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lovely-keii · 4 months

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being their sibling

characters: tsukishima kei, oikawa tooru, suna rintarou

a/n: i write a fic every time i rewatch hq LOL sorry ik i said im abandoning this blog buuuut…happy bday to this blog!! (repost from 1/5 because tags broke :(( )

part 1

TSUKISHIMA KEI

looks out for you, but he can’t help that hes so emotionally constipated :’( he tries to give you advice because he genuinely is concerned for you but just is unable to word anything properly. see: “you need to stop talking to that person, you’re being a pushover,” but he just wants you to realize you’re letting people walk all over you.

god forbid he has to comfort you because hes the wrong brother for that - you’re definitely in better hands with akiteru. he might walk in on you crying and contemplate if he’ll even say anything or just ignore it flat out, or he’ll say something like “don’t cry, you look stupid.” if you cry more, he’ll end up swallowing his pride and sitting next to you. he’ll groan and reluctantly, “fine, spill it.”

other than that, he’s going to be a sneaky little prick. definitely the type to take revenge on you if you annoy him. you eat the last piece of chocolate he was saving and suddenly you find your charger hidden deep under your bed. also loves to take things without your permission. “why? i’m just using it, it��s not like you need it now.”

if someone picks a fight with you, he’ll be quick to extract you from the situation before saying something ruder and harsher than usual to the person. and if you tell him you like someone from his team, he’s going to look at you like you’re crazy. “are you insane?!” he’s honestly more bewildered than upset. doesn’t let you anywhere near the gym. he can make an exception for yamaguchi though. “at least it’s not hinata…or worse, kageyama.”

OIKAWA TOORU

your life is never boring with this guy as your brother. you’re literally being dragged everywhere, practices, shopping, team events… you’re like “i’m not even part of the team.” he goes “we can fix that!” and the next day you find out that you’re the manager for the boys’ volleyball team. huh, wonder how that happened.

oh my god, he MILKS you being his manager. “hold my drink, my fans are calling.” “y/n get my towel please.” you’re absolutely seething at the power trip that this guy is on. eventually, you start doing all that for his other team members and not for him, and he gets so whiney. “y/n you’ll get big ugly iwaizumi a towel but not your own sweet brother?!” that earns him a spike to the head from iwaizumi.

he tells you all the gossip about the school, because believe me, he knows A LOT of things. he’ll do his skin care while he forces you to listen to his gossip, cue him getting mad if you try to leave. everyone realizes why you two are siblings when you two walk down the halls and pull the exact same faces at the people he’s told you about in his gossip.

he makes you his little scapegoat for his fangirls. “oh, you want my number? you’ll have to ask y/n for that, they keep my phone with them during practice!” (you dont) “now, why don’t you girls hand all these gifts to my lovely sibling for me?” (you almost immediately chuck them at his face when you see him) but you know the best way to get back at him? when he sees you even slightly conversing with ushijima or kageyama, all hell breaks loose.

SUNA RINTAROU

the devil if the devil was your brother. he takes the ugliest pictures of you, when you’re asleep, when you’re yelling, when you’re crying over a movie. he also loves to send you pictures of animals and send a “look at you in this picture, so cute”. he also takes your things without asking and never returns it, you’ll just find it in his bag one day.

he also is one to order you around, and it drives you mad. “pass me the remote, y/n.” “but it’s nearer to you.” “i’ll tell mom that you-” // “y/n get me a drink from the vending machine.” “why would i do that” “remember when you snuck out and i-” // “get my bag too when you get yours.” “no.” “what i post that one picture of you when you’re about to sneeze-”

but he’s always looking out for you. when creeps try to approach you, he’s quick to react by shooting them a nasty glare. he’s a silent kind of care. standing behind you on elevators, walking on the outer side of the sidewalk, staying up late til you come home and just telling you he just couldnt sleep. little do you know, it’s something he’s always done even as a kid. putting more food on your lunch box, holding the corner of tables when you pick something up so you don’t hit your head, returning your things that are sprawled around the house to your room so you don’t lose them.

and if he ever finds you crying over some guy, he sighs and sits down next to you. “why’re you crying over an idiot?” he then makes snappy insults at the expense of the guy, making you laugh. “see? you look better like that. now stop crying and let me get some sleep.” he closes the light and shuts the door on his way out.

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#oikawa x reader #tsukishima x reader #oikawa tooru #tsukishima kei #oikawa tooru x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader

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lovely-keii · 4 months

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hihi can i request sakusa, kuroo and iwazumi with an s/o who has really red cheeks THANK YOUUU

with an s/o with really red cheeks

characters: sakusa kiyoomi, kuroo tetsurou, iwaizumi hajime

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

your first encounter, he stays far, far away from you. you think he hates you until komori hands you fever medicine. “this is from my cousin. the gloomy one with the curly hair. says to get better soon.” you’re confused til it hits you, your cheeks. you laugh and turn to sakusa who’s standing at the other corner of the room. he realizes his heart fucked. “oh, my cheeks are normally this red.”

when you get together, he’s honestly so crazy about it. he thinks your cheeks look so good with a laugh from you. “smile please.” “…one more.” “another one.” “just take a picture, omi. my cheeks are hurting from all the smiling you make me do.” “but i already have one.”

god forbid you do any physical activity and you look the slightest bit sporty. the red cheeks with the athletic vibe to it ruin his entire serious, gloomy facade. “you make me go crazy, you know?” “huh?”

when he gets comfortable, he doesn’t want you wearing masks at home. “don’t cover it up. such a waste of a good view.”

KUROO TETSUROU

kuroo will be such a tease about it. he absolutely knows it’s just your cheeks being naturally red, but he will never let an opportunity to mess with you pass him by.

“wow, y/n. i haven’t even said anything and you’re already blushing.” you love him but sometimes he needs a good shutting up. “tetsu, if you don’t shut up…”oh, and when you get mad at him: “that’s crazy y/n, because a minute ago you were all red and flustered.”

has the most insane, diabolical, vomit-inducing nickname for you. “hey there, miss tomato shrub.” “where’s my pantone pigment baby?” “good morning, my little red stop light.” “give me a sec, angry bird”

but if you’re insecure about it, he gives you a cheeky grin and goes “i don’t get it. i think it’s perfect like that. all red for me.” “it’s not for you.” “that’s your opinion.”

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

at first, he thinks you’re blushing all the time. “oh, i didn’t know that would fluster you. was it really that romantic-” he’s kind of disappointed when he finds out you just have really red cheeks normally and that you didn’t actually blush because of him. “oh, thats, um, nice.”

he’s oddly…bewitched by your cheeks. sometimes, you two are doing nothing when he’ll suddenly stare at you. “hm? haji, you need something?” “mot really.” and then he’ll just squeeze your cheek. and not let go for a good minute or two.

one time, he’s arguing with oikawa and you hear him go “stop bragging, shittykawa. does your girlfriend blush 24/7 cuz of you? i didn’t think so.” “iwa-chan it’s a genetic thing!” “skill issue, skittykawa.”

you don’t even have the time to be insecure about it, because he’s always got his hands massaging your cheeks and kissing them like crazy. “keep it all red and cute.” “it’s not like i can control it, haji…” “‘s fine as long as it doesn’t go away.”

#haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#sakusa kiyoomi #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou #kuroo tetsurou x reader #iwaizumi hajime #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader

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lovely-keii · 11 months

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being their sibling

characters: kageyama tobio, miya twins, iwaizumi hajime, hitoka yachi, ushijima wakatoshi

a/n: comeback?! 🫣

KAGEYAMA TOBIO

he thinks everything you do is normal, it skews his perspective of the real world. you’re a great painter? suddenly he’s asking his seatmate why her drawings look like that. you sing well? he tells some kid with an average voice that he can’t sing. you’re rich? suddenly he’s calling someone’s car cheap.

obedient, whether or not you’re younger than him. “get me a glass of water, tobio” “ok.” // “my feet hurt, tobio.” “put them on my lap, ill massage your feet.” honestly, really reasonable and kind

he’s so loud when he gets annoyed though. stubs his toe on the coffee table and the next day, you receive a noise complaint. swears a lot too. god forbid he loses one of his volleyball equipment. he’s going to absolutely flip the house upside down.

kageyama is so transparent with you, literally almost no boundaries. he’ll literally go into your room and is confused why you tell him to get out. “why? is there something you need to hide?” somehow knows your password always “why can’t i use your phone? you can use mine.” bro has nothing to hide, hes too comfortable around you

just dont mess with his volleyball things and you’re all good.

MIYA TWINS

you three are so loud all the goddamn time, your neighbors hate you guys. the two might baby you or look up to you, but you’re never exempted from their mischief. but at least you have your very own bodyguard and sidekicks.

you own literally nothing. things will go missing from your room, and appear in atsumu’s desk. one time, you see your hand cream in atsumu’s hand, and he’s using it to massage his foot after volleyball practice. “what are you doing?!” “i ran out of foot cream. plus, what’s the difference between feet and hand skin anyways? oh hey, it smells nice.”

you can’t store your food just anywhere too, you have to hide it in the most creative spots just to make sure osamu doesn’t get his hands on it. always makes excuses too. “this is OUR house so this is also OUR food” “sharing is caring, and i’m your brother.”

when osamu and atsumu fight, you either get dragged in or you have to start haggling to get between them. you three will fight about literally anything. mainly because you three love to intentionally annoy each other “get out of my room!” “my feet are outside so it doesn’t count.” BAM BOOSH POW!! knuckle sandwich for everyone!

and you three love to pretend to be characters in the show. powerpuff girls? osamu is bubbles, you and atsumu fight over who’s blossom. alvin and the chipmunks? osamu is theodore, atsumu is alvin, and you’re simon. god forbid spongebob comes on, because atsumu insists he’s pearl.

IWAIZUMI HAJIME

he’s a great brother, in all senses of the word. you leave something at home and he’ll bring it for you. you get into an accident and he’s the first to show up. you lose something and he’ll find it for you.

you see oikawa so often he might as well be your brother too. when you’re talking to people, the two are so irritating lol. oikawa’s teasing you and giggling about it, and iwaizumi is giving you “the talk” which he’s given you dozens of times.

he likes to scold you, but he’s only really looking out for you. he doesn’t like to encourage you when you cause trouble, but a single text from you, and he’s already grumbling and on his way to open the window for you to sneak in.

if you like any of his teammates and he finds out, you’ll get an earful. “there are so many guys in the world and you like him?! you can do better but you’re settling on so little!” and if it’s oikawa, he’s literally gagging and telling oikawa he isn’t allowed to come over anymore.

but also, he’s paying for your deliveries, opening the car door for you, and making you walk in the inner side of the sidewalk, so you win anyways.

