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karasimpno · 1 year

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haikyuu men reacting to you getting followed on your way home

I had something pretty scary happen to me last night, so what better than fictional volleyball men to seek comfort in! (lmao this was actually a year and a half ago, it’s literally been sitting in my drafts that long. happy 1.5k, friends!)

featuring: iwaizumi, bokuto, daichi, sakusa

contains: mention of being followed, fear, comfort, gn!reader

Iwaizumi starts when you slam the door behind you and fall back against it, letting out a heavy exhale. He looks up from where he’s slicing vegetables for dinner with a concerned expression. “Babe?” he asks, concern lacing his voice, not used to you waiting by the door before kissing him hello. He sets down the knife and walks over to you calmly. “Are you okay?”

The lump that forms in your throat threatens to break as you purse your lips together to keep from crying. “No,” you barely manage to whisper, and before the syllable is even off your lips, one of Hajime’s strong hands is on your waist, pulling you closer. His other hand gently but firmly cups your cheek, drawing your gaze to his, all fiery intensity at seeing his love hurt like this. “What happened?” he whispers.

It comes out in a jumbled, rushed mess - “there was this guy - he was following me, I - whenever I would speed up or - he would walk faster. And I tried to get away, but he crossed the street too and - ” you don’t realize it, but you’re trembling, heart racing again at the memory. It ignites something in your boyfriend.

“I’ll fucking kill him,” Hajime growls, and you don’t doubt him for a second. Your resolve crumples at that very moment, and you fall forward into his sturdy chest, his safe, strong arms instantly wrapping around you. “I was just so scared,” you whisper, and Hajime’s thoughts turn to nothing but you, holding you tight and reassuring you: you’re safe.

You don’t actually realize how scared you were until you see the look on Bokuto’s face when you walk in the door.

Big, warm, owlish eyes find yours and something inside your chest heaves, sending a shudder through your body. Your boyfriend is already whipping around the kitchen table before you reach can an arm out to steady yourself on the wall. Usually so strong and buoyant, Bokuto almost startles you with his softness as he pulls you into his embrace. Big, strong arms wrap around you and you allow yourself to collapse into the safety they provide.

“Baby...” he whispers against your forehead from where you’re nestled into his neck. A hand snakes up to tangle in your hair and press you closer against him. His fingers are strong, tense, and you can practically read his thoughts - if only I’d been there...

Bokuto bends down and scoops your legs up, which you eagerly wrap around his waist as you bury your face farther into his neck. He smells like sunscreen and cologne and you could almost cry at how comforting that exact scent is. Supporting you with one hand and using the other to rub comforting patterns up and down your back, he gently carries you back to your shared bedroom, where he holds you for the rest of the evening and lets you know - you’re safe, you’re safe.

“Oh my love,” Daichi murmurs, pulling you into his embrace on the couch. His thumb had been gently rubbing over your knuckles as you calmed yourself down enough to tell him what had happened on your way home, but now he can’t keep himself from holding you close. If he had lost you...

“It’s okay, I’m okay,” you say firmly. You’re not sure whether you’re reassuring him or yourself, but feeling his strong arms around you is a hell of a lot better than trying to regulate your own heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he whispers. “I wish I could’ve...” but he trails off. He knows right now is not about him.

Instead, he pulls you fully into his lap and tucks your head under his chin, running reassuring fingertips up and down your arm. You feel safe, like he’ll never let you go. You feel your elevated heart rate receding, and you relax into his embrace, feeling better already. He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and the two of you sit in silence like that for a long time.

At one point, after it feels like you two are essentially part of the couch, Daichi puts his hand on your head, his fingers gently scratching your scalp as a low humming begins to resonate from his chest. You always used to catch him singing under his breath when he cooked for you, and the vibrations from his sternum lull you into an even deeper sense of peace now. You forget your worries and for a moment the world is just you and him.

“Come here.”

The words are the first thing you hear when you finally make it back into the safety of your home. If you didn’t know the man any better, you would be sure the words were angry, even aggressive. But no, Sakusa’s voice was just urgent. You exhale shakily, feeling numb, and slip into Sakusa’s quickly-approaching arms.

You had texted him what had happened after hiding in a late-night grocery store to call a ride home instead of walking. Sakusa had demanded to come pick you up but you had insisted on just calling a car instead, because you wanted to be home as soon as possible. Now that you were here, locked in his warm embrace, you just wanted to lay down, the fearful adrenaline leaving your body in a rush.

“Can we just...” you slip out of his arms and barely have the strength to lead him to your shared bedroom and flop onto the mattress, feeling his weight dip onto the comforter alongside you. Intertwining your legs, he takes your face in his hands and rests his forehead against yours, knowing you need peace and comfort right now. His thumb brushes gently across your temples.

“Breathe,” he whispers, and you do, your chest rising and falling in time with his. “I’m right here,” he says, pulling you closer. “I’m not going anywhere, you’re safe, right here.” You don’t even notice the tears forming until they’re dripping onto his shirt, but he just holds you even tighter and grounds you with his touch.

#iwaizumi x reader #bokuto x reader #sakusa x reader #daichi x reader #sakusa fluff #iwaizumi fluff #daichi fluff #iwaizumi x gn!reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto x gn!reader #sakusa x gn!reader #daichi x gn!reader #iwaizumi hajime #bokuto koutaro #sakusa kiyoomi #sawamura daichi #elle writes

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periwnklblu · 1 year

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baby steps

in which their toddlers fall and they're definitely, totally not helicopter parents

featuring: Bokuto, Atsumu and Iwaizumi

contains: gn! reader, fluff

authors note: slowly attempting to get back into writing. feedback is much appreciated <3

p.s inbox is open for now!

bokuto:

Bokuto held his breath as he watched stubby little legs take shaky step after shaky step. He knows that it's important to not be a helicopter parent and to let his little toddler walk independently more, even if it meant she stumbled here and there. It's a part of growing up.

Yet he can't tear his golden eyes away as she stomps from the living room and toward your figure in the kitchen. Bokuto watched as his little owl gained confidence in her steps, the pitter patter of her sock clad feet becoming quicker. He couldn't help himself, and in the five seconds he tore his gaze away to look for his phone, he heard an oomp, followed by soft whimpers. Before you could even turn around and process what happened, Bokuto was quick to the rescue and cradling the small toddler so delicately in his big, sturdy arms. “Shh baby girl, it's okay. Daddys got ya, it'll be okay” he whispered as he wiped away her tears

atsumu:

It was Atsumu's turn to stay in with his son as you had plans with your friends. “It’ll be a piece of cake”, he claimed earlier, dismissing the last minute advice you had for him. Atsumu even went as far as betting that when you came home, your son would be in bed with no new cuts or bruises from playing around. You were skeptical, knowing how much energy your son and husband had, nevertheless alone together. So you agreed to his little bet, sealing the deal with a kiss to his lips and a smirk on your face. You were looking forward to the free time you’d have when Atsumu lost and had to do the laundry for the week.

And he was feeling confident. That is, up until his son got bored with his usual toys and decided running around was the next best thing. Atsumu thought none of it, despite the unsteady steps and the close calls with the wall. It wasn’t until he heard a thump that he turned towards the sofa armrest and found a fallen toddler with watering eyes.

“You’re okay buddy” he cooed as he softly approached the little boy and began rubbing the red spot on his son’s forehead. “This is gonna leave a bruise” he murmured to himself, "but you'll be okay. yer papa's got ya". So much for the bet.

iwaizuimi

“Haji, quick! She’s walking!” was all Iwaizumi needed to hear before sprinting his way to where you sat in the middle of the living room. Your arms outstretched as your daughter takes one wobbly step, followed by another. Haijme couldn’t believe how fast she was growing up, but really he couldn't believe how much more love he could feel when he thought his heart had reached capacity. Just as she was approaching your arms, her legs gave out. Before she could even touch the ground, and even register that she had fallen, Hajime had already swooped in and hoisted her up into his arms. “You did great, baby girl, I'm so proud”.

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romiyaro · 2 years

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ꜱɪʟʟʏ ʜᴜꜱʙᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴄᴇɴᴀʀɪᴏꜱ (ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ ᴋᴏᴜᴛᴀʀᴏ)

atsumu | oikawa | iwaizumi | osamu

You laugh wildly, hands shakily holding onto the camera recording the scene before you.

