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svfttachi · 16 days

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about me

✎ this is an updated, more detailed little introduction and about me for my blog since i have many new followers and friends now.

✎ if you are new, then welcome! i'm glad to have you here, and i hope you enjoy what my page has to offer.

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ꨄ︎ for starters, i go by AN (she/her) here on tumblr, and if you know me in real life... you don't anymore.

╰┈➤ i'm turning 22 this year, and i'm still a huge worried girl (lol).

ꨄ︎ my hobbies are: writing, drawing, playing video games (mostly switch & pc), watching tv (mostly anime), and hanging out with my cat.

╰┈➤ i've been drawing since i was a child, and i've been writing since high school!

╰┈➤ i'm still playing tears of the kingdom, but I'M ALMOST DONE! i'd say it's my favorite switch game so far.

ꨄ︎ i'm currently watching: star wars: the clone wars (season 7), naruto shippuden (war arc), one piece (summit war arc), and fruits basket (season 2).

╰┈➤ fyi star wars is literally my FAVORITE series ever. i have been watching and loving it since forever. the happiness of my childhood gives major thanks to the star wars franchise.

╰┈➤ i do not read manga as normally as i watch anime, but i have finished the tokyo revengers manga! give me manga suggestions!

╰┈➤ i am also rewatching my hero academia! i want to add attack on titan to me rewatch list cause i want to be emotional towards it.

ꨄ︎ my favorite characters, at the moment, are (in no particular order): gojo, geto, inumaki, megumi, bokuto, kise, itachi, hanma, ace, shanks, mihawk, sanji, bakugo, todoroki, aizawa, levi, eren, and jean (we could be here all day if i listed them all, and the fact that bokuto and kise are voiced by the same japanese va just says something).

ꨄ︎ my least favorite things are: school, DANZO >:( (i cannot stand this man), sitting in my room alone, and overthinking the littlest of things.

ꨄ︎ lastly, please be patient with me. i do take frequent, sometimes unannounced, breaks from this blog and social media in general for my own sanity. and to everyone that has always interacted with my writings on this blog and remained patient throughout my many indefinite hiatuses, thank you! i continue to appreciate you all every single day i open my notifs.

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ꨄ︎ that's all i can think of at the moment, so please enjoy this opla luffy (iñaki<3) gif in the mean time

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svfttachi · 28 days

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one piece writings

❝𝘪'𝘮 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴!❞ ━ 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝗸𝗲𝘆 𝗱. 𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳𝘆 🏴‍☠️☁️

✎ i do not own the One Piece franchise. the franchise and its characters rightfully belong to the original creator, Eiichiro Oda.

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fluff ━ ( 🌤 ), angst ━ ( 🌩 ), spoilers included — ( ⚡️ )

ꨄ︎ oneshots

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ꨄ︎ headcanons/scenarios

more coming soon...

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svfttachi · 29 days

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“OH GOD, IT’S NOT FAIR OF HIM TO MAKE ME FEEL THIS MUCH!” (HQ BOYS)

ATSUMU: says things out of nowhere that it makes you feel butterflies. it’s so sudden that it hits you like a tidal wave that knocks the air out of you. the two of you could be laughing at some random thing and suddenly, he opens his mouth to mention something, “your smile.” he says, almost out of nowhere, eyes looking at you with so much fondness that you refuse to believe that someone could ever look at you that way. “my smile? what’s wrong with it, tsum?” you question, and he chuckles, “oh, there’s nothing wrong with it.” a goofy smile plants itself over his face, “it’s just.. it’s so pretty. i want to see it more.” he says, resting his forehead over yours. “wanna be the person who makes you do all that—smile and laugh. you’re so beautiful.”

AKAASHI: “you were saying?” he questions as he’s scribbling over his notebook, studying for a test he’ll take the next day. the question almost surprises you. “i was saying..?” you ask, eyes on him as he looks busy enough writing over his notebook rather than listening to your nonstop blabbering. “yeah? you were talking about the book you just finished reading.” he says, and you sat there surprised, silenced and unable to fully process what you just heard. “well?” he ushers you to speak, the tone of his voice coming out as if he wants to hear more from you. and you couldn’t help but stare at him in disbelief. “you.. you were listening?” you respond with a timid voice. your boyfriend lets out a chuckle, dropping down his pen to look at you with interest in his eyes. “of course i do. i’m always listening to you, honey.”

KUROO: you weren’t sure what just happened, but all you could process was the fact that you’re suddenly lifted by the strong arms of your boyfriend as you walked through the hallway of the campus. it was supposed to be a normal day. you sighed, trying to ignore the stares of the students around you (and yaku, literally staring at the both of you in disgust). “tetsu, what are you doing? what’s all this? what’s happening?” you throw your boyfriend a wave of questions, unable to get a glimpse of the motive behind his actions. the deep chuckles from him reaches your ears, and you almost had to be grateful for being carried bridal style so as to not feel your knees weakening from the sound he just made. “am i not allowed to care for the love of my life?” he says, almost as if it’s an obvious fact. you roll your eyes, not convinced. you open your mouth to say something, but he beats you to it—“you mentioned you walked home yesterday, right? you know, it’s pretty convenient to take the bus sometime. your house is pretty far from here. your feet must have been aching. let me take care of you, alright?”

OIKAWA: “delivery for the most beautiful person in the world!” he knocks on your classroom door, catching the attention of your classmates. you mildly panic, a rush of embarrassment flowing over you as you’re greeted with teasing smiles and chuckles. you see, tooru always had the tendency to do these things. and it honestly surprises you ‘till this day. he makes you feel so openly loved that it scares you it might disappear someday. your heart beats at a fast pace as your boyfriend nears you, eyes never leaving your figure as the corners of his lips are raised upwards. he places a bouquet of flowers on your desk, along with your favorite food on a plastic bag, and you almost choke a cry. “what’s all this?” you question, looking at him with suspicious eyes. he chuckles, “is there anything wrong with a boy simply wanting to show his love to his favorite person in the world?” his hand reaches to cup itself against your cheek, his warmth cascading over you. “let me show you what you deserve. i’m right here.”

