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happy 1k notes to this silly lil fic yayyy
being a professional volleyball player had gotten kiyoomi an onslaught of— albeit, somewhat unhinged, fans.
he'd never say he hated his fans. in fact, he appreciated their constant support for his growth as both a person and a way too attractive volleyball player. however, the way some of them would show their support was rather... unique for his standards.
the two of you were sprawled out on the couch, you mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, and him ultimately deciding to do the same. this was one of the few times he ever even went on the damn app and the first thing he's greeted with is an edit of him from his most recent game. he somehow felt inclined to open the comments but a part of him knew his scowl would only deepen if he did.
you leaned over and tried to smooth out the crease in between his brows with a hum. "you gotta give them credit, 'omi. you look really hot there."
"it's a 15 second video of me drinking water."
"still hot."
he rolled his eyes, switching his phone off and leaning on your shoulder. you went back to running through his hair with one hand, and scrolling on tiktok with the other.
while kiyoomi was mainly focused on how nice it felt to have your fingers gently carding through his hair, he was also listening along to the random audios that played each time you scrolled onto another video. eventually, a song oddly familiar to kiyoomi started up on your phone.
wait.
kiyoomi paused, turning to look up at you in a comically slow manner with a grimace painted on his face. you bit back a laugh at his sour expression, batting your eyelashes back at him. "what's wrong, my sweetheart, honeybunch, sugarplum, light of my life?"
"ignoring those disgusting pet names— is that the same edit i just saw?"
the familiar song played faintly as you offered him an innocent grin. you glanced at your phone then back at him, quickly swiping up. "edit? don't know what you're talking about."
alas, the algorithm knew you a bit too well. maybe it was coming after you with the fact yet another kiyoomi edit popped up after you swiped. the two of you stared at the screen silently, your thumb sliding over to press another button.
"...what a coincidence, huh 'om-"
"did you just favorite it?"
you didn't respond. he shifted closer to grab your phone, you leaned away. this ultimately led to you and kiyoomi wrestling for your phone. as you two were tugging at your phone, it slid to unsurprisingly, another kiyoomi edit.
"i'm gatekeeping these, get off!"
"they're literally edits of me!"
eventually, he decided to dig his fingers in your sides, causing you to break into what sounded like a mixture of a scream and manic laughter. he smiled triumphantly, using his free hand to grab your phone from your— now weak grasp and going straight to your favorites.
he scrolled through the random collection of cooking tutorials he knows you won't do, cat videos you've shown him multiple times, and of course, edits of him. from clips of him from interviews to his monstrous spikes, you had it all.
"this is— an invasion of privacy!" you whined, trying to get your phone back to no avail. kiyoomi looked through all your saved edits with an amused look. "think you might be even more obsessed than these fans." he teased, his shoulders shaking as a chuckle escaped his lips.
"god, can't someone enjoy videos of their jaw-droppingly handsome, gorgeous, hot, attractive boyfriend in peace?"
"not when you're right next to said handsome boyfriend, watching those videos on the highest possible volume."
you waved off his quip, "details, details." you propped your head on his shoulder and watched in silent amusement as he regrettably decided to open the comments on one of the edits. he's not even sure how some of these comments slipped past community guidelines, while some were rather tame, gushing about how good he looked, some were so depraved he thought he was going to get permanent frown lines just by looking at them.
"if you though that was bad, you should see what i say on twitter."
for the sake of his sanity, kiyoomi decides against checking your twitter account.
my 31 pending school reqs will not stop me from kiyoomi posting!!
#♡ rrreblogs !#crawling out the grave for this#WUEHEU i'll write again soon i swear 😭 there's just been sm on my plate recently sob
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...so
giggling and kicking my feet everytime i remember that he bought me an atsumu nendo
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what do they have that i don't ^.^
#♡ cold banana milk#me On my way! to turn my tumblr into my new privtwt#i love feeling absolutely unlovable! i love feeling like being nice to me is too difficult to do! 💗💗💗#nvm i forgot i had a sideblog
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miru have u ever heard omi sing (now you have)
PRETTY BOY W HIS PRETTY VOICE IM SO ILL
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this is what falling in love feels like.