Bokuto pouts at you from the gate he's stuck at. "Oi! Help me out!" He whines, wiggling his ass which is stuck between the two rails of the gate. It was your idea to go hitchhiking for the break. And here you and your husband were, donned with backpacks on your backs exploring the picturesque hill station Atsumu suggested.

The fresh, windy air has a distinctive chill due to the high altitude and it's the early hours just past sunrise. The beautiful sunrise that you witnessed with Bokuto after waking up at inhumane hours.

When you were coming back to the resort Bokuto suggested climbing the tall gate made up of seven iron rails. You could just have opened the gate and entered like a normal patron of the resort,

But no. What's the fun in that? he had asked.

Bokuto had spoken. With the thrill of an adventure coursing through his veins, Bokuto refused to follow the normal protocol. He was coming up with strategies to get you both across the gate safely. But all his babbling was shut up when you simply slipped between the gate rails, body turned sideways for smoother advance.

"Ooooh! You're a genius, babe!" He had exclaimed, following your example.

And before you could tell him his ass might not fit he was already halfway in. He grunted and somehow pushed one asscheek in. But then the iron rail sunk into his buttcrack and decided it felt very at home there.

As much as Bokuto tried, he couldn't push his other buttcheek through the gate.

His face flamed a bright tomato red at the embarrassing situation and you had taken the chance to flip out the camera and record him. This had to be the highlight of your entire vacation. The story that would be told during meet-ups with friends and relatives for centuries to come with proof. Damn you were wondering if you should get a printed picture of him like this and put it in your wedding album.

"BABEEE!" Bokuto whisper-yells, seeing someone approaching from downhill. "Someone's coming! Quick! Help me!"

"Okay, okay!" Bokuto pouts as he enviously watches you crossing back to the other side from the gap between two other rails. You poke at his jiggly butt, giggling when Bokuto whispers a shrill 'Hey!'

And then you push at his buttcheek, pressing it in so it molds to be the same level as his buttcrack, and push him off. Bokuto is sent tumbling over the other side, ass finally free from the clutches of the evil gate.

"Come on! Come on!" You compel him to get up on his feet as you spot the resort guard running towards you. And that's how you and Bokuto end up a panting and sweaty mess in your room, both of your faces flushed and adrenaline running high.

#bokuto x reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto koutaro x reader #bokuto fluff #bokuto koutaro #haikuu fluff #haikyuu imagines #[ silly husband scenarios ]

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bokutizer · 1 year

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➵ BOKUTO KOUTAROU

summary : From fated bike accident to shaving in your shared bathroom. tags : domestic fluff, mention of blood (nothing dramatic, I promise!) a/n : this has been a fic that I once wanted to post but my idiotic ass accidentally deleted it months ago, and I really did not have the enegry to rewrite it until now. also. Bokuto's skin is as soft as a baby's bottom.

Everyone has scars that ornament their skin; small ones, big ones, some of them are nastier than others, some of them might carry dark memories with them while others hide unknown stories behind themselves. Bokuto is not an exception.

The light stretchmarks along his inner thighs and the outer edge of his chest, the small light line on his thumb that's still healing and fading after he had accidentally cut himself while pealing potatoes last week. Don't get me even started on his knees, littered with multiple teeny tiny scars. The latter ones being small childhood keepsakes, every single of them a consequence of his naive curiosity and numerous escapades.

However, there is this one scar that's so small, barely noticeable yet it carries so much importance to the athlete. It's right underneath his chin, barely an inch long, but every time he looks in the mirror, especially when he shaves, he can't help but smile at the sight of the little token of remembrance.

"Shit, shit, shit! Coach Takeyuki's going to kill us." Bokuto breathlessly groaned, his hair being pushed back by the wind as he tried to pedal as fast as possible without hitting any obstacles (people. to be exact).

"Bokuto-san, you are going to kill us." Akaashi corrected, tightening his grip on the rear seat on which he was sitting on, rethinking all his recent life decisions that had led him to this exact situation; praying that his senpai would slow down at least a tiny bit on the next turn.

Thanks to Bokuto's suddenly not-functioning alarm, and sisters who had taken over the bathroom, the second year had gotten out of his house at least twenty minutes later than usual. And of course, Akaashi, being the ever so loyal and reliable kohai, had been waiting the entire time for his friend.

So when the two of them had realized that they'd be way too late for their volleyball practice, Bokuto had the amazing idea to simply take his bike.

And so here the they were, one driving like a mad man while the other one prayed they would not get in trouble. But you know how they say; if it’s meant to be it will be. And in this case, not even prayers were able to stop what was about to happen.

The sound of an all too sweet laugh suddenly caught Bokuto’s attention, followed by a shock of (h/c) hair until he dashed past you, eyes meeting for merely few seconds. Though, it was definitely more than enough for him to tell that you were pretty, gorgeous even. Your hair looked so soft and silky, eyes so beautiful he swore if they’d be the only thing he could stare at, he'd do it.

Your expression was also cute. The way your forehead wrinkled slightly with your furrowed eyebrows before your eyes shut open… oh, were you shouting something? Were you shouting at him? Shit, did he already mess up?! -

"Watch out!"

And when your voice finally pulled him out of his day dream, Bokuto realized that Akaashi was also being quite loud, which was not an all too usual occurrence. As he finally focused his gaze on the road ahead of him, he realized that, in fact, there was no road anymore. It was long gone and replaced by the all too well known walls that surrounded Fukurodani High.

In a matter of seconds, they crashed against the grey brick-wall, the bike and both its passengers flying to the ground. Akaashi groaned as he slowly got up while rubbing his aching rear, his white training jacket stained with mud and dirt.

Bokuto, on the other hand, had accepted the possibility that he had probably died because the way you crouched in front of him, holding a napkin against his bleeding chin, it could only mean that his soul had arisen to paradise and that you were an angel. That could be the only possible explanation, right?

"Are you okay? Feeling nauseous or dizzy?" you asked worriedly, the cloth in your hand slowly but surely getting soaked with his blood. "We should get him to the infirmary." It was only then that you realized that the raven haired boy who had also been involved in this accident, was your classmate.

"Akaashi-kun! Did you get hurt?"

After he had reassured you that he was fine besides the few scratches, you helped Akaashi heave his friend up (who was anything but lightweight).

Bokuto remembers your gentle eyes, and the worried glimmer in them as if it were yesterday. How your expression turned into one of confusion when he asked you if you'd like to swing by during their volleyball practice as soon as the school nurse had patched him up.

"G'morning." you yawn as you step inside the bathroom, tiredly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, and interrupting your boyfriend's little nostalgic moment. "Morning, pretty. Did ya sleep well?"

You hum contently at the short peck against your cheek, and somehow it's only then that you notice Bokuto's black little toilet bag sitting on the countertop, his razor and shaving cream ready to be used. The sleep instantly leaves your body as you gasp enthusiastically and perch yourself on the countertop, Bokuto eyeing you with the same warmth in his gaze. Watching you grab the cream and ushering him to get closer with the same eagerness of a seven year old who's about to do her favorite doll's hair.

"Alright, alright!" his shoulders shake as he chuckles at your antics. You tug at his arms until he's settled between your legs, his hands finding purchase on your thighs, thumbs tenderly rubbing shapes along your skin while you start applying the white foamy substance along his jaws. A squeak sounds through the tiled room once he gives your thighs a tickling squeeze, your whiney and drawn out "Kou!" only spreading his grin further.

"You have to admit, 'm pretty good at this." you speak pridefully, gliding the razor along his skin with gentle and careful strokes with one hand while the other's nestled beneath his chin, guiding his head the way you want it.

"I don't think there's anything you're not good at." Bokuto claims, his smug and still with shaving cream stained face getting too close to your own for your liking. "Beside parallel parking maybe."

"Really funny. Baby, wait. No! You still have some-"

Yet in a blink of an eye, his hand is resting on your nape, his lips doing their work an planting pecks all over your cheeks as well as bits of the shaving cream. You've accepted fate, enduring his sweet yet messy kisses, and your brows scrunching in disgust at the bitter taste of chemicals when the last kiss lands on your lips.