USHIJIMA: you let out a sharp breath as you’re suddenly being pulled to collide against a strong chest which happens to be your boyfriend. you’re about to ask what just happened when he speaks first, “be careful. you were about to hit a lamp post.” your eyes widens, looking to the side to notice that you were, indeed, about to bump against one. guilt quickly begins to rush over you. “o-oh.. i’m sorry, i get really clumsy and bad at these things—“ you try to explain yourself apologetically, but your boyfriend cuts you off before you could finish your statement, “please don’t apologize. these are simply trivial matters.” he tells you. it’s only ‘till then you notice his arm wrapped around your waist in a protective manner while he keeps you steady. “matters like these are the reason why i’m here. let me be the one to keep you out of danger.”

KITA: “this one’s wrong. you messed up the formula halfway, that’s why the rest of the equation is wrong.” your boyfriend explains to you as he compares his math homework with yours. you couldn’t help but chuckle in embarrassment, inwardly beating yourself up for being dumb infront of him. you scratch the back of your head, “s-sorry, i could really get confused over these things.” you apologize, and your boyfriend could only nod in understanding. “in this number too, you got the formula wrong. you’re supposed to use this.” he then adds, pointing to a certain number on your paper. you couldn’t help but feel small under his gaze. “r-right.. i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better.” you reply apologetically. but your discomfort doesn’t go unnoticed by shinsuke. his eyes worriedly looks at your figure as he quickly slides an arm around your waist, “hey, it’s okay. don’t worry about it.” you could feel his thumb rubbing against the fabric of your shirt as a way to assure you. “you’re doing amazing, believe me. just let me know if you’re confused anywhere. i can always help you. you’re okay.”

#ok why is this so cute!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu!!

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svfttachi · 3 months

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#itachi uchiha #itachi naruto #itachi fanart #art #fanart #hello???#ummm this is amazing

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svfttachi · 6 months

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currently in a touya/dabi obsession rn and this... this just does it, i can't wait to read more! 😭

thaw - touya todoroki/reader (1.7k) based on this text post, vague allusions to angst, pining, unrequited love, no-quirk AU, todoroki family holiday bliss, shoto/reader is canon, no pronouns/mention of reader's gender

The kitchen is bustling with activity.

At the stove, in a shallow pot of oil, Rei tends to the pumpkin she’s carefully frying to a crisp, golden shell. Beside her at the sink Fuyumi is meticulously cleaning vegetables that she’ll pass off to her youngest brother standing at the counter, trying his hardest to work out how to use the peeler in his hands. You’re on the other side of the kitchen, having just set the rice cooker to on, watching the excitement unfold.

“Natsuo, stop eating the ingredients!” Fuyumi chastises the young man peeking over her shoulder, snagging one of the beansprouts from the draining board and popping it surreptitiously into his mouth.

“But I’m hungry,” he complains as he chews the measly little sprout he’d managed to snag, pouting as his older sister shoos him away.

“Here,” Rei says gently, a little smile on her face as she plucks a bit of tempura off the tray of pieces she’d already prepared and set aside to rest, holding it out to her middle child with her chopsticks. Natsuo perks up noticeably, leaning down to catch the little golden-brown fried shrimp in his mouth. He looks pleased as he chews away at it, skirting across the kitchen towards you while his sister grumbles about how he’s being spoiled.

There’s music coming from the television in the next room as a popular National New Year's Eve program airs live, though the family is not there to watch it. There’s an old song that’s playing, one you remember your mother singing in your childhood, and at the stove Rei starts to hum along as she plucks the perfectly cooked slices of pumpkin from the oil and moves them to the tray with the rest of her previously prepared delicacies.

It’s comfortable. Warm. Familiar in the most fundamental way.

You approach Shoto at the counter.

“You’re going to slice your fingers off,” you remark, watching as he butchers the carrot in his hand—half-peeled but knobbly from his inconsistent, jagged strokes with the vegetable peeler. “Be careful.”

He peeks at you from the corner of his eye, his lips pursed.

“Why does it look so easy when you do it?” he complains quietly.

“Because it is easy,” you reply, laughing lightly, “you’re just really bad at it.”

You watch as Shoto’s mouth flattens into an unimpressed little line, and you lean your weight against his side.

“Here, hold it this way,” you instruct him, adjusting his grip on the implement and the poor misshapen vegetable. This time when the man beside you drags the blade across the skin, it comes off in one long, graceful ribbon.

Shoto looks at you with wide, excited eyes, his expression brightening. You press a brief, inconspicuous kiss to the very edge of his mouth when you’re sure no one is looking, and pink blossoms high across his cheeks in response.

“Natsuo, come help Sho with this or we’ll be here until Obon,” you singsong in the direction of the older of the two brothers as you step away from your partner, and Fuyumi laughs as she crosses the kitchen to bring more vegetables to add to Shoto’s already impressive pile. The white-haired boy shuffles over when you call him, picking up the second vegetable peeler and setting to work.

As the three Todoroki siblings bicker over the most efficient way to tackle the workload, you spot something from the corner of your eye—a figure in the periphery of your vision, ghosting past the doorway to the kitchen out of sight.

You perk up.

You hasten in the direction the figure had moved, towards the front door of Rei’s home when you hear it gently close. It’s cold outside and you didn’t have time to grab your coat, but it doesn’t stop you as you jog along the walkway at the front of the house.

“Touya!” you call out the the retreating figure who seems to be fleeing more briskly than usual. “Touya, wait!”

Finally the eldest Todoroki son stops, seemingly resigned to his apprehension, and you watch as he stands with his back to you, his shoulders tense. You jog along the wooden walkway that lines the front of the house to catch up to him.

“Where are you going?” you ask, a little out of breath from the pace of your pursuit.

Touya turns towards you, his hands stuffed into the pockets of the jacket he has pulled on over a dark hoodie.

“I’ve got plans.”

“But it’s New Years,” you say sadly.

“Not midnight yet,” he reminds you, though not unkindly.

“Will you at least stay for dinner? We should be eating soon,” you say, fiddling the the handles of the little bag you hold in your hands.

