked eyes.

"she knows you better than anyone and i was desperate because toge told me someone asked you out after school today and i was going to lose you if i didn't do something quickly" he confessed, running his fingers through his dark hair

"you've always had me" you said softly, this sweet, caring, innocent, adorable soul, had no idea how much you liked him. and it was the most obvious thing in the universe.

he lets out a breath he wasn't even aware he was holding. relief floods over his pale skin, the smile on his face is so wide it looks almost painful. "that's a relief"

"you had me fooled" you laughed, "maki'll thank you later, i was a few moments away from calling her in tears" it's a bit embarrassing to admit out loud, but honesty seemed to be the theme with both of you tonight.

"you care that much about me?" he asks hesitantly. it's almost impossible for him to believe it. you'd both placed each other on a pedestal, thinking that you weren't good enough for the other. but sharing the mutual understanding that you were better together

falling in love with your best friend was no longer deemed an unfortunate curse but a blessing "you don't know the half of it" you admitted, brushing his hair away from his eyes.

the lines between friends, and what you are now are blurred mosaic tiles that cloud your vision. yet all you can see is yuuta. he's yours. wholly. his beautiful smile and his kind heart, every inch of him.

the sound of his heartbeat filled every single inch of your brain. it drowned out the obnoxious ticking of your pochacco alarm clock, it drowned out the chiming of your phone — probably with texts from maki and toge — it drowned out the giddy feeling in your stomach as his blue eyes lingered on your lips

"can i get that kiss now?" he asks shamelessly. you can feel your heart hammering as his hands brush against yours. you nod silently.

you could feel yourself drowning in the oceanic pull of his eyes. the tides are threatening to pull you under. but yuuta is holding your hand and pulling you impossibly close to him until your noses brushed against each other softly and you could smell the spearmint and cherry blossoms lingering on him

you're not sure who closes the gap as your lips ghost over each others. it's tentative and hesitant but it feels right. he tasted like love, in every sense of the word.

he was different from the boys you'd gone on dates with. yuuta kissed you gently, with feeling. he kissed you like he meant it. that's all it took to make fireworks explode inside your chest. that's all it took to make you fall in love with him all over again

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hotvinimon · 21 days

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This is so cute. She even wrote a part 2 for me.

And I'm not crying

Jealous At Training Camp [part 2]

synopsis: the team finds out that Kuroo asked you on a date (same day)

part 1

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“Come in!“, Kuroo called when he heard someone knock at the door. He was currently standing in front of the mirror, trying to decide which shirt to wear.

Lev’s lanky shape appeared and he joined Kenma on one of the makeshift beds. The setter took a rare gaming break (his console had to charge) and instead flipped through a random manga one of his teammates had left next to their bed. In short, he was being of absolutely no help even though Kuroo had summoned him to help choose an outfit. Lev frowned at his captain, “Where are you off to so late?“

“Going to a movie.“, Kuroo answered evasively. He noticed the gray-haired menace visibly deflating.

“With Sawamura-san and Bokuto-san?“, he asked, a definite pout in his voice, adding with a mumble, “I wanted to practice my spikes a bit more.”

“No.“, Kuroo smiled at him in the reflection of the mirror, holding up a graphic T with a science pun printed across the chest, “Actually, I am meeting y/n-san.“

“What did I just hear?“

Inuoka popped his head through the door, throwing the older boy a knowing grin.

Kuroo groaned inwardly. He really wasn‘t feeling like getting everyone involved until he knew there was something to get them involved in. But he also knew Inuoka was unlikely to let it go.

“Maybe you should go with something a bit cooler.“, the fellow middle blocker suggested, letting himself drop down next to Kenma on the bed, “Like a button down.”

Kuroo gave him a look. “You’re right. Let me check - oh wait, I left my classy attire in my other sports bag.”, he said sarcastically. Inuoka raised his hands in defeat (although the captain did exchange the graphic T for a plain black one).

“Which movie will you guys see?“, Lev asked.

“Who is this?“, Tora, who had walked past the now completely open door, swerved to be part of the conversation.