🍰 genre: fluff !
✒️ word count: 1,113
💭 summary: what it feels like for sakusa to fall in love for his dear old seatmate.
🍥 author's note: FUCK i did NOT anticipate it to be so long what
🎧song inspo: this is what falling in love feels like by jvke
it's hard for sakusa to focus on what the teacher is saying in front, what with you constantly grumbling and crumpling your scratch paper full of notes and solutions in frustration. he silently reaches over your table and plops a spare eraser he had to you. "please don't waste it," he advises you in a hushed tone, going back to the lesson at hand.
his ears perk up when you tell him a soft, 'thank you!' under your breath and erase away at your mistakes, prompting sakusa to prepare another eraser to sacrifice to you. out of everybody at school, only you never seemed to realize how much warmer sakusa was to you compared to everybody else. sure, you used to bother him a lot during your first year when you sat in front of him, but now that he sat in the same row as you, directly next to your chair, you had more opportunities to socialize with him (not that the feeling was always mutual, but he did often listen to you talk).
from remaining silent, glaring at you, and murmuring at you to please go away, he now remains silent... just with an inquisitive energy to him. it was rare for someone to change sakusa's view of them in a matter of half a year, but that was probably why he had developed such an interest in you. you were uniquely annoying, not insufferable, but you were more energetic than him, had a lot more to say, and understood him at certain times.
it was very hard for sakusa to come across a like minded person such as you, hence, he slowly succumbed to letting you just speak your mind to him while he just sat there, listening. that was the first sign he showed that he had some sort of uncommon feelings for you. komori would sometimes join you two, and even he noticed that whenever you tried to include sakusa in the conversation, he would reply to you; they started off as half-assed responses in an effort to satisfy your inquiry, but then, he started seeming a lot more... passionate about talking to you. it was like he enjoyed being in the conversation, all because you were talking to him.
sakusa would often offer you alcohol by readying his alcohol bottle out for you, hand you an extra n-95 mask if you needed it, and even reminded you often to take some vitamins and wear your jacket when its cold; even asking you if you've eaten during lunch, just to make sure, of course.
he also wasn't the type to want to go home with anybody who wasn't family, he disliked the idea of other people knowing where he lived when he wasn't even remotely affiliated with them. however, when he noticed you and komori sometimes heading home together, he'd tag along sometimes under the guise that he and komori had to run an errand before heading home, when really, all he wants to do is hear you talk and walk with you while the sun sets and the day's about to end.
"so... when are you going to confess?" komori asked the dark haired boy as he got a soda from the vending machine. sakusa replied with silence on his end, staring at the blank ceiling as he pondered on what exactly that meant. "...what do you mean?" "i mean like, admit your feelings to them?" the brunette reiterated, smiling awkwardly as sakusa crinkled his eyebrows. "do you not like them?" "...like in what way, i can say i tolerate them," "no, i-i mean... you have a crush on them, doncha, kiyoomi?" he asked sakusa, taking his soda out from the vending machine's dispenser, while sakusa's eyebrows raised ever so slightly.
"...a crush..." the wavy haired boy echoed, looking down at his and his cousin's shoes upon the dirty pavement. "yeah, they're like someone you think of a lot, like the way they behave, the way they speak, the little moments with them; like everything feels better when they're around!" "...feels better when they're around...." the dark haired boy repeated once more, the tips of his ears flushing a little red. "well, you don't have to figure it out right now, it's only been a few months, take your time," komori advised him as sakusa followed him, heading home with the boy.
that entire evening, sakusa lay in his bed, the same scene of him and his cousin by the vending machine by the dirty pavement playing over and over again in his head. then after that scene, he started thinking about the times he'd tag along silently whenever you and komori walked home together, the times you'd talk to him and bother him during class in your first year, the way you scritched and scratched at your paper whenever you made mistakes, how you never came to school with an eraser, hence he always gave you his; how he wishes you used his eraser every day, how he wished you'd think of him while you take your vitamins, or how he wished you'd remember him whenever you'd wear a jacket when going out in the cold.
and at that moment, sakusa's heart flutters for a split second; the color of his cheeks and ears became a deep hue of crimson...