"Happy now?" you chide falsely annoyed, yanking the towel from the towel rail, and wiping your face. "You could've waited until I was done!"

"Nope." Bokuto shakes his head lightly, the self-sufficient grin on his face seeming not wanting to leave for today, as he rests his forehead against yours. You're about to shove him off you. That's until you hear him say, "You know I can't wait when it comes to you."

#bokuto koutarou #koutarou bokuto #hq bokuto #haikyuu bokuto #haikyū!! bokuto #bokuto fluff #bokuto drabble #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto x you #bokuto scenarios #bokuto koutaro fluff #bokuto koutarou x reader #bokuto koutaro x y/n #bokuto x y/n

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natashawritesstuff · 1 year

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kinda a continuation of closing chapter but not needed

Bokuto Kōtarō, the great ace of the Japan Olympic team is your first love, your first kiss, and also your ex-husband. After knowing him your whole life you got married when you were nineteen, and after fighting once you came back from the honeymoon, divorced at twenty-two. You both moved out of your shared apartment and now, at twenty-six respectively, you haven't seen him since.

That is, in person least. You still follow each other on Instagram, he still likes all of your posts, and you’ll watch the highlights from his games. But you don’t talk. And you spend most of the time missing when you do. You wouldn't dare to ask if he felt the same you learned your lesson with him about asking questions you didn't want to know. It’s how he went from husband to ex.

On the night of the Olympic games, you gather with all of your friends to watch the men's volleyball match. You sit next to Kaori, the former manager of Fukurodani and your lifelong best friend.

She wraps a blanket around you and you hum in contentment.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

You all watch the game together and Japan is doing well, because of course they are, just one look at the lineup, one look at Bokuto, and you know a win is guaranteed.

Halfway into the fourth set, however, you begin to grow restless, changing your position every other spike.

“Y/N, I love you, but take a lap before you elbow me in the eye,” Kaori begs and you nod.

She meant to take a lap around the building, but instead, you go for a drive, a long one. So long that you not only miss the rest of the game, you end up somewhere you don’t recognize. At least, somewhere you haven’t recognized in a while.

“Do you like it?” Bokuto asked with eager eyes.

“It’s a playground,” you answered. “And it’s snowing, and I’m cold.”

“It’s our playground, remember? The one we came to on the night of graduation?”

“You remembered?”

“Of course I did. If we’re together, I remember everything.”

“Baby?”

“Yeah?” he asked.

“I’m still co-”

He interrupted you with a kiss and you smiled against his lips.

“I can keep you warm,” he promised.

“I love you.”

The memory still haunts you, apparently to the point it controls you because at twenty-six you find yourself at that same stupid playground. And by miracle-

“Hey.”

He found you too.

You turn, to see Bokuto in his uniform with his team jacket haphazardly thrown on.

“Hi?” you say, the surprise in your voice clear as day.

“You’re here.”

“You are too.”

“Yeah….I guess I am.”

Bokuto hops up onto the playscape next to you and momentarily you feel anxious with him so close but quickly, his presence eases you just like it always used to.

“Why?” you wonder.

He shakes his head. “I don’t know.”

You sit in silence for a couple of minutes and look over at his shaking hands, the left one still adoring the tattoo of a band and your initials on his ring finger. Faded, but still there.

“I watched you tonight,” you confess.

“I was hoping you did.”

You smile and hesitantly, lean your head into the crook of his shoulder.

“I missed you,” he admits.

“Yeah, I was hoping you did.”

You don’t regret divorcing Bokuto, you just regret marrying him, so young at least. The problems with your relationship never began until the weight of the rings started to weigh you each, and you couldn’t take how heavy everything became. Even after you separated, the pressure didn’t lift, if anything it got worse. But now, you have never felt lighter and for the first time in a while, you feel like you can breathe again.

“Why did you come here, really?” your curiosity takes over and you lift your head off his shoulder to make eye contact as he answers.

“It just felt like you called.” Bokuto Kōtarō is the man the world knows as the great ace. You know him as your ex-husband, your first kiss, your first love. The only person you’ve ever loved and ever plan to. The man who’ll always come when you call, even when you don't. Even when it means missing the celebration party with his team after one of the biggest wins of his life. Bokuto, if you’re there, will always come. And you’ll meet in the middle at your spot, somewhere only you know.

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scaranoiia · 2 years

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SMOKED.

pairing: bokuto koutarou x gn!reader

genre: light angst

word count: 1,678

cw/tw: reader has anxiety + talks about getting medicine, swearing, cigarette smoking, established relationship, concerned kou, petnames are used

"I'll help you get through this, okay?" — sometimes the outlet you think is helping you, ends up making everything worse.

You took a drag from your lit cigarette while leaning over the balcony of your shared apartment. You had left the doors cracked open to inside because Koutarou was up watching his shows, as usual, so you weren't worried about him finding you here smoking. Especially since it was getting close to one in the morning.

You took a couple more drags while admiring the nighttime, city view. It was beautiful, yet so hectic like something out of your nightmares. You brushed those anxious thoughts away with another puff of the toxins. You held the smoke in for a bit longer and finally released it once you felt your body start to calm down.

"Baby?" you hear Koutarou say from behind you, his voice was soft and confusion was laced in his tone, "what are you doing?"

Your body was frozen and you were sure he could tell. You let out a cough with your lips pursed and turn around while hiding the cigarette behind your back.

You raise your eyebrows at him and hum while looking into his eyes, "what's up, Kou? I thought you were watching your show?"

"I was, but you were taking a bit longer in the bathroom than usual so I wanted to make sure you were okay…" His eyes flicker to your hidden arms and then he looks back into your eyes, "why are you out here?"

He was avoiding the real question he wanted to ask. You could tell. You knew he saw the smoke, he had to have seen it. He had spoken right after you had released it from your lungs.

"I just wanted some fresh air. It gets a bit stuffy inside sometimes," you tell him. He nods and looks around the balcony, his eyes searching for more clues, and they finally land on a water bottle that's sitting on the small table. His eyebrows furrow and he points to it.

"Don't you usually drink out of the paper cups we have?" He questions.

"It's just a water bottle," you mumble before speaking up, "are you gonna ask me your real question or continue avoiding it?" You knew your half-gone cigarette had to have been complete ashes by now. It should've been put out in the water bottle already. He hesitates and then looks at your legs as you can feel some of the ashes fall off the cigarette.

"What's behind your back?" He asks. You sigh and look to the side before moving toward him to grab the water bottle. He grabs your shoulders as he must think you’re trying to flee inside.

"Can I grab the fucking water bottle, Koutarou?" You snap your head up to look at him while snatching the water bottle off the small table.

“Don't swear at me like that," he whispers, his tone hurting as he looks into your eyes. You flick the cap off the water bottle and watch as it lands on the small table before you bring your other hand out from behind your back and drop the cigarette into the water. His eyes widen like saucers as he snatches the water bottle out of your hands.

"A cigarette… You were smoking a cigarette?! Since when do you even-,"

You gulp as tears spring to your eyes. You never wanted him to find out like this. You didn't want him to find out at all honestly. You could see the growing confusion and frustration in his eyes as he continued spitting words at you.

"-What is wrong with you?"

And that's when you feel a tear slip.

"What is wrong with me?" You ask him, your voice cracking as more tears begin slipping past your waterline. His expression changes to one of panic as he's quickly setting the water bottle down and holding your upper arms.

"No, no baby, I didn't mean it like that, I promise," he says softly, his hands coming up to smooth his thumbs along your cheekbones.

"I'm sorry, I-," you choke out. He nods and brushes a few hairs out of your face.

"Why?" he asks gently.

"I didn't- he just- he told me it would make my anxiety go away," you cry.

"He? Who's he?" He questions.

"My friend," you whimper.

"The one you became friends with a month ago who also smokes?" He asks. You nod and nibble on your bottom lip. "And does it make your anxiety go away, baby?"

"Only for a little bit. If- if I don't smoke one in a while then it gets worse and I don't feel good," you tell him.

"Baby," he breathes out, "you know how bad these are for you, don't you? And that there's other ways to help your anxiety settle down. Baby, they make medicine for it."