“Is there even anything left between Natsuo’s snacking and Shoto’s hack job with that peeler?” he asks with a brow quirked wryly.

You laugh a little, because he has a point. You also realize he must have been peeking into the kitchen as the rest of the family worked to prepare the evening's meal.

“There’s still plenty,” you assure him.

It’s quiet for a moment, the still winter night around you a sharp contrast to the bustling atmosphere of the warm kitchen inside.

“Will you at least be back to come to the shrine with us tomorrow morning?” you finally ask again, a little softer than before but still hopeful.

Touya breathes out a long, low breath, and it leaves his mouth in a wispy cloud of vapour.

“Yeah, I should be back by then.”

You doubt it.

“You should get inside,” he remarks next, his tone a little irritated but in a way of concern, not vexation. “You’re not dressed properly.”

He’s right. You’re in your slippers and without a coat, and it’s cold enough that at any moment you’re sure you’ll see snow start to fall. But you’d followed him on a mission, determined not to let the eldest Todoroki slip away (like he's so good at) without at least doing this.

You hold the little bag in your hands out towards him, and Touya’s brows shoot up in surprise.

“What’s that?”

“It’s nothing big,” you rush to explain. “I just got you a little gift. For the holidays, you know.”

“I thought we all agreed we weren’t buying presents,” Touya looks alarmed, his mouth turned down at the corner in a way that makes the silvery lines of his long-healed scars pull.

“I didn’t buy it, technically—” you toe at the ground beneath your slipper-clad feet, shivering a little as a rush of cold wind bristles past. Your teeth begin to chatter lightly. “—I made it.”

Touya looks unhappy regardless of your explanation, but he watches the way you shiver and shake in the cold and you suspect that his concern for your insufficient attire is what makes him relent and stick his hand into the gift bag—if for no other reason to appease you and get you back inside.

From the depths of the simple little paper gift bag, Touya pulls out a long, soft, hand-knitted scarf. It's a plain grey colour you hoped was neutral and inoffensive enough not to put him off wearing it, and that you thought would compliment his colouring.

His turquoise eyes flicker from the length of knit in his hands, up to your own that are watching him eagerly for his reaction.

“It’s a scarf!” you say, wringing your fingers nervously now that you don’t have the gift bag to fiddle with to distract yourself.

“I see that.”

You clear your throat a little. “You mentioned that you don’t really like the cold, and that the scars around your neck are sensitive to it, and I just thought… w-well I already had the yarn and stuff… so I just… wanted to make it for you?” your tone climbs on the final word, like it’s a question rather than a statement of fact.

Touya’s thumbs brush against the softness of the scarf, his eyes following the delicate lines of stitches your hands had carefully purled together to make it.

He swallows.

“Thank you.”

Your stomach flutters, a great, almighty fwooosh of relief.

“Do you like it?” you ask him excitedly.

“Yeah,” he replies, grunting a bit to clear his throat before tacking on a half-mumbled “’s nice.”

A rosiness has bloomed across Touya’s cheeks when he finally glances at you again. A little shy. A little embarrassed. Though you can’t begin to imagine why.

You smile brightly, the expression stretching so wide it makes your frostbitten cheeks ache.

“I’m glad!”

Touya swallows, looking away out across the dark yard of his mother’s home.

“Alright, now get inside before you catch something. Shoto'll kick my ass if I get you sick.”

You nod, skittering off towards the front door again, eager to escape the chill. You pause just before you step inside, and turn back to see Touya standing at the end of the walkway, still holding the scarf, watching you go.

“Happy New Year, Touya!” you call back to him with one last smile and a wave.

He doesn’t quite smile back, but he rarely does that anyway. One night when you and Shoto has been laying in your bed at home, the youngest Todoroki boy had said ‘Touya’s never had much to smile about’ about his brother’s somewhat solemn countenance.

And you know he’s right.

You know Todoroki Touya has lived a hard life. Has found himself down roads most aren’t strong enough to brave, and somehow made it home again.

But there’s an expression on his face now, though it’s a bit difficult to make out in the dim light. Not quite a smile, but the ghost of one. Closer to happiness than you’ve ever seen him, even if it is still a little haunted.

He lifts his hand in parting, and you step back inside to the warmth of Rei’s home. You hear the television still blaring from the living room. You hear your boyfriend and his siblings fighting over the vegetables. The warm air begins to dissipate the chill that had clung to you outside.

You close the door and at the other end of the walkway out of sight, Touya’s shoulder’s slump like a marionette whose strings have finally snapped.

He stares at the scarf in his scarred hands with an ache kindling in his chest. He loops it slowly around his neck and turns to continue off into the cold night, a little bit warmer than before.

#touya x reader #touya x you #dabi x reader #dabi x you #touya is too precious

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svfttachi · 8 months

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gratefulness // gojo s.

wc — 1.9k

type — gojo s. x fem!reader

tw — slight spoilers for jjk (really only for those who don't know about gojo & geto's friendship), mentions of suguru (;-;), emotional moments

✎ in a little gojo brainrot rn. season 2 really hurt so much, and i heard it only gets worse so... i'm just going to write instead to help myself and others who feel the same. i kinda love gojo so much again, especially when i was writing this. also, sorry for being so inactive sometimes, school started up again and it's already causing problems for me, mentally, but i hope you enjoy, nonetheless! <3

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SPARKLING, BLUE EYES HIDDEN BEHIND HIS SUNGLASSES PEER AT YOU FROM THE LIVING ROOM.

Piles of paper surround the white haired high school teacher who was sitting on the floor behind the wooden coffee table in your quaint home. Purple tinted sunglasses distorted the colors he was seeing, but he was still able to make out that you were wearing one of his hoodies along with your baggy, plaid pajama pants. Bright orangey rays light up the inside of the home, signaling an early morning.

Luckily, the weekend had started, so neither you nor your husband were in a rush to head to work, allowing you to partake in your comfortable morning routines. The sound of the coffee maker clicked rhythmically, and the scent of the freshly brewed beverage swirled in the air, captivating your husband from the other room. “Can you brew me a cup, too?” he called out, capturing your attention.