“Kuroo-san has a date.“, Inuoka informed in an affectionate tone a mother might use when she sent her son off to his first day of preschool.

“Oooooooh.“ The newcomer leaned in the doorframe, crossing his arms, looking over the chosen outfit approvingly. “And who is the lucky lady?“

Before Kuroo could stop him, Lev answered “Y/n-san.“ putting lots of emphasis on each syllable.

Tora raised a surprised brow. “Our manager?! I didn’t even know you were into her!“

“Then you were the only one. As per usual.”, Kenma muttered, scanning the manga panels with little interest.

“Who’s Kuroo-san into?“ Fukunaga, called over by the commotion coming from the Nekoma bedroom, joined Tora in the doorway.

“Do you all really have nothing better to do?“, Kuroo asked exasperatedly, fixing his hair (as much as possible).

“No.“, Tora and Inuoka replied in unison.

“Okay, listen. Yes, I have a date. Yes, it is with our manager. Yes, I am nervous. Now, can we please drop it? I have to leave in like five minutes.“

Silence.

“So will you bring flowers?“

“GET OUT!“

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For that one person who asked for a part 2 xD

✨ @hotvinimon ✨

#haikyuu fluff #haikyuu kurro tetsuro #kuroo testuro #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsuro x reader #nekoma

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hotvinimon · 22 days

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Choose

Suggest me Characters as well.

My personal choices - Suna, Atsumu, Kuroo, Tsukishima, matsukawa, Hanamaki, Gojo, Bakugo

Also, say Hi in comments or like the post so I can tag you people, when the fic is ready

Fic is Ready - Here

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hotvinimon · 22 days

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I just created my instagram account today. I don't know what to do now

#i don't know who to follow #instagram #post #insta #instapost #I don't know what to do

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I AM GONNA BURY MYSELF.

Hello! Can I request tsukishima & number 13 for your ask game please 💝

Hellooooo, so since you didn't specify which Tsukishima and I've always wanted to write about my dearest, beloved, big brother Akiteru, I'm gonna write about him.

Your heart fits like a key - Tsukishima Akiteru x Reader

Akiteru knows he shouldn’t complain. There are plenty of people out there who have it worse than him. Most days he’s fine with it, truly, can take his little brother’s attitude as what it is - he’s still just a prickly teenager after all.

But sometimes, everything cuts a little deeper, and playing for some team feels more like a burden than joy. He’s barely above average, not tall enough, not strong enough, not quick enough… not smart enough.

There are days when he doubts he’s doing the right thing.

It’s on a day like that he spots you in the stands, oversized hoodie making you look smaller than you are. You’re clapping and cheering for every point and if he plays a little better just because of you, it’s going to be his secret and his alone.

You’re incredibly cute, but he just can’t bring himself to approach you.

He’s just some player, after all. Not the ace, not the Captain, who misses at least one training session per week because of College.

Akiteru would readily nag Kei if he ever dared to talk like that.

But he’s not above admitting it himself. He’s a little scared and not at all ready to face his fears.

Until you come by again.

And again.

By now he knows your name, your College major, and your favorite drink. You’re related to the team's Libero - or at least your mother’s are very close - and you tend to sit next to Akiteru when the team goes out for drinks after a game.

It’s pretty obvious to those who’ve got to know him, how he falls silent the moment you slip into the spot next to him. How he can’t help but listen to every word you speak, even if it’s just you mumbling over what to order.

If only they’d stop trying to matchmake.

“Oh, Akiteru,” Tsutomu claps him on the shoulder, “Can you do me a favor?”

“Uh, sure, what do you need?”

Tsutomu points at the door. You’re waving back at him and Akiteru’s heart lurches up into his throat.

“Can you walk her home? I promised but my girlfriend’s back and I’d much rather spend time with her.”

Cold sweat is running down his neck. He can’t say no, but can he say yes?

Your hand folds around his, your skin warm against the coldness of his.

“Tsutomu says you’re into me,” you tell him, warm eyes not leaving him as he chokes on his breath. “Is he lying?”