"I don't have the money for medicine," you cry.

"I do, [Name], you know that I have the money for it. Why didn't you come to me and ask me?" He rubs your upper arms in his hands while watching as your lips tremble before you speak.

"I can't just- Kou, I can't take your money like that," you cry out.

"If it's for your mental health, yes, you can. I would never let you go without something you need, I don't care how much it costs me. And don't you think that you having the proper medicine to treat it is better than you having to get a lung transplant from those nasty things in the future?"

You gulp and nod while looking into his eyes, your own shaking with guilt because of how much you've upset him.

"Will you stop so that we can get you the right treatment for it? Because those things are not helping you, baby, they're only going to make you feel worse," he says softly. "Do you have more on you?" He asks. You sniffle and nod before looking away from his eyes. "Where are they?"

You reach into your hoodie pocket and pull out the almost empty carton with your lighter inside. He takes it out of your hands and opens it before letting out a deep breath.

"There's only three left in here, when did you smoke all the others?"

"This past week," you mumble.

"It's only been five days, baby. Did he give this to you new or were some already gone out of it?" He asks while closing the carton.

"New, he took the wrapper off of it for me and helped me," you say quietly.

"Helped you do what?" He asks.

"Helped me smoke the first one."

He nods and licks his lips before opening the carton back up to pull the lighter out and look at it. You watch as he reads over the black sharpie written on the white lighter and his jaw clenches before he looks back into your eyes.

"'Rest in peace: virgin lungs.' Does he think this is a joke?" He scoffs while tossing the lighter back into the carton and closing it with a heaving sigh. You just stand here and watch him, your anxiety rising as your fingers itch to light one of the last three. He drops the carton onto the small table and you flinch at the noise before he puts the cap back onto the water bottle.

"Are you mad at me?" Your voice cracks and shakes as you whisper it.

"No baby, I'm not mad at you. I'm just frustrated and upset, that's all," he says.

"With me?"

"No," he chuckles lightly, "just-," he sighs and looks back down at the table, "can you promise me something?"

You nod and look into his eyes.

"Will you promise to stop smoking, so that I can help you get the right medicine for your anxiety?" He asks.

You gulp and look away from his eyes before looking at the cigarette carton. "It's not that easy, Kou," you mumble while looking back up at him.

"Can you at least try?" He asks desperately.

"I try every single time I come home because the last thing I wanted was for you to be disappointed in me," tears cloud over your eyes again before you start crying and drop your head down. "I hate the idea of you ever not liking me for something I've done and that's why I hid this from you because I didn't want you to hate me," you sob. He steps closer to you and pulls you into his arms to hold you tightly.

"Baby, I could never hate you. Please don't say stuff like that, let alone, think it. I love you and I just want the best for you, I promise," he says while pressing kisses to the top of your head. You choke out a sniffle and nod before whimpering, "I love you too."

He hums and gives your body a tight squeeze before lifting your head so you can look at him. You notice his teary eyes and shake your head as you bite your lip.

"I'll help you get through this, okay? We'll get you to stop and I'll get you the right medicine that you need," he assures you. You nod and sniffle as you look away from his eyes.

"Can we go to bed now?" You ask. He nods and picks up the carton of cigarettes and the water bottle before opening the balcony door a bit more. You walk inside first and watch as he heads over to the trash and drops the water bottle inside. When he goes to drop the carton, you grab his wrist.

"What if I need one?" You ask him.

"You won't need one, your body will just make you think that you want one. They're going in the trash, baby," he says while dropping it in and then closing the lid. You stare at the lid of the trashcan and then he grabs your hand. "Let's go brush our teeth and then we can go to bed, alright?" He gives your hand a gentle squeeze and shuts off the lights before guiding you into the bathroom.

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applesupply · 1 year

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HUGS WITH BOKUTO :0

G/N reader

Comfort Aid

Headcanon

BOKUTO this man mwah I bet he had the best hugs ever like so beefy beef

I feel like the hugs would be so full and warm you just dont wanna leave

Sometimes when your sad he would immediately try and hug you sometimes if you dont want that hed try his best to cheer you up atleast

Theres sometimes where you might wanna be left alone but I think hed stay by your side just incase

You've been having a pretty bad day so far and you just wanna be left alone you tried getting yourself checked out early but everyone was busy so you had to deal with this sadness until the end of the day it sucks honestly you just wanted to go home and lay down but you just had to deal with it

As soon as the day comes to an end you were just gonna walk home but you got a text from Bokuto who wanted to walk you home cause there wasnt practice that day

once you saw him he gave you a big old hug you laid there in his arms you wanted to stay there because you really needed that hug it was so nice and warm you didnt hear him ask how your day was you just sat there in his arms and you started to cry all that built up stress is now let out his hug was so warm and secure you just couldnt hold all the tears in anymore

"Hey is everything ok Darling?" He asks in a soothing voice you answer him but it's just muffle words even if he couldnt understand it he knew you just needed this hug really bad so you just sat there holding tight while crying in bokutos chest while he held you...♡

#bokuto fluff #bokuto × reader #bokuto x reader #bokuto comfort #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto x gender neutral reader #bokuto comfort aid #bokutoLove #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu×reader #haikyuu comfort #loving bokuto #hugsbokuto

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taytak3syou · 1 year

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loves the spring more than anything ever(besides you & summer). he loves it because it means you can finally start wearing revealing clothes. every time it’s hot or chill enough for you to wear something revealing, he absolutely loves it. he loves when you would wear a tank top, dress, or any shirt revealing your shoulders. this is because whenever he would get too cold in the winter, he’d cuddle up to you and put his head in your shoulder and always kisses and leave small marks. absolutely loves when you read the weather wrong or the weather was wrong, so you’d leave the house in revealing clothes and get cold. you’d always gave him a pleading look and a slight pout and he’d give his hoodie to you, making you both smile. was he cold? yes. did he mind? not at all. hates groundhogs for the rest of the year if it see’s it shadow because he doesn’t want 6 more weeks of winter, he wants spring and he wants it now. and lord, summer? summer is even better.

#rintarou suna #suna rintaro #suna x gn!reader #miya astumu #atsumu miya #atsumu x gn!reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto koutaro #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero x gn!reader #bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x gn!reader #bokuto x gn!reader #haikyu #haikyuu!!#my hero academia #mha

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honeystwiggypeach · 2 years

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Idk if you do angst to fluff if not just delete this but if you do can I request fem reader with bokuto where paparazzi takes pictures of him and some celebrity woman (super model athletic what ever you want) looking like they were kissing but really wasn’t and y/n see it’s getting really hurt and talks to bokuto about it but he pushed aside her feelings saying she being dramatic and that’s the life of dating a famous athlete and y/n gets really hurt and leaves for couple of days (like to a hotel etc) and bokuto is devastated and try’s to apologize to y/n for saying all that (if you can’t see bokuto being this way you can pick whoever you thinks fits)

Going public!

Bokuto x reader(angst to fluff!)

Ok it was a debate on wether I’d leave it as Bokuto or write it as Oikawa both would seem to act this way, both for different reasons though…this may also take me a second to write so!! Anyways idk how to actually write angry reader so very sorry if it’s bad and sorry for how long this took😭

Tw~ angst to fluff, cursing, cheating accusations, angry Bokuto, gossip magazines, reader experiences heartbreak over miscommunication, arguements? Idk how to tag this so just proceed with caution and let me know if I missed anything!!

It was on a day where he was supposed to be coming home, he shouldn’t have been getting out of a limo with some girl, he shouldn’t be kissing on her? He should be coming home to you. Obviously distressed after Akaashi had sent you the article all you could manage to do was curl up on the couch and cry, it hurt so fucking bad to see the love of your life be with someone else.

Everything had been going so well, your relationship was going amazing, you’d just bought a pent house together and he’d been telling you the night before about how much he missed and loved you…but that must have been a lie if he was so willing to be with another.

When he came home, he was tired, nothing like he normal was, normally he’d be overjoyed to see you practically jumping on you but he simply walked off to the bedroom shrugging off his jacket not even bothering to talk to you.