HITOKA YACHI

she makes you talk to your mom and ask permission for her, because she’s too scared to do it herself. feels bad and gives you some cash or snacks to make it up to you if you get scolded in her place.

brings you to volleyball practice with her, and if you’re classmates or in karasuno too, she makes you sign up as manager with her too. you two are almost inseparable, mainly because yachi doesn’t want to do things with strangers, and wants to be with someone she knows.

loves to go out and hang with you. she’s not really a shopping kind of girl, but you two will literally get lost when you get to stationery. you two will frequent cute cafes too. you go under the guise of studying but get distracted by everything.

in the nights, she’ll do your hair and skin routine, and you’ll do hers. you two have a shared playlist and everything, and the both of you will just talk about everything under the sun.

surprisingly has a large appetite around you. she’ll ogle your sweets. “um…are you going to eat that? just asking…”

USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI

sibling or not, he’s really quiet. doesn’t like small talk or messing around since he doesn’t see the point in it. also can be super blunt with you so he hurts your feelings sometimes, but he’s always quick to apologize once he realizes you were upset by it. “you might have gotten a higher score if you didn’t waste time on your phone last night.” “toshi…” “sorry, i mean it as advice.”

has really good insight into things, so you often go to him for advice. he’s straightforward and likes to cut to the chase, so he’s rarely in between decisions. on the other hand, he can occasionally misunderstand your intentions and feelings and doesn’t understand why some things bother you.

he’ll call you to the backyard to toss to him every so often. you’ve spent a majority of your childhood passing ushijima volleyballs for him to hit and receive, and waiting for him to finish watching a game so you can watch your cartoons.

he always has tickets for you to watch his games. if he hears your cheers, he’ll give you a determined smile. he’ll find you after a game and ask you how it was and if you had fun. has you ride in the team bus to and from games and no one really pays too much mind. (except for tendou who’ll pester you)

on his way back home after a long practice, he’ll stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out for you.

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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worth while

kuroo x reader

summary: wherein kuroo gives you something to lose, and you’re deathly afraid of it, but you two can make it work.

this fic has been in my drafts for god knows how long and it feels right that with me unofficially-officially closing up with this blog that i give it back to the world. most of it was written last year, with the additional small bit in the middle that i wrote now.

“just be quiet, y/n.” kuroo quips.

“you’re just mad i’m right.” you say, rolling your eyes at his taunts.

“be my girlfriend. that’s my favor,” kuroo says. and you almost spit the water you were drinking all over his face, but you decide to save you both that humiliation.

“what?” you ask, the shock clear as day in your face.

“hear me out, my ex seems to be getting chummy with some guy. i can’t be losing to someone like them. ‘specially not a few days before prom. tell you what, after prom, we’ll make some bullshit excuse about how it didn’t work out.”

“i lost to you, by one point. and you want me to be your girlfriend?!” you exclaim, utterly blown away by the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. “you gave me your word, y/n. please. my ego can’t take another hit.”

“fine.”

the dazzling lights and the loud chatter falls into the background the second he comes into your peripheral vision and the thrum of your heart is suddenly the loudest thing you can hear.

“you look good”

“you too, kuroo.”

and so the night progressed. a sharp glare from his ex, a grin that you two share from the small victory, and your faces occasionally too close for comfort.

“so you’re dating?” his ex asks, not sparing you a glance.

“yeah.”

“so if i told everybody about this, it wouldn’t bother you two.”

“what are you saying?” you ask, nervousness making its way up to your throat.

“i mean, we all thought you hated each other. no?”

“no,” kuroo responds, without hesitation, “tell the world. see what i care.”

he pulls you away and you can almost feel yourself pale. maybe you did.

“are you kidding me? how are we going to fake a break up if you say things like that?!” you exclaim, questioning kuroo the second you two were out of anyone’s ear shot.

“what if we didn’t?”

“what? kuroo, you know the deal. we fake date and then we stage the break up, and after that, we go back to what we were before.” not to say your own words didn’t sting a little, but it needed to be said.

“that’d be the case if i didn’t know that you don’t want this whole thing to end either.”

“you have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“you think i don’t see the way you look at me? you think i’m that much of an idiot to not notice how bad you want to kiss me?”

“i fucking hate you.”

“no you dont. you’re just looking for an excuse to be horrible to me because you can’t come to terms with the fact that you’re hopelessly in love with me.”

“i’m done here.” you didn’t deny it. you didn’t and that was loud enough to tell you what you’d feared the most. that he was right, and that you were so fucking in love with him.

but when you’re left behind, you don’t look at what was never said. so he watches you with a heavy heart, as you leave with a lighter one. and he finds it selfish for you to leave when it’s his heart being torn to shreds, but what can he do? he was the one who chose to love out loud.

“i’m sorry. i was an idiot, i know that now.”

“well, it’s far too late to be saying that now, y/n. i have a life outside of yours, get that in your head.”

“tetsu, i’m sorry. all i’m asking is for you to hear me out. that’s it.”

maybe it was the way you said his name, or the hopelessness in your eyes. or maybe, just maybe, it was that small nagging part of him, the small part that still hoped he wasn’t wrong about you liking him. “then make it worth my while, y/n.”

“i love you. you were right, just like how you always are. you were right about how i was looking for an excuse to be mean, and how i couldn’t come to terms with myself. but i love you, tetsu. i love you like i’ve never loved before and that scared me. it still scares me, but i love you more than i fear the thought of it.”

“do you have any idea how long i’ve waited for you to tell me you loved me?”

“far too long. so please, let me make it up to you”

his face breaks out in a grin. that same devilish smile you’d grown to adore. and in a small, almost desperate voice, he gives you the answer you’ve been searching for. “then make it worth my while.”

“i will, i promise. i swear i’ll-” you never get to finish your sob-filled blabbering, because in a true to self decision, kuroo gives you a long-awaited kiss, effectively shutting you up. you’ve never been happier to have him quiet you down.

#kuroo tetsurou #kuroo x reader #kuroo tetsurou x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#Haikyu!!#haikyuu x reader

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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Hiii I love ur writing but could u pls put Read More’s in ur works? Like where only the beginning of the work is not under the cut it just makes it a lot easier to navigate my dash n ur blog on mobile

hiii!! yes i’ll keep that in mind since i’m usually on desktop!! thank you for telling me

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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hi viv!! congrats on 1k! for tour event could i please have a miya osamu childhood friends to enemies to best friends to lovers please? if ever it is too difficult its okay💕 congrats again!!

Growing Up

Miya Osamu x Reader

Summary: You grow up, and with the accountability of the past, you have to decide whether or not you want to keep certain people in your life. Alternatively, Osamu knows memories aren’t everything, but sure are nice to have.

Once upon a time, everything was irreplaceable, everything was shrouded in the vibrant colors of innocence, and things didn’t change. But then you grew up, and growing up was a hassle. You realize things and you start to change. It didn’t really matter whether or not you liked change, it was going to happen regardless.

Growing up was watching your favorite show and realizing that, hey, it wasn’t all that nice. It was listening to your favorite song and realizing that it was never catchy to begin with. It was reading your favorite book and realizing that the characters were barely even realistic. It was hearing your best friend talk behind your back and realizing that everything was different.

You’ve known Osamu since childhood. He used to be your closest friend, and him, yours. The two of you were attached by the hip, maybe even closer to him than his twin ever was. The both of you were a pair, never leaving the other. Key word; were.

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There was a time when Osamu believed in the team motto. “We don’t need memories.” It was inspiring, to live in the moment, it was the rush that came in the present. Until, of course, he realized that sometimes the memories is the only thing he ever really has to himself. That he’ll grow up one day and things will leave, people will leave. But his memories? They don’t fade.

He was aware that not all memories were going to be good ones. He knows for a fact that there are moments that he’ll never forget, as much as he’d want to forget them. Your presence at the other side of the room reminds him of that very well. Take for example, your expression when you told him you knew about all the things he’d said about you. Or maybe at the beginning of the school year, when you’d made it a point to sit at the seat furthest away from him.

“I know what you told the other kids today, Samu. You said I was dumb and annoying.”

“Grow up, Y/N. Not everyone’s gonna like you.”

“I know, but I thought that at least you would.” Those ten words left your mouth that day, and it stayed with him. That small reminder that he’d crushed your trust in him. He wasn’t an asshole, at least as far as he could tell. He never hurt animals or children on purpose, he helped people cross the street, and he helped pregnant women and seniors carry their groceries. If anything, Osamu was a saint. But with the way you looked at him that day, he might as well have killed someone.

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“And that wraps up our discussion for the day. I’ll send an email to you guys later on tonight about your groupings for this quarter’s project. Have a nice day class.” The teacher walks out and Osamu lays his head down on his desk in exhaustion. He’d spent the last night reviewing for a test, and every single time he tried to sleep during break times, Atsumu kept pestering. He sighed, happy to be greeted by the warm welcome of the school bell marking the end of class.

Later that evening, Osamu checks his email, waiting for his teacher’s god-forsaken email. After half an hour of waiting, he decides to take a short 15 minute nap, which, in all his tiredness, turns into 2 hours. He wakes up to find an unopened email and an influx of messages on his phone.

4 new messages:

y/n: hi

tsumu: samu u wont believe it i mean i cant believe it? did u check the groupings? samu rlly go check it

In contrast to what he usual routine, he does decide to listen to his brother, and lo and behold, in bold lettering:

Miya Osamu, Y/N L/N

Osamu sighs, mentally kicking his 8 year old self for being an asshole to you. “If this is my retribution for kicking Tsumu earlier, I’m sorry.” He closes his eyes, hoping that when he opens it, someone else’s name was there instead. He blinks and nothing changes, in the same font, size, and color was your name right next to his. And to make it worse, Osamu hadn’t exactly been doing the best in that class, so he was sure that getting a high score on this project was only way of passing.

samu: hi

y/n: when do you want to start the project?

samu: we can do it in the library after practice

y/n: ok

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You were appalled, downright agitated with the way the universe seems to be playing one huge practical joke on you right now. Out of the 30 other classmates you could’ve been paired with, conveniently, it was the one you had at least 7 years worth of beef with. It had taken you probably years off of your life just to send him that one text. Spending a week with him, on the other hand, might just kill you.

You sighed making your way over to the classroom, taking your seat. Lucky for you, you’d chosen the seat opposite from his side, which wasn’t too far, seeing as you were in a classroom, but you make do with what you have. Your teacher walks in, and it takes you every last bit of your willpower not to glare at her in spite for pairing you up with him.

And as if fate didn’t give you enough reasons to hate this teacher, she asks everyone to get up. “New seating arrangements. You will be sitting by your partner.” If you weren’t ready to maul her by them, well you sure as hell were now. A ruckus forms in your class as everyone struggles to find their seatings, and by the end of it, you find yourself sitting beside none other than Miya Osamu.

“Uh, hi.” He shoots you an awkward smile, which you do try to return, but with years of hatred for the guy, all you seem to be able to manage is a nod. You turn back to the front of class, trying to swallow the lump that was forming in your throat. Luckily for you, this project was to be completed in three days time, the three days starting tomorrow.