"hey, kiyoomi, do you—" komori was about to ask sakusa for something when he came into his room, only to see his usually stoic cousin blushing hard in bed, his eyes glued to the ceiling as he had his hands clasped over his chest. "uh... y'good?" "...motoya, i think i have a crush," sakusa decided, slowly sitting up from the bed, his blush deepening into a scarlet hue as he looked at his brunette cousin; a dopey smile on the brown haired boy's face, he was in complete and utter disbelief at this news. "w-wow, great!" "it's not great..." sakusa insisted, his blush persisting as he furrowed his eyebrows and lay back down.
"a-and... why not?" komori asked, looking at his cousin with a confused glimmer in his eyes. "...because then i'll shake every time i hand them an eraser, i'll have a crack in my voice every time i reply to their questions, and i'll wanna be close whenever we walk together," sakusa listed down, his blush becoming a tart shade. komori chuckled and was about to leave. "well, my question can wait, but... that's completely normal, kiyoomi, i'll help you out with them!" "please, don't..." sakusa pleaded, flopping over onto his stomach, his face burrowed in the pillows. "...i'll start to think i actually have a chance, and that's the worst kind of feeling."
#♡ rrreblogs !#SOB WEEP SOB SOBBB WAAAAA#seatmate dynamics make me so ill RAA#sakusa kiyoomi#sakusa x reader
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giggling and kicking my feet everytime i remember that he bought me an atsumu nendo
#♡ cold banana milk#studying rn BUT IM GETTING SIDETRACKED!!!#this also makes me wanna write omi thing hihi
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miru, oh miru. happy new year! c(＞ω＜)ゞ
NOO NOO NOO !!! HAPPI HAPPI NEW YEARR I HOPE UR 2024 TURNS OUT GREAT RAAAA
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they ...... rips hair off
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i love writing *gets hit with 2 month long writer's block
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From @creampill : Hello! This is my gift for the wonderful @melonnmiru for protocol secret Santa!!! Including the wonderful mrs Ukiyo at an arcade with a friend :] hope you enjoy!!
👻🖤🌹❣️🍡
An arcade is a boisterous place. Loud, bright, buzzing, borderline overstimulating, with people running and calling to one another over the endless droning of the games. Joy, mirth, and the wasting of money set to the backdrop of multicoloured carpeting and cacophonous sound effects. Perfect, unruly chaos.
And all of it had to fade away. Ukiyo needed complete focus. No stamping feet, no children screaming. Poise. Calm. Her teeth clenched around the stem of her lollipop (strawberry, of course).
Her eyes follow the claw as it wurrs across its railing, responding to each gentle nudge of the joystick she gives. Precise. No room for error.
Sat neglected in the corner of the claw machine is her prize. The smallest, cutest little plush sheep she had ever seen. It had to be hers. It would be hers. All five dollars she’d already spent on this machine would not be for naught.
She nudges the joystick again. Left. Left. Too much left. Right now. Maybe too much right? She peeks around the side of the machine for another angle.
“Can you just press the stupid button already?” Came an overdramatic whine behind Ukiyo, “this is boring.”
She hissed, squinting. “Shut it, Yoru. I’m concentrating.”
He sighed, taking a bite of a comically large gummy snake. Ukiyo returned to her focus.
Yes. Just enough right. And a little bit more forward. The rail was just too short to get on top of the sheep- her sheep- but she could compensate. She knew what she was doing, she wasn’t some fumbling child, she had the claw perfectly lined up around the loop of fabric attached to the sheep. Snag the tag, get the bag.
“Can’t you just magic it out? Ghosts go through walls.” Yoru mutters.