You could practically feel your heart breaking, you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt maybe it was the angle, maybe he just had jet lag, but every time he got caught in scandalous photos before he’d be quick to call and explain things to you, even when he’d have jet lag he’d still walk up to you and hold you tight, and he was always in a cuddling mood when he was tired…something was wrong he only got like this when he was stressed and nervous.

You cautiously walked to the bedroom hearing him yelling at someone on the phone before shouting whatever and hanging up before he swung open the door.

“What’re you doing?” He asked you, and Bokuto normally would never ask you for a reason to see him.

You looked up at him with watery eyes, “are you cheating on me?” You ask him already fucking terrified of what his response will be.

He stares at you like it’s been the silliest question he’d heard, “I just uhm saw a photo and it looked like you kissing that model.” You whisper trying to fish the phone from your pocket.

“This again? Are you serious y/n?” He asks, and you know he’s probably just agitated but it makes you want to break out in tears, “I’ve told you a million times I’d never cheat on you, I love you a lot, what’s it gonna take for you to believe me?” He asks and in your mind it sounds a lot more offensive than he means it.

You show him the photo pointing at the caption asking him if it was true, “honestly y/n “ he sighs out “I think you’re over reacting, you know that it’s always going to be one scandal after another I told you, you can’t let these get to you” he tries to get you to see it the way he does, but he’s not doing good with his words, he’s trying to make you not take those photos so seriously especially when he knows it’s just photo after photo that’s going to break you’re heart which it’s only worsened by the fact that so far you’ve denied any offer at going public with your relationship that he’s made.

“Overreacting?” Yoh practically gasp out, “I’ll show you over reacting.” You tell him pushing past as you throw clothes into a suit case, that night was the first of three you’d spent in a little hotel room.

Maybe Bokuto was right and you were slightly overreacting, because you do know that he will always be in scandals and you can’t take them to heart or you’ll fall apart everytime he looks at you, but in some sense you wish he’d validate your feelings as well. The he went about telling you was horrible.

But two days later, Bokuto is knocking on the door, “baby?” He calls out, “Hinata told me you were here, can you let me in please I want to apologize.”

You roll your eyes as you sniffle a little, “no go away Bokuto” You huff.

“Baby please” he practically whines still knocking, “I’m really sorry I shouldn’t have said that”

You open the door and Bokuto practically falls forward before catching himself.

“I’m really sorry” he tells you as he squeezes you, “I shouldn’t have said it like that but it hurts to see you continue to get hurt by the magazines, when we all know no matter what I say they will still continue.”

“Maybe we should go public than” you mutter into his chest and he pushes you away with his arms wide smile on his face as he pulls out his phone, “don’t get me wrong though I’m still a little upset with how you phrased it.” The both of you giggle as he peppers your cheeks with kisses in apology.

#reader insert #x reader #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyu x reader #hq bokuto #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader #bokuto x gn!reader #bokuto x y/n #angst #bokuto angst #angst to fluff

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emmyrosee · 8 months

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“Oh my god, this guy is soooo hot.”

Immediately in your peripheral, a spiky head of hair instantly whips towards you, golden eyes wide and curios when they stare intently at you. “Who?” Koutaro asks, voice hiked with only the slightest bit of jealousy.

“Oh, just this guy on my Instagram feed,” you say, as if trying to brush it off. Your eyes flick back to koutarou, who’s mentally going through your followers lists to see who you could be talking about.

“Who?” He asks again. You snicker and try to bite it back with a cough.

“Just- just this guy, like he’s sooooo handsome.”

“What guy?” Koutaro has now taken the liberty of crawling towards you, only rather than jealousy and panic, his eyes are now shiny with intrigue. “I want to see the handsome guy!”

You tuck your phone away and cock a brow, “you want to see him?”

He offers you a shrug, “I like handsome men too; why do you think I hung around Kuroo so much in high school?”

“Kuroo’s handsome?”

“You DONT think Kuroo’s handsome?!”

“No, I think Akaashi’s handsome.”

“No, Akaashi’s beautiful.”

For a moment, the man on your phone is forgotten as you stare at each other, brows quirked before breaking down into a fit of shared laughter, your head thunking against his chest while his arms tossed around you, keeping you close. When you both manage to control yourselves, he nudges you again, “come on! I want to see the eye candy!”

You finish your giggles before moving yourself and your phone towards him, but rather than an Instagram post or account, it’s your camera, flipped towards you both. Koutarou’s cheeks dust pink and he strikes a wild smolder at the camera.

“You’re right,” he says, whistling at himself. “That’s one handsome guy. Damn. He’s too handsome-“ he’s now taken the liberty of pushing back slightly to flex his arms and shoulders, “-devilishly good looking; bet he’s got tons of people falling at his feet, he’s so handsome.”

“More handsome than Kuroo?”

Koutarou scoffs and shakes his head, “way, way more handsome than Kuroo.”

With that, he quickly wraps his arms around you and tugs you close to smother you in kisses, wet and noisy along your cheeks and head, and in your fit of laughter and squeals, your thumb slips and takes more than a few pictures, full of laughter and squirms and they’re perfect. You couldn’t have asked for better pictures.

And it’s worth the explanation to Kuroo when Koutarou posts those same pictures hours later, with the caption “say I’m much more handsome than @vlblmngr, not as cute as @a.kaashikeiji”

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o2amu · 2 years

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HQ BOYS PAINTING YOUR NAILS !

BOKUTO: he’s never been this concentrated and determined to get a task done. eyebrows furrowed and his tongue sticking out to the side, you can feel his steady breath against your hands as he finishes the last nail polish stokes on your pinky nail. to your surprise, he’s done a fairly decent job so far, considering how reckless he can be at times. you watch him with a gentle smile on your face without speaking a word, following his request to not “distract him”. the end result is much better than you had anticipated and although there were a few uneven coats on some nails, you’re proud of his work and thank him with a million kisses on his face.

OIKAWA: he insists that it’s much easier than it seems but is immediately proven wrong when he scoops out too much polish and applies it sloppily on your thumb nail. a scowl grows on his face and he mutters a “I barely scooped any out…” you try to suppress your laughter, but seeing him frustrated with the nail polish and it’s weird consistency, a few chuckles escape your lips. you try to help him out a bit but he claims that he’s “got it” and stands by his initial statement- that it’s ‘super easy’. you shrug it off and watch him whine the entire time, blaming the nail polish for being so “weird n’ gooey”. once he’s finally finished, he’s surprisingly proud of how it turned out, in his eyes. but, you appreciate his effort and show it off to all your friends the next day.

SAKUSA: tranquility is written all over his face as he dips the brush back into the clear polish bottle and cautiously applies it to the very last nail. it almost looks like he’s enjoying this more than you are. a satisfied smile tugs his lips as he looks at the end product. he kisses the back of both your hands before he gets up to return the nail polish bottles back, but is stopped when you grab his wrist to sit back down. before he could question what you were doing, you gesture him to pick a color. he picks up the periwinkle bottle and you grab it, twisting the top open and begin applying a layer of the pretty blue shade on his nails. he smiles at how pretty it looks on him and he places his hands next to yours on the table, admiring both of your guys’ nails.

IWAIZUMI: it takes him quite some time to get one hand done as he wanted them all to be absolutely perfect. you insist that it looked great the first four times, but you’re no match for his stubbornness. he grabs another cotton pad and damps it with nail polish remover to give it another attempt. and after some time has passed, he’s successfully managed to get the paint job to fit his satisfaction. with an contrite look, he apologizes for taking too long and offered to wash the dishes for an entire month (mostly because he wouldn’t want you to ruin your nails and have his effort go to waste), but you’re not complaining.

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stuff-and-fluffs · 2 years

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my physics exam is finally over and i bombed it! oh well, next time ig lol. more free time from now so i might post a new one pretty soon, but idk. of course, requests open, as always <3

every time he sees something vaguely resembling stuff you like — or even stuff you might not really like but think it was cute —, bokuto would be overcome by an urge to get it for you. it’s like his brain sometimes goes to hoard mode — he must get you thing or else you’ll die. you honestly won’t even have the heart to do anything but take them from him with a thank you and a hug and a peck because, really, who would reject him when he looks so adorably proud of himself for having remembered what you’d like while holding an oversized hoodie with your favorite character inside a bubble? you wouldn’t, and that’s why you already have two oversized hoodies with the same design <3

repost from my old blog! please do not plagiarize!