You’d be lying if you weren’t finding a shrill satisfaction in shooting down all of Osamu’s attempts at normal conversation. You take a glance at him and he seems to be glaring at you, which you return defensively, of course. “Why are you being such an ass, y/n?” You scoff, as if there wasn’t a clear answer.

“Wow, Miya,” he crumples a bit with the use of his last name, something he should probably get used to if he intends to work with you at all, “you act as if there isn’t at least 8 years worth of good reason on why exactly I’m being ‘such an ass’.” You make air quotations on the last bit, mocking him.

He sighs and shakes his head, retorting with a “you’re being immature.” You raise a skeptical eyebrow, “I’m being immature? Need I remind you that you were the one making unnecessary comments? We stay strictly professional under the fact that I actually want to pass, Miya.” He groans in defeat at your statement, rolling his eyes impassively.

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Day 1.

You steer clear of any signs of Osamu as much as possible, which obviously rarely works in your favor seeing as he is your seatmate and partner. In his defense, he makes it approaching you a last resort. Occasionally opting to ask Atsumu about the project that you two were grouped together for, to which his twin had replied with:

“What makes you think I’d know? Ask Y/N, she’s your partner.”

You brush up on the topic while waiting for the volleyball practice to finish. Hours pass and it’s finally the routine hour of when practice finishes. You tap your foot impatiently, waiting for Osamu to arrive at the library. You check your watch again, and as you look up, you spot Osamu. Still in his volleyball clothes, sweaty and panting, it was clear he’d rushed all the way over.

He spots you at your table and walks over. From your point of view, Osamu was inconveniently attractive. At that moment, you were hyperaware of how red you probably were. He drops his bag on the seat nest to him and sits across you. You pull out your books and your laptop. To his credit, Osamu was actually really good at academics, meaning it was easier than expected to start on your project.

Hours pass and just as you were finishing packing up, he rummages in his bag for something. He pulls out an onigiri and hands it to you. He gives you a polite smile, “take it as my apology for making you stay so late.” Growing up meant changing, but in the meantime, you were pretty happy that Osamu was still as sweet as ever. “Yeah, thanks Sa-,” you catch yourself, “Miya.” And ever so subtly, he smiles.

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Day 2.

He sits next to you, and sighs. In a complete leap of faith, you decide to talk to him. “What’s up with you, Miya?” In complete shock that you were talking to him, he turns to you. “Uh, me?” You chuckle under your breath, “yeah, who else would I be talking to? Your brother who isn’t even in the room yet?” He smiles in satisfaction. “I was just shocked you’re talking to me, that’s all.”

“Seeing as we have until tomorrow to be seatmates, I assumed we’d have to talk one way or another.”

“Well, for what it’s worth, it’s nice to be talking to you again.” Osamu smiles, and for the first time in what seems to be years, he feels light. As if the guilt just miraculously disappeared from his shoulders. You smile, nod, and turn back to your textbook.

Later on, you stay seated on the library again, waiting for Osamu. You were halfway finished and if all went well, you should be finished by tomorrow. Similar to the day before, Osamu looks disheveled when he arrives. Unfortunately for you, even in the mess he looks like now, he’s still; incomprehensively handsome. You struggle to stay focused on your essay when Miya Osamu, in all his beauty, sits in front of you looking like that.

You get most of the work done, leaving only the last bits to finish. You stretch in exhaustion after the hours of writing and research. “Onigiri?” he reaches out one to you, and you take it. “Thanks.” He grins at you and picks his things up, “no problem. And it’s getting late, I’ll walk you home.” You nod and take your things from your seat.

The walk home was comfortable quiet, and as you walk to your front door, he speaks up. “I missed you a lot, Y/N. It’s nice talking to you again.” You smile warmly, “I think I missed you too, Samu.”

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Day 3.

“I bet you forgot your umbrella,” Osamu says as he slings his bag over the chair seat. “What umbrella?” You looked at him confused, to which he only laughed. “The weather report says it’ll rain, and plus, look outside. The sky is so dark. Here.” he places a folded umbrella in your hands. You smile him as a thanks and go on with your day. “Thanks, Samu.”

While waiting for him to finish practice, you manage to finish up the project. Of course, you still need to get his final comments on the project before you could turn it in, but it was finished for the most part. Seeing as practice wasn’t ending for at least an hour, you decide to go over to the gym so that you could finish up earlier and you wouldn’t have to stay until much later, especially if it was going to rain.

You walk to the gym entrance and you’re greeted by shouts and laughter. You hear Suna’s familiar voice tease Osamu. “You’re lying, Miya. Just admit it.” And as if the weather wasn’t enough to worry about, you hear the same words drop from Osamu’s mouth. “I don’t like her! She’s dumb and annoying! I’m only talking to her because of the essay project!”

Your eyes narrow almost reflexively as you scoff. “What the fuck.” Osamu turns around so quick you’re sure he got whiplash. “What-, what are you doing here?” You glare at him, and lift the paper on your hands. “To get your final comments for the project, but I guess I just got your final comments about me.”

“Y/N, wait!” The sky darkens in a theatrical way, dark clouds covering the sun and wind speeds gradually rising. Rain.

“Just grow up, Miya,” he recoils, his brain trying to brick out the fact that you were using his last name again, “you need to realize that there’s a reason I was staying away from you.”

“Y/N, let me explain. What you heard wasn’t-, I didn’t-”

“Then what was it? Because in three days worth time, you manage to break years of the emotional picking up I had to do because of you. Because in three days worth time, you show me exactly why I need to take a permanent break from you. In three days, Miya, three days, I fall in love with you all over again, and do you know what that did to me the first time round? Failing in love with you was supposed to be nothing but a memory. I wasn’t supposed to do it all over again.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t going to change the fact that you’re still the same asshole.”

“It’s different this time.”

“Take your umbrella back, Osamu. I don’t want anything from you. Oh and the essay? It’s finished. I’ll turn it in tomorrow, I think that should save you the trouble of talking to me.” You force the umbrella into his hands, and walk away. He wants to runs after you, at least he tries. His legs are planted to the ground in shock and his breath hitches. Suddenly he’s back to 8 years ago, the same girl walking away as he’s stuck in place. He knows how this ends, he knows that if he doesn’t do anything, this time, 8 years would turn into a lifetime. And then, you’d be gone from him.

So he does the only thing he’s sure he knows how to do. He runs, but this time, he runs to you. And like in any trashy romance novel he takes your hand, gentle but firm. You feel his hand there, but you can’t look him in the eyes, and he thinks that maybe, it’s for his sake, because seeing the disappointment in your eyes again would ruin him.

“They were teasing me about you,” he spits out, and the previous light trickles of rain grow notably. He feels pellets of water run down his cheeks, his lips, his eyes. “What?” You turn to him, and all he sees is confusion and hope. Hope that this time, maybe you can forgive him. “they said I liked you, and I do. But I didn’t want them to know that because they kept annoying me about it, so I said what I said.”

“Miya..”

“Samu,” he corrects you, a vulnerability in his eyes, “it’s Samu to you.”

“Samu,” you murmur in agreement, and you’re not sure if it was in complete idiocy, love, or both, but you kiss him. Your lips land on his, and the rain around you falls in place like some quiet melody accompanying the greater tune. He pulls back, pointedly leaving you wanting for more, the cheeky gremlin that he is, and opens the umbrella. And something in your chest blooms, something that can only be described as growing to love someone.

The last person you’d ever expect to grow to love was Miya Osamu, the guy who’d betrayed you 8 years ago, the guy you’d only started talking to 3 days ago, and the guy who broke your heart all over again just less than 5 minutes ago. But the universe, in all its beauty, works its magic in the most unexpected ways, so there you are with him, hand in hand, under the same umbrella.

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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Hi Viv! Congrats on 1k you deserve it!! and I can I also make a request for the trope event?

My name is Ria and can mine be with Bokuto Kotaro?

I want it to be Fukurodani Manager x Bokuto, Childhood Friends to Bestfriends to Lovers please. I really love fluff but can you add a bit of angst in before they become lovers? Thank you so much and congrats again!!

One Week for Us

Bokuto Koutarou x Reader

Childhood Friends to Bestfriends to Lovers

Summary: In which, you are placed in a precarious position for a week with none other than your inhumanely attractive best friend, Bokuto Koutarou. Coming out of that week in a piece will be easy, but with any piece of rationality left? Not as much.

Loving Bokuto was simple in the most complicated way. Despite being erratic and irrational, Bokuto wasn’t too difficult to cheer up or even be around. With time, you start to understand people like him, and you were one of the lucky ones to know him since childhood. Bokuto was always moody and impatient but he was also sweet and caring. He was, in a way, perfectly imperfect.

To set the scene, the both of you had grown up together. From when you were toddlers up until third year. Barely a day went by without Bokuto next to you, and frankly, you wouldn’t have it any other way. The both of you had grown closer and closer by the years, he knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him. It was simple but it was home.

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Monday.

“Hey, Y/N!”

“Hey, Bokuto? What’s up with you today?”

“I know you said no before because you wanted to focus on your studies, but we really need a manager. Even for just a week because Kaori is on a family trip, and Yukie is sick and we don’t know when she’ll get better.”

You reluctantly sighed and agreed, knowing that once your bestfriend sets his mind to something, he’ll do nearly anything to get it done. And unfortunately for you, in this case, that thing was persuading you to be their temporary manager. Of course, less of the actual persuading and more nagging than societally acceptable.

“Everyone meet Y/N!”

“Bokuto-san, we know Y/N. You drag her here every week?”

“AKAASHIIII,” Bokuto drawls out, clearly upset by the lack of enthusiasm his team showed for his announcement. “BUT YOU DIDN’T KNOW SHE WAS GONNA BE OUT ONE-WEEK MANAGER!” Akaashi sighs, a deadpan look on his face, devoid of any irritation or annoyance with his captain, his remarkable patience coming through.

“We know, actually. You told us yesterday?”

Bokuto groans, slumping over to the benches, where he promptly sulked, waiting for someone to assure him his efforts were very well appreciated. “Bokuto, I’m sure your team is more than happy to see you, you should go and practice with them.” A grin forms on his face at the statement, more than happy to hear those words.

“Aww, I knew you guys loved me!”

“I never said that.”

“Konoha! How could you say that?!”

“Just get over here, big guy.”

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Tuesday.

Almost surprisingly, the team was more systematically composed than anyone would have thought. Well, as composed as a team can be with someone like Bokuto as the captain. It was cute actually, how the team worked so well together. The homely banter, mutual cheering, and their codependency, along with the ruckus, impulse, and complaining. Everything that would break a team made theirs, and it was special to even witness.

“Do you regret being manager, Y/N-san?”

“Akaashi? Hmm, no. I could be studying right now but being here is kind of...”

“Warm?”