With her concentration shattered, Ukiyo sighs. “You and I both know what’s not how this works. Also? That’s cheating. And cheating is for people with no skills,” she says, with an especially pointed glare at Yoru.
He rolls his eyes. “It’s strategy. Not cheating.”
“Maybe on a battlefield, but not in arcade basketball- you’re distracting me! Quiet now. I need focus.”
She zeroes in on the claw machine again. She takes a few deep breaths, steadying her hands. A few little nudges. This has to be perfect.
She looks to the side of the cabinet again, then crouches, then steps up to her tippy-toes to analyse the scene from all angles.
By her calculations? A ninety-two percent chance of success.
She breathes out, and presses the button to release the claw.
The machine bursts to life, steadily humming as the claw descends. Like a hawk. She watches. A jaunty little tune plays, slowly getting faster, winding up in anticipation, and her eyes track the claw as it snags against the tag of the sheep-
Yes! Yes! It caught! The claw retracts, the fabric loop wrapped safely around it. She lets herself feel the warmth of victory, but doesn’t let it sink in. This wasn’t it yet. Now it had to survive the trip. She chews on the stem of her lollipop. From the corner of her eye, she sees Yoru yawn.
Along the track the claw goes, slow, methodical. The added weight of the plush makes it swing, more than she expected. This wasn’t in her (obviously extremely scientific and thorough) calculations. She chews her lollipop harder.
Halfway. Every second felt like torture.
Across the arcade, someone yells in frustration. Ukiyo doesn’t flinch.
The claw reaches the end of the track. This is it. She can feel her smugness rising, ready to shove her fluffy little prize in Yoru’s face as soon as she-
The claw halts, jittering to a stop over the collection bay. Too jittery. Ukiyo watches in abject horror as her precious little sheep goes careening off of the claw, fabric loop slipping free, and lands squarely in the opposite corner.
A five note musical trill as the claw reclines along its track. The arcade is loud as ever, but to Ukiyo, it was silence. Shock. A cartoonish smily face pops up on the screen beside the coin slot, almost taunting her. ‘Try again! Insert coin here.’
“Oh, too bad. Guess you just suck at claw machines.” Yoru winces, grinning, “wanna go play pinball?”
Ukiyo holds up a hand, halting him. “힘내. Don’t give up.”
He scrunches his nose, “did you just k-pop reference at me?”
“I’m not leaving until I finish this.” She steels herself, rifling through her pockets for another coin. “I don’t quit.”
Another overdramatic sign from Yoru. Finally, she produces a coin and slides it into the slot. The music trills, the claw jitters into place, the game comes alive.
Ukiyo breathes. The world fades away.
Focus.
#♡ rrreblogs !#IM SCREAMING????????#THE TWICE REFERENCE TOO IM SO ILL#THIS CAPTURES UKIYO SO WELL CREAM OH MY GOFFOJDJFJF#THANK YOU SO MUCH SOBSBSBSBSBSBSBSBS#6HIS IS LITERALLY LIKE MY 3RD REREAD OF THIS I LOVE HOW U WORD THINGS WAAAAAAAA#THANK YOUT AHMOYIU THANK YYOITUUUUUU#valorant ukiyo#protocol secret santa
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SHYNESS GIRL
PAIRING: Yachi Hitoka/Reader
CONTENT: reader is implied to be taller than yachi, using a plastic knife to cut a leaf for a science experiment, honestly 99% of this is just yachi’s inner monologue
WORD COUNT: 1.6k
“What the fuck, it’s so hot and humid in this room. I think I’m gonna melt.”
You really aren’t exaggerating. It would even be an understatement to say that you feel like a sweaty, pungent mess right now, especially after running here from your dorm just to hear that the AC in the entire building is temporarily down. You yawn, fanning your face with your hand to keep yourself from dropping dead onto the tiled floor, although your efforts are futile.