“You should know,” Akiteru chokes out when he’s able to breathe again, “That I’m not a great volleyball player. I didn’t play one game in High School.”

“And?”

“And?” He asks back, a little confused. Shouldn’t that be enough reason?

“Are you aware that volleyball skills are not that important for a relationship?”

There’s a moment of silence, tense enough that he could hear a pin drop. Your hand is still folded around his, his heart beats too fast to be healthy.

Your lips form into a smile and he can’t help but mirror it.

Soon you are giggling, and he’s laughing along.

Sometimes he feels less then, but today, he feels on top of the world.

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hotvinimon · 23 days

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omygod, this is so underrated.

(My sister and her husband has kind of same picture in their home. It looks so cute. )

ushijima has one of your engagement pictures framed and hung so it's visible as soon as anyone enters your home.

it's a bit out of character for him, honestly. incredibly ornate, immense, and dramatic.

and it's not that he doesn't partake in romantic gestures, you'll never deny that. but, his gestures are usually intimate and reserved for the two of you. his love for you and how he honors it is meant for you and you alone.

to ushijima though, this picture is a testament to your love. something that shouldn't only be framed but displayed for everyone to see. for those who step foot into your home to understand that this is one, if not the proudest achievement of his life. to understand the adoration and devotion that's housed within these walls.

it resembles an art piece, from the positioning down to the framing. at 147cm wide and 112cm tall, it takes up the majority of the wall opposite the entryway. it's frame is thick midnight wood, with waves carved by hand that glint with the gold and bronze finish. the sloping profile of the frame reminds him of the sea, it's tide, and the pull the moon has on the salty body. looking at the picture, it's easy to see you are his moon.

in the picture, the sunlight filters through gaps in the clouds, a glow surrounding your figure. highlighting your body's movements as you're captured mid-laugh. you're tucked into ushijima's right side, an arm wrapped around you securing you to him. head thrown back, silent laughter escaping your lips, with rays of light highlighting patches of your skin, ushijima is captured by you. in that moment, his torso turns towards you, eyes soft as he gazes at you with such affection you'd have missed it if not captured. in that frozen moment, with unabashed loving looks and gentle smiles, ushijima wakatoshi is captured at his happiest.

a/n: trying to get the code writing out of my head and get the real writing in there but as you can tell im still fighting that battle LOL

#hq ushijima #hq wakatoshi #hq ushiwaka #haikyuu ushiwaka #haikyuu ushijima x reader

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hotvinimon · 28 days

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he said it then and there. Period.

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hotvinimon · 1 month

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he said it then and there. Period.

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hotvinimon · 1 month

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this shit is so cute- I'm cryin-😭😭

processes of the heart

yuta is in love with you. maddeningly so.

his love manifests in the form of his heartbeat, in the form of his blood circulation—yuta's love is everywhere, and what once was explained by scientists in an effort to further the understanding of the human body has only furthered yuta's understanding of his love.

his love for you.

okkotsu yuta ♡ gn!reader

warnings: a lot of biology terms & metaphors, yuta is super lovesick, pre-established relationship, incorrect bio facts (do not trust panda and yuta)

notes: i hope yuta moves away to a remote island in the middle of nowhere where it is safe and sound and he doesnt have to fight ever again

"oh, what a shame!" panda exclaims, looking at the clock. "it's time for my bedtime! i can't watch the movie with you guys, sorry!"

"salmon," toge says, following panda out of the living room with a nonchalant shrug.

"same. i have to go train," maki adds, standing up.

you and yuta stare at each other with confused expressions as, one by one, your classmates file out of the living room, suddenly abandoning their longtime tradition of having a movie night once a month.

"do you need to go too, yuta?" you ask apprehensively. yuta quickly shakes his head, his hands coming to flail around his figure as he fumbles over his words, trying to reassure you.

"no, don't worry,"—it's during times like these, with just the two of you, that yuta returns to his nervous first-year self—"i have plenty of time."

for you, his mind adds. he bites back his words, choosing to relish in the relief that sweeps over your face like a golden light, giving your features a glow that permeates in the crevices of his mind.

thump-thump. for some reason, yuta becomes all-too aware of the race of his heart.