“Yeah, let’s put it like that.”

“That’s nice.”

“Why?”

“I think Bokuto likes you here.”

“What?”

“I’ve said enough for a day, but the manager position is open not only for a week. It would be easier with 3 permanent managers around.”

Akaashi walks away with the faint ghost of a smile hovering over his features. His words lingered in your mind, occupying every crevice of rational thought. And if the butterflies in your stomach whenever you saw Bokuto was bad, now, it was downright unbearable. You like him, and if what Akaashi says is true, he enjoys your presence.

And at the moment, his enjoyment of your company is enough for you.

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Wednesday.

You woke up that day with a slight revelation. Something like an epiphany dressed in your worst nightmare. You like your best friend. You like Bokuto. Youy’ve known for a year or so, of course. That you’d had feelings for the guy, but not like this. Not in an irrational, moody way, it was never like this. Usually, you could just swallow down the urge to kiss him, but today was different.

“HEY, Y/N!”

“Oh, uh hi Bokuto, I just remembered that I forgot something, see you later!”

“I can help you-”

“No thanks!”

And that pretty much sums up your interactions with them for that day. He approaches you, completely unaware of how difficult it is for you to even form a coherent sentence with him around, and then you fumble up with a half-assed excuse and run away. If you were going to be honest, you felt bad for the guy. One day everything’s all good, and the next, his best friend was rushing away as soon as he was in eyesight. It aggravated him, to say the least.

In the gym, you were still up with your act. By act, I mean evading him every and any chance you got. Every conversation he tried to start up, you ended with a quick ‘Konoha probably wants his water bottle filled’ or a ‘i should get some towels now’. Whatever excuse you could come up with, you did. Needless to say, Bokuto was ready to fight Konoha if he sees you scramble to fill his already filled-to-the-brim water bottle.

“Stop staring at me like that, Bokuto. I can’t drink anymore water anyways. I’m going to burst if she makes me drink any more.”

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Thursday.

You were taken by surprise when, just before you entered you class, you felt a hand stop you. You has that millisecond moment of panic, as you hoped it wasn’t who you thought it was. Because if it was in fact Bokuto Koutarou in all his glory, you weren’t sure you’d be able to even breathe properly. Especially not after you’d ‘accidentally’ opened your phone gallery, and ‘accidentally’ swiped it to a selfie he took on your phone. And especially not after you almost ‘accidentally’ set the picture as your wallpaper.

You turned around, the anticipation rising in your chest. At that point, you were barely even functioning anymore. ‘Not Bokuto, not Bokuto, not Bokuto.’ And as if whatever gods had been enjoying every moment of your desperation that week had decided to finally take some pity on you, it was, to your relief, not Bokuto. Ignoring the part of you that kind of wanted it to be Bokuto because you kind of wanted to see his signature grin, you politely smiled at Akaashi. A gesture he tried, albeit failed, to return.

“Y/N-san, good morning. I’ll just cut to the chase. I apologize if this is disrespectful of me, but ever since yesterday, it’s clear you have been acting rather distant from Bokuto-san, and if it’s because of what I told you on Monday, then please forget about it. It was a complete slip of the mouth and definitely not my place to tell you.”

You stood there, in a lost of words. Not quite as shocked, just unable to respond. “Uh, Akasahi, don’t worry it’s not about that. You’re all good, I’ve just been feeling a bit iffy since Tuesday.” Akaashi nods at your statement, despite of the reluctance in his face, as clear as daylight. He walks off after saying his usual polite goodbye’s and you do the same.

And just like that, another heavy stream of thoughts come barricading any room for logic and reasonability. Was it obvious you were ignoring him? Of course it was, you’d been making up the most absurd of excuses after one point. Does Bokuto know? Did it matter if he did? Of course it did, he was still your best friend. God, you needed new friends, specifically, one’s that you won’t fall in love with.

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Friday.

As if the world hadn’t had enough of the struggle that this week was, it was raining. Not just any rain, though. It was pouring, and to top it off, the weather forecast had failed to foresee it, so now you had to run in rain. Unless you could think of something to keep you out of the rain, but with Bokuto determined to talk to you, that seemed impossible. So you ran into the rain, thinking that maybe you’d lost him, but as your luck would have it, a firm grip takes you by your shoulder. Bokuto.

“Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not avoiding you.”

“Yes, you are.”

“Koutarou, I can’t fight with you today. it’s literally pouring out here and I’m too tired.”

“Really? Because I’m starting to think that maybe you’re just tired of me.”

“God, no. I’m not tired of you.”

“We’ve known each other for years, Y/N, and you’ve barely been able to say my first name without getting upset over it this past week.”

“That’s what this is about? We’re getting drenched in rain, because you’re mad about me not saying your name?”

His eyes dim, and he walks up to you. And you would be intimidated, that was, if the way the rainwater pouring down his face, the way his shirt clung to every detail of his chest, the way his hair was soaked, wasn’t so utterly ravishing. You would have kissed him, if the look in his eye had gotten darker by just a fracture of light. But something in you musters the courage to step away, and honestly, you kind of regret it.

“No. It’s not what this is about, Y/N, and you know it too. So if you so kindly would, why don’t you tell me what this actually about.”

“It’s because I like you, asshole. I like you so much that I get stupid even just being close to you. It’s because I get dumb around you, Bokuto. I get butterflies, and my heart races, then I lose control over every inch of my body. That’s what this is about.”

“Then let’s be stupid around each other, together,” And then he encases you in his arms, as if the pounding in your ears and the incessant drumming of your heart wasn’t enough for him. “because I like you too, asshole.”

And like a bucket of ice water was dumped over you, which you probably wouldn’t have felt anyway, with the way the rain was already dousing the both of you, a revelation unfolds in your already confused mind, you realize in the most painstakingly drawled out way, that hey, Bokuto likes you back. He likes you back.

And he finally kisses you, after a week of complete and utter frustration from the both of you, he finally kisses you.

“Kou, I can’t believe our first kiss was in the rain.”

“I know right? It’s so romantic.”

“I was going to say cliche, but it’s romantic all the same.”

ps. i hope u enjoy this bubss <3

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#again #not tht into bokuto but damn i loved this #self rb #this is the last for tonight i promise #i need to sleep anyway

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first, congratulations my bb!! and like can I request a trope with ushi soulmate au but angst to fluff OMG ♡ thank u bb

Miracles

Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Summary: Some things in life are worth waiting for. Days, weeks, months, years, what does it matter when it’s someone who’s completely and fully yours.

Despite the fact that soulmates was destiny or fate, you’d always thought it was a bit arbitrary. The thought of someone existing for the sole purpose of loving you, and you existing just to love them back. It was a, frankly, ridiculous idea. However, with time passing and you growing up, the thought of a soulmate just felt heavier and heavier.

The pressure was finally starting to break you. Stories of soulmates were everywhere, everyone had a soulmate. The media, family, friends, even strangers had their own stories. At one point in your life, you’ll meet that person and you’ll know. So what about you? Where was your soulmate? Where was your story? Because with time passing, people like you feel less and less hopeful.

Your were about to finish high school, and although you knew that your soulmate could enter in any moment of your life, your soulmate could appear and make an ordinary day the best day of your life, but the time hadn’t come for you yet. You didn’t want to be impatient, and you especially didn’t want to offend the stars or whatever god was in charge of your love, but it seemed so unfair. When everyone you knew was so in love, so found, and you weren’t. It felt unfair.

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Soulmates were weird. Most stories say that when the moment you first see your soulmate, you feel a tugging sensation in your chest, an overwhelming feelings covers your body and when you’re eyes meet, it’s like the world stops. In a way, it’s just the two of you in that moment, nothing and no one else. But here you were, no tugging sensation, so overwhelming feeling, just a regular Monday.

“Did you hear about the new soulmate app that was released? It worked for me!” Your friend runs up to you, showing you an app on her phone.

“What does it do?”, you asked her, not once hearing about it.

“It’s still a prototype, not yet finished. But basically, you can have small calls with your soulmate using the app, if your soulmate has the app too. You enter your profile, and wait. Sometimes it works sometimes it doesn’t.”

Your brain ticked, knowing that this app may be of use to you. “You said it worked for you?”

“Yeah! But I had to call twice. The call time is super limited only, 5 minutes a day, and for some reason it won’t let you say any of your personal info, but I think it’s a better alternative than waiting for someone without knowing anything about them.”

The bell rang and the both of you parted ways, her going to her class and you to yours. While walking you were thinking. Thinking that maybe she was right. Thinking that maybe, having a little hope that he existed would be easier than worrying for god knows how long about whether or not he’ll show up. So you did. You downloaded the app, albeit a bit hesitantly.

You didn’t want to keep your hopes up, but if it did work, it might just be a miracle.

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[FAILED TO FIND SOULMATE, PLEASE TRY AGAIN]

You were on the brink of tears, this was your, what? Seventh time calling? Seven times and still nothing came out of it. Not a single message to even acknowledge your soulmate’s existence. A simple ‘hey y/n, this is ur soulmate and i do exist’ would have been fine, but there was nothing. And if you weren’t so desperate for even the tiniest glimpse of the person, you’d have stopped ages ago. You know what they say, ‘eighth times the charm’. No one says that but at this point you do not care.

As you press the call button, “for the last time”, you tell yourself, something pops up on your phone. Instead of the usual “calling...” a timer pops up.

4:59...4:58...4:57

And you feel the tears finally fall, the relief and joy filling your mind. “I-, hello?” Almost immediately, you feel a sharp intake of breath on the other end. And like the stories said, you knew. This was your soulmate. “Hello?” This time, your voice is stronger. You’re looking for a response and that’s what is given to you. “Hello, this is-”

“I didn’t hear that last part.”

“I assume that’s because you can’t share any of your information here.”

His voice was deep, raspy but with a smoothness to it. It was dark but not malicious. His voice was comforting in the most assuring way ever. “When will I meet you?” He laughs at your question. “I’m not sure. If it were up to me, I’d like to see you now. Unfortunately, it doesn’t work that way.”

“Nice to know you want to meet me too. Miyagi.”

He hums confusedly at your statement. “What about Miyagi?”

“Are you from there?”

Ushijima pauses. “Yes.”

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“I..I am too. I study at Shinrinyoku Academy.”

“Where?”

“Shinrinyoku Girls’ Academy.”

“I can’t hear you,” he informs you, a slight disappointment in his voice, “I want to meet you, darling. However, this app proves to be making that difficult.”

You almost shiver at the way he says ‘darling’, and you decide that maybe this app wasn’t that difficult. “Then let’s start small, soulmate.”

Ushijima laughs. “I call you darling, and you call me soulmate?”

“Alright then, gorgeous,” you emphasize the nickname playfully, “what do you like to do?”

“I like to play volleyball.”

“Good to know. It’s your turn to ask a question.”