Looking up from your phone, you were finally able to notice how his eyes danced across your facial features. It wasn’t entirely unnatural to get some attention from your husband, but the sight of the enormous pile of paper sitting around him was enough to decipher that he was using this as an excuse to not work.

Setting your phone down on the counter beside you, you walked over to the living room with your arms crossed over your chest. One look down at the papers had the white haired, blue eyed man scratching the back of his head nervously. “If I make you a cup, then you have to finish your work. You’ve delayed this long enough, Satoru,” you responded, tilting your head to the side. Satoru sighed, letting his head hang low, “Fine… I’ll finish sorting these out.”

As a little form of reassurance and motivation, you walked closer to your husband and knelt down to his level. Your soft, pinkish lips pressed gently against his smooth cheek. When you pull away and stand up, you feel your hand being held by his own, not too tightly either. “I want more… wait, need not want,” Satoru mumbled, trying to intertwine your fingers together. “Hmm… maybe after you’re done, I’ll think about it,” you suggested, letting go of his hand.

You could hear him whine a soft no on your way back to the kitchen. Satoru slouched forward and began working a little bit after you left him here, “Three sugars, please, hun.” Shaking your head with a smile printed on your lips, you reached for the container that held the sugar cubes, “I know, ‘Toru. I still don’t see how you can drink it this sweet.”

“It’s an acquired taste, Y/N. You wouldn’t understand,” Satoru teases as he’s sorting the mounds of papers in front of him. A light giggle left your mouth as you prepared both of your cups of coffee, entirely different from one another.

As you headed towards Satoru with each cup of coffee in your hands, you overheard clattering sounds coming from upstairs. Next, two pairs of footsteps grew louder the closer they got to you, one sounding more rushed than the other. A head of pink hair appeared, and the boy performed an amazing flip to land on the floor right in front of the stairs. He threw his hands out into the air accompanying a big smile on his olive-toned face. Eventually, another boy joined him, still sluggish from the previous night’s restful slumber.

“Ha! I beat you down here, Fushiguro!” the pink haired boy shouted, pointing at his friend. Megumi scratched his head, trying to make sense of where the sudden competition arose from. “I wasn’t racing you,” he mumbled, “Good morning, Y/N… Gojo.”

Satoru was unfazed by the sudden increase in the volume of sounds within the house, but you… well it amused you, so you had to watch it unfold. A laugh came from you, and soon, you added, “Good morning, boys. Satoru’s working on some work, but your breakfast is on the table.”

The three of you split ways with the boys going towards the kitchen whilst you go towards the living room. Satoru looks up at the increase in your presence. You sat down next to Satoru, handing him his cup of coffee. “Thank you, babe,” Satoru whispered, taking a sip of the coffee, “Ah, just perfect.” Satoru placed his coffee cup on the table in front of him and went back to reorganizing the pile which has significantly shrunk in size.

Your eyes glanced up and toward the kitchen table where Megumi and Yuuji sat. Between the two of them, it was clear to tell their type of personality. One was actively telling stories using his hands to exaggerate bits and pieces of it while the other one passively listened as he ate his breakfast. It definitely reminded you of another particular duo from your teenage years with one half of it sitting beside you and the other half… long gone and hidden in the shadows.

Occasionally, you’d start to think about those good days when everything was about hanging out, going on missions, and goofing around. However, after the events that occurred shortly after that one mission, you rarely let your mind go back to that time. The thought of it was enough to bring tears to your eyes, and Satoru was quick to notice it.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, turning to fully face you with hands placed on your crossed legs. A slightly chuckle coughed out in the midst of your tears, and a sleeve came up to rub them away. Satoru’s usual sharp, piercing eyes had softened at your crying face. “It’s nothing. I… I just miss Suguru sometimes, and seeing Yuuji and Megumi reminds me of you and him,” you replied, shaking your head at the reason that seemed silly to you.

Satoru didn’t have to look at his student and the boy he took in to understand the connection. He saw it in those boys everyday he is with them, and only the mission and training that he assigns to them is enough to shield his mind from those rough memories of his best friend. His hand gently massaged your leg as a sign of comfort, and it slowly helped to ease the string of emotions you were experiencing.

“They are really good at doing that, aren’t they?” Satoru joked, flashing a smile at you. A sigh left your mouth when the tears stopped flowing freely, and your gaze met Satoru’s. “I just… wish we could have helped him back then. Maybe then, Suguru would be here helping you with your workload or telling the boys stories, too,” you said, staring at the remaining amount of coffee in your cup.

Satoru carefully sat behind you and wrapped his arms loosely around your neck and shoulders, resting his chin on your head. He took the coffee cup from your hand and set it next to his own cup, allowing you to comfortably relax with your back against his chest. Your head rested against Satoru’s neck, and your red-shot, tear filled eyes looked up at him.

“I think about that day all that time, too, and how Suguru could be here if I was just a little more attentive as to what was going on,” Satoru whispered, locking eyes with yours through the purple shades resting upon the bridge of his nose. He let his cheek rest against the side of your head, slightly tightening his hold on you as he continued, “But… I try not to think about the mistakes I made in the past, and rather to focus on what I can fix here in the present. Suguru will always be with us in our hearts, no matter what. I’ve learned that through all of the pain from his exit we should be more grateful for those we still have and the opportunities we are given everyday.”

You reached your hand up to softly hold his cheek as his eyes met yours once again. “Satoru, I’ll always be grateful for you because without you, I don’t know where I’d be in life,” you said, smiling at the love of your life. “Please, Y/N, I don’t know who I’d be without you. To be honest, Suguru always said that you’re too good for me, but my heart still clung onto you,” Satoru responded, placing a hand over your own hand.

Your hands fell from one another, but Satoru kept his arms around you from behind as laughter got closer to the living room. The both of you watched as Megumi and Yuuji entered the living room still going on about something that happened whilst they were in the town the other day. Satoru unhooked his arms from around you and got up, swiftly grabbing his empty coffee cup and your cup with the ice cold remnants that you weren’t going to finish. He walked up to the boys, ruffling Megumi’s hair playfully as he glared at the older man. “Get dressed you two. We’re going to Tokyo,” was all Satoru said as he walked past the boys to clean up the coffee cups.