When your lab partner does absolutely nothing in response to your pointless narration, you send an aggrieved look in her direction. Normally, you don’t mind when people feel inclined to not talk to you, especially since you like hearing the sound of your voice and you prattle on enough for all parties anyway, but at least a nod of acknowledgement would be nice to let you know that you aren’t alone in your suffering.
“Do I stink?“ You figure maybe she’s too scared to speak ‘cause your godawful stench might waft onto her tongue.
“Of course not!” Immediately, Yachi peers up at you and shakes her head so fast, you’re worried it’ll fall off. You find yourself enjoying the way her star-shaped hair clip nearly slips off her blonde strands from the movement before she reaches up to swiftly fix it back into place. “Sorry,” she stutters out, like that inconvenienced you in any way.
“No worries,” you say. Briefly, your eyes scan the tabletop, taking note of each item laid out in front of you. “Ooh, a hair-dryer.”
You flick the switch to turn it on, only to wrinkle your nose and quickly turn it off when the hair-dryer doesn’t seem to have the desired effect of a cooling fan.
“What do we even use this for? In this experiment, I mean.”
“We use it to simulate a warm breeze for one of our treatment groups. That way, we can see if it’ll influence the transpiration rate.”
“Well, aren’t you smart.” Your teasing remark has Yachi flushing a bright red colour as she shakes her head vigorously again and points to a paragraph in her lab manual as though to deflect the compliment. Regardless, you choose to ignore her, concealing your amusement behind a stony guise. “What do we do first?”
“Put on gloves.”
“Ew.” Resisting the urge to gag at the sensation of latex against your sweaty palms, you tug on a pair of blue disposable gloves with considerable effort. She does the same, although with significantly less reluctance. “Next.”
“Get two lettuce leaves that are similar in size,” Yachi reads. Nervously, she looks to you, prepared to offer to retrieve the aforementioned leaves herself so you can relish in the great honour that is staying in the same spot. However, you’re already turning around before she can say anything and walking to the front of the classroom, happy to do as told.
When you return to your work area, there are two lettuce leaves pinched in between your gloved fingers, though they’re different sizes, unlike she asked. You set them down on the table with an expectant expression on your face as you stare at her.
“Good?”
NO! NOT GOOD, her subconscious says.
Yachi knows this is wrong, yet she can’t find it in herself to speak up as she chews on her bottom lip and furrows her eyebrows. After all, as respectful as you have been so far, you do have a certain reputation around campus. She hears it from Yamaguchi, who hears it from Hinata and Kageyama, who hear it from Tsukishima (who likes to lie to them for shits and giggles sometimes). Apparently, you spend your free time throwing rocks at people’s windows at the dead of the night, make people you don’t like do your homework for you, and shove professors’ faces down the toilets whenever they give you a bad grade. Very intimidating.
She’s torn between two options. The thought of possibly offending you strikes such terror into her that she’d almost rather risk getting a bad grade on this lab than correct your mistake. But then there’s the chance that if she lets this mistake go and the both of you get points docked, you’ll find out that she knew all along. And then what?
What if you’re livid because she caused you to have a low score, so you start making her do your homework in order to raise your grade? What if you tell everyone of the one (1) horrible thing she did and then everyone starts making her do their homework to punish her for her dishonesty? What if she ends up having too much homework to do and people start getting mad at her for not being able to do their homework on time? What if they start throwing rocks at her window? What if you start throwing rocks at her window? What if, what if, what if?
She can’t let that happen!
“Actually, that’s not…”
“Huh?” This elicits an eyebrow raise from you. Assuming your confusion is a matter of you not quite hearing her rather than her deliberately trailing off out of apprehension, you turn your head to the side and lean down slightly so that your ear is level with her mouth. “Can you repeat that?”
Yachi squeaks, backing up.
“Never mind!” the words rush out of her mouth before she can think. With her heart pounding in her chest, all she can do now is hope that the two leaves being different sizes won’t make that much of a difference in your results. (Oh, who is she kidding? It’s a science experiment — of course, it’s gonna impact the results!) “I think the next step is to cut a thin slice off at the bottom of each leaf!”