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Today, there was a volleyball match between schools in Miyagi. It was held in your school, and while it wasn’t mandatory, you decided to watch it with your best friend. You remembered what your soulmate said. He’s from Miyagi and he plays as ace in is volleyball team. If the stars aligned in your favor, you may just meet him.

“We could be doing way more productive things right now, Y/N,” your best friend whines as she reluctantly lets you drag her to the main gym, “I didn’t even know our school had this much gyms.”

“Come on, I could meet my soulmate!” You dash off to the gym, and sit on the bleachers. You see some other students, either there to watch the games, the guys, or their soulmates. Lucky them. You spent the first half of the practice looking at the players, but nothing. Eventually, you just tell yourself that maybe he’s just not there.

Hours pass, and you find yourself more and more attracted to the game itself. The way the players quickly ran and calculated. It was a pure mixture of effort, skill, and genius. Most of the students had left already, save for the couple few groups of friends who had decided to stay. A whistle rang through out, marking the end of the practice.

You watch as each team takes their time to shake hands, bow, and take their leave. You were picking up your things as your best friend accidentally drops her phone. You kneel to pick it up, but once you look back up, you see him. The blossoming feelings in your chest, the pounding in your head. It had to be him. He has his back turned to you, his figure strong and built. As you watch his team walk out the doors, you catch the words printed on his maroon and white jacket. Shiratorizawa Academy.

You run down the stairs as quick as you can, ignoring how your friend called after you, ignoring how your items were still on the bench. It was now or never. Your dash out of the doors and your heart drops. The team is in their bus, leaving. You just narrowly missed your soulmates, but luckily for you, the stars and the fates have taken your wishes into their favor and for a split second he meets your eyes. You don’t miss how his eyes widen, and mouth slightly opens, but your luck seemed to run out because in that second the bus accelerates.

That day will forever be unforgettable, his handsome features imprinted in your head. Your mind seemed to recall every single detail, every single fleck of light. And just like the stories say, it was like it was just the both of you, the world fades to nothingness and all there is, is the fated bond between the both of you. And if your legs were quick enough, strong enough, capable enough, you’d have ran for that bus. Unfortunately, being human has it’s downsides. So you walk back into the gym, where your friend looks at you with a questioning smile, handing you your things. And maybe that split second was enough.

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“Pick up, pick up, pick up.” You were exasperated. You felt kind of stupid like that, calling him for what seemed to be the millionth time that evening. You just needed to get that confirmation. You needed to know if you saw your soulmate, because if you didn’t, you might be driven to insanity. You were going to give up, that is, when the familiar 5 minute timer pops up.

“I saw you today, right? Tell me that was you. In the end of the practice match, that was you, wasn’t it?”, you choke out in one go, you didn’t care if you were too quick to jump to the point or if you were too straightforward, you felt it, and you were dying to know if he felt it too. Because there was no way he didn’t feel that tug in his chest.

“Yes. I saw you. That was you.” His voice was flooded with similar relief, and he breathes out. “Shiratorizawa. That’s your school name right?” He laughs in disbelief and joyful ecstasy. “Yeah. Shinrinyoku. That’s yours.” You breathe a sigh of comfort as he names your school. It was as if the planets and the galaxies finally signed your paper for love. It was your turn, and it was beautiful.

“Tomorrow, there’s another practice match. Until the end of this week, actually. Do you think you can-”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think I can see you there.”

“Thank you.” And the line drops, and you’re sure that that was the most precious 5 minute call you’d yet to make.

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It was beautiful.

From relieving first meetings,

“Love?”

“Darling.” He looks you in the eye, and the nicknames you’d both had grown attached to felt warmer. More meaningful, and while you’d been calling him “love” for weeks now, you feel like you really mean it.

“I finally found you.” And your arms wrap around his torso as he’s quick to return your embrace, squeezing you ever so slightly. You’d only just met him, saw him, for the first time in your life, but nothing else had ever felt so right. “God, I already love you so much and I don’t even know your name yet.”

He chuckles and unwraps himself, you place your head down his chest and the mere touch feels like a blossoming of a legacy. “It’s Ushijima Wakatoshi.”

to domestic quarrels,

“Oh, shove it, Ushijima!” You turn to glare at the man who has nothing but a stoic expression plastered on, which only infuriated you more. “Y/N, I see no point in this argument.”

“Well, with the way you act, I’m starting to think you don’t see a point in anything with regards to me,” and just like that, you leave the room, making it a point to slam the door. Ushijima sighs, he tries to show you how he feels, but it’s easier said than done. He sits down on the chair, slumped over. He was never one to cry, but as the situation would have it, not crying was proving to be particularly difficult.

You walk back into the room, astonished by how exhausted he looked. Slumped down in the chair, elbows tiredly perched on his upper knees, he looks up at you and almost immediately envelops you in his arms, wordlessly. “I’m sorry, love,” you start, feeling how the tenseness of his body leaves gradually as you speak, “I was just upset, and it was wrong for me to take it out on you.”

to the most confusing things yet,

“What app, Y/N?”, your friend confusedly asked, seemingly knowing nothing about the app.

“The soulmate app? The one you introduced to me!” You were desperate and just as confused, because just a few months ago, it was all she could talk about.

She rolls her eyes playfully, “Stop messing around. We both know that soulmate apps don’t exist because soulmates are destiny not science.”

She was right, the app was both rationally and in every way, impossible. So how didn’t you think of that in the weeks present.

You call Ushijima later that night, surprised to see he’s in the same boat. Not one person knows of the app, and it only just hit him that soulmate apps didn’t exist because they were impossible.

“Love, you think the fates are playing a massive joke on us with that app?”

“No. I think that app was a gift. A miracle, maybe.”

to beautiful moments,

“Do you, Y/N L/N, take Ushijima Wakatoshi as your husband?”

“I do.”

“Do you, Ushijima Wakatoshi, take Y/N L/N as your wife?”

“I do.”

“You may now kiss the bride.”

and to the sincerest conversations,

“I like our story, darling.”

“Believe me, I do too, Ushijima. Even though everyone else has no idea what we’re talking about when we mention the app, I think that’s what makes it more special. It’s ours.”

“Even if the fates had it some other way, I know I’ll end up loving you anyway, Y/N.”

loving Ushijima Wakatoshi was a miracle.

ps. hi ate claraaa <3 i hope u like this!!

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#self rb #sobsosbosb i dont even like ushi that much but my heart rn <3 <3

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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Can I ask for uhm friends - enemies - lovers with kenma kozume?

Basically a drabble of angst to fluff???

Anonymous

Kenma Kozume x Reader

Summary: Some people are oblivious, others ignore hints on purpose. When you and Kenma rant to each other about each other anonymously, you start to see the wonders of Instagram and shabby vending machines.

An apology was at the tip of his tongue, and it was going to come out. He swears he was going to apologize, but you came in. You cut him off. It was your fault, not his. At least that’s what Kenma tells himself every night one of your posts pops up on his dash. He never could bring himself to unfollow you.

Kenma swipes down, his finger lingering on your smiling face just a moment longer than he liked. Distaste fills his thoughts, he scrunches his nose ever so slightly, and he bites the inside of his lip. His thumb hesitates before closing the app. He didn’t like Instagram all that much anyway.

Kenma sighs, an arm stretching out of his bed, and the other bent on his face so that the crook opposite his elbow lay on his face. He closes the off button on his phone and places it on his bedside table. Kenma didn’t like to see you, he didn’t like remembering you, he didn’t like you.

You made him uneasy, like there’s a pit growing in his stomach. He wants to rush over and apologize and tell you how pretty you were in your uniform the other day or ask you if you wanted to come over. But if he ever started talking, he wouldn’t ever stop.

You made Kenma childish, you made him giddy like the girls from his class, you made him swoon and he hated every second of it. He liked to explore the unexplored, in games that is. He liked finding secret missions in games, or easter eggs that others have yet to find. But this was new, and he could feel everything. It wasn’t all that fun anymore when it was him who went through it all.

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You almost jump out of bed when you see that notification.

kodzuken liked your photo

what. what. what. You double tap the notification, showing you the text again, but then it reloads. And just like that, its gone. he unliked it? He’s still following you? He remembers who you are? Was it an accident? you go to your profiled and there it was.

kodzuken following ✓

huh. You never unfollowed him too. You groan inwardly at your reaction. “He’s an asshole, Y/N! Remember?” It wasn’t like you and Kenma were strangers. You were still classmates, you occasionally got paired up for school work, but you never interacted. At least not like how normal people do. Whenever you and Kenma talk, you pretend nothing ever happened.

You hand him project papers as if he didn’t push you that one day. He thanks you as if you didn’t call him an unlikable asshole that one day. You smile at him as if he didn’t tell you that you were a pushover that one day. He cooperates with you as if you didn’t scream at him when he was in midsentence that one day.

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“Why don’t you just apologize to them, Kenma?” Kuroo asks, slinging an arm around Kenma’s shoulders.

“No thanks.”

“Why not? If I’ve got this right, and I do. I heard the story about a million times. You wanted to apologize, don’t you still want to?”

“I’m not apologizing for something that wasn’t my fault. I was trying to stop the argument and apologize but then they snapped at me. It’s their mistake.”

“I guess it can’t be helped, then. You have too much of an ego to apologize.”

Kenma glares at the raven haired boy leaning on him. “I don’t have too much of an ego. I just don’t like apologizing for things that aren’t my fault.”

“You were at fault, too. You were angry because what?”

“Because I had a bad day. That’s all there is to it.”

Kuroo sighs, shaking his head. “No, you liked them, and you couldn’t understand your emotions at that time, you still can’t. You liked them, didn’t like liking them, and you pushed that anger on them.”

Kenma’s eyes are trained on his phone. Anyone would’ve assumed Kenma wasn’t listening if they didn’t know better. But Kuroo did know better, judging by the way Kenma’s eyes narrow every so slightly, and his eyes intentionally focus on the screen, Kuroo knew he hit Kenma’s buttons.

“All I’m saying is-”

“I’m not apologizing.”

“Fine, I’ll stop nagging. But you keep thinking about what I just said.”

Kenma doesn’t reply, Kuroo knows that Kenma’s listening, though. “Alright, its getting late, let’s go home and get some food on the way!”

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You open your phone, tapping the app icon.

Mino.

It was a famous app, ranking somewhere in the charts, you didn’t really care where in the charts it was. Mino was a chat app, except you can’t pick who you talk to. You talk to someone until you’re both satisfied, where you click the heart button on the top right of the screen. Once both people have pressed the button, the chat disappears and you meet another person to chat to, and the process repeats.

koxucat - how was ur day?