Your eyes had widened ever so slightly at the sudden announcement, but your feelings about going outside weren't as heightened as a certain pink haired boy. Yuuji started shaking Megumi’s shoulders back and forth while simultaneously shouting Tokyo loudly into the air before disappearing up the stairs. Megumi tore his eyes off of the usually excited Yuuji to glance over at you, his mother figure. It didn’t take long for him to take a seat in front of you with his legs crossed and shoulders slightly slouched.

“You look like you have been crying,” Megumi stated in a low, worried tone. He took note of the puffiness surrounding your bottom eyelids along with the redness that overtook the whites of your eyes. A sigh left your mouth as a hand came to gently lay on his shoulder. “I’m okay, Megs. Don’t worry. Now, go get changed,” you replied. As much as you like being transparent about your feelings and emotions, it wasn’t worth ruining the little bits of Megumi that he was holding onto so dearly already. The poor child has been through enough without needing a reason as to why his personality and friendship with Yuuji brought tears to your eyes.

“Are you sure? You told me that I shouldn’t keep my thoughts to myself if they were bothering me, so… why are you?” Megumi asked, brows furrowing with confusion. A chuckle left your mouth because you were, indeed, contradicting yourself about what you taught Megumi way back when. “Just missing somebody… an old friend, is all. I’m grateful that Satoru found you that day, Megs. You have been one of the best things in not only my life but in Satoru’s life, too. So, that’s why I told you not to worry. I’ll always have a reason to smile with this little family of ours,” you said with a heartfelt smile, “Now, go get ready.”

Megumi took a second to really allow your words to settle into his mind before giving you a small nod. He got up as told and walked away to get ready for the day ahead of him. You stared at the stairway even after Megumi left you, leaving you oblivious to the man who teleported to sit next to you. Arms slung around your shoulder once more, bringing you close to your husband, but it didn’t faze you one bit since you were used to these antics.

“Let’s go get ready, too. Shall we?”

“We shall.”

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svfttachi · 8 months

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Itachi x reader where they watched the summer I turned pretty and Yn is team Conrad and Itachi would be but insecure after seeing Jeremiah and belly thinking yn and Sauske are very close. (I have send this request on other accounts but maybe they're busy or haven't seen it yet)of course no pressure

my requests are closed at the moment, and i have not watched this show. so i wouldn't have been able to write this correctly. sorry!

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svfttachi · 8 months

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Have you listened to Seven by Jungkook? How'd Itachi react if you had accidentally play the explicit ver

no, i haven't. i'm actually very behind in kpop news and such. the last thing i remember of bts was the map of the soul album, and i haven't even seen exo's newest stuff. don't even ask me about nct, i'm still upset about lucas's departure (he's my ult bias from nct) ;-;

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svfttachi · 8 months

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BUSY THINKING ABOUT SITTING ON THE BALCONY WITH NANAMI

your head laid comfortably on NANAMI's chest, the both of you sitting on the new loveseat you recently bought for your balcony. a blanket thrown over the lower halves of your bodies, the two of you simply enjoyed each others company, listening to leaves rustling in the wind and a few birds chirping their songs as the sun rose on the horizon. you were still sleepy, having woken up way earlier than you usually would, and yet there was no place either of you would rather be. there was nothing you enjoyed more than some quiet moments with your significant other before your hectic (and sometimes dangerous) days would begin. no matter what the day had in store for the both of you, being in each others arms made it worth it — and you would do it a hundred times over.

reblog for a calm evening with kento

#nanami x reader #nanami fluff #very very cute and fluffy #so fluffy #fluff fluff fluff

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svfttachi · 9 months

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#draken fanart #art #tokyo revengers draken #draken #ken ryuguji fanart #please this is too good #like the use of color?? hello!#makes him look suspicious and i like it

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svfttachi · 9 months

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Could I request Itachi and Sasuke with a s/o who isn’t Japanese in a modern au? Would they be open to the idea of one? Are they interested about the culture, language, food or history? How about the traditions and clothing and things like that? Would they share things about Japanese culture with them? Love your work :) 💜

wc — 597

type — uchiha i. x gn!reader, uchiha s. x gn!reader [ separate ]

tw — n/a

✎ i had a hard time writing up these headcanons, particularly with sasuke for some reason. don't get me wrong, it's an amazing request, but it took some time for me to come up with something. i hope you enjoy this regardless, and thank you for the request.

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❥ Uchiha Itachi is very open about learning your culture since he loves you so dearly.

❥ He uses your mini lessons as a way to spend quality time together, and he anticipates the next one after the previous one had just finished.

❥ It’s not just you teaching about your own culture, either.

❥ Every other day, you switch with Itachi, and he spends an ample amount of time diving into the deep history and origins of his Japanese culture (I headcanon that he’s a history lover).

❥ Everyday, the two of you also take turns in the kitchen, making your own cultural dishes for the other to try.

❥ Itachi definitely would enjoy eating all kinds of food that he wasn’t very used to, and he even compliments the dishes you make for him, making you feel a little special deep inside.

❥ Some days when you’re out in the town together, you’d point out some of the best cultural clothing stores you shop at, and this man doesn’t hesitate in grabbing your wrist to drag you to one of the shops.

❥ Honestly, I bet he’d be super picky about what to wear because Itachi would want to make sure he wears it properly and as displayed on the many mannequins in the store.

❥ You’d have to tell him that he looks rather dashing multiple times since he’s overthinking the entire ordeal.

❥ The language barrier isn’t very distracting or bothersome for either of you since you two have been learning each other’s language for quite some time before getting together to prepare for the future.

❥ In fact, you could say he’s quite proficient in your native language, but you’d still teach him all the little bits that foreigners don’t usually know about your language, such as slang and other unique phrases.

❥ All and all, Itachi goes into your relationship knowing he’d have to work hard to keep his and your own personal traditions alive throughout your time together.

❥ I feel like Uchiha Sasuke wouldn’t be as interested in understanding the differences between your cultures like Itachi, at first.