"good," you say, smiling at him with that smile of yours. his heart stutters; his hands become clammy as he wipes them against the side of his shirt, feigning ignorance to the way his fingers tremble a little, the way his chest hurts a little.

yuta tries his best not to acknowledge the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, the way your gaze drifts towards the television screen, unaware of how he stares at you. oh, yuta wonders if you'll ever notice—if you'll ever notice the way he looks at you, the way he adores you. he wonders if you'll ever, for just a second, notice him the way he notices you.

just a second is enough.

because yuta is a witness—your witness—and the way you furrow your brows when you concentrate, and the way you mutter something under your breath when the main character does something stupid doesn't go unnoticed by him.

whenever something exciting happens, your eyes light up, as if your irises were made of fragments from the night sky, cut out and shaped just for you.

you shiver. yuta notices.

(when has he not?)

"are you cold?" he asks, despite already knowing the answer. yuta knows a lot about you. he knows you're going to dismiss his question, because you're always trying your best to not be anyone's burden.

but you can be my burden, yuta thinks, waiting for you to respond. he waits a lot; but yuta likes it that way. he would rather be the one waiting than making you wait, after all.

you blink owlishly, shocked that he noticed.

(when has he not?)

when you look at him, yuta feels something creep up his throat. when you look at him, yuta takes a deep breath, as if he's trying to breathe you in like oxygen, letting your presence meld into his blood and travel to all the parts of his body, fueling his existence.

the process begins with oxygen—your being—diffusing into his lungs. his heart then pumps blood to catch a wisp of you, and your being travels to the capillary beds of his tissues, giving every limb and fiber a piece of you, a fraction of your colossal vitality.

but unlike oxygen, which leaves as carbon dioxide with every exhale, yuta does not let you go. you pervade into his organs, into his body and you stay there. he doesn't know much about biology, but he knows that you never leave him; your essence is placed delicately into his cells, fusing with the fibers of his skin and the lining of his intestines.

what yuta does know, however, is that the process—of living, of loving—never ends, so long as yuta lives. because his heart is always beating, and his blood is always circulating, and yuta thinks that it only ever happens when you are there. what is all this for, if not you?

you look away. yuta feels his heart slow, and his blood comes to a standstill.

humans can go four to six minutes without oxygen. when you look away from him, yuta's heart stops beating, and the oxygen level in his system stagnates.

five seconds go by.

"i'm not cold," you respond, avoiding his gaze. yuta chases after it, desperate to live.

"are you sure?" still, he's weak to you. yuta doesn't want to force you to admit anything, nor does he want to pressure you into responding to him, even if he already knows the answer. if you refuse to admit you're cold, yuta will help you nonetheless.

he does not need oxygen for that.

ten seconds. he's still conscious.

"yeah." you give him a shaky smile, and he feels his heart shudder, strained under the weight of his body collapsing inwards, satisfied. oxygen returns to his tissues once more and yuta lives, he lives! on and on, persisting and desperate so long as you exist, so long as you spare him an ounce, a fraction of your existence.

"okay," he says, giving in. when you look away, yuta take a deep breath. he finds a blanket nearby, wrapping it gently over his shoulders before inching towards your side. your arm brushes against his and he feels goosebumps ripple throughout his skin.

"i'm cold," yuta tells you frankly, "sorry."

"oh," you breathe out, surprised. "same." your voice then drops to a whisper, as if you're embarrassed to admit the fact that you had been so vehemently opposing for the past couple minutes. yuta doesn't judge you for this; he offers you a tender smile before opening the blanket on one side.

"come here," he replies. there's a breathless tinge to his voice, as if he's high off life and bounding across meadows when you join him under the blanket. you wonder if he's actually cold, because when your arm brushes against his, it radiates warmth, drawing you in like icarus to the sun.

but yuta doesn't burn you. so you come closer and closer, 'till your arm is fully brushed up against him and you feel his figure stiffen up slightly, his eyes trained on the screen when they were once trained on you.

and yuta is unsure of what to do, because you were star-far before. all yuta could ever do, since the first year of jujutsu high, was admire you, as if you were the sky and he were bound to earth. and he would watch and watch, reaching a hand out, desperate to catch a breeze, a stray fragment of your incomparable vitality.

but here you are: next to him, his atmosphere colliding briefly—too briefly—with yours, and suddenly everything has been worth it, and suddenly everything is beautiful. he takes a deep breath and everything is right, as if all the chaos in the world (the entropy) had rearranged into one, tangible mass. because entropy becomes enthalpy and enthalpy is the total energy within a system, and the enthalpy in yuta's great, big planet takes the form of his palpable, vibrant love.

(yuta has no idea what he's talking about; he still doesn't understand how entropy and enthalpy work.)

in the corner of his peripheral vision, yuta notices you craning your head toward the television screen, paying no mind to the way he panics, the way he is left a flustered mess.

he supposes it's always been like this: with him following you.

"you know, sometimes when my body performs homeostasis—" yuta starts, trying his best to sound factual.

"stop trying to throw random biology words around," maki interrupts with a scowl, "you are not the thinker. do you even know what a lipid is?'

yuta scratches his head. "uh, i feel like i've seen it around somewhere..."

"oh yeah, 'cause lipids are strolling through the streets of tokyo," maki replies.

"aren't lipids a type of protein?" panda interjects.

yuta opens his mouth to agree, but he quickly looks away when maki pulls out a staff, doing a 360-triple-axel-jump-serve before whooping the shit out of panda for his stupidity.

"definitely not," yuta states to panda's corpse matter-of-factly, "how could you say lipids are a protein?"

"everything is a protein!" panda retorts.

that's true, yuta thinks. again, he quickly retracts his statement once maki whoops the shit out of panda for his stupidity.

"kelp," toge says, raising one hand up to wave. you walk through the doors of the living room and yuta wonders when the walls became so vibrant, when the entire school got a paint coat that dusted it with golden light.

"hey, toge!"

"[name]," maki says, her furrowed brows easing up at the sight of your face. "tell these idiots what a lipid is."

"a fat?" you respond, almost confused. "why are we talking about lipids?"

"because someone here is letting one biology lesson from shoko get to his head." maki glares at yuta. "suddenly, he thinks he's a biology prodigy."

you laugh at this, and yuta feels something hum in his chest. flowers begin to blossom all across his ribs, and their stems weave around the bone, decorating his torso with love. and then you turn to him and you grin, your eyes crinkling with mirth as he feels his stomach churn.

"don't you have a reversed technique anyway? you don't need to be a biology master, yuta."

and oh, the way you say his name—the way you look at him and the way you perceive him. yuta wants to sink into your gaze and rest there, bathing in the color of you irises for all of eternity.

homeostasis is an essential process for all organisms. it is the concept of maintaining chemical equilibrium, of balancing one's body against the environment its in. when it's cold, people shiver as a way for the body to generate heat and warm itself up. when people become warm again, the shivering stops. that is homeostasis.

when you look at him, yuta's heart races. it's desperate to circulate his blood, because the oxygen he breathes—in your presence—melts into the liquid, traveling all across his body. he supposes it's because he's desperate to capture your existence, to make a portion of it his own.

(biology is definitely not his forte.)

when you look away, yuta's heart stops. it has no function anymore. when you look away, yuta experiences momentary clinical death, the processes of his system coming to a halt since there's no reason to keep going on, to continue breathing and living if you are not there.

"you're right," he says, a slight chuckle escaping his lips. yuta feels the judging stares from his classmates, as if they're scorning him for giving into everything you say.

but he supposes it's always been like this: with him giving into you, with him loving you.

yuta's love goes beyond physical appearances, beyond the look in his eyes and the smile on his lips. his love travels from his irises to his ribs, manifesting as flowers that wind around them, reaching his heart and rooting there.

forever.

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