Kozu was your current chat mate, neither of you had the heart to press the satisfy button. You really do love talking to him.

n/nhrs - k liked my post. then he unliked it i didn’t even know he still follows me

koxucat - do u still follow him

n/nhrs - yeah

koxucat - you don’t see his posts on ur dash?

n/nhrs - he doesn’t post on ig :\

koxucat - i feel the dude. i liked the post of someone i fought with a long time ago i don’t think they noticed tho

n/nhrs - :(

koxucat - ?

n/nhrs - i feel bad for u kozu :((

koxucat - dw abt it n/n

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Kenma closes Mino. N/n always made him feel a lot better. A part of him wanted to know who they were, but the other part liked the feeling of ebing anonymous. he had nothing to lose. His phone vibrates in his hand.

y/ntime posted a photo

Against better judgement, he opens the notification. It was a picture of your desk, cleaned. Captioned: “Mino <3″ He smiles, his finger hesitating on the top of the like icon, but he taps it anyway.

A notification from Mino.

n/nhrs sent you a message

Double tap to open.

n/nhrs - he did it again ??!??!?!

kozucat - he’s hitting on u

n/nhrs - hes not taking it back?

kozucat - he isnt unliking it?

n/nhrs - no omg its still there?????? what?????

kozucat - hes hitting on u, n/n go talk to him

n/nhrs - omg im not doing that hes an ass its probably a misclick

kozucat - but hes not taking it back?

n/nhrs - fjfgjfhjghfhfh ????!?!?!?!?!??!?!?

He smiles and closes his phone. He places it on his bedside, and resigns to his computer games, of course, in a particularly good mood.

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You walk over to the vending machine, pressing in the numbers for your drink. All seemed to have been going well until it got stuck. Of course. You were lightly tapping the glass, tapping turned into knocking, and knocking turned into banging on the glass. You sigh, turning around to walk away when you hear a ‘peep!’ from the machine.

You turn to see Kenma kneeling down to get his water, and he hands you your snack. “Thank you,” you sputter out reflexively. He smiles, mutters a “no problem”, and walks away. You hesitate before bringing out your phone, opening the app.

n/nhrs - so maybe he’s not that much of an ass

And by just a tiny bit, you don’t notice the notification buzz from Kenma’s pocket.

kozucat - see? i say you should text him

n/nhrs - r u sure?

kozucat - sure. he doesn’t sound bad. if he is, you could just stop talking to him

n/nhrs - ur right ill do it

You lay on your bed, exhausted from having walked home earlier. You open Instagram and look for Kenma’s profile.

y/ntime - thanks for helping me out earlier!

kodzuken - np, i was going to use the vending machine anyways

y/ntime - do you use the vending machine a lot?

kodzuken - not really

y/ntime - ohh

kodzuken - do you?

y/ntime - yeah. i don’t bring snacks to school so i buy some

kodzuken - oh, then i think i’ll be using the machine a lot more now, then.

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Kenma stares at his screen in utter disappointment. He has no idea what invoked him to try and flirt with you out of nowhere. Kuroo must be rubbing off on him. Read. You haven’t even replied. What if you think he’s weird?

A message from Mino.

n/nhrs sent you a message

n/nhrs - hes cute lol omg

kozucat - y?

n/nhrs - i chatted him and idk if he was flirting with me

kozucat - what did he say

n/nhrs - its weird out of context, but hes not the type to flirt, like EVER

kozucat - u might be overthinking it...unless?

n/nhrs - kozu pls u suck,,go away

kozucat - i have a point

n/nhrs - no u dont :(

Kenma looks at his phone, curiosity getting the better of him. At first, he was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but you not only had the same story with him, but did it really just so happen that he’d talk to Y/N L/N, the same time this mystery guy talked to N/N?

Kenma knows better than that, he isn’t an idiot.

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You walk over to the vending machine again, the previous encounter forgotten. As you grab your drink from the chute, someone clears their throat behind you. Kenma smiles at you, and you step aside leaving an opening for him to use the machine. Almost instinctively, you stop in your movements and observe as he buys a bottle of water.

“How have you been?” You ask, deciding to take that leap of faith. “I’ve been okay, I guess.” You nod. “You still play volleyball with Kuroo, right?” He nods, unscrewing the lid, and taking a sip. He swallows the water down and turns to you, “I don’t have practice today, can I walk you home?” You check your phone, you should be on your way home anyway. “Yeah, okay.”

So Kenma walks next to you, his hands buried in the pockets of his jacket, his right hand fidgeting with the phone in his pocket. He stops for a second. “Kenma, are you okay?” He nods, and walks again. “I’m okay. I’m just sorry.”

Right. In the calm of the afternoon, everything just slipped out of your mind. “I’m sorry, too.” And in Kenma’s head, he could almost hear Kuroo’s voice.

“Now was that so hard?”

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n/nhrs - he’s sweet kozuuu

kozucat - who?

n/nhrs - HIM!! YK THE GUY IVE BEEN TALKING TO U ABOUT

kozucat - why dont u just tell me his nameeee

n/nhrs - what if u know him?????

kozucat - there are millions of people on this app, slim chance

n/nhrs - fineee,,his name is kenma

kozucat - thats a nice name

n/nhrs - BESIDES THE POINT, he walked me home today

kozucat - wtf didnt u guys literally started talking yesterday?

n/nhrs - yeah but he offered, what did u want me to say?

kozucat - so u didnt want to walk w him?

n/nhrs - kozu ur weird today,,,asking so many questions butbut i rlly did want to walk w him and we both even made up,,,,kind of

kozucat - kind of?

n/nhrs - we apologized kozuuu

kozucat - thats nice

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kodzuken - y/n, im here to pick u up

y/ntime - gimme a sec,,im still fixing my shoes

kodzuken - kk but hurry the coffee shop might close, im downstairs

y/ntime - theyre open 24 hrs on fridays and saturdays remember

kodzuken - oh k, but hurry still

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kozucat - so hows u and kenma

n/nhrs - hes soooo nice

kozucat - rlly

n/nhrs - i think i like him

kozucat - u do?

n/nhrs - uh yeah?

kozucat - thats great, will u tell him tho? he prolly likes u back too

n/nhrs - u dont even know him kozu :\

kozucat - well i know u

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n/nhrs - do guys drink like, a lot of water?? normally??

kozucat - uh no..??

n/nhrs - kenma buys a lot of water

kozucat - doesnt he buy 1 a day?

n/nhrs - yeah but he has this massive water jug that should last him a day?

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n/nhrs - kenma and i are hanging out at his house today for a project hype me up im kinda nervous

kozucat - im sure ull be fine

n/nhrs - ok but how r u and the person u fought w a long time ago??

kozucat - oh we’re good :)

n/nhrs - thats good!! ttyl im going over now

You place your phone in your pocket, and walk over to his house, where he’s waiting for you. You take a seat on a vacant seat in his room and bring out your papers. “Wow, that’s a lot.” You nod in agreement. The two of you start working for what feels like hours, Kenma helping you take notes as you start doing the research.

Hours passed and that’s how you find yourself, stuck sitting on the floor, which is sure to give you some soreness once you get up, with Kenma’s head resting on your shoulder. You reach your left arm into your pocket as subtly as you can, as not to wake Kenma up. You open Mino and text Kozu.

n/nhrs - guess what ok i guess you arent active but wait

Kenma’s phone on the table in front of you lights up and lets out a small ping consecutively, thrice.

n/nhrs - ,, ,, ,,

Again. Three times. And you catch a glimpse of his screen.

n/nhrs sent you a message

“Kenma?”, he stirs awake, “are you Kozu?”

You feel him stiffen beside you as you turn to look at him. “Yeah.”

“Did you know that I was..?”

He nods.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you liked me.”

You walk over to shut the door, and for a second, Kenma worries that you’re about to leave. “Yeah. I do like you, Kenma. And if you don’t feel the same or it bothers you, I promise I have no problem pretending this never happened.” He sighs and shakes his head, suddenly worrying about how clammy his hands are, he hesitates before taking yours.

“No, it’s not that, I-, I like you. I really do, and I’m sorry for not telling you that I knew. I just liked listening to you talk and it was nice to think that you trusted me when I was Kozu.”

“You think I don’t trust you?”

“Not as much as you trust me when I’m Kozu.”

“I only keep things from you, Kenma, because I’m really in love with you.”

“Well, I love you too, and I’m glad I don’t have to keep buying a bunch of bottled water.”

You laugh, and he giggles alongside you. “I’m serious, Y/N! This is the most hydrated I’ve ever been!”

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lovely-keii · 2 years

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Imagine Oikawa x reader. Royal au. Empress reader and Advisor (maybe) oikawa. I think that oikawa know all the rumor in the palace.

Eligible

Oikawa Tooru x Reader

Summary: Between the hassle of finding a capable partner and finally taking the heavier responsibilities that you’d waited all your life for, you are exasperated. Conveniently, love has time, maybe all the time in the world.

“Being empress is an honor, princess!”

“They say that your crowning will be the best day of your life!”

“Once you get coronated, you’ll enjoy every moment of it!”

You didn’t not want to be empress. In fact, you were eager to, beyond happy to be the next crowned empress. However, despite the public opinion, just because your coronation was going to be the best day in your life, it didn’t mean it wasn’t going to be the worst. Just like how there were two sides to a coin, there was always going to be struggles in achieving your goals. And apparently, that included being the reigning empress. Especially being reigning empress.

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“Oh, come on, princess! It’s not that bad!” Oikawa walked next to you as you frowned at your parents’ declarations. “You’re only saying that because they put you off of paperwork so you could go around looking for guys.” He let out a laugh at that. “Alright, so maybe it’s particularly better for me than it is for you, buuut...as your right hand man, I will be there every man of the way.”

You halted and cocked an eyebrow at him. “I think you mean ‘every step of the way’?” He shakes his head, reconfirming what he said. “Every man of the way, and if I do my job greatly, which I will because I would never let you down, princess. There’ll be a lot of them. By ‘them’, I mean potential suitors.”

“Are you really okay with this too? Because I think it’s dumb.”

“Princess, the reason for you to find a partner isn’t because they think you’re incapable or whatever. It’s because you’re going to need the support and care once you have all those responsibilities!”

“Well said, Tooru.” Oikawa jumps slightly and turns around to face the voice. After seeing the current empress, your mother, he bows as usual and excuses himself.

“Hey, mom.”

“Hey, honey. I understand how you might be upset with this. When it was my turn, believe me I was ready to flee the kingdom, as well. However, I want you to consider it. It’s not just tradition, like Oikawa said, you’re going to need all the love you can get once you deal with the stress of royal duties.”

You sighed waiting for a lecture, but it never came. “Uh, mom?”

“If you were waiting for me to go on and on about this, I won’t. You can pick anyone you want. If I were you, I’d keep my eye on your advisor too. Or as he calls himself, your right hand man. I may be busy half the time, but I certainly notice the way he looks at you.”

“Mom, i don’t-”

“He’s smart, undoubtedly handsome, supportive of you, and a charming speaker. Plus, if you asked me, I think you may feel something for the guy, no?”

“Mooooom.”

“Alright, I’ll go now, but keep what I said in mind!”