❥ It wasn’t until he saw you dressed in your beautiful cultural clothing that Sasuke grew an interest in learning, seeing as it differed drastically from what he was used to seeing.

❥ You’d find him looking up videos and pictures of the different cultural aspects that you grew up with including clothing, food, decorations, and traditions.

❥ One day, you would walk past your bedroom only to overhear Sasuke repeating different words from your native language along with a video playing on the laptop sitting in his lap.

❥ The curiosity from inside of you burst out of its shell when you went to ask him what he’s doing.

❥ With his usual, bored expression on his face, Sasuke would look up and be straight with his answer.

❥ He was learning how to speak your native language and make your favorite cultural foods.

❥ On a separate tab, you’d see a shop that you frequently bought your cultural clothing from which didn’t help the new smile coming to your face.

❥ Sasuke would share some small things about his culture with you, but he sees it as a way to get closer to your background since he didn’t have such a good childhood growing up.

❥ He takes it as far as bringing home food from restaurants that cooked your cultural foods or bags filled to the brim with multi styled clothes.

❥ Sasuke may not seem as interested in learning at the beginning, but if it means getting to grow closer to you, he’s willing to put in the effort.

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svfttachi · 9 months

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Would you be able to write a oneshot or some headcanons for Kuroko x reader where reader is always hugging him from behind and giving him butterfly kisses while he's just standing there straight face? The episode at the pool where Momoi is shaking him back and forth cracks me up. "he's got the looks and personality of old drywall" 😭

wc — 312

type — kuroko tetsuya x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ pls, these cute requests are too much, and i go overboard a little. but that's a good thing! actually, this specific request makes me miss actively watching knb. kinda want to rewatch it... anyway, hope you enjoy!

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❥ Kuroko Tetsuya’s known for holding a straight, nonchalant expression on his face.

❥ However, only a select few were allowed to see the emotion that is buried deep within his body, and you were one of those people.

❥ Your way of expressing your love for someone is through physical touch.

❥ But the first time you gave your partner, Kuroko, a hug, he froze up immediately.

❥ Before the two of you got together, the only person who’d give him hugs and affection was Momoi, but he saw it as a mere-friendly reaction.

❥ Yet, when you hugged him from either behind or the front, Kuroko wouldn’t understand what to do in that situation, particularly for the first month or so of your relationship.

❥ As time went by, Kuroko grew more comfortable with you, so his reaction is less dramatic than before whenever you give him your back hugs.

❥ Butterfly kisses landing on his cheek on the other hand… that took some time for him to adjust to.

❥ Again, Kuroko wasn’t really big on physical attention before getting together with you, so he, especially, wasn’t used to the sudden, warm feeling overloading his cheeks whenever your lips made contact with them.

❥ It took even longer for him to get used to your surprise kisses than it did for the hugs.

❥ Nonetheless, Kuroko’s back to his neutral appearance whenever you give him the slightest bit of physical attention, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t bubbling with happiness and warmth within.

❥ He may not know how to express it on his face or through his actions properly, but everyday, he tries his best for you.

❥ Occasionally, those small acts of love bring the tiniest hint of a smile to his lips along with a faint blush appearing on his cheeks.

❥ Kuroko Tetsuya may be a shadowy figure to others, but to you… he’s the light in your eyes.

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svfttachi · 9 months

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ask box open!

first off, thank you to everyone that's being patient with me as i have been on hiatus ever since the beginning of summer. i am slowly trying to bring myself back into my writings, and i'm excited to see what i come up with.

the main reason i'm posting is because i wanted to say that the ask box will be open from now on, but I AM NOT ACCEPTING REQUESTS FOR WRITINGS. this is strictly for q&a purposes, and i make a separate post for when requests are open.

that being said, any requests that are put into the box will be deleted immediately.

see you all soon~

#update #life update #blog update #requests closed #ask box open #ask me anything #ask me #ask #ask box

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svfttachi · 9 months

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Hello!! I recently just got into Kuroko no basket so I would like to put in a request😄. Can I get a Kise x stoic reader who is a new student at Kaijou. I hope I'm doing this right😅 but anyways I hope you have a nice day and thank you💜💜

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type — kise ryouta x gn!reader

tw — n/a

✎ this request was so cute like... i couldn't stop writing and went a little overboard. i hope you enjoy it, and i appreciate everybody's patience with me as i deal with life and personal things behind the scenes.

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𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦 𝗡𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗥 𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗥𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗙𝗔𝗖𝗘.

Small things that should generate some kind of response or emotion never came upon your own face. With a rough childhood full of distrust, absentee parents, and inability to form lasting and meaningful relationships, you naturally grew unfazed to whatever may come onto your path. In fact, you tread through life without the need to socialize with others or care enough to express your inner feelings. It just wasn’t important to go through things that only brought hardship onto yourself.

However, you never expected to have your whole perspective on life to be changed in one day at your new school.

Walking into the building was much like any other normal day for you except that you were immediately greeted by plenty of students, all of whom were upperclassmen happily celebrating the arrival of the fresh batch of underclassmen. You were bombarded by many smiling faces, colorful gifts, and even a couple of friendly hugs from the other students, yet none of that could change the bored expression on your face.

With your class schedule and locker assignment printed on the paper in your hand, you haphazardly made your way towards the hallway where your locker was supposed to be. However, upon arriving in the hallway, you found a couple of students in a group standing right where your locker should be. A composed manner in your step brought you closer to the group, and you signaled the one closest to you by poking his shoulder with your finger.

In an instant, the student turned around, forcing his yellowish-blonde hair to swish along with his turning head. His caramel, brown eyes were on full display along with a typical, smiley face.

Just as his mouth opened to ask a question, you started first, speaking in an annoyed tone, “You and your buddies are standing in front of my locker.”

The boy’s face immediately twisted into a confused expression, and his head turned to look over at his friends who all had a similar expression pressed on their faces.

“Well? Are you going to move, or not?” your patience growing thin within you as your eyebrows furrowed. The boy scratched the back of his head and nodded, speaking a little off guard, “Uh… yeah, sure. Let’s go someplace else guys.”