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omiyagiri · 2 years

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It’s More Than a TV

pairing: Koutarou Bokuto x gn!Reader cw: slight swearing word count: 5.3k

Summary: Having Bokuto by your side meant the world to you. He knew how to cheer you up on your worst days, and you wouldn’t give up what you had with him for anything — even the chance to get rid of your days where nothing felt right. Because, at the end of a bad day, he’d always be there to help you put everything back in place.

Bokuto was nothing but sunshine, even when you had the rainiest of days.

In fact, he shone so brightly you couldn’t help but be jealous at times. He was creating an illustrious career for himself; you were creating an illustrious attempt at the “Messiest Room in the Country” award. He had cheers and applause, with fans shouting his name in adoration; you had groans and grimaces, with coworkers shouting your name in annoyance. Even when facing the toughest of opponents, Bokuto faced them all with a smile — your opponents made you want to shrivel up and hide in the corner.

If it’d been anyone else, you might have not been able to take it. He’d have been like any other celebrity — maybe even the whole “never meet your heroes” idea; you look at them with adoration, wishing you could be like them, but speak one word and realize it wasn’t as it seemed, and feel even more down about life. But, Bokuto wasn’t the kind of person to shove all his accomplishments in people’s faces. He wasn’t hiding any ill intentions behind a pretty smile, or some nasty personality behind a wall of achievements. It was this welcoming personality of his that was why he’d moved on from “some celebrity” into someone you know and care about.

The whole ride home was spent with Bokuto babbling about the game. He’d just won in a really close match, and you’d been in the cheering section for him — hoping you were yelling louder than all the others shouting his name. The stadium was crammed with people, but every once in a while he’d glance your way right before a serve, and your heart practically leapt out of your chest. This super cool guy, someone who practically everyone in the room was cheering for, chose to look at you.

You — the person who probably wouldn’t last another week at their shitty retail job.

You shook your head, trying to dispel the negative thoughts. Bokuto was right next to you as you rode the train, but you doubted he noticed the few times it happened. He was too busy rambling on about his jump serve as he held the hanging strap, his other hand tightly wound in yours.

Still, it was hard for you to believe someone like him felt the way he did about you. Others would constantly tell you how good you were together: that you were a perfect match, the cutest couple, the sweetest pair they’d ever seen — etc, etc. You smiled and were flattered every time, and yet it still didn’t feel real. Bokuto was a shining star, and you were just… some dust who happened to follow along.

At least, in your eyes you were. And you tried to change that perspective, especially whenever you saw how Bokuto looked at you. He was a massive goof, but he also had the biggest heart you’d ever seen. Even when you were upset and ranting about how horrible this person was and that thing those people did and this and that, he would always listen to the very end. Then, he’d give you a warm smile, and do everything he could to make things better. Sometimes that meant making dinner; sometimes that meant lying next to you as you took a nap. Whatever it was, he found a way.

Part of you felt bad for leaning on him like this. Surely, he had better things to do than to coddle you. And the more it happened, the more this feeling crept up.

“And, we’re home!”

You snapped out of your thoughts to the jingle of Bokuto’s keys. He was opening the door, guiding the two of you inside. You’d hardly even realized when you got off the train — at least you must not have been too out of it for him to say something. He tossed the keys on the table, of which you then picked up to hang in their proper place; your room might be a mess, but if either of you lost the keys to your apartment, there would be bigger problems than a missing sock or underwear.

By the time you looked back, he’d already hopped on the couch, the remote in his hand and the TV flipped on — the news.

You laughed to yourself, this situation so familiar. He just got home, and he was already looking to see the coverage of himself already.

“You really can’t wait to get settled before putting that on?” you asked lightheartedly. You were taking your coat off, but unsurprisingly, he sat on the couch with a coat, scarf, and everything still wrapped in place.

“I’ve got to see it live!” he retorted, grinning wide as he waited for his appearance on the screen — it was still another team’s coverage at the moment.

You laughed out a sigh, heading over to the couch behind him. His eyes were fixed on the screen as you started to undo the scarf yourself.

“You realize you can just pause it, right?” you asked, folding the scarf up and setting it on the couch. “Or did you lose the remote in all these layers?”

He laughed, letting you guide his arms as he wormed his way out of the coat. Conveniently, he’d placed said remote next to him, just in arms reach of you.

“Then it wouldn’t be live!” he exclaimed, and you laughed while laying the coat next to the scarf. “And no, the remote is right — ” He halted, suddenly frantically looking around the couch and the coffee table in front. You raised a brow, not surprised in the slightest.

“Well,” he continued with a proud grin, “it was right here, and I’m sure it’ll turn up after I watch.”

“Or,” you said with a small laugh, holding up the remote, “it’ll show up right before the coverage, as a divine sign that you should pause and slow down.”

Bokuto looked up at you in shock, his eyes wide, as if he were a kid seeing a magic trick for the first time.

“How did you — when did you — “

“The TV isn’t going to explode as soon as your coverage is done. I’ll pause it and even record it for you as a backup.” You hung back, hiding the remote behind you as he reached out to grab it from you, a blank expression on his face, “There are more important things right now.”

He stopped, a pouty expression taking over.

“What could be more important than this?!”

You sighed, setting the remote on a table so you could sit down next to him. Wrapping your arms around him, you pulled him close, letting out a small breath of laughter as you noticed the now pouty and confused face he wore. Gently, you slid back and placed your hands on his shoulders, making sure he was looking at you and not the TV.

“Bokuto.”

He just stared back, lips pressed together in anticipation for what you were about to drop on him.

“Please go take a shower. You stink.”

He frowned a bit, but was still unresponsive. You pinched your nose, adding a bit of dramatics.

“You stink, bad.”

He stared back at you, the blank expression worked in deep, but eventually, like a child, he sighed and you could tell he’d given up. Most people would consider it common sense to shower when you get home from something all sweaty and gross, but not Bokuto. He had his priorities. And you did your best to get him back on track, because if not, he just might be walking around smelling like that for hours.

“I’ll only be there for five minutes! Five exactly!” he shouted from the bathroom, and you laughed, getting up to grab the remote.

“Good boy,” you teased, and could imagine the face of determination he was probably wearing, trying to power through that shower.

You might be a mess, but at least you had this under control.

Once you got back to the couch, you sat down and spread out, getting more comfortable now that you had it to yourself. The team’s coverage would be on soon, so you started recording from there and had your finger on the pause button in preparation.

Though, you hesitated for a bit too long as the team’s logo popped up on screen, and as soon as you saw his face you knew you were done for. You always loved watching Bokuto play, and even if you had just seen this game, you were already itching to watch it again.

Maybe you really couldn’t judge Bokuto afterall.

Though, you weren’t always such an avid volleyball fan. The day you met him was the first professional game you’d ever been to — your friend was a huge fan of the Black Jackals, and had tickets to go with someone else, but something came up and the other person wasn’t able to make it. Your friend invited you to come instead, and you half-heartedly agreed, not expecting much out of it — it was just something to do on an otherwise eventless weekend.

You’d seen professional games on TV, lazily paying attention every once in a while in restaurants when your food was slow, but in-person was different than anything you’d prepared for. You didn’t recognize the other team — you barely knew the Black Jackals, simply because your friend only had eyes for #13, who at the time you only knew as “something Miya” — but everyone on the court was beyond skilled. It was like they were part of a whole different world — one where volleyball was the law of the land.

Still, you didn’t really know anyone on either team. You knew the name of one team, and half of one of their members, but that was the limit of your knowledge. Though, that didn’t take long to change when #12 got to work.

Bokuto was like a whole cheering squad in one person. You didn’t know what was happening on the court, but he was hyping up the whole crowd all by himself. Soon, you were cheering along with your friend, feeling as into the game as a veteran audience member. Bokuto’s energy was outrageous, and you were practically bathing in it.