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Iwaizumi came up next to you as you read a book on your bedroom’s main table, as your main bodyguard, it was common for the both of you to be found chatting. “What did your mom say?” You looked at him in confusion. “Oikawa told me the both of you talked. You and your mom.” You nodded in understanding, seeing as the two boys had been close since childhood, it was common for word to exchange between the two. Especially about any gossip about you, courtesy of Oikawa, of course.

“Nothing.”

“Really? Because I swore I heard her saying you should date Oikawa.”

“Who should date me?” Oikawa popped his head into your room, confusion clearly plastered on his face. You sent a harsh look to Iwaizumi who only laughed it off. Iwaizumi’s worked with you for years, making him completely immune to any glares or looks of yours. He silently chuckled at your embarrassment.

“No one. Iwaizumi said he should have ate you as a baby.” Oikawa sputtered with playful offense as Iwaizumi barked out a laugh in shock. “I did not say that.”

“Really? Then what did you say, Iwa-chan.”

“Don’t ask, Oikawa!”

“But I want to know!”

“You can’t, though!”

“Iwa-chaaaan, please tell me!” Iwaizumi responded to his pleads by picking up one of your heavier dresses from your closet and throwing it at Oikawa, making him topple over.

“I hate the both of you so much.”

The both of you laughed at his fallen figure as Iwaizumi helped him up. “No, don’t hate me! How ever could I live without my right hand man who’ll get me all the men!”

Oikawa sauntered over and dumped a folder of paper in front of you. “Speaking of men...,” he trailed off, pointing the pile, gesturing you to look. And in bold words, it was labeled:

ELIGIBLE MEN FOR Y/N TO MEET AND MAYBE LOVE!!

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Eligible man #1: Sugawara Koushi.

“I met Mr. Refreshing at a gala once. He was nice and super suave, I guess.”

“You sound like you’re jealous of his, uh, suave-ness. Also, Mr. Refreshing?” You looked at Oikawa for any explanation for the nickname which he only responded to with a cheeky smile.

Iwaizumi leaned over to take a good look at his picture on the paper. “He looks like he fits the nickname.”

“Thank you for that observation, Iwa-chan.”

...

“He was nice.” You flopped back on your bed, as Iwaizumi and Oikawa looked over at you, waiting for an explanation.

“And?”

“Not my type.”

Oikawa grins. “Next guy then.”

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Eligible man #2: Kageyama Tobio.

“I hate this guy. Move on to the next one, princess!” Oikawa urged you to ignore the paper.

“Ignore him, Y/N. Tobio is a completely capable guy. I think he’s a good choice.” Iwaizumi pressed a hand down on the paper, stopping Oikawa from turning it away from you.

The two bickered back and forth before you chose to just make a decision. “I’ll meet him. Iwa says he’s nice and you hate almost everyone, so you can see why I doubt he’s that bad.”

“No, no. I don’t just dislike him. I hate him.”

“Didn’t you say you hated the Tsukishima family’s son because he didn’t apologize to you, when you were the one who bumped into him?”

“This is a different kind of hate, Y/N. Tobio sucks!”

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“Pass. I kinda hate this guy too.” You walked back into your room exhausted from the “date” he’d brought you on.

Iwaizumi raises an eyebrow, expecting Kageyama to swoop you off your feet. “Why?”

“He brought me to his usual run. In a dress. Is that even a date?”

Oikawa cackled, not before throwing you the next paper and shouting an “I told you so!”

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Eligible man #3: Akaashi Keiji

“He seems nice.” Iwaizumi pointed out, which to be fair, Akaashi was pretty nice. Really pretty too.

“He seems basic.” Oikawa countered in a nonchalant voice.

The both of you looked at him, making him shrug. “What? I like gossip. For the sake of my sanity, do not choose this dude, princess. He looks like a no shit talking kind of dude, and I simply can’t live like that.” Iwaizumi knocked him upside the head, a horribly concealed grin. “That’s your issue with him? Just admit you’re an idiot, Oikawa.”

“The both of you need to be serious. He looks good to me!”

Oikawa gives you a look. “You’re only saying that because he’s pretty.”

“His looks sure does help the case, huh?”

...

“Oikawa was right. He is kinda boring.”

Iwaizumi scoffed. “I was there, though. I think you just need to talk to him more.”

“If I pick him, I’ll be marrying him in a few days! I don’t have the time to talk to him!” Iwaizumi thought for a bit before nodding, passing you the next paper that Oikawa was refusing to give you.

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Eligible man #4: Ushijima Wakatoshi

As much as you tried to, you couldn’t ignore the scribbled-on angry faces that was on the paper. Nor could you ignore the large ‘DON’T PICK!!!’ written on his picture. Iwaizumi walked out of the room as soon as he saw the picture and name on the paper. “You two have fun, I’m not listening to any more of his ‘I hate Ushiwaka’ speeches.”

“Listen to the paper, Y/N. You have 4 other eligible men.” You knew very well who Wakatoshi was. The son of the Ushijima family, one of the highest in ranking nobles. Easily the strongest and one of the smartest people in the Shiratorizawa alliance. And Oikawa’s most hated rival.

“I don’t see why I shouldn’t.” Oikawa gasped at that, getting ready to throw out whatever insult he can about the poor guy.

“You know very well why you can’t pick him, princess! He’s only on that list because your dad said so! Y/N, you caaaan’t!”

“Yeah, yeah. I was just getting a rise out of you.”

“I knew you’d never turn on my beautiful face.”

“I still have to meet him and all, though. He is on this list.”

...

“He barely talked to me!”

“I still think you should give him a chance.”

“Don’t give him a chance, princess!”

“Yeah, I’m siding with Oikawa this time, Iwa.”

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“What do I do now? I don’t like any of them.”

Iwa laughs at your frustration. “Pick the one you hate the least?”

“Iwa, I can’t do that. I don’t wanna be with them until I’m old and wrinkly.”

“You know what you can do? Change your clothes because you have a ball to attend.”

“That’s stupid,” you say; Iwaizumi gives you a stern look, “but I can do that.”

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“Why do you look so pale?” Iwaizumi quietly muttered next to you, ever so subtly, intent on keeping you out of any unnecessary attention.

“What are you doing here?” You looked at him, struggling not to completely gape.

“I decided not to take the new position. Thought you needed more guarding, especially after you become empress.”

“Aww, I knew you wouldn’t leave me!”

He chuckled softly, shrugging. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

“Mom and dad want me to dance with someone later. They say anyone’s fine, but I’m sure that the public will find a way to twist the whole thing. With me still failing to find a future partner,” you answered him, letting out a sigh.

“Then just ask Oikawa to dance?”

“what.” It was definitely less of a question and more of a defensive statement, with the way you said it.

“I mean, don’t you usually dance with him at parties, anyway?” He asks you seemingly innocently, but the slight smirk on his face said otherwise.

“No way, I can’t.” You were probably beyond flushed at that point. By this time, you were sure that people were staring at you, especially with how heated your face felt.

“Why? Because you like him?”

Silence. You were fully aware that you couldn’t lie to Iwaizumi. He’d known you for far too long, far too well for you to be able to hide even the slightest thing from him. Additionally, you knew that there was no getting out of this.

“You can’t tell him, Iwa.”

“I have no plans of getting in your messes, anyway,” he says to your relief, but the playful smile he had on told you that he might not be too honest with his statement.

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You figured that you’d delayed the mandatory dance for too long. You sauntered over to Oikawa who smiled as soon as he saw you approaching. It was nothing new, as your advisor and closest friend, you usually just danced with him at parties. But this time, it felt different. It felt like you were making a choice. With all the potential suitors present, and you still deciding to dance with Oikawa, you figured that maybe you were making a choice.

The music starts playing and you lean your hand down, a gesture imploring him to dance with you. He leans down and places a chaste kiss on your hand. You take his hand, and place one on his shoulder, as he places his on your waist. You took a good look at the man standing before you, a gentle smirk on his lips. And it struck you, god, this man was beautiful, and you loved every single bit of him.

“I don’t think I can do this anymore, princess.”

“Do what?”

He sighs, a melancholy look strewn across his features. Even with sorrow gracing him, he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever met. The music slows, marking the coming of an end. “Would it be so bad for me to try?”, he asks you, every bit of sincerity clear to you.

The music fades and he leans down to place another kiss on your hand, except this time it lingered. He slips a neatly folded paper into your palm and walks off. You walk out of the ballroom, finding a quiet place to see what Oikawa had given you. As you unfold the paper, the words become clearer and clearer.

Eligible man #5: Oikawa Tooru

Oikawa finds you sitting in the garden, the paper placed neatly on your lap. “Isn’t it weird that in a few days, you’ll be married to someone?”

You chuckle lightheartedly, furrowing your brows reflexively. “What if I want it to be you?” Oikawa turns to you, shocked. You smile at him, telling him all he needs to know. He walks over to you, carefully placing a hand on your cheek. And as if time had stopped, his lips fall onto yours and the pieces start to fit.

“I’ve always wanted to do that.”

“Good, because I did too.”

He looks at you, taking in your presence, and it feels like home to him. The reassurance of how you felt swam through his body. You laughed at his awestruck face and nudged him with your shoulder.

“You do realize that I just said that I want to marry you.”

He nods.

“And that when I become empress, you can’t call me princess anymore.”

He gapes for a moment before shaking his head. “No way! The nickname’s sticking!”

☾ 1K EVENT

#self rb #i swear i love this man more and more each passing day

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hi!! congrats on 1k, well-deserved <3

may i join your event if slots are still available? i'd love to take part in the trope one w kageyama + friends to lovers to enemies to lovers (KSJDHFDSJ bc like lowkey hurts but one of my fav ever tropes)

Undeserved Attention

Kageyama Tobio x Reader

Summary: Lingering feelings are adaptable pests, because in every situation, you find yourself wondering about what in the world Kageyama Tobio’s up to this time.

“D’ya think that maybe, just maybe, you’re being a bit too harsh on him?” You roll your eyes, “he pushed me into a fountain, Shoyo. You really think I’m being too harsh on him?” Hinata sighs, and shakes his head. You felt bad for the guy, you did. Having to be the middle ground between you and Kageyama probably wasn’t easy on him either, having to constantly figuratively and literally run back and forth from two of his close friends.

“How about you tell me how this all happened, then?” You deadpan at him, “we were friends, then we dated, and then he went all psycho, so of course, we broke up. End of story.”

“That’s not all of it.”

“That’s the gist of it.”

“Well, I can’t make my own judgment on the situation if I don’t know exactly what went on between you two.”

“You don’t need to know.”

“You’re awesome and all, Y/N, but you don’t actually expect me to know what to do when you and Kageyama are telling me the complete opposite things.”

“What did that prick say about me, Shoyo?” Hinata cusses, and internally kicks himself for even mentioning Kageyama in front of you. Rule #1; talk about Tobio all you want, but never mention him in front of Y/N. That’s a disaster waiting to happen.