“With this knife?”
“Yes!”
“Okay.”
A couple moments pass, and Yachi exhales, feeling somewhat relieved that you don’t seem to catch on to her ginormous fib while also feeling like a criminal at the same time. Maybe she’ll have enough time to change her name and move to another country before you realise. Yeah, that seems like the smart thing to do.
Your voice sears through her thoughts, pulling her back to reality. “This is kind of fun.” You point the plastic knife at her. Yachi feels like she’s going to wither away. “You wanna try?”
“No thank you!”
“Suit yourself.” With a half-hearted one-shoulder shrug, you go right back to what you’re doing.
Wait, Yachi suddenly thinks. What if that was your way of indirectly telling her to do something for once instead of just standing there and doing nothing aside from giving you commands like it’s her birthright? Now she just looks like a horrible person! Perhaps she should take the knife from you and do it herself. But what if that offends you, making you think that she thinks you’re not doing it right? Are you even doing it right?!
Warily, Yachi glances at the table.
Oh no. You’re cutting the leaves wrong. Horribly wrong, so wrong there’s no doubt the both of you’ll get an awful grade on this lab report if she doesn’t say anything soon.
Faced with no other alternative, she frowns, then takes a deep breath. YOU CAN DO THIS, GIRL, says her subconscious. Or something. God, she’s such a nervous wreck, she doesn’t even know what’s happening anymore.
“Hey, um.” Good start. Inwardly, she pats herself on the back. “Is that how we’re supposed to be cutting it? I — I don’t think our lab manual says to do it like that.”
“What.”
“Never mind! Maybe it does say that! I’m not sure, what d’you think?”
“I don’t know,” you declare intelligently. You don’t stop what you’re doing, seemingly concentrated on cutting the leaf even after being told that you’re wrong, but you nod your chin at her lab manual. “What does that say, again?”
“It says to cut a thin slice off of each leaf.”
“Okay.”
Yachi frowns. “…Those look like hearts.”
“Aw, really? That’s crazy. I didn’t realise.” You grin down at your heart-shaped cutouts, scratching your head as if you don’t know what possessed you to do such a thing. “Sorry about that.“
Yachi waves both of her hands frantically. “It’s okay, you don’t need to apologise! It’s my fault, I should’ve said something earl—“
“Hey, don’t stress yourself over it. Since I messed up, I’ll just get two more leaves and start over.” You nudge her elbow with yours playfully. “Hope you don’t mind spending extra time with me on this lab. Unless I stink.” Your face turns solemn all of a sudden. “It’s okay to tell me the truth. I know I’m sweaty.”
“You don’t smell bad at all!” she splutters as you walk away. Nonetheless, all is well after you return with two lettuce leaves, both of equal size this time around.
“That was your attempt at getting my attention? By doing everything wrong?”
It’s several years down the line, and your girlfriend seems to be in disbelief as you recall the fondest memories of you and her before your relationship. With a smile tugging at your lips, you gently take a wisp of her hair, twirling it around your finger before tucking it into the crevice behind her ear.
“Duh, I was totally into you. Wasn’t that obvious?”
Yachi looks at you with such incredulity, you could almost laugh. “No!”
“Come on, you’re only saying that ‘cause you thought I was some low-life delinquent,” you say, trying to convince her. “I made you hearts out of lettuce leaf. Isn’t that so romantic? Call me a flirting connoisseur or whatever.”
Her nose scrunches up. “I’ll pass.”
You clutch your chest and let your head fall onto her shoulder. “You wound me severely.”
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MY SCHEDULE IS FINALLY FREEING UP RAHHHHH
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I WANT HIM SO BAD SAKUSA KIYOOMI PAHEADLOCK
That haikyuubu episode….
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the hows of us au but its a semi eita fic *smiles at you all
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OH THANK GOD THAT UGLY LINE WHEN THE TEXT IS COLORED IS GONE
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