By the time the game ended, your friend was determined to get an autograph from #13. You went with her, mainly just so you didn’t get left alone, but she gave you a sheet to get one too, insisting you couldn’t waste the opportunity. Though you weren’t sure if you’d go to another one of their games any time soon — you still didn’t really understand anything happening in volleyball — but you took your autograph sheet and went to the one person you knew you’d want an autograph from.

Bokuto was just as cheerful after the game as when it began, signing the autographs with a smile. He seemed to be living in the praise, as if that was recharging him from all that effort. You had expected to stand there, nervously holding the straps of your bag in anticipation, but he had an air that seemed to make the whole crowd match his energy. He made small talk with each fan — the kids especially ate that up — but when he got to you he asked you a simple question.

“Do you like volleyball?”

Part of you wondered why he’d ask something like that — you were at a professional volleyball game. Asking for an autograph from a professional volleyball player. But, on the other hand, you were kind of out of your league here. You didn’t have any of the merchandise other fans had, decked head to toe ready to cheer as loud as they could, walking the stadiums with a feeling of home; you had whatever was most comfortable out of your clean clothes on, wandering the stadium like a baby duck who had lost its mother.

“Honestly, I probably would have said no before today.” You hesitated for a moment, and a bright smile naturally overcame your lips. “But I had a lot of fun. I think watching your game changed that for me.”

He froze for a moment, and part of you worried you’d said something weird, but soon he wore an even bigger smile than yours, signing the autograph with a fury.

“Come back and see another soon, then!” he exclaimed, handing it back to you. The realistic part of you wasn’t sure when you’d be able to take off and see another one of their games, but the other part of you wanted to go ahead and buy tickets for the very next one they played. Unable to say either or, you nodded and thanked him. As you walked off, after putting the paper safely in your bag, he excitedly waved goodbye, and you couldn’t help but laugh and wave back to this practically stranger.

When you left, you took a moment to gather yourself. You knew you might see him again one day, but it wouldn’t be any time soon. Work was busy, and you were still in college — you didn’t even go to see the college games, let alone back to back professional ones. So, as your friend gushed about getting to meet #13, “something Miya,” you accepted that you wouldn’t see the energetic Bokuto again — at least not anytime soon.

Though, you were prepared to not see him — which is why you were so taken aback when you saw him walk into the same place for dinner as the place you and your friend had gone. You didn’t dare go speak to him — that would have been too awkward — but you did make eye contact. Although, not on purpose. You couldn’t help but stare as he walked in with some of his teammates, and suddenly, he was staring back. You both looked dumbfounded, but you were the first to pull away and nervously get back to your food.

After that awkward encounter, even if you hadn’t said a word to him, you just wanted to go home. Your friend, though, wanted to go to some shops and pick up some things, since she wouldn’t be back in this part of town for a while. When you left a store and Bokuto happened to be crossing the street ahead of you, you practically dragged your friend away as you dashed in the other direction. Your friend hadn’t seen him, which made you assume that he hadn’t seen you (and you would be wrong).

Eventually, your friend finished all of her shopping, and you went back to the train station together. You’d be taking different trains, so you exchanged your hugs and agreed to text each other when you each got home. Then, she got on her train and left.

You tossed your phone in your bag, not wanting to see or hear any texts or calls until you got home, and quietly waited for your train. The silence would be great for helping you calm down after so many twists, turns, and surprises over your trip. Though, eventually the silence was broken, and you heard laughter overflowing from the other end of the station. Gravely, you realized you recognized it. Looking over your shoulder, Bokuto was waiting with some of the same members as before. There were fewer this time, but either way, they were all there. At the same station as you. Several hundred feet away. Within earshot.

Against all of your hopes, wishes, and prayers, Bokuto seemed to realize someone was looking in his direction — and turned directly toward you. Your eyes locked for only a moment, before the embarrassment finally topped off for you, and as your face turned pink you quickly turned away. You could still hear them talking — some of them had noticed you and asked who Bokuto was looking at. You wanted to rush over and clear the air that you weren’t some creepy fangirl stalker, but wouldn’t that just make things worse? That’s totally something a creepy fangirl stalker would do.

The longer it went on, the more your body felt like caving in on itself, and once your train finally arrived, it felt like a miracle had happened. Your phone could have been a great distraction, but you were too stressed to pull out and dig through your bag. Stepping through the doors, you hurried to an empty seat, plopping down with a heavy sigh of relief.

“Don’t tell me you’re getting off on the next stop, too.”

Your head jetted up, instantly recognizing the voice.

“…Seriously?” you breathed out, before quickly slapping your mouth and stammering. Bokuto was right in front of you, grinning like an idiot. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way! I’m just — you know — shocked to see you again for like the, uh, fourth time now since the game?” you let out, flustered. “And I definitely haven’t been trying to make that happen! It just kinda ended up happening!” you tried to explain, before putting a hand to your forehead and groaning. “Which definitely sounded better in my head. Please, just, forget like half of what I’ve said, don’t mind me, I’ll move to another train car now — ”

You quickly stood up to move, but stopped in your tracks as the man burst into laughter.

“Calm down already! I didn’t think you were some freak.”

You turned toward him slightly, still beyond nervous.

“…You don’t?”

“No!” he barked out with a laugh. “In fact, I thought each time was a chance for me to come talk to you, but you always seemed so busy, or the others I was with distracted me.”

“You wanted to talk — ” you faltered, facing him fully and pointing at yourself, “ — to me?”

“Yeah!” he exclaimed, full of energy. He wavered, suddenly getting awkwardly fidgety and looking around the train car. You didn’t know the man, but even you could tell it was out of character for him.

“Actually, I couldn’t ask in the stadium,” he continued, “but I wanted to know if — ”

He was suddenly silenced by the rumble of the train, where it’d taken a fast turn and sent everything leaning the other direction. This would normally be fine and under control and not cause any problems at all, if it weren’t for the fact that you had gotten so caught up in standing up and running away that you hadn’t bothered to sit back down or hold onto the strap. Which meant, instead of just slightly leaning and feeling unbalanced, then righting yourself up like any other normal person, you went tumbling down to the ground.

Or, so you thought was the ground. Instead, an arm was looped around your front, holding you up and preventing you from smashing your face into the nasty, dirty, hard floor.

“Hey, hey, are you okay?” Bokuto asked, clearly distraught. Though, you weren’t sure if he was more worked up about it or you; he sounded upset, but your face felt like the shade of a tomato.

“I’m — fine! Yep! Fine!” you babbled out as he helped you back to your feet, and you intently kept your eyes on the window to the outside — far away from his face. He didn’t seem to notice, but he was still holding onto your hand as he held the hanging strap with his other — like he was trying to keep you from falling without even realizing it.

“Are you sure? You look kinda freaked out,” he said simply, and you bit your lip at how obvious you were being, and how oblivious he seemed.

“Yep! All’s good!” you said a little too quickly. Taking a breath, you tried to steer the conversation. “You were asking…? Before all that?”

“Oh!” he exclaimed, but the awkward fidgeting didn’t return. Half of you wondered if your own awkwardness had cured his. “I was going to ask if I could get your number.”

“Oh, yeah, sure — “ you said mindlessly, before your eyes shot wide. “Wait, could you what?!”

“I’m guessing that’s a no?” Bokuto said, rubbing the back of his neck as you sputtered.

“No, no — I mean, that’s not a no!” you fumbled, before pausing to catch your breath and compose yourself. “I’m just kind of, you know, surprised?”

“Surprised?” he repeated, looking confused. “Why?”

You just stared back at him for a moment, but knew this wasn’t a conversation you wanted to get into right now. Especially given he’d just asked for your number — you weren’t going to throw this chance away with any type of pity conversation.

“Never mind,” you said, quickly shaking your head. “Here, let me see your phone and I’ll put my number in.” A rush of excitement came over him as he hurried to pull his phone out. Only then did he let go of your hand, but you wondered if he even realized he’d been holding it that long in the first place. He finally fished his phone out, and you couldn’t believe how giddy he looked as he put it in your hand. You typed in your name and number, and it was like you’d told him you’d buy him a puppy — that, or he was the puppy you said you’d buy.

Soon, you had everything put in, and handed it back to him.

“Thanks! Can I put my number in yours?” he asked, still just as excited as before.