Your eyes watched everyone within the group make the space in front of your locker available, allowing you to walk up to it. Unbeknownst to you, pondering, caramel eyes captured your figure as you were shoving the copious amounts of enormous gifts into the small space of your locker.

Whispers inched towards the blonde haired boy’s ears, specifically about the strange way you didn’t go all insane when seeing their friend’s face like all the other students do. When it came to the attention he got in school, Kise Ryouta would fully indulge himself into it, going from taking pictures to signing his modeling magazines. There was never a time where he wasn’t the center of attention anywhere, yet today, the lack of attention from a student he’s never seen was enough to peak his curiosity.

“Kise, you coming?” one of his friends called out from down the hall. Pushing the thought to the back of his mind, Kise turned to nod in response, “Yeah, coming.”

He jogged a little to reach his friends and was quickly sucked into whatever the topic of the conversation was, all while reminiscing the brief moment between the two of you.

.・゜゜・

Apart from the dread that comes with school and doing work for you, the weather outside was perfect for a lovely lunch break spent outdoors. As soon as the bell signaling the beginning of the lunch period sounded, you rushed out of the hallway and towards the open, green area that rested along the side of the school where the gymnasiums were located. You found an unoccupied bench directly in front of one of the gymnasium doors and underneath the cover of the paved walkway towards it, and you sat down, crossing your leg over the other.

You pulled out your lunch from within your bag and immediately started to soothe the ache in your stomach from the amount of angry growling it has sounded throughout the day. The first bite into your self-made lunch was the most relaxing bite of food in a while, and you were glad that the weather also complied with this idea if yours.

Indulging in your food made you unaware of the side doors from where you came opening and closing, allowing a lonesome boy to come out. Kise ran a hand through his hair as he glanced out at the clearing where many people were sitting and enjoying their lunch. That’s when his caramel, brown eyes landed upon your figure. It wasn’t entirely clear that you were enjoying your food, but from the sight of your head bobbing up and down as if you were jamming to a song, Kise knew that you must be having something delicious for lunch.

The interaction that the two of you shared this morning made its way back into Kise’s mind. Your laid back, stoic expression was intriguing him by the minute, and it didn’t stop him from beginning to walk over to where you were seated.

At the sound of light footsteps, you glanced up from your lunch, allowing your eyes to land upon Kise’s form heading close to you.

“This bench is occupied,” you stated, stuffing another piece of your food in your mouth. The eye contact between the two of you was so strong that Kise felt a shiver run down his spine. Kise began to scratch the back of his head as the nerves were getting to him. “I–I can see that. Must be some good food you got there,” Kise responded.

As much as you were plain in facial expressions, you weren’t a heartless person. Without a doubt in your mind, you held your container up to Kise, forcing his eyes to crisscross due to how close it was to him. “You can try it if you’d like. I made it myself,” you offered.

“Are you sure?” Kise asked cautiously. It was as if he lost the ability to talk to people with how different you were acting towards him. “It’s up to you. I don’t mind it,” you said, still holding the container out in front of him.

Kise nodded and grabbed one of the rice balls inside. You lowered the container back down and grabbed a cracker from the container, but your eyes never left Kise as he tasted the rice ball you made from scratch. He covered his mouth with his hand as he chewed, a trick he learned to avoid unappealing paparazzi pictures. You watched his caramel eyes widen and look inside the rice ball to catch a glimpse of the filling.

“Wow, this is one of the best rice balls I’ve ever had,” Kise exclaimed, continuing to mutter wow as he ate.

For the first time in a long time, your chest ached a new, but pleasant, kind of ache as your heart fluttered. A fiery blush rose in color within your cheeks, and your face changed ever so slightly to adjust to the newfound emotion bubbling within you. It felt different to have some attention geared towards you, let alone a silly, little compliment about the deliciousness of your homemade food.

“I was tempted to say that this could be beat by this one place I go with my friends, but no, this one takes the cake,” Kise continued. To be honest, whatever he had said after the compliment he gave you went through one ear and out the other, but it still made you give the boy the lightest of smiles, one that no one has the right to see. “By the way, I never caught your name. I bet it’s as beautiful as this rice ball,” Kise said, lifting the food in his hand a little higher.

“I–It’s L/N Y/N,” you stuttered. Yes… stuttered because for some reason, the first boy you ever met at this new school was doing things to you that would have not cracked you one bit.

Your eyes caught a pretty smile from the blonde boy before he added, “I knew it was a pretty name. Kise Ryouta.”

Kise stuck his hand out in front of you, and it took a second for you to realize it’s there before you shook it.

“Do you mind if I take a seat next to you?” he asked after your hand left the softness of his. “Um… go ahead,” you mumbled, trying to recompose yourself after momentarily turning into a completely different person.

Kise shrugged his backpack off of his shoulders and dropped it onto the ground next to yours before taking a seat beside you. He happily sat there munching on his rice ball, yet it still made you feel warmer on the inside than when you first arrived at school.

“You know… my friend would absolutely love having these rice balls. He’s a big foodie like I’m talking about the fact that he snacks every second of every day,” Kise mentioned, looking over at you with a bright look on his face. Slowly, the light smile from before reappeared on your face as you spoke up, “Oh really? I’m a pretty big foodie myself, and nobody I know can beat me in those eating competitions.”

Kise held a hand up and furrowed his brows jokingly, “Please. My friend could beat you in an eating competition any day!”

You shook your head and continued to eat the remnants of your food left in the container. “We’ll have to see about that,” you mumbled.

Soon, the bell for the next class period rang, prompting you to pack up your lunch box into your backpack. As you stood up from your spot on the bench, Kise grabbed hold of both of your backpacks as you straightened your uniform. Kise held your backpack in front of you, and it felt so natural to take it from him yet the blush decided to peek in once again.

“It was nice meeting you, Kise. Thank you for sitting with me for lunch,” you said, waving at the boy before turning around to walk away.

Kise couldn’t contain the smile that was showing on his face. Not once did you ask about his professional life as a model, and it was like you genuinely didn’t know a single thing about him. If you were intriguing him before, he was definitely lovestruck now, especially since you make such delicious food.