“I promise it’s not as bad as the things you’ve said about him.” You laugh at Hinata’s frustrated retort, and pull your bag on the table to pull out some books you need. And as you open your bag, Kageyama walks past, the buckle of his back making contact with yours, effectively spilling the contents of your bag, and the bag itself over the edge of your table.

“What’s wrong with you, Kageyama?” He snaps his head to the mess on the ground. “It was an accident.” You scoff. “Like when you pushed me into the fountain?” He groans at your reply, “for your information, that was an accident. And stop putting it into every conversation you have. It wasn’t even that big of a deal.”

Your teacher clears her throat. “It’s 7am and we’re just about to discuss some lessons for the upcoming test, hardly the time to be arguing, don’t you think?” You nod and apologize. She shakes her head in disappointment, “Hinata, why don’t you help out Y/N, and Kageyama, please just go back to your seat before you cause any further disruption.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

...

“Did you see that asshole, Shoyo?!” You whisper-shout, the teacher too engrossed in some equation to pay your conversation any mind. “I don’t know, Y/N. It did look like an accident.” You stare at him, and he shrugs. “There’s no way he just keeps messing with me all by accident, Sho.”

“I only actually know about the fountain incident, because that’s all you’ll tell me, Y/N. Maybe if you started talking...?” You shake your head and turn your attention back to the board. You had no idea what your teacher was saying, but what you were sure of was that Kageyama was an asshole.

Your eyes travel over to Kageyama, who had the slightest frown on his face. Undoubtedly not listening to the teacher, although you weren’t exactly listening either. You sigh, observing the way Kageyama stretches his legs subtly, and his arms are folded over his book that hasn’t even been opened yet.

“You know, Y/N, if you keep looking at him like that, it’s not that convincing when you say you hate him.” You snap your attention to Hinata, who had a smirk on his face. “Looking at him like what?” Hinata shrugs. “Like you wanna kiss him.” You gape and stumble on your words. “You’re delusional.”

Hinata laughs, humming so inconspicuously you’d think he hadn’t just been accusing you of wanting to kiss the same guy you’ve deemed intolerable for years. “I hate the guy, Hinata.” He nods. “Sure.” You narrow your eyes at his vague response. Hinata doesn’t respond and you take it, the conversation is finished.

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“Hey, Y/N.” you still as you recognize the voice. Where is Hinata when you need him? “Kageyama.” He sighs at the hostility of your tone. “Me pushing your bag really was an accident. My bag hit yours and you know what went on from there.” You hesitate at the sincerity of his words. “Yeah, okay. Sorry for blowing up on you.”

He nods and walks off, and you can’t help but stare. This was one of the moments where you kind of doubted that he was the same guy that publicly humiliated you back in first year. And frankly, you would be lying if you said that it didn’t make your heart skip a few beats in joy.

...

“Do you think we’ll stay like this forever, Tobio?”

“No.”

“No?”

“I mean, we’ll still be in love and happy, but it won’t be the same.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’ll marry you in the future, promise.” You look at him and his eyes shine with only the purity of love. And a smile graces your face as realization dawns upon you, he means it.

...

Jokes on you, Kageyama. You were the one that broke your promise, because we sure as hell aren’t in love right now.

“What were you two talking about? Are you two all chummy again? Should I know something?” You jump back to reality at Hinata’s ever flowing questions. You roll your eyes at his excitement. “Well, you’re late. Thanks for nothing, I guess.” He laughs. “If you were looking for me, you’d notice that I was 2 lockers away from the both of you.”

“Were you eavesdropping?”

“With all this noise, I couldn’t even if I wanted to.” You shake your head and Hinata quickly gets back to pestering you. “It’s nothing, really. He just apologized. That’s it.” And a part of you wished that that wasn’t just it, hoping that maybe he’d said more, explained more.

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“For a guy you hate, you sure are paying him a lot of attention, Y/N.” Hinata and you walk home together, sharing a common route home. The perks of having a close neighbor as your friend.

“I am not, Hinata. Just hurry and walk.” Like a liar, you deny his accusations, as if you weren’t just staring at Kageyama who was fiddling with his pencil. “Just admit it, you still kinda like the guy.” You glare at Hinata, but make no move to deny the statement. Hinata takes that as a cue to go on. “Y/N, you say a whole lot about hating him, but for someone who hates him, you sure do pay attention to him. I mean, I’m his best friend and I didn’t even know that he flicks his wrist a bit when throwing things in the trash. Or the way he bites the inside of his cheek when he’s mad. Or maybe the way he pulls the sides of his shirt when he’s-”

“Okay-, point taken, Hinata! He’s just attention grabbing, is all.” Hinata shakes his head a ‘no’ and smirks at you. “That’s not it, Y/N, admit it! You like him.”

“Like who?” You stiffen up and refuse to turn around. “Hey, Kageyama! Do you think Y/N looks nice today?” Since when did Kageyama walk this route? “Yeah, she looks nice. Hinata, are we still going to study in your house?” “Yeah, since we’re all going the same way, why don’t you walk with us?” Oh my god, Hinata knew about this. That little snake. “Y/N, are you okay with me walking with you two?”

“Do as you please.” You walk a tiny bit faster, hoping to give a safe distance between the two of you. However, as your luck would have it, Hinata seemed to be enjoying messing with you. Hinata takes longer strides, matching your pace, prompting Kageyama to do the same. Oh, when you two were alone, he’s getting it.

...

“Hinata you planned this!”

“Just endure for a month, Y/N! You act as if you don’t like the guy.”

“I don’t like him and-, a whole month?!”

“Hey, I just got back, should I walk with you guys again.” Is he serious? Hinata, please say no. “Yeah!” Damn it. You three walk in silence, Hinata slowly inching away from between the two of you. Before you know it, Hinata is about a meter away from the both of you and you can almost hear Kageyama’s steady breathing from beside you.

“I forgot my water bottle in the gym, why don’t you two go ahead?” Without hearing your response, Hinata dashes away, sending you a cheeky wink. That liar, he always keeps his bottle in his bag. Kageyama clears his throat awkwardly, resuming his pace slowly. You start walking, refusing to speak.

“How have you been?”

“Nice.”

“That’s good to hear.”

You don’t respond, choosing to set your eyes on the pavement. “Do you still have the pen I gave you?” You falter in your step for a second before composing yourself. “No.” Again, that was a lie. You kept the pen on your desk, next to your computer, twirling it around your fingers every time you felt lonely, or on those days when you miss him. Not of course, your only option right now was to lie.

“Oh.”

“Were you going to ask for it back?” You ask the question hesitantly, keeping your guards up but letting curiosity get the better of you. “No. just wanted to know if you still had it.”

You nod and the rest of the walk is silent. He goes to Hinata’s house and the both of you are greeted by Hinata’s mom, and you walk to your place, a small distance away. Once you get in your room, you find yourself staring at the pen. To be frank, the pen was in pristine conditions. Not a single scratch and the pen’s ink was still half-full.

You take a seat on your bed and sigh. Why’d you lie? It’s not like Kageyama said anything in particular about it.

...

That’s how it went, Hinata makes up some bullshit excuse about why he’ll walk home a but later, and you and Kageyama get a few words in.

“Hey, Kageyama?”

“Remember a few weeks ago when you asked if I still had the pen?”

“Yeah?”

“I lied. I still have it.”

And if Kageyama was curious as to why you lied, he didn’t show. Instead, he smiled, a big grin, and it was enough to make you unequivocally happy, too.

Then it finally hit you. Hinata was right, you did like the guy.

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You stay away from him, refusing to let yourself love him. Not because you feared he didn’t feel the same. No, his smile from that day told you all that needed to be said. You were avoiding him because he hurt you. Loving him didn’t mean you forgave him. What he did to you was horrible and you need to stick by that.

You walk by yourself and Kageyama waves at you, you nod curtly and at the corner of your eye you can see him tilt his head in confusion by a tiny margin. You let yourself wonder if he cared that you were ignoring him, but that doesn’t last for long. The intrusive thoughts swallow any conscience you had for the guy and remind you of your situation. Don’t give him the attention he doesn’t deserve, Y/N.

By now it’s just you in an empty hall, most students gathered in the larger hallway. You stop for a second and you feel an arm gently make contact with your shoulder. You jump back on impulse, turning around. Kageyama.

“Why are you ignoring me?”

“I am not.”

“There you go again, Y/N! Avoiding things!”

“Excuse me?”

“You always avoid me, you think I don’t notice?”

“Sure, I am avoiding you. But I have a good reason to.”

“Y/N, are you serious?”

“You pushed me into the fountain back in first year.”

“It was an accident.”

“Fine, even if the whole fountain thing was an accident-”

“It is!”

“Fine! Then why’d you ignore me?”

“I was just busy. There’s nothing more to it.”

“I don’t want your excuses, okay?! All I want is closure. I just want you to explain why the hell you stopped loving me. Because even though we were young, Tobio, I really thought you were endgame for me. Isn’t that stupid?”

“It’s not-, it isn’t stupid, Y/N. It’s just-,” he pauses, struggling to get a grasp of his words, “there’s nothing to explain.”

You scoff, frankly really fucking bewildered at his response. “Tobio, you stopped talking to me, you didn’t even break up with me before that. How’d you think I felt?! That was 3 years down the drain, Tobio. One day, we were going out together for ice cream and the next, you wouldn’t even look me in the eye.”

“I was scared.”

“Of what?”

He looks at you, and reluctantly, the words come out of his mouth. “I was scared of loving you.”

You look at him, confused and a wreck, struggling to place the pieces together. “What?”

“We were dating, and everything was okay. Then suddenly, everything else in my life fell apart. My team, volleyball, my friends, it was just you, Y/N. You were the only thing left and I didn’t want you to be. Because if you left me, I wouldn’t know what to do. I don’t think I’d come out of it okay.”

“I wasn’t going to leave, ever. I was so in love with you, you know?”

“I know that now, Y/N. And if I could stop myself from ruining everything we had, I would.”

“Really?”

“Promise.”

Kageyama stands in front of you, the same soft smile from years ago gracing his face, and you remember, this is how you fell in love. The soft nights alone, and the reassurance of love for a lifetime to come. Loving him was the sweetest thing in the world; not falling out of love no matter what happens, because you’re too far deep in each other’s lives.

“I love you, Y/N.” And you look at Kageyama who rubs his neck bashfully, and out of pure adrenaline or the blossoming warmth erupting in your chest, you press your lips to his. “I really fucking love you too, Kageyama.” This time he’s the one to kiss you and you laugh.

“Are we okay now?”

“We’re okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Tobio. I am.”

And you had no idea what the hell he was thinking, but that didn’t matter. Because he said he loves you, and you trust him.

1K EVENT

#self rb #its v cute ok #no shame in reading ur own works

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