“Oh, yeah, let me just get my phone out,” you stated, pulling your bag off your shoulders and digging through for your phone. You silently cursed yourself for just tossing it in haphazardly.

But, at the worst possible time, the train was coming to a stop. You quickly grabbed onto the strap, not wanting a repeat of before, but still were digging and digging.

“This is my stop,” Bokuto stated, looking over at the doors with a frown. “Hey, is that the autograph I signed?” he asked, peering over your shoulder into the bag.

“Yeah,” you replied quickly, “But I think my phone should be right about here — ”

“That’s okay!” he exclaimed, and your heart dropped a little, thinking he’d lost interest with your rummaging. “Just let me see the autograph,” he continued.

“The autograph?” you asked, but handed it to him. “Sure.”

Quickly, he pulled out a pen — probably the one he’d been signing things with; it wouldn’t surprise you if someone giving so many autographs would just have one at all times — and added a little something to the bottom of the paper. Capping the pen just as the doors opened, he handed the sheet back and started to rush toward them.

“You’ll know it’s me when you see that! See ya!” he shouted, and then he was gone. Looking down, he’d written a bunch of numbers and a big smiley. Now, you not only had Bokuto’s autograph — he’d written his phone number right next to it.

The rest was history. After that, the two of you talked more and more, and now you were living together. With your relationship growing, your friend had practically begged you in the beginning to get Atsumu — who you learned had been the other half of “something Miya” — to give you his number, so you could give it to her, but she hadn’t come up a good enough reason to convince you yet. Eventually you did get the numbers of most of the team, but you only had eyes for Bokuto; you couldn’t be happier to be with him.

Though, as your eyes flicked across him on the screen, the thoughts from earlier returned to the back of your mind. Swarms of “not good enough” and other intrusive thoughts loomed over you, casting shadows over your happy memories. You wanted to just enjoy the recording, and live in his sunshine, but your intrusive thoughts wouldn’t let you.

The sound of the shower cutting off broke your thoughts, and you rapidly scrambled to rewind the TV. You paused it right before the coverage, sat back, and crossed your arms as if you’d just been sitting and waiting the whole time. Soon, you felt arms wrap around you from behind, as dribbles of water dripped down from clumpy, wet hair.

“Five minutes, told you!” Bokuto said happily, and you leaned your head back to look at his goofy smile.

“Mhm, and did you actually dress afterwards? Please tell me you remembered the importance of putting on clothes, no matter how excited you are.”

“I did!” he replied, a pout settling on his lips. He grabbed one of your hands, pulling it back to rest on his shoulder and feel the fabric of his t-shirt. “See? Clothed. Just who do you think I am?”

You let out a small laugh, running your thumb in circles from where it was pressed.

“You don’t want me to answer that.”

“Hey!” he burst, before hurdling over the back of the couch to flop down next to you. “As an apology, I think you should press play.”

“Fine, fine!”

Laughing, you did as he said, and watched as his eyes lit up watching the screen. No matter how many coverages he watched, some things never changed.

“See! Look at that cross shot!” he shouted, pointing at the screen. “Didja see it? Wasn’t it so cool?!”

You laughed, focusing more on him than the screen.

“Yes, Bokuto, I saw it. I was there.” Your gaze lingered a moment, smiling at him with both your mouth and eyes. “They’re always cool when you do them.”

He grinned, not taking his eyes off the screen, though seeming a bit flustered.

“Aw, it was a fluke.”

Nope, he never changes.

You kept watching, but soon the announcer wrapped it up, and moved onto the next segment of the night. You placed the remote between the two of you, expecting Bokuto to grab it to rewind and watch it again, but instead he turned the sound down and wrapped an arm around your shoulder.

“Just reminding you, but…” He tugged you a big closer, “I’m proud of you, you know?”

You hummed a bit in confusion, looking up at him.

“What’s this about?” You grabbed the remote, going to rewind it. “Here, I know you want to watch it again — ”

He reached out and playfully swatted the remote away.

“Don’t act all shocked or try to avoid the conversation,” he stated, poking you in the cheek. “I’ve seen that look in your eyes. You’re thinking again.”

You laughed, trying to play it off by poking him back.

“I’d hope I’m thinking. If not, I might have some big problems going on — we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

He grumbled a bit, moving on from poking to flicking you in the nose.

“You know that’s not what I meant. You're doing the bad thinking again.”

“No I’m not!” you retorted, but he pressed a stare onto you. You frowned, knowing you weren’t getting out of this any time soon. “Okay, okay. I’m guilty. It’s not that bad, though. I just need time to work it out, that’s all.” That was a bit of a lie, but you wanted to move past it. You didn’t want to end up looking pitiful to him. He’d had such a good night — winning the game, seeing the cool coverage of himself — you didn’t want to muddle it.

He sighed, and just when you thought the conversation was over, he suddenly pulled you over into a full hug. You yiped in shock, awkwardly sprawled over him.

“Bokuto?!”

He didn’t need to say anything. He pulled you a little closer, and you knew what it meant. He was there for you, and he wasn’t going anywhere. Soon, you wrapped your arms around him, letting yourself bask in his warmth. He held you tight, letting you lean into the crook of his neck, and made you feel safe. Sure, you were getting vulnerable. But there wasn’t a hint of judgment or pity in his hug — just warmth and love.

“You’re doing your best, right?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you mumbled meekly, your voice muffled against his skin.

“Then that’s all that matters. You don’t need to compare yourself to anyone else, since everyone else is living their own life and dealing with their own things. All you need to worry about is yourself, and how you can do better.”

“…Yeah,” you reluctantly mumbled out again and you felt his chest rumble as he laughed against you.

“I feel like you’re not listening.”

“I am!” you shouted, pulling your head up and looking him in the eyes with a sharp stare, hands propped against his chest to hold yourself up. “I’m doing my best and that’s what matters because everyone else is doing their own thing so I should just do mine,” you prattled out with speed, faster than you were thinking.

“Close enough,” he said with a laugh, before placing a soft kiss on your forehead. “Remember what I keep telling you, it’s — ”

“ — not ‘impossible,’ it’s just ‘hard,’ ” you finished, and a bright smile came over him.

“See! I don’t even need to remind you,” he cheered, “turns out you were paying attention.”

“I told you I was!” you shouted back, sending light punches to his chest from your position on top of him. They probably wouldn’t hurt even if you tried, and your barrage just sent him laughing with each hit.

“You weren’t paying that much attention to the TV, though…” he said, and gave you a knowing look. You frowned, looking the other direction.

“Well, I saw everything in person, so I was happier just seeing how you reacted — ”

“You’re always so happy to watch with me, though!” he whined. “It’s almost like you’d already seen what they had to say…”

“No!” you shouted back, a little too quickly, and he laughed at your hastiness.

“No need to hide it, I could hear it while I was in the shower.” He grinned as you pouted silently. Noticing your flustered state, he took the opportunity to flip you over and pin you down from above. “All that fuss about pausing and waiting, only to watch it by yourself! I should get some sort of apology for that.”

You wore a faux annoyed look, crossing your arms.

“…I’m sorry.”

“You can do better than that!”

You sighed, pursing your lips.

“I’m super-duper sorry?”

“It’s just not enough…” he hummed, and leaned in close like he was going for another kiss, but instead went on the attack, tickling you in an instant. Teasing you wasn’t enough, he was getting all he could out of this opportunity. You couldn’t help but break your serious look, laughing as giggle after giggle was forced out of you. Bokuto grinned down at you, laughing along as your armed uncrossed, grabbed and pushing at him with each hoot and holler.

“Bo — ku — to! Stop that!” you shouted, kicking your legs and trying to squirm out from under him, all while a big smile took over your lips.

Eventually he got his fill, and slowly started to let you go. Sitting next to him on the couch like before, you leaned into him as he wrapped his arm back around your shoulder. This time was different, though. You didn’t have any thoughts of doubt lingering, or any worries about how tomorrow would go. Afterall, you were there with him, and if the worst of your worries were if he would try to attack you with tickles again, you had to be doing pretty good.

“Meanie,” you blurted out, still unable to wipe the smile from your face.

He ruffled your hair a bit, smiling back and gently planting a kiss on the top of your head.

“I love you, too.”

by kenzie cross-posted from my ao3

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