Just as you were about to head into the main building for class, Kise quickly realized something small but meaningful if he wanted to keep this connection with you. He brought his backpack in front of him to dig through it in the hopes he’d find a paper and pen. With only a pen in his hand, Kise ran towards the door, shoving many people out of the way but not without muttering little apologies.

“Y/N-cchi!” Kise shouted from the doorway. His eyes locked onto your figure that was turning around at the mention of the strange pronunciation of your name.

Your own eyes watched Kise practically fall a couple of times as he was coming up to you. Once he arrived, he was barely out of breath, holding out the pen in his hand.

“Do you have a piece of paper I can borrow?” Kise questioned. You found it strange how he looked slightly disheveled over asking you for paper which of course you didn’t have.

“No, sorr– Wait, Kise!”

Kise wasted no time in yanking your hand towards himself. He clicked the pen in his hand and began to write in the palm of your hand, making you question his actions. With the masterpiece of sloppy handwriting stamped in the palm of your hand, Kise clicked the pen once more and curled your fingers over what he wrote.

“See you later, Y/N-cchi!”

With that, he left you confused in the middle of the hallway, and all you saw was his blonde hair leaving around a corner. You looked down at your wrist and uncurled your fingers to find a phone number along with a message.

rice balls for tomorrow, too pls?

And just like that, a light chuckle came out of your mouth as a result of the many happy thoughts circling your mind… all thanks to the smile on the blonde haired boy’s face.

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svfttachi · 11 months

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update

thank you to everyone who has requested a piece so far. i am so sorry that it is taking some time to complete them, but i am currently struggling both physically and mentally at the moment. i will try my best to put the writings in a timely manner, so i appreciate the patience! <3

#update #wip update #requests #mentally tired #mentally exhausted

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svfttachi · 11 months

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requests open!

✰ i have decided to open up my requests since i'm feeling good with doing so.

✰ for those of you that have either commented or submitted a post to me by other means and not through the ask box, please use the ask box to submit a request. this is to ensure i see all of the requests in one spot.

✰ i will only keep it open for a limited amount of time so i do not know overwhelm my inbox with requests.

✰ please refer to the requesting rules for details on how to request and what can or cannot be included in it.

✰ also, as of now, i am writing for Haikyuu!!, Jujutsu Kaisen, Naruto, and Kuroko no Basket. feel free to ask for ANY character within these franchises to have me write about. i am not limited to just Itachi, by the way, and honestly, i would love to do more characters apart from him.

✰ thank you for being patient, and i hope to see some amazing requests very soon!

#requests open #requests open now #update #requests #anime #fanfic #fanfiction #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen #naruto x reader #naruto #naruto shippuden #kuroko no basket x reader #kuroko no basket #kuroko's basketball #asks open

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svfttachi · 11 months

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when they come across a cat - hq boys

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type ━ k. tetsurou x gn!reader, b. koutarou x gn!reader, k. kenma x gn!reader, o. tooru x gn!reader (separate)

tw ━ n/a

✎ i love my cat, and when i was watching him look out the window, i came up with this set of scenarios for our haikyuu boys. dw, i am still working on finishing the rest of the requests so i can open the ask box again. lmk if you want to see more though, and i hope you enjoy!

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➽ KUROO easily attracts cats anytime he walks or goes for jogs around the neighborhood. As a result, he carries treats in his pocket to feed the hungry felines. However, when he reached the front door of your shared home, Kuroo noticed a small, black kitten with bright, yellow eyes walking up to the porch ahead of him.

He couldn’t resist, so he picked up the cat and entered the house. When you looked up from the TV in your living room, you spotted your partner carefully walking up to you, and instantly, your eyes widened. Needless to say, the two of you kept the cat that oddly looked similar to a certain rooster-haired former middle blocker.

➽ BOKUTO would be the quietest he has ever been as he’s entering your shared home. You’re usually cooking dinner in the kitchen for when Bokuto comes back from his volleyball practice and are used to the boisterous sound of your partner entering the house.

However, when you heard the front door open and close with not even a single shout towards you, you turned curiously in that direction. Bokuto quietly greeted you as he entered the kitchen, carefully holding onto a tiny, tabby kitten. When you questioned your partner about the origins of the kitten, he told the story about how he found the kitten cuddling with his fresh, warm clothes in his gym bag. You looked down at the cat, and the multi-colored haired kitten stared at you with big, round, blue eyes. Just as you were about to make your decision, you looked up to find a matching set of eyes peering over at you. It’s very hard to say no to two pairs of cutesy eyes.

➽ KENMA was streaming when he spotted a feline from the corner of his brownish eyes. His window was open to allow some of the cold, night air in as he was streaming since it was hot in his office. Kenma had never expected to see a cat try to squeeze itself through the small opening between the window and the windowsill. He had to ask chat whether he should bring the cat inside, and a string of positive replies rolled down one of his monitors.

So, he proceeded to take his headset off and bring the cat inside of the office, showcasing it to the camera that was set up above his monitor. And, just like that, Kenma continued playing his game on stream with the kitten now comfortably sleeping in his lap. When his stream was over and you had come into his office, you were shocked to see a new member in the room. There were no words exchanged between you nor Kenma about the mutual agreement to keep the cat.

➽ OIKAWA had just escaped from the paparazzi and his screaming fans after he had won another game. It was a tradition for him to go to some restaurant near the arena he just played in to get some takeout for you and him to have dinner at home with. When he was coming out from the restaurant with the bagged food in his hand, Oikawa heard something messing around with objects in the alleyway next to the restaurant.

Curious, he walked into the alleyway, and immediately, his eyes landed on a tiny, tuxedo patterned kitten nibbling on a piece of raw, skinless fish. Oikawa carefully approached the little guy and began to untie the bag to feed him little pieces of the food he had ordered. The kitten would not stop rubbing against Oikawa’s feet and legs, so like many people, his hand reached down to pick up the cat. Needless to say, the conversation he had with you upon arriving home with a kitten was an interesting one, and thankfully, you were on board with keeping